Hey boys. I'm feeling down bc of my body. I'm fat and ugly and my mother likes to remind me of that all the time. Do you have problems with your bodies and self esteem as well? How do you handle those? Thank you.
Saeyoung: !!! No, no! Shush! Don’t say those things about yourself!
Saeran: Screw your mom. You’re fine just the way you are.
Saeyoung: Yeah, that’s right! You’re beautiful on the inside and out…people come in so many different shapes and sizes, and that’s what makes you unique! So don’t pay any attention to what others think!
Saeran: I used to have a lot of self-esteem issues, especially when I was younger…trust me, I know what it’s like to live with someone who can’t appreciate you for who you are.
Saeyoung: You can’t let those bad thoughts get you down…you have to keep moving forward! That’s how Saeran and I got through all of our problems together, right? So don’t give up!
Its been three days since Carter’s death and Sara was going stir crazy. They were still in hiding, Kendra was still recovering, and she was stuck on the ship with no way to ease the blood-lust in her gut. The pit had scrambled her all up and spit her back out. She was a ticking time bomb, and she knew she was going to snap if they didn’t get a mission soon.
She’d done her morning workout, had stretched, and even meditated. Nothing was helping her, and she felt pinpricks of irritation just beneath her skin. After sharpening her blades she tossed the rag she’d been using to wipe the steel down with and it landed on a small, black box made of a heavy stone. Sara bit her lip in contemplation before shrugging a bare shoulder and grabbing the said box.
“Fuck it,” she said out loud before opening the little black box filled with her loot from the last mission. Her blue eyes crinkled impishly as she quickly closed the box then headed toward a different room. She walked silently down the hall in her workout gear of yoga pants and a simple black tank top that made her think of her Black Canary days. She raised her hand and rapped her knuckles twice against the door. There was some shuffling and the door opened, Leonard Snart standing on the other side in black denim and a black turtleneck. “Lenny.”
“Sara,” he tilted his head to the side in a calculating way, leaning a shoulder against the doorway. “To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?”
“I come baring gifts,” she said, lifting the box up.
“Gifts?” Mick was there in a flash, peaking over Leonard’s shoulder. He was shirtless but had a towel around his shoulders and a pair of cargos hanging low on his hips. “Goody… What is it? A body part?”
Sara frowned. “…no.”
Mick pouted, disappointed, but Sara lifted the lid up anyway. Both men had their eyes widening as they leaned closer to see inside. Mick inhaled deeply while Leonard smirked.
“Sara… You shouldn’t have.”
Leonard moved out of the way and Sara walked in, the door closing behind her. Mick rubbed his hands together, suddenly giddy as they situated themselves comfortably on the floor. Sara started, lighting the blunt and inhaling deep. Her lungs burned, and she thrived on it, and held the smoke in until her eyes watered, then slowly exhaled before passing to Mick.
“I love the seventies,” sighed Mick on his exhale, passing it to Leonard who just brought his hand up and shook his head in the negative. “No?”
“Maybe in a bit. Enjoy yourself.”
“Your loss,” said Sara, snagging the blunt.
For a while it was just Mick and Sara passing. Sara felt her head start to get lighter, and her eyes a lot drier. Rubbing her closed lids she cleared her throat while relaxing further into the pillow she’d snagged from a bed. Her legs were sprawled out and her arms folded behind her head as Leonard finally took his first hit. Soon the blunt was gone and Sara was left staring up at a point on the ceiling while the world spun slowly around her.
“Want a beer?” asked Mick.
“You’re one hell of a woman, Lance,” said Mick, a tone of respect interwoven in his words.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she answered and they shared a genuine smile.
“You two are killing me here with the sentimentality. Start acting like villains,” scolded Snart.
“We’re getting high on drugs I stole on a ship where such behavior would probably have us kicked off the team… How much more bad can we get?” asked Sara, crossing her legs at her ankles.
“Trust me,” said Leonard, eyes slowly moving down then back up her body. “There’s plenty more.”
“Oh! Now we’re talking,” growled Mick.
“You’re not invited!” snapped Snart, making Sara laugh for the first time in… A very long time. Sara never would have guessed it, but it took getting high with two world-renowned bad guys to feel normal after being ressurected from the pit. In this moment, there was no where she’d rather be, than with Leonard Snart and Mick Rory, getting high and drinking beers on a space ship.
So today i found Lynn Woods today and climbed to the top of thetower. I rang a bell on the top and, i assume i summoned 2 deathclaws there.One regular and alpha and they started moving down raiders while i stayed up and safe
I apparently accidentally left Hancock down there with them all
He tried to take down the alpha deathclaw with a knife
Mor, on her knees beside Cassian, hurtled for the king with a cry of pure wrath. He sent a punch of power to her. She dodged, a knife angled in her hand, and- Azriel cried out in pain. She froze. Stopped a foot from the throne. Her knife clattered to the floor. The king rose. “What a mighty queen you are.” he breathed. And Mor backed away. Step by step. “What a prize.” the king said, that black gaze devouring her. Azriel’s head lifted from where he was sprawled in his own blood, eyes full of rage and pain as he snarled at the king, “Don’t you touch her.” Mor looked at Azriel- and there was real fear there. Fear - and something else. She didn’t stop moving until she again kneeled behind him and pressed a hand to his wound. Azriel hissed - but covered her bloody fingers with his own.
I need to lie down for an hour before I can recover from this. They love each other so much.
- Belle wins back the rights to her child through a game of pool wager with Hades, putting the skills she acquired as Lacey to use.
- Emma is put in the awkward situation of being hit on by a clueless Uncle James.
- Granny puts out a rap album and lets success go to her head.
- The horse that Regina saved turns out to be evil, as revealed in a dramatic flashback. Meanwhile, in the present, the Horse attempts to blackmail Rumple into turning everyone in the Underworld into a horse.
- Henry discovers that Violet is secretly the love child of his Great-Uncle James.
- Storybrooke is thrown into chaos, as the dwarf’s long absent mother, Chicken Little (portrayed on screen as a giant, badly animated, cgi chicken) comes to claim her children.
- Taking a page out of the Parent Trap movie, Charming joins forces with his brother James to fix the latest Rumbelle marital spat.
- The Gang returns to Storybrooke only to discover that Hook’s reanimated corpse is at large. It’s a race against time to return Killian’s soul back into his body before the annual Storybrooke Lasagna Bake-Off.
- After an accident involving fairy wands, Neal has suddenly become a precocious 6 year old.
- Mr Gold’s house now suspiciously looks like 3 pieces of furniture placed in front of a green-screen backdrop.
- Henry discovers that Violet’s mother was secretly yet another child that Cora had given birth to and abandoned.
- Dr Whale must call upon his old pal, Van Helsing, after Vampire-Merlin emerges, seeking revenge.
- Due to a unfortunate hook-crotch accident, a random trip the the hospital reveals that Killian actually DOES have an allergy to alcohol. Emma manages to stop him before he can throw himself down the town’s well.
- Sleeping Beauty learns that Maleficent & Lilly have moved in next door.
- Henry discovers that Violet’s previously unknown-unseen brother is actually Hook’s love child.
- Everyone rushes to New York after it’s revealed that tree-Dopey was cut down and transported into the city. The plotline is dropped the next episode after all decide that they’d rather go shopping than look for a tree.
We change bandages, handcuff Peeta back to his support, and settle down to sleep. A few hours later, I slip into consciousness and become aware of a quiet conversation. Peeta and Gale. I can’t stop myself from eavesdropping.
“Thanks for the water,” Peeta says.
“No problem,” Gale replies. “I wake up ten times a night anyway.”
“To make sure Katniss is still here?” asks Peeta.
“Something like that,” Gale admits.
There’s a long pause before Peeta speaks again. “That was funny, what Tigris said. About no one knowing what to do with her.”
“Well, we never have,” Gale says.
They both laugh. It’s so strange to hear them talking like this. Almost like friends. Which they’re not. Never have been. Although they’re not exactly enemies.
“She loves you, you know,” says Peeta. “She as good as told me after they whipped you.”
“Don’t believe it,” Gale answers. “The way she kissed you in the Quarter Quell … well, she never kissed me like that.”
“It was just part of the show,” Peeta tells him, although there’s an edge of doubt in his voice.
“No, you won her over. Gave up everything for her. Maybe that’s the only way to convince her you love her.” There’s a long pause. “I should have volunteered to take your place in the first Games. Protected her then.”
“You couldn’t,” says Peeta. “She’d never have forgiven you. You had to take care of her family. They matter more to her than her life.”
“Well, it won’t be an issue much longer. I think it’s unlikely all three of us will be alive at the end of the war. And if we are, I guess it’s Katniss’s problem. Who to choose.” Gale yawns. “We should get some sleep.”
“Yeah,” I hear Peeta’s handcuffs slide down the support as he settles in. “I wonder how she’ll make up her mind.”
“Oh, that I do know.” I can just catch Gale’s last words through the layer of fur. “Katniss will pick whoever she thinks she can’t survive without.”
Hey #CloneClub, IT’S PREMIERE DAY. *Lights 50 sparklers, jumps from a moving car, tumbles down a hill, crashes through the front window of a house and lands safely on the couch in front of the TV*
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Cool divergences: Misa’s character so far, Ryuk’s movements, Light’s social circle entirely consisting of Misa fans, L’s nipples making yet another return (re: preview for next ep)
Matsuda is saving this series, one endearing salute at a time.
At this point, Light couldn’t outwit his way outta paper bag. On the bright side, it’s been nice seeing his thought processes move sluggishly, see how he has to graph and write down his plans, watch him physically cobble the diary trap together.
9.8 meters per second squared (RvB Fic, Spoilers for 13x11)
9.8 m/s^2, the acceleration of a falling body due to Earth’s gravity.
Carolina never liked the time distortion unit. Of course she trained on it, became perfectly proficient. But she never got used to the slowing of everything, in theory giving her time to think, but feeling more like stasis. It let her get too much into her own head to do what needed to be done.
She’s accelerating. The pull of Earth-norm gravity won’t let her reach terminal velocity just yet, but she feels like she’s floating. Every speck of ice falling at her side is thrown into glinting relief. Adrenaline is slowing the world, but she’s used to the mid-air contraction of time.
Her HUD is still active. Armor integrity solid, but all higher functionality is lost. Epsilon is out of the equation, and she quickly shoves all but the immediate implications of that to the side. She could radio in, call for evac before she even hits the ground. She won’t. That asshole with flamethrowers is still coming for her team, and for all she knows Felix got to Doyle already. They don’t need one more thing to distract them from the mission, and she’s made enough shitty choices today. But she does set a beacon. When they realize she’s missing, they’ll have her last known coordinates, and won’t waste time on a search.
If the fall doesn’t kill her, Carolina realizes, Vanessa might. That’s not right though – what’s the saying? It’s not the fall that kills you. She knows it in her gut, in her stress-fractured bones; as long as she’s moving, she’s okay.
She breathes. Alone again, out in the air. She knows this, too. The rushing around her helmet almost drowning out the alarms. Her arms and legs stretched wide for the drag. Sometimes Niner was rushing below to catch her, cursing a blue streak straight into the comm. More often not. It’s the commitment that’s familiar, whatever leads to Carolina ending up over the edge. The inexorable movement, the air moving thick and empty around her. She relaxes her muscles, never looks down.