She doesn’t like to be called babe because it’s sort of a lazy way of saying baby, she loved it when I called her by nicknames, babygirl, princess, tiger (because she wants to reincarnate into a tiger if she one day dies) beautiful, etc, she doesn’t like when others call her by her name, because she prefers “soph” but she loved it when I called her by her name and she sat there smiling at me for ages. Her favourite drinks are iced coffee, those frappe things from McDonald’s and rubicon (the mango one though) she loved coffee and I’ll never understand why. Shes insecure of her face and when You look at her too long she’ll cover it, she’s insecure of her body, though it’s perfect just the way it is to me, she’s insecure of her smile but I find it beautiful. No matter how many times I called her beautiful she didn’t once believe it because she believes she isn’t. No matter how many times I tried to prove to her she was beautiful she didn’t believe it. She’s insecure, she’s scared of being hurt, she’s scared of wasting time, she’s scared of putting her all into somebody to be left alone, her guard was up, even after I showed her the craziest amounts of love, because she’s afraid of letting people in and it’ll take her ages for her to be able to trust you and open up, the way she is stubborn drives me crazy because I want her to tell me what’s wrong but she won’t. She’s spend all night crying over me but has been happy for me the next day because whose wants to see a smile on my face, she will be emotional, she’ll cry, she’ll cry and lot, she won’t tell me she’s crying though because she’s scared to bring attention to herself. She gets jealous but only because she doesn’t want to see me with anybody else. She has days where all she wants to do is be alone and cry, there’s days she’ll have no motivation but all you need to do is try to be there for her regardless of how much she acts as though she doesn’t care because deep down she does and her pain is too much to explain so she’ll keep it in rather than tell me what’s wrong. She thinks she’s stupid and not intelligent (which I think and believe she is) and regardless of what i tell her she will never believe it, she always believes she isn’t enough but she is more than enough, I look at her and see my future, I look at her and it will physically hurts me because i know that she is worth much more yet she sticks around just for me, I think back to all the times I’ve hurt her and made her cry because of stupid arguments, I’ll look at her and my eyes will light up from the way her smile forms and the way her pupils dilate, the way she turns her head to the side so I won’t see her smiling or laughing. she never wants to see me upset, she may never say much but she knows, she wants to say things but her shyness takes over, she wants to be here for me but she will have no idea what to say, she will try her damn right hardest to be there for me and even though i don’t realise how much effort she puts in she will still carry on doing so. Even though I don’t thank her enough for making you happy she will still carry on doing so because she wants me to be happy. She never really speaks about what’s on her mind until i physically beg her to, she hates to talk of her past and her future and if I’m lucky she’ll tell me a story or two about her past, I need to pay attention because she hates to repeat herself, i need to reply to her like I’m interested or she’ll think i don’t care. She hates to talk of her future because it’s “depressing” because she doesn’t believe in herself but now is the part where i should interfere and motivate her to believe that everything she wants will be hers as long as she tries. She hates it when i give her “positivity rants” on the phone because it makes her overthink. She hates feeling like I’m not paying attention to her. She hates when I don’t realise everything you do for her. She hates feeling depressed and alone so i much bring as much happiness to her as possible, she hates knowing that I’m not okay. she loves sci-fi movies and that’s another thing I’ll never understand why she loves but when we’re married I’ll sit with her through 3 hour sci-fi movies because it’ll put a smile on her face and I’d do anything for that, She loves to mess and play with her hair, she is so downright passionate about photography and she loves relating to somebody, she loves when I know things about her, she loves having deep meaningful conversations, she sometimes stays up until stupid o clock to check up on me and to see if I’m okay or just to speak to me because she craves me and the feelings I give her. She stays up some nights doing things for me which I would never expect and some nights she will cry herself to sleep because I upset her or because im not okay. She loves to play fight and she loves it when I look into her eyes and she loves it when I lay in bed with her and just talk absolute shit. She loves long walks and pleasing sights, she loves going to pretty places, she loves the nights and one day she would love to travel the world with the love of her life, even though she’s never been an an airplane before but it’s fine because neither have I. she would love a long car journey to wherever as long as it’s with somebody she loves, she loves old music and she loves to make you happy. She loves wearing casual clothes and rarely ever wants to look “feminine” but I love it because its her character and who she is and she will never change that. She will make me happy even if I’m not making her happy because she loves me and will do anything to see a smile on my face. She doesn’t like going to busy places like concerts or crowds etc, she loves dogs and practically develops bonds with them, she dislikes her dog because she’s ‘boring’ but she still loves her and sees her as a sister, because she’s grown up with her. She is sometimes so full of life and so happy that its literally contagious, her smile makes me smile and her laugh is honestly the best sound ever, I see my future every time I look deeply into her eyes and i realise that she is worth so much more than me yet she sticks around, once she loved me she has not once stopped, ever since that day 3 years ago. Sometimes she will act heartless but only because she wants me to show her that I care, sometimes she’ll cry and not tell me because she wants me to figure it out. She doesn’t like to be around many people, she doesn’t want to go to college because she hates the whole school vibe but I respect her for that because going straight for a apprenticeship takes guts, she doesn’t have many friends and although people think they know her, I can assure you they don’t, she will make you feel as though you know her but you really don’t, even I don’t know/understand her to the full extent, because she doesn’t really let anybody in unless she really wants to tell them something, she doesn’t really open up to anybody, she may talk a lot on the phone sometimes but in real life it is the complete opposite because she will become shy. She loves her dads car because of it’s blacked out windows so people can’t see her. I’d describe her as mysterious and as every single day which goes on I carry on learning more about her. She is the book I’ve opened and I will carry on reading her till I am finished reading her which will be never because she is an endless story. She loves it when I hype her up when she looks beautiful when I replay, screenshot and reply with endless emojis because her beauty takes away my breath. Sometimes she’ll have an attitude because she’s upset about something and she wants me to figure it out. But her attitude is nothing to fuck with at all because she can talkkkkk I assure you, she will fight her opinion onto you and she will make her point, but she won’t say a word in person, regardless of the arguments and regardless of the heartlessness she will love me entirely and will carry on doing so and I will never question that. Her heart is made of gold and she will always want what is best for me. I’d keep on going because this isn’t everything about her, if I could, but quite honestly I’d be going on for hours, I could never lie, me and her have made the most happiest and craziest memories together, and I could never doubt that. If forever does not last for me and her and you’re the next person who falls in love with her, take this all in and realise what you’re getting yourself into. Treat her well because she is honestly a queen, you’ll learn to love her, but let me assure you something, you will never love her half as much as I do. But for now and hopefully till forever, she is mine and I will carry on loving her till the day I die.
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Touch: raindrops falling
Sight: flash of light through the rain
Scent: day after a rainstorm
Emotion: a slight startle when a large thunderbolt lights the sky
Hear: resounding crack of thunderbolts
Taste: the numbing surge of electricity when testing a battery
Touch: the feeling of the wedding ring
Sight: the tears of love as a betrothed walks down the isle
Scent: the welcoming familiar smell of home
Emotion: love as grey as the hair time and passion has aged like wine
Hear: sound of child laughter
Taste: home cooked meal hot from the oven
Touch: the cold pool of tears after a panic attack as sleep calms the suicidal
Sight: a funeral procession honouring the soul to the underworld’s gates
Scent: freshly dug earth in a cemetery
Emotion: peace after a loved one has passed
Hear: the quiet of a cemetery
Taste: salt of tears as a life is not taken
Touch: wind through a open car window
Sight: yellow lines and green lights ensuring a speedy travel
Scent: lingering smell of gas at a full station
Emotion: relief as a long awaited trip arrives
Hear: clinking of coins in a till
Taste: the dryness after a long walk along a gravel road
Touch: long dry grass crunching in the fall
Sight: auburn, reds and golds of Autumn
Scent: pumpkin spice and freshly mown grass
Emotion: solitude and a festival glow as December rolls around
Hear: a lawnmower’s growling as it works through tall grass
Taste: fresh fruits and the taste of nectar and milk
Touch: creamy texture of chocolate in your mouth
Sight: long distance partner smiling after being far away
Scent: lovers perfume/cologne
Emotion: heart pounding, misty eyed love as a smile comes from seeing a love in your arms
Hear: impassioned breaths of intimate moments
Taste: the passionate kisses between lovers forgetting time for a moment
Touch: the long embrace of a soldier and child/love as they come home
Sight: half mast flag
Scent: soldier’s sweat after taking off his uniform from all day
Emotion: pride in your country
Hear: the resounding “Daddy!” of a coming home surprise
Taste: fresh food cooked after time away from your country
Touch: aching feet of a retail worker as they slump in a break room chair
Sight: the clock
Scent: burning embers of a fire, stale ash
Emotion: relief and excitement getting a job offer after searching relentlessly
Hear: clang of an anvil and sizzle of molten iron in a cooling bucket
Taste: cast iron cooked meals, fire cooked steak
Touch: the calluses on your fingertips after months of practice in guitar strings
Sight: beautiful works of art
Scent: lemonades on a day in summer
Emotion: shivering goosebumps as an emotion is struck hard with music
Hear: the sharp and clear melody of a freshly strung guitar
Taste: slight moment of metal and ink as a pen is drawn to your tongue
Touch: animal’s soft fur like water through your fingers
Sight: doe slowly walking out of a dense forest
Scent: a forest with rich leaves
Emotion: awe as a baby deer and mother wait patiently for your car to pass before crossing
Hear: twang of a arrow releasing from a bow string
Taste: cooling water after exploring in the woods
Touch: stiff spine of a new book cracking open
Sight: a deserved verdict to a defendant
Scent: old pages/books
Emotion: peace inside a bookstore
Hear: hoot of a stirring owl in the evening
Taste: fingertips as they’re licked to turn a fresh page in a book
Touch: embrace of a love come home again
Sight: the first spring flower blooming
Scent: new morning dew in spring
Emotion: relief and glowing love as a partner smiles on a long awaited Skype call
Hear: buzz of bees in the summer
Touch: tide bringing you in to shore again
Sight: crisp blue of the ocean at peace
Scent: the sour smell of a seafood section of a supermarket
Emotion: awe inspired by an image of the open sea
Hear: hooves thundering along a dirt path
Taste: salt of the sea as it slashes into a smile while swimming
Touch: the padding comfort of a bandage on a healing wound
Sight: seeing a loved one feel well again after sickness
Emotion: the drowsiness of NyQuil as it lulls your symptoms away to sleep
Hear: fresh air after sickness has clogged your sinuses for weeks
Taste: the sweetness as a sigh of relief escapes your breath
Touch: your cheeks stretching against your teeth as a yawn escaped into the sunrise
Sight: painted reds and oranges of a sunrise
Scent: morning dew in springtime at 6 am
Emotion: excitement for a day ahead, full of possibilities
Hear: the morning birds stirring in the early morning light
Taste: morning coffee next to an open-curtained window
Touch: moments when you can feel comfortable with your body after dysphoria
Sight: the charcoal of a panther, eyes glowing in the night
Scent: draping aroma of a fertile vineyard
Emotion: Pride in being part of a LGBTQ community
Hear: chorus laughter of a raucous party
Taste: sweet tang of a well aged wine
Just curious! What's up with the fold up/white tipped cane being incorrect? I wanna make sure when i draw a character with a cane--that it's the proper one.
Oh sure, no problem!
So it’s not actually inaccurate, it’s just not the norm and by far not the best tool. They are often only used by people who were taught by sighted school officials who don’t really understand the pros and cons of different cane types, but if you go to a blindness organization run by blind people, the straight cane is so, so heavily endorsed because it is the absolute most effective type of cfane for feedback and navigation, and always with the little metal and rubber tip.
Allow me to explain a bit:
The way a cane works is both auditory and tactile. You want your cane to be long enough to always be reaching out two full steps ahead of you, so usually somewhere between chin and eye height. When using a cane, its purpose is to give you tactile information about the ground you touch, as well as to give you auditory information about the area around you, and this only works best with a straight cane with a metal tip using two-point tap technique.
Every time you put a joint in a cane to fold it, that joint slows down the vibrations going to your hand, and the more joints it has, the less information will ever actually reach your hand. With a straight, non-folding cane, there is nothing inbetween the tip of the cane and your hand, and everything goes straight up to your hand. This is also affected by the type of tip you use. Plastic is not nearly as good at generating tactile feedback as metal, so a small, circular metal tip is used on a straight cane. You can pick up an incredible amount of detail through a metal tip on a totally straight white cane.
Cane technique is also important, though. Many blind people newer to canes or with less instruction will use rolling tips and roll their cane back and forth in front of them, but this first of all affects your tactile feedback because rolling tips are often plastic, and secondly, it takes away most of your possible auditory feedback. Plastic tips are very quiet, and while many newer travelers prefer this due to nerves and being afraid to be noticed too much, it certainly doesn’t tell you much about your surroundings.
So seasoned travelers and people with lots of good instruction almost always use the two-point tap method, where you tap the little metal tip of your straight cane in time with your steps, the cane tapping the opposite side of the foot that is stepping. Your arc should be just wider than your shoulders, no smaller and not super big. Metal is fantastic for making noise, so the little metal tap is fantastic at telling you all sorts of info about your surroundings from nearby obstacles to the length of a hallway that has tile flooring and how high the ceiling is and all sorts of information.
The carbon fiber and fiber glass straight white canes with metal tips and two-point tap were also developed by the blind themselves, by the way, and it is the strict standard for cane instruction that they themselves teach in their blind-run training centers for the blind and is always the instruction they advocate for in other areas such as public schools. So it was all created by the blind, for the blind, by the only people who know what works the best for their own people, not by some sighted guy at Harvard who wanted to make money on a new patent.
So there you have it, the importance of prioritizing the straight white cane!
(P.S.: There are also confidence-building reasons behind the straight cane if you’re interested!)
You know how Flowey’s favorite “character” is Papyrus?
No one ever talks about Chara’s favorite, and BOY do they have one. Who’s the one monster that they never disrespect, no matter what route you take? The one who’s death they lapse into almost complete narrative silence about, other than Toriel and Asgore? The one who always, ALWAYS, has the title of the Heroine?
It’s Undyne. Undyne is Chara’s favorite, and that’s not all.
Think about the similarities between Papyrus and Asriel. Both are kind to a fault, and would never kill. They stick to their beliefs, even when it meant their own deaths. They cared about their siblings, and pushed them to do better. I think Flowey picked up on that, and that’s part of the reason why he liked Papyrus so much. It was a reminder of what he lost.
Now Undyne. Undyne is goal oriented. She is willing to kill if she believes it is for the greater good, and she ALWAYS holds people accountable for what they’ve done. She’s the first person to call you out on your kills, and all of her pursuing and attacking you is because she’s trying to free monsterkind. You cannot befriend her if you’ve killed one of the people she’s sworn to protect, and that’s literally everyone in the Underground! She is the protector of all monsters. And that includes Papyrus, who she won’t let into the guard. Papyrus, who she tries to protect and guide away from his dreams because she knows about a harsh reality that he hasn’t been exposed to- or willingly chooses to ignore. Guards sometimes have to attack. Guards sometimes have to kill. And the people you protect will depend on you to make that choice, however hard it is. She is, by all counts, a rude, crude, pushy, impatient, and stubborn person. … who is undeniably a hero.
Undyne is everything Chara would have aspired to as “the hope of humans and monsters.” She isn’t the best person… But it doesn’t matter, does it? People still love her. She can still protect what she has, and exacts justice no matter what, even if that means sacrificing herself in the process. That’s something that Chara would have looked up to, especially given that they tried to do the same thing, however fucked up their process got.
Papyrus and Undyne- Asriel and Chara. They’re sorta parallels, aren’t they? And you can learn a lot about their personalities from their “favorites,” because honestly, who doesn’t have a fav that we see ourselves in?
workin’ hypothesis: Flowey and Chara’s “favorites” reflect their ideals in life, or whose characteristics they shared or aspired to. I’m willing to bet both.
Cerro Tololo Trails : Early one moonlit evening car lights left a wandering trail along the road to the Chilean Cerro Tololo Inter-American Observatory. Setting stars left the wandering trails in the sky. The serene view toward the mountainous horizon was captured in a telephoto timelapse image and video taken from nearby Cerro Pachon, home to Gemini South. Afforded by the mountaintop vantage point, the clear, long sight-line passes through layers of atmosphere. The changing atmospheric refraction shifts and distorts the otherwise steady apparent paths of the stars as they set. That effect also causes the distorted appearance of Sun and Moon as they rise or set near a distant horizon. via NASA
It takes a while for the pack to adjust but they do, making sure to say things out loud instead of nodding or shaking their head, and making sure that Isaac stops Stiles before he walks into something that could hurt him instead of sitting back and watching on for a few laughs. They still occasionally slip up and ask him “Did you see that?” to which his only reply is to blankly stare at them.
A lot of the time he makes the best of it, often teasing Derek about how he can just imagine him naked all day every day and he doesn’t have reality to break that illusion.
Stiles adjusts to his new way of living, learning how to memorise things in his house and walk about them and when he needs to read something, Derek reads it to him (stories, case files, the latest supernatural research, everything).
On their wedding day, Derek forgets his tie and has to run to Scott’s to get it (Because Scott was in charge of the suits and Cora was too busy trying to get into her dress to make the run for him). When he gets there, Scott tells him to wait in the door while he runs to get the tie. Stiles hears him and shouts hello. Derek tells him “It’s bad luck to see the groom before the wedding.” To which Stiles teasingly replies, “Then it’s a good thing I can’t see you.”
During their wedding, Stiles and Derek wrote their own vows about how they don’t need to look at one another in the morning to know that they’re waking up to each other, they don’t have to see one another to know that the other is there for them and they don’t have to share loving gazes at the alter to know they are standing before the man they love.
When Stiles and Derek adopt a baby, Stiles is terrified and heart broken. He’s scared that because he can’t see he won’t be able to care for the baby but he does his best. And he’s heartbroken because he never gets to see their child. Except for one day, when Scott heals his sight just long enough that he can see the smiling face of their baby and then look up at Derek’s loving gaze. The vision doesn’t last long, but that’s perfectly okay because now he can hold onto that image forever.
If you’re reading this, you must be in dire need of a change. The same thing happened to me, long ago. I’d lost sight of what mattered most in life… real connections with other people and nature. So I dropped everything and moved to the place I truly belong.
AHHH reverse!obi just can't get a break can he? shoot I forget what the mask actually did in the comic, but a continuation where it amplifies obiwans insecurities and fears, and when anakin comes barging in to rescue him, obiwans terrified that him and the 501st/212st don't want him around again, cause krell, and then this, also from the very beginning with his "replacing" ahsoka? (H/C and fluffy cuddles ensue?)
He wakes slowly, arms tucked tightly around him that reminds him that
he’s safe and the smell of the Halls around him. He reaches out
into the Force slowly with his drowsy mind then tilts his head to the
side to look at the Mon Calamari at his bedside even as he ignores
the much larger body sleeping in the same bed as he is.
“Hi Bant…” He whispered, throat still to raw to go any louder
as the Mon Calamari smiled at him and took his hand.
“Hi Obi. Healers says you’re getting out of here today.” She
offered quietly so not to wake Obi-Wan’s master.
“Panakin says so too. He says we’re leaving the temple tomorrow.
We’re going back to Kamino.” Obi-Wan licked his lips and Bant let
go of his hand to fetch a small cup of ice chips for him. Technically
speaking he didn’t need the help but everyone had been fussing
around him since his return. And he didn’t want to reject the help.
All he wanted was to curl up in Anakin’s arms as he was and feel
So he accepted his friend feeding him ice chips until his mouth
wasn’t as dry.
“I might get picked as a padawan soon.” Bant offered quietly to
him. “One of the healers think I have a good grasp and could become
one of them.” She smiled at the idea, excited at the thought of
helping people. Though Master Fisto had also approached her.
“That’s good Bant, you could help everyone.” Obi-Wan’s green
eyes lit up, bacta patches covering his cheeks and nosebridge.
“Uhu. And I could help you if you got hurt again.” She teased
lightly before taking his hand again. “Some of the healers are
grumping about you not seeing a mind healer though.”
Obi-Wan grimaced a bit then sighed. “I’m…Anakin said I should.
I don’t want to Bant. Not yet…I just…” He squirmed a bit and
beside him Anakin muttered and tightened his arms, the panic that had
been stirring in Obi-Wan’s chest instantly relaxing. “…I’ll
see them eventually Bant, but not yet.”
She frowned at him in disapproval before sighing. “You’re so
stubborn Obi. I should go tell the healers you’re awake again so
they can feed you.”
“Its going to be more of that nutrition mush, isn’t it.”
“You’re body has to adjust.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He huffed.
“Don’t worry imp, I’ll get you something good later today.”
Anakin yawned into his hair, Bant giggling a bit at the two before
she bowed as Anakin let go and sat up slowly. “Master Skywalker.”
“Initiate Eerin.” He greeted with a small smile. “Go find those
healers would you, the sooner they come and check him over and he
eats, the sooner he can be back in our quarters.”
Obi-Wan huffed a bit as Bant skipped off to do so.
“I don’t want to go to the mind healers master.”
“And I’ve told you that’s fine. Just tell me when you’re
ready to go.” Anakin ran his fingers through his hair and got of
the bed, stretching slowly and letting his bones pop into place.
Obi-Wan grimaced at the sound before slowly sitting up and rubbing
his hands over his face, touching the bacta patches. “Do I really
need these anymore? I don’t think the scars will get any fainter
then they already are.”
“No, but it makes me feel better.” Anakin sat back down on the
bedside, rubbing the thin legs through the blanket. “Are you sure
you feel up to leaving the temple though?”
“…I wanna see the vods.” Obi-Wan whispered quietly, confessing
to him. “I grew up in the temple but…but I don’t…” He
struggled to set his request into words. Anakin waited patiently.
“…I feel like when we’re here, we’re always been judged. One
way or the other…and I keep…being afraid of… you know.” He
bit his lips, staring at Anakin. ‘Of Palpatine.’
Anakin blinked at that before reaching out and tugging lightly on the
unbraided hair that made Obi-Wan’s learner braid. “I see. Okay.
Then we go see the vods tomorrow. And head to Kamino. Master Shaak
and me had some ideas about what we could do and 99 would be happy to
see you again. Perhaps you and he could play scrabble?”
“I’d like that…” Obi-Wan smiled before grimacing when Bant
returned with a healer who had a tray. “Oh no…the mush…”
“Now now padawan Kenobi. This is the last bowl of it, after this
you can go back to your usual diet.” The healer chuckled and Bant
grinned at her friend behind the healers back even as Obi-Wan
accepted the tray to start eating.
“It tastes of nothingness and slime.”
“And later today we can have nerf steak and tubers Obi-Wan.”
Anakin promised, chuckling a bit. “But first you follow the healers
Julian was absolutely exhausted, both emotionally and physically. The hour was late, and the whole institute appeared to be fast asleep, but Julian knew he wouldn’t rest until he was certain that all his siblings were safely tucked up in bed.
He passed Tavvy’s room first; a quick glance showed him Tavvy’s snoring form curled up in his blankets. Allowing a small smile, Julian continued along the corridor to Dru’s room. Dru was also asleep, although perhaps snoring slightly less than Tavvy. Julian closed her door as softly as he could, and tiptoed over to Ty’s door.
Checking on Ty had only recently become heart-achingly painful for the older brother, for most nights Ty couldn’t sleep and Julian often found him on the floor, crying as if his heart was being torn apart. He refused to let Julian help him- refused everyone’s help, as far as Julian knew- and he was prepared for another such event tonight.
Jules pushed open the door, but already the utter silence inside his younger brother’s room surprised him.
What surprised him even more was what he found inside.
Ty was asleep in his bed, which was a sight Julian had been beginning to doubt he would ever see again. Ty was twisted up in a tangle of blankets- but he was not alone.
In the bed with Ty, his arm loosely slung over the other boy, was Kit Herondale.
Jules stifled his gasp of shock, unable to tear his eyes off of the two boys. He had known Ty and Kit were good friends, but after what had befallen Livvy he hadn’t though that Ty would let anyone in to comfort him…
But whatever hurt Julian felt quickly faded as he watched Ty and Kit, their chests rising and falling in perfect harmony. Ty’s cold, shattered expression and Kit’s sarcastic, bitter smirk had been replaced by peaceful smiles, and it was such a sweet sight that Julian couldn’t help but smile, too.
“Goodnight,” Julian whispered, softly pulling the door shut. He passed Livvy’s room on his way upstairs, but for the first time in a long, long while, the sight of it did not wipe the smile from his face.
“Your brother’s happy, Livvy,” he said, running his hand along the wooden frame. “Ty’s happy.”
He blamed what he heard next on fatigue, and continued upstairs, but he couldn’t shake the notion that he’d just heard a small, tinkling laugh that was achingly familiar reply to him.
pens fans keep telling preds fans to take the L and move on but i’d like to see pens fans gracefully take the W and stop being jerks & unnecessarily rude to preds fans when they point out unfair treatment in the league as well as stop bringing up stupid invalid excuses and reasons in defense of their team when someone as much as mentions the word bias