we are all frightened

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“I don’t know any of you but that doesn’t matter does it? My family, the family you demonized and excommunicated, has fought and died through generations for this country. We do this thing for Wallachia and her people. We don’t have to know you all; we do it anyway. And it’s not the dying that frightens us. Its never having stood up and fought for you.

I’m Trevor Belmont of the House of Belmont and dying has never frightened me.”

Anarchism and socialism are the most lovey dovey, compassionate, adorable and cuddly ideologies imaginable. We are literally attempting to build a world where nobody suffers needlessly, because we all take care of each other. Love fundamentally defines us. I get that there are times when the left needs to appear frightening or aggressive, in order to stand up to those who would kill all of us and those we love - but frightening and aggressive isn’t at the core of what we believe in and what we fight for. Selfless love encapsulates us.

Loqi: WELL, WELL, if it isn’t Cor the Immortal! So you survived the Citadel. But you won’t survive what I have in store for you! It’s past time your legend came to an end. >:D
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Loqi:
Cor:
Loqi: Can I have an autograph first

every single lesbian has fought through heteronormativity and self-doubt before realizing they were lesbians. if you’re questioning and leaning towards lesbianism, and it feels like everyone else always “knew” their sexuality, it’s simply not true. there’s nothing wrong with you for being unsure or scared or frightened. we were all there once and it’s all okay.

Voldemort splits his soul in half each time he makes a horcruxes, yes? So when you do the math, the distribution of Voldemort’s soul across the horcruxes looks like this:

Diary = ½ his soul
Ring = ¼
Locket = 1/8
Cup =1/16
Diadem = 1/32
Harry = 1/64
Nagini = 1/128

Which leaves Voldemort himself = 1/256

My father informs me that there are 128 ounces to a gallon of milk.

What I’m saying is that Voldemort’s got half an ounce for a soul.

If it helps, a half an ounce is the same as a tablespoon.

Voldemort ends his life the human equivalent of a tablespoon.

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MY DEAD GAY SON

  • ❛  You wait just a minute, (name)!  ❜
  • ❛  It’s ignorant, hateful talk like yours that makes this world a place that they could not live in.  ❜
  • ❛  They were not dirty!  ❜
  • ❛  They were not wrong!  ❜
  • ❛  They were two lonely verses in the Lord’s great song.  ❜
  • ❛  Our boys were pansies, (name)!  ❜
  • ❛  Yes! My boys a homosexual, and that don’t scare me none.  ❜
  • ❛  I want the world to know, I love my dead, gay son.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ve been thinking. Praying. Reading some magazines.  ❜
  • ❛  It’s time we opened our eyes.  ❜
  • ❛  Well, the good Lord created the universe.  ❜
  • ❛  The Lord created man.  ❜
  • ❛  I believe it’s all a part of His gigantic plan.  ❜
  • ❛  I know God has a reason for each mountain and each flower, and why he chose to let our boys get busy in the shower!  ❜
  • ❛  I never cared for homos much until I reared me one.  ❜
  • ❛  He loves his son.  ❜
  • ❛  Jesus says it’s cool!  ❜
  • ❛  They just had flair!  ❜
  • ❛  They were desperate to be free!  ❜
  • ❛  They took a rebel stance, stripped to their underpants.  ❜
  • ❛  I can’t believe that you still refuse to get a clue after all that we’ve been through.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m talking you and me, in the summer of ‘83.  ❜
  • ❛  That was one hell of a fishing trip.  ❜
  • ❛  Our jobs are now continuing the work that they begun.  ❜
  • ❛  They were good men!  ❜
  • ❛  We’ll teach the world to love.  ❜

SEVENTEEN

  • ❛  Fine, we’re damaged. Really damaged, but that does not make us wise.  ❜
  • ❛  We’re not special. We’re not different.  ❜
  • ❛  We don’t choose who lives and dies.  ❜
  • ❛  Let’s be normal. Watch bad movies, sneak a beer and watch TV.  ❜
  • ❛  Don’t you want a life with me?  ❜
  • ❛  Can’t we be seventeen? That’s all I want to do.  ❜
  • ❛  If you could let me in, I could be good with you.  ❜
  • ❛  People hurt us, or they vanish, and you’re right, it really blows.  ❜
  • ❛  We let go, take a deep breath.  ❜
  • ❛  Don’t stop looking in my eyes.  ❜
  • ❛  Is that so hard to do?  ❜
  • ❛  Let us be seventeen, if we’ve still got the right.  ❜
  • ❛  So what’s it gonna be?  ❜
  • ❛  I want to be with you.  ❜
  • ❛  Yeah, we’re damaged. Badly damaged.  ❜
  • ❛  Your love’s too good to lose.  ❜
  • ❛  Hold me tighter. Even closer.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ll stay if I am what you choose.  ❜
  • ❛  You’re the one I choose.  ❜

SHINE A LIGHT

  • ❛  Deep inside of everyone there’s a hot ball of shame.  ❜
  • ❛  If we show the ugly parts that we hide away, they turn out to be beautiful by the light of day.  ❜
  • ❛  Every day’s a battlefield when pride’s on the line.  ❜
  • ❛  I attack your weakness and pray you don’t see mine.  ❜
  • ❛  If I share my ugly parts and you show me yours, our love can knock our walls down and unlock all our doors.  ❜
  • ❛  Who wants to share what’s in their heart?  ❜
  • ❛  No volunteers? Fine, I’ll start.  ❜
  • ❛  I live alone. My husband left. My kids are grown.  ❜
  • ❛  In the 60s love was free, that did not work out well for me.  ❜
  • ❛  The revolution came and went – tried to change the world, barely made a dent.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ve struggled with despair.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ve joined a cult.  ❜
  • ❛  I chant, I prayed but God’s not there.  ❜
  • ❛  (name) I’m ending our affair!  ❜
  • ❛  I faked it every time.  ❜

LIFEBOAT

  • ❛  I float in a boat in a raging black ocean, low in the water with no where to go.  ❜
  • ❛  The people smell desperate.  ❜
  • ❛  We’ll sink any minute so someone must go.  ❜
  • ❛  Everyone’s pushing! Everyone’s fighting!  ❜
  • ❛  There’s no where to hide.  ❜
  • ❛  The captain is pointing. well who made her captain?  ❜
  • ❛  Still, the weakest must go.  ❜

SHINE A LIGHT (REPRISE)

  • ❛  Aw look, (name) is gonna cry.  ❜
  • ❛  Stupid childproof caps!  ❜
  • ❛  Aw look, (name) is gonna whine all night.  ❜
  • ❛  You don’t deserve to live.  ❜
  • ❛  Why not kill yourself?  ❜
  • ❛  Here, have a sedative.  ❜
  • ❛  Whine, whine, whine like there’s no Santa Clause.  ❜
  • ❛  You’re pathetic because you whine!  ❜
  • ❛  You whine all night!  ❜
  • ❛  Your ass is off the team!  ❜
  • ❛  Go on and bitch and moan.  ❜
  • ❛  You don’t deserve the dream!  ❜
  • ❛  You’re gonna die alone.  ❜

KINDERGARTEN BOYFRIEND

  • ❛  He was sweet, he said that I was smart.  ❜
  • ❛  He was good at sports and people liked him.  ❜
  • ❛  At nap time, once, we shared a mat.  ❜
  • ❛  I didn’t sleep, I sat and watched him breathing.  ❜
  • ❛  I watched him dream for almost half an hour. Then he woke up.  ❜
  • ❛  He pulled a scab off one time playing kickball, kissed me quick and pressed it in my hand.  ❜
  • ❛  I took that scab and put it in a locket, all year long I wore it near my heart.  ❜
  • ❛  He didn’t care if I was thin or pretty.  ❜
  • ❛  He was mine until we hit first grade.  ❜
  • ❛  Last night I dreamed a horse with wings flew down into my home room.  ❜
  • ❛  Now we’re all grown up and we know better.  ❜
  • ❛  Now we recognize the way things are.  ❜
  • ❛  Certain boys are just for kindergarten.  ❜
  • ❛  Certain girls are meant to be alone.  ❜
  • ❛  I believe that any dream worth having, is a dream that should not have to end.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ll build a dream that I can live in, and this time I’m never waking up.  ❜

YO GIRL

  • ❛  Oh my god, is she dead?  ❜
  • ❛  Just another geek trying to imitate the popular people and failing miserably.  ❜
  • ❛  keep it together.  ❜
  • ❛  I knew you would come far.  ❜
  • ❛  Smell how gangsta you are.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m so sorry.  ❜
  • ❛  Feel a bit punchy?  ❜
  • ❛  She’s not looking so well.  ❜
  • ❛  You’ve earned that red scrunchie.  ❜
  • ❛  Come join (name) in hell.  ❜
  • ❛  Where have you been?  ❜
  • ❛  We’ve been worried sick!  ❜
  • ❛  Your friend, (name), stopped by.  ❜
  • ❛  He told us everything.  ❜
  • ❛  He’s got your hand writing down cold.  ❜
  • ❛  Please, honey, talk to us.  ❜
  • ❛  No, you wouldn’t understand.  ❜
  • ❛  Guess who’s right down the block?  ❜
  • ❛  I’ve experienced everything you’re going through.  ❜
  • ❛  Guess who’s climbing the stairs?  ❜
  • ❛  Your problems seem like life and death, I promise they’re not.  ❜
  • ❛  Guess who’s picking your lock.  ❜
  • ❛  You don’t know what my world looks like!  ❜
  • ❛  Times up! Go say your prayers.  ❜
  • ❛  (name)’s running on fumes now.  ❜
  • ❛  (name)’s totally fried.  ❜
  • ❛  (name)’s gotta be tripping on shrooms now.  ❜
  • ❛  (name)’s done for, there’s no doubt now.  ❜
  • ❛  Notify next of kin.  ❜
  • ❛  Too late, he got in.  ❜
  • ❛  Sorry for coming in through the window, dreadful etiquette I know.  ❜
  • ❛  Get out of my house!  ❜

MEANT TO BE YOURS

  • ❛  All is forgiven baby!  ❜
  • ❛  Come on, get dressed! You’re my date to the pep rally tonight!  ❜
  • ❛  You chucked me out like I was trash.  ❜
  • ❛  For that, you should be dead.  ❜
  • ❛  Then it hit me like a flash: what if high school went away instead?  ❜
  • ❛  Those assholes are the key.  ❜
  • ❛  They’re keeping you away from me.  ❜
  • ❛  They made you bling, messed up your mind.  ❜
  • ❛  I can set you free!  ❜
  • ❛  You left me and I fell apart.  ❜
  • ❛  I punched the wall and cried.  ❜
  • ❛  I found you changed my heart and set loose all that truthful shit inside.  ❜
  • ❛  So, I built a bomb!  ❜
  • ❛  Tonight our school is Vietnam.  ❜
  • ❛  Let’s guarantee they never see their senior prom!  ❜
  • ❛  I was meant to be yours.  ❜
  • ❛  We were meant to be one.  ❜
  • ❛  Don’t give up on me now.  ❜
  • ❛  Finish what we’ve begun.  ❜
  • ❛  In the rubble of their tomb, we’ll plant this not explaining why they died.  ❜
  • ❛  Our burned bodies may finally get through to you.  ❜
  • ❛  Your society churns out slaves and blanks, no thanks.  ❜
  • ❛  We’ll watch the smoke pour out the doors.  ❜
  • ❛  Bring marshmallows, we’ll make s’mores.  ❜
  • ❛  We can smile and cuddle while the fire roars.  ❜
  • ❛  I can’t make it alone.  ❜
  • ❛  You were meant to be mine.  ❜
  • ❛  I am all that you need.  ❜
  • ❛  You carved open my heart, can’t just leave me to bleed.  ❜
  • ❛  Open the door please.  ❜
  • ❛  Can we not fight anymore?  ❜
  • ❛  (Name), sure, you’re scared, I’ve been there.  ❜
  • ❛  (Name), don’t make me come in there.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m gonna count to three. 1, 2, fuck it–  ❜
  • ❛  Oh my god.  ❜
  • ❛  Please don’t leave me alone.  ❜
  • ❛  You were all I could trust.  ❜
  • ❛  I can’t do this alone, still, I will if I must.  ❜

DEAD GIRL WALKING (REPRISE)

  • ❛  I wanted someone strong who could protect me.  ❜
  • ❛  I let his anger fester and infect me.  ❜
  • ❛  His solution is a lie.  ❜
  • ❛  No one here deserves to die, except for me and the monster I created.  ❜
  • ❛  Heads up (name).  ❜
  • ❛  I’m a dead girl walking.  ❜
  • ❛  Can’t hide from me.  ❜
  • ❛  There’s your final bell.  ❜
  • ❛  It’s one more dance and then farewell.  ❜
  • ❛  (name) told me you just committed suicide?  ❜
  • ❛  Yeah, well, he’s wrong about a lot of things.  ❜
  • ❛  I through together a lovely tribute, especially considering the short notice.  ❜
  • ❛  What’s under the gym?  ❜
  • ❛  That’s it.  ❜
  • ❛  What’s that sound?  ❜
  • ❛  Give a great big yell!  ❜
  • ❛  Step away from the bomb.  ❜
  • ❛  This little thing? I’d hardly call it a bomb.  ❜
  • ❛  This is just to trigger the packs of thermals upstairs –those are bombs.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish your mom had been a little stronger.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish she’d stayed around a little longer.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish your dad were good.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish grownups understood.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish we’d met before they convinced you life is war.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish you’d come with me.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish I had more TNT!  ❜

I AM DAMAGED

  • ❛  I am damaged. Far too damaged.  ❜
  • ❛  You’re not beyond repair.  ❜
  • ❛  Stick around here, make things better.  ❜
  • ❛  You beat me fair and square.  ❜
  • ❛  Please stand back now.  ❜
  • ❛  Don’t know what this thing will do.  ❜
  • ❛  Hope you miss me.  ❜
  • ❛  Wish you’d kiss me.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ll trade my life for yours.  ❜
  • ❛  Wait, hold on!  ❜
  • ❛  Once I disappear, clean up the mess down here.  ❜
  • ❛  Not this way!  ❜
  • ❛  Say hi to God.  ❜

SEVENTEEN (REPRISE)

  • ❛  Listen up kids, war is over.  ❜
  • ❛  Brand new sheriff’s come to town.  ❜
  • ❛  We are done with acting evil.  ❜
  • ❛  We will lay our weapons down.  ❜
  • ❛  We’re all damaged, we’re all frightened, we’re all freaks but that’s alright.  ❜
  • ❛  We’ll endure it. We’ll survive it.  ❜
  • ❛  (name) are you free tonight?  ❜
  • ❛  High school may not ever end.  ❜
  • ❛  Still, I miss you.  ❜
  • ❛  I’d be honored, if you’d let me be your friend.  ❜
  • ❛  We can be seventeen.  ❜
  • ❛  If nobody loves me now, someday somebody will.  ❜
  • ❛  There’s still time to make things.  ❜
  • ❛  One day we’ll change the world, but let’s kick back tonight.  ❜
  • ❛  Let’s go be seventeen, take off our clothes and dance.  ❜
  • ❛  This could be our final chance.  ❜
  • ❛  We’ll make it beautiful.  ❜
Night Thoughts on Trump and America

With Donald Trump away vacationing at one of his golf resorts, the rest of us may have a chance to relax. But in truth it’s more like a short break in a continuing nightmare. Just enough time to turn on the light, look at the clock and ponder where we are, before the nightmare envelopes us again.

What can we ponder that will make all of this a bit less frightening? For one thing, it could be far worse. Trump could have fulfilled his campaign promises to repeal Obamacare, lock Hillary up, build a wall, and throw out all immigrants without papers.

By now he might have confused so many Americans about the truth that most of us would believe the words coming out of his mouth. Hell, by now he could have incited another civil war.

Actually very little has happened. He’s huffed and puffed, threatened and fumed, yet almost none of it has found its way into concrete laws. And it may not: The typical “honeymoon” enjoyed by new presidents is over for him. His first hundred days came and left, almost without a trace.

Another thing is Trump’s “favorables,” as pollsters call them, continue to tumble into territory never before seen at this stage of a presidency. Only about a third of the country still supports him; the opinions of the rest range from bad to awful. And his credibility is shot. 

Even Republicans in congress are now more willing to buck him (some are even talking about fixing what needs fixing in Obamacare). Meanwhile, special counsel Robert Mueller has impaneled a grand jury with the power to subpoena Trump’s financial records. Didn’t Trump hint he’d fire Mueller if he did this? Wouldn’t firing Mueller be the beginning of the end?

Trump has also ignited a prairie fire of grassroots activism, almost all of it against him. Across the country, people who were never politically active are rolling up their sleeves and getting involved – attending congressional town meetings, writing letters to the editors of their local papers, organizing for the 2018 midterms. Some are even running themselves.

This outburst of political effort resisting Trump has no parallel in recent history. John F. Kennedy asked Americans to ponder what they might do for America; Donald Trump is getting them to actually do it.

In the middle of the night one’s thoughts also turn to where we are in life.  Trump was born in 1946, the same year Bill Clinton, George W. Bush, and, coincidentally, Clinton’s own special prosecutor, Ken Starr were born. And yours truly. We are all, shall we say, beyond our prime. There’s only so much damage a septuagenarian can do from here on.

To put it another way, a few weeks from now I’ll be returning to the classroom and a new crop of college freshmen. They were born in or around 1998. Chronologically, they’re as far removed from Trump and the rest of us early boomers as we were, when we went to college, from Americans born in 1894. Which is to say, a very long way.

So unless Trump brings on a nuclear war that ends life as we know it on the planet, he is unlikely to have much influence on the lives of my upcoming freshmen. His first (and perhaps only) term in office will be over when they’re just 22. Think of being 22 years old and having your whole life ahead of you, without Trump.

At the same time, Trump has been a boon to ethicists, moral philosophers, and the rest of us who tend to wake up in the night and think about big scary things. Trump has brought the nation back to first principles.

Most presidents spur debates over things like whether the economy needs a more stimulative fiscal policy, or whether America should support the expansion of NATO to the Baltic states. Trump has made us debate whether the U.S. economy can exist separate from the rest of the world, and whether we should even belong to NATO.

Some presidents get us talking about civil rights and civil liberties. Trump has got us talking about democracy versus tyranny.

I don’t mean to minimize the damage he’s already done. I don’t remember America so angry and divided – not even through the battles over civil rights and Vietnam. Trump has also demeaned the office of the presidency, licensed bigotry, appointed absurdly incompetent people to his Cabinet, violated every ethics and conflict-of-interest rule imaginable, reduced America’s influence and moral authority in the world, and may even have conspired with a foreign power to rig a presidential election.

That’s a lot in just under seven months. He deserves a vacation.

But taking the slightly longer view, the nation is still functioning. Our democratic institutions have so far stood the test and remain strong, just as the founding fathers intended. Presidential power is checked and balanced so the current occupant of the Oval Office is hemmed in. Plus, our friends and allies around the world understand that our condition is temporary. America will be back.

It has been an incredibly stressful time, but most of us are okay. In fact, I’d venture to say most Americans remain optimistic – especially my upcoming college freshmen, who have their whole lives ahead of them.

9 Spoilers From Your Favorite Shows’ Season Finales -  Once Upon a Time

Following the musical episode, which will feature Emma (Jennifer Morrison) and Hook’s (Colin O'Donoghue) wedding, the Savior will face-off with the Black Fairy (Jaime Murray). “The Final Battle will test Emma’s beliefs in a way we haven’t seen since the pilot,” EP Edward Kitsis says. Interjects EP Adam Horowitz: “We’re going to go back to places we haven’t been since the pilot.” Continues Kitsis: “And we can tell you that we’re going to be completing the stories for a group of people.” While the OUAT bosses caution that there will be death in the final hour, the real threat may actually be to Storybrooke — the Black Fairy created the Dark Curse, which birthed the town. “I would worry about everything,” Kitsis jokes. “The Black Fairy has planned her happy ending, and what her happy ending looks like is probably something we should all be frightened of.”

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fringe meme: ten anything: episodes [7/10] jacksonville (2x15)

“Olivia, I think I’m starting to understand why the process didn’t work. You are different. You’re not that frightened child anymore. I thought all we needed was a heightened emotional response from you, but I was wrong. We needed a specific one. Fear. And you’re not capable of that anymore. Well, not like she was. What we did to you – you found a way to protect yourself. You channelled your fear into anger, which is why you are so good at your job. But if you want to save those people, you have to find your way back to that scared little girl.”

anonymous asked:

Pretty please write another part for The Most Awkward Semester Ever because oh my goodness i love it sooo much!!

Here you go!

Part I Part II


The Most Awkward Semester Ever III

Logan sighed, lying down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. His plan had somewhat worked. He had gotten Virgil to relax around him. He just hadn’t been able to keep him relaxed.

But the fact that Virgil would still flinch from his touch was… distressing. Logan had never thought of himself as someone who could inspire such fear, and learning that he could was disquieting.

If only he could pin down the reason for Virgil’s reactions. He had been working off the assumption that it was his reputation in academics that had intimidated Virgil, but the more time he spend with the other, the less he was sure of that.

While it had taken some time to coax out from behind the stammering, Virgil had a quick wit and an intelligent mind. He had especially proven that today, Logan had found his point on the poem’s comparison of immortality and death, with death being upheld as superior, to be most fascinating.

Of course, with Virgil having proven his ability to keep up with Logan academically, the question remained. Why was he so afraid?

Logan sighed again. Sometimes he wished he was better at understanding other people and their emotions. But unfortunately, people were more complicated than equations. If only he had Patton’s ability to read people.

Logan sat up. That was it, Patton! If there was anyone who could figure out what was going on and make Virgil relax, it would be Patton. He could arrange some outing, social in nature, nothing academic in case that was the reason. Then Patton could help fix things.

Logan pushed himself of the bed, walking to his desk to grab his phone. He quickly pulled up Patton’s contact, drumming his fingers on the desk as he listened to it ring.

“Hello?”

“Patton,” Logan cut in. “I need you to accompany Virgil and me on a social outing.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Patton replied.

Logan explained further. “You are much more talented than I at reading people and putting them at ease. Therefore I have decided to enlist your help with Virgil. I though a social outing would ease any academic pressure he would be feeling, and with you there, he might stay relaxed this time.”

“I take it today didn’t go well then,” Patton said, sounding sympathetic,

Logan frowned. “Well, it was going well. But then I overstepped my boundaries and made Virgil uncomfortable again when I invaded his personal space. Afterwards, I sought to regain the progress I had made, but I fear I wasn’t quite successful.”

There was a pause before Patton spoke up again.

“You know, Logan,” he said, “I’m really proud of you for trying so hard with this, but you do know it’s alright if you can’t make Virgil feel comfortable around you, right?”

Logan stood up straighter, feeling indignant.

“I’m not going to give up,” he snapped. “For starters, having my English partner afraid of me is hardly conducive to good work. And secondly, I have come to enjoy his company. He’s remarkably intelligent, a good conversationalist, and as I learned today, makes an excellent partner for solving puzzles. I think we could be good friends, if he wasn’t so frightened all the time. I just, I don’t like having him scared of me.”

By the end of his rant, Logan’s voice had become softer and more despairing. He often struggled to make friends, there was a reason he rarely spent time with anyone aside from Patton. But he enjoyed his time with Virgil. So to have the other flinch from him was disheartening.

Patton sighed. “Alright, I can see you’re quite determined on this. And it is always nice to make new friends. So what were you thinking?”

“The movies,” Logan replied. “I’ve been meaning to see Kubo and the Two Strings before it leaves theaters, and with the movie being the main focus of the outing, I’m hoping Virgil will feel less pressured and therefore less nervous. I also plan to tell him to feel free to invite any of his friends so that he won’t feel outnumbered.”

“You want to take him to the moves?” Patton’s voice had a strange tone to it.

“Yes,” Logan said, “I was thinking next weekend. Are you free then?”

“Yeah, I’m free,” Patton said. He now sounded amused for some reason.

“Excellent” Logan replied, now feeling much more cheered by his plans. “I’ll text Virgil to determine a more precise time, then tell you the details. I appreciate your help.”

“Anytime,” Patton said. “Talk to you later.“

Logan hung up. With Patton’s help, things were sure to go well. Switching over to messages, he sent off a quick text. Hopefully, he’d get a reply soon.

Virgil was sitting in Roman’s car, his head buried in his knees.

Roman glanced over at him.

“Feeling any better, Hot Topic,” he asked, his voice warring between amused and concern.

“Mrrrrrrg,” Virgil groaned out.

“Right, that’s a no.” Roman sighed. “What even happened that has you this worked up?”

“I’m an idiot,” Virgil mumbled into his knees.

“Alright, not going to disagree with you there, but you have to give some more detail than that.”

Virgil lifted his head up to glare at Roman.

“Haha, very funny,” he said sarcastically, before looking back down at his knees. His fingers traced patterns on his jeans as he tried to bring his thoughts into some form of order.

“Logan touched me and I freaked out,” he finally said dully. “He was getting a watermelon seed off my cheek, and I panicked. He must think I’m a total weirdo.”

“I’m sure it wasn’t that bad,” Roman replied, but he didn’t sound all that confident in his words. Before Virgil could reply though, his phone buzzed.

Pulling it out, he saw it was a text from Logan. Groaning, he tossed his phone onto the seat. That was it, he knew it. Logan hated him.

“Is that him?” Roman asked. “Well, aren’t you going to look at it?”

“I’d much rather wallow in my misery,” Virgil grumbled. But after a brief pause, his curiosity got the best of him, and he unlocked the phone.

The message read: Virgil, I was hoping you would be willing to join me next weekend on an outing to the movies. My friend Patton and I will be seeing Kubo and the Two Strings, and I would like it if you could join us. You are welcome to invite any of your friends as well. If next weekend is an inconvenient time, please let me know and we can reschedule.

Virgil stared at his phone.

“Well, what did he say?” Roman said impatiently, breaking Virgil’s reverie.

“Um, he invited me to go the movies with him and one of his friends next Saturday. Oh, and you can come too,” Virgil finally managed to choke out.

“That’s fantastic!” Roman cheered. “See, he doesn’t think you’re an idiot.”

“Or maybe he’s just taking pity on me,” Virgil shot back. “Plus what if this friend he’s talking about is actually his boyfriend. God, if he’s had a boyfriend all this time, I can never show my face in school again.”

“Calm down, Doctor Gloom.” Roman said, rolling his eyes. “Don’t go jumping to conclusions. Plus from what you’ve told me, the guy tends to be pretty blunt. If it was his boyfriend, he’d probably say so. Now, what’s going to happen is you’re going to text back yes, and we’ll have a great time. What movie is it anyway?”

“Kubo and the Two Strings” Virgil replied distractedly, staring at his phone. He bit his lip.

“You really think I should go?” he asked quietly, feeling his stomach churn.

Roman pulled over. Once the car was parked, he turned towards Virgil.

“Look,” he said gently. “You like this guy, and maybe this is a sign that he might just end up liking you back someday. But if you don’t go, you’ll never know. I know you don’t like taking risks, but sometimes you need to, so life doesn’t pass you by. This is one of those times, and as your friend, I’m not going to let you miss out on this.”

Virgil took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. Roman… had a point.

“Fine,” he said. “But if this goes wrong, I will hold it against you forever.”

Roman just smirked at him. “Yes, but if it goes right, you’ll owe me forever.”

Virgil made a face at him, before turning back to his phone. Here went nothing.

Back at his house, Logan’s head shot up as his phone pinged. He pulled it towards him.

I’m free on Saturday.

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make me choose challenge: Albus Potter or Scorpius Malfoy SCORPIUS CINNAMON ROLL MALFOY VS. THE SCORPION KING

“I discovered another Scorpius you know? Entitled, angry, mean – people were frightened of me. It feels like we were all tested and we all – failed.”

“But you changed things. You had a chance and you changed time back. Changed yourself back.”

“Only because I knew what I should be.”

A Human Inquiry

Greetings Fellow Sentients! As we all know, humans are a weird and often frightening species, and being crewmates with them is difficult, but also quite rewarding(most of the time). We here at Gar'zarp Publishing would love for you to submit your stories for a anthology of Human Goofiness. We hope that these tales chronicling the weird habits of humans will be beneficial to the next Brood. Aree!
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Alright so poorly written text aside, lemme cut to the meat of this turkey. I, am wondering if you at the humans are weird/earth is space Australia/ humans are space orcs blogs, would you be interested in possibly contributing to a print compilation of the Humans are weird stories? I will be absolutely honest when i say i have no idea how this works, so help would be appreciated there. This is honestly just a post testing the waters. So to recap
•Humans are weird anthology book, would you be interested Yay or nay?
• how long should it be?
•how would it be made?
•any info i need to know about doing published work?

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Cyn tries LSD for the first time. In 1965

“At a dinner party we’d gone to with George and Pattie, with a friend of theirs and his wife, the host spiked our drinks with it. I never forgave him for giving us a drug without our knowledge, although no doubt he thought it hip and harmless. A lot of people then were discovering LSD and enthused about it.

Shortly after the meal we began to feel very odd. The room swam and at first I wondered if I had food poisoning. We had no idea what was going on until our laughing hosts enlightened us. We were all so frightened that we rushed straight out, desperate to get home. George had driven us there in his brand new Mini, so we piled in and he attempted to drive us home. The trouble was we were in central London a good hour from home, and Geroge had no idea which way up the world was.

I dismissed the incident as a foolish prank that had convinced me I never wanted to try hard drugs again. But John felt differently, although he had been shocked and scared as the rest of us, he was also fascinated. He had enjoyed the lack of control and the weirdness. What for me had been the end  was for him only the beginning.”

“George’s house seemed to be just like a Yellow Submarine, I was driving it, They all went to bed I was carrying on, on my own It was fantastic.”- John 

Photos courtesy of The Cynthia Powell Lennon Group at Yahoo!

Lucky

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Word Count: 1,380

Request: 41 & 47 please from the random dialogue ?? With newt please and thank you!! And if you don’t mind please let me know when it’s done :) (Random Dialogue Prompts)


It was terribly quiet in the flat as you waited for Newt to come home, curled up in a chair by the fireplace. The rain pelted against the windows and the roof; it was all you could hear aside from the crackle of the fire and the sounds of your own breathing, which was steadily growing faster as the storm continued to worsen.

Normally, you would just go into Newt’s case and wait it out, either laying on the hammock in his shed or going out to one of the many habitats, often accompanied by Dougall. The demiguise could easily sense your stress and was at your side in an instant, wrapping himself around your torso. You longed for that now, but with both Newt and his case gone, you were left alone with the storm, waiting for the worst.

Unease creeped up your spine as you watched the clouds, looking for a sign of the lightning that almost always accompanied these storms, and dreading it. You despised the fear bubbling up within you, wishing you could just sit back and enjoy the rain like so many others could, but instead, you were caving in, hugging yourself in an attempt to stay together.

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We crossed the garden of the Tuileries in the midst of a few National guards, who still remained faithful. On the way we were told that the Assembly would not receive my father. The terrace of the Feuillants, along which we had to pass, was full of wretches, who assailed us with insults; one of them cried out: “No women, or we will kill them all!” My mother was not frightened at the threat and continued her way.

–Marie-Thérèse Charlotte, on the events of August 10th, 1792

anonymous asked:

Hey, about Alfor, could you tell us a story about the messes he got himself into?

*cracks knuckles* My time has come!

Alright so Alfor is pretty cocky. He knows he’s a genius and he’s got the best relationship with his lion out of all of us tbh. So we were on a mission dealing with a bunch of space pirates who had stolen a ton of cargo and supplies from an ally of ours and Alfor decides that he’s charismatic enough to convince them to just let everything go. We all tried to tell him to stop (Zarkon yelled. It was frightening), but the stubborn ass just flew off in Red to try to talk. Zarkon and Trigel had to stay with government officials, so it was Blaytz and I that went after Alfor first. We found him about half a varga later, on his knees in front of the pirate leader (captain?) and Blaytz lost it. He doubled over and just started wheezing. The man couldn’t even laugh properly, he was laughing so hard. I, trying to actually help, called Zarkon and Trigel for back up but when they got there they just stared at him in disappointment and refused to do anything that might have made progress. So I was trying to keep Blaytz from falling over, while also trying to get these pirates to give us Alfor back. What ended up happening was Zarkon got tired of Alfor’s whining and my pleading, so he just punched the pirate guy in the face and walked away. Honestly that’s the meanest I had seen him before the zombie thing. But yeah that’s the story of Alfor thinking he was smooth enough to get out of trouble with pirates. Blaytz never let him live that down. It was another one of those “Let’s embarrass Alfor in front of his wife cause he’s such a dork,” stories.

One of the most serious problems of our time is marriage. I have people come to me weekly desiring to get married, but they face many barriers such as family pressure, being unable to find someone suitable or feeling too old. Sadly, it is not easy to solve and can be very lengthy.

In summary, parents must become more understanding and must realise that time has moved on and they must learn to adapt, and the young have to remain patient and maintain taqwa. The Prophet ﷺ said that if a man comes seeking the hand of a woman and he has good character and religion then he should not be turned away, otherwise he warned us of great tribulations occuring in the community which we all see daily on a frightening scale.

—  Shaykh Mohammad Aslam
I’ve had my ‘Moment’

(random thoughts and life moments from me below, personal)

I think I’ve had my moment?? I mean, I haven’t been too concerned with not having a goal for my life, goals and ‘a true path’ always seemed like a lot of unnecessary pressure and commercialized my time and essence lol.

But I was sitting in the library?? Reading Hillary Clinton’s Democratic Presidential Nomination Acceptance Speech and concession speech for class and it absolutely broke my heart and made me want to go into the forest and scream until I couldn’t anymore.

like, I wanted so badly for the future and the present to be different

She was using phrases like:

“We will build a path to citizenship for millions of immigrants who are already contributing to our economy”

“We will not ban a religion”

“He [Trump] wants us to fear the future and fear each other”

“America would never be a nation where one person had all the power” (and power must be shared and negotiated)

And get this!

She says “I believe in science.” Who knew those would be important statements for a leader.

I don’t want to be political here, this was just so moving for me on a personal level bc HRC wasn’t perfect, but the new left’s emphasis on ideological purity or nothing was ruinous. We are all so in danger and so many people are frightened, she said ‘we are stronger together’ and I miss her so much. What could have been is so heartbreaking that it made me realize what I want to do.

I’ve decided to go work for campaigns and elections, I have a degree in history and political science as well as have interned for my congressmen, I’ve decided to help women specifically get elected bc our voices are so erased and underrepresented.

I’ve never had very good interpersonal skills, but I realized the future is so much more important than my social anxiety and I shouldn’t underestimate my own ability to work hard and develop those skills.

I dunno guys, I’ve just had my moment. And if there is hope maybe in two years the democrats will sweep the house and senate, elect a new speaker of house, impeach Trump and Pence (who has also now been connected to the Russia scandal) and the new democrat speaker of the house would rise to power (this is a very very long shot, but possible)

this nightmare can be over maybe if we work hard enough, and I think, I think I need to be one of those people.

so anyway, I think I’ve decided what to do with my future