How to be a responsible adult: Maintain at least 1 (one) RL friend that you can call while drunk at 7:30AM to take you to the store so you can buy smoked salmon.
How NOT to be a responsible adult: Buy 2 (two) packages of smoked salmon because they were cheaper than you thought. Then, when sitting alone in your apartment, you can share a whole 1 (one) package between yourself and your dog (the dog barely counts, but she did get like… probably a few pieces. maybe).
Valaken-Cilerus, one of the many gods in my OCverse, was one of few to give up his godhood in exchange for a physical body with which to roam among humanity. He made this decision out of curiosity and intrigue, deciding that life watching only passively was not one that he wanted to participate in. When he took physical form he made his home in Shaga’Roth, the northern mountain kingdom. He is usually travelling since observance is why he stopped being a god in the first place. He will typically stay in Shaga’Roth but enjoys the weather in Port Caell, the western coast kingdom as well.
Gods who give up their omniscience and ability to use most of their powers cannot ascend to godhood ever again once this decision is made. However they remain immortal and must continue to manage their godly responsibilities.
In this case Valaken is the god of death and acts as a source for necromancy. He can no longer practice this magic but instead can give the powers to those who he deems fit to have it. Once a god transfers their magic to another they become partially responsible for assisting with the God’s responsibilities. He has given his powers to very few people in his centuries walking among the living. Nobody is really sure how he decides who to give this power to and many people have tried in the past.
Valaken doesn’t form close bonds with people in a traditional sense. He seems cold to many but is honestly a nice guy. Though he can be a bit strange occasionally, this is largely due to his time spent as a God, especially one of death. Understandably when you manage death you tend to never get too close to living things on an emotional level. Because of this he may show his appreciation or happiness in strange ways. Needless to say he has no expression of interest in love or sexuality either.
As conflicts arise, Valaken is rumored to be seen by the sidelines of major battles. He believes that the most true showing of a beings soul is when they are engaged in war.
Just a quick Olicity dialogue drabble. Post season 4, pre Olicity getting back together.
“All right, I just have a few things to finish up here and then I’ll meet you at the bunker.”
“Sure, don’t forget, you promised Curtis that you’d teach him how to use the salmon ladder.”
“I know, Felicity. I still don’t think this is a good idea. They’re…”
“Yes, Felicity. They aren’t ready.”
“Which is why they need you to teach them, to help them Oliver. They’re inspired by you, by what you’ve done for the city, what you stand for. Besides, I don’t like the idea of you going out there alone every night. They want to help you.”
i love that harry shum jr teaches us little life tips & tricks in his snapchats like today showing us how to wash a car without using a lot of water and yesterday he taught us how to cook salmon like thanks dad!
The Appetizer: Smoked Salmon And Dill Cream Cheese Crostini
Directions: 1) Place the baguette slices on a baking pan and drizzle lightly with olive oil, salt, and pepper.
2) Bake at 400 degrees until lightly toasted, about 10 minutes.
3) Mince the dill and garlic clove. Combine in a bowl with the whipped cream cheese.
4) Slice the – oh, wait. There’s a knock at the door. Stop what you’re doing and look through the peephole. Ugh. Goddamn it. It’s mom. She’s, like, 20 minutes early. You’re still in basketball shorts and a ratty T-shirt. You’ve barely started cooking. She never even calls as a heads up. That’s so … her. Whatever. Open the door. Hug her. It’s her day, after all.
[Today, my drunken feminazi mother shouted to me at the top of her
lungs, “All men are fucking assholes, and your new husband is no
different!” during our wedding reception. All he did was ask her how she
liked the salmon. FML]
I bet she yells at men for holding the door open for her, too! She doesn’t NEED any help with the doors, why do you assume she does? Because she’s a woman?
“No,” they reply. “It’s because your arms are made of straw, on account of the fact that you don’t exist. We created you as our Straw Feminist so we can dismiss real issues of misogyny as extreme overreactions.“
I don’t understand why guys think it’s such a feminine or girly thing to describe color in detail. Like, it’s not that hard to say sky blue, ochre, pea green, or salmon. How boring do you have to be to limit yourself like, “Oh my god, why do you keep calling it lavender? It’s just purple lol girls am I right?” Like, chill bruh, it’s not my fault you think colors, a construct of our eye genetics and literally just light bouncing off things, are going to threaten your manliness.