nor money

the signs as i know them
  • aries: has a great sense of humour. soft voice. strong willed and stubborn. kind. fair. stunning appearance. doesn't talk much about feelings. adventurous. neither angry nor up to a fight 24/7. dreams of starting a family. gets along with people. never insults or hurts others on purpose. is actually quite sensitive.
  • taurus: master of organization. sometimes a little confused. is stubborn and rarely changes their opinion but always listens to what other people have to say. quiet when lost in thoughts. financial genius. generous. sometimes a little mean. will never let you down. great friend / husband / dad. is actually a great cook but doesn't eat 24/7. does sports and loves nature. is a "wow look at the moon"-person.
  • gemini: clever. hates boredom. always has a plan b/c/d. cares for their education. talks a lot. sometimes lost in thoughts. tends to overthink. always have a great story to tell. never underestimates others. believes in their friends. always know the answer. is not annoying 24/7. know when to shut up. bright smile. active. loves adventure. never shouting when angry. doesn't let others feel their anger. nature-lover.
  • cancer: very caring. will ask you how your day has been. invites you to their house to make popcorn and watch your favourite movie/series. very funny. good sense of fashion. is the friend who will take you home when you're drunk. makes sure you're ok. is fascinated by science. lovely eyes. adorable. never loud but always present. emotional but not a cry-baby.
  • leo: proud and loud. not easily insulted but when they are they roar. knows so many cultures. is interested in new things. can be very soft but won't show it unless they trust you. bright smile. always polite. will be there for you when you need them. unique sense of fashion. hard workers. chatty. always know how to handle a difficult situation. reliable. trustworthy.
  • virgo: feel much more than they would admit. don't have many friends but would do anything for the friends they have. careful. neither waste money nor time. a little stingy. the friend that feels what you feel. can read your mind sometimes. loves to surprise people. to be avoided when angry. calm down easily. loves to make others smile. sometimes too caring. loyal.
  • libra: sometimes a little weird. hardworking. sometimes they believe in themselves, sometimes they give up on themselves. aesthetic-lovers. usually very well dressed. polite. interested in art, history and literature. doubt their skills a lot. sometimes a little absent. instead of shouting they don't talk. loves conversations with new people.
  • scorpio: NOT EVIL AT ALL!! very emotional but never reckless. you can call them at 3am and they will be there for you. sometimes they don't know what to do with all their feelings but they will never let you suffer because of that. the best friends. adorable. stunning look. hard voices, hard souls, soft heart. are interested and show their interest in you and your feelings. will apologize immediately when they see they treated you wrong and they are truly sorry. mysterious. when they trust you they tell you everything. a little revengeful but would never harm others.
  • sagittarius: hilarious. clever. tell great jokes. are interested and caring. fight issues. don't show their emotions. won't be angry for long. colourful people with colourful minds. somehow they always know what's going on. love to work out. learn languages quite fast. honest.
  • capricorn: serious people. sometimes very stubborn. well educated. strong. smart. working to achieve their goals. never ever ever give up. never show defeat. don't cry very often. love the sun. good at making friends. do not forgive easily. forgive but don't forget. will remember almost everything they did / heard / said in their lives. loyal. know what they're worth.
  • aquarius: entertaining. bright personality. you can always spot their voice. has a very emotional part they won't show anyone. can make a bad situation good. great friends. sometimes a little bossy. tend to put on a show. won't mess around. chatty and makes new friends easily and quite often. has many friends but only like 2-3 real friends they would trust with their lives. hate to show when they hurt. very intelligent.
  • pisces: not crying 24/7. not weak at all. develop crushes easily but get over them very fast. either things don't mean anything to them or they mean the world to them. lost in daydreams but have the brightest fantasy. can be a storm. if they see you treat them wrong they leave. loyal to the people they love. can be revengeful. scheming. knows exactly what people deserve. would never harm anyone who doesn't deserve it. want justice. hard to get. hard to understand. great friends. worth the fight. will hold your hand and go through hell with you. passionate lovers.

it’s may. from now on we have harry’s album, harry’s concert tickets, a week of late late show, possibly niall’s new music, liam’s new music AND louis’ second single. this post doesnt make sense it was just to say that it’s a new month so pLEASE for the love of GOD please PLEASE *** ** 

You have something that no one has
I don’t mean your looks
i don’t mean your things nor your money
I mean something beyond it
That makes you even more greater, more beautiful and even more stunning
and that is…
your own inner beauty
—  Viola CN
Fine Amnesty

Check, Please! 14 Days of Love, Day 1: FOOIINNE  (Read on AO3)


“Oh my, Jack, you should have seen it,” Bitty said. “I swear they were counting down to the very second.” He held his phone against his ear with his shoulder and took the pie crust from the fridge where it had been chilling. “As soon as it hit midnight, Chowder and Caitlin were all over each other, kissing like nobody’s business. I haven’t seen such a display since, goodness, last Winter Screw. Only with less alcohol involved.”

Bitty laughed. “Yes, Lardo had the score cards all ready to go. Perfect 10s from everyone but Holster, but I think that was because,” Bitty stopped, looked around, then whispered, “Ransom and March were cuddling and being cute on the couch right next to him.

“Hmm, what else? Oh! Nursey and Dex were holding hands all day. Dex’s face was all pink and he was glaring something fierce, but that boy would not let go of Nursey’s hand for love nor money. Nursey was just as pleased as punch. He forgot all about being ‘chill’ for almost a whole hour.”

Holster walked into the kitchen carrying a cellophane-wrapped basket. “Special delivery,” he sang. “From your sugar daddy, Bitty.”

“You hush, Holster. Sweetheart, you didn’t have to send me anything. You know I’m coming up this weekend.” Bitty unwrapped the basket and began to take out the contents. “Apples… is this a fruit basket? Butter, flour… Jack Zimmerman, did you send me a pie baking basket?”

Holster groaned. “Here we go.”

Bitty looked Holster dead in the eye and said into his phone, “Jack honey, you are the sweetest, most thoughtful, loveliest boyfriend I could hope for. I wish you were here with me right now so I could give you a big ol’ kiss. Thank you so much.”

Holster shook his head and turned to leave.

Bitty raised his voice. “And I wish your butt was here, too, so I could give it a big ol’ squeeze.”

“Enjoy this while you can,” Holster said from the hallway. “The Valentine’s Day fine amnesty ends in a few hours, and tomorrow it’s double fines for all PDA and pet names so we can snap up all that sweet discount chocolate. Tell Jack to send his wallet; we both know you won’t be able to knock it off with the pet names and I need to stock up on Reese’s peanut butter hearts.”

“Oh, ha ha. We aren’t that bad,” Bitty called after him. “And you hush too, Mr. Zimmermann.” He sighed. “I really do wish you were here. I sure am looking forward to seeing you this weekend.

“Well, you know if it was up to me, we’d talk for hours, but if you have to go… Anyway, I was in the middle of baking a pie before I got all distracted, so I’ll let you go. See you soon, honey. Love you, good bye.”

Bitty hung up his phone and got back to work on his pie. He was just pulling it out of the oven when there a knock on the front door. Someone answered it and there was a round of enthusiastic greetings – obviously somebody they knew. He didn’t think anything more of it until someone stepped through the kitchen door.

“Hey, Bits.”

Bitty spun around. “Jack? What on earth?”

Jack walked over to him and took him in his arms. “It’s Valentine’s Day. I wanted to see you.”

Bitty pulled him down into a deep kiss. “I’m so happy to see you sweetheart, but you didn’t have to come all this way. I mean, with your schedule… And you sent me that adorable basket…”

“I didn’t want to miss fine amnesty,” Jack said and Bitty had to kiss him again.


“People of the world: HELP US! Venezuela is fighting for its freedom”

I know you guys don’t care for my country, but this is important! Share the word please!

For 18 years Venezuela has been living under a dictatorial regime that covers itself has democracy. People is starving, dying because there’s no food nor medicines, there’s no money and everyday more people leave this country in hopes of finding a better life some place else. 

This corrupt government is blind to the people’s issues and has tried to cover like we’re totally fine in front of other countries. We’re tired, we can’t take this anymore! 

Protests started a couple weeks ago and so far a lot of people have died or been imprisoned for fighting for our freedom. GNB is shooting and teargassing the protestants.

It’s clear to us we need support of other countries! Please! Help us get rid of this government that’s killing and tearing this country apart. Please, help Venezuela in the fight for its freedom!! 

All the pictures are from April 19th, 2017.

For more info on this subject you can check the ig accounts I link bellow!

Pictures taken from Instagram accounts:  @VenezuelaLucha@elpanavenezolano @esdevenezolanoss

Budget Witch Tips

-Unless you’re planning to consume it, buy pink Himalayan bath salts instead of regular ones. They come in large bags, pre ground, and are significantly cheaper!

 -Always keep a list laying around somewhere of replacements for herbs, crystals, etc for when you can’t afford to use expensive materials 

 -Research foods that can regrow in water (such as green onions). Great for kitchen witches

 -A simple incantation can work just as well as a full-blown spell. It’s also good for when you’re in a time limit

-Don’t worry about having the fanciest tools to work with. The human body can replace such tools easily (Such as the finger can replace the wand) 

-If you don’t have the time nor money to make a proper altar this season, you can use your dresser at home! I placed a couple different-coloured ribbons on it with their correspondences to the sabot, and a vase of flowers for the season. Your dresser usually contains many of your personal items in or on it, and will naturally give your spells power

-Start practicing herbalism and natural medicines if you don’t have access to free health care. Natural medicine should never be used to treat a very severe illness. However, for things like a cold, stomach aches, or sore joints, quick tinctures and salves can be made for much cheaper than doctors fees 

-Keep your left over egg shells and make money powers out of them

-Speaking of eggs, if you have any leftover egg whites / yolks from cooking or baking, keep them! Use them to make a hair mask. This will not only nourish your hair like crazy, but the magickal properties in eggs can be used to bring about fertility and rebirths to you

-Dollar stores are your new best friend. Especially local ones ran by individuals of a religious cultural background. In my area anyways, I’ve noticed that these dollar stores carry incenses, candles, and hard-to-find spices and herbs for incredibly cheap! I got a brass cleansing bell from one of these stores for only $7! And don’t even get me started on the jars 

-Tarot cards can get seriously expensive. Go to Walmart or some other discount store and buy card paper or some other tough paper material. Find and print all of the cards in a tarot deck and print them out. 

-An even cheaper idea (but much more time consuming) is to make your own tarot deck. Not only do you get to put an essence of yourself into the deck, but they’re pretty fun to make too

-If you’re like me and have a hard time getting access to crystals or find they’re all too expensive, use rocks. I’m not even kidding. Go outside and find a small stone that calls to you. Bring it inside and wash it. Allow your stone to dry in the sun, then cleanse it in the moonlight. I then charge the stone with my intent and use it in place of a crystal

  Feel free to add onto this list!

  • What she says: I'm fine
  • What she thinks: What happened to Cathy at the end of The Last Five Years? I mean Jamie said that he closed the bank account, he left her in an house she couldn't afford, he pushed her to quit her job, she probably had no one in the city and she had no help nor money. What did she do? Did she quit her dreams and went back to her family? Did she find another shitty job in the city? Did she find someone better to love? Did she become an actress?

Many of us are caught in the illusion that money is survival. Yet, we do not eat, breath, nor drink money. Money is the corrupt middleman between us and the resources. We need communities that work together like the native tribes have always done. We need to relearn to be in harmony with the natural world and our fellow humans. We need an economy based on the resources, not money, because at this rate we will completely deplete the resources in sake of the monetary profit, but at that point the money will be worthless. We need to wake up!

Hey guys!!

So yep! I’m moving out of my parents house and it’s about time! I’ve been dying to do this for years, but I never could save up the money nor could I as an 18 year old with a part time job afford to do. But me and two friends have decided that we are sick of our abusive parents and that we need to get out, and quick.

All three of us have jobs, but they are all part time jobs being that we all have classes, which means we only make about $200 every two weeks. And while that’s enough to rent a place we fall a little short on the down payment plus pet deposit ( one dog and a snake ). So I’m here to ask out of the kindness of your hearts to commission me.

I can do anything from sketches to paintings to digital art. Prices vary depending on the complexity of what your wanting and the character.

But I do understand that not everyone can afford to commission me so if you can’t please please reblog this. 

and if you can and are wanting to commission me please contact me through Tumblrs messenger or through asks.


Water colour paintings

Digital paintings

please please please reblog this post for me 

anonymous asked:

Russia is not boring , but sometimes sad and shitty af. This time Grishina fights with her mother, bcz she left her on the street without money, and now Nastya,her son Dima and husband Victor live on the street :/ www(.)kp(.)ru/daily/26652/3673188/

Oh my God, that’s so sad! It’s a very long story, but basically Anastasia Grishina herself sent a letter to the newspaper asking for help after her mother, father and brothers took all her money and how now she has nowhere to live.

Nastya was underage when, after the Olympics, she received a car and prize money, so she trusted her mother with it. She had a lot of trouble with getting her mother to give her money for an apartment after getting married and having a child, and it was then when she finally found out the big amunt of money she had earned as a gymnast (salaries, prize money for competitions, cars), but of that amount, almost nothing was left, as her family had took them all. She finally bought an apartment, but her mother made her buy it in her own name or else she wouldn’t give her money to, under the excuse that this way, her husband can’t claim it, but after several fights with her mother who ended up living with them anyway, she left the apartment and her mother changed the locks. She now has no right to the apartment she bought, nor has any money. Her husband works, but most money go on renting a place and she’s looking for a job despite having an 8 month old baby.

She found out that all these years her family has been living off the money she earned and now that the money’s over, they kicked her out and her family is threatening her to shut up about it. The most heartbreaking part is her saying she knows her family never loved her, but she says she has to do this even if she’ll become even more of an outcast for them, as she needs money to raise her son and to find a place to live.

The Merchant

If you look hard enough, there are plenty of places surrounding EU where you can buy the… less than traditional materials that college requires. Of course, there’s the Gentry who are ready to deal at any time. The Cornerwitch who give you maybe not what you want, but what you need. There are even shops that sell you blatantly magical items, if you know what to look for.

And then there’s the Merchant. He looks human, maybe wearing a coat or jacket, but other than that he’s so generic you’d never pick him out of a crowd. But you just know when he’s there. This sense of otherness he exudes. He passes it off as some sort of charisma he has, but everyone knows different.

He has this great big speech. About how he can provide services not even the Gentry can do, and in a very minor and technical way, he’s kind of right. Where the Cornerwitch deals in Stories and the Gentry deal in Value, the Merchant deals in Concepts. He can sell you Victory in a bottle and amulets full of Love. Memories are a bit trickier, but still not impossible to place in a goblet. Failure is tough, he rarely manages to fit that into the cameras.

However, despite being called The Merchant, he’s actually more of a Trader. Anything you buy, you replace with experiences of your own. This has a fair amount of downsides, but not enough that students aren’t willing to consider him as a third option in the grand scheme of things. That’s how he prefers it, anyways. He gets more business being the “Neutral” camp of EU. People seem to think that makes him a safer option than anyone else.

How foolish.

Everyone meets him at least once. He buys something from everyone. And he sells something from everyone. You don’t get a choice.


sorry for no art i cant draw for love nor money


Oath | Ch.24 | Jungkook

Genre: Angst | Mafia!AU

Members: Jungkook | You/Reader | Yoongi | Taehyung | Namjoon | Hoseok | Jin | Jimin |

Summary: What if one day everything you ever wanted is taken away and your whole world comes crushing down? If you were to forget today, who would you be tomorrow?

Originally posted by berry852

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Word count: 6,550

WARNING! There are several mentions of torture, so if you are sensitive to this I would suggest skipping those parts.

A/N: This chapter took me so long to write partly because of those specific scenes. They are pretty graphic and I need a certain mood to be able to write them. Not to say I’ve been going from writer’s block to writer’s block. But it’s finally here! Thank you for the patience! And I am sorry for the long wait. I might not be able to update often for the next three months because college is really stressful and I barely have the motivation or time to write at times. I am sorry about that as well. But I will always try my best to keep up with everything. Now, without further ado, here is chapter 24. Enjoy! ^^

“Hyung, are you really going to let Y/N with him?! We have to get her back!” Taehyung said right after they went out of the room, heading towards the parking lot.

“We can’t risk anything right now,” Hoseok replied.

“It’s Y/N! That piece of shit has his hands on her. Who knows what he will do. And you back away now?! She’s part of the family!”

“Who are you rising your voice to? Kim Taehyung, get your shit together! If we give Namjoon what he wants, he’ll step all over us.”

“Y/N could die!”

“Then it’s one good sacrifice for the sake of the group!”


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The Goddess is a woman who is a warrior. She is fierce and wild. She loves deeply and is compassionate towards all life. She is passionate and uncontrolled. She is untamed and she is free. Her thoughts are not in the past or in the future, -she is totally absorbed by the now and here.

A Goddess stands up for herself and knows that she is the creator of her reality. Responsible and courageous she paves her way through life gracefully and smiling.
While many men wish to find this Goddess, they often lack in understanding who a Goddess really is ~and that, so very often sets the stage for unfulfilling relation-ships, heart-breaks and other disasters.
Once awakened men find that woman who has activated her Goddess energy and power they must develop master skills to keep her. And that is exactly what she wants from him. She wants her man to evolve and embody the highest version of himself, his God Self.
A Goddess knows what she wants, what she doesn’t want and she will be clear about it.
A Goddess does not bend herself to make a man like her, want her or even love her. She loves herself unconditionally and she has no need for confirmation.
A Goddess does not comply with rules or society’s standards and she won’t care what others think of her. She honors her Goddess-Self, that is all that counts for her in her world.
A Goddess does not accept ‘no’ for an answer. She is a fighter and a victor. She knows how powerful she is and how to manifest her desires.
A Goddess is never dependent. She is the Mother, the sacred life giver and that makes her the strongest leader of all.
A Goddess will always and in all ways speak her truth, you can take it or leave it but you cannot twist it.

But an awakened man knows that a Goddess can show him the essence of life and the meaning of magic, if he is not afraid to handle her passion.
A Goddess will take her man to the depths of his own soul and make him face his demons, if he is not afraid to handle her fire.
A Goddess leads her man to another dimension. A world unkown to him until he met her but he can only reside there if he is as fearless as she is.
A Goddess pours out her love like a man may not have ever experienced before but only if he can stand up to the very truth of his Goddess.
A Goddess protects her beloveds fiercely as long as they look her in the eyes with loyalty.
A Goddess can change a man’s life forever, the direction it takes is entirely based on the choices he makes, between fear and love.

One cannot play games or hide truth from a Goddess. An awakened woman sees all.
She knows about intentions, she might even read minds and she will make absolutely sure a man eager for her heart is a God equal to her before she shares her inner Queendom and her deepest secrets with him.
A Goddess protects and hides her vulnerability from men; instead she shows her strength, until a man’s heart and love is pure enough to pierce through the shell and be allowed in.
It is neither through words that one can impress her, nor with money, possessions or titles but only through the power of an open heart and a calm mind that steps forward with absolute clarity and truth.

—  Aurora Ray
Bucky/Darcy, Regency AU

for @renateseline

20.  Regency AU

“Mr. Barnes is here.  Again…” Her mother sniffed as she glanced down at the front walk from her perch at the upstairs window.  “Honestly, Darcy…can’t you put him off nicely?”  

Darcy shrugged with indifference.  “Has it ever occurred to you, Mama…that perhaps I didn’t want to put him off?”  

“True, he’s an officer, but I’ve asked as to his family, dear daughter, and they come from trade. You can’t expect to procure a marriage proposal from a decent suitor if you keep such wretched company. And he’s not even very pleasant, you know.  There are a dozen other officers in the regiment more worthy of you.  He’s from trade, he’s gruff and unpleasant…and that arm…”  

Darcy sighed and rose, putting her needlepoint to the side.  Her mother grabbed the hoop almost immediately, scrutinizing her work as she glided from the room to go meet her company.  “I care not about his family, nor their money.  I have more than enough of both as it is.  I care not that he is ‘gruff and unpleasant’, as you put it, Mama…even though shyness often mimics unpleasantness to the undiscerning eye.  Furthermore, I care not about his arm. He cares not, so why should it bother me?”  

Her mother was silent for a full ten seconds.  The longest in her entire life, no doubt. “This is full knots, Darcy…” Her mother reached for the scissors.  “You’re going to have to redo it all again…I don’t know what I did to deserve such a daughter…keeps company with sons of tradesmen. Needlework full of knots…He doesn’t even leave a card, your Mr. Barnes!”

Darcy rolled her eyes and left the room.  She found James waiting for her in the parlor, his hands behind his back as he inspected the painting hanging on the wall.  

“Mr.  Barnes….” She dipped into a curtsey.  

“Miss Lewis…” he bowed briefly.  “I briefly entertained a game of cards, but since arriving…” He glanced up towards the staircase. The sound of her mother’s complaining could be heard as it carried down from the sewing room. “I wondered if you would fancy a walk in the garden instead?”  

Darcy smiled.  “I would like that very much, sir.  It’s a lovely day.”     

It’s someone we know

The more I think about it, the more uncomfortable I get but then it seems like the only reasonable alternative.

The person who’s sending Iris threats is someone we know.

It just has to be.

It’s someone who’s close enough to her to know a deeply hidden secret (supposedly the secret they’re blackmailing her about. But who knows if there’s even a secret. Maybe it’s just bullying for the sake of it who knows) It’s also someone who’s geographically close enough to her to know if she is or isn’t actually putting to action all the ultimatums he/she’s been sending her- aka that creepy standing alone on a deserted street thingy, getting bad grades, etc…

So it has to be someone who’s always around. It has to be someone we know.

And that’s just plain terrifying.

The psychology of the character behind the threats is also deeply alarming and makes me even the more uncomfortable. Because this person isn’t getting anything from threatening Iris.  They’re not asking for money, nor are they asking for favors. All they’re getting from it is the pleasure of savoring Iris’ fear.

But I can’t imagine anyone around us who would be prompt to that kind of behavior. Who in our entourage is that twisted.

Some people are out of question. The boys for one. Violette, Priya, Rosalya, Alexy, : the gang obviously. Capucine too.

It doesn’t seem like something the pest trio would do either. They’d be more of the type to confront you directly rather than hide behind anonymous messages. Also Amber doesn’t mind Iris.

Melody floated on my mind a little, I’m not gonna lie. Because she seemed almost as eager as Iris to get the phone back but then again maybe I’m just being paranoiac. Also it probably wouldn’t make much sense since Iris has been receiving loads of messages as we were at her house and the girls were searching together so I had to erase that from my mind.

Peggy and Kim were the only one not at the party but I will fight anyone who’d tell me one of them did it.

But who is it then?? It has to be someone we’re at least acquainted to.

In any case I hope that Candy would do the mature thing - and as much as her investigation with the gang can be pretty “fun” in a way as it’s pretty thriller-like - I hope that she gets the adults involved for once. Tell Iris’ mom who deeply cares about her daughter’s well being. Show the police the messages and they’ll most likely be able to trace it back to the bully.

Most of all I hope Iris will be okay.

I know very long post sorry about that. but please if you managed to read all of this, do not hesitate to reply with an even longer post telling me what you thing about this situation

anonymous asked:

Work harder. Work smarter. And $70 will mean little to you. Snowflake generation

It is not, and never has been, impressive or admirable to view oneself as better than others because you have money. Nor is the assumption that people with money work harder or smarter than poor people an admirable concept. If I could wish anything for myself, it is that I would never think that highly and have such snobbery in my thoughts. Nor think the way that you do. I cannot imagine a fate more shameful.

ily: I love you
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I have received your two letters one from Philadelphia the other from Chester. I am pleased with your success, so far, and I hope the favourable omens, that precede your application to the Assembly may have as favourable an issue, provided the situation of affairs should require it which I fear will be the case. But both for your country’s sake and for my own I wish the enemy may be gone from Georgia before you arrive and that you may be obliged to return and share the fortunes of your old friends. In respect to the Commission, which you received from Congress, all the world must think your conduct perfectly right. Indeed your ideas upon this occasion seem not to have their wonted accuracy; and you have had scruples, in a great measure, without foundation. By your appointment as Aide De Camp to the Commander in Chief, you had as much the rank of Lieutenant Colonel, as any officer in the line your receiving a commission as Lieutenant Colonel from the date of that appointment, does not in the least injure or interfere with one of them; unless by virtue of it you are introduced into a particular regiment in violation of the right of succession; which is not the case at present neither is it a necessary consequence. As you were going to command a batalion, it was proper you should have a commission; and if this commission had been dated posterior to your appointment as Aide De Camp, I should have considered it as derogatory to your former rank, to mine, and to that of the whole corps. The only thing I see wrong in the affair is this—Congress by their conduct, both on the former and present occasion, appear to have intended to confer a privilege, an honor, a mark of distinction, a something upon you; which they withold from other Gentlemen in the family. This carries with it an air of preference, which, though we can all truly say, we love your character, and admire your military merit, cannot fail to give some of us uneasy sensations. But in this, my Dear J I wish you to understand me well. The blame, if there is any, falls wholly upon Congress. I repeat it, your conduct has been perfectly right and even laudable; you rejected the offer when you ought to have rejected it; and you accepted it when you ought to have accepted it; and let me add with a degree of overscrupulous delicacy. It was necessary to your project; your project was the public good; and I should have done the same. In hesitating, you have refined upon the refinements of generosity.
There is a total stagnation of news here, political and military. Gates has refused the Indian command Sullivan is come to take it. The former has lately given a fresh proof of his impudence, his folly and his rascality ’Tis no great matter; but a peculiarity in the case prevents my saying what.
I anticipate by sympathy the pleasure you must feel from the sweet converse of your dearer self in the inclosed letters. I hope they may be recent. They were brought out of New York by General Thompson delivered to him there by a Mrs. Moore not long from England, soi-disante parente de Madame votre épouse. She speaks of a daughter of yours, well when she left England, perhaps ⟨– – –⟩.
And Now my Dear as we are upon the subject of wife, I empower and command you to get me one in Carolina. Such a wife as I want will, I know, be difficult to be found, but if you succeed, it will be the stronger proof of your zeal and dexterity. Take her description—She must be young, handsome (I lay most stress upon a good shape) sensible (a little learning will do), well bred (but she must have an aversion to the word ton) chaste and tender (I am an enthusiast in my notions of fidelity and fondness) of some good nature, a great deal of generosity (she must neither love money nor scolding, for I dislike equally a termagent and an œconomist). In politics, I am indifferent what side she may be of; I think I have arguments that will easily convert her to mine. As to religion a moderate stock will satisfy me. She must believe in god and hate a saint. But as to fortune, the larger stock of that the better. You know my temper and circumstances and will therefore pay special attention to this article in the treaty. Though I run no risk of going to Purgatory for my avarice; yet as money is an essential ingredient to happiness in this world—as I have not much of my own and as I am very little calculated to get more either by my address or industry; it must needs be, that my wife, if I get one, bring at least a sufficiency to administer to her own extravagancies. You will be pleased to recollect in your negotiations that I have no invincible antipathy to the maidenly beauties & that I am willing to take the trouble of them upon myself.
If you should not readily meet with a lady that you think answers my description you can only advertise in the public papers and doubt less you will hear of many competitors for most of the qualifications required, who will be glad to become candidates for such a prize as I am. To excite their emulation, it will be necessary for you to give an account of the lover—his size, make, quality of mind and body, achievements, expectations, fortune, &c. In drawing my picture, you will no doubt be civil to your friend; mind you do justice to the length of my nose and don’t forget, that I ⟨– – – – –⟩.
After reviewing what I have written, I am ready to ask myself what could have put it into my head to hazard this Jeu de follie. Do I want a wife? No—I have plagues enough without desiring to add to the number that greatest of all; and if I were silly enough to do it, I should take care how I employ a proxy. Did I mean to show my wit? If I did, I am sure I have missed my aim. Did I only intend to frisk? In this I have succeeded, but I have done more. I have gratified my feelings, by lengthening out the only kind of intercourse now in my power with my friend. Adieu
A Hamilton

Ok tho for real, between Reaper and s76, who do you think is the more embarrassing Overwatch dad? Keep in mind, Reaper:

-Wears owl/skull/plague doctor masks at all times, unironically
-Just dresses Like That in general
-Tells dad jokes like “Dead man walking”, “I’m back in Black” and “I’m dressed to kill” about himself. To no one in particular. Also unironically
-Uses his bullshit zombie magic to obtain infinite guns + then throw them everywhere instead of reloading
-Makes 60 year old basketball references abt the Lakers
-Keeps shotgun shells all over his outfit despite, again, throwing his guns everywhere and never reloading them
-Has pretty mariachi outfits to bring on missions. Also brings his guitar. On missions
-John Freeman Beard


Morrison can and will wear this:

I’m seeing a lot of people shitting on cosplayers who don’t make their own cosplays at all or partially make theirs and let me tell you something:


Not everyone has the resources to make a cosplay , nor the money or the skill. Not everyone can sew a straight line or understand patterns , believe it or not patterns are hard to understand even the most simplest ones. I can’t sew with a premade pattern , and I can’t sew in a straight line my hands shake too much now. Not everyone can do what you or this popular cosplayer can do.

I’m really sick and tired of how cosplay has become and yet I’ll say it AGAIN some contest on who is popular. Yes, sure if you wanna make money doing cosplay please do it that’s your dream and I’m happy for you! But don’t shit on others for not making an entire cosplay? Acting like you weren’t a beginner before? If you needed extra money and you opened commissions who would ask?

That same cosplayer that can’t do their own, and they’ll be wearing YOUR work as well. Cosplay can make a lot of money if you do it right , but don’t knock others down or act better than others. Stop with this.

Don’t shit on a cosplayer who buys their cosplay. At the end of the day we take off our contacts, wigs, and costumes and go back to reality. At the end of the day we’re all just nerds in costumes in love with a series or game/etc. Let’s just have fun together and make memories? That isn’t so hard to ask for you guys.