Okay, here’s everyone’s itineraries for Thanksgiving at my place. I know a lot of your families are out of town, and you just want to relax, but I think we’ll all enjoy ourselves more if we rigidly stick to the schedule.
Here’s everyone’s itineraries for Thanksgiving at my place. I know a lot of your families are out of town, and you just want to relax, but I think we’ll all enjoy ourselves more if we rigidly stick to the schedule.
It had been three weeks since Jason had been taken in.
Bruce rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hands, sighing deeply.
Three weeks. Three weeks of dull silence and zero eye contact. Three weeks of the boy sitting at the table, still as a log, muscles tense and rigidly cold. One week of denial, the second week of coaxing, and the final week of acceptance.
Jason Todd was his own man, and could not be convinced to open up.
Bruce took a sip of his coffee.
Three weeks of peace and quiet, more or less.
Because today, Jason Todd, who was his own man, had decided to send that sentiment straight to hell.
“I ain’t eating this.”
“You will eat as your schedule requires, sir.”
Jason leaned back in his chair, clenching his hands. The snarl took up half of his face, eyes large between his jutting cheekbones. “I ain’t a dog,” he hissed, pushing himself to stand. “Schedules do not dictate my life. Ya hear me? I’m not eating this.”
Alfred’s face was impassive. “Would you find something else to your liking, sir?”
“Then kindly resume with your dinner.”
Small hands slammed against the tabletop. “I already told ya—”
Bruce shook his head tiredly, chair scraping back as he stood and exited the dining room. Just as he passed the threshold, Alfred turned. The older man sent a look of pure disappointment, brown eyes tinged with hurt.
Bruce’s heart quivered. He shook his head once more as he exited, Jason’s raspy voice rising to shouts. ‘I can’t, dear old friend,’ he mentally apologized. ‘I can’t.’
okay so that hurt auston matthews one was so good, could you write something more like that? maybe not him being injured but just frustrated bc the leafs are losing lots of games or something like that
I LOVE ANGST but im v bad bc i just write everyone happy smh
Tbh i just realised i got two similar requests in a row
Warnings: language idk??
Song suggestion of the day: Scorpio by Emily Bea (its so sweet and I.. AWH)
You narrowed your eyes a little as you tried to concentrate on the garbled instructions on the other end of the phone over the noise of the television blaring in the next room. You found yourself apologising quickly as you ducked your head out of the kitchen, covering the bottom of the phone as you did so. “Auston can you turn that down a bit.” You called, but you didn’t bother to linger long enough to see if your boyfriend, who was sat rigidly on the couch glaring at the TV, would actually comply with your request.
“Sorry,” you murmured into the phone, pressing a hand to your other ear as you attempted to catch what they were asking you as you tried to update your health insurance for the third time this week. “Okay, yep.” you replied, hastily scrawling something down on the notepad you had ready. You suppressed a groan of annoyance as the TV continued to play at exactly the same volume. “I’m so sorry.” you told the woman on the other end of the line before you walked into the living room, covering the phone again and resorting to standing in front of the TV to get your boyfriend’s attention. “Auston, can you please turn that down, I’m on the phone.”
Usually this wasn’t a problem but the way Auston had been acting lately was anything but usual. Your sweet and charming boyfriend had been moody and overly sarcastic for the past couple of weeks. No matter how open to talking you’d made yourself to him he was having none of it. So you’d given him space and hoped he’d sort himself out but now you were of the opinion that it had gotten a little out of hand. Auston had been watching his old games at full volume and you’d tried to be accomodating. He hardly spoke to you and you’d tried to be patient with him. He was hardly home and you tried to be understanding. But seeing as you were trying to keep this house functional, your patience was wearing thin.
Imagine: Trying to comfort Castiel
after he has a fight with Dean.
(not my GIF)
emerged from your room into an unusual sort of silence. You knew the boys were
back from their latest adventure because Sam’s text announcing there was hot
pizza in the kitchen had just woken you from a nap. Yet, somehow the bunker still
seemed too quiet. Grabbing your fluffy robe from the door to stave off the
chilly atmosphere, you ambled onward to the kitchen.
Y/N,” Sam greeted you with a grin over his laptop screen, “sorry I woke you.”
He motioned at his hair with a wince, signaling you to check your own.
your hair, you discovered an epic case of bed head and smiled gratefully, “Don’t
be, thanks.” Idly combing your fingers through your locks to tame the mess,
your eyes fell upon Dean. He sat rigidly in the chair, arms crossed, brooding
over half-eaten slice of pizza and bottle of beer. You glanced around the
periphery of the small room – finding no sign of the blue-eyed angel you’d
grown especially fond of this last year of calling the bunker home, innocently
asking, “Where’s Cas?”
grimaced at your words, bracing his shoulders as if for impact.
green eyes narrowed darkly. He shrugged apathetically, voice edged in fresh anger,
“Wherever the hell he wants to be, probably figuring out new ways to jam the
letter I into team.”
frown crept over your lips. A brief glance at Sam confirmed the situation – the
angel and the elder Winchester were bickering, again. You now understood the
strange feeling in the air. You pointed at the floor, mouthing the words to
Sam, “Is Cas here?”
exhaled a sigh of relief - the last time Cas had disappeared for weeks, failing
to respond to your calls to check in. Only when you sent out a desperate prayer
asking for help on a hunt, explaining Sam and Dean were otherwise indisposed and
you were alone, did he make contact. He helped you with that case, and stayed
by your side for a string of others. Afterward he tagged along back to the
bunker with you, and things between he and Dean had been copacetic for a time.
exactly where you would find an angel seeking solitude in the bunker, you spun
on your heel and marched down the hall. Descending into the storage room slash
dungeon, you found him sitting on the floor, slumped against the wall, blue
didn’t stir at your presence.
closer, fuzzy-socked toes nudging the hem of his trench coat, “May I?”
bobbed almost imperceptibly.
dropped to the floor beside him, taking a deep breath and scooting nearer until
your shoulder barely touched his. You sat in shared silence, knowing no words could
fix what he was going through – it was between him and Dean. But you weren’t
there to talk about it.
first, the angel didn’t understand why you picked up his hand.
turning it over in yours, you delicately traced the rough-hewn lines of his
palm, pausing to study the smallness of your own hand in comparison. Your heart
ticked faster, emboldened by the sensation of his warm skin against your own.
observed your actions with a casual indifference.
he didn’t pull away, you interlaced your fingers through his, drawing his hand to
your lap and clasping his palm tight. You stared hopefully at the line of his
jaw, his expression remaining unreadable.
Bit by bit, his
vessel responded to the comforting gesture, tenseness easing from his muscles, glimmering
blue eyes flashing curiously over your intertwined hands. Gradually, his focus
shifted to peer searchingly into your eyes.
his questioning gaze. Smiling reassuringly, you reached your free hand out to
brush a dark curl behind his ear, your fingers curling to caress his stubbly
cheek, “You are not alone, Castiel.”
His eyes welled at your simple sentiment, heart soaring
with the novelty of a new emotion. He squeezed your hand back, a small smile
stirring in his solemn features, the light returning to his eyes. For all the concepts which confounded the
fallen angel, one notion blazed with sudden clarity – love.
Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy sentence starters
1. "Time is an illusion. Lunchtime, doubly so."
2. "This must be a Thursday. I never could get the hang of Thursdays."
3. "Don't panic."
4. "Would it save you a lot of time if I just gave up and went mad now?"
5. "If there's anything more important than my ego around here, I want it caught and shot now."
6. "We demand rigidly defined areas of doubt and uncertainty!"
7. "The answer to the Great Question... of life, the universe and everything... is... is... 42."
8. "So long, and thanks for all the fish."
9. "Did I do anything wrong today, or has the world always been like this and I've been too wrapped up in myself to notice?"
10. "____! There's an infinite number of monkeys outside that want to talk to us about this script for Hamlet they've worked out."
11. "If I asked you where the hell we were, would I regret it?"
12. "Ah. This is obviously some strange usage of the word 'safe' that I wasn't previously aware of."
13. "Life. Loathe it or ignore it, you can't like it."
14. "Is there any tea on this spaceship?"
15. "I don't want to die now! I've still got a headache! I don't want to go to heaven with a headache, I'll be all cross and I won't enjoy it!"
16. "It's part of the shape of the universe. All I have to do is talk to someone and they begin to hate me."
17. “Very deep. You should send that in to the Reader's Digest. They've got a page for people like you.”
18. "I know as much about myself as my mind can work out under its current conditions. And its current conditions are not good.”
19. "You watch this door. It's about to open again. I can tell by the intolerable air of smugness it suddenly generates."
20. “Do you find coming to terms with the mindless tedium of it all presents an interesting challenge?”
21. "I seem to be having tremendous difficulty with my lifestyle."
22. "Hey, this is terrific! Someone down there is trying to kill us!"
23. “The mere thought hadn't even begun to speculate about the merest possibility of crossing my mind.”
24. "It gives me a headache just trying to think down to your level."
25. "I could have more fun in cat litter."
26. “If you ever find you need help again, you know, if you are in trouble, need a hand out of a tight corner, please, don't hesitate to get lost.”
27. "I was created to fulfill a function and I failed in it. I negated my own existence."
28. "You'll need to have this fish in your ear."
29. "They've got about as much sex appeal as a road accident."
30. "You're turning into a penguin. Stop it."
31. “Perhaps I'm old and tired, but I always think that the chances of finding out what really is going on are so absurdly remote that the only thing to do is to say hang the sense of it and just keep yourself occupied.”
32. "Ow! My brains!"
33. "If you just ignore me, I expect I shall probably go away."
34. "It's partly the curiosity, partly a sense of adventure, but mostly I think it's the fame and the money....”
35. "The old me knew. The old me cared. Fine, so far so good. Except that the old me cared so much that he actually got inside his own brain--my own brain--and locked off the bits that knew and cared, because if I knew and cared I wouldn't be able to do it."
36. "If you’ve never been through a matter transference beam before you’ve probably lost some salt and protein."
37. "Space is big. Really big. You just won't believe how vastly, hugely, mindbogglingly big it is. I mean, you may think it's a long way down the road to the chemist's, but that's just peanuts to space."
The maneuverable space of The Legend of Zelda: Link’s Awakening is an 8x10 square space (80 squares in total), through which the player character, projectiles, and enemies are able to freely move. By building the world as a series of rigidly defined blocks, with squared off sprites to match, the game’s world was able to achieve a significant size for the system, despite allowing for the player to move throughout so freely.
Evans was already in trouble and it wasn’t because she was in the Emergency
Room for the second time in two months…it was because she’d spotted him.
A Christmas tree twinkled by the ER
Check-In desk and cheery Christmas music was playing loudly over the wireless.
It made the atmosphere in the room perkier, despite the fact that there was a
crying girl next to Lily and a man with chicken pox only feet away. The seat Lily
sat on rigidly was cold and goosebumps were displayed on her pale legs. She was
wearing a velvet dress that didn’t do much in the way of warmth but she hadn’t
planned on leaving her sisters house at any point that night.
At least, not until she’d sliced her arm instead of the holiday ham.
Aphobes hate people who don’t experience sexual attraction and claim they’re being homophobic by somehow sexualizing gay people by existing…but then the aphobes are also viciously anti-kink and hate on allo aros for things like having casual sex or being poly (when they remember aros exist at all)…so really I think they just want to rigidly control people’s sexuality to some standard of assimilationist respectability, most of them.
Seriously, there’s something to be said about keeping a consistent art direction in a game, and the HOLDS in Skyrim do a good job of differentiating themselves for the most part. I wouldn’t confuse Falkreath Hold with the Rift or Whiterun with The Reach. And the walled cities are different enough that you can tell them apart. But most of the settlement construction itself just kind of… doesn’t care about the lore that’s been set up by the setting of the city?
And part of that comes down to keeping too rigidly to that art direction. Solitude doesn’t FEEL much different than Riften, despite being on opposite ends of the province, in opposite climates (in relation to the range of climate Skyrim has), and with completely different cultural influences.
Like, Solitude should FEEL like a city from Oblivion, but in an effort to keep everything cohesive, they made it FEEL like everything else in the game. It feels more like Dawnstar than Anvil. Likewise, MArkarth was a missed opportunity. in every other instance, Dwarven structures are shown to have things like communal living quarters, interconnected with everything else, purpose-built research centers, observatories, factories. But nope, Markarth seems like it was built by a set of Dwemer that just happened to share Nordic sensibilities regarding housing and commerce philosophy.
Can you imagine a Markarth built into ACTUAL Dwarven ruins? Like, obviously the Nords and Bretons aren’t going to settle it like the Dwemer did, communal housing isn’t the norm except for the abjectly impoverished, it’s a different culture, but by the gods, at least SHOW how they adapted to live in this environment that was not built to house them
“Most people are on the world, not in it — have no conscious
sympathy or relationship to anything about them — undiffused, separate,
and rigidly alone like marbles of polished stone, touching but
separate.” ― John Muir
On this day in music history: March 19, 1990 - “Violator”, the seventh studio album by Depeche Mode is released. Produced by Depeche Mode and Flood, it is recorded at PUK Studios in Copenhagen, Denmark, The Church, Master Rock Studios in London, Axis Studios in New York City and Logic Studios in Milan, Italy from May 1989 - January 1990. After years of cultivating an ever growing and loyal fan base around the world, the synth-pop band from Basildon, Essex, UK return to the studio in the Spring of 1989 to record the follow up to “Music For The Masses”. Depeche Mode co-produce their new album with Flood (aka Mark Ellis), best known for his work with U2, Ministry, and Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds. Unlike previous Depeche Mode albums which stick very rigidly by Martin Gore’s original song demos, the band take a different approach when recording the final tracks. With Gore writing songs with very skeletal arrangements, it allows the others more freedom in helping shape them in the studio, often with great results that were not originally envisioned. It is the bands breakthrough album on a worldwide basis and their most commercially successful in the US, spinning off four singles including “Personal Jesus” (#28 Pop), “Enjoy The Silence” (#8 Pop), and “Policy Of Truth” (#15 Pop). The band support the album with the extensive “World Violation” Tour throughout 1990. The album itself spends a total of seventy four weeks on the US album chart. In 2006, the album is remastered and reissued as a high definition Super Audio Compact Disc (SACD) with bonus tracks, including a bonus DVD featuring the documentary “Depeche Mode 1989–90 (If You Wanna Use Guitars, Use Guitars)”, along with “Violator” remixed into DTS and Dolby Digital 5.1 surround sound. Originally issued in very limited quantities on vinyl, it is also reissued as a 180 gram vinyl LP in 2014 and again in 2016. “Violator” peaks at number two on the UK album chart, number seven on the Billboard Top 200, and is certified 3x Platinum in the US by the RIAA.
Etruscan Art, the Inspirers to Alberto Giacometti’s Statuary.
Volterra was noted for its production of distinctive bronze figurines which are extremely tall and slim human figures with tiny heads. They are perhaps a relic of much earlier figures cut from sheet bronze or carved from wood and are curiously reminiscent of modern art sculpture. The most famous example dates to the 3rd century BCE and is known as the Ombra della Sera (‘Evening Shadow’). It is a 57 cm tall representation of a naked boy who is rigidly standing to attention and wearing the hint of a smile. The figure is on display in the Museo Etrusco Guarnacci in Volterra.
Thankful to Mark Cartwright’s article for ancient.eu - the Ancient History Encyclopedia
We start off with the impression, in Return to Omashu, that she’s this dull goth girl. She plays with knives, is emotionless, moans about her family, gives up her brother to save her standing, and runs off to join up with Azula.
The rest of the series undoes this first impression in a handful of appearances.
In Zuko Alone, we see how Azula has been manipulating and controlling Mai and Ty Lee’s lives from their childhood. We see how she shames and humiliates Mai for displaying an emotion she doesn’t approve of. Later, in The Beach, we learn that she was rigidly controlled by her parents as well, in order to fit the mold of a politician’s daughter.
Those two scene explain Mai’s behavior almost completely in Return to Omashu. Mai has grown up being abused, manipulated, and controlled by Azula. Like all abuse survivors, she’s learned a balancing act. She’s learned how to detect what Azula wants, what she needs to do to escape that humiliation. Her sacrifice of her brother- she pauses before giving her assent- is a calculated move. She guesses that Aang won’t hurt Tom-Tom. She knows Azula will hurt her if she disobeys. In that moment, like Zuko in Crossroads of Destiny, she chooses herself. And of course she runs away- she’s not free with Azula, but she’s not free at home, and at least with Azula she can do something.
Frankly, those are as complex and interesting motivations (or more so) than we get for characters like Jet and Ty Lee and Suki, who don’t really get the same “bland” complaint thrown at them. But what makes Mai so amazing is that she is not a static character. She has a fantastic character arc.
I see a lot of people give Mai shit for how she interacts with Zuko, like when she says “I didn’t ask for your life story” on the boat. And what baffles me with that is that these same people can easily grasp that Zuko behaves antisocially at times because of his legacy of abuse, but can’t extend that same understanding to Mai. Of course she has trouble knowing what to say to make her boyfriend feel better. One of her only friends was abusive to her, and her parents were hypercontrolling. How could she possibly develop normal social skills. But what I love about Mai is that she clearly tries, so hard, and increasingly more so as the third season progresses. In Nightmares and Daydreams especially- I see people insult her for not successfully calming Zuko but 1) he’s clearly happier than he’s ever been before when he’s with her, despite his angst, 2) she is trying her ass off. She tries distracting him, she tries telling him that stupid meeting wasn’t worth much anyway, she tries asking him to open up. And she’s so damn happy when he tells her the meeting went well.
But I’d also say the boat scene, in her own clumsy way, is her trying to make Zuko feel better. I know from growing up with people with anger issues that I often have the instinct to defuse or derail a situation that’s emotionally heavy. It’s not healthy, but I can see it as abuse-victim Mai’s first instinct in a “my boyfriend’s incredibly upset” situation.
But my favorite part of her arc is that the girl who gave up her brother in a calculated, rational move of weights and balances becomes the girl who takes a leap of faith, who takes a stand because she loves Zuko, she trusts him, she trusts what he’s fighting for. Being with someone who’s brave enough to stand up for what he believes in and to love her, Azula be damned, gives her the courage to finally face down her fears and fight back against her abuser. I’m not a shipper, go with Zutara or Maiko or whatever, but I have to acknowledge that being with someone who cared about her and wanted to hear her, wanted her to speak out, helped her become more confident and courageous.
But throw away all the shipping and what you’re left with is the story of a girl who has been controlled and abused all her life, who is lonely and emotionally stunted and caged. And she ends up staring her abuser in the face and telling her that no, she may be afraid but she’s not letting that control her anymore, she is making her stand. And she ends up in The Boiling Rock but at the end of the show she’s with a new family and she’s loved and she’s free.
“Don’t you see that the whole aim of Newspeak is to narrow the range of thought? In the end we shall make thoughtcrime literally impossible, because there will be no words in which to express it. Every concept that can ever be needed, will be expressed by exactly one word, with its meaning rigidly defined and all its subsidiary meanings rubbed out and forgotten.”
1984 was first published on this day, June 8, in 1949.
His stare was intense and a wave of an unknown feeling hit you like a ton of bricks. Everyone seemed to know what was happening except you and Bella which was rather understandable.
As the feeling grew, you couldn’t help take a deep breath and stood rigidly on the spot.
“(Y/N), are you okay?” Bella asked quietly.
You looked at Bella before looking at the marble steps in front of you.
“I feel funny.” You murmured.
The blondes stare didn’t let up and soon the wave turned into what was almost like a pulse. Every know and then you’d feel a pulse and a tugging sensation in your chest.
“Allow me, my dear.” Aro said to you softly as he took your hand.
“Interesting, I can see your thoughts but not your sisters.” He chuckled. “You have quite the imagination.
Brothers…come meet (Y/N).”
They were in front of you in seconds and the tugging faded slightly.
“I do not believe any explanation is needed as to why I’ve asked you to meet them.” Aro said. They all stared at you, side by side.
You stayed quiet.
“Is this what I think it is?” Caius asked.
“Yes.” Marcus said and Aro smiled.
Bella looked toward Edward for an explanation.
Edwards jaw was clenched looking between the three leaders.
Almost like a newfound curiosity, Caius reached out, his cold fingertips ghosted over your forehead. Sparks of what felt like electricity sourced from his touch and went through your body and left a warm feeling. It calmed you for a moment before you remembered just where you were and your current situation. The sensation arrived and left just as quick as his touch.
You tuned out everything else that was said and was snapped out of your thoughts when Bella nudged you.
You had only got to the door when a voice barked out.
“THEY ARE NOT LEAVING!”
You slowly turned to see Caius standing with a panicked yet livid expression as though he couldn’t entirely make up his mind on what he was actually feeling.
“That one is staying here!”
“(Y/N), come on, let’s go.” Edward grabbed you but you snatched your hand away.
“I can decide for myself.”
“Not this time, please.” Bella begged.
“Nor is it yours. You’ve made plenty of decisions on your own so far, now let me make mine. I…I think I should stay, I want to see what this is.”
“That’s why you can’t make this decision.” Bella said frustrated. “This is crazy.”
“Alright Bella in all honesty, I can’t say I’m thrilled at the thought of returning back to Forks so that you and your boyfriends and their family can parade around whilst I stand in the background. Even you can admit that I don’t relate to your boyfriend’s family nor your childhood sweetheart and his family. This is my life, let me lead it.”
Bella had let you go and you finally felt acknowledged. It wasn’t like the Cullen’s ignored you. They were very kind to you but never the less, you couldn’t relate to them. You didn’t see them the way Bella did. She saw them as special whilst you did not. They were vampires that chose against their natural instinct which Bella seemed to put on a pedestal. Wouldn’t that make them more likely to want to take a bite out of you? Didn’t Jasper on her birthday prove that?
You sat on the 1800’s styled chair rethinking the whole day.
Caius crouched in front of you.
“You appear to be off in a dream.” He said with a ghost of a smile.
You nodded. “It’s a common thing with me. If you want, you could always whack at me with a frying pan. I’m sure someone would find that comedic around here.”
Caius chuckled. “A simple nudge will suffice, cara mia.”
“Oh man, you do that speaking Italiano stuff too? You could be insulting me with a smile and I won’t know.”
Caius chuckled again. “I would never insult you my love.”
You lightly tapped his cheek twice. “I’m gonna hold you to that.”
He leaned into your touch, holding your hand in place with his.
“This is real isn’t it? This whole thing…”
You trailed off. “Very real but do not fret, I won’t let anything bad happen to you.“
A/n: So I accidentally deleted both my Taehyung smuts cause I’m an idiot so now I have to repost them. I recalled this story being in a few fic recs that I saw but I can’t remember…if you know please tell me so I can give them the right link
Constructing a sentence in Afrikaans is relatively simply since one needn’t worry about cases, conjugations or even gender agreement. All that matters is syntax (or word order).
I’ve attempted to cover quite a lot in this post– briefly. Feel free to send an ask for a more detailed explanation of a specific aspect
► Normal sentences
► most importantly, Afrikaans is a V2 language, which means the verb is always the 2nd element in the sentence. Keep an eye out for this because it’s always true (in main clauses).
► All other elements are pretty flexible. The general word order rule is STOMPI which stands for: Subject – Time – Object – Manner – Place – Infinitives and participles(although sometimes the object can go after the adverb of manner). Together with the V2-rule, that gives you SvTOMPI — you needn’t follow it too rigidly, but it’s a good guideline.
For example, some basic sentences:
My naam is Sam (My name is Sam)
Ek eet soggens ŉ appel (I eat an apple in the mornings)
Ek wil môre biblioteek toe gaan (I want to go to the library tomorrow)
Here is a longer sentence :
Ek skryf elke dag ŉ artikel stilletjies by die werk om te blog (I write an article quietly at work every day, to post on my blog)
for emphasis, you can start the sentence with almost any of the elements. But remember, no matter what you start with, the verb will be in the 2nd position and everything else follows the pattern :
Ek skryf elke dag ŉ artikel stilletjies by die werk om te blog
Notice in the following sentences that the subject comes after the verb! This is different from English!
Elke dag, skryf ek ŉ artikel stilletjies by die werk om te blog
Stilletjiesskryf ek elke dag ŉ artikel by die werk om te blog [*poetic]
By die werk skryf ek elke dag ŉ artikel stilletjies om te blog
Starting with the infinitive adds the nuance of : “In order to …”
Om te blog, skryf ek elke dag ŉ artikel stilletjies by die werk
And starting with the object only works in the passive voice:
ŉ Artikelword elke dag deur my stilletjies by die werk geskryf om te blog
Similarly, questions start with a question word, the verb follows in the 2nd position, and then STOMPI
Hoe gaan dit vandag met jou? (How are you today?)
Waarvoor wil jy môre biblioteek toe gaan? (Why do you want to go to the library tomorrow?)
Other questions simply invert the subject and the verb. In these instances, the verb will be in the 1st position:
Gaan jy môre biblioteek toe? (Are you going to the library tomorrow?)
the same rules apply to the past and future tenses. Just remember that participles go at the end with the infinitives.
Present: Ek skryf ŉ artikel by die werk (I write an article at work)
Past: Ek het ŉ artikel by die werk geskryf
Future: Ek sal ŉ artikel by die werk skryf
You should also be aware of separable verbs. These are best left for a post specifically about verbs, but since it influences word order, this is how it works:
Present: Ek gooi die rommel weg (I throw the rubbish/trash away)
Past: Ek het die rommel weggegooi
Future: Ek sal die rommel weggooi
Above, were the word-order rules for a single sentence. Now, when joining two sentences together, they type of conjunction used will have an effect on the word order in the subordinate clauses (the second sentence)
Ek gaan biblioteek toe (I’m going to the library)
My boek is reeds laat (My book is already late)
► GROUP 1 consists of maar (but), en (and), of (or), want (because). The word order of both clauses stays the same. For example:
► GROUP 2 consists of dan (then), daarna (thereafter), dus, daarom (therefore), toe (then), anders (otherwise), al (although). Here the verb come directly after the conjunction :
► GROUP 3 consists of dat (that), omdat (because), totdat (until), nadat (after), sodat (so that), wat (who, what), alhoewel (although), toe (when), terwyl (while), sedert (since), as, of (if), tensy (unless). After Group 3 conjunctions, the verb goes to the end of the 2nd clause: