i needed to post something so here you go

The “I Can Do This!” Motivation bottle.

I made this little bottle for my wife at work, but I’ve decided to post it because I know finals are coming up and I think this could be helpful for those of you who are juggling your finals with the rest of your life! 

All of these things came from my kitchen spice cabinets, so nothing too crazy or difficult to find here!

I made this as something that embodied what is needed to get through the tough days. It isn’t a good luck charm, just something to bring out the best thing already in you.

Each layer is for a different piece of what makes up a good, productive day in my opinion, so here we go!


  • Sea salt - for protection
  • Cinnamon - for success & wisdom
  • Sage - for peace
  • Caraway seeds - for mental power
  • Basil - for confidence
  • Rosemary - for mental clarity
  • Red Pepper flakes - for energy


I find that saying my intent out loud really helps me to know that it is there, the more I say something out loud, the more I feel like it is true and real, so I focus on saying my intent for each layer out loud, over and over until I really do feel it there. I also find that saying these things out loud, and being sure of them, helps you to realize that there really IS power in your words. You have power to speak these words and really bring life to them because you are stating, whole-heartedly that this rosemary is going to bring mental clarity to your day. Don’t be afraid to spend as much time as you need to on each layer to feel like your intent is there. This helps me, personally. 

Once you’re filled up, put the cork back in, tightly. I would recommend packing these layers in tightly also, so if you care them around in your pocket, they don’t all mix together if you don’t want them to.

After, I sealed my bottle with wax (mine was vanilla scented because it is my wife’s favorite scent and it’s something that really makes her happy) - (also I will make a little post about how I seal up little bottles with wax later on!) and sat with it for quite a while, really focusing the intent into the whole bottle, and what you want for it as a whole. Like before, I sat repeating out loud until I really felt it and believed it with the knowing that my words have power!


I hope this was helpful! 

Kiss me on the mouth and set me free, but please don’t bite.

    The sounds from the world around him collide into an expectant silence. Everything is reduced to him: Victor.
    Victor, his eyes, his lips, his expression. The way he’s running towards Yuri. The way Yuri seems to be the only thing Victor can see.
    It’s an instant, a moment, in which they get caught, tossed into an awaiting breach, embraced by a sudden knowledge that whispers sweet nothings into their ears and makes their hearts soar together.
    It’s a moment, Victor wrapping a protective arm around him, hand on his head, gloved fingers tangling in dark tresses of hair. It’s an exhilarating moment: the instant their lips collide Yuri can feel part of his soul reaching out and forming tight ribbons around Victor’s soul, the very soul that awaited for his with loving caresses.

    Only that it’s not a moment: it’s an eternity, it’s the universe expanding and collapsing all around them. It’s stars going nova, it’s the beginning of something that had been waiting for an opportunity to be born for a long time.
    It’s home.

    The kiss is burning, searing their lips and marking them, leaving them filled with a certainty: everything they ever did it was to reach this point, this defining event. The kiss is burning and delightful.  Like the soft breeze caressing their skins in a centripetal force that pulls them together to hopefully never again part.
    Yuri’s heart is beating frantically inside the safe confines of his chest, Victor’s arms around him feel right, feel like the place he’s supposed to be.  They smile, gazes filled with peaceful longing and warmth, lips tingling, fondness spiralling around them.
    A word dances in Yuri’s mind. It’s short and simple, but he knows that it’s special and powerfully charged. A word dances gracefully on his lips:
    Love.

A.R.M.Y.S!

Our beloved Hoseok has been getting hate, lately.. He even said “I want to be loved and respected by ARMYs in 2017” It’s so sad to see our ray of sunshine like this :( A friend of mine came up with an idea to try and cheer Hobi up. She has asked her followers on IG to send her things that they would like to say to Hoseok, and she is going to write them out and send them to him. I am posting here to try and get more people. Please participate, even if he isn’t your bias, he needs to know he is loved and appreciated. If you want to say something to him, please send me what you’d like to say, along with your name, if you’re comfortable with that (just your first name.) We need to band together and show him just how much he is loved! This project BEGAN on DECEMBER 18, 2016 and will END JANUARY 20, 2017 Also, if you want to post about this yourself, please use #letterstohobi! That is the name of this project.

Originally posted by jhopies


Originally posted by troiskims


Originally posted by bangtannoonas

hey writers out there, there’s so few writing positivity posts on this godforsaken site that i thought i’d just. send one out to the void so here we go

  • if you only wrote a hundred words today, you’re still further than you were yesterday
  • if you only wrote ten words today, you’re still further than you were before
  • if you haven’t been able to write in a while because the words just won’t go onto the page how you want them to, that’s okay, you can always try again tomorrow
  • it’s okay if you only write fanfics, there are still readers out there who will read your work and enjoy it
  • if you’re trying to write a novel and you feel like giving up, take a little break from it, watch your favorite show, eat a snack, go find something to help you relax. then after some time come back to it, whatever was frustrating you might be easy to rework
  • if you’re editing something, it’s okay to have someone read things to be sure you got your spelling and grammar right
  • it’s okay to not have a beta readers, especially for fanfic writers. some of us don’t have people we trust enough to give us good feedback other than ourselves!
  • it’s always upsetting to get a bad comment on a fic or published work, but it’s not your fault someone didn’t like what you wrote. you wrote something that YOU wanted to write for YOURSELF, and if they didn’t like it, then okay, that’s fine. try not to let it get you down!
  • it’s okay to hate your old writing. your prose style is constantly changing, so something you wrote ages ago might not sound as good to you now, and that’s okay!!!
  • if you want to write a fanfic that’s got some of the same tropes as another fic, that’s okay. we all have different takes on situations, and fanfic readers can never get enough of their favorite tropes! (though do be wary of like. direct copying but that’s not the point of this post so!!! moving on!!!!!!!)
  • your characters are perfect just the way they are. they don’t always need to have five million aspects to them–they may evolve to that point over time, but they don’t have to! so long as you enjoy writing that character, they’re perfect.
  • your writing is unique. it’s your own personal style, your own personal way of letting your thoughts out onto paper. always remember that you are the only one who can write what it is you want to write, be it fanfic or something you want to publish–you are the only one who knows how your story will end, and how it will end up being written. you are the creator, and you can bend your story to your will. i know it’s hard sometimes, but i believe in you and that you can do it!

If you should be the last autumn leaf hanging from the tree

I’ll still be here, waiting on the breeze, to bring you down to me.

And if it takes forever, forever it’ll be.

And if it takes forever, forever it’ll be.

A Much Needed Massage (Bucky x Reader)

Summary: After being forced to shovel snow all morning a hot shower, massage and cuddles with Bucky sounds like possibly one of the best things on the planet.

A/N: Been having trouble getting writing out recently but @harleyqueen7 posted asking someone to write something like this and I was really feeling it so here you go! I hope you enjoy and feel better, love <3

Word Count: 1624
Warnings: none

Originally posted by little--batman

You wanted to kill Tony Stark. Usually you adored the man, but his constant and unnecessary tinkering with his machines practically drove you insane. Especially during moments like these.

A few days ago, he’d taken it upon himself to reconfigure the landing pad heating and de-icing systems. Of course, you hadn’t realized that it was broken until today. Over three feet of snow had piled up on the surface and with only an hour before the team arrived back from their mission, you were left to clear it up all on your own.

You sighed, cursing under your breath as you dragged the large heavy shovel out into the cold.

With how little time you had, you focused on clearing the landing pad and a small path leading to and from the tower. That alone took an entire hour and as you leaned against the shovel in defeat you could see the quinjet beginning to appear through the thick clouds.

You took a step back, watching in exhaustion as it settled on the landing pad and the engines came to a halt. The snow was Tony’s problem now.

The doors slid open and you greeted the team as they piled out. Despite the dried blood and dust coating their bodies, they were all smiles. 

Keep reading

Health care access 

“I’ve been a big supporter of Planned Parenthood. To me they’re such an important and critical thing for American health care that I want to do whatever I can for them. As a Canadian, health care wasn’t a thing for me that you would have to pay for or think about. When I moved here I went to Planned Parenthood because I needed to go see a doctor. I had the most pleasant experience that, when I left, I actually called my dad sobbing. I told him what happened, and how nice, and polite, and everything they were with me. At that point I was making no money as an artist, so I could have not afforded getting tests. It needs to be something that stays.”

In honor of International Women’s Day, we are posting quotes from our latest Creative New York interview with Petra Collins, highlighting issues relating to body image, openness, collaboration, and health care access as an artist. Read the entire interview at nyc.moma.org.

Join us on 3/18 for MoMA PopRally’s Petra Collins: In Search of Us, an evening of performance, music, and digital art conceived and developed by Collins and artist Madelyne Beckles. Tickets and more info at mo.ma/poprallyxpetra

[Portrait of Petra Collins by Nguan]

Back Home - Tom Holland Imagine

Main Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Words: 177

* NOT MY GIF *

A/N: I wasn’t going to post this, but I decided against my judgment because I thought I needed like a fluffy imagine/one-shot and not something sad. Hope you like it :) Feedback is much appreciated.

Tom was trying to scare you. He had been away for about 4 days filming and had come home early. Tom had his phone out, trying to make sure he caught your reaction to him.

“Okay, Tom Holland here, I’m trying to scare Y/N. She gets scared easily so here goes nothing.” Tom whispers as he walks down the hall. He opens the door of your bedroom slowly, and there you are, staring at him and rolling your eyes. Tom smiled sheepishly. “Heyy.. I’m back a bit early”

“Tom, if you wanted to scare me, don’t tweet about it, and don’t install video camera monitors in our bedroom.” You looked exasperated. Tom laughed.

“Oh well, I tried. Can I have a hug and kiss now?” You laughed and jumped up on Tom, knocking his phone out of his hand.

“I missed you too, Y/N.” Tom said throughout the kisses.

“I know.” The camera was still recording, but Tom made sure to crop the not very silent video footage out before posting.

The End :)

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Happy early Birthday Raya! @hickory-dickory-duck ! 27 September
I was originally gonna post these on your birthday but you seemed like you needed a little something now so here you go!

i am beyond sick of looking at this so im just gonna….. leave it here….

idk i thought it’d be fun to do a sort of redraw, but use ellie’s new design instead of her old one (spoiler: it wasn’t. it was torture)

Here’s something I want you to do for me  :  go to a blog that you appreciate, or someone you see on your dash right now, or someone who you think could use some cheering up. On or off anon, tell them something  nice.  Spread positivity  because we’re a  community  of writers. Let’s not make drama and hate make us forget that  !  (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

Note in the Rain
Kid Fields

So I’m sure no one wants this but here it is, an original song for once. Not by any means a finished product, but good enough that it doesn’t make me want to claw my ears off.

If people like this I’ll post more, and if anyone wants to cover it or something lmk and I can give you instrumental tracks, chords, sheet music, whatever you need, no money involved so long as you give credit

If no one likes it I’ll stick with my shitposts :P I just thought I’d give this a go

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idk why I needed to even make a post for this but here is a small and cute feature that I noticed some while ago and it’s super cute to me ok

Jun has cute:
Small moles c:

Ok but don’t hit that exit button yet
Hear me out

If you couldn’t find any more features to find cute about Jun hERE YOU GO

ok so y'all probably don’t see it because of white-washing or something but like lOOK AT IT

HOW SMALL AND CUTE IT IS

HIS MOLES ARE CUTE OK FIGH T M E

in some pictures they are hella obvious but in others you have to zoom in super close and put a magnifying glass because the foundation covers it up sometimes

But in the pictures where you can’t see them, such as the one where he is doing a peace sign (which has a heart sign hidden inside the palm oHO) the moles are just burrowing in their holes lmao

Get it

No ok

Ok I had to stop myself before I went too far whoops

But take a moment to look at this beautiful man 

Please don’t sleep on him

Originally posted by theoneandonlylioness

Of course Jun is way more than his looks, also, never forget that, his soft and sweet voice too, his abilitY TO DO ANYTHING LIKE WHAT-, his confidence, etc. etc.

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anon asked me some time ago could i do all the tfp autobots as humans in a separate post SO here you go! Now idk the way i drew em just bare with it, i just needed to get the picture. I only counted those who were alive and autobots by the end of Predacons Rising.

You typically won’t find us talking about politics on here since we usually do that on our personal Twitters/Tumblrs, but I feel like it’s important to bring something up now that things aren’t looking too good.

First of all, if you support any aspect of Trump’s presidency and/or voted for him, unfollow us right now. We don’t need you following us and supporting that pig at the same time. And considering I (Trash) am a queer Mexican-American woman, I take a lot of the shit he’s doing personal. So yeah, we’re not going to need the support of anyone who agrees with the racist, sexist, homophobic, Islamphobic, xenophobic pile of earwax currently sitting in the White House.

Also, you’re following a blog (our blog) that revolves around a m/m relationship where at least one of the men is POC and the other is widely believed to be as well (I personally believe McCree is POC, but hey, that’s currently up for interpretation). If you support Trump, you have no business supporting McHanzo, like, at all. That probably means you’re in this (i.e. following us and engaging in McHanzo content) for the fetishization of same-sex couples, which is an entirely different issue I’m not going to touch right now. 

Moving on, we want to let the rest of our followers know that we’re here for you. Aside from this post, we want to remain a safe space for everyone who feels like the political landscape of the world is a daunting place right now. I know how scary it feels to be caught up in all of this and to hear something awful every day. To our LGBT followers, to our female followers, to our POC followers – we are with you. We stand by your side and are here for emotional/moral support during these troubling times. To our Muslims followers, I want to extend an equally supportive message, and I pray that this American ban is smacked down as soon as possible. The fact that citizens here legally are unable to travel in or out of the country is disgusting. We stand by you and if we can help in any way, please let us know. 

For everyone out there worried about what is going on: remain vigilante, remain hopeful, remain defiant. Giving in means they – Donald and all of his lackeys – win. Protest any way you can, even if your form of protest is simply existing. Exist and live and thrive, despite what he or anyone else has to say. We will continue to provide you all with content that hopefully lifts your spirits and can take your mind off of the outside world, if only for a few moments.

Autism

So, I think I really need to break down to you guys, what exactly has been going on with me. This bit of information has been eating at me for quite some time now. Here’s something you all should understand that throughout my entire life, I have always felt lonely, strange, and misunderstood. Friends have always been difficult for me to make, they still are despite the fact I have always desperately wanted to make connections with people. I’ve spent my whole life having family and peers whisper to eachother behind my back about my apparent strangeness. Some thought I might have been academically slow ( despite teachers constantly praising me, but what did they know) My whole being has been nothing but people observing me from the sidelines, judging and wondering why I even exist in the first place. Hell I’ve once overheard a bully say “ Why is she even here? What is even her point?” Those are words that have never ever left me.  I’ve gone through life wondering why I was so lonely, and why I seemed so different from everyone else. Wondering why I felt like I constantly had to come into everyone else's world but no one once thought to come into mine. Up until two months ago, nothing ever made much sense to me.  It started with me doing research for a character of mine who a friend had come to notice might have been autistic. So I looked more into it as I didn’t actually know anything about autism. As things started matching up with this character, I began to realize I was reading about myself. I began asking more about autism with a friend who has it, trying to site reliable resources. As I began to read, everything began to make so much more sense to me. But I needed more. I called my eldest sister, someone who knew me best, having raised me. I asked her about autism and if it was something she had ever considered about me, to which she replied yes. She had always believed that her second oldest son was a lot like how I was growing up and had come to realize I might have had ASD when he himself was diagnosed with it quite recently. We talked for a long time about many tell tells I exhibited and still do. Things I never noticed or realized I do because they were so…natural to me. I believe without a doubt that ASD is part of who I am and why I am the way I am and that’s why iI feel like I need to finally say something. I am so tired of feeling misunderstood and I feel like this an important factor to understanding me as a person. Learning that ASD is a very likely factor in my life has helped me understand myself much better and it’s been validating having support from an autism community but I still…feel quite lost and lonely. Because I can’t change this part about me, it’s with me forever and I’m so scared I’m falling apart because of it. But I’m strong because I’ve made it so far living in constant confusion. But It was important for me to write this because living your whole life being misunderstood by others, I need to finally feel like am actually understood.

Ninjago Would You Rather

So I decided to do each question as an individual post (I know I’m insane) but If you think about it it makes you more likely to get tagged.

Tag at least three.

So here we go.

@regaltempo asks: Would you rather be stuck in a room with Pyhtor for one hour, or Nadakhan?

I tag: @rainbow-kandi-korn22 @eyeofthewolfe @ultrawhalnar @silverflame15 @random-ninjago @rideofthevalkyrjur @zane-julian @answer-carrotcupjuster

@musafox @onlyninjago

P.S. Feel free to make more questions on your own for everyone. You don’t need to submit one for me to post I just wanted something fun for everyone to do.

anonymous asked:

May we get something where Prompto develops a crush on a cute farmhand from the Wiz Chocobo Post? He challenges them to a race, wagering that if he wins they have to go on a date with him. Of course he loses spectacularly (they're practically a chocobo whisperer and knows each bird by name) but they give him a kiss as a consolation prize, and flirtily wish him better luck next time ; )

Okay so I made this drabble a Prompto x Artemisia AU, because I tried to write this in second person but then it sounded wrong, and I didn’t want to pair Prompto with a new OC because I love Artemisia too much. So here you go! Something quick and cute. Enjoy!

As soon as the sign for Wiz’s Chocobo Post came into view, Prompto almost fell out of the Regalia. Ignis grabbed onto the back of his leather vest and tugged him down, muttering to himself about needing to be more strict in regards to seat belt safety.

Ignis had barely parked the car when Prompto leapt out, running over to where Wiz was standing near the picnic tables. Wiz greeted the boys with a wave.

“Heya, fellas. Here to come check out the birds?”

“Yes!” Prompto was practically bouncing. “We wanted to see if we could do some races.”

Wiz nodded. “We got a new farm hand around here, I’ll see to it that she gets some of our fastest chocobos ready for you.”

Prompto glanced over to where Wiz had gestured, and his jaw dropped.

He’d never seen anyone as gorgeous in his entire life. Gorgeous wasn’t even the right word to describe her. The girl had long, dark hair that was pinned up in a messy bun, glasses that slid halfway down her nose. She wore denim cutoffs and a red plaid shirt, the sleeves rolled up past her elbows. Her hiking boots were muddy and scuffed, and she wore riding gloves similar to his own. Wiz walked over to her and gestured over to the guys, and she nodded in return.

“Woah,” Prompto breathed. Noctis rolled his eyes and elbowed his best friend in the ribs.

“Get a grip, dude. I thought you were in love with Cindy.”

“And Aranea,” Gladio chimed in.

Prompto huffed. “Well, they’re nice, but…I don’t know. There’s something about this girl that’s different.”

Ignis cocked an eyebrow over the rim of his glasses. “How would you even know? You haven’t even spoken a single word to her.”

He huffed even louder.

“Fine,” he conceded. “I’ll just go talk to her, then.”

He marched over to where the girl was prepping the chocobos and cleared his throat. She turned to face him, her hazel eyes boring into his.

“Hi,” he said with a smile and a wave. “I’m Prompto.”

She gave him a brief once over, and returned a small smile of her own. “Hi. I’m Artemisia.”

He repeated the name, liking how it sounded on his tongue. “You, uh, come here often?”

Artemisia tried not to make a face, but ended up stifling a laugh behind the back of her hand. “I work here,” she said flatly, though amusement twinkled in her eyes.

Prompto scratched at the back of his head. “Heh, I knew that. Uh,” he trailed off, not really sure what to say.

Artemisia looked at the blue chocobo she had been preparing, and it quirked its head at her. She patted its beak affectionately and it nuzzled her hand.

“Hey!” Prompto suddenly got an idea. “How’s about a race? You and me?”

Artemisia slid her glasses further up her nose. “You want to race?”

“Yeah,” he said eagerly, and then did his best to give a charming smile. “If I win, you have to come with me on a date.”

Artemisia blinked slowly at him. “And what do I get if I win?”

“Lady’s choice,” he shrugged.

She pondered for a moment, and then grinned. “You’re on.” Artemisia took two chocobos over to the racing track as Prompto trailed behind her.

“Hey, wait!” he called. “What do you want if you win?”

Artemisia was already mounting her chocobo, the blue one that had affectionately sidled up to her earlier. “I’ll decide when I win.”

“He’s not ready for it,” Gladio declared as he, Ignis and Noctis stood by the side of the track near the finish line.

“He might be,” Noctis replied optimistically. But then he faltered. “Maybe if her chocobo trips, or veers off the track, he has a chance.”

“Even then,” Ignis interjected. “Artemisia works with chocobos on a daily basis. It’d be a most fascinating upset if she were to lose. And fortune does tend to favour Prompto on occasions such as these.”

“So do you think Prompto will win?” Gladio asked.

Ignis folded his arms over his chest. “Well, now, I didn’t say that.”

The whistle blew and the two of them were off. Prompto dug his heels into the chocobo’s sides and it shot out in front immediately, leaving a trail of dust in its wake. Prompto whooped and kept going as fast as he could.

But then, suddenly, there was a flash of blue from his periphery, and he saw Artemisia zoom past him. Prompto was utterly stunned as her chocobo easily maintained its rapid pace and effortlessly crossed the finish line.

It was a full twenty seconds later that Prompto’s chocobo finished the race. By then, Artemisia was already feeding greens to hers, patting it on the beak and scratching at its jowls.

“Looks like I win,” she said sweetly, glancing over her shoulder at Prompto, who was tying his chocobo to a post.

Prompto couldn’t help but look glum. “Yeah, I guess.”

He looked down at the ground, his cheeks red with embarrassment. But then, he felt a pair of hands on either side of his face. He looked up and Artemisia leaned forward, pressing a lingering kiss on his lips. He was too shocked to respond, and before he knew it, Artemisia had pulled away.

“Better luck next time,” she winked, before taking the two chocobos and leading them back to the barn.

Prompto brought his fingers to his lips as the other guys rounded on him.

“What was that?!” Noctis practically screeched, shoving Prompto out of his reverie.

“All right, pipsqueak,” Gladio put him in a headlock. “Looks like you’ve got some moves after all.”

“I must admit,” Ignis quipped. “That was not quite the outcome I was expecting.”

Circle Of Life

Daveed Diggs x Reader
Words: 327
Prompt: something about a short person and the lion king

you may be thinking, why kenzy are you posting so many short fics in such a short amount of time. well here’s the answer!

i’m going to my dad’s this weekend, and bc i have to try and not die, i will probably not be on tumblr. i also rlly need to take care of my little sister  and make sure he’s not a dick to her. it’s basically just gonna be a big mess and while i probably will be writing, i don’t know. it’s just not the main focus for it.

but we have a four day weekend starting saturday so i’ll have plenty of time to write on tuesday and post everything i’ve been working on.

if you guys wanna talk and be friendly, i’m literally always on tumblr. introduce yourselves!

i dont have anything else to say except enjoy and that requests are open! x 

~

You waited anxiously outside of stage door for your boyfriend Daveed. He had decided to stay back to talk to Lin and Anthony, only notifying you a few minutes after curtains closed. Security had decided to leave you out in the cold, and so you found yourself leaning against a wall tiredly.

The loud creak of the stage door interrupted you from your thoughts. You turned to see Jasmine and Anthony walking out, biting your lip. “Is Daveed nearly done?” You asked, biting your lip anxiously.

“No hello?” Jasmine asked, pouting slightly. You rolled your eyes. “I’ve been waiting for him for nearly two hours now. I want to get home,” You stated, giving Jasmine a quick hug.

“How come they haven’t let you in?” Anthony asked, crossing his arms against his chest. You shrugged. “Security risk, apparently. Or maybe I look too much like a fan.” Both Anthony and Jasmine laughed.

“Well, the door’s still open. Just head in, he’s in the dressing room,” Anthony stated. You smiled. “Thanks Anthony, I’ll see you guys soon.”

You waved goodbye to your friends, nodding at the security guard and going to the dressing room. You smiled when catching sight of Daveed’s hair. “Babe!” You exclaimed, smiling wider than before. Daveed smiled back, opening his arms. You moved towards him quickly, squealing when he lifted you up in the air.

“It’s the circle of life!” He sang loudly, laughing.

You pouted. “Put me down!”

Daveed continued to sing, slowly putting you down when you began to sulk. “I’m sorry, I just wanted to have some fun,” Daveed said, pouting slightly. You turned your head away, ignoring him. “It’s just, you’re so cute and short.”

“Really?” You asked, turning and giving him a look. Daveed smirked, pulling you in for a hug.

“I’m sorry,” He repeated quietly, starting to play with your hair.

“It’s fine. But if you ever do that again, you’ll be lion on the cold, hard ground.”