Why I Switched My Endorsement from Clinton to Trump

As most of you know, I had been endorsing Hillary Clinton for president, for my personal safety, because I live in California. It isn’t safe to be a Trump supporter where I live. And it’s bad for business too. But recently I switched my endorsement to Trump, and I owe you an explanation. So here it goes.

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There are those who seek me a lifetime but never we meet,
And those I kiss but who trample me beneath ungrateful feet.

At times I seem to favor the clever and the fair,
But I bless all those who are brave enough to dare.

By large, my ministrations are soft-handed and sweet,
But scorned, I become a difficult beast to defeat.

For though each of my strikes lands a powerful blow,
When I kill, I do it slow …

—  A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J. Maas

i like the parallels between Ichigo defeating Renji and then giving him the courage to chase after his dream and Rukia, and Rukia coming back after Soul Society arc to give Ichigo a kick in the pants to quit moping for not protecting Orihime and basically just tells him to become stronger, face what you fear (himself and his hollow) and the only failure was to quit trying.

Emma’s death theory

I’m really glad we are getting to dive into Emma’s character here. I am hoping that this arc can give us what we were hoping the Dark Swan arc was supposed to. 

I have to suspects for which i think Emma is/ could be fighting against. 
Either herself or the EQ. 

Now I think the EQ would be the most obvious suspect. 

#1. Lana is not seen anywhere with the group of friends. so it gives a possibility. 

#2 Hyde said your villain is someone you are going to try an help/ advocate for. I can definitely see Emma trying to do this for the Evil Queen, despite all that she throws at them simply because she is a part of Regina and she never wants to intentionally hurt Regina. 

#3 its always been The Savior coming to Storybrooke to defeat the Evil Queen.

The reason why I think it will be some weird Emma vs Emma is…..

#1the playing out of her own story. She has these darker demons that she never really fully faced. And we found with the oracle and Rumple that visions arent always what we think they are going to be.  

#2 This would give a twist on how to get Emma to face her demons without actually killing the character.

Regardless of who is under the hood, I dont think Emma is actually going to die, die. 

If i had it my way, I would want Emma to get stabbed. And then Hook trying to save her with a true love kiss or heartsplit or something and it not working. And then here comes running Regina to the rescue. VIVA LA SWANQUEEN

anonymous asked:

It seems people don't know the feathered serpent was a sun god, but there had been five and his reign as son god lasted only a short time. He dethroned the one before him before getting defeated too.

I think what people are questioning is not that Quetzalcoatl was a sun in the Five Suns cycle, but that he is no longer the “current” sun, therefore to describe him primarily in terms of being a sun god is dubious. Same with the human sacrifice–maybe he accepted it at some point, but there’s a larger episode where he refuses it. Of course, myths do not have to follow strict timelines or canons.

The point is, the game’s writers could have penned this short sequence with Quetzalcoatl any way they wished, but they decided on two things that are potentially contentious. There are plenty of ways to describe Quetzalcoatl that do not involve solar or sacrificial monikers, like focusing on his form of the feathered serpent, his scuffles with Tezcatlipoca, or his roles as a god of wind or learning. Or, they could have just used Tezcatlipoca instead! They had so many options, but decided instead to go with the most tenuous possibility. But that’s SMT4A’s approach to mythology for you.

(According to Dijeh, in this screen of the same scene in JP, Quetz is saying “devote yourself to the sun.)



I remember lying in the snow watching the grey winter sky above me. I remember how cold the snowflakes were on my cheeks and the warmth of the redness beneath me. I couldn’t tell you what fear felt like, but I knew the bitter taste of defeat. My wings battered and broken. Feathers scattered, half buried in the snow. I did not shiver, my body gave up seeking warmth. There was no pain. Only the numbness of winter was welcomed.

Someone spoke softly.

A warm hand found mine in the snow and squeezed it gently. My eyes searched to find a boy hovering over me. His eyes brilliantly flecked with every shade of green and gold. I remember smiling. Feeling the most comfort I had in awhile. With my last breath, the darkness embraced me.


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The most beautiful people I know are those who have known suffering, defeat, struggle, loss and eventually found their way out of the depths.

They know how to appreciate, they’re sensitive and they have an understanding of life which fills them with compassion, gentleness and genuine concern.

Beautiful people don’t just happen. From ashes they emerge as stronger souls seared with scars.

Smarkle soulmate!Au

“The world is black and white
There is only right and wrong
There is no color until you touch your soulmate
And it stays black and white until you touch them again”

I was walking to a debate when I saw my arch nemesis, Isadora Smackle wiping her glasses on her sweater.
Soaking in confidence I walked up to her
“Greetings Smackle” I said making her look up at me
“Ah. Greetings my arch nemesis. Are you ready for our political debate today?” Smackle asked as she starting walking
“Yes I am, prepare for defeat, arch nemesis” Farkle said walking in leaving a smiling smackle behind

*cut to end of debate*
I walked up to a frowning Farkle
“Good debate, arch nemesis” I said holding out my hand for him to shake
He just stared at it frowning
I slowly put my hand down looking at him wondering what was wrong
“Whats wrong, Farkle?” I asked
“Whats wrong? Everything’s wrong! My best friends are in some stupid love triangle, my friend might not even be herself anymore, and I have lost to you constantly! That’s what’s wrong,Isadora.” Farkle snapped getting up making me back up but farkle kept getting closer until my back hit the wall and I was inches away from him.
“I’m sorry Farkle, I shouldn’t have asked.” I said looking up at him
“No it’s okay. It feels good to just get it off my chest and talk to someone who doesn’t know about it.” Farkle said looking at me smiling
“Permission to hug you?” He asked
“Permission granted” I said
I really wanted to make farkle feel happy so I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around him no matter how uncomfortable i knew it would make me feel
But strangely it didn’t make me feel uncomfortable
Little did they know as they were hugging the world around them swirled and became brighter and more colorful but they both had their eyes closed so they couldn’t tell. But as soon as it happened they let go and the world returned to black and white.
As we let go an idea popped into my head
“lets go do something that would get your mind off it"I said smiling brightly at him
"What shall we do arch nemesis?” He asked smiling back at me making my heart skip a beat
“Shall we get a smoothie arch nemesis?” I asked hoping he would say yes
“Yes we shall arch nemesis” he said
“Do you need anything? Coat, money?” He asked making me smile at how thoughtful he is
“No it’s fine. Let’s go” I said walking to the door only to have him run to open it for me
“Thanks” I said laughing at his antics

He laugh was probably the most beautiful thing I have ever heard in my life.
It was like waking up to the sound of angels singing
Just beautiful
As we were walking I asked her how she was in Einstein academy and she was talking about how they all needed to get the pole out of their ass because they walked like there was one literally stuck in them
“It’s horrible its like watching a woman give birth while walking."she said cringing
"And I HAVE seen a woman give birth. Not pretty” she added making me laugh and her smile at me
“Anything you want to talk about, Farkle?” She asked looking at me
“I don’t know. I don’t have much to talk about.” I said when we entered topangas and she ordered our smoothies.
“Oh come on. Talk about your friends to get all that stress out. Talk about your hopes and dreams and what you wish to become when you are older.” She said as I grabbed our smoothies as went to a table outside.
“Well my hopes and dreams are to go wherever my friends go and to be with them forever.”
“Doesn’t your dad want you to go to Princeton?"smackle asked confused
"Yes but I don’t wanna go there without them.” I said watching her smile
“Your extremely loyal Farkle.” She said smiling at me making the world seem a little brighter even if it is black and white
“Thank you Smackle.” I said reaching for my smoothie when she reached for hers making our hands brush together
Then the best thing happened
I started to see color.
Smackle is my soulmate.

You would think that they would look around to see what everything looked like but they only looked at each other. They didn’t want to see what color the Flowers were they wanted to see what color the others eyes were. Farkle was looking at Smackle and Smackle was looking at Farkle.
They wanted to memorize everything they saw. Like the others eye color or their hair color. They didn’t care for the color of the world around them because they were each other’s world. They only needed each other to feel at peace with all the crazy things going on in the world they were in. And they knew color or no color, they knew that they were always their for each other.


Made it through one whole hour of church and had to leave. I just feel defeated spiritually and emotionally. Over the summer everything was making more and more sense, and then the breakup + moving + more threw everything up in the air.

One woman bore her testimony and mentioned “recent changes in church policy” and reaffirmed that they were “from God.” That was the final straw - I obsess about this stuff enough & don’t need people kicking me when I’m so down. 

Walking back home I did notice that I feel refreshed and lighter than I did earlier. So I guess I’m glad I went - I do feel slightly better despite the despair. 

Still, I really believe that both my testimony and my sexuality are causing me to get more and more mentally ill. Part of me really wants to throw it all away and… do what?

For now though, I’m taking an 11am nap. 

grizbehr  asked:

Have you ever had a situation where you know what you want to write, but you look at the page and just go...Nah, not happening. This is happening to me right now with Chapter 11 of Second Chances. I know what I want to write, but every time I look at the page, there is no desire to put it down. (feel free to post your response)

All the time…which is one reason why my updates aren’t as frequent as I’d like them to be. I can go all day like “I’m gonna go home and write this, this, and this”, but when I’m sitting in front of my comp, my mind seems to be everywhere else. I used to try to force it out, but it would take hours just to get a few hundred words. Now, I simply accept defeat and do something else. If the mood strikes me later, awesome. If not, better luck next time.

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* 1st one for @hushedhands  Hope you like it!!”

*you’re going to be at the Halloween party and you’ve won best costume for the past three years but this year I am wearing the best costume ever if you defeat me I will eat my - wait you actually look really cute when did you turn hot what the heck um *

“Ames, you are going to have the best costume of ALL TIME!” Marlee squeals.

I couldn’t disagree either. This year for the Leger’s Halloween party, I am going to win. It is my goal to beat that stuck up, no good, self absorbed Maxon Schreave. He’s won the past 3 years. THREE YEARS! I don’t understand it. 

I have a theory he wins because he has the whole school wrapped around his finger. 

But tonight, tonight, I am not going to get second place. I am going to be the champion.

A few hours pass and I get into my best Halloween costume EVER.

I am a butterfly. But not any butterfly. I am a monarch. The queen of the butterflies. My wings are almost as tall as me. And I have a this huge skirt that look like Monarch wings and it shoots out like a tutu. The shoes match perfectly and my hair is in a beautiful bun. I don’t think I could have done any better.

“Ready Marlee?”

She and Carter were going in a couples costume. They are the “King and Queen of Illea” I think it is simply hilarious.

“Yeah. I just have to get Carter. And, Carter said that Maxon has out done himself this year.”

I totally forgot that Carter and Maxon were besties. It makes me want to vomit. Carter swears that Maxon is awesome and chill but I just want to beat him in this SO BAD.

“Okay. We will see, Marlee.”

Then, we all walk over to Aspen’s.

“Hey Ames! You look amazing!!!” Aspen shouts. Then he pecks me on the lips.

“So do you! I don’t think I have ever met a more attractive guard in my life.” 

Just then our kiss was interrupted by, who else, but sir Maxon Schreave.

And he is dressed as, you guessed it, A Pirate.

But not in one of those junky store bought pirate costumes. I’m talking about a perfect, Jack Sparrow-esque costume.

This might be harder than I thought.

He makes his way over:

“Wow, America. You have truly out done yourself. You really tried this year.”

“And you, Mr. Schreave are going to lose.”

“It would be a pleasure. Sometimes winning gets annoying. Winning every year really gets boring.”

Wow. He was almost being funny.

“America, would you like to dance?” Maxon asks.

“I guess. You wouldn’t let me say no, would you?” I ask half joking, half playful.

“I don’t suppose I would. Let’s go.” He smiles.

Maxon and I are the two most competitive people in the school. Everyone is very excited to see who will win.

We start dancing to a slow song.

“America. I am pretty impressed. How long have you planned this?”

“Since you won last year. I just want to win. SO. BAD.”

He laughs. His nose crinkles and his chocolate eyes just melt my insides.

America. Snap out of it. You have a boyfriend.

“Okay. Good luck, Ms. Singer.” Then he whispers in my ear, “You look beautiful.” Then he kisses my cheek.

Oh. My. Gosh.

He is beautiful. I want to win but he is so cute and I almost yell at him for kissing me on the cheek. But then I feel something warm and-

No. Get your head in the game, Singer. You need to win this. Don’t get distracted. He is just doing this to make you foggy. 

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liah-liohto  asked:

Yohri walks in the room, looking guilty, as if he's just discovered something dreadful. He opens his mouth to say something, snaps it shut, then leaves, defeated.

Never been less turned on | Ugh no | I’d give you a try(?) | Yes, yes, YES | I’M READY NOW DAMMIT

Z’ohji’s ears perked up at the sound of the door opening, eyes lighting up upon seeing the doctor. “Ah, Yohri-” he began, but then the other was already trying to leave. More than a little concerned, he scampered after him, “H-hey, Yohri, what’s the matter?”

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Let’s talk about the old days,
let’s talk about your friends,
let’s talk about the summer
and how you wish it wouldn’t end.

Did I forget to tell you,
how pretty you looked in that dress?
In the first time that I saw you,
you cleaned the mess from my head.

And I don’t mind,
if we take our time.
No, I don’t mind