anonymous asked:


Now, you didn’t specify a ship, so I guess it’s dealer’s choice! And I’m going to choose Prinxiety for this one,because I actually got another person requesting this same thing.

27. A taunt, with one eyebrow raise and a grin bubbling at your lips.

“For the last time, we are NOT watching The Black Cauldron again! We’ve seen it three times this week, and I want something I can sing to.” Roman snapped, glaring at his boyfriend, who sat smirking on the couch.

“And for the last time, *I* don’t want to watch anything else. So, if you’re going to put on something different, I’ll just go listen to music in my room.” Virgil shot back, folding his arms over his chest.

“Darling, be reasonable–”

“I’m being completely reasonable. Black Cauldron is the greatest Disney movie ever made. It’s not my fault you can’t face facts.” Roman’s affronted gasp was almost loud enough to echo. 



“How DARE you?! As if Black Cauldron could hope to compete with the likes of Sleeping Beauty, The Little Mermaid, Aladdin, Frozen, or Moana!” 

“It not only compares, it surpasses every single one of them.”

Roman stalked up to the couch, glaring down at Virgil, who merely cocked a brow and grinned unapologetically up at him. Roman leaned closer, and Virgil’s smile only got wider.

“You know I can win this argument with four words, right?” Virgil suppressed a laugh as Roman’s eyes narrowed.

“I very much doubt that, my darling Fall Out Boy.” 

“I love you, Roman.” Roman froze in place, then melted on the spot. Virgil rarely ever said the words. He showed his affections often, in his own way, but the actual words had only been spoken once before, several months ago. To hear it now, with his name…it was nearly overwhelming. Even through his irritation, his heart leaped, and he could feel tears stinging his eyes. Virgil’s smile faltered, and he looked concerned now.

“Roman? Oh god, are you okay?!”

“Yes! So much more than okay.” Roman gently sat next to Virgil, pulling him into his arms and burying his face into Virgil’s neck. Virgil’s arms tentatively enfolded him, and Roman couldn’t hold back one single tear from leaking out.

“I love you, too, Virgil. So much. It’s astounding to me that even with your horrific taste in Disney movies, my affection for you grows deeper and stronger every day.” Roman’s voice was thick with emotion, and when he pulled back, Virgil’s eyes searched his. Virgil frowned, gently cupping his face.

“I don’t tell you enough. If it makes you this emotional, I don’t say it enough.”

“You DO say it–”

“Not with words. Not the way you need to hear it. I love you. I’ll say it however many times you need me to, until it sticks. You deserve the words, Ro. You deserve…well, a hell of a lot more than me, but–”

“Don’t you dare! Don’t you dare ruin something so beautiful and perfect by thinking you’re not good enough when you are everything!” Roman cut him off, his voice fierce. Virgil blinked, then slowly relaxed, a small smile on his face.

“You are determined to love me until I see something worth loving in myself, aren’t you?”

“YES!!! And I’ll tell you and show you relentlessly until you do, so really, you may as well concede now. It’s a battle I am going to win.”

“Unlike the battle you lost just now.” Virgil’s smirk was back, and Roman rolled his eyes, but grabbed the remote and hit play. The Black Cauldron was already in the DVD player from yesterday. 

He snuggled in next to his boyfriend, draping a blanket over both of them, and prepared to watch Virgil’s favorite movie for the fourth time. If that wasn’t true love and devotion, frankly, he didn’t know what was!

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anonymous asked:

How’d you like to be Sam’s rl ‘gf’ and read how the person he puts the most thought into choosing a Christmas gift for is his ‘Co-worker’ Caitriona. I mean, if I were his gf and read that, I’d be pretty damn pissed!! And I think Sam knows that. So....what a clever way of naming his GF, without actually calling her his GF!!!!!

Listen….. If I were Sam’s “GF” and wasn’t Cait, the Christmas present thing would be minor in comparison to say…..

Seize the boy.


Nay contest.

I love you.

Marathon stopping


All the way up to 🦐 and 🐡

Oh, and “instrument” waggling.

Honestly, IF I were still around then I shouldn’t be shocked by Sam putting loads of thought into Cait’s present.

to contribute to the ‘humans are weird’ posts...

Okay, but what about marathons tho. Humans are built to follow animals on foot. Until the animal literally gives up and dies. That’s how we hunt. We’re not super fast or claw-y or bite-y. we just keep running. Forever

Imagine aliens finding out about marathons. Aliens who are stealth predators or evolved from sedentary species learning that humans just straight up run their prey to death. 

Alien Wimu: Human Nik, I have been watching this hologram for several ngu’la. What are these humans doing?
Human Nik: Oh, wow, that’s the Olympics! It’s a competition where humans see who is the best at various physical tasks. This is the marathon, I think? 
Alien Wiro: We have tests of physical prowess on Mngumu as well. But I have been watching for several ngu’la and these humans have been running the entire time. I am concerned. Are they well? Has something gone wrong with the event? Is something chasing them? 
Human Nik: Nope, that’s the event! It’s actually really cool. A long time ago, this human ran – a bunch of kilometers? Something like 40, I think – because he was carrying a message to a place called Marathon from … someplace in Greece because of a war or something. He died I think. Anyway, now a lot of people do it! I actually ran a half-marathon for charity once. It was pretty grueling but it felt really good.
Alien Wiro: …I’m sorry, but I believe you said 40 kilometers. That is equivalent to roughly 349 shmo! 
Human Nik: Yeah, that sounds about right. 
Alien Wiro: And you said the original person died?
Human Nik: Well, I think. But like I said we train for it now. It’s not so bad, really. 
Alien Wiro: … 
Human Nik: Anyway, thanks for showing me! It’s really easy to lose track of time up here, wow. Had no idea the Olympics were happening. 
Alien Wiro:


Look what I found on twitter. We need to watch all the Wander Over Yonder episodes they give this weekend. This is one of the chances that we need to proof to Disney how much we love the show and how we want and deserve a third season. I don’t care how long this takes, the show ended unfairly and we need to watch all marathons they give. We can’t give up I mean Kim Possible didn’t give up and neither did Samurai Jack. We need to do this for Wander.

byebyebriar  asked:

MC is pinned and only way to get free is to cut off her hand. Her only goal is to get to a meeting and deliver a message to stop a war. Said meeting is a 2-3 hour journey on foot away. Since she doesn't care about infection/nerve damage, would the quickest way to get moving again be to burn the wound close or attempt to bind it one-handed?


Anonymous said:
Is it realistic for a normal human to be able to carry something heavy after losing a major limb? Say, they just lost their arm but have to carry their buddy (who is about their body weight) only wise they will die.

(I want to ask what a “minor limb” might be, but this blog isn’t marked as NSFW and I don’t wanna start now…..)

Hey there humans! Let’s talk ampumutations. 

Amputations take a lot out of a person, even disregarding the circumstances surrounding them. In one case we have presented, a character decides to amputate her own hand (or to have someone do it to her); the mental energy and the pain is downright exhausting. This is just as bad as an amputation from some unexpected circumstances like a battle. 

Next comes blood loss. Hemorrhage is a major complication of amputation, and a field amputation is an especially bloody proposition. 

In all cases, the best answer is “tourniquet before the amputation” (when it’s possible). This will preserve circulating volume, which will allow them to do as much as they can after the amputation. 

Cauterization will take far longer than placing a tourniquet before the amputation and bandaging the stump. Something has to heat up the blade before it’s applied to the skin, and the potential passing-out afterwards isn’t so convenient on a time front. 

Can it be done? Sure. Is it a good idea? No, but people do strange things when they think they’ll miss their One Goal™ – or they haven’t been trained otherwise. 

In other words: an it harm not the realism, do what ye will. 

Capabilities Immediately After 

Between blood loss and emotional trauma, I have significant doubts about anyone’s ability to do great feats of heroism after an amputation. 

As for carrying a battle buddy, the answer is probably not. It’s difficult enough to carry someone with two arms; with one amputated (and no time to adapt), carrying the buddy is just not likely. 

As for traveling a few miles to a meeting, I might believe that, if only because a hand amputation is less likely to cause severe bleeding than a whole arm amputation, and because it’s the character’s choice (and thus she can prevent blood loss as she goes). 

However, what I would believe and what audiences would believe are two different things. I wouldn’t throw either book across the room as long as the hero essentially collapses at the end of their Heroic Feat™. 

Before You Go: A Small History Lesson

By the way, do you know why we run marathons as a sport? Gather round, kids. Wind back the clock to 490 B.C.. Pheidippedes is a warrior in the Athenian army. When the Athenians defeat the invading Persians on the shores of Marathon, he makes a run back to Athens to carry news of the victory – a full 26.2 miles of running.

Pheidippedes delivers his message of glorious victory, breathless and panting – and drops dead of exhaustion. (Probably rhabdomyolysis, actually.) 

We run marathons because some dude died of them. Humans: perpetually Doing the Dumb for +- 300,000 years. 

I hope this helped both of you, or was at least marginally interesting. 

xoxo, Aunt Scripty


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The 2017 NYC Marathon.

I don’t know where to start with this one.

I trained my ASS off for 4 months. I think I missed a total of 4 runs the entire time.

Marathon Day:

We were up at 4:40 am to get out on the bus to Staten island from Manhattan. I dozed off on the bus and the next thing I knew we were walking to the athletes village in fort Wordsworth. There were police, army, tanks, guns EVERYWHERE. I felt safe. We grabbed coffee, bagels, Dunkin Donuts hats and found ourselves a place to lay down until 11 am when our wave started.

The time passed quick and the nerves came on REAL STRONG.

Then we were running.

I trained for a time goal so I had a pace bracelet on to help me. I followed it religiously in the beginning. I had my garmin set up to only show current lap distance and pace. As each mile passed I refocused on the new pace. ( I had it set up to adjust pace for elevation etc)

I felt really good in the beginning, The nerves were gone.

Somewhere around mile 10 my mind just went crazy. The gps on my watch wasn’t reading accurately so my pace was showing wrong, I assumed due to the buildings and it THREW ME OFF. I struggled mentally the last 16 miles.

I FOUGHT. I went in and out of a bad place for a long time. I just ran. I didn’t know how fast I was just going. I walked through a few water stations the last 10 miles or so but that’s all the walking I did.

I will note: Hansons prepared the hell out of my body. I felt amazing physically. My body was GOING but my mind was just having a BAD DAY! I cant blame hanson’s for that because it started pretty damn early in the race.

As I was crossing over the last bridge from the Bronx back into Manhattan a coach from team in training ran with me for a bit. She was great, I wasn’t able to tell her how much I appreciated it but I sure felt it!

ALSO- spectators, let me tell you how important they are! You guys are rock stars. You come stand on a street for hours to see your loved one run by for maybe 3 seconds and then you move and do it all over again. Seeing my parents and my best friends parents multiple times on the course was SUCH a boost!

The crowds in NYC are INSANE. People kept telling me but you don’t realize the magnitude until you are out there experiencing it!

As I was approaching the last few miles I checked in with my watch, I knew if I just kept running I would PR.

I went into the race with 3 goals.

A goal was 4:30
B goal was until 4:40
C goal was anything under 4:47 ( my current PR before NYC)

I knew A goal was gone,B goal was pretty much gone but if I kept running I was going to PR. So I pushed.

when people tell you to “Dig Deep” ITS HARD but that’s exactly what I did. I PUSHED.

And then the next thing I knew I was approaching the 800 m left, then 400m left then 200m and then I saw the finish line. I’ve been watching the marathon on TV for years and I’ve seen the finish line a million times but running up to it was amazing. Knowing I secured a 4 minute PR was fantastic!!! I thought I would be more disappointed that I missed my A goal by 13 minutes but I wasn’t. I knew i left it all out there. I don’t think I could have done any better on that day. Who can be mad when they PR by 4 minutes!!

Huge shout out to all my friends for texting me and snapping me with the most amazing words of encouragement. It meant EVERYTHING! Some of them will be reading this on here… I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!!!!!

I feel like this post is all over the place. Words are not my thing, but there it is.

I’m still riding the high 2 days later and plan to ride it out as long as I can.

Thanks to everyone for being SO supportive and following me on this LONG journey!!!