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Who can escape Zarya’s new and improved ult?

Only 3 characters

Orisa, Reaper, and… MERCY (worry not mercy mains)

if you haven’t been at the receiving end of the ptr version of zarya’s ult, then you might not know that most movement abilities are downright blocked by it. 

even Doomfist’s ultimate

which is pretty crazy


Orisa’s fortify still allows her to stroll out of the ult

Reaper can escape using his wraith from but can not shadow step away 

Now Mercy is difficult because now she can’t just guardian angel away. 

BUT she can when she resurrects because of her invincibility! Yes this is not ideal because she won’t get the “big rez” but she can escape

Brand new ptr buffs and nerfs

With Doomfist’s new skins comes a large nerf :( 

Doomfist’s rocket punch has 20% less distance, and his seismic slam will only target ground below him.
Also! Doomfist’s seismic slam now shows you how much damage will be dealt from what height. The numbers will remain no matter which crosshair you choose.
Doomfist cannot bounce off of items while rocket punching
If Doomfist rocket punches towards a charging Reinhardt, both are stunned (instead of only Reinhardt)

McCree has gotten another buff, this time to his flashbang!
Characters speeds are SIGNIFICANTLY slowed when flashbanged (so watch out flankers)

Reaper is now much quieter when he shadowsteps, and it is harder to see when his targeted location.

Reinhardt now swings his hammer 10% faster and should be more responsive.
When two charging Reinhardts collide, neither take damage, but they still stun each other. The same applies to a Reinhardt charge/Doomfist punch collision.

Zarya’s ultimate, Graviton Surge now disables all movement abilities of affected targets much like Junkrat’s trap which means: no charges, flying, blinking, or teleporting away now


These changes affect only the ptr for now, if you like or dislike any of these changes, be vocal about it. Overwatch does listen to its community

On this day in history, 9th of April 1483, King Edward IV died at Westminster Palace. Edward IV was twice king of England, first monarch from the House of York on the English throne.

Edward had fell ill soon after March 30th 1483, made a short recovery and died on April 9th. The cause of his death has been attributed to, amongst other things, pneumonia, thyphoid and appendictis. According to Mancini he “allowed the damp cold to strike his vitals, when one day he was taken in a small boat, with those whom he had bidden go fishing, and watched their sport too eagerly”. The account of the Croyland Chronicler revels that the court was baffled by Edwards illness; when the king took to his bed, he was ‘neither worn out with old age nor seized with any known kind of malady, the cure of which would not have appeared easy in the case of a person of more humble rank’.

By his will, dated 1475, he desired to be buried “in the church of the Collage of Saint George within owre Castell of Wyndesour, by us begoune of newe to bee buylded.’ He was to be buried in a vault with a chapel or closet over it with space for an altar, and tomb with his figure of silver and gilt; or at least of copper and gilt. The will further provided for a chantry of two priests, and for a company of thirteen poor bedesmen to live within the college.

Pictured: 1. Tomb of Edward IV and Elizabeth Woodville is St. George’s Chapel, Windsor 2. Edward IV, portrait from The Queen’s College collection, University of Oxford

anonymous asked:

May you write relationships headcanon for Santana? He need more love TT_TT

Santana relationship hc:

-Doesn’t talk much but is a great listener. He gets most of how he feels out in his body language and touches.

-Loves to brush your hair and have you brush his. Just becareful the horns are sensitive.

-If he gets jealous it’s obvious. He growls and carries you away from the object taking you time. If it’s a person depending how bad it is he’ll either glare at them or eat/absorb them.

-Hates when your mad at him, and does anything he can think to do to get out of trouble.

-Brings home stray cats and some not stray cats. You owr your neighbors an apology about mr.snuffles and somehow have to convince Santana to return them.

-Like fantasy movies, though if their dated in times he was awake he may mumble a few corrections.  It’s a good way to get him to talk more.

-Likes exploring you, physically and mentally. He wants to know you completely.

-Abandonment issues from hell, if he even thinks you might leave him he panics and will physically restrain you if he has to.

-Kinda Yandere because of it but he just rarely gets attached and after his breathren left him you are all he has. Like a child he doesn’t understand he can’t just keep you.

-Will spoil you rotten in physical affection and guestures.

-Gets embaressed when you coo at how cute his horns are.

-When you are sick he acts like your dying. He nevers knows what one is going to do you is. The SWF has had him break in carrying you three times now because you had a cold.

-At this point you gave up trying to stop him and so have they.

-Will help with chores in fact once he is ‘more efficient’ then you he will just do them all.

-except cooking he leaves that to you. And while he doesn’t need human foods he enjoys the various flavors. His favorite modern food this far is Lava cakes.

-Doesn’t trust delivery foods, he just doesn’t and won’t let you have them either. You have to pick it up, eat at a restaurant, or just cook. Usually it’s cooking.

Men do not owe you a thing.

Seeing how women not owing men anything is getting popular, consider this:

Men do not owe you a compliment, especially if they are typically the only ones to do it. Whether you are showing off a new outfit or are simply fishing for compliments, men do not owe you.

Men dont owe you the check. If you go on a date, men do not owe you payment for dinner. They are not obligated to cater to you when you arent willing to do the same.

Men do not owe you sex. Just because you think youre irresistable, doesnt mean guys are obligated to sleep with you. If they say no or show disinterest, deal with it. Dont rely on steroetypes about how males want sex all the time.

Men do not owe you presents. If you arent willing to reciprocate, men do not owe you a gift. Not during a date, not during an annivesarry, not as a make up gift, nothing. If you arent willing to be as considerate, dont expect anything from them.

Men dont owe you pity. You crying does not excuse your actions. That is not a get out of jail free card. If you abuse a child, the man, or are a horrible person, dont expect you crying to make up for that, especially if that is your go to response.

Men dont owe you manners. If you arent willing to do it for them, dont expect them to do but for you. Men dont owe you by holding the door. Men dont owe you by carrying stuff for you, men dont owe you by complimenting you, ect. Men are fine without catering to you.

Men dont owr you silence. If you are sexist, biased, or overall intolerant of someone becaue they are male, men dont owe you silence. Men can call you out just as much as you can call them out. Dont bother with buzzwords to erase their input, dont bother claiming they have it better when you out no effort into seeing how they have it and only have your own stereotypes to fall back on. You say something bad, expect men to say something.

Men do not owe you leniency. If you hit, insult, or overall abuse a man, they dont owe you forgiveness. Be prepared for tge same action tgat another women would give you for the same action. If you sexually harrass a man, he does not owe you a pass. You should be geld just as accountable. This also applies to court cases.

Men do not owe you their lives. Dispite the selective service giving their votes a condition that women dont have to deal with, men are not obligated to sacrifice their lives for you based on gender. Their lives are just as important as yours.

Men do not owe you respect. Respect is earned. You do not get it automatically for being a woman. You get it by showing that you are a person worthy of respect. The same goes for the guy. You are not owed respect because of your gender, especially when you dont reciprocate.

Men dont owe you the time of day, a smile, or leniency.

If women dont owe men anything, then men dont owe women anything.

Of þe erth and of þe cley we haue owr propagacyon.
By þe prouydens of Gode þus be we deryvatt,
To whos mercy I recomende þis holl congrygacyon:
I hope onto hys blysse ye be all predestynatt.
Euery man for hys degre I tust xall be partycypatt.
— 

We are made from earth and clay by God’s providence thus we are created to whose mercy I recommend the whole world.  I hope that I will be admitted into his heaven and that every man shall receive what he deserves accordingly.

(Mankind is an English medieval morality play, written c.1470. The play is a moral allegory about Mankind, a representative of the human race, and follows his fall into sin and his repentance. Its author is unknown.)

anonymous asked:

What do you think about dennisthetall's open letter about Call to Cosplay? (/post/109816188245) He has some words about his competitors attitudes (and I think you mentioned you competed against his team captain on C2C?)

I didn’t know anyone had written anything about this yet! Link here.

But yeah… We were going to wait until after our episode aired to do a write up just so we could wait to see how everything was portrayed. 

Well, maybe we’ll do it now instead. Better that way perhaps? Sorry for spoilers I guess.

Anyway yes, Moon was our ‘competitor’ and pretty much everything Dennis described it true. I feel like I should break it down even further though. Beware, this post is long. 

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Lanna clung Sid sleepily. She had two chemo treatments and shots and it wasn’t even six in the morning yet. On a damn Saturday. She sniffled. “Dada…me no wanna do macheen…owr, owr, shots….dey scawy…” She cried sleepily. Bear whimpered hating to see his tiny human in tears. He brought Lanna’s blue baby blanket to Sid.

Manuscript of the Oxford version of the Agincourt Carol. This song, which is probably of East Anglian origins, was devised in celebration of the victory of the English under Henry V at the Battle of Agincourt (1415) during the Hundred Years’ War with France. A full transcription of the words is below, and here is a link to a rendition of the Carol by Maddy Prior and June Tabor.

Deo gratias Anglia redde pro victoria!
[England, give thanks to God for victory!]

Owre Kynge went forth to Normandy
With grace and myght of chyvalry
Ther God for hym wrought mervelusly;
Wherefore Englonde may call and cry

Chorus
Deo gratias!
Deo gratias Anglia redde pro victoria!


He sette sege, forsothe to say,
To Harflu towne with ryal aray;
That toune he wan and made afray
That Fraunce shal rewe tyl domesday.

Chorus

Then went hym forth, owre king comely,
In Agincourt feld he faught manly;
Throw grace of God most marvelsuly,
He had both feld and victory.

Chorus

Ther lordys, erles and barone
Were slayne and taken and that full soon,
Ans summe were broght into Lundone
With joye and blisse and gret renone.

Chorus

Almighty God he keep owre kynge,
His peple, and alle his well-wyllynge,
And give them grace wythoute endyng;
Then may we call and savely syng:

Chorus

Address to a Haggis

Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face, 

Great chieftain o’ the pudding-race! 
Aboon them a’ yet tak your place, 
Painch, tripe, or thairm: 
Weel are ye wordy o'a grace 
As lang’s my arm. 

The groaning trencher there ye fill, 
Your hurdies like a distant hill, 
Your pin was help to mend a mill 
In time o'need, 
While thro’ your pores the dews distil 
Like amber bead. 

His knife see rustic Labour dight, 
An’ cut you up wi’ ready sleight, 
Trenching your gushing entrails bright, 
Like ony ditch; 
And then, O what a glorious sight, 
Warm-reekin’, rich! 

Then, horn for horn, they stretch an’ strive: 
Deil tak the hindmost! on they drive, 
Till a’ their weel-swall'd kytes belyve 
Are bent like drums; 
Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive, 
Bethankit! hums. 

Is there that owre his French ragout 
Or olio that wad staw a sow, 
Or fricassee wad make her spew 
Wi’ perfect sconner, 
Looks down wi’ sneering, scornfu’ view 
On sic a dinner? 

Poor devil! see him owre his trash, 
As feckles as wither’d rash, 
His spindle shank, a guid whip-lash; 
His nieve a nit; 
Thro’ blody flood or field to dash, 
O how unfit! 

But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed, 
The trembling earth resounds his tread. 
Clap in his walie nieve a blade, 
He’ll mak it whissle; 
An’ legs an’ arms, an’ hands will sned, 
Like taps o’ trissle. 

Ye Pow'rs, wha mak mankind your care, 
And dish them out their bill o’ fare, 
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware 
That jaups in luggies; 
But, if ye wish her gratefu’ prayer 
Gie her a haggis!

Happy Burns Night, everyone!