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Café Cram

H2OVanoss Coffee Shop AU because there will never be enough of them. Enjoy!


There were two times that the palpable excitement filled the air of the small campus; the day the college students moved in, and the day they left. It was the blissful moments before the stress of classes began, or the relief that the weight of thesi, assignments, and projects had been lifted off of their shoulders.

Evan Fong had just moved into an apartment right off of campus with his two best friends. It was his senior year, the last year before he received his degree and was sent off without a paddle into the real world. And while it was a terrifying thought, Evan couldn’t wait to really start his life.

His roommate, Tyler, was waiting for him outside of the only café on campus. Café Cram, affectionately known as The Cram, was notorious for their late hours and strong coffee. Students flocked to the small shop for an early morning pick up, or a late night caffeine rush before one of many all nighters they would pull that semester. Evan was a frequent customer, his caffeine addiction solely credited as the only thing that had gotten him through the past three years.

Tyler greeted him warmly, pulling him into a hug and patting his back firmly. “Get everything unpacked?”

Evan nodded as he held the door open for his friend. “Mostly. Just have to organize my clothes.” They stood in the already sizable line of students waiting to order. “The rest of my stuff should be here in a few days.”

“I can’t believe we’re graduating this year.” Tyler shook his head solemnly. “We’re gonna have to get big boy jobs.”

“Lucky for the both of you, I have a big boy job.” A bespectacled man rushed past them, delivering coffee to the tables around the room. When he came back their way, he kissed Tyler and headed back behind the counter.

“Barista is not a big boy job, Craig!” He called after him.

The man glared at his two friends and roommates before returning his attention to the cappuccino he was making.

Behind the register was a new man that Evan had never seen on campus before. The college was small, a private university on the outskirts of Los Angeles with less than two thousand students, so everyone either knew each other, or of each other. He was tall and thin, his face hidden by the brim of his uniform hat as he bowed down over the machine.

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anonymous asked:

Can I request a scenario with RFA + V and Saeran where MC is told that she is being let go from a her job and is upset?

Sure! I’m still trying to get back into things in terms of characterisation but hopefully these are okay!


Yoosung

  • Seeing as he’s still a student, he doesn’t really have much experience with losing jobs
  • So he doesn’t really know what to do to help in that department
  • He focuses on just trying to cheer you up instead
  • He can tell that you’re really upset and he wants to make you feel better
  • LOLOL can wait for another time
  • He tries to cook you some nice food to eat
  • It might not go brilliantly but it’s the thought that counts right?
  • Gets you to watch funny movies with him
  • You’ve helped him a lot of times when he’s been stressed over exams and tests
  • So he wants to do the same for you
  • Offers to go with you as morale support while you find a new job
  • More like he i n s i s t s on going
  • There’s no getting away from him

Jaehee

  • She wants to help in any way that she can
  • Very good at providing comforting words
  • The moment you tell her you’re being let go from your job she’s making you a cup of hot chocolate and is ready to do anything she can to help
  • Supportive girlfriend Jaehee
  • She comforts you at first and tries to get you to feel better
  • Then once you’re feeling less down, she’ll switch to trying to find you somewhere to get a new job
  • She really wants to ask you to work in the cafe with her, but she feels like that would be overstepping her boundaries and keeps quiet about it
  • She does eventually get around to asking however, seeing if you would be interested in helping out, even just as a temporary placement
  • Could you really turn down an offer like that?

Zen

  • Aggressive comfort mode has been activated
  • Literally doesn’t stop hugging you for a full 2 hours after you get home from being told you’ve lost your job
  • Since when did he turn into a koala
  • Refuses to let go until you’re feeling at least a little bit less upset
  • Wants to do everything he can to help you find a new job
  • It’s not exactly his field of experience but he just wants to help
  • Offers to get you a part time job in the theater he works at to pass the time
  • Definitely not just so that he gets to see your face more often
  • He wants to make sure you know that it’s not your fault that you lost your job
  • Will not hesitate to trash talk your old employer
  • “You’re better off somewhere else they didn’t treat you in the way you deserve”
  • Tone down the salt please Zen

Jumin

  • Is he going to try and fix things with money?
  • Yes he’s going to try and fix things with money
  • Immediately offers to try and sue your former employer
  • Jumin no
  • It takes a lot of persuasion to get him to go from Businessman Jumin to Boyfriend Jumin
  • But once he stops trying to throw money in your direction he’s pretty good at dealing with the situation
  • Sits you down and puts Elizabeth on your lap then gives you a motivational talk about how things will turn out okay
  • Makes sure to remind you that he can always get you a place working in C&R if you want
  • Takes you out for a meal to try and take your mind off the situation
  • Makes sure you have access to Elizabeth at all times for comfort purposes

707

  • He has a similar response to Jumin, just with hacking abilities instead of money
  • “Hey MC I’m going to hack into your old employer’s bank account”
  • Seven that is  i l l e g a l
  • Really salty about it
  • He may even be more angry than you and you’re the one who lost the job
  • Takes you out for a car ride to take your mind off it and help you feel less upset
  • The two of you drive off to the most remote place you can find, going as fast as possible so that you can forget about being upset even if just for a little while
  • He reminds you a lot that he loves you no matter what
  • He wants to help you find a new job
  • But he also enjoys being able to spend more time with you when you’re not working
  • He still offers to hack your former employer every so often

V

  • He’s honestly the sweetest
  • He’s so understanding about the situation
  • Doesn’t really know much about helping you find a new job
  • So he sticks solely to comforting
  • Takes you on a peaceful walk to the nearest park to distract you
  • He keeps taking photos of you while you’re walking, insisting that he wants to get as many as possible before his eyesight goes completely
  • Lots of hugs and hand holding to try and make you feel better
  • He waits till you’re not feeling as upset before contacting Jumin and asking him if he can help you find a new place to work
  • “Everything is going to turn out okay, MC”

Saeran

  • He really isn’t the best at picking up when people are upset
  • So when you tell him you lost your job his immediate response is
  • “That’s great, you can spend more time with me now”
  • Someone please save this boy from his lack of social skills
  • He notices pretty fast that what he said probably wasn’t the best response to the situation
  • He walks off and disappears for a bit
  • Then shows up again five minutes later with a tub of ice cream and two spoons
  • He just sort of
  • Wordlessly hands you one of the spoons
  • And pushes the ice cream in your direction
  • The two of you manage to eat the entire tub and fall asleep on the couch with Saeran’s head on your shoulder
  • Saeran denies it ever happened, Seven has photos to prove that it did

anonymous asked:

Do you think Sansa can warg? Bran and Arya undoubtedly can, Robb was rumoured to be able too(wether he used to or not I guess we'll never know), I don't remember Jon being able to although his connection to Ghost seem stronger than a normal pet/owner. Sansa lost Lady really soon but Arya hasn't seen Nymeria for the same amount of time and she still can warg, also I don't think all wargs must have a ln usual pet to warg

I think there’s an important distinction to be made here between two definitions of “can.”

The first is Martin’s words on the subject:

“I don’t know if I want to get into genetics - this is fantasy, not scifi” He replied. “I don’t think this is necessarily a ‘Stark’ ability, though all the children have it to one extent or another. They also realize it to one extent or another. Arya doesn’t realize she has it, she keeps thinking she has these weird dreams, and of course Bran is much further along” (x)

Sansa “can” warg because that’s something that all of the Stark children have.  They have in them a magical capacity to wear the skins of their direwolves and–in Bran’s and Arya’s cases–other animals as well.

The problem for Sansa is that I don’t think she “can” (as in, she has never developed the skill) and therefore likely won’t in text.  Lady’s death has a lot of symbolism around it, but on a basic skill level: the reason that the Starks are able to warg is because of their connections with their wolves, and those wolves are alive.  

  • Jon has wolf dreams (though he doesn’t really understand what they are) starting in ACOK.
  • Bran’s is focusing on developing the skill and he identifies it (with help) as a skill to develop.  He’s also taking his skinchanging one step further in his study of greensight, which is something that only skinchangers can do to.  
    • “Only one man in a thousand is born a skinchanger,” Lord Brynden said one day, after Bran had learned to fly, “and only one skinchanger in a thousand can be a greenseer.” (Bran III, ADWD)
  • Arya is able to skinchange from across the sea in to Nymeria, though she does not know that’s what she’s doing.   Arya’s being able to warg into Nymeria from across the sea I think is a major indicator of her power: that’s a far distance from Braavos, and we even see her skinchange into a cat while blind (though, again, she doesn’t know what she’s doing) which is more than anyone except Bran has done. 
  • You mentioned her not seeing Nymeria for as long as Lady’s been dead–the difference is that Nymeria’s alive and there are instances of Nymeria and her pack being very close at hand to Arya while she’s in the riverlands
  • Nymeria’s being far away is not the same thing as Lady’s being dead–at least as far as the text demonstrates given that Arya has wolf dreams and Sansa does not.   

In all of these cases, there is the implication that the connection to the Starks’ direwolves is what allows it:

All of the Stark kids have certain links to the wolf. I think in Westeros there’s a certain amount of identification of all of these great houses to their sigils, to the animal charges that they bear. The Lannisters are always likening themselves to lions, for example, and their motto “Hear me roar” speaks of a certain way of looking at life. But I think for the Starks it goes a little bit beyond that, especially in this generation, with these direwolves. It’s more than just a handy metaphor with them. (x)

The wolves are the gateway to the magical skill, and Sansa’s wolf died at the end of her first POV chapter in the series.  And while it’s possible for skinchangers to skinchange into other animals and not just wolves (Orell, for example; and Varamyr Six Skins, though he also skinchanged into wolves), I don’t think that Sansa’s basic magical instinct on that front was ever cultivated, or has even prickled across her awareness (or her unawareness) at this point.  

And who knows, maybe that’ll happen in TWOW, but at this point I doubt it.  People have made comments about other animal references when she leaves the Red Keep and what that might mean for her potential to skinchange, but I’m skeptical (if happy to be wrong).

How to be an INTP

Think. All the time. About everything. You see a flower? Consider it, contemplate its existence. Yes, it is beautiful, but why? How is it that a human can perceive beauty in an organism completely unlike itself? Beauty is a multifaceted construct ingrained into our minds by both our society and our primal instincts. Is the flower beautiful because society says so? Or because it fits some ratio (the golden ratio perhaps?) that is wired in our brain. Do other animals have the ability to perceive beauty outside of their species, or is it just humans who can observe the world outside themselves and like or dislike what they see? Surely other animals have this ability, as many birds decorate their nest to please their mate. I wonder, though, if many animals have this ability. Would a dog find more pleasure in a room with decorations than a room with bare walls? Would it care….?……………….

Continue thinking until you have lost sight of the real world and now exist in a plane of reality where truth is entirely subjective and life means nothing. Now is a good time to have an existential crisis or two. Then, return to the real world and pretend to fit in with everybody else, accepting things as they are, because what does it matter?

shrike-alvaron  asked:

(Quick question, so are the humans able to understand what Pokemon say in this blog? Think I remember you doing a comic where they couldn't understand Pokemon before but I think that was before this blog so not canon I suppose)

a bunch of this is just personal headcanon stuff about how pokemon speech works with respect to human english!

in this universe, literally, no, humans can’t understand pokemon - people will still hear pokemon speech as just the species’ name, since most pokemon are just unable to make human noises

pokemon cannot intrinsically understand human speech, but are able to learn to recognize (and write/type) human languages and can use writing as a (relatively slow) way to communicate. being acclimated to city life, the main trio are presumably past this point already.

alternatively, in special instances, especially if the pair have developed a close bond, a person can learn to interpret the “intention” of a pokemon’s speech, who also has to vocalize it in a way to emphasize the intention - it has to be a two-way cooperative thing to work!
this ability is a unique link between a person and each pokemon they come across, and is seldom 100% accurate since a lot is lost in translation… but it can improve with time and practice. i like to think that at best, this process has about the same accuracy as a crude google translate. psychic types usually have an easier time getting their point across, though!

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For those unaware, today marks the end of twenty one pilot’s blurryface era. An era that begun on April 25th 2015 and concluded on the 25th of June 2017. This era is so important to me, firstly because, it introduced me to twenty one pilots. Yes, I’ll be honest, the first I had heard of them mid 2015 when a friend played me stressed out, but then I went home, googled them, dove into blurryface and discovered tear in my heart. That song opened me up to this band. It was so innovated, its lyrics were so kinaesthetic and poetic. Very rarely do I have a song on repeat for months on end, so I knew this would be special. The album stayed on repeat, accompanied by vessel, regional at best, self-titled and no phun intended. I was so infatuated by their sound. I was tapping to migraine on my counter whilst making tea, dancing to not today cleaning my house, falling asleep to forest, driving whilst listening to prove me wrong, writing my poetry and stories to kitchen sink and taxi cab.

On the night of my ers show, my grandma was diagnosed with brain cancer. As my friends were purchasing merch hours before doors open, my mum called me and told me the news. She expressed that my grandpa wanted to know as he felt it would have been unfair for me to have been told after the show. My grandma had been sick for several weeks before hand, and listening to my mum talk, it absolutely shattered me. It was the last news I’d ever expected to hear. I decided not to mention it to my friends, the news had not yet taken away much of my internal excitement, so I intended to keep it that, and wait until tomorrow, and then this happened.

Barricade at emotional roadshow surrounded by some of my closest friends. Being metres away from Tyler and Josh as they drummed and sang songs I’d been humming and dancing to for two years. Most of all being in the pit for trees. Tyler was right underneath me, I felt those drums, I was showered in confetti, and it was one of the most incredible experiences of my life. I hope the pictures below represent what an incredible night it was. I’d never been so filled with joy in a very long time.

After ers, I went under, and can I be honest? I still am. I have been since my grandma lost her ability to speak and move even though she knows exactly who I am. It’s so draining, and I know because I’ve done this before. No one should have to spend an hour getting out of bed this morning, or using the energy you once used to excel just to walk to and from where you need to be and to stay remotely focused in a class or at work. Doing that 12 hours a day, seven days a week. Most people have different experiences with depression, for me? I can’t feel emotion. It’s a misconception everyone overlooks, I cease to feel anything. When I laugh, sit still or even cry, I don’t feel any emotion.

I don’t think I can ever truly depict how terrifying it is to sit in on the foot of your bed crying and not actually feeling any emotion behind it at all. You feel so inhuman, it’s such a guilt struck state of mind, you’re blaming yourself for not adhering to your duty as a human for feeling emotion yet you feel no sympathy for yourself because there is no emotion there. You might be wondering where I’m going with this, and it’s that their music helped me dig for that emotion. It helped me fight for it, it sparked this urgent feeling that I needed to find this emotion no matter how much of me I had to deteriorate to get there.

Whenever I felt myself losing touch with emotion, I put on their music, because it helped me felt emotion when I laughed, when I cried, when I felt angry and upset. It sounds horrible, but it’s such a blessing, to actually feel emotion when you do these things, you are able to tell yourself you are human, breathing and experiencing emotion and life. This has not just been this year, but last year and the year before.

Whenever I lost a grip, or let anxiety suffocate me, or insomnia keep me at my desk tapping my pen on a blank page, I put on my headphones. I’m not saying I just listened to twenty one pilots when this happened, but their music was really what sparked within me.

Besides mental illness, their music has helped me channel all of this into my art: writing and photography. The amount of slam poems and stories I’ve written listening to their stuff, or having it quietly in my headphones snapping pictures of sunsets and skylines. My purpose is to create rather than assist, they are one of my biggest inspirations moving forward with this personal belief. The people I’ve met or formed closer relationships with through them. Whether it be people I met at ers, or the friends I’ve made elsewhere. Music brings people together, their music brings a group of creators together. Whatever people’s purposes may be, they inspire others to create, and it’s a beautiful thing.

This era has been such a whirlwind, and yes, I may not have been here since 2011, or at their first basement show, but none the less, I’m so proud of them. They’ve remained faithful to their supporters, connected to their roots as performers, and poured their heart and soul into creating an album that’s reached out to millions of people like myself. I’m so thankful for them, and humbled to say that they helped me reach for my own aspirations.

I bid all my thank yous and farewells to the blurryface era. I’m not going anywhere.  

azlinne  asked:

'Dark/Bim I'm pregnant!

(( this is one of the funniest prompts I’ve gotten and I love you for it xD enjoy!! ))

Dark wasn’t expecting Bim to come bursting into his office, breathless and with a worried expression on his face. Sitting behind his desk and trying to hide his displeasure at such an entrance, Dark waited patiently for Bim to calm down enough that he would be able to talk.

“Take a seat.” He ordered as Bim caught his breath.

Bim did so, hands clenched on his knees and Dark watched him carefully. There was clearly something bothering him, and while it was annoying he would just come barrelling in, Dark was concerned.

“D-Dark!” Bim gasped, chest heaving, “I have to tell you something!”

“Clearly.” Dark said drily, “Catch your breath before you do.”

It didn’t take long before Bim was breathing normally enough to speak properly, but the panicked expression hadn’t faded.

“Okay…you’re going to think I’m being crazy!” Bim began, the urgency in his voice putting Dark on edge. “But…I think I’m pregnant.”

All of Dark’s self-control went into controlling his laughter and pure shock at the statement as Bim sat, staring worriedly at him with his hands across his stomach. Dark’s brain went into overdrive, automatically telling him that despite the fact that all the egos were biologically male, technically not all of them inhabited specifically human bodies. So…it still probably wasn’t possible that one of them was pregnant, but Bim wasn’t really known for hysteria.

“And…what makes you think that?” Dark asked, his voice tight as he controlled himself so as not to make Bim uncomfortable. Bim could sense that Dark didn’t believe him, that he was struggling to hold back laughter and disbelief, but he didn’t care.

“I’ve been having strange symptoms.” He began explaining, “Feeling sick and vomiting in the morning, cramps and cravings, I can’t smell certain plants without really needing to be sick when I’ve never had a problem before. I’m getting headaches and mood swings and my um…chest is quite sensitive. I googled it, not using one of our Googles of course, and it all pointed to pregnancy.”

Silence fell, Bim shifting uncomfortably in his seat and Dark staring at him.

It wasn’t possible.

“Have you been to Dr Iplier?” Dark finally asked.

Bim shook his head. “I was a little too shocked to really go to anyone, and then I came here. What are we going to do Dark?”

“Firstly Bim, I highly doubt you’re pregnant.” Dark replied calmly.

“But we don’t use a condom when we-.”

“Secondly,” Dark interupted, “Even if you were pregnant, which is still impossible because I’m pretty sure you don’t have the biological makeup to be pregnant, there are options. We’re going to see Dr Iplier.”

He stood and Bim followed, hands crossing over his stomach. Dark took one in his own instead, rubbing his thumb along the back of Bim’s hand as a comforting gesture, and the TV host relaxed as they walked side by side. Regardless of what Bim thought, the symptoms he was experiencing were quite troubling, and Dark wanted to find out what was wrong with him straight away.

The halls were empty, the other egos busy with their own things, and the two found Dr Iplier in his rooms, looking over medical notes and drinking coffee.

Doc raised an eyebrow at their joined hands but said nothing. Dark nudged Bim forward, but Bim seemed to have lost the ability to speak.

Sighing, Dark cracked his neck. “I would like you to do a full medical examination of Bim.” He ordered.

“Why?” Dr Iplier inquired, “What am I looking for?”

“Anything that can cause nausea, vomiting, aversion to certain smells, sensitive chest area, cramps, headaches and mood swings.” Dark listed off the symptoms quietly, and Dr Iplier stared in disbelief at him.

“Are you…are you asking me to diagnose whether Bim is pregnant?” He asked, choking back a laugh at Dark’s scowl.

“I’m asking you to find out what is wrong with him since he clearly can’t be pregnant.” Dark stated through gritted teeth. It was getting harder to keep his cool.

Bim placed a hand on his arm and smiled, that ever charming, sweet smile that never failed to calm Dark down, and his aura instantly relaxed.

“Come over here Bim, I’m going to ask you a few questions while I examine you.” Dr Iplier requested, nodding to the examination bed in the corner of the room. Dark followed them, leaning against the wall as he watched Bim slowly strip out of his suit jacket and shirt before sitting on the bed.

Dr Iplier’s questions ranged from “How often do you have sex?” to “How many sexual partners have you had?” all the way through to generic questions about the symptoms. Bim was way too happy to divulge information about their sex life, in Dark’s opinion, but then again they had never attempted to keep it a secret before that they were involved.

The examination took roughly twenty minutes, and Doc looked amused when he was done.

“I’m sorry.” He began.

Dark took a large intake of breath to stop himself from snapping.

“You’re not pregnant.” Dr Iplier finished.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Dark’s shell cracked and Bim looked over at him worriedly.

“This is why you shouldn’t google your symptoms.” Doc added, “You are sick though, so I’m going to prescribe you some antibiotics, and you should take it easy until the headaches and the nausea fade. If you still feel bad in two weeks, let me know.”

“Thank you very much Dr Iplier.” Dark stated, holding out his hand for Bim to take.

“Yeah, thanks Doc. I’ll swing by later for the pills.” Bim grinned, hopping off the bed and redressing himself.

Doc said nothing, merely watched them walk out with an amused expression still.

Once his door had closed, Dark pulled Bim into him and tilted his head up slightly. “What are you not going to do again?” He asked quietly.

“Google my symptoms.” Bim murmured in reply.

Dark nodded and kissed the tip of Bim’s nose. “Now let’s go get you in bed. I’m sure we can find some movies for you to watch, while I tell Wilford you’re going to be taking it easy.”

Bim smiled and kissed Dark swiftly, entwining their fingers together and walking with him back towards Dark’s room with a spring in his step.

#voltrontraitorau|| it’s so unfair that you left us like that. 💙💙
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I just posted the first two chapters of my traitor au fanfic on Archivesofourown. My writing is not the greatest but you can go ahead and read it if you like. .
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⏩in this part of the story: Lance had just recovered from his injuries from Keith almost breaking his bones and left him for a coma for 4 months. Since healing pods don’t retain his muscles. He lost a little bit of his walking abilities (or doing that bicycle thing in season 1. I know pilates because I don’t even have upper body strength like Lance does and in this fanfic he lost it and it’s hard for him to do all those things he used to do. ) Anyways, the black lion reacted to Lance as the new successor, Allura became red lion’s pilot and though I call Kuron, “Ryou Shirogane” he can fly both Red and Blue lions but decided it was best for Allura to fly in her father’s footsteps. .
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In this video shows that Allura actually had a romantic relationship with Keith which you see why Allura would cry in my edit because she misses her and Lance wants her to believe that Keith have no point of leaving the team. .
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⏩song: (though it’s not official but this song was from @/shilohdynasty vine account and I used that audio and I know there is “oliver” but that is still not official from Shiloh’s soundcloud account so I’m not saying it but until it’s an official song on Shiloh’s soundcloud account) .
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➡️audio credit: @/ shilohdynasty
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anonymous asked:

Who do you ship Lucie with?

I ship her with Jesse! In order to explain why, I must discuss my Lucie-Jesse theory (and I’m very sorry, this is going to be a long answer):

Cassie once said on Twitter that Lucie can see the dead (x), and implied that this talent was somehow related to Lucie’s warlock ability due to Tessa’s demon blood (like how James can turn into a shadow - x). Then on Pinterest, Cassie posted two quotes that I believe are the key to figuring out the story. The first one is “Lucie looked for him (supposedly a ghost Jessie) in the forest after that, but she never saw him again.” I’m thinking Lucie might have gotten lost in a forest, or was somehow endangered, when she was a little girl. Jesse died when she was 7, so it is plausible that he could have helped her. Later, Cassie released several snippets that appear to take place during a ball (I’m assuming it’s the London Christmas party). You can find them all here, but I’ll post the most important one below:

“Who’s the boy tripping over his own feet?“ Cordelia asked as the boy in question, a slender, ink-stained young man with spectacles and tousled brown curls, nearly careened into Lucie and Matthew.

“That’s Christopher Lightwood. My cousin. Alas, Christopher is far more at home with beakers and test tubes than he is with female company. Let’s just hope he doesn’t pitch poor Rosamund Townsend into the refreshment table.”

“Is he in love with her?”

“Lord, no, barely knows her,” said James. “Charles and Daphne are engaged, and  Barbara Lightwood has an understanding with George Hayward. Beyond that, I’m not sure I can think of any romances brewing in our set. Though having you and Alastair here might bring us some excitement, Daisy.”

Her heart leaped. “I didn’t realize you remembered that old nickname.”

“What, Daisy?” He was holding her close as they danced: she could feel the heat of him all up and down her front, making her prickle all over. “Of course I remember it. I gave it to you. I hope you don’t intend me to stop using it.”

“Of course not. I like it.” She forced herself not to move her gaze from his. Goodness, his eyes were startling up close. They were the color of golden syrup, almost shocking against the black of his pupils. She had heard the whispers, knew people found his eyes odd and alien, a sign of his difference. She thought they were lovely: the color of fire and gold, the way she imagined the heart of the sun. “Though I don’t think it suits me. Daisy sounds like a pretty little girl in hair ribbons.”

“Well,” he said. “You are at least -”

He broke off. She heard the click as he swallowed: he was looking past her, at someone who had just come into the room. Cordelia followed his glance, and saw a tall woman, thin as a scarecrow and dressed in the black of mourning, with gray-streaked auburn hair done in the style of decades ago piled on her head. Tessa was hurrying toward her, a concerned look on her face. Will was following, and goodness, what did they both look so worried about?

As Tessa reached her, the woman stepped aside, revealing the girl who had been standing behind her. A girl, dressed all in ivory, with a soft waterfall of white-gold curls gathered back from her face. The girl moved forward gracefully to greet Tessa and Will, and as she did so, James dropped Cordelia’s hands.

They were no longer dancing. Cordelia stood, frozen in confusion, as James turned away from her without a word and strode across the room toward the girl.

- @cassandraclare

It is clear to readers of “The Bane Chronicles” that the woman who entered the room is Tatiana Blackthorn, Jesse’s mother, whereas the young girl is Grace Cartwright, her ward. This is where the second Pinterest quote is vital. Cassie wrote that “Lucie was staring at the boy who had come in with them. The boy who she had last seen in Brocelind Forest.”

THE BOY IS JESSE.

LISTEN. In “The Bane Chronicles,” Tatiana was planning to raise Jesse from the dead using necromancy. Besides providing a link between TDA and TLH, I think necromancy is a very likely course of action for the TLH plot. I am almost 100% certain that this is what is going to happen. The next part of my theory, however, has two possible routes:

A. Jesse has already been risen from the dead by the time of the presumed London Christmas ball. He is physically there and everyone can see him.

B. Jesse is still dead at the time of the ball. Only Lucie can see him, i.e. the Pinterest quote “Can no one else see you?” Lucie may then assist Tatiana in the necromancy, which would definitely create some Herondale family drama.

Either way, I believe Lucie and Jessie will have a very interesting relationship; in fact, it’s what I’m most excited to read about in TLH! Does anyone else have any theories they’d like to share? If you send them I will post them on my blog and we can all discuss them together! Sorry my response was so long, and thanks Anon!

24 + 1 Last Dance Omake # 2 - English Translation - SPOILERS!

The first 24 + 1 Last Dance omake was the one dealing with Little Gil, Vince, and Elliot. This is the next one. The full translation + pictures are below the Read More due to spoilers and such. Enjoy! :D

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Successor Challenge Extension!

So–I have bad news for me, but good news for everyone else! The bad news, is that my son spilled a glass of water on my computer two days ago and it hasn’t turned in since. I had my final chapter almost complete, but lost the ability to access it, and couldn’t get an appointment with the Apple Store until today.

The GOOD news, is @emeraldlatias and I have decided to take my misfortune, and give everyone a never-before-done-and-one-time-only challenge extension!!! In the blind hope that Apple can recover my files (or that I can recreate 3000 words while sobbing into my coffee), we will allow WIPs to be submitted through September 4th/US Labor Day.

This is for WIPs ONLY. If you want to take advantage of the extension to try and do a new last-minute entry you may, but with one caveat–it must match the prompt “Pumpkin Spice Latte,” in addition to meeting the regular requirements.

Feel free to comment here or PM with questions! We look forward to seeing the couple of other unfinished submissions, and everyone cross your fingers that I have not lost all of my files!!!

anonymous asked:

The Makluan rings are rings forged by an ancient dragon-lizard like race known as the Makluans (*from Iron Man Armored Adventures cartoon). According to Glossaryck (@gossipyglossy), all of them together have the power equal to the royal wand, maybe even best it. Thoughts?

E: due to the differences in universes, it’s hard to say for sure given that one is basically the final level of the tech tree *given the ability to create things from the molecular level*  and the other is a direct connection to the magic across all dimensions so all this which one is more powerful is subjective. I can totally believe the two are at least equal in power mostly due to their pros and cons. The rings are powerful items but the downside seems to be the fact to unleash the full god-like abilities, you need to be wearing all 10 at once. if one is lost, you lose access to that power *though you still have some awesome skills* not to mention as a technological set of items, you could disable it like Tony did.  on the other side, the wand’s strength seems to depend on the user’s own magical ability and the current state of magic in the universe. I say in a head on battle with full 10 rings vs a powerful magical user wielding the wand, I’d say it’s a tie and would come down to the users personal tactics and battle strategies  

@TheAshleyClem: Catching up with an old friend @jeremymjordan [x]

ELI5: Why humans are relatively hairless?

It is difficult to ELI5 because no one actually knows the answer for sure. Every answer presented as fact is really a hypothesis. More than that, they are just-so stories, because they are almost untestable and thus unfalsifiable. All of that being said, there are three major hypotheses, which are not mutually exclusive:

  • The running man hypothesis: Walking on two-legs helped us throw spears and see far, and also let us separate our breathing from our stride. When most four-legged animals sprint, their bodies expand and contract such that their breathing is forced to follow their stride; we can decouple those two motions, which is a luxury. Furthermore, hairlessness helps us to sweat, as hair would slow down evaporative cooling.
  • The aquatic ape hypothesis: Another idea holds that humans became bipedal because an elevated head helped them when wading and fishing. Aquatic mammals tend to either have very dense hair or no hair at all (whales, dolphins, pigs - kinda, etc.). This idea is not as crazy as it sounds, and some random observations support that we evolved to be in or near wet environments. For example, you know how your fingertips get wrinkly when they’re in water for a while? Well, that reaction is regulated by your nervous system, and is not a direct effect of wetness. Furthermore, those wrinkles have been demonstrated to aid your ability to grip wet rocks.
  • The filthy fur hypothesis: Fur is not as good as clothing, because you can remove and clean clothing. Fur, on the other hand, is always full of parasites. Consider the two hairiest parts of the body, the scalp and the crotch; both are subject to lice. This argument holds that we lost fur because of the terrible parasite load associated with dense fur. It also argues that the few remaining hairs can help you feel crawling parasites and impede their progress (I have a hairy back, and can attest to this. Good luck, ticks!) We either replaced fur with clothing gradually, or else picked it up later to cover our nakedness, especially as we went into colder climates, depending on the timeline (which I will admit isn’t known to me).

The remaining hair may serve a number of purposes, but it seems to help prevent sunburn, demonstrate sexual maturity, channel water flow, filter air, increase sensation and sensory range, and possibly trap aroma (while many probably no longer find this desirable, body odor was considered sexy even in historical times, and still is in some places). Some people here have asked if (or argued that) a trait must have been selected for if we see it today, but that’s not always the case. As hard as it is to accept, some things are the way they are purely by chance. Red hair is frequent in Ireland in spite of no known selective benefit. Eyebrow shapes could be in the same category. Again, no one knows.

Explain Like I`m Five: good questions, best answers.

Being a Spoonie with a Service Dog

[Understanding Spoon Theory of chronic illness is central to this post, so if you don’t know what that is then you’ll need to Google it first.]

I haven’t been physically disabled my whole life. I began having daily chronic illness symptoms in October 2013 when I was 21 years old.

I didn’t grow up disabled. I know what it’s like to experience the world as an able-bodied adult.

Here’s the thing. People evaluating disabled folks tend to be like “well you CAN walk/fetch something/carry something/see/etc.” They’re saying that, ceteris paribus, I haven’t
100% lost my ability to do Whatever Thing. And they are correct. But what they’re implying is that because I haven’t 100% lost the ability to do Whatever Thing then I am just as capable of doing it, just as many times as them, and it doesn’t take away from anything else. This is where they are wrong.

When you are able bodied, you don’t have to choose been physical activity and mental activity (including work/school). In fact, you often have to balance the two for the sake of mental health. You’re never too spent from your desk job to go to the park and relax. You’re never too spent from being out recreating to be able to focus on work. You may not WANT to do these things, but you haven’t lost the ABILITY.

For spoonies, we measure out every activity. In my case, carrying a purse now could mean no homework later. Going to the dog park AND SITTING THE ENTIRE TIME means at least an hour and a half of necessary recovery time when I get home (not mental transition time where I can walk around doing chores and showering and whatever; literally on the couch doing nothing with my partner taking care of whatever I need). I can measure my physical activity in the intensity of physical pain it causes me and the amount of work (domestic, paid, and schoolwork) it keeps me from doing.

To be disabled means I can’t do everything an abled person can do. An abled person could be a graduate student and take care of a one bedroom apartment and a dog with the help of a partner. But I’m not actually able to keep up with all of it like an abled person.

I miss days of class and work. My laundry is always piling up in an embarrassing way, and my apartment is never kept up. I’m behind in my schoolwork. My bills sometimes don’t get paid, especially my medical bills. I haven’t been able to keep up with tasks for my own medical care and diagnosis like I’m supposed to. I’m not even going to admit on the Internet how seldom I actually take a full shower (even with a shower chair), seriously.

This is WITH a partner. He does most of the cooking, and the gaps are filled in with convenience foods like canned soup and fruit. He often drives for me when I’m not up for it. He fetches things for me. He acts as my brace/cane in public. He researches my illnesses and advocates for me. He does chores and helps with the dog, especially with walking her.

There is SO MUCH that I should be able to do that I can’t do. I know this because I used to be able to do it. Now that I’m disabled, I have to choose what gets done and what doesn’t because there is no choice to do it all, and there is no “correct” choice of what to leave out (my marriage? personal hygiene? my degree, which will allow me to work with a disability?). I’m the only one who can make those prioritizing choices, with the input of my partner. And I know how to help mitigate my disability better than someone who’s not me so that the choices aren’t made for me and, hopefully, I don’t have to deprioritize so many things.

- If I say carrying a pack with medications, water, a stool, etc other items prevents fatigue (and saves me spoons), do not right that off because I can physically carry those things on my body. You don’t get to choose what my extremely limited energy goes towards. I would rather spend my energy towards my PhD than carrying around medications that my SD can carry for me and bring to me when I’m incapable of standing.

- If I tell you I don’t respond to alarm clocks, I don’t. I procrastinate and hit Snooze on alarm clocks because I’m so fatigued I’m begging for 15 more minutes. My SD on the other hand bugs me and bugs me to wake up once she hears my alarm. She does this because I reward the behavior with many pets and a walk. It’s been effective in getting me to wake up 1.5hrs before work rather than 25mins. This allows me enough time to sit, take my meds, get my body adjusted to the day.

- If anxiety is a trigger for my physical symptoms (such as dizziness, brain fog, and pain), then SD tasks that reduce my anxiety are valid forms of management. This includes DPT, crowd control, methods for managing hypervigilance, etc.

I could continue on and on, providing more examples of service dog tasks that are considered invalid for certain people. The point is, most people who use medical equipment aren’t completely unable to do the task themselves. People who use canes, scooters, wheelchairs, and other mobility devices can often (not always) stand and walk alone. Their stamina, endurance, and pain levels may not be the same as an able-bodied person however. The same is true for service dogs, another kind of medical equipment. Valid reasons for their use are to reduce pain, save energy for other activities, increase longevity of a disabled person’s active period, reduce dependence on other humans/caregivers, increase the number/types of locations that are accessible, and much more. Yes, SDs are also valid for things a handler CAN’T do themselves (like detect their own seizure or pick up something out of reach), but that is not the only definition of “mitigate.”

Bite Me pt. 6 [Chanyeol]

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Summary: Coming home from the book store that you’d love to go to you get bitten by a wolf on your way home by the forest that was rumored to have supernatural beings lurking. From a wolf bite but to be more exact werewolf bite you start to have weird symptoms ranging from heightened smell, hearing, strength, and healing. Finally as the full moon arrives you change and meet someone unexpected.

Word Count: 1 693  words

Type: Scenario/series

Genre: Wolf! au

Member: Chanyeol from Exo


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Space Invader, Pt. 14

Well, this is it. A simple prompt from a pal that turned into the longest fic I’ve ever written. It’s also my first Spacedogs fic, which was monumentally dumb of me, but still, I loved writing it. I hope you guys enjoyed. 

As always, none of this could have been possible without @chronicopheliac, @wrathofthestag, @plan-d-to-i or @thegnosticgospelofjulio - who prompted me. 

Catch up on the whole mess: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13

Chapter 14: Fucking Kiss Me Already 

         Adam’s eyes flicked over Nigel, assessing.

         “You’re bleeding.” He disappeared back into his apartment.

         Nigel shook his head, sending shards of pottery and dirt flying.

         “What the fuck? Are you alive?” Darko peered over the edge of the roof, his voice sounded tight.

         Nigel opened his mouth to respond when he heard his darling coming back. He waved his hand at Darko, signaling him to fuck off already. Adam appeared by the door with a small first aid kit. He opened it, retrieving a cotton ball and wetting it with alcohol. Nigel sat in a daze as his little sniffling cosmonaut dabbed at the scratch on his cheek and his torn lip.

         “Why did you do this? You could have been seriously hurt.” Adam’s eyes were all over his face, body tense and trembling. Nigel took advantage of the proximity to look over his darling, he couldn’t see any bruises or marks, most of the damage must have been done in his apartment.

         “Fucking worked for you, didn’t it? You show up on my balcony in a fucking spacesuit and before I know it I’m practicing breathing exercises like a fucking pussy and praying you’ll stop by to boss me around some more.”

         Adam turned his head away.

         “I don’t want to talk to you right now.”

         Nigel sighed.

         “I know. I fucking know, Adam. But can you just let me say one thing? Then maybe help an old man up, because I’m not fucking sure I can stand in this goddamn suit.”

         Adam’s mouth formed a moue while he considered.

         “OK.”                                                                                                          

         “I want you to understand that I’m fucking shit. What I did was shit. You should be fucking furious. You should hit me and break my shit, maybe never speak to me again, but please – fucking please, Adam, don’t think for one second that this was practice. I love you. Darko loves you. Five fucking felons who would shoot their own mother to make a sale are back at the warehouse right fucking now hoping you’re ok and planning to kill me if you’re not. Adam fucking Raki is loved. So fucking loved.”

         Adam was gnawing on his lip, the hand that had been pressing the cotton to Nigel’s lip had stilled, riding Nigel’s jaw as he spoke.

         “I’m going to go. And if you can forgive me, I’ll be here, ready to do what you need me to do. Make another fucking list, we can work on it. If you want me to move so you’ll never see my fucking face again, I’ll do it. But I won’t leave until you promise not to hit yourself or break any more of your nice fancy space shit,” Nigel caught the hand that was still on his chin. The fine-boned wrist that flexed so beautifully when he was coming undone in Nigel’s bed. God, he would miss this fucking kid.

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Please Help Or Share...

Hey guys, I absolutely hate to have to post this, but this morning I received an email from my electricity provider informing me that if I don’t pay my bill within 48 hours, I will be cut off. I don’t get paid until the 20th, and even then, I can’t afford the 450 dollars they’re demanding.

I work as a freelance copywriter from home, because I have a psychiatric disability that limits my ability to work a ‘regular’ job. I lost my last job four years ago because I cannot control my dissociation. I have no relatives in this country, and when I called my mom asking for help, she told me “you don’t need electricity, this is a lesson for you to learn to adult more.” In short, there is nobody who can help.

Guys I really hate to ask this, but I really need help. Even if you can only donate a dollar or two, I would really appreciate it, because there’s no way I can afford to pay this and I can’t be without electricity…

My paypal email is bobbiijaii@gmail.com

Please help or share, I’d really appreciate it…