geek guide to keeping temper at work
  • My boss:I need you to fix your attitude with (idiot coworkers) less Hulk more Polly Anna
  • Me:sweet kind eternal optimist? yeah you realize that's never gonna happen
  • My boss:a civil medium maybe?
  • me:so you're asking for somewhere between Kiki and princess Mononoke?
  • My boss:with a little Vulcan kohlinar thrown in
  • Me:that I can do... I'm just lucky my boss speaks miyazaki

The curling floral script is shaky to begin, punctuated by forceful blots and jags.

Damn her, damn them, damn their arrows, I’ll walk into their camp and burn every bow and them, too. My hand. This is her fault. Her and her sword and her strength and recklessness! She should feel this pain! I should take it out of my head and put it in hers! I’ll-

The line stops with a tear in the paper and a large blot as if the quill broke from the force of the writing. It resumes more naturally farther down the page.

She was indispensable today. In the cities I’ll be reliant on myself. She’ll need me there. In the wilds it’s a different story. A little of that will go a long way; best to keep her from overconfidence. Her loyalty, though, seems secure. It won’t take much to maintain and one must be grateful for tools that need no sharpening. I was nearly forced to drive her away to treat my hand in peace. 

She walks so close to the Nightmare roads and yet still kills them contemptuously. There’s a rich vein of pain and uncertainty here; opening it will require precision and tact. All that power like hers requires is a skillful mind to direct it.

I’ll need more root salve. 

The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth, and addressed her in a languid, sleepy voice.

`Who are YOU?’ said the Caterpillar. This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, `I—I hardly know, sir, just at present— at least I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.’ `What do you mean by that?’ said the Caterpillar sternly. `Explain yourself!’ `I can’t explain MYSELF, I’m afraid, sir’ said Alice, `because I’m not myself, you see.’ `I don’t see,’ said the Caterpillar. `I’m afraid I can’t put it more clearly,’ Alice replied very politely, `for I can’t understand it myself to begin with; and being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing.’ `It isn’t,’ said the Caterpillar. `Well, perhaps you haven’t found it so yet,’ said Alice; `but when you have to turn into a chrysalis—you will some day, you know—and then after that into a butterfly, I should think you’ll feel it a little queer, won’t you?’ `Not a bit,’ said the Caterpillar. `Well, perhaps your feelings may be different,’ said Alice; `all I know is, it would feel very queer to ME.’ `You!’ said the Caterpillar contemptuously. `Who are YOU?’ Which brought them back again to the beginning of the conversation. Alice felt a little irritated at the Caterpillar’s making such VERY short remarks, and she drew herself up and said, very gravely, `I think, you ought to tell me who YOU are, first.’ `Why?’ said the Caterpillar. Here was another puzzling question; and as Alice could not think of any good reason, and as the Caterpillar seemed to be in a VERY unpleasant state of mind, she turned away. `Come back!’ the Caterpillar called after her. `I’ve something important to say!’ This sounded promising, certainly: Alice turned and came back again. `Keep your temper,’ said the Caterpillar. – ALICE’S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND Lewis Carroll
Chapter 5 - Advice from a Caterpillar

Now, to just listen to some of my favorite music and forget about everything and everyone else.

Willie “The Lion” Smith/The Gulf Coast Seven - Keep Your Temper

anonymous asked:

In that AU where Timoteo's sons take longer to die, why did Tsuna almost burn Iemitsu?

hah he didn’t almost burn Iemitsu. His father’s going to be wearing bandages for a while. Tsuna’s almost burned his father’s face off, and would have succeeded too if Iemitsu’s arm hadn’t gotten in the way.

Tsuna’s, oh, thirteen here? This is what puts him on the path to the apartment shared with Takeshi and Kyouya, to the barely-controlled Flame, to the absolute fury whenever the word Vongola is mentioned.

You’re the son of il Giovane Leone?” the man laughs in Tsuna’s face. “Man, I’d be doing your dad a favor, getting rid of you!”

Tsuna can feel his face heating up, but he doesn’t say anything, instead concentrating on the sloppy knot he can feel but not see.

keep your temper, he tells himself. if you attack him, you’ll lose all the progress you’ve made.

“The Vongola must be so ashamed of you,” the man says, and Tsuna bites his tongue and keeps working on the knot. He doesn’t know what the Vongola are, but he doesn’t want to ask. “Maybe that’s why he never admits you exist, he’s too ashamed that he had such a pathetic son!”

Tsuna keeps his eyes fixed on his mother, on the blood in her hair. He keeps his attention fixed on the almost-untied knot. He can still hear.

“Man, I’ll be doing those pricks a favor, killing you off for them.”

The knot comes apart, and Tsuna looks up at the man holding a gun on him, talking about some “Vongola” and Tsuna’s father, who apparently isn’t dead.

Tsuna’s cheeks feel stiff from the tears that are drying on them, and he knows his eyes are red, but all he can feel right now is fury. This man–European, blonde, a scar through his eyebrow, a beard like Tsuna’s father’s and a suit that doesn’t seem to fit–this man is the reason that Tsuna’s mother is bleeding onto the carpet.

This man is going to pay.

Tsuna bares his teeth in an expression that would be more at home on Hibari Kyouya’s face, and launches himself for the man’s throat.


Six hours later, after the police and the ambulance have come and gone, Tsuna can still taste blood in his mouth, keeps finding hints of skin between his teeth.

His mother still hasn’t woken up, and his father is impossible to get into contact with, and Tsuna thinks that he’s still angry. Not at the man, not anymore, because that’s over. Tsuna took care of it with his teeth and his fists and the entire contents of the kitchen knife block, just to be sure.

He’s angry at his father, who should have been here, should have kept thsi from happening.

(Tsuna tells the hospital psychiatrist this. She tells him that these feelings will pass in time, that he’ll learn not to blame dead people for what the living do.

Tsuna clenches his fists at that answer, and feels like he’s drowning in fury, until he returns to school a month later, and Hibari Kyouya drags him out of class and into a fight. In the midst of a relentless assault, Tsuna takes his first free breath in weeks.)

Want to help run this blog?

So this blog has 2,000 followers and was once really great and constantly got asks and reblogs and stuff, but now is basically dead. I’m emotionally burnt out arguing, but I still want a few people who can be here to answer questions, make posts, and correct misinformation. Requirements…

- Must be completely pro-choice. No exceptions. You support a person’s right to abort no matter how many times they do it or how shitty you feel the reason is.

- Have knowledge of sources and resources to assist people seeking abortions. 

- Be compassionate and able to offer advice or support to people. 

- Not use or support using terms like “uterus bearer”.

- Be mature and keep your temper. I do not want to see a person who resorts to insults and aggression when debating. 

- I would prefer people afab be mods as this is an afab issue, but am willing to make exceptions for the right person. 

Message me if interested and I’ll give you a few sample arguments/questions and see how you respond. Please note if you’re trans, a POC, neurodivergent, etc as I want a diverse collection of mods. 

anonymous asked:

Honestly i have read your poems and theyre annoying as fuck. always starting with "its as if" like its not making them better lol.


Its as if you need sleep,
Lie down and count sheep.
Count them as they leap,
Ignore the alarm as it beeps

Go to sleep my child
And may your mind go wild
Hey, dont get mad, keep your temper mild
And dont knock over the books that were piled.


now that you are calm as can be,
Close your eyes till you cant see
Shut your mouth, no you cant go pee!
Ill kill you and no one will know it was me.

And as i conclude this story,
Im finally in my glory
After many visits to maury
Its proven youre a dick, sorry not sorry.