Though body moves at instinct
And they say mind is our ultimate power
I constantly feel weak
At the dictums of my head

Revolving fast around the garden
Of thoughts, scuffling through the petals
When I want to offer you a rose,
Giving torned stem when I want to

Bear you a full living plant
Giving nothing but shorthand
Gestures of what was and
What could be

How can my mind make me
Wither, when I want to unfurl?
How can it let me wilt,
When I want to bloom?

On another night, you called my
Slow decay a beauty, a blooming
My struggling dryness, a mere situation
to witness

How can mind be the ultimate power
When its dictums lay lower
Of our bodily instincts
When it traps, and you, inhibit.

—  landskein
"I have a paper due tomorrow and it's three am, I need all your coffee cause I ran out" college au [The Flash]

Rating: T

Pairing: WestAllen

Knock knock Barry casted an unbelieving look at his front door, tooth brush still in mouth. Who on earth would still knock at 3 a.m.?! He certainly must have imagined it. Knock knock knock or not. He scuffled towards the door, the knocking intensifying. Barry warily opened the door, half expecting someone to throw a cake into his face or something like that, after all, it wouldn’t be the first time some of his fellow students came up with the idea to prank him… And stared at the most gorgeous girl he’s ever seen.
“Hi, I need your coffee.” She declared matter-of-factly, impatiently rocking on the balls of her feet.
“Huh?” Was the most intelligible sound Barry could produce, utter confusion displayed on his face.
“Look,” she sighed heavily, “I have this paper due tomorrow and I really, really need to finish it or I’m in huge trouble…. But, to finish it, I really, really, REALLY need some coffee – and I drank all of mine so… –  Could you lend me some? And with some, I mean all of it – or at least everything you can spare… I really need it.” She gave him the most adorable puppy dog pout he’d ever seen (but was it just the dim lighting or were her pupils a bit very much dilated?). Anyway, he couldn’t turn her down (also, she seemed quite desperate and determined and he certainly wouldn’t be the one to put himself between a woman and apparent life-saving coffee), so he stepped aside and motioned for her to enter. She zipped right past him towards the tiny kitchenette, an eager look on her face.
Barry dumbfoundedly realized that he still had the toothbrush (and -paste) in his mouth and headed for the sink to spit out the toothpaste and rinse his mouth. His nightly guest stood there with folded arms, eyes fixated on his cupboard as if she could summon the tin of coffee by a simple stare. Considering the intensity of her glance, Barry wasn’t too sure that she couldn’t.
“Ehm, so,” he stuttered nervously, rubbing his neck with his free hand, while opening the cupboard with the other, “you are Iris, right? From the other end of the corridor?”
She finally teared her gaze off the cupboard and blinked several times like awakening from some kind of stupor. “Oh, yeah… I, I didn’t introduce myself, did I?” She blushed a little, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear, “Sorry for that. I just don’t function very well without my caffeine and when no one down the hallway had opened their door – wait, did I just knock at everyone’s door in the middle of the night? – whatever, I was very desperate. It’s an important paper,” she added sheepishly, a small smile making its way unto her face.
“I can understand that. I’m known for being perpetually late,” Barry grinned, handing over his coffee can to Iris.
“Yeah, I know,” she laughed, clutching the can like it was a lifesaver.
Barry couldn’t help but blush a little. “Ehm… you can have all of it – I’m just gonna grab some coffee from Jitters tomorrow instead.”
Iris gave him a wide-eyed look, like he just sacrificed a leg for her. He felt a warm and fuzzy feeling in the pit of his stomach.
“But please promise me to drink a lot of water with that. We wouldn’t want you to dehydrate from over-caffeination, okay?” He urged, genuinely caring.
Iris nodded vigoriously, then, suddenly, wrapped her arms around his middle in a quick, but nearly bone-breaking hug and – with a muttered “thanks, I owe you one” – hurriedly left Barry’s place.
Barry still stood in the kitchen, completely flabbergasted.

The next day, around 4 p.m., just shortly after he had returned from his biochemistry lecture, Barry heard it again – knock knock. This time, the knocking was more tentative than last night. Barry opened the door and once again, Iris stood there, smiling up at him. She appeared much calmer than yesterday (and even more beautiful – however this was possible), hands behind her back.
“Hi,“ she said bashfully, chewing on her lower lip.
„Sooo… Ehm… I wanted to apologize for the stunt I pulled last night – I mean, it wasn’t really me, that was more like a zombie-version of me…“ she let out a nervous laugh. “But I wanted to thank you for the coffee – I never would have finished my paper without it. And,” she produced a brand-new coffee can from behind her back, “I’ve brought you something to refill your coffee stock.”
Barry accepted her gift with a wide smile, “you really didn’t have to-”
“Yes, I had to,” Iris insisted. “Without you, I wouldn’t have had enough java to last until my deadline, suffer through another lecture and finally enjoy the beauty that is six-hours of sleep… - I just woke up from coffee-coma,” Iris explained when she saw his confusion.
“Zombie-Iris wasn’t that bad, don’t worry,” Barry reassured her, grinning.
“Okay, good.” She beamed at him, relieved.
For a minute, they just stood there, smiling at each other.
Then, Iris eyed Barry with an unreadable expression on her face.
“Actually… I was just on my way to Jitters for one cup of coffee and something to eat,” she said carefully, “and I was wondering if you… would like to join me?
–  Only if you want to,” she added hastily, after seeing Barry’s eyes widen in surprise.
“Oh no – I mean, yes, yeah, I would like that,” he babbled excitedly, blushing.
Iris gave him another of her breathtaking smiles: “Great.”
“Let me just - “ Barry gestured to the coffee can still in his hand, hurrying inside to put it down and grab his jacket.
“Alright, let’s go,” he spluttered enthusiastically, grinning from ear to ear.
Iris couldn’t help but giggle at his overeagerness.
They were walking comfortably alongside one another, when Barry uttered: “Did you know that zombies exist in nature?”



White Rex 24 in Chelyabinsk (Ural region)

For a couple of weeks, a stern warrior gazed upon the Chelyabinsk residents from giant posters, heralding the upcoming battle with its menacing look! November 2nd, a series of White Rex MMA-qualifiers – the 24th Duh Voina tournament – took place in Chelyabinsk, on a truly grand scale. Over 60 fighters from all over the Urals region came to fight in the White Rex cage, and over than three hundreds of spectators watched the battles unfold, actively supporting their friends and comrades.

The comfy, almost homey atmosphere of the club “MegaChel” seemed to be out of tune with ruthless scuffle, but as soon as the first bouts started, the audience began to violently stand up for their favourites. Fighters from Perm, Yekaterinburg and Chelyabinsk stole the show, each claiming his right to win. 

Indeed, this was the first time ever that Tankograd hosted our tournament, but the Tankograd fighters have already made themselves widely known, showing great results at a number of White Rex tournaments. Now, the already familiar faces, made up the cast of two promo clips for the upcoming tournament:

There is absolutely no doubt that the past tournament has profoundly marked the city’s life. It has already attracted abundant attention of local mass media. The newspaper Komsomolskaya Pravda devoted the entire centerfold to the White Rex – Duh Voina 24 tournament, publishing a decent overview of the event, an article entitled “Chelyabinsk warriors will compete in a cage,” and the TV-channel 31 visited fighters and organizers at a practice.

I’m not dying but I bleed (it’s the only way to heal now)

Pairing: Clarke x Octavia (the 100)
Word Count: 1503
Summary: You see her sometimes. You know she’s not really there, you know that. And yet her words hurt more than their drills.
(the one where Octavia is taken by the Mountain Men)

Author’s Note: This one’s got descriptions of torture, thoughts of death, and ptsd. If you feel you may be triggered by any of these please use caution when reading/deciding to read. Hope you like it!

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In all honesty though, Harry and Hermione would not have lasted long enough to even think about defeating Voldemort without Ron Weasley there. 

Like, Hermione would disappear in the library for whole days and Ron would probably go in search for her and all but drag her to dinner because “You have to eat ‘Mione. Don’t forget to eat.” 

Ron spending his Winter Holidays with Harry instead of with his own family, because Harry needed him more. 

Ron giving Hermione a Weasley sweater because It’s colder out here than I thought it would be and the twins would tease him, while he insisted it wasn’t like that.

And Harry was constantly getting in scuffles with the Slytherins, so Ron, who’s Mum taught all her children household spells, would fix Harry up in their dorm room, so ‘Mione wouldn’t see and get angry. 

Hermione would catch the flu and Ron would take her to Madam Pomfrey, and lecture her gently on how if colds went untreated they could get worse, while Hermione rolls her eyes and she only has the sniffles Ron, it’s not the plague. Please find your chill.

When Harry would start to break,  Ron would get him blankets and sit up by the fire all night,  while Harry pretended nothing was wrong, despite the fact that he was literally always in mortal peril and his emotional state was always frayed.

I am a firm believer in the fact that Ron Weasley kept Harry Potter and Hermione Granger sane and fed and relatively healthy in those early years. 


Robert Bates is using the age old lie: I thought he was going for a gun

Bates said as he approached the scuffle, he thought he noticed Harris again reaching for his waistband. At this point, while two additional deputies were subduing Harris, Bates said he saw a “very brief opening” in which he could hit Harris with a Taser.

Bates noted “thinking I have to deploy it rapidly, as I still thought there was a strong possibility Harris had a gun on him.”

(pictured above: Eric Harris with his son, Aidan)


Scuffles have broken out in Baltimore and State Troopers are being sent in.


just the usual gang fist fight in an alley

I wanted to draw more of the masked gangs au so of course I should draw Team Aqua and Team Magma meeting and having a scuffle

most the time they pretend like they don’t know each other when they meet, but they know who they are. There’s also an unspoken rule they wont take each other’s masks off

He checked his watch. 


The familiar sound of the door smacking shut hadn’t happened. She was a creature of habits. Keeping to her maddening schedule by waking up five o’clock in the morning to a shrill pop song on her mobile phone. A phone which would often get a dent or two from the force of her slim hands. 

There was no sound of a scuffle or her distress, but he got lightly up on his bare feet anyway, striped pyjama bottoms slid on as he strode out into the kitchen. 

He stopped in his tracks, stifling a laugh. 

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So, the supposed “precursor box” went from Ezio to Shao Jun, then to Adewale, to Bastienne, to Mackandal, to Lawrence Washington, to Shay Cormac to Verendrye, then Charles Dorian, then Shay again, then Abstergo, finally to Cunningham and Schut, who left it behind after a scuffle from Sigma Team.

My question is….is Ubisoft going to incorporate it more? It seems so important and has gone from many hands, Templars and Assassins alike.

Will it ever fit into Juno’s plan?

So many mysteries with this box.

Biggest one, don’t know if it’s ever been explained….

How the hell did Ezio obtain it?

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Maradona in weird dust-up with steward after charity match

by Lindsay Claiborn

Diego Maradona is known for his temper as much as his soccer skills.

The Argentine legend was playing in a charity showcase held at Estadio Metropolitano de Techo in Bogota, Colombia on Friday and that temper made an appearance.

After the game, a scuffle seemed to break out and Maradona appears to kick out at a steward while walking off the field.

He then goes on to continue cheering the crowd as if nothing had happened.

The most ironic part of the whole incident is that the game, where Maradona was able to even score a goal, was called the ‘Goal for Peace’ charity match.

(h/t Metro UK)

Photo courtesy Getty Images

Story Element: Sleight of Hand

pin-valentine asked: 

Hello, Love the blog. It is a fantastic tool I share with my writing friends frequently. Here is my question; My Mc is a modern day magician, and a sociopathic vigilante who is not afraid to go much farther than Batman. I am a magician myself, and understand and know a lot about magic and how tricks are done. My problem is that I am having trouble figuring out how to describe scuffles involving him in which he uses modern and real illusion and slight of hand techniques. How can I describe these scenes without revealing too much of magic’s secrets, and without the Mc doing unexplained things? I guess the term in gaming would be “GodModding”. Thanks in advance! P.s. He’s not a superhero. It’s probably more like a thriller.

Thank you so much for loving the blog and for your support. :) <3

That’s an interesting question! If you don’t want to reveal how the trick is done, I would focus on describing what the audience sees. You can describe what the hands, body, and face are doing without revealing what they’re really doing, if that makes any sense? You can describe a hand swiping up a fanned out deck of cards without revealing that one critical moment where the thumb flicks one of the cards off the table. If you need to, you can illustrate that these are illusions (rather than wizardry) through the character’s thoughts or the thoughts of the characters watching, which can reveal a lot about what’s going on without revealing the actual trick itself. :)


Sleight of hand. ;)

icedteadrops asked:



Hehe. But really, I’m curious about that too. I really think that Kai must get shirtless at some point because why would Kat Graham just take a picture of Chris Wood shirtless if it had nothing to do with the scene they were just shooting? She says that they just finished shooting for the day. I doubt she just barged into his dressing room while he was getting undressed. So I think Kai gets shirtless during the wedding. He had cake on his chest and fingers, but we never got to see what Bonnie looked like. Was she also covered in cake or dressed up? Or dressed down? ;)  Or some type of scuffle happens with Damon and Kai. Damon’s shirt seems to be untucked and his sleeves rolled up, but then that wouldn’t really explain why Kai would be completely shirtless. So maybe Damon has nothing to do with it and Ian just happened to be in the background. 

Maybe Kai confuses the wedding for the bachelorette party. They are supposed to have male-strippers in the show.