When you’re struggling, sometimes a helping hand is appreciated.
Caution: smut ahead.
You took a heavy breath as the usually busy lunch hour dwindled down. The once packed restaurant had gone down to less than eight patrons. And only one was in your section. “So much for paying those loans,” you sighed feeling slightly defeated.
You perked up at the sound of the bell on the door ringing. You glanced at the door sending a large smile at the familiar face of your favorite costumer, Himchan. He was always good to you, both as a person and in tips. A friendship formed quickly between the two of you. It didn’t help that you found him insanely handsome.
You made your way to his table, taking a seat across from him to give your sore feet a rest. “Howdy stranger,” you greeted.
He gave you his usual charming smile,“Hello beautiful. Anything good on the menu?”
“You always ask that, yet you always get the same thing.”
So much discussion lately over whether women SF/F writers actually exist, so I thought I’d post pictures of my office and my brag shelf. (Plus I spent a lot of time cleaning up my office and it looks nice now.)
Thurs 8th Oct | We put up the new bookshelves today! So exciting! My room is basically a room out of IKEA. Using the desk planner I picked up from Amsterdam for the first time this week. Back to studying hard!
These rely on the original object in-game. May need the MOO cheat to place objects in all the slots. All objects are also searchable by ‘Brazen’ in the catalog.
I’ve been ripping a bunch of clutter from objects and clearing shelves lately :P This project turned out to be really nice and way more useful than I thought it would. As you can see in my pic above I used the MOO cheat to get these shelves really close and created a massive office library. The shelf no longer functions as a bookcase but it matches the original so you can mix them up. The shelf has like 400 slots so there should be plenty of room for all sorts of clutter :)
Bookshelf - Emptied & Slotted
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today at the museum i was looking at the purdue style guide to check something for a translation and i felt weird about it because i haven’t used that site since i was a kid learning to use english in an academic setting and that feels like it was a whole other world
and then i got down the page and was reminded that their example of proper citation for a “classic work” that other scholars may have different editions of uses the communist manifesto. a russian-language edition of which, from i think the 50s, was sitting behind me on the shelf.
and suddenly everything felt a lot less weird, somehow
Imagine all the students from the previous year bursting through the door of the Great Hall and sitting at random tables because nobody gives a shit about Houses anymore. Because when something as stupid as House Pride and blood purity led to the biggest and worst war in History, how can you look at Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Racenclaw and most deffinitely Slytherin, again.
Imagine a second year Slytherin standing up and staring at the ceiling before yelling fiendfyre at all the house banners because he never learned the fucking charm “incendio”. After all, if you knew something as powerful as Fiendfyre, what use was it to teach Incendio to the kids.
Imagine him pointing at each banner, much to his disgust, having complete and careful control over the flames.
Imagine him smiling as the banners turn to ash because last year he was forced to torture his only friend for being in Gryffindor and a muggleborn. It did not matter that he was his only friend in the muggle town he lived in. It never matterred that he was the only person to show him any form of friendship and how sad he was thinking he would lose his only friend for a whole year. And then how happy he was seeing him on platform 9 and ¾.
Imagine his guilt in knowing that because if him, his friend was too weak to fight in the Battle of Hogwarts and was one of the first killed by the Carrows.
Imagine his guilt, knowing that he killed his only friend. So he is only twleve, but he traces it all back to the houses.
Imagine the smile on his face, looking only as psychotic as how many other students are feelings, as he sets them alight.
Imagine the teachers faces, unsure on what to do or *say*.
Imagine McGonagall ready to speak out and give him a detention on the first day, ready to take off points when she sees the same look on each students’ face, from each grade and from each house. So she sits back in her seat and lets it happen because, perhaps a part of her agrees.
Imagine McGonagall stopping any other teacher from saying anything as the boy, scrawny and short, only twelve years old yells to the whole school that there should never be anymore houses, because house rivalry is what killed his friend, his only friend, and house rivalry made many Slytherins hate Gryffindors and Gryffindors think that all slytherins are evil. House rivalries made it hard for each house to go to the other for help, because why would you help the enemy???
Imagine all the students cheering as the last thread of hufflepuff burns and falls on the ground, signalling the final end to Hogwarts Houses.
Imagine Headmistress McGonagall waving her wand and where the four seperate banners used to hang, now hangs one giant banner woth the higwarts emblem, because they are all one school and nothing should split them apart anymore.
Imagine the Sorting Hat ripping open and instead of singing, it quietly narrates the stories of each and every fallen student and how ultimately, it was everyone working together that saved their Home. Imagine it finishing with one last song about house unity before stating that there will never be another sorting again.
Imagine years from then, students sitting all over the place under one banner for one school. They still sleep in the four dormitories, it’s a myth that a long time ago, they were used to split people into groups based on a few characteristics. Some rather logical students call it false because only an idiot would think that was a good idea.
Imagine years from then, the sorting hat sits in the Headmistress’ Office on a dusty shelf, gathering inches of dust because nobody needs to hear about house unity now (there are no houses) and no one must be sorted, and the story of the battle of Hogwarts is already told in History of Magic by Professor Binns, who claims to have seen it all and never stops talking about the dark Age of Voldemort (but hey! At least it’s not the Goblin Wars)
Imagine a time where Harry Potter is a legend and a myth because a time like that could not have possibly actually happened. Where friends turned on friends and family turned on family.
Imagine parents telling their small under 10s children to eat their vegetables to become big and strong like Harry Potter (because who ever heard of a scrawny, knobbled kneed *boy* saving the world?)
Imagine Voldemort becoming synonymous with “the Bogey Man”, the snake faced monster who will kidnap naughty kids for not sleeping at bedtime instead of the raging red eyed murderer that nobody could speak of.
Imagine a time where there is finally peace because nobody beleives one is superior than the other ‘cause let’s all be real here, everyone has some muggle blood in them by now - and according to science, muggleborns have stronger magic anyway.
So I saw “Spider-Man: Homecoming” just a couple hours ago, and it was a great movie, but something was bugging me. There’s a scene where we see the inside of the school principal’s office, and on a shelf is a photograph of a man in a military dress uniform. First I thought, “Oh, he served in the military.” Then, as I kept looking at the picture, I realized it was an old photograph, based on both the coloring and the look of the uniform. This got me thinking about Captain America and the Howling Commandos, where there was a man of Asian descent from Queens in the Commandos, just like Peter’s principal. This bugged me all the way home so, as soon as I could, I went onto IMDB to do a little research and my theory of the two being related was………CONFIRMED! The Howling Commando’s name was Jim Morita. The principal’s name? Principal Morita!! Peter Parker’s principal is the grandson (potentially great-grandson depending on his age) of a former Howling Commando! What’s more is that they’re both played by the same guy, Kenneth Choi. I saw what you did there, Marvel. I saw what you did ^-^.