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anonymous asked:

Would you rather do nothing and become filthy rich in a day, or work tirelessly for years and never get paid?

Situation A
(E₁) Effort = 0
(Δp₁) Profit = 100

Situation B
(E₂) Effort = 100
(Δp₂) Profit = 0

Where values for E and Δp are treated as percentages for the sake of this argument and their limits are:
0 ≤ E ≤ 100
0 ≤ Δp ≤ 100

If we use the equation for Work (W = FΔd) as a base to infer our own equivalent bullshit quantities and derive a new comparable equation, we can then use it to solve for Satisfaction.

Work (W) ≈ Satisfaction (S)
Work = The measure of energy that occurs when an object is moved over a distance by a force
Satisfaction = The appreciation of earning something that occurs when a person achieves a profit through an effort

Force (F) ≈ Effort (E)
Force = Energy as an attribute of movement
Effort = Earning as an attribute of achievement

Displacement (Δd) ≈ Profit (Δp)
Displacement = The difference between the final and initial position
Profit = The difference between the final and initial wealth

(W = FΔd) (S = EΔp)
“Work is equal to force times displacement” is approximately equal to “Satisfaction is equal to effort times profit”

Where the limits for S are:
0 ≤ S ≤ 100²

According to this Satisfaction equation: in a worst case scenario low effort and low profit will yield the lowest satisfaction value, greater than or equal to 0; whereas in a best case scenario high effort and high profit will result in the highest magnitude of satisfaction, less than or equal to 10000. Interestingly, when both variables are made inversely proportional to one another the highest satisfaction value that can be reached is only when effort and profit are equal, E = 50 and Δp = 50, and is ¼th the maximum possible satisfaction value attainable in the best case scenario. However, in our particular case, both situations will result in 0 satisfaction since multiplying anything by 0 will always yield 0 product:

Situation A
S₁ = E₁Δp₁ → 0 = (0)(100)

Situation B
S₂ = E₂Δp₂ → 0 = (100)(0)

In conclusion:
You can’t appreciate a reward without earning it through work and you can’t appreciate work done without earning any reward for doing it, therefore:

Situation A = Situation B

Concerning Getaway

Getaway. I’ve hated him since long before Dying of the Light. Even before The Broken Triangle. But we’re not going to talk about him in those today. We’re going to talk about what we found out about him in Lost Light #10.

Let’s start with the obvious stuff: the lies and the manipulation. I mean, let’s be honest, he’s been an expert at this since he joined the ship. But here, he’s in rare form.

Look at how artfully he dodges any question concerning anything that’s obviously wrong or out of place with the ship. Is it just me, or has he gotten BETTER at this? That is an extremely disturbing thought.

As a side note, A+ to Atomizer for keeping up so effectively with him. He gets a Getaway Star.

Then comes the point where he can’t avoid it anymore, and he lies so casually you almost want to believe him:

The lie he (and the rest of the crew) tells is so ridiculous, so OBVIOUSLY out of character for the people he’s telling it about, that it’s no wonder that First Aid is already getting super suspicious. I’m more concerned with the fact that despite his efforts he doesn’t look upset AT ALL about any of it. Not a shred of guilt to be found.

At first I thought maybe it’s because he’s convinced they’re safe, so there’s nothing to be concerned about. And then this happens:

Riptide has no reason to know about the DJD having been involved. Unless it was actually part of the plan.

I was among the people who thought the Galactic Council was the only ones Getaway dealt with. But the only way Riptide could have ever known about them having shown up on Necroworld was if it had been part of Getaway’s plan. Meaning despite what we thought all this time, Getaway really WAS responsible for the DJD’s involvement.

And even if we may think that it’s just a big misunderstanding, two new developments pop up.

What he did with Thunderclash for one. This one I suppose can be at least a little forgiven. Better Thunderclash be stuck in a Memory Loop than dead, right? Not as bad of mind-fuckery as some of the others in this series have suffered.

AND THEN THIS HAPPENS:

WHAT. THE ACTUAL. FUCK. GETAWAY?!

I don’t see how this can possibly be rationalized in a way that will make Getaway sympathetic. At all. He hid it away in Swerve’s bar, presumably from the rest of the crew. We know several people are missing other than Rodimus’s team, so this is presumably the others that are missing. Until we know what’s going on, though, it’s impossible to know what’s up with this exactly. All I know is it’s sick and wrong.

So, let’s recap. He’s lying, manipulating, usurped the last person in charge so he could lead, turned a crew of loyal Autobots into liars as well, hiding what can be assumed to be horrific experiments, and he used the DJD as AT LEAST the executioners for Megatron. So… anyone else see a bit of a parallel of him becoming the person he rationalized doing all of this to get rid of specifically? Hint: I’ve already mentioned the person’s name once in this paragraph.

On one hand, I’m glad this finally proved something I’ve said before. That Getaway doing all this had nothing to do with Megatron. It was proven by Atomizer presenting Rodimus with the “list of people who voted him off” (which we know was bull) BEFORE Megatron was announced to become a member of the crew. Getaway has always had plans to usurp Rodimus and take over. He’s not a noble mech who did the wrong things for the right reasons. He’s an awful person who just wants to prove he’s better than Rodimus.

On the other, I kind of wanted him to be a more morally grey villain. Someone who DID do the wrong thing for the right reason. It would have made him an interesting and dynamic villain for this series. But, alas, it seems he’s leaning more towards the mustache-twirling variety.

In conclusion, let’s watch Mirage hit him with a glass to the face again, because this lying asshat deserves it:

Trick ‘r Treat

Request- Yes
   “can i request a mix of 26 & 23 with a fem!reader x montgomery, please & thank youuuuu!! xx
Prompt #23 & #26: rASPY MORNING VOICE THAT TURNS THE READER ON INTENSELY
*reader and character are watching a scary movie and reader gets scared* “aw, is little Y/N scared?” “no, i’m not. but come here and hold me.”

Pairing(s): Montgomery x Fem!Reader

Warning(s): sMUT


“Come on, princess! Just one scary movie!” “How about we rock, paper, scissor it?” He nodded and stuck his fist out.

“Rock! Paper! Scissors!”

You opened your eyes and noticed you had lost,”Yes! We’re so watching Trick ‘r Treat!” You groaned,”Well would you look at that! Its time for my curfew! Well see you Monty!” 

“But you’re already home? This is your house right?” You grumbled,”Right.” He pulled you into his embrace, giving you a peck on your temple. 

”Come on princess, it’ll be fine! Your big, strong boyfriend is here to protect you from all the monsters!” You rolled your eyes and you slumped back onto the bed,”Lets just get this over with.” He chuckled and gave you a peck on the nose.


“Jesus christ!” 

Montgomery laughed at your reaction,”Aw is little (Y/N) scared?” You scoffed,”No, I’m not. But come here and hold me.” He let out a laugh before opening his arms, welcoming you into his embrace.

“Ok, scaredy cat.”

“I’m not scare-holy shit!”


You jolted awake, breathing heavily. A cold sweat swept over your body, causing you to look around the dark room. You reached for your phone, checking the time.

4:20 a.m.

You sighed,”Princess?” You jumped at the sudden voice,”Monty?” He shifted to face you,”Whats wrong.” “I-I had a nightmare,” you said quietly. 

“Come here.” 

You shifted your body down into his warm embrace. His raspy voice filled your ears with sweet nothings. This didn’t stop you for getting arouse at his deep voice. A pool formed between your legs, causing you to rub your thighs to create some friction. Catching on of your actions and flustered face, he smirked. 

“What’s this? Is my princess horny?”

You bit your lip as his hand slid down your undergarment,”I know how to help you forget about your nightmare.” You let out a small moan as his lips attached to your sweet spot, your nightmare no where in your mind.

-Admin Luna ☾

fangirlnazia  asked:

Hey I just finished reading carry on and this is the best thing that ever happened to me beside my bf xD. I did see something like RR said that she wants to write a sequel for Carry On. But is there any official news or something? And what's your personal opinion about this? I'm desperate ;-;

Oh yay! I’m glad you liked it :D

Rainbow has mentioned before that out of all her books Carry On is the one she’d most likely write a sequel to. We do know she’s currently working on a new novel right now but we don’t know much about it, only that it at least in part takes place in Summer (she tweeted about this but I can’t find it sorry!). I would love for Rainbow to write a sequel as there are plenty of loose ends and directions she could take this. Personally though I think a lot of this hinges on how well Carry On has done it terms of sales (I have no idea how to look this up) and that if people really want a sequel the best way to get it is to tell everyone about this book!

4

Jokes aside, this scene breaks my heart, because the way Keith looks at Shiro like, Shiro those are some poor words, I get you were afraid!  But telling Keith that broke him a bit. You can see clearly he is trying not to let it show in the first screenshot because he already lost you once Shiro…

He is trying to reassure him, I’m RIGHT here, don’t talk like that, you are going to make it. But Keith has never been good with words, he is better with action.

anonymous asked:

Hey! Can I request number 12?

Sure. I’m assuming you’re referring to the most recent prompt list I reblogged, so here you go

12. Take my jacket, it’s cold outside


“What’s a pretty young thing like you doing in a place like this?”

“I work here,” Ciel deadpanned. The dilute sound of glasses clinking together was lost to the scratchy sound system playing some unwholly twangy country song over the muted TVs. Balancing the tray carefully on his hip, Ciel collected the empty pitchers and the bottles from the table as the gruff figure loomed behind him.

“Well when do you get off? Why don’t you let me buy you a drink?”

“I don’t drink,” Ciel scoffed, “at least not in some cheap hole in the wall like this place.” The bar wasn’t even that bad, but it was his father’s establishment, and Ciel enjoyed dragging him any chance he got, even if Vincent wasn’t around to hear it.

“I’ll take you someplace nice.”

“Look, I’m not going anywhere with you. Tonight or ever. So piss off.” Ciel sighed and quickly turned back to the bar before the man could say anything else. This had been happening more and more recently; older men who had probably never had a gay experience in their life outside of a college frat house in the late 80’s were all of a sudden hitting on Ciel, wanting to buy him drinks or take him out back and show him a good time. Fucking losers.

Ciel sighed again and unloaded the empty bottles into the recycling and dumped the pitchers in the sink in back.

“Sebastian,” Ciel poked his head out through the swinging door to the kitchen. The lean dark-haired bartender looked up from the limes he had been slicing, pushing a lock of hair behind his ear with the heel of his palm.

“What’s up?”

“I’m going out for a cigarette. Will you and Bard be okay for a minute?”

“Yeah, we should be.” Sebastian glanced around the bar. “We seem to be slowing down some.”

“Okay, cool,” Ciel said, zipping up his hoodie, “just call me if you need a hand.”

“Wait,” Sebastian set down his knife and turned to look at Ciel.

“What?”

“Don’t you have a coat?”

“Oh, nah. I’ll be fine in this,” Ciel explained, scooping his lighter and pack of Camels up from the shelf under the bar where everyone laid their keys and phones and other odds and ends.

“Take my jacket, it’s cold outside,” Sebastian offered. “It’s on the hook in the back.”

Ciel hesitated for a moment. “Okay,” he said, “thanks.”

He nearly drowned in the long sleeves and high collar of Sebastian’s fancy pea coat, but it kept him exceptionally warm as he huddled against the back of the bar and smoked his cigarette. When he tucked his face down into the collar to avoid a frigid breeze, he could smell Sebastian in it. His cologne, his shampoo, whatever it was was warm and inviting, comforting. Ciel didn’t really know Sebastian all that well; he had only been working at the bar for a couple weeks and had barely exchanged any words with him outside of drink orders and good nights. He felt bad that this expensive coat was going to reek of tobacco and smoke upon its return.

Little did he know that Sebastian welcomed it, anticipated any hint of Ciel that would be left in his jacket. He had been desperate for an excuse to talk to him, to broker some interaction with the young man, but his boss had almost strictly forbade it.

“He’s a Phantomhive,” Grell had explained, tossing her bright red hair this way and that. “You fuck him, his dad fires both of us, and we’ll be lucky to end up working the drive-thru at Burger King afterwards.”

So Sebastian had kept his distance, despite his desires. The boy was so cute as we wove between tables, precariously balancing full glasses and pitchers on his tray, narrowly avoiding collisions with out pushed chairs and groping hands. He was even cuter when he snapped, demeanor cold and harsh as he bitched out a patron that had been too handsy or some privileged soccer mom complaining about sticky coasters and overzealous sports fan shouting at the TVs.

“It’s a fucking sports bar,” he sneered. “In a college town. What did you expect? If you can’t handle rubbing elbows with average blue-collar people then get the hell out.” Sebastian had to hide his smile behind his water glass as the woman stared in disbelief for several moments before shutting up and sipping her drink, abashed at being called out by such a pretty young thing in a place like this.

When Ciel came back in to the bar from outside, the tip of his nose and his fingers slightly pinker than the rest of him, Sebastian decided that he would hold back no longer. Fuck Vincent Phantomhive. He had no control over his son’s life, nor Sebastian’s. Maybe Ciel would turn him down, refuse to have a drink with him and instead tell his father to fire him, but it was worth the risk. Sebastian would never know what could have been unless he asked.

This is really well written but I’m also super confused about why she a) joined the race bc her brother is fucking off (for no reason. Does that ever get explained or is he the world’s biggest asshole??) and then b) staying in the race as if that will actually get her money or not get her killed, like what? I’m lost. Why doesn’t she just Do The Thing and find some guy to marry that is seriously her best option here. Or die, whatever

I read Lost Light 10 and my enthusiasm for this series, which had been flagging significantly, is rejuvenated at full force. The last really strong reaction I had to Lost Light was issue 6, when I cried upon seeing Damus alive in the Functionist Universe, but this was for sure not the intended reaction to the story lmao. But I was overall not super into the Functionist art or the wacky capers on that planet in the last arc. NOW WE GET THE GOOD STUFF (under a cut because spoilers)

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

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You planned this

Warning: Swearing ( ya know Richie )



Mini Fic: Bill x Y/N

Y/N’s Prov:

“What the fuck”!

“Oh hell no, give me that back”!

“Oh fuck you”!

I hated coming to the arcade with my brother, Richie. All he ever did was play the same damn game, Street fighter. But at least we were not alone. Bill was here too.

“Yuh-Y/N, wuh-want a drink?

I looked behind me at Bill and nodded. I had asked him politely to get me a coke. Once he walked away, I returned to watching my brother get his ass beat.

“ You know he likes you right”?

I snapped my head up and looked at my brother like he had lost his head.

“What the hell are you talking about”?

“ It is so obvious that Bill has a crush on you, Y/N”!

I was shocked. He might be messing with me. I know he is the only one to know about my crush on bill, but this would not be funny to joke about.

“Richie are you fucking with me? Cause that would be so fucked up! You know how much I like Bill”!

Before Richie or I could get out a reply, I heard a voice behind me.

“ I like yuh-you too”.

myheatoppressedbrain  asked:

my gal, any top tips for homesickness while living abroad?

Skype call home if/when you need to. E-mail on nights when it’s too late back home to call!

Find really pretty/cool/different locations around your town and take pictures of them on your phone. I’m so sad I lost like 99% of all my pictures from Fukuyama but they’re things you can post up and show people!

If you have one, get on your bike and explore your neighbourhood/city. I didn’t find out until my third year that I had a post office 200m behind my apartment building and boy howdy was I mad.

Find your local import foods store. Laugh at how much staples from back home cost here, then buy them! If you’re in japan then the chain is “Jupiter” and they sell a lot of cool brands of cheap foods you’ll doubtless find something from your childhood.

Make “Wednesday night meals”, aka: the stuff your parents used to throw on the plate mid-week that took minimal effort and which you, as a child, hated. The first time I had roast chicken and potatoes in a restaurant in Fukuyama I cried and got to tell my mom about how much I missed her chicken on our next Skype call. I didn’t have an oven to make it myself.

whenever I felt homesick I made myself a big giant pot of Fhoul and ate tahini straight out of the jar my dad sent me. Considering tahini was not imported and it weighs so much, I basically licked gold off a spoon.

Remember how I said I was working on an animation but lost all my progress (if you read the description of day 16 that is)? Welp, here’s a retry and I am super happy with it! OvO

The only way for me to upload this in full quality is to save it as a movie and I don’t think that’s a great idea - least for the time being. I plan to do longer animations once I get my program updated - I just hope my PC doesn’t crash too much like the first time. =H=

Anyways, hope you all like this extra amidst the goretober stuff! ^v^

Aero belongs to me just the same as the rest of my characters. Do not copy them nor use them without my permission.

Katara: It’s not magic. It’s waterbending, and it’s-
Sokka: Yeah, yeah, an ancient art unique to our culture, blah blah blah. Look, I’m just saying that if I had weird powers, I’d keep my weirdness to myself. 

So I wanted to talk a little about Katara, because I think we often focus on her grief for her mother, and forget her relationship to her culture, and her experience of the Southern Water Tribe genocide (unlike the Air Nomads genocide, which was for the greater part over after four big terrifyingly effective simultaneous strikes, this one took place over a long length of time - more than 40 years? 50? - and it wasn’t total, but it definitely was one. genocide = the deliberate and systematic extermination of a national, racial, political, or cultural group, fwiw)

(Kanna’s village - before and after)

All of the Southern water benders were exterminated or taken away to rot in prison (where they all died eventually except for Hama). Katara was born the only bender left in the whole South Pole. Then when she was eight years old, she survived a raid that was meant to kill her, but took her mother instead (she probably was too young to realize that, to her it must have been a question mark up until she met Yon Rha - gratuitous cruelty? Why her mother in particular? They took nothing else!).

So Katara from a young age had a double burden to bear: that of her mother, and the legacy of her bending (and she was shown as painfully aware of her situation and what it meant on both front). But here’s the thing: Katara could be a mother, she was naturally good at it, and her grandmother could teach her what she didn’t already knew. Her family and tribe demanded that of her, they needed her to be that for them (especially after her father and the rest of the men basically abandoned them). However, there was no one left to teach her how to waterbend - she had almost no hope of ever becoming a master without formal training, her brother thought it was silly and weird and let her know, her grandmother thought it was a waste of time. But she kept practicing, because she knew how important it was, to her and to her tribe, that she kept trying (as the only one left who could).

(…an ancient art unique to our culture, blah blah blah…)

(Of course she would obsess over that waterbending scroll)

When she gets to the North Pole, she meets Pakku, and with him the opportunity of finally becoming a true master. But because she is a girl, he judges her unworthy. He judges her, the only remaining southern waterbender, unworthy of carrying on their culture. The Fire Nation didn’t care about the gender of their prisoners, men and women - they all fought side by side for their freedom in the South, and they were all taken away to the last one, and killed to the last one. In the South, the women had the choice to learn how to fight, or be defenseless. And privileged master Pakku couldn’t possible realize the extend of what he was denying her in that moment.

Katara had to prove herself, she had to earn her right to these teachings. And if she had been less good or less stubborn or not Kanna’s granddaughter - well the North would have refused their sister-tribe the power to use their common cultural heritage to fight back against the nation that destroyed them.

(It’s sexist and terrible.)

Meh, thankfully, she was that good, stubborn, and Kanna’s granddaughter, and she did get to become a master.

Good.

But, of course, her story doesn’t end here, and wrt her culture, the next chapter is a much more traumatizing experience. In the Fire Nation, she meets another master. This time it’s an old woman from the South like her (“You’re a waterbender! I’ve never met another waterbender from our tribe!”), and she is, ah, more than willing to help her.

Look how happy Katara looks at the idea to learn from her in particular:

Katara: I can’t tell you what it means to meet you. It’s an honor! You’re a hero.
Hama: I never thought I’d meet another southern waterbender. I‘d like to teach you what I know so that you can carry on the southern tradition when I’m gone.
Katara: Yes! Yes, of course! To learn about my heritage… it would mean everything to me.

But when Hama starts her lesson, the techniques she teaches have been obviously developed with one goal in mind: survival in enemy territory. They can’t possibly have been invented in the South Pole, where water is abundant everywhere. They are deadly and cruel, and the damage they do to the environment leaves Katara sad and uncomfortable, but Hama waves that off as unimportant. It doesn’t matter, she doesn’t have the time to worry about flowers or beauty or nature. To her that peace and beauty is probably just an illusion anyway, a lie: years after her escape she is still living the war, and war is ugly and rotten and messy (her world is ugly and rotten and messy - this is her comfort zone).

The last technique she teaches Katara is bloodbending. She forces Katara to learn something she finds disgusting, repulsive (just like Hama was forced to learn?) by torturing her (Hama was tortured), by overpowering her, invading her, making her lose control over her own body, bending her blood (Hama herself is clinging to the last remain of control she managed to get back after rotting in prison for years), and finally by threatening to have the two people she cares most about in the world kill each other right under her eyes (Hama lost everyone too, she had to say goodbye).

(Katara: But, to reach inside someone and control them? I don’t know if I want that kind of power.
Hama: The choice is not yours. The power exists…and it’s your duty to use the gifts you’ve been given to win this war. Katara, they tried to wipe us out, our entire culture… your mother!
Katara: I know.
Hama: Then you should understand what I’m talking about. We’re the last Waterbenders of the Southern Tribe. We have to fight these people whenever we can. Wherever they are, with any means necessary!
Katara: It’s you. You’re the one who’s making people disappear during the full moons.
Hama: They threw me in prison to rot, along with my brothers and sisters. They deserve the same. You must carry on my work.)

And this, this, is the only truly southern waterbending Katara is ever going to learn. This is her tribe’s bending heritage, what’s left of it: blood, grief, suffering, hatred, loss of control over both your body and mind (because it’s terrible, but I think that’s what’s implied by the show: bloodbending makes you lose your mind. Hama’s only mean of regaining physical freedom ended up trapping her in another nightmare). Hama gifts her with a power she despises (but will use anyway in her darkest hour when she loses control) and a philosophy of violence and revenge.

Katara chose peace and forgiveness. As an adult, she will have bloodbending outlawed, she will become the greatest healer in the world, and she’ll teach her daughter, the next avatar, probably many others. These choices matter, and we should talk about them with that background in mind. Katara redefined her heritage - or rather she created a new one for herself: she refused the condition that was forced upon her (bloodbender) and ensured nobody could legally do to someone else what Hama did to her (and it’s implied this law is valid anywhere in the world). She transmitted Pakku’s warrior teachings, the ones she fought for, to the next generations (and did a great job of it!), but she also taught them how to heal, refusing to separate the arts as in Northern Water Tribe tradition - and healing was something she discovered by herself, that she felt was always a part of her. At that, she became the universally acknowledged best. Her legacy, despite everything that happened to her, will never be one of violence.

tl;dr: Katara is one of the strongest fictional characters ever created bye

anonymous asked:

In light of the awesome resurgence of Antisepticeye, I present: Virus! Phan and Antisepticeye crossover where Phil's virus cross paths Anti in the glitch world. yay or nay? xD

“We are not so different, you and I..” - Antisepticeye

Exploring in Colorado

(With reference to this post here)

Required supplies:

  • Water
  • more than that.
  • I’m not kidding people die of dehydration more than anything else I’m talking 2 liters minimum.
  • snacks
  • first-aid and survival kit including after-bite, splint supplies and emergency signalling devices, and a thermal blanket.  I am absolutely not kidding people get lost a mile from the road and die of exposure.
  • Map, your phone won’t work more than a mile from city limits.
  • change of socks.
  • something iron.
  • an offering or three.  you might not need any, you might need all of them.

Etiquette:

  • Always close any gate you open. Even if the fence around it is gone.  Both from a spiritual perspective and becuase there’s a nonzero chance the farm isn’t abandoned and the livestock is lurking in the scrub.
  • Cattle will stare at you.  As long as they’re on the other side of the fence or river or ditch it’s fine.  If there’s no barrier you need to leave.  Range cattle fight coyotes and cougar and the worst of winter and don’t give a single fuck about you.
  • That’s not lore Range Cattle will fucking kill you.
  • Never approach any horse, but especially the ones without humans.  They’re either fae or feral and the odds of them eating your hands are about the same.
  • Drink your water.
  • There are Others in Colorado, but the relationship is not nearly so adversarial out here.  They’re like your neighbors but only sometimes corporeal.  Mind your manners and obey any posted signage and you’ll be fine.
  • posted signage includes trees fallen across paths or washed-out sections of trail (trail closed), bits of dead animal on stumps or fence posts (occupied, fuck off) and the smell of urine (Mountain lion or bear turn right the fuck around)
  • Don’t eat anything you find there unless you brought a permit for it with you.  Anyone who says you can forage on public land is a liar and going to get their ass poisoned or cursed.
  • If you did bring a permit, leave an offering anyway.  The Law of Man is not the same as The Law of Mountains and you need to pay taxes in both.
  • Salute magpies, and any bird larger than them.
  • Everyone going uphill yields going to everyone going downhill, regardless of whether or not they’re human or real.
  • If you’re over 7000 feet and you seem to have picked up another member to your party, it’s just the mountain wondering what’s happening.  It’s like bird watching for them.  Be polite, pick up your trash and call the mountain whatever name it gives you.
  • Drink your fucking water.
  • If you feel like you’re being followed, especially at dusk, you absolutely turn around and tell whatever’s behind you you know they’re there.  This is becuase it’s almost certainly coyotes and they need to be told to fuck off.  If you can see what’s following you, face it and walk calmly backwards towards civilization until it goes away or you’re back in your car.  If you can’t see what it is, tell it you’re headed home now, then you can turn back around and proceed calmly back from whence you came.
  • Do not, under any circumstances, run.
  • things that run are meant to be chased and everything up here is faster than you are.
  • also you’ll fall off a fucking cliff.
  • If you get back to the car or edge of the wild space and still feel like you’re being followed, check your shoes, pockets and any baggage for extras and leave them.  If you’re STILL being followed, they’re being rude and you’re allowed to chuck a rock at them.
  • I’m not kidding about the water.
  • Don’t go into any “abandoned” buildings because 1. there’s a nonzero chance the building isn’t actually abandoned and then you have to explain to the rancher what the fuck you’re doing on their land 2. if it is abandoned it’s probably structurally unstable 3. the only things inside are rattlesnakes and tetanus.
  • Exception to above: if you hear thunder, you’re close enough to be struck. you can step inside then, but do not touch anything, especially the building it’self.
  • You are encouraged to walk out to abandoned tractors and plowshares and touch them.  Don’t move them but stop to say hi and have some water.
  • If you find human remains, don’t panic.  If they’re out there, they wanted to be found.  Write down (you won’t be able to remember later, trust me) where you found them and inform the park service/police as soon as possible.
  • Drink your water.

(Tip Jar)

Official subtitles of Dean’s prayer:

Okay, Chuck… or god, or whatever. I need your help. See, you– you left us. You LEFT us. You went off. You said… You said the earth would be fine because it had me… and Sam, but it’s NOT, and we’re NOT. 

We’ve lost everything (voice breaks). And now you’re gonna bring him back. Okay? You’re gonna bring back Cas, you’re gonna bring back Mom, you’re gonna bring ‘em all back. All of ‘em. Even Crowley.

’Cause after everything that you’ve done, you OWE us, you son of a bitch. So you get your ass down here and you make this right, right here and right now.

[Dean proceeds to destroy an innocent sign]

Please. Please help us.