this is not the proper outcome


Temple  of Athena Nike

Athens’ Acropolis, Greece

420 BCE

Stylobate: 8.27 m x 5.64 m; height: ca. 4 m.

The Temple of Athena Nike was named after the Greek goddess, Athena Nike. The temple is the earliest fully Ionic temple on the Acropolis. It was a prominent position on a steep bastion at the south west corner of the Acropolis to the right of the entrance, the Propylaea. In contrast to the Acropolis proper, a walled sanctuary entered through the Propylaea, the Victory Sanctuary was open, entered from the Propylaea’s southwest wing and from a narrow stair on the north. The sheer walls of its bastion were protected on the north, west, and south by the Nike Parapet, named for its frieze of Nikai celebrating victory and sacrificing to their patroness, Athena Nike.

Nike means victory in Greek, and Athena was worshipped in this form, as goddess of victory in war and wisdom. The citizens worshipped the goddess in hope of a successful outcome in the long Peloponnesian War fought on land and sea against the Spartans and their allies.

His mind twisted by spite and bent on revenge, the Usurper came to bring darkness down upon our world.

Thank you! I’m planning on doing a proper tutorial on how I draw my stuff sometime when I’m not sick and it’s not 5AM buuuut here’s how I basically do it

For this technique I’m gonna need a sketch, a blending stump, a pencil of some sort(I prefer mechanical ones) and an eraser. Taping the edges of the drawing is optional

Drawing lightly, I start by adding the first layer of shading on the sketch

Then I use the blending stump to smudge all the pencil marks

Adding more shadows and then blending everything again. I repeat this stage about 4-8 times until I either like the outcome or lose my patience :P

Eraser can be used to create highlights and other ~*~cool effects~*~

After adding some fine details, the drawing is finished and ready to be scanned!

Florence & Giles, by John Harding.

This brief horror homage is a bit like one of those unusual appetizers they bring out at froo-froo restaurants. What are they called? Amuse-bouches. It is perhaps not anything that you would like to eat as an entire meal, and maybe not even something that, before that moment, you had contemplating even putting in your mouth, but now that the moment is on you, it’s sort of interesting-looking and hey, it can only last so long, right? And sometimes it turns out to be an aerosolized shellfish on a weird cracker but other times it is a fun little taste vacation.

Which is all to say that I enjoyed Florence & Giles hugely, and I think you should try it, even if you don’t like it, because it really is only a little mouthful and it won’t take long to go down. I read it in four hours, which I highly recommend — do it in a stretch, late at night, preferably a good and windy one and if you can rustle up some thunder, please do — and I found it a fun little gothic taste vacation. The jacket copy promises that it is a Poe-like retelling of the Turn of the Screw, but it has been a very long time since I read either, so I can’t tell you how accurate that is. I suspect my half-rememberings of the latter made it a more agreeable experience than either a full-remembering or a complete lack of exposure. Spoilers are beyond the point, though. I think Florence & Giles would be spoiled by reading it as a whodunit. It is a howdunit and a whydunit and a black-corset-devil-ladies-walking-on-water-dun-it, and if you’re not enjoying the journey, you’re not going to like the outcome, either.

Which brings me to the last point of the review, and the real joy of this particular spooky amuse-bouche: Florence’s narrative voice. In proper gothic fashion, she is a neglected orphan in a big old house empty of anyone except illiterate housekeepers, occluded memories, and dark photo albums full of plot points, and in that #aesthetic environment, she has taught herself to read. Her peculiar usage of words makes for a wry and distinctive path through the story, and that playfulness often creeps over into actual humor. It offers a nice little patch of sunlight through the dusty motes of the funeral-clad narrative, making even the most dreadful of moments a dark delight.

Happy dining.

cheeseasaurus-rex  asked:

What is you ideal way Superman would show up for Justice League? Or, what are your theories on how they might go about it? I flip flop between wanting the quiet return and a triumphant where the Frick did he come from hans zimmer junkie xl explosion of heart punching music return. Make this as serious or ridiculous as possible if you get a chance to answer this. I live for both when it comes to your blog.

hal jordan appears at the 40-minute mark, defiant and serious, flying before everyone like a proper hero, his green glow flashing across the justice league's faces as they had lost all hope for the outcome of the battle. there’s a hint of symbolism about his messiah-like introduction as the parademons are wreaking havoc in the background and he shows no fear in the face of great adversity. as the hopeful music blasts throughout the theater, a comet-like person bumps into hal, throws him out of the air and there, from the ashes of the impact, clark joseph kent emerges, slowly, surely, in renewed light, and proceeds to wistfully stare straight into batman’s wide-open eyes, solemnly whispering: "bitch. you thot" (implying that indeed, bruce was under the false impression clark was dead, and that, additionally, he is a thot). the theater goes wild. people start kneeling and praising our lord and savior zack snyder. i’m still here having to justify to anons why justice league was canon and that i won't change my mind about liking it. wonderful. fantastic. a show stopper to be discussed among critics for the next year. why did superman return from the sky when he was buried? i don’t know. maybe he got up there just to bowling-style strike his way straight into hal

no, alright, i get this question a lot, so let me say: i don’t know? i can usually assess on a pretty accurate scale the approximate approach of something happening or not, or the way it might happen, but like… i don’t know. they might want to bring him back in the most glamorous way possible but i think we’re way past the messiah analogies for clark (which were burnt to the ground in every single dceu movie so far)

personally? i want something subtle. i want something so rawly unimpressionable, it’ll put you out of the watching-a-film trance. nothing poetic. have clark appear at his parents’ house, have him stand in front of martha, no words, and show me the scene of martha going from complete bewilderment to breaking down and hugging and kissing her son. have clark not return to the world, have him stay hidden because nobody ever wanted him out there, nobody ever did anything but hurt him when he was thrust into this without wanting to. when trying his best wasn’t enough. when he knows that despite people revering him posthumously, they’ll still consider him a danger if he returns to them

have bruce, not the rest of them, have bruce track clark down with no explanation how he found out, have him face him and show me bruce fucking wayne trying to apologize to the man he hurt without ever actually saying the words because that’s so typical of him and he’s not going to change. have him show clark that he’s sorry and that he knows better now and he’s trying, he’s trying so damn hard, but instead of using those words, have him say, “the world’s in peril. we need you. you’re superman”. give clark the space he needs to be the superman we know without putting him on a pedestal

then have him fly to the stratosphere and pull out his blue eyes white dragon yugioh style moves straight into hal because i liked that part

New Day, New Hope

day 7 Malecweek missing moment. After the scene in parabatai lost when Alec comes back and Aldertree takes Jace away,

For a few minutes, Clary, Izzy and Magnus stood in stunned silence as Aldertree and the others led Jace out the door.

“I should try to go with him, find out what’s happening?” Alec said, trying to drag himself up from the chair. Magnus rushed over to his side, and gently pushed him back down.

“Alexander, you are far too weak to be going anywhere. You need to rest.” Alec didn’t have the strength to argue with him, as much as he would have liked to. Magnus gave a soft smile down at him as he noticed that he had laid his head on the hand he had on his shoulder.

“I’ll go with him and find out what they intend to do with him. I’ll call as soon as I find out.” Clary said. She wiped the remains of her tears from her face and headed for the door.

“Thank you, Biscuit. I’m sure everything will be sorted out soon.” Magnus replied. He didn’t want to leave the feeling of Alec’s damp cheek on his hand just yet.

“I can stay here and help you look after him.” Izzy said, moving to his side and taking his hand.

“I don’t want everyone fussing around me, I’m fine.” Alec grumbled but his eyes were almost closed and his voice sounded weary. Magnus gave him a smile. Always have to act like the tough guy, don’t you? he thought to himself.

“It’s fine Isabelle, if want to go back to the Institute and see what’s going on there. I’m not going to leave him.”

“If you’re sure, I’ll come back later and check on him. Magnus? Thank you for everything you did to try to save him I know it must have been hard for you to see him slowly slipping away like that.” Izzy put a small hand on his arm.

“No thanks required, Isabelle I would have gone to hell and back if it meant keeping him here with us. I care very deeply for your brother. I don’t think I could have recovered if he hadn’t come back to us.” He looked down at Alec, his chest was rising and falling in a restful sleep.

“He mightn’t say it but I know the big lug feels the same way about you too.” Izzy turned and left the loft, leaving Magnus and Alec alone.

Magnus carefully slid his hand out from under Alec’s cheek and went to get a blanket to cover him. He really should have been in a proper bed but he didn’t want to disturb him when he was sleeping so soundly. He spread it out over him and then sat gently beside him, his eyes never leaving his face.

As much as he was concerned about Jace and what the outcome of that might be, he couldn’t help the warm feeling of relief slowly spreading through him. He lifted hand and softly ran his fingers down the side of Alec’s face. Colour was slowly returning to his skin, replacing the deathly paleness that had almost completely taken over on moments before.

“Thank you for coming back to me, Alexander. I don’t think I could have stood it if you hadn’t.” He whispered. Alec stirred a little and Magnus quickly pulled his hand away, laying it over the top of his hand instead. In his sleep, Alec turned his hand so he could lightly lace his fingers with magnus’. He closed his eyes in a slow blink and smiled. Knowing that this boy was seeking contact with him even in sleep made his soul glow.

Magnus’ mind travelled back to when he had first seen Alec at the club. He could still feel the air wash over him as he had passed him on the crowded floor. It had made his senses tingle. The sight of that tall athletic body with its graceful ease of movement had his thoughts going to the first line of the old poem by Lord Byron, with one small change of words. He walks in beauty, like the night.

He remembered how he had given himself every opportunity to see him, and how adorably flustered he had gotten when he had introduced himself to him. Now he thought about it, this wasn’t the first time he had thought he had been lost to him.

Those damn principals of his had caused him no end of frustration. The whole problem with it had been the fact that he really had to admire Alec for wanting to enter into a loveless marriage to please his family, that he was willing to deny his own feelings for them. If it hadn’t been for Izzy insisting that he crash the wedding, he would probably be still sitting here in the loft, drink in hand, feeling very sorry for himself.

Magnus stretched his back and rolled his shoulders, trying to ease some of the stiffness from them. He was tired, bone tired. Using that much magic was draining both physically and mentally. He really longed to be able to stretch out on a soft surface somewhere and close his eyes but he had no intentions of leaving Alec’s side. His rest could wait.

Alec stirred again and as if he had heard Magnus’ thoughts, he rolled on his side, letting go of his hand, a frown creasing his brow. He whimpered softly and curled up under the blanket. Magnus eased his body onto the sofa behind him, putting a protective arm over his side, stroking him through the blanket.

“Sssh, my beautiful Shadowhunter, you’re safe now. I’ll never let you leave me again.” He whispered to him, leaning on one arm. He bent his head and kissed his cheek. Alec’s mouth curved as he slept and magnus moved in as close to him as he could without disturbing him.

Hours later, after Izzy had failed to get Magnus on the phone, she burst through the door of the loft in a panic over what might confront her. She ran into the living room. The early morning sun was filling the room with a golden glow. Izzy’s hand flew to her chest as she saw her big brother still asleep on the sofa with his warlock boyfriend curled into his side sleeping peacefully. Tears leaked from her face at the touching scene.

As she stood there, magnus suddenly stirred and his eyes slowly opened. His first thought was to check Alec and then he saw Izzy standing there watching them. He gave her a bashful smile and carefully removed himself from the sofa. He rubbed a hand to the back of his neck in an attempt to iron some of the kinks caused from his night on the sofa. He walked around to her and gave an amused grin.

“Isabelle Lightwood, are you crying?” He asked. Izzy quickly scrubbed her hands across her damp cheeks and straightened her small shoulders.

“Allergies, I have allergies.” She said, clearing her throat.

“To what? Sunlight? How are things with Jace?”

“They’ve only just allowed Clary down to see him. Aldertree has demanded a meeting with the Silent Brothers.” She looked at her brother and smiled. She took in a deep breath, watching the light growing steadily stronger.

“Another day, I wonder what it will bring?” she said. Magnus took her hand and gave it a squeeze.

“As long as it includes Alexander Lightwood in it, I don’t care.” He said and they watched as Alec slowly opened his large hazel eyes.

Confession: It seems to me that Garnet’s ability to see the future is more and more like a computer. Given known variables, these outcomes are more likely. She can not predict an outcome if it involves a variable that os unknown to her. This would explain why she was taken out by Jasper the first time and why she was freaking out with baby Steven. This would also give a proper way to get out of the infamous written myself into a corner because time travel.


NOW PROPERLY EDITED || Angsty Levi drabble to try and get back into my writing groove. I left the other character extremely vague so feel free to imagine the other half of your Levi otp if you wish. Otherwise, enjoy and hit me with some feedback if you do not mind~! Special thanks to @perksofbeingawaifu for inspiring me to write more drabbles! Definitely check out her works!!

Levi’s eyes always seemed to wander over his surroundings with a meticulous edge. Lids heavy over piercing irises as he scanned every inch of each environment he stepped into. Nothing ever seemed to slip past his vision. Even the dust particles that would float and dance in the light of the mid-morning sun were completely visible to him in shadow.

This was a skill he had honed in his earlier years. Always needing to be aware of what was behind him or who was around each corner in the darkness of the underground. Always wanting to avoid unnecessary attention and unwelcomed company as he would weave his way through damp back alleys and overcrowded walkways. Without a doubt, his hands were fine tools. Eleminating danger in a matter of seconds with a sharp slash of his shining blade before cleaning the mess left behind on his slender fingers.

However, he didn’t trust his hands. Lethal things coated in death and destruction. Only able to save a few while harming many. His hands moved as ordered and they served him well, but sometimes they would fail him and leave him grasping at cold air instead of something solid and warm. The lives of those dear to him have slipped through his fingers too many times for him to have faith in their truth. His eyes showed him possibilities and outcomes. They showed him what was and what could be, but a majority of the time, his hands would fail to deliver the proper results.

But his eyes…

His eyes were his veil. His way of masking himself into the low of society he had spent his entire life surrounded by. His way of blending into shadows and vast seas of people to hide his existence from those who would seek to end it. His eyes were his shield and his first line of defense. They never lied and they never failed him. He trusted his eyes. He believed in the images they painted for him, even if they were hard to process or even accept.

So, even now, as he stood in front of the mirror with his ghastly physical appearance being projected before him; he fully trusted what he saw. The bags under his eyes had become severe. A faint hue of red bleeding into the whites while the blue in his irises appeared dull and grey. Lifeless and sleep deprived from years of painting blood soaked images of his corpse ridden reality, only for his mind to process and use as haunts for his short lived dreams.

He looked like shit and there was no hiding it either.

He was much older now and it showed. The life he was leading showed, and the weight of the lives he carried to the grave showed. All of it was apparent in his eyes. A man who was exhausted, but strong. Lonely, but stable. Empty, but still alive. It was all there and staring back at him as he towel dried the scruff of his hair.

He needed to sleep, he determined. Setting the towel aside as he ran his fingers over the course hair coating his jaw.

His eyes were indeed windows, he surmised as he heaved a sigh at the reflective glass. Windows he desperately needed to shut if only for a couple of hours, but when he did, the images they had painted over the years would slide through his dreams like a moving picture. Replaying his darkest moments over and over again until his mind would scream at him to wake up. For him to open the windows and to let them paint more pictures for him to continuously relive.

Slowly, he rubbed his lids with the pads of his fingers. Pushing himself away from the mirror and out of the door frame of the washroom and into the soft candle glow of his quiet office. Looking at himself was hard. Seeing himself with the eyes he so trusted and having to accept that that was indeed how he currently appeared made him want to crawl out of his own skin.

He always made it a point to be presentable, but today he was just too tired to do so. Three days with no sleep and little to no food quickly took it’s toll, and his body was now at an age where he couldn’t outright hide his shitty sleeping habits, or lack thereof, with a clean shave, and a few cups of strong tea.

His hands moved back to his jaw. Scratching at the rough hairs he wasn’t used to wearing as he strode over towards his clean, hung up shirt, and laid out uniform boots. The nights were getting colder and longer and his health wasn’t in top form at this point. The last thing he needed was to get sick on top of his already piss poor condition.

“You look pretty rough.” A soft voice chimed. An echo Levi had long thought lost and a sound that made his heart clench in his chest.

“I know.” He answered firmly. Rounding his trustworthy eyes towards his office chair that was positioned behind him where a shadowed silhouette sat comfortably.

“You should sleep.” The voice resounded. The leather of his chair squeaking as the figure adjusted their body to face him more clearly.

“I know.” He responded again. His feet slowly stepping across the wood of the floor while his hands remained stock still at his hips.

The figure was a familiar one. One he hadn’t seen for quite some time and one he’d admittedly missed and cared for quite deeply. Still though, that didn’t negate the fact that they were sitting their precious ass in his office chair.

“Get your ass out of my chair.”

The figure laughed heartily. Standing up completely straight in one smooth, eerily quiet motion before moving around the desk and stepping into the dim light of a single flame that danced atop a mostly melted candle.


“Why are you here?” Levi asked sharply. His tired eyes staying locked on the person in front of him while his body moved around them and toward his oak desk. Each of his steps precise and angled so not to cause a floorboard to squeak.

“I just… wanted to see you. That’s all.”

Levi let out a huff. Blinking his eyes a couple of times as he picked up a file from his desk with his clever fingers. Tapping the tip of his index against the paper sharply as he evened out his breathing and began moving toward the elegantly lit body in front of him.

“I wanted to see you too, but you shouldn’t be here.”

“I know.”

“Then go.”

“Can’t we just tal-”


Levi’s body had stopped only a few inches from the figment in front of him. His free hand reaching out to grasp at a lock of hair. To run his fingers through it and touch the silky strands that his eyes showed him were there. But his hands were only met with cold air. A breeze in the night against his still damp skin. With an exasperated hum, Levi retracted his fingers. Silently turning and moving his body toward his office chair and sitting down with a hard thump.

“Disappointed?” The figure questioned cheekily. Stepping to sit in the front facing chair directly across from Levi’s own. Their movements making no sounds and their voice barely audible enough for his overly tired ears to hear.

“Of course.” He murmured. Staring at the smiling face in front of him with honest regret and exhaustion.

His chest hurt terribly while his eyes burned with leashed tears and rapidly approaching sleep. He was losing his mind. He was sure of it, but his eyes had never failed him before. Not even in his deepest pits of exhaustion and not even when he silently begged a god he doesn’t believe in to let him see this face smiling at him one last time as he stared down at their pale, blood drained body.

The sadness and greif he felt as he peered into the glowing eyes of the other across from him matched the fear of them disappearing in his gut. His face remained as passive as ever, but emotion boiled over internally to the point of rising acidic bile in his throat as he leaned forward and rested his head against the cold slab of the desk.

“Sleep. I’ll stay.”

“You’re not even real.” He stated sharply. Reaching one hand out while placing the other under his head as a cushion.

“Of course I am. You can see me, can’t you?”

Levi remained quiet for a moment. Watching with hopeful, tired eyes as the figures hand reached over and met his own. Gracing his sense of touch with nothing but cold air yet again. A frown pulling at his lips and his brows furrowing while his ears rang acutely. His vision slowly but surely going dark, and the view of he and his lovers interlocking fingers slowly fading to black.

“Yeah.” He whispered. Sleep washing over him in a deep wave and pulling him under.

He trusted his eyes. He believed in the images they painted for him, even if they were hard to process or even accept. However, he didn’t trust his hands. Sometimes they would fail him, and leave him grasping at cold air instead of something solid and warm. Sometimes, they would let precious things slip from his grip and shatter into tiny pieces that would scatter to the wind.

But, most of the time, they would leave him yearning for a touch of warmth that he could no longer feel.

anonymous asked:

hey i love your blog!! can i have a drabble for #9 with keith? maybe just after his s/o has a panic attack? thank you!!

This took a while so I apologize! this may seem a bit rushed but here you go! Hope you enjoy!

It began as simple thoughts, laying in your room late in the night, staring at the foreign ceiling above you.

Ever since that night, when you were dragged from your home early in the morning, and what seemed like so long ago, by Lance and Hunk themselves, your life has changed.

They told you that Shiro, a close friend of your older brothers, has returned from wherever he disappeared to, the shock on your face and questions flying through your head was enough to put you in a state of confusion, and even panic.

You were brought to Keith’s shack in the middle of what might as well be nowhere, and while sitting on the couch staring at Shiro, Lance and Keith argued. Keith made it very clear he didn’t want you to come in case anything dangerous were to happen, Lance saying they needed you because of your medical experience.

You left Earth that day, with no way of saying goodbye to your family.

You haven’t thought about it until now. You haven’t thought about how much you missed every little thing about them, you haven’t thought about the fact your family is going on with their lives as per usual.

You didn’t know your brother goes days without sleep, proper sleep, trying to find out what really happened to you. They couldn’t find your body, they wouldn’t tell them how you passed.

You didn’t know your mother missed you to the point she was afraid to go outside. She thought she’d be the one to find you, and she thought it wouldn’t be a good outcome.

You didn’t know they refused a funeral without your body, you didn’t know you had cousins joining the garrison just to one day get the chance to search for you.

Thoughts of your family ran through your head, your heart began to race, so you sat up, concentrating on the soft bumps on your blanket.

Your throat became dry, and it became very hot, you stood shakily from the now suffocating space, only to fall to the ground.

The thump was loud, waking Keith who was in the room across from you, you didn’t realize he came in until his hands grasped your waist and pulled you into his chest.

Your breathing was rapid, pins and needles shot through every limb in your body, slowly giving the feeling of numbness.

Keith’s hands gently held the side of your face, his thumbs massaging your temples as he hummed and gave the occasional hush, almost as if saying “you’re safe” without really saying it.

You stared at him, and shut your eyes as you slowly began to calm down.

“I know it doesn’t seem like it, but I’m going to take care of you.”

Your eyes opened and you looked up at him, his voice shattered the deafening silence of the room.

You gave a small smile, only for some more tears to slide down your face which had then put Keith into a panic.

Did he upset you?

“Thank you, Keith.”

He sighed a breath of relief and ruffled the hair on top of your head, and smiled.

The both of you had gone to bed, sleeping beside each other. And the rest of the night you thought of how grateful you were to have Keith with you. How grateful you were to have Lance, Hunk, Pidge, and Shiro, and even Allura and Coran.

They were your small, temporary family. And you planned on being with them until the Galra’s Reign is over.

peskylilcritter  asked:

made up fic title meme: "such things come in threes"

Um, hm. I’m not sure what the fuck this is, but, now that I’ve done it, I can reblog the title meme again, so. um. yeah. 
@obaewankenope, @lilyrose225writes, @meabhair, @maawi, @eclipsemidnight, @kyberpunk, @stonefreeak, @aidava – thank you all for your help.
*whispers* what the fuck—I’m so sorry. 

Such Things Come in Threes
aka Weird Eldritch Shit, or:
Three Times the Force Said, Fuck This

The Jedi and the Sith have their Codes and their little Laws and Rules and all sorts of Truths they abide by. A Code, they think, can rule their lives, and there’s no use praying to the Force, because the Force is not sentient and does not hear.

Jedi and Sith also don’t like being told they are wrong. But they are, they are so very wrong, so very limited in their understanding of the Force that it’s almost embarrassing.

The Force is everything. Fire and ice, atmosphere and earth and oceans and the vacuum of space. The space between systems, the burning gases and pressed minerals of stars and black holes. Every living and every nonliving thing.

It’s also a great big cosmic power, and It gets a bit bored.

The restrictions the Jedi and Sith have imposed upon themselves over the years are boring. If a cosmic being could possibly understand what numbness felt like, then for the last two or three relative seconds of Its existence, the Force has literally been considering juggling planets out of sheer frustration.

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Curses, hexes, jinx

It has become clear to me that most people don’t know the difference between hexing, cursing, and jinxing.  This could be because of multiple reasons, largely due, in my opinion to different cultures and/or language barrier.  Keep in mind this information is based solely on what I personally have read so as I have done in previous posts, I’ll link my sources below.

Cursing: A curse is a sort of last ­ditch effort; it is intentionally putting adversaries at harm through magickal means. Cursing is basically weaponizing your energy to hurt another. Because you are using your magick to take down your enemies or whoever has wronged you, this is the most severe out of the categories. A curse will run its course until the desired outcome is reached.

Hexing: Hexing seem like the most popular out of the witch community in modern times.  A hex is not as rough as a curse and is usually meant to teach another a lesson. Say if your ex cheated on you, you could put a hex on them that would cause their next partner to cheat on them as a sort of a retribution for what they did to you. The proper way to do this would be to create a spell that would die out once they have learned their lesson (if not, then it’s a curse).

Jinxing: A jinx is the least worrisome out of the three here.  A jinx is usually placed on an object or person and only reeks havoc for a short period of time. Jinxing isn’t is as common modern times, at least in my experience.

(Many of these vary from place to place so don’t yell at me, I don’t want to hear it.)

As always


anonymous asked:

rfa + v + saeran who is an astronaut? ✨

+ oh god I think I sent my request in wrong 😱 so sorry!!! how would rfa + v + saeran react to mc being an astronaut 🙈  


  • he wouldn’t believe you
  • you’re an actress like him
  • you have to be, that’s why your story is so believable
  • right?
  • right mc?
  • this poor boy wouldn’t know what to do when he figures out you’re not lying
  • he’s kind of sad you leave for years at a time but you can facetime
  • it just helps him feel a little better when you tell him he’s prettier than the view from the space shuttle
  • which you definitely showed him as soon as you got up there
  • he still loves and supports you


  • you’re an astronaut 
  • and he’s a college student
  • he’s been complaining about geometry and you do literal rocket science for a living
  • he feels kinda of inadequate beside you
  • more so than before
  • “you’re just so pretty and smart MC, like smarter than Seven!”
  • this cute boy omg
  • he eventually starts to feel better about it though as time goes on
  • much like he had with you being model like attractive
  • still loves and supports you


  • he isn’t even surprised
  • he knew you did something important
  • he couldn’t explain why when you asked, but you took it as a compliment either way
  • he insisted you take him to see your office though
  • so he could find out everyone’s names and get background checks done for your safety so he could meet your coworkers
  • everything is going well for the first half hour
  • then he meets the guys
  • when he heard how easy it was for a shuttle to explode, or a leak to get in your space suit and kill you
  • he immediately starts trying to talk you into a different career or becoming a stay at home mom
  • you ended up having to build a chart of every possible outcome and the probability for him to see how unlikely that was if  the proper precautions were taken
  • still loves and reluctantly supports you


  • she loves it
  • finally someone whose job is more stressful than hers
  • ‘actually Jaehee, my job isn’t that stressful. i love what im doing’
  • you lowkey drop hints that there is a space for a cafe in your building
  • she eventually starts her cafe there
  • the two of you carpool to work
  • it couldn’t have worked out better
  • aside from her being on scene when a launch fails
  • and it allows her to see first hand how bad it can be
  • she worries for you, a lot but you assure her you aren’t going back out for a few more years at least
  • she still worries but loves and supports you regardless


  • he is so interested in it
  • well, how everything looks from up there
  • you spend hours describing everything to him
  • he almost cries just at the sound of everything
  • he couldn’t imagine how it really looked
  • you promised to take lots of pictures when you went up next year
  • he promised to get the surgery so he could see you and memorize your face before you went up
  • loves and supports you in everything you do, this is no different


  • heart attack
  • he nearly has a heart attack when you tell him
  • he loves space
  • and the two of you were always ‘joking’ about getting married at the space station
  • if he was an astronaut the two of you could
  • you totally didn’t catch him looking for any availability in your crew
  • after about three months, they had dropped him in training
  • by the time you went back out, he was able to come with you
  • screw the agency lololol
  • the two of you exchange vows at the space station just like he had always wanted
  • loves and supports you just like you love and support him


  • he had just got comfortable enough around you to open up
  • and you tell him every 5-7 years you leave for 3-4 years at a time
  • he thought you were joking
  • pulling one of Saeyoung’s pranks or something
  • but when you took him down to see everything and prove you weren’t lying
  • he almost cried
  • you promised you would skype him every chance you got
  • plus you weren’t scheduled to go up fpr another ten years roughly
  • the two of you had a while together
  • after hearing that, he started to like the idea of an astronaut for a girlfriend
  • still loves and supports you


utter genius

author’s note: would it really be that big of a surprise if i said this was inspired by real life events? this was back when i was in high school. i still freshly remember how royally pissed this one particular guy was to lose against me in our history debate. i just re-vamped it with this joyous piece ahahah.

rivals au / high school au | 2,766 words | fluff, comedy; warnings: none.
↳ to say the least, having you and kihyun debate against each other might not have been the best idea… or maybe it was?

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Yoongi Scenario: Tainted Love - Part 2.

Request:  Could you make one with Yoongi being some sort of demon/vampire boss that every one is super scared of but then there is Y/N, Yoongi is in love with her and everyone is always super impressed how Yoongi always surrenders and softens when something is about her? He’s super protective and wants to please her in his own way, thank you for doing this i love you

Summary: Demons are merciless, demons are ruthless, demons can’t hold nothing dear to them. Yoongi is the leader, the king of the demon world. He is feared as he is respected, no one expected him to bring a human girl as his lover, you. You fell in love and now you are in the midst of adjusting to the demon world, its custums, and its dangers. But everything is worth it if is for him, the demon king that lives between shadows and that would turn hell apart to protect you.

Demon AU. Featuring all BTS.

Genre: Romance / Drama.

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It wasn’t your first time in Yoongi’s manor, during the time you’d had been together he had brought you here several times, you didn’t remember how many, but in all those times you hadn’t been able to get to know the whole place.

You walked down the hallways watching the art hanging on the walls, beautiful sceneries in some cases, rather grim ones in others. The manor had a nineteen century western ambiance, you could say even more ancient, it had a gothic feel to it, maybe because it was inhabited by demons. Nevertheless it also possessed the modern touch of technology and asian culture. Yoongi, you had learned through time, was actually quite enthusiastic about asian calligraphy, art pieces about it could be found throughout the manor as he’d say that words had power.

Every room in the manor, at least the ones you’d visited, had the right amount of light for it to create shadows out of almost everything, it didn’t matter which hour of the day it was, each room poured shadows that if you had to be honest you were still getting used to. One thing was Yoongi’s shadows and another were these, they created movement, allowing someone who knew how to occult and lurk in plain sight so although you were completely safe in his place, you also knew there were a lot of things to be wary of.

-Miss Y/N-

A voice made you jump, you turned around to find one of the members of Yoongi’s inner circle. He was Hoseok and at first you’d thought he was a butler, because to be fair, he dressed just like one, a black tuxedo and the white dress shirt underneath showing just enough, a bow tie adorning his neck. Out of all the demons you had seen he was the most elegant and proper, him and maybe Jin too.

-Hello- you muttered, feeling a little startled for not hear him coming, you never heard them coming. -You can just call me Y/N, I’ve told you-

He nodded, his orangey silky hair bowing down. -I know Miss, Y/N, Yoongi is waiting for you at the dinning room-

-Alright, you should have told him to just find me himself- that made him chuckle.

-Imagine the outcome of that though- you laughed a little too, Yoongi could be a lazy ass when he was set for it. But as solicitous as Hoseok was you knew he was no butler, although his main job required him to never leave the manor.

Hoseok escorted you until you were in front of the dinning doors which opened at his will, you entered and found Yoongi at the head of the table, a scowl on his face and a meat knife going around his hands.

-About time-

You rolled your eyes and sat beside him, watching as the servants came with the food, walking around Yoongi carefully although not fearful.

-Thank you for waiting- you said despite your eye roll. You knew that if you were around he didn’t eat if you hadn’t eaten.

In front of you you saw what you thought was venison, the herbs making the smoke coming from it to water your mouth, it wasn’t the regular meat you’d eat on a daily basis but here they ate it a lot. You had inquired Yoongi about food before, because it was kind of odd that demons fed the same as humans, Yoongi had explained that they ate because they enjoyed it, but not because of need. Although there was indeed something about it that benefited them. 

The hunting, the killing.

He had let you know that what fed demons was no other thing but power, and there was absolute power in those two activities.

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Fiber Jar
FLIP: Each player shuffles all cards from their hand, field, and Graveyard into the Deck, then draws 5 cards.
Can Be Found In: Legacy of Darkness (LOD-EN056), Dark Beginning 2 (DB2-EN166), Legendary Collection 4: Joey’s World Mega Pack (LCJW-EN033)

Board clearing effects will be most of the time highly favorable for their user. Even if an effect takes away our monsters and/or other powerful cards, we can easily follow the outcome the effect caused with other summons and effect to damage the opponent before they have time to recover. Obviously requires some investment and proper timing so the losses aren’t severe, but overall will give us a nearly safe turn to let us direct attack and all kinds of setups.

“Fiber Jar” is undoubtly one of the most devastating cards the game released with a insanely powerful effect without no much of a requeriment to be activated. Once “Fiber Jar” is flipped all cards on the player’s hands, fields, and Graveyard will be returned back to their respective Decks to then both end with a new hand of five cards. Is overall a reset of the whole Duel as unless there’s banished cards or Pendulum Monsters in the Extra Deck it will make both players start over, and with “Fiber Jar” itself also affected by its own effect in most circumstances there’s a high chance to keep restarting the game over and over. Obviously is a card worth of its forbidden status, and with some effects and combos taking advantage of its resetting effect the lower the chances of having a comeback out of the banlist.

Even if “Fiber Jar” made a return in a limited position, there’s a big card pool to assure its arrival soon or later even if returns to our Deck after its own ability. “Spirit of the Fall Wind” will allow us to obtain “Fiber Jar” as soon she’s Normal Summoned while “Sangan” will do so once defeated, so running three copies of each will make more than sure this monster is ready to be played after each reset. “Prediction Princess Coinorma” instead will summon “Fiber Jar” face-down when flipped, but be aware that we won’t be able to activate other effects so try to time her effect properly. Another option is to send it to the Graveyard by effects like “Foolish Burial” or using it as material with summoning effects like “Lonefire Blossom”, as later on we can use “The Shallow Grave” to bring it back face-down and ready to be flipped. If we work along cards like “Book of Moon” and “Castel, the Skyblaster Musketeer”, we can further increase our summoning options with cards like “Crane Crane” and “Limit Reverse” to flip face-down “Fiber Jar” and prepare its ability even in late game.

The flip effect of “Fiber Jar” is one of the most gamebreaking abilities a card can offer as forces both players to start over. Graveyard resources will be brought back to the Deck to start over, almost all protective effects to defend monsters and certain cards will be ignored, and overall give us a breather against heavy fields as the opponent will have to bring everything back. Obviously all these outcomes applies to us, but under the proper management the results of “Fiber Jar” might not be that severe. Since Life Points will be left intact, if we manage to activate “Fiber Jar” in the proper timing we can follow with a big summon to defeat the opponent on the spot unless they have hand effects to counter it. Even if “Fiber Jar” is kinda slow due being a Flip Monster, we can use “Book of Taiyou” or “Ancient Forest” among others to immediately activate its effect and follow with whatever cards we draw afterwards. Obviously this also means we can recover some key cards from the Graveyard, and combined with searching effects we can rearrange powerful setups as the opponent struggles. While “Fiber Jar” might make Duels start over there are some areas that will be unaffected which we can take advantage of, like banishing cards to later on be retrieved by effects like “D.D.R. - Different Dimension Reincarnation” or “Gold Sarcophagus”, or pile Pendulum Monsters in our Extra Deck to be brought back together against an empty field. And since “Fiber Jar” will most likely return to our Deck by its own effect, it can be constantly abused to repeatedly reset the game as burn effects are recycled to chip away the opponent’s Life Points or give us plenty of safe turns to achieve the win condition of “Final Countdown”.

“Fiber Jar” is an absurd card with the only drawback being a slightly slow effect to be taken down by removal effects, which can be easily solved by a card flipping it face-up to activate it immediately. With an arsenal of cards to constantly assure its availability from early game to each time its effect is used, making all setups and work go to waste each time is flipped, and with various options to keep us on the lead after each reset makes “Fiber Jar” one of the most unfair cards in the whole game. Even if our own cards are affected in the process, “Fiber Jar” will be back even after being flipped and defeated in battle to return later on, and with the coordination of certain effects we can go from taking away the opponent’s goals while we immediately recover, to safeguarding cards with banishing effects and Pendulum Monsters after each reset. Even if “Fiber Jar” was limited in the banlist, all the resources available to keep its pressence during a Duel as well give us some advantages will keep the opponent unable to play their strategy without being ruined by a single Flip effect.

Personal Rating: S

+ Returns all cards from the players’ hands, Graveyards, and field to their Decks and start over with a new hand
+ Highly supported
+ Several options to stay on the lead after activating its effect
+ Will ruin most setups and strategies as technically resets the Duel

- Slow effect on its own

You deserve more of their attention than their phone does.
You deserve quality time, not just time.
You deserve effort, not just routines.
You deserve to be treated as if you are a priority, not the last thing on their checklist.
You are special and you deserve to be the only option.
If that is too much to ask, you are asking the wrong person.
If begging ever becomes your last approach to receive those things which ought to be freely given, it’s safe to say, you are out of your dang mind.
Begging to be loved is suicide.
It’s like going sky diving from the Eiffel Tower naked of proper equipment, and expecting gravity to overturn the outcome.
It’s like a queen begging her servants to serve her or a lion running away from its prey.
Insanity it is for a woman like you to come second or second to last on everything.
It would be an injustice for a woman like you to ever fall for a man whose words aren’t soaked in integrity and seasoned with consistency.
An injustice, I say, to give your body to men who wouldn’t dare walk next to you in public nor ever consider standing next to you at the altar.

You are more than “wifey material.”
You are more than potential.
You are a beautiful bride who ought to be waiting on her groom. Only a man willing to fulfill that position in your life deserves you.

—  To every girl out there you need to know this 👏🏻👌🏻
DEXA scan and BMR/RMR analysis

On Thursday morning I had my first DEXA scan and BMR/RMR analysis. I decided to do this as I’m a guy who likes to track progress with numbers, and the scale isn’t doing that for me any more.

It cost $100, which includes the dietician consult afterwards which is pretty good - cheapest I found in my area, in fact. They were also very trans-inclusive, and printed my results out in both male and female sexes.

RMR analysis

To complete my RMR analysis, I was fitted with a mask and instructed to lay down. The mask was quite tight and covered my nose and mouth. Attached to the mask was a tube that fed into a small machine. 

The test was about 11 minutes long and included a 1 minute sample period where the physician ensures you are breathing normally so that your results come out accurately. In my case I was breathing too deeply, and once I corrected this the proper test started.

The result was surprising - my RMR/BMR is 2103 cals a day! Which, for a man is at the high end of normal. For a woman, it is actually considered a fast metabolism.

DEXA scan

For those of you who are unfamiliar with DEXA scans, it’s basically a large xray of your entire body at different exposures. You lay on a bed, the camera is above you and the bed and camera move around to get your whole body in the image. The outcome is some pretty pictures of your body and a whole lot of stats like body fat and lean mass to go with it. I’ve included some screenshots taken from my report to give you an example of what to expect, but there’s much more information than I’ve provided here.

Body fat and visceral adipose tissue

My body fat is at 25.9% which is better than I was expecting. So, to reach a target of 20% body fat which would put me in the healthy range of body fat, I need to lose 4.8kg of body fat. The dietician did say they prefer not to use that measure, and instead calculated that using the Fat Mass Index, I’d actually only need to lose about 3.5kg of body fat to fall into the target index range. I’m currently at 7.1, and the range is 3-6.

My estimated visceral adipose tissue (VAT) score was 75.7, which is well within the normal range (under 100). From my understanding, VAT is the tissue that our surgeons are concerned about before they operate as it can make the surgery difficult, hence why most of us have to go on a pre-op shake diet.

Lean mass

Surprisingly, my score on the Lean Mass Index is 19.4, and the target range is 18-21. So, I’m pretty much in the middle of that one - I was expecting to be on the low side given my biology, poor nutrition and lack of meaningful exercise.

One of the interesting things to note was that despite being left handed, my right arm has more muscle. The dietitian was surprised and confused by this.

Bone mineral density

We didn’t really go through this in detail, however I am within the normal range - in fact, on the higher end. As most WLS patients know, bone mineral density and osteoporosis are concerns due to our nutritional requirements so it’s good to know where I stand at this point in my journey.


Right now I’m a pretty average dude. I hope to see this change over time as I get more focused on fitness. I’ve passed these reports onto my personal trainer and the nutritionist who works for the PT studio I go to, and they are going to work on some eating goals with me as it’s apparent I’m not eating enough. Depending on how that goes, I may also touch base with my bariatric dietitian but I feel her goals are a little out of touch with what I’m trying to achieve.

I would 100% recommend that any of you on a weight loss or strength building journey have one of these scans and/or the BMR/RMR analysis. For me it’s been a good motivator, especially in modifying my diet. As some of you know, I have struggled with the number of calories I eat (somewhat disordered eating), so seeing a number of 2,103 for my BMR/RMR has highlighted the fact that I need to eat more and that it’s okay to fuel my body.

I wish I had of done this earlier in my journey. I’ll be having another scan in about 8 weeks, maybe 12. 

@fatmaninalittlesuit I’ve tagged you in this because I know you’re a numbers guy and I feel like you would enjoy doing something like this for yourself at some point if you haven’t already.

  • 99% of choices you get to make in Xenoblade Chronicles X: Doesn't really affect the outcome either way, you'll get the same result.
John Murphy Imagine: My Guardian


Prompt: 9-“Who gave you that black eye?”

Summary: Reader tries to avoid her best friend Murphy so he wouldn’t find out that her boyfriend beats her, because she has black eye. However, she fails and Murphy gets angry. He immediately confronts her boyfriend. Reader drags him away so he would calm down and he confesses his feelings for her.

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Originally posted by knightofthefandom

I didn’t know what to do. I had a black eye which couldn’t go unnoticed by anyone. Of course, down here it wasn’t nothing unusual to have bruises and injuries so I wouldn’t receive questioning looks.

However, there was one person that I knew wouldn’t just let it go. Murphy. And I feared of what would happen then.

I decided to avoid him as much as possible hoping the bruise would be gone soon. I knew he was supposed to go hunting today so it should be easy.

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There are no individual statements, there never are. Every statement is the product of a machinic assemblage, in other words, of collective agents of enunciation (take “collective agents” to mean not peoples or societies but multiplicities). The proper name (nom propre) does not designate an individual: it is on the contrary when the individual opens up to the multiplicities pervading him or her, at the outcome of the most severe operation of depersonalization, that he or she acquires his or her true proper name. The proper name is the instantaneous apprehension of a multiplicity. The proper name is the subject of a pure infinitive comprehended as such in a field of intensity.
—  Deleuze and Guattari, A Thousand Plateaus: Capitalism and Schizophrenia