theirs is better than that

There aren’t many people who love Mondays, and that is why we decided to share a list of couple of things we try to do every Sunday to prepare for new week and enter it in our best shape. Hope you find something here useful ^^ 

                                                                               ~gomedorgohome


 1. Write down everything you need to do and everything you need to remember about this week. 

Planning is the obvious key to being organised, so we don’t need to explain why you need to do it. What you, however, need to remember about is to write down everything- literally everything, from birthdays and tests, to watering plants and taking out the trash. That way, it’ll be easier for you to create specific to-do-lists for each day of the week and not forget about the, seemingly, little, but not less important, things.

 2. Check the weather forecast and check if you have appropriate clothes in your wardrobe 

Although this might sound a little uptight for some, we prefer to believe it’s actually easier to do your laundry on Sunday when you have some free time (and even deal with ironing and folding) and have clothes ready, than to run around like a drunk gremlin on a Wednesday morning, looking for clean clothes, because it’s suprisingly cold and you don’t have any clean sweaters. 

 3. Pack your bag just before going to bed 

Chances are, at that point, you won’t take anything out of it, and you will have your bag ready in the morning, therefore avoiding the drunk gremlin situation mentioned before 

 4. Clean your room

 If you are only to clean your room once a week, do it on Sunday. Open windows, clean your desk, vacuum and throw out the trash. That way you’ll begin new week in a fresh and clean environment and there is nothing that’ll make you feel more productive.

 5. Try to finish your work

 Obviously. But remember that all-nighters should always be a last resort and that not so many things actually deserve them.

 6. Call your friends and family

 No matter how busy are, you should have sometime in your week designated only for contacting your friends and family, updating them on you life and hearing about theirs. It’s better to talk with someone once a week, than not talk to them at all (obviously), even if at that point you may only be able to have a 30 minutes conversation over the phone. And Sundays are great for that, mostly because most people are more able (and willing) to talk on weekends than in the middle of a busy week.

 7. Do something for yourself (don’t overdo it though) 

Pamper yourself a little. Watch an episode of your favourite show, or have a very nice dinner. You worked hard this weekend and you deserve it. But be real with what you can, and what you can’t do- if you’re really busy, going to a cinema and a dinner later may not be the greatest of ideas, and maybe this week, getting a coffee in a nice cafe will have to do. 

 8. Workout

 Workouts are important and super great and you should do them not only on a Sunday. But what makes Sunday workouts really great, is that usually you have time for a longer and nicer one and they give you a motivation boosts which last till Monday 

 9. Plan your meals for the week 

You don’t need to get them ready right away, but you should have a general idea what you’ll be eating this week. So you can plan you shopping and cooking and cleaning (and yes, we know, we get boring with this constant planning thing, but it really is crucial) 

 10. Avoid all screens 

30 minutes before bedtime It’s a general rule and you should do it every day, not only on Sunday. It’ll be easier for you to fall asleep if you give your brain (and eyes) some time to relax 

 11. Go to bed slightly earlier and wake up slightly earlier

 Try to go to bed 30 minutes earlier and to wake up 30 minutes earlier. It (for reasons unknown to us ^^) makes wonders for your productivity and motivation

 12. Take a nice, long bath 

You should never underestimate good baths abilities to wash away the whole week, and there is nothing nicer than going to bed on a Sunday with super smooth and moisturised skin, and waking up on Monday already clean and smelling nice ^^

 13. Do something that’ll help you improve yourself 

 Do one lesson on Duolingo. Write another page of your book. Stretch. Improve everyday, specially on Sunday

 14. If you have time, prepare yourself food for Monday 

 Mondays aren’t great, but having food makes them slightly better

 15. Try to relax

 There is a reason why we created weekend.You can’t (and shouldn’t try to) cram the whole weekend- try to relax and enter new week with rested mind

if someone does not want to be with you because they find out you are bisexual, leave their sorry ass. don’t fight for them. don’t try to win them back. people who no longer find you attractive because you are attracted to other genders than theirs do not deserve you. better things will come than them i promise you. 

I saw this and now I can’t stop thinking about the Skywalkers as legends, myths, really, because…

  • Darth Vader the death god, this is perfect. He doesn’t set out to create this persona, not really. He doesn’t really plan anything that pertains himself anymore, anyway, but… he is the most lethal person in the universe. He kills and tortures and destroys, and he knows no mercy. His black cloak and mask is easily recognizable among the white armor of the Stormtroopers, and they feel safer when he’s around. He can’t be killed, they say, can’t be touched by enemy fire. When you stay close enough to him, they can’t reach you, either. He can protect you from cruel and incompetent officers, he can punish them. You can feel his power in your bones, can feel it make you stronger. As long as you follow his orders, you are safe, but nobody can help you if you displease him. He is a god, after all. He does not know mercy.
  • Padme Amidala is much more of a local myth, really. Both the Rebellion and the Empire try to co-opt her for their own ends, but… she just wasn’t that important to the bigger picture, you know? She was a senator during the Clone Wars, and she gave some nice speeches, but soldiers don’t really care about senators. She was beautiful and clever, and she is remembered kindly, but the only place where she is really a legend is Naboo. There, she is not a senator, but the queen who freed them, the queen who made peace with the Gungans, the queen who fought. Her picture hangs in almost every house of Naboo, dressed in traditional robes, her make up and hair perfect. She doesn’t look like a person, not really, more like an idea. They say that one day, when the time is right, she will return for them, and save Naboo again. She is theirs, after all, their queen. The only one that matters, really.
  • Luke Skywalker, the boy who blew up the Death Star, a soldier and a trickster and a boy. The first legends start after the battle of Yavin, after he was one of three pilots who survived, after he destroyed the machine of death. He was just a nobody, a nineteen year old farmboy, and yet he was the only one who succeeded. He can’t be human, can he? Not really. He must be some sort of demigod, young and reckless but powerful, still. Stormtroopers fear him, because this boy… their blasters bolts don’t hit him half as often as they should. Sometimes they do, that’s how they know he’s not like Vader, who is untouched by violence, but… they know they are good shots. And yet, they can’t kill him. And the rebel soldiers know that, too. Nobody tells him that, and his friends don’t really believe the legends, because they know him to be an idealist and a dork and the guy who was freezing like hell on Hoth because he’s from the desert, but… the rebels who don’t know him? He’s their myth. And then Bespin happens, and he survives a fight with the god of death himself, actually survives, and how can you not think of him as a demigod, as a spirit, maybe? And they are proud of him, because he’s theirs. Stormtroopers though, they are terrified, because they know better than to expect mercy from gods.
  • Leia Organa, the Last Princess of Alderaan. They don’t call her queen until years later, don’t really remember that Winter exists, either. She’s a symbol, more so than she is ever a person, because Leia herself, Leia the person, she’s on the edge of breaking, she’s full of hate and grief and despair, and that’s not inspirational, is it? So she lets them believe it. But there are legends about her, legends about her standing and seeing her planet be destroyed, of her surviving, still and beautiful as a statue, but alive, powerful. The Princess most of the rebels know wears white, long, beautiful gowns, her hair in complicated braids. She speaks loudly, with a clear, strong voice. She stands, despite everything. She stands. And she survives. Soon, there are rumors. She can’t be killed, they say. She was a prisoner aboard the death star, she saw the destruction of her home planet, and yet, she lives, yet, she fights. If she’s not dead yet, can the Empire even touch her? Can she even bleed? Or is she made of ice? Or is it fire? For Leia Organa is a myth of duality. The white princess made of ice, and the passionate fighter with fire in her veins, a blaster always at hand and the best at inspiring troops before a desperate battle. Ice and Fire, that’s what Leia Organa is made of, not flesh and blood. She’s the only one who sort of realizes the myth that’s grown around her, and she uses it, sometimes. Not too much, because she can’t control it, but sometimes.
  • Just… the Skywalkers as terrifying legends.
Expanding on the human headcanons

The galra try to screw with Shiro, just to find his cold tolerance is almost the same as their own, his heat tolerance is actually better than theirs, any attempt at making his environment uncomfortable backfiring, as he can tolerate far worse conditions than the galra can. They try to make him miserable by making it damp and wet and he doesn’t even notice, his lack of fur meaning he doesn’t care.
They leave him in water to find that humans can FLOAT of all things, such a muscular species can actually bob along in the water, and ever worse they powerful swimmers, hell Shiro can even open his eyes under water, the salt stings but it doesn’t kill him and the galra are terrified of this multi-biome species.
Shiro shows an incredible ability to climb nearly any surface, a lack of claws not bothering him as he clambers up trees and rocks to avoid dangerous threats. He can lift his entire body weight with one hand, his ape ancestry giving him the grip strength necessary to do so, something the galra probably can’t do. Having evolved from predators they never evolve good grip strength.

Anonymous said: Can you please writer where the reader meets jeff’s family ( you can pick if they are dating or not but either way jeff 100% never shuts up about the reader to his parents) and atkin’s family embarrassment ensues haha

Author’s Note: So I couldn’t come up with any shenanigans, so I double whammied Jeff&Y/N. Lets just say that both sets of parents ship it. And not afraid to be vocal about it ;) I’m sorry it didn’t come out as you hopefully expected.

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Jeff X Reader

“Jeff. Jeff!” You laugh. “Stop stuffing your face and drive.”

“But it’s s'good!” He mumbles, shoving another spoonful of chili frito into his mouth.

You pull your phone out, taking a video as his cheeks puff out with all the food he’s stuffed into them while you’re stopped at a stop sign. He had surprised you by driving you an hour into the big city for a major league baseball game and the two of you sat in the middle of crowd, cheering and booing and stuffing yourselves full of ball game food. But Jeff- Jeff couldn’t get enough of their chili frito and even ordered another tray right after the game had ended.

A car honks from behind Jeff’s car, you cackling as Jeff startles in surprise. He laughs directly at your phone’s camera, he then passing over his food to you before driving away. You quickly edit a small piece of the video to add to Instagram for everyone to see just how much your best friend is better than theirs, and then settle in for the drive home while eating half of Jeff’s food.

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Jealous Kurt

Kurt x reader

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The pair of you often received looks when you were out together, varying from, curiosity to pity all the way through to disgust, it wasn’t something that really bothered Kurt too much anymore, after all he had lived his entire life this way, it wasn’t exactly a new thing for him, but it never failed to break his heart a little, each time they were aimed at y/n. She certainly didn’t deserve such treatment, but after months of reassurance y/n had managed to convince him that the occasional stare could never dampen the joy that she felt when she was with him.

Kurt reminded himself of this as the pair continued their peaceful stroll to the cosy restaurant, not too far from their home. Sensing his unease, y/n gave his three fingered hand a light squeeze, he offered her a slight smirk in return, before opening the door for her.

“table for two?’ the greeter asked as they approached the waiting area, ‘yes, thank you’ Kurt answered politely, before they were lead to a table, where a waiter pulled out y/n’s chair, as Kurt was going to the same. Kurt shook off his slight twinge of annoyance, settling himself down, and offering his lovely date a smile, allowing the points of his teeth to poke free, from his full blue lips, over the top of his menu.

The waiter soon returned, placing a long fingered hand on y/n’s shoulder while she placed her order, that same spark of annoyance mixed with a drop of putrid green jealously grew in kurts chest, as the undeniably attractive waiter flirted shamelessly with his partner, despite y/n reaching her delicate hand out to find kurts on top of the table, placing her hand over his.

Eventually he took his leave, sending a wink over his shoulder, which only added to the foul potion currently brewing in kurts chest. Y/n began stroking patterns on his hand, ‘are you alright sweetheart?’ he asked, his thick accent full of concern, at the sadness in her usual bright eyes. “oh, sorry, that waiter just made me feel a bit uncomfortable, I know I’m being silly.’ She murmured, Kurt furrowed his brow, ‘you’ve got nothing to apologize for darling, he was being inappropriate.’ He exclaimed slightly louder than he had intended, a light lavender blush spreading across his cheeks, as he checked over his shoulder to see if anybody else heard. Thankfully the members of staff were either chattering amongst themselves or bustling about, clearing tables.

Y/n gave him a light giggle at his actions, a welcome sound to kurts pointed ears. The pair chatted amicably, their hands still together, as they waited for their food.

The food arrived without much incident, aside from a slightly husky ‘enjoy’ from the waiter. The food was mouth-watering, perfectly prepared pasta carbonara, with deliciously creamy sauce.

After the couple had just about licked their plates clean, the waiter rather quickly reappeared asking a little too suggestively for kurts liking if y/n would like anything else, or if she was ready to go home.

Kurt desperately tried to push his jealousy down, gritting his teeth as he ground out a ‘no thank you, just the bill please.’ The waiter seemed to have finally pieced together that the pair were a couple when he came back to give them their bill, noticing kurts blue hand clasping y/n’s.

“you could do so much better, a pretty little thing like you with a freak like him’ he snorted maliciously, Kurt just about leapt out of his seat, drawing himself up to his full height, barring his pointed teeth and letting out a low growl, only for y/n to step between them, after calmly placing the money on the table.

“theirs nobody better than this gentleman, thank you for the meal, it was lovely, though I think you could improve on the treatment of your customers.’ Her voice was deadly calm, and was uttered with a threatening smirk on her beautiful face, before she took kurts hand, and walked proudly out of the restaurant together.

 

Have a great day and be safe

Coloured some fish drawings I found from a trip to the Natural History Museum in London ages ago. Only four are accurately labeled because I can only assume I thought my fish-naming skills were way better than theirs at the time (although I looked up what a remora was and I can confirm it looks nothing like this one so y’know I’m really not sure I even got those ones right)

Roll Cake Cookie: *Does something dumb*

Roll Cake Cookie: Dr. Wasabi, help!

Roll Cake Cookie: I’m an idiot!

Roll Cake Cookie: Save me!

Dr. Wasabi Cookie: I can’t save you from your own stupidity.

Roll Cake Cookie: Um. That is a lie. You’ve done it multiple times.

Teach Me

Daryl Dixon x Reader | 18+ | Smut Warning | NSFW

Summary: The reader almost gets bit on a run and Daryl is furious with her. They get back to the prison and she asks him to teach her a thing or two about self-defense against walkers and people. Sweaty training ends in rough smut, Daryl style. ;)

Warnings: Smut

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You hear the gates of the prison opening, one by one, as you sit in the car with Rick and Michonne, waiting to leave the prison and go to a town nearby to gather supplies. You wipe your hands up and down your jeans a few times and take a few deep breathes, trying to calm your nerves. This was the first run you had gone on with Rick’s group and you were nervous as hell, but you wanted to prove your worth to the group.

Rick and Daryl had rescued you from a herd of walkers a few weeks, your group had been overrun by a sudden herd and you had lost everyone, you thought you were also gone until you saw Rick and Daryl run up to you, with four walkers nearly on top of you, as they chomped at you, trying to grab your flesh. The two men easily pulled the walkers off you and smashed their heads in, using their boots and couple of iron rods in their hands. They had been in the area looking for supplies at the time they heard you scream. You had never been so glad to see other people in your life.

After that they offered you a place to stay at the prison, Rick asked the three questions and you seemed to pass. The past few weeks you had been lucky enough to have a roof over your head, a safe place to sleep, and people who actually seemed to be decent human beings. It was like an out-of-body experience for this world, you were so happy to have found them. And then there was Daryl, one of the men who had saved you. Daryl was something so different, you didn’t even know how to describe him. Shy but confident, tough but sensitive, kind but harsh, he was the kind of man it would take a lifetime to figure out and you certainly would have no problem with that.

You couldn’t help but notice this confident, yet nervous, man, every time he was near you. He didn’t say much, but he always seemed to have twenty things on his mind. You wondered what it would be like to hear all those thoughts that never escaped his mouth. This run was important to you, showing the group you could handle yourself. But Daryl? Daryl was more important, in a world like this, there is no time to sit back and ponder.You wanted to be with him any chance you got.

Your head snaps back to reality as you hear Daryl’s motorcycle roar to life in front of the truck you rode in. You see Daryl look back at Rick and nod as he drove forward out of the gates, one by one. Rick followed him out and you look back, seeing Carl and Sasha quickly closing each gate behind your entourage. You bite your lip a little feeling the rush of butterflies again in your stomach. You gripped the knife in your hand tightly, almost drawing blood, you wince and put the knife back in the holster on your side, continuing to play with your hands for the drive.

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In this video you can tell that panelists (specifically Larry Wilmore, but the others to another extent) aren’t particularly accustomed to aggressive discussion/debate.  Cued the time to the appropriate exchange, largely between Larry Wilmore and Milo Yiannopoulos.

Let’s specifically pull on the claim Milo made: transgendered people are involved more with sexual crimes than the general population.  Here’s what went wrong, so-to-speak, and basic steps for questioning or interacting with aggressive people in a discussion.

  1. Get their source.  To get this out of the way, if someone asks you for your source, you give them the source.  Saying “it isn’t a controversial statistic” is entirely dishonest when someone’s asking you for why you’re saying something.
    1. The other person might not be contesting it specifically but trying to understand what you’re saying/getting more information.  Source-checking is an important thing.
    2. Clearly it is a controversial statistic for the people you’re talking to.  So you’re just out-and-out lying to defend your point.
    3. This is much simpler digitally than in-person, as clearly people don’t walk around with legal and scientific research on them.  Even just a matter of “There was a review from the Bar Association” as an example, or “A study from psychology today a couple years ago”.  Usually answering “who” and “when” is enough of a general clue to where it can be verified simply enough after the fact.
  2. Refuse to continue until you have their source.  If you’re not working from the same data you’re never going to change minds or even come to an understanding.  If your data says Muslims make up 100% of the liars in the world and their data says Christians make up 100% of all liars in the world you two are never going to agree with them because, at that point, you have no empirical reason to believe them.
  3. Define the words used very specifically.  Trans people are more involved (Milo’s word, not mine) with sexual crimes?  Okay.  Define involved, please.  Define their relationships with sexual crimes; are they the victims or the perpetrators?  Are they more likely to be witnesses?  Are they more likely to be involved with sex-crime programs, both as patients (hence part of the subset of people actively trying seeking therapy and treatment) and administrators?  Are they more likely to be running or fundraising for these things than the general population?  In this instance “involved” is a purposefully nebulous word to both be something that can be verified by the literal meaning but only if you strip away context from it.
  4. Get specific claims.  I feel the need to stress this more clearly, but question the source and specific data more intensely.  They’re more likely to be “involved”?  Okay cool.  How much more likely?  Compared to what?  How is it a matter of 25%  vs 15%?  80% vs 14%?  Is this in absolute numbers (trans people making up 80% of all people involved in a sexual crime) or relative numbers (80% of trans people are involved in a sexual crime)?  Every good political/policy discussion starts with a specific thing being said.  The more specific the better.  If Milo was forced to change his stance from “trans people are significantly more involved in sex crimes” to “trans people are 4x more likely to be victims of sex crimes than the national average” then I don’t think Larry would’ve disagreed so vehemently.  
  5. Analyze their source.  Check their source for validity or credibility, both in terms of it being a solid piece of research (scientific controls) and the reputation of the person doing it (political leaning would go into this section), with the former being more important than the latter.  
    1. If the Bureau of Labor makes a report about the unemployment rate then that’s the gold standard.  
    2. If they then go on to make a study about sexual deviance in children under the age of 15  and their information goes directly against previous and concurrent research by the APA then you have a discussion.
  6. Provide your own sources.  
    1. This is damned critical.  Humans…don’t like being wrong.  They especially don’t like being wrong if they have no idea what being right actually is.  So give them something to review and look over, either then and at their leisure.  If seeing raw data or an article changed your mind there’s a good chance it could change theirs as well.
      1. If a person has no other information to latch onto they are just less likely to change their belief at all, preferring to know a lie than the wonder the truth.  If you want to actually change someone’s mind give them something else to know.
        1. This is largely a subconscious process and involves a whole host of other personality factors that I won’t go into here.  Just don’t judge someone too harshly if they refuse to believe what you do from a one-off conversation.
    2. You have to hold yourself to the same standards you apply to other people.  This includes providing people access to the reason you believe X over Y.  They deserve just as much of a right to question your information as you do theirs, as it’s always possible that you’re the wrong one.  This is what the Free Marketplace of Ideas is all about.
  7. Be vigorous in your own actions.  Call the other person out if they’re misrepresenting their own data to make it more powerful, or misrepresenting yours.  Disingenuous, or even just undisciplined, people will twist things either actively or passively.  Keep the claims in your head and make them clear, write them down if you need to.  Don’t let them change without a reason for why they’re changing and make sure that the both of you, explicitly, are okay with the change.
  8. You’re not in it to “win”.  This is an important rule in general, one that almost everyone on tumblr knows.  The odds of you actually getting someone to admit that they’re wrong, you’re right, and change their minds on the spot it about 0%.  But to paraphrase a line, “You’re not there for them; you’re there for everyone around them.”  Show everyone that they’re wrong, and if the conversation isn’t going anywhere then bow out and save yourself the time and frustration.  Trust in that you did a solid enough job demonstrating why your point was better than theirs, and provided at least one person was around (through followers or on facebook or a subway car) and your side will grow more popular than theirs and your message will spread, get reinforced over time, and become more persuasive.

Just remember, social media is used by people to share selective portions of their life. Everyone has bad days, even if they don’t show it.

Don’t compare your life with another . May be your life is better than theirs . Don’t be too quick to judge.

Fate (Bucky x Reader)

Fate

Pairings/Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Female), Steve x Peggy makes a brief cameo

Prompt: Soulmate AU where a timer on your wrist counts down until the moment you meet your soulmate, then underneath appears the date and time that you met your soulmate and the initials of your soulmate written in their handwriting.

Summary: It didn’t matter to Bucky that his timer was extremely long, or that it wasn’t on his left wrist like everyone else’s. No, he just lived his life to the fullest as per the words of his father. A soulmate didn’t matter to Bucky. Until it did. Until a big buff Steve rescued him from the HYRDA base and he saw how happy they were together, Steve and his soulmate Peggy. Until he fell off that train and he realized, that he wouldn’t live to see his own soulmate. Then he regained his memories and realized that he didn’t deserve a soulmate. But then he found her.

Word Count: 2286

Warnings: Holy fucking shit I don’t think there’s any swearing in this, well I just swore but that doesn’t count, I don’t think there’s any warnings, maybe some sad Bucky and a bit angsty. If you see anything that you think is a trigger or warning, please let me know.

PLEASE READ THE DISCLAIMERS!

Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel or any of its characters. Marvel belongs to Disney blah blah legal stuff, don’t sue me I’m poor.

Disclaimer No. 2: I know that a lot of people have written Soulmate AUs about Marvel characters and the timer seems to be the most popular one, this has been sitting in my docs for months on end and I just cleaned it up a bit. But I have read a couple stories about the timer so if you do see anything familiar to something you wrote here chances are that I’ve read your story and somehow remembered little details and wrote them in. If this is the case and you aren’t comfortable with it just message me or send an ask OFF anon and we’ll work it out.

A/N: OMG I’m alive! My first Bucky x Reader fic I’m screaming internally I have my laptop (YAY!) and I’m spending the night at my grandma’s place so I have WiFi (double yay!) and I found this sitting in Docs from like, way back when i don’t even remember and I haven’t written anything soooooo long, so I cleaned it up and I thought why not? Feedback is always welcomed, it’s not a suggestion, it’s a command, you tell me what you think! jk. On with the story!

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When he’s in fourth grade the word ‘soulmate’ is one of the questions his teacher asks the class if they know the meaning of. Bucky does, but still he copies down the statement written on the board.

Soulmates – People that the universe destined to be together.

There’s a box on the underneath, for him to draw a picture that represents the word. The girl and the boy in front of him try their best to draw pictures of themselves, writing their names underneath, their timers having stopped two weeks after the start of the initial school year when the girl transferred into their class. Bucky draws the best stick figure of himself, holding hands with another mystery figure, a question mark in the place of their head.

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anonymous asked:

What if somebody tells you that they ship something which doesnt work fwith your ships? Like when somebody ships Gency (as i do) but that doesnt rly work with Pharmercy

Then I… don’t.. care? Everyone has different ship opinions, I will only start going against it if they try to tell me theirs is better than mine etc. 

Color

Title: Color 
Summary: In another world, Liam gets to see color.
Characters: Bill Cipher
Rating: K 

A/N: another fic for @cipherpeaks, in exchange for the charity donation. The request was Bill and Liam interacting as adults, in a scenario where he passed the Inspection and was allowed to live. Thanks again for the donation, I hope you like it!
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Based on Flat Dreams.)

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When Liam first began working with him at the shop, there were more than a few perplexed - if not downright hostile - glances.

That was to be expected: it is unusual for an Irregular of Liam’s degree to be allowed to live to adulthood, and when it does happen they aren’t usually seen in shops. They usually are given a job as a Government Office clerk of the seventh class, a boring low-paying job, and expected to sleep at the workplace as well. Most families are all right with never seeing them again, the stain gone from their household.

But theirs is not most families, and Bill has better connections than most Triangles do.

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Upset that he was insulted by a three year old, Mayson stomped down the stairs, determined to find out the truth about the question which burned in his mind. Without a doubt he was the favourite! His art was perfect, he was perfect, his way of speaking was perfect and his name was better than theirs. If that wasn’t proof that he was the favourite, then what was? 

Mayson: There is no need to ask that last question, because I am the favourite. 

So my school’s marching band went to Disney for thanksgiving 2016, and my group was just hanging out when the green army men marched by, asking for recruits. We were happy to oblige, and I dare say our marching was better than theirs. Later our band director mentioned that he had seen “a group of Coffman kids marching with the green army men with the amazing form”

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{make me choose}
- anonymous asked: final fantasy xiii or mass effect

green-converses  asked:

Luke/Annabeth, some things are never said

He’s fighting some hapless teenager, but Annabeth can still feel his gaze on her, pale fire licking along her skin and threatening to burn.

“I can Charmspeak him to keep his eyes in his skull if you want.”

Annabeth makes a face at her friend. It’s supposed to be a grin, but it comes out too sharp and twisted. Piper raises her eyebrows, makes a mouth with her hand and snaps it.

“Go through those drills I was showing you,” she says instead of answering. “You really don’t need me to guide you any more.”

“Uh, yes I do,” Piper says, raising her voice as Annabeth starts walking towards Luke Castellan. “Annabeth! I’m helpless without your guidance! Step away from the homicidal idiot and render unto me assistance!”

A couple of campers look up in alarm at the words homicidal idiot, but most of them are old enough to be familiar with Luke’s reputation, and young enough not to have experienced it first hand. She ignores her friend, who grumbles under her breath and starts going through the motions with her dagger as Annabeth’s feet nudge the edge of the training ring.

He doesn’t stop looking at her, not until the teenager he’s sparring crows with delight, a slice of red blooming on Luke’s upper arm. The pain does something to him, sharpens his focus, pulls him back into the fight; his opponent earns the dubious gift of his full attention. Two sour clangs and a yelp later, and the teenager is shaking out his hand with a grumble, sword in the dirt some six feet away.

“You were going easy the whole time!” The boy’s voice cracks on time. Annabeth thinks she’s the only one who notices Luke flinch.

“If I threw you on your ass every time you picked up a weapon, the only thing you’d learn is how to fall.”

If the kid says anything else, neither Luke nor Annabeth are listening. The sun’s high overhead and she’s dressed appropriately and he’s not hiding that he’s noticing. Something settles in her gut, thick and hot and unsteady.

“You should be paying attention to your classes.” Her voice comes out lower than planned. She doesn’t clear her throat.

“I’m giving them the attention they need.” He jerks his head towards the ring. “Care to show them how it’s done?”

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anonymous asked:

Hi can i have a scenario with the UT, UF and US bros with an artist s/o who's been feeling pretty bad about their art? Like they feel trash because no matter how hard they try it never seem enough and everybody's art is better than theirs, sorry to bother you with this feel free to just ignore and delete this

Dude, I’d feel bad if I deleted this because I’ve been there™ ~Mod Feral


UT Sans

Buddy, pal, date mate, don’t be selling yourself short. Your art’s amazing. He thinks so, his bro thinks so, the kid thinks so, it seems like you’re the only one who doesn’t. Hang in there and keep at it, cause you’re pretty good. He’ll be sure to remind you of this daily if he needs to, and it will include hugs and hanging your art onto a wall.


UT Papyrus

He’ll be sure to remind you that you’re amazing now and getting better with each and everything you make. I mean, you don’t really think that snow sculpture of himself or his spaghetti were first time attempts, do you? Everyone’s able to do even better than before if they keep at it!


UF Sans

He doesn’t know the first thing on how to art, so he can show you what bad art actually looks like with his own artwork. He’s also not unwilling to insult himself so he’ll actually do that if needed. He likes the work you do, even if he doesn’t show it.


UF Papyrus

Fuck that noise, he’s highly capable of forcing you to keep practicing if you’re not in an area you like. There’s no getting around it, he’ll make you get better than your already amazing area if it’s what you need.


US Sans

Same as UT Papyrus.


US Papyrus

He’ll try to comfort and reassure you, but he’s not really sure what to do to show you how your art is great.