man this is tedious

Out of the corner of her eye she thought she saw Jace shoot her a look of white rage - but when she glanced at him, he looked as he always did: easy, confident, slightly bored.
“In future, Clarissa,” he said, “it might be wise to mention that you already have a man in your bed, to avoid such tedious situations.”
“You invited him into bed?” Simon demanded, looking shaken.
“Ridiculous, isn’t it?” said Jace. “We would never have all fit.”
“I didn’t invite him into bed,” Clary snapped. “We were just kissing.”
“Just kissing?” Jace’s tone mocked her with its false hurt. “How swiftly you dismiss our love.” 
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

Antonin’s ambition for the evening was to get quite tipsy; very tipsy and end the night drunk in his study. Alas it was a slow night, so many people to meet and greet, every conversation following a pattern of ‘my oh my, what a handsome young man you’ve turned into’ and ‘how is your dear wife?’. It was tedious. Between conversations, Antonin indulged himself in drinks, though taking care to sip slowly. The last thing he wanted was to slur his words to some of the most renowned witches and wizards in the country. He had a new drink in his hand (third, to be exact) and decided was beginning to make his way back into the middle of the room. ‘People remember people that mingle’ his mother had always told him. It was going well, until his arm was knocked roughly and his drink landed on the polished floor, glass smashing as his feet, followed by a few gasps.

“Thanks for that,” Antonin snapped, shooting a cold look at the culprit as he snapped his fingers at a member of staff to clean the shards away. He could’ve easily done it with his wand, but he was far too rigid to allow the event slip so easily.

ℱɑbles - ℒegends In ℇxile sentence starters (Part III)

Pᴀʀᴛ IPᴀʀᴛ IIPᴀʀᴛ IV

❝ You may not have done anything this time, ___. But you are never innocent.❞
❝ Then comes the fun part I promised. You get to make a big mess.❞
❝ But I can’t help but wonder if you haven’t turned back to your old eating habits.❞
❝ I’ll keep that in mind if I ever do decide to kill anyone.❞
❝ Where did you get all that?❞
❝ And when exactly are you planning to clue me in?❞
❝ Oh look. After all these years, the wolf has finally shed his sheep’s clothing to once more show us the true beast underneath.❞
❝ Oh, we don’t need to stand on formalities. Not when it’s just you and me.❞
❝ You are a tedious, small man, and in need of more frequent bathing.❞
❝ How dare you treat me in such fashion! ❞
❝ Talk now and you can save yourself some pain.❞
❝ That’s not the way we do things anymore.❞
❝ Oh joy. Then don’t carry it that way, or you’re likely to cut your own head off.❞
❝ Wait! Both of you! We don’t want to talk ourselves into rash actions here.❞
❝ Machines hate me. I’m a genetic luddite, incapable of operating anything more complex than my toaster.❞
❝ Do what you need to, but have this wrapped up by the gala.❞
❝ Boo-fucking-hoo.❞
❝ Has it escaped your notice I’m bleeding? I need a doctor.❞
❝ Excuse me?❞
❝ And don’t let the mundys catch you.❞
Get him/her, ____! He/she ‘s trying to kill me!❞
❝ I have no idea. It came out out of the blue.❞
❝ Good hunting, sir.❞
❝ And what are you going to be doing while I’m doing your work for you?❞
❝ This is the vorpal blade of Jabberwocky fame. Kills in one cut, snicker-snack and all that? Does all the fighting for you?❞
❝It’s all very complicated and I can’t explain it yet. So just go along.❞
❝ I was half-way hoping you’d have gone home for the night, so that I could put this off until tomorrow morning.❞
❝ Mop, wax, scrub and paint until you return it to pristine condition.❞
❝ Let’s all step back, take a deep breath, declare a minute’s moratorium on the chest-thumping and see if we can’t think things through a bit more rationally, okay?❞
❝I’m content to cut at you all day and all night, until you confess❞
❝ You can be one frustrating son of a bitch!❞
❝ Your record’s been clean since you came to town.❞
❝ Be my guest. I’d love to have that menace out of my life.❞
❝ Poor baby.❞
❝ Keep your pants on! I’m coming!❞
❝ You need to prepare yourself for some bad news.❞
❝ I’m sorry.❞
❝ The only easy day was yesterday.❞
❝ We’re coming to your rescue.❞
❝ Don’t put ideas in his head!❞
❝ What are you talking about?❞
❝ We both know you’re too much of a narcissistic asshole to ever blame yourself for any of your many failings, so did you blame her/him/_____?❞
❝ Not a chance, boys. Hauling all this crap was just the first act. Your workday has barely begun.❞
❝ The best mother/father any boy/girl could want.❞
Drop the knife and back away from the boy or I’ll rip your fucking throat out.❞
❝ I need you to be in one piece for the big party next week.❞
❝ I’ve got more bad news for the two of you.❞
❝ Nonsense. If I were trying to kill him/her, he/she ‘d be dead now.❞
❝ Can we go now? ❞
❝ What do you say? Growing tired of the taste of gingerbread?❞
❝ If I have to lay my hands on you, it won’t end until one of us is dead on the floor.❞
❝ My hero. *sarcasm*
❝ That means there’s no hope that she/he/___ is still alive.❞
❝ Yeah, well my heart bleeds for you, you know what they say.❞
❝ Most of us knew it was only a matter of time before you reverted to your old ways, ____. Nature cannot be denied.❞

frankofranmono asked:

What's the worst decision ever made in ASOIAF (excluding Robb marrying Jeyne Westerling, Catelyn arresting Tyrion, and Ned/Sansa telling Cersei)?

The brothers of the Night’s Watch not choosing Dolorous Edd as their next Lord Commander.

Look at the beauty of this man!

“The dead are likely dull fellows, full of tedious complaints—the ground’s too cold, my gravestone should be larger, why does he get more worms than I do…”

“There are worse ways to die than warm and drunk. I knew a brother drowned himself in wine once. It was a poor vintage, though, and his corpse did not improve it.”

“I never win anything. The gods always smiled on Watt, though. When the wildlings knocked him off the Bridge of Skulls, somehow he landed in a nice deep pool of water. How lucky was that, missing all those rocks?”
“Was it a long fall? Did landing in the pool of water save his life?
“No. He was dead already, from that axe in his head. Still, it was pretty lucky, missing the rocks.”

“I just want to say to whoever is voting for me that I would certainly make an awful Lord Commander. But so would all these others.”


Sorry Part 3

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As requested.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 963

Summary: The reader has to accompany Dean to a fancy event where they hunt a demon together. Dean X Reader.


Your motel room was small, confining, and very dark. One window illuminating your face with the moonlight, but that was the only source of visibility available. It was enough for the man to see you, crashed out after a tedious hunt.

He walks over to your bed and with a swift movement of his hand he turns on the switch to the light in the room, and the small space erupts with light. Your immediate response is loud, irritated groans, moans and curses which he ignores. You turn to face the man with eyes squinted and your face scrunched in bitterness, you groan again when your vision clears and you see Dean Winchester.

“Dean? What the hell, man?” you start, moving in your bed, pulling the covers over your eyes to shield it from the light. “How did you find me?”

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Dwarves of Olympia

She had heard of the dwarves through stories and songs from the old world. In the tales, the chubby man-like creatures were always happy, usually singing as they worked down in their mines, their cheeks round and rosy underneath their long beards. That was how Kitt had always imagined the dwarves would be, but the ones before her seemed like a poor imitation in comparison. They were gaunt, not fat, and dressed in dirty clothing, riddled with holes and patches. Their beards were cut short, the hair thin and wiry, and their faces sunken and pale. Kitt heard no singing as they rolled their carts back and forth, others stacking bricks and mixing some sort of gray paste to slather on top of them like softened butter on toast. In fact, aside from the sounds made by the work they did, there was silence among them. No one spoke–not even a whisper. They simply hobbled on their weak legs, doing their tedious work with their heads down.

A man stood off to the side, offering the dwarves “encouragement” as they worked through the day. Black-haired and black-eyed with a tan complexion, the man would blend into any crowd, but among the dwarves, he stood over them as a king.

Kitt made her way forward, assuming her usual saunter with her hands in her pockets. She stifled a sneeze. Dust hung in the air, creating a hazy fog that surrounded the work site. It smelled like burnt toast–most likely the hot tar or liquid cement being mixed nearby. The dwarves wore no safety gear, Kitt noted, watching one gingerly pour a cauldron of hot liquid into a hole in the ground. His face had turned bright red from the heat as steam rose from the bubbling substance, and his arms and shoulders trembled, as though the cauldron were a bit too heavy for him to handle.

Noting the black-haired man, Kitt approached him from behind, making sure to surprise him.

“Seems like they’re making a lot of progress,” she remarked, her eyes scanning the scene. She noted where a slew of apartment buildings had been located, each one lopsided and dirty with floors hastily added to the top as they filled.

She remembered being a young girl, just recruited into the Bastards. Cam had sent her and Essie to collect from the residents, when they were attacked by none other than a little old man. Essie had pushed him down, breaking his hip, and kicked him in the face. The man hardly had any teeth before, but the rest had fallen from his bloody mouth as he spat on the floor.

“Cwook,” he had said. “You cwook steah our hawdearn mohey!”

Essie had kicked him again, this time in the head. The man continued to cough, finally vomiting blood and collapsing.

Now, those buildings were being replaced by new ones with shiny, white brick and sleek steel. 

“Get outta here, thug.” The supervisor put his hands on his hips, stepping closer.

“Name’s Kitt Monroe,” the gang leader said, ignoring the man’s words. She saw his face go pale.

A groan of tedium escapes me,
Startling the fearful.
Is this a test? It has to be,
Otherwise I can’t go on.
Draining patience, drained vitality.
This paranoid, paralyzed vampire act’s a little old.

But I’m still right here
Giving blood, keeping faith,
And I’m still right here.

Wait it out.
Gonna wait it out.
Be patient (wait it out).

If there were no reward to reap,
No loving embrace to see me through,
This tedious path I’ve chosen here,
I certainly would’ve walked away by now.
Gonna wait it out.

If there were no desire to heal
A damaged and broken man along
This tedious path I’ve chosen here
I certainly would’ve walked away by now.

And I still may… I still may.

Be patient.
I must keep reminding myself of this.

And if there were no rewards to heal,
No loving embrace to see me through
This tedious path I’ve chosen here,
I certainly would’ve walked away by now.
And I still may.

Gonna wait it out.

anonymous asked:

in reference to the F!Mu, aww, that's a shame. I thought they were purposely vague and could sorta work with either one on purpose

I try to keep it mostly vague, though on the other blog it’s a bit hard to avoid, but anything is up to interpretation. They’re mostly all vague here (like 99%), because I do not want to go back and have to do the same imagine with the other tactician’s point of view. That’s so tedious man…like i probably won’t even do that..

anonymous asked:

hey i was wondering your opinion on minors being casually nude with each other is (i mean like, just minors, hanging out but naked). Im a minor and i dont really see a problem if everyone's ok with it but i wanted to get a more knowledgeable, older persons thoughts on it

ah man i don’t know 

i feel like that could be a tedious situation but i don’t know if there’s anything particularly wrong with it seeing that y’all would all be consenting i dunno 

athenafire asked:

Played a bit of it last week. It was rather boring if you ask me. It looked BEAUTIFUL but between the super sexist designs of the females of each race, the WoW clone feel--it just felt tedious.

Oh man okay with the female design things, you should see the guys. Especially male Amans and…whatever those beautiful horned people are called. It’s like they don’t actually wear clothes. And a lot of the emojis for guys are either bishonen as fuck or they’re gIANT CLUMSY MORONS like no one is safe man It’s stereotypes everywhere

I could go on and on with this like with the females it’s the same as it ever was sadly but the guys are really stereotyped and their clothes are revealing too so while that’s not the best solution to the issue at least both genders suffer the same fate in this one

But yeah, the game’s kinda dull unless you have people to play with, if you ask me. Personally I adore roleplaying on it so I’m usually in the RP server .c. It may be a WoW clone (I guess? I don’t really see it honestly) but it’s free and they did a nice job with the combat system and visuals, at least! And it’s free! o wo

Thoughts on being pretty

Today, Saturday, my parents had a builder doing some work in their yard. He is a very nice, trustworthy older gentleman who always goes above and beyond in his labor. He was installing a new heavy wooden gate in one of the entry ways. He labored all day, beginning in the early morning, and only stopped for a brief lunch.
I overheard my parents discussing the price and how much it would cost as it was a tedious and heavy project for one man.
Upon completion he came to my parents to charge them. I was shocked at the amount. Obviously I won’t say what it was but what he charged to have worked a full day of physical labor; drilling and hammering and measuring and sweating, was less than some of my promo girls make for a few hours of walking around giving people keychains and smiling for pictures.
Now, I’m not discounting the work that we do as a promo models, I for one know exactly the effort/energy it takes to be a truly GOOD and effective promo model, being the OWNER of an agency. The killer heels and the hair and makeup, the drunk people, the miles and miles of driving and the tiny freezing outfits in scary little grocery store isles! All part of the nature of the beast that is being a promo model!
Having said this, I’m affected by th humbleness of one man who does an incredibly efficient and painstaking job to completion with only a 15min lunch break and yet charges next to nothing. It reminds me of when entitled models complain about their rates or whine about how they should be receiving more because they did a little “extra” work that day.
Perhaps this will ruffle some feathers.
Frankly, I DON’T CARE
Being pretty or having boobs, to put it in the most crass and basic way possible, does NOT ENTITLE us to anything. Yes, I’M saying this…ME, Monica Weitzel, who has made a living off of this very thing, both myself physically and through running a modeling agency for many years.
Working HARD, being DEDICATED, RELIABLE, HONEST, HUMBLE and ultimately GRATEFUL is what entitled us to the opportunities that life has to offer. We are not owed anything because of our looks or because of how much time we spend in the gym. We get what we work for. Yes, of course we are fortunate to have these advantages based on our looks and many times it makes our life SO much easier, more glamorous and more fun! For THAT very reason we must be grateful, never entitled because that can be taken away at any moment and then what are we left with?
I close with thanking all the BEAUTIFUL women in my life who despite their physical advantage lol , still get up every day to KICK ass and work their pretty butts off…who say THANK YOU more than they say GIVE ME.
-Monica Weitzel #ThoughtsThatBecameWords

Out of the corner of her eye she thought she saw Jace shoot her a look of white rage - but when she glanced at him, he looked as he always did: easy, confident, slightly bored.
“In future, Clarissa,” he said, “it might be wise to mention that you already have a man in your bed, to avoid such tedious situations.”
“You invited him into bed?” Simon demanded, looking shaken.
“Ridiculous, isn’t it?” said Jace. “We would never have all fit.”
“I didn’t invite him into bed,” Clary snapped. “We were just kissing.”
“Just kissing?” Jace’s tone mocked her with its false hurt. “How swiftly you dismiss our love.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

cassandralee replied to your postcassandralee replied to your post: i keep getting…

Thank you friendo good luck with your stuff too D: I just can’t believe I’m procrastinating this much… I have so many notes from these interviews to wade through… pls kill me…

bruh you know what you’re talking about and you’re passionate on the subject and you found plenty of people to back you up and provide fodder for your presentation. a bunch of worst case scenarios can happen tomorrow and I still believe you’ll do wonderfully. YOU’RE ALMOST DONE DUDE i can’t believe it man!!

wading through notes is tedious as heckfuck tho, i wish i could just send you cookies or something.