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Zayn Malik looks dreamy on the cover of Sunday Times' Style magazine
Lovely, lovely Zayn.

Lovely, lovely Zayn.

By Naomi Gordon Mar 17, 2017

Zayn may be modeling a jacket that looks like it’s made from the same material as an Ikea shopping bag, but he’s still a slammin’ hottie on the cover of Sunday Times’ Style magazine.

The 24-year-old singer has been unveiled as the Sunday paper’s magazine cover star, and fans obviously can’t cope - especially as cruelly they’ll have to wait until the weekend to see inside. WE NEED TO SEE THE WORDS WITH THE PICTURES NOW.

The newspaper’s Twitter account shared the image, along with the caption: “Breaking! The @zaynmalik cover. See the full shoot and interview on Sunday zaynXstyle”

Zayn - who is also working a slicked-back man-bun on the cover -  posted the image on his page too, but without any words (so Zayn), and fans promptly lost it as they deluged the tweet with their undying love for the star.

The paper’s twitter account also kindly shared some images from inside the magazine (although the second jacket looks as questionable as the first) and as fans pointed out, he looks nothing short of perfect.

The publication also promised that we’ll see “@zaynmalik as you’ve never seen him before in our brand-new exclusive unseen shots.”

Don’t forget to steal your parents’ paper on Sunday….

There is only one pokemon I HATE and that is Mandibuzz.

Originally posted by mewtwooftheinternet

Up until the release of Sun and Moon I was neutral about it, it was interesting being a vulture and a surprisingly tanky Pokemon but then I read some Pokedex entries.

Its Moon entry reads:

I figured okay that is interesting, I never thought of these species having a rivalry before but that is nothing new to Pokemon. Then I read more Pokedex entries.

Cubone’s Sun entry:

Marowak’s Moon entry:

Wow this is worse than any other species rivalry I have seen in Pokemon and it feels like Mandibuzz is a far more despicable species than most other predatory Pokemon. At least most other prey Pokemon have natural defenses, especially those like Durant and Seviper in species rivalry.

It deliberately seeks out orphaned Cubone, hearing its cries like a dinner bell and swooping down on the helpless infant. Then to add insult to injury it accessorizes its nest, itself and its young with the bones of the Cubone, including its mother’s skull and its bone club. 

Mandibuzz has an unfair advantage, not only against the helpless Cubone, but against Marowak as well. Alolan Marowak are part ghost type which are weak to dark types and Cubone/normal Marowak are ground types which puts them at a severe disadvantage.

 I can imagine many a Marowak has stood its ground to protect its young from this predator despite the odds and all too often has lost, giving its life. Which would explain why so many wild Cubones are orphans. Team Rocket has got nothing on this ugly bird.

Sorry to fans of this Pokemon but fuck you Mandibuzz, you are the only Pokemon I hate.

Originally posted by kyurem

Hack # 10, the Fake Trap
  • Dr. Dungeon Master: there's a classic trap design that makes your players act fast but putting them in no real danger. The biggest reward is the hilarity that ensues and you as a DM getting to be a trickster.
  • Dr. DM: the trap goes as follows, you have your players locked in a room, there is often a button, a statue of a monster or some other contained danger, and a countdown from 10 to 1. Every time the players push the button, the countdown resets to 10.
  • Dr. DM: The catch is that the countdown does nothing, the statue or whatever never truly comes to life, and most often once the countdown reaches 0 the door to the next room opens. This is great on new players, who've never seen this trick before. Re-flavor it, change the button to torches or switches, make the danger a glowing crystal or "sleeping" gargoyle, whatever you can think up! It's a challenge that is the reverse of player psychology that will make the second guess everything about puzzle encounters.

anonymous asked:

is it wrong to think someone faked a system to harm you? because ik its invalidating but they would always mimic traits that my system had, would always have a new system member to start drama, etc,.

This is an iffy answer – and as someone with DID, I really would like those with DID to reply or send more asks! 

However, I have seen a handful of people claiming (and attempting to prove) that someone faked a system to harm or abuse them. I have never been in that situation before, and it may be best to tread lightly, but if nothing else: you’re not alone in believing this. 

Wolfstar Soulmate Au Part Two

Part One Here

-That night, Remus sat on his bed debating what to do next.  On one hand, Sirius had been brave enough to make the move and speak to Remus first, so in all fairness, Remus felt he should be the one to find the courage and write to Sirius now.  On the other hand, Mr and Mrs Black clearly did not know about their son’s soulmate and for very good reason.  Remus really didn’t want to picture what would happen to either of them if words were to appear on Sirius’ arms in the middle of family dinner time.  He decided to wait until later that night when, hopefully, Sirius would be alone in his room but not yet asleep.

-Sirius, meanwhile, was sitting at the dinner table doing his best to not draw attention to himself.  The sooner he could get away from his family and hide away in his room, the better.   As soon as the meal was finished Sirius, for the first time in a very long time, willingly ignored his parents’ ongoing, very prejudiced debate, and slipped up to his room without incident.

-/Hello?/ Sirius was usually very good with words, honestly, but what did one say to their soulmate they’d never written to and only met once before? And though he wouldn’t admit it, Sirius was a bit disappointed that Remus hadn’t tried to write him sooner.  When words appeared on his arm only a few seconds later, Sirius was surprised by how relieved he felt, he let out a muffled laugh.

-When /Hello/ scrawled gracefully across his forearm, Remus was very glad he’d been sitting on his bed with a pen in his hand like an idiot for the past hour.  It only took him a moment to respond.

-/Hello.  I was going to write, but I was worried you’d be with your family.  I’m sorry./

-Sirius was pleased to see Remus was better at thinking ahead than him.  /Don’t be.  I should have written months ago, it would have saved both of us a lot of trouble./

-It takes Remus a minute to respond and Sirius can’t shake the irrational fear that the boy won’t ever write him back.  Then /Are you alright?/ shows up on his arms and his breath catches in his throat, because no one but James has ever asked him that before.  His family doesn’t care and everyone at school will only ever see the happy-go-lucky, overly confident persona that Sirius takes care to never let slip.  And then here’s this kid who up until a that morning thought Sirius hated him, asking if he was alright.  /I am now./ He responds, and as corny as Sirius knows that sounds, its true.

-Remus is still worried.  Children whose parents carve hateful words into them are most certainly not ‘alright’, but he figures that’s a conversation to be held when they can actually claim to now each other.  At the moment, they’ve barley exchanged a handful of sentences yet.  Remus decides to remedy that.  /What’s your favorite Quidditch team?/

-Sirius is worried that Remus will press the issue, but breaks into a grin when he reads the word Quidditch.  His poor soulmate doesn’t know what he’s gotten himself into.

-Their light banter continues nightly for the next few weeks.  Though Sirius can rarely write during the day, both boys stay up increasingly later to talk.  

-Remus has never looked forwards to nights before, even on new moons he can’t help thinking about what’s to come.  Now though, he has an actual friend.  Someone who genuinely likes him and wants to spend time with him.  Remus always knew he was lonely, how could he not be when the only people he ever spoke to were his parents?  but he hadn’t realized how much he needed someone his own age until he met Sirius.  It scares him how much he’s come to depend on their conversations, those few hours every night that he can pretend he’s normal.  But he’s not, and one day Sirius will find out, and that scares him even more.

-Sirius has friends.  Not many ‘true’ friends, though he’s popular at school he prefers to keep to himself.  But between James and Peter, Sirius has never felt the need for anyone else, he couldn’t imagine better friends than the two he already has.  But Remus isn’t like James and Peter, he’s different.  James knows everything about him, and has always done everything he could to help his best friend, but there’s a difference between knowing and seeing and Sirius would do anything to keep James from seeing.  He’d probably feel the same way about Remus, but Remus has already seen what his parents do.  While Sirius was at first mortified and afraid that the other boy might think poorly of him, he was now just relieved not to have any secrets.  Around his family and at Hogwarts Sirius was constantly wearing a mask, faking it to make other happy and to hide how he really felt.  With Remus, he didn’t have to do that.  he didn’t want to do that.  Sirius hadn’t realized how liberating that would feel.

-The first night Remus didn’t write to him, Sirius fell asleep with his quill in hand, staring at the full moon floating outside his window. When he woke the next morning and his arm still only had his own writing on it, Sirius began to worry.  Not that Sirius Black would admit that’s what he was doing.  Rationally, he knew that Remus had just fallen asleep early, or been out with some friends.  Though funny, now that he thinks about it, Sirius realizes that Remus knows everything about James and Peter, but had never mentioned any friends of his own.  Shaking his head, he slowly dresses.  If he’s lucky he’ll have some free time after lunch to try writing some more.  Until then, he makes sure to put on  shirt with over-long sleeves.

-Remus wakes up feeling like death warmed over.  Nothing new there.  He’s lying in his own bed, in clean clothes.  His parents always try to make him as comfortable as possible.  He then notices a few black letter peaking out from under the heavy bandages on his left arm.  without thinking, he goes to unwrap them, but quickly stops, wincing in pain.  Writing will have to wait.

-Its not until the next night that Remus is finally impatient enough to take off the bandage.  He almost regrets doing so until he manages to make out what the words say, which is no easy task with three large claw marks running through them.  At first Remus is elated.  Sirius seems so genuinely worried for him.  Remus hadn’t dared to think that his soulmate really cared that much about him.  Remus knew Sirius liked him well enough, of course, but the other boy had real friends, Remus was just a way to pass a boring summer stuck at home.  But if Sirius’ words were anything to go by, he hadn’t just missed Remus, he was really, really worried.  And that instantly made Remus feel terrible.  He’d been so worried about the full moon, he hadn’t stopped to think he’d have to explain his absence to Sirius.

-/I’m here, I’m fine. I’m so so sorry.  I hurt my arm, that’s all, I couldn’t write./  That was a pretty poor excuse, and was torn between being slightly offended Remus thought him that stupid and just relieved that nothing was majorly wrong.  Relief won out, of course.  Remus hadn’t pressed about Sirius’ family, so he’d show Remus the same respect.  For now at least.  Sirius Black wasn’t usually known for his patience.

-Two weeks later, and it was Remus’ turn to be staring anxiously at his arm while the moon crept across the sky.  He probably wouldn’t have been half as worried if it wasn’t approaching the end of August and the start of the Hogwarts school year.  Remus couldn’t shake the fear that as soon as Sirius went back to Hogwarts, as soon as he caught up with his ‘real life’ friends, he would no longer have any need to write Remus nightly.  Of course, the boy would write him on occasion, they were definitely close friends now, but Remus knew how hectic life at Hogwarts must be, and how easy it would be to loose contact despite the best of intentions.

-Sirius’ day had gone from bad, to worse, to down right deadly shockingly fast.  At lunch his parents had been had been debating the best way to rid the world of squibs.  This wasn’t an unusual conversation and it was one Sirius did his best to stay out of.  Except this time, he couldn’t stop thinking about Remus.  More specifically, the most probably reason that at a boy from a wizarding family would not be attending a wizarding school.  As his parents’ ideas got more and more sickening, Sirius was becoming less and less calm.  ‘Why do you care, its not like they’re doing anyone any harm.  they’re human beings too.’

-He knew he should have kept his mouth shut, he really did, but once the idea that his soulmate was probably a squib got into his head, Sirius found it really difficult to get out, and he had never found himself so angry at his parents before.  A few nasty bruises later, he was now flopped unceremoniously on his bed.  Rolling over, he grabbed his quill and ink from the bedside table and rolled up his sleeve.  

-As (bad) luck would have it, Regulus chose that moment to come bursting into his room, starting to say, ‘Mother want you down stars now-’ before trailing off.  Sirius’ younger brother was a lot of things, but unfortunately stupid really wasn’t on of them. ‘You have a soulmark, don’t you?  Does mother know?’  Apparently Sirius’ wide eyed expression was answer enough,  Regulus ran out of the room, not bother to close the door behind him. Sirius steeled himself, and followed.  Better to get this mess over and done with.

-His mother’s screaming and his father’s disappointed gaze was nothing new.  Sirius had, even from a young age, excelled at ignoring it.  Unfortunately, not responding to a direct question never ended well.  ‘I said, “who is it?”’ Sirius wasn’t sure he’d ever seen his mother quiet so unbalanced before.  She clearly didn’t appreciate being in the dark.  ‘Clearly no one you’d like, so I’m honestly offended that you think me stupid enough to tell you.’  Expecting the palm to the face didn’t do much to lessen its pain.  Sirius wasn’t concerned though, he knew his mothers rage would only last so long, then he’d probably just be locking in his room for a few days.  His father, however, was more rational than his mother, which made him a bigger threat.  Sirius knew the man would not stand for his heir having an ‘undesirable’ for a soulmate and would simply bide his time until he could do something about it,

-Sirius found himself to be both right and wrong.  His father was definitely the one to be worried about, but he wasn’t going to bide his time.  He cut of Walburga Black’s incessant screeching.  ‘Go upstairs, boy.  You’re not to leave your room.’  Sirius wasted no time, slipping quickly out of the room.  He hesitated just out of sight though, wanting to know what he was in for.

-’You can’t seriously be letting him get away with-’, ‘Of course not, but when has yelling at the wretch ever done us a shred of good?’  Sirius could practically feel his mother’s annoyance radiating through the house.  ‘The soulmate’s name is somewhere on his body, there are plenty of spells out there with the sole purpose up bringing such marks to the surface.  Sirius won’t have a say in the matter.

-Not good, very not good. Sirius ran to his room, slipping up the stairs in his hurry.  He pulled out his wand and hastily swept all of his belongings into his trunk before shrinking it down to pocket size.  The one good thing about living with a ‘holier than thou’ pureblood family was that he didn’t have to worry about doing underage magic at home.  Black children started practicing magic at home long before Hogwarts.  

-To get to the outside, Sirius had to go out the front door.  He might have made it out unnoticed if his parents hadn’t already been on their way to find him.  As it was, just making it to the entrance hallway was a pretty good feat.  ‘I won’t let you do it.’  Sirius was glad he was well practiced at acting more confident than he actually was.  ‘You have not write to hurt an innocent person.’

-His mother scowled. ‘And what right do you have to dishonor you family so horrifically?  You’ve never been able to do anything properly.’  Ignoring her, Sirius looked at his father.  ‘If you don’t leave this be, I’ll leave.  Here and now.’  Sirius had though his father would be angry, would snap at him, at the very least.  Somehow, the uncaring ‘Then leave, and ever expect to come’ the came out was so much more hurtful.  His parents weren’t even going to try and make him stay.

-Sirius didn’t answer.  He turned, and left.

-He’d never been so glad to curl up on Jame’s bed.  He was asleep before James could ask any probing questions and before he noticed the fresh writing on his arm.

-/We really need a short code word that means ‘I won’t be able to write for a while, please don’t freak out.’/  At his point, Remus was just writing aimlessly, more to comfort himself than to actually communicate with Sirius.

-/Yeah, we do.  I’m so sorry I made you worry./

-Remus fumbled his pen, his response sloppy in his hurry to answer back. /Don’t be, I’m just happy you’re alright./

-/I’m not really./  Remus’ heart froze.  /You’re hurt?  You shouldn’t be writing./

-/No, Merlin, sorry, don’t worry, I’m not hurt.  I ran away./  Remus let out a long breath.  Running away he could deal with.  /Do you want to tell me?/  He didn’t think Sirius would respond, but after several long moments Sirius’ elegant writing was crawling along his arm.  /My brother caught me trying to write you.  Did you know there’s spells to make your soulmate’s name appear?  I didn’t.  Left before they could do it.  They said not to come back.  Wouldn’t be surprised it they disowned me.  I’m at Jame’s place, so I meant it when I said don’t worry./ then, /Are you a squib?/

-Remus really wasn’t sure how one was supposed to respond to that.  ‘Sorry you have a sucky family, of course I’m going to worry, and what?’  That probably wasn’t the best way to go, even if it was the first thing to pop into his head.  /You didn’t have to do that for me, they’re your family even if you hate each other.  It couldn’t have been easy./  Maybe also not the best thing to say, but Remus honestly didn’t know how to help his best friend/soulmate.

-/I did it for me, too.  James been telling me for years I needed to get out.  That place was no good for me.  Besides, I never would have been able to forgive myself it they did something to hurt you./  There was a pause as Sirius switched to his other arm. /I’m sorry, you don’t have to answer that question.  I shouldn’t have asked.  My parents were talking about squibs this morning, and I know you can’t go to Hogwarts, and I probably jumped to a wrong conclusion, but regardless, their bigoted ideas always get me wound up. That didn’t really help the whole situation either./

-Remus read Sirius’ message.  Twice.  He needed an excuse.  A really good one, because he knew Sirius was like a master of making up excuses himself.  That, or Remus could go with the truth, but selfish or not he really didn’t want to have that conversation yet.  He ended up with a half truth instead.  /No, I’m not a squib.  I have an illness that won’t let me go to school.  It’s nothing contagious, and its nothing for you to worry about, I’m not dying or anything, I just wouldn’t be able to keep up with the school work very well.  My mum and dad are teaching me at home./  

-Of course, despite Remus’ reassurance, Sirius was still worried, but he decided not to tell the other boy that.  /Well that’s awful.  You should go complain to fate or something.  You were robbed of having to share a dorm with me for seven years./

-Remus smiled at that.  /Yes, yes, woe is me./  He hesitated for a moment, wavering between what he wanted to write next.  Before he could chicken out, Remus quickly jotted down, /You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.  I know that’s really cheesy to say, but you should know that.  I’m going to miss you when you go to school./

-Sirius took a moment to reply and Remus thought he might have scared the other boy away.  Soulmates or no they’d only known each other for little over a month.  When the message did come, and Remus read it, he couldn’t stop smiling to himself for the rest of the day.  /Soulmate, I’m rather disappointed in myself right now because I’m afraid you have no idea how much you mean to me.  I’m going to write to you all day long now that there’s no pesky parents to get in the way./  Remus believed him.

Michigan Gothic

-You drive through a small town. It seems familiar. Have you been here before? It seems familiar, but they all do. They all seem the same. You drive through a small town.

-M-115 is a road you avoid. It never ends. Has it been half an hour? An hour? A day? You don’t know, but you don’t question it. It’s always been this way.

-You count the roadkill. 1 deer, 2 deer, 3 deer. You pass by a moving body, stepping on the gas. It’s better to stop counting. Your eyes linger in your rearview mirror as the body gets smaller. Is it because you’re further away or is there another reason? You step on the gas harder.

-The forest seems to reach for you in the darkness. You stay focused on the road, ignoring the glowing eyes in the ditches. There aren’t animals around here with six eyes.

-There are towns that seem to pop up on maps, towns you have never heard of before. No one has heard of them, but they’re there. It’s best to keep driving through them.

-Your dog growls at the forest behind your house. You hear a howl and a yip in the distance. You bring your dog inside. If someone asks you say ‘coyotes’. But no one asks, they know the truth. They say nothing as you deadbolt your door.

-A barn is standing in the distance. It’s alone and you’re unsure as to how long its been there. You’ve never seen it before, but you have. They all look the same. The next day it’s closer.

-The Cherry Festival comes to Traverse and you stay indoors. You’ve lived here all your life and have never been to that festival. Locals never go. It’s not your place. The sacrifices must be new blood. You and your loved ones are safe for another year.

-It’s May. There is snow. You don’t ask or comment. Nothing good comes from talking about the snow in May. You pretend to not notice. You make jokes about it, but it’s not a joke. When the snow is finally gone its August and it snows again.

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Friday the 13th: The Game Launches on Kickstarter

What is Friday the 13th: The Game?

Friday the 13th: The Game is one of the most highly-anticipated horror titles of all time. You will finally be able to take on the roll as Jason Voorhees and Camp Crystal Lake counselors. This is the game you’ve been waiting for; the chance to kill or be killed on Friday the 13th!

• Gameplay - Friday the 13th: The Game is a third-person horror, survival game where players take on the role of a teen counselor, or for the first time ever, Jason Voorhees. You and six other unlucky souls will do everything possible to escape and survive while the most well-known killer in the world tracks you down and brutally slaughters you.
How Will You Survive?

• How Will You Survive? - The entire focus of Friday the 13th: The Game is multiplayer. Survival is entirely up to you as you either stealthily hide from Jason or work together as a team to escape. Think you can take Jason on? You and the other counselors will have that chance as well. Be warned though, nothing is ever certain and no one is ever safe!
Play as Jason Voorhees!

• Play as Jason Voorhees! For the first time ever, you will have the opportunity to play as Jason Voorhees, the most famous killer in horror. Stalk your prey and ambush them whenever you see fit. Friday the 13th: The Game will include a variety of kills, new and familiar. You’ll even get to unlock various Jason incarnations from the movies as well as two entirely new designs never before seen.

• Camp Crystal Lake in All Its Glory -  Mirroring Camp Crystal Lake from the Friday the 13th series, players will try to survive in a camp ground setting. Complete with a lake, cabins, and crazed killer who won’t stop until you die a gruesome death.

• Be Kind. Rewind. - Every aspect of Friday the 13th: The Game is drawn straight from movies you know and love. We’ve carefully crafted this world to remind you of
everything you remember about Friday the 13th, right down to the visual fidelity of the 80’s. This is exactly how you remember it.

anonymous asked:

I sent you a Dylan pic (with a guy and a baby) but tbh I wasn't sure if it was new or not? I've never seen it before but the guy's account has nothing else posted besides that pic with Dylan from an hour ago and Dylan's hair maybe looks a little longer than it has in RSA? I honestly don't know, just ignore it if its old!

Definitely new!  Thanks for sending it in, I’ll post now. 

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     On January 23, 2015, after decades of storage, the M2-F1 finally went on display in a museum. She found her new home at the Air Force Flight Test Museum on Edwards Air Force Base, California. Before that, she was stored in a hangar at NASA Armstrong Flight Research Center, only seen by the occasional tour group. I was fortunate enough to photograph her at this previous location before the big move. The first four photos show the aircraft in its former storage area. The final six photos show the aircraft on display at its new location.

     When she arrived, I had the privilege of dusting her off, working as a volunteer for the Flight Test Museum. My first job was cleaning planes at the local airport as a young teenager. At my former job, I never cleaned anything as interesting as this and nothing gave me as much pride. For a brief moment, I felt like I was part of the lifting body story. I felt a connection to the NASA engineers who volunteered their time during construction to keep costs down. Volunteers worked to restore the aircraft in the 1990’s. We all volunteer for the same, simple reason; because we care about aviation.

     The story of the lifting body research vehicle had humble beginnings, starting with the M2-F1. NASA wanted a reusable spacecraft that could glide to and land on a conventional runway once it reentered the atmosphere, rather than splashing down in the ocean directly under its point of reentry like the Mercury spacecraft of the day. Wings are vulnerable to the intense heating and structural loads of launch and reentry. Additionally, wings are heavy; it seems a shame to drag them through an entire spaceflight, sacrificing cargo weight, only to use them for a few minutes at the end of the mission. Given the right shape, the fuselage alone could create enough lift to glide to a safe landing, or so they thought.

     Before a lifting body could fly in space, NASA had to figure out how to fly it in the atmosphere. Only $30,000 of discretionary funds were allocated for the construction of the vehicle. An additional $10,000 would later be spent on a crew ejection system. The Briegleb Glider Company constructed the bird of aluminium and wood in an area nicknamed the “Wright Bicycle Shop” at El Mirage Airport. In this shop, NASA engineers and technicians volunteered their time to construct the low budget aircraft.

     Starting on March 1, 1963, the M2-F1 began flight attempts while towed behind a brand new Pontiac Catalina convertible. When the car was hot-rodded, it reached speeds of 110 mph which was fast enough to lift the M2-F1 into the air. On August 16, 1963, the aircraft would be towed aloft by a C-47. Before air tows began, the aircraft was outfitted with an ejection seat and a small solid rocket motor that could offer up to five seconds of thrust. This rocket could be fired if landing sink rate was too high just before touchdown. The system was dubbed “Instant L/D”.

     Ten individuals piloted the M2-F1 during its research program. Fred Haise and Joe Engle each had one flight towed behind the Pontiac. They both would later become astronauts and fly the Space Shuttle. Air Force test pilot Brigadier General Chuck Yeager flew the M2-F1 five times, towed by the C-47 aircraft.

     Knowledge gained in this program was applied to the design of the Space Shuttle. Although the Shuttle had wings (added for extended cross range capability), its fuselage is a lifting body. The goal of the program was to put a lifting body shape on a spacefaring vehicle and this dream was realized. Now she’ll remain at the Air Force Flight Test Museum as an example of a humble vehicle that would ultimately change the world.

Some Thoughts on Vol. 1 of the Skyrim Library

The book itself is quite gorgeous and high quality. The font could be a bit better imho but it’s by no means awful. All the information in the book is from ingame lorebooks and so there’s nothing  new  that you can’t find learn from spending the time ingame and/or browsing UESP

my biggest complaint about the book is that its called The Skyrim Library. If the book just covered topics/info that was specific to Skyrim I wouldn’t mind. But the book starts off with A Brief History of the Empire and even has a section on Morrowind later on in the book. I really feel it should be called The Elder Scrolls Library of even the Tamriel Library.

either way its got some nice images, some I’ve never seen before. One image  is pretty low quality unfortunately however. 

Some pictures below the cut

Keep reading

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….And with that, I’ve reached the end.

No special ending. No special dialogue. It really is just a fairly incoherent, broken path of the game.

Either way, it’s been fun. And it was cool to see some dialogue and stuff that I hadn’t seen before.

Oh, and to trigger some music I hadn’t heard in Snowdin! I’ve heard both the “but nobody came” and a slowed down version of Snowy played there before, but I’d never heard the Town’s theme played slowly. Which is what played this time!

So, I suppose it wasn’t for absolutely nothing ^^;

A PSA about the DCEU Batman post-BvS:

He was not going to act the way he did in BvS in his upcoming apperances.

You can yell “course-correcting!” all you want, Batman was going to go back to being more of a hero regardless of whether or not you think DC is changing its direction.

Why? Because in a narrative sense, he’s supposed to be different from how he was in BvS. From here on in, Batman won’t have the powerlessness and paranoia caused by Superman to fuel his actions; he’ll go back to being the Caped Crusader we all know and enjoy.

So whether or not his appearance in Suicide Squad is the present Batman or one in a flashback, it doesn’t matter: that’s who he was and who he was going back to being by the end of Batman v Superman.

The narrative these movies seem to be going for were never going to keep the characterization of BvS!Batman all through the rest of his apperances in the dceu. Why would they? That’s not who he was at the end of the film, why would they throw away the character arc he went through and ignore it? The Batman we see at the end is one who is going back to his old ways of doing things, ways we’ll see in Suicide Squad (presumably as a flashback) and going into the Justice League movie. The way BvS ended paved the way for a more familiar Batman to appear in future films.

So let me say it again: it’s not course correcting if that’s what his character was already going to act like.

And if it is somehow DC “course correcting”, it still makes sense based on how Bruce felt after the events of BvS. So there’s no “rewriting”, no “dropping his characterization”, no “this guy gets Batman!”. It all makes sense with what we’ve been given and what we can expect moving forward. And seeing as how Suicide Squad had already filmed the Batman cameo months before BvS was released, there’s no way they could “course correct” for anything.

It’s like people have never seen character arcs carry over from one franchise film to the next. It’s nothing new.

The Black Liquid from Chapter 74 and its Properties

Now this is really stretching, but I think the black liquid we see in the cups is actually Ymirs spinal fluid.

“WHAT? IMPOSSIBLE!” I hear you shout as you read this. Well just hear me out. Heres my evidence.

We haven’t seen Ymir for a long, LONG time. I mean ages. And this seems pretty fishy to me. We don’t even see her on the wall with Bert and Reiner. So what happened to her?

Well I think that she is either dead, or Reiner, Bert, and the Ape Titan were able to extract her spinal fluid and she passed out somewhere. Note that you don’t have to eat or kill someone to gain their abilities. You just need to ingest their spinal fluid. So its very possible for Ymir to be alive.

Also, take a look at Reiner. We’ve never seen him climb the damn wall before. Hes never been that agile or had the ability to climb the walls that we’ve seen. So how is he now? Well, take a look at this panel.

Oh Reiner, what big claws you have! Weve never seen those before, now have we. Sure it might be possible he just never used them, but if he had claws like that for climbing the wall or fighting, how come he never used them? No, this is a recent ability. And look who else has claws eerily similar?

That’s right, Ymir in her titan form. Ymir is also able to climb walls and use her claws to fight.

Also, Reiners ability to move his brains functions to other parts of his body to stay alive is also a new one we haven’t seen before now. And its definitely not one hes used before. So again, why not use it before but use it now? Because its a new ability. It may have nothing to do with Ymir, but when he did it, I instantly thought of the scene where Ymir was talking to Historia outside of her titan while still controlling it. She was able to move some of her brains functions to keep her titan active and control it, while still being able to talk to Historia.

And before the scientists come at me saying spinal fluid isn’t black, maybe being a titan shifter changes its color. Weve seen titan shifters undergo various other changes to their physical body, so why not that too?

So that’s my theory. Ymir is either dead or unconscious after having a lot of her spinal fluid extracted and consumed by Reiner, Bertholdt, and the Ape Titan to gain her abilities. Tjis explains their new powers and Ymirs absence.

Ok, The Rose...

He walked past the couch to the open window, and held up the drooping stalk of a moss-rose, looking down at the dainty blend of crimson and green. It was a new phase of his character to me, for I had never before seen him show any keen interest in natural objects.

“There is nothing in which deduction is so necessary as in religion,” said he, leaning with his back against the shutters. “It can be built up as an exact science by the reasoner. Our highest assurance of the goodness of Providence seems to me to rest in the flowers. All other things, our powers our desires, our food, are all really necessary for our existence in the first instance. But this rose is an extra. Its smell and its color are an embellishment of life, not a condition of it. It is only goodness which gives extras, and so I say again that we have much to hope from the flowers”.

Arthur Conan Doyle

The Naval Treaty

And there’s great Sherlock Holmes in the middle of the case distracted by THE ROSE…

10

So I can finally say I’ve made it. We all did. School seems to go on forever but #walangforever…. haha it was good while it lasted. Here is a photo heavy post of graduation! Read on! the actual text post kwento is below, continue breezing through the photos!

Hey there! If you’ve reached til the end of this post then cool! As I’ve promised, I’ll make a backlog post about the events that transpired from an almost 3-month hiatus. (ps. my mem card got corrupted where photos with all of my friends are, although I have selfie pics with all of them I guess it’s enough memorabilia)


Ahh, it’s still surreal. As my readers would know, I’ve set up objectives for myself to attain. Dream big they say, so if you fall short at least it’s near to where you want to be. I’m not really a studious person, I’m not the type to review frantically for quizzes and such but I do get shit done and I am passionate about learning. I do believe in having a good balance betwixt having fun and being responsible with my tasks as a student. Looking back, I’ve had a pretty amazing college life. I am so overwhelmingly blessed and I will be forever grateful for all that has been bestowed upon me by Gman while I work hard for what I want. You see, nothing is impossible. That day, everything paid off. All of the sleepless nights, the sorry-I-can’t-go-out-with-you-guys-today-I-have-to-do-something scenarios, the aching wrists as I type 1000 word essays (that got a perfect score damn #braggingrights *sheds tear*), all those nights and days of making character designs, acrylic paintings, editing videos, shooting films, going to school with no sleep, torn scripts, deadlines deadlines, deadlines. It’s not just academic work I’m submerged in, all those hosting duties, events, shoots, that I have to juggle while studying, hah, also being an entrepreneur at 18 and making my own money from my art that I’ve put so much work on. It’s tough, challenging, and amazing at the same time. Sometimes, well most of the time, I can’t really internalize my achievements and I feel like I’m just not enough. Not for the sake of fishing praises or whatever but I guess it has a lot to do with wanting to make my parents proud and happy and being the eldest daughter I had to set a standard or an example towards my younger siblings. Although my family did nothing but to support all out with my endeavors, always making sure I get to and fro school safe, (side story: I’ve been carpooled for more or less half of my college life not because I do not know how to commute but they love and care for me so much that they want me to travel safely and my gosh, I’ve no complaints it’s a big relief cos I’m always late and ang hassle mag commute whenever they’re too busy to make hatid or sundo haha), so I guess, it’s just me. I’m always in competition with myself. And during that day, I’m really happy and contented. I feel so utterly blessed and full of bliss. I have had my fair share of detractors and haters (everyone has one) but I’ve continued to focus on the positive and making myself better instead of being a hater myself. I’ve proved to myself through and through that I can do this, and I did. The people who are there for me, my family, mentors, friends, and forever-supporting readers, you have my unending thanks. The ones who have been with my adventures since I started this personal blog of mine, I guess you could see my growth and the challenges I had to hurdle to get where I am now. Yes, some may say grades do not measure your intelligence but I say, it measures your perseverance, your diskarte in multi tasking, in balancing your social life, school, family, love life (hirap mag aral tapos nag away kayo?Then I actually get a good grade on my exam. I deserve an award!!!! Char) (side story: amiga of mama: ang ganda naman ng anak mo! May boyfriend na ba??? Mama: Oo amiga: pinayagan mo? Mama: Oo, responsible si Pau eh, kahit ba may boyfriend o wala, maayos ang grades, in fact constant dean’s lister siya so no problem. BOOM AMIGA U JUST GOT BURNED) and other extra curricular tasks, I say I get good grades cos I am in love with what I do, I am passionate with the program I took up so I give it my 100% no excuses. I remember an anon way back in  2011 saying before “sabi nila maganda ka lang daw” and I just smile at the thought of it now. I believe, beauty is nothing without brains, and brains are nothing without good character.  Hah, I pardon if I am speaking well, writing, in a somewhat fragmented manner. I guess I have a lot of stories to share and to my new readers who might feel lost with what I’m talking about feel free to back read hehe. To end this post, I say, just do your thing. Be you, be a better person each day, use everything around you to be a positive force in the universe, let go of toxic people, the ones who can’t be happy for you, let them go, the ones who deserve to stay in your life will always be proud and be there for you, make mistakes, learn, we are not perfect individuals, we will never be, be true to yourself, to the people around you, sometimes it’s better to be hurt than to be the one hurting others, be patient: you are a work in progress, it’s okay to rest, YOU DON’T HAVE TO HAVE IT ALL TOGETHER, banish this image of instagram perfection, bask in the joy of knowing life first hand, go out! Go to actual mountains instead of googling them, remind people that you’re there for them, say thank you to those who have affected your life in a good way, even to those who didn’t, be thankful, for you will grow and be a better individual. Show your love to your parents, your grand parents, they won’t be around forever, as well as your siblings, they won’t be little forever. I say this now to you, at this moment, you are enough. You are worth it. Stop saying that “I’ll be happy when…” No, you don’t have to acquire things or be something so you could say you’re happy. It is within you. Celebrate the little things! Celebrate your achievements no matter how small or big it is. Work hard, stay humble. Live one day at a time, enjoy school, enjoy learning, stay inspired,everything has its own time. I’ve made it. And so will you.

The Black Liquid from Chapter 74

Now this is really stretching, but I think the black liquid we see in the cups is actually Ymirs spinal fluid.

“WHAT? IMPOSSIBLE!” I hear you shout as you read this. Well just hear me out. Heres my evidence.

We haven’t seen Ymir for a long, LONG time. I mean ages. And this seems pretty fishy to me. We don’t even see her on the wall with Bert and Reiner. So what happened to her?

Well I think that she is either dead, or Reiner, Bert, and the Ape Titan were able to extract her spinal fluid and she passed out somewhere. Note that you don’t have to eat or kill someone to gain their abilities. You just need to ingest their spinal fluid. So its very possible for Ymir to be alive.

Also, take a look at Reiner. We’ve never seen him climb the damn wall before. Hes never been that agile or had the ability to climb the walls that we’ve seen. So how is he now? Well, take a look at this panel.

Oh Reiner, what big claws you have! Weve never seen those before, now have we. Sure it might be possible he just never used them, but if he had claws like that for climbing the wall or fighting, how come he never used them? No, this is a recent ability. And look who else has claws eerily similar?

That’s right, Ymir in her titan form. Ymir is also able to climb walls and use her claws to fight.

Also, Reiners ability to move his brains functions to other parts of his body to stay alive is also a new one we haven’t seen before now. And its definitely not one hes used before. So again, why not use it before but use it now? Because its a new ability. It may have nothing to do with Ymir, but when he did it, I instantly thought of the scene where Ymir was talking to Historia outside of her titan while still controlling it. She was able to move some of her brains functions to keep her titan active and control it, while still being able to talk to Historia.

And before the scientists come at me saying spinal fluid isn’t black, maybe being a titan shifter changes its color. Weve seen titan shifters undergo various other changes to their physical body, so why not that too?

So that’s my theory. Ymir is either dead or unconscious after having a lot of her spinal fluid extracted and consumed by Reiner, Bertholdt, and the Ape Titan to gain her abilities.

Mystery Girl: Stiles Stilinski/ Teen Wolf Imagine

You took a breath before walking through the doors. Instantly you felt eyes on you. Some smiles, some frowns, some laughs. “Okay so before we take you to the counsellors we want you to meet the gang.” Scott said as he lead you towards the lockers. In the distance you could see someone you instantly knew was Lydia. You barely remembered her from when you were kids but you always knew it was her because of her hair and the way she should, tall and confident. “Hey Lydia, guys this is y/n. My cousin.” You smiled at everyone, they smiled back. “Hey wow you guys look a like.” The girl who instantly took Scotts hand said. Must be the girlfriend. “Really? Maybe i need some tattoos now.” You said and everyone laughed. “Welcome back y/n.” Lydia said with a shy smile. “Im Malia.”  A taller girl with short hair and short…shorts pushed through the group to say hi. “Oh hey. Nice to meet you.” You looked at Stiles. He had told you about how he dated her for awhile. You could not see him with her at all, she looked like the type of girl that would be with a jock not a…Stiles. “Okay well we will see you guys at lunch, gotta get y/n to the counsellors to figure out her courses.” Stiles said as he put his hands on your shoulders and spun you the opposite direction. “See you!” Lydia said. “Bye!” You said as you were pushed down the hallway. 

“Im going I’m going gosh.” You said. “Sorry.” Stiles said as he put his arms down. “So they seem nice. Lydia seems…calmer from when she was a kid.” You laughed. “Yeah well she’s been through a lot the last few years.” Stiles said with his head down. “Oh. Well Malia eh?” You nudged him. “Oh shut up.” He nudged you back an you both laughed. 

“Ok so text me your first class and ill come get you after and take you to your next one.” The bell rang. “You don’t have to do that Stiles. Im sure ill find my way.” You said. “Nah its all good. So text me!” he said as he bounced down the hallway. You turned and walked into the counsellors office.

“Hello?” You said as you entered. “Oh good morning! You must be..y/n?” You shook the women hand. “Yeah.” She gestured you to sit down. “Well welcome to Beacon High. Im Ms. Martin. Now why don’t you fill these forms out first.” She handed you a stack of about 5 pieces of paper. You signed everyone line, barely reading what they said. “Okay so what courses are you interested in taking?” You had thought about this plenty. “Uhh well i really love psychology, drawing, history…” You trailed off. “Okay well you have to take a math, and english. We have biopsychology which is a science about psychology, we can put you in an art course and history and give you a study block?” She typed without looking at the computer. “Yeah that sounds perfect.” You said. 

You were waiting outside the counsellors office for Stiles when you were nearly pushed over by someone. “hey watch out-” You looked up to see a very attractive boy. “Oh I’m so sorry…you..i have never seen you before.” He smiled. “uhh yeah I’m new. Im y/n.” You said trying not to blush. “Im Theo. Its very very nice to meet you. Oh and sorry again.” He winked as he walked away. “Hey. What did he want?” Stiles walked up beside you. “Nothing just saying hi. How did the universe make a perfect looking person like that?” You said watching as he walked away. “You mean how did satan make the perfect ass hole.” You rolled your eyes. ‘C’mon i gotta get to History.” You said.

History class consisted of listening to the teacher go on about things you already knew about, things you spent hours reading about in the library where you taught yourself everything. After that class, you found your way to Math where you sat for another hour bored. Then it was finally lunch. Scott and Stiles’s lockers were right outside your class so you met up with them instantly. “Hows your first day?” Scott asked. “Pretty boring.” You said. “Welcome to high school.” He said.

You all met at a table outside with your trays of food. “Hey y/n, are you wearing Scotts shirt?” Lydia asked. ‘Oh yeah. I couldn’t bring any clothes here and the ones i was wearing got destroyed.” You looked down at the sagging jeans. “So you got here all by yourself? Why?” Malia asked and everyone looked at her. ‘Well i..uhh.” You stuttered. “She just did lets leave it at that for now.” Stiles said. “Hey if you wanna come over later, i have a bunch of old clothes you could have.” Lydia smiled. “Yeah that would be great actually. Thanks.” You said and smiled back. You spent the rest of lunch listening to them talk about some party on Friday and invited you to come. “So what class do you have next?” Scott asked. “uhh art.” You said cheerfully. “Oh with my mom? Ms. Martin?” Lydia asked. “I knew she looked familiar! yeah i have her for that class.” You stood up as the bell rang. “I have it too, i can take you there.” She said.

You and Lydia sat next to each other in front of canvases. “So how is living with Scott?” She asked while sketching. “Uhh interesting. Better than home for sure.”You said as you sighed. “Was home..bad?” You felt comfortable with Lydia so you decided to tell her. “Yeah well. My mom has issues and so does my step dad, he’s a drunk…typical. I just had to get away. Back home. Back to a normal life.” You watched her face drop as you mentioned the thought of a normal life. “Well i hope you find that.” She said.