For some reason I imagine David being a High School teacher once Camp Campbell is off for the summer??? Or closed???
Like Summer is 3 months David has to do SOMETHING in the mean time to pay the bills.
So David is a teacher who probs does PE because he loves outdoors but also can teach pretty much anything. He last-minute subs quite a bit for other teachers and runs a lot of extra curricular programs. He gets a new job offer one year and changes schools because the new school is a bigger school where he can help more kids.
As it turns out, though, three different middle schools all go here and, what is this? He suddenly has ALL his old campers in his class! (Because PE is mandatory and everyone signed up for the “easy” one or something).
So basically it’s a semester of Max trying to slip class constantly because David and all the antics but by the end of the semester everyone does admit they had a good time and end up signing up for classes David taught again.
(When the school therapist finally runs screaming quits, David gets the smooth idea of sending in Gwen’s CV from camp. She’s glad for any work, even if she wants to kill David for this hair brained idea of his, but the whole crew is back together for the following year)
oh yeah, i know!!!!! i’d be more than okay with bi keith, like that’d be Nice. i’m just going off what we’ve been shown in the show. he hasn’t expressed interest in any of the female characters, there’s been plenty of opportunities for him to.
lance, upon his literal first meeting with allura: *FLIRTS* keith, after knowing allura for quite a bit of time now, plenty of time to develop a crush, literally holding her in his arms: *deadpans*
keith, holding lance’s hand even tho they are “”rivals””: *tender smile* keith, at lance on numerous occasions: *tender smile* keith, at lance after getting his lion back for him: *teases and flirts* keith, at lance after hitting him with a spore ball: “heh, like that? ;)” keith, faced with two Babe aliens, nyma and rolo: *checks out rolo* keith, the resident “emo”: has laughed his loudest with hunk keith, in general: seems more open and comfortable with male characters keith, holding a gorgeous alien space princess in his arms: -_-
trust me, if keith was confirmed bi, i’d be like hell yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but, at this point in time, from what i’ve been shown in canon, i can’t get behind him liking girls romantically.
What if black hat puts his name over the actual artist's names on the paintings (like he writes his name on a piece of tape or something and sticks it over the original signature?)
Ah you have a good point there Anon! He is a villain so he’s not above art theft, I’m pretty sure right after an artist finished painting him Black Hat just slaps his name on it and walks away leaving the artist terrified and unable to do anything.
But keep in mind, he is pretty narcissistic and has appeared to live for quite a long time, so it wouldn’t be shocking to know he has more than a few skills up his sleeves. But still I kinda like your idea a bit more Anon
how would aliens react to tattoos? like, some humans undergo large amounts of pain to have an image permanetly inked on their skin and sometimes the reason is no more than "eh, it looks cool"
“Human Tyler, you seem to have acquired pigmented particles under your skin.” Rytrinq began, trying to gain their attention at the same time as xe remained polite and considerate. “Do you wish time to cleanse yourself?” Xe asked, quite pleased with xemself for remembering the appropriate question.
“Fuck off, don’t be rude.” Human Tyler repeated, looking enraged for some reason. Granted, Rytrinq didn’t have the longest experience deciphering human mannerisms, but the wording didn’t leave much room for ambiguity. “This took a loot of time, and I’ll have you know I’m really happy with how it turned out.” They added, baffling Rytrinq further.
“You got dirt under your skin on purpose?” Xe asked, getting more confused each time Tyler spoke. Fortunately, it seemed they realised xe genuinely didn’t understand. Or at least they were willing to indulge him.
“It’s not dirt. It’s ink, and yes. It’s called a tattoo. It’s art.” They said, clearly still angry, though they did look slightly less terrifying, which xe decided to count as progress. Xe had heard that human art came in many forms, but xe had never heard of one involving the human body itself.
“Human Tyler, that is immensely intriguing. How is it made?” Xe asked, relieved when they seemed to realise it was a case of cultural confusion rather than xem being purposefully rude.
“Well, you go to a tattoo artist, and they make the design and then make a sort of template, I guess you could call it. Anyway, they put that on the place you want the tattoo, and it transfers a bit of ink so the artist’s got something to guide them. And then they have this machine, which is basically a bunch of needles that pierce the skin with ink. Which the artist use to sort of draw on the skin, leaving cool art like this.” Human Tyler said, adding a pointed look for the last part while showing off the art. Rytrinq was however too worried - and quite frankly terrified - to think too much about it.
“It pierces your skin and drags the ink machine through your skin? Is that not painful?” Xe asked
“What? No, no it goes up and down into the skin. If you drag it without the needles getting up you’ll end up with big scars. It does kind of hurt, but it’s not that bad.” They answered, clearly believing that to sound better. As if getting stabbed multiple times was no big deal.
“What purpose does it serve? Is it a hierarchical or sociological requirement?”
“No, some people don’t even like them. Think they look unprofessional or whatever bullshit like that. But it doesn’t really have a purpose.” Human Tyler answered with a brief elevation of their shoulder area.
“Then why do you put yourself through the pain?” Xe wondered. They had to have some reason after all, right?
“Eh, it looks cool. I mean, I just really like daffodils, always have. They’re cool.” They said, once again reminding Rytrinq that xe would never fully understand humans.
The signs as Graham Norton quotes from Eurovision 2017
<b>Aries:</b> I wonder if something was wrong technically. Of if he's just not great<p/><b>Taurus:</b> It gets quite good *host appears* oh not this bit<p/><b>Gemini:</b> If you think my job's easy, just wait till you see the guy pretending to play the saxophone for 3 minutes<p/><b>Cancer:</b> If Zombies did aerobics, it would look a bit like this<p/><b>Leo:</b> She claims she's the only yodeller in Romania. Maybe that's because the others don't talk about it... It's probably the first rule of yodel club<p/><b>Virgo:</b> (there's so much love in this room) NOT FOR YOU ALEX<p/><b>Libra:</b> (now it's time to say goodbye) -goodbye.<p/><b>Scorpio:</b> Is he going to die?<p/><b>Sagittarius:</b> (greetings from Denmark, where I am) We believe you<p/><b>Capricorn:</b> That boy is a boy<p/><b>Aquarius:</b> Really? That's the best part of Tallinn they could find? Oh, wait they gave us six points? I take it all back, Tallinn looks lovely<p/><b>Pisces:</b> *silence* sniggering<p/></p>
ok i've out for a year maybe... but you arr ENGAGED NOW?? thats so awesome and i want to hear everything about it pretty pleaaaaase((:
sweats if you want to..sweats more
Okay..SO. Sasha’s birthday was closing by at the horizon, that’s when he started to tease me that there is the best kind of present he wants to make himself (just in case no, it wasn’t so self-assured, because we talked about eventual wedding before and it wasn’t out of blue or totally unplanned thing!), after some of preparational teasing done, he started to send me vague messages with pictures, each had a certain number hidden within. Theeen Sasha started to hide (so I could find them) different notes with drawings on it, it all forming in a quest!
By this time poor Sasha was starting to get very sick.
Once I had everything, there was a login and password to a page he made on our social network (similar to facebook) that said something like “happiness is near:”D”. And something about an envelope which I will have to find later. After that there was another note, he drew his friend, and it gave me his phone number and written “If you want that envelope, call me, say Hiiiii”, so I called Roma the next day (the day of Sasha’s birthday), yelled Hiiiiii, and he arranged a meeting at a certain time and place. I went there, Roma did too, gave me a cute small envelope that had another note from Sasha with another place and time! Ahaha, poor Roma, after that he had to go. Rode so far to the center just to get back in a minute. But that’s what friends are for, I guess!
So, going to the next (final) spot, I came a little earlier than I was supposed to, didn’t see Sasha at first, but then I did, and went there, he was standing in the middle of the Colonnade. He went like congratulaaations, you did it, you won the quest and did everything correctly, something like this! Then he put out roses from behind his back and I was like laskdjalsdk they were white and red and very pretty. I remember everything so vague from here because I was like LKSdjlsd already, I think Sasha said something else, but I don’t remember clearly. After that though, I do, because it was quite funny but perfect for me, because he went like “ouch ouch, my knee” to get on his knee and i think by that moment I started to tear up?? I had my suspicions in the middle of this quest, but I wasn’t sure, but I still got super emotional. Then he put out the capsule with the ring and asked me if I will become his wife and (SPOILERS) i said of course yes.
Then I think some women started to clap and cheer and I was still a bit lskjdlskdjs
Once we went home though, we measured Sasha’s temperature and it was like 38-39 something..had to heal him:D He said later that he wanted to say a lot when proposing, but got nervous:”) I’m kind of not getting too detailed here because it’s pretty long as it is, but it’s perfect the way it is for me:”)
Sorry, I want to follow you but I'm a bit worried. You're not an anti, right? I'm a shaladin shipper so I wouldn't like to mistakenly follow an anti, even if they draw really pretty art (antis are scary, and mean)
I’m not quite sure what characters are all involved in the shaladin ship, but you are completely safe here. (And I’m a bit shocked that you think I’m maybe an anti, since I can’t remember that I said something against any ship.) I just stick to one ship per character and would call myself a “single”-shipper (not sure if I made it up or it is actually a term xD) but I would say it’s the counterpart to a multi-shipper!!
I’ve made a little guide with my lovely voltron babies ~ ♥
Well since I’m not a multi-shipper I could be wrong but I think it is somehow like that ^^. It doesn’t mean they love all ships, they see more ships than just one or two.
I’m currently one of the 6 DMs in a 36 player mega-campaign, following (loosely) the Tyranny of Dragons campaign world. The players have mostly split up into about four parties, which are each following their own trail to track down the cult. Three of them are off doing their own thing, but one of them is in the city of Elturel and has decided to split up in order to cover more ground. Thankfully, we have enough DMs to cover them.
Then, a Dwarf Wizard decides to wander off, and I, as the last DM without a group at the moment, am sent to cover him.
For brief context, our version of Elturel has a tower beneath the town’s massive orb of undead-killing light, a temple of Sune. Her symbol is a candle, it now looks like a giant candle, all good. So, the dwarf decides to go there.
PC: I’m going to head to the tower, all the way to the top.
Me: Cool, well, you get most of the way up, but there’s no obvious access to the roof.
He then snags a nearby cleric and begins to ask him about the orb of light.
PC: “So, what’s causing that light?
NPC: “The Holy Light of Sune, it is light born from her magic.”
PC: “Yes, but where is it coming from?”
NPC: “… Her magic.”
PC: “But what’s in the middle?”
NPC: “Nothing is in the middle.”
PC: “Can I go up and take a look?’
NPC: "No, you can not study, prod, or examine our holy site to sate your own curiosity, you damned irreverent mage.”
PC: “So, can you tell me what’s casting the light?”
To save quite a bit of headache, he eventually had it explained to him in dead simple terms that there was just a floating ball of light, there was no crystal or sun or whatever, it was much like the light spell he himself could cast. The cleric walked away very annoyed. Being a dwarf character, he then got interested in the stone of the tower.
PC: “What’s the stone?”
Me: It’s something you’ve never seen. Smooth, joinless, white, almost like wax or bone.
PC: “But I have stone-cunning, and-”
Me: Yes, I know. You don’t recognize this. It’s definitely not local stone, and it might be unnatural.
Eventually, he also managed to get that it was made by magic, when another cleric repeated the story of the tower he had been told earlier. Kelemvor and Sune made the place together, so the Candle was brought into being by Sune, and lit by the pair, creating a light that destroyed undead. I thought he would be satisfied by this answer. I was incorrect.
PC: I want to cast identify on the tower!
Me: Roll intelligence. *Rolls* That would probably piss them off, given they told you flat out not to fuck with this place.
PC: “Right, I’m going to hide somewhere against a wall then cast Identify on it!”
Me: “Roll Perception to find a place and Stealth to hide there.”
PC: *Rolls* *Nat 20 and Un-natural 20 on Stealth*
Me: “… Alright, so, you hide under a table with a large tablecloth in part of the library. When you cast Identify, you are suddenly near-blinded by an incredible white glow coming from every direction. The outline of a winged, angelic figure is all you can make out, which speaks to you in a thunderous voice in a language you do not know. The gist is there, however. "Do a stop it.”
PC: I cast Detect Thoughts on it!
Me: … I’m sorry, what?
PC: What is it thinking?
To summarize: This clown, a third level wizard, proceeded to cast Detect Thoughts on an unprepared-for-that-level-of-dumbfuckery Solar. A CR: 21 Angel of a major god. Due to how the spell worked, there was nothing actually stopping him from hearing the thoughts. The end result was being dropped to 1 HP, at 5 Levels of Exhaustion, and he was Blinded, Deafened, Stunned and Unconcious for nearly 18 hours after. He was only awoken when a priest happened to make the perception check to stumble across him, after his party had come and gone looking for him. He comes to, surrounded by a lot of clerics and several paladins, all of whom look quite pissed.
Paladin: “What in the goddess’s name are you doing under there?”
He looks around blearily, and decides to repeat the words the Solar said to him. There’s a pause, and then an old elf pushes his way to the front.
NPC: “Where did you hear that?”
PC: “The god told me that after I cast identify on the tower.”
NPC: “… That means, in Celestial, "Meddle not in affairs beyond your Ken, upstart mortal.” I’m sorry, you were doing WHAT to our tower?“
He then proceeded to explain what he had been doing.
Long story short, he is now considered a Heretic and Defiler by the temple, was thrown out the front doors, and several of the game’s clerics are considering challenging him to duels of honor for his sheer ineptitude. Meanwhile, the rest of the party managed to accomplish the mission they were in town for.
What he had been doing had nothing in any way to do with their job.
Summary: On a whim, Bucky declares you to be his girlfriend to his grandma and mother. They’re eager to meet you and he asks you to pretend to be with him for just one dinner with his family. But is that really all?
Tags: biting, kissing, fluff, confession scene, fish person loving a blondie, sweetness with a bit of bite
Summary: On a rainy, cold day, Sidon confesses his love to Link
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Lounging atop one of the watchtowers that sat at the end of the Inogo Bridge, Sidon gazed glumly at the rocky path that led away from the bridge and up into the mountains. Overhead, the sky was as grey as his mood. From that veil of grey, a heavy rain fell, turning the world into a blurred wash of blues and greens. The air was chilly but nothing his thick skin couldn’t handle. Though to anyone without tough Zora skin, it was a probably bundle yourself up and stay inside kind of temperature.
Anyone who’s followed me for a long time knows that I have… my issues with idol culture. I know this can possibly sound ironic considering I’m very popular here but at the end of the day I can’t help that so bear with me.
The reason I say “toxic” in the title (asides from being a strong word that immediately conveys a message) is because I’m addressing a specific subset of idol culture where people will vehemently defend someone’s horrible actions simply because they have a large following and/or pretend to care about topical issues like social justice and trans-rights (the latter being extremely important to my family, my friends, and recently myself).
It’s a shame because tumblr in general does seem at least somewhat more clued-in on how people abuse power (this ranges from world politcs to small corners of youtube), but this knowledge never seems to be applied to tumblr itself. There’s a cycle here, where someone is given disproportionate about of praise for arbitrary things (being a feminist, anti-nazi, or mildly funny, etc - all fine things on their own but hardly noteworthy), they get cocky and play into the role more, then start abusing others (doxxing, harassment, etc, usually of minors ironically enough).
This is partly why “funnymen” being outed as legitimate perverts and pedophiles is becoming increasingly common (or, at best, don’t believe the stuff they pedal out). Ultimately, it’s the person in question’s fault for being a scumbag of course, but tumblr’s unnecessary idolization of people who simply don’t deserve it has a large impact on what these people think they can get away with.
A large reason why this seems to happen is because nobody here seems to want to ask questions. A perfect example of this is when I receive messages warning me about an OP of a post being disgusting in some way, but when I investigate it turns out to be false.
However, it’s hard to fault anyone particularly for being a little bit gullible because ultimately we all want to be part of something. We all want to be liked, loved, and acknowledged. Asking questions, or otherwise being “difficult” can harm this so sometimes one might feel safer by saying “ok i’ll delete the post” rather than “can you show me some proof?”
It’s also a shame because, memes asides, tumblr is a pretty enjoyable website. At the moment of writing, there isn’t anything quite like it, but the experience is marred by people (andtheir imitators, especially) looking for cheap notes by exploiting serious political issues, where it is nearly impossible to say anything outside of ineffective self-indulgent feelgood “activism” without someone aggressively hating you for it.
For a website that houses a lot of people who claim to want to protect minors/transfolk/etc, there’s a startling neglect of how these people can be taken advantage of by the very same blogs that claim to help them. Anyone on this website can say anything but to actually practice what you preach is an entirely different story.
Interestingly, this is why you get certain “Hellsite” moments like someone complaining about getting hate after telling someone to kill themselves, or people posting things like “just be nice but also fuck [inoffensive group of people]”. Anyone who’s followed my blog for a while (or even just pays attention a little) know that this is hardly a rare occurrence. I think the term for this ‘cognitive dissonance’. This stuff makes good joke fodder, but it’s pretty sad that this stuff happens in the first place.
Toxic idol culture isn’t contained to just social justice circles either. Even opposite groups have become victim of this (maybe they always have, in retrospect). You may know that an ex-friend of mine recently shared suggestive photos of a 16 year old. Long story short, me and a lot of others were uncomfortable with this and promptly dropped them but I was mortified at how many anti-sjws came out in this dude’s defense over something that can only be considered
predatory and creepy. The person in question used tumblr’s liberal usage of bold accusations to wave-off what he had done, and his followers ate it up. It served as a important reminder that you can essentially get away with anything, as long as you have a significant follower count and frame your dissenters in a harsh, unrealistic light.
To anyone that defended/defends this guy, you should be ashamed of yourselves.
Some are not above co-opting important social justice issues for internet points. A lot of time, it’s merely an avenue for them to be the very bullies they once hated but since it’s masked, the bullying is often ignored or encouraged. It’s easy to call someone a transphobe for an arbitrary reason, but it takes a considerable amount of effort to actually help a trans person in need. We should be doing more to support people who do the latter, rather than the former.
Anyway, the point of this post isn’t to make you paranoid, or to hate anyone
with more than 3k followers (popular blogs make easy enough targets for
hate anyway), but just to be a little more cautious and a
little more critical of these kinds of people (who will inevitably get mad at this post and make passive-aggressive vagueposts about anyone who agrees), and to generally stop glorifying
hateful blogs who’s main shtick is attacking people.
I realize, in the grand scheme of things like social justice and such, this is a small slice of the pie, but this is definitely something that needs to be thought about more.
A WW2 veteran has come out as transgender at the age of 90 and is happy to finally be receiving female hormone treatment.
Patricia Davies says she knew since the age of three that she was a woman but lived in fear of how people would react for decades until doctors changed her medical records to “female” last year.
Even though she had opened up to her late wife about her feelings in 1987, who bought her jewelry and dresses to wear in secret, she remained living as Peter after receiving abuse from people in the street and fearing “electric shock treatment”.
The retired industrial photographer, who served in the army between April 1945-1948, has a distant aunt who once lived to 104 years old so hopes she has “similar genes” to keep her going so she can now enjoy life as a woman.
Patricia, from a village in Leicestershire, said: “It feels like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I was living a lie.”
“I have been keeping quiet. I have slowly started to tell some of my neighbors. Everybody said ‘don’t worry, as long as you’re happy.”
“I’ve known I was transgender since I was three-years-old.”
“I have always been attracted to women but not in a sexual way. I’m not gay. My attraction to women was that I wanted to be like them. I would have liked to be like the pin-ups.”
“I was never totally unhappy. I always made the most of things and looked on the bright side of things. I’ve always had a wicked sense of humor.”
“Because of the general hostility of people I kept quiet. It wasn’t until recently that I felt safe to come out and I felt an overwhelming desire that I wanted to break free. So I came out and I’ve not regretted it.”
Patricia served in the army from April 1945 until April 1948, leaving when she was 21 and getting married only a few months later.
During her time in the armed forces, she served in the Far East, India, East Africa and Palestine.
Patricia said: “You took your life in your hands in the army. I lost a couple of mates and had a close shave myself.”
“I had to keep my mouth shut about being transgender, you couldn’t flaunt that as that would have been a disaster.”
“Transgender wasn’t really known in those days. I would have been classed as homosexual, which would have caused problems in the army. I would have ended up in prison. But I got through it.”
“But it was alright overall and I feel quite proud having served during the war and having done military service, in particular during the trouble in Palestine.”
“Perhaps Hitler got news I had joined in April 1945 and gave up. That’s what I like to think.”
“I feel quite relieved, quite happy. [The best thing about coming out] is being accepted as a woman. That has been something I’ve wanted all of my life.”
“If people don’t like what they see then I don’t care but no one seems to be causing me any trouble. Nobody questions it though. Nobody seems to bat an eyelid, they accept me as I am.”
“I’ve been made most welcome in the societies. I think people will benefit from being educated on this a bit more.”
I wanna kiss her. Like really kiss her. Like place my hands on her in the softest way but kiss her so hard that she can feel just how mad I am about her. Her lips always felt like something familiar to me. Like maybe in another life her smile somehow found it’s way to me and the way her mouth curved at the edges was something I couldn’t help but burn in my brain. She’s the kind of person who makes you happy you’re alive. She kind of feels like a destination that I’ll never quit trying to reach. So I just want to kiss her. Hold her. See her smile. I just want to be apart of her because she has every last bit of me.
As someone who happened to buy a lot of coal, I end up with
a lot of diamonds.
You know those carbon filters in fish tanks? I never have to
change mine now. I just sort of wave the guck out? It’s an easy chore.
Don’t forget, there’s carbon in steel. If I take it out,
this whole city’s going down.
Cardiokinesis - Control Hearts
I don’t know why you think this has to do with love. Hearts
are organs that only pump blood. I mean, I guess if your heart beats faster,
you feel like you’re in love.
I spent years in medical school specializing in heart
surgery just so I could discretely fix people’s hearts much faster than they
should be able to. But whenever anyone asks me what my secret to fast and
perfect surgery is, I have to lie and it’s eating me inside.
I can see everyone’s relationships, but sometimes it gets really distracting. All these fibrous lines keep obscuring the cinema screen.
Caelestikinesis - Control Celestial Bodies
Is it weird I can tell you’re an aries? I’m getting that you’re an aries.
Okay, so making the night sky spell out “will you marry me?” was awesome but I think I ruined a bunch of aliens’ homes. I really hope they don’t know I did that.
Being a god of the stars is generally really boring. Nothing’s ever been happening. But this little planet seems to be starting something… Better get closer to watch.
Caelumkinesis - Control the Sky
I can hide as anything that flies. So if you happen to see a bird in my room, don’t chase it out with a broom.
If you’re going to be like that, I can make sure you always get rained on.
The world is so boring. I finally found out how to make dragons and I’m gonna take the initiative and just making this happen.
Chemokinesis - Control Chemical Substances
If it’s on the periodic table, I can mess with it. People generally aren’t ready for their oxygen to become iron.
The hero can’t come and vanquish me if I’ve given them depression.
Now that I’ve trapped you in my moat… It’s acid.
Chromokinesis - Control Colors
A magician’s biggest trick: Turning the entire performance
I have a grudge against someone who somehow muscled their way into my personal art show. I’ll makes sure they never see color ever again.
So I can fly… But it’s very… Flashy. Yeah, it’s a rainbow.
Chronokinesis - Control Time
So, even if I manipulate time, I can’t manipulate space. And Earth moves, so… I kind of killed most of the population. They’re either in space or the mantle.
I’ve been stealing time from everyone and it’s all stored deep underground.
I’ve tricked a constuction crew through a time-portal and now they’re building me a castle in 16th century France. I’ll be king and my castle will never fall.
Cibumkinesis - Control Food
You don’t even know how much pretentious people like to eat my ‘innovative’ foodstuffs. Milk jerky is as weird as it sounds and only comes in 2%
I’ll win every cooking competition, no matter how much I mess up.
May your harvest be blighted and your water poisoned. Think twice before crossing me again.
Cthonikinesis - Control Nether
Powers adapt to new meanings for the word. I’m gonna send
you to minecraft hell.
Your nether regions are so fucked.
How do you feel, facing your own late father in battle?
Cukinesis - Control Copper
When NYC falls into peril again, someone with the ability to
manipulate copper calls upon the ultimate defense… The statue of liberty.
Yeah I can make a shield, but it’s gonna be copper. Sorry I can’t do anything else.
I’ve gotten into the habit of driving by old neighborhoods and making all the copper wiring and pipes be sucked into my truck. It’s only slightly villainous.
Cogitokinesis - Control Thought
If you’re going to be so angry about my favorite song, enjoy it in your head forever.
I make quite the racket erasing unwanted thoughts. Where those thoughts go though is only for me to worry about.
My robots seem too mechanical. I should steal someone’s thoughts to give them a bit of personality.
Cognikinesis - Control Perspectives
Most of the time I just force video games to let me play
first person, I’m not sure what you expected.Forcing people to look at what they’ve become is a lot like
When people make me upset, I like to make them see my actual point of view.
It doesn’t matter how far away something is, if I can see it, I can touch it.
Comakinesis - Control Hair
My stage production of rapunzel is the best in the world. How I found a continuous 20 foot braid is anyone’s best guess. I’ll never tell.
I’ve created a new breed of naturally pink poodles. I’ll be in the lap of luxury for all my days.
No I only have one of these wool sweaters. I can just change it’s color because it’s technically hair.
Combokinesis - Control Combat
Any battle goes may way, from a simple argument to an election. I’ve become the most influential person in the world.
My personal feelings are always above any actual evidence of winning, so seeing that I may be wrong is terrifying. What if I was wrong before?
Now that you’ve shown me what your attack will be, let me eliminate that possibility.
Coronakinesis - Control Corona Energy
Yes, it’s basically like that one godzilla. No, I’m not secretly the kid of godzilla.
You think you’ve seen global warming? You’ve seen nothing yet.
Stars tend to move with their corona, so don’t mind the new stars. They were already there before.
Corrokinesis - Control the Power of Corruption
I really don’t like corruption, so I keep combing the internet for instances of corruption to take it out, hitman style.
I’ve condensed corruption into these special bullets. I want you to shoot all this list, no matter how nice you think they are.
Wait, I can basically make this into a hell-dimension? Awesome. Sin for everyone.
Cryokinesis - Control Ice
If you keep annoying me all the liquid in your body is gonna freeze.
I’ve got the polar ice caps fixed, Antartica is looking good, and I’ve got enough snow cones today’s day at the park.
You’ve gotta believe me, officer! The icicle just plain fell on them! It skewered them!
Crystallokinesis - Control Minerals and Crystals
My modern witchcraft store is stocked full with crystals and stones. And it’s all homemade.
If I really tried, I could get my crystal healing techniques to go towards a doctorate.
You picked the wrong mineshaft to battle me in. You’be basically given me the battle.
Cytokinesis - Control Cells of Organisms
My friend wanted to be a cryptid so we brainstormed for a while and they decided on their form. We still chat when I’m in town.
Even if I’m terminal, I can just fix it. I don’t see why I shouldn’t be allowed to fix you too.
Changing what shape my cells take is the ultimate camouflage. No one suspects the dog.
A/N: IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO HOPE YALL REMEMBER ME AND THIS SERIES. PLEASE READ THE AN AT THE END AS WELL THANKS LOVE YALL
You didn’t realize what exactly you had signed up for when you agreed to the job. Sure, you had some experience, but working as a manager full time was quite tiring. But you felt good going to bed each night, knowing you had done a job well done.
You became good friends with the GOT7 boys, and they helped you out whenever they could, knowing that you were new and temporary. The boys had recently released a new album and were starting their schedules at music shows. You barely found any free time for yourself, but you couldn’t help but think about the bts boys. You missed hanging out with them.
They still tried to contact you whenever they had the chance, but everyone knew it wasn’t the same. You wish you could make time for them and your personal life, but you knew that the following weeks were only going to get busier.
After a few weeks, your schedule seemed to be rather redundant. You had to usher the boys to music shows and interviews every day. You were proud of them for always keeping a smile on their face, despite being very tired. You were starting to realize that perhaps you didn’t really like this job. You were constantly out on the road and you had to deal with incredibly rude people and to be honest, you didn’t know how much more you could take.
After one especially long day, you were surprised to see that the boys had a free night. You dropped them back at the dorms quite early and each of the got7 boys thanked you as the got out of the van. Pretty soon, you found your way to your own apartment and was getting ready for a shower when you heard your phone buzz.
You couldn’t help but smile at your phone. You loved Jin like a brother, but why did you feel your heart flutter a bit? Over these last few weeks, you had learned to forgive Namjoon too. You didn’t want to cut him out completely because you loved all the boys too much to do that. And with being so busy with work, you had learned to get over your feelings. You had the confidence to look at Namjoon now without butterflies in your stomach, you were sure.
You placed your phone down and went to take a shower. After relaxing into the warmth of the water, your mind began to race with the possibilities of writing music. Hell, you even had a minor in music from college. Classmates and colleagues had told you a countless amount of times that you had talent, but weren’t they just being friendly? But after what Jin had mentioned, you now had something serious to consider. It had been a long time since you had written a song, and you were quite scared to show anyone your work, but you realized how happy it would make you hearing someone perform your piece.
And so, after months, you pulled out your guitar and empty sheet music and spent hours, writing and playing whatever came to mind.
Jin placed his phone down with a smile on his own face. He missed talking to you, your playful banter. He missed seeing you around the dorms watching movies or helping him cook or trying whatever it is he made. He just missed your company. So he was content with these small moments he had with you, even if it were simply over text. He couldn’t help but feel excited about seeing you soon at music shows.
Namjoon sat across from Jin, noticing the look on his hyung’s face. “What are you smiling about?” he asks, laughing.
“Huh? Oh nothing” Jin says, finally out of his trance-like state.
“Who were you texting that you have that weird grin on your face hyung?” Namjoon asks again.
“Oh, y/n” Jin says.
And just like that, Namjoon’s own smile fades quickly. Everytime Namjoon tried to forget about you, his mind flooded with images of you. The more he tried to erase the images of you from his head, the more he found himself thinking about you and how much he was missing you. Of course, he didn’t want to admit it.
“H-how is she by the way?” he asks, slowly.
“Good I guess. She said she didn’t really like her job though. I told her about taking up music again” Jin said, honestly.
“She’s into music?” Namjoon asks, quite shocked.
“Yeah…. I’m pretty sure she even studied music a little bit in college. I heard her singing a few times and she even writes a little but I think it’s really good” Jin said, smiling again. Jin thought back to the first time he caught you singing. You were cleaning up the dance practice room after the boys had left. Jin realized he forgot something and went back, only to find you singing and dancing with the mop while you cleaned the floor. He was immediately captivated by your voice, and he couldn’t help but smile at your funny dance with the mop. And before he could help himself, he found himself introducing himself to the beautiful girl dancing around his practice room. And since then, you become good friends with both him and the rest of the group as well.
“Is she thinking about changing careers then?” Namjoon asked.
“I’m not too sure. She said she would think about it, but I think she just wants to finish off strong with the job she has now. I told her we could show her the ins and outs of writing music if she wants” Jin continued.
“I-I could teach her a few things I guess…” Namjoon said. He smiled at the possibility of you two spending time together.
“Hey, I’m sure she would appreciate that! I’ll ask her when she’s thought about it some more!” Jin said excitedly.
Both boys now smiled while they looked down at their hands. “More time with Y/N” they thought, excitedly.
A/N: SOO this kind of took a turn I wasn’t expecting. Hope y’all like it??? Let me know what you think please. How should the story go from here? Let me know if you want a part 5, or I might now really continue this series. I apologize again for posting after so long. I’ve been on vacation and then suffering from jet lag, so I hope you understand!
I once had this at a Thai restaurant and the taste haunted me in the best way. I had to learn how to make it at home, and it’s good if you have some prep time on your hands! It’s become a go-to dessert for me, and while it says ‘with mango’ (and admittedly mango is the superior fruit) I’m certain it’d go good with other fruit too. Experiment!
If you don’t have a rice-cooker, you can always cook the rice in a saucepan. I admittedly don’t have much experience with stovetop rice cooking, so this set of instructions will assume you’re using a rice-cooker.
*1 ½ Cups Sushi Rice (you can typically buy a bag of it in the international aisle at walmart or something; a bag’ll last you a surprising while) *2 Cups Water *1 Can Coconut Milk *½ cup sugar (if this makes it too sweet for your taste, I think 1/3 cup should be okay too) *Pinch of salt (optional? Still experimenting with this)
*A mango (or whatever fruit you think might go with this)
*A sauce pan *A rice cooker
Take the rice and water and plunk it in your rice-cooker. Set it to the correct setting (if you have a cheapo one, don’t fret; mine only has ‘cook’ and 'warm’ and it came out all right). While the rice is going, take the coconut milk and pour it in the saucepan; add the sugar and the salt and stir until it’s dissolved and it starts to thicken up, about 5-10 minutes. You can either do this ahead of time or closer to later; doesn’t matter until your rice is done. When the rice is finished, take the coconut milk mixture and pour it over the still-hot rice (I typically like to put my rice in a plastic container before I do this, but that’s because I’m lazy). Let this sit for about an hour so that the rice absorbs all that yummy coconut milk. Serve some of the rice with generous slices of mango.
The nice thing about this is that it makes quite a bit of sticky rice, so you can even save some for another day, or another fruit! I find it’s a great comfort food when you’re feeling sad and just want something sweet to make the day a little better.