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straight people are so bad at making gay jokes….. this girl posted on facebook “does anybody know where gay guys come from!!!!” and at first i was like what kind of question is this like what does that even mean…… but apparently it was the set up for a punchline because then she was like “auburn 😂” …… because she’s a roll tide fan so that apparently means auburn has a significant gay male population????? SEE IT LITERALLY MAKES NO SENSE AND I CAN’T STOP THINKING ABOUT IT BECAUSE IT’S GOTTA BE THE MOST POORLY CONSTRUCTED GAY JOKE I’VE EVER HEARD

Does anybody else get this thing where they have a new idea for a story except that its not really a whole idea? Just like, a picture or a scene from a movie unfolding in front of you? Only its so clear, so sharp and strong that you know its going to be a story. It burns inside you, making you replay it again and again, from a new angle each time because you want to know, need to know, how this fits in a narrative.

Like, you see the characters and how they look, you know the setting, you know the motivations (but not the context), and every minute detail and nuance of expression or shadows or well, everything. 

You even know what sounds the characters can hear, what sensations they are feeling. You know what music would be playing if this was really a movie. 

You just… don’t know how it fits into a plot yet.

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What are your HCs if someone were to find Victor and Yuuri's very raunchy homemade sex tape? Would they be able to look at Yuuri Katsuki the same way again

It takes Yuuri a moment to reconcile the number of alert bubbles on his lock screen with a reason to panic, but when he unlocks his phone and spies the little red bubble with "529″ above the messages icon, a cold hand has gripped him by the diaphragm and begun squeezing a frigid reality into his chest.

With shaking hands, he opens his missed calls—658, what the hell—and skips right to the voice mails that have stuffed his inbox completely full. Beside him, Victor mumbles something about grass into his pillow.

Everybody he’s seemingly ever met has tried to reach him at some point during the night, and their messages are all variations of the same theme.

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Reggie x Reader: Fingers and thumbs, baby.

So I realized that the Reggie tag is dry afand since Reggie Mantle own’s this ass I decided to write a lil’ something. Forgive for the grammatical errors, English is not my first language. This is basically just the intro of the story? So, part 2?Enjoy :)

The one where you are in love with your best friend but is in complete denial, and that will be your downfall but not if your red headed bestfriend, Cheryl, can help it.

Plot: When Reggie and (Y/N) have been bestfriends their whole lives but the universe had other plans.

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How Pan Shows His Love For You

Because we all know he isn’t the most openly affectionate or emotional.

  • Always making sure you’re okay when things get intimate between you two.
  • Bringing you handfuls of flowers as an apology after a fight.
  • Making sure that you’re the first to eat at every meal.
  • Wrapping you in extra blankets on particularly chilly nights.
  • Mumbling ‘mine’ between kisses to reassure himself (and you) that you truly do only belong to him.
  • Teaching you protection and healing spells, because he worries that someday he won’t be there to help.
  • Memorizing every little thing about yourself that you tell him, such as your favorite flower and favorite color.
  • Shyly whispering that he loves you. He doesn’t do it often, and it means the world to you when he does.
  • ”I don’t want you going alone, I’m coming with you.”
  • Knowing every single one of your emotions and giveaways to know how you’re feeling inside, from facial expressions to the tone of your voice.
  • Worrying about you constantly, though he may not always vocalize it.
  • Being really overprotective.
  • ”I care about you, princess. I promise I do.”
  • Getting jealous really easily.
  • Becoming restless when he isn’t sure where you are.
  • Telling you every secret of his and never being dishonest with you.
  • Tracing ‘I love you’ on your skin as you fall asleep at night.
  • Threatening to hurt anybody who hurts you.
  • Having Felix watch over you when he isn’t around.
  • Showing you his favorite scenic areas on the island and exploring with you.
  • Trusting you with all his heart.

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Knockout

How the bros handle having a cold!


Noctis

  • He always knows when he’s sick the minute it happens. He’ll be in the shower at night and suddenly he’ll realize his throat is scratchy, and his face gets serious. There’s a disturbance in the force.
  • Always assumes if he goes to sleep right away it will make him feel better. Wakes up feeling more and more horrible
  • Chapped lips. Raw nose. Throat feels like he swallowed a tiny cactaur. 
  • Angry when he coughs because it keeps him awake
  • Once he catches a cold he just has it. It will not go away for a good month. Most likely to get a cold again the minute he’s healthy
  • Noctis was a pretty sickly kid, so he overall handles having a cold pretty well. He’s in agony but he’s cool.
  • He still complains a lot though
  • Refuses to drink water

Ignis

  • Noctis is always the one to get him sick
  • Tries to act like everything is fine, but passes out walking down the street
  • His voice is the cutest thing ever when he’s congested. His face gets red. It makes it hard for anyone to take him seriously, but it doesn’t stop him from trying.
  • Has to be forced to rest
  • Will only relax if Prompto’s the one looking after him. Gladio’s too rough and Noctis is likely to poison him on accident. Prompto’s a little spacey, but he’s competent at caring for people
  • Gives up towards the end of his cold. Can be seen with his hair in his face, cocooned in blankets, drinking bourbon straight from the bottle

Gladio

  • Depends on the season. Fall/Winter colds? No problem
  • Summer colds? Not great, but as long as he waits it out inside he fares pretty well
  • Help him if he catches a cold in the Spring. Allergies and a cold mix to almost murder him. Feels like his sinuses are full of cement
  • Afraid to sleep for fear of suffocating
  • Swears to find whoever got him sick and get revenge. Very dramatic
  • The people around him have learned to encourage him not to do too much when he’s sick. If he passes out, they can’t help him
  • Drinks chicken noodle soup straight from the fucking can. Will not let anybody heat it up for him

Prompto

  • Refuses to take any liquid medicine. He doesn’t like how it makes him feel
  • Wears cute pink surgical masks to avoid getting anyone else sick
  • Carries around hand-sanitizer in a giant pump bottle. Nobody knows where he pulls it from and they aren’t sure they want to know
  • A fan of honey. Good for sore throats, good for a cough, and it tastes sweet!
  • Gets over his colds in like 3 days. Everyone’s jealous
  • Lives in the shower. The steam feels good.
  • Despite the fact that he handles being sick very well, he does enjoy complaining. He’s sure that complaining is essential to the healing process

Tag yourself I’m Noctis

haircuts

“Maybe I should cut my hair.”

Lup looks up from where she’s using her wand to poke at the fire. It gives off a sputtering spray of yellow sparks and she flinches away, pulling the wand out of the fire before it catches alight.

Taako’s sitting about a quarter of the way round the fire, legs folded underneath him as he fiddles with a long, long lock of dark brown hair, loose from the braid he usually tucks it into.

“Why?” she asks, straightening up. The fire flickers onward, no larger for her futile attempts at stoking it with her magic, casting brighter light across Taako’s face. He chews furtively at his lip but doesn’t answer her right away.

That’s fine. Lup’s not a patient girl by any means, but she can be patient for her baby brother. (He’s the baby brother by about five minutes, truth be told, but it’s Lup’s job as the older twin to lord that over him.) They always accommodate each other like this, making changes where normally anybody else would be shoved away or told to suck it up. They’ve only ever had each other; they’ll only ever need each other.

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RP Starters: Vampire
  • “When you’ve been alive for a couple of centuries, you kind of have to develop a different attitude towards life.”
  • “It’s daytime, you better have a good reason for waking me up while the sun is still shining.”
  • “I’d rather not dwell on the fact that I feel like drinking the blood of my best friend.”
  • “300 years of friendship ended in a single moment, and you ask if I’m okay?”
  • “At what point in the last century did humans forget what knocking was?”
  • “You are blood of my blood and all of that silly Bram Stoker mess.”
  • “I wouldn’t eat you if you were the last human on earth.”
  • “I gave you new life! And this is how you repay me?”
  • “How are you doing? Are you feeling…. bitey?”
  • “Does it hurt? You know… your… neck… thing.”
  • “I didn’t know whether I could tell you before.”
  • “Wait! You thought I was trying to eat you?”
  • “I have given you another chance at life.”
  • “We just need to get the blood off you.”
  • “Have you ever wanted to live forever?”
  • “You can smell my blood, can’t you?”
  • “No one can resist immortality.”
  • “Have you ever killed anybody.”
  • “I want to be with you forever.”
  • “No… I can smell your blood.”
  • “Where is your reflection?”
  • “What’s your blood type?”
  • “What does it smell like?”
  • “I’m not afraid you you.”
  • “Good. It smells good.”
  • “Can I turn into a bat?”
  • “You look… delicious.”
  • “Who’s blood is that?”
  • “Bite me. Please.”
  • “You killed me!”
Buddhism: The Hard Questions

  • So, if Buddhism teaches us that the key to enlightenment is the cessation of desire and full acceptance of inevitable change including the fact that everything we hold dear will be taken from us then is this not the same as saying the key is not to want anything and not to care what happens?
  • Is the Buddhist path a path to happiness or just numbness? 
  • Is the Buddhist path something that can be achieved by regular people or is it just another one of those impossible religious standards that nobody can possibly meet except the rare saint?
  • How can the realization that all will be lost possibly make anybody happy much less enlightened?
  • Is enlightenment any more real than heaven or hell?
  • Why would anybody want to live without desires? Isn’t love a desire?
  • Does acceptance that we are going to lose everything make these losses less painful? How would this lessen my pain if my beloved dog was run over?
  • We all know we are going to die. Everybody dies. We have no choice but to accept this fact but does this acceptance in any way make death less frightening? According to Buddhism, it should but it doesn’t does it?
  • Where is the comfort in Buddhism? At least the Abrahamic religions hold out the remote possibility of immortality. Isn’t this far more comforting?
  • If Buddhism is a peaceful religion then why were the Buddhist nations of  China, Japan, Vietnam, Cambodia, and others so militant historically?
  • Why do Buddhists put little kids into monasteries before they even have a basic understanding of the world much less Buddhism?
  • Aren’t Buddhist monks living useless and selfish lives by living on charity so they can reach enlightenment?
  • If Buddhism is non-materialistic then why are people in Buddhist countries like China, Japan, and South Korea so materialistic?
  • Isn’t reincarnation just a way of keeping the poor people in their place by making them focus on the next world just like Christianity does?
  • Didn’t the Buddha abandon his family including his newborn son and leave his elderly father alone to eventually lose his kingdom?
  • Didn’t the Buddha refuse to ordain women at first? Aren’t women still second class citizens in most Buddhist traditions?
  • If the Buddha was just a teacher then why are there so many miracle stories associated with him? Why do people pray to his idols?
  • How is just sitting quietly going to accomplish anything? In fact isn’t it true that most of the world’s Buddhists don’t meditate?
  • Isn’t possible that the Buddha only wanted people to be compassionate and kind and the rest of the stuff is just window dressing?
  • Isn’t it true that the discourses attributed to the Buddha are often vague and even contradictory? Example: the Buddha instructs us not to believe something just because he or another teacher says it but in another discourse identifies doubt as a hindrance to the attainment of enlightenment. Is this correct?
  • Isn’t it true that Buddhism romanticizes poverty? How is this a good thing?
Why do people still take drugs?

The drugs are as old as humanity itself, and they certainly fulfill something of immense value. I am against drugs, but my being against drugs is for the same reason as for thousands of years people have been addicted to the drugs.

It may look very strange. The drugs are capable to give you a hallucinatory experience beyond the mundane world. That is the experience that is being searched through meditation.

Meditation brings you to the real experience, and drug gives you just a hallucination, a dream-like experience but very similar. To meditate is difficult.

The drug is cheap. But the attraction for drugs is spiritual.

Man is not satisfied with his mundane existence. He wants to know something more. He wants to be something more. Just the ordinary life seems so flat, so meaningless, that if this is all then suicide seems to be the only way out of it. It gives no ecstasy, no joy. On the contrary, it goes on piling you up with more and more misery, anxiety, disease, old age and, finally, death.

From the cradle to the grave, the ordinary life is just a drag. People go on living it because they are cowards. Otherwise, they will commit suicide. They don’t have the courage enough to commit suicide. But this is not something one can rejoice in.

You can drag on but you cannot call it living. There is no dance in it, no color in it. It is just a vast desert spreading as far as you can see, with no oasis anywhere.

I am reminded of one of the dreams of Leo Tolstoy. It is a rare dream. It is also unique that it went on repeating continuously almost his whole life. As long as he could remember, the dream was happening. And the dream is very strange.

In his dream he sees a vast desert and two gumboots without anybody in them, just the two gumboots without any feet inside them, are walking. They go on walking and they go on walking, and there is no end to this walk. The desert is endless. And he always woke up perspiring, his heart beating louder, gripped* with great fear.

Without going to any psychoanalyst, he knew the meaning. He himself was a genius. He knew that this is his life, this is not a dream. It is not even symbolic. It is exactly his life. Where he is going? Wherever he goes he will end into the grave. Who is going he does not know. The gumboots are empty.

He is unaware of anybody inside. He is unacquainted of the person who is wearing the gumboots. He is invisible. All that is visible is the gumboots and the desert, and the tedious journey, pointless, meaningless.

This is the reason that drugs have attracted man since the very beginning. And they have at least given him a temporary relief. Only a few people tried meditation. And my own understanding is, these people also tried meditation because drugs at a point become useless. You become immune.

In the beginning, they give you tremendous experiences, but soon they become almost part of your body chemistry. Then if you don’t take them you are in trouble. Your whole chemistry wants them. If you take them, you gain nothing.

You go on increasing the doses.

In India where the experiments with drugs must have been the oldest, because the oldest scripture in the world is Rigveda*, the religious source book of the Hindus, it talks about a certain drug, Somras*. Because of this Somras*, Aldous Huxley has called the ultimate drug one day, when LSD is refined and there is no side effect, it will be called Soma. The name is from Rigveda*.

Rigveda* according to Hindus is ninety thousand years old, and nobody has been able to prove that they are wrong because their arguments for its old age are almost irrefutable. They are not logical, otherwise, it would have been easy.

They are astronomical.

In Rigveda* there is a description of a certain combination of stars that had happened according to modern astronomers also ninety thousand years before.

Now there is no way for the people who were writing Rigveda* to describe it in absolute detail unless they have seen it.

Now, this is such an evidence that you cannot do anything about it. The astronomers say for ninety thousand years that combination has not been again in the sky. So certainly whoever was writing it was fully aware of the combination of stars at that time.

For ninety thousand years Hindus have accepted drugs almost as part of their religious ceremonies. It was only under British regime that drugs created trouble, but because they were part of a religious ritual, which is the ancientmost religion in the world, even the British government was afraid to interfere with it. It continued. Even in my childhood, all drugs were available in the market. There was no question of any illegality. And every school of Hindu religion was using drugs, but they were using it in a very scientific way.

They will give the drug in a certain quantity, create a certain experience in the man, and then when he will come out of it will tell him that, “This was only an illusion. It was simply because of the drug, because of the chemistry, your mind experienced.

"Would you like to experience it in its reality? If the illusion is so beautiful, you can think how much more the reality would be. And the experience created by the drug lost for few hours, and again you are back to the same old rotten world.

But if the experience is real, it is yours forever. You never lose it. It is not something that has happened to you, it is something that was already in you; you have discovered it.”

So I don’t see that it was wrong to use drugs in this way. In fact, this should be the approach around the world for the modern man.

And now we have more advanced drugs, synthetically made, and we are capable of purifying them more. We can make drugs which have no bad effects at all. We can make drugs which are not addictive. And we can have in every hospital, in every university, a certain department which teaches people how to move from drug to meditation.

Just to talk about meditation remains simply verbal. There is no way through the words to give you any experience. But drugs are immensely useful. The words can explain to you what meditation is, the drug can give you a hallucinatory experience of it. And then you can be initiated into a method. And now you will not be moving in the darkness. Now you know that something… if an ordinary drug can do so much, then there must be some way to find an authentic transformation, to experience it without any dependence on anything.

So the drug simply opens up a door and helps you to understand that man’s life and his experience need not be confined to the ordinary mundane world - he can fly high towards the stars - that he is capable of knowing things which are not ordinarily available.

Under proper guidance - medical, meditational - drugs can be of immense help.

I said I am against drugs because if they become addictive then they will be the most destructive for your journey towards the self. Then you become enchanted into hallucinations. And because it is cheap - no effort has to be done, just you have to go on taking bigger and bigger doses….

In India, it came to a point…. Still today there are monasteries where they keep poisonous snakes because the people had become so addicted to all kinds of drugs that no drug has any effect on them. They can take any dose and they will remain normal. The only thing that gives them a little experience is a bit on their tongue by a cobra. That will be death to anybody, but to them, it is a beautiful drug experience.

Sometimes it has happened that these people become addicted even to cobra bites. Their whole bloodstream becomes poisonous. And it is on record, and once it happened in front of me, that a cobra was brought to bite. The Cobra did it perfectly well on the tongue and died.

The man had become so poisonous… because the cobra is not poisonous in his whole body. He has simply a small gland which has poison, and that gland is just in his mouth. So whenever the cobra bites someone, he immediately turns upside down, because the gland in his mouth has the opening up. He will bite; that is not dangerous. That is simply making your blood available. And then he will turn over to pour the poison on your blood.

The bite is not really poisonous. The poison comes from the gland which hangs above his tongue in the mouth. It has to hang that way, otherwise, the poison cannot remain in it. So he turns upside down. The poison starts flowing out of the gland into the wounds that he has made by his bite. But before he could do that, biting the man was enough to get poisoned himself.

For thousands of years, people have been using drugs. Moralists, religious people, governments have been trying prohibition absolutely unsuccessfully.

And I don’t see that they can ever succeed.

The only way to succeed is what I am suggesting. Rather than prohibiting drugs, let the scientists find out better drugs which give deeper and more psychedelic, more colorful, more ecstatic experiences and without any side effects, and without any addiction. And these should be available in the universities, in the colleges, in the hospitals - wherever some kind of guidance is possible, that the person is not prohibited, is allowed total freedom to use anything that he wants.

And we use his experience to help him grow towards some authentic process so that he can start experiencing something far greater than any drug can give.

And only then he can compare that the first one was just a dream, and this is a reality, and the first one was just cheating myself through chemistry, ‘And the first one was not helping me in my spiritual growth. It was, in fact, preventing the growth, keeping me addicted and retarded’. The second one goes on growing, and now he starts gathering the courage to explore more.

He was never aware that these experiences are possible, that these experiences are not just fiction.

So drug can be used in a very beneficial way, to make the person realize that this is a hallucination, and the hallucination is so satisfying, would not you like to try the real? We have the real drug also.

I call it meditation. And it takes you to the uttermost blissful experience possible.

Then only drugs become useless for you.

If we want humanity to get free of drugs, then meditation is the way. But before we can get free of them, they are very important and can be used to introduce people to meditation.

So this paranoia about drugs is not helpful to humanity. You can make drugs illegal, it makes no change. In fact, they become more attractive, more exciting.

Particular to the youth they become a challenge.

I am amazed sometimes that, is man going ever to learn even the ABC of human psychology? The same stupidity goes on which God did with Adam and Eve:

prohibition. Don’t eat the fruit of this tree. But that becomes an invitation. That becomes a challenge. And thousands of years have passed, but the authority figures are still in the same mood: don’t use the drug, otherwise imprisonment for five years, seven years. And nobody bothers that drugs are being made available in jails. Just you have to pay a little higher price. And the people who come out of the jail are not cured. They go back again because … the reason is the drug gives them something which your society is not giving.

They are ready to destroy their health, their body, their whole life becomes a mess, but still, that drug gives them something which your society does not give.

So rather than preventing them, create a society which gives something which is better.

I have been fighting in India with one of the most idiotic prime ministers India had, Morarji Desai. He is absolutely fanatic, is not ready to listen to any reasonable argument. Alcohol has to be prohibited. He prohibited the alcohol.

That does not make any change. People start making alcohol but that proves dangerous. Thousands of people died because the alcohol they drank was poisonous, was not made rightly. The people who were making it had no idea what they are making.

And this has been happening around the world. Once in a while, some idiot comes in and tries to prohibit, but nobody asks why people drink alcohol.

(Tape side B) Your life gives them nothing. You suck them of their blood and in return what they get? No joy, just anxieties upon anxieties. Safe alcohol makes them relax for few hours, sing a song or have a little dance - or a fight in the pub.

But for few hours they are transported from your world. The very attraction proves that your society is wrong, not that alcohol is wrong.

Your society should help people to dance, to sing, to rejoice, to love. The alcohol will disappear. The other drugs are far better than alcohol.

There are many drugs which have less bad after-effects, particularly synthetic drugs taken in a right atmosphere, in a right mood. For example, LSD. It simply enhances your mood, it does not do anything to you. If you are in a despair the LSD experience will become a nightmare. But if you are feeling a well-being, that is the time to take LSD. Then it can give you a really positive ecstatic experience, although it will be hallucinatory.

But if you don’t know the real, it looks almost the real. Even a man like Aldous Huxley, one of the most intelligent men of this generation, thought that through LSD he has achieved the same experience as Gautam Buddha, Kabir, Ramakrishna.

If you don’t know the real, naturally you cannot call it hallucinatory. It is so real.

Huxley had no experience of meditation. He has really no right to say such a thing. You can say such a thing only when you have experienced both, that it is the same experience as Kabir.

Kabir never used any drug. His experience was purely of meditation. On what grounds Huxley can say it is the same experience? He does not know the experience of Kabir. I can understand that he has been through a tremendously beautiful experience, but that experience disappears as the effect of the LSD goes out of the system.

But Kabir’s experience remains twenty-four hours, day in, day out, his whole life.

Once it happens, it is always there.

This is a simple criterion. But he was so much fascinated by the experience, and he corrupted almost a whole generation. They thought that if a man like Huxley says that LSD can give you samadhi, then what is the need of going through so much trouble for meditation with no guarantee whether you will be able to succeed or not?

I am against drugs because they can become addictive and they can prevent your spiritual growth. You can start thinking that you have achieved what you were seeking, and your hands are empty. You are just dreaming.

But, on the other hand, I am a very scientific mind. On the other hand, I would like drugs to be used, not to be prohibited - but used under proper guidance as a stepping-stone towards meditation.

And governments should pay more attention for improving the drugs rather than preventing people. If improved drugs are available, then other drugs will already be out of the market. There is no need to prohibit anything in the world.

Just produce something better - something better, cheaper, legal. Then who is going to bother about marijuana, hashish, heroin - for what? There is no reason.

Something better is available with the medical store, without prescription. Even in the hospital, you can book a place for yourself, that doctors can look after you while you are in the drug experience. Meditators can help you to understand what has happened to you. And this is possible very easily through meditation.

One thing more, that if something even hallucinatory happens to a person, meditation becomes easier. Something in him becomes certain. Something in him is now perfectly guaranteed that meditation is not just fiction.

And the hallucinatory experience also opens some doors.

The guidance can be of very much importance. For example, when somebody is under LSD and is having an ecstatic joy, that is the moment to teach him the method of meditation, because he is very sensitive, very clean and clear as he is not ordinarily. He is dull and cloudy. Now the whole sky is a clarity. You can teach him meditation more easily in this moment than you can teach him when he is in an ordinary state.

He seems to listen but he only hears. It does not go deep. His sleep is thick.

But in certain moments under LSD he is very close to awakening. Under a right guide, he can be introduced to the technique of meditation. He can be given what is called post-hypnotic suggestions for which he is absolutely vulnerable. He can be told that “This meditation, you will be able to do it when you are out of LSD experience.” You can go on repeating it that, “You are going to succeed in it.” It is a simple method and there is no problem in not succeeding in it.

Just one or two sessions with a guide will be enough. The man can be moved towards meditation. And once he moves towards meditation, drugs have no importance at all.

All the efforts of scientists and the government should be to understand that if a certain thing has been so attractive for the whole history of man, and no government has ever been successful to prohibit it, then there must be a certain need that it fulfills. And unless that need is fulfilled in some other way, drugs are going to remain in the world. And they are destructive. @B204 And the more governments are against them, more destructive they are because nobody can make any refinements on them, nobody can make any experiments on them, nobody is even allowed to say what I am saying.

But I can say it because I am against drugs. But that does not mean they cannot be used. They can be used as a means, they are not the end.

And if we can hope a future free of drugs, if man becomes naturally meditative….

And that is possible. If a child finds his father is meditating, his mother is meditating, everybody is meditating, he will start being curious about it. He also wants to meditate.

And that is the age when meditation is very simple because he is not yet corrupted by the society. Yet he is innocent.

And if everybody around him is doing something and enjoying in doing it, he cannot remain behind. He will sit with them with closed eyes. First, they may laugh at him, that it is not possible for children. But they do not understand. It is more possible for children than for the so-called grownups.

Just the atmosphere of meditation in schools, in colleges, in universities - wherever the person goes he finds that atmosphere which nourishes his own meditativeness.

I would love to see that no drugs are needed in the world. But not through prohibition, but through creating something better, something real. Drugs will be defeated without any difficulty, but these idiotic governments go on giving importance to drugs and they go on destroying the youth around the world.

The most precious time of life is wasted in hallucinations, and by the time they realize what they have done to themselves, perhaps it is too late. They cannot come back to a normal state. Their body has become accustomed to having certain chemicals in it. Then even unwillingly they have to go on injecting themselves with all kinds of poisons.

Or if somebody has not been on hard drugs, returns back, then he finds life very much dull, duller than you find it because he has seen something beautiful. It always remains a comparison.

He has made love under the impact of drug and he had felt at the very top of the world. And now he makes love and finds that it is nothing but a kind of sneeze.

It feels good; you sneeze and it feels good, but it is not something that you live for. Nobody can say that “I am living here for sneezing.”

A Grand Scheme For Love Possibly Ruined By The Asshole K-2SO

Cassian Andor/ Reader

Words: 1,952

Summary: A little droid tells you (well, you bribed him) that Cassian has a crush on you. You have just the plan to get Cassian to tell you straight up. 

Prompt: “ Where the reader tries to make cassian jealous by accepting a date right in front of him. So that cassian could admit his feelings or something like that.”

Tagging: @kwaiky, @attentionseekingprincess, @ly–canthrope, @can-t-figure-it-out

Author’s notes: Yeah, I feel like the title is a Bit misleading but in fairness this is one of my “quirkier” fics. It’s a bit silly and over the top but like! You’ll have a good time. I’m terrible @ wrting about jealousy bc i feel like it aint healthy pero…im also jealous at times? im a hippocrates. Created a minor OMC, too. I used a Star Wars name generator to come up w/ his name lmaoo


You always had a seeping suspicion that a certain captain had a crush on you.

Captain Cassian Andor. The intelligence officer and one of the best pilots on base has a crush on you.

Asking him directly would lead him to flat out deny your claim. That’s when you decide to approach what seems like one of his only friends on base, his droid, K-2SO.

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Prank Wars (1/4)

Chapter 1

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: The prank war has begun in The Avengers tower, your partner is Steve Rogers. None of The Avengers are safe, mostly if you and Steve are the ones paired up.

Word Count: 901

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Warning: Fluff

A/N: This fic was requested by @jdhvsbzxjdhdhshsnsr, and I’m going to decide to make this four parts. I hope you enjoy it, and not only you. But whoever is reading this as well. I hope you enjoy ♥


You and Steve were cuddled up on the couch, the team and you were watching one of your favorite movies. Bucky was upstairs taking a shower, and there’s nothing more than he admires, than his hair. And his hair was the target that you and Steve were aiming for. You and Steve put some green hair dye in his shampoo, which would look repulsive on him. The movie was getting to the best part but it suddenly gets interrupted by the scream of Bucky. 

And the scream sounded angrier than you two expected, which meant you two got him. You two got him good.

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Democrats reject her, but they helped pave the road to education nominee DeVos
Many Democrats have been supporting traditional Republican views of school reform for years.

It wasn’t all that long ago that it would have seemed impossible for anybody who labeled the U.S. public education system a “dead end” to be nominated as U.S. Secretary of Education, much less get support to be confirmed. Not anymore. Betsy DeVos, a Republican billionaire from Michigan who public school advocates see as hostile to America’s public education system, is likely to be confirmed despite a rocky Senate committee hearing, where, under caustic Democratic questioning, she seemed not to know basic education issues.

If DeVos does become education secretary, Democrats will of course blame the Republicans. DeVos is, after all, a Republican who has donated millions of dollars to Republicans, was selected to be education secretary by a Republican, and would win confirmation thanks to the Republican majority in the Senate.

But the record shows that Democrats can’t just blame Republicans for her ascension. It was actually Democrats who helped pave the road for DeVos to take the helm of the Education Department. Democrats have in recent years sounded — and acted — a lot like Republicans in advancing corporate education reform, which seeks to operate public schools as if they were businesses, not civic institutions. (This dynamic isn’t limited to education, but this post is.) By embracing many of the tenets of corporate reform — including the notion of “school choice” and the targeting of teachers and their unions as being blind to the needs of children — they helped make DeVos’s education views, once seen as extreme, seem less so. Historically, Democrats and Republicans have looked at public schools differently.

Democrats have traditionally been defenders of public education, seeing it as the nation’s most important civic institution, one that is meant to provide equal opportunity for marginalized communities to escape poverty and become well-informed citizens so they can become part of America’s civic life. Public education was seen as a civil right. Republicans have looked at public schools less as vehicles of social equity and more as places that are supposed to prepare young people for college and careers, an endeavor that should be measured with the same types of metrics businesses use to gauge success. Some Republicans have looked at public schools with suspicion, in some cases seeing them as transmitters of liberal and even godless values.

That’s why it was unusual when, in 2001, the late Sen. Edward Kennedy, the liberal Massachusetts Democrat, gave critical support to the new conservative Republican president, George W. Bush, in passing a new education law called No Child Left Behind (NCLB). A bipartisan, they said, was to make sure public schools attended to the needs of all students, but the law actually became known for creating new “accountability” measures for schools based on controversial standardized test scores.

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This is the one signature skill from Xena that Gabrielle didn’t learn but that’s because Renee was scared to do it. Besides Gabrielle could do other things with fire Xena never did… not that she couldn’t. But yeah, this is actually the only skill Gabrielle never learned from Xena or anyone. As we know, she inherits the chakram. She masters a flip-kick move in ‘The Abyss’ where she flips into the air and kicks the cannibal in the head. Believe it or not, Renee actually did that without any wire-work at all. There’s a lot that Gabrielle learns. Fire breathing was not one of them.

Does anybody have a favourite fire breathing moment from the show? Which episode is it in?