the odds are in your favor

Let’s try to explain the Eurovision Song Contest nice and easy for everyone outside of Europe.

It’s almost like the Hunger Games.
1. Each country sends one (or sometimes more) tributes to compete against each other.
2. Instead of killing each other, the tributes sing.
3. While they do so, they put on a big show for everyone to gain even more attention and affection from the spectators. This includes fancy or crazy costumes, dances and special effects.
4. These extra efforts often enough have NOTHING TO DO WITH THE SONG AT ALL!!
5. This only adds to the confusion!!! Even for Europeans!
6. Everyone can watch this show live
7. AND decide about demise or victory of the chosen tributes

8. MAY THE ODDS BE EVER IN YOUR FAVOR

Everything is a Lie.

Bonjour, Bonsoir.


This is the first and, I hope, only, declaration I will have to make about the Pluto Administration.
First, let me present myself. I am Mademoiselle Théa T. N.-P., and I speak in the name of all my collegues of the PA, as the Chief-Administraor of the base. I am the one that will decide of the future of this project, and every action and decision must and will pass on my desk.


I did not expect this blog to be known of so fast, and I principally blame it on Marie-Thérèse G, Roger and Philippe O. my assistant and two underscretaries, that may have been a little too motivated in their desire to promote what was supposed to be a discrete action. Mesures will be taken to avoid a smilar situation in the future.


The PA is an undergoing action founded by the ONU, directed by myself and the French governement, and supported by our long-time allied nations. Even if I cannot fully explain what we are doing now, and why we are doing it, I can assure you our goal is important and worthy of your respect, and could, forever, tip the odds in favor of humankind.


I hope you will not mind the fact i used my very personal blog, full of memes and poor-taste jokes to transmit this message, but, seeing where we currently are based now, and who is listening to us, communication possibilities are sparse and we must take what few opportunities we have.


I ask you to stay calm and composed. Our actions, our decisions, what we make here is important and will have important consequences on everyone futures. Please, think about your actions and the way you speak about us. Think about where you speak about us. The importance of our initiative is making us being closely monitored. Too many leaks could cancel a project that took, to be created, years of sacrifices, and had to pass tests and hardships you litterally cannot imagine.


I ask of you to be responsible, and to think about what you really want for your future.
Is where we are headed now really what you want ? Or do you yearn for something better ?


I hope you will seriously think about it.


Cordially,


Théa T. N.-P., Chief-Administrator of the Pluto Administration.


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*Commissions OPENNNN*

Commission Status- ***COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN*** as of 4/3/17

Its that time of year again. Actually no its not, I just have some time on my hands and need more moolah because I eat too much food. Help fill my belly and hit me up with your artistic needs, be them fanart ideas, family portraits, original characters, pretty much anything. Andddddd personalized art makes for a great gift *nudge nudge wink wink*

Here’s my current pricing guide, with some examples. Let me know if you have any questions. Remember, space is limited, so collect you idea, scrape together some cash, and shoot me a message if you’re interested!   

Line art bust- $8

Full body line art-$10

Bust colored - $17

Full body colored - $20

Additional characters (lines)- +$5

Additional characters (colored)- +$7

Adding backgrounds gets complicated, so we’d have to discuss pricing if you’re interested in that. However, any piece that’s colored I’ll add something simple in the background to just take up some of the negative space, unless you want it just white.

And I’ve started taking environment illustrations too. If you need a background for a film, or your own art, hit me up for those too.

I take Paypal, Venmo and checks, and if none of those work, we can talk it out.

Short comics are fun too, those prices can vary a lot based on length, detail etc. but they are on the table, as an option.

And I sell stickers of any of my pre-existing art for $5, or you can commission a sticker for $7.

How do spells actually work?

Before casting one, you should know the basic concepts of this! 

Spellwork has a lot of different forms. Some people compose their spells in the form of prayer to their deity of choice, ask spirits to aid and guide them and others simply do everything themselves. People who don’t even believe in spellwork cast spells all the time. But what makes a spell ‘work’?

Spellwork is at the most basic level, energy manipulation. It is the process of you putting your personal energy into the world in the direction of a certian goal to enact change. You have pushed this energy out into the world, given it a direction and it is pushing energy at your goal and causing a shift. The chain of how this works may differ depending on who you ask but this is a very basic principle of spellwork.

So it’s important to keep in mind that casting a spell does not mean your goal will happen. It just shifts things a little more in your favour, makes things more likely. Spellwork is an aid to real life situations, it can not create them. It means that there is a higher chance of your goal happening, but nothing is definite. You still need to work towards your goals outside of witchcraft! The spell is there to help you but it can not do all of the work.

Frequently Asked Questions:

So how do deities and spirits come into this?

Many people pray, have rituals or make offerings to deities to ask them for their aid. This is essentially the same thing as casting a spell, only they are also appealing towards a divine source to aid them in putting that energy. In regards to spirits, it is the same thing. People are asking that spirits lend their energy or protection.

Can I cast a spell to win the lottery?

You can, but don’t expect to win. The odds are so impossibly high that the small amount of favor a spell will grant you likely won’t make much of a difference.

What do you mean by energy?

The basic energy that lets you live your daily life. It can be the adrenaline when you go running. Think of the anticipation you get before you do something, the rising sense of excitement and nerves. All of that can be put into spellwork. You can also use extreme emotions such as anger, happiness, joy, sadness…

Do you have any proof that this works?

Aside personal experience and the experiences of the Pagan community as a whole? No. But there’s no proof of any religion aside from people’s personal experiences. Millions believe in those. If you’re on a witchcraft blog looking at this in the first place then I’m not sure why you’d ask for proof.

‘The Princess Bride’ sentence meme

Send one to my muse for their reaction

  • “Sleep well. I’ll most likely kill you in the morning.”
  • “You’re trying to kidnap what I’ve rightfully stolen.”
  • “While you’re at it, why don’t you give me a nice paper cut and pour lemon juice on it?”
  • “They’re terribly comfortable. I think everyone will be wearing them in the future.”
  • “I can cope with torture.”
  • “Get used to disappointment.”
  • “You’ve made your decision then?”
  • “Frankly, I think the odds are slightly in your favor at hand fighting.”
  • “I would sooner destroy a stained glass window than an artist like yourself.”
  • “Am I going mad, or did the word “think” escape your lips?”
  • “Your vote of confidence is overwhelming.”
  • “I admit it, you are better than I am.”
  • “You never said anything about killing anyone.”
  • “You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.”
  • “You mock my pain!”
  • “Truly, you have a dizzying intellect.”
  • “Do you always begin conversations this way?”
  • “This is true love; you think this happens every day?”
  • “Australia is entirely peopled with criminals!”
  • “There’s not a lot of money in revenge.”
  • “You mean you wish to surrender to me? Very well, I accept.”
  • “Anyone who says differently is selling something.”
  • “Anybody want a peanut?”
  • “I do not envy you the headache you will have when you awake. But for now, rest well and dream of large women.”
  • “Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while.”
  • “The battle of wits has begun.”
  • “I wasn’t nervous. Maybe I was a little bit concerned, but that’s not the same thing.”
  • “We’ll never succeed. We may as well die here.”
  • “Please understand I hold you in the highest respect.”
  • “Isn’t there any way you trust me?”
  • “You’re trying to trick me into giving away something. It won’t work.”
  • “I’ll explain, and I’ll use small words so that you’ll be sure to understand, you warthog faced buffoon.”
  • “I told you I would always come for you. Why didn’t you wait for me?”
  • “I’m not saying I’d like to build a summer home here, but the trees are actually quite lovely.”
  • “You can die slowly, cut into a thousand pieces.”
  • “What hideous sin have you committed lately?”
  • “Yes, you’re very smart. Shut up.”
  • “There’s a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. It would be a pity to damage yours.”
  • “That doesn’t leave much time for dilly-dallying.”
  • “Where I come from, there are penalties when a woman lies.”
  • “It would be absolutely, totally, and in all other ways inconceivable.”
  • “I challenge you to a battle of wits.”
  • “Look, I don’t mean to be rude but this is not as easy as it looks, so I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t distract me.”
  • “Do you hear that? That is the sound of ultimate suffering.”
  • “You be careful. People in masks cannot be trusted.”
  • “Please consider me as an alternative to suicide.”
haikyuu!! fic rec

i’ve been consuming unreasonable amounts of hq!! fic these past few months… here’s a rec list of ~70 fics for 16 ships. 

(edit: if the links aren’t working, right-click to open the fic in a new tab. sorry;;)

❤ = favorite

❤ ❤ ❤ = god-tier 

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Bokuto/Akaashi (otp: my head, his heart)

the better boyfriend battle by norio (M)  ❤

Summary:  It’s two days after their first date anniversary, so Bokuto ruins Akaashi’s life.

i put my hand out, unfolded, into the sunlight by carafin (G)  ❤

Summary:  In which Bokuto Kotarou is woefully inept at conveying his feelings, and Akaashi Keiji has a sort-of superpower. Sort of.

Karma by dgalerab (T)

Summary: Akaashi pulls a muscle and Bokuto offers to help him with yoga. Akaashi knows a bad idea when he sees it, and he really only agrees because he’s suddenly acquired a deeply rooted desire to see Bokuto do yoga.For multiple reasons.

Maybe We’re Airborne, Baby by sterlinglee (T)

Summary: Realizing he’s got it bad for his setter is the easy part. Getting his feelings across might be the hardest thing Bokuto’s ever done, not counting his literature final or putting out the flames on that birthday cake he tried to bake for Akaashi last year, or—or a lot of things, actually.But the point still stands. Reaching out to Akaashi is a leap in the dark, and he wants it more than he’s ever wanted anything (especially the smoking remains of a cake he baked before he really understood his feelings, but knew that it’s what you attempt with your own two hands that matters).

snowflakes by arsenicjay (T)

Summary: Bokuto is a simple wizard with simple needs; a nice date, a little romance, and he’s all good to go.Or, Akaashi and Bokuto spend a day in Hogsmeade just before Christmas.

stating the obvious by ThinkingCAPSLOCK (G)

Summary:  There’s a lot of things Bokuto isn’t sure about now that he’s in university. His program, his new team, his future. There’s only one thing he’s absolutely sure of. He is not dating Akaashi Keiji. Not even a little bit.

Year-Round Love by masi (G)

Summary:  In his first year of university, Bokuto realizes that he really adores Akaashi.

Rest of the rec list under the cut!

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5000k follower special!!!

So I am SO shocked and honored that 5000 people have decided that you liked my blog enough to follow me, and I wanted to do something to show how much I love you!!

What I decided I would do is a fic giveaway!  So here’s everything you need to know:

How to enter

  • You must be following this blog.  Idrc if you just start following me for the give away, but if you win and you’re not following, I’ll pick someone else
  • Every reblog counts as one entry.  You can reblog this post as many times that you want, but try not to spam your followers too much lol
  • Likes count too!!

Info

  • It will take me a little while to finish the fics, so don’t pressure me too much.  I promise I’ll get them all done
  • There will be three winners
  • I’ll be using a random selection generator to pick the winner so it’ll be as fair as possible ^^
  • THE WINNERS WILL BE DECIDED ON APRIL 22ND, IN TWO WEEKS!!

Rules for the fic

  • I will not do smut of any sort
  • I also won’t do anything related to cheating/abuse/rape/anything potentially triggering
  • I’ll write for any genre, but I don’t have a lot of experience in angst or hurt/comfort
  • I’m willing to write for all the characters, but just know that outside of the RFA + V they might not be super in character, but I’ll try my best
  • It can be for a ship from the game (polyships highly encouraged) or x reader/x OC!
  • AU’s are also highly encouraged
  • No matter what, if your request makes me uncomfortable in any way, or even if I feel like I wouldn’t be able to write it, then I can tell you to think of something different.

Winner #1

  1. A fic somewhere between 5k-10k words, multi chapter if you want

Winner #2

  • A 2.5k-5k fic, again, multi chapter if you want

Winner #3

  • 1k-2k fic, probably a single chapter, but I guess multi chapter if you want really short chapters lol

(The length of your fic will depend on how much I can get out of your prompt)

And that’s all!! Again, thank you so much for following, and may the odds be ever in your favor :D

Silver Storm ( 1/?)

Summary: While on trip out of state, you were taken by Hydra. You were barely 21 at the time. Hydra took you and turned you into another asset, matching the Winter Soldier’s abilities. They injected you with a serum similar to his, wiped you,  and instructed the soldier himself to train you. He was hard on you, but when it was just the two of you he let his walls down. You were each other’s comfort, until the events of D.C when he was sent to kill Captain America. After that day, you never saw him again. You were told he abandoned you, that he was on the other side now. It’s been years since you’ve seen him, but what happens when he comes bursting through the doors of your facility?

Memories are in Italics, bold is readers thoughts *

Pairing: none so far, but Bucky x reader (eventually) , reader x avengers

Warnings: swearing, torture, violence, sadness


                                                     Chapter one

   Your life consists of three things now: killing, obeying, and training. When you don’t do one of those things, or when you show hesitation, your mind is wiped clean by your handlers. You don’t know how long it’s been since you’ve been with Hydra. How could you? You’ve been wiped so many times you’re surprised you still know how to fight. Killing, Russian, and taking orders are now burned deeply into your system. Over the last few months, memories have been slipping through the cracks of your mind. You’ve  managed to hide your reaction when they appear, not wanting to lose them again from being wiped. With the memories though comes a sharp pain, as if they are forcing their way into your mind. They aren’t ever in order; you’ll remember things from when you were a child and were with your siblings, and the next minute you’ll be reminded of the parties you attended with friends in high school. Having your memories back isn’t all good though; it means your humanity is seeping back in play, making it that much harder when your superiors send you on a kill mission. Sometimes you consider asking to be wiped to make things easier since it doesn’t seem like you’ll ever be free again.  Since Winter escaped, the security around you has been tighter. Hydra is too afraid to lose another asset.

Today, a particular memory stands out to you: a memory of the Soldier.


Your body slammed to the ground, as your superiors watched their agents punish you for being hesitant on a training set. If it wasn’t for the super soldier serum swimming in your veins, you’d most likely be dead by now. No human body could or should endure this much pain. By the time they’d finished with you, you were in the fetal position. You could feel that your ribs were cracked, your nose was broken, your arm may have been broken, and your eye was beginning to swell shut. They left you there, laughing as they exited the room. You didn’t know how long it had been, but Winter finally made his way into the room. He gently lifted you into his arms, not saying a word.

Originally posted by ale-la-pazza1

You finally ended up in the cell where they kept the both of you. They forced you two to sleep on the concrete floor, supplying an itchy, thin blanket for each of you, and a bucket. Winter was in cryo more than you were, but when he wasn’t, you’d sleep curled into his body with his arms wrapping around you tightly.   

He laid you down over one of your spread out blankets. Whimpers left your lips at the hard ground underneath your broken body.

“Shhhhh, you’ll heal soon. Just give it a day or two, Doll.” He moved a piece of hair out of your face and left the room. He managed to come back with a makeshift icepack and towel to clean you up. He stayed with you for hours, trying to distract you from the pain, promising one day you would both be free.


   The memories of Winter always hurt you. Neither of you knew much about each other, just whatever he remembers (which wasn’t much). He repeated the name Steve a lot in his sleep, and he remembered that he fought in a war, but not which one or how old he was. He remembered falling off a train, and that’s how he lost his arm and gained his metal one. At night, when the nightmares of his memories from before Hydra and after hit him, you would pull him to you, trying to calm him. You never had memory slips when he was around; they didn’t start happening until after he left you.

  You request a training session from your superior. Maybe it’ll ease the pain of the memory away. He agrees, no questions asked. You make your way to the designated gym. It was small but held the proper equipment you need. You go straight for the punching bag. It takes a total of five punches before it flings off the chain and smacks into the wall. Anger is all you feel; the memory of the soldier just makes you feel alone, miserable, and hostile towards Hydra. Overtime you’ve realized Hydra isn’t who they claim to be while they tortured and morphed you into this soldier. They claim to be doing the world a favor, that they were the ‘good guys’. Maybe from their standpoint they are, but from yours? Hell no. You believed in freedom and justice before all this. Well at least you think you did, based on your memories. You still weren’t clear on who you were; you just knew names of people in your memories. The name they used when referring to you still felt odd to you. You only ever remember being called Silver Storm ,which, once you started being able to think for yourself again, sounded so fucking dumb. As you move to hang a new bag from the ceiling, the red alarm lights start blinking along with the shrill sound of the alarm. What the hell?

  Your handler burst into the training room. “Silver, the Avengers are breaching our system, suit up.”

At the sound of his voice, you snap into mission mode. You sprint to the gear room, pulling on your tactical black suit. It matches the one Winter use to wear, including the red star on the arm. You pull your hair into the standard braid you wear on missions, and place your mask over your mouth. As soon as you finish filling all your holsters with the proper guns and knives, you slip your comm into your ear.

“Silver Storm, ready to comply,” You announce coldly.

“The Avengers are infiltrating your home, soldier. Show them what they’re dealing with, take them all out.”

“Yes sir.”

You move swiftly through the halls, while you’re told of the Avengers locations through your comms. The closest one to you is Captain America who’s on the roof taking out agents.

“тут ничего не происходит (here goes nothing),” you mumble under your breath. You haven’t had to deal with the Avengers, so you’re not sure what to expect.

You slink your way up the stairs to the roof, readying your gun. You kick down the door, and immediately see your target. You take aim and begin shooting. He deflects the bullets with his shield, then throws it towards you. You tuck and roll, dodging his shield. Why the hell does he have a giant Frisbee?! You switch out your gun for another from one of you holsters. You take aim again, except before you shoot, your gun is shot out of your hand by an arrow. What the hell kinds of weapons do this people have? An arrow, really? You train your focus and leap straight towards Captain America. You start throwing punches, and he barely deflects them. You land four good hits to his abdomen. While he stumbles back, you whip yourself around and wrap your thighs around his neck. You take him down, cutting off his oxygen with the pressure from your thighs. You don’t hold him there long before he manages to flip you off him. You land on your back with a thud.

“Сукин сын (son of a bitch)!”

You pick yourself back up, only to be thrown backward again by him. You reach for your knives then whip them quickly at him. Two of them manage to stick, one in his shoulder and one grazing his side.

 It slows him down momentarily. You hear steps behind you, causing you to pull your gun and turn. You’re facing your superior. Oh Shit.

“I see you need help, Soldier. Your training will be changed accordingly after we finish this.” I can feel the pain already. The rest of the Avengers seem to appear out of thin air. You notice it’s not the entire team, only the Captain, Hawkeye, and Falcon. You begin shooting at the Falcon, successfully grounding him. Your superior seems to be in a hand to hand with the Captain, and the other agents are after Hawkeye. You have your target pinned to the ground wrapped between your thighs. As you begin applying more pressure around his neck, you hear a voice that wrecks your concentration.

Originally posted by lilsonbucky

“Steve, duck!” Winter? You watch as he throws the Frisbee to the Captain, aiding his fight against your superior.

Originally posted by readytocomply

“Well, Winter. Welcome home.”  You hear your handle say. In your moment of distraction, Falcon gets the upper hand, knocking you off him, and landing a hard punch to your stomach. You fumble back, mind still in overdrive at the fact he is here. He finally made it out of here, and he’s still fighting?   

You abandon Falcon as your target, letting the lower level agents go for him. You move to help against the Captain and Winter. A plan starts swirling around your mind. When you approach the three, you see your superior losing.

“Asset, finish them. Winter is against you now,” he says as he battles Captain America. You turn your gaze to the soldier. A look of recognition and sadness flashing through his eyes. You turn away, glancing back at your handler. The same handler that beat you, abused you, wiped your memory, forced you to kill, and took you away from your family. This is it. He gains the upper hand in his fight, and you pull out your last gun from it’s holster. You turn your gaze back to Winter for a second. If I fail, they will kill me. Is this worth it? Where would I go if I actually succeed? It’s now or never. You take the comm from your ear, smashing it under your boot. Then, before he can move from his spot on top of the man in red, white and blue, you spin yourself over, taking aim and shooting your superior in the back of his head. His body falls limp over the captain.

There is no going back now.

Originally posted by geekcomics