i saw that quote and i must


“I must have dropped it, in all the excitement,” I said. “Just as well; I’ve no idea what to do with it. I’d likely have stabbed myself if I’d tried to use it.” 

Ned eyed Jamie censoriously over his half-spectacles. 

“Ye gave her a knife and didn’t teach her to use it?” 

“There wasna time, under the circumstances,” Jamie defended himself. “But Ned’s right, Sassenach. Ye should learn how to handle arms. There’s no tellin’ what may happen on the road, as ye saw last night.”

So I was marched out into the center of a clearing and the lessons began. Seeing the activity, several of the MacKenzie men came by to investigate, and stayed to offer advice. In no time, I had half a dozen instructors, all arguing the fine points of technique. After a good deal of amiable discussion, they agreed that Rupert was likely the best among them at dirks, and he took over the lesson. 

He found a reasonably flat spot, free of rocks and pine cones, in which to demonstrate the art of dagger-wielding.

“Look, lass,” he said. He held the dagger balanced on his middle finger, resting an inch or so below the haft. “The balance point, that’s where ye want to hold it, so it fits comfortable in yer hand.” I tried it with my dagger. When I had it comfortably fitted, he showed me the difference between an overhand strike and an underhanded stab

“Generally, ye want to use the underhand; overhand is only good when ye’re comin’ down on someone wi’ a considerable force from above.” He eyed me speculatively, then shook his head. 

“Nay, you’re tall for a woman, but even if ye could reach as high as the neck, ye wouldna have the force to penetrate, unless he’s sittin’. Best stick to underhand.” He pulled up his shirt, revealing a substantial furry paunch, already glistening with sweat. 

“Now, here,” he said, pointing to the center, just under the breastbone, “is the spot to aim for, if ye’re killin’ face to face. Aim straight up and in, as hard as ye can. That’ll go into the heart, and it kills wi’in a minute or two. The only problem is to avoid the breastbone; it goes down lower than ye think, and if ye get yer knife stuck in that soft bit on the tip, it will hardly harm yer victim at all, but ye’ll be wi’out a knife, and he’ll ha’ you. Murtagh! Ye ha’ a skinny back; come ’ere and we’ll show the lass how to stick from the back.” Spinning a reluctant Murtagh around, he yanked up the grubby shirt to show a knobbly spine and prominent ribs. He poked a blunt forefinger under the lower rib on the right, making Murtagh squeak in surprise.

“This is the spot in back— either side. See, wi’ all the ribs and such, ’tis verra difficult to hit anythin’ vital when ye stab in the back. If ye can slip the knife between the ribs, that’s one thing, but that’s harder to do than ye might think. But here, under the last rib, ye stab upward into the kidney. Get him straight up, and hell drop like a stone.” 

Rupert then set me to try stabbing in various positions and postures. As he grew winded, all the men took it in turns to act as victim, obviously finding my efforts hilarious. They obligingly lay on the grass or turned their backs so I could ambush them, or leaped at me from behind, or pretended to choke me so I could try to stab them in the belly. 

The spectators urged me on with cries of encouragement, and Rupert instructed me firmly not to pull back at the last moment. 

“Thrust as though ye meant it, lass,” he said. “Ye canna pull back if it’s in earnest. And if any o’ these laggards canna get themselves out of the way in time, they deserve what they get.”

I was timid and extremely clumsy at first, but Rupert was a good teacher, very patient and good about demonstrating moves, over and over. He rolled his eyes in mock lewdness when he moved behind me and put his arm about my waist, but he was quite businesslike about taking hold of my wrist to show me the way of ripping an enemy across the eyes. 

Dougal sat under a tree, minding his wounded arm and making sardonic comments on the training as it progressed. It was he, though, who suggested the dummy. 

“Give her something she can sink her dirk into,” he said, when I had begun to show some facility at lunging and jabbing. “It’s a shock, the first time.

U.S. women's hockey team boycott - USA Hockey takes another wrong turn in talks with women's team
Fielding replacement players during labor disputes has shown to be a futile negotiating tactic. But that's another lesson lost on USA Hockey in its bungled talks with its women's national team.

“Blake Bolden, a player for the NWHL’s Boston Pride, says she hasn’t been a member of the U.S. national team pool since 2014, so when she saw the USA Hockey email in her inbox Wednesday, “I didn’t even have to open it – I knew what it was about, and I thought, ‘Well, the national team women must be doing something right for things to get to this.’"It’s a bit desperate by USA Hockey,” Bolden added. “They’re going so far as to email every hockey player they can think of, or every player that was in the USA pool that they previously cut and told they were never going to reach out to again. And everyone I know is telling them, 'I support the national team.’”

Blake Bolden, a player for the NWHL’s Boston Pride, says she hasn’t been a member of the U.S. national team pool since 2014, so when she saw the USA Hockey email in her inbox Wednesday, “I didn’t even have to open it – I knew what it was about, and I thought, ‘Well, the national team women must be doing something right for things to get to this.’

"It’s a bit desperate by USA Hockey,” Bolden added. “They’re going so far as to email every hockey player they can think of, or every player that was in the USA pool that they previously cut and told they were never going to reach out to again. And everyone I know is telling them, 'I support the national team.
From the first time I saw you, I knew you weren’t made for this world. You didn’t share everyone’s thoughts and opinions and you were the only one who could see how wrong they were. You were above all of them and I’ve always been proud of that. I forgot how lonely you must’ve been, all alone in a world that doesn’t understand you.
—  giulswrites

Veni, vidi, vici.” I came, I saw, I conquered.
As a comment it always struck Vimes as a bit too pat. It wasn’t the sort of thing you came up with on the spur of the moment, was it? It sounded as if he had worked it out. He’d probably spent long evenings in his tent, looking up in the dictionary short words beginning with V and trying them out… Veni, vermini, vomui, I came, I got ratted, I threw up? Visi, vereni, vamoosi, I visited, I caught an embarrassing disease, I ran away? It must have been a big relief to come up with three short acceptable words. He probably made them up first, and then went off to see somewhere and conquer it.

– on catchy phrases | Terry Pratchett, Jingo

At Eliza and Hamilton's Wedding
  • Angelica: That stuff with us is in the past. We talked about that.
  • Hamilton: I know, but that was before you saw me in this dope ass tux. I mean you must be freaking out.
  • Angelica: Oh, I really am. I'm really into rented clothes. I love how many butts have been in them.
She was a mess,
a walking catastrophe,
a nightmare of a person,
yet a dream to me
She was a loner,
I must confess.
People only loved her
when they saw her undress
She never saw me,
but I watched from afar.
She had her own orbit,
she was a shooting star.
She was certainly strange,
as odd as they come
I think I could learn from her
and all she has done
One day I asked her name,
I said “Hi, I’m Julia”
She said her look is a cover,
“don’t let the outside fool you”
She sat next to me
with a beer in her hand,
then she told me to chug it
and we never talked again
—  J.DeLissio, Day 160, “That Girl From High School”
I once said we’d cross paths again. That one day we’d be able to be in each other’s lives. 12 days ago was the day I’d waited what seemed like an eternity for. We agreed to meet in the bar we always used to meet in, about 6ish. I must have smoked at least 7 cigarettes before going in. I know you hate the smell of smoke but I don’t have to please you anymore. I was so nervous. Dear, my heart was racing harder than it did the first night you kissed me. As soon as I saw you it was like nothing had happened. We were straight back to a year ago, you talking about work and how much you hate the world. It seemed like a lifetime since I’d last saw you. We sat for hours and just forgot about everyone else. When it was time to part ways you asked if I was coming back to stay. You have no idea how difficult it was for me to say no. I hugged you, not knowing if I’d ever see you again and darling I never wanted to let you go. The world used to stand still when I was in your arms but now my body belongs to someone else but you’ll always have a piece of my heart.
—  I’ve missed you terribly
Look down the long valley and there stands a mountain
That someone has said is the end of the world.
Then what of this river that having arisen
Must find where to pour itself into and empty?
I never saw so much swift water run cloudless.
Oh, I have been often too anxious for rivers
To leave it to them to get out of their valleys.
The truth is the river flows into the canyon
Of Ceasing-to Question-What-Doesn’t-Concern-Us,
As sooner of later we have to cease somewhere.
No place to get lost like too far in the distance.
It may be a mercy the dark closes round us
So broodingly soon in every direction.
The world as we know is an elephant’s howdah;
The elephant stands on the back of a turtle;
The turtle in turn on a rock in the ocean.
And how much longer a story has science
Before she must put out the light on the children
And tell them the rest of the story is dreaming?
‘You children may dream it and tell it tomorrow.’
Time was we were molten, time was we were vapor.
What set us on fire and what set us revolving,
Lucretius the Epicurean might tell us
'Twas something we knew all about to begin with
And needn’t have fared into space like his master
To find 'twas the effort, the essay of love.
—  Robert Frost, “Too Anxious for Rivers” (my favorite for World Poetry Day)

I’ve had this comic in my head for a while now, ever since I first saw this quote from Mercy on a Blog. The rise and fall of Overwatch, of Morrison and Reyes’ friendship - its just so tragic. I feel sorry for Mercy as after the explosion and losing her comrades, get interrogated by the UN, she must have felt lonely :(
any who, here’s some feels :3

When I saw him looking up like that I knew that I loved him, and that it was for always. It was as if my heart turned over, and I knew that it was for always. It’s a strange feeling – when you know quite certainly in yourself that something is for always. It’s like what death must be.
—  Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
I finally saw the two of you together and I must admit I was happy because I finally got to see the smile you never gave me. I finally got to see your eyes light up the way they never did at me. I finally got to see you laugh the way you never did with me. I was happy to see you happy and that’s all that mattered to me even if I’m not the reason anymore.
—  t.i You look so beautiful when you’re happy I am glad someone has done all the things I wished I could have done.

I walked away from the Last Great Time War. I marked the passing of the Time Lords. I saw the birth of the universe, and I watched as time ran out, moment by moment, until nothing remained. No time, no space. Just me. I’ve walked in universes where the laws of physics were devised by the mind of a madman. I’ve watched universes freeze and creations burn. I have seen things you wouldn’t believe. I have lost things you will never understand. And I know things. Secrets that must never be told. Knowledge that must never be spoken.

[MEMO] 170314

Solar : “I’ve made a comeback after a long hiatus.
“Good to see you, good to see you” *
You guys are going to tell me I’m millions of years late huh??” (trans)
(*popular (couple years back) reference to a line from a drama)

“ “Chukachukachu~" 
Who knows this reference?? I’ll give the person who knows this a gift.” (trans)

“Hul, you got it.
It’s BoA sunbaenim’s song, who I love.
The MooMoo who got it right must be my age. Hi friend.” (trans)

“Did everyone eat?
What have you been up to recently” (trans)

“Yes I saw the drum dance practive ㅎㅎ
And yes, I’ve been doing well too ㅎㅎ
I was worried, but thank you for liking it^^” (trans


“It is a curious thing, (…) but perhaps those who are best suited to power are those who have never sought it. Those who, like you, have leadership thrust upon them, and take up the mantle because they must, and find to their own surprise that they wear it well.” [insp.]

Saizo: *eating dango on the roof*
Kotaro: *tries to climb up to him* Notice me, senpai! ❤
Saizo: *kicks him off of the roof* Hmmm? What was that? Ah, must have been a fly.
Saizo: what a psycho
—  Hey there! Thanks a bunch for the quote, it gave me an idea so I edited it a little, would you be okay with that? I’ll credit you either way, don’t worry! Have a lovely day full of 2D samurai boiis. <3

@incorrectslbp You’re welcome love. (This came after I saw how obsessed Fuma was with Saizo, so- XD)