you ull be the end of me

So, I’m a Mercy main, because why else would I be on this blog being salty? But this story actually starts with me not playing mercy. It starts in arcade mode. Why?

1. I have over 70 hours on mercy

2. I have lost all faith in humanity.

3. I’m tired of babysitting.

I wanted some clusterfuck runs, some chillin with the enemy team runs, the type of general fuckery that used to happen in quickplay before Blizzard took hero stacking away from us. (yes, i really do miss having three hanzos on a team.) i wanted some nice, casual, fun.

instead i got this asshat.

This Asshat, as he will now be referred to, thought we were in comp or something. He kept bitching over voice chat about how we weren’t playing as a team, and we were going to lose, and he was the best player here and kept taking out the torb turrets.

1. no shit, asshat, we have two widowmakers and symmetra keeps portaling herself off cliffs. thats what were here for.

2. I honest to god do not care about losing. im having fun, dammit. :(

3. the enemy team has two or three torbs. as dva, ive taken out about 5 turrets by now. No, you are not, in fact, the mvp for killing one.

This Asshat’s main complaint, naturally, is our lack of a healer. specifically, our lack of a healer whos pocketing him. Yes, he actually said that. I fired back something about how I am here for one reason and one reason only, which happens to be, yknow, not playing Mercy. 

Asshat starts raging. 

Now Ive gone from being a “useless” teammate to the literal bane of his existence. It’s people like me that manage to singlehandedly throw every lost match in the history of the game and also I’m the leading cause of cancer in the US. There was a lot more swearing and slurs, but you get the idea.

Here’s the kicker.

“ur probably a shit mercy anyway u [r-slur] bitch. u just dont want to heal me bc u know im better than ull ever be [f-slur]”

I fire back some it-seemed-witty-at-the-time comment and end the game with a solid 0-2 loss and a decent card. Ingame, I seem calm, cool, and collected. But I know. I know, and I’m just hoping he doesnt. He won. I’m mad.

The thing about me is that I am unfortunately a very calm person. I say unfortunately, becuase spite works miracles. 

I bascially ragequit, if its considered ragequitting after the game is over and hes already out of my life hopefully forever. No more Ms. Nice Mercy. Ive gotta prove myself now.

Load up quickplay. Pick Mercy before anyone else can even look at the options. Absolutely demand tanks until we have three. Run out to defend the hollywood jackass’s limo with a fire in my heart, a team already scared into submission, and anger tears in my eyes.

This is gonna be great.

1. The other team has a Mercy, too. Not for long. She’s watching out for our tanks, not me and my peashooter.

2. Our Rein is doing a great job of shielding everyone. Put it down, bub, y'all’re gonna get shot and I’m gonna fix it. 

3. The enemy Widow lands a bodyshot. I make reaper flank her so I can fly up there and peashoot/slap her to death.

It goes on like this.

I’m bossy, demanding, and very, very good at it. Someone on the other team gets POTG for a pretty nice ult, we all compliment each other, I thank my team profusely for going along with my useless revenge plot, life goes on.

And that’s the story of the first time I broke 20k healing :)

Must Love Cats- Chapter Five

Levy hadn’t planned on being a pet sitter when she’d moved into the city. She also hadn’t planned on pet sitting for a sex god either, but here she was.

AKA the one where Levy is a pet sitter, Gajeel is her client, and Lily is the glue that binds them together.

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anonymous asked:

would you recommend someone to start naruto? i asked all my friends who read naruto and they said not to

oh it rly depends on ur interests/attention span but, id say yes!! i read it all in 2 weeks in december and have since gotten several friends into it w me. my friend @tiredsasuke had never watched it before at all but we watched most of it within a few months and she lovs it now lol 

if you can read manga easily, id recommend the manga bc its muuuch better paced. esp early naruto anime just… drags on jgkdfh. and ull know pretty quick if the manga is ur kinda thing!

one of the big bummers is that its pretty much agreed the writing gets worse toward the end but theres not rly a clear point to… stop. if u get bored u get bored rly kgdkjf if u read most of part 2 u’ll know enough for fandom tbh. also i wud recommend stopping at chapter 699 if u get tht far - chapter 700 is evil

anonymous asked:

Hi! I've been reading founding fathers for almost as long as uve been writing it and it really gave me something to look forward too, twice a week I would get ecstatic every time I saw an update. as much as I'm sad to see it come to an end I'm also very very excited to see what ull do as I'm sure whatever u write it will be meaningful and beautiful as it has been throughout. Thank you for a fantastic year !!!!!

Hi!

It makes me really happy that you like the story so much, and it means a lot to me that you stuck with it all this time.

People like you are the ones who made this year fantastic.

Thank you, so much.

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DEIXAR-TE UN DIA
Ja declinava el vespre que tu deus haver oblidat,
caminàvem rumb a casa, el sol s’amagava entre terrats.
La teva veu sonava lluny com el xiulet de trens perduts, 
com la remor d’un riu nascut en cims nevats, muntanya amunt.
I aquella idea il·legal m’anava inundant el cap;
m’hauràs de disculpar, amor meu, que vaig pensar deixar-te un dia, abandonar-te a la teva sort.
Només esperava, en silenci, que es presentés el moment de fer-ho volar tot pels aires fent veure que era un accident.
Diria unes paraules greus mirant a l’infinit, 
les sentia dins la boca tenses, preparades per sortir.
Venien frases solemnes que ens matarien com a un poltre coix,
venia arrossegar el cos mort del nostre amor fins a un racó discret 
per amagar-lo entre les flors.
Oh savis que aneu predicant pels carrers 
que l'amor es transforma amb els anys.
Veniu urgentment a explicar-nos si es transforma tant, 
si es transforma tant, 
si es transforma tant, 
si es transforma tant! 
Ja s’intuïa a l’horitzó la costa verge d’un nou món,
ja em desplaçava més lleuger, alliberat del pes del teu amor.
Ja se sentia algú rient, l’escalfor d’una altra gent,
un altre cos, una altra veu capaç de fer-me més content.
Ja m’allunyava caminant mirant els ulls als vianants.
Sabeu el meu futur? Avui li he disparat amb munició de plata 
apuntant directe al cor.
En aturar-nos per creuar vas agafar-me la mà. 
Vaig tornar una bola rasa a un nen que jugava en un portal.
No ho expliquis a ta mare, que m’escopirà el proper Nadal.

 

LEAVING YOU THAT DAY
The evening that you’ve probably forgotten was coming to an end,
we were walking home, the sun was hiding behind roofs.
Your voice sounded far away like the whistle of lost trains,
like the murmur of a river born in snow-capped summits, up in the mountains.
And that illegal idea was flooding my mind;
You’ll have to excuse me, my love, I considered leaving you that day, 
abandoning you to your fate.
I was only waiting, in silence, for the right moment to come 
and blow everything up pretending that it was an accident.
I would say some deep words looking up at infinity,
I felt them tense inside my mouth, ready to come out.
Solemn words were coming to kill us like a lame foal,
the dragging of our love’s corpse to a quiet spot to hide it between flowers was coming, too.
Oh wise men who preach in the street
how love changes with years.
Come to us urgently and explain if it changes that much,
if it changes that much,
if it changes that much, 
if it changes that much! 
You could already feel on the horizon the unspoilt coast of a new world,
I was already walking lighter, freed from your love’s weight.
I could already hear someone else’s laugh, other people’s warmth,
another body, another voice capable of making me happier. 
I was already walking away, staring pedestrians in the eyes.
Remember my future? I shot it today with silver bullets aiming straight at the heart.
When we stopped to cross you took my hand.
I passed back the ball to a kid that was playing in a porch.
Don’t tell this to your mother, or she’ll spit at me next Christmas.

English translation: Manel

 

DEJARTE UN DÍA
La noche que probablemente tú ya has olvidado estaba llegando a su fin,
íbamos caminando a casa, el sol se escondía tras las azoteas.
Tu voz sonaba lejana como el silbido de trenes perdidos
como el murmullo de un río nace en las cumbres cubiertas de nieve, en las montañas.
Y esa idea ilegal estaba inundando mi mente;
Vas a tener que disculparme, mi amor, yo que consideré dejarte ese día, abandonarte a tu suerte.
Sólo estaba esperando, en silencio, el momento adecuado para dejarlo volar todo por los aires fingiendo que se trataba de un accidente.
Diría algunas palabras profundas mirando hacia el infinito,
las sentía tensas en mi boca, listas para salir.
Solemnes palabras venían a matarnos como a un potro cojo,
venían, también, a arrastrar el cadáver de nuestro amor a un lugar tranquilo
para ocultarlo entre las flores.
Oh sabios que predicáis en la calle
cómo el amor cambia con los años.
Venid a nosotros con urgencia para explicar si cambia mucho,
si cambia mucho,
si cambia mucho,
si cambia mucho!
Ya podía sentir en el horizonte la costa virgen de un nuevo mundo,
ya estaba caminando más ligero, libre de peso de tu amor.
Ya podía oír la risa de alguien más, el calor de otras personas,
otro cuerpo, otra voz capaz de hacerme más feliz.
Yo ya estaba caminando lejos, mirando a los peatones en los ojos.
¿Conocéis mi futuro? Hoy le disparé con balas de plata
directo al corazón.
Cuando nos detuvimos para cruzar tomaste mi mano.
Pasé un balón a un niño que estaba jugando en un porche.
No le digas esto a tu madre, o ella va a escupirme la próxima Navidad.

Versión española: B. deSannorat

 

“Deixar-te un dia”. MANEL. Atletes, baixin de l'escenari / Atletas, bajen del escenario / Athletes, get off the stage (2013)