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How to turn your boring money gift into something special x 💸

Needed:

- Dollar bill

- Creative hands

Instructions

Step 1. Crease the bill horizontally down the middle and fold both the top and bottom sides inward

Step 2. Take the upper side and fold a little piece behind

Step 3. Fold the two corners over, just like the picture is showing. Later, these corners are used to keep the shirt in place

Step 4. Take the opposite side of where we were working on earlier and bring it over

Step 5. Flip again and make sure it goes underneath the collar, this must be the case otherwise you can’t complete the shirt

Step 6. Unfold the last 2 steps

Step 7. Here’s where it gets a little trickier. Pay close attention. You are now back to the long section, use the first fold line to fold the sleeves. Fold out and crease back so that it winds up looking like you popped a sleeve out of the side

Step 8. Now fold back up like you did in step 4 and 5

Step 9. Put the shirt underneath the collar

There you have it, the ultimate lazy gift!

“Why are numbers beautiful?
It’s like asking why is Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony beautiful. I know numbers are beautiful. If they
aren’t beautiful, nothing is.”
-Paul Erdos, Hungarian mathematician

–INTRO-

“1×8＋1＝9, isn’t it?”
Yes, it is. Continue.
“12×8＋2＝98, isn’t it?”
Yes.
Then, “123×8＋3＝987”
Wait.
Yes, it’s correct.
“1234×8＋4＝9876”
Lots of numbers start forming a line.
“12345×8＋5＝98765”
“123456×8＋6＝987654”
“1234567×8＋7＝9876543”
Wondering what these numbers are?
Then I’ll disclose the secret of the trick.

-SUMMERY- ￼

I’m going to show you other pyramids.
One is this.

And one more.

111,111,111*111,111,111=12345678987654321, which is a basic counting series, read from either end.

-MAIN DISCUSSION-

Every number no matter how large that is equally divided by 9, will equal 9, if you add all the numbers it is made from until there is 1 digit.
A quick example of what I mean:
9∗99=891

8+9+1=18

1+8=9

-

Natures secret about 3,6, and 9…?

“We have to cast out all 9’s.”

What does that mean?
It means that any number that is above the value 9 or one place value is going to be added together to get a single digit. So this means if we have a number 26, we add 2+6 to get 8, which is its “archetype”.
If we do this for all numbers while doubling and halving, we get a pattern.
This. The secret to the Universe is DOUBLING and HALVING.
3 and 6’s are constantly oscillating back and forth between each other in the doubling and halving scheme.

The number 9 is the unchanging, unwavering number that never really loses its true identity, even though it is undergoing a constant state changing. (pay close attention)

9 X 1 = 09
9 X 2 = 18
9 X 3 = 27
9 X 4 = 36
9 X 5 = 45
9 X 6 = 54
9 X 7 = 63
9 X 8 = 72
9 X 9 = 81
9 X  10 = 90

If you didn’t realize it yet, the secret to the above multiplication of 9’s, is hidden in this…

0
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10

Now besides the right side of the numbers, reverse the order of numbers to be going (counting) backwards…

0 9
1 8
2 7
3 6
4 5
5 4
6 3
7 2
8 1
9 0

Put them together…

09
18
27
36
45
54
63
72
81
90

You just created the answers to the 1-10 multiplication of 9…

9 X 1 = 09
9 X 2 = 18
9 X 3 = 27
9 X 4 = 36
9 X 5 = 45
9 X 6 = 54
9 X 7 = 63
9 X 8 = 72
9 X 9 = 81
9 X  10 = 90

Now once again, see how the answers we just did, end up actually returning back into the number 9…
Now watch… as you are about to see just how powerful #9 really is..

09
18
27
36
45
54
63
72
81
90

lets do the first three together…
0+9= 9
1+8= 9
2+7= 9
Have you caught on yet?
Lets see all of them now..

0+9= 9
1+8= 9
2+7= 9
3+6= 9
4+5= 9
5+4= 9
6+3= 9
7+2= 9
8+1= 9
9+0= 9

So all the multiplications of 9, end up returning back to 9.
even large numbers…

Take any number like, 143.. now times it by 9..
you’ll get 1287
So
143 X 9 = 1287
Now add the digits together, not counting above 10 (after 9 start over at 1)
1287
Add the 1+2+8 first, which will get you 2, then add 2 with the remaining digit, 7, giving you… #9.

Try some numbers yourself.

Then there is the addition with #9…
In this method, adding 9 to any number will have an answer that equals the amount of the original number added to 9.
Lets start,
Lets do 13 since its a double digit.
9+13= 22
But first since this is a double digit we used to add to number 9, lets now get the value of its digits together.
13
1+3= 4
So going back, we just got 4 from the 1+3, which came from the value of the two digits of the number 13, which we are adding with 9.
Continuing..
So back to 9+13 = 22
The 22 we got, if added together gives us, 4… the same number we got from the value of 13 (1+3), which we just added to 9.

Now lets do this with a single digit…
Lets do 7
9+7 = 16
16(or 1+6) = 7

Another one..
9+4=13
13=4

9+5=14
14=5

9+8=17
17=8

9+9=18
18=9

So on and so forth….
-

-EXPANDED INFO BULLETPOINTS-
-The number 9 is the node and represents Spirit.
-The numbers 3 and 6 represent the Yin and Yang in the form of magnetism and the number 9 is the S curve.
-The base ten numerical counting system is triangulated.
-Infinity has an epicenter.
-The powers of ten occur by halving.
-A number cannot be created or destroyed and zero does not exist on a number line or in any multiplication series.
-Multiplication series are unbroken rings from cross sections of the torus.
-The zero is always in the center in the form of the vortex hole.
-The preferred frame of reference to the universe is based upon the fixed constant number 9.

Isn’t it beautiful?
Yes, it’s fantastic!…
This is enough info for now, as any more will/might get confusing, and this amount is more than enough for you to reflect and think over.
Thoughts, opinions, comments? Lets hear them!

Catching Murphy, Part 1

Warnings: Swearing, possible nsfw content
Summary: You, Miss (y/n) (y/l/n), had a crush on Connor Murphy for years, from a distance of course. You had always been too shy to approach him, and the fact around school that he was an aggressive stoner caused you to become even more shy. One day, in history class, your teacher decided to assign a project and assigned everyone a partner—you and Connor were partnered together. Could you two grow close during the project and remain close? Or will Connor go back to ignoring you after the project comes to a close?
A/N: I apologize if Connor is a biiiiit OOC… ;-; Obviously takes place in an AU where Connor is alive
Masterlist
Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11

You sat in history class, your face resting in the palm of your left hand as you looked out of the window. Your teacher, Mr. Boulden, was droning on and on, meanwhile you were staring out the window, not even paying attention. Flickering your gaze to Connor Murphy, you smiled to yourself and bit your lip, before your eyes returned to gazing out of the window.

“…artners,” Mr. Boulden’s droll voice flooded your ears.

That perked your attention, silently asking what the hell he had just said. Thankfully, Connor asked for you, “What did you just say?”

“I said that I will be picking your partners. This is a partner assignment,” Mr. Boulden restated.

Connor grew angry, “You old man! I refuse to work with anybody!”

Mr. Boulden’s nostrils flared and he said, “I don’t much care, Connor, you will be working with someone. And that someone will be (y/n) (y/l/n). Do you understand me?!”

The aggressive Murphy grumbled out an aggressive, “Fine, whatever, old man!”

“Excuse me?” you squeaked out. You partnered up with your long-time crush who you were way to shy to even look at for more than five milliseconds? No way, no how. There was way on God’s green Earth that you could do that without possibly making an idiot out of yourself. Hell, even your best friend commented on how you can’t even say Connor’s name without stuttering. “M-Mr. Boulden, sir, are you sure you want to partner me up with C-Connor?” you stuttered.

You teacher looked at you and answered your question, “Yes, (y/n), I do want to partnered up with Connor Murphy. He is failing my class while you are doing brilliantly. Therefore, you could be a good influence on him. Maybe you could teach him how to take my class as seriously as you do.”

“B-b-but…” you stuttered out, “H-how can I possibly be a good influence on C-Connor, sir?”

“You just can be, I know you can be,” he told you, “get started on the project, (y/n). You get to pick what time period you want to do this project on and do it. Make a PowerPoint about it.”

Connor begrudgingly sat beside you and grumbled, “God damn old man, partnering me up with the teacher’s pet.”

“I-I can hear you, C-Connor…” you mumbled.

“Yeah? And what of it, teacher’s pet?” he growled.

You shrank down and placed your head onto the desk, pressing your forehead against the cold wood-like object. “A-anyways, what time period do you wanna do?”

“Whatever fucking period is the easiest to bullshit,” he answered.

With your forehead still pressed to the desk, you spoke quietly, “Ancient Egypt? I know a lot about that period of time… I-I can do most of the work… if you want, C-connor…”

“Stop stuttering. It’s really fucking annoying,” he said, leaning against his hand.

Wanting to bang your head against the desk at your obnoxious stuttering, you gulp and answered him, “Sorry…” Turning your head to face him, you continued, “But, Ancient Egypt is good for you, yeah?”

Connor rolled his eyes and sighed irritatedly, “Sure, I quite frankly don’t give a fuck.”

“G-good. C-can I come over so we can do some research?” you asked.

Staring right at you, his eyes bored into your very being as he said, “Why the fuck would I let you come over? You said that you would do most of the damn work, didn’t you, what’s-your-name?”

Sighing, you said, “Y-yeah… I did say that, didn’t I? I guess I should start on the work then, huh?”

“Might be a good idea, what’s-your-name.”

“What?”

You looked at Connor and said again, “My name is (y/n) (y/l/n), or you can call me (y/n/n). Please don’t call me what’s-your-name, it’s rude.”

Connor smirked at you and crossed his arms, nobody really talked to him like that. “Okay, (y/n). I won’t call you what’s-your-name. Now, get to that damn work.”

“Yeah, I know…” you said as you start planning out what your presentation. “Wanna focus on the Old, Middle or New Kingdom?” you asked him.

“Which ever one is more interesting so that I can finally get an A.”

You hummed and stared intently out the window, chewing on the cap of your pen as you thought. “Each of the periods of Ancient Egyptian history has its own unique characteristics that could qualify it as interesting. I’m not sure which one is necessarily the most interesting Kingdom,” you said out loud. “During the Old Kingdom, the first period of Ancient Egyptian history was the time of Pharaoh Djoser, who ruled in the Third Dynasty, and he moved the capital to Memphis. Also under his rule, Imhotep, Djoser’s architect is credited with having created the Step Pyramid at Saqqara. Is that interesting enough?”

Connor Murphy looked at you in amazement, you really did know what you were talking about. “Umm…” he said, at a loss for words.

“Oh! Or maybe the Middle Kingdom, or the era of reunification of the whole of Ancient Egypt. Nah… not for now. Maybe we should do the Golden Age of the Fourth Dynasty during the Old Kingdom? That’s where some of the most interesting things happened. Pharaoh Khufu and the Great Pyramid being built. But we can start with Sneferu, the first pharaoh of the Fourth Dynasty,” you mused to yourself. “Or I could talk about the amazement that was Tutankhamun’s life and burial. OH! I can talk about Ankhenaten and his family’s heresy?”

Connor’s eyes watched as life fluttered in your eyes as you talked about that. He came to the deduction that this ancient history must have been your passion. It made him smile to himself, he had never really seen you so animated, let alone so talkative. “Which king is the most interesting?” he asked you.

“Dude! There isn’t one single interesting pharaoh! Also, the kings were called pharaohs, and I will have to ask you to refer to them with the respect they deserve. One of the most interesting is the Boy King, though, but also Pharaoh Hatshepsut,” you said, snapping your gaze to him.

Blinking, Connor gave you a brief, small smile as he answered, “Well, you sure get really fucking bold when you’re talking about Egypt, don’t’cha, (y/n)?”

It took your crush saying that for you to realize what you had done. “O-oh god! I-I’m sorry, C-connor. I didn’t mean to be rude,” you stuttered out an apology.”

“It’s fine, I guess. Anyways, who’s the Boy King and who is Hatchu… Hatschu… whoever that second name is?” he asked, almost curiously.

Now it was your turn to blink. Was the Connor Murphy actually interested in what you were saying? You decided to tread lightly, as you asked, “Are you actually interested, Murphy?” After you questioned him, a silence fell over you two and you cleared your throat, “Okay, so you are. Okay, so the Boy King is the son of the Heretic King, Akhenaten, and his actual name is Tutankhamun. King Tut was born as Tutankhaten, his original name means Living image of Aten. And just to clarify, Aten was the one true solar deity that Tut’s father, Akhenaten decided to flip Egypt’s religion on its head for. You following me?”

Connor took a moment to try and comprehend what you had just told him. “No… not really,” he answered after a long pause.

“Oh, well, I can always try and teach you about it later, if you want. Now, as for Hatshepsut, she was a fantastic pharaoh. Under her rule, Egypt flourished. She established trade routes that had been disturbed during foreign occupation of Egypt during their Second Intermediate Period and thus built the wealth of the Eighteenth Dynasty. She also commissioned hundreds of building projects across Upper and Lower Egypt during her reign. All in all, she was an amazing pharaoh.”

She?” he asked, “Weren’t all the pharaohs men?”

You laughed as you answered, “Yeah, usually they were men, but their were a small number of female pharaohs. UNFORTUNATELY, Hatshepsut was almost erased from history by her jealous step-son, Thutmose III, who hated that she had ruled before him and been such a success.”

Connor was actually really interested. “You know, you’re actually a really fucking interesting person, (y/n). Maybe you should come over so I can actually help you out, if you want.”

“I mean, that wouldn’t be that bad if you at least tried to help, Connor. It would be different for you, the so-called freak and loner of school. So, yeah? Sure, why not,” you said with a grin.

Connor let out what sounded like an amused chuckle as he said, “Alright then, how about you come over today? We only have two or three weeks to do this project.”

You looked at him with widened (e/c) orbs and said, “Umm… sure. Yeah, that’ll work. I just will have to text my momma saying you’re going to take me home to work on a project.”

“Okay, cool. See you at my truck after school?”

“I-I guess, yeah…” you answered, unsure of what was really happening. Did your long-time crush just ask you if you wanted to have him drive you to his house? Your heart sped up at the thought. How the fuck did this happen?

That was when the bell rang and ended the class. Connor picked up his stuff and walked away. You also gathered your stuff together and left the classroom. You were really shocked that any of that happened. A blush made its way onto your cheeks. “I can’t believe that I did that!” you muttered to yourself.

“(Y/n)! How was class!” came the voice of Alexa, your good friend.

You whipped your head around to look at your gorgeous friend, your blush dying down. “Lexy! Hi! How are you?” you said with a smile.

Alexa stopped beside you and answered, “I am doing great! Now you never answered my question; how was class?”

The blush came back as you whispered to her, “I-it was fun… I actually talked to Connor.”

Your brunette friend gasped and covered her mouth. “You what?! You actually talked to Connor Murphy? The friendless druggie?”

“Hey, don’t talk about him like that, Lexy! I told you he’s not that bad! I used to be a friend of his waaay back in elementary school,” you snapped.

She threw her hands up into the air, defending herself, “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Sorry, (y/n/n). I meant no offense by it, but it’s just that he’s known as a druggie who has no friends… now.”

“I know he is, but I’ve seen him talking with Evan and Jared,” you said.

Alexa stopped and thought about it. “I mean, it’s not wrong. He has been seen with those two. However, (y/n/n), that doesn’t mean that they’re friends. They could’ve causally bumped into each other in the hallway.”

You laughed, “That could be a possible answer.”

“Yeah, (y/n/n). God! Don’t assume they’re all friends,” Alexa laughed as the two of you started to your next class—English.

It was after school and you almost hesitantly walked out of the school building and looked for Connor. Your hand squeezed your backpack strap as you looked for the loner’s truck. As you looked around for the truck, you were almost hit. “WHAT THE FUCK?!” you screamed at the driver, “I was fucking walking here, you cunt!”

At that moment, Connor’s head popped out of the driver’s side window and he said, “Well, damn, (y/n), I never thought you could scream that loud. Or have the guts to call me a cunt, which I am obviously not.”

Your face fell and immediately you covered your face. “O-oh my God! C-Connor!! I-I’m sorry I screamed at you! I wasn’t prepared for you to almost run me the fuck over!! Like, the fuck is your gotdamn problem?! I was scared half to death, dammit!”

“Are you gonna keep yelling at me for scaring you? Or are you gonna get in my truck so we can work on this damn history project?” Connor asked, sighing almost annoyed.

You sucked in a breath and said, “Yeah, I’m coming… sorry.” As you approached his truck, he unlocked the doors and you hopped into the backseat. You noticed someone sitting in the front-seat and you assumed it was his sister. “Soooooo… are we going straight to your house, C-Connor? Or are we dropping someone off?” you asked.

“I’m his sister,” came the female’s answer.

“O-oh… okay then, so straight to your house?”

Connor scoffed and started driving, “No shit, dumbass. Where else would we fucking go? 7/11?”

You hummed nervously and said, “Maybe…? Or somewhere where I can get some food, please? I can’t eat the school’s lunches because they’re so fucking bad.”

“Are you fucking serious? You want me to stop and get you some damn food?!” snapped Connor.

Seemingly shrinking, you answered him, “Yes… please…? I’m hungry… o-or if there’s something to eat at your house… c-can I eat that?”

Zoe looked at her brother and said, “Connor, just take her to get food.”

“Be quiet, Zoe, no one asked you. We’re going back home and that’s that. No stopping at 7/11. No stopping for food. Nothing. Fucking copy that, (y/n)?” Connor hissed and looked back at you.

You simply nodded, not wanting to anger the aggressive dude. “F-fine…” you answered, your voice kind of breaking unintentionally. And that was that, you three rode in the truck, silently all the way to the Murphy’s house.

A/N: I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS!! T^T FIRST TIME WRITING SHIT WITH CONNOR OR DEH IN GENERAL!!!

6 Exercises For Improving Your Time on Drums

By: Steve Such

To a drummer, solid time is everything. It’s possibly the single most important role we have when playing behind the kit. But how can we develop our time BESIDES working with a metronome?

In this article, I’ll address six common problems that can cause drummers to play with bad time, and I’ll offer specific action steps that you can take in order to fix each of these problems.

PROBLEM #1 - ADRENALINE HAS GOTTEN THE BEST OF YOU.

During a performance, has it ever felt like all of the songs seem SUPER slow? It’s most likely because your adrenaline or nerves shift the way that you PERCEIVE tempo. This can cause all sorts of timing issues for drummers.

The good news is that you don’t have to just experience this phenomenon on the gig; it’s possible to practice playing with adrenaline away from the stage as well.

SOLUTION #1 - THE “DRUM AND RUN” EXERCISE

1)  Play any groove you’d like, but play along with a metronome.

2)  After 1-2 minutes, get up and run around your building 2-3 times. The idea is to increase your heartrate so that you’re almost out of breath.

3)  Come back into the room and immediately play the same groove you played earlier, along with your metronome.

What do you notice in this moment? Does the groove feel slower now?

By practicing this way, you can prevent adrenaline from getting the best of you during the performance.

PROBLEM #2 - ONE OF YOUR LIMBS ARE INCONSISTENT.

Are your backbeats ALWAYS placed on the same part of the pulse, or are some backbeats slightly late? When you crash, does your bass drum foot line up exactly with your right hand or is it a little different each time?

It’s these types of subtle inconsistencies that can cause significant fluctuations in solid time-keeping.

also what would an atomwave wedding look like

I need to unpack this for you in steps

1. ray at some point being like “mick would you ever want to get married” and mick not saying yes but saying something like “i guess i wouldn’t hate it”

2. ray, eyes brimming with tears, holding mick by his shirt collar like i love you SO MUCH

3. mick like i was only half paying attention what did i just agree to

4. THREE THOUSAND WHITE DOVES

5. mick being wildly overwhelmed anytime ray says thinks breathes or is close to the word “wedding”

6. ray feeling like mick doesn’t actually want to bc he’s not going along with THREE THOUSAND WHITE DOVES and thus being like oh i guess mick doesn’t want to marry me and quietly withdrawing from wedding planning and shit like that

7. mick being like uGH. UGH. and eloping with ray at 2AM in a vegas chapel so no one else can see me tell you that yeah you idiot. i love you a lot. i love you so much i even made this stupid fucking request

8. the elvis impersonator releases two. TWO WHITE DOVES.

9. ray, sobbing, YOU DO LOVE ME

## TGG

(I don’t know if anyone talked about this earlier, but it just striked me while rewatching S4… my own ramlings an thoughts under the cut…)

Attention littles/subs

I know our caregivers/doms are supposed to take care of us but who takes care of them? This is a list of things you can do to help take care of your dom/caregiver.

1. Ask them how their day was. It will mean a lot to them that you care about their every day life.

2. Thank them when they take care of you. As little’s we often forget to do this

3. Remind them how much you love them. Because it’s easy to forget especially if you have poor mental health and also it’s just nice to be reminded

4. Remind them it’s okay to use the safe word if they need too. Because sometimes they just need a break from sexy time or being a dom/caregiver.

5. Offer them a massage after a hard/long day at school/work. Lotion or essential oils are a nice touch

6. Pay close attention when they are telling you about their day. It will feel good if they know you’re actually interested in what happened.

7. If their upset sit down with your favorite stuffie and offer to listen to why they’re upset.

8. Make them their favorite meal if you’re feeling big enough or order food from their favorite take out place.

9. Draw them a picture to show how much you appreciate them. Bonus points if you make it fun in their wallet/bag so they can look at it when ever they’re feeling down.

10. Offer them one of your stuffies if they’re feeling down. It might make them smile and cheer them up a bit.

11. Tell them what you need. They don’t know instinctively all the time and it just makes their job as your dom/caregiver so much easier.

12. Do things around the house you wouldn’t normally do and they usually do. Ex: laundry, dishes, clean, and so on.

13. I know it’s hard but sometimes our doms/caregivers need a little space to just take a breather. And if that’s the case, leave them with your stuffies for however long they need and let them clear their head.

14. If you can tell they’ve had a bad day, don’t pressure them into sexy time or play time. Just like we need breaks doms and caregivers do too.

15. After care is essential for doms and caregivers just as much as it is for subs. It isn’t talked about enough but doms/caregivers need aftercare too. They get a lot of the same feelings as us subs just in slightly different ways. Instead of them just taking care of you take care of each other together. Curl up under a blanket together, take a shower together, have a hot/cold beverage together, give each other body rubs. It will probably bring you both closer together.

That’s all I could think of for now. Feel free to add any you can think of and I’ll add more as I think of them.

1. How can I be more thoughtful of others?

2. What should I pay close attention to at the moment?

3. What issue needs to be carefully reflected upon?

4. What can I let out into the world?

5. Where should I be most meticulous?

6. Who needs to know precisely how I am feeling?

7. In what area is my intelligence most effective?

From Sasha Graham’s 365 Tarot Spreads

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I’m very lazy to do good pics. Alas.

Chapter 10. Lina.
Three months later.

To live with Denis was not as I imagined. He worked all the time, lecturing in the morning, and the rest of the time he was lost in the workshop. He slept for three or four hours a day, and sometimes he could paint for two days in a row. And nothing in it showed fatigue, only his eyes became quite yellow and evil.
To me, his attitude changed - he behaved like an older brother, could pat me on the head, but nothing more that could give at least some of his feelings for me. And I did not understand why. I turned seventeen and deep down I hoped … For what? The fact that he will kiss me at least on my birthday?
What happened to him? Why did he treat me like that after that evening? I could not understand.

The man was sleeping on the couch in the living room, and I often noticed how he rubbed his lower back in the morning and felt remorse because his back hurts because of me.

Once I could not stand it and at night I came to him. Lied next to Denis, put her hands on his chest, feeling how measured his heart beats. He embraced me in a dream, his lips pressed against mine, unconsciously kissing me. The man’s hands slid under my T-shirt, squeezing my chest and I took a deep breath. Apparently, this is what awakened him. He opened his eyes sharply and stared at me in bewilderment.
- Lina? - he asked hoarsely. - What are you doing, damn you?
He jumped up from the couch and stared at me angrily.
- Shall I lock the door? Am I entitled sometimes to sleep? Angelina, can you hear me? I do not need a mistress, understand this!
I bit my lip and rushed to the door. Oh, what an idiot he is! Anya was absolutely right when she told me not to mess with him! And why do not I ever listen to adults?
- Wait, Lina… -  he caught up with me and took me by the hand. - Forgive me. I did not mean that. I really do not need now … such a relationship.
- That is, when you kissed me, it was all … just like that?
- I clarified, trying not to let my voice shake.
- No, - he shook his shaggy head. - Lina, I can not explain to you now … I … No, it’s impossible.
The man kissed my fingers and asked:
- Go to sleep, Lina. Just remember - I did everything quite seriously.
He pushed me to the door and, I had no choice but to go to the bedroom in deep perplexity. What does this man hide?

**
Denis.
I leaned back on the couch and laughed hysterically.
- She came to me - I told the darkness in the corner.  - Oh, my God, she came to me. And I did not do anything! Terrific!
She excites me. Every movement of Lina echoed in me, and I realized that even an easy kiss can result in sex, whether the girl wants it or not.
The fact that she eventually began to live with me was wrong. With every minute I wanted it all the stronger. I downloaded myself in full; tried not to touch her and generally see less of the girl, but it did not help much.
In almost seventeen years we had sex with Anya for the first time, so I had no doubt that Lina could also mature for this. But it meant that after the first night the girl would most likely leave me, and I was not ready for such a turn of events.
I lay down on my stomach and pressed my hot cheek to the upholstery of the sofa. The darkness in the corner became thicker, blotted into a tight lump and took on the outlines of his father.
“As always, worthless and miserable” - he sounded soundlessly, his lips curling contemptuously. I remembered this grin for the rest of my life. What a pity that when my father was alive, I could not do anything to erase it from his face. How I wanted to smash his lips in the blood, feel the salty taste in the tongue, hear the crunching of breaking teeth and understand that here it is - freedom! My father died much earlier, before I had time to grow a little and fulfill this dream. However, I still gained freedom.
I’ve grown up a long time, but my father’s visions do not leave me. Am I free?
And does Lina need a half-crazy man?
Blood ran from the nose. I closed my eyes, trying not to pay attention to my father’s mutter. Probably, I still went crazy. A little more, Denis, stay a little longer on this side.
Deep breath. I opened my eyes. My father disappeared, which means that you can live on. I can handle.

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1. Listen to old songs, they’ll give you so many different feels. Sing to them. Aloud.

2. Go out on a cafe and spoil yourself. Buy ice cream or eat a whole cake.

3. Walk around and see the world revolve on its own. Pay attention to
the little details like the people that hustle around.

4. Give money to beggars in the streets.

5. Dance under the rain. And do it like no one’s looking.

6. Listen to diverse music. Don’t stick to one favorite artist this time. Put your playlist on shuffle. Try a different genre. Put it on speakers. And then close your eyes. Listen to the lyrics. Bang your head, tap your feet. Feel the music engulf you.

8. Randomly text your parents that you love them.

9. Go to church.

10. Take random pictures. Of people, of things. Even shitty ones. Just take them.

11. Catch up with an old friend.

12. Learn something new. Like a new language. Or for an easier alternative, another alphabet.

13. Talk to strangers, especially the older ones. It may not even be face-to-face. Leave notes everywhere. Tell people they look lovely. Make someone else’s day.

14. Go to a playground. Even an old pathetic one. Bask in the patheticness of it.

16. Rip posters off their posts. Just once. Or maybe twice. Thrice. Be a rebel for a tad second.

—  “16 things to do to feel better”, la fille de lune

Do I have to read the American gods before watching the show? I tried the first episode and I am confused

yes, i really do recommend reading the book first. there are so many times when i am just like “oooo i see what they are doing there” and my sister is like “wait what is happening”. i think just for a better understanding and appreciation, read the book. it’s a great book anyways

but.. to help you a little about the characters that we’ve met in these first 6 episodes.

shadow is a wee little lamb who just wants to have a nice tea, read a book and be loved. crazy shit happens to him all the time and i swear he is just a baby. i won’t explain how he comes into all of this but just now that he is precious. (also so is laura and i don’t want to see any hate for her)

OLD GODS

mr. wednesday; i feel like if you are paying close enough attention to the show, you should be able to figure out who he is by episode 2. he is the leader of the old gods (hint: he is a nordic god)

mad sweeney; obviously, he’s a leprechaun from ireland haha. he wasn’t in the book much, but i’m glad the show is making him more of a main. he’s crazy- but that crazy is how he got his powers.

czernobog; he is a slavic god. he is a representation of “black god” who is to blame for everything bad that happens (based off the beliefs of an old slavic diety)

zorya sisters; also slavic gods. they represent the different times of the day, as stars. so the old lady (vechernyaya) is the evening star, the one that was asleep is polunochnaya and she is the midnight star, the one cooking (utrennyaya) is the morning star.

mr. nancy; a west african god. he is kinda hard to understand/explain but pretty much he “owns” all the stories that have been told and will be told. that’s why he knows all. he’s a trickster god

mr. ibis; egyptian god… the god of widsom and magic

mr. jacquel; also an egyptian god. the god of the afterlife. i personally think he’s one of the coolest old gods

bilquis; the fucking weirdest but amazing god ever. she is the queen of sheba aka half human, half demon man eater

there will be other gods coming in like easter that are pretty cool as well.

NEW GODS

mr. world; the leader of the new gods. he has a secret identity that will be revealed. i was shook so don’t go looking him up unless you want to be majorly spoilt.. but he’s seriously just the god of everything?? even i don’t know

media; she is the personification of television. that’s why she can change into all these different characters and manipulate the television. she is pretty cool and honestly gillian can end me she’s so good

technical boy; this little fucker is the personification of the internet.

we’ll probably meet mr. town and mr. road soon who work for mr. world as spooks (the people that hung shadow) and they are kinda just there to hunt him down.

If You Care - Epilogue

Table of Contents: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Epilogue

Genre: Angsty smut

Pairing: Reader x Park Chanyeol / Oh Sehun.

Word Count: 1,072 words

Summary: When Chanyeol’s old friend comes back from studying abroad, you find yourself seeing him less and less. Your boyfriend hasn’t been paying attention to you, so Sehun steps in to comfort you instead.

Y/N

Sehun proposed to you. You’d been so happy you cried. He took you to the Han River and proposed to you there. He told you to close your eyes and, when you opened them, he was on his knees with the most beautiful ring you’d ever laid your eyes on. That was when you started bawling like an idiot. Sehun thought it was cute and started laughing, while on his knee. In retaliation, you wiped your tears and put the ring on yourself.

He’d said, “I thought I was the one proposing…”

And you’d said, “Just kiss me.” And he did. He kissed you in the same place that he asked you to be his girlfriend.

Anniversary

I’ve been working in this job for almost a year now. Here’re some things I learned in that time:
1. Always be as proactive as possible. The more issues you address on your own terms, the less you have to address on others’.
2. Pay close attention to I/Os and daily weights. Some patients get fluid up or down subtly, and won’t show symptoms until their blood pressures start dropping or they get pulmonary edema.
3. If part of a treatment plan seems off, do some information gathering. Sometimes you’re the only one who’ll catch something before it slips between the cracks.
4. Humans are amazingly hardy and ridiculously delicate.
5. Talk to people. Take some time after rounds to visit with your patient as another person instead of a provider.
6. When patients get ornery, that usually means things are improving.
7. Sometimes you just know that someone’s going to die before they leave the hospital.
8. When covering another provider’s patients, read admission and prior history and physicals. Get a good context for why they’re here.
9. You’ll vagal the first time you do a bone marrow harvest. It doesn’t matter what your background is.
10. Get consults early if you think you’ll need it. Scrambling is bad for everyone involved.
11. Don’t feel self-conscious about dictating. If we tease you because you hit the wrong buttons, started again, laughed too hard to continue, hung up, and then restarted - it’s because we’ve all been there. We’re not judging.
12. Occasionally, the brand-new immune system will decide to kill the patient instead of the residual cancer.
13. Always have a backup plan in case something goes sideways.
14. If you have a neutropenic patient who’s febrile and hypotensive, don’t be shy - fluid bolus and throw penem/vanco/tobra at them until the cavalry arrives.
15. General internal medicine and stem cell transplant oncology have some overlapping elements, but there’s a huge difference in management, medications, etc. It’s like trying to understand French as a Spanish speaker.
16. Be polite to everyone. Techs, nursing staff, housekeeping, fellows, residents, attendings, whatever.
17. Eat, caffeinate, and bathroom when you can. Murphy’s law says if you skip a chance, that’s when poop hits the fan.
18. Keep reading and learning. Knowing more leads to better medicine and better patient experiences and outcomes.
19. Know at least basic radiographic and ECG interpretation. Yes, the specialists will give you the expert opinion, but if you want to know something right now it’s much faster to look at the images/ECG yourself.
20. Someone on high-dose corticosteroids may not develop a fever in response to infection.
21. Don’t change things just for the sake of changing things. Sometimes it’s better to just wait a day or two to see what direction your patient may go.
22. Providers work as a team. Help each other out. Not busy but the other folks in the room are running hard? Check on patients or return calls or do orders for them.
23. Be kind and warm to those entrusted to your care. To them you may be the only glimmer of light in an otherwise very dark time.

Making Shoyu-Tamago (Ramen Eggs)

I’ll be honest with you.

When I first wrote this post I had a questionably beautiful paragraph of melancholia about this thing and that, about life et cetera. Fast forward 2 hours later and all those have been removed and I am now here to bitch and moan about eggs.

Eggs are so deceptive, you see. Seemingly unassuming, but they can be a little bugger to cook and peel. Where I live eggs only come in one size. There are no larges, mediums or smalls so the rule of thumb “6 minutes for a large egg = soft yolk” doesn’t really apply. For these I guess-timated that for medium sized eggs at room temperature I would need to boil them for roughly 5 minutes to achieve firm whites and runny yolk.

To help shell them, there is this neat little trick floating about on the internet where you combine ice cold water with some malt vinegar, for the eggs to be put into to chill after they’re boiled. There is only one catch - you have to let the eggs chill for 3-4 hours.

Good lord. You could lay your own egg by the time you wait for these to chill the ever loving fudge out. You could knit a sweater by the time you wait for these to chill the ever loving fudge out. You could…

You get the point.

So I decided to try another trick, which is to use a push pin to make a little hole at the bottom of each eggs, which worked wonderfully!

All in all these were a modest success. If you scroll further down you can see that the results range from “OOoh pretty egg!” to “Holy shit what is that shriveled thing?”. The important thing though, is that they all taste the same. And that taste is pretty good. The salty-sweet soy sauce brine really brings out the richness of the yolk, so do give it a go to add to your ramen bowl or soups.

SHOYU-TAMAGO:

[ 6 eggs + 1 cup water + 1 cup soy sauce + 2 cloves of garlic, peeled and crushed + 2 scallions or green onion, sliced + 1 ounce ginger, crushed + ½ cup brown sugar ]

The majority of recipes I’ve read for these eggs require you to have the eggs cold or refrigerated, and although that may be the norm for most people, in our house eggs never stay around long enough to even make it to the fridge. So, room temperature eggs completely a-okay.

Put all the ingredients except the eggs in a saucepan and bring to a boil over medium-high heat. Once boiled, turn off the heat and set aside to let it cool down to room temperature.

Fill another pan with water and bring to a boil over high heat. Lower to medium-high once the water boils.

Use a push-pin to gently poke a small hole at the bottom of each egg. This will help loosen the eggshells when you peel them.

Gently lower the eggs into the pan of boiling water. Gently being the key word. Set your timer to 6 minutes and pay close attention to it.

From 0 to 2 minutes, grab a chopstick or a spoon and start swirling the water to spin the eggs. You’re going to do this for the entirety of two minutes. The reason for this is the centrifugal force of the spinning water will make the middle the yolk set and harden, while the outer yolk will stay runny - making it the prettiest pretty egg yolk in all the world.

Once you’ve reached 6 minutes, pour out the hot water and run the eggs with cold water until cooled completely. Alternatively, you could submerge the eggs in ice water. Carefully peel the eggs.

Pour the marinating liquid into a ziploc bag or a bowl and submerge the eggs. If you’re using bowl, then put two layers of paper towels on top of the eggs an gently push until submerged completely.

Leave to marinate in the fridge for 12 hours. This will keep for a week in the refrigerator. Bring back to room temperature before serving.

Enjoy!

1. Everything in life is temporary. That is both a very good and a very bad thing.
2. You know yourself better than anyone else. You don’t need anybody’s approval or validation of the choices you make.
3. The universe is always sending you signs, pay attention to them.
4. Trust your instincts and listen closely to your heart. They will always lead you in the right direction.
5. Say what you feel. Always. Be honest to people about how you feel about them. It hurts so much more to silence your emotions than to just spit them right out.
6. You deserve love in the purest of forms. It should not be tainted with arrogance or pride.
7. Beautiful words mean nothing if they are not backed up by beautiful actions. He could tell you he loves you three times a minute, but if he doesn’t treat you the way you deserve to be treated, his words have no value at all.
8. Never put anyone or anything above your well being. This includes school, work, friends, relationships and anything else. Nothing is more important than your health and safety.
9. Learn to love the person you see staring back at you in the mirror. She is capable of such miraculous things.
10. You are here for a reason. You might learn this reason at age 6 or age 60, but you were undoubtedly put on this planet because the universe believes that you can help it in some way. Never lose faith in that.
—  10 things I remind myself of every day
Start of Something

Thanks for the request! @dancingalone21 Sorry this took so long, I changed it a little bit, but I hope you like it!

warnings: slight angst, language, fluff

a/n: I might actually continue this idea at some point because it was pretty fun to write, loved this idea!

Honestly, you felt like you’d be happier if you never set eyes on Dean Winchester again.

You’d been in town a few weeks, working for Mary Winchester at her diner when she’d suggested setting you up on a blind date. It had been a fair amount of time since you’d had any kind of romance in your life, and you were new in town, so meeting new people wouldn’t hurt, right?

No Control

“The problem is,” he said as he leans in, “If I kiss you, I don’t think I’d be able to stop.”

Summary: Moving across the country.. can’t be too bad right? WRONG! After losing your parents in a horrible incident you had no choice but to move with your uncle in Korea. You knew no one besides your uncle and didn’t know you way around but that all changes when your uncle hires that one boy… the boy with the bad attitude….

Previous Parts:

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Part 6 everyone~

Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21

## Masterlist

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Yoongi’s Point of View

Just as I was lost in my sleep I began to feel my phone vibrate making me wake up. Ugh..

I sat up still having my eyes closed and pulled out my phone from pocket and answered without even paying attention who was calling me.

“Hello?”

“Yoongi where did put jacket?” I hear Jin complain about it on the other side of the phone.

“Yah you call me about a dumb jacket,”

“Yoongi I need it.”

“Check the closet,”

The phone went quiet and I continued to have my eyes close.

“Found it…”

I rolled my eyes and hanged up. I got woken up for no reason. I eventually opened my eyes and I looked around and I looked to my left and found Y/N laying down on the couch sound asleep.

I got up and walked over to the tv to turn it off. I then looked at Y/N and couldn’t help but to smile.

She looked peaceful and adorable curled up in a ball sound a sleep.

I slowly approached her on the couch and got down on my knees and looked her.

My heart began to race and I slowly rubbed my hand gently on her cheek. I looked down at her lips and felt a temptation to kiss her….

Should I do it?

~

I continued to stare at her and just as I was going to take a risk and I slowly began to lean in but I stopped myself and continued to stare at her again.

What am I doing?

Was kissing her when she’s a sleep even worth it?

Just as I was about to try again I begin to hear keys jingle near the door and I quickly got up looked the at the door knowing it was Y/N uncle.

“I’m home,” I heard singing coming from the front door.

I walked over to the door and looked at Y/N uncle standing right there smiling.

“Hello sir,”

“Where’s Y/N?” he asks as he takes off his shoes and replaces it with slippers.

“She’s actually napping..”

“Hm took all her energy away. Good to hear, your free to go,” he says as he nods his head and I bowed down to him and left out the door.

~

“What are you doing…” you asked slowly backing up and you were now against the wall as Yoongi was standing right in front of you.

“What does it look like i’m doing?” Yoongi smirks as he pins his hand above your head and was now inches away.

“Invading my personal space, that’s for sure.”

“Don’t act like you don’t like it,” he smirks and your eyes widen.

“Yoongi…”

“What do you want me to do?” he asks lifting up your chin with his finger and you two were now staring at each other in the eyes

You don’t know if you were begging him to let you go or to kiss you.. You were so caught up in the moment you were honestly confused.

He begins to lean in making your heart beat out of your chest. Just as you lips were inches apart..

“Y/N,” You began to feel someone tap your shoulder making you open your eyes slowly.

It was all a dream… Why were you dreaming about Yoongi?

You slowly sat up and see you uncle standing in front of with a tray of food.

“Sorry for waking you up, but I thought maybe you were probably hungry by now.” he smiles as he gently places the tray on your lap and you smiled.

“Thanks..”

You looked down at the food and it looked delicious but you began to look around and didn’t find Yoongi anywhere in sight.

“Um.. Where is Yoongi?” you asked slowly making sure he didn’t get the wrong idea.

“Since i came early, i let him off the hook.”

“Oh..”

You grabbed the spoon and gently got a hold of the soup your uncle made and brought it close to your lips and blew the hotness away. And slowly took your first bite.

“Why, do you like him?

As soon as you heard those words escape your uncle’s mouth your eyes widen and you began to cough choking on the soup you just put in your mouth.

“Y/N!” You uncle says running over to you and gently tapping you in the back.

Eventually you finished coughing and you looked at your uncle.

“What do you mean do I like him?

You uncle begins to laugh and sit down next to you.

“I mean do you like his company?”

“Oh…. right..” you said awkwardly looking down at the soup and your uncle just continued to shake his head and chuckle.

Why do you feel so guilty having a small crush on Yoongi?

~

“Thank you for dinner,” you shouted as you approached your bedroom door and stepped in closing the door behind you.

You walked over to your bed and sat down. You would be lying if you were to say you didn’t have a bad first day here at Seoul but now it wasn’t so bad..

You looked over to your purse that was laying on your bed and slowly approached it. You pulled out the picture strip you took with Yoongi and sat back down on your bed and just stared at the picture..

Who knew you would develop some type of feeling for Yoongi…

You couldn’t do anything about it though..

You sighed and got up from your bed. You walked over to your unpacked suitcase and pulled out random tape.

As you had the tape in your hand, you walked over to the wall and grabbed a small piece of tape and placed the picture of you and Yoongi on the wall.

You smiled looking at the picture right in front of you and couldn’t help but to stare at the last picture… The picture where you two really stare at each other.. Where you took a really good look at him..

~

“Well Yoongi told me earlier about his trip to camp with his roommates and I decided it would be great if you were go with him and get to see the beautiful woods of Seoul.”

“Wow..” you smiled and your uncle now looked at you confused.

“What?”

“You're trusting me alone with boys in the woods?” You crossed your arms and your uncle began to chuckle.

“I know Yoongi, and he has good intentions… I wouldn’t let you go if I knew he wanted to do something bad to you.”

You sighed and shrugged.

“So when’s the trip?”

“Today. I’m telling you now of course to get packed up.”

“Does Yoongi know I’m going?” You asked surprised.

“Yeah, I paid him even more to invite you.”

You gave your uncle a glare and he smiles and walks off leaving in you room alone.. Wow… a camping trip with yoongi?

Wait… did your uncle just mention that his roommates were joining too?

What?

~

“What time is Y-” before you could finish your question you hear the doorbell ring making you jump up in surprise.

“Yoongi’s here!”

You got up from the couch chair and walked over to the front door slowly. You took a deep breath before opening the door and you found Yoongi standing right then and there with his hands in his pockets.

You started to hear laughter and you slowly push over to the left and saw 6 guys near a van laughing and fooling around.

You were going to be with 7 GUYS!

“I have a question for you,” you crossed your arms before you could do anything else.

“Oh no… not the questions again..”

“Shut up, anyways why didn’t you mention the camping trip to me yesterday?”

“I forgot?” he says in question form and you rolled your eyes.

“Well thanks for letting me know ahead of time to be prepared.” you mumbled as you grabbed your duffle bag and you could hear Yoongi chuckle.

~

“Boys, I would like you to meet… a friend.” he says and you looked at him totally surprised. Did he just call you a friend? Are you hearing correctly?

“You must be Y/N! Yoongi has t-” before one of them could finish their sentence you see them lower their head and look down.

You glanced at Yoongi the poor boy giving him a death glare for speaking.

“Yoongi has what?”

“Not important,” Yoongi says putting his arm around your shoulder and you pushed his arm away.

“I’m Taehyung by the way,” he says reaching over for you hand and you both gave each other a proper handshake and exchanged smiles.

One by one the boys all began to introduce themselves. They were all super nice so far just meeting them. Why was Yoongi so… what’s the word? Why was he such an ass when you first met him?

“Yoongi, you should learn from these boys. They have manners when they first meet someone,” you smiled petting his head and he gave you a disbelief glare.

“Why do you say that?” Jin asks you and you smiled at him.

“He didn’t seem to speak to me when we first met till eventually I made him.”

“Yoongi is not a people person..” Hoseok says and I nodded.

“I can tell..”

~

You all got into the the van making Yoongi the driver and responsible for the rest of you all. You were sitting between Jimin and Hoseok.

“Have you ever been camping?” Jimin asks looking at you and you looked up at him.

“No… this will actually be my first time.” you smiled.

“Well, if it makes you feel better. I’ll be here to protect you from whatever,” Jimin says causing your cheeks to turn a bright shade of pink and you began to hear laughter from the boys.

“Yah! You just met the poor girl and already trying to hit on her,” Namjoon says and Jimin begins to blush along with you.

“It’s okay tho,” you said reaching over for Jimin hand and you began to hear hollering behind you.

“So childish,” yoongi hisses in annoyance and you rolled your eyes.

“Is he always this cranky?” you whisper to Hoseok and he just nods his head immediately.

“Figures..”

“You know Yoongi described you as annoying and irritating but you’re nothing like that at all..” Taehyung says and for some reason when you heard those words… you kind of felt upset..

“Tae,” you hear Yoongi hiss and you just looked down and then looked up smiling pretending you didn’t care.

“Good to know,” you giggled.

You were expecting Yoongi to maybe change his mind after spending some time with you… But you were wrong..

This camping trip with going to be a long trip…

~

To Be Continued..

Too Close to the Sun (6)

This is the sixth installment in my chaptered AU fic. To read the previous chapters, click on the links, hope you enjoy!

Too Close to the Sun Previous Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5

Penny

Missing two weeks of school had been very, very stupid, Penny thought to herself. Although she had been excused for her absences and turned everything in on time, she felt out of the loop, a feeling she despised. Baz had been eyeing her warily during all their classes, something that struck her as odd. Baz didn’t really pay attention to anybody. Unless it was Simon of course.
Simon had been quiet most of the day, and she figured out why during lunch. She heard Simon’s carefree laughter come from behind her, which seemed odd considering Agatha was already sitting at their table. Simon didn’t really hang out with anybody besides the two of them.
Agatha, who had been panicking about lighting for the school fashion show, seemed to come back into focus for a second.
“Oh! Penny I forgot to fill you in.”
Penny cocked her head. “On what?”
At that moment Simon and Baz sat down at their lunch table, cracking up and hitting each other’s chests excitedly. Penny wondered for a moment whether it was possible that she had entered an alternative universe.
Penny knew her face must have looked shocked, but she made no move to control her expression. She wasn’t the kind of person to hide her emotions, not unless it was going to help someone she loved.
Baz eyed her warily. “Bunce.”
“Pitch. Might I ask why you’re here?”
Simon cleared his throat. “Were friends now.”
Penny raised her eyebrow. “Oh?”
Simon half smiled. “Yea, isn’t it great?”
Penny nodded slowly, her mind working a mile a minute.
“Hm. Was I gone for more than two weeks? Because I can’t imagine a reality in which you two could become best buds in that short a time.”
Agatha wrung her hands nervously.
“Hey, um Penny, are you mad?”
That confused her. “Huh? No not really. A little annoyed that nobody thought to text me about it.”
Everyone laughed at that, even a nervous looking Baz. Penny let the rest of them take control of the conversation while she watched them interact. At first Penny was sure that Baz would be flirting with Agatha, but that never really happened. It was clear that he had affection for her, but of the brotherly sort. If he was flirting with anyone though, it seemed like he was flirting with Simon. Penny was a smart girl, and knew it was stupid to discount the possibility. Baz liking guys? Just as likely as him liking Agatha. But Baz liking Simon? That baffled her.
It wasn’t as if Simon was a bad person, or an unattractive person. It was that Simon had been Baz’s target for bullying for years. Of course, Simon was almost as bad towards Baz if Penny were to be fair. Regardless there were so many reasons for Baz to hate Simon, what with his father defending Nicodemus Petty in court, Natasha Pitch’s killer.
As she thought that, Simon leaned into Baz, an innocent touch of the shoulders and Penny watched Baz…light up. It was like Baz had been plugged into an outlet, a Simon outlet. Then she knew. There was no way to explain the way Baz looked other than the obvious. He’s in love with Simon Penny thought but is Simon in love with him?
It was as if Baz had read her mind. In that instant his head snapped in her direction. She saw him reading her in the same way she had been reading him all lunch. He’s so much like me she thought in surprise. His cool grey eyes were cutting, acknowledging her realization.
“Penny we should get to class.”
Simon stood, all smiles, but she could read the tension underneath. Simon had noticed Baz and Penny’s silent conversation.
“Sure.” She chirped.
She half-expected Baz to come with them, that’s what she would of done. But he didn’t. Instead he offered to walk Agatha to class. Penny watched him, feeling both sympathy for him and protectiveness for Simon. She could read the desperation in Baz and she wanted to help him. But Simon was fragile in so many ways and Baz had the looks of a heart breaker.

Simon

“Simon, seriously, I thought you hated each other.”
Simon shrugged. “We sit next to each other in English. We started to talk. Turns out when we aren’t trying to beat the shit out of each other we get along pretty well.”
Penny shook her head in disbelief. “I just don’t see how it’s that simple. You were convinced he was the king of all assholes.”
Simon felt a surge of protectiveness.
“I was wrong okay?”
Penny stared at him. “So he’s not a sarcastic son of a bitch?”
Simon chuckled unwillingly. “Well yeah, I guess he is.”
“I just…don’t understand. And you know how hard that is for me to say.”
Simon sighed, trying to find a way to explain.
“It just felt…right. Like maybe all the anger and frustration was because we were fighting something inevitable. We just flow, there’s no effort or struggle. I don’t mean that it’s easy being his friend; it constantly feels like I say the wrong things or painful things. But I mean that it’s natural, like I can be myself and not be worried about it for once.”
Penny looked…amazed. Simon watched several emotions flitter across her face, finally settling on affection. She shook her head. Penny seemed to be weighing her words.
“That’s definitely…not hating him.”
Simon nodded. “I’m glad he’s my friend. I’ve never thought I could have more than one best friend.”
Penny harrumphed.
“You’ll always be the best friend.”
Penny studied him.
“True, but Simon…”
Simon watched her expectantly, knowing she was about to deliver some intricate epiphany. But something caught her attention behind him. Simon turned and saw Baz staring at them, hands rigid by his side. Simon turned back to look at Penny, whose brow was furrowed in an almost pained expression.
“Well. I’m glad the two of you are friends. You’re good for each other.”
Simon smiled and walked into the classroom. He hadn’t noticed how Penny paused at the doorway. How she stared back at Baz, trying to silently communicate her feelings. He hadn’t heard her soft words.
“So good for each other.”

my guide to abandoned places

1. step lightly, floors break… and if you are not alone you may wake the sleeping.

2. never go alone. although it may seem safe you never know what lurks in the shadows, nor what stories the structure has to tell.

3. pay close attention to the placement of items, if something feels out of place move it until the feeling has settled.

4. take only things you intend to keep as memories, nothing that seems as though it has a tie to the structure.

5. if you see something unusual, press on. everything needs to be explored, let not an inch be undiscovered.

6. do not, i repeat do not, mess with things that belong to the children of the house. although in life you may be most afraid of the man of the house, in death the children are much more frightening.

7. watch for movement. shadows especially. if you take a picture and there is a shadow, it means you are not alone, but do not be frightened.

8. make sure to document any and all experiments. pictures, souvenirs, anything that you find odd.

9. VANDALISM is NOT allowed. do not break something that doesn’t belong to you. do not tear papers of any such importance, and never, ever, take a polaroid.

Shot Types.

For this video task, me and Amie were given the task to shoota video of a specific department within the college. We were given the Sports department. The different shot types we used were:

Shot 1: Close-Up/Cut-in.

For this shot, we done a close up of Amie pressing the button of the lift. We used this as an establishing shot, with going down to the 3rd floor. This shot also helps pay close attention to detail.

Shot 2: Extreme Close-up.

For this shot, we done an extreme close up of the lift opening. We felt this was effective as it showed out journey through the sports department, of us entering it.

Shot 3: Tilt/ low angle.

For this show we used a tilt of the view from the sports department.

Shot 4: Cut-in/Pan.

The pan of the hall way is effective as it gives the viewer an idea of the surroundings etc.

Shot 5: Tilt.

Shot 6: Glide.

This gives the viewer a sense of movement, as camera is moving along with the subject walking.

Shot 7: Extreme close up.

The extreme close up shot of the subject using the water machine creates close attention to detail.