well that might disqualify it then

omg tiberius

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“Seriously, you’ve never dated?” Tony says incredulously.

“I’ve been on dates,” Steve says, and his huge shoulders are creeping up around his ears. He sighs and they sink back down. “They just don’t…go well.”

Tony stares. “What in the name of mathematical engineering are you doing on these dates? People who look like you usually have to beat them off with a stick even with the personality of a mud puddle.”

Steve rubs the back of his head. “You know that conversation where I told you I was lying to you and would continue lying to you?”

Tony feels his eyes go wide. “You didn’t. With all of them?”

Steve laughs awkwardly. “Yeah. And, uh—” his eyes skip sideways, “—usually on the first date.”

“Oh my god.”

Steve looks up at Tony and smiles crookedly. “Kept putting it off when it came to you.” He looks down at his fingers, laced together between his knees. “Wasn’t ready to see you go.”

Tony’s heart flutters wildly in his chest. “Well, you’re lucky I’m so lacking in self-preservation instincts.”

“That I am,” Steve says, and Tony feels entirely overwhelmed by the intensity in Steve’s blue, blue eyes.

After a moment, Steve’s expression turns chagrined. “I don’t like to lie. Not to the people I care about, anyway.” That qualifier intrigues Tony. “That’s why I do it. People don’t tend to take it that well though.”

“Funny, that.”

“Yeah,” Steve replies dryly. “Can’t imagine why that doesn’t go over so well.”

“So who do you lie to?” Tony asks, only half-heartedly trying to keep the mischief out of his voice.

Steve flushes red. “Ah. Well. My enlistment forms, for one.”

“No shit!” Tony says gleefully.

“I used to have…medical problems that would have gotten me disqualified, so I bent the truth a little.”

“You lied to the government.” Tony can’t believe it. It’s too good. Steve seems like such a goody-two-shoes.

“The government doesn’t deserve the truth,” Steve says and Tony might just fall a teeny, tiny bit in love with him then. Guilt twists in his gut. The humor and mischief fades out of Steve’s expression. “There are people out there laying down their lives for this country, and I don’t have a right to do any less.”

It strikes Tony that it’s entirely possible that Steve could have been one of the soldiers who had died in the caravan he’d been taken from. If he’d been stationed differently—

Tony has the sudden horrifying thought that it could have been one of his weapons that cost Bucky his arm.

Steve frowns. “Are you okay, Tony?”

“Huh? Sure. Yeah,” Tony replies, but his mind is on the weapons the Ten Rings had had. The weapons that he had made. That had destroyed Gulmira. That could have taken Steve’s best friend’s arm. And his weapons are still out there.

He feels sick.

“I’ve got something I need to do,” Tony says, and pushes abruptly to his feet. He feels awful for the astonishment on Steve’s face, but he can’t sit here and—

“Bye, Tony,” Steve calls after him, bewildered.

with my head in the clouds, i start to run and then i fall

I’m not sure what this is??? but i guess i can describe them as smol drabbles of simbar moments we’ve had so far. 

Possibly a part 1, not sure yet about that, lmao. 

No, it’s not proofread. 

She doesn’t know why she does it at first; why her instincts tell her to convince him she’s changed.

Part of her thinks it’s because he’s liked by everyone, that because if Simón believes it then Luna and everyone else will, too. Another part, a smaller one, isn’t as convinced. After all, he’s a great partner, and has always been nice to her. He’s never done something to justify her faulting him.

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VAV’s ‘1st VAMPZ Proficiency Test’ - Behind the Cut #1

Wow! So here is the exam hall for ‘1st VAMPZ Proficiency Test’.

All VAMPZ might have took the test
through <VAV Fan Cafe Event #1: 1st VAMPZ Proficiency Test>,

but don’t you curious about VAV? Can they get 100% correct???

How well do you know about VAV?.JPG

Serious atmosphere in the exam hall!!!
(Exam Time: 6 Minutes)

Each members take the test in their own style,








So how’s the result???









Ww will release it NEXT POST!!!

(*PS) How about our CEO, Ryan? Can he get full marks?

Ryan : The youngest member…? Ziu: (Me, It’s me)

anonymous asked:

Who is best dad

J: Recently what my dad has done for me came to light - and I do love him!  I just can’t forget what he put me and mom through. 
G:  In that case I suppose my biological parentage is disqualified.  I’ve still never met him… It would have to be my Father, who inspired me to become the person I am today.  
J: Okay, what’s his name?
G:  No idea.  He was a boss, though. 
J: … Eh, still better than mine I guess.  You seem happy. 

@dailyshadowdio @badlydrawnoceanman @daily6tarokujo @badlydrawnjonajoestar ( : (mun doesn’t know em all but might as well)

Edit: @sutakujo (and anyone else! ur all invited!)

Impress me with your absurd knowledge

Wordcount: 1557

Genre: Awkwardness. Pure Awkwardness.

Summary: You always wanted to talk to Alexander Hamilton, and talking about a deceased president seems like the right topic to talk about.

Pairing: Alexander x Reader

AU: Highschool

Warnings: Swearing. Awkwardness.

Note: I had this idea after a can of Dr. Pepper and I honestly don’t think this was my best writing, I kinda just wanted to squeeze something out, so i had another fic. Also there happens nothing in this fic. No Kissing, no innuendos. Next time surely tho!!!

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5 Lines That Will Keep a Conversation Going

By Steve Errey, The Daily Muse, October 31, 2014

We’ve all been there: Those moments when your head goes blank just as the last few words trickle out of the conversation, and you stand there in an awkward silence that makes you feel like a smudge on the social stage. You pile pressure on yourself to think of something smart, to tell an interesting story, or to reference something relevant, and you come up with a big fat zero.

So, in an effort to be helpful, here are five lines to keep the conversation going.

1. Tell Me More About… This one’s gold, not only because it offers you a simple way to leverage something you already know about who you’re with or something he or she has already told you, but because it feels flattering to have someone ask you to go deeper into a topic.

Tell me more about how that works. Tell me more about your thinking there. You mentioned [insert project/challenge/idea]–tell me more about how you’re approaching that. This line shows you’re interested in more than pleasantries and demonstrates your curiosity in learning about others.

Plus, you can use it for just about everyone–whether or not you really know about what they do.

2. What’s the Best Part of…? What’s the best part of your role? What’s your favorite part of what you do? What lights you up in your business?

This is a personal favorite, because it adds a real splash of color when you’re in a situation that could be dry and grey. Asking this question takes people to their sweet spot–the place where they feel things flowing and the place where they’re at their best. And who doesn’t like to go there?

3. How Did You Get Into…? People love stories. People have stories. People love to tell their stories.

Asking someone how they got into their line of work, how they got interested in their subject area, or how they crafted their role will open up all kinds of stories and discussion points.

And even if you get the classic “I just sort of stumbled into it” response, you can then ask what area they’ve always wanted to work in. It’s a conversational gold mine.

4. What’s Your Biggest Challenge? There isn’t a business on the planet that doesn’t have its challenges. New competitors, integrating digital, recruiting the best people, or any one of a gazillion other factors are challenges that business needs to roll with.

Asking about someone’s biggest challenge not only adds some serious meat to the conversational platter, but it might just help frame things or provide a fresh insight in the mind of the person you’re speaking to.

Keeping the conversation going and being helpful? Love it.

5. What’s Your Favorite Cheese? You might think that I’ve lost it at this point. Cheese? Well, while this appeals to my flippant and often ridiculous sense of humor, throwing in a curve ball cuts through the expectation that everyone needs to be “professional,” often makes people laugh, and gives a shot of energy into proceedings. A question like this might result in a story about a beautiful meal in Europe, it might turn into a debate about what the king of cheese is, or it might get into a conversation about a local farmers market.

You might be surprised; don’t disqualify the flippant as a conversation-starter.

The Golden Rule. As a final point, the golden rule of conversation starters isn’t to rack your brain for another story or another bunch of details about a story you’ve already told. Nobody likes hanging out with that guy. You don’t need to be interesting, you just need to be interested.

Not every day of the thirty is fun. Darius manages to dodge Liam’s questions about why he was disqualified until day three. It might have been day five, but the young man has gotten to know him well and pesters him until he nearly yells at Liam. The resulting conversation is nothing like Darius expects.

“Are you symptomatic yet?” They’re standing, leaning against the wall, several feet apart from each other in the main room of the Treehouse.

“Just small things.”

“So, it’s just starting?”

“Yeah.” Darius can’t look up, can’t meet Liam’s eyes.


“Okay?” Darius looks up in surprise.

“What did you expect?”

“More of a reaction, I guess.”

“Did you want more of a reaction?”

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A person who said they planned to euthanize all cats & dogs because they are a drain on resources would never get elected. A person who said they planned to round up all children and put them in work camps to teach them work ethic would never get elected.  It doesn’t matter if these things weren’t a large part of their platform or if they’d also said things most people agreed with. 

They. Would. Never. Be. Elected. 

There wouldn’t be people saying “Just because people voted for them doesn’t mean they don’t care about children or animals! Don’t generalize! That’s not fair!” No one would take seriously assertions that “Oh well that’s not why I voted for them. It was about the Supreme Court." 

Why? Because as a people we’ve decided that children are important and valuable. We’ve decided that cats and dogs are living beings that shouldn’t be abused. Voting for such a person, no matter the rest of their platform, would be unthinkable. Because we understand that voting for someone who says they’re gonna do sick things could give them the power to do those sick things. 

This is what I mean when I say Trump voters are racist, xenophobic, islamophobic, & misogynistic. Because they agree, either overtly or tacitly, with the vile things Trump & Pence have said and done. There’s a reason the only demographic Trump won was white people. We can’t just spend a year and a half analyzing "the Black vote,” “the Latino vote,” “the blue collar/middle class/upper class white vote,” and then try to pretend that race didn’t factor into how people voted. I mean the only consistent indicator of how someone voted, after you control for gender, geographic location, age, education level, and class, was race! White people en masse went to the polls & proclaimed that people of color are expendable. 

Voting for Trump at the very least means you don’t think the racist, xenophobic, islamophobic, homophobic, misogynistic, ableist, anti-semitic things he & his team said, did, and proposed disqualify him from being president. You, at the very least, have cast your vote to allow those things to go on. You might not wanna exterminate the rest of us yourself, but you’re willing to sit and watch. 

These Trump voters keep saying “Well, those aren’t the reasons I voted for him,” but, they should’ve been the reasons they didn’t.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Do you think Christians who have sex and don't regret it/dont feel the need to stop doing it even though they still firmly believe in Christ are bad? Like is it possible to be a devout lover of Jesus and still have sex with your girlfriend regularly without feeling shame for it or like its wrong?? Yes, I am talking about myself. I don't feel bad about it, its a special beautiful act with my love. It doesn't feel wrong. I love Jesus, I'm a strong believer. Is it wrong that I don't feel guilt?

I mean, it isn’t what I think. Biblically, you’re living in sin. I don’t think you’re alone in that, but I do think it means you are mishandling grace, and whether you want to be made aware of it or not, if the spirit is in you, there will be a disconnect between you and God due to your conscious decision to habitually disregard his holiness and consequently disregard your sin. In the Psalms, purity is compared to gold. Sure, gold is valuable, but I think David was going beyond that point. The reason that gold is valuable is because it is the same on the inside as it is on the outside. What you explained is just that you want to belong to God, but you don’t want to serve him. That’s a divided heart that is unable to fully love your partner or God because you’ve chosen pleasure over sacrificial love that trusts the character of God. While purity pertains to matters of sexuality, it has to do with much more in addressing the heart. I don’t think the desensitization to feelings of guilt is abnormal, but just evidence that your love for Jesus is conditional in that you do not trust Him in how he has designed marriage and sex, and the implications will have consequences on your ability to be an effective part of the body of Christ, if you’re even involved, because you will be forced to either hide your sin or face it–one robs you of freedom (though, ironically, your flesh will tell you the opposite), and the other fosters it. You might be a strong believer, but Jesus never said be a strong believer… he said to take up your cross and follow Him. Repentance is not an exclusive call to those who feel emotionally stirred with guilt… it is a call to those who wish to be brought near to God. Check out this video on grace. I think it will provide some helpful insight. Know I’m praying for you and your girlfriend. I say this all with love and humility knowing full and well my own short comings that disqualify me greatly from judging you. 

for more content on matters of sexuality, you can add “/search/sexuality” after my asklaurenbritt and yesdarlingido urls. there’s way too many to link.

'Tis The Season: Day Eleven - Snowball Fight

Day Eleven!<3

“Ah!” You yelp, wriggling as the cold snow slips down your back. You hear a triumphant yell from behind you, and you launch yourself off behind a tree. It’s not a massive defense, but it could be helpful.

The snow hasn’t stopped falling since yesterday morning, creating a generous blanket that’s at least two feet deep over the area around the bunker. The snowman that the three of you built yesterday still stands, though he’s lost an eye and his scarf is frozen solid.

The damned snowman is taller than you are.

“You can run, but you can’t hide. Actually, can you even run in this?” Dean taunts somewhere behind you. You scream as another ball of packed snow whizzes past your ear.

You dash forward, using the cover of the thick flurries to mask your movements. The four of you are pitted against one another – however, Gabriel keeps cheating and is half-disqualified but once or twice you’ve been winded by a flying ball the size of a beachball.

You scoop up a heap of snow, molding it into a ball between your gloved hands. Hearing a noise behind you, you spin around and launch it in that direction. Sam yells out, and you whoop before running off. Well, jumping might be a better description, seeing as the snow is as deep as your knees are high.

Footprints are your downfall in this situation, but equally, they’re your advantage when it comes to finding the guys. Your eyes land on a tree, the lowest branch just within your grasp. You grin.

It’s snow-covered, but you manage to wriggle up a few branches. First, you just have to wait for someone to walk past…

“Y/N?” Sam’s voice is almost singsong, “I’m gonna get you back for that.”

You look down at his approaching figure, feeling rather like a bird. You lay on your front on the branch, and, just as he passes underneath, you shake it just do that the snow falls down onto his head.

He yelps as the freezing white powder falls all over him. You don’t have much time to celebrate, however, as the shaking of the branch, the iciness of the bark, and the gloves on your hands combine into one, making you slip all the way around. In your shock, you let go of the branch, and fall to the ground with a scream. Sam yelps, leaping away from the tree trunk. You land fairly safely – you weren’t that far up anyway, plus the cushioning of the snow – but nonetheless, you keep your eyes closed. You hold in a breath, letting the frozen snow seep into your bones.

“Y/N?” Sam whispers, somewhat panicked. “Y/N!”



Donkey! You nearly laugh, but manage to keep a straight face. Sam leans down, so close to your face that you can feel his warm breath against your frozen cheeks. Then, at the last moment, you leap up and pull him down into the snow. He yells as the cold hits him, but you’re both laughing too hard to care. Dean comes running, and upon seeing you both lying in the snow, rosy-cheeked, noses tipped with crimson, he laughs too.

How Watson came back to life to save Holmes

In HLV, Sherlock’s heart starts beating again because “John Watson is definitely in danger”. In the ACD canon, Watson defeats certain madness and death in The Devil’s Foot because he realises that Holmes will die if he, Watson, does not save him. Else, that story is quite telling as well: it is far too romantic in its descriptions, Watson refers to “discretion”, a mirror to Holmes commits a crime in passionate revenge, and Holmes and Watson are living in an isolated cottage in Cornwall, for crying out loud! (And I think that there might be only one bedroom, by the way.)

My participation in some of his adventures was always a privilege which entailed discretion and reticence upon me.

It was, then, in the spring of the year 1897 that Holmes’s iron constitution showed some symptoms of giving way […][H]e was induced at last, on the threat of being permanently disqualified from work, to give himself a complete change of scene and air. Thus it was that in the early spring of that year we found ourselves together in a small cottage near Poldhu Bay, at the further extremity of the Cornish peninsula.

What follows now is a ridiculously long and romantic description of bleak but heartbreakingly beautiful Cornwall. Which would be entirely unnecessary if the story’s main point was actually to show a detective’s work and not to become the perfect covert romance.  

[They] entered abruptly into our little sitting-room on Tuesday, March the 16th, shortly after our breakfast hour, as we were smoking together, preparatory to our daily excursion upon the moors.

“Mr. Holmes,” said the vicar in an agitated voice, “the most extraordinary and tragic affair has occurred during the night. It is the most unheard-of business. We can only regard it as a special Providence that you should chance to be here at the time, for in all England you are the one man we need.”

I glared at the intrusive vicar with no very friendly eyes; but Holmes took his pipe from his lips and sat up in his chair like an old hound who hears the view-halloa.

First of all, they are so snug in “our” cottage after “our” breakfast, intending to take “our” walks. Secondly, Watson “glaring” at a vicar, trying to protect Holmes, is just a perfect image. He will not succeed, of course, and they go investigate.

My friend smiled and laid his hand upon my arm. “I think, Watson, that I shall resume that course of tobacco-poisoning which you have so often and so justly condemned,” said he. “With your permission, gentlemen, we will now return to our cottage, for I am not aware that any new factor is likely to come to our notice here. I will turn the facts over in my mind […]”

(If I were single and with a friend, I personally would not call a holiday cottage “ours”. Here it is done all the time.)

Finally he laid down his pipe and sprang to his feet.

“It won’t do, Watson!” said he with a laugh. “Let us walk along the cliffs together and search for flint arrows. We are more likely to find them than clues to this problem. To let the brain work without sufficient material is like racing an engine. It racks itself to pieces. The sea air, sunshine, and patience, Watson–all else will come.

"Now, let us calmly define our position, Watson,” he continued as we skirted the cliffs together.

Holmes is not getting anywhere with his theories, so what does he do? Take Watson on a romantic walk on the Cornwall coast.

I was shaving at my window in the morning when I heard the rattle of hoofs and, looking up, saw a dog-cart coming at a gallop down the road. It pulled up at our door, and our friend, the vicar, sprang from it and rushed up our garden path. Holmes was already dressed, and we hastened down to meet him.

“My window” sounds like there was one room with several windows to me, but that is not really conclusive. What is, though, is that Watson does not mention what Holmes was doing “already dressed” (implying he was not, before) in the same room as Watson, which is still shaving.

One realized the red-hot energy which underlay Holmes’s phlegmatic exterior when one saw the sudden change which came over him from the moment that he entered the fatal apartment. In an instant he was tense and alert, his eyes shining, his face set, his limbs quivering with eager activity.

I do not feel like I needed to say anything about this.

Another experiment which he made was of a more unpleasant nature, and one which I am not likely ever to forget.

No, you will not forget that experiment, and for a very good reason…

“[W]e will, however, take the precaution to open our window to avoid the premature decease of two deserving members of society, and you will seat yourself near that open window in an armchair unless, like a sensible man, you determine to have nothing to do with the affair. Oh, you will see it out, will you? I thought I knew my Watson. This chair I will place opposite yours, so that we may be the same distance from the poison and face to face. […]”

They were not long in coming. I had hardly settled in my chair before I was conscious of a thick, musky odour, subtle and nauseous. At the very first whiff of it my brain and my imagination were beyond all control. A thick, black cloud swirled before my eyes, and my mind told me that in this cloud, unseen as yet, but about to spring out upon my appalled senses, lurked all that was vaguely horrible, all that was monstrous and inconceivably wicked in the universe. Vague shapes swirled and swam amid the dark cloud-bank, each a menace and a warning of something coming, the advent of some unspeakable dweller upon the threshold, whose very shadow would blast my soul. A freezing horror took possession of me. I felt that my hair was rising, that my eyes were protruding, that my mouth was opened, and my tongue like leather. The turmoil within my brain was such that something must surely snap. I tried to scream and was vaguely aware of some hoarse croak which was my own voice, but distant and detached from myself. At the same moment, in some effort of escape, I broke through that cloud of despair and had a glimpse of Holmes’s face, white, rigid, and drawn with horror–the very look which I had seen upon the features of the dead. It was that vision which gave me an instant of sanity and of strength. I dashed from my chair, threw my arms round Holmes, and together we lurched through the door, and an instant afterwards had thrown ourselves down upon the grass plot and were lying side by side, conscious only of the glorious sunshine which was bursting its way through the hellish cloud of terror which had girt us in. Slowly it rose from our souls like the mists from a landscape until peace and reason had returned, and we were sitting upon the grass, wiping our clammy foreheads, and looking with apprehension at each other to mark the last traces of that terrific experience which we had undergone.

“Upon my word, Watson!” said Holmes at last with an unsteady voice, “I owe you both my thanks and an apology. It was an unjustifiable experiment even for one’s self, and doubly so for a friend. I am really very sorry.”

“You know,” I answered with some emotion, for I have never seen so much of Holmes’s heart before, “that it is my greatest joy and privilege to help you.”

Finding a more romantic scene in any book whatsoever is impossible. At least, I am a book-addict and have failed to find any for years and years.

For a moment I wished that I were armed. Sterndale’s fierce face turned to a dusky red, his eyes glared, and the knotted, passionate veins started out in his forehead, while he sprang forward with clenched hands towards my companion.

Watson wishes for a gun because Holmes is threatened. It reminds me of Holmes swearing to Killer Evans that he would kill him if he murdered Watson. It goes both ways.

Sterndale sat down with a gasp, overawed for, perhaps, the first time in his adventurous life. There was a calm assurance of power in Holmes’s manner which could not be withstood.

Reading such statements is painful because they are so obvious…

“Should I appeal to the law? Where were my proofs? I knew that the facts were true, but could I help to make a jury of countrymen believe so fantastic a story? I might or I might not. But I could not afford to fail. My soul cried out for revenge. I have said to you once before, Mr. Holmes, that I have spent much of my life outside the law, and that I have come at last to be a law to myself.

Dr Leon Sterndale serves as a mirror for Holmes: he determines what is just, and Holmes understands him and lets him go. What is interesting is that Holmes’s mirror is a man who committed a crime in revenge because he passionately loved somebody. And we all know that Holmes would kill for Watson (3GAR).

Perhaps, if you loved a woman, you would have done as much yourself. At any rate, I am in your hands. You can take what steps you like. As I have already said, there is no man living who can fear death less than I do.”

[Holmes lets Sterndale go.]

“You would not denounce the man?”

“Certainly not,” I answered.

I have never loved, Watson, but if I did and if the woman I loved had met such an end, I might act even as our lawless lion-hunter has done. Who knows?

Two things of importance: a) Sterndale knows/assumes that Holmes does not “love a woman”, and b) we should not believe Holmes’s statement for a few valid reasons. Apart from the fact that we know that Holmes is perfectly capable of love, Holmes himself will take Sterndale’s stance in 3GAR, and moreover, what Holmes says is a verbal repetition of Sterndale’s assertion and really does not sound like something Holmes would say sua sponte.

And now, my dear Watson, I think we may dismiss the matter from our mind […].”

Please take a moment to appreciate the singular form of “mind”: they share their thoughts. Beautiful.

anonymous asked:

Hey I get where you're coming from but saying whites don't experience racism isn't true when you consider Roma and Travellers (that said white people don't experience racism /from POC/, whites only experience only inter-white racism)

I am not very well versed in Roma and Traveller culture, so anyone who is more educated than I should definitely, chime in/ correct me.

That being said, I think the description of prejudice within an individual racial group somewhat disqualifies that prejudice from being considered racism. 

Not to say that Romani people or Travellers cannot be oppressed, but since “white” is a shared attribute, it is not necessarily the basis of their oppression, and is not racism. Xenophobia or classism might be a better way to describe their treatment.

Of course, this only applies if the marginalized people in question are in fact white. 

YYH 30 Day Challenge Day (shut up): One thing you would change

So the version I reblogged doesn’t have this question but I like it and I’m answering it anyway.

Hiei and Kurama needed to lose more. 

Don’t look at me like that. 

Togashi sort of wrote himself into a corner during the Dark Tournament. Like, I get it, Yusuke is the main character, so he can’t lose, and Mysterious-Masked-Fighter-Who-Is-Totally-Not-Genkai is Mysterious and Totally Not Genkai, so she can’t lose, either. She needs the street cred. 

But the Urameshi Team can’t just breeze their way to the finals, because that’s boring as hell, so that leaves the burden of providing proper dramatic suspense pretty much entirely on Kuwabara’s shoulders. 

Because Togashi had ALSO established by this point that Hiei and Kurama are total badasses. It’s genuinely hard to picture them losing, because they’re Just That Damn Good. The only fights Hiei loses are to Yusuke (main character), Sensui (Big Bad defeated by main character), and Mukuro (stone cold badass). Hiei’s fights are fun to watch because you can yell “GET REKT” and have the second syllable be entirely too late, but he tends to overwhelm his opponents with sheer badassery. There’s not a lot to latch onto. 

Kurama losing to Karasu on the ten count is actually my favorite plot twist in the entire series for this reason. It’s one of his best fights because it’s the only time we actually think he might lose. After watching Kurama outthink everyone for 40 episodes, forcing him into a situation where his cleverness isn’t quite enough is the most interesting thing you can do with him.    

And it frees Kuwabara up to not be the obligatory loser for a round. Most of his fights aren’t lost because he’s a lesser fighter– Rinku was terrified of fighting him any longer. They’re lost because, well, fuck, he’ll do something stupid so Kurama and Hiei don’t have to. Kuwabara’s best moment in the tournament comes about because they literally disqualified everyone else first. 

Honestly, my second favorite plot twist? Kuwabara skipping the last arc and getting into a good high school while Kurama, Hiei, and Yusuke get beat up and outsmarted by Mukuro and Yomi. A+ would watch again <3

spidey-loving-starkid  asked:

Which event would each Avenger compete in if they were forced to compete in the Olympics? Do any of them win medals?

Tony: Judge. If there was ever a time to use his connections and powers of persuasion, it’s now. He’s even able to bounce around and judge all the events his teammates participate in. What’s most important, though, is that Tony did research ahead of time. He respects the Olympics and what they stand for, and he has no intentions of coming in and throwing off the other judges. He learns how everything is scored and what to look for in a quality performance, and even finds that (very reluctantly), the committee has requested he consider coming back to judge the Winter Olympics. 

Steve: 1500m Men’s Race. Running is a breeze for him, so he decides to randomly select a race to do. However, he knows he has an unfair advantage, so he decides to stay in first for the majority of the race but then back off towards the end to take silver and let someone else feel victorious af because they “beat” him and got the gold. Sadly, though, his plan fails, and the winner of the gold knows exactly what happened.

Sam: 1500m Men’s Race. Gold. He just sort of randomly picks a sport to do, and it just so happens that he chooses to run. He’s so focused, though, that he doesn’t notice that Steve is also in it until he hears “on your left”. For the rest of the duration of the Olympic games, the obscenities he’s caught mouthing become somewhat of a joke. Especially after he looks beyond pissed off when he wins the gold.  

Bucky: Men’s Heavyweight Judo. He’s fantastic at hand-to-hand combat, so he might as well put his talents to use. His arm, however, becomes extremely controversial because obviously they’ve never run into a case like his so there’s no rule about mechanical limbs, and all drug tests came back clean. However, much to the committee’s relief, he was disqualified after getting a bit too rough. 

Nat: Individual All-Round Women's Gymnastics. She’s super nimble and graceful af so I think she’d definitely take the gold. Though, the medal wouldn’t be as important to her as the thought that maybe, just maybe her trainers from the Red Room are watching in disgust as she proudly represents the country that was supposed to be enemy number one. 

Clint: Archery. I think it goes without saying that he’d get gold

Wanda: Equestrian Jumping. She probably doesn’t have a ton of experience riding horses, but she is able to “connect” with her horse. Granted, a horse is not a human. She can’t read its thoughts or talk to them–nor would she attempt to, seeing as that’s essentially cheating. Instead she’d read its energy and project her own to help get in sync with one another. But she’s also still mastering her abilities, and that includes energy projection/reading, so she ends up with the silver medal.

Thor: 94kg Men’s Weightlifting. The dude is already ripped af and a fucking god. Sure, it’s not like he’s picking up pillows, but compared to the other opponents, he definitely makes it look like that. After winning gold, he goes through a series of drug tests, only for people to decide that he’s just some prestigious medical marvel. 

T’Challa: Men’s Team Gymnastics. Everyone is fascinated because this is the first time Wakanda has participated in the Olympic games. Everyone is even more fascinated because the king is participating. He comes out with his badass squad. Kicks ass. Easily takes the gold

Scott: Lightweight Men’s Boxing. He figures that if he can deal with prison fights and training with Hope, boxing should be no problem. He is very wrong and just barely gets by coming in fifth place.

Spidey: Table Tennis. The perfect event to make good use of his “spidey senses”. It’s difficult for him, though. Part of him knows that the other players have an extreme disadvantage against him, but the other part is dedicated to making Aunt May proud (plus, he’s at the fucking Olympics which is amazing enough). He goes with the latter and takes the gold. 

Vision: Men’s Volleyball. He knows nothing about sports, but after a briefing by Tony, he picks it up pretty quickly.It’s also nice because he’s able to have a teammate who can coach him a bit as they play. Unfortunately, he fails to realize that flying is not okay when playing any sport at all, really, and needless to say, he is disqualified because wtf. 

Bruce: Men’s Volleyball. He volunteers to keep an eye on Vision, and lowkey hopes that Vision will be able to carry both their weight. Unfortunately, they are disqualified after the flying fiasco. 


So it turns out that I lost the original of this post (yay me) ((i’m so sorry)) so I’m making a new one. Here’s the deal.

Reblog ((NO LIKES. IF YOU LIKE THIS, YOU’LL BE DISQUALIFIED, ALSO I MIGHT ACTUALLY MACHETE YOUR FACE OFF)) this post BY March 10 and I will write your url down in a zine I’m giving Frank on the 12. Reblogs after the 10  will not be counted.

PLEASE reblog this post ONLY ONCE. It makes my job so much easier and avoids repeated urls. 

Also, a friendly reminder that I need your letters/stuff for Frank BY March 10 as well. Please mail or submit to me in time for me to get everything before the 12. If you’ve forgotten my address, don’t be afraid to ask for it again!

Thank you, and keep running, Killjoys!


Giveaway time! This one’s for the extra Fall Out Boy merch I got with my Wintour tickets. This giveaway’s mainly for my pre-existing followers. So if you’re one of my followers, just like this post to enter. If you’re not, you have to reblog. One entry per person; liking and reblogging once is fine, regardless of whether or not you follow me (but it still counts as one entry). Reblogging twice disqualifies you.

Prize 1: The Official Wintour Poster, limited to 2700. Hand numbered 1291. Came with VIP passes.

Prize 2: Premium Merch Pack, comes with a snapback, button pack, guitar pick pack, and tour passport containing a limited holographic ticket (numbered 0517). Came with pit tickets.

First winner will get their pick of the two prizes. Second winner will get the other one. All this stuff is brand new. Since I went to two dates I have two of each item, so I figured I might as well give the extras away to my followers. Giveaway ends at midnight EST on May 8th. Good luck!