lessons at the hospital

Important TED talks

Summer is time to relax but we should take the time to think. Here are my favorites ted talk videos that I think everyone should watch:


眠らぬ街のシンデレラ - Seduce in the Sleepless City Jp
愛の結晶編 - The fruit of our love - Ryoichi Hirose

After over what feels like a year of no updates in the SITSC Jp app, (the last route was “Try Love” in Season 3),  Voltage released his next chapter in life in the new 100シーンの恋+, just released June 23. MY RICH SITSC BOYS ARE GOING BE FATHERS *cries*. 10 chapters with two endings and 3 illustrations. *This is a partial illustration, the one in game has more context.

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The Bachelorette Party

This little drabble would come after Springtime and Possibilities, in which Bitty is living with Jack (in a canon-style committed relationship) while he interns in the communications department of a children’s hospital and makes money doing private baking lessons on the side.

Bitty took a long gulp of his wine before setting the glass down on the granite countertop. He took a deep breath.

“How’re y’all doing there?” he said brightly. “You got them all looking like your favorite dicks?”

The six women in the room giggled, or snorted, depending on just how much of the wine they’d imbibed and started to clamor for his attention.

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1. Who you are now is not who you will be in 10 years. It is okay to be somebody new 10 minutes from now. We are always learning. We are always growing. If you realized 10 seconds ago that you don’t like who you are, shed your skin, retry, replant yourself in good soil.

2. Cleaning is instant therapy. When your brain is muddy, take a shower, wash your hands, change your clothes. Spend 15 minutes straightening your living room. When you are angry, scrub things. I know it’s crazy but it works instantly.

3. Forgive someone’s debt if it’s under 50 dollars, forgive the small things, give a little time to yourself and forgive the big things too. Forgiveness isn’t about the other person, it’s about you. That being said - if someone ever hurts you in a way that would make me cry to know, you get out of there, my love. You just get up and go.

4. Gum karma is real and if you spit out a piece in public expect to find some on your shoe in the future. Same goes for insults and harsh judgement, too.

5. Do what you love and the money will follow.

6. Live your life with an open palm and give as much as you can and as often. At some point in your life, someone will lend you 50 bucks when you’re down on your luck. Remember how that feels. Remember to give that back.

7. Always wear clean underwear. You’ll thank me later.

8. There is a difference between being kind and being passive and there are those who cannot see that difference. They will try to walk all over you. Never bend your knees for those who do.

9. Have faith. Have faith in god or people or yourself or science or in luck or in all of the above. Faith is what keeps us going, faith is what keeps us strong.

10. Pay your bills on time whenever you can, although money is nothing. Remind yourself that.

11. Do not forget you were once ignorant of all you know now. Be patient of anyone who hasn’t had the education you have. Speak at the level of the person you are with - it’s not playing dumb, it’s being considerate. There’s no reason to make them feel uncomfortable. Plus then when someone starts going off about their superior IQ, you can cut them to pieces and watch their face when you do.

12. You are the best person in the room for one particular thing, and that’s confidence. You are the worst person in the room for another thing, and that’s humility. Use both carefully.

13. Never make fun of someone’s beliefs or superstitions, let your kid keep their imaginary friend and let your best buddy believe in knocking on wood. We all have security blankets. Don’t take away someone else’s.

14. Try to learn something new every day.

15. The worse you look, the more likely you are to run into someone you know so instead of feeling awkward, learn to be confident in sweats while talking to your friends.

16. Never go to bed angry, it will ruin your sleep and make tomorrow even harder. Find a way to relax. Don’t let today get to your head.

17. Think before you speak. When someone says something, mull over their words before answering. This is called listening, it is different than hearing.

18. What keeps love beautiful is that there’s risk involved. If he breaks your heart and it doesn’t hurt, it wasn’t love in the first place.

19. Never let someone else determine who you are or how happy. You are too strong to be torn apart.

20. I love you, even when we are fighting, even when I am fast asleep. Don’t doubt it for an instant. You are my everything.

—  Life lessons my mother has taught me from the side of her hospital bed (part 2/2 of a series) /// r.i.d
G’morning Major

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: some cursing, smut alluded to (all out didn’t make sense for the plot)

Word Count: 1712

A/N: After having a conversation about my trip to Gettysburg with @hamartiamacguffin, this stroke of inspiration hit me! So this is based out of my own experience my first night of my trip haha! A huge thanks to @thebabeontheback for jumping in as beta!  Feedback is always appreciated, especially since it’s been a minute since I’ve written Dean. Happy reading!

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Imagine your brother Danny not being impressed with your boyfriend Nick

(A/N: For Anon, I hope you and everyone else enjoys! Sorry, it’s late!) 

Imagine Danny not being impressed with your boyfriend Nick

“So why weren’t you this nervous to meet my other older brother, or my grandfather or my father for that matter?” You inquired, sitting on the couch, flipping through a magazine as Nick emerged from you bathroom after spending a good hour getting ready for dinner.

“Because I want to impress him,” He replied, smoothing out his pants.

“And you didn’t want to impress my Dad?” You countered.

“No, of course, I did and I think I did impress him…?” He began to explain but paused to ask.

“You’re good,” You confirmed, flashing him a quick comforting smile.

“But Danny unlike your Dad won’t have any problems with hanging me off a roof if he doesn’t like me,” He explained.

“Pretty sure that was Steve McGarrett and not Danny,” You corrected before pausing to think about it to make sure you weren’t forgetting, “But then again he may have done it and not told me but usually he tells me when he does that sort of stuff so I don’t think you should worry.”

“You fill me with so much confidence, Y/N,” He stated bluntly in an unimpressed sarcastic monotone.

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Lover Boy

Summary: Phil is the shy new kid at school, taken under the wing of Dan’s group of friends. The two develop crushes on one another, but a secret from the past threatens to jeopardise everything before it even begins.

Genre: AU (highschool/teenagers)

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex, mentions of past physical bullying, a mention of blood, mentions of alcohol 

Word Count: 43k

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DAY 3395

Jalsa, Mumbai               July 14,  2017              Fri 11:35 PM

Birthday - EF - Mazal Cohen , Shalini Singh Verma  ……. Saturday July 15 , 2017 .. and the bells of greeting ring loud and strong for the Ef and their birthday .. love from us all ..

Monitoring .. 

Monitoring work that requires looking into at all hours .. a work that eventually has been invoked .. propelled, and specialised at the behest of the self .. is best done when undone .. true management has had many authors, of great accomplishment, yet the one that has worked best is the best that has worked !

Asserting the presence of the command .. delivering the moto to them that have been advised and perhaps guided through, needs its own breeding and breath .. all in the all is impossible to be credited with efficiency .. the next best shall endeavour to live a life that equals the desired work ..

I talk in riddles perhaps .. but the extent of varied work shall always be accomplished, by them that remain the most occupied .. work best when in work .. leave and it leaves you left and abandoned .. strange how this works .. but it works ..

Age takes time .. but so does its implementation .. on set .. hours of labor, hours of perfection and hours of several committed and trained professionals .. they try to make the time consumption as gentle and less strained as possible .. but it is a tough existence and shall be so for several days .. 

They say contractually prosthetics should not be used for more than a period of 4 days constantly on the face of an individual .. but the schedule of this present and the one that ended earlier were all in the same range and time .. face skin needs breathing and when it does not it flares up .. 

But no more of this mundane act .. another follows .. the act at Sherwood .. my school ..

Sherwood College , Nainital 1956 the Founder’s Play ‘The Happiest Days of your Life’ .. staged at our school theatre, Milman Hall, named after one of our very prominent Principals .. was located by the side of the playing field .. playing field made of ‘bujree’ ground stone or rock, sufficiently made comfortable to operate on - Football, Hockey, Cricket, Athletics the works .. but a fall meant serious damage .. how on earth did we manage all that during our years there is a .. 

Anyway .. Milman Hall, or Millmi as we would refer to it was on the first floor of the only structure at the end of the field .. the ground floor was the gym and the boxing ring and all other material ..

The play was the story of two schools - a girls college and a boys college in close proximity at a common location, much like our own circumstances, Sherwood and All Saints, our sister school, on opposite hills but separate and a problem occurs in the girls school and they have some kind of a fire or something and the girls school has no residence, so because they are a sister school they all come over to the boys school, to reside, and all the fun that happens there … hahaheheeeha  !!

I played Pond the Principal of the boys school .. on telephone here .. and the two ladies on either side are actually boys from Sherwood, two years senior to me - Cunny and Corny Kapila .. pet names .. were twins .. playing the teachers and the Principal of the girls school .. the gentleman by the side is McIntyre from my class, or perhaps a year junior, and the play directed by Mr Berry our drama and English teacher .. had a very distinguished walk and was always with a sweet or a lozenge in his mouth .. 

How we would wish in those days for something like the play to happen in reality .. hahahaheheehaha .. now of course Sherwood is coed .. 

AAAHHHHhhhhh .. so many stories of Sherwood .. will narrate someday .. 

That was 1956 .. in 1957 we did Nikolai Gogol’s ‘Government Inspector’ where I played the Mayor of the city, and won the Best Actor cup - the Kendal Cup, donated by and in the name of Geoffrey Kendal, the great Shakespearean actor and producer who would tour all over the world mostly the southeast region with his troupe, playing the most important plays of the Bard .. Shashi Kapoor’s Father in law .. Shashi ji worked in the troupe for some years and married Jennifer, Mr Kendal’s daughter, who also acted in the troupe .. 

In 1958 we did Agatha Christie’s ‘And then there were none’ where I played the Judge and fell ill a day before the play, and not allowed to perform .. got measles .. destroyed and so upset .. was tipped to win the cup again .. Babuji had come up to Nainital to see the play .. sat with me during the entire time the play was on , while I lay in the school hospital and gave me the finest lesson of my life ..

“Man ka ho toh achcha … na ho toh, zyaada achcha  .. “ मन का हो तो अच्छा , ना हो तो ज़्यादा अच्छा ।।।

School and boarding days were indeed the happiest days of our lives … !!

Amitabh Bachchan

By The Willow Shade

TITLE: By The Willow Shade


AUTHOR: MaliceManaged

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine being a witch (on Earth) and accidentally summoning Loki. He gets angry and confused, but ends up actually liking your company and teaches you more magic.


NOTES/WARNINGS: This is the last chapter per se, but there’s an epilogue coming up.


    When Loki caught up to Thor and the others they were in one of the training grounds and Fandral was suspended some six feet in the air before a thoroughly annoyed looking Willow, the warriors around them laughing at his predicament while he seemed to be apologising.

    “Dare I ask?” Loki asked slowly, eyeing the floating warrior amusedly.

    “He said he could teach me ‘useful’ skills,” Willow replied, not taking her glare off Fandral, “So I showed him I already know some.”

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Breaking Your Ankle Taking Salsa Lessons to Surprise Rafael

You sat in on a bed in the hospital.  You felt so stupid!  How does someone break their ankle taking salsa lessons?  You didn’t know who to call, Carmen or Rafael?  You didn’t want to worry Rafael, as he fretted over you, however you knew Carmen would most likely tell him.  Also, he would find out.  For some reason you did NOT want to tell him why you broke your ankle.  

You just wanted to impress your boyfriend.  He loved to dance, and all you wanted to do was surprise your boyfriend with your newfound confidence with dancing and your moves.  You could NOT dance to save your life and completely lacked rhythm.  

So, you joined a class you saw advertised in a coffee shop near your school.  However, one class they suggested you wear high heels.  BIG MISTAKE.  You wore flats always for a reason.  What were you thinking?

You knew you had to call someone.  After much thought you picked Carmen.  You picked up your cell and called her.  You heard her answer.


“Carmen?  Its y/n, I’m gonna tell you something but you CANNOT tell Rafael. I’m in the hospi-”

“What!  No y/n he’s already in front of me, I’m telling him!”

You tried to tell her no, but you heard the phone shift and the and a worried Rafael came on the phone demanding to know what happened.

“Rafael, I’m fine I have to get off the phone they are about to set the bone, I won’t be able to tal-”

“What hospital?  How did you break your leg?”

“I don’t want to talk about it, its to embarrassing.  Nothing bad.  I’m at Mercy Hospital but you can’t leave work!”

“I’m already in a cab, I’ll see you soon.  I love you.”

He then hung up.  You stared at the phone in shock.  You looked up at the nurse administering the anesthesia.

“My boyfriend told me he loves me.  I love him too.”

The nurse looked at you amused then he said.

“That’s so nice, now count back from ten.”

You started to count back at three you were out.


You woke up to yourself feeling queasy, it was the anesthesia.  You pressed the call button.  The nurse came in and asked if you needed something for the queasiness or if you liked some crackers and Sprite.  You said yes to both, then a dishevled Rafael came in.  You made sure very quickly that you looked okay, and not too much was showing with your hospital gown.  

Then Rafael kissed your forehead and demanded to know why you ended up here.  Then demanded to know you called Carmen and not him.  

You explained to him first of all, you thought he might be too busy and it was an embarrassing story.  He then explained he WAS not too busy to tend to his ailing girlfriend (his words exactly).  

“Rafi, my ankle broke, I’m not sick from my time in the Crimean War! I’m not going to die”  You smiled at him but he was almost angry.  Then your face sobered.  You promised to call him if anything happened again. But his statement made before you were knocked out had not fled from your mind.  It had been nagging at you.  Did he mean it or was he scared?

“Rafael, do you remember what you said to me on the phone?  That you love me.  Did you mean that?”

Rafael looked at her and simply said.  

“I knew you broke you ankle, I knew you would be ok.  But I don’t say things I don’t mean.  So, if you need reassuring-yes, I do love you.  Broken ankle and all.  Now HOW DID YOU BREAK YOUR ANKLE!”

“Ibrokeittakingsalsalessons.”  You said way to quickly.  

Rafael looked at you said.

“Can the defendant repeat the question slowly, so the jury and the prosecution can hear?”

You thought quickly and said.

“The judge strikes the statement from the record and the jury will disregard.  I’ve seen Court TV.  Two can play this game.”  You looked at him with a challenge in your eyes.  His brow rose.

“Mi amor, if you want to play this little game of you trying to outsmart me with the law I’ll teach you some tricks-later.  But the superior court threw out the judge’s verdict.”  

You took a deep breath. Then started to explain.

“It all started when we went to that event with your mother at her school.  I realized quickly I could not impress with my moves.  I CAN’T DANCE.  So I saw a flyer near where I the university and I started to take lessons.”  

You could barely look at him and so you continued talking to the blanket.  Your face was aflame with embarrassment.  You took a deep breath and finished. He sat down on the bed next to you and put his arm around you.

“One day the instructor asked the girls to wear heels for practice.  I knew it was dumb.  I knew it!  But I wanted to be exciting for you.  I can’t even walk in heels, I don’t know what I was thinking trying to dance in them!”

He squeezed you against him and kissed your head. So you again you kept on with your story.

“I was dancing with my partner.  We were trying to spin, he went one way, and then my foot went in the wrong place-bam! I was floor.  In reality it was kinda a blur.  I wanted to surprise you, but I guess this won’t happen for a long time.”

He lift you chin and turned your face towards him. He then smiled tenderly and said.

“You could have just come to me.  I would have happily taught you.  I really like that you tried, but mi amor you did not have to hurt yourself,then try and hide it from all to impress me.  Also, I find you very exciting.  I don’t care if you’re not a good dancer, I like that you don’t expect me to take you out every Friday and Saturday night.  I can’t always.  You respect my job and you don’t expect everything revolve to around you.  My world does, but you get it and don’t get mad when I have to work.”

The nurse came in to discharge you and gave you the instructions.  He recommended someone be around and asked if anyone was.  You started to say no, but Barba told him he would.

“Rafael, I don’t live with men I’m not married to. I’ll stay wit-”

“Fine, I call a judge and will change that.  What do you say?”

Fake Smiles

Characters: Lucas, Mrs. Friar, Maya, Zay, Riley
Pairing(s): Lucaya, Rucas
Genre: Angst/Romance
Warning: Contains explicit language.
Summary: Lucas has been putting on fake smiles all his life. So it’s only fitting that he chooses to fake smile when he’s confessing his love (like?) to his girlfriend. (Right?)

a|n: This is what happens when I think of an explanation for Lucas’ personality and his actions in Girl Meets Ski Lodge. As always, bear with my grammatical and spelling issues and I hope you enjoy this one-shot. :)

P.S.- I don’t know if this is in an AU or not. I think it’s like the GMW verse but mainly takes place in High School with a very different Lucas. Like the regular show but the gang is all older.

P.P.S- I am trying my hand at Angst, tell me if it works.

Since he was little, Lucas knew how to put on a smile. (One that is never real.)

  His father had always been an intimidating man, but he never was scary to Lucas until he started to be an alcoholic. The alcohol consumed his father and turned him into something Lucas does not recognize.

  (Lucas remembered how his eight-year-old-self had run in front of him and begged for him to stop the first time he witnessed his father as a drunk. He remembered how his father didn’t listen.)

  After a hard day of drinking, his father would yell words that were too loud and his momma would stand by stoically, with silent tears streaming down her face.

 (He cried too, just a little.)

  During social gatherings, they made excuses for his father about how he was sick, when, in reality, he was just nursing a hangover.

  (They didn’t see how his momma’s smile was a little strained and how Lucas’ hands were shaking.)

  He followed his mother’s lead and acted nothing ever happened. (And maybe if he pretended hard enough, it would be just a figment of his imagination.) He laughed and joked around with kids his own age and didn’t tell anyone about what happened, even his best friend Zay.

  (He didn’t like the feeling of fake smiling- his cheeks felt like plastic and his lips hurt from stretching so wide.)

His momma later explained to him how his father was a war veteran. How he saw bad, bad things and how it affected him. She told him how he would use alcohol to make the bad things go away and he will get better one day.

  It didn’t.

  In fact, it got worse. The house soon became a constant home for raised voices and his family survived on his mother’s checks because his father got fired for not showing up. His momma now has dark bags under her eyes and lives on caffeine because she’s been working triple shifts at the hospital every day.

  Lucas’ earliest memories of his father were happy ones, lazy afternoons of playing games and eating ice cream on the porch and days of sunshine and laughter. In those memories, he called his father “daddy” because that was what he was, a dad. Secure and strong and safe.

  The ones after that were the farthest things from happiness.

  Lucas’ later memories of his father were ones of drunken shouts and incoherent yelling, ones of his momma crying and him closing his eyes and plugging his ears because he just wants it all to stop. In those memories, Lucas called his father “sir” because that was what he is, a stranger. Distant and scary and angry.

  In the comics that Lucas loved, the hero always had to make a sacrifice in order to save the world. Sometimes, in the depths of his room, he would tell himself how his father gave up his heart in order to be a hero- to save lives and make the world a better place. But no matter how hard he tries to convince himself that his father is the next Superman, the power of his imagination cannot take away the truth of reality- that his father is no hero.

  (Evey time when his father gets drunk, he’ll burrow under his blue bedsheets and tell himself that his father is a hero, a hero, a hero. And when he repeated it a dozen times over, it made the empty words a bit more convincing.)

  The silly musings of his father being a hero soon became nonexistent when he wasn’t a kid anymore. As a teenager, he yelled right back when his father got drunk and coped with his life by communicating with his fists. At school, he was known for his explosive temper and dangerous smirks. 

  (They didn’t know that his trademark smile was bruised and battered under his mask.)

  He loved the fights, the rush made him feel a much-needed liberation and the adrenaline made him feel invincible like nothing can tear him down.

  (But after the fights, when the rush was over and the adrenaline was gone, he was a little boy again, hiding under the covers, waiting for the shouting to be over.)

  Through it all, his momma bandaged his wounds and wiped his tears. And like always, she was silent the whole time- face expressionless with the incredible ability of hers to always be strong throughout everything life has thrown at her. And sometimes, despite him not telling Zay anything about his father’s drunken behavior, the younger boy would offer much-needed jokes to break him out of his temper fits and understanding glances that just seem to know.

  (And it makes him feel a little better because they know and don’t just view him as some hothead ruining his life.)

  But whatever the situation, he’ll offer them a fake smile that is just a little strained because dammit, he had perfected them since he was eight and he is not going to let his hard work go to waste.

  (But he knows that his momma and best friend can always see through it.)

When his mother finally divorced his father and they moved to New York. Lucas’ fake smiles turned from the I’m-gonna-kick-your-ass variety to the hello-I’m-perfect category.

  It wasn’t because of Riley- he already planned to change his image because he and his mother were here to get a new start, not rebuild their old lives. Riley perception of him just gave Lucas a little… hint on what image he should have.

 Besides, it wasn’t hard. He got good looks inherited from his parents, he understood chivalry by the lessons in southern hospitality from his momma and he was getting a better hold on his temper now. His main source of anger- his father’s drunken ways and Zay’s ability to get himself in trouble was, thankfully, half a country away.

  It was easy, slipping on masks and effortlessly weaving lies because, shit, he’s been doing it all his life. Soon, holding the door and carrying books became easier and almost natural. And maybe it wasn’t real because he had a facade on all day and his friends don’t even know his parents are divorced. But it’s better than the life he lived before, with drunken dads and bloody fists.

 His fake smiles become real when his mother finally got a job, reliving them off his grandmother’s retirement fund and she took him out to eat in order to celebrate.

  They got burgers and fries- something they rarely eat because of his mother’s hesitancy towards anything unhealthy and he didn’t hold open the door.

  She didn’t mind. And his smile, real this time, turned into a real laugh because Lucas didn’t have to put on any fake smiles for his momma. Not anymore.

Lucas likes Riley. At least, he thinks he does.

  The whole thing with him and Riley happened so fast that he has to process it. But no matter what people knew him at Texas say, he does have a heart, and when he finally wrapped his head around the fact that he and Riley have… something, he started to have feelings for Maya. Romantic feelings…

  Which is really bad, because Lucas is now stuck in this weird limbo with the girl he thinks he likes and the girl he knows he likes. Instead of trying to untangle his messy feelings, he concentrated on holding on to his facade because it’s starting to crack around the edges. Besides, the last time he felt like this about someone, it didn’t end well- she was just another person that sees his fake smiles.

  So, Lucas ignored how his eyes automatically drift to Maya whenever she’s in the room and how he knows every little detail about her. He pushed his feelings down and pushed down the urge to do something a little… drastic towards Maya’s teasing.

  Instead, he flashes her a gentlemanly smile and tips an imaginary hat right back at her. Lucas’ laugh, a real one, slips out of his mouth when she fumed, hard, and he can practically see smoke coming out of her ears.

When Riley found out about his past, she acted just as Lucas expected.

  Which was not good because Riley is currently exercising a talking boycott on him. But not exactly.

  Like everything in his life that involves Riley, the boycott was confusing and makes his head hurt. She doesn’t talk him between classes, at lunch, or after school, but she does communicate with him in all the classes they have together (two in total) because she can’t compromise her valuable education.

  Lucas seriously just want to have an easy friendship/ romance/ siblinghood/ whatever-they-are-this-time with Riley. And the boycott thing is seriously fucking with his brain.

  In contrast, when Maya found out about his past, she did the thing that Lucas did not expect.

  Well, to be honest, he didn’t expect anything in particular because Maya Hart is the definition of unpredictable to him.

  And she proved her description in his personal dictionary when she started being nice to him.

  It’s not like he hates it, no. Lucas is enjoying the post-reveal spell that seemed to rattle his friends’ worlds and make Maya nice to him. Granted, she still teased him and make fun of his Southern roots. But Maya treated him like nothing’s changed- like she just didn’t find out he got expelled from school and accidently put a kid in the hospital. It just feels strange when Farkle was shooting him weird looks every other second like he might combust and Smackle is constantly asking him questions about his mental health because of a study about violent tendencies and Riley is, as previously mentioned, kind of not talking to him.

  Unlike her friends, Maya did not avoid Lucas and instead offer support. Even though Maya did not lay off the teasing, she did offer a person who would listen.

  (He doesn’t know why he takes her up to it. His momma and Zay had tried to get him to open up for ages.)

  After the reveal of his past, Maya started coming over to his house after school when she’s not at Riley’s. They’ll talk- about asshole fathers, too-strong mothers, and messed-up views of the world. He helped her understand that romantic love is real by telling her stories of people back in Texas who are on their fortieth anniversaries, and she helped him control his anger by buying a punching bag from her allowance from Shawn and commanded him to punch the item every day for at least an hour to relieve his anger. Maya soon became another person he does not have to put on a fake smile for.

  Together, they somehow made each other better- he encouraged her to enter a painting contest (she did) and she helped him with the divorce of his parents, staying by his side through his anger fits. They both made each other see that they are better than their fathers. Their friendship, unlike his and Riley’s whatever, is easy and comfortable, and soon they come to each other’s house so often that his mother always baked extra chocolate chip cookies and Shawn always have a threatening object by his side while the Hart fridge is stocked with healthy snacks.

  (Sometimes, when their hands accidently brushed each other, he’ll felt a jolt of electricity. And sometimes, when they’re in the middle of an all-out tickle war, he’ll pin her to the sofa and their eyes will meet and his body will feel on fire.)

  But he should’ve known that kind of easy friendship won’t last long.

Lucas didn’t know which girl to pick.

  Okay, first, he wanted to pick Maya, it was obvious- she made him better and made him stronger. But right when he was going to, a paint-splattered Maya grabbed his shirt collar and sucker-punched him in a gut because she doesn’t like him?

   That fact was clarified when she stopped coming over in order to “find herself”. Her pretty clothes and good grades are suddenly gone and Lucas is confused because she was making progress but she’s undoing it all. Suddenly, Maya became the girl she was back when he first met her- jaded, cynical, and devoid of hope.

  (Without Maya to calm him down, he had broken the punching bad in his room in anger because Maya’s hope is disappearing and he doesn’t know why.)

  After a brief close call with the law, Maya was, quote, “Maya again” and he had to remind himself to keep his fake smile and easy demeanor because she’s always been Maya and why can’t they fucking see that.

  So apparently, his feeling are unrequited- all the talks they had and things they did for each other was because she was Riley and he is so confused because if she was Riley why didn’t Riley do the things Maya has done for him? 

  Suddenly, he felt angry at life because he really liked Maya (love? he doesn’t know, but it’s something serious) but she just ended up like the last girl.

  (He thinks back to his ex-girlfriend back in Texas and how she couldn’t see through his fake smiles and how Maya never buys his bullshit.)

Being at the ski lodge is stressful because, since Maya is “herself again” he couldn’t be himself around everyone except Zay and keeping his fake smile on twenty-four-seven is taking it’s toll on him- he had irrationally barked at Riley for talking to some random guy and accidently said that he doesn’t like to tangle with Maya (to be honest, he doesn’t like it because he prefers it when Maya is not throwing herself towards death).

  And maybe the recent events are going to his head but he’s going to pick Riley- because life had already taught him a lesson in romance with all the girls he used to/currently have feelings for.

  The relationship he has with Riley is easy- easy because she can’t call him on his bullshit, easy because he can pretend he’s someone he’s not and she wouldn’t notice. 

  (And yes, his relationship with Riley is easy for all the wrong reasons.)

  Besides, Maya barely talks to him anymore. And he doesn’t want to be right about this but he is. Everyone, including Maya, was pointing towards Riley’s direction and throwing hints to pick Riley and he really wants his punching bag.

  (When he hugged Maya, it kind of seems like goodbye because they both know they won’t be coming to each other’s apartments anymore.)

  Later, he got a purple jellybean and put on his fake smile, went to Riley with his cheeks feeling like plastic.

  It’s the right thing to do. He told himself. Everyone would be happy.

  (But you won’t. A voice in the back of his head whispers. He told it to fuck off.)

  “My favorite thing is in the world is when you talk to me.”

  (Maya had always given him good advice and surprising views through the talks they had in their bedrooms.)

  “It is?”

  Her face was shining with hope, and her sparkling eyes should have captivated him but all he could think about was how her hair was brown, not blonde.

  (For a second, he imagined that Riley was Maya and his smile turned real because he is lying because he and Riley had never confided their problems in each other, talking or otherwise.)

  “It’s okay for you to talk to whoever you want, Riley- you know why? Because I am a secure western hero.”

  (He thinks that his momma is going to slap him for the first few words he said because women do not need a man’s permission to talk to other people- in his defense, he is running out of material. His and Riley’s romantic relationship didn’t really contain anything good for him.)

  “Yes, yes you are.”

  (She is so damn happy right now that he wants to scream. He had never been a “secure western hero” until he met Riley and his lie is so obvious the bullshit alarm is ringing in his head.)

  “But… the important talks, the ones that we’re gonna think about and always remember, can those be just between you and me?”

  (He felt bad, he really does. But Riley is easy and comfortable and the only thing he is sure of right now. The brunette’s eyes are shining like diamonds in the sky but all he could think about was Maya, Maya, Maya. The words he said didn’t make sense but it takes all his energy to put on a smile so it’s the best he can do.)

  “Well, I don’t know Lucas. How could that happen?”

  “Well, I was thinking that if we were… together a little more, that you would only talk to other people a little bit and you would talk to me a lot.”

  (He doesn’t understand the nonsense he is spouting but it works. And he reminded himself that picking Riley is the right thing to do.)

  “That’s what you were thinking?”


   He holds her hand, but there are no sparks, no fire, nothing.

   “I think about it all the time.”

   (There, he’s done it, he confessed. But it doesn’t make him happy and it doesn’t make him smile, not really.)

   When Riley (it’s Riley, Riley, Riley) says “I do” to being his girlfriend, he’s very happy. But his throat felt dry from laughing and his cheeks hurt from smiling.

  (He remembers when Maya once told him how romantic love doesn’t mean anything. Back then, he had convinced her so see romantic love as a miracle, a wonderful thing. But now, when he looked at Riley and felt nothing, he thinks Maya is right.)

  His fake smile was permanently in place until he got home. And when his momma came home from her shift at the hospital, she saw his face and was immediately concerned.

  “What’s wrong?” his momma asked, worry etched into her tired face.

  For the first time in a long time, he gave his momma a fake smile. “Nothing, just tired.”

  Since he was little, Lucas knew how to put on a smile. (One that is never real.)

a|n: So? How did you like my take on Lucas? Constructive criticism is welcome and feedback is much appreciated. And does his choice of picking Riley make sense?

Healing and Life Lessons of Napalm Survivor Kim Phuc

SOUTH VIETNAM. Trang Bang. June 8, 1972. South Vietnamese forces follow after frightened children, including 9-year-old Kim Phuc, centre, as they run down a road, after a South Vietnamese plane accidentally dropped flaming napalm on its own troops and civilians. The terrified girl had ripped off her burning clothes while fleeing.

This photo, taken by Vietnamese-born war photographer Nick Ut, won the Pulitzer Prize in 1973 and the World Press Photo of the Year award in 1972.

In the photograph that made Kim Phuc a living symbol of the Vietnam war, her burns aren’t visible – only her agony as she runs wailing toward the camera, her arms flung away from her body, naked because she has ripped off her burning clothes.

More than 40 years later she can hide the scars beneath long sleeves, but that betrays the pain she has endured since that errant napalm strike in 1972. While a photographer’s image froze that moment in time, life didn’t stand still for the little girl, and now Kim Phuc tells her story around the world to benefit other child victims of war.

Skin peels off Kim’s body.

Kim Phuc shows the burn scars on her back and arms after laser treatments and more than 40 years after napalm was dropped on her village. Photograph: Nick Ut/AP

At conferences, Phuc says her experience of war changed her life. “I owe my values and who I am today to that experience. Sometimes a terrible thing can happen, but if we are very lucky, we can learn from our experience, and it can even make us stronger.”

She grew up in a tiny village in South Vietnam, in a nice house with a big yard, playing with friends and riding her bicycle. “I felt safe, and loved. Before the war, I was never afraid.”

When a plane dropped four napalm bombs on the village, Phuc was badly burned. As she and her relatives fled, a group of journalists on the road outside the village captured the horror on film. They also tried to help: Ut himself drove Phuc to the nearest hospital.

Each time Phuc recounts her life at conferences, she describes it as a series of lessons learned.

The first lesson, she says, is to be strong in the face of pain.

“Napalm is the most terrible pain you can imagine. Water boils at 100 degrees Celsius. Napalm generates temperatures of 800 to 1,200 degrees Celsius.”

Phuc had third-degree burns to half her body and was not expected to live. But she survived, enduring a 14-month hospital stay and 17 operations.

The second lesson, she says, is the importance of love. The compassion of doctors and nurses and the love of her family helped her recover. She also discovered that love can be tough. She was reluctant to do the daily exercises she needed to do because they were so painful, but her mother insisted. “I got better later on. I’m so grateful to my mother.”

While she spent years doing those painful exercises to preserve her range of motion, her left arm still doesn’t extend as far as her right arm, and her desire to learn how to play the piano has been thwarted by stiffness in her left hand. Tasks as simple as carrying her purse on her left side are too difficult.

“As a child, I loved to climb on the tree, like a monkey,” picking the best guavas, tossing them down to her friends, Phuc says.

“After I got burned, I never climbed on the tree anymore and I never played the game like before with my friends. It’s really difficult. I was really, really disabled.”

Phuc in hospital in 1972. She was nine when napalm was dropped on her village.

Phuc says that after the war, her family’s life was “very different and very difficult. “Our house was destroyed completely,” she said. “You have everything one day and suddenly you have nothing. I learned that you can lose everything, but if you have family love and God’s love, you have everything.”

Education has always been important to her. As a small child, she loved going to school. When she returned home after treatment, the first thing she wanted to do was go back to school. She dreamt of becoming a doctor, and studied hard despite the obstacles. But first because of the Vietnam War, and later because of the war with neighbouring Cambodia, life was dangerous and it was often difficult to attend school.

Another lesson Phuc learned, she says, was the importance of freedom. “I always had minders – people from the government whose job was to watch me every moment.”

When she was 19 years old, the Vietnamese government chose Phuc as their poster child, and would pick her up after school to give interviews to foreign journalists.

She begged to be allowed to go somewhere quiet for study, and was sent to Cuba, where she spent the next six years, although she eventually had to leave medical school because of her health. She began to dream of escaping. In 1992, Phuc married a North Vietnamese student at the University of Havana. The couple went to Moscow for their honeymoon, and on their return journey, when the plane stopped to refuel in Canada, they had just one hour to make their escape. The only belongings she had with her were a camera and a purse.

“Sometimes in our lives we need to take a risk,” she says.

Kim Phuc, today and on June 8, 1972.

The most difficult lesson of all was how to forgive. “It wasn’t easy. I didn’t just say one day ‘I forgive’. It took many doctors and operations to repair my body, but… it took the power of God’s love to heal my heart.”

In 1996, during a Veterans Day ceremony in Washington, D.C., Phuc met a former pilot who helped coordinate the airstrike on her village. The two embraced and she told him she forgave him. They have stayed in touch.

“Having known war, I know the value of peace. Having lived under government control, I know the value of freedom. Having lived with pain, I know the healing power of love. Having lived with poverty, losing everything and having nothing, I know how to value what I have. And the most important thing of all, having lived in hatred, terror, and corruption, I know the power of faith and forgiveness.”

She is grateful to have learned so many lessons. In 1997, Phuc established the Kim Foundation, a charitable organization to help child victims of war.

“A photographer happened to be on that road that day. But I can never forget the thousands of innocent children who didn’t have their picture taken and didn’t get help. These are the children I want to help.”

The last lesson has to do with the famous picture. “For many years, the picture controlled me. Then I realised that, if I could not escape the picture, I could work with it for peace. Now I travel, following my picture around the world as a Goodwill Ambassador for UNESCO. My picture is a symbol of war, but my life is a symbol of love, hope, and forgiveness.”

Kim Phuc with her eldest son, Thomas, in 1995.

Now, more than 40 years after Kim Phuc was photographed, treatment in the US will also help ease the physical pain she still endures. Triggered by scarred nerve endings that misfire at random, her pain is especially acute when the seasons change in Canada.

Phuc says her Christian faith brought her physical and emotional peace “in the midst of hatred, bitterness, pain, loss, hopelessness,” when the pain seemed insurmountable.

“No operation, no medication, no doctor can help to heal my heart. The only one is a miracle, [that] God loves me,” she says. “I just wish one day I am free from pain.”

Now, she has a new chance to heal – a prospect she once thought possible only in a life after death.

“So many years I thought that I have no more scars, no more pain when I’m in heaven. But now – heaven on earth for me!” Phuc said upon her arrival in Miami to see a dermatologist who specialises in laser treatments for burn patients.

In September 2015, Phuc, 52, began a series of laser treatments that her doctor says will smooth and soften the pale, thick scar tissue that ripples from her left hand up her arm, up her neck to her hairline and down almost all of her back. Even more important to Phuc, the treatments also will relieve the deep aches and pains that plague her to this day.

Compared to the other surgeries and skin grafts when she was younger, the lasers were easier to take.

“This was so light, just so easy,” she said after her first session. “Maybe it takes a year. But I am really excited – and thankful.”

[Mix of several press articles]

Kim Phuc pictured in 2012 with Nick Ut, the photographer who made her childhood image famous. Photograph: Jae C. Hong/AP 


Most of the BBC 1 radio interview in case anyone wanted it ^^^

- Dom talking about how an oil painting of Matt naked was beautiful and that he in fact kept it
- Dom constantly staring and seemingly just adoring Matt. But what else is new lol
- Leh MÜRS
- Matt getting slightly uneasy talking about his many smashed guitars and how he “learned his lesson” and “hasn’t smashed one since” the time he sent Dom to the hospital (notice the quiet “okay, okay” Matt whispers so Dom stops listing the times he’s hurt him)
- “wELL I mean it'sjustImean I made a few caalls.” “I can’t give away the suPWISE y'knowwhatImean?”

Being a survivalist or skilled medieval artisan is not a requirement for Heathenry.

I’m pretty sure if Ulfar the Swift and Rolf the Easily Distracted came to a world with duct tape, dremels, laser cutters and other modern tools they would shit and home improvement stores would become the new monasteries of raider fashion. 

Especially duct tape. 

They would LOVE duct tape. 

Its good to study history and tradition, but you can apply “Heathen” lessons about work ethic, care and hospitality to any trade. 


You’d grown up with Dean and had to keep the whole wizarding world thing away from him; so, when he got his letter you were about as thrilled as he was. You were so excited to be going to Hogwarts with him that you barely paid attention to the other people joining your carriage. Except for one of them though, who joined in with you and Dean and soon became one of your closest friends.

‘D’you think he’s gonna be all right?’ you asked, peering over the edge of the thing and looking into the Black Lake.

‘He’s Harry, of course he will be,’ said Seamus, grinning at the water though.

‘He defeated a dragon, I’m sure water’s gonna be no trouble,’ Dean said, his hand resting lightly on your back though, as if making sure you didn’t fall in.

You groaned, moving back to sit on your heels. ‘This task feels as though it’s gonna suck to watch,’ you said simply, causing the boys to smirk at each other and then turn to face you, Seamus not missing a beat and splashing you with water.

It would involve:
Teasing Seamus about fire – ‘Were we meant to be making fire this Charms lesson?’ you asked, wandering into the Hospital Wing with Dean, who was smirking over at Seamus. ‘or did you just have an argument with your eyebrows?’ That comment caused the duo to laugh, despite Seamus wanting to look annoyed.

Telling Seamus old stories about Dean from when you were growing up together – though for his part Dean always gets you back and tells embarrassing stories. Seamus for his part then uses all these tales against the both of you – also using them to make you smile if things get bad though.

Being fiercely protective of one another and always being up for getting revenge on anyone who has even made one of you feel a little bit bad. Comforting the person affected after though to make sure they’re OK.

Explaining football to Seamus – ‘How are you a half-blood with no understanding of football?’ ‘Me da never really spoke about it too much – think he was a bit put out by the whole magic thing.’ ‘Yeah, but West Ham! They’re brilliant.’

Always having a laugh in lessons, even if you’re half paying attention to what’s being taught because you actually want to learn.

A/N: Gif credit goes to their respective owners, I just found them on Google.

Humanstuck AU; Caliborn and Calliope centered

Ok, consider this; Humanstuck. Both Calliope and Caliborn are diagnosed with brain cancer in their mid teens ( 15 y/o ). They are given two years of life expectancy. Both of them go bald within an year span or even earlier because of the chemiotherapy. Caliborn’s puberty had just begun so his voice only slightly changed and his face is still quite childish, and the tumor slows his growth down to a point where it nearly stops. Callie, on the other hand, had finished growing from a strictly physical point of view, and since she lacks hair, she doesn’t use makeup and she constantly lays in bed so her body isn’t really visible under the sheets, her and Caliborn are nearly identical if not for the eye color, a red-ish brown/bordeaux for Caliborn, and a bright green for Calliope. Most of the nurses, which constantly switch between hospital lanes, constantly confuse them, profusely apologize right after when they correct them. Caliborn, constantly fueled by anger and short temper because of the pains, reacts badly and screams constantly or ignores people when they ask him things or to do stuff, while Calliope takes the name thing and the whole ordeal in general better, always kind and smiling with everyone, correcting people politely when they misgender or misname her, tending more to hide her feelings and her sadness. Now consider this; Dirk, Jane and Roxy all do volunteering as “animators” for hospitalized kids. Dirk draws for and with them, Janey reads them stories, Roxy tells them jokes and just generally talks to them. They all know that most of the kids they make friends with are terminal more often than not, and it’s not rare that sometimes some of the kids get moved to the emergency patients section, sometimes never seen again without even being able to say bye. They know and they hate it, but they keep doing it because it brings them happiness to see the children smiling while waiting for the eventual worse. It’s sad. Jane cries sometimes. Roxy too. But they go through it with their friend’s help, Dirk before everyone else. This goes for two years until one day in their seventeens, these three meet Calliope and Caliborn. Dirk is intrigued by this weird kid, always pissy, tiny, has no idea what changed in their age span because he’s been confined in the hospital for two years and a half by now and he has a passion for shipping, claiming it to be impure while really, it’s just precious. He makes friends with him, despite Caliborn’s claims of absolutely *hating* him, and spends more time with him than any other kid. On the other hand, Roxy and Jane immediately bond with Callie; they start hanging out a lot, Jane regularly bringing board games over, reading both Roxy and Callie stories, while Roxy sometimes brings her cats for Callie to see and cuddle with. Callie smiles a lot more than she did, which was already quite much, both sides growing quickly attached to each other. Roxy and Jane avoid thinking that Callie might die, and so does Dirk with Caliborn. They know it, but they constantly push the thought back, enjoying the time with their friends while it lasts. Both Callie and Caliborn have down times every once in a while where they feel worse, they cough a lot, their head aches, and other symptoms, but they always manage to get through it, the kids being the for them respectively. Unnoticed, both Calliope and Caliborn start feeling better, the fits becoming less gradual until hey disappear. Roxy, Jane and Dirk don’t get their hopes up; they know it happens. Sickness are rarely to never regular and it could very well be just a phase. One day, Roxy, Jane and Dirk get to the hospital and a few nurses brought the twins a few slices of cake. They reached their eighteens. The three didn’t know, and all of them tear up, because that’s one year more than expected. They spend the whole day with them, celebrating, hugging, talking and having fun in general. Caliborn even smiles. But when dusk approaches and Roxy, Jane and Dirk are about to go home, a doctor enters the twins’ room and drops the bomb; both the twins are given the okay for the operation, which is going to be held in two months from then. Dirk, Jane and Roxy are shocked. They spend all their free time from then at the hospital, neglecting school even sometimes. Caliborn gets particularly angry at Dirk when this happens and then at himself for caring. Callie gets worried and Roxy and Jane regret neglecting anything because instead of making her happy they make her worried and they don’t like it. It’s a tense two months, filled with melancholy and happy times, despite Cali’s attempts at shutting people out because he “doesn’t want to care if he even dies.” He says having no friends will make his death less painful. Dirk hits him. Eventually, the fated day arrives. The operation is held while the kids are at school. Dirk bombs a test and Roxy is sent to the infirmary for nearly throwing up, while Jane skips a few lessons for her first time. After school they run to the hospital. The operation was successful. Some months later, the twins get dismissed, and Callie and Caliborn, that lived in an orphanage before ( their mother died of childbirth, their father blamed it on them. Clichè stuff, I might make a post about it. ), have nowhere to go, and Roxy, that in the meanwhile celebrated her birthday, Jane and Dirk likewise, takes in Callie temporarily, while Dirk offers to take in Caliborn, that claims to be strictly against it, but accepts nonetheless.


anonymous asked:

Since they have mobile phones in fairy tail what kind of text would the dragonslayers send? Or what would they do at all with their phone?

This is an interesting ask! I like it, here we go.


Natsu owns a Samsung Galaxy S4 for the reasons that it’s (somewhat) more durable than other phones (barring Nokia’s) and the phone cases are next to impossible to destroy.  His texts consist of mostly emojis with severely auto-corrected words, meaning they rarely make sense because “Let’s meet up by the station at 7″ ends up “Legs meet up attica by the staton at 7″, followed by about sixty fire emojis.

He has a lot of games on his phone but he tends to stick to playing Dragon City, Farmville (wherein he spams people with requests), and, of course, Candy Crush.  


Gajeel is the proud owner of an HTC Desire Eye and can be found blaring music from it constantly.  His texts are very vulgar and informal.  An example would be “u wanna fukin go m8 u wanna fite meet me in the pit im not coverin ur fukin shift fkOFF” (to another member of his squad in the council).

His apps mostly consist of music oriented ones.  He has every version of Tap Tap possible, and he also has the little electric guitar.  He even has a sheet music app so he can log in his ideas if he’s struck by inspiration while somewhere without access to his music book.


Wendy owns a Samsung Galaxy Note 5.  Her texts are nice to read as she does utilize appropriate spelling and grammar, so it’s understandable.  She also likes using emojis a lot.  Like.  More than Natsu a lot.

She uses it to stay organized in terms of her side shifts at the hospital, her lessons with Porlyusica, and her training and missions with the Guild.  She enjoys using the S Pen to doodle away after a rough day, and is also extremely fond of watching Netflix on the large screen.

Her most used apps are Prognosis, Candy Crush, Bubble Witch Saga, Netflix, and Snapchat.


Sting is that one person who is not only a devoted Apple user (who spends every waking moment trashing Android’s.  Read: Natsu), but the Apple user who will buy the latest model even if their “old” phone came out the year before and is more than fully functional.  As of now, he owns an IPhone 6S and has a pre-order placed on the IPhone 7, and his phone is in the gold colour.  His texts are just as bad as Natsu’s when he actually types things.  He mostly uses his texts to send out links to stupid youtube videos (cringe compilations), vines, and memes.  He’s the meme friend.  

His most used apps are Vine, YouTube, Instagram, Snapchat, Twitter, and Netflix.  He is secretly addicted to Neko Atsume, and adores Temple Run (God knows why, he’s the only one that still plays it).


Rogue owns a Samsung Galaxy S5 for the sole purpose of pissing Sting off.  He rarely texts anybody, and when he does, he uses perfect spelling and grammar.  He never uses the emojis.  Ever.  His texts are mostly towards Sting (reminders, general warnings), Gajeel (setting up spar dates), and Wendy (confirming hospital work schedules, discussing patient diagnosis).

His most used apps are Netflix (he is addicted to Suits) and Neko Atsume.  He has all the cats.  Every last one.


Laxus has a Samsung Galaxy S6 Edge+, and his texts are pretty normal.  He uses appropriate spelling and the occasional short form, but it’s like he’s never heard of commas or periods.  He just goes on and on and on.  He rarely texts individuals, and instead texts his many group chats.  His group chats are:

-Elite Shit (the Fairy Tail S-Class group chat)

-Raijinshits (the Raijinshuu)

-Blonde Squad (his ‘band’ group chat with God Serena and Sting)

-And Welcome To Jackass (the Slayer group chat)

-Diplomacy and Patience, Laxus (the inter-Guild S-Class group chat)

-#fuckmylife (the Guild Master association group chat)

His most used apps are messenger, Instagram, Snapchat, Candy Crush, Netflix, Bejeweled, Jewel Mania, and Lightbulbs.

God Serena

Serena owns an IPhone 6S Plus, and just for the camera quality.  His texts are always in caps lock, and he never uses the word “I”.  He always refers to himself as “THIS GOD SERENA”, followed by the check mark and 100 emojis.  His texts are also always riddled with puns.  Always.

He mostly uses his phone for selfies and vines.  He’s got model status on Instagram and is vine famous. 

His most used apps are Instagram, Vine, Twitter, YouTube, and the three thousand and one photo editing apps he has.


Cobra is the odd one out and owns a Kyocera DuraForce, which is suitable for his needs as he is constantly exposed to extreme conditions, be it fighting or general terrain.  His texts are mostly one word or brief sentences, and he’s that one friend that either responds with an emoji or ‘k’.  His most used emoji is the poop one.  

His most used app is probably tumblr.  He’s got over 10K followers and is the king of shitposts and general “I’m not saying you’re an idiot but you’re an idiot” responses.


Papalogia is as technologically inept as they come.  After much coercion on behalf of the Slayers, he gave in and bought a Nokia Lumia 930.  He rarely if ever texts, but his texts read like a sixty year old mom with an IPhone when he does.  

He only ever plays Subway Surfers and Candy Crush, and his third most used app is Twitter.  He’s amassed a huge following (close to 50K), all of whom are absolutely invested in his tweets regarding his life as the “papa” of the Slayers and their adventures.

Thank you for this ask! This was really fun to do.

We all start out feeling so much pain and so much love, but eventually we get the sense that that world doesn’t want us to feel that much. And doesn’t want us to need as much comfort as we need. So we start pretending. We try to pretend that we’re the people we’re supposed to be. We numb, and we hide, and we pretend, and that pretending does eventually lead to a life of lies. But to be fair, we thought we were supposed to be lying. They tell us since we were little that when someone asks us how we’re doing the only appropriate response is “Fine, and you?” But the thing is, people are truth tellers. We are born to make our unknown known, and we will find somewhere to do it. So in private with the booze, or the over shopping, or the drugs, or the food we tell the truth. We say “Actually, I’m not fine” and because we don’t feel safe telling that truth in the real world, we make our own little world: and that’s addiction
—  Lessons from the Mental Hospital: Glennon Doyle Melton at TedxTalks