do thus

anonymous asked:

its a natural progression. Recovering rockets requires way more calculations and effort put towards it. we didn't used to do that because we couldn't. Now we can, and thus do.

im just waiting for the whole space elevator business to get going so we can forget rockets and start up space ports and cheap inter-orbital travel

Normani doing what she does best, seeking out any camera when a 25 mile radius

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Holiday House in Gargnano

This Holiday House by Titus Bernhard Architekten sits on a steep slope about 300 meters above the west shore of Lake Garda, in the park-like outdoor area with a view of the lake, in the ground area of ​​an old rustico Guest quarters. So in order to obtain a building permission, the ancillary uses are under the ground and thus do not appear as part of the building volume. A spectacular infinity pool follows the contours. The rustico and the “limonaia” are rebuilt with traditional dry stone walls, but double with a cavity, and therefore retain an explicitly rough, haptic character. The ensemble conveys a warm, distinguished, rustic atmosphere. Landscape and building, nature and artifact: a symbiosis to feel at home in.

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♥♥♥#HappyRaviDay♥♥♥ 

This time zone difference has me so confused lol but I guess that’s the good thing because then he can celebrate it again “tomorrow” with us fans on the other side of the world right? ^^ Anyways Happy Birthday to the world’s cutest, fluffiest, and kindest rapper £2 Love you to the moon & back 😘 😘  Please stay healthy & always be happy!! Let’s celebrate again next year!! 
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This isn’t even close to all the Nightmarionne asks I have in the inbox but I was in a mood to draw them so have a Lightning Round™

8 Tools for Managing Your Anger

1. Learn to recognize when you are feeling stressed – This will help you to reduce your stress before it is expressed as destructive anger.

2. Work on developing your empathy – Trying to see things from another’s perspective often helps to dissipate intense emotions.

3. Decide to respond instead of react – Although the way we react often feels automatic, we can actually choose how we’ll think, feel and respond. This is empowering, and the road to freedom.

4. Change your self talk - Listen to the conversation in your head and learn to modify extreme, unbalanced thoughts. Look for exceptions to “you always” thinking, and reframe “you must” or “you should” demands.

5. Learn to be assertive – Honest and open communication about your wishes, needs and preferences can stop resentment building – so it doesn’t turn to anger.

6. Adjust your expectations – Often anger is triggered by a difference between our expectations and what we actually get. Thus, sometimes it is better to adjust our expectations so they’re more in line with reality.

7. Forgiving doesn’t also mean forgetting – Although it is healthy to sometimes let things go, that doesn’t mean we weren’t hurt, upset or offended. The difference is we’re choosing to move on with our lives, and we’re not being controlled by external events.

8. Remove yourself from the situation – Retreating temporarily or “taking time-out” provides some space to think about the “best thing to do”. Thus you maintain control of yourself and circumstances.

Hogwarts Headcannons
  • Give me Dean, muggleborn that he is, imitating Steve Irwin in Care of Magical Creatures class, much to everyone's confusion except for Harry and Hermione who are. On the ground. Unable to breathe. And refusing to explain why.
  • Give me Harry, demisexual that he is, realizing that the reason he can't stop obsessing over Draco is because Draco is the one who saw - and subsequently disliked - 'Harry', and not The Boy Who Lived. Realizing that Draco was the only one to first talk to him for HIM, in that robe shop, and not his parents or fame (because even Ron and Hermione did that at first). And thus, leading to him randomly starting crying in the middle of lunch and claiming he's doomed, much to everyone's fear.
  • Give me Seamus, pyro that he is, super happy one Christmas when Hermione buys him a book on fire caution, flammable materials, and elements such as magnesium. Thus afterward, the mysterious fires that have always happened are far more safe and controlled.
  • Give me Luna, wonderful airhead that she is, being stared at as, calm as anything, she waltzes right into the Slytherin common room and starts talking to the mermaids like its absolutely normal. A first year drops a book he's staring so hard, because HOW DID SHE KNOW THE PASSWORD. Draco just sighs, gets up, goes over to her, and offers her tea.
  • Give me Draco. Who looks on as Neville offers Harry rhubarb pie that he made himself, as Harry stares forlornly at his Treacle Tart, and makes and annoyed sound. "Dammit Longbottom he hates bittersweets." The Slytherins stare and Pansy just mutters "How do you even know these things. Merlin, help him realize."
  • Give me Parvati, who is being constantly mistaken for her sister by Ron, who panics and screams "IM A LESBIAN" when it gets to be too much.
  • Give me Ron, who stares wide-eyes from a distance whenever he sees Padma from that moment on for a full week, until Padma flips out too and hexes him. Parvati awkwardly wonders why Ron starts getting scared whenever she tries to approach from then on, since she knows Ron doesn't have problems due to that sort of thing from how he handles Harry.
  • Give me the thirty or so of the school's Muggle-raised, who made the mistake of showing their folks howlers, and react accordingly whenever one of the families sends one that is just a recording of Rick Astley, or High School Musical, or spoilers for Doctor Who. And the Wizard-raised just... staring... in fear... watching their savior and multiple other students as they run around screaming and crying in an absolute panic for some reason even though it was a different student that got the weird howler.
  • Give me Harry, whose hair surprises people by being dark red like his mother's when in direct sunlight. And usually at the Weasley den they're inside, but one day Harry joins them outside for a picnic, and Molly is so confused about where Harry went to then has do do a mental tally of her children.
  • Give me George, who in the midst of the final battle, hit Lucius with an Anaticula curse, so that every spell he tries makes a duck instead. And the Death Eaters are just so confused. "Lucius... is that a duck?"
  • Give me the Gryffindor common room. The new first years suggest Monopoly for game night. The entire room goes dead silent. One first year tries to ask what they did wrong. "Never mention that game again," is the only response they get. "But why-" "NEVER TALK ABOUT SIXTH YEAR. WE NEVER TALK ABOUT SIXTH YEAR." Their brave upperclassman Neville yells, trembling. Hermione starts crying. Harry goes into a panic attack. Ron whispers, "There are many reasons we don't talk about sixth year. If The Incident had been the only thing that happened, we would only not talk about The Incident. Many things happened that year. Thus, we do not speak of that year, or of that game."
  • Give me McGonagall, who struggles to control the cat population, because while students are told to have their cats fixed you know not all 100 students that brought cats did so. Her curling up around a litter that lost their mother to illness. Training them to stalk the corridors. Albus had his ways of getting information, and hers is the spy network of cats.
  • Give me muggleborns singing everything from Phantom of the Opera to Katy Perry in the corridors. Singing We Will Rock You to a pureblood who disses them for it. The purebloods thinking the weird songs and their tunes are some kind of Rite of Passage and fleeing whenever a muggleborn student starts singing. Altering song lyrics. "I throw my ferret in the air some-times, singin EEEEEEEYO, this is DRAAAAAACO!"
  • Give me muggleborns that are really confused about the whole quill instead of pens things, throwing transfigured pokeballs in Care of Magical Creatures, the band students bringing kazoos and harmonicas and the wizrd-raised students that are just so confused as to how those things even work, because it must be some sort of air magic, right??
  • Give me muggleborns making entire conversations out of pop culture references specifically to confuse some Slytherin who just called one girl a Mudblood. "These are not the droids you were looking for." "I'm right on top of that now Rose, I promise." -jazz hands-
  • Give me muggleborns with Patronus that are things like Pikachu, velociraptors, the quiet Canadian transfer student with a moose patronus the size of a SMALL HOUSE, the one whose is a angeled-out Castiel, the one whose patronus is the democrat donkey and another the republican elephant and the two, previously best friends, become mortal enemies rivaling the fame of Harry and Draco.
  • Give me muggleborns hugging each other before break, promising to 'call' each other, trading weird codes, how they can't wait to go for 'sushi' or planning that trip together to 'disneyland' where they can go flying?? But no one's allowed magic?? Or flying?? And the wizard-raised think that somehow, shockingly,<i> these children totally new to our world have developed a way to cheat the system?? Muggleborns are badasses!!</i>
  • Give me muggleborns who are fully aware that the anti-tech wards were made when, like, radios barely even existed, much less cellphone towers and microprocessors, so while they can't turn them on inside the stone school walls there's this group that Harry joins constantly that just sit there in silence staring at these tiny things and sometimes randomly laughing hysterically, and every now and then standing and just running all the way across to the other side of the lake all at the same time with no signal whatsoever. The purebloods are <i>terrified</i> of this frequent happening.
  • Give me Harry, Hermione, Dean, and Justin from the D.A, muggleborns they are, doing a movie night every week to help the D.A. relax and bond. They re-start this after the battles, during eighth year, with several other people such as the returned Slytherins joining in. The entire year they play things like Tangled, The Breakfast Club, Brave, Lion King. But then the last four weeks, they announce they don't want to mislead everyone that everything is all fun and rainbows. The last four movies are My Sister's Keeper, The Shining, Marley and Me, and for the last week, a marathon of the entire Jurassic Park series.
  • Give me Hufflepuffs, who secretly are very relieved to be the 'normal' House. Jocks over there, know-it-alls over there, goth wannabees over there, now lets go camp out by the kitchens we're gonna need it to survive the next seven years like this.
  • Give me Ravenclaws who are so done with the riddles when they stumble back at midnight after having fallen asleep in the Library. "What's the truth?" "THE TRUTH IS THAT I WILL SET YOU ON FIRE IF YOU DON'T LET ME IN."
  • Give me the Trio, who use the Marauder's Map to find the most absolutely ridiculous routes to class, knowing every single one of the shortcuts. It's not odd for them to simply appear out of the ceiling. One day the new first years try to follow them, to learn the school better, but it doesn't go so well because then they try to go through a disappearing wall the Trio just did they instead run headfirst into it, and the next time they do behind a tapestry, down a waterside, around some sort of tower, causally past an entire doorless room full of bats, and somehow come out on the complete other side of the castle.
  • Give me Draco whose just completely had it with Harry's staring and confronts him, like they always do, and Harry just blurts out that he likes Draco's new haircut and can he touch his hair, and Draco so shocked he lets him. "Potter stop treating me like a cat I'm evil remember? Bloody hell have you gone daft?!" "But... it's soft..." "I hate you." But he just can't find any anger over this, so there's like no venom whatsoever in it and Harry can't stop giggling.
  • Give me Ginny, who can't stop giggling as Luna confuses the fuck out of an entire crowd with her way of speaking, and who during seventh year could 100% get away with insulting the Death Eaters because of the way she said things. Who after Luna used said tactic to get her out of a Crucio punishment just clung to Luna, shaking, and realizing that she loves Luna so much for this very reason. That there will never be another person like Luna in her life, ever.
  • Give me Harry, who was not really well educated while living at the Dursleys, who couldn't read very well but was wonderful at sneaking around, little tricks like hiding things, and loved music. He taught himself magic tricks, and MERLIN ALMIGHTY THIS 11 YEAR OLD KID HAS MASTERED VANISHING SPELLS, WHAT, HOW, and Percy, uptight prefect he is, just looses it.
  • Give me Ron walking in on Harry talking to some random snake in their dorm room, laughing like the snake said a particularly good joke, tipping his head and smiling as he responds, the python slowly curling up his arm to rest over his shoulder. Ron freezes, stares, and then slowly backs away, closes the door and stands there staring at it for a full half hour in absolute horror.
  • Give me the rest of the D.A. walking into the Room of Requirement and hearing screaming, Dean shrieking that he's going to murder someone, Hermione crying, Justin cursing like a sailor yelling for everyone to stop, and the rest panic and run around the corner and there the four Muggle-raised students are. With some sort of odd device in their hands. Playing Mario Kart.
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I’m not angry.  You know?  You don’t work for me.  I’m worried.                                                I’m worried about you.

If the alternative is starvation, work is never truly voluntary. The fact that people overlook this contradiction never ceases to amaze me.

I know the common rebuttal here is an appeal to nature- “Well, people have always looked for food or starved!” which ignores a few things.

First, that the same ancestors who lived in those ancient conditions were also gatherer-hunting nomads, out of necessity. They could not stay still in one place, like we do today. The second they settled and began to grow food was the second that people could afford not to produce food, and thus could do other things. This, in itself, must have seemed a drastic economic change. One wonders - were these first non-food-producing humans resented because they did not help to produce what they ate?

Second, we are now producing a lot more food than we need, with a lot less people than it used to take. We’ve gone from a world where you needed a small village to support just a few full-time non-food producers, to one where 40% of the global workforce, a minority of people, works in agriculture.

The circumstances have changed. We have the capability, as evidenced, to construct economies where the majority are not directly producing the means of life.

It is therefore a choice, not a necessity, to construct a world in which people starve if they do not work.

Provided we maintain the current system? We have other incentives, both negative and positive, which we can use to fulfill the same social function of encouraging people to work - all without recourse to threats.

Nothing necessitates starvation except for the desire to exercise power over others.

Evak Prompt: Song of Achilles

Personally, I blame @patrochillea for this one, as she just read TSOA and keeps reblogging stuff from it. And it brought back my feels.

And I think Isak would be all grumpy grumpy starting it and then really fucking loving the book as he reads on. Like there’s action and blood and gay? He’d be into it.

———————————–

So the thing is, Isak isn’t exactly a reader. 

It’s not that he can’t read- it’s just that he’d much rather be listening to music or, like, smoking with his friends, or maybe fucking his boyfriend. Reading isn’t the highest on his list of things to do when one is bored.

And yet.

“Here,” Sana said, sliding a blue and gold faced book on the blacktop of their biology desk. “This is for Even.”

Isak peers at the gift suspiciously, “What is it?”

Sana gave him a dry look, “Well Isak, it’s called a book. Sometimes people read them to transport themselves to like-”

“Yeah, yeah, Sana,” Isak rolls, his eyes, “I know what a fucking book is.”

“Then what are you asking stupid questions for?”

“I just-” He stops ans sighs, understanding now that there is no point in fighting this battle with Sana when he can so easily ambush his boyfriend at lunch.

He slides the book into his bag without another thought.

——

Even inspects the book almost as carefully as Isak had when Sana first gave it to him, “What’s this?”

Isak shrugs, “Sana told me to give it to you.”

Song of Achilles,” Even reads out in English, words forming much more smoothly than any attempts Isak could make, and traces the title. A moment passes and then he nods, “Oh. Aww Sana is so sweet-”

Sweet?”

“- I’m reading the Iliad in class and am hating it. She mentioned a book that would be more my speed.”

Even flips open the first page. But like- that would mean he’s no longer paying attention to Isak. 

And that would just not do. So Isak leans into him and kisses the shell of his ear until the book lays on the lunch table forgotten.

——–

That’s the end of it for like two days. But then there is a night that Isak can’t for the life of him sleep. And he’s tried everything- warm milk, counting sheep, Even fucking him into the mattress.

And yet the clock read 2:07 in the morning and Even is snuffling peacefully next to him. And Isak is stuck.

So he gets out of bed and rifles through his backpack, searching for nothing, but coming up with the little gold and blue book.

“Song of Achilles.” he mouths out and glances dubiously to Even.

He might as well, right?

Isak slides back in bed and turns on his desk light, thanking the gods for Even’s ability to sleep through a nuclear airstrike. 

——–

The book is really fucking gay.

Isak reads absently through the first chapter, onto the second, side eyeing the way in which Patroclus describes seeing Achilles for the first time. He reads through their childhood years, becoming more enraptured in the fucking descriptions.

And in the fucking gay? How did Sana even come by this book?

There is a groan from next to him, and Isak jumps, pulling himself reluctantly out of Patroclus’ musings about the past, “Huh?”

Even’s eyes are still shut, nose crinkling cutely in the morning and he rolls over just a bit, just enough for his forehead to rest on Isak’s bare chest and Isak thinks I could recognize him by touch alone; by smell. I would know him blind-

“The alarm is going off.”

Isak blinks and looks down at the clock: 7:45am.

Well huh.

————–

The school day passes in a blur. Isak doesn’t pay attention to it. Instead he thinks about the way in which Achilles juggles figs to get Patroclus’s attention. Or the way Thetis is so against her son falling in love with a mortal.

He thinks about Achilles and when he does, he’s confused as to why bright blonde curls turns into Even’s darker quiff. 

He’s fucking hopeless, that’s why.

“What’s this?” Even drops down at the lunch table next to him, nudging a piece of paper Isak had been scribbling on. Even peers down to read, “We were like gods at the dawning of the world?

Isak shakes his head and crumples up the paper. He leans up to give Even a kiss, “Halla.”

“Halla.” Even gestures to the crumpled paper, “Do I ask?”

Isak is silent for a few precious moments and then it all just kid of bursts out of him. “So you need to read Song of Achilles. Right when we get home. It’s important.”

“Important?”

“Important,” Isak confirms, “Like I might withhold sex if you don’t read it, important.”

Even’s eyes go wide and a strangled laugh escapes him, “That important huh?”

Isak nods, “I need to ask your opinion about Thetis and Achilles. And then, I need you to draw some stuff so I can have a clear picture about scenes in the book. 

“Alright?” Even’s voice is dubious, but Isak is mollified. 

He picks up one of Even’s fries and nods, “Alright.”

——–

Saeyoung and MC visited her parents’ house to find her mom’s scrapbook filled with her baby photos and all that cute embarrassing stuff. 

Saeyoung demanded (with the help of her mom, of course) that mc need to tell every story lies behind each of them ❤

You are like a flower.

You begin as a seed; pure, and beautiful.

Day by day, you blossom at your own pace.

Through constant nurturing, water, love, and care, you bloom into your own shape.

You, and only you, are meant to be the flower in which you become. No amount of rain, drought, or sunshine will change this. Thus, do not try to change your own seed, for it was created just the way it is; through its colours, aroma, and simple nature.

All of which, dear flower, is absolutely perfect.

—  Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin