We Intertwined: Scientia Family Headcanons
  • When the light returns to the kingdom and Insomnia is resurrected, Ignis relocates the family to live just outside the Citadel. It’s the home he’d always dreamed of with the family he never thought he’d be able to have.
  • Raine keeps her grandmother’s house, but it becomes more like a summer getaway home. She loves their house in Insomnia, but always feels most at home back in Lestallum.
  • Raine learns Braille alongside Ignis. She always packs a lunch for him (her cooking has markedly improved) and leaves him little love notes in Braille attached to cans of Ebony.
  • Raine also teaches Braille to her children and they make him “I love you Daddy” notes and cards out of macaroni glued to paper.
  • Lucas had always shown artistic prowess as a young child. As he got older, he started getting more into relief sculptures, and took to carving images out of linoleum blocks. Raine was worried at first that Lucas was going to hurt himself with the sharp tools, but Ignis reminded her that she still took to whittling in her free time and it shut her up pretty quickly.
  • Aurora took to cooking just like her father. She’s small for her age, but she loves helping out in the kitchen. Her speciality is grilled cheese, and Raine gets her a stool so that she can reach the stove (with her supervision, of course).
  • Aurora also loves saying Ignis’ catch phrase, “I’ve come up with a new recipe!” But it’s in that excited way that kids get where they can’t talk and breathe at the same time.
  • Raine lets her hair grow back out, some of the blue still lingering on the ends, though she doesn’t dye it anymore. Ignis likes to braid her hair in different ways before bed because he likes how the strands feel as he weaves them through his fingers.
  • Ignis often employs the phrase “If I don’t see it, it isn’t there”. For example, this applies to when his kids are trying to get away with something, or when he’s leaving lingering kisses on Raine’s neck with one of their children in a five foot radius.
  • Raine kisses Ignis’ facial scars every morning. She likes to tell him that he’s beautiful because it always makes him blush.
  • Lucas and Aurora often like to surprise their parents with breakfast in bed. It’s always too much food for them to eat, but the grilled cheese is always perfect and the Ebony is brewed to perfection.
  • Sometimes though, breakfast in bed backfires when Ignis and Raine get a little frisky in the morning. Lucas is no fool––when he hears the telltale moans floating from their room, he shudders and leads Aurora away to watch cartoons downstairs until his parents are done. But he does suppose that it’s better that his parents are in love. He just doesn’t want to hear it. He asks Uncle Prompto for noise-cancelling headphones for Christmas.
  • Lucas finds out that he needs glasses when he’s seven years old. He gets similar frames to Ignis’ old ones. When he wears them, Raine is always stunned by how her son looks like Ignis’ carbon copy. Sometimes she sees them adjusting their spectacles at the same time in the same manner and she can’t help but smile.
  • Neither of the kids have Ignis’ accent, but sometimes they like to mimic it. Aurora will specifically do it while she’s helping in the kitchen, and Lucas will do it when he delivers a pun or a sarcastic quip. Raine always comments that he’s Ignis’ clone, and it makes Ignis smile because at least he knows what he looked like when he was Lucas’ age.
  • Aurora’s favourite bedtime story is the one of how Raine and Ignis fell in love. She always asks for it and asks both her parents to retell it. She’s heard it so many times that she finishes their sentences for them, her sea foam eyes twinkling with the biggest smile on her face.
  • Raine keeps a framed photo of Clara in the front hallway of the house with other pictures of the family. Lucas always says goodbye to her before he leaves for school, and Aurora blows her kisses before heading upstairs for bed.

I will probably add more to this eventually!

anonymous asked:

I'm getting two cats and moving into my own place in a few months. I'm so happy and excited and I know my new fur babies are going to do so much for my mental health, considering when I learned of them my recovery actually sped up markedly (I was in the hospital six months ago for a suicide attempt). Just goes to show that there is always going to be something for you around the corner, you just have to hold on long enough to get there! Just wanted to share :)

i’m so so so happy for you! this is so cute and i proud of you. 

have a gr8 time with your fur babies  ♡ ♡

You know, the thing that I cling to wrt Rbrn is that Ryn is almost guaranteed to leave long before Dnny does. Seriously, you can tell he doesn’t give a fuck anymore - say what you want about his acting skills, but his performance has markedly dropped since the early days. He knows Rbrt is a mess of a character with no consistency, he doesn’t know how to play him anymore, and I don’t think he even likes Rbrt. 

Tbh I don’t think he ever did, but he at least enjoyed playing a straight up villain - yeah, he had some subtleties, but he was what he was, namely a huge asshole. Now there’s this whole ‘redemption’ mess with him continuing to be a complete wanker, and he’s meant to be in a ‘stable’ relationship, and I really don’t see Ryn staying much longer. I hope he doesn’t, anyway.


A Pavilion Between Trees in Victoria

Titled ‘A Pavilion Between Trees’, the addition to an existing home was designed by Australian practice Branch Studio Architects for a client with a need for a new master en-suite. the home, a 90’s built design executed by the clients themselves, exemplifies a markedly different architectural style that was not pursued with the new addition. Instead, the site and its many spaced out trees served as a starting point to create a semi-detached building that interacts with its environment, not only sparing any existing tree but allowing each one to become a point of interest and serve a function with the suite.  

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✨ february fanfics!! ✨

» After the Storm by ofthedells

Allura, Pidge, Hunk, Lance and Keith go camping.

» bad communication by calliopinaround

“Can we, like, stop speaking in code now actually, because I’m not anymore certain than I was two minutes ago that we’re talking about the same thing and I just want to know if you’re saying you like me back or if I just maybe read way too much into this entire conversation and made that part up?”

» Block, Punch, Dodge by chasing_the_sterek

In which Lance is a secret badass, Keith is surprisingly not as emotionally constipated as normal and everyone cheats at least little bit.

» Dancing Lions, Painted Wings by genericfanatic

Years after peace has been made between the Galran and Altean kingdoms, The witch Haggar comes for vengeance. The young symbol of peace, the half-galran, half-altean Prince Kalor is lost.

» galaxies in your eyes, flowers in my heart by Elysabeth

Lance meets his neighbor, grows flowers, almost dies, paints the universe and falls in love. Not necessarily in this order.

» Ghost of the Future by wittyy_name & Zizzani

When Lance is thrown through time, his future self from one year ahead is transported to the past in his place.

This Lance is faster, stronger, and markedly more mature. Not only that, but he’s distinctly more intuitive about his teammates and A LOT more touchy with Keith.

» Heart on Fire by dumpsterdiva 

Recipe for this fic:
1 peaceful morning jog in the park
1 auto-mechanic hothead keith
1 soccer player sinamonroll™ lance
2 cups mutual pining
A dash of angst
All the sugar in the world
Way too many bad pick-up lines
And a burn so slow you could slow roast a whole Kaltenecker

» He Sleeps in the Sky of Ice by jadencross

It’s been three months since the plan to rescue Allura, and Team Voltron has finally found each other again.

Well, almost.

» He Who Fights Monsters by magisterpavus

When Knight cadet Lance Espinosa is kidnapped by a strange red dragon who kills its own kind, certain truths are revealed…and so are the true monsters.

» how will you know its good (because you never do) by mayerwien

Keith and Lance make a 1 AM pilgrimage to Jollibee, Keith questions everything in the known universe, and Lance just wants to eat his gravy and carbs in peace.

» i just want you to know who i am by Kyoshu_Koi

“It’s you!” Keith screamed, “It’s always been you.”

» it’s quite bizarre, and will remain this way by mayerwien

Dear Mr. Coran,

I am writing to entrust to you the care and supervision of the young man who will be working with our custodial team starting this coming Tuesday. The young man’s name, as I’m sure you already know, is Keith.

» Laughter Lines by tibetanturnips

Keith and Lance have visited Earth a few times since they became paladins twenty years ago. This time will be the hardest.

“I’ll see you in the future when we’re older and we are full of stories to be told.”

» let the whole world know by redburn

Your soulmates first words said to you are inked on your wrist at birth.

Except now Keith decided he wasn’t going to wait for his soulmate to come along, instead he was more keen on asking out the cute barista who worked near their campus.

» Love and Other Questions by squirenonny

Canonverse Soulmate AU with romantic and platonic soulmates (and some gray areas in between)

» never saw you coming by dimpleforyourthoughts

Three months in space on his own would have been fine. Three months in space with Lance McClain is a whole other fucking story.

» Of booty shorts and injuries by Queerswimming

Keith and Lance unexpectedly meet at the emergency room in the middle of the night.

» Pillars of Doubt by Sarolonde

Lance’s wild, carefree smile is missing and he’s isolating himself. Keith hates it, he misses Lance but doesn’t know how to fix it, especially when he can barely cope with his own problems. 

» Shadow of the Past by wittyy_name & Zizzani

When Lance is thrown through time, he finds himself one year in the future, in place of the Lance that should be here.

He finds his team to be remarkably familiar, yet distinctly different. They have more scars, a better grip on the whole saving the universe thing, and over a year’s worth of teamwork to bind them together. But the weirdest part? Keith seems to be a lot more touchy with him. Not that he’s complaining… much.

» The Canvas Effect by neadevar

Lance Mcclain is desperate to find his niche in the world, thought he might have when he discovered he had a soulmate. Only his soulmate seems to be a dick.

» the currents you create by theoddoodisnude

Some days, he woke up even more tired than he’d been when he’d gone to sleep, and willing his body to go through the motions was just—tough. Like wading through thigh-high water or running on soft sand that gave under the soles of his feet.

» The Hunt is Over by lilythechessie

Along the road to making the world a better place by taking down any and all Galra, Lance runs into love in the dark of night on a motor bike. Literally.

» this love has a heartbeat by ashmes

Keith has never really paid any mind to grand romantic gestures, let alone big celebrations and days dedicated to them. It didn’t make sense to him back then on Earth, still doesn’t make sense to him now that they’ve all been invited to the Festival of Love.

» together by RainPhee

Not a single member of Voltron was ready to be taking care of an alien baby themselves.

But that’s what they got.

» Voluntary Drowning by GhostFox

“Oh my god, are you always this annoying?” Keith fists a hand in his hair, tugging lightly as he tries to convince himself that the tingling in his stomach is frustration and not because the dumb quirk at the corner of Lance’s lips is kind of cute.

“Only with people who are cute when they’re mad,” he says easily, as if his own stupid words don’t embarrass him at all. Keith, however, tries to ignore how hot his cheeks feel and blame it on the sun.

“I hope you do drown.”

» you are the sun, and I am the moon (and we will never collide) by dreamingunderthetstars

Lance was Keith’s sun, and Keith was Lance’s moon.

Chasing after one another for eternity, never stopping, only running, and wising that for once, just for a little while, if they could collide.

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Dungeon Crafting: Puzzle Dungeons

image source: Legend of Zelda: Oracle of Ages

Now, I don’t know if you people have seen Mark Brown’s miniseries on YouTube known as Boss Keys, but it’s pretty great. It picks apart and analyzes some of my favorite dungeons from the Legend of Zelda games and finds out what makes a dungeon a Zelda dungeon. I have always loved these dungeons because they have a lot of density and force you to explore the space slowly and think your way through its puzzles. Definitely check out Boss Keys. From what I learned from those videos plus my own experiences as a DM, I’m going to try and detail how to create a Zelda-like puzzle dungeon. There are a few hallmarks that you should hit on:

Dungeon Density

Each area in the dungeon should be complex. It should have several things to interact with in each room other than the monsters or guardians. Everything doesn’t have to be immediately useful or usable, but it should provide context for the dungeon. For ideas, think what the dungeon was used for and research what sorts of things might be in an ancient tomb, lost temple, or forgotten keep. Have certain puzzle elements stand out. A good example from the Legend of Zelda is the eyeball above a closed door. I would stray away from that type of “puzzle” as it’s very well-known, I assume, that you have to hit the eye to open the door. On the other hand, a well-known puzzle like that could signal to the players that this is going to be one of “those” dungeons.

Making a dungeon complex and dense will mean that you have less rooms to populate, and will make it feel robust and well-used. It will also give a feeling of slight confusion for the players as they try to organize all of the information you’re giving them, but as the dungeon progresses, they can pick and choose which parts of the dense dungeon are integral to solving the dungeon!

Hub Areas

With all of that dungeon density I’ve been talking about, it’s good to have some sort of hub area. It could be a large room, a safe sanctuary, or have some overbearing landmark for players to imprint on. This will be the main part of the dungeon that they remember and can rely on. They will pay the most attention to this hub. So if this hub is a main part of solving your dungeon puzzle, they will notice changes made to the room very easily. For instance, a hub room could be a gaping chasm with bridges that seem to be mechanical. When certain levers in other parts of the dungeon are pulled, some pathways in the hub open up and some close off as the bridges ascend, descend, or turn. Back in my post about dungeon tempo, this creates a nice rhythm for players to always come back to a room that they’ve cleared and notice progress.

Branching Paths

Branching paths are a key part of puzzle dungeons. Don’t have a dungeon that is all one path that railroads players to the end of the dungeon with a puzzle for each room. Players need to be able to explore and discover the available paths in the dungeon and find the path for themselves. In the Boss Keys miniseries I mentioned, Mark constantly differs Legend of Zelda dungeons by whether they make you find a path versus making you follow a path. I personally enjoy finding the path and I think most players do too. It is key in creating what are known as…

A-Ha Moments

An a-ha moment is not that feeling you get when listening to Take On Me, but it’s pretty close. It’s that feeling a player gets when they figure out a puzzle by suddenly putting two and two together. There are a few aspects to create this in dungeon and level design:

  • Foreshadowing: implying that one part of the dungeon must be revisited later or implying something further in the dungeon exists. Laying this groundwork puts thoughts in players’ heads to help them markedly acknowledge that it’s okay to leave this area, because something lies ahead.
  • State Changes: the environment of the dungeon or its parts changes based on the actions of the players. This is the “puzzle” part of the a-ha moment. Pressing a button to change gravity, move a pylon, or change water levels can would count as a state change. Even acquiring a key item that can affect the dungeon or the players’ movement would count (see Link’s Pegasus Boots, Hover Boots, Silver Gauntlets, etc.)
  • Backtracking: After the state change, the dungeon has shifted. Some areas that were once inaccessible can now be accessed, and areas that were once open have closed off. This forces the players to backtrack. Where do they backtrack to? The place that foreshadowed the backtracking.

How does this look in practice? Let’s make an example:

The players enter a dungeon and quickly make it to a hub area with four doors. three of the doors have a bridge extending from it to a central platform. The platform and bridges are 100 ft. above a pit of spikes, which are very satisfying to kick the kobolds in this room onto. Once players tire themselves of punting kobolds, they notice that the central platform has a large plinth with a stationary mirror set into it. The mirror is facing one of the directions of the bridges. The mirror can’t be easily moved without tools, and it has no apparent use yet. The players move on to one of the doors connected by the bridge.

The players go through several chambers, fighting monsters and avoiding traps, when they find a room with a lever in it. When pulled, they hear a low rumbling and grinding of stone elsewhere in the dungeon. When they return to the hub room, the central platform and bridges have rotated, allowing passage to the door that didn’t have a bridge leading to it before.

Down this new route, the players find a stone button with an angel relief on it. After pushing a huge rock onto it, they hear another rumbling. On returning to the hub room, an angel relief is now visible on the wall as a stone slab has moved away to reveal it.

The yet unexplored room is still accessible by the bridge, and after exploring down that path, the players find a crank near a gilded relief of a sun. The crank opens up a sunroof in the hub area. The sun (if daytime) shines light onto the central mirror in that room, which then reflects it out in one direction. The only problem is, the beam of light from the mirror isn’t facing the way the PCs want (towards the revealed angel relief in the hub area).

Realizing that they need to point the mirror so the light shines on the angel relief, they must backtrack to the room with the lever that rotates the bridges and mirror until the mirror is oriented the way they want.

This example has density. It’s essentially four rooms with all the things they need to solve a puzzle in the hub area (the central room with the bridges). It could use more density though with more puzzle intertwined throughout some filler rooms or with more things to do in each room; I was light on description for the purpose of the example. It has three branching paths (four if you include where they entered from). The mirror foreshadows a light puzzle, and the sun icon foreshadows the opening of the sunroof. The bridges, angel relief, and sunroof all exist in the hub area and change states based on the players’ actions in the rest of the dungeon. Players have to backtrack to the room that changes the bridge orientation so they can rotate the mirror to face the right direction. This is a fairly simple puzzle, but in the context of a session of D&D where the story less shown and more told, it can prove more difficult. Keep all of these factors in mind when making a puzzle dungeon, and don’t forget to watch Boss Keys!

Jupiter: the greater Benefic. The planet that can expand, exemplify, and enlarge. It can also bring abundance and luck. Although depending on the sign, house and aspects regarding Jupiter, a person can have positive, neutral or no luck. The soft aspects (trines, sextiles and conjuncts) will enhance jupiters energy. The hard aspects (squares, inconjuncts and opposites) can make jupiters energy harder to see or manifest.

Since Jupiter and Saturn are the gateway between the personal and interpersonal planets it is important to look at both the sign it resides and the house. If Saturn represents life’s tests and lessons then Jupiter is the guide and teacher out of those lessons.

SIGNS modify planets
PLANETS are the energy of the chart
HOUSES are areas of focus in a chart
ASPECTS interconnect planets and points in a chart

How you best use jupiter is up to you. 🌟

****I use mostly whole signs so check your placidus and whole sign house

JUPITER’S FIRST-HOUSE POTENTIAL: You are your own good luck in that your personality and appearance can see you positively through just about any and everything. Cash in on your all-encompaasing sense of humor and normally-positive attitude and outlook. You have the natural ability to make others feel better while in your presence. You may have a beaming million-dollar smile; don’t neglect using it to help with getting what you want. Others seek you out for your natural adeptness to counsel them on their problems; draw upon your natural intuition. You can get complete answers to rather complex questions from sources beyond your “worldly” practical awareness. You can charge for this gift. You have an inborn ability to accept adversities calmly and positively, since you have an inner awareness that they are only object lessons which are essential and meaningful to your emotional growth.

JUPITER’S SECOND-HOUSE POTENTIAL: Material gain, money, and possessions in abundance are your true “birthright.” You may deal in, work with, and, in time, accumulate large sums of money and other representations of material success. When it comes to getting ahead financially, you have your lucky four-leaf clover ever at hand. You are very much a materialist and should concentrate your major energies on getting ahead first and foremost in a material/financial way. Little spiritual growth may be made until you have gained your worldly fortune. It is most important that you not burden yourself with any feelings of guilt concerning this truth. Feel guilty only if you employ any form of dishonesty in achieving the material rewards which are rightfully yours. Whether it all belongs to you or not, you are destined to handle large amounts of money and deal in other ways with great wealth. Put on your thinking cap and find practical and honest ways to make more of it yours personally.

JUPITER’S THIRD-HOUSE POTENTIAL: Your mind and the ability to communicate well are the keys to realizing your good fortune. Your mental capacity is great in scope; you can be a storehouse of information. This information is knowledge; knowledge is power. The remuneratively-rewarding areas of selling, writing, public speaking, publishing, and broadcasting can open fabulous channels for you in which you can realize your fondest dreams. You may find that it is necessary to be mobile, to move about, to travel shorter distances, and to make changes in order to take advantage of your best luck potential. Be versatile and willing to go along with whatever seems right and best. Your luck will work for you if you will work with it. You cannot realize your true potential if you are an unyielding “stick in the mud.” Read, write, listen, speak, gesture, go, change, modify, rectify; consider the meaningful role brothers and sisters and other family members can play in boosting you to a fuller realization of your ultimate potential.

JUPITER’S FOURTH-HOUSE POTENTIAL: Luck to you is closely connected with actual security. Above all else, you must first work to assure that you develop a secure base from which to operate; you need to put down firm and secure roots. Once you have done so, you may then work in a certain and relaxed way to add measurably to that basic security. Land and real property hold great promise for you; put all the money and effort you can spare into wise investments in real estate. Your major plan should be to acquire one piece of land and then, as you can, buy adjoining property, etc. Having rental properties can bring you great financial gain as well as an inner joy through ownership. You are fortunate in birth in that your parents may serve as a springboard or guiding hand in your moving forward at a relatively early age. They may enrich you with gifts, money, property, basic intelligence, and love. Most of your good luck is always very close at hand – near home base; or in proximity to your area or place of birth. Your luck works best when you maintain an inner confidence in yourself and your ability to do well.

JUPITER’S FIFTH-HOUSE POTENTIAL: You are extremely lucky in that you can get a lot of pleasure and joy just from the routine of living your life day-to-day. So, don’t miss out on a single day – enjoy yourself. Jupiter here expands your creative faculties and offers you personal gratification when you utilize your innovative ideas and talents. You can be lucky with your own children and the offspring of others as well. Your best future may center in the practical application of this native capability. You may excel in sports and in the areas of commerce associated with recreation and entertainment. If you are wise and careful, you may make striking gains through well-thought-out speculation, especially if it involves matters at a distance. (Your hobby should be to enter every give-away contest possible.) You may, if other indicators support, have better-than-average luck with gambling and other games of chance. Also, use your sense of humor and general zest for living as stepping stones to getting the things of life which you desire.

JUPITER’S SIXTH-HOUSE POTENTIAL: Your fortune may lie in the quantity of service you are capable of giving others in exchange for payment. You are wisest and best advised to sell services as opposed to products. Glowing, abundantly good health may be yours; and when you have good health, there is really no greater fortune. Jupiter placed here offers you the opportunity or ability to turn out an impressive amount of work so you should have little or no reluctance to put forth the amount of effort necessary to accomplish whatever you really want. It has been said that genius is five percent inspiration and ninety-five percent perspiration. Go ahead and let others label you a genius if they want to, even though you know that you accomplish tasks best through honest hard work. Jupiter in the sixth house also causes others to want to serve you; consequently, most of those who work with or for you may, through their willing efforts, aid in speeding you on to great and worthwhile accomplishments.

JUPITER’S SEVENTH-HOUSE POTENTIAL: Your prospective good luck and your fortune in life are determined importantly by the partnerships you do (or do not) form. These partnerships include marriage, meaningful relationships, business, social, legal, religious, and all others. You could marry into very fortunate circumstances, as you can attract others who will work hard or share generously to your personal advantage. You must not overlook your natural potential for being able to make judgments quickly and accurately. Knowing when the “iron” is hot, sensing the proper time to act, can propel you toward your best fortune. You may also capitalize from a natural legal bent in your mental machinery. Because of this factor, you may be able to handle your interests quite well in contractual dealings and other matters relating to agreements. Almost anything which deals with balance, form, order, color, and symmetry can offer you abundant opportunities for forwarding your luck potential.

JUPITER’S EIGHT-HOUSE POTENTIAL: Your good luck can lie in your desires and your ability to harness and direct their very potent powers. It would not be an unfair or unrealistic matter to make an analogy between desire and what is commonly called prayer. Prayers (often expressing desires) are materialized if one believes and persists in the belief (keeps faith). You will receive your fondest dreams as realities only if you first get a clear mental image of what it is you want. Once you have this in mind, you must fan your desires and intensify them to the point that the accomplishment of that desired goal becomes a part of yourself. With an eighth-house Jupiter, your desire potential is naturally very strong and you generally succeed or fail to the degree that you are able to manipulate this very potent force. Inheritances, and gifts or those things which you did not have to work for in a literal sense may figure importantly in your good fortune. Dutifully cultivate good relations with all those who could benefit you in these areas.

JUPITER’S NINTH-HOUSE POTENTIAL: Thank your “lucky stars” for an inborn capability to get answers and guidance “out of the blue,” intuitively. Your higher levels of consciousness and intellect can aid you markedly in reaping great rewards materially and in enhancing your good-luck potential. Jupiter is especially well-placed in this sector since it is natural ruler of the ninth house. Institutions of higher learning, those in positions of authority (judges, professors, spiritual leaders, and gifted advisers) can help you toward realizing your greater fortunes in life. Don’t overlook the ability for utilizing your potentially-positive philosophy toward yourself and life in general. The word “distance” may be a key to your success. Your fortune is most likely to be at a distance from your place of birth (another city, state, or country), or it may deal directly or indirectly with long-distance travel and communications, or import and export. Gains through higher learning, college degrees, and published writings are strongly accented.

JUPITER’S TENTH-HOUSE POTENTIAL: You can bask in the sunshine of recognition through your natural ability to gain attention and receive the favorable notice and approval of others. You can often cash in on fame and your marketable reputation. You may be lucky in getting free publicity, so make it a point to circulate and frequent places or events where random favorable notice might come your way. You can be extremely fortunate in selecting the right career or professional area. Rapid promotion and advancement are your natural “birthright.” Seek work or career areas in which there is room at the top, for you are likely destined to be there – especially if you play your cards at all wisely. You can easily receive the nod from those in positions of power and importance, especially in the world of business and commerce. Because of your ability to gain notice and command mass appeal, the wide world of entertainment may offer you many opportunities for growth and luck.

JUPITER’S ELEVENTH-HOUSE POTENTIAL: Your best luck may come through your friendly nature, your friends, and your usual bright optimism and positive regard for yourself and others generally. Be wise in your selection of friends; choose those who can either pull you up or give you a needed shove from beneath. Hopes and wishes are important to you, but remember that they can be rather fleeting in nature. You will realize more of them when you intensify and refine them to the level of desire. Capitalize on your ability to make friends quickly, and your natural talent to cause those friends to maintain a consistently-high regard for you. With this placement of Jupiter, it is valid to state that generally you succeed or fail through your friends – either directly or indirectly. Don’t ever be reluctant to think big. If at any time you should feel that you personally lack a particular talent or ability, don’t forget that friend who does possess this ability. You can never afford to overlook the inherent good-luck potential available through your friends and your circle of acquaintances.

JUPITER’S TWELFTH-HOUSE POTENTIAL: Good fortune for you may lie in secret, out-of-the-way or hidden places. Much of your luck is manifested quietly and unobtrusively. Hidden resources and reserves may contain the ore of your greater fortune. Of all the house placements, this may seem the least promising; but this is apparent only. The reason it seems so is that good luck (Jupiter) may not announce itself as obviously or easily or loudly if concealed here. If you have this placement of Jupiter, your firm inner motivation and belief must be that you have to persist with faith and patience until you are able to comprehend your good fortune’s soft whispers. For you, there is “gold in them hills”; but you will have to prospect faithfully for it. Patience is necessary; but the lode is very rich, as you will in time discover if you persist. Another very valuable asset of this placement is that it enables you to be quite successful in keeping covered up just about anything concerning yourself which you do not wish others to know about – for whatever reason.

Via Elbert wade (houses)


Kim Kardashian challenged Trump’s Muslim ban with cold, hard facts

  • When Kim Kardashian West comes for you, there will be no survivors.
  • In response to President Donald Trump’s imposed 90-day travel ban for seven Muslim-majority countries and 120-day suspension of refugee admissions, the reality star took to Twitter to post a tea-sipping subtweet on Saturday night.
  • The tweet, a screenshot of statistics culled mostly from government websites, implies that the threat of death by radical Islamic jihad for an American is markedly lower than the threat of, say, getting struck by lightning — or of being shot by another American. Read more.

anonymous asked:

Do you know how the voices of the founding fathers sounded?

I cannot find anything on Benjamin Franklin’s voice. 

George Washington would probably have spoken an upper class English. Virginian’s speech at the time was a soft, slow, melodious drawl that came not from the nose but the throat. Virginians tended to add syllables where New Englanders subtracted them. Consonants were also softened and prolonged. Washington suffered from pleurisy (a viral infection with causes an inflammation in the lining of the lungs) as a child, and because of this he spoke high, weak, breathy voice- according to Stephen Yoch a Washington biographer. Contemporaries describe his voice as soft spoken. Listen to Ian Kahn’s voice when he acts George Washington in Turn AMC- very breathy.  George Washington never spoke publicly for more than ten minutes because his false teeth required him to keep his jaws clenched. He was a poor speaker and could become utterly inarticulate without a prepared text. Still, when he did speak, he was candid, direct, and looked people squarely in the eye.

New Englanders tended to subtract vowels and they had a harsh, rapid, rasping, metallic whine. I’d say Paul Giamatti got got John Adams’s accent pretty spot on in HBO John Adams. 

Thomas Jefferson’s accent was rooted in the colonial-era British accent, with a Scottish thrown in, spoken with the space between the nose and the hard palate. Thomas Jefferson’s mother was London born, and his tutor was Scottish; apparently Jefferson always spoke lip of Scottish while his French was heavy coated in a Scottish accent, because a Scotsman taught him the language. Jefferson was self-conscious about his voice and terrified of public speaking. His voice: contemporary accounts described as weak and high-pitched. He tended to mumble softly out of earshot of much of his audience when speaking before large crowds. 

James Madison was shy and reserved with strangers and never learned the politically useful art of small talk and had a shy, quiet and weak voice.

James Monroe at least partially overcame an early shyness but remained markedly low-key and reserved but never had a trouble with public speaking. His voice was more firm and though not fond of large social events, he was a good public speaker. From his paternal side he is Scottish- dip of Scottish in his Virginian accent. 

The Four Types of Rapists

Like murder, the act of rape often occurs within a certain pattern of behaviour, and these ‘psychological cues’ can assist investigators in determining the motivation behind the rape, the offenders post-crime behaviour, and the risk of the offender striking again.

The most common behaviours exhibited by sexual offenders have been split into four basic types. Many offenders can fall into more than one type, or may cycle through the types based on their level of maturity.

1. The Power Reassurance Rapist br> Power Reassurance offenders often feel inadequate or insecure around women in their daily lives, and commit sexual assault to prove their perceived machismo and dominance over women, who he typically sees as unattainable. Rarely physically harms their victims, and asserts authority by displaying weapons. Will often apologise to their victims or stay with them after the assault. This Type can often be scared off by screams or fighting back.

2. The Power Assertive Rapist p>

The Assertive offender has a very intense hatred for women (unlike the Power Reassurance offender, who feels too inadequate to approach women conventionally) and commits sexual assault to humiliate and degrade their victims. This Type has been called the ‘date rapist’ Type because they have a tendency to charm their victim before launching an attack. The Assertive offender often wants to leave the victim physically and emotionally traumatised, but attacks can sometimes escalate into homicide.

3. The Anger Retaliation Rapist p>

Anger Retaliation offenders often feel intense hatred/rage towards a certain woman in their life, and will displace that anger onto another woman in order to “hurt” the true object of his pain. This type tends to choose victims that superficially resemble hated women in his life (for example, if the offender hates his mother he may target victims who are of similar age and look to her). This Type is the most volatile of the four and the level of violence exhibited often escalates markedly between attacks, often to the point of homicide. While death isn’t necessarily the motivating factor in the assault, it can result from the sheer level of anger the offender can displace onto the victim.

4. The Sadistic Rapist p>

The Sadistic offender is the most organized of the four Types, and usually the one most likely to commit murder. These offenders receive intense gratification from torturing their victims sexually, and inflicting pain is the primary motivation behind the assault. Victims are often tied up but kept conscious, and the offender usually employs props or devices to use during the torture. Often the victim is kept alive for a prolonged period so the offender can continue to sexually torture them.

This is an excerpt from “Why Kids Kill: Inside the Minds of School Shooters.” It’s part of Peter Langman(Ph.D)’s case for Schizotypal Personality Disorder in Dylan. I think he makes a good case for it, but I neither agree nor disagree. Posting for info/speculative purposes. 

Dylan also misused language by utilizing actual words in improper ways. This occurred most frequently with the word “halcyon”, which is generally used as an adjective meaning “calm” or “peaceful.” Dylan repeatedly misused the word, employing it in odd sentence structures. “We have proven to fate that we are the everything of purity & halcyon” and “all the imaginative halcyons & pure existences I have with her.”

Dylan’s third misuse of language was his odd sentence structure. Two flagrant examples occurred with his misuse of the word “me”: “me is a god” and “why is it that the zombies achieve something me wants?” His use of “me” instead of “I” in these sentences is markedly odd. It makes him sound as if he has regressed to being a toddler.

Besides his misuse of language, Dylan demonstrated other signs of disordered thinking, such as paranoia. Dylan wrote, “I swear - like I’m an outcast and everyone is conspiring against me.” A few months later, he wrote, “I have always been hated, by everyone and everything.” Two months after that entry, he wrote, “all people I ever might have loved have abandoned me, my parents piss me off and hate me.” On that same day he wrote, “I get screwed and destroyed by everything.” These comments are contradicted not only by other people but also by Dylan himself. In an earlier entry in his journal, he listed his “nice family” among the good things in his life. But in his ruminations, he became lost in feeling abandoned by everyone, hated by everyone, as if the world were against him.

A few days after he got caught for breaking into the van, Dylan wrote, “society is tightening its grip on me.” Assuming that this referred to his arrest, he seemed to view it not as a natural consequence for breaking the law but as part of his ongoing persecution by society. On the same day, he wrote “the zombies and their society band together and try to destroy what is superior.” “Zombies” was Dylan’s term for all the people he locoked down on, which was virtually everyone besides Eric and himself. He seemed to think that society was out ot get him. 

Dylan also seemed convinced that God persecuted him. After complaining that he lost two objects (which he explained he later found) and losing $45, Dylan wrote: “Why the fuck is he being such an ASSHOLE??? (God, I guess, whoever is the being who controls shit). He’s fucking me over big time and it pisses me off.” Thus, Dylan attributed even trivial incidents to the malign intentions of some being who controlled his life. 


Dylan was also detached from humanity in the sense of being split off from his own humanity. He wrote about himself as if a fundamental split had occurred between his human nature and his identity. This splitting of the self is one of the more bizzare aspects of his journal: “I wonder how/when I got so fucked up with my mind, existence, problem - when Dylan Bennet Klebold got covered up by this entity containing Dylan’s body.”

Here he wrote about himself in the third person, which suggests a detached perspective. In addition, the quote indicates a split between himself (Dylan Bennet Klebold) and some other entity that contains Dylan’s body. This strange, convoluted passage suggests that in his mind, he was not really himself - whatever that might mean. Later in that entry, he wrote, “I lack the true human nature that Dylan owned.” He is writing as if he is not Dylan - as if he had an existence apart from Dylan. This sense of a split self - a self “cast asunder” from its own humanity - is an ongoing theme for him.  

anonymous asked:

do you have a klance fic rec?

I did a fic rec a while back over here! but here’s some more fics :oc

I know younger fans follow me so everything in this list like the last one is gonna have no sm/.ut or too much expl/.icit content

THIS IS…… A LOT AND I’M FORGETTING A TON OF FICS I’M CURRENTLY READING because I just read them when they update I don’t have them in bookmarks on my phone but I really should…. I think these are enough for now though, I actually left a bunch of fics out of this one because it was getting too long

if you guys want I could probably make a page of fic recs? let me know :oc

and of course there’s klance-net’s fic library (I help out with it sometimes c:)

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What would you say was the moment Bellamy and Clarke knew they loved each other? Bob said for Bellamy it was in 3x05

I can pinpoint the moment for Bellamy in 3.05 when he knelt down in front of her and took her hand and he realized he didn’t just “love” Clarke like a partner or friend or platonically, but he was in love with her. Because when he looks up at her, he looks absolutely stunned and terrified, almost panicked. And that is when he reverted to his desire to protect and confine his loved ones in order to keep them safe from danger. 

Clarke is harder to pinpoint I think, because I think it was a process in season 2 that started with her saying she couldn’t loose him too, then identifying that love was a weakness and that meant Bellamy. Then panicking when she realized she risked his life sending him into the mountain and then not knowing what happened to him and hearing his voice the first time and feeling the clouds part and hope returning, and her subsequent obsession with keeping him safe. And then the fact that L kept using him as a prod to get her to do what she wanted which only reinforced her need to take care of her people and her trust and faith in Bellamy himself. Her certainty that he was the key to everything. And then again, L was the one who forced the issue of romance when she kissed her, making Clarke face the fact that she wasn’t ready for romance… most markedly “with anyone.”  Who else could she have been thinking of? Were there any other suitors waiting in line? There was Lxa and there was….oh look it’s Bellamy’s signal. “He did it!”

Okay. So here’s when I think Clarke KNEW she was in love with Bellamy. She actually fell in love with him while he was in the mountain. Absence makes the heart grow fonder and such. But she had to confront that knowledge when she met him again under the mountain after L abandoned them.  When she saw him, finally, and everyone was hugging CLARKE GRIFFIN DID NOT HUG BELLAMY. She didn’t throw herself into his arms like she did the last time, because she realized her feelings this time. Like Bellamy’s instinct was to protect and confine, Clarke’s instinct is to hide and run away. She wasn’t ready for her feelings for Bellamy. It was too much, so they stood awkwardly separate while everyone else hugged and talked about strategy. Strategy? Really Clarke? All that time obsessed with keeping him alive and how she, according to Lxa, cares for and worries about him more than the others, and she doesn’t even hug him? When has she not hugged someone she was worried about? 

No hug? Feelings have changed. They are no longer platonic and she is ABSOLUTELY not ready for that change. Then she saves everyone, has a breakdown and runs away from ever having to face those feelings. Like I’ve been saying, I think Clarke has been in love with Bellamy for a lot longer than Bellamy has been in love with her. Or at least she’s been aware of it. I think Bellamy got a crush on her pretty early but wouldn’t let himself go there. 

Escape:  the residency years

Jamie sat with the book open on the round table, colourful post-it notes sticking out at every angle.  He took a huge bite of his sandwich, and talked around the mouthful to his sister, Jenny.

“So that’s normal, then?  The back pain?”

Jenny wiped her mouth before answering.  “The baby is growing.  Her centre of gravity is shifting.  She’s also under stress, what with her hours and such, but yes, back pain is perfectly normal.”  She smiled at her brother as he delved back into her copy of What to Expect When You’re Expecting.  Such a numpty. “Ye worry too much, brother.”

He grunted, and flipped the page.

“And the spotting?  ‘Tis still normal?”

Jenny stilled.  Spotting?  At five and half months?  She took a sip of her water trying to moisten her suddenly dry throat, and kept her voice as neutral as possible.  “Well, how often is it?”

“No’ verra often at all,” Jamie said, “It’s only I noticed it when I did the laundry at the weekend, ken.”

Jenny breathed again.  “Aye, well for some women it’s the way their pregnancies go.  As long as Claire tells her doctor.  She’s on her feet too damn much at the hospital.”   

Jamie made a Scottish noise deep in his throat.  

Jenny went silent.  Her sister-in-law was deep into her residency, and doing well.  Still, she hadn’t been to Lallybroch for a Sunday supper in three weeks. Jenny missed her company, but more than that she just wanted to give Claire a day of rest.  Jamie had come alone, and seemed fine with it so Jenny was trying hard not to judge.  His noise reminded her to keep her opinions to herself.  He would be nothing but supportive, which was how these lunches began.  Seeking advice, he’d taken to bringing lunch to his sister’s office, and asking her question after question.  At first Jenny found it annoying, so she dug up her old dog-eared copy of her pregnancy ‘bible’ with its notes in the margins, and handed it to him.  When he came back the next week with take away fish and chips, and the post-it note pages she decided to embrace what would become a ritual.  

Jamie closed the book, and began to clean up their mess.  He threw away their trash, grabbed the book, and kissed his sister on the top of her head.  “Thank ye, Janet.  Love you.”  He headed back to his office.

Jenny called after his retreating form, “Love you, too.”  And keep an eye on that wife of yours, brother. 

Claire’s bump grew, slowly at first.  A barely discernible curve to her belly. Around the fourth month Jamie was amazed at her suddenly changing silhouette.  And now, towards the end of her fifth month, he loved to rest his hands on the side of her belly and feel the wean squirm and shift in her womb. It’s how he ended every day, and if he was honest, it was the best part of his day.  

Most days Claire got home from the hospital tired.  Jamie would send her to the shower while he finished getting dinner ready, but tonight she came in full of energy.   

Jamie met her at the door to help her off with her coat.  Claire kissed her husband hello, and launched right into her news.  “I wanted to tell you about an opportunity I was given today,” Claire said, dropping her backpack by the door, and shrugging out of her coat. 

“Oh?  What is it, Sassenach?” he said, turning towards the closet. 

“I’ve been offered a chance to study in France for a couple of weeks.  It’s at Hôpital des Anges, in Paris.  I can do a two week rotation with two of the most renowned doctors there, Dr. Foray, and Dr. Raymond.  They are amazing.  Dr. Foray is Head of Diagnostic Medicine, and Dr. Raymond has an holistic approach to medicine that I find fascinating.”

Jamie smiled.  “Weel, it’s flattering, to be sure.  What did they say when ye turned them down?”

Claire watched Jamie hang up her coat.  “I didn’t,” she said, carefully.  “I didn’t turn them down, Jamie.”

Jamie turned slowly to look at his wife.  He took two deep breaths.  

Then two more.  

She couldn’t be serious.  There were dark circles under her eyes.  The stress and strain of her residency was written all over her face. 

Hands jammed in his pockets, Jamie cleared his throat, and said as calmly as possible, “Claire.  Ye’re almost six months along.  I appreciate how wonderful this chance is, but I think it’s prudent to think of yerself and the bairn first.  And while I ken ye are working here, and the hours are tough, ye still come home to me.  I can help take care of ye.  They’ll be no such thing in Paris.”

“You won’t come?”  Once it was out of her mouth, Claire realized how silly that sounded.  But it was too late to take it back.

“Have I no’ a job of my own?  I’m CEO of a company, Claire.  It doesna run itself.”  He would not point out how selfish she sounded.  He would stay calm if it killed him, dammit.

Claire shifted from foot to foot.  She decided to step back from this conversation for now.  “Dinner smells wonderful.  Do I have time for a shower?”

“Aye,” Jamie said.  He turned for the kitchen, wishing to put distance between them for a bit.

Dinner was mostly a silent affair.  They kept the conversation easy, light, and neutral.  Jamie’s usual appetite was markedly different, while Claire just pushed her food around her plate.  She managed a few bites, but only when Jamie broke through her reverie saying, “Claire.  Please eat.  For the bairn.”
After cleaning up the kitchen, Claire announced she was heading to bed. 

Jamie watched her climb the stairs, fatigue in her steps, and disappointment in the curve of her shoulders.  Emotions warred inside his head.

Claire’s emotions were equally at war.  She brushed her teeth, her mind in turmoil.  She wanted to go to France, dammit!  Two weeks was not a long time. Being a resident was so competitive, and she could use this opportunity to give herself a leg up.  She left the bathroom night light on for Jamie, and climbed under the duvet.  Turning off her lamp, she rolled over on to her side, and stared out their bedroom window.  As tired as she was, sleep alluded her.  Her thoughts twisted, turned and swirled around her head like the child inside her womb.  She laid a hand on her belly hoping to calm the baby.  Instead, the difficulty of the situation kicked her heart as surely as the baby kicked her side. She felt at a loss.  How could Jamie possibly understand?  Fraser Distillery was his legacy.  It was his, served up on a platter.  Even if he hadn’t wanted to join the family business, he still had all that love to support him; a safety net, so to speak.  She, on the other hand, had to create her own opportunities.  She had no name, no family, no history.  She was plain Claire Beauchamp, and nothing more.  

Claire rolled to her back, and looked over at the framed photos on his dresser. In the semi-darkness she could still make them out.  Jamie with his father, and Jenny.  A younger version of herself with Uncle Lamb.  While he’d grown up with Lallybroch, she’d had a tent in some far-away country.  They were both destined for greater things, but it was the achieving of these things that was different.  Hers was an uphill climb, alone, with only her inner drive to support her.  His came with a father who taught him the ropes, and family to help him succeed.  Claire knew she could never say this to Jamie, though.  It would hurt him.  He worked hard, never used his family name for his own gain, and she respected him for that.  He was an honourable man, and would be offended by her thinking.  He never asked for his privileged life, and didn’t rely on it.  But that didn’t negate the fact that it was still there. 

She heard the dishwasher start.  Heard Jamie check the door as he locked up. She heard him climb the stairs.  She expected to see him enter the bedroom, but instead her ears caught the familiar sound of the window opening.  He was heading out to the fire escape.  It’s where he went when he was feeling too much.  Whether troubled, grateful, overwhelmed, or overjoyed, Jamie sought solace on that iron platform. 

“Babies are supposed to bring people together, not separate them,” she whispered to the empty pillow beside her.  

He stayed out there a long time.  Just when she thought she should go to him, Claire heard the window close again. 

She stayed quiet as he stepped into the bathroom to brush his teeth. He turned off the light, plunging the room into darkness.  She listened as he shucked his clothes and slid under the cover.   His body brought a chill to the sheets.  

This was their time.  This was the part of the day when Jamie would place his large hand, warm and dry on her belly, and softly stroke her skin.  He would grin at the baby’s movements, and say silly things to their child.  Sometimes he’d speak in Gaelic, and refuse to translate for her.  He would lock eyes with her, and whole conversations would pass silently between them.

He didn’t touch her.

She rolled towards him, willing to make the first move.  “Jamie,” she whispered. She slid her hand along the bed until she found his hand, clenched and cold, and placed it on her bump.  

She heard his breath hitch.  She swallowed, hard.  “I understand what you’re saying, Jamie.  I do.  But I really want to go.  It’s not the same as what I do here.  I’ll be shadowing them, watching and learning, that’s all.  Just during the day.  It might actually be more restful.  It’s such an important opportunity.”

He was tempted to pull his hand back, but a little nudge from his child made him pause.  He closed his eyes, and tried to control the tension he was feeling. It took them five years to conceive this child.  One missed opportunity already on a long ago Valentine’s Day.  

The only thing he’d ever wanted more than this child was Claire.  

He took a minute to gather his turbulent thoughts, his hand absentmindedly rubbing circles on her bump.  “I understand, too, Claire.  I do.  But I’ll no’ pretend I’m not worrit.  I promised ye honesty, so here it is.  Ye get caught up. Ye ken ye do.  Ye do things sometimes without thinking them through.  I’m afraid ye’ll forget yerself, and overdo.”

“Jamie, don’t worry –“ she started to say.

“No, Claire.  Must I bear everyone’s weakness?  Can I no’ have my own?  I do not want ye to go to Paris.”  He voiced his innermost fear, the fear that came to him on the fire escape.  “Bad things tend to happen when we’re apart.”

“Horrocks,” she whispered.

“Aye,” he breathed back.

Claire stayed silent.  Her mind twisted and turned remembering the past. Impulsively, she spoke, “Could you meet me?  Take a Friday off?  Come for a long weekend?”  

A Dhia, she was stubborn.  He didn’t want to argue anymore, so he placated her. “I’ll give it some thought.”

It was a start, she thought.   She scooted closer to her husband.  “I love you, Jamie.”  She laid a hand on his jaw, kissing him softly.

“I love you, too, mo neighean donn,” he said, gruffly, returning her kiss.  “Now, ye sleep a bit.  Yer worn out.”  He tucked her head against his neck, and stared out the window as darkness surrounded Edinburgh.  He shifted the duvet higher around her shoulders, cocooning them both, just as the bairn was safely nestled inside his wife.  He would stay like this for the next three months, if he could, protecting them with his body.

Two weeks.  Not a long time.  

Yet, there was one thing Jamie Fraser knew, and knew well.  Trouble didn’t have a timeline.  Sorrow could come on a sunny day.  One moment you could show up to work, laughing with your best mate, the next scarred for life with no father, your friend an amputee.  

Two weeks.  A lifetime.      


Brian Epstein watches the Beatles perform ‘She Loves You’ in Washington, February 11, 1964. Footage from the Maysles’ brothers doco ‘The Beatles: The First US Visit

‘In the concert sequence in Washington, D.C., Epstein is in the audience watching the Beatles perform. Still wearing this scarf tucked into a dress jacket, he is alone and smiles as he watches the group, some of the young audience members occasionally turning around to look at him. He stands out markedly here, in his dress and physical demeanour, a spectator to the pop-music phenomenon he has been central in creating, never permitted by the film to share the frame with them.’ - Albert Maysles by Joe McElhaney

The Homicidal Triad

The ‘homicidal triad’ (or Macdonald Triad) is a series of three behaviours that - when present in an individual from a young age - are indicative of a potentially violent and/or disturbed individual.

According to a paper titled 'The Threat To Kill’, a person who exhibits two or more of these behaviors before the age of eighteen is at a greater risk of becoming a violent adult:

1. Firestarting (Pyromania)

Lighting fires (especially of the nuisance variety) as a child can be an early indication of misplaced aggression and destructive tendencies. Fire can be sexually arousing to people with emotional disturbances, and many serial killers develop a fixation on fire as they grow older. Fire can be symbolic of the chaos the child wants to inflict on others, and “playing” with fire regularly is a sign a child may not have developed risk-assessment skills (a common trait amongst psychopaths)

2. Cruelty to animals

Occasionally seen in children as young as eighteen months old, cruelty to animals is markedly different from the normal rough-and-tumble play children engage in with their pets. Though many kids harm animals accidentally, some gain intense pleasure from torturing small animals and killing other people’s beloved companions. Children with disturbances will often “play” with dead animals, purposefully hurt them, trap and maim them, and ultimately kill them when they become bored. A very common behaviour amongst budding violent offenders, animal cruelty can be seen as an early attempt to exert control and derive sadistic pleasure from pain and distress.

1. Enuresis (Bedwetting)

Bedwetting is normal behavior for young children, but if it persists into adolescence and adulthood (despite no medical cause) it can be an indication of emotional disturbances. Children who come from violent or abusive homes often have trouble controlling their bladder functions, and can “recede” into childlike behaviours that are far beyond their developmental year. Studies have shown that many violent offenders have delayed emotional development, and as a result display childlike behavior. Bedwetting as an older child can also be intensely embarrassing, and if an already vulnerable child is ridiculed or mocked for bedwetting, they can develop anger issues.

The 'homicidal triad’ is intended as a mere predictor of antisocial behavior, not a diagnostic tool. Having more than one trait does NOT mean you are aggressive or violent, nor does it mean you will become a killer. They simply represent common behaviours amongst known violent offenders, so as to spot potentially at-risk children.

anonymous asked:

what are some embarrassing pickup lines mulder would use on scully on valentines day that would totally work

  • he’s used “you’ve abducted my heart” at some point every valentines day since 1993 even though it got markedly less adorable after he was literally abducted
  • “are you made of copper and thallium because you’re cu-te” and she said “you mean tellurium, mulder. thallium is ti not te” but she smiled anyways 
  • he texts her honest to god valentine’s day memes for the whole week leading up to valentine’s day. she has blocked his number 3 times
  • “if you were a triangle all your angles would be less than 90 degrees” “so an acute triangle” “get it scully….acute” 
  • scully once tried to fire back with her own science-inspired valentine’s day pick-up line and it was so complicated that he didn’t even understand what she meant and she had to take 15 minutes to explain it to him
  • “you must be the square root of x because i feel irrational around you” (she told him he was irrational all the time) 
  • “if you were a library book i’d check you out” he actually heard a teenager use this while they were doing research in the back of a library and he repeated it really quietly to scully and she told him his library card had been expired since last june 
  • not even pick up lines but he uses valentine’s day as an excuse to get disgustingly sentimental and he starts every sentence with “scully, love of my life, keeper of my heart, most beautiful woman in the world,” and ends with something mundane like “do you want me to make coffee”
  • (she always does she loves coffee) 
  • anyways!!! i need to stop talking about this now but i love mulder + valentine’s day 
an analytic approach to proving the nikiforov theorem

so a little while back i was briefly contemplating the mathematicians au of yuri on ice (why), and today it came back with a vengeance and hit me in the face. believe me, i deeply regret all the life choices that have led me to this place.

  • victor nikiforov is a rising star in russian mathematics, particularly known for his off-beat approach to familiar problems and a certain elegance that’s unmistakable. at sixteen he gets invited to a young mathematicians conference in sofia, where he gives a talk about certain properties of the elliptic curve.
  • some weeks later, yuuko, who’s been sharing little puzzles and problems with yuuri for as long as he can remember, finds him with a handful of papers printed from arxiv and says, “look.”
  • it’s the first time yuuri looks at a chain of logic, ruthlessly solid from beginning to end, and feels that certainty all the way through.
  • yuuri presses his fingers to the “victor nikiforov” printed primly under the title and thinks, i want to solve a problem with him. one day.

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Time Travel Masterlist ( 1 )

time out of mind by aknightley (2/2 | 27,849 | Teen And Up)

Keith and Lance wake up married. In the future.

He lays there a moment, processing the faint throbbing in his head, a strange bitter taste like lemons in his mouth. When he opens his eyes, the room spins wildly into a kaleidoscope of colors, so he closes them again, breathing in and out until he feels less like he might throw up. He suddenly registers a warm weight over his waist, and lifts his head to see a brown arm thrown over him. It looks startlingly familiar, but different, bigger than he remembers, more toned.

Keith turns all the way around and comes face to face with Lance sleepily blinking his own eyes open.


Your Love Has Shown Me Proof by freshia (2/2 | 22,483 | Teen And Up)

“This situation is a bit more complicated than we initially realized.”

Lance raises an eyebrow, but Pidge is the one to question that. “Define complicated.”

Allura takes no more time beating around the bush, “Well, I received a transmission. Keith and Lance–from the future, that is–would like to have their daughter back.“

Ghost of the Future by wittyy_name, Zizzani (3/? | 28,478 | General)

When Lance is thrown through time, his future self from one year ahead is transported to the past in his place.

This Lance is faster, stronger, and markedly more mature. Not only that, but he’s distinctly more intuitive about his teammates and A LOT more touchy with Keith.

The team must try and work out how to reverse the two Lance’s places and restore them to their original timelines. Things only get more complicated when the Future Lance can’t seem to remember where he was when the switch happened, and he refuses to reveal anything about his own time for fear of influencing the team’s decisions.


Shadow of the Past by wittyy_name, Zizzani (3/? | 29,879 | General)

PAIR FIC TO “Ghost of the Future”

Let’s Do This (Again) by DairyFarmer (13/? | 65,752 | Teen And Up)

Years after settling down and saving the universe Lance somehow ends up back in his younger body-the one before he became a paladin. Now he has to redo everything all over again. But maybe this is a chance to fix the mistakes he made along the way especially some pertaining to a certain mullet haired lover of his.

(shallura, hunk/shay)

And We’re Back Here Again by goodnessake (20/? | 62,161 | Mature)

After falling through the wormhole the paladins find themselves in a time loop.

aka Team Voltron dick around in alternate universes.

//character death

(lance/shiro, hunk/lance, hunk/shay, shiro/pidge)

Today, anew by MemeKonVLD (6/6 | 5,910 | Mature)


Lance’s eyebrows furrow in concern for a second before his whole face goes gentle and open.

“Hey buddy, everything okay?”

Keith nods. Then shakes his head, then opens his mouth to let out a noisy sob before he’s hugging the air out of Lance, grip vise tight.

Lance hugs him back. That’s one of the great things about him— he doesn’t— he doesn’t need explanations for things like this. He doesn’t make Keith jump through hoops, the way other people might— he’s just— he just knows what Keith needs in times like this. No façades, no posturing.

//blood //injury //violence

Down the Rabbit Hole by TheQueen (24/? | 41,577 | Teen And Up)

It starts when he wakes up. Breathing hard and scrambling against the soft bedding and heavy comforter until he falls flat against the wood floor hard enough to take his breath away.

Time travel might not be the worst thing Lance has ever dealt with. But it sure does feel like it.

tethering by fairyuphoria (4/? | 22,576 | General)

Okay, so, maybe pressing weird Altean buttons on the side of your head gear wasn’t the best idea, but Lance sure as hell didn’t expect this to happen.

Lance ends up throwing himself and his fellow paladins of Voltron into a Altean tradition for "starmates”, essentially sending them on a tour of Lance’s parallel lives throughout the universe. Lance learns a lot about not only his own feelings but that he should be more grateful sometimes, because holy shit some of his lives sure are shitty.

//violence //major character death

Human Shield - A SuperCorp fic

I don’t always have time to make complete comics. I work. A LOT. But this was a really interesting idea I wanted to explore. And @luthoring​ encouraged me, sooooo… here you go.

Beyond the cut is the result, expanding on this comic. Written entirely from Lena’s perspective.

Fair warning: there is violence, injury, and angst. 

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