But on a lighter note, I’ve reached a point of clarity in my drunken stupor. Regardless of who wins this election, this doesn’t define all of us and what we still stand for. There are still good people here. For everyone who voted red there are almost as many that voted blue. More that would have if circumstances were different. There are gonna be more elections. Life will go on. Everyone with regrets this year can fix it with state elections in 2018. In 2020 we can do the right thing. We can elect better candidates. If anything, don’t let this faze you just out of pure unadulterated spite. Give ‘em the finger by not letting this bullcrap get you down because you deserve more. Stay safe, but stay woke.
On that note, let’s destroy this massive pile of alcohol and drown it all out for a while and not give the slightest crap in the world.
Scorpio is obliteration. It is harnessing the power of every internal force and fragment of unconscious wisdom. Their sexual energy can be so raw and potent, their elixir of reproduction that merely touching them can ignite constellations and births of nebulas.
Scorpio is the crescendo of intimate union, organs of the soul rejoice in converging rapture. The orgasm is a way to reunite with infinity. They are the glue that hold two worlds together, life and death, sound and silence, eternal darkness and blinding gold. Scorpio is a momentary loss of consciousness, a transient state between realities, the vaporisation of the body, the gratifying release, the very last moment of life. Scorpio plants the seed of life. Their creative cauldron is full of ingredients that bring rebirth into form. This is not only through sexual encounters, but also their pure artistry, their penetrating knowledge of the material and immaterial plane that conjures alchemy, the instruments they can play with the soul.
Scorpio is that shadow that waits on the threshold, guarding watchfully, encountering ghosts and the demons that come from inside men and women. They can activate every sense and carnal instinct, they can evoke even the most reserved of person to erupt in a vertex of creative fury, a fire show of glory, one has looked death in the eye and clashed head on, only to have ascended higher than all the gods
You squirmed in your bed. “Why me? Why me? Why me?”
Then, you got up, thinking that maybe walk for a while could help you. You took your cargo pants that were on the floor, and your favorite (favorite color) tank top.
Walking around, with a blinding silence, you envolved your arms around yourself to keep you warm.
A blast of air pass in front of your face and you froze there. Your nose, you touched the bridge of it, only to find blood, and on the wall next to you, there was a knife burried on that wall, only a few centimeters away from your face.
You let out a squeak.
“It’s very late to walk around, don’t you think, darling?” Felix.
He walked towards you and took the knife in his hands.
Your (eyes color) eyes stopped on his.
“What are you doing awake?” He asked, curious.
You breathed, trying to calm yourself. “I was trying to sleep. That was before you almost killed me.”
He whistled innocently.
“Now can I ask you back? Why are you awake?” You asked.
He shrugged while he leaned in the wall.
“I don’t know why but I love the night. Also, at this time no one is here, soo…I can practice with my knife.” He smirked
“And I was the target or something like that?” You asked, crossing your arms.
“Nope, I tought you were someone else and I wanted to scare the shit out of you.”
“Well…It worked.” You took the knife in your hands, away from his.
“Confiscated until further notice” You smirked.
“What?! You can’t take away my baby!″ He cried at the moment you walked away.
“Looks like you love this knife more than me.” You pouted.
You hit him in the chest.
“Ow! Okay, okay! 75/25.”
“Hmm…” You thought. “Not enought. Confiscated until further notice.” You smirked and you walked away hearing his cries for his knife.
Copy this post into a new text post, remove my answers and put in yours, when you are done tag up to ten people.
Tagged by: the dash
A - Age: 22 B - Biggest fear: failure C - Current time: 2:30 pm D - Drink you last had: some raspberry tea from the cafeteria E - Every day starts with: waking up two hours before I should and going back to sleep F - Favourite song: And Then There Was Silence - Blind Guardian G - Ghosts are they real: no I - In love with: no K - Killed someone: no L - Last time you cried: two months ago M - Middle name: no N - Number of siblings: no O - One wish: to overcome shyness, probably P - Person you last called/texted: my mom Q - Questions you are always asked: “are you okay?” R - Religion: i’m probably making it up as i go along S - Song last sang: My Selene - Sonata Arctica T - Time you woke up: 9 am U - Underwear colour: blue V - Vacation destination: Greece or Sweden W - Worst habit: saying ‘like’ and procrastination X - X-Rays you’ve had: none Y - Your favourite food: Filipino or Italian dishes usually it varies Z- Zodiac sign: Capricorn
Genos is the definition of ride or die. I have never been so certain of the fact when he literally said he would testify in court if Saitama happened to kill Zombieman. Like Saitama could wake up and decide to be a villain and Genos A-Okay or at least suffer in silence; that’s blind loyalty right there.
but really I only understand Japanese at an elementary level, going on intermediate, so this is pretty hard… (Especially when Sora starts gushing about, “RIKU I CAN’T SEE OMG WEREN’T YOU SCARED?”)
So, it’s sort of a rough translation, but if anyone would be interested I’ll post what I have.
I’ve been slaving over it every once in a while for the past few months (every time I try at it again we’ve discussed something in my Japanese class that makes it a little clearer), so I’m still kinda proud of it, despite how wrong it probably is.