p: i want your face

Idk why people always portray Alfred as such a righteous and selfless guy like guys I need a fic where he is willing to sell out his friends just because someone gave him a shit load of money. I NEED A FIC WHERE AT FIRST HE SEEM LIKE SUCH A GOOD GUY BUT THEM THIS HANDSOME BUT VERY BAD PERSON COMES UP AND SEDUCES HIM and not with his good looks but WITH MONEY

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Yep, I’m still taking these, don’t worry!

I think Marvin has no idea how to react to Jackie getting protective/aggressive the first couple times it happens

The gambler's face cracks into a grin: ramblings about gambling

One of the most epic games I’ve ever played was a game of poker where the goal somehow shifted from “let’s see who can win this hand” to “let’s see who can cheat in a most outrageous, obvious, and ridiculous way”. We didn’t arrange it, it happened spontaneously. I guess it helped that we were drunk, we were friends, we were playing for peanuts, and none of us was tempted to take this remotely seriously.

Terrible sleight of hand checks were made. Extra cards were flying all over the place, falling from sleeves and pockets or appearing crumbled (“well I was sitting on it”). People were having trouble keeping only 5 cards in their hand. Some ignored the whole “playing” business and focused on stealing chips from the table. Accomplices, instead of stealthily passing behind an opponent and giving messages in clever code to the other player, would just stand next to you and announce loudly “he’s bluffing, he’s only got a pair!”. A memorable full house included TWO queens of spades. It was hilarious.

And it wouldn’t have happened if there were a single Gambler™ among us. Gambling is serious business, and I’m… not a very serious person. Not when it comes to winning games, in any case. Maybe that’s why D&D is my favourite. You can’t win D&D. For the rest, it’s cool to play to win, but the minute this goal supersedes the fundamental goal of socialising with people and having fun and thrills and chills, I’m tempted to wear my clown hat and blow up the game. It’s not that I don’t get obnoxious competitiveness (oh, I get all the vices), or even that I’m immune to it. I just don’t… like it. It’s just a game, people. Chill.

Obviously, this wouldn’t fly in a game of cards for money (except under very special conditions, see above). I cannot say “it’s just a game”, because it really isn’t. And if it becomes too serious for my taste, I’ll simply quit politely and leave. So my gambling experiences are limited to:

1) Not gambling. I’ve never played with big or even moderate money. I’ve played with small amounts, because I happen to love poker and it just doesn’t work if you don’t bet something. But that’s about it.

2) Watching a few people, one of whom very close to me, getting destroyed by a gambling addiction and dragging their families down with them. This is bad shit, people. Bad shit. Stay away.

3) Working in a kinda seedy bar which totally transformed to a less-than-completely-legal gambling den after hours. I earned a lot of XPs there, then again I’m sure there are better ways to earn XPs: it’s not an underworld I’d ever glorify. But hey, it brought food on the table, and I won’t denounce that.

And you know what, I won’t vilify it either. I mean, I can list all the ways in which it amounts to a toxic environment™ if there ever was one, and it’s still a lot better and healthier than the vanilla corporate culture™ which threatens to swallow you all. Now that’s sociopathy if you ask me.

(It’s like I always say: Crime is terrible. Upstanding and respectable is worse.)

Let’s give it up for insomnia day 3....

(More like insomnia day 10 over the past two weeks but hey)

Long story short I haven’t been getting much sleep lately and have decided to proactively be the source of my own catharsis by composing my own insomnia scenarios

These are going under a cut for mentions of NSFW activities in my usual unromantic way of discussing these things. Its not like racy or anything but these are kind of highly personalized to my own insomnia coping mechanisms, and…..yeah, you’ll see what I mean. I’ll be sticking with the tale, Fell, and Swap lazybones for this one, but hell, another sleepless night might get the others out too.

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anonymous asked:

dont give a fuck you still ugly af

Oh welcome back!! 

I am assuming that you are the anon from 4 months ago who had such lovely things to say about my appearance! 

While you have been gone I have continued being adorable as fuck!

Like so~!

Oh right but you said something, yes…

But what is this?

It seems I can’t hear you

Over the sound of people saying fantastic things?

How tragic

I suppose I will just continue to be fabulous then!