I don’t play Marvel Heroes but I’m a huge X-Men fan so when I saw that The game was going to make Jean Grey (Death), Psylocke (War), Storm (Pestilence), and Magik (Famine) Apocalype’s horsemen I lost my shit.
What an awesome lineup of characters and beautiful designs, which hopefully show up in the comics at some point.
Unfortunately I could never see this happening in the comics (unless it appeared in an alternate universe) because these horsemen are overkill. Jean Grey/Phoenix is god like and deadly enough with out 3 other powerful mutants backing her up. Then Storm and Magik our also on another level! Psylocke is the least powerful of the four but I wouldn’t underestimate her. Betsy can definitely hold her own in a fight. Plus all four of them would get an additional power boost from apocalypse. Like they’d wipe out everyone in the Marvel Universe if this ever happened in the comics.
A little tip for parents with children in school (or for children in school to show their parents)
My mom gave me and my sister two days every semester that she called “mental health days.”
Those were days, that for ANY reason, and without having to tell my mom the reason, we could skip the day of school. We’d just tell her we were taking a mental health day and she’d call the school and let them know we were not coming in.
#1 This helped keep our grades up by lowering our stress levels. I never got a C in any grade school class. The majority of my classes I received A’s. I also took 4 AP classes and they were not weighted. Trust me, it made a difference.
#2 I never felt the need to skip school. I knew if I ever wanted to or needed to my mom would help me.
Your kids are young and need time to recover. They need some days where they can do nothing but stay in bed for no reason. They need their own space where their privacy is respected. It will make a huge difference.
I don’t know how to explain to goyim that calling out anti-Semitism is not about hurt feelings or crocodile tears and everything to do with the fear of history repeating itself in the form of angry mobs hellbent on attacking Jewish people.
I don’t know how to explain that I am not calling Jay-Z out because I want to silence Black artists; I’m calling him out because I’m genuinely afraid that his false accusation about Jews owning all the property in America will result in people across the nation blaming Jews for the evils of the world and then inciting pogroms (violent mob attacks) against Jewish people.
I don’t know how to explain that I’m not calling out CDM because I don’t care about the liberation of Palestinians; I’m calling them out because I’m worried that if we allow non-Jews to police our beliefs and define for us what our ancient symbols mean, that it could ultimately lead to any displays of public Jewishness being deemed questionable or offensive, which could eventually end in violence against any Jews who are openly Jewish at public events.
I don’t know how to explain to goyim that nearly every Jewish person in the world either grew up with a relative who had to flee their home in the middle of the night because of this type of violence, or they actually experienced this trauma themselves. I don’t know how to tell them that this is an ingrained trauma in almost every existing Jewish family, and that it has been repeated every few generations across the globe since we entered the Diaspora nearly 2,000 years ago.
I don’t know how to explain that when people say almost the exact types of things that were shouted at my relatives by white Russian nationalists as they burned their villages to the ground that it doesn’t matter if you say you’re a progressive or an anti-racist, or you’re also marginalized in some way, because all I hear are the same words people have said to Jews for centuries before physically assaulting them, and I’m worried you’re going to eventually going to assault me, too.
I don’t know how to explain that if goyim read our history they might understand that we Jews have been used as scapegoats for the world’s evils everywhere on the planet from Lithuania to Ethiopia, and that regardless of our standing in society or our level of assimilation, that it’s always ended with our expulsion or murder or both.
I don’t know how to explain that I’m not trying to be petty or “take up space in the movement,” or draw attention away from other causes, but that I’m only asking for you to examine your words and actions now, while I still hope there’s time to pull out the seeds of anti-Semitism that have been planted, because I am literally afraid that if I don’t, you or somebody like you will ultimately be at my doorstep shouting “It’s their fault! Get them! Kill the Jews!”
I don’t know how to explain that I’m afraid you might believe the vitriol behind your words one day enough to kill me.
Something that may come as surprising to folks whose needs and comfort levels are already catered to by the world around them, is that “coping” is exhausting.
There are a great many people who are perfectly capable of adjusting to certain situations, be it a matter of social interaction, or physical disability, medical conditions, or whatever the case may be. Through trial and error we have discovered tricks and methods that allow us to function in a society that wasn’t created with us in mind, and we’re very good at making it look like we’re getting along just fine.
But it’s tiring. Always, constantly having to be vigilant and on-guard while everyone around us takes everything in stride, and then no one understands why, at the end of the day, we shut down. Because we were able to “get by” throughout the day, suddenly our unwillingness or inability to cope is no longer valid.
It’s like carrying a 20 pound weight all fucking day long. Just because you can doesn’t mean you don’t need or deserve a break. And then when you finally put the weight down, everyone around you scolds you and chastises you, accuses you of being lazy, insists that you’re just “faking because it’s convenient.”
This is why it’s so fucking unbearable living in a home where everyone chooses to disregard your limits and your comfort levels. Family members will say, “I’m not going to cater to your needs, because the ~real world~ won’t cater to you and you need to get used to that.”
Consider: People who struggle and cope through everyday life are already painfully aware that the “real world” doesn’t give a fuck about us. This is why we develop coping strategies that allow us to function. This is why when we finally come home, when we are FINALLY through with the “real world” for the day, we just want some goddamn compassion. We just want the people we live with to place value on our needs, comfort levels, and limitations. We want the people who say they love us to demonstrate that love through doing whatever small thing they can do to ensure that when we’re in the comfort of our own homes, we can actually be comfortable instead of having to continue carrying around that weight that we’ve been forced to hold up all. day. long.
Our party just made level 3, and Cragak, our ranger, has convinced Davor, our barbarian, to join in with him on a business venture. So the barbarian takes a point in Profession as Multi-Level Marketing CEO of “Cragak’s Hides and Skins.”
We stop at a nearby town for a few days, so Davor sets up shop and attempts to draw in some business. He rolls a 2 for the first day. GM: An elderly, crazed-looking dwarf approaches you. “Hey… do you have any elf skins?” Davor: “Um… no, but we could find one for you! Would you like to put down a deposit as investment?” GM (as dwarf customer): “Sorry, my wallet’s in my other pants…” (He’s not wearing any pants)
The next day, Davor tries again. Another 2. GM: The same dwarf comes back again. Davor: “Hey!… Did you, by chance, happen to bring your other pair of pants?” GM (as dwarf): “Sorry… but do you take lizard guts?” Davor: “Ah… no.”
The dwarf proceeds to follow Davor around for the rest of the day, staring uncomfortably at him.
On our last day in town, our barbarian tries again. Nat 20. GM: The dwarf returns AGAIN, but this time he’s brought ten people with him! Apparently he wouldn’t stop pestering them until they came by the booth. Each person gives you 5 gold. Davor (addressing the crowd): “Thank you! We’ll bring you product after our next hunting session. In the meantime, spread the word about Cragak’s Hides and Skins! I admire your loyalty, and we will hold an all-staff meeting the next time we’re in town where YOU WILL BE ENERGIZED and you will be ready to GO OUT and make TONS OF MONEY! Trust the process! INVEST IN THE DREAM! I love you all!”
When Irina is six and Mikhail is three and a half, Viktor and Yuuri visit Japan and while they’re there, they take the kids to the beach. Viktor, standing in the surf, notices the tide beginning to recede.
“That’s strange,” says Viktor, glancing over his shoulder, “the tide came early today.”
Viktor watches as Yuuri immediately grabs one child under each arm, and begins running to the boardwalk
“THAT’S NOT THE TIDE,” Yuuri screams over his shoulder.
That is how Viktor Nikiforov is forfeited to a minor tsunami by his husband. It knocks him down and pulls down his swim shorts. Later in the day, Yuuri laughs as Viktor picks seaweed out of his pubic hair.
“Why am I married to you,” Viktor mutters.
A few weeks later, someone posts a video titled “Viktor Nikiforov is pwned by a mini-tsunami.”
“Who even uses the word pwned anymore?” Yuuri mumbles as he watches the video for the sixth time. In the distance, the video catches Yuuri sprinting with the kids.
Lol @ Katsuki, read many comments. Take the kids, leave the husband.
(In about twenty-five years, this video will be shown at Mikhail’s wedding. Koichi will shout, “YOU SHOULD HAVE LET HIM BE RETURNED TO THE SEA,” and is hit in the arm by not only their girlfriend, but also by two of their siblings and Lilia.)
anonymous said: hey, i’d like to request a jughead x reader where jughead is like super protective over the reader. like he walks with her in school. sits with her in pop’s. the reader is never out of his sight (only when she’s home). and the reader doesn’t really mind, bc there’s a killer in the town and stuff. and it’s kinda hot thank youu^^
“you do know you don’t have to follow me everywhere i go” you joke as you start your journey from riverdale high to the infamous pop’s chock'lit shoppe, jughead hot on your heels
but let’s face it, when wasn’t he? you’d grown up in neighbouring trailers and he was always so over protective of you, he’d walk you to and from school, to pop’s, to the drive in. everywhere.
you loved it, he was your best friend and essentially one of the only friends you had. jughead had been transferred to southside high but it didn’t stop him for walking you to and from school, no matter what.
“you’re not my bodyguard yanno?” you tease earning an eye roll from the dark and broody raven haired boy.
“there is a killer on the loose yanno” he pokes back stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets, a famous jones smile hanging off his lips.
“see that excuse expired a week ago- the killers been found and put away. i don’t need a security detail anymore”
you can see the clogs turning on his head trying to come up with a witty response to your playful banter
“maybe i just like to be sure that a beautiful lady like you gets to her beloved diner in one peace” he smiles sweetly nudging your shoulder with his own
“oo smooth jones, but unfortunately not smooth enough. this girl can look after herself” you smirk spinning around on your hells, the ice seemingly a lot more slippery than you anticipated
next thing you know your put on your ass, the cool snow melting through your jeans. you cuss and let out a muffled groan as you glance up to see a smirking jughead.
“oh i can defiantly see that mrs slick” he jokes offering you a hand up, you hesitantly grab his hand as he pulls you up off the cold ground.
“damn it!” you exclaim feeling the wetness on your butt, “my damn butt is soaking wet now great!” the boy goes red trying to suck in laughter
“it can’t be that bad, turn around” you huff turning letting the boy free range at staring at your butt
“damn” he mutters, you spin around quickly trying to get a good look yourself “what! is it that bad? you panic
he licks his lips shaking his head “oh no defiantly not i think it looks rather-” he pauses “peachy”
you turn and smack his chest “stop it you perv”
he places his hands up in defensive, wincing at your contact on his chest “first of all-ouch” he pause and you roll your eyes
“oh please i barley touched you-” he narrows his eyes at you silencing you as you allow him to continue.
“second of all you asked me to look- so i was just admiring what you were so gracefully born with” he argues a smirk etched onto his face.
“you owe me a milkshake jones” you complain
“because i proved you wrong or checked out the goods” he comments as we continue toward the diner
“now that you mention it, milkshake and fires” you smirk batting your lashes at the boy as you use your back to push open the door.
“would you look at that you holding the door open for me, how very twenty first century of you (y/l/n)”
“add a burger to that order, ill grab us a booth” you yell to the beanie boy as you slip into your normal booth waiting for jughead to slide in opposite you
“you’re going to make me go into bankruptcy” he mumbles as he slides in next to you, catching you off guard.
he senses your tense “everything okay?” he asks stretching his arm behind you resting on the booth.
“yeah just you never sit next to me, always opposite” you smile biting your lip as you notice your closeness
“maybe i wanted to sit next to you for once” he beams bringing a hand up to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear
“and maybe since you let me check you out we’ve moved up in our level of friendship” he winks our food being placed in front of us
“what’s that supposed to me” you blush feeling the room growing hotter
“well i was hoping to move from platonic bodyguard to sexy serpent boyfriend” you eyes widen your stomach seemed to flip in your stomach.
“you think with that leather jacket your all slick huh?” you tease picking at your fries
“your bad boy leather jacket facade can’t win me over that easy jones” you smile feeling a little more at ease even though your insides were screaming at you to kiss him.
“oh really? you sure about that?” he smiles playfully, you kept your eyes trained on your fries knowing that one look into his eyes and you’d melt
“mhm” you muse
in one swift movement his beanie is in your hands and he’s running his long fingers through his luscious raven locks, a strand of hair falling infront of his eyes.
you stop breathing your heart hammering in your chest as your ovaries go into overdrive
you open your mouth to report with a snarky remark but you end up opening and closing your mouth at a loss of words, mumbling a inaudible response before your cheeks heat up.
“what was that?” he tease closing the gap between you slowly
“screw it ” you mumble pulling him by the collar of his leather jacket crashing your lips onto his, jughead spends no time kissing back pulling on your legs so they were draped over his lap.
you hands roaming over his chest before working their way up to his neck and hair as his hands stroke your leg, pulling your waist so they was no space between the two of you.
you were broken apart at the sound of pop clearing his throat, you turn red burying your head into his chest “sorry pop” jughead attempts to keep a straight face as the older man leaves our table, shaking his head.
“so was that a yes?” he asks
you bring your brows together “a yes to what?” you tease
“to being your sexy serpent boyfriend” he wiggles his brows placing a kiss on your neck
“i don’t know maybe just boyfriend” you joke cussing him to tickle you, letting out a small squeal gaining the attention of the owner once more. a scowl on his face.
“fine fine!!” you giggle
“fine what?” he argues
“you can be my sexy serpent boyfriend” you admit rolling your eyes as he boy grins helplessly
“only if i can be your sexy serpent princess”
he nods pecking your lips “you’ve always been my sexy serpent princess”
Getting struck by Cupid’s arrow may very well take your breath away and make your heart go pitter-patter this Valentine’s Day, reports sexual wellness specialists at Loyola University Health System.
“Falling in love causes our body to release a flood of feel-good chemicals that trigger specific physical reactions,”
said Pat Mumby, PhD, Department of Psychiatry & Behavioral Neurosciences, Loyola University Chicago Stritch School of Medicine (SSOM).
“This internal elixir of love is responsible for making our cheeks flush, our palms sweat and our hearts race.”
Levels of these substances, which include dopamine, adrenaline and norepinephrine, increase when two people fall in love. Dopamine creates feelings of euphoria while adrenaline and norepinephrine are responsible for the pitter-patter of the heart, restlessness and overall preoccupation that go along with experiencing love.
MRI scans indicate that love lights up the pleasure center of the brain. When we fall in love, blood flow increases in this area, which is the same part of the brain implicated in obsessive-compulsive behaviors.
“Love lowers serotonin levels, which is common in people with obsessive-compulsive disorders,"
said Mary Lynn, DO, Department of Obstetrics & Gynecology, SSOM.
"This may explain why we concentrate on little other than our partner during the early stages of a relationship.”
Doctors caution that these physical responses to love may work to our disadvantage.
“The phrase ‘love is blind’ is a valid notion because we tend to idealize our partner and see only things that we want to see in the early stages of the relationship,” Dr. Mumby said. “Outsiders may have a much more objective and rational perspective on the partnership than the two people involved do.”
There are three phases of love, which include lust, attraction and attachment.
Lust is a hormone-driven phase where we experience desire. Blood flow to the pleasure center of the brain happens during the attraction phase, when we feel an overwhelming fixation with our partner.
This behavior fades during the attachment phase, when the body develops a tolerance to the pleasure stimulants. Endorphins and hormones vasopressin and oxytocin also flood the body at this point creating an overall sense of well-being and security that is conducive to a lasting relationship.
So our level 7 party was hired by a king to get an object from a dragon’s lair in exchange for an items that was part of one of our party member’s personal story quest. We got into the blue dragon’s lair, killed it’s children, then waited ambush style for it to get home. The fight basically went like this:
DM: The blue dragon flies into its lair
Party: Surprise Round!
DM: Yup… Surprise Round
Sorcerer: Hey, do you two want 150ish hitpoints and to hit like a fighter twice your level?
Sorcerer: I use twin spell to cast polymorph on both of them. They’re both giant apes now
The party proceeded to beat down the dragon while one giant ape beat on it and the other grappled it to the ground. We then leveled, got 100,000gp each, and got magic item loot from the dragon’s hoard. Our dual-classed Arcane Archer Kensai Monk (basically Zen archer for 5e) got the Oathbow.
A few encounters later, our party is now level 8. As a level 8 party of 7 characters we decide to fight the Pit Fiend in front of us instead of run away. Here’s how that fight went:
DM: The Pit Fiend hasn’t noticed you yet.
Party: Surprise Round!
DM: Yup… Surprise Round
Sorcerer: Who wants to be giant apes?
Sorcerer: I do the thing.
The party then proceeds to fight the Pit Fiend. The Pit Fiend knocks the bard out of giant ape form and knocks him unconscious, and the fight is getting pretty rough. That’s when our SuperArcher decided this had gone on for too long…
Archer: So it’s taken 5 rounds of great apes, paladin smites, chromatic orbs, and oathbow shots right?
Archer: Alright. This combat is taking too long. Action Surge, Sharpshooter on all four attacks, that’s 22, 23, 21, and 21 to hit?
DM: They all hit
Archer: That’s 1d8+3d6+15 four times…
DM: *proceeds to close his Monster Manual and start folding up his DM screen*