these questions are always hard to answer

nerdfordragons  asked:

for the sleep prompt: "stop stealing the covers" with Shakarian? Prettiest of pleases? :)

[Hi! Gonna start off my prompts today with some Shakarian :) Sorry it’s real short, not super inspired by my ME stuff lately ;.; having a hard time with that fandom rn I guess? Partially why I’ve been doing so many Eggsy!! (Also I love him lol) But I hope you like it still *hugs* and as always thanks for the prompts<3<3<3]


Sharing a bed with a turian was challenging for Jane. Not because she didn’t like it. No, she loved nothing more than laying in Garrus’ arms. But, they didn’t exactly make the SR-2 to fit a turian-human combo, did they? 

The answer to that questions was no. They did not.  

So, there were some challenges to say the least… one of which was the length of the bed. Garrus was just over 7 feet tall, and no matter which way he tried laying, his feet were dangling off the edge. He insisted however that he didn’t care, and that he could sleep anywhere. 

That was certainly a feat in Jane’s eyes because for her sleeping had never been easy. Even before the nightmares of being brought back from the dead or the war tightening it’s grasp around her; she had insomnia. But with Garrus around, she seemed to be more comfortable. To feel safer and most nights since he moved in she had slept almost perfectly. 

Almost…

“Damnit, Garrus. You’re the biggest bed hog I’ve ever met.” Shepard made a tight fist around the blanket pulling it forcefully towards her chest.

“I’m the hog? Wait… what is that– is that like the pug?”

“Pig.” Jane corrected with a chuckle. “And no. Well, sorta, I guess. It means you don’t share.” 

Garrus threw his head back in a dramatic fashion with a laugh. “Says the woman stealing all of the blankets as we speak…” Garrus purred back with a smile as his mandibles flickered playfully as he pull back.

“That’s because YOU stole them from me in the first place.” She laughed pulling them once more as she narrowed her eyes playfully. “You’re constantly hogging them, you know. Always.” 

“Might I remind you who is pulling them right now?” He purred back as he leaned closer letting her win the battle of the blankets. “I’ll just freeze, it’s alright… don’t you worry about me…”

She let out a forced sigh surprising a laugh as she eye him carefully. “Sooooo dramatic.” 

“Maybe… But also right.” Garrus turned, watching as a smile spread over her freckled face as he slid a taloned hand to her chin lightly.

“Alright fine, maybe I’m the problem.” Jane confessed as she released them from her fingers, then spread them over the both of them as best she could. After a moment she scooted closer to him, placing herself perfectly between his arms. “Better?”

“Much. Oh, and Shepard?”

“Yes, Garrus?” She answered suspiciously looking up to him.

“I love you… even if you are a pig.” Garrus smiled as he kissed her softly on the forehead.

“I think you mean hog, honey…” Jane laughed loudly as she shove him playfully in the side enjoying ever moment of this… soaking it up before she wouldn’t be able to anymore.

“No, I meant pig… You have food all over your fringe,” He slid a hand to her hair, removing a piece of food as he eye it carefully in attempts to figure out what it was. “again.”

“Alright fine I’m a hog and a pig… You got a problem with it?” She crossed her arms, glaring at him playfully as she surprises a smile.

“Never.” 

Garrus kissed her then, and in that moment they were so incandescently happy that not even the end of life as they knew it or crumbles of blueberry muffin could bring them down.

How I turned pro with Tarot Readings (but I still have a lot to learn!) 👌

Divination is a complex art, even though sometimes it doesn’t look like it. As you all know, I do tarot readings and I noticed how this particular method of clairvoyance gets the same reaction as a piece of contemporary art: people look at me and say I could have done it myself, or something along the lines, to which it’s hard not to reply with a Fuck off, why don’t you do it then?

I must admit that when I first got into tarot reading, doubting my abilities was somehow legit, since I kept using just a single tarot spread to answer whatever question I got and the answers didn’t always stick to what I needed to know. Luckily, in the last few years I’ve improved my technique. But how did I reach my level of expertise? 

I changed my perspective on tarots. This was really the first step. At the beginning of my practice the idea I had on tarot reading was completely different. The questions I usually asked all regarded my future, so I made readings whenever I had no idea about how things would turn. Don’t get me wrong, that is still divination, there is nothing wrong in it. But at the point tarot readings to me were just a game I’d like to play when I was bored and all alone or during sleepovers with my friends. Let’s see if he is gonna kiss me this weekend, and I was all ready to throw a tarot spread. It took a lot of years to understand that in tarots there is more than that. When you ask something to tarot cards what you are actually doing is asking for a consult, as if you were in a therapist’s office or talking with a helpline. Tarots gives advice. Which means you have to talk to them heart-to-heart and listen to their words accordingly.

I made tarot readings personal. Whenever a friend asked me for a consult, I wanted to give them the most accurate response there could possibly be. And in order to do that, I couldn’t just use that one and only tarot spread I knew, but I had to choose a spread that was specific to the case. So I decided it was time to start creating them all by myself and it turned out it wasn’t as hard as it seemed to be as long as you keep in mind these simple rules:

🔮 You need to understand where the Consultant mentally is, what they are facing in that moment, where does the question actually come from. Even when people say they just want to investigate their future, their desire probably comes out of something that buggers them.
🔮 You have to turn the Consultant’s request into a series of simple questions, that can help you get the hang of the situation. If the Consultant can’t find a job, I don’t ask the tarots the when’s and the if’s. Instead, I ask why they are blocked in the situation and what they can do to overcome the problem.
🔮 You should choose a layout that helps you get into the right mindset. Avoiding banalities (a heart-shaped layout for a spread about love can be a little too cliche), you can choose a shape that reminds you of the things you are inquiring on, like a Cupid’s bow if you’re asking about new love interests.

I turned off my rationality. As I said before divination really is an art form and, as most of the art forms, it’s easier to understand it if you don’t look at it through the eye of intellect. It might seems illogical, but that is the best way to let the meaning of the cards gets to you. No prejudice, no preconceptions. Sometimes the response could be hard to accept and that’s why I avoid to do readings about controversial or sensible matters. 

Did I really become a pro in tarot readings? There aren’t any tips or tricks to be brilliant at it. It takes time and exercise, and even after decades of practice you’ll find you still have a lot to learn. Some people have a natural inclination, other requires more effort instead. But if you’re receptive enough, tarots will disclose their secrets to you without a hitch.

anonymous asked:

So I've been very lazy with my studying toward witch craft and therefore I'm going back to the beginning~ lol. Any advice for a little witch?

Some Advice for Getting Started:

Originally posted by gameboydemakes


*Start with things that interest you!* 

I know i get terribly bored very quickly (gemini curse lmao) so i find that if i dive into stuff i’m interested in learning about, that it will tend to hold my attention longer and help me get back into the swing of things! So in my example one of my first things i researched when i was starting out was about Crystals and their properties/uses in magic! From there i was able to use that as a sort of base jumping off point for my magical practice! And if you find something you were learning about doesn’t seem like it fits you/your style/ your practice then drop it and move on to the next thing! 

*Ask Questions!*

No Questions Are Stupid Questions  No Questions Are Stupid Questions  No Questions Are Stupid Questions!!!! Questions mean you care enough to try and learn more about something! I’m pretty much always here and will try my best to answer as best as i am able And if I can’t i will do my best to help direct you to someone more knowledgeable!


*TAKE YOUR TIME!*

This one is important because most of the time i feel like i see baby/beginner witches try really REALLY hard to “reach the same level” as other witches as quickly as possible when in reality that just hurts THEIR path in the long run. Your path is your own, take it at your own pace. Enjoy the little bumps along the way and find the “Roses of your Path” (the things that make you want to stop and appreciate them: the satisfaction of calling your first Storm, the chill of the night air when you set out your first Full Moon Water, the spark when you find that one crystal.) Enjoy it. Enjoy your path, Enjoy your Craft. 

*Use the Things you Already Own!*

Another thing i see beginners getting hung up on (myself included, i was/am extremely guilty of this lol) is wanting to go out and buy a ton of supplies. try looking around your house for things that can be re purposed. Old Spaghetti Sauce Jars can be cleaned and used as spell jars, deity altars/shrines, or ingredient storage! Take pictures from old magazines and make a collage Altar on paper! Use a composition notebook as your Book Of Shadows! Your old broken glasses case can be used as a case for your portable altar! Dig around and see if there are extra candles you haven’t used in a while! Wash out and save those eggshells from your cooking to use as spell ingredients! It takes some creative thinking but you can reclaim pretty much anything for your craft!

*Look for Bargains!*
For one thing prices can be outrageous for actual craft materials: like Crystals and Gems? Truly truly truly outrageous. So keep your eyes peeled for bargains and deals! Some of the best places to look for things on the cheap would be Dollar Stores, Flea Markets, Thrift Shops, Garage/Estate Sales! Most of the time in those places you can try haggling to get things at a cheaper price (or get more for less.) It really just depends on the place but you can find the most interesting assortments of things! Keep your eyes peeled in your general day to day life as well see if there are sales at your local grocery store for seed packets, seasonal items/holiday items (look for the sales afterwords to really save haha) The internet is a great place to look, i know Ebay has sellers who sell raw crystals/ crystal chunks by the pound. There’s also places to buy spices in bulk too 


*Don’t Compare Your Path to Others!*
Your Path is Your Path, Their Path is Their Path.
Being online and part of the witchy community in tumblr means that there are a lot of ideas being shared from people’s paths and their views on how they think magic should be practiced. What works for them might not work for you and vice versa. Only YOU can decide what is best for you and your path. and on that note:

*Figure Out What YOU Want Out of Your Path!*
When you get some time, sit down and write out all the things you want to get from your path and think critically about how you want magic to work in your daily life. Do you want it to be Super Formal or more casual? perhaps a mix of the two?  Test the waters! Try things once and if you don’t like it then you know and can move on to the things that work better for your lifestyle/craft/path!
Some examples from my list that i can think of right now would be:
-Better knowledge of Crystals/ Crystal remedies and their healing properties
-Daily research -aka tumblr-
-Appreciating Nature more (Whenever i go on walks with my dog i try to pick up some litter if/when i see it)
-Daily Deity appreciation  -aka deity aesthetic reblogs to @theemeraldgod & Pintrest-

Helpful Links for Beginners:
Sww Master List of Tags- Here’s my main hub of things that i tag feel free to look and see if something interests you!
Altars/ Altar set up Advice- My long winded post about what to put on your Altar.
My Beginner Tag// My Beginner 101 Tag- There are two tags because they have similar information, the 101 tag is for more ‘Hey I just started today what do I need to know’


Anyways thanks for sending this in! I’ve been meaning to make one of these for a while and this finally gave me the excuse ^^

-oOo-
StormWaterWitch

Things I Love About Day6
  • Jae: that habit where he holds his guitar picks in his mouth; his fingers; Cali boy English; the Icarus rap in Like That Sun; his spirituality and connection to his religion is really admirable; that time he agreed to trade Wonpil for two buckets of friend chicken and a box of boiling crab; his nose is so cute; the gold mine that is his old social media; yellowpostitman; his guitar names; his lame but endearing sense of humor; hashtag king; Jae has really nice legs; his little high pitched laugh when he gets surprised or excited about something
  • Sungjin: HIS HANDS everything about his hands, the veins and the big knuckles and the way he uses them when he talks and the way his fingers get all crooked when he plays guitar; dancing skills obv; Richard the bike; the way he looks in blazers; the way he looks in tank tops; the first time he cried at their concert; such a neat freak lol; he takes so much care of his members; how he opens his eyes super wide when he's mad; the chorus of like every song; super expressive eyebrows; his shoulders are so broad
  • Young K: he's in college and he studies accounting; his voice is so nice not just his singing voice but just his speaking voice like I could listen to him talk forever; so intense onstage and so soft offstage; his relationship with Terry; when they flipped the banner in Taiwan; he eats so much; that hand symbol he makes that looks like a six; the dangling earring he wears sometimes that looks like a dream catcher; all those breakup songs; that time they made him display his biceps on Chinese TV; the way he squeezes his eyes shut when he's embarrassed
  • Wonpil: SMILE oh my god his beautiful enormous ray of absolute sunshine smile is my most favorite thing in the world; Sofa; his hair is naturally curly; his relationship with his sister is literally the cutest most pure and wholesome thing in the world; he annoys the members so much lmao; his tattoo and esp the meaning behind it; "I like a girl who has a dream and pursues it"; his piercings are so attractive; the pink sweater; that one leather jacket; how he closes his eyes when he's playing keyboard; his voice pitches a little bit lower when he's being really serious; whenever he gets embarrassed he just gets up and leaves
  • Dowoon: he loves animals so much; daejang jjigae; the little "uhh" right before he answers any questions; his arms wow they are so nice; his singing voice is so nice and deep and so precious; he looks up to his members so much; Savage!Dowoon; he always tolerates Wonpil's skinship but also complains about it; that really intense face he makes when he's playing the drums really hard; how his eyes shift really fast from side to side when he's nervous; he has such a naturally calm and quiet personality; his ears get so red

anonymous asked:

Is there ever going to be an explicit reason for Adam drowning out everyone else's emotions? Is there a particular reason that you know of?

There’s not an explicit, atypical-related reason for why Adam overwhelms Caleb’s empathy. I know a lot of people have speculated that Adam’s parents have experimented on him and he has some atypical biology or something. Since this will probably never be confirmed or denied on the podcast, I’ll do it here: Adam has not been experimented on. There’s no scientific reason for it. It’s just because he and Caleb click on some basic, subconscious level. 

THE MOON SIGNS

“I acted like it wasn’t a big deal when really it was breaking my heart.”


“You sometimes think you want to disappear, but all you really want is to be found.”


“Life is a game, you can be a player or a toy.”


“I wanna tell you how I feel, but I’m scared of being hurt again, scared of you not feeling the same and scared of falling harder.”


“There is a weird pleasure in loving someone who doesn’t love you.”


“I am a strong person, but every once in awhile, I would like someone to take my hand and tell me that everything’s going to be alright.”


“Don’t be sorry I trusted you. My mistake, not yours.”


“I hate being alone. My thoughts, my feelings, my mind eats me alive.”


“I don’t know what I feel anymore.”


“You don’t just stop loving someone. You either always will or you never did at the first place.”


“It hurts knowing you tried doing your best but it still wasn’t good enough.”


“It’s hard to answer the question ‘what’s wrong?’ when nothing’s right.”

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Usernames and anonymous words are still people with lives, a house, hobbies, passions, problems, dreams, all that behind the screen. Never forget that.


I’m always doubting about doing these types of posts, but I thought maybe I could speak up every once in a while lmao. I apologize if I don’t word my thoughts correctly. What I’m trying to say is, I know it’s sometimes hard not to snap at inconsiderate/angering questions and sentences coming from young people who probably didn’t think about looking for answers or connecting their brain together. I know some of us can find works or reactions from young people “cringy” or “overdone”. I know it’s infuriating to see kids reposting, tracing or recoloring art because they still don’t know how important it is to respect the artists: the thing is, I believe we all had these parts inside of us when we were younger, too. We had things we liked that we find insufferable now, we had a younger self we’d like to punch in the face. There are things we regret. But thinking back at it, although unfortunate events in my life had made my childhood a personally hard time to go through and I expressed myself through childish actions, I’m glad I did go through these steps. It made me grow into who I am today: a person who’s willing to keep growing. I’m thankful I went through many experiences that now put me in the position to guide young people who perhaps need that guidance, one way or another. Let’s be firm, but compassionate. Don’t sugarcoat kids either, you’re allowed and SHOULD speak up when you feel like you’re suffocating. But always take a step back, and try to think for both sides. These “cringy” kids maybe ARE future mature creating geniuses!
We are tomorrow’s inspirations, models, and constructors!

Let’s be nice and understanding to youth and distance ourselves from online problems so we can focus on making it better instead. :)

Uchiha Family Analysis Ep. 21

I have been a quiet Sasusaku shipper for a while, but I want to share some of my thoughts about the current episode. We haven’t gotten the Uchiha family together in a while, so I wanted to celebrate this episode with my interpretation of some key scenes. I had a lot of feels in this episode so this is a long read 😂😂.

Sasuke Reunites with Sarada: In this scene, obviously, Sasuke is regretting not being able to recognize Sarada after they had reunited after so long. He’s obviously been too caught up in his mission and never imagined that Sarada would unexpectedly appear in front of him. Not only that but he threatened her with a sword and saw the fear in her eyes and her Sharingan activated. Maybe a part of him imagined that when they would finally reunite as a family, he would be free from his mission and duty and they can finally all be happy together. Accidentally threatening his daughter with a sword was not his dream of their reunion and he is angry and regrets this lost chance.

Unfortunately, he knows that he doesn’t have the luxury to comfort her because of the looming threat over their heads, so he pushes her away to protect her. He questions Naruto about why Sarada is here, which Sarada interprets as her father not wanting her to be there. 

Sarada doesn’t understand the Uchiha connection and how their hearts are connected even with distance, a distance needed in order to protect her. She starts attacking him and questioning whether he cares about his family at all, and Sasuke is shaken by her words and how he is being misunderstood in that way. Sarada resents him, which he expected, but was not prepared for. 

Especially having her in front of him unexpectedly and given the situation of their reunion, Sasuke is being consumed by guilt and simultaneously a longing to return to his family after seeing Sarada all grown up.

Sasuke and Naruto discussing Sarada: Like Naruto had said before he had left on his mission…

Sasuke is so misunderstood as a character because his intentions in this scene are pure, but he struggles with communicating these intentions with the people he loves (in this case Sarada). He is being so selfless in this scene, giving up the opportunity to be next to his family to protect them and the village, going on the mission alone so that Naruto wouldn’t have to leave his own, while keeping it a secret so that Sarada won’t unnecessarily worry about him and his safety. Even if he is misunderstood and Sarada resents him, it is more important to keep her future and Konoha’s future safe (bright). 

Side Note: I was also livid that the Kage Summit was not animated as well. That scene was SO important, especially for those who didn’t read the manga, but what can we do about SP? I am trying to remain positive. Obviously, it happened before this scene which is right before he is leaving on his mission. Naruto asks only about Sarada, which means that Sakura is well-aware of his mission and his reasons. Plus, I kind of liked how they highlighted Sasuke’s relationship with Sarada and his reasons for keeping it a secret from her.

I had mixed feelings about this scene. I find this scene sad because Sasuke almost ended the world in order to fight for his family, and now that he finally has one, he is unable to be there with them because of his mission to keep them safe. It’s such a sad circle because Itachi pushed Sasuke away to protect him and the village and now he is doing the same with his daughter, all along with the additional knowledge of how it hurts to be on the other end being pushed away. He understands Sarada’s resentment well and has regrets about not being able to be there for her, but I feel like he is trying to convince himself of the importance of his mission in this scene and how everything will be okay if he keeps them safe from the outside while Sakura is there to take care of and protect Sarada from the inside. He obviously trusts and has faith in Sakura to take care of Sarada when is away (a part of him maybe even believing that Sarada is better off in Sakura’s care than his own because he will never fully forgive himself for his past), but he is trying to conceal the part of him which regrets not being there next to them.

Sasusaku Reunite: His regrets are further elaborated when Sakura enters.

Here is where the Uchiha connection/Sasusaku connection is beautifully portrayed. First off, when he asks Sakura the same question about why she’s here like he did about Sarada, unlike Sarada, Sakura just smiles at him being well experienced with Sasuke’s method of communication. Just one look, and she understands that Sasuke is worried about why they are here near him where danger looms when they should be safe in the village.

I know people are angry over how dramatic this next scene was and how it seemed like Sakura was ignoring him, but I personally didn’t interpret it that way. This scene just KILLED ME with feels. The way I interpreted it, Sasuke is regretting how everything went down with his reunion with Sarada. He is struggling with his emotions after seeing his wife and daughter after so long so he shoots his wife a look…

If there is one person who understands Sasuke and his silent pleas for help, it would be his wife Sakura. Sakura obviously misses him after all this time apart (Ino vacation date reminiscing scene) but she selflessly puts her daughter and husband’s feelings first in this scene and holds back her own. She’s the emotional anchor in the family and Sasuke is lucky to have her because she understands Sasuke’s true intentions better than anybody else. I find it beautiful that the Sasuke who keeps to himself has truly allowed himself to depend on another person. That’s why he trusts and depends on Sakura to take care of things with Sarada when he’s gone and here again he is pleading for her help. Sakura sees in his eyes her husband’s love and longing for their family. She coped with the distance better than Sarada because she understands the Uchiha connection and how Sasuke and their family are connected by hearts even through the distance. Despite being away from each other so long, their connection and bond is stronger than ever and one look from her husband and Sakura immediately understands his pain, regret, and apology in regards to Sarada and their family. Being the amazing wife she is, she wants to put her husband’s worries to ease (like she’s done all this time when he was away) so she shoots him a quick smile, takes over and walks past him to Sarada to comfort her in his stead.

Additionally, the way I interpreted it, the reason why the scene was edited to seem dramatic with her walking past him was because it represents the current disconnect Sasuke feels from his daughter. Obviously, the Uchihas’ hearts are connected even with the distance which Sakura understands, but Sarada is too young to and Sasuke doesn’t expect her to.  As Sakura is walking passed him, his feet remain planted to the same spot because while Sakura can walk passed him and comfort Sarada, he is “stuck” in the same place. She has questions about his absence which he cannot answer. He just threatened her with his sword and saw the look of fear in her eyes, but he cannot comfort her with answers without fully disclosing the truth about his mission and putting her in further danger. When Sasuke sees Naruto outside of the village, he tells him to deliver an apology in his place to Sakura. Uchihas value family bonds more than anything else, his family is obviously always on his mind, and Sasuke is trying so hard to conceal how much he needs to be next to them. He longs to be with his family, next to his wife and wants to run over to Sarada to embrace her, but there needs to be a distance between them until his mission is complete. 

When Naruto questioned him if Sarada’s resentment towards him was worth it, he convinced himself that if it meant he can keep his family safe and the future “bright,” that’s only thing that mattered. However, as he looks back to Sakura hugging Sarada, you can see the look of regret on his face. He is her father and should be able to comfort her in her time of confusion like Sakura is doing, but he can’t be honest to Sarada and there for his family in the present without compromising his mission to keep them safe. 

He is trying to convince himself that this is what is best situation in order to keep his family safe, but he is affected by Sarada’s pain and the distance from his family as much as Sakura and Sarada are, if not more. It is heartbreaking how he blames himself for his family’s pain due to his absence, even if his absence is to protect them.

I frankly don’t understand claims that Sasuke doesn’t love or care about his family. This episode proved that he is willing to sacrifice everything in order to keep them safe and protects them at the cost of his own happiness. Of course, that’s expected from a Uchiha who always puts family #1.

10 Things I Learned as an Interviewer for the Interviewee

As a fourth year medical students (yikes) I was able to become an interviewer for my medical school. So yes, that means maybe someone I’ve interviewed may one day see this. Though probably not. Anyways, it was very surreal to be on the other side of the process all these years later and while I’m getting ready for interviews myself (anyone want me for residency, btw?)

A lot of expectations and previous notions about interviews that I had really did change and I can see how intricate the process actually is, and I get why we get asked the questions we do. At least somewhat better.                                                                   

All experiences and interviewers are different but here are some things I think can really help out the interviewee. Maybe things you thought were hard and fast rules but aren’t or things you didn’t expect us to be looking for. Anything to help! And while this is directed at pre-meds, the advice should still general enough that anyone can use it, if they want.

Some things to know beforehand; I was part of a two-on-one interview setting which lasted 30 minutes with a few preset questions we needed to ask. The interview was blind, so we couldn’t see stats.

Take a second to observe your interviewers.

This isn’t an open invitation to judge your interviewers, but most of us are pretty telling in the way we present ourselves. If you can take a break for the nerves for a second pay attention to our introductions, our demeanor and how we’re dressed. It can give you a sense of how relaxed or stringent we may be and what our personalities may be like even if we were told to stay stone cold poker-faced. And always keep in mind who your interviewers are and what departments they’re from. It can help guide the tone we set for the entire interview.  

Play off the interviewers.

Now that you’ve taken a moment to take in your surroundings use those to your advantage. If we’re playing tough, answer with strength and intention. If we’re relaxed, don’t sit so stiff and maybe get us to laugh. If you are asked thought provoking questions, take time to think about it and provide thought provoking answers. The more you work with us, the easy and more open a dialog becomes and the more personable the interview will become. It’s a great way to show flexibility and adaptation, and for the interviewers who did this well we found ourselves impressed.

If I’m offering you information, take it.

If I am telling you that I am a 4th year and I can answer your questions about rotations, classes, or student life I am literally giving you questions to ask me in the event you have forgotten all of yours. If faculty tells you which program they are a part of and what they specialize in they are opening that line of information for you. They are telling you were their interests and focuses are and you can run with that, if you like.

Please, please do your research.

We had an application who couldn’t tell us what they liked our school. Had no idea what the mission statement was or what the goals of the school were. Didn’t have a clue. I had to use my doctor face so I could stay neutral. It was bad. I get that you just want to be in medical school but come on. Point blank, there is no excuse for anyone to know nothing about the program they’re interviewing for. You should also have worked out answers for frequently asked questions. Getting stumped on classic medical school questions…it’s a big red flag. So please plan ahead and do your research.  

Pick the length of your answers carefully.

Different types of questions prompt different types of answers. There are a lot of questions that can prompt follow up questions. Hobbies for example; going into every detail about your hobbies is probably counterproductive. But that’s assuming you have a fair amount of things you like to do that aren’t medicine. You can add a snip here and there, like “I’ve done that for 15 years” or “it’s really a huge passion of mine” but if there is interest in hearing more, we’ll most likely ask. If you only have one thing, don’t think “I like running” is a good enough answer. Give us something to work with. There are questions, especially theoretical ones or tell me a story situations that are meant to be longer. And always keep in mind your time limit.

Be confident, not cocky.

There is a huge difference between smug and confident. We had one prospect who gave this shit-eating “gotcha” grin after every question they thought they had aced. It was almost like they were trying to directly challenging me. It got to the point that I stopped caring what they were saying and was just getting pissed. The answers could have been great (they weren’t) but all that stuck with me was the cockiness. Not sure if you do that unintentionally? That’s what practice interviews are for. There are very clear differences when someone was proud of an answer and were pleased, and what this individual was doing. And if you do act that way, personally, I don’t want you representing my school, regardless of what your application looks like.

I don’t care about the “right” answer. I care why.

I know there are certain questions answers that are kind of set in stone. And I know straying too far from say, an ethics question, is hard to do in a new and unique way. The way to make yourself stand out from the crowd is to explain the reasons why you believe this to be the “right” answers since those tend to differ among applicants and shows your critical thinking skills past “well obviously this is the right answer”. Aside from that most interviewers don’t have specific expectations for most questions. We’d rather just hear about you and your personal experiences, honestly.

We’re not always looking for your spoken answer.

Sometimes we’re looking at your body language. I will purposefully ask questions I know there are only a few answers too. Not because I want to know if you know it, but rather how you viscerally respond. Do you look uncomfortable when answering an ethics or grades question? Did you answer robotically? Are you still looking at me? Can you pick yourself back up after a rough question? What you do speaks just as loud as the things your saying and I’m looking for it.

Use your personality and responses to show you want to be here. Not your grades.

This was not an isolated event. I had a few prospective students speak about a class and sneak in “which I got an A in” and continue. Not really a fan of that. I naturally assume that everyone we interviewed had good enough grades and scores because, well, you’re at the interview. At this point in the process all I want if for you to shine beyond those things and prove to me that you can be a doctor on paper and in person.  

Make me feel connected to you.

In the end, I want to feel like I know who you are. I want to know what you stand for and I want to experience the person who wants to become a physician. I want to appreciate your story and how far you’ve come. We don’t need to become best friends, we don’t need to have similar thoughts or values or personalities. But I want to feel like we could understand each other now and in the future. Let me be excited about you and for you. Let me want you to be here so I can check accept.

I hope someone was able to get something useful from this because for all of you here dying to enter this crazy profession I want you to reach your goals. I really do, and I’m just doing all I can on the internet. Good luck to everyone on your interviews!

Really Very Important Advice for Knitters

1. FAQ: What can you use instead of a yarn bowl? Literally anything. Cups. Bowls. Cookie jars. Your little sisters. The skulls of your enemies.

The floor. The floor makes a fantastic place to put yarn.

Unless it’s the floor of your balcony. Because then the yarn will inevitably fall through the slats and the neighbors get kind of peeved about falling yarn cakes and also, you will absolutely have to throw the rest of your knitting after and then go downstairs and fetch it. Or so I’m told. By other people. Who are not me.

2. Whoever told you DPNs are hard and circular needles are where it’s at is a lying liar who is lying with their pants on fire. DPNs are not hard. Stitches do not slip off. There are no funny gaps. You do not poke yourself all the time. Circular needles on the other hand, exist solely because the devil once had a slow day and thought, “How do you think I could ruin people’s lives in the subtlest way?”

3. No. You never have enough yarn.

4. FAQ: How many projects are too many projects to have going at once? This is a trick question. Do not answer. Demand a lawyer. Or more yarn. Or both. Actually, make sure there is always a lawyer in your knitting circle. As a precaution.

5. All lost needles will be in the sofa. Only people who are not you will be able to find them. With their butts. Call it free acupuntcure, laugh, and offer them enough alcohol to not notice when you apply sutures.

6. You still don’t have enough yarn. Your kids, on the other hand, don’t really need that much lunch money. Or do they, the greedy little bastards?

7. You will never feel as in control of your goddamn mess of a life as when you make a gauge swatch. It is a heady feeling, best experienced sparingly so try not to make one more than once a year.

8. People who say knitting involves math obviously don’t understand you at all and really, if you’d wanted that fucking vest to fit, you would have bought it in a goddamn store and not invested a hundred and twenty bucks, seventy-five work hours, a broken marriage and traumatized children in it, so shut the fuck up and admire it, you asshole!!! ADMIRE IT!

9. Maybe get that yarn bowl after all. And that yarn. They match! You’re practically obligated to buy it now. In fact, buy seven skeins. At least.

10. Look. Patterns are really just society’s way of stifling your creative and free spirit, okay? Burn them. Burn them all.

11. Just take the fucking yarn already! Who cares if you can’t afford it. It’s not like the cops will ever -

Sure-Fire Signs an INFP Really, Really Likes You.

To probably all of INFP’s friends, it’s obvious they like someone. Maybe it’s the way they slip Crush into conversations, or maybe it’s the way their face lights up when someone else mentions their name. Although every INFP is different, there are a few things that most of us do that are definite signs you are the fancy of our eye. 

1. Talking. Talking. Talking.

As an INFP myself, I always find excuses to talk to you. Sometimes, I “accidentally” send you a message that was intended for someone else. Other times, I walk up and randomly ask you your middle name despite never having properly introduced myself before. I want to get inside your brain. I don’t just want to get my feet wet. I want to completely submerge myself into your thought processes, your feelings, and how your beautiful mind works.

2. So much staring. So much. 

I can’t help it. INFPs can’t help it. We’re not very sensory people, so when we see something that we like, it’s hard not to stare. It almost feels like a shock–something brand new that I’ve never felt before. Even if we don’t talk to you a lot, we’re always watching. 

3. Questions about you. And then answering about me. 

Asking a lot of questions lets me do two things. One, I can see your answers. Two, I can see how you react to certain questions varying in degrees of weirdness. I can see how much of me you can handle. Questions ranging from, “What’s your favorite color?” to, “Wouldn’t it be so beautifully tragic if the sun and moon actually were lovers?” We just kind of spout whatever is on our mind. Taking this a step further, when we answer those questions, we’re slowly opening our guarded hearts for you. We’re trying to let you inside, and also trying to see if that’s something that excites you. 

4. SHARING POETRY/SONGS/WRITINGS

I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH. IF AN INFP SHARES SOME OF THEIR POETRY (IF IT’S LOVE POETRY, JUST MARRY THEM)… THEY LIKE YOU. IT’S SO OBVIOUS. HUMOR THEM A LITTLE AND COMPLIMENT HOW AMAZING THEY ARE AT WRITING, AND THEN WRITE THEM A POEM. 

5. Acting a little clingy, but never in person. Only via text. 

The whole realm of online is a strange place. INFPs have carefully maneuvered their way through it. If they can’t see you every day (at school or something), chances are they just really, really, really want to talk to you. So they spam your phone with a bunch of very random statements and then regret it later because how dare they make it so obvious that they like you. 

Alone

“Hello, Potter.” Malfoy didn’t look up from his book as Harry came to a halt in front of him.

“I want to talk to you,” Harry said resolutely.

“Goodbye, Potter,” Malfoy said, his eyes still on his book. It didn’t stop Harry from sitting down next to him on the sofa.

“I’ve been watching you these past days,” Harry said, lowering his voice. Draco snorted.

“Of course you have.”

“And I noticed something,” Harry continued, ignoring Malfoy’s comment. “You’re always alone.” Harry watched as a hint of annoyance flickered over the Slytherin’s face.

“Is that so?” If Malfoy felt caught, he didn’t let it show. He was the picture of calmness and indifference.

“Why aren’t you with your Slytherin friends anymore? Are you avoiding them? Are they avoiding you? Are they giving you a hard time?” Harry couldn’t imagine why they would do something like that or why Draco would be the one avoiding them but he knew something was going on.

“You sure ask many questions, Potter,” Malfoy muttered, turning a page of his book.

“And you didn’t answer any of them, Malfoy.” Harry leaned closer to him but didn’t try to take the book out of his hands. He really wasn’t in the mood to fight. “Why are you always alone? The common room is full of people and yet you decided to sit here, far away from everyone.”

“And I was perfectly content until you showed up.” Malfoy didn’t exactly sound menacing but Harry knew he would probably snap soon.

“I don’t believe you.” Harry was aware that he was already invading Malfoy’s private space but he still leaned in a little closer. “Look, some of the other eighth years have started a group. They meet a few times a week and they… talk. About what happened to them in the war and how they are… coping with it.”

Harry jumped when Malfoy slammed his book shut in front of Harry’s nose and turned to him.

“Potter,” he barked. “I don’t know how to get it into your thick head that I don’t want to talk. About anything. I don’t even know what you’re doing here. You have plenty people to talk to, so why do you insist on pestering me?” His eyes wandered about the room as if he were looking for something. “Where is the rest of your little trio anyway?”

“They’re… busy,” Harry said vaguely. Malfoy snorted and Harry suspected he knew exactly what Harry had implied.

“Then go talk to somebody else, Potter.”

“I don’t want to.”

Malfoy let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You really don’t get it, do you? I’d like to be alone.”

Harry crossed his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow.

“I don’t believe you.” He watched as Malfoy let his head fall back and closed his eyes.

“So you’ve told me,” Malfoy muttered.

“I think you secretly like that I’m sitting here with you.” His eyes scanned Malfoy’s face, waiting for something that would tell him he was right. “And I think you’d also like it if I did this.” He reached out and grabbed Malfoy’s hand. He leaned forward while simultaneously tugging Malfoy toward him.

He closed his eyes as his lips brushed Malfoy’s temple. He had thought about doing this for so long, it almost felt unreal.

“And maybe you’d even like it if I did this,” Harry whispered against Malfoy’s skin as he slid down on the sofa, swung his legs on Malfoy’s lap and laid his head on the Slytherin’s shoulder.

When Malfoy gave no reaction whatsoever, Harry moved his head to look at him. He had finally done it. Draco Malfoy was rendered speechless. Or was he shocked? Disgusted? Harry couldn’t tell.

“Okay, maybe you don’t like it,” Harry said, getting more and more uncomfortable by Malfoy’s blank stare. He tried to get up, rather inelegantly, when Malfoy suddenly placed a hand on his chest.

“Wait.”

Harry looked at him, having no clue what to make of the tortured expression on his face.

“I like to be alone,” he muttered. Harry’s heart sank.

“Oh.”

“But…” Malfoy gulped. “I guess…I would rather be alone with you.”


Inspiration

The Heart - Roman Godfrey

(Nerd!Reader X Roman Godfrey)

You tutor Roman Godfrey in Anatomy, the Cardiovascular System to be exact.

A/N : This is one of my first tries when writing for Roman so I’m going to say sorry in advance! Give me some time to master writing for him! Enjoy!

Originally posted by iamfire355

Hemlock Grove High School was unwelcoming to say the least. Despite having lived in the sleepy town for all of your life, you couldn’t help but feel apart from your peers. While they gossiped, you were studying. While they went out with their friends, you were home alone. One thing that came from this was your good grades. You were soon recommended to be a tutor.

Hardly anyone ever came up to the Peer Tutoring lab. If they did, they would seek help from someone more affable, approachable instead of yourself. It didn’t matter how smart you were, your personality off put so many people, they refused to get the help they truly needed. Part of you liked it that way; you had grown used to the cold shoulders after a few years. However, deep down, it hurt you.

It hurt that no one wanted to talk to you, ask you a question about the Algebra homework or number forty-five on that History assignment. It hurt that, while you sat alone at a table, all the other tutors were explaining to their friends what the difference between a covalent and an ionic bond were. So, instead of thinking about how much it hurt, you busied yourself with a book.

You were already in deep within the pages when the rapping of knuckles against the table frightened you. You looked up and your eyes locked with none other than Roman Godfrey. You had known him since grade school, liked him since grade six. So of course it was him that came up to you. The boy offered you a soft smile, as if in apology; but Roman never apologizes.

“I need help with something,” he said coldly, “you’re a tutor right?” You nodded, peering at him as you closed your book.

“You care about your grades?” You countered, without missing a beat. Roman actually smiled, taking the seat next to you at your empty table.

“I need to pass,” he said, “my mom’s been riding my ass all week about it.” He reached down into his bag, pulling out a binder. His lips were pursed as he moved, his jaw tight with agitation. He flopped the binder on the table with a smacking sound that drew the attention of people in the room.

“Anatomy,” you said, opening the binder. “You’re covering the body systems…” Roman only nodded, watching you as you looked over his notes. You suppressed a smile as your eyes skimmed over his handwriting. It was fanciful, not the childish font most males scribbled in. Little sketches also caught your attention. A wolf’s face and a few snakes littered the margins on his notebook.

“We have a test soon,” Roman said, bringing your eyes to meet his own. “On the Cardiovascular system, I think. I’m not good with-”

“The heart? Does blood make you queasy?” You asked, leaning over the binder. Roman scoffed at your words, rolling his eyes. You noticed the quirking of his lips a little, making your heart flutter. He looked good when he smiled.

“You ask a lot of questions,” he said blatantly. While his original annoyance lingered in his expression, mischief glimmered in his eyes too.  

“I don’t see many people asking me for help,” you explained.

“Maybe ‘cause you ask so many questions,” Roman said, the hints of a grin forming on his lips. You had heard about those lips. Girls of Hemlock High raved about the magic Roman Godfrey could work. You yourself had wondered, but never dared to entertain the thoughts of him any further. If you did, you wouldn’t be able to focus.

“I can help you,” you said, flipping through his notebook to find the notes on the heart. When you found the pages, you looked back up at Roman whose gaze was glued on you. You swallowed hard under his gaze, shifting in your seat. It wasn’t just his lips, it was his eyes. You felt your heartbeat start to quicken as you mentally cursed yourself.  

“So-uh, where should we begin? The circulatory system?” You asked, clearing your throat. When Roman didn’t respond, you looked up at him.

“I was thinking, maybe the inner workings of the heart.” You nearly melted at the tone of his voice. The heart, of course. His green eyes were bright, a full grin on his face now. He knew exactly what he was doing. You felt a red-hot blush creep onto your features and you knew it would be a long study session.


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everyone wanders about Keith’s fam and his childhood right but yo,, I’m still so curios about his garrison days. we know next to nothing about any of the paladins garrison time but we know a weird amount of nothing about keith considering we don’t even know his name when we know that he flunked out because of “disciplinary issues”. we don’t even know what that means either, considering lance just defending pidge to Iverson was treading on “following in keith’s footsteps”. regardless of what counts as ‘disciplinary issues’ at the garrison, it would probably take a lot to get keith, their star pilot, kicked out. it probably took something big, or something continuous, to get “best pilot of the generation” kicked out. regardless of if the garrison is up to something shady or not (they totally are), the would not want to lose keith, if he really is their best pilot. but to me, that raises even more questions. not even Why he got kicked out, but why he joined the garrison in the first place. we know that pidge joined to find her brother and father, and even before that, we know she wanted to come with them, and was obviously interested in space exploration. we know that lance loves piloting and that he’s passionate about it, and we can speculate from his character that it’s something he probably thought about even as a little kid. we know hunk loves engineering, we know he’s smart and we know the garrison is a very elite school. even if he gets flight sickness/has anxiety he probably saw how good their program is and had to get in. it’s pretty easy to speculate from character, and what we’ve seen, as to why the trio all went to the garrison. we don’t know much about shiros time either but we know he’s a good leader, probably pretty passionate about piloting, and was damn good at it too. but we can’t really speculate from keith. we don’t know if keith met shiro at the garrison, so we don’t know if that’s why he decided to go. as someone with such a trend of lowkey disobeying general orders, it’s hard to see him wanting to go to such a strict, elite school. all along I’ve been assuming that keith didn’t like it there because he got kicked out, but we don’t even know Why he went. even tho keith is reckless and “the loner” and doesn’t listen to others very well… we know he works hard, he trains all the time to be better, he takes his job as defender of the universe so so seriously, even if he fights with mall clerks and risks his life to find out who he is, he’s still 100% to saving the universe at the end of the day even if he has to sacrifice things that are important to him for it. so considering how high he was probably thought of at the garrison and how serious of a fucking teenager he is, despite his reckless and impulsive disposition, I find it hard to see him getting kicked out. he probably took his time at the garrison super seriously too, he was top of his class. but still considering all that, I’m still stuck on the fact that the garrison is so strict, and it’s hard to see keith putting himself in that situation unless it was Important. so I’m left to wonder two things:

why he joined, and why he got kicked out.

and tbh? I think the answer is the same for both questions. we know keith wants so bad to know about his family, and probably always has. for someone with no family, he seems to care about it a lot, even if not in the way pidge or lance do. in my mind, keith kogane joined the garrison as a scared angry orphan boy because maybe it was just some place to go, or somewhere a foster system or a disciplinary organization put this bright yet impulsive boy. and he tried so so hard in his classes because he wanted to be something his parents would be proud of if he ever got to meet them. he wanted to be able to be someone his parents would regret ever leaving behind. a son they could love. and then he fell in love with flying. and he tried harder. but he still did impulsive things like pick petty fights. but still he tried harder. and then the only person who never ever gave up on him, the only person who never left him behind, never left him to wonder where they’d gone, what he’d done this time to make them leave, his brother, disappeared. and the garrison was shady, and they wouldn’t let their star pilot, their prodigy, know what happened. he probably got kicked out of the garrison the same way katie holt did - looking for his brother. because I think family matters to keith in a strange, abnormal way. it’s the only way it could matter to him because it’s the only way he had it. and I think there’s a lot more to that story that first meets the eye

Rings

There is a girl on campus who is called Rings. Everyone thinks the name comes from the fact that she wears at least two on each finger. (She wears necklaces too, and bracelets, and many earrings, you wonder where she gets them all)

She can be found outside at a picnic table shuffling a deck of cards. (You don’t recognize any of the symbols on them)

If you walk up to her she will always ask, “Want to play a game?”

The answer no gets a shrug and usually a question as to why you are there. Many enjoy just speaking to her about their day. “She’s nice to talk to,” they say. (They don’t mention the way their eyes are drawn to the rings whenever she waves a hand. Or how hard it is to break their gaze away from how her necklaces shine in the light)

The answer yes gets a laugh and another question as to what they want to play. (Poker and blackjack are popular answers, but sometimes Go Fish is just as popular)

The next question she asks is what you will bet. If you just want a friendly game say you will bet nothing. She will smile and pull out a bag of treats and you will play with those as a reward. (Most decide to do this, she is easy to play with and the treats are safe. It is when you bet something that the game is dangerous)

Those who wish to bet something bring jewelry, songs, pictures, or anything they value. She will always match the value and the game will begin. Slowly as it goes on the bets get bigger, and sometimes people bet things they didn’t plan to. (People whisper that one person lost all of their clothing one time) The game usually ends with the bettor leaving to do something with items that they don’t think they need. (Eventually they need them though. One time someone bet their final History paper hoping to get the Bio final key. They got a ring of rose quartz instead. The next day they traded the rose quartz to a Gentry to get their friend back)

But there are those who truly wish for something more powerful. They are the foolish ones who attempt to find their friends with only the iron around their necks and salt in their pockets. They are the ones who want to get close to the Gentry to study them and want protection. (Magic is everywhere in Elsewhere but magical items are hard to obtain, and the Fae sometimes will be interested on how you got them)

They come with Virtues, favors from Fair Folk, pictures of true forms, anything worth one of Rings enchanted objects.

Sometimes she sees the fierce determination in the eyes of someone who wants their roommate back, or needs protection from a Gentry they got on the bad side of. To these she slips off a ring and without a game give it to them with a laugh and a comment that she’ll get it back later. (Those are the lucky ones, and they always end up seeing the ring she gave them back on her finger a week or so later)

Other times she looks at them and simply starts the game. Sometimes they win. Most of the time they lose. Losing is not something you want to do. (You always lose more than you think)

If you find her during a game with people who don’t look quite right, never interrupt. The stakes there are higher than you will ever know. (The cards seem to glow)

People speculate that she’s not human, but many of her accessories are made of iron. Others say she won her power from a game with the Fair Folk (They are not quite off the mark)

You find Rings at a picnic table off the near your dorm. She’s finishing up a game with one of the Chemistry majors you know. She looks at you and smiles. (You can now see why some don’t think her human) “Want to play a game?” she asks. You shake your head no. You sit down and stare at her hands shuffling the cards. You only ask one question.

“How do I become a card dealer?”

She grins.

[Kat]

anonymous asked:

Why should rescued pigeons and doves not be released back into the wild? And why do they need to be handled in the rescues and humans should imprint on them unlike other birds? I'm writing a paper on rescued pigeons and doves if you're wondering XD

First and formost because they are not wild animals.

They are the children of lost and abandoned domestic pets. Mostly performance breeds like homers, rollers, tumblers, tipplers and sky cutters, with the occasional escaped or abandoned fancy mixed in.

What would your reaction be to a person taking a young dog, after worming it, bringing it back from emaciation or disease, maybe a broken bone or car injury, and releasing it into the wild once they got it healthy?

Would you object?

Why?

Really. List all the reasons. Because I guarantee that all of them except rabies apply to pigeons.

Never seen a healthy stray dog? I can guarantee you that you’ve never seen a healthy stray pigeon either.
The streaked white poo you always see on buildings or sodewalks under pigeon roosts?
Its an indicator of starvation.
Healthy poo is brown, round, and solid with a small white urate.
White poo is pure uric acid, with little to no food matter, whick is why it does the structural damage it does.

The cute poofball pose? They are cold, and most are hunched up in the universal posture of “I don’t feel so good…”
Being malnourished and usually heavily parisitized makes it hard to keep enough muscle mass to thermo regulate.

On mobile, I can’t see the question anymore once I start to answer it, so if I missed anything, I’ll reblog with more detail.

And if you have any other questions, please don’t hesitate to spam my ask box!

One question per ask, though, please.

Hope that helped!

Taiwanese Magazine Interview - Woozi

(trans.):

Q1: What kind of existence do you have in the group?

Producer. I produce 80% of the songs in the album. When I hear fans give compliments about the songs, it really makes me happier than anything else.

Q2: Describe yourself!

I’m very afraid of strangers, I also look aloof, but I’m the kind who value the relationship with others a lot. I would always treat the person as though we are friends for life.

Q3: What are your charms in your opinion?

This question is really hard for me to answer, i’ll feel shy if I answer it. Honestly, my charm is~ the look I have when i’m unable to answer such a question (?)

Q4: When do you feel the happiest?

When we have a concert. Seeing so many fans gather because of our music, that feeling is uncomparable.

Q5: What do you do during breaks?

When i’m resting, I like to stay home and listen to music, play computer games and watch anime.

Q6: Fashion/clothing style that you like?

I like clothes which look may simple, but have many interesting/small details.

Q7: Before your debut, what kind of student were you?

I was in a school famous for its baseball, which is why it produced many baseball players. When I was young, I was a pitcher, I was a lively student.

Q8: If you were a carat now, which member of seventeen would you be a fan of?

Instead of being one member’s fan, I want to be a fan of SEVENTEEN as a whole.

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A Special Night  | | Bruce Wayne

Summary: You and Bruce get… cockblocked by Damian

Trigger warnings: slightly NSFW, language, probably some mistakes 

A/N: Guys, this is the first fic I’ve posted since last year. Please let me know what you think!

*Requests are always open*

MY MASTERLIST

• • • • • • • • • 


Tonight, was a special one. Bruce, decided to take a break from his nightly duties so we’d be able to spend quality time that I’ve been craving for a while. Currently, I was laying on top of my giant husband, my hands were roaming all over his ripped body, while his rested-on top of my ass. I shivered when he pulled me in for a bruising kiss that made my knees weak. Even after years of being together, we still managed to drive each other crazy, both negatively and positively. His movements were getting sloppier, impatience was beginning to radiate from his body. After a couple of seconds, his eagerness got the best of him, and he flipped me. The new position gave him better access to my neck. He wasted no time in burying his face there, sensually sucking and licking on my pulse, which caused me to emit a low moan.

We were both so busy that we didn’t notice the pair of hesitant footsteps that made its way into our room.

Ummi, father?” a barely audible voice mumbled.

For a moment, I thought I had a hallucination. But to my horror, when I felt Bruce’s body stiffen, I realized it was indeed very real. I thank whoever was up there, because if Bruce & I had time to undress each other, this moment would’ve been traumatizing for the three of us.

Quickly recovering from the initial shock, I pushed Bruce of me so I could leave our king-sized bed. Once I was kneeling in front of my youngest son, Damian, I noticed the tears that were streaming down his tired face. I immediately engulfed him in a comforting hug, before carrying him back to our bed. I was about to lay him on the mattress, but Bruce delicately placed him on top of his chest instead. After settling next to them, I ran my fingers through my baby bird’s hair in a soothing manner.

“Did you have another nightmare, sweetheart?”

Although he nodded, the heartbreaking look in his eyes was already enough to answer my question.

“Would you both mind if I stayed with you, tonight? ” Bruce tenderly kissed his forehead, then answered his question.

“Of course not, Damian. We’re your parents, you’re always welcome here.”

The sight in front of me was so blissful, it warmed up my heart. Two of the most important men in my life letting all the emotional walls they worked so hard on building around them down, and allowing themselves to have a well-deserved moment of vulnerability. I lived for moment like this… even if it meant getting cockblocked. As minutes passed, Damian closed his eyes and went to sleep, and soon, my eyelids also began to feel heavy too. After taking one last look at my lovely family, I gave into temptation and drifted into a restful sleep.

____

The next morning, I opened my eyes, and to my surprise, three other boys were cuddled up to Bruce and me in a… unique position. I couldn’t fight off the small smile that appeared on my face.

I love this family so much.

anonymous asked:

how bad is your satan in terms of crime and the like? we've never seen him do anything like kill someone in the comic thus far, but it can be assumed he's done so in the past, right? i've always been curious.

See, this is a hard question to answer. Since we’ve only followed him around when Natalie was contracted, so she didn’t allow him to do anything bad. And now that they’re friends and he’s staying with her till she gets her memory back, he’s not going to scare her or do anything she doesn’t approve of, so the audience doesn’t see that side of him. It’s never really come up in the comic so far.

I guess the best way I can answer this is this fictional version of Satan (not to be misconstrued with the actual Satan in the bible which he’s loosely based on) isn’t an “evil” guy. He’s not going to advocate murder or rape or torture or things like that to angels and demons. He treats them with relative respect, and he even has some morals (ie: dislikes the idea of blood poisoning anyone). However, this is more towards angels and demons as a whole. He’s not the same with humans.

Humans he hates. He sees them as “beneath him.” They’re lower than animals and dirt. So he doesn’t hold the same morals to humans. He would turn a blind eye to seeing someone get mugged or beaten, I’m sure. He even takes pleasure when humans try to fuck each other over; it’s amusing. So I mean? Is Lucifer a bad guy? Somewhat. If you’re holding it to the standards of “Is he a bad guy to humans.” Does that make sense? I hope so. It’s hard to word exactly.

Healing Tensions*

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Rating: Mature - 18+ only
Summary: An enhanced Reader puts her life at risk on a mission and gets injured once again. Steve - her ex-boyfriend - can’t stand this situation anymore and when he cleans her wounds, they take this opportunity to bring back some memories.
Word Count: 3.1k
Genre: General/light angst
Warnings: Some swearing, an injured Reader, mentions of blood and one of alcohol, pretty heavy sexual tension, slight graphic description of the wound and Steve being protective. You know me, so wait till the end and you’ll read something interesting like mild smut.
Author’s Note: It’s set before the events happening in Avengers: Age of Ultron.

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Walking out of the brand-new Quinjet in the hangar, the blinding sun, setting in Manhattan’s sky welcomed you as the exhausted Avengers headed towards the same Tower they all lived in. Your main headquarters that Tony had named after your group of heroes since the tragic Tesseract events.

Several out of breaths former S.H.I.E.L.D. doctors waited close to the double doors of the medical bay as some of your teammates approached them whilst Natasha cradled an arm against her chest, the other wrapped around Clint’s shoulder while a bullet hole decorated her bicep.

This had become familiar since S.H.I.E.L.D. had fallen and you’d declared a war against Hydra, searching for Loki’s powerful scepter. Yet, when you had gotten used to this ballet- among all these things around you, your mind couldn’t get used to one thing. Or one man.

Steve Rogers. Your ex-boyfriend, a man you’d met when you were a spy, considered as a promising Agent Maria Hill, or even Melinda May. The first time your eyes had crossed, something had happened. You had thought about this cliché several times, but it was real. You shared this unexplainable connection with him and since this moment, you’d never left each other’s side, being close friends who secretly loved each other… and then lovers.

A bit more than a year of love, worries, passion, wounds and sweetness together and you had to stop everything for everyone’s safety. As the policy forbade relationships between co-workers, you’d tried to not let your feelings get in the way, but it had never been easy. Too much had been engaged between you and being together when stability wasn’t the favorite word made you choose to go separate ways in the painful path of romance.

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