fighting the dark forces

Into every generation a slayer is born: one girl in all the world, a chosen one. She alone will wield the strength and skill to fight the vampires, demons, and the forces of darkness; to stop the spread of their evil and the swell of their number. She is the Slayer.

Gentle reminder that yes, Riku was able to conquer his darkness in contrast to Terra, but while Riku has been forced to use his darkness to fight his friends, Terra was forced to use it to save his friends.

Riku grew into his darkness and embraced it willingly, in that way he had way more control over it. Terra on the other hand struggled with it, having been told all his life that darkness is bad and then suddenly it’s the only thing he can use to save Ven, and later on, Aqua. This internal struggle is exactly what Xehanort used to get into Terra. So by no means does that mean that Riku is better or stronger, their situations are simply fundamentally different.

A Wild Night in Vegas -- Part 9

Okay. Well. @outlandishchridhe and I said it would be a while before we’d post a new chapter. We might have fibbed a little. Cause well, here’s a new chapter. We used plotting as a reward for getting homework done, which we totally did. And we had far, FAR too much fun plotting and writing this chapter.

Catch up with all previous chapters HERE


Fraser Bairn Wach: Month 3

Jamie put the finishing touches on the quinoa salad as the door unlocked. Claire hung her keys up and dropped her bag on the floor.

“Why is it so bloody hot here?” she asked, heading to the refrigerator for a bottle of cold water.

While she took a long drink, he went to her bag and pulled out the plastic bag of wet washcloths to rinse and return to the freezer. Claire already had the extra out and pressed against her neck.

“Because it’s July in the desert, Sassenach,” he said with a laugh. “Did ye drink enough water?”

“I did, I promise. What did you make?”

Setting the bowl on the table, he stuck the serving spoon into it and took a deep breath.

“Weel, it’s a quinoa salad wi’ cucumbers and chickpeas, and a light yogurt dill dressing on the side, to use as ye like.”

“That sounds amazing. And it’s cool, oh I do love you Jamie.”

He gave her a soft kiss on her cheek and smiled as she picked up a slice of cucumber from the cutting board. It was true, what they said. Women had a particular glow about them when they were pregnant and his wife was no different.

Claire had gotten through the first couple months of her pregnancy pretty much unscathed as far as morning sickness was concerned. She had heard the horror stories of mornings filled with vomiting and not being able to eat and thought she had made it past the point that it would affect her. She thought that. But sadly, she was wrong.

It came on all of a sudden. Just one bite of the cucumber. One minute she was fine, the next, she was sprinting down the short hallway and into the bathroom to release the food she had just put into her mouth. Jamie, who had been startled from his dinner preparation by her sudden departure, heard the retching coming from behind the closed door and knocked tentatively.

“Sassenach? Are ye alright?”

He heard her gasp before she answered. 

“Yes, I’m fine. Don’t come in! I don’t want you to see this.”

The water came on and he listened while she brushed her teeth. A moment later, she came out, her face still a little flushed.

“Are ye sure you’re alright, Sassenach?”

“Yes, I’m just fine. I’m perfectly alright now. Though, I think I might not be able to make myself eat the cucumbers in the salad…”

“Dinna fash. I’ll pick them out for ye and eat them myself. I made them big chunks, aye?”

She filled a glass with water and began to drink it while he fixed her a bowl without cucumbers. The rest of the evening was uneventful. They snuggled in bed, though he was hesitant to let it go further than that.

In the morning, he set aside a portion of the leftovers from the previous night for Claire’s lunch, taking care to pick out the cucumbers. Then he started getting together a small breakfast for her, knowing she had a very full day between her classes and work. He’d just buttered some toast and set it on a plate when she came out of the bedroom.

“Morning,” she said, grinning at him.

“Morning, mo nighean donn. Are ye hungry?”

“Definitely.”

Steering her away from the plate of eggs he’d fixed, he sat her down at the table.

“We’ll no’ see each other all day and I’ll probably be late wi’ work tonight. Let me feed ye properly, at least.”

Rolling her eyes, she folded her arms and waited. Finished, he filled her plate with the eggs and toast. She took one big bite of the perfectly cooked eggs and her hand went to her mouth. Immediately, he knew she would bolt to the bathroom again by the look on her face. This time he followed her in.

While she gripped the sides of the toilet, he held her hair back and out of her face until she finished retching. The sound of it had him worrying that something was wrong with the bairn. Finally, it was over. She sat back and slumped against the wall, her face covered in sweat.

“Are ye alright?”

“I am now.”

“Do we need to call your doctor? I’m gettin’ worried.”

Shaking her head, she closed her eyes and leaned against the wall.

“Unfortunately, this is completely normal,” she sighed, wiping her mouth and taking his outstretched hand to stand up. “Completely normal. It’s just morning sickness.”

“That doesna really explain you being sick last night though.”

“Well, they call it morning sickness, but really it happens all the time. It can happen any time of day and all through the pregnancy, although I’m really hoping our little one here doesn’t keep making me sick or it’ll be a long 6 months to go.” She smiled as she said this, caressing her very, very small bump. She would throw up every day, and gladly, as long as the baby was safe.

Jamie rubbed her back gently, still worried.

“And you’ll be alright at school? And work?”

“Honestly, I feel perfectly alright now. I’ll take it as easy as I can, I promise. But I’ll be fine.”

She brushed her teeth again and followed him back out. Opting for a bowl of cereal instead of the eggs, she finished and grabbed her lunch bag.

“What’d you pack me today?”

“Leftovers from last night. Wi’out the cucumbers. Picked them all out myself.”

“Such a gentleman you are.”

With a deep bow, he gave her hand a kiss.

“Lord Midnight the Blue, at your service, my lady.”

“I’ll see you tonight, my lord. Try not to break yourself at work?”

“Ye ken I fight the dark forces of Merlin. Sometimes that involves taking a blow. But I’ve got a fine lady of medicine waiting for me at home who’ll tend to my wounds.”

Car keys in hand, she smirked from the doorway.

“Just make sure to sneak her out the back door before I see her.”

He let out a hearty laugh as she left.

Thankfully his show had gone well and he hadn’t left with new injuries. Claire would be pleased. As he pulled out of the employee parking lot, he thought about her struggles with the pregnancy sickness. With a stroke of inspiration, he drove to a grocery store and bought her three red roses.

At home, Claire was bustling around the kitchen.

“You’re home!”

“Aye, I am. Sorry I’m late.”

“It’s alright. You’re here now. Hungry?”

With the roses in one hand, he wrapped his arms around her, presenting the flowers with a flourish.

“Starved. But I’ve a wee gift for ye first.”

“Oh Jamie! What’s the occasion?”

“Weel, I figure you’re about three months gone now, aye? Three roses for three months. I canna do the work for ye or take this sickness for ye, but I can bring ye something to say thank you.”

Turning around in his arms, she put her own around his neck and blinked back the tears.

“I think that’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me. I didn’t think you’d kept such close track.”

“Of course I have, mo nighean donn,” he said, hand over the nearly invisible swell. “This is my child too. I want to keep track of how our bairn’s progress is doing. And to say I love ye more and more every day.”

“I love you too, Jamie.”

Claire set the table and served them both dinner. They ate happily while she regaled him with details from her day, both school and work. Admittedly, he didn’t understand most of the things she said about her classes, but she was happy. That was all he ever wanted.

Dishes in the sink, they cuddled on the couch for a little while. The three red roses sat in a vase on the end table where Claire had put them.

“Ye ken what day it is, Sassenach?”

“Monday?”

He tried to keep his smile down, but he couldn’t. Monday was easily his favorite day of the week for one very good reason.

“Ye ken how ye let me take a photograph of yer wee belly on Mondays?”

Heaving a sigh, she slowly stood and started to walk towards the wall he liked to take the picture against.

“Honestly Jamie, I’m not even showing yet. At most, it looks like I’ve a food baby that’s settled there. I don’t know why you want a picture of it. I just look bloated.”

“I want a picture,” he said, turning her slightly after she pulled her shirt up to reveal her belly to him. “Because I want to watch you and the bairn grow.” He kissed her softly then pulled away.

“I want a picture because my beautiful wife is pregnant and glowing with our wee babe inside her.”

“I’m glowing because my skin is so oily and it’s shining in this light,” she retorted, though she smiled at him when he pointed his phone in her direction, unable to keep her hand from touching her near-flat belly.

“Take yer hand off there, Sassenach. I want to see the belly.” He smirked at her over the top of his phone and took another few pictures. She rolled her eyes at him and stuck her tongue out, but let him do as he pleased. Whether she would admit it or not, she also wanted to see her body grow and change, the subtle swell of her belly get larger with their child.

“And ye are glowing. It’s not just yer face, yer whole body seems more alight. Ye look completely beautiful. It’s not just the look of ye either, ken? There’s something all around ye now. I canna explain it, but it’s there.”

He leaned down and took her lips against his, her face shocked but pleased at his assessment of her.

“I do love you something fierce, Jamie Fraser,” she whispered to him between kisses.

“I love you, too, mo nighean donn. Come on. Let’s go to bed.”

About a week later, Jamie was just getting things out to start on dinner when Claire suddenly pushed back from her desk. She’d been studying for an exam all afternoon on her day off and he’d been trying to give her space. He’d been taking careful note about what different foods set off her nausea and had avoided using them at all costs.

Pulling the refrigerator door open roughly, she began digging through the drawers, muttering to herself.

“How do we have no cucumbers in this whole bloody apartment?!”

Frowning, he opened a jar and set it on the counter.

“Cucumber? The last time ye had any, it left ye puking yer guts out! I havena bought any in a week.”

She stood up and closed the door. He glanced at her just in time to see the tears welling in her eyes. Her bottom lip began to tremble as a red flush started up her neck. When her mouth opened, he thought she might yell. What happened was much, much worse.

“I just… Wanted… B-bloody cucumber…”

Then the dam broke and she shook with intense sobs. For a moment, he stood there in complete shock. His mouth hung open while she wept in the middle of the kitchen. He rushed to her and pulled her close, trying to find a way to soothe her.

“Hush lass, dinna cry. If ye want a cucumber, I’ll go and fetch ye one. Dinna cry, mo nighean donn. I’ll fetch ye a whole bushel if ye wish.”

Slowly, her head came up from his chest, her blue eyes amazingly bright from her tears.

“W-would y-you?” she stammered between hiccups.

“Aye, lass. I’ll go right now.”

“Th-thank you, Jamie.”

Considering her emotional state, he bought as many cucumbers as he could fit in the produce bag at the grocery store.

She was on the couch when he got home, no longer crying, thank God. She looked a little sheepish but, as soon as she saw him, she hopped to her feet and began reaching for the bag.

“No, no, a nighean. Let me wash one for ye first.”

He rinsed and brushed a large cucumber off before turning to the cutting board. Claire stood directly behind him, eyes on the vegetable.

“Christ!” he yelped, moving back. “I didna even hear ye get off the couch!”

Her eyes darted from him to the cucumber and back. When she licked her lips, he nearly threw it at her for fear of losing his own fingers.

“Here! Take the damn thing!”

She held it, staring down at it for a moment. Quickly, she picked up the knife Jamie had been about to use and chopped one end off before taking a huge bite. It wasn’t until she’d swallowed the bite that she looked up and met his eyes.

“I’m sorry, Jamie. These hormones are… I don’t even know what to do with myself. I didn’t mean to start crying like that. I’m sorry I frightened you.”

“Dinna fash, lass. Ye didna frighten me. I worried I’d been an arse somehow and hurt ye. If I’d kent ye wanted them, I’d have bought them at the store today.”

“I know, and I didn’t know I wanted them until I got up from the desk. I promise, it wasn’t you at all. Thank you for getting some. It’s quite good.”

Cupping her face in one hand, he smiled fondly at her.

“All I want is for ye to be happy. If ye need me to get ye cucumbers in the middle of the night, I’ll find some way to make it happen.”

She looked up at him seriously for a moment.

“I want you to be happy too. I feel like sometimes… I feel quite selfish. You do all these things for me and…”

Jamie cut her off with a long, slow kiss. He rested his forehead against hers and waited until she met his gaze.

“Ye do plenty for me, Claire. You come home after long days and make us dinner, you always ken when I need ye, when I’m hurting after work and yer willing to rub my shoulders for me, when ye get up before me to make a coffee for me, ye’re doing sae well in classes and working and growing our bairn. Trust me, Sassenach, going to fetch ye a wee cucumber is but a blip on the radar.”

He saw her eyes get teary again and hugged her close.

“Ye are perfect, mo nighean donn. Yer everything I didna know I wanted until I met ye. Dinna think that yer not worth that.”

He heard her soft sniffle against his shirt and ran a soothing hand down the length of her back.

“I love you,” came a watery voice from below his chin.

“I love ye, too, mo nighean donn. Come on. Let’s having something to eat, aye? Aside from yon wee cucumber there.”

That earned him a small laugh and a thump to the chest, but her eyes shone up at him, filled with wonder at this man who could love her so much.

She helped him prepare the rest of their dinner and they ate cuddled up on the couch instead of at the table, needing to just be close to one another.

When they went to bed that night, right before he drifted off to sleep, arms snugly around her, he heard her whisper, “How did I ever get so lucky as to find you?”

He smiled and searched for her mouth with his, giving her a sleepy kiss before bringing her even closer and pulling her into sleep with him, safe and secure in each other’s arms.

VS Adeleine
VS Adeleine

When Kirby first meets Adeleine she has been possessed by Dark Matter and forced to fight Kirby by using her paintbrush to create enemies. Once she is defeated, she agrees to accompany Kirby on his journey. She will appear occasionally to give him items and help solve puzzles. This music is also used in the ability select screen of Kirby Fighters.

anonymous asked:

Hi I liked what you said about the cover “ship argument” and agree it should have been just Sarah or the Scoobies, so sad tony wasn’t there too, but i’m wondering your opinion on how Spuffy fans treat Sarah on twitter, she’s spoken about it before and mentioned it during the reunion. I know it’s not everyone but it seems when she posts anything either with David or pro Bangel a lot of them attack her and can be quite vile and disgusting towards her. She stays respectful but they go in everytime.

Thanks for understanding, and before I answer your question I’ll try to make myself clear again because I feel some people have misunderstood the point I was trying to make.

I wasn’t making a “ship argument”. My saying I didn’t dig the Bangel cover wasn’t a jab at that ship. I definitely acknowledge it was a relevant pairing in the show. I wasn’t implying Spuffy should’ve been on the cover instead. 100% NO. I think to have a ship on the cover was basically missing the point (and a waste of an opportunity) of the show. Buffy was the title character. She made the show. She was the show. She alone will stand. The ships - either one of them - were merely an ingredient of the million things that made the show great. This wasn’t Dawson’s Creek or 90210 or any other teen drama. This was about one girl fighting the forces of darkness, who on occasion happened to indulge in smoochies with a couple of vampires. I wish that girl had stood alone on the cover, that’s all.

Okay, point made. Now to your question.

I think that’s bullshit. I think that’s the worst and darkest side of fandom, one that I don’t want to be part of or condone in any way. I feel ashamed of those people, and I hate that they give a bad name to shippers. I hate that because of them I have to take the blame and be pointed out as part of the “Internet loudmouths and ass-kissers of unpopular, ignored comics“ just because I happen to ship the same ship some moronic internet trolls do.  I think anyone who dares insult or threaten an actor for being outspoken about their shipping preferences is an ill-intentioned douchebag at best, and a worthless piece of human garbage at worst. 

Shipping is personal, by definition. That’s true for us as fans as it is true for the actors as people who have every right to have personal preferences. 

There’s this irrational idea that if an actor supports your ship, they are somehow validating it or making it more canon or more important than the rest. That’s idiotic. Like, I kind of get that people want others to like the same things they do, especially if that person is someone you admire. But shipping should be about how the relationship between two characters makes you feel on a very personal, intimate level. That’s why we ship. We ship because we find something in those two people that makes us feel something very personal, whatever that maybe. We don’t choose ships based on how actors or other people perceived them. So why should be angry about how others feel or not feel about our ships? It’s stupid and senseless and anyone who attacks someone else because of shipping preferences, whether they are an actor or a fellow fan, is a fucking jerk. 

Ship and let ship. 

Theory of Overprotective Canines

Guys, I’ll admit that I was getting a little antsy only doing these short fluffy one-shots. So, instead, I present a 12k, College!fic full of pining, growling, AND, my favorite, fullwolf!Derek.

 Still, technically, this is for the Not Quite Normal OTP Challenge and the attempted mind meld challenge with andavs! (It sorta worked this time!! if you allow it to!)

 4. First Night in their First Apartment 

(I know it doesn’t really fit at all. Hush, I made the challnege. I can do what I want.)

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“Stiles,” Derek’s voice is the low rumble that Stiles has long since gotten used to. It also sounds vaguely disapproving. Stiles is pretty used to that too.

“I know, I know,” Stiles replies putting up a hand before Derek can finish. “I said that there would be an elevator, but I thought there was! How was I to know it’s been broken since the 80s?”

Which is unfortunate since he is on the fourth floor and they have to bring up all his stuff, but he doesn’t have that much stuff. And Scott and Derek are werewolves so, really, they should not be complaining.

“You cannot live here,” Derek continues, as if Stiles hadn’t spoken.

Stiles blinks.

“Why not?” Behind Derek, Scott is looking around as well. His face also seems to be a bit pinched. “Is there something supernatural? Oh my god, I can’t believe my luck with these things!”

“No,” Derek says. “No, not supernatural but this is… Stiles, this is a terrible part of town.”

Scott nods. Stiles frowns.

“What?”

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The Power of Seduction (Cassian x Reader)

This was my first request so thank you! I had a blast writing it! I hope I stuck to the request close enough and I hope you enjoy it!


Requested by @rogue–rebel!

Request: Could u do a Cassian Andor x reader where you’re a jedi, but are being seduced by the dark side, and Cassian tries his hardest doing everything he can to keep you in the light. Thanks <3 


Pairing(s): Cassian Andor x Reader

Words: Around 1,400.

Warnings: my first fight scene (yikes), seduction by the dark side of the force, and fluff (wow what a surprise)

Rating: T


He stood there looking at the sunset, holding you in his arms. He knew from his scarce knowledge of children that they required affection, he just never foresaw himself being the giver of that affection.

“The child, special they are.” Master Yoda spoke as he looked out to space. “Take them to Tattooine, you will. Train them with the force, you must.”

Obi-Wan Kenobi looked down at you, the sleeping infant. “Who are you, little one?”


20 Years Later


Stormtroopers. Rebels. Droids. All were mixed together across the base, fighting for their respective side and dodging any enemy hit they could.

Among the combat, in the middle of everything, was you, a young Jedi Knight taking action for what you believed in, and next to you was a young rebel captain, making sure nothing happened to you.

“While I appreciate your help, Cassian, wouldn’t you say you’re a tad distracted this afternoon?” You yelled knowing full well that the Captain was there to protect you. You smirked as you took a swing with your lightsaber at an oncoming stormtrooper. You didn’t miss.

Cassian rolled his eyes and shot a trooper from behind. “You get yourself into too much trouble when you fight by yourself, I’m only trying to lessen those odds.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes as you blocked approaching blaster fire. “Oh please.”

You looked to the sky as you heard the non-mistakable sound of an air shuttle. It was landing on top of the base’s main building of research about fifteen feet away. You looked to where Cassian was now fighting a stormtrooper in hand-to-hand combat. ‘He can handle it.’

You made a run for the building, blocking shots along the way.


Cassian looked around the base, consciously looking for a Jedi that he had let himself lose sight of during the fight.

“If you are looking for (Y/N), it might be helpful to know that I saw them run for the research building about ten minutes ago whilst you were fighting a stormtrooper.”

The captain sighed and looked at the droid. “Thanks, Kaytoo.”


He rushed up the stairs as soon as he heard the lightsabers. He knew something was wrong.

And he was right.

As soon as he reached the floor, he quickly hid against the wall with his blaster drawn.

You were fighting Darth Vader, and it looked like you were losing.


‘The force is strong with you, young Jedi.’


You brought your weapon up to block your face from the Sith in front of you. When you entered the research building, you weren’t planning on taking on a Sith Lord, but with the kind of day it had been, you weren’t exactly surprised. You furrowed your eyebrows in concentration as you tried to block your mind. “Get out of my head!”


‘You would be a powerful addition to the dark side.’


You growled in frustration as you hit your lightsaber against Darth Vader’s in an attempt to get him to back off.


“Don’t fight it, (Y/N), you could be more powerful than you could ever imagine with the Dark Side. You just need a teacher.” His robotic-like voice rang through your head. “Join us and be great.”


Something was wrong. You felt it creeping into your mind like black smoke engulfing your brain. Before you could stop it, you were force pushed into the wall and slid to the floor. “No…don’t do this, I don’t want this…”


“Let it take over your mind, (Y/N).”


The next few moments were unfocused and hazy. You felt your head start pounding and your eyes clenched shut in pain. You thought of the rebellion. You thought of your childhood and your training to become a Jedi Knight. Was it all in vain? Had you failed Obi-Wan?


But then something else crossed your mind. ‘I’m just trying to lessen those odds.’


Cassian.


What would happen to Cassian? You couldn’t just leave him. He was your best friend, he always had been, and he was maybe becoming something more.


‘You get yourself into too much trouble…’


You could have laughed at the irony.


Then it was like something snapped. You blinked your eyes a few times as if you were coming out of a trance before standing up and looking straight into the Sith Lord’s eyes. Your saber ignited and you took a step forward with a look of triumph on your face.


“I will never join you.”


Cassian watched in awe as you stood up to one of the darkest Sith in the galaxy. You looked so powerful, and it appeared as if you maybe had a fighting chance against Darth Vader, but Cassian knew he had to get you out of there.

“Captain.”

He took hold of his radio and brought it to his mouth. “Kaytoo.”

“I just thought you would like to know that they have officially ordered a base wide evacuation to a rendezvous point in the Yavin system.”

‘Perfect.’

“Good, Kaytoo. Get a ship and track our location. I have to get (Y/N).”

“Yes, Captain.”

Cassian looked back at you, looking and waiting for the right move.


You were growing tired. You knew you wouldn’t last much longer and that you had to get out of there.

“You don’t have a chance.”

You stood in a guarded stance, saber protecting your body from harm and your mind connecting to the light side of the force. You saw a flash of movement from behind Vader and looked to the wall.

It was Cassian.

You looked back to Vader and smirked. “Don’t I?” You took a step back and swung their lightsaber at Vader’s head, making him duck, before you twirled around and ended up behind him, your saber hitting his cape. “I think I do.”

“(Y/N)! Come on!”

You turned and ran towards Cassian who took your hand.

“Do you trust me?”

You looked at him. “Always.”

And before you knew it, you were jumping through the glass window of the research center, falling through the air, and landing on the ramp of a ship before flying off into space.


Cassian made sure they were well out of harms way and on course to the rendezvous point before he turned and saw you sitting on the floor of the ship against the side. He gestured for Kaytoo to take control as he made his way over to you and sat down. He looked at you closely and saw that you were shaking. “What happened back there?”


You just stared at the ship door across from the two of you. “It almost got bad.”

“What do you mean ‘almost’?” Cassian asked. “It already looked pretty bad to me.”

You just closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths. “They were trying to get me to join them, Cass,” you started, still shaking, “and for a second I thought they were going to succeed. I felt so helpless. I was sitting there on the floor, hearing their voices in my head telling me how great I could be. From the moment I entered that building I was at risk. I tried shutting my mind out but nothing was working and it was like…” you trailed off.

“Like what?” Cassian asked.

You looked at him. “It was like I wasn’t a Jedi anymore.”

Cassian put his arm around your shaking form. “But you are, and you’re a great one.”

In that moment, you remembered what brought you back.

“It was you.”

The captain looked at you curiously. “What do you mean?”

You looked up at him. “Cassian, you’ve always been my best friend. You’ve always been there for me, even when you aren’t physically there, and that’s what happened today.” You took his hand and he saw that you had stopped shaking. “When I was sitting there, with the voices in my head, I thought of you. How you always protect me when we fight, and how I couldn’t leave you by yourself.”

Cassian looked amazed. “It was me.”

You smiled. “It’s always been you.”

It was like there was a pull between the two of you, a connection that not even the force could break.

Your eyes were locked, your breathing was even, and you leaned towards one another, your lips touching in a sweet kiss.


Kaytoo turned and looked for his captain, seeing him in an embrace with (Y/N).

“Captain, we’re coming into the Yavin IV atmosphere.”

There was a deep groan followed by a giggle.

“Thanks, Kaytoo.”

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Originally posted by spacealaddin

Not a runner? Good, me neither. Tips on Starting:

I was a scrawny kid with undiagnosed asthma. Running was torture for me…but recently I’ve been persuaded otherwise. Think running is not for you? Think again.

Tips on Starting:

1)     THIS IS THE MOST IMPORTANT. RUN SLOW. START EASY. SET GOALS.

Goal setting is tricky but essential. Make your goals too easy, and you never make progress. But the opposite problem has brought so downfalls for many others: They make their goals too hard, too painful and impossible. That’s the best way to discourage yourself. You’ll either think that you can’t do this, you’re bad at this, or do it but have it be so painful you’ll have trouble motivating yourself again.

I started with running ½ a mile in 15 minutes. I went up from there. The goal is to finish each session with a sense of accomplishment.

If you are breathing unevenly and painfully, if your heart is pounding wildly, you are going too fast. The goal is to breath evenly, although quicker than normally.

2)     Get good music.

It keeps your brain less whiney. I like to run to epic movie soundtrack music because it sounds like I’m off to fight a battle against the dark forces.

3)     Track your progress! Be prepared.

I recommend RunKeeper. I’ve been using it for a while and it’s a good, solid app.  Use SUNSCREEN. Drink water before and after (although not too fast or you will puke). Eat a little beforehand (not too much or you’ll get appendicitis or cramps). My roommate swears that drinking a bit of caffeine beforehand works wonders (I hate caffeine so I don’t do that.)

4)     Make it interesting.

Sometimes I run to the nearest convenience store. Sometime I run to the park, borrow the monkey bars for some core exercises, and then come back. Sometimes I run through a nearby forest hiking trail (See picture above). These last couple days I make two miles just hitting up various pokestops. Mix it up. Explore somewhere new!

5)     If you are having difficulty, start with intervals.

If you have trouble running continuous (or just having a bad running day), intervals are GREAT for you. Run. Then walk a bit. Then run some more. Then walk. But make it measure – (say, 3 minutes running, 2 minutes walking – or run until you find a pokemon, stop for a break and catch, then run until the next).  

Awesome things about running:
-That post workout endorphin boost is real.

I get sad when the sun goes down. This is just a truth about me – I get melancholic and pensive during the night. Since I’ve started running when I get home from work (around 6 pm) and I can definitely feel the mood enhancer. I also sleep better.

-Mental discipline

Even more than training your body, running imposes a mental discipline. It forces you to shut the voice in your head that’s protesting discomfort and makes you go do something for yourself. It forces you to get off the couch everyday, even if you don’t want to. It’s also good practice in goal setting and execution (more on this below).

-It’s a self-validating, selfish act.

For me, it’s great me time. Running is something that you do for you only. You are working for something that YOU want. You feel good about yourself afterwards. That, by itself, is empowering.

-No time?

A mile run takes 15 minutes tops. Seriously, it doesn’t take that much time.


And just remember. You can do this. It will be hard but that will make it all the more rewarding!

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N E V E R L A N D   S H A D O W S

“Of all delectable islands the Neverland is the snuggest and most compact, not large and sprawly, you know, with tedious distances between one adventure and another, but nicely crammed. When you play at it by day with the chairs and table-cloth, it is not in the least alarming, but in the two minutes before you go to sleep it becomes very real. That is why there are night-lights.”

But even night lights cast shadows.

Neverland is an island born of dreams, and yet people often forget that it is the stuff of nightmares as well. With the era of the Darlings passed by, Peter had to collect a brand new crew of Lost Boys to help him fight the new and dark forces that lurk in the shadows of the island.

PLOT || RULES || THE ISLAND || CHARACTERS || AUDITION