I know we all want Chaol coming back from the Southern Continent and just being…overwhelmed to say the least by everything that’s happened in his absence. But I kind of think some sort of massive drama is going to go down there. And he’s just going to come back and be so done with everything already. So he just ends up even more done with still more drama being heaped onto his plate.
Like, Aelin is in an iron box being controlled by a demon fae queen? Wonderful. Dorian has decided to start banging a lethal witch queen? Great. Someone has to die in order to correct Elena’s past mistakes? Fantastic. An army of assassins turned up on my doorstep along with another army led by another assassin from the wastes? Uh-huh, and? Oh we’re on the brink of an all consuming, apocalyptic war with the Valg, our queen and greatest hope against them is actually Lysandra pretending to be Aelin, our king has lost his kingdom, we have the definition of a ragtag army which is all that’s standing between us and the destruction of our world? Sigh. When do we start?
He’s just going to be…so you’re telling everything’s gone to hell and nothing’s gone to plan at all? Did you expect me to be surprised by this? What else is new? This is what we’ve been doing since the start.
I posted about it on twitter soon might as well show it here too.
I’ve been trying to buy a real Dance Dance Revolution arcade can for a long ass time and it’s just not happening. Either they aren’t for sale in my area or someone beats me to it. But, if you recall, I’ve made my own arcade cab previously I figured I’d DIY it.
I am building an arcade style USB Dance pad with wood and metal. I cut the control box out of a soft pad and I’ll be soldering the new wiring on to that. I’ll also harvest the bar from my old set up to go on this new one as well. Still a long way to go but hey, it looks like a real pad at this stage!
Included photos of the soft pad in case you were wondering what was in those things.
Sagittarius often have a somewhat conflicting relationship with the idea of political correctness, because they are often libertarians at heart, people that don’t fall for the illusion of choice between black and white but want all the colours of the rainbow. They regard the truth as something higher than ourselves and our sensitivities too, even though this can be relative depending on the person, often making them boarder on the side of “say it” rather than “protect people.” Yet, Sagittarius has such a heartfelt connection to travel and culture that this knowledge often gives them a perspective that others may miss, that may indeed lead to them taking some ideas from people of all walks of life into their own consideration. One perspective is so limiting, so controlled and boxed in that this is pretty repulsive to Sagittarius, therefore leading them down paths to other sources too. With this can come a fondness for those that journey outwards of one prominent culture, race or state of being.
SOULMATE AU where the first words your soulmate says to you are tattoo’d on your wrist. SEND ME YOUR MUSE’S FIRST WORDS TO MINE FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION. You can use the list below or come up with your own.
“Well, this is fun.”
“You’re a bitch, did you know that?”
“I have no idea what’s going on right now but, uhm, hi?”
“It’s a conspiracy, I swear!”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!”
“Can’t you do that somewhere else?”
“I’m really, really, not in the mood.”
“Doesn’t that hurt?”
“I’m so sorry, are you okay?”
“I’m fine, really.”
“This is nothing.”
“You’re not what I expected.”
“I hate this.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“I’m not doing this.”
“Can you hold this?”
“Don’t you think that’s overkill?”
“Oh, you’re – oh.”
“Honestly, I don’t care.”
“That’s the best you’ve got?”
“( insert name here ). My name’s ( insert name here ).”
Patrick’s sitting at the computer bank in the student center right across from the convenience store. His head is pounding from his hangover. Tour De Franzia got a bit out of control last night and box wine hangovers are the worst hangovers, but he doesn’t regret a single second of it.
He remembers flashes of the night. Being shoved up against the wall by some incredibly hot unaffiliated dude, the guys fingers running over his sides while Patrick groped his ridiculously huge ass. The guy was aggressively shoving his tongue into Patrick’s mouth and it was the hottest fucking thing that ever happened to him.
Then nothing. He doesn’t remember a goddamn thing after that. When he woke up this morning the spot next to him in bed was still warm but no sign of mysterious hot guy except for a note that said Thanks for the good time - JT.
Pat asked everyone who was awake at 10am on a Sunday in a frat house if they knew his mystery guy, but the only luck he had was Sharpy saying “I think his name is Tayves.”
So now Patrick is sitting at the computer looking at the schools on campus directory. He hits Command+F and looks for Tayves with no luck. He tries twitter, google, instagram, Facebook… everything he can think of, trying all the different spellings he can think of… and there’s nothing.
“It’s T-O-E-W-S,” Patrick hears from behind him and freezes, “if… uh… if you’re trying to look me up. It’s Toews, T-O-E-W-S.”
Patrick is mortified. He doesn’t even want to turn and look at the guy standing behind him. The voice is bringing back more memories from the night before. Yea Patrick. Right there. Your fucking mouth.
Pat turns slowly and tries to smile but he knows his face is bright red; he manages to croak out a “Hi,” before Toews can start talking again.
“And the first name is Jonathan,” he says, hand reaching up to nervously (and hotly) grab at the back of his neck, “but you can call me Jonny. And if you look in your phone, you can find my name and number under the proper spelling.”