Jen. One of the sweetest and coolest people I’ve ever worked with. She could turn her character on like a switch. Cracking jokes in between takes and then snap back into it. We took her to hell and she was completely fine with that. — Niko
So I love that whole ‘Earth is Space Australia’ thing right, and I was thinking… plants.
You know how we repot plants when they grow to big, and how we can just dig up something and put it in our garden and if you’re a halfway decent gardener it’ll be fine? Hell, we can grow plants from small cuttings of bigger plants!
What if alien plants don’t do that? What if aliens don’t even have plants? Some alien that doesn’t understand what that green thing in the ground is watches a human dig around it and pull it out, only to put it back in a weird cup with some dirt?
Another asks why the human just took some pieces from that decoration. What are you going to do with that human? What do you mean you’re going to grow a new decoration?!
not to be that person but…. hating a movie before it comes out because you THINK your favorite character might be getting a storyline you didn’t “want” is really immature and creates uncessary drama over nothing. if it happens AFTER you see the movie? make a fucking scene! but before? just….chiLL
Cristiano wins Portugal’s player of the year at the FPF Quinas de Ouro Awards (20.03.17)
(src: @FCPortoGlobal on twitter)
PT: ”Falar mais um bocadinho… Bom, como disse anteriormente, 2016 foi um ano de sonho - a nível pessoal, a nível coletivo… Aquilo que conquistei no Real Madrid foi super importante - a Liga dos Campeões. Mas acho que a cereja no topo do bolo foi o Europeu, sem dúvida alguma. Foi a primeira vez na história de Portugal e, de certa forma, é especial. Para mim foi especial porque era o último troféu que me faltava e, por isso, fiquei super contente.
Agradecer, uma vez mais, aos meus companheiros do Real Madrid e, obviamente, aos meus companheiros da Seleção, ao mister, todo o staff que esteve connosco, que nos acompanhou e a todos os portugueses - tenho de frisar uma vez mais, porque acho que eles foram super importantes na nossa conquista do Europeu, porque nos deram confiança e fizeram-nos acreditar que, realmente, as equipas favoritas também podem ganhar, e foi isso que aconteceu. As coisas correram… no principio, lembro-me, foi muito difícil, mas a crença sempre esteve presente: no nosso treinador em primeiro lugar, e em todos nós jogadores.
Por isso, foi um ano de excelência - a nível pessoal e a nível coletivo - e, como digo, foi um ano de sonho. Por isso, estou muito contente. Obrigado a todos e… [em espanhol] Pasadlo bien!”
ENG: “Talking some more… Well, as I said before, 2016 was a dream year - at a personal and collective levels… What I achieved in Real Madrid was super important - the Champions League. But I think the icing on the cake was the Euro, without any doubt. It was the first time in the history of Portugal and, in a way, it’s special. To me it was special because it was the last trophy that I was missing and, so, I’m super happy.
Thank you, once again, to my team mates in Real Madrid and, obviously, to my team mates in the National Team, to the mister, to the entire staff that was with us, that accompanied us and to all the portuguese - I’ve got to emphasize this once again, because I think they were super important in our conquest of the Euro, because they gave us confidence and made us believe that, really, the favorite teams can win as well [note: I can’t speak for Cristiano but I think he meant to say the ‘non favorites’ here] and that was what happened. Things were… in the start, I remember, it was really hard, but the belief was always present: in our coach firstly, and in all of us players.
So, it was a year of excellence - at a personal and collective levels - and, as I say, it was a dream year. So, I’m very happy. Thank you to everyone and.. [in spanish] Pasadlo bien!”
It’s never a good thing when Annabeth paces, not for Percy at least. It usually means he’s a in a great amount of trouble. It usually means he’s about to get an earful. He can see it brewing, below the surface of her tanned skin, below her furrowed eyebrows and her pursed lips, below the steely glances she keeps throwing at him like knives.
“Hold still,” the poor, innocent Apollo camper mumbles as he moves to stand in front of Percy, gingerly inspecting his wrist and blocking his angry girlfriend from view.
Annabeth makes herself heard then, if she cannot be seen.
“I just can’t believe it. How many monsters have we fought and you’ve walked away fine? We literally walked through hell and there wasn’t a single broken bone in your body. And a stupid skateboard gets you? How many times to I have to tell you to wear safety pads? And don’t tell me they’re not cool because that doesn’t stop you from wearing that stupid hat, Percy Jackson.”
“Hey, I like this hat.” Percy touches the rim of the blue snapback he’s wearing self-consciously. Annabeth peers around the Apollo kid to roll her eyes at him. “And I never said they were uncool- OW, motherfu-”
He still remembered the looks full of pity he received whenever his friends saw his empty wrists.
He had a soulmate.
Knowing that the person who was supposed to love and cherish him unconditionally was simply not there was— right beside the absence of his parents in his life— the most painful thing that could have happened to him.
Merlin. He had an actual soulmate!
Whereas his first instincts had been to panic, there was now an indescribable feeling of hope and longing bubbling in his chest.
Because, if the words on his wrists were anything to go by, his soulmate had been waiting for him just as much as he had for them.
You’re here. You’re finally here. Thought you were dead. You…
Never mind that the familiarity of those letters still caused an inexplainable rush of anxiety to run through his body.
With newfound determination, Harry Potter followed his new head of house, a certain Professor Slughorn, down into the dungeons until they were standing in front of the entrance to the Slytherin common room.
Maybe this insane mission Dumbledore had sent him on wouldn’t turn out to be so bad after all. At least he could, besides trying to get useful information out of Riddle, try to find his soulmate.
The first thing he noticed about entering the common room was that nothing had really changed from what he could still remember from second year. It was still gloomy, the lake right outside the windows still cast green shadows upon the walls and there was a small fire crackling in the hearth.
He tried to ignore the constant dripping sound echoing throughout room but that still didn’t prevent the flashes of dark chambers and black serpents to dance before his eyes.
The second thing he noticed was that all eyes were on him.
Every person that had been reading, chatting or simply dozing off before was now staring at Harry.
“Listen up, everyone! This-” a hand was placed on his shoulder “is Harry Potter. He’s a transfer student and I am proud tho say that he has been sorted into our house.”
There were quiet whispers traded back and forth now.
Curious expressions on the other’s faces.
But as of now Harry was glad to say that he hadn’t spotted Riddle, yet.
He let his fingers ghost over his wrist. Internally wrestling with the impulse to check it again for any new words.
“… Now, without much further ado, I ask all of you to be kind to our new addition. But maybe someone could volunteer to be Harry’s guide for the first few days until he knows where his classes are and has become a little more familiar with this new environment?” Slughorn let his gaze wander over the crowd questioningly.
Although Harry suspected that he was actually searching for someone specific whom he expected to answer.
His musings proved to be correct when every student simultaneously turned their head the slightest bit in the same direction and a few stepped aside to let a rather tall, brunet male through, whose blue eyes were fixed on his in a predatory manner.
He wished those flashbacks would just s t o p but he simply couldn’t tune out the low hissing of Parseltongue and the sound of snake skin dragging itself across wet stones and oh Merlin Ginny was-
Harry blinked. Slightly perplexed when the dark-lord-to-be inclined his head in a polite nod.
There was a pause.
“Harry. Harry Potter.” He answered eventually. Trying to ignore the tingling on his wrist and the unnerving glint in the other’s eyes.
As well as the bile attempting to claw up his throat at the close proximity of the future-mass-murderer.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Harry Potter.” Then, like an afterthought. “I’m sure we will get along just fine.”
Yeah. Maybe when hell freezes over and Salazar Slytherin starts step dancing on top of the astronomy tower in a pink skirt.
Without waiting for an answer, Riddle turned around— apparently expecting Harry to follow— and strutted off into the general direction of one of the staircases leading further down into the dungeons.
That realization was accompanied by a sharp tug of panic and a thought that hadn’t even occurred to him until now.
Was there maybe more than just one path leading into the Chamber of Secrets?
Rip. Tear. Kill. Let me kill.
No no no nonononononono-
A sudden wave of calm and reassurance washed over Harry and he released a breath he hadn’t even noticed he was holding.
The still new soul bond inside his mind was vibrating with poorly concealed worry and there was a moment’s worth of confusion before he caught on.
His soulmate had felt his distress and had tried to comfort him.
But that was supposed to be impossible.
He hadn’t even met his soulmate yet. The bond shouldn’t be that strong.
Harry cast a quick glance down at his wrist, catching the hastily scribbled phrases of:
Are you okay? Did something happen? Merlin forbid if something happened….
He ripped his gaze away from the words to turn his attention back to Riddle.
Never turn your back to the enemy.
He had learned that lesson the hard way.
But the other hadn’t moved an inch either. Standing before the staircase with a deep frown on his face and something akin to restlessness in his eyes.
Then his gaze settled back on Harry and his expression smoothed over. “I apologize. I spaced out there for a second. Now, shall we? The boy’s dorm is just down there and we need to get you settled in quickly if we want to get to dinner on time.”
With a foreboding sense of doom, Harry followed the Dark-Lord-to-be down the stairs.
This time effectively shutting out the unwelcome images triggered by the dark stone walls encasing them.
What he couldn’t quite shut out, however, was the soft humming of soothing emotions bleeding over the bond, and suddenly he thought that, just maybe, fate didn’t hate him so much after all.
PROMPT argument over which one of them is the others arm candy for a formal event
“You have to wear the Zegna suit, it makes your ass look amazing! I need to show everyone how fantastic my life is, and to do that I need you popping seams and snapping necks.”
Jack ignores Bitty’s protests and hangs the dry cleaning bag on the closet door hook. “You say that like I don’t always look amazing. Listen, I’ll wear the Zegna if you wear the navy Armani with the waistcoat, and the cufflinks Papa gave you for Chanukah.”
Bitty scoffs. “We can’t both look fine as hell, Jack. Just let me have this, please? Do this for me and I’ll wear nothing at the next NHL Awards if you want me to.” Jack shoots him a look and he relents. “Fine. Navy Armani. But I don’t want people to look at me, I want them to look at you!”
“Stop objectifying me, Bittle.”
“What! Stop objectifying you? Seriously? From the man who continually buys me clothing a size too small?”
You wanna really know how to solve problems in a horror film or show?
You go find some Jewish folks and ask them nicely to help you.
Then you have your problem solved.
No seriously think about.
Dealing with some old as fuck monster or being or creature. Great well Jews are so fucking old we have seen rise and fall of pretty much every empire.
Need some obscure as fuck info that can’t be found ok Jews more then likely have it. See we actually passed most of things down orally forever and only fairly recently in our history started writing it down. so we still got info that in most cases would have been destroyed with time.
Dealing with some demon from hell, nice, Jews don’t have a hell so we will be fine. Have a ghost problem, no problem, let us whip up some tea and we will have a nice chat with the ghost and it will be a problem no more.
Dealing with some old “gods” okay we were there when they were born and when they died.
When everyone else was still learning to stand we Jews were already running.
We have been talking about science and the laws of nature while everyone else was freaking the fuck out cause it got dark at night and cold in the winter.
Jews we old as fuck, educated as fuck, knowledgeable as fuck, and if all else fails we will punch the fuck out of whatever.
So next time you got horror shit going on maybe you might want to ask some Jewish folks for help.
Prompts inspired by actual college experiences I’ve had.
-were roommates and i saw you shaving your legs on top of my desk and ‘NO I’m nOT staring’ but holy hell your legs are fine
-We share a major and a few classes so we started talking and I accidentally spilled the beans about my horrible love life so now you’ve made it your mission to get me a date but you got so angry that no one was interested in me so you stepped in as my date yourself
-the classic ‘reach for the last piece of pizza in the lunch line at the same time and our eyes meet’ except I’m a glutton and ready to fite you for that pizza
-I’m walking home from a late night class when I eat shit on the ice and shout 'fUCK mE’ but your dorm window is open so you shout back 'when and where?’ And what why thE HELL DID YOU HANG OUT YOUR WINDOW TO SHOUT THAT?!
-we met at a college party blackout drunk but hey we hold each other’s hair back during the hangover so maybe we’ll work out
-'how you doin’ said lazily across the lounge during a movie night
-you’re the hot kid in the dorm across the hall from me and I’m super fricken shy but you always give me a smile when we pass each other and 'omG YOUre standing at my door asking for my number WhAT?!
-were both teachers of the same major but have very different opinions on how it should be taught and who the most important authors/researchers/artists in that field are. And now our students have gathered in the common green to watch us debate the fuck outta this once and for all (bonus points if one of them ends the debate by asking the other out) (double bonus points if they only say yes AFTER the students/other teacher dares them and bet money that they wouldn’t)
-we live on the same floor and I always seem to run into you when you’re in a towel coming out of the shower. We’ve never said anything about it until I come by with a tour I’m leading and when you see me you just shout 'SERIOUSLY?! Now you’re just doing this on purpose!’
-so you’re a senior in the dorm next to mine and I always here you screaming about some assignment that will be the end of your career as you know it. When your roommate started leaving the room during these episodes I knocked on the door with a mug of coffee/hot cocoa and I’ve never see someone cry so much over a hot beverage are you ok??
-I swear I’m not high I just like staring at the sky and speaking philosophy leave me alone.” “Bummer now who’s gonna smoke this pot with me?” “I never said I didnt smoke. Gimme the joint”