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WHERE’S MY BANQUET OVA

KUBO I LOVED THE ENDING AND YOUR EXISTENCE BUT WHERE IS MY POST-GPF BANQUET SCENE.

YOU HAVE GIVEN US THE WORLD AND PERFECTION WITHIN IT I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS LAST EPISODE BUT I NEED TO SEE THE REUNION WITH ALL OF THE SKATERS.

I NEED TO SEE PHICHIT SPRINTING UP TO YURI GRIPPING HIS HAMSTERS AND SQUEALING ABOUT HIS DREAM WHILE YURI SMILES WEAKLY BUT SMILES FOR SUPPORT NONETHELESS

I WANNA SEE YURI’S OLD COACH GIVE HIM A SLAP ON THE BACK WITH A HARSH “I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT! MAKE SURE TO LAY OFF THE CHAMPAGNE, KIDDO.”

I WANNA SEE CHRIS BLOWING VICTOR OFF JEALOUSLY AND HIS “COME-TOO-LATE” MAN SLINGING HIS ARM AROUND CHRIS’S SHOULDER AND GIVING HIM A GLASS OF CHAMPAGNE TO COOL HIM DOWN.

GIVE ME A JJ WHO HAS LEARNED HIS LESSON ABOUT EGOTISTICAL TENDENCIES AND AWKWARDLY COMPLIMENTS YURI AND YURIO FOR SKATING A BETTER GAME THAN HIM. 

I GOTTA GET ME SOME OF THAT AWKWARD OTAYURI POST-COMPETITION CONVERSATION (Yurio: “I apologize for taking your dream from you. I know you wanted the gold medal to bring back to your country…” Otabek: “There will be many more opportunities for the both of us. Your free skate was beautiful or sOME SHIT LIKE THIS LETS BE TIGER AND BEAR FURRIES TOGETHER FOREVER”)

okay and fiNALLY I NEED ME A DRUNK VICTURI BECAUSE APPARENT REASONS (and let’s be honest, chris ain’t gonna pass up the opportunity to bring his stripper pole again) AND I NEED VICTOR TO DRUNKENLY CONFESS THAT THE ACTUAL MOMENT HE FELL IN LOVE WAS WHEN YURI DRY HUMPED HIM 

THIS OVA IS GOING TO HAPPEN GUYS. BECAUSE KUBO ALWAYS DELIVERS. 

My grandfather was a Jewish American who fought in World War II

And if this Neo-Nazi crap doesn’t end soon, I’m worried that dear Grandpa Max is going to return from the grave and lead a zombie uprising until we all finally learn our lesson.

So let’s please all get rid of fascism before it’s too late.

Life lessons I’ve re-learned through Rogue One

- Small deeds always have great consequences

- Disobeying a superior can be necessary if you feel it is right

- A bit of faith is better than none when facing tough times

- It is never too late to fight for something

- It is better to act unsuccessfully than not act at all

- Trust goes both ways

- Spreading/doing harmful actions for a “good cause” doesn’t make you faultless

- We can all become heroes in the simplest ways, but when these small heroes are brought together, their voice can be heard

Day Four Hundred Seventy Four.

i.
gapped teeth and frizzy hair,
an awkward smile hiding a voice long subdued.
i reached to you with pencil crayons
and made sure to take your route home.
you held my rouge-red heart in your little hands
until it crumpled and i had to move on.
i was only six.

ii.
we were young and a little too foolish.
we laughed too loud at jokes only we found funny
and talked late into the night.
fingers tapping on keys,
we were all clicks and buzzes.
you kissed me in the rain once,
but never held me tight enough.
i’ll never forget the last time you let me go.

iii.
you are the lesson i wish i never learned.
i spent months convincing myself that you were perfect;
a knight in shining armor,
the one to finally see.
but you were too busy trying to make changes,
editing out the parts that didn’t quite fit,
zooming into every flaw with your prized camera lens.
you tried to mold me into the girl i could never be.
the day i broke your heart i broke my own,
i don’t know if i’ll ever recover.

iv.
love, i finally found you
please stick around

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01/14: life lately

Bad news, Last thursday (or even earlier than that) I got sent home from work because of Flu. I also called in sick the next days because I can’t get up anymore. With that, I drove myself to urgent care (ER) on Friday because my fever is already getting higher than last night. (39-40 deg C) My headache, cough, sore throat and nasal congestion worsen too. The doctor, however didn’t prescribe me oseltamivir anymore because it’s too late for that. (it’s been 48 hours already)

All I need are bed rest and lots of fluid. All i’m worried about now is that, if I’m not going to get better on Sunday, there’s a chance that I could miss work again and I can’t afford to do that! So Lesson learned, if only I went to doctor earlier and got a prescription drug for flu, I might get well in 2 days. But since I am so in denial of getting sick, I went there too late and was nearly dying. And now, I missed 2-3 days of work already.

take care of yourself! Flu season is here.
This is the first time I got sick in the US. (like seriously) I can’t even remember how I got home because driving to and from the clinic was really difficult.

Adios, let me rest. I’m contagious now so no cuddles. :(

Ps: and yes, I have a narcissist page there for my planner/journal.

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You had seen what happened to his last teacher, he had literally thrown him around the room because he got angry and impatient. You weren’t keen on meeting the same fate. When you entered the room and Rollo looked at you, you hesitated for a second but went in nontheless. Too late to turn back now anyway, you already had agreed.

He greeted you politely, earning a surprised look from you. You smiled at him and began your lesson.

Rollo was instantly smitten with you. You were beautiful and very patient with him whenever he didn’t understand something.

“Did you understand that?” You ask him, seeing his confused expression.

“No…not really.” He answers. You smile at him and try to find some easier words to explain things. 


After a while you were able to have normal conversations with him and you’re a bit surprised to learn that he wasn’t the savage everyone made him out to be. He was quite interesting and you loved listening to his stories about his homeland.

anonymous asked:

All I think of when I hear Dad Shawn is him watching Harry Potter with the little tyke because "magical is one hundred percent real" and then teaching him how to make wands??

“See now this is is Harry, we like him. And that’s Hermione she is badass. We love her.”
*toddler is playing with his new stick*
“Buddy… you gotta listen this is wizarding 101. We have a lot to learn until you get your Hogwarts letter.”
*toddler giggles because his stick makes him happy.*
“Shawn… don’t you think it’s a tad early for learning witchcraft?”
“It’s never too early to learn witchcraft. I’d say he is already late!” *clutches his chest at your blasphemous words*
*toddler happily pokes Shawn with the ‘wand’*
“Ah… practicing spells I see… Now little guy let’s continue the lesson shall we?”
“I swear to god…” *exasperated Y/N throws their hands in the air*

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You knew things were going to end badly when you saw Gally approaching you and Zart with an angry look on his face.

“Gally don’t!” You began but it was too late to reason with him. Gally had already spun Zart around and punched him in the face. Zart’s nose was extremely bloody as he retreated away from Gally. Gally tried to go after him but you held him back.

“You think you can’t just flirt with her and get away with it” Gally growled spit practically flying from his mouth.

“Gally stop it, stop it” you said desperately trying to calm him down. You’ve never truly seen Gally this angry. You figured Zart learned his lesson after this and wouldn’t try anything anymore.

The Signs as Cliche` movie characters.
  • Aries: The loner that just turns out to be lonely
  • Taurus: The popular kid that feels misunderstood by their friends
  • Gemini: The one that defies their parents to live their dreams
  • Cancer: The character that overcomes insurmountable odds to survive
  • Leo: The one that learns that you find good friends in unlikely places
  • Virgo: The middle-aged character that learns that it's never too late to pursue your dreams
  • Libra: The nerd that becomes popular but learns a valuable lesson
  • Scorpio: The one that looks for love, but finds out in the end that they've always had "the one" right in front of them
  • Sagittarius: The cool character that sacrifices themselves for their friend
  • Capricorn: The jerk that turns out to have a sensitive side
  • Aquarius: The villain that's really a good guy
  • Pisces: The coach that has to get the team to come together
Imagine running to Dean when your boyfriend cheated on you and he uses this as chance to tell you his own little secret he was keeping from you...

Originally posted by acklesjensen

Pain. That was all that boy was since the moment he walked into your life. How you never noticed it until it was too late you would never know. He was what you call…a lair…disloyal…a two-timing man whore…what’s the word? Oh, a cheater.

Some lessons you just have to learn the hard way, and this was unfortunately one of them. Your mother always did say that boys were filthy pigs, and you didn’t believe her until one of them broke your heart. Then, you would run to her in tears, but who was there to run to this time around? She was no longer around to run to when life was turned upside down. The next best thing was someone who wasn't even blood related and was oddly enough another male…Dean Winchester.

With black tears and smeared makeup, you came into the bunker a sobbing mess which instantly got the hunter’s attention. “Holy crap, Y/n, what happened?” Dean asked the moment you walked into the library.

“He…he cheated, Dean…he loved another while he led me on.”

“He? You mean-”

“Yes!” you cut him off. “Yes, him! That little..” Another sob cut off your insulting name and string of curses, but a sense of comfort engulfed you as Dean pulled you into his arms. Your knuckles were practically white you were squeezing his flannel so hard.

“Hey,” he comforted, “it’s okay…it’s okay… I’ll kill him. I swear to god I’ll murder him.”

Pissed didn’t even begin to describe the Winchester at the moment. That lucky son of a bitch had the most wonderful girl in the world and then he goes and ruins it with some cheap skank from a bar, hurting you in the process. If he ever had the chance with you like he did he wouldn’t waste them so carelessly.

“He had so many secrets and the one I actually got to discover was the one that would hurt me in ways I didn’t even think I could hurt,” you sobbed out.

Dean’s heart was breaking seeing you like this, and he couldn’t do anything but just stand and take in what was actually happening. He never did have a chance to confess his own secret, but now you were finally single, but in all honesty, did you really want to hear that another man has fallen in love with you at the moment? Would it stitch up your broken heart or would it be like a Band-Aid over a bullet wound?

“Please,” Dean choked out, “please don’t cry…” Of course his words only made it worse but somehow you managed to look up into his green eyes as you swallowed down another sob. The look of hurt was in his own eyes, but that wasn’t the only thing you saw either. “I can’t stand seeing you so heartbroken. It’s killing me. At least let me take you out for a drink or something.”

You shook your heard as another tear joined the rest on your makeup streaked face. “No, no I can’t. He loved me, or I thought he did, but now he just kicked me to the side like some useless whore that’s only good for a one night stand.”

“Y/n…you are so much more than a one night stand, don’t you get that? God, you’re perfect in so many ways. He is crazy for leaving you, and I am sorry for raising my voice, but you shouldn’t be wasting your tears on someone who doesn’t give two shits about you when there is someone standing in front of you who is willing to give up everything he has just so he can be with you!”

“D-Dean, I-” you tried but words were failing you at the moment. You were forced to just stand there and feel. Feel the emotions from your past. Feel the emotions of the present and feel the emotions of what’s to come…

Maybe Dean Winchester was just another pig like your mother had warned you about, or maybe Dean Winchester was another mystery waiting to be solved…



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A Paladin’s Journal

Life is full of lessons.  I’ve learned some hard ones, lately.  I hold no resentment, and I look forward with confidence rather than trepidation.  My voice is as strong as I wish it to be.

I ought to see what I can do about getting Rask and Garan in the same room with me.  Gen too, if he wants.  I want to be in the center of it all.

It’s hard to believe I’ve written those words.  I should scratch them out.  What good will that do?  No one will read this but me.  I know they’re there.  The thoughts are still in my head.  Oh, they are certainly in my head.

What have they done to me?  Do I care?  By the Light.

@rask-the-rogue @garantonancel and @wrath-gar for mention

Purrfectly Criminal Part 1

Okay, the next day of Ladynoir is proving to be a bit of a struggle to write. On the plus side, it’s pretty long so far!

I wrote this after reading a criminal Cat Noir AU fanfic. I liked the idea and put my own spin on it after checking with the author for permission to use the concept. So, here is something for you to read while I wrangle with Day 19 of Ladynoir July.

A rash of crimes have been linked to one super-powered criminal that has Paris terrified. On her way home, Marinette runs into the criminal and learns a valuable lesson: You shouldn’t believe everything you hear from Hawkmoth.


Marinette was quiet, eyes nervously darting around to observe her surroundings. It was late, after all, and she couldn’t be too careful. News reports about the recent string of crimes linked to one enigmatic figure resounded through her mind, and she tried to push them away. The cool air sent a shiver down her spine. Hopefully, it wasn’t so late that she risked an encounter with him. A shadow crossing her path startled her, but within seconds, she realized it was just a small black cat. Nothing to fear.

Unlike-

Her thoughts stopped when she heard a thump from behind her. Marinette froze.

“It’s a little late for you to be out alone, isn’t it?”

Maybe if she didn’t turn, he’d leave, Marinette briefly hoped. The voice was frighteningly familiar. Anyone would recognize it. After all, they played his taunting messages on the news near constantly.

She nearly jumped out of her skin when his clawed glove landed on her shoulder. The hand spun her around, and she wanted to close her eyes. She would have, if his green gaze hadn’t met hers so quickly.

The world seemed to stop as the blood drained from her face, and she forgot how to breathe. Bright green eyes? Check. Black cat ears peeking out from brilliant blonde hair? Check. Black leather catsuit? Check. Clawed gloves? Check. Frightening Cheshire grin? Check.

“Cat Noir…” Marinette breathed softly, fear filling her eyes.

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Pillow forts
  • Mommy: *walks into the living room to find a giant pillow fort*
  • Me: *pokes head out, sees her and retreats back into it*
  • Mommy: What is this baby boy?
  • Me: *giggles* it's my fort!
  • Mommy: Can I come in that fort?
  • Me: ummmmmmm....no!
  • Mommy: Oh? Then I guess the tickle monster will come in and get you *walks towards the blanket-door*
  • Me: Nuuuuuu!!!! You can come in! You can come in!
  • Mommy: Nope, too late. *comes in and begins to tickle me*
  • Me: I sowwy! *laughs* I sowwy! Pwease stops!! *laughs and tries to fight back*
  • Mommy: I think you learned your lesson *stops and snuggles me*
  • Me: *giggles and snuggles back* I wuv yew mommy
  • Mommy: I love you too my little fort builder