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muchachadeningunaparte  asked:

''Simon... I found out who is your mother.''

“My… My mother?” he asks me, his eyebrows raising in confusion.

I grin at him and show him the picture on my phone. “She looks just like you.”

He rolls his eyes and frowns at me. “That’s Agatha’s dog, Baz.”


Leave the first sentence of a fic in my askbox, and I will write the next five.

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i actually could not stop thinking about this……..

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On this day, 30 January, in 1972 thirteen civil rights demonstrators were killed by members of the 1st Battalion Parachute Regiment on the streets of Derry, Ireland; fourteen more were injured. Another victim of the shootings died months later. In 2010 an inquiry found the killings ‘unjustifiable’ and police began a murder investigation.

scoiakrol  asked:

"What's there to survive for, if not this? The Scoia'tael?"

Usually the Elf would simply answer a question like this so briefly if it were not the ex-commander himself.  "By no means, old friend… You know as well as I, even more, the destiny of the Scoia'tael’s fate.  If there is another path for me aside from this, then I believe there is but naught. Life here, even if simple.. is better than wallowing in the shadows and clinging to the bitterness pain of hatred and sorrow.“

Before Iorveth had showed up, traps were quietly set around personally for nekkers by Cedric while out in the forest. It was somewhat of a surprise when he stopped his routine to meet eye-to-eye with The Woodland Fox. Naturally responding to the notorious Aen Seidhe, he did not straighten up his posture as if were to await orders. Instead he leaned against the tree trunk in a way like he were privately talking to a comfortable relative.

“I may be a deserter, but my veneration, as well as from those who have fought under your command and at your side, will forever remain true upon your vivid dreams. …Words whisper from Moril that you aim on the decision to seek out this new path Saskia has opened before you.” the wise Elf drawled. A familiar scent of vodka was easily hinted in his breath.

Sa bawat negative na mae-experience mo sa buhay mo, subukan mo hugutin ang positive side ng sitwasyon na yun. Para hindi ka nagsa-struggle ng sobra sobra.

For example:

Nag break kayo ng karelasyon mo, tapos pinagpalit ka niya sa iba. Inamin niya naman na siya ang mali and you deserve better.

Subukan nating hugutin ang positive side ng negative situation.

  • Una nag break kayo, isipin mo na agad na BAKA yun na iyong right time para sayo ni LORD na makita mo ang taong totoong nakalaan para sayo. Ang break-up kase, ginawa at inaallow talaga ni LORD yan para i-save ka or iseparate ka sa taong wala naman talagang papel sa buhay mo.
  • Pangalawa, appreciate his honesty kase sinabi niya namang mali siya at hindi ikaw ang naging problema. Deserve mo ang better and you deserve more.
  • Pangatlo, since meron siyang nakita something sa iba na WALA DAW SAYO, ibig sabihin lang nun, hindi ka talaga niya niya na-aappreciate bilang partner niya. At dahil diyan, tumibay pa ang FIRST PERSPECTIVE natin na hindi talaga siya ang right one.

Try mo lang himayin lahat ng mga nangyayare and look for positive things only. Your life will surely change.

drinking on a bet | hutchson

@fcaaronjohnson

It was finally the weekend of the carnival, which Josh was rather happy about to be honest. It was nice to get out of Los Angeles for awhile. But he felt like this weekend he was about to be just as inebriated as he was at Coachella – if not more all due to a bet he made with Aaron. However Josh had something to prove that Aaron couldn’t keep up with him in the drinking game. It took him awhile to find Aaron among all the people though when he did he smiled saying, “Hey man, good to see you.” 

the reservoir ;

( @presvgio, @carvedinlivingrock, @goldxntouch )

Faltavam apenas algumas quadras para Luna chegar a seu apartamento quando o estouro aconteceu e as luzes se apagaram. Sua primeira reação foi procurar pela função lanterna em seu celular, iluminando seu caminho até o prédio. A atenção da jovem tornou-se redobrada no percurso, sabia o quão propício à proliferação do caos podia ser um blackout em Gotham. Mesmo no total escuro ela conseguia ver a confusão de auras à sua volta, medo era a que mais aparecia entre os pedestres do bairro central da cidade. Checou seu apartamento tão logo colocou seus pés nele, certificando-se de que ninguém havia entrado lá. Trancou as janelas e a porta, checando seu celular na esperança de alguma informação sobre o ocorrido. Luna passou a noite em claro, escutando os gritos e, por vezes, os tiros do lado de fora de seu apartamento.

Conseguiu dormir um pouco quando a energia retornou e tudo pareceu se normalizar, mas antes mesmo do sol nascer o chamado da Legacy League chegou e Luna deixou seu apartamento e seguiu para os tunnels. Uma reunião de emergência havia sido convocada e os membros estavam se dividindo em grupos que seguiriam para lugares diferentes da cidade, na intenção de descobrir o que havia acontecido na noite anterior. O grupo de Luna contava com ela, Lorelei Markov, Isabella Harmon e Arno Stark. Quando se reuniram, a inumana pôde sentir que nenhum deles estava completamente certo do que fariam, por isso timidamente Luna tomou a frente, levando o grupo para o reservatório de água de Gotham.

Luna costumava ver a grande torre do reservatório de seu apartamento, do outro lado da cidade, mas ali a torre parecia ser ainda maior do que à distância. ❝ Disseram para encontrar o quadro de força. ❞ Comentou, empurrando o portão de ferro, agora já enferrujado com o tempo e a exposição às intempéries.  ❝ Talvez esteja naquela cabine. ❞ Apontou, virando-se para o grupo para saber o que os companheiros de missão pensavam sobre.

Her: Ano ba gusto mo!
Me: Stay.
Her: But I can’t love you back the way you want me to.
Me: I’m not asking for your love, I’m asking you to stay.
Her: What for? I am worthless, right?? And makapal mukha ko. Sabe mo nga. So aanhin mo ako??
Me: You need company more than I do. You may be a jerk, but a loving one.
Her: :’(
Me: *hugstight*

Nagpapakatanga na naman ako. Ayoko na :’( Ang sakit sakit malaman na MU pa rin pala sila so ano ako? Reserba? Ang bobo ko talaga sa pagibig! Sana dumating na yung right person para sa akin :’(

So, all quads are updated and I’ve revised my rp rules + info.

I’ve decided I’m not going to really do much para rp right now, it’s just….not possible for me. I hope everyone understands, I understand in return if anyone just not interested in roleplaying with me for that reason.

SHOUTOUT SA G8 NA BABAE

Hi! I’m Joyce, Joyce Namia. Gusto mo bang marinig ang tape mo? Pwes, basahin mo na lang to. Si Elaiza, si Presi, ngayong G10 ko lang yan nakaclose. Akala ko, masama yang tao pero I was wrong. Napakabait niyang tao, sa sobrang bait, nagpapagago na (jk labyu). At para naman sayo, kung sino ka man, hoy hindi man ako kasquad ni elaiza, friends kami. And you have no right para sabihin yun sa kanya. Baka ikaw talaga yung sinabi mo. Alam mo bang sabi ko iiwas muna ako sa mga bash bash ganan pero dahil sayo, nabreak ko. Kaya kung sino ka man, f you. I love you, NOT.

Gideon had spent far too much of his time after his conversation with Cliona locked away in his room trying to think things through. She was his friend, a fellow faerie, and the daughter of his boss and there was no way he could let any harm come to her without retribution. And the guilty party for her assault was Calcifer. What had happened between them was confusing at best and only served to make it more complicated. But the more Gideon sat back and looked at the situation, he realized it wasn’t complicated. The answer was clear. Cal was going to pay for what he’d done to Cliona and that what was what had to be done. Whatever else that might have happened didn’t factor in to the equation.

Once he’d reached his decision, Gideon had made a call down to the guards, requesting the same man that had come to remove Cal from his room to bring the slave to him once more. He’d been quick to financially persuade the guard to not remember him or anything about his activities. Now all he had to do was wait. He burned his way through four cigarettes and was working on a fifth when the knock finally sounded at his door. Gideon tugged it open without hesitation, but his face made it clear that what he saw on the other side hadn’t been what he was expecting. “Thank you,” he said to the guard as the man more or less pushed Cal into the room. “I’ll call you when I need you again.”

@calciferricci