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Sometimes I feel myself getting stuck in a CAS rut and a lot of my sims end up looking very similar. I’ve seen these types of click and drag generators often as writing resources, or as silly games to predict the “future” and thought it might be interesting to tailor it and incorporate it directly into the sims so I’ve thrown a quick one together. Everything is still quite open-ended so it’s all up for personal interpretation, it’s just a push to get you started. 

*Note: I included alien and vampire under gender. If you get one of these options, feel free to drag again until you get male/female to determine the gender, or choose it yourself. Like I said this isn’t set in stone and is more for inspiration than hardcore rules. If you don’t have the vampire pack, just pull a different result. No biggie.

By no means do I take any form of credit for this idea, I’m sure it’s probably even been done on simblr in the past, I just wanted to throw my hat in the ring and thought I’d share it with all you lovelies as well. x

Might make a fun challenge too? tag your creations as #clickanddragcas or something and see what this prompts us all to make maybe idk!! just have fun nd make cute sims

Not sure how many have spoke publicly* on this already however I predict a Black American actor will make some sort of statement very soon regarding Black British actors in Hollywood.

With the casting of Cynthia Erivo as Harriet Tubman and Daniel Kaluuya the lead in Get Out, I’ve noticed a lot of concerns and questions being raised.

On a related note: Arnold Oceng recently shared a story about being at an audition and seeing Morris Chestnut (possibly going up for the same role, idk). Basically, Morris Chestnut expressed a lot of frustration on the issue, not knowing Arnold, a British actor was sitting within earshot of his rant. 

*I only recall Spike Lee


folkin around // panic! at the disco

anonymous asked:

This is really silly, but if the Phantom Thieves were dogs, what breed would everyone be?

I’m sorry, I think you typed ‘silly’ when you meant to type ‘adorable’ lol. Thank you for such a cute request!! ^^ I hope you like it!


  • Akira seems like he’d be a… Siberian Husky!
  • He’s loyal, mischievous, and extremely intelligent.
  • Resourcefulness and craftiness are also common traits that Akira shares with this breed.
  • Huskies are also very adaptable, and they only require the bare minimum amount of food despite their size. In the game, it’s implied that Akira doesn’t eat much. :(
  • Much like the breed, Akira’s also a bit of a socialite, and he’s willing to lend a hand to those in need.
  • He’s got a thick head of hair, too, and it’s very fluffy and soft.


  • Everything about Ryuji screams… Shiba Inu!
  • Shibas are quite finicky upon first meeting strangers, but when they become more acquainted with people, they are very upbeat and loyal.
  • It’s similar to Ryuji, since he comes off as slightly hostile and suspicious. However, he is fiercely devoted to his friends after he grows and fights with them.
  • He is a very good boy.
  • Ryuji, like a Shiba, is very strong-willed, and he enjoys being active.
  • Training and educating Shibas is actually quite complicated; they can be ‘stubborn’, and they’ll only do things on their own terms or when they feel like it.
  • Sound familiar?


  • This might have been predictable, but Ann seems to be a… Poodle!
  • Similar to a Poodle, she is somewhat standoffish toward strangers and protective of those she loves.
  • At times, Ann can act playful with her loved ones, and she marches to the beat of her own drum with her head held high. i am proud
  • They come off as ‘superficial’ or ‘fake’, but Poodles are abundantly loyal and loving once you get to know them.
  • Plus, both Ann and Poodles have great hair!


  • Yusuke is definitely going to be a… Borzoi!
  • Borzois are tall and nimble; other traits to note are their sensibility, intelligence, and quiet demeanor.
  • Also like Borzois, Yusuke is known to have an independent way of thinking, and he has a tendency to be quite stubborn.
  • He isn’t very shy when it comes to expressing himself, and he’s trusting of people that are close to him.
  • Yusuke’s also very sleek and docile, much like the breed.
  • A beautiful and pleasant boy.


  • Makoto strikes me as a… Doberman!
  • We all know she’s extremely intelligent as well as incredibly agile.
  • She’s protective of her loved ones, but she’s not aggressive or violent unless prompted.
  • Similar to Dobermans, Makoto’s quick to catch on and she likes to keep herself busy.
  • She’s also a natural leader, and she’ll act very cute with people she’s close to.
  • Honestly, she’s just wonderful.


  • Futaba is going to be a… Papillon!
  • She’s excitable, independent, and has a reputation for being mischievous with those she’s close to.
  • Not to mention she’s absolutely brilliant, and bold when she wants to be.
  • Papillons can be quite alert; that trait is a necessity for Futaba considering her position on the team. She’ll also utilize that when she’s in public and constantly on her guard.
  • She’s very reliable, so she’ll definitely guide her teammates on the right path.
  • Great hair.


  • A great breed for Haru would be a… Maltese!
  • She’s got such a sweet, gentle temperament, which is the most notable trait in this breed.
  • Haru’s well-learned too, and she’s fearless in dangerous situations.
  • She was raised to be docile and composed, but she’s very affectionate for the people she trusts most.
  • Hints of playfulness can be seen in Haru throughout the game; she giggles so much. if you listen closely you can hear me faint every time
  • L: So. Who broke it? I’m not mad. I just want to know.
  • A: I did. I broke it...
  • L: No. No, you didn’t. Mello?
  • Mello: Don’t look at me. Look at Near.
  • Near: What?! I didn’t break it.
  • Mello: Huh. That’s weird. How did you even know it was broken?
  • Near: Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken!
  • Mello: Suspicious.
  • Near: No it’s not!
  • Matt: If it matters, probably not... Beyond was the last one to use it.
  • Beyond: Liar! I don’t even drink that crap!
  • Matt: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
  • Beyond: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Matt!
  • A: Alright let's not fight. I broke it, let me pay for it, L.
  • L: No. Who broke it?
  • Mello: [whispering] L, Linda's been awfully quiet...
  • Linda: Really?!
  • Mello: Yes, really!
  • L: I broke it. It burned my hand so I kicked it. I predict ten minutes from now, they’ll be at each other’s throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

accidental-rambler  asked:

“I’m in a bookshop and I really need to get that book but I'd rather get on my toes and jump at the shelf and do every single ridiculous thing to reach it than ask for your help, oh wait, you've read that book, let's have an aggressive in-depth discussion about it." for nessian au, pretty please :) (bc height difference and bookworm Nesta are life!)

(they really and truly are. Okay i had a go??) 

Azriel emerges from the backroom with a large box full of new books to put out onto the shelves. He and Cassian had agreed to watch Amren’s book store for a few hours while she ‘did things’, which was all the information either of them had gotten on the matter. Az doesn’t mind, he enjoys working in the shop. Cassian sets up at the front of house and talks to the customers and deals with that side of things, leaving him free to sort out the backroom which, inevitably, is always a mess. 

Glancing over at his brother as he begins to set up the display at the front of the till he notes the way he’s standing. Both elbows are braced on the desk in front of him, his chin propped on his hands, gazing across the room with unwavering focus. 

Azriel spots the girl who’s become the unfortunate object of Cassian’s attention and frowns. A few years younger than them, by the looks of it, petite, brown hair that turns golden when the light hits in the right way, a neat dress on. Pretty, he supposes, but not worth the intense focus Cassian is levelling her way.

“You’re staring,” he says pointedly, hoping this will direct Cass’ attention elsewhere. 

It doesn’t. He only gets an irritable wave of one of Cassian’s massive hands, he doesn’t even turn to look at him as he does so. “It’s a slow day,” he says, as though this explains anything, “She’s very entertaining.” 

Frowning, Az sets down his box and pads noiselessly over to the counter for a better look at the woman. She seems to have her eyes on one of the books on the top shelf but, coming in at just a little over five feet, she’s having some difficulty getting the one she wants. 

Az sighs, “Why don’t you go over there and help her?” he suggests, shaking his head. 

Cassian turns to him with a look on his face that implies he’s just said the stupidest thing he’s ever heard in his entire life. “But this is much more fun,” he says, a wicked grin spreading across his face. 

“She’s going to hurt herself,” Az says, casting a wary eye over her again, fearing for the straining muscles in her shoulders as she reaches for the book again. 

He makes to slide out from behind the counter but Cassian grabs his wrist. “We’re right here,” he says, that annoying smirk firmly back in place, “She can ask us for help any time she wants. You know Amren’s policy is not to bother the customers.” 

Azriel glowers, “I’m sure she wouldn’t want us to have to send a customer to hospital because you miraculously decided to start following the rules,” he comments drily. 

Cassian irritably flaps his hands again in a shushing motion, then gestures back towards the woman, now apparently looking around for something to stand on. Cassian slaps a ten pound note down on the table, “I give her five minutes before she’s over here begging for one of us to help her get her book.” 

Azriel eyes her again with an appraising look, then rummages in his own pocket and pulls out a ten pound note of his own, far less creased than Cassian’s and lays it neatly on top, “Not a chance,” he says simply. 

As predicted, Azriel is correct. Five minutes later he scoops up the money, Cassian grumbling irritably with his hands shoved deep in his pockets, and the woman is still doing everything she can think of save simply asking for their help. When she gets to the stage of piling books out of her bag on top of one another to reach the shelf above, however, Azriel nudges Cassian in the ribs and orders him to go and help her. Now. 

Huffing, and throwing Az a vulgar gesture over his shoulder, Cassian moves towards her. 

“Need a hand, sweetheart?” Is how Cass chooses to open proceedings and Az groans, shaking his head. He resists burying his face in his hands only because he wants to fix this moment perfectly in his memory for the rest of his life. 

The woman gives him a truly withering glare that would have caused any man save Cassian to shrivel before it and then replies with forced, terse politeness that no, she does not need help from some overlarge, hulking busybody, thank you very much. 

Azriel’s eyebrows raise in approval even as he watches his brother cock his head at her, sizing her up, a new worthy opponent to distract him from the slow day they’re having. “By all means, knock yourself out, sweetheart,” he drawls, crossing his arms over his chest and stepping back to watch her struggle, smirking. 

“Don’t call me that,” she snaps at him, eyebrows narrowing. 

“Well if I knew your name, I wouldn’t have to resort to it…Sweetheart,” he replies with a casual smirk, laying a delicate emphasis on the petname. Azriel is thinking he should have started another bet before Cass left him, namely on how long he could pull this shit with her without having his head ripped off, which she looks altogether too capable of doing. 

She isn’t forthcoming with her name, she only turns away from him, as though he isn’t worth the breath it would take to spit out a scathing reply, and turns back to the bookshelf with renewed determination. 

Cassian simply watches as she climbs onto her teetering pile of books, reaches, stretches, jumps, snarls, and mutters a string of highly amusing curses that Azriel has never heard before in her attempts to reach the book. 

When, however, she actually starts climbing on the shelves in her bid to grab the damn thing however, Cassian starts forwards in alarm. Not a moment too soon, either, as a second later her foot slips and with a gasp she topples from the shelf, right into Cassian’s waiting arms. 

He sets her gently on her feet, looking a little shellshocked and she manages to grit out a stiff, “Thank you,” not looking at him. Before she can attempt any more dramatics in the pursuit of fine literature, Cass reaches up and tugs a copy of the book down, pressing it into her arms. 

Amazingly, she opens her mouth to snap at him but he cuts her off firmly, “You have good taste, sweetheart,” picking up her pile of books he carries them towards the counter, “Why don’t you go home and read it rather than ending up in hospital trying, okay?” 

She glowers at him but salvages her pride, lifts her chin, and marches towards Azriel. Cassian trails her like a lost puppy, watching her now with hungry eyes. He elbows Az out of the way to ring her up himself, studying the book she’d picked, “Let me know what you think of it when you’re done,” he says, “It’s a good read.” 

“I’ve already read it,” she says coolly, digging in her bag for her purse, having replaced the pile of books she’d attempted to use earlier as a footstool. Then she looks up at Cassian, eyes slightly narrowed, “You’ve read it too?” 

He grins almost wickedly, leaning casually against the counter, “Of course I have,” he smirks. When she further narrows her eyes, as though she doesn’t believe him, he launches into a debate about one of his favourite characters who was brutally killed off far too early, in his opinion. 

She fires up at once in response to this, seeing red and ranting at him about how necessary that death was, how it had to happen, how the story would have been flat and meaningless without it. After fifteen minutes of hot bickering back and forth, neither of them stopping long enough to breathe in between bouts, she catches sight of the clock behind the counter and jumps, blushing faintly. 

“I have to go,” she mumbles, pulling the book off of the counter and stuffing it into her bag. 

Daringly, in Az’s opinion, Cassian reaches across the table and takes her hand, staring straight into this beautiful blue-gray eyes, “I’m free at five,” he offers quietly, “There’s a nice little coffee shop just down the street we could continue this in.” Azriel isn’t sure if she catches it, but he can hear the hopeful note in his brother’s voice. 

She stares at him for a long moment, weighing, considering, then, “My name is Nesta,” is all she says, before turning and heading towards the door. 

The smile that spreads across Cassian’s face in answer might have implied that he’d just won the lottery, rather than potentially secured a date with a woman who seems just as likely to devour him as to get on with him. Az just claps him on the shoulder in a universal gesture that implies he’s going to need a lot of luck to get through this, then shuffles back down into the storeroom, leaving Cassian standing at the till and grinning from ear to ear. 

Hero? No Need.

Originally posted by nooowestayandgetcaught

Requested by anonymous:

“Do you think you would ever write for Reggie Mantle?? I know he is no Jughead, but Ja'dore 😍. If you did do you think that you could do one where the reader and Cheryl are Bffs and they grew up hanging out with Reg. But since high school things are different. Maybe he stands up to Chuck? I don’t know, but I would appreciate it. You really have a talent and I love you 😘😘”

Warnings: Fluff, swearing 

Notes: This gif makes me laugh lmao but yes I love Reggie!!! I’m so sad Ross isn’t playing him in season 2 and that we haven’t gotten to see his character develop :( x

“Are you here yet?” 

“I’m walking in to school now.”

“Would you hurry your virgin ass up?” Cheryl huffed which caused *yn* to roll her eyes but still smile slightly at her all too predictable best friend.

“Would you relax your tyrannical ass Cher? I’ll be two minutes tops.” *yn* teased, hanging up before Cheryl could get another snarky remark in. 

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Maths notes! I had my first maths exam on Wednesday, and I’ve got 5 left, so I’m pretty much just doing maths at the moment. Also I got an A* in my physics paper and I’m so happy because I’m definitely going to be predicted an A* now! I’ve only got to get one more to apply to Cambridge :)

Yana’s favorite tropes

Today I feel like adressing one of the most popular topics in the Kuroshitsuji fandom, the BL subtext. The male on male fanservice has always been prominent in the series, has stirred up controversy, attracted many. annoyed some, and even spawned a funny rumor that the manga was supposed to be a yaoi one. The last statement, which has aready been proved false, has it’s roots in the author’s past as a yaoi artist and the shota BL works that she published under her pen name Yanao Rock. For this post I decided to read one of those works, Glamorous Lip, a one-shot consisting in six different short stories, and take note of the similarities with Yana’s current and most prominent work, Kuroshitsuji

First I want to note that with these observations I am not trying to prove a point or encourage any particular view of the manga, I simply thought that getting to know the author’s tastes might help to make future predictions on the current storyline. 

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Originally posted by bangtanjaemi

genre: slight supernatural au, smut, light bondage

BACKGROUND: Jin had the power to read everyone’s future, all except yours. You use this to your advantage and surprise him with a night you were sure he was never going to forget. Loving how you always had the element of surprise when it came to the boy who knew everything

AUTHORS NOTE: This was supposed to be a supernatural story with all my usual angst and shit but for some reason it got to sexual and teasing and I have no regrets. Hope you like it! ;) Will edit mistakes later! 

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Divided: Part 19

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff

Word Count: 2527

Summary: In the fall out from the fight, your team finds it’s self divided as deals are made and grievances are aired

Authors Note:  Ok, I hope you all enjoyed the shit storm that was part 18, we are nearing the end now and things will be wrapping up. Also there is a small flashback in this part, portrayed by use of italics, so hopefully y’all get that. I always love hearing from you all, so drop a line with thoughts or predictions!  Tagging is open, just ask, if you are on my tag list and your username has changed PLEASE let me know!

Divided: 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 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18

“Those are the terms, take them or don’t. I will have my revenge either way.” T’Challa speaks plainly, not attempting to hide the impatience in his voice. You shift uncomfortably, your restraints rubbing painfully against your wrists as you look up at Natasha and Tony, discussing your fate with the King, without even glancing at you.

“Just to confirm,” Tony starts, his exasperated tone dripping with sarcasm, “We give you Y/N, under the condition that she will not be harmed, and you keep your mouth shut towards Ross about the exact nature of how Cap and Barnes escaped?” T’Challa nods sharply, eyeing Natasha up and down.

“No deal.” Natasha growls her arms crossing as she stands back from T’Challa, glaring at Tony. “What the hell do you mean no deal?” Tony whips around towards her his eyebrows rising, “You do understand that if he tells Ross what you did, then they will be coming for you too, right?”

“Then they come for me, it’s better than turning over my friend to a killer.” Natasha spits back, taking a defiant stance. Tony’s hand flies up to his hair, anxiously pulling at his dark locks.

“Curious that you are worried about your friend in my company, but so easy to relinquish her to the assassin.” T’Challa’s eyebrows rise as he looks at Natasha, his gaze flashing to your gagged and struggling form on the ground.

“Listen, Nat.” Tony whispers, turning to Natasha, his back now to T’Challa. “Do you have any idea where Ross might put them? In the most extreme case… it’s not good. We have a King’s word that she will not be harmed… and she can handle herself. You may not believe me but I’m trying to keep Y/N safe. After the shit she’s pulled…” His eyebrows rise imploringly, trying desperately to appeal to her logical side, “she’ll be safest far away from Ross’s grip.”

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Dream Journals and Dream Work

What are Dream Journals?

Dream Journals are notebooks or journals that contain information recorded about one’s sleep patterns and dreams. These dreams recorded can be everything from simple dreams, to dream interpretations, to nightmares, to daydreams/waking dreams and self reflections on one’s own dreams. To a witch who does dream work, they are also important record keeping books used to write down own’s notes on dream divination, astral travel, dream walking, visions, lucid dreaming, spells and their effects.

What can I put in my Dream Journal?

All sorts of things! But some suggestions on what to put in it:

  • Dream Records
  • Dream Interpretations
  • Your nightly routines
  • Sleep records
  • How you feel before and after going to bed
  • Nightmares and the effects of them
  • Correspondences in Dream Work/Dream Magic
    • Crystals, herbs, incense, colors, animals, etc
  • Astral Travel notes and experiences
  • Daydreams you have and how they make you feel
  • Memorable dreams you had years ago that you still remember and why you may still recall them
  • Illustrations and doodles from daydreams or dreams
  • Images of things that keep reappearing in your dreams
  • Dream Divination predictions and results
  • “Deja vu” events that happen that relate to a dream you had
  • Tea and potion recipes for sleep or dreams
  • Meditation exercises/breathing exercises
  • Favorite types of dreams (ie: flying dreams)
  • Notes on recurring dreams or nightmares
  • Information on nocturnal creatures/beings that can effect or enter dreams
    • Perhaps your own experiences with them
  • Sleep spells and dream spells
  • Notes on said spells
  • Dream encounters with deities and entities
  • Lucid Dreaming notes
  • Conditions in which you are sleeping in that night
    • Location, stuffed animals, blankets you’re using, number of pillows, if there is light or music/sound, etc

How do I take notes on Dream Spells?

This is a question I get rather often. Dream spells can be more difficult to ‘keep records’ of in a sense that their effects happen when you are asleep rather than your waking life. Well here are some images of how I take notes of my dream spells straight from one of my own Dream Journals.

First, I write down what spell I am using. Here I list the spell, the ingredients in the spell and what they are suppose to contribute to this spell, my intent and things that I feel should also be noted related to the spell. Here I am trying to work on a spell to improve my dream experience and my dream recall as well as see if I can still lucid dream while using this spell. I made note of where I put this crystal sachet and also the food I ate before going to bed.

Immediately the next morning I began notes in my Dream Journal about the dream I had the night before. Here I speak of what I can remember visually and “plot-wise”.

I then recorded how I was when I first woke up. In this case I felt a bit tired though this is most likely due to the fact I slept longer than I usually do and how I did not immediately recall my dream until I had been moving around a bit.

After that I began notes on my spell and how each thing either did or didn’t do its job. I then began dream interpretations in both the sense of how they are interpreted by the book and in some cases how I personally feel about certain things.

After my interpretations had finished I read over them again and made a summary of what the dream most likely meant.

I finished this particular Dream Journal entry with other miscellaneous notes such as what time frame I slept, how I wish to prepare for bed tonight and notes on the spell and some changes to it I am considering after some more trials.

I hope this has been helpful to anyone new to Dream Work and Dream Journals. Treat them as you would a Book of Shadows and a Grimoire, they are a magical tool to help you. They are highly personal, use whatever you wish in them. I personally like using notebooks and mine are rarely super artistic. But make them how you wish to make them, they are an extension of your craft. Good luck and happy witching~

Okay…let’s get started with my review on the latest chapter of The Freshman Book 3…Kaitlyn lovers, I’m sorry, but I’m about to let loose on this bitch. This will be a long post…

Originally posted by illbebachinaminuet

So…we’re still at the concert with that big ass brawl happening. MC acting all helpless and shit and keeps getting pushed around. Zig, my baby, gets her up and out of the club. MC locks eyes with Kaitlyn, as a signal or something, basically letting each other know that they’ll meet outside. I’m thinking she’s gonna come to MC and ask her if she’s okay but then this bitch does this

Of course, I had this reaction

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so i definitely have some criticism for the art book

1: mystery girl is whitewashed in amb.er cragg’s roller skating drawing. her skin is about as light as pearls.

2: the bismuth page has some very biased+unfair notes by sugar but that’s already been covered

3: this quote about an episode where garnet tries fortune telling but scares people with her predictions; “steven tries to get garnet to be a little softer when talking to people but garnet says ‘you can’t put trigger warnings on this kind of realness.’ ” as if people were “triggered” by what she said?? oh yeah becky sucrose people should just suck it up if they’re having a breakdown am i right haha /s. ignoring the totally inaccurate definition of triggered what garnet is saying sucks. mean-ness should be a reaction not an action. im sure this is old but if rebecca put this in her product i doubt she’s changed.

4: ill scan the page later but there’s a clearly black-coded gem that can’t read and idk how nobody realized the implications of that? and there’s another gem on the same page that sort of looks like a transmisogynist caricature

and im not saying i hated the book. these are just my criticisms, not my general impression


Klebold: We’re hoping. We’re hoping. I hope we kill 250 of you. It will be the most nerveracking
15 minutes of my life, after the bombs are set and we’re waiting to charge through
the school. Seconds will be like hours. I can’t wait. I’ll be shaking like a leaf.
Harris: I hope people have flashbacks. [making shooting noises while aiming his shotgun]
Isn’t it fun to get the respect we’re going to deserve? We don’t give a shit because we’re going
to die doing it.

It’s getting late; Eric looks at his watch and says it’s 1:28 am on March 15. Dylan says people
will note the date and time when watching it.

Klebold: [predicting his parents’ feelings of regret] If only we could have reached them sooner,
or found this tape.
Harris: [also predicting] If only we would have searched their room. If only we would have
asked the right questions. [talks about his mother being thoughtful, bringing him candy and Slim Jims] I really am sorry about all this.
Klebold: They gave me my fucking life. It’s up to me what I do with it.

Kuro 128 Prediction

This isn’t exactly a theory since it’s closer to something I think could immediately happen. So we already know that 127 ended with Sebastian and Ciel finding Agni and Soma. The attackers (assuming they’re Sirius and Polaris respectively) are gone, but for whatever reason, left Soma in the closet- if the knife wielder (Polaris) was strong enough to take on Agni, then breaking a door should have been no problem for him.

My prediction: The assassins are still in the townhouse.

Polaris stabbed Agni in the back to stop him from attacking Sirius, who tried to shoot Soma. In the chaos, Sirius slipped away and Agni locked Soma up. After Polaris killed Agni, he also left the scene. This is when Ciel and Sebastian arrived. Like everyone else, I think it’s likely Ciel is the real “target” here and this attack was a warning.

Anyway, my version of events goes like this: Polaris kills Agni –> he hears Ciel’s carriage pull up –> he doesn’t have time to get Soma before Sebastian arrives –> he goes into hiding, likely wherever Sirius went.

Side note: We only saw Sirius come through the front door in 127, which begs the question of where Polaris came from. I think he either broke (stealthily) into the house when Soma and Agni were having their conversation about Ciel, or broke in through the front door when Sirius took out his gun, distracting both Soma and Agni. 

The main point: I think Sebastian and Ciel arrived at the exact same time the fight between Polaris and Agni ended. And next chapter won’t change scenery because Polaris and Sirius are still in the townhouse, plotting their next move now that Ciel’s here. Of course, I could be completely wrong and reading too much into the technical details.

When we last talked to Jeremy, he was living a relatively stable life making imaginary gold in World Of Warcraft and then selling it for real-life money. In a turn of events that literally everyone involved should have seen coming, the game’s parent company started clamping down. That company – Blizzard – doesn’t like any gaming marketplace that doesn’t cut them in.

WOW had actually been slowly but surely losing players for years, and farmers like Jeremy were already hurting. A new expansion called Legion was expected to be a huge draw for new players, though, and it was – big time. However, it included some new features and rule changes that intentionally screwed the world’s hard-working gold farmers.

A year or so ago, Jeremy could sell gold for about $0.30 per 1,000 gold (which you’ll note is a higher exchange rate than many actual foreign currencies get), but that price has effectively been cut in half. This predictably sent the market into chaos.

“February was the last straw,” Jeremy lamented. “I logged on to sell my haul of gold, and I found that it had gone down by half. I think my heart stopped.” Jeremy seized a bit and sold what he had, only to watch prices soar back up to 50 percent above their norm. “If I waited I would have made a killing. Now I couldn’t afford rent. 

5 Hard Lessons After Spending A Decade Farming Gold On WoW

When Mamamoo and Red Velvet Hang Out
  • Joy: Who broke the coffee pot? I’m not mad, I just want to know.
  • Seulgi: ... I did. I broke it.
  • Joy: No. No, you didn’t. Solar?
  • Solar: Don’t look at me, look at Byul.
  • Moonbyul: What?! I didn’t break it!
  • Solar: Huh, that’s weird. How’d you even know it was broken?
  • Moonbyul: Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken!
  • Solar: Suspicious.
  • Moonbyul: No, it’s not!
  • Wheein: Psst... If it matters, probably not... Hwasa was the last one to use it.
  • Hwasa: Liar! I don’t even drink that crap!
  • Wheein: Oh, really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
  • Hwasa: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Wheein!
  • Seulgi: Okay, let’s not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Joy.
  • Joy: No! Who broke it?!
  • Solar: *whispering* Well, Irene's been awfully quiet this whole time.
  • Irene: *death glare* oh reALLY
  • *Yelling ensues*
  • *Camera pans to Joy*
  • Joy: I broke it. It burned my hand, so I punched it. I predict that ten minutes from now they’ll be at each other’s throats with war paint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.
  • Joy: Well, good. It was getting awfully chummy in here.