life is long enough

Sometimes I wanna animate how I’d make the [S] Hero of Light: STRIFE animation. Like, have Rose use her knitting needles to grab the Eldritcch Vines and orchestrate some traps or choking hazards against Bec Noir, have all of this go down long enough for John to return to life and join in halfway through and overpower Bec Noir together, and then Rose like, faints maybe because she’s out of her Despair Event Horizon and loses her Grimdark and John like. Catches her and holds her up as best he can, then mutters about how he TOLD her he’d figure out how to get rid of her stubborn throes.

someoneshotmypotatoes  asked:

How do you feel about Dire Fleet Ravager in Inalla?

It depends on how you’ve built your Inalla list. I think most Inalla lists are more combo-oriented, with Wanderwine Prophets or Bloodline Necromancer + sac outlets as the typical win conditions. If that’s your game plan, then running Dire Fleet Ravager is a bad idea, because dealing direct damage to your opponents is pointless when you plan on going infinite and you want to keep your life total high so you can live long enough to combo off.

If you plan on winning through non-infinite means, then I assume you’re running Inalla as a controlling value commander, in which case the Ravager is still a liability; a control deck is not going to want to sacrifice its life to deal direct damage to its opponents.

If Ravager is good anywhere, it’ll be in non-Voltron aggressive builds, and I can’t see Inalla supporting such a deck because most Wizards are not great aggro threats, even if you give them haste.


I adopted aro ace ritsu hc literally only to make this joke


Honestly? I can totally see why he was set on fire…

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

(Based on this gem)

@vesuvia - I can’t stop…
@asraaaa - this is your fault <3
@justmaghookit - “ Lucio just sulking while wearing like 5 sweaters” as requested 

You make thousands of deals with demons to enrich your life, making sure all the strings attached are noted as “for the rest of your life.” You then go through a process of stopping your heart long enough to be considered medically dead. The doctors you privately hired for this event bring you back to life, and now you have to face the many demons who made a deal with you.

Humans and passing out

So I’ve been reading lots of the humans are weird/space orcs/space Australia posts (oh god I sound like all of them) and it got me thinking, what if we aren’t the only ones to breathe oxygen. But what if we *are* the only ones who pass out due to lack of it.

Like aliens can function on low atmosphere until they just drop dead, and even if you give them air immediately it’s too late, gone. Not humans though, we shut down a good while before death, somewhere between 5 and 15 minutes.

So imagine a pirate hacks into the life support systems on a human ship and shuts it down just long enough for everyone to pass out. Then they turn it back on to go aboard themselves, they’re searching rooms, and checking the engine for parts they can sell, maybe even looting some “corpses” and then with a huge gasp the humans all just sit up.

“Ah yes this vessel is a wealth of treasure! I thought the humans were supposed to be impossible to kill! OH GLORFLAX THEY’RE GETTING BACK UP!” -cue aliens run screaming back to their own ship-

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Oh my god “try harder” is what all my teachers and counselor told me for the four year duration of middle school whenever I said I didn’t understand the material in class or when I said I couldn’t focus and it was h e l l. Honestly I think teachers say that cause they think students are lying, so that they can go “Oh I did my job I didn’t ignore them” when in reality they’re still doing that. I get close to flipping my shit every time I hear someone say it now.

Try harder has been my mantra through all of my childhood right the way through to my adult years. Try harder. 

Like honestly the whole time I was at university I was having a perpetual meltdown, there was no way I could have possibly tried harder. I graduated with a 2:1 with honors (I have no idea how to translate that for the Americans, sorry, it’s pretty good though, like not 4.0 good but Up There) and the first thing my professor said to me, with a big ole smile on his face was “now imagine what you could have done if you’d just tried harder” and all I could hear after that was the Kill Bill siren in my head. Like I’d just coasted my way there, and hand’t spent four years torturing myself, crying daily and completely destroying my personal life to try and keep it together long enough to reach graduation day.

And that’s a summary of my entire school life right there, with report cards that say “Joy is extremely clever but just doesn’t try hard enough”, “could be wonderful, if she only tried harder.” And it took until last year when I was joking with @jeneelestrange that it’s odd that I know all the things that I know because I’m not all that clever, and haha isn’t it funny that I’m able to remember these things despite this this and this, and there was this moment of pause which you could hear even over the internet before Jenee very gently nudged me with “hey…uh…that uh…that’s a learning disorder, you have a learning disorder” and I went haha no I just don’t try hard enough, I’m just not all that clever…right? I’m just stupid, right? Why else do I struggle so much with academic things…

Wait, what do you mean ADHD gets overlooked in girls because it presents differently than in boys? What?! What do they mean it’s hard?!?! WELL WHY DON’T THEY TRY HARDER?!!

Singapore Sling

Pairing: Harry Styles X Reader

Rating: NC-17

Character count: 35,696 / Word Count: 6,521

Your duties as maid of honour were fairly simple: maximise alcohol and minimise stress, keep an eye on the bride-to-be, and above all else, have things under control. You’ve promised yourself to keep this wedding a fuckup-free zone, anticipating smooth sailing from the moment you land in Antigua. When danger emerges on the horizon in the form of a denim-clad devil dressed in Gucci and gold, things take a turn—nothing in the MOH handbook has prepared you for what to do in the event that you unwittingly sleep with the best man.

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Actual Things that have Happened to Me in College

aka, why I used to say I lived in a sitcom

1. Forgot to go to the caf and eat so many times during college (they kept oddly specific hours, which didn’t match my body clock’s idea of when dinnertime was) that my roommate once conspired with my sister to physically drag me out of my room and lock the door. She didn’t let me back in until she knew I’d eaten something

2. Woke up in the middle of the night my freshman year. Four boys (undoubtedly from the dorm hall known for its pranks) were marching in single file around the entire campus, with penny whistles and banging garbage can lids together shouting “The British Are Coming! The British Are Coming! One if by land and two if by sea!” while they played “Concerning Hobbits”.

3. Sunday nights me, my sister, and one other girl used to just show up in one of the guys’ dorms and be like “Hey guys, let’s play Sardines”, because most of our friends were guys. We found out that you can fit like six people underneath the stairwell. Seven if you’re not claustrophobic. And nobody can see you at all unless you actually go under there. The downside is that there are Spiders.

4. A ten year old Japanese boy solemnly told me that if I were a Pokemon, I’d be Squirtle. Squirtle is, in fact, my favorite starter Pokemon, so I was rather flattered.

5. That One Time I Did Something Stupid And Almost Met A Bobcat

6. Looked out my window one night sophomore year with a crowd of baffled girls to discover a guy in a penguin costume and a guy in a Jar Jar Binks mask staging a mock fight on our front lawn.

7. Went on a walk with a friend in the woods, accidentally saved the life of a small fish that had gotten stuck. Proceeded to have a half-serious discussion with said friend over whether or not the fish would return someday to pay back a debt.

8. Snuck into classes before the teachers so I could draw on the chalkboard/write weird parodies of poems. Eventually the Lit Teacher figured out it was me. I don’t remember if he recognized my handwriting or if someone ratted me out.

You Don’t Have to be Superman

(Put a read more in cause it got kinda really long oops)

  • Ladybug and Chat Noir are together
    • Like together together
    • Very much together
    • And everyone knows it
  • They don’t know each other’s identities because it’s not safe, not with Hawkmoth still out there
    • When they defeat him, that’s when they’ll tell each other, they promise
  • They defeat Hawkmoth when they’re twenty three and Gabriel Agreste goes to prison
  • Their Miraculouses are running down, or Adrien needs a minute to himself, or something, but the point is, they split up and are going to meet up that night and reveal themselves
  • Marinette doesn’t count on Tikki and the earrings disappearing as soon as she transforms
    • It’s awful, but she and Chat are in this together and they’ve got a hotel room booked so she’ll just meet him there
  • Adrien doesn’t count on there being a lot of paper work when it turns out your father is a supervillain
    • There’s a lot
    • Nathalie is handling it mostly but they still need his signatures and no one is letting him out of their sight
  • Marinette goes to the hotel room and waits for Chat to arrive
    • He doesn’t
  • Adrien glances at the clock every few seconds, trying to pull himself away from the mess of his life for long enough to get to Ladybug
    • He can’t

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“Life isn’t perfect, but your hair can be.”

tite: blue
rating: t
word count: 750
summary: sometimes dan gets sad

[read on ao3]

He knows right away. He can feel it the moment he opens his eyes– it’s going to be one of those days. He lowers his eyelids again and digs his head further into the pillow, pulling the soft grey sheets tighter around his shoulder. Maybe he can just stay here and sleep it off and he won’t have to feel it today. Maybe it’ll go away.

But really, he knows it won’t. That’s not how it works. The heaviness settles in his chest, dragging him down into the mattress, dulling the late summer sunlight that filters in through the curtained window. Phil stirs beside him. He lifts his head and looks at the clock. It’s hardly morning anymore, already later than they’d planned on sleeping today. They need to get their schedule back on track, after all.

Phil is better at this stuff. He yawns, stretches, reaches out and ruffles Dan’s fluffy curls. “We need to get up.”

Dan keeps his face hidden as he nods. This is going to be the day he hides it. This is going to be the time he doesn’t drag Phil down. He nods. “Need another minute.”

Dan feels the bed shift as Phil gets up and heads for the bathroom. He pulls the covers up over his head and takes a few deep breaths. He can do it, it’s fine. There isn’t even anything wrong. He’s just tired, maybe. A shower and a coffee will surely be enough.

It’s not. He hadn’t really thought it would be but he always has to try. He always has to try because he can’t get anything done like this, can’t edit a stupid fucking gaming video or make a dumb-ass joke tweet or politely answer emails when all he wants to do is forget who he is and how he feels and what it does to Phil to see him this way.

He drains two mugs quickly, much more quickly than he normally would. Phil holds out a cereal bowl for him. He shakes his head. “Not hungry, thanks.”

Phil frowns. “You ok?”

Dan’s smile is clipped. It’s the best he can do. “Mhm.” He always tries. Never succeeds.

Phil reaches out and lays his palm against Dan’s back, right in between his shoulder blades. He doesn’t say anything.

Fuck, Dan thinks. He’d only lasted fifteen minutes before revealing himself. That might even be a new record.

“Wanna talk?” Phil’s voice is soft and deep and kind and always so bloody understanding it almost makes Dan feel worse.

His throat tightens. He feels the heat behind his eyes and knows he can’t be around Phil right now. He doesn’t want to talk because that means he’ll cry and he really has nothing to say anyway. There is nothing he can say besides, I just feel sad today. He gives his head a curt shake. “M’ok.”

Phil doesn’t have days like this. Phil feels happy when things are good and sad when things are hard. He gets anxious sometimes. He gets mad sometimes–more often than Dan does, actually. But he feels things when it makes sense to feel them. And Dan doesn’t.

Not always, anyway.

He knows Phil gets it. He knows Phil doesn’t understand the feeling, but they’ve been sharing their life long enough now, living in each other’s space and feeling each other’s emotions long enough that Phil knows what it means when Dan’s lips absolutely cannot turn themselves up into a smile. He’ll always ask if Dan wants to talk and he’ll never argue when Dan says no.

He’ll look the other way when Dan slips back to their bed to bury his head in the pillow and release hot tears into the soft grey fabric. He’ll wait an hour, maybe two before he opens the door, climbs into the bed with a glass of water and a laptop. He’ll kiss Dan’s head and hand him the water and sit beside him and edit that stupid fucking video or answer those monotonous emails while Dan lies next to him. Phil won’t touch him, won’t cuddle him or rub his back until Dan reaches out for him. Dan needs that. He needs Phil’s steadiness, his quiet strength to remind him that tomorrow, things will be normal and good and his food will have taste and the sun will have warmth and his heart will burst again with the love he has for this man and their life together.

But not today. Today he’s sad.

If it seems your feet have failed to leave the ground, take a good look around: You may have been here for years, but you are not stuck here. You are planted here. You are growing stronger roots and learning better Truth: what is planted, watered, and cared for will surely grow when it belongs to the Lord.

Yes, you are running a race. Yes, you only have so many days here on earth and you need to make the most of them, but at the same time, God is not calling you to rush through the life He has given you. You are not just randomly going from moment to moment and year to year like an arrow loosely aimed into the wilderness. God does everything with an intentional plan and purpose.

An in Him, everyday, you are growing in the things of the Lord, learning to trust Him more and more. You are growing stronger roots. You are learning that no matter what the world says, this is the Truth: God is not out to harm you and He is always going to take care of you.

He shall be like a tree
Planted by the rivers of water,
That brings forth its fruit in its season,
Whose leaf also shall not wither;
And whatever he does shall prosper.
‭‭Psalms‬ ‭1:3‬

Whether life seems to be passing you by faster than ever or everyday seems to go on forever, every single day is an opportunity to sit by the water and grow from the ground up. The water may rush by you all the time and the seasons may change before your eyes, but you are planted in rich soil, growing steady and healthy as the Lord strengthens you and makes you whole.

Written by @morganhnichols for #TheDevoCo

I just realized
that nobody really knows
“The purpose of life”
By the time we feel
we can figure it out,
we are 6 feet under the ground.
Our bodies ready to decay.
We come from nature,
and that’s who we return to.
There is actually no purpose of life.
We are just living.
Nobody lives long enough to
figure it all out.