Do u ever see a description and link to a fanfic on tumblr and think ‘na I don’t want to read fanfic right now’ and then u realize later that it sounded like a really good fic and you just despair because you know you won’t be able to find the post, and then you are randomly browsing through fics and ur like 'this one looks good’ then u come across a sentence you recognize from that description on tumblr and u just think 'I found u, u sneaky fucker’
Apologies for the length. The revenge is sweet though.
I was a contractor with a small business (Company X) that did consulting and other services for bigger companies. I usually worked directly with these bigger companies and was operating largely as a direct employee of Company X, though not on site.
I enjoyed the work but some of the people at Company X were d*cks. Just petty nonsense like talking shit about me in meetings, and for no reason that I could discern. All their clients loved me; I was good for business. They were just being d*cks, like d*cks do. It didn’t matter. Since I was working mostly with Company X’s clients, I didn’t have to spend much time communicating with the d*cks.
Every month I sent my invoice to Company X, and the terms were they had 30 days to send payment. At some point, they promoted their main accounting guy (one of the d*cks, henceforth, D*ck Accountant) and hired a Deputy Accountant, who was put in charge of satisfying invoices, such as mine.
Ooh my first mermaid picture is back from the photography creative night last night. This one is by Walker Photography and I love how to makeup looks! I’m trying really hard to feel positive about the weight I’ve gained from being on steroids for my adrenal problems so I’m hoping the world can accept a disabled, plus size mermaid!
What are other books/series that you'd recommend that are in the same vein as Animorphs?
Honestly, your ask inspired me to get off my butt and finally compile a list of the books that I reference with my character names in Eleutherophobia, because in a lot of ways that’s my list of recommendations right there: I deliberately chose children’s and/or sci-fi stories that deal really well with death, war, dark humor, class divides, and/or social trauma for most of my character names. I also tend to use allusions that either comment on Animorphs or on the source work in the way that the names come up.
That said, here are The Ten Greatest Animorphs-Adjacent Works of Literature According to Sol’s Totally Arbitrary Standards:
1. A Ring of Endless Light, Madeline L’Engle
This is a really good teen story that, in painfully accurate detail, captures exactly what it’s like to be too young to really understand death while forced to confront it anyway. I read it at about the same age as the protagonist, not that long after having suffered the first major loss in my own life (a friend, also 14, killed by cancer). It accomplished exactly what a really good novel should by putting words to the experiences that I couldn’t describe properly either then or now. This isn’t a light read—its main plot is about terminal illness, and the story is bookended by two different unexpected deaths—but it is a powerful one.
2. The One and Only Ivan, K.A. Applegate
This prose novel (think an epic poem, sort of like The Iliad, only better) obviously has everything in it that makes K.A. Applegate one of the greatest children’s authors alive: heartbreaking tragedy, disturbing commentary on the human condition, unforgettably individuated narration, pop culture references, and poop jokes. Although I’m mostly joking when I refer to Marco in my tags as “the one and only” (since this book is narrated by a gorilla), Ivan does remind me of Marco with his sometimes-toxic determination to see the best of every possible situation when grief and anger allow him no other outlet for his feelings and the terrifying lengths to which he will go in order to protect his found family.
3. My Teacher Flunked the Planet, Bruce Coville
Although the entire My Teacher is an Alien series is really well-written and powerful, this book is definitely my favorite because in many ways it’s sort of an anti-Animorphs. Whereas Animorphs (at least in my opinion) is a story about the battle for personal freedom and privacy, with huge emphasis on one’s inner identity remaining the same even as one’s physical shape changes, My Teacher Flunked the Planet is about how maybe the answer to all our problems doesn’t come from violent struggle for personal freedoms, but from peaceful acceptance of common ground among all humans. There’s a lot of intuitive appeal in reading about the protagonists of a war epic all shouting “Free or dead!” before going off to battle (#13) but this series actually deconstructs that message as blind and excessive, especially when options like “all you need is love” or “no man is an island” are still on the table.
4. Moon Called, Patricia Briggs
I think this book is the only piece of adult fiction on this whole list, and that’s no accident: the Mercy Thompson series is all about the process of adulthood and how that happens to interact with the presence of the supernatural in one’s life. The last time I tried to make a list of my favorite fictional characters of all time, it ended up being about 75% Mercy Thompson series, 24% Animorphs, and the other 1% was Eugenides Attolis (who I’ll get back to in my rec for The Theif). These books are about a VW mechanic, her security-administrator next door neighbor, her surgeon roommate, her retail-working best friend and his defense-lawyer boyfriend, and their cybersecurity frenemy. The fact that half those characters are supernatural creatures only serves to inconvenience Mercy as she contemplates how she’s going to pay next month’s rent when a demon destroyed her trailer, whether to get married for the first time at age 38 when doing so would make her co-alpha of a werewolf pack, what to do about the vampires that keep asking for her mechanic services without paying, and how to be a good neighbor to the area ghosts that only she can see.
5. The Thief, Megan Whalen Turner
This book (and its sequel A Conspiracy of Kings) are the ones that I return to every time I struggle with first-person writing and no Animorphs are at hand. Turner does maybe the best of any author I’ve seen of having character-driven plots and plot-driven characters. This book is the story of five individuals (with five slightly different agendas) traveling through an alternate version of ancient Greece and Turkey with a deceptively simple goal: they all want to work together to steal a magical stone from the gods. However, the narrator especially is more complicated than he seems, which everyone else fails to realize at their own detriment.
6. Homecoming, Cynthia Voight
Critics have compared this book to a modern, realistic reimagining of The Boxcar Children, which always made a lot of sense to me. It’s the story of four children who must find their own way from relative to relative in an effort to find a permanent home, struggling every single day with the question of what they will eat and how they will find a safe place to sleep that night. The main character herself is one of those unforgettable heroines that is easy to love even as she makes mistake after mistake as a 13-year-old who is forced to navigate the world of adult decisions, shouldering the burden of finding a home for her family because even though she doesn’t know what she’s doing, it’s not like she can ask an adult for help. Too bad the Animorphs didn’t have Dicey Tillerman on the team, because this girl shepherds her family through an Odysseus-worthy journey on stubbornness alone.
7. High Wizardry, Diane Duane
The Young Wizards series has a lot of good books in it, but this one will forever be my favorite because it shows that weird, awkward, science- and sci-fi-loving girls can save the world just by being themselves. Dairine Callahan was the first geek girl who ever taught me it’s not only okay to be a geek girl, but that there’s power in empiricism when properly applied. In contrast to a lot of scientifically “smart” characters from sci-fi (who often use long words or good grades as a shorthand for conveying their expertise), Dairine applies the scientific method, programming theory, and a love of Star Wars to her problem-solving skills in a way that easily conveys that she—and Diane Duane, for that matter—love science for what it is: an adventurous way of taking apart the universe to find out how it works. This is sci-fi at its best.
8. Dr. Franklin’s Island, Gwyneth Jones
If you love Animorphs’ body horror, personal tragedy, and portrayal of teens struggling to cope with unimaginable circumstances, then this the book for you! I’m only being about 80% facetious, because this story has all that and a huge dose of teen angst besides. It’s a loose retelling of H.G. Wells’s classic The Island of Doctor Moreau, but really goes beyond that story by showing how the identity struggles of adolescence interact with the identity struggles of being kidnapped by a mad scientist and forcibly transformed into a different animal. It’s a survival story with a huge dose of nightmare fuel (seriously: this book is not for the faint of heart, the weak of stomach, or anyone who skips the descriptions of skin melting and bones realigning in Animorphs) but it’s also one about how three kids with a ton of personal differences and no particular reason to like each other become fast friends over the process of surviving hell by relying on each other.
9. Sideways Stories from Wayside School, Louis Sachar
Louis Sachar is the only author I’ve ever seen who can match K.A. Applegate for nihilistic humor and absurdist horror layered on top of an awesome story that’s actually fun for kids to read. Where he beats K.A. Applegate out is in terms of his ability to generate dream-like surrealism in these short stories, each one of which starts out hilariously bizarre and gradually devolves into becoming nightmare-inducingly bizarre. Generally, each one ends with an unsettling abruptness that never quite relieves the tension evoked by the horror of the previous pages, leaving the reader wondering what the hell just happened, and whether one just wet one’s pants from laughing too hard or from sheer existential terror. The fact that so much of this effect is achieved through meta-humor and wordplay is, in my opinion, just a testament to Sachar’s huge skill as a writer.
10. Magyk, Angie Sage
As I mentioned, the Septimus Heap series is probably the second most powerful portrayal of the effect of war on children that I’ve ever encountered; the fact that the books are so funny on top of their subtle horror is a huge bonus as well. There are a lot of excellent moments throughout the series where the one protagonist’s history as a child soldier (throughout this novel he’s simply known as “Boy 412″) will interact with his stepsister’s (and co-protagonist’s) comparatively privileged upbringing. Probably my favorite is the moment when the two main characters end up working together to kill a man in self-defense, and the girl raised as a princess makes the horrified comment that she never thought she’d actually have to kill someone, to which her stepbrother calmly responds that that’s a privilege he never had; the ensuing conversation strongly implies that his psyche has been permanently damaged by the fact that he was raised to kill pretty much from infancy, but all in a way that is both child-friendly and respectful of real trauma.
Being a gentleman isn’t a pompous attitude or expensive clothes. Nor is it suave talk and standing tall. It’s the best mix of your character, treating others well, and presenting yourself as a man others want to follow. This is the essence of how to be a gentleman.
Chivalry isn’t dead
It may seem like it, so you’ll need to revive it. This not only applies to the lady in your life, but other people you meet as well. Going out of your way to treat people well is important. Carrying yourself in an accommodating a “serving” way is rare, valuable, and will make you stand out. Here’s what you can do: Open the door for people. Holding the door open for an old lady or a young man still makes you stand out as a gentleman. Go out of your way to be considerate of people.
Being a gentleman is more than cleaning up the cursing, but sounding intelligent without coming off as arrogant. We each have our own unique style and personal vernacular. But improving and expanding your vocabulary will make you into a better communicator. The ability to paint elaborate pictures in your acquaintance’s minds is a sought after trait. Find what you’re willing to die for Don’t go through life living only for today or tomorrow. Find an aim bigger than money. Seek out a purpose, and run hard after it. I find that people that I respect as gentlemen have something to live for.
Improve your recognition of social cues
Whether or not you’re a social butterfly doesn’t mean you can’t improve. People that are extremely introverted sometimes need to take pause and read social cues. Am I stepping on anyones toes or making people feel left out? Do I move from one person/group to another so fast people think my substance is paper thin? If you’re of the more chill temperament, it doesn’t mean you can’t grow. My name, Todd, in Middle English (spoken about 1,000 years ago) means “the watcher”, “watchful one”, or the “fox”. I actually consider myself by nature a more reserved person. But by observing other’s social cues, I’ve been able to pick up on how to interact with a wide array of people. Most people upon first meeting me would think I’m pretty extroverted, whereas I’m pretty introverted to the core. People who are awkward or come off as rude have one core problem in my mind. And it’s not that they aren’t able to be cool people. It’s that they think of themselves and are absorbed in their own world so much they don’t listen and pay attention to people’s words and body language. Learning what people mean by more than what they say will help you go further in your friendships and professionally.
Be Quick to Forgive
A man who is slow to forgive is…well, less of a man. Be quick to show mercy. Give people grace for mistakes. Be understanding. Show compassion. Don’t have a heavy hand with your kids or other family members.
Say “No” more
People respect someone who knows what they want—and what they don’t. Saying “no” makes your “yes” mean so much more. If you haven’t learned to say “No”, you might be living as a Yes Man. Who wants to be that guy? Especially when you are so overcommitting yourself you’re known as a flake. If you find yourself saying “yes” to overextending yourself, it’s time to summon the will to say “no”.
Saying “Yes” more
If you’re afraid of commitment, it’s time to take the dive and start giving more of yourself to people. Whether that’s saying “yes” to helping a friend move, just getting out more, spending more time with friends, or gaining different experiences, it might be time to step out into the wild a little more.
Say “Hello” more
We admire people who exude confidence and aren’t afraid to reach out and connect with people. Saying “hello” to a stranger you rub shoulders with on the train, in an office, or at the grocery store is a great way to increase your social skills—and meet new people. Have you ever wanted to introduce yourself to a cute girl in the most random of places? If you’re not in the rhythm of shooting from the hip and building rapport with random strangers, it’s gonna be hard to summon that off-the-cuff confidence to get talkative with a hot stranger. Practice saying “hello” and showing yourself friendly. You’ll be surprised by some of the cool people you’ll meet along the way.
Travel more and expand your experiences
Expanding your experiences and where you’ve been gives you great stories as you grow being a gentleman. Growing more cultured widens you’re understanding of the world–and others–and helps you to be less assuming or quick to judge. And it’s always nice to tell people about that one time you jumped off a moving train in India.
Speak Well of Others
When learning how to be a gentleman, it’s less about “me” or “I”. It’s about others. Them. Carrying yourself in a way that esteems others will earn you esteem. Want to stand out? Speak well of others in their presence, and away from them as well. People will take note. The man who can give specific and exacting praise is worthy of receiving it himself. Talk about their interests, not yours
Again, learning how to be a gentleman is about others. Growing your listening skills is paramount to being regarded as a gentleman. But learning to ask great questions that draw a person out of their shell is important as well.
Tell stories with a point
Everyone loves a good story teller. And just because I suggest you guide conversation by asking people about them, rather than talking about you, doesn’t mean you should be a hard nut to crack. People love good stories that share some adventure, and insight about who you are. Know what stories about yourself people are most interested in. When telling a story, remember that you’re not telling your life story. Share stories that have a point and an end. Have you ever felt trapped in a conversation with someone telling a story that really wasn’t a story? They weren’t actually even talking with you, they were talking at you? That’s a person telling a story with no point or purpose. I’m guilty of this. And I sometimes wonder if we do it for our own catharsis–to process aloud with someone in the hopes of “feeling better”. It’s cool to do that with your therapist or close friend, but don’t use the random stranger at a party to have a cathartic moment. Be a gentleman!
Stand up straight
Now onto how to be a gentleman in how you carry yourself. No man wants to be regarded as a slouch. Standing up firm and strong isn’t just good for your health, but good for your confidence. There really is a physical/mental connection with posture. And people can see it. A person cowering or hunched is viewed as weak. A man who stands tall is regarded as having confidence. Pay attention to your posture, and stand up straight.
Wash your clothes
Back in poor days of living in a dorm, I ran across an expert in the laundry room who had sage wisdom for me. He let me in on how to cut my laundry coin usage in half: “You don’t need to wash your clothes, just put them in the dryer with a dryer sheet. I mean, when I take them out they smell just as clean as when I wash them as when I don’t.” And I don’t remember who that charming young lad was. Nor do I remember anyone thinking he was the sharpest dressing gentleman out there either. Gross. Wash your clothes. Clean stains–including the collar of your neck. And iron those shirts man! Be a gentleman!
Get a grown-up email address
Wildstallion1999@hotmail.com isn’t the way to present yourself when applying for a job. It’s also not the most savvy way to interact with new friends. Being sharp and looking on your game sometimes takes putting away some childish things. Go ahead and keep your fave teenage email address, but for those people you’re aiming to be a gentleman around, keep it classy.
Make a man out of your online social imprint
A man’s online social profile reaches far and wide. When potential employers want to know more about you, do not doubt that it’s likely they’ll look you up on your favorite social network. Having a goofy profile picture with your family is great. But looking like a drunken sailor or a Jersey-licious club rat won’t score you extra points with the classy young lady you want to pursue, or those that you want to recognize you as being a gentleman.
Give your word and keep it
Being a gentleman requires your yes meaning yes, and your no being no. When you tell someone you’re going to do something–do it. Even when it costs you. Improve your penmanship
I’m an absolute hypocrite on this point. My handwriting has not changed since 6th grade. Considering I barely handwrite anymore, considering all the tech we use, my scribbles are probably in severe decline. It is so bad more than once I’ve asked an assistant to handwrite a post-it note to the president of my organization so I wouldn’t have to hand him something illegible. Thinking about it still makes me smirk today but probably isn’t the most gentlemanly practice.
Mind Your Manners
I’m not the most savvy when it comes to perfect etiquette. What side of your plate does the big fork go on? How do I tie a cummerbund? How do you impress really old rich people?? What I do try to pay attention to is being accommodating. If you’re with people you’re familiar with, be warm to the new persons and make them feel included. Are you around a new group of people? Don’t pull out your latest gag routine. Keep things simple until you’ve figured out the the personalized subculture of the group you are hanging with. Find out what’s important to them, what behavior is appropriate to the situation, and present yourself in the best light. I hope it’d be needless to say, but belching in front of ladies you want to show respect rarely garners you some. Using words like “Excuse me” and “Thank you” go a long way. Ask before taking. And instead of ordering someone to do something, ask them if they’ll do you a favor. On a note that I’m sure any restaurant servers out there will appreciate, showing kindness to those in any service industry will distinguish you. But don’t do it to be distinguished. Show kindness and patience to those making your coffee, serving your food, installing your cable, or fixing your car.
Nix the my way or the highway attitude
People who are adamant and demanding they get their way almost always sound like alpha-douches. Or large babies. Instead of being pushy and consistently trying to get what you want, concede to what others want. Nothing spoils chilling with a group of people more than the whiner who’s only going to be happy if the crowd does what they want. If that’s ever been you, take note. I guarantee people remember that moment you had to have your way.
Mind the details
It’s easy for any of us to be forgetful. And it’s easy to forgive ourselves when we are. When others are forgetful? We’re not so merciful. Show others you care by remembering not only the big things–but the little things. Doing this at your workplace as well will only help your touted reputation as knowing how to be a gentleman.
If you’re chief love language isn’t giving of gifts and connecting with people through acts of service, it will take repeated mental note-taking to give more effort in this area. But few things shout “gentleman” more than a thoughtful note or gift to a lady love or friend. Whether it’s a special occasion or they need a pick-me-up. Don’t neglect to think about your bros too. If a buddy is down, make sure to be there to cheer them up. You can get them some gentleman gifts as well.
Being a Gentleman
This is only the beginning on our path to being a gentleman. Improving yourself doesn’t happen overnight. As we’re already a couple of months into 2017, have you probably decided on any areas you want to focus and improve on this year? It’s a great aim to look better, talk well, and dress sharper. But making yourself into a better man is more than just improving the physical details. It’s about cultivating your core. Find what you’re passionate about, and run after it. Find who you want to become, and chase it. Find out where in your character you’re deficient, and work on it. Let’s face our fears and grow into better men this year. Not everyone can be a hero, but everyone can be a gentleman. It’s a choice.
I adored what you had to say on how some adjustments in meaning really change how Kokichi comes across in the English version of V3. REALLY important question: Kokichi hates murder. So what was his motivation for the events of the chapter four trial? What are the circumstances of his decisions? He clearly established himself as someone who walks the line, but is there a difference for him between having a line and killing, going against one of his core values? Was he testing the game? What's up?
So many Chapter 4 questions, so little time. Thankfully, it’s
one of my favorite chapters in any DR game so I don’t mind talking about it at
I hope it’s okay if I answer all of these in one big post! I
get a lot of questions about Chapter 4 specifically (as you can see) and I
thought it’d be best if I try to address all the points in common that these
questions have. I’ll try to hit the main points, which are: “Why did Ouma get
two people killed if he’s morally against murder?”, “Why didn’t Ouma let
everyone vote wrong in the trial and get them all killed to put them out of
their misery?”, and “Was Ouma’s reaction just before Gonta’s execution genuine or not?”
I’ve written quite a few pieces of meta with regards to
Chapter 4 in the past, the most recent of which might help clear up the first
of these points (and a little bit of the second)! The post is here, if anyone’s
In any case, I’ll try to make this my big “what went down in
Chapter 4” post, but I will be discussing spoilers for Chapters 5 and 6 as
well, so anyone who hasn’t reached the second half of the game should only read
if they’re okay with that.
Hey all! So, the votes are in, and people want me to introduce myself.
Hey :) My name is Rekina! I’m from a small town In Saskatchewan where aliens invading would be the least strange thing Ive seen. It wouldn’t even crack the top ten. I’m 19, and working as a reporter at my local radio station (Yes I go on air, yes it’s fun)
I’m a story teller by nature and by choice! I’m working on finishing and getting my first novel published. I just passed 45,000 words this morning. I’m also an avid reader, and I love music. I love to sing, and i play trumpet!
As most of you have probably seen, i tend to end up in some bizarre situations, and I decided to share them with the world so you can all laugh at my pain.
I’m one of those people who went from hating everything about themselves to high self esteem and confidence. I interview bands and politicians without a problem, usually sassing their heads off and generally being witty.
I figure introductions are best accompanied by pictures to get a feel for who I am.
some days i look like this:
and sometimes this
But then i also tend to look like this
and even this
You could definitely say I am a goof ball.
I’m very adventurous, which often leads to my strange situations. I’m a Gryfindor, and a Thunderbird (The reckless house and the reckless house dammit) I love hiking, photography, and cliff jumping!
I do a lot of travelling, and I always have a tendency to go off the beaten path
I am also a absolute klutz, which has lead to me almost dying many times
Yeah I almost tumbled off the top of Arthurs Seat, Edinburgh. Not particularly high, but it still would have sucked.
While i often find myself in many dangerous situations, I have a tendency to never actually get hurt. Survived a stingray: check! Got chased of a 40ft cliff by a angry chicken: sprained my ankle, but totally fine. Usually i end up in these situations by my own stupidity. For example:
So in this photo I made my travel buddy sit on my legs (as this is a very steep hill) so i could dangle over the edge and get a picture of some cool scottish grass.(Cough, nerd!) She snapped this photo to show photographers do ridiculous things to get a photo. However i didn’t check out the area first. At first I though the grass was just poking me extra hard, cause my arms and chest were stinging. It wasn’t grass
I had laid in a patch of stinging nettle which like poison ivy for those who don’t know. This was at the beginning of our trek to the top, so i just kinda dealt with it. I was covered in itchy red welts and blisters for the better part of 5hrs ( we moved slow because one of our companions was on crutches. I physically had to push her butt up in some spots, but we made it)
Due to my own stupidity i also almost fell off the Cliffs of Moher. (800foot cliffs in ireland) I wanted to see what they looked like straight down, crawled right to the edge, and stuck my chest over to take a picture looking straight down. This, however wasn’t the problem.
The sea breeze was so strong, that had I not been from Saskatchewan I would have toppled right over the edge. People behind me were screaming, “WE’LL CATCH YOU DON’T WORRY” as they, themselves are getting knocked about by the wind. I just kinda rock forward and look back like”chill ya;ll ive watered plants in worse than this” Because saskatchewan is windy af and i swear we are built with anchors in our feet because wind just does not phase us.
I’m a sassy lil canadian reportre, enjoying this incredible aliens and humans trope. And this is me!
How Any Brown Sugar Baby Can Turn a Vanilla Man Into Her SD
It is the question that I’ve been asked the most:
Hi Shea! I love your blog and all of the advice you give! But I don’t see anything about how to turn a vanilla man that you meet into an SD. Do you have any advice on how to do that?
Best friend, I do have a few thoughts on it. In fact, it’s one of the topics that consume my mind the most. I haven’t wanted to speak on it because I wasn’t quite sure of my answers. I am now. I’m sure that some of what I’m saying is going to be controversial and make a few of you roll your eyes. I’m sure that some of you are going to find what I have to say discouraging, so discouraging in fact that you ignore and continue to send me messages hoping that I’m going to give you an easy quick answer. However, I’ve committed to telling the truth here no matter how embarrassed, nervous, or scared it may make me. I can’t change that commitment now.
The Truth Is You Can’t Make an Ordinary Man a Sugar Daddy
Be honest about your standards. Know how you can be treated. Know how you can be talked to. Know what your red flags and your causes for immediate dismissal are. Know what places you’ll eat in, what activities you’ll participate in.
Once You’ve Set Your Standards Don’t Deviate From Them
Your standards are iron clad. You do not adjust your deal breakers for a man because you’re tired of looking. You don’t do it because he promised you something great. We don’t do shit for free. You have made rules for who you are and how you will exist in the sugar bowl. If a man does not want to follow them if he ridicules or mocks you, if he attempts to talk you out of them, don’t engage. It is not your job to educate him or explain to him why you’re doing what you’re doing. It is your job to get paid. Time is money. Stop wasting it on a man that already told you he can’t give you what you want and go find a man that can. And understand that if you waiver in your standards and deal breakers, he will too. Why should he respect something when you don’t?
Don’t Be Afraid to Open Your Mouth and Ask
You have a man that has been amenable to whatever you want so far. He has agreed to dinner in the place you suggested. While there, he didn’t give signs that he was cheap and out of his depth. Now what? Well, the answer to that question is both simple and difficult. If you are desperate for money or help, this won’t work for you. Tell the man about your dreams and hopes. Tell him about the things you want to accomplish in the next month. Talk about the problems you have (but only if you can do it in a way that doesn’t make you seem like a charity case in need of rescuing. If you can’t do this keep quiet. Don’t bombard him on the first date with tales of woe about your family and living situation) and the solutions you have for them. Be excited about it all. Be infectious and bubbly. Be ready to conquer the world. That type of enthusiasm is intoxicating.
I told one of my gift daddy’s about my laptop being broken and how hurt about it I was because I really wanted to build my blog (this one!) and eventually write a novel. In fact, I’d already looked into the writing process. He showed up with a laptop within a week or two.
I did not get the gifts that I got because I am a master at the sugar game. In fact, I admit over and over how many mistakes I make. I got those gifts because I was excited about my dreams. I was vocal about them. I sought their opinions and made them feel like an integral part of my team. I got them invested. No one likes to hand out money to strangers. No one likes to give away money. But when they feel they’re investing in a person or relationship? People love that. Use it. Open up your mouth and talk about what you need and why.
Don’t Be Afraid to Let Go of the Wrong Men
I’ve said it already but it bears repeating. Let these men go. The moment you feel like they aren’t a good fit, the second you realize they have no intention of providing you with what you need, the instant they disrespect you or your time. You didn’t become a sugar baby to waste your time. You became a sugar baby to get paid. Stop wasting time with the wrong men. I don’t want to hear your excuses or complaints. Why? Because you’re just staying with that man because it’s comfortable. You’re just there because you’re tired of working and you just want a break. Pull your shit together. Get back to work bitch. Sugaring ain’t easy. If it were, everyone would be doing it. You said you wanted in this life. It’s time to fucking act like it. Dump that loser and go find the man that falls over himself to give you what you need for as long as you decide you need him.
Best friend, is some of this harsh? Yeah. Yeah, it is. But I’m telling you this because you need to hear it. I’m doing it because I love you and I want to see all of your wildest dreams come true. You can do anything you set your mind to as long as you pick yourself up and do the work. You’ve got this. Send me a message or leave a note in the comments letting me know what you think.
So this is like one of my favorite moments in Fantastic Beasts–I know, it’s tiny! But hear me out:
What Newt does and says and his body language says so much!!!
First off, he, out of anyone in the world, knows fullwell that this isn’t a good place to release the Swooping Evil.
He spends all his time studying and working with animals that wizards don’t appreciate and couldn’t care for (and even want to kill), and he does this all alone because he doesn’t really fit in with people.
Then here comes Jacob, who knows like nothing! Newt has no problem just scooping him up and inviting him along, even though it’s illegal. And now, he finally has someone to show his lifelong passion to, who will find it interesting and wondrous, instead of unusual or weird.
You can tell by Newt’s body language in this scene, that he’s (very privately) been internally dying to show the Swooping Evil off to someone–though he would never voice or acknowledge that out loud (probably because of previous negative reactions). But you can tell, even just in this gif, that he’s daydreamed about it for weeks or months. His inner (perhaps childlike) self thinks this thing is sick!! And he’s been dying to share it!!
But Newt is not a boastful or loud person. He wouldn’t draw attention to that fact (he’s a Hufflepuff and also has been stigmatized in his society). No. But look at his body language–his back is to Jacob and he flings that beast out at him. It’s like he’s daydreamed about and yearned for this moment so much, he’s staged it!! That’s not the body language of someone who wants to gently show Jacob a Swooping Evil, that’s the body language of someone who thinks this thing is freaking sweet!! And has been internally, perhaps subconsciously dying to show it off. And if you don’t believe me, look close and you can see that tiny little smile/smirk he’s sort of hiding from Jacob.
Newt totally eats this thing up, but it’s like he doesn’t want anyone to know just how much so.
And then he says (sort of trying to hide his smile), “Probably shouldn’t let it loose in here.” When he knows full well he shouldn’t have, but he just feels the need to say that to downplay the reality that he just really wanted to share this thing with someone. Because to be so openly passionate about it is too much of a risk, too vulnerable, because of past rejections. No, he needs to almost play dumb so he takes 0 risks at being made fun of for loving this–even with Jacob, who is his best bet who won’t make fun of him (because he doesn’t know better)
The subtext is this like three-second moment kills me with it’s perfection. It’s freaking brilliant.
SERIESWARNINGS: smoking, alcohol, [ slight ] sexual harassment, crime, vulgar language
WORD COUNT: 426
A/N: this is my first imagine / scenario / book (?) on tumblr! feel free to send me suggestions, advice, and anything of the sort! enjoy!
SUMMARY: just like a story, the world has a plan for everyone. that plan is simple: find your soulmate, and begin your life. y/n never found life that simple, being that the mark never appeared on her wrist. a rare occurrence, and it itself told a tale. her soulmate is one in a few billion, and their bond would be everlasting. the only problem? hoseok is a member of the most wanted gang in the south korea, and he will do anything to have his soulmate by his side.
Parties had never been my thing, which explained why I hadn’t ever attended more than two in my entire university experience. The crowded space would always smell of strong liquor, and the scent would immediately make me nauseous. The grinding bodies would have no limit, and whoever was attached to you would do whatever it took to make you theirs. Smoke would be in the air, and I found myself desiring the heat produced by my shower. The feeling of being youthful never intrigued me, which confused everyone in my life. I didn’t desire another person, or even the soul that I was destined to be with. That’s why everyone calls our meeting fate.
The stuffy atmosphere would immediately twist my stomach into knots, but my roommate insisted I stayed. She must have saw the worry in my almond eyes, being that she grabbed my wrist. I was unable to leave, and she used her ability to drag me into the pool of bodies. A hand grazed my ass, but I was quickly chauffeured away. My heart pounded viciously in my chest, and the world seemed to be spinning quickly. My life had been rushing past me quickly, and standing in the last party of my senior year of college, I felt no sense of nostalgia.
I didn’t know it then, but he was standing not one hundred footsteps away from me. The man who would forever change my perspective. He was smoking a cigarette, something I was against based on knowledge. He was laughing with his closest friends, the boys who would take me in as their sister. He was as oblivious as me, although he had searched for much longer. My opposite, some could say. The boy who was able to take me out of my slump, and introduce me to the side of Seoul I was unaware of. He was standing as close as ever, and that marked two people present in the space who had not received the etched initials on their wrist.
A bond that would be unbroken. The strength of two people from completely different sides of town. The breathless glance between two strangers, who had known each other their entire life without even being introduced to one another. The feeling of everything at once, like a puzzle piece finally returning after being lost. He was everything and more, but I didn’t know that then.
Standing in the last party of my senior year of college, he was nothing more than a member of BTS, the most wanted gang in South Korea.
I enjoyed it. When you told me I was going to be *air quotes* “losing my virginity”, I didn’t think you meant showing me Raiders of the Lost Ark for the first time.
Sorry, I should have said you were about to have your world rocked on my couch. Anyway, thanks for watching it, it’s one of my all-time favorites.
It was very entertaining, despite the glaring story problem.
...Story problem? You, oh, Cas, what a clueless little angel you are. Raiders of the Lost Ark is the love child of Steven Spielberg and George Lucas, two of the most gifted filmmakers of our generation. I’ve watched it 36 times, I defy you to find a story problem. Here’s my jaw: drop it.
All right. Indiana Jones plays no role in the outcome of the story. If he weren’t in the film, it would turn out exactly the same.
Oh, I see your confusion. You don’t understand. Indiana Jones was the one in the hat with the whip.
No, I do, and if he weren’t in the movie, the Nazis would have still found the ark, taken it to the island, opened it up, and all died, just like they did.
I have a love for meth that no one can understand.
And nothing in this world can make me feel the way she can.
Since the first time I met her I knew she was the one.
Never questioning or judging me despite the things I’ve done.
No matter what I’m going through, I know she’s always there.
Like two peas in a pod, I think we make the perfect pair.
When I’m with her, I’m invincible, having not the slightest fear.
She fills my head with lies, so my problems seem to disappear.
And sometimes she leaves me lonely, so much I’ve wished for death.
And fills me with diabolical voices who scream madness in my head.
But like I said before and repeat but once again,
No one understands unless they’ve been through where I’ve been.
On the brink of insanity filled with anger, rage, and hate.
On the path of a dead man or another prison inmate.
But be that as it may, either prison life or death,
Nothing will ever break this bond of love for my darling Crystal Meth.
And as she slowly takes my life I bid farewell goodbye.
But you can bet your bottom dollar on my deathbed I’ll be high.
“I always thought quicksand was gonna be a much bigger problem than it turned out to be”
“if you watch cartoons, quicksand is like the third biggest thing you have to worry about in adult life behind real sticks of dynamite and anvils falling on you from the sky.”
“I think I’m becoming more like my mom. I was watching Access Hollywood, and one of the reporters said ‘up next we have and exclusive interview with Sandra Bullock’s former husband, Jesse James.’ And out loud I went ‘uhg! This oughta be good!’”
“One time I was in bed and my dad came in and said ‘good night (name) did you brush your teeth?’ And I said ‘yes’ but here’s the thing… I hadn’t.”
“If the court reporter reads back my remarks you will see that I did not purger myself.”
“She would just make wild accusations all day long and wait for something to stick.”
“My mom would blame me for things that happened on the news. That is true.”
“(Name) I have been here all night! You can feel the tv, it’s warm.”
“Luckily I had a good alibi because I was in Wisconsin and twelve.”
“My brothers and sisters and I had this babysitter when we were kids and I was in love with her.”
“Why was she in charge?!”
“That’s just like hiring a slightly bigger child.”
“That would be like if you were going out of town for the week and you paid a horse to watch your dog.”
“Why do people shush animals? They’ve never spoken.”
“This is the height of luxury!”
“Lost in New York? The streets are numbered! How did you get lost in New York?”
“It’s a grid system motherfucker. Where you at? 24th and 5th? Where you wanna go? 35th and 6th? 11 up and 1 over you simple bitch.”
“When I was in grade school I was bullied for being Asian American and… the biggest problem with that… is that I am not Asian american.”
“On the first day that he met me, the guy that is now my best friend went home and said ‘papa, today I met a boy with no eyes’ and that was me.”
“Thirteen year olds are the meanest people in the world. They terrify me to this day.”
“8th graders will make fun of you but in an accurate way.”
“No! that’s the thing I’m sensitive about!”
“First off: no.”
“If you’re comparing the badness of two words and you won’t even say one of them, that’s the worse word.”
“Midgets were never enslaved! Unless you count the Wonka factory!”
“It was really easy to get away with murder before they knew about DNA.”
“Here’s how easy it was to get away with bank robbery back in the 30s: as long as you weren’t still there when the police arrived, you had a 99% chance of getting away with it.”
“Oh good it has a mind of its own, that’s very reassuring.”
“It’s 100% easier not to do things, and so much fun not to do them. Especially when you were supposed to do them.”
“In terms of like instant relief, canceling plans is like heroin.”
“I’ve never been killed by hit men, so I don’t know what it’s like in the moments right before you’re killed by hit men, but I bet it’s not unlike when you’re on the subway and you realize that a mariachi band is about to start playing.”
“It doesn’t have to be right, it just has to be short.”
“A hero is any man that does his job.”
“A bozo is any man that cheats on his wife.”
“I went into the room to get the massage and the woman there told me to undress to my comfort level. So I put on a sweater and a pair of corduroy pants, and I felt safe.”
“Hey mister! I found your treasure!”
“If I got a plate of crack for the table would you have some?”
“I have a girlfriend now myself, which is weird because I’m probably gay, based on how I act and behave and have walked and talked for 28 years.”
“I think I was supposed to be gay. I think in heaven they built like three quarters of a gay person and they forgot to flip the final switch and just sent me out.”
“Everyone get out of my way! I just wanna sit here and feed my birds.”
“You want me to do what?”
“We’ve been going pretty hot and heavy lately, I think it’s time we brought in two older catholic people.”
“I listen to everything my girlfriend says. I don’t mean she bosses me around, I just mean that before I had a girlfriend, I never had someone who was always standing next to me and could just point out obvious things that are happening.”
“I don’t look like someone who used to do anything.”
“Oh hey, (name), would you like an old turnip we found in a cabinet? Would that be good for you? Would you like that? I know you don’t drink!”
“I’m really sorry about last night, I was just so drunk.”
“I’m really sorry about last night, it’s just that I’m mean and loud. It probably will happen again.”
“I don’t drink anymore because I used to drink too much and I would black out and ‘ruin parties’ –or so I’m told.”
“ I was 20 and I was at a party at someone’s house and I blacked out drinking and someone came out of one of the rooms at this party holding an old antique bottle with some liquid in it and they said ‘hey, is this whiskey or perfume?’ And apparently I grabbed it, drank all of it and said ‘it’s perfume.’ And it was.”
“(name) was an asshole and one weekend he and his wife decided to leave town, which you should never do if you’re an asshole.”
“Okay, lets go over there and destroy the place.”
“I walked into this party, everyone I had ever met was there and everyone was drinking like it was the end of the world.”
“People were drinking like it was the civil war and a doctor was coming to saw our legs off.”
“They had a pool table in the basement, one kid got a running start and threw his body onto the pool table and broke it in half.”
“I’m standing in the basement and I’m holding a red cup - you’ve seen movies - and I’m starting to black out. And I guess someone said like ‘something something police’ and in a brilliant moment of word association, I shouted ‘FUCK DUH POLICE’ and everyone else joined in. A hundred white, drunk children yelling ‘fuck. duh. police’ with the confidence of guys that have like already been to jail and aren’t afraid of it anymore.”
“My friend – who is now a father, this man now has a baby – grabbed a 40, smashed it on the ground and yelled ‘SCATTER!’ And everyone ran in different directions.”
“I ran into the laundry room and hopped up onto the washing machine and climbed out a window into the back yard and I’m running through the back yard and there’s this huge chain link fence and I thought ‘I have never climbed a fence that high before!’ And then I woke up and home.“
“And I said ‘no’ you know, like a liar.”
“And I had that thought, that only black out drunks and Steve Urkel can have: did I do that? I figured no, I wouldn’t have done that, but I was never sure.”
“he takes me into his bedroom and then he takes me into a side room off of his bedroom- never a good thing to have.”
“WHY? WHY DO YOU DO THIS?”
“Because it’s the one thing you can’t replace.”
“That’s the end of that story but how fucked up is that?”
“I was going into my building late at night and in front of my building I saw a wheel chair knocked over on its side, with no one in it. That’s a bad thing to see. Something happened there, you hope it was a miracle, but probably not.”
“That wasn’t what I was telling you, but alright, let’s talk about this entirely new topic.”
“Excuse me, I am homeless, I am gay, I have AIDS and I’m new in town.”
“That is not the most dramatic thing that you just said.”
“Hey would you help me out? I’m very gay, I’d like a few dollars.”
“Yeah that’s the type of lowbrow shit I’m looking for.”
Dragons of Tarkir: the culmination of the last block in the old (old) model, before Wizards of the Coast made the switch to the two-set (or two-block, if you will) model (before they switched again. But, I’m getting off-track); it was an oddball of a thing, for many reasons. One of them is that the idea that birthed the block was “let’s make a block where the first and last set are drafted with the middle one but not with each other” (creative initially thought of a massive ship/vehicle carrying the story from one place to another across a plane, but opted for time-travel shenanigans instead). But Dragons specifically was weird because of how the fans reacted. WotC had the block planned so that the first set would get people hyped for dragons, and then the second set would ease them into it and the third one would throw as much flying lizard goodness at the players as they could. Why? Because Dragons are the base’s favorite creature type, and they have been for a long time. Seemed like a solid plan.
There were two issues, from what I can tell, or even one if you want to lump them in together, in their plan. Because instead of getting a crescendo of hype from fans, the enthusiasm of fans for the first set of the block can not only compete but, in many cases, even trounce that which the last set received. Now, notice that I am not talking about gameplay here. Yes, megamorph was a thing, and I suppose that if you look at the broad picture that might’ve contributed somewhat to this phenomenon, but I’m referring mostly to the vorthos and worldbuilding aficionados.
Also note that this post isn’t meant to whine about the decisions that were made in regards to this block or to claim I would’ve done better. I’m writing it because it’s something that’s been sitting at the back of my brain for a while and I want to get it out there. Anyways. I said that I believed there were two or one major problems with this plan. Let’s spell them out:
You just have a natural tendency to run away from your problems. Including your eon-long crush on Yoongi.
fluff + comedy, 2.6k words, yoongi/reader, college au
vaguely register that Taehyung is asking you a question about some date he’s
planning for his girlfriend, but you can’t be bothered to listen. There are
more important and immediate issues at hand for you right now. “Yeah, sure,” you
say distractedly, not even knowing what you’ve just agreed to. Yoongi’s just
sent you a Tumblr post of cute animals and you’re too busy squealing over the
adorableness and also the fact that oh
my god Yoongi is texting me.
You’ve only been crushing on him
for like two years. Maybe more. He’s also probably the only reason why you
still try to remain relevant in the world instead of fully accepting the void
with open arms.
“You’re not really paying
attention to me, are you?”
You finally look up from your
phone. Taehyung’s pouting at you over his own burger; the kid barged into your
dorm twenty minutes ago with food and about a million questions. “Uh, sorta?
Ish?” You give him a nervous smile. He sighs.
“Whatever, it’s okay. I’ll just
ask someone else.”
“I don’t understand why you’re
freaking out so much about this though,” you say, picking up your burger. “It’s
not like it’s your first date with her anything; you guys have been dating for
a few months. It doesn’t have to be all that perfect right?”
Taehyung regards you for a
minute. “It’s my one year
anniversary with her.”
Okay, so maybe you don’t
do a very good job at staying relevant and connected to the social world. You
stare at him in utter shock. “Wh-Uh, yeah. I know. O-Of course.”