people i would gladly live with

I was just watching CNN as they discussed the Pepsi commercial backlash.

My favorite part? Immediately after they first played the clip, everyone just sat in awkward silence and kind of just laughed at the absurdity that Kendall’s can of Pepsi solved police brutality.


Least favorite part? Symone Sanders (top right) make a beautiful point that Pepsi co-opted Black Lives Matter while placing a white woman at the FOREFRONT when it is black women and men putting their bodies on the line. Afterwords, Paris Dennard (bottom left - a man that CNN likes to pull out of the sunken place from time to time to be the token self hating black man) had to speak over her to assert that “we can’t say black lives matter is only for black people.”

And no one called him out on how grossly he missed the original point. Everyone gets so upset at the suggestion that white people aren’t allowed to own *everything* that they’ll gladly lay the bodies of people of color down to get stepped on. And opinions like his are always heralded as the “logical” one that gets the last word.

I would recommend any watch the clip just to hear Symone Sanders take the video & Kendell to task: https://twitter.com/cnntonight/status/849470715304828929

Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind. These passions, like great winds, have blown me hither and thither, in a wayward course, over a deep ocean of anguish, reaching to the very verge of despair.

I have sought love, first, because it brings ecstasy – ecstasy so great that I would often have sacrificed all the rest of life for a few hours of this joy. I have sought it, next, because it relieves loneliness – that terrible loneliness in which one shivering consciousness looks over the rim of the world into the cold unfathomable lifeless abyss. I have sought it, finally, because in the union of love I have seen, in a mystic miniature, the prefiguring vision of the heaven that saints and poets have imagined. This is what I sought, and though it might seem too good for human life, this is what – at last – I have found.

With equal passion I have sought knowledge. I have wished to understand the hearts of men. I have wished to know why the stars shine. And I have tried to apprehend the Pythagorean power by which number holds sway above the flux. A little of this, but not much, I have achieved.

Love and knowledge, so far as they were possible, led upward toward the heavens. But always pity brought me back to earth. Echoes of cries of pain reverberate in my heart. Children in famine, victims tortured by oppressors, helpless old people a hated burden to their sons, and the whole world of loneliness, poverty, and pain make a mockery of what human life should be. I long to alleviate the evil, but I cannot, and I too suffer.

This has been my life. I have found it worth living, and would gladly live it again if the chance were offered me.

—  Bertrand Russell
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This comic is a lot more raw and has a roughdraft-y feel to it because, well, it kind of is LOL;;; but this has been on my mind for a few days and I wanted it out as soon as possible, because I do not know one person who has gone through abuse (particularly manipulation in this case) mentally or emotionally unscathed, nor came out of it with their identity and/or their capabilities intact. It’s all an ugly trick, a way for the abusers to feed off of your uncertainty for their own personal gain of power. Even when you break away from the abuser there’s still a residue that lingers afterwards and it takes some fighting back to get rid of it. As we all will experience some form of manipulation or belittlement one way or another in life, never forget that you are your own person and not a side character in your own life. You call the shots, you make the rules. Don’t let anyone stand in your way of living your life to the fullest.

If anyone would like to participate in an activity I would love it if you guys shared with eachother what your favorite qualities are about yourself and what makes you powerful, okay? Whether it be just one word or an entire paragraph about what makes you special, I will gladly share it! There’s not enough personal positivity shared about ourselves and I want to encourage people that it’s ok to love yourself and your amazing qualities!!
Thanks so much for reading guys <3

What always hits me really hard about Mass Effect 3 is how you finally see Shepard get the recognition they always deserved, but it ends up being their downfall. Like, for two games Shepard time and time again saved countless people, countless systems of planets, countless RACES, and was never thanked. They were always told that their assistance wasn’t needed (which of course, it was).
Then ME3 comes and all of the people who were saved by Shepard in the past have no choice but to thank Shepard for what they did for them and show them the proper respect, all because they need saving one last time.
And all of that added responsibility, the vast amounts of people placing Shepard on a pedestal, put Shepard in a position where the world believed that only Shepard could save them.
And although that is in many ways true (how many people in the galaxy could have managed to cure the genophage AND liberate the Citadel for a second time) the fact still remains: Shepard was used. They found a hero who felt an obligation to save all they could, and made it impossible for them to say no.
And Shepard paid the ultimate price in the end by dying alone to save the lives of billions of individuals who would GLADLY see Shepard die rather than die themselves.
That’s always why I get so emotional over the London mission: you finally see other soldiers in the line of fire, sacrificing their lives so that Shepard can succeed. And then you have the LI, who even when injured wants so badly to stay at Shepard’s side and help them. And finally Anderson, the only person who has truly believed in Shepard from the very start, using his very last breath to remind Shepard how proud he is of them. And I’ve always believed that it was Anderson who pushed Shepard to finally finish it.
Shepard didn’t save the Galaxy for the approval of the masses, they saved it for those that mattered to them. And I can’t help but cry when I consider Shepard’s final thought as they ran towards their preferred beam. It wasn’t of the billions of lives they were saving, or the countless reapers they were stopping in their tracks, but of their friends. Those that were escaping safely in the Normandy (or so they hoped) and those who had lost their lives on the way. Because no matter how many people they managed to save, no matter what problems were solved, the best part of the journey was the family they formed.
And dying for that family was all that mattered.

of written feelings and words with meaning

Summary: Recently, Dan’s become addicted to this writing blog. He’s so addicted to it in fact, that he might as well be in love with it. The writer seems to say exactly how it feels and he finds himself wishing he had someone who was so deeply in love with him to write for him like that. Little does he know that there is already someone doing that and he’s closer than he thought.

Phil, on the other hand, has his own feelings and secrets to keep.

Excerpt:  For he was more than happy to stand at the shore, watching the tide roll than to submerge himself into the water, get whisked away by the waves, and before he knew it, he’d be too lost to find his way back.

Words: 5k+

Genre: Fluff, Angst (??)

A/N: FOUR DAYS. THIS TOOK ME FOUR DAYS. Anyyas, this was a whole lot of fun to write and I guess this is my year-end gift as well as my HOLY SHIT GUYS THANKS FOR 1.4K YA’LL ARE AMAZING GIFT.


“his laugh was a work of magic
filling my lungs with fresh air
he brought colour to a life so tragic
and held a heart with utmost care

yet he was a hero who didn’t know he was one
a knight saving people he couldn’t see
i would gladly give him the sun
even if he wouldn’t know it was me

oh what a cruel god rules my life
i write for a man who doesn’t know
and despite it, i hold unto the knife
cause i’ve planted a seed that has grown

so, i sit back and watch him live
because many say we met through fate
and bit by bit my heart i give
although i won’t get it back, ‘till kingdom come i’ll wait”


Dan’s eyes were focused on the addicting blue of the screen (he could think of a blue that looked much better than that), scrolling mindlessly, occasionally breathing out through his nose as a desperate attempt of a laugh when he came across the poem. With text posts, he’d normally read it then just scroll on. However, this one managed to hold him captive, a whisper of his mind told him to pay it more attention.

And so he did.

The brunet clicked on the poem’s original poster. Immediately, he was greeted by a monochrome theme with the title Words Written with Feeling in Search of a Meaning and he must admit, it took a while for his sleep-deprived mind to understand it.

For hours, Dan read this writer’s words. From what he could gather, the writer was a man and most of what he’s written was so tragically beautiful. His way with words was astonishing. They made you feel as if you were the one who felt his emotions.

Granted, most of his writing was in first person but despite that, the way he described his thoughts danced on the line of vague and descriptive. It was symbolic. His words made you think of their meaning enough to get a grasp on the complications that were his feelings.

Besides, he found it ironic that the blog was monochrome for the words of the writer were so colourful. Iridescent hues lacing between the curves of every letter. Splashes of colour highlighting every word.

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ID #58799

Name: Alice
Age: 17
Country: France

Hi ! I’m Alice. So i’ve wanted to have a penpal for a long time now and here seems the right place to find one.
I live in Brittany, in France. I can speak english and a little bit of spanish. I’m very open minded, accept all sexualities and gender. I love to discover new cultures and see how people live in other parts of the world ! I would be thrilled if you wanted to learn French, and i would gladly help you if you do. I like dramas (It’s Okay It’s Love is my all-time favorite ♥) & tv shows, especially Shadowhunters, Sherlock, Doctor Who and i plan on looking at Stranger Things. I absolutely love listening to music, and i can listen to pretty much everything : Kpop, pop, classic, oriental, jazz… If fanfics count as books, then i’m reading A LOT. I also read books of course, but i really have to be interested in it. I love photography, especially landscapes and my friend’s beautiful smiles.

Preferences: Any nationality, gender, sexuality, skin color, hair color… Whatever ! Just maybe someone around my age ;)

SENSE OF HAPPINESS & BALANCE / 04-17-2017

You are one step closer to Heaven when you are at the beach.”

Sand between my toes, sunshine on my face and wind in my hair – nothing better. The beach makes me feel up-beat and happy. I grew up on the seaside. This is where I permanently live and the people here all know me and my family well. I remember those times when I’ve got a lot on my mind, I used walk on the shore and lose my train of thoughts. I eat the best seafood and drink the freshest coconut juice. Whenever I’m home, I can always guarantee that I’ll have a good time.

I’ve just thought that the nature all around the world is wonderful; that the world has so much to offer us and I would gladly appreciate it throughout my life.

Netflix Phone Conversation

FYI for those who might be interested.

@our-connection-is-a-miracle and others have offered helpful suggestions as to what to say in emails. I used those ideas, and others, in the #renewsense8callparty and I thought I’d note them here in case anyone found them useful for them to use as well: 

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“But I know there are many of you out there; extraordinary people! Exceptional people who would gladly trade your ordinary lives for the opportunity to do one perfect act - our grand finale! Now, if you should decide to do so, we’ll be there for you, waiting anytime you want us. Why, we’re right inside your heads, and we promise you sets, costumes, lights, magic, and a short, but spectacular, career!”

Day 273: Leading Player (Pippin)

Percival Graves Imagine: Saving Yourself

• Imagine how, instead of MACUSA coming to save him, Percival is able to break himself out with the utmost of difficulty.

• Percival is weak and tired from Grindelwald’s previous torture sessions and invasion of his mind, but having been trained rigorously on what to do in capture and torture scenarios, he’s able to conserve little amounts of magic each day.

• His magic is completely depleted during the period he was tortured by the damned Dark Wizard, in order to keep his broken body alive.

• Through the meager sustenance he’s provided with, he is able to slowly replenish his magic. It helps that Grindelwald, during his stint at impersonating Percival, doesn’t visit him with promises of more torture.

• Whenever he can, Percival will just sit or lie absolutely still, allowing the unused kinetic and heat energy of his body to be transformed into magical energy. This, along with the thankfully consistent nutrients, slowly builds up his depleted magical reserves until one day, he’s able to cast a weak but effective Alohomora and incapacitate the single jailer, who is snoring quite happily.

• It’s at this point Percival realises how lucky he is, to have been one of the only three prisoners on whatever godforsaken place Grindelwald had thrown him to, and there was only one very lax guard to deal with. Already, Percival ids trembling with exhaustion but he forces himself to stay conscious as he prepares to Apparate, hoping to whatever wizarding or No-Maj god was out there, that he was still in America and oh god don’t let me splin-

• The atmosphere in the department of Magical Security is somewhat tense, the sort where if someone cracks a joke there will be war because everyone is on the verge of believing that Percival Graves is dead but no one wants to be the first to admit it. They won’t say it out loud, but each and every one of them, from the most junior of Aurors to the senior ones, some of whom are older than the Director, are wondering how they would function without the steadfast presence of their boss.

• Someone screams suddenly (Tina thinks it might be Abernathy, but he vehemently denies it afterwards) and everyone has their wands out instantly but then just freezes because Percival fucking Graves is standing at the doorway, dishevelled and gaunt and pale and weak but he’s alive .

• Percival grunts at his shell-shocked Aurors and wondered how the hell they’ve survived all this while with their slow reactions. He barks out a hoarse jibe at them, “What, never seen a man look awful before, have you?” before collapsing immediately after.

• It’s then that everyone finally snaps into action. Someone runs out to get a first-aid response team and contacts the wizarding hospital nearby (“- first class room please. HE’S THE FUCKING DIRECTOR OF MAGICAL SECURITY AND UNLESS YOU WANT THIS HOSPITAL SHUT DOWN, YOU GET THE BEST FUCKING TEAM ON STANDBY!”).Others rush to check on their boss’ condition and make sure he’s still breathing and someone else gets Madame Picquery and that someone is Tina who’s sobbing the whole way through. It’s only when the medical team bursts into their floor that everyone releases a simultaneous sigh of relief, and if more than one of them is crying, no one comments on it because even the hardiest of Aurors are sniffling.

• When Percival wakes up in the hospital room, the exasperated mediwitch tells him to be prepared for visitors, and his busy eyebrow rises higher and higher as his entire department squeezes themselves into the room. He stifles a laugh because these are men and women who are considered the elite of wizarding America, and here they all were, twisting their fedoras nervously in their hands and looking anywhere but him.

• He eventually takes pity on them and asks them about work and all of a sudden, a cacophony of voices fill the room as they all struggle to speak over one another. His Aurors are relieved they’re not expected to pussyfoot around him, and while a fair few of them would have liked to give him a hug (some out of relief, others out of infatuation because have you seen the man? He’s gorgeous!), they welcome Percival back like they would family and he’s grateful because this is where he belongs and he has a second chance to live again. So even though he rolls his eyes and tells everyone to pipe down, he does so with affection and pride because these are his people and Grindelwald is in for a fun, fun ride when he gets back to MACUSA. He’s certain his Aurors would gladly lend a hand. Or two. Or all hands available.

p.s I am not Jo Rowling, I have no idea if you can actually conserve magic the way Percival is written to have done here. And if there are plotholes, I’m sorry, but I just needed to get this out. Enjoy!

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ID #60196

Name: Mathilde

Age: 20

Country: France

Hi everyone! I’m Mathilde, 20 and currently studying medicine. I never had a pen pal so I’m really excited. I don’t have many friends in real life because I’m shy, so I would love to speak with new people.

I love all kind of music (but Twenty One Pilots is my absolute fav), science, animals, series (Skam, Sherlock, In The Flesh…). I’m a huge Harry Potter nerd (and a proud hufflepuff, fight me) plus I have a strange obsession with Naruto.
My personality type is INTP. I’m kind of awkward at first, but it gets better once you know me. I would love to learn new things, new cultures. I’m really interested in the different ways people live around the world. I can speak French (if you want to learn this language, I would gladly help), English and a tiny bit of Spanish. I am looking for someone really open-minded, friendly, with whom I can talk about anything. I would prefer to talk online because I’m kind of broke.

So yeah, have a nice day (:

Preferences:  18+
Someone kind and open-minded (no homophobic, racist, sexist..)

16.11.08 fancafe - bts_rap monster

01:00
Last broadcast rain

Bangtan did the last broadcast. We did the last broadcast and the rain was pouring down

It’s as if it had been waiting to come down

I know a little about loneliness since? since yesterday? I don’t remember but, I became fond of the rain. No one knows but, I would often go out without an umbrella and just wander (In fact, even these days I still do)

Rain and music are quite similar. Depending on the setting during that time, your expression changes according to the situation, and the implications can be different, right? There can be extended time of sorrow, also times it’s the complete opposite, to times of just purification, rest, wry smiles etc.. However I have always liked the smell of rain constantly. Is it because the dust is being washed away?

In fact the past few years, always, I’ve wanted to write a song about the rain. (we do have Rain… But I want to do my own version) A lot of my favourite songs are songs about the rain. Epik High hyung’s ‘Umbrella’, Let It Rain, Younha noona’s 'Sound Of The Rain’, X-Japan’s 'Endless Rain’ FreeTempo’s 'Rain’, Razah’s 'Rain’, Kim Hyunsik teacher’s 'Like Music Like The Rain’ etc. It’s seriously a lot, right? The rain has gladly became a muse for so many people. The world has become better to live in because of the rain

We learn from a science book when you are child - The amount of water is constant, that it can become the see, become the river, become the rain, that makes the earth spin - this is really really interesting. The raindrops hitting against my window now could be from the Himalayas. Endless mixing, dividing.. I wish I could live as raindrops too, I wonder if raindrops knew the feelings of loneliness, I would feel a little pitiful. Coming and going.

Anyways, much like the rain, things passed by like a panorama this month. I can’t believe we’ve already done the last broadcast. I know it’s cliche but, it was more like it this time really. For four weeks, the rain has come come down like never before for me and you.

The world is that rain “is Korea’s best rainfall in year”, “first such and such of rain”. 'x00mm’ with similar things said people are going to record such things and of course it’s something to be happy about but, our rain cannot be left to just number. as if that’s all we know. Before this rainfall there’s been countless others, in my eyes, in you’re eyes, and even my body every time I’m on stage. Every minute there are floods and waves driven. At this moment, I’m not far away, I like that you guys and I are here, mixing and falling like raindrops. So I just wanted to say that I don’t want us to be left as just numbers.
Singers follow the song title, really as this title says this rain contains mine and your blood, sweat and tears.

Listen to the rain now!
Have a good night.

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Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind. These passions, like great winds, have blown me hither and thither, in a wayward course, over a deep ocean of anguish, reaching to the very verge of despair.

I have sought love, first, because it brings ecstasy – ecstasy so great that I would often have sacrificed all the rest of life for a few hours of this joy. I have sought it, next, because it relieves loneliness – that terrible loneliness in which one shivering consciousness looks over the rim of the world into the cold unfathomable lifeless abyss. I have sought it, finally, because in the union of love I have seen, in a mystic miniature, the prefiguring vision of the heaven that saints and poets have imagined. This is what I sought, and though it might seem too good for human life, this is what – at last – I have found.

With equal passion I have sought knowledge. I have wished to understand the hearts of men. I have wished to know why the stars shine. And I have tried to apprehend the Pythagorean power by which number holds sway above the flux. A little of this, but not much, I have achieved.

Love and knowledge, so far as they were possible, led upward toward the heavens. But always pity brought me back to earth. Echoes of cries of pain reverberate in my heart. Children in famine, victims tortured by oppressors, helpless old people a hated burden to their sons, and the whole world of loneliness, poverty, and pain make a mockery of what human life should be. I long to alleviate the evil, but I cannot, and I too suffer.

This has been my life. I have found it worth living, and would gladly live it again if the chance were offered me.

—  Bertrand Russell

silverthewolf2202  asked:

Yo nerd. Got dirt on the dirt? (idk but really got headcannons on younger #sadman?

BOY DO I.

~ Nanu has always been a cynical, sarcastic asshole, but he was once a cynical, sarcastic asshole with a smile, a laugh, and a heart that didn’t hate humanity.

~ He used to tease Looker relentlessly about everything. Drop your spoon? Comment. Misplace a pen? Comment. Nanu lived to mess with his subordinates.

~ Nanu surprisingly used to be rather the charismatic leader. His people would gladly take his advice and follow his lead, no questions asked. He was quite respected in his field.

~ And then the IP fucked up and let an Ultra Beast through that destroyed the mountain outside of Po Town. It killed Nanu’s best friend, Acerola’s father and her mother. He adopted her soon after, and Nanu was never quite the same after.

~ Actually Nanu hit a downward spiral after that because the IP kept jacking up all over the place and his superiors weren’t listening to his suggestions on how to contain them. He quit about two years after taking in Ace.

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ORIGINAL IMAGINE: http://e1e4n0r5.tumblr.com/post/152429242606/so-how-are-we-supposed-to-defeat-this-girl 

WARNINGS: Threats of violence

As you sit in your throne, presiding over your Court, you feel a small tingle in your ear, realising that someone is trying to contact you. Turning your head to the side, your mind seeks out the magic user. When you discover who it is, you laugh to yourself.

“Oh, my darling…” You close your eyes and concentrate on the magical signature. The source comes from many Realms away, but it is strong. You are able to grasp on to it, and you pull firmly, bringing the person – or rather, people – on the other end of the line, to your Court.

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40 Random Halloween Prompts (For Writers)

1.       The new tenants of the house I’m haunting are being haunted by another ghost. War ensues.

2.       I sliced my hand open trying to carve a pumpkin for my crush and s/he saw the whole thing and now has to drive me to the hospital. FML.

3.       Trick, or treat?

4.       My crush invited me to a haunted house and I agreed even though I’m a complete scaredy-cat.  

5.       I’m, like, 85% sure my neighbor/roommate is a supernatural creature, even though they technically shouldn’t exist.

6.       I was invited to a costume party my crush is attending but wasn’t able to shop for a costume until the last minute and everything left is terrible. The problem: costumes are mandatory.

7.       Supposedly, Halloween is the one day when the veil between the worlds of the living and the dead is the thinnest. I take advantage of this and try to summon the spirit of my [someone important], but end up summoning someone—or something—else instead.  

8.       Harmless Monster.

9.       I found an old storybook in my basement and, having nothing else to do on Halloween night, decide to read it. I somehow got sucked in and now I’m trapped and please help.

10.   I give my crush cupcakes for Halloween. S/he has an allergic reaction to one of the ingredients in them.

11.   Only on Halloween are vampires able to enter one’s home without permission.

12.   I was abducted by a supernatural creature for reasons unknown. 

13.   I allowed myself to be peer-pressured into staying in a haunted house overnight with my crush.

14.   I have to take my kid/sibling trick-or-treating. The only thing making the night even remotely tolerable is the fact that my their best friend’s sibling/parent/guardian/etc, whom I’m hopelessly attracted to, is coming along.

15.   Some people celebrate Halloween. Others celebrate Samhain.

16.   Speed Dating. In costumes.

17.   I got lost at a Halloween parade. Whoops.

18.   Masquerade Ball.

19.   Pumpkin Spice Lattes &  Halloween Decorations.

20.   Halloween night always brings out the crazies.

21.   I got stuck in a time loop. If only I could figure out what I need to do to get out of it.

22.   Interspecies relationships are hard. However, they can rewarding too.

23.   I don’t have a problem with supernatural creatures, but come the f#ck on, I can’t seriously be the only human in this damn house/dorm/etc.

24.   On Halloween you’re supposed to line your windows and doors with salt and place mistletoe in front of your house or else they will come. I…kind of forgot to.

25.   I work in a costume shop and you keep coming in to try things on but never buy anything.  I don’t care how hot you are, if you don’t pick something soon I’m going to punch you.  

26.   A Halloween Festival.

27.   Halloween is the only day of the year I’m allowed to enter the human world.

28.   Um, thanks for the compliment, but this isn’t actually a costume…

29.   I’m a supernatural creature. My best friend/crush/partner isn’t.  It’s especially hard to hide what I am on All Hallow’s Eve.

30.   Every year, on Halloween, I dream of someone I’ve never actually met.

31.   Creepy Courtships.

32.   Based on episode 6.02 of Buffy, “Halloween,” wherein people take on the characteristics of whatever costume they’re wearing because magic.

33.   IT LIVES!!!

34.   Why can’t I ever have a normal Halloween?

35.   So, not to sound paranoid or anything, but I think I’m being stalked by a supernatural creature? Is there someone I can call for this?

36.   Rituals & Unexpected Consequences.

37.   My birthday is on October 31st

38.   Angels and Demons.

39.   Death comes to visit.

40.   Sic Gorgiamus Allos Subjectatos Nunc: We gladly feast on those who would subdue us. – The Addams Family Motto

The reversed Cinderella

BTS werewolf AU

Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/ Part 5/Part 6/ Part 7/Part 8 /Part 9/Part 10/ Part 11

A/N : Part 1 and 2 are already out. I have decided to make this around 10 parts.I know super long but I really like this werewolf au . If you want to request another member please send me an Ask or a Request ,I will gladly write it. Sorry for any mistakes made.😊😉

Word count: 3,913

Warnings: Bad language at times.



The story tired you out a lot , it was more of a strain on your mind than on your body .The girls let you sleep and went to the kitchen to leave all the cups and bags of snacks that Leela brought up to the room awhile ago.

“Huh”sighed Serene

“What’s wrong? “asked her Radina

“In the end her being bitten wasn’t a coincidence.”Serene turned around after washing the cups and leaned on to the counter.”She knows the alpha.”

  Everyone was sitting on to the chairs around the big table looking at Serene.

“Do you think we should tell the guys?”Genni was hesitant for a moment after asking the question 

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Altean Lance, Hance ficlet


   
  Waking from the pod and realizing it had been 10,000 years since he’d entered it, had been disorienting. Finding out his planet and people had been gone for 10,000 years had crushed him. Finding out the traitorous Zarkon still lived had been maddening. But these strange new people, his new friends and fellow Paladins had made all of it easier to bare.

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