#WHY ARE THEY FLIPPING COINS FOR THIS SHIT I'M CRYING

[theraphos]

everything about this coin dialogue is incredible actually

#primordia #horatio nullbuilt #crispin horatiobuilt #I never get tired of the fact that his voice and design and the intro make you think horatio's just gonna be badass all the time #and then within minutes he starts being kind of a dork and doing lame dad shit #and they made it specifically part of his character to be an Adventure Protagonist by establishing #how willing he is to try a surprisingly wide range of weird macguyvered nonsense like 'can a plasma torch be a flashlight??' #why is he willing to knock on absolutely everything that MIGHT be a door just in case someone's home #he's fascinated by old grocery lists and will stand in front of the annoyed giant 'also have you seen a large robot that shoots lasers-' #holds up a football-sized bomb and says to his armless son 'hey crispin CATCH' #WHY ARE THEY FLIPPING COINS FOR THIS SHIT I'M CRYING #HOW BIG IS THAT AIRSHIP'S EXHAUST BECAUSE I HAVE QUESTIONS #I love this game so much and I'll shut up about it when I'm dead

[aiilure]

Ep.4

I was scared

This is NOT a ship. It's a father-son relationship!!!

⚠️WARNING ⚠️ MEANTION OF DEATH, PANIC ATTACK, AND ANXIETY

Fandom : DBH

Relationship : Connor & Hank

Character's : Connor, Hank & Sumo

Summary : While investigating a crime scene, Connor faces a situation that leaves him startled. Hank tries to help him push through his panic.

Word count : 2.6k

*4:21pm*

The elevator lifted them up to the floor they were supposed to be on. Connor flipped his coin back and forth, doing all sorts of tricks with it. Hank glances at him back and forth, getting quite agitated. Connor catches the coin in between 2 of his fingers. Hank snatches the coin off him.

"You're starting to piss me off with that coin Connor." He shoves the coin in his pocket.

"Sorry, Lieutenant."

Connor stands still, embarrassed. Hank notices but doesn't do anything. He feels the cold touch of the coin in his pocket. The doors of the elevator open, revealing a room with black and yellow striped walls. Connor and Hank exit the elevator. He scans the room for potential escape routes that the deviants must have escaped. He walked up to a door and found thirium on the wall. He scoops some up with 2 fingers. He samples the evidence.

"Fuck, Connor that's disgusting."

"Well how else am I to sample the blood."

They stare back at each other.

"Is today's job to make Connor feel embarrassed."

Connor wiped the thirium on his jacket before waltzing into the other room where there was a dead body. He analysed that the model was PL600. He felt Hank brush past him up the stairs, making his way to the roof. Connor followed. Up the stairs was a load of crates and the pat to which the deviants escaped. But Connor felt an earie presence. He peered at a crate that had a trace of thirium on. He reached out for the bar and pulled. Inside was a deviant.

"Shit."

The deviant shot Connor in the hip. He fell to the ground in pain. He has never felt it before.

"CONNOR!" shouted Hank as he ran up to him.

He grabbed hold of Connors arm and helped him up. They ran and hid behind a ventilation tube. The guards began to shoot at the android.

"You have to stop them. If they destroy it, we won't learn anything." Connor held his hip as the thirium dripped out.

"We can't save it it's too late. We will just get ourselves killed."

Connor leapt out from behind the ventilation tube and sprinted up to the deviant. He jumped over a crater that was in the way and placed his hand on his wrist. All he saw was a blur. His mind was connected to the deviants. Connor felt a sharp pain that lasted a while. Like someone was shooting him over and over. He pulled away from the deviant who lay lifeless on the floor. Connor huffed, startled at what just happened.

"Connor!"

It was nothing but muffled.

"Connor. Are you alright?"

He heard Hank's shouts, but he was too fixated on his fear.

"Connor!"

"Okay.." he paused.

"Are you hurt?" Hank preceeded to ask with one hand on his shoulder.

"I'm okay." Connor stared at the deceased deviant.

"Jesus. Oh, you scared the shit out of me." Hank paced away. "For fucks sakes I told you not to move! Why do you never do what I say?" Hank shouted at Connor as he moved back towards him.

"I was connected to its memory. When it fired.." Connor paused and gulped. "I felt it die. Like I was dying.." Connor avoided eye contact with Hank. He felt his presence of anguish.

"I.. I was scared." Connor finally looks up at Hank with looming dread in his eyes.

Hank moved closer to Connor. He pulled him close to him and wrapped his arms around him. Connor stood frozen. He felt the pain over and over in his head, like a broken record.

"It's ok, kid. I got you."

*Hank's flashback*

The windows were dripping with water, and Hank was sitting in the living room with Sumo on his lap. It started to rain heavily. A loud bang of lightning startled Sumo.

"Hey, calm down, it's alright."

Hank turned to hear Cole crying. Down the hallway was Cole's room. The door was open a crack. He got up and walked down to his room. He expected Cole to be sitting in his bed, but instead, he was hiding in his wardrobe with the door shut. Hank slowly opened it to find him sitting in the corner.

"Hey. Bud, what's wrong."

Cole looked up at Hank with fear in his eyes the same way Connor looked up at him. Hank held his arms out.

"Come here, Cole, let's get you back to bed."

As he began to exit the wardrobe, another bang of thunger paraded throughout the house. Hank sighed and saw Cole's eyes swell up with tears.

"Hey, hey Cole, it's ok. It can't hurt you." Hank said in a soft tone.

Hank sat beside Cole in the closet. He put his arm around him and held his head up against his chest. He put his hand over his ear so it would be less loud. With his other arm, he caressed his back to soothe him.

"It's ok, kid. I got you."

*End of Hank's flashback*

Hank let go of Connor, ushering him away. Connor wrapped his arms around him also like Cole soon did after. So Hank hugged him tighter and repeting those same words.

"It's ok, kid."

*6:57pm*

Hank turned the car engine off. He opened the car door. Connor sat silently, just staring in front of him wearing that same look on his face. Hank waited for him to move before giving him a slight nudge. Connor flinched when he broke out from his thoughts.

"Woah. Connor, are you ok?" Hank raised his hands in front of him to ensure that he would stay calm.

Connor nodded, realising where they were. His trembling hand opened the door. Hank was waiting by the door for him to get out of the car.

"Connor, get a move on. I'm starved."

All of a sudden, when Connor stood up, he felt faint. He looked up at Hank, who was looking at him puzzled.

"Hank."

He tried to shout for him, but only a whisper came out. Connor's knees became weak, and his throat began to close up. He couldn't breathe. He bagan to hyperventilate, and he looked at his hands, which were shaking. Hank looked over at him, confused. Connor felt wek and dropped to his knees.

"Shit, Connor!" Shouted Hank.

He knealed down in front of him and supported his body with his arms. Connor jestured to his his neck. It was obvious that he was having trouble breathing.

"Connor, son, look at me." Hank gently placed his hand on his face and moved his chin up so they were making eye contact.

"Connor, just breathe."

He could not stop. His face was sweaty and pale, and his heart was beating a lot faster than usual. Hank moved closer to Connor and put one arm around his back, and the other he held his hand.

"It's ok, Con, it will pass soon. It's just a panic attack. Just try and slow your breathing."

Hank took Connor's hand and placed it over his heart. Hank's heartbeat was a lot slower than his.

"Can you do that for me?"

Connor felt how much of an increase in the speed of his heart had changed. Connor tried to breathe slowly, but all that came out was short little gasp for air. He turned to Hank and saw his worried look. Hank quickly changed that expression to a lop-sided smile.

"Are you ok now, Con."

Hank let go of Connor, who just looked at him. Hank waited for an answer. He made sure to keep the same expression. Connor shook his head, and a tear streamed down his face.

"No."

Connor sobbed into his jumper he wiped his eyes and dug his face into it. Hank got behind him, wrapping his legs around his waist to make him feel more secure. He held Connor's head and saw that his arms were up to his face. Hank put his other arm around his front, cradling his hiccuping stomach.

"You had it bottled up today for too long. If you feel like this, tell me, and we can sort it out, ok?"

Connor finally raised his head out from his arms and jumper. He looked up at Hank, who was looking back at him. He nodded. Hank pulled down his sleeve to his coat and wiped his tears.

"You did so good."

Hank liften Connor's chin and gave him a light kiss on the forehead.

"Thank you, dad."

Connor managed to force some words out of his anxiety filled throat. Hank pat his back while he stood up. He turned around and held his hand out for Connor to take. Connor reached out and held his hand while Hank supported him as he stood up.

"You hungry?"

Connor shook his head. Hank put his arm around Connor and walked to the door. Hank took out his keys and put them in the door. He opened the door to find Sumo waiting for them patiently. He wagged his tail at Connor and Hank.

"Good boy, Sumo."

Hank took off his coat and shoes and put them aside. Connor did the same. Connor walked down the hallway as Hank walked to the kitchen.

"You sure you're not hungry, Con?"

His bedroom door shut. It echoed throughout the whole house. Hank put his hands on his hips and stood looking down the hallway at his door. Hank felt that he had done something wrong that made Connor feel like he couldn't talk to him about it. He poured Sumo some dog treats in his bowl and scooted it over to him with his foot. He put the treats back into the cupboard. He looked over to his left and saw a packet of unopened chocolate biscuits. He picked them up and walked down the hallway.

Connor sat on his bed with his knees up to his chin. His feet were covered by the blanket, which he loved. It had dogs on it and some of Sumo's hair. He looked to the side and saw a closet. He felt drawn to it. He stood up and scanned it. He saw Hank and Cole hugging each other. It was obvious that Hank loved Cole very much. Hank opened his bedroom while holding the packet of chocolate biscuits. Hank also gazed at the cupboard while holding back from showing that he hurt. He cleared his throat.

"I brought these." He broke the silence.

Connor turned to Hank. "I'm sorry. About Cole. I never realised how much he meant to you."

"Yea well, wouldn't you."

Hank sat down on Connor's bed, still looking at the closet, which once him and Cole sat in.

"What made you feel so scared." Hank looked up at Connor , who still stood up.

He turned towards him and sat down on the floor, his back against the bed. Hank ran his fingers through his hair, messing it up slightly.

"I don't know." He took a while to say those words, but Hank understood why.

"It was just so sudden, and it hurt me. I've never felt that before. Let alone any sort of pain."

Hank nodded as he understood.

"Since I've become a deviant, I've been feeling really quite." He hesitated as he searched for the word he was looking for.

"Scared, anxious, hurt." Hank finished for him.

Connor nodded. "Yes."

Hank picked up the packet of chocolate biscuits and opened them. He took one out for himself and held the packet out to Connor. He just shook his head before resting his head on Hanks lap. He realised how hurt Connor was. He put the biscuit back and put the packet to the side.

"Get up, Connor. We are going somewhere."

Connor looked up, confused. Hank normally lets him rest. Does he think that Connor was weak? Connor lifted himself off the ground and grabbed a hoodie off his bed. He looked at it before throwing it back down. He went into Hank's room and grabbed one of his hoodies instead. He walked down the hallway, and by the door were his shoes. He slipped them on. Hank looked up from clipping Sumo's leash on.

"Is that mine?"

Connor looked at it.

"Yea." Connor looked ashamed.

Hank lop-sidedly smiled at him. He didn't do it back, though. Hank understood. Hank put his coat on and took Sumo's leash. He opened the door, and they all walked out. Hank locked the door behind them. Connor waited by the car.

"We are walking." Hank said as Sumo sat down on the bottom concrete step.

*7:37pm*

They arrived at the bench, where they had one of their first interactions. Where Hank piinted the gun at him. But he knew Hank was as hurt as him. He just didn't show it much. Sumo jumped on the bench and lay down on it, taking up half of it with his fat meaty body. Connor sat down on the edge of the bench with Hank sitting in the middle.

"Now. Connor, do you know why I brought you here?"

Connor looked at him and shook his head. There was a long pause.

"It's because this place had one of the worst memories I ever made. I wish i could go back in time and change what i did." Hank looked into Connor's eyes.

Connor waited for him to continue.

"I pointed a gun at you. I took all my anger out on you for something that wasn't even your fault. I know that i can't get Cole back, but I just can't accept it. I was mad at you for dying and coming back thinking thar Cole could do the same, but he can't. Cole is gone, and i can't do anything about that."

Hank stood up and walked to the green railing that he peered over and saw a large river that streached over the landscape.

Connor walked up to him and stood behind him. Hank could feel his presence. He put a hand on his shoulder.

"I used to think that drinking would wash all my problems away, but it only made them worse. I knew that and still did it anyway." Hank turned to face Connor.

"You helped me overcome this Connor. If I shot you and you couldn't come back, I would probably be dead. But I didn't." Hank's eyes became red and puffy.

"But why would you regret something that you're glad you didn't do?" Connor took his hand off Hank's shoulder.

He opened his mouth, trying to speak, but nothing came out.

"I guess I just regret taking my anger out on you." He turned back to face the railing. "I bet I sound so fucking stupid right now." He chuckled to himself.

Connor shook his head. "No, you don't. Hank, listen to me. You should not feel bad about this. You are the best partner I could ask for to work with Lieutenant. God, I haven't said that word in a while because I do not just consider you as a partner."

Hank glanced his way, trying to keep himself together.

"Hank, you are like a father to me."

Hank rushed forward and wrapped his arms around him. He buried his head into Connor's shoulder. Connor held him.

"Thank you."

End of ep.4

ep.5 coming soon

#dbh fanfic #dbh connor #dbh hank #detroit become human #anxienty #panic attack

[fearofahumanplanet]

I am. So, so, so done with everything.

My mental health is plunging downwards by the day, and there's genuinely nothing I can do about it.

I can't work, because even if I managed to get a job, I'd end up dissociating or antisocial behavior-ing my way right out of it. I've had a lot of jobs in my life, and I never last longer than a year (usually only a few months) before going totally haywire. There is no one I could even use for a reference who wouldn't point out they fired me for being a shit worker, so the likelihood of me getting a job is basically none to begin with.

I was hoping to rectify this with my writing, at least put my eight years of fucking around and finding out to good use, but then I got rejected by every horror agent on the face of the planet and realized I'm utterly worthless at that too. I'm never gonna make a living off of anything, I'm realizing this.

On top of all that, I'm intensely agoraphobic and can't leave my apartment without wanting to curl up and cry. Talking to people I don't know genuinely makes me want to hurt myself. So I'm too pathetic to even be homeless, and the only reason I'm not is bc my partner and my abusive fucking ex are willing to have me here.

Which would be great, but I have to take the verbal abuse from my ex and hear her defend my other ex who gaslit me and then intentionally got me arrested all the time. I have chronic pain and fatigue, but I'm cleaning up after three people alone all the time bc shitty ex is a lazy, selfish bitch. My partner is either working or sleeping all the time, and when they're not, they're always having some emotional crisis - I don't blame them for this, but I'm reaching a mental limit at this point.

My chronic pain is also getting worse, I think. So much more pain this month, and I can't wonder if I'm making it worse. I can't actually bring up any of this with anyone, really, because I'm just "leeching off other people" or I'm manipulative for existing, apparently. It's a coin flip. I don't really have any support, but so many of my friends and partners are leaning on me with whatever drama, all the time.

I can't even get any professional help with my mental or physical health, either, even as I feel I'm getting worse. I can't afford it. Can't get health insurance. I can't even get my hormones, so I get to have my dysphoria on top of the pile.

It is becoming clear to me that this is going to be the rest of my life at its best, homelessness being its worst, and I'm not a good enough person to die young.

Why is it that only the good die young, anyway?

#vent #tw sui ideation #bpd #actually bpd #actually borderline #npd #actually npd #actually narcissistic #aspd #actually aspd #actually antisocial

[non-neutoniangender]

Okay yea, fuck it, watching 34 right now because sleep is for nerds and Matt decided to leave off on something of the world's worst cliffhanger (that's not necessarily true, but it kinda feels like it)

WHY did Matt start this with FCG??? boy am I concerned

Memories of Aeor?!??!?!?????

A MAN YOU FEAR?????? oh no

Chetney?!?!?!

why is he going down the list......

lmao "wayward romances in your youth"

Why are there names......

Also I'm suspicious that this is because Imogen let go, this is the hint that they're all ruidis born, because I think thats the direction this campaign was going to go

Ashton... whooo boy... yea, I think this is probably pointing towards ruidis born (from a storytelling perspective, in world I understand that they would have difficulty just guessing they are all ruidis born yk)

Some kind of ritual....

Beyond the edge of death....... wow

WAIT YEA. the whole cast is there, even the ones who are dead dead....... huh

Not the dinner with the Briarwoods...... :/ God I hate Delilah

Good lord. oopsies. we just disappeared a bunch of dirt and shit

I do really love how invested they get in the game

oops there goes Laudna

"worry not Laudna, death is but a waiting game" oh my god

Knowing what happens lessens the impact for me, in a good way, it really helps with the anxiety, but having them so much with helping the stakes feel real.

I can get safely invested with them being so invested even if I know the result. its nice

"How do I know they're dead" asking the right questions

A revivify cockring omg

When the so many people die that initative starts to go at the normal speed. god thats so morbid

Holy shit Sam. not the exact 10 on the revivify ritual dear GOD

Fearne, the first person to when presented with a Revivify goes "what else" what a Fearne move... I love her, I love Ashley

oh my god not the slight action economy shuffling

rollies to see who lives good Gods

Liam is just depressed.......

It's so heartbreaking to see Fearne work through how to save her friends, and FCG having to work her through who is dead

"Who votes for Orym" noooooooo lmao

Are they actually about to flip a coin for who to rez........?

This has such a different vibe to the Molly death... I can't really put my finger on why? maybe because when molly died there were no healers

Will 😢

Orym's gonna be a wreck after this huh.

But the acting :'(

Marisha silently packing up.... then asking Matt is she should leave 😢😢😢

Oh. Imogen thinks its her fault.

I do like that Matt is calling an early break so the players can go cry in each others arms for a moment.

aaaaaand popsicle stick Laura is waaaay too cheery

good god after all that death they go straight to torture

What a macabre scene, Imogen grieving the death of Laudna as everyone else is torturing information out of Treshi

Grey fluid...... dunamancy.... GOD I hate Ludinus

WAIT jesus did Otohan just cast 4 resonant Echoes?!?!?!?

God its so surreal to hear them talking about consulting Delilah like its not the worst idea ever.

"Imogen, do you think someone needs to take care of Paté and Sashimi?" oh my god Sam you don't need to break my heart again!

I do really love how Fjord seems to have opened up the relationship floodgates for Travis, I like how unabashedly horny he is.

I love when Caleb came out to talk about magic

TWO fragments of possibility?!?!? science has been scienced

not the grog meatlocker of holding!! (honestly...... I've been wondering what all was in that )

He added a FEAT?!?!?!?!

A toolbox lmaoooooo God Sam, never change.

"And not hide money from each other......."

"I saw my parents" "I thought you were an orphan" "I'm going to give you 10 seconds to figure that out" pure gold lmao

Captain Xandis!!!!! I forgot how much I loved them!!!!

The spell definitely headed something off at the pass, good god. Matt you are trying to kill someone!!!!

I love that Travis still counts for Laura's Sending.

And that airship pickup was really one for the highlight reel.

#cr 3 ep 34 #cr3 #cr2 spoilers #critical role

[queenofapeacefuldawn]

Mini: Why are my fire alarms going off?!

[2 minutes earlier]

Rudy: I'm so excited to make dinner for my beautiful girlfriend <3

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Nikita, to Aru: It's not possible for you to have a mid-life crisis. You're, like, fifteen.

Mini: Given the amount of people she pisses off daily, there's the very real chance of her dying by 30.

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Aru: When I get murdered please make sure that my case remains unsolved.

Aiden: Why though

Aru: I want to go on Buzzfeed unsolved.

Mini: Rewind to the part when you said "WHEN I get murdered"

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Nikita: I suggested we flip a coin, but Opal said that she doesn't gamble.

Nikita: Which is ironic, given she was gambling the chances of me slapping her.

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Mini: Aru, you and Brynne aren't allowed at my house anymore.

Aru: Is it because we-

Mini, exasperated: YES, IT'S BECAUSE YOU STALKED RUDY AND ME WHILE WE WERE ON A DATE.

Brynne, whispering to Aru: She doesn't know about the fire.

Mini: WHAT FIRE?!

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Rudy, drunk: You're very pretty, may I ask you out on a date?

Mini: ....We're married

Rudy, crying: OH MY GOSH WE ARE????

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Rudy: A Furby can be a personal bodyguard if you're not a coward.

Mini:

Mini: What even-

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Sheela: I'm ten seconds away from Aru-ing this shit and yeeting myself into the void.

Aru: Did you just use my name as an adjective? And did it make sense?

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#the pandava quintet #aru shah and the end of time #aru shah and the song of death #aru shah and the tree of wishes #aru shah and the city of gold #aru shah and the nectar of immortality #tpq #roshani chokshi #aru shah #aiden acharya #brynne rao #yamini kapoor mercado lopez #prince rudy of naga loka #mini x rudy #aru x aiden #brynne x hira #nikita jagan #sheela jagan #opal

[sonicasura]

Barbara's Unique Family

I figured why not expand on this? There will be five little scenarios where our favorite badass doctor gets herself a kid. Three has Jim being neither species shown in Tales of Arcadia while the other two is a sibling under the same circumstances.

Let's get started?

Thingamajig and the Doctor

Yup! I'm starting with a Rayman flavored Jim as I honestly think it would be more hilarious when he kicks his rogue gallery's ass. A lot of them already underestimated him as a human so why not make the guy even more 'looks harmless but can kill you'?

This Jim will have other traits than the standard Limbless since I tend to make subspecies for a lot of stuff. Pointed ears, horns, thick werewolf style fur, claws, tusk like fangs, the ability to harden his skin alongside hair into thick blue bedrock similar to troll hidden, blue stripes that expand into said bedrock coat when activated, and a spiky crystal ball that follows him around as if attached to an invisible tail.

Now Thingamajigs are a pure magic species related to dreams. So Jim has dream/wish magic to put properly. It's only as strong as his belief, imagination and magic reserves. He can turn himself human but not poof Bular out of existence type range. There's also the normal Thingamajig abilities such as the Haircopter, running on walls, shrinking and not needing air.

Barbara finds Jim when he's two years old. He got himself stuck in the trashcan looking for food and she heard him crying. James is already out of the picture but I will say if he was there then the man will be gone. Either because he left on his own volition or she kicked him out for being heartless to a lost baby.

Jim becomes friends with Toby when they're four as kids tend to wander off and he's no exception. Barbara has him take online classes albeit any video call lessons have the monitor off or other excuses about his inhuman appearance on screen. Jim is around 11 years old when he finally able to hold onto a human disguise for more than twelve hours a day.

He attends public school afterwards which definitely earned him some attention for awhile. Like no one has seen Jim's human face before and assumed his 'big nose' persona is just a computer filter. Also for any Jlaire fans, they kiss with his human disguise or rub noses(kunik or 'Eskimo Kiss') in his true form.

Jim still freaks out a bit when Blinky and AAARRRGGHH break into his house. Although that's because there are two strangers in his home than them being trolls. Jim might use his Limbless nature to be a weird little shit. Back when he was little, Barbara had to check her bags before leaving for work as he tended to slip in there. Whether she got just Jim's head or his whole body is a coin flip at best. He was a clingy baby and later been teased for that with baby pictures.

Barbara's Tiger Son

For this one, Jim is getting a brother in the form of my OC Léi Yún. (Old doodle that I plan to redraw soon. He's based on a species called Azafuse/ Bakaneko(version based name) from a different series called Ushio and Tora.)

Léi Yún is a wanderer who has a habit of stealing an unsuspecting person's food. Albeit he made a bad mistake when he decides Barbara's attempt at egg salad would be a good target. Imagine her reaction when she caught a five year old Jim patting the back of an ill tiger yaoguai hung over the kitchen sink.

Barbara's food made him so sick that he can't exactly fly away or even use magic without feeling queasy for a few days. Enough time to find out Léi Yún is essentially a child and adopt him in seconds. The Azafuse follows Jim to school by turning invisible to those who aren't spiritually attuned. Basically the school doesn't know they have an extra student, at least until the last two episodes. He met Toby by stealing Nana's cookies and Tobes caught him.

Now yaoguai tend to age quite strangely between each individual. Most mature normally like humans, take centuries like trolls but some have certain requirements that need to be done first. Léi Yún is one such yaoguai as he's actually 600 years old despite his child appearance. He needs to haunt someone or a place to properly reach maturity. What better people than the Lakes?

Léi Yún's species can get quite big so in his 10 year stay, he matured into an near adult around AAARRRGGHH's size. Of course he can make himself feel weightless like most spiritual based entities. Thus Léi Yún could do this despite the size difference between him, Jim and Barbara.

Also Barbara is sooo finding out about Jim's Trollhunter role as a certain older brother will tell her. Léi Yún ain't dumb. He knows Jim's new double life gonna drag everyone in the crossfire whether he wants it to or not. Plus its better to have a medic for any lethal injuries. Just because Barbara taught Léi Yún first aid doesn't mean he can handle broken ribs. Also that binding spell is the only thing keeping the Azafuse from zapping Strickler like he did to Bular and Draal(for being a dick to Jim earlier).

Even a Beast Deserves Love

For this one, Jim is gonna be a Lamortmon mainly to fit the Beast motif. (Lamort means death in French. Fitting when this Digimon is known for extreme berserker tendencies with the smallest slight unless calmed down. Jim was taught anger management at an early age.) I'm going for the Digimon Fusion rules so he hatched from an egg and grew up in this form.

Barbara found Jim's egg hidden by a dumpster when out shopping. He hatched at home and she raised him as her own. In a sense, Barbara is his Tamer but a Digivice has yet to form...for now. Her relationship with James doesn't last long when he discovers a one year old Jim and practically runs. House is later renovated to make him more comfortable such as having enough room to move around alongside cooking without issue.

The young Lamortmon does befriend Toby by sneaking into his yard. Unlike the others, Arcadia ends up finding out about Jim when a nasty fire broke out in a store. He was hiding inside Toby's phone while his best friend was looking for snacks. The 10 year old rescues everyone who been trapped inside and became a precious secret hidden from outsiders by the townsfolk.

Barbara had him doing online classes so Jim integrating to public school wasn't difficult. He's usually in a small handheld carried around by Toby except for classes outside or inside the gymnasium. Strickler definitely spat out his coffee and had a WTF moment seeing Jim at school.

Why is this strange creature out in the open??? Is he trying to get everyone's attention? Nevermind the fact a 15 year old Jim is just a mere two feet shorter than Gunmar. He might've gotten a glamour mask by an anonymous source *cough* Strickler *cough* mainly to lower the risk of Bular and the Lamortmon meeting.

Now as for Jim's missing weapons and armor for his species, the Amulet will be providing his twin blades alongside the metal gauntlets than just the Trollhunter armor. He does tell Barbara about the trollhunting business since he rather not have her oblivious to the dangerous responsibility now shoved onto him. Man needs some more hugs.

Loving Shadows

Another OC this time with my undead magical experiment Ling Shēng. (Another doodle I plan to revamp.) He's a runaway failed clone of the Six Eared Macaque, a Celestial Primate whose six ears can hear the past/present/future, made via stolen magic alongside corpse magic. Personality wise, Ling Shēng is a lonely 7 year old who rather play leap frog with an actual frog and be helpful but is scared to interact in fear of being hurt.

Barbara discovers him one day when she notices a 5 year old Jim's shadow is acting strange every night before bed. Almost if someone is standing behind. Quick google search leads to the conclusion of a Diao Xue Gui or "hanging on boots ghost", a mischievous but mostly harmless spirit. Barbara manages to gently coax Ling Shēng out of hiding.

She didn't expect the ghost to actually be a small monkey child and is quick to adopt him. Ling Shēng is the only one who can actually use healing magic but also purification magic. A nice boon when it comes to dealing with a certain evil sorceress and troll warlord with a mind control fetish alongside stone poison issues.

Ling Shēng is introduced to be Toby through Jim as he figures his new brother needs more friends. The undead yaoguai takes online classes but does follow his human family and friend through the shadows. Since he's a clone, it doesn't take long for him to mature into a young adult in those 10 years.

Ling Shēng is still a shy stuttering mess who loves family hugs and sweets despite being a 7'11 tall undead monkey yaoguai built like Bruce Lee with a Día De Los Muertos skull bearing piercing violet eyes for a head. He does tell Barbara during the Win, Lose or Draal incident. Ling Shēng doesn't want these secrets to hurt his family further.

Mother's Wolf

We're going for a werewolf Jim or to put aptly, a Wolfssegner. A type of Wolfskin from Fire Emblem who can switch between a human and beast form. Although Jim will have to cover ears, tail, alongside have an excuse for his more hairy body. Now Wolfskin require a gem called a Beaststone to manage their transformations better. Jim doesn't have one so he has to learn the ropes while he grows up.

Barbara finds him in the woods when he was just a baby. James already dipped as she caught him being unfaithful once coming back home. Jim doesn't shift until he's five. A playdate with Toby goes awry when a mountain lion house breaks into his the Domzalski's backyard.

Jim transforms to protect his best friend, the animal runs off clearly intimidated by grizzly bear sized werewolf. This leads to a lot of camping trips so Barbara can help her son become accustom to his other form. It might've started an urban legend known as the 'Giant Horned Wolf of Arcadia Forest'. (A 15 year old Jim's beast form is nearly the size of a small bus.)

He attends public school but wears a hair brand to make the illusion that his ears and tail are fake. As for his fur patches, Jim has the Werewolf Disease excuse. Basically the only thing that'll blow his mom's thought out cover plan is him transforming. If he needs to use his other form, Barbara gave Jim the idea to shift one or two of his limbs than a full transformation.

He does tell his mother after the Win, Lose or Draal episode. Mainly cause she would easily find their new troll protector in seconds. Jim's puppy brain got him into some nutty shenanigans when he was younger so Barbara will definitely find out if he's hiding something in the house.

And that's it! I probably do one with Strickler later. Draal too as we know Barbara would've adopted him if she could. Until next time folks, I'll see you back in Arcadia.

#sonicasura #tales of arcadia trollhunters #toa trollhunters #trollhunters #toa #tales of arcadia #trollhunters barbara #barbara lake #jim lake junior #jim lake jr #james lake junior #james lake jr #monster jim #monster!jim #ocs #barbara's unique family #mentioned fandoms #rayman #ushio and tora #lego monkie kid #fire emblem #digimon

[kendylouwhoo]

Butterfly Doula

What does a doula do? She reminds you of you. A doula stands by a birthing woman's side, holding space, standing in grace, reminding her, her body's built to do this. A butterfly doula does too, and men also deserve the support when they are blue. All the time we birth new parts. Shed our old skin and begin again. Some stuff we leave behind some stuff we make new. All of this is inside of you. We all need reminders of the beauty that's inside. Peel back the layers and look at what you hide. While you sit in the dark, I'll sit there too. Not fixing or doing the work for you. Sitting and listening, let it all out, scream and shout. Sit and listen you deserve to be seen. Whether you're crying, or mad or even really fucking glad, this is a space that's full of sturdy love. A place to be you, because the more you can be you, the more permission you give to others too. You can't do it you say? Well that's a great place to be. I'll sit with you in that sea. As we weather the storm, stable as a tree, winds blowing gusts, rain pouring down, I'll sit next to you while you sit next to me. Ill tell you why its the perfect place to be, because when the storm blows through, pruning the limbs that needed to go, braking parts that grow stronger when its done, as I stand steady in the wind, the storm is giving me everything I need. On the other side of the storm, when you flip the coin, is infinite possibility. And when a birthing woman gets all most to the end when the baby is about to come she hits a point called transition. It's the part where it's common for the mom to want to give up. I can't do it any more, set me free. Lean in my dear, you are nearly there. When "can't" comes up, it's great because when you go through the burning ring of fire, you know you have done so well and maybe it's felt like hell, but it's darkest before the dawn. On the other side of can't is, I just did it! And maybe if people could see their pain isn't purposeless-ly. Maybe they need a reminder that they are shedding their skin, again and again. Death doesn't have to be such a scary place to be, let's practice together, opening our hearts and accepting all of our parts, that's it my dear, you're doing it! They say just having another woman, not even a doula in the room, just someone sitting there doing nothing... is way more likely for a woman to birth without complication... well she's not doing nothing because sometimes all we need is to not be alone. Someone who believes in us. Someone that you know will have your back if something seems to go wrong. Someone who can suggest a different position. And this is what we all need, to birth a new world, is someone sitting there, while you birth a new you. And men! I'm especially talking to you too, if you don't have a safe space to unload all that shit you've been carrying around, don't just throw it onto the ground. You deserve and need help too, just as much as women do.

[lostbbygorl]

BEING DIVORCED AND STILL IN LOVE WITH EREN YEAGER:

A/N: reader is female

Song inspo: Strawberries and Cigarettes by Troye Sivan

Brief mentions of NSFW (nothing too wild or detailed but it's there)

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✨ You and Eren are super duper in love with each other

✨ The marriage was great and Eren's an amazing husband

✨ But then life happened. Work was becoming too intense and the grown up world said screw you

✨ So naturally, being hot headed and dramatic and basically the two sides of the same coin, arguments became common

✨ Lashing out, crying, growling, groaning, Eren storming off to Armin's apartment and you at a random friend or your parent's

✨ It wasn't toxic per se, just one of those down times all couples have

✨ Till one day yall decided to re enact a 2010s Filipino telenovela. Eren probably dug up old bones or said something to make you insecure and you didn't let him get away with it

✨ So instead of doing normal big kid things like giving each other space for more than 12 hours and talking things out (Armin is about to his vast knowledge on anatomy for something sinister smh) what did yall do?

✨ DIVORCE

✨ It was smth yall said in unison

✨ " YOU KNOW WHAT, WHY DON'T YOU JUST DIVORCE ME?"- Eren x Y/N

✨ Dumbasses both of you. I'm disappointed

✨ Being stubborn, neither of you were about to back out now. Lichrally the entire friend group is pissed right now because they don't wanna take sides and this shit is so unnecessary

✨ And besides, your heart still beats for him and his still beats for you

✨ Eren wouldn't leave the court's parking lot till he saw your car vanish completely. He went home and moped, regret being the only thing he could process

✨ And you on the other hand went clubbing to numb the pain. Dressed to the 9s in your sluttiest dress

✨ You guys are blocked on every social media platform but neither of you block each other on Whatsapp

✨ Eren just doesn't talk about you. He tries to act normal and then he goes home and pretends his pillow is you. You're shit talking him on the other hand to any close friend who will listen

✨ Yet you can't bring yourself to delete the photos and flip through the wedding photo album every chance you get. You buy his cologne and spray it on every sweater or hoodie you own

✨ You guys haven't seen each other in two months and then one day there's a formal party. GAH DAMN this man looks yummy in a suit

✨ Despite your best attempts you can't stop staring at him. You two keep locking eyes. He can't stop staring at you either and the sexual tension is THROUGH THE ROOF

✨ Jean had to physically leave the room rolling his eyes he couldn't take it anymore. Eren can't stop thinking about how pretty you look in that dress and how pretty you look without

✨ He's dying to talk to you and catch up with you. He's giving you the biggest puppy dog eyes and you just might burst into tears

✨ And this mf is JEALOUS

✨ He sees you talking to some rando at the salad bar and suddenly

✨ You're being dragged towards the bathrooms by him and without a word or warning, his lips are on yours

✨ Butterflies erupted in your stomach after what feels like forever and you hate how easily your knees went weak for him. Both of you are breathless. The kiss starts out rough and then goes soft

✨ He looks at you like he lost the whole milky and not just an incredible woman

✨ "Oh my god, Eren you can't do that while I'm talking to somebody"

" What, you gonna marry him now, huh?"

✨ And he starts making out with you again

✨ That soon turns to the strap of your dress sliding down your shoulders and the buttons of his shirt coming undone. Which turns to you being pressed and carried on the wall

✨ And that marks the beginning of smth completely new entirely

✨ He's barging into your house at midnight and you're not getting any rest till 3

✨ You're in his car every other day

✨ And once you're done your head is resting on his chest and he's playing with your hair. And once you're asleep he presses soft kisses on your forehead and you can never leave without helping him clean the sweat and...everything else off him

✨ But the love is there and you can feel it

✨ You don't have to be husband and wife to be smitten with each other. He still wears his ring and you still wear yours. You always tell other people you're taken

✨ But goddammit can't you be husband and wife again? You two realize how stupid this whole ordeal was a week after the split. As well as how fixable that damn argument was

✨ But pride.

✨ Stubborn pride

✨ As much as he yearns for you he isn't proposing to you anytime soon and you're not about to chase him either

✨ But you'll give him a strong attitude and he'll flirt with you shamelessly and then he'll go silent for a few days. He'll do smth reckless and you'll scold him and he'll console you that he's fine. You'' fail to fight back your smiles at his dumb jokes and he'll tell you a million more. And then one of you will disappear again and then you'll come back

✨ And then he'll come back to your house after a bad day because only you can soothe his heart

✨ The progress is shit and slow

✨ But everyone knows that sooner or later there will be another wedding

✨ Even if it's in 20 years

✨ Even if it's in the afterlife

#eren yeager #eren jeager #aot eren jeager #aot eren #aot fanfiction #aot modern au #eren x you #eren x y/n #eren x reader #eren x fem!reader #eren yeager x y/n #eren yeager x you #eren yeager headcanons #eren yaeger imagine #eren yeager x reader #eren jeager x reader #eren jeager headcanons

[rogue-durin-16]

OUT OF TROUBLE

Summary: After a Quidditch match, both George and Y/n sneaked out to grab a drink at the Three Broomsticks with their respective teammates. The tension between the two groups might end up causing more trouble than imagined.

Pairing: George Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Genre: kinda angsty kinda fluffy

Tags:

George Weasley: @meph1stophelian

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @just-here-to-escape-from-reality @skarlettmikaelson

Warnings: blood, injuries, violence, concussion, language (?)

A/N: idk what to say apart from the idea of George losing his shit big time won't leave me alone and idek why (blaming it on that scene in the Order of the Phoenix in which George and Harry beat Malfoy the fuck up) so enjoy <3

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

"Well," McGonagall's severe eyes scrutinized all six of us from the other side of her desk. "who is going to give us" she briefly motioned at Snape, who stood by her side with an unimpressed yet disappointed look on his face. "a proper explanation of why Madam Rosmerta so kindly let us know that not only seven of our seventh year students were on Hogsmeade without permission,"

"But also making a scene and coming to blows." Snape finished, quirking a brow. "Do you know how lucky you are that Madam Rosmerta picked on the fact that you were students?" The potions teacher's eyes fixed on the three Gryffindors before inquiring, "Who started it?"

Silence.

"Merlin's— There is a student in the hospital wing!" McGonagall exclaimed outraged. "You all ought to come clean about this one."

More silence.

"Mister Weasley, you seem to be unusually quiet." The Head of Slytherin pointed out.

"Well, you see, professor," George's head, which had until that moment been resting on his arms over the school desk, was tilted up slightly. "I've got a bit of a headache going on." He motioned at the back of his head, in which a patch of dried blood had glued his hair.

"Weasley, I must insist on you to go see Madam Pomfrey." McGonagall's tone, although remaining severe, softened a bit.

"Nah, 's not that bad." George gave Warrington a side look and forced himself to sit upright.

"I'm going to ask again." Snape spoke. "Who started it?" He weighed the possibilities before inquiring, "Mister Weasley?"

"Why me?!" George flinched at his own shouting.

"Do you want me to believe the state Mister Montague was left in was Miss Spinnet's doing? Miss Bell's, perhaps?" The Gryffindor girls grumbled under their breaths, catching the professor's attention. "What was that?"

"I said why us?" Katie questioned with a tinge of indignation. "Is it because we're Gryffindors?"

"Obviously." Snape spat, earning a roll from Mcgonagall, though she didn't oppose her colleague.

Alicia only laughed humorlessly and folded her arms over her chest.

"We can stay here all night, if you'd like it that way." McGonagall stated after around five minutes of just silence.

"Ugh, fine." George let his head fall in the comfort of his forearms again and groaned, "it was me— I started it. Can we go now?"

"What the hell?!"

"Miss Spinnet!" McGonagall scolded her, stomping her desk.

"Can we go now or not?" George's eyes met my shocked gaze briefly.

"Everyone but you, Mister Weasley." McGonagall stated.

"Wait, no." I tapped my foot nervously against the tiles and took at deep breath. "It wasn't him, it was me."

"Miss Y/l/n!" I refused to meet McGonagall's and Snape's face, so I left my eyes casted down, but I still heard the professors' quiet whispers. "What on Godric's name happened?"

Two Hours Earlier

After a Quidditch victory in Slytherin's favor, some of us had resolved to sneak out of the castle and go celebrate with a drink in Hogsmeade.

Turns out some Gryffindors had had the same idea, though the drink they were having was definitely not a celebration.

"Look who's here," Montague nodded in the Gryffindors direction, purposefully walking in their direction. "You're missing half of the team!" He chuckled, not stopping more than a couple of seconds. "Are they crying on their dorms?"

"Get lost, Montague." Katie Bell spat, earning faces from both Graham and Cassius. Alicia Spinnet flipped us off, and George limited himself to give me a small wave, which I returned with a little smile.

"How's the place this crowed?" Kevin questioned with a frown as we tried and failed to find an empty booth.

"No idea." I replied, taking a look around. "I'll go grab the drinks, you look for a place, yeah?" Cassius nodded and I made my way to the counter; I could feel Bell's and Spinnet's dirty looks on me while I ordered the butter beers.

"Celebrating, are we?" My head turned to meet George's form, leaning on the counter besides me.

"Yup." I shortly answered with a proud grin.

"You're missing your seeker." I rolled my eyes at his comment. "I wonder where he's at."

"You know where he's at." I quirked my brow when he played dumb, a smug smile dancing on his lips. "I'm very aware it was you who sent him to the hospital wing."

"It was actually a bludger." He pointed out, giving Madam Rosmerta the coins for a butter beer.

"Oi, what are you doing?" I attempted to shove his hand away, but there was no use.

"Smoothly buying you a drink?" He winked and I felt blood going up to my cheeks. "Just her drink, though." He added, looking at Rosmerta.

"No you're not— he's not." The owner of the Three Broomsticks gave us a look but ended up accepting my money instead.

"Aw c'mon, Y/n" George pouted while Rosmerta passed me the drinks. "I've just lost an important match, let me have a win?"

"You can buy me the next drink," I resolved, chuckling at the way his expression lighted up. "but only if you don't cause trouble."

"Pfft I'm too depressed to cause trouble." I could tell he wasn't joking, though he still made it sound humorous. "Need help with that?" He motioned at the four drinks I was attempting to grab.

"No she doesn't."

George visibly grimaced at the sight of Cassius but, instead of snapping at him, he only leaned on me and pecked my cheek after saying, "No trouble, see?"

"Piss off, Weasley."

"No need to be that rude." I spat, taking two glasses in my hand.

"No need to consort with the enemy." He responded, picking up the remaining jars.

We approached the spot our Quidditch team had taken and had a surprisingly uneventful good time, until Montague started to run his mouth.

"Look at them, they're so pathetic." He obnoxiously laughed.

"Look at whom?" I questioned, a bit lost in my thoughts to know what he was even talking about.

"Don't play dumb." He hissed. "As if you haven't been staring at that Weasel since we entered."

"Ugh, honestly Graham." I lazily played with my jar. "Can't we just enjoy the drink without focusing on the only three Gryffindors in the room?"

"You're one to talk." Cassius mumbled.

"Meaning?"

"Graham's right, you've been staring at him." I pinched the bridge of my nose. They've done this little number so many times that I was no longer embarrassed. "What was that kiss about?"

"Cassius!"

"What kiss?" Graham inquired.

"He kissed her."

"Oh my gosh—" I threw my head down to my forearms in desperation.

"Ew!" Kevin gagged dramatically. "Did you let a blood traitor kiss you with that filthy mouth?"

"You did not just say that." My tone held a serious warning as I looked up at our keeper.

"Great, he's staring." Cassius grumbled.

"Frankly, he could use a lesson." My eyes widened at Graham's words; at first I thought he was joking, but then he grabbed his wand with a wicked smirk.

"Don't make a bloody number." I whispered. "We'll get in trouble."

"Y/l/n, I'm starting to think you're not on our side."

"Montague, if you earn us detention—" my words were cut off by another statement of his.

"No one's gonna know if we're sneaky enough." I looked at Bletchley and Warrington for some back up but they both seemed to be on board with Montague's plan. "What about a little... cruci—" before he could finish the word, I kicked his chair, making him fall to the floor.

"What's wrong with you?!" I shouted, kicking his wand away after standing up myself.

"Y/n, calm down." Cassius said.

"He was gonna use the Cruciatus, so maybe no?!"

"Careful, Y/n." By then, Montague had already gotten up; Bletchley had to tug him back for him not to go against me. "If you get along with scum, you're scum."

I didn't fully realise that I had slapped him until I heard a few people gasping; all from sudden, I was very aware that I had attracted unwanted attention.

There was a moment of tense silence between Montague and me, quickly followed by him grabbing my hair and hitting my face against the table, too fast for me to do anything about it.

"OI!" Cassius pulled me away from Montague, my hands covering my most likely broken nose, debating on whether to hold it to stop the nosebleed or not touching it to avoid more pain.

GEORGE'S P. O. V.

"They're talking shit." Katie whispered, squinting her eyes at the Slytherins.

"Of course they're talking shit." I responded.

"I'd love to go there and shove those—" Alicia grumbled, tightening the grip on her glass.

"Don't." They both looked at me expectant and I only shrugged. "Y/n asked me not to cause trouble."

Alicia snorted when my eyes travelled to Y/n and Katie mocked me with a silly grin. "Awww, Alicia, he's in love."

"George Weasley is in love" Alicia faked a gag. "With a Slytherin."

"Oh my— you're two shut up." I felt blush creeping up my neck, though I couldn't help the smile twitching up the corners of my lips.

"I mean," Katie shrugged, sharing a look with our friend. "Could be worse."

"Could be Warrington." Before I could respond to Alicia, a loud noise was heard behind me. "Ooooh your princess just kicked Montague." Our chaser commented; we all turned around to look at the Slytherins. "This is gonna be fun."

"Why do I feel like they're talking about us?" I said with a laugh.

"Did... Did she just say 'cruciatus'?" Katie questioned, a tinge of worry in her voice.

"Damn! Okay, time to go." Alicia whispered, getting up right after Y/n had slapped Montague. Katie and I were already following her to the exit when a thud made us stop in our tracks.

"He did not—" Katie started.

"He did." Alicia replied; she was quick to double check on me, but I was quicker to stalk towards Montague. "George no!"

READER'S P. O. V.

I came to the conclusion that we were already in trouble, so I might as well go for it and get Montague back.

Cassius saw that coming and held me back by my forearms, but Graham was being pushed against the table behind him in the blink of an eye.

It took us all aback the way George had stormed in scene; we stood there frozen for a hot second, until Bletchley realised Montague was trying to shake George off in vain while the Gryffindor threw blows at him whilst tackling him to the table.

"George! Stop!" Alicia yelled, coming to stand by my side, unsure of what to do.

"Get off him!" The keeper was the first one to try and remove George from Graham, whose face was starting to look as bloodied as mine. He did succeed for a split second, giving the Slytherin chaser enough room to get back at George.

I shook Cassius off the moment Montague jumped on George to aid the ginger, but before I could do anything, he was punching Graham again, though now he sported a swollen lip himself, along with a cut on his cheek, probably caused by Graham's rings.

This time, when Bletchley tried to shove him off Montague, he ended up with George's elbow digging into his stomach.

"He's gonna kill him!" Bell exclaimed, genuinely worried about the outcome.

"George!" I called his name, hoping it would have an effect, but the beater was too lost on the fight. "Wait— No!!" I tried to grab Cassius' hand when I saw him reaching for one of the heavy jars, but he was quicker to crash it on George's crown.

He hissed, losing balance instantly; his hands went to the back of his head, releasing Montague from his hold. My teammate took the opportunity to kick him off, but before he could try to punch George again, I reached to them, pulling the ginger away and not so accidentally stomping on my Montague in the process.

Just when everything seemed to have calmed down, I noticed Spinnet had thrown herself to Cassius.

Bell was struggling to tug her friend away, Cassius was being pulled back by a mildly hurt Bletchley, Montague was curled up in a ball on the floor and George and I stayed knelt not far from him while I checked his head.

It was only when Madam Rosmerta appeared with a towering, strong employee who managed to separate Spinnet and Warrington that it came to an end.

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"Graham tried to use the Cruciatus curse on George, professor." I explained without meeting McGonagall's eyes. "And I stopped him."

"He— he what?!" The Head of Gryffindor yelled horrified.

"Miss Y/l/n, did you send Mister Montague to the hospital wing?" Snape questioned wearily.

"That was me." George replied before I could make anything up. "And Warrington broke a glass on my head."

"Spinnet tried to kill me!" Warrington shouted.

"If I had wanted to kill you, you'd be dead!" Alicia yelled back.

"Don't lie to yourself darling!" Bletchley hissed.

"Don't 'darling' her dickhead, I'll jump on you right here!" Bell spat, leaning over her table.

"Shut up, Bell!"

"ENOUGH!" McGonagall shouted. "Fifty points will be substracted from each of you. Your families will be informed of this, and needless to say you won't make any more trips to Hogsmeade."

"Minerva, I think Weasley has earned himself detention for the rest of the year." Snape commented.

"And so did Mister Montague and Miss Y/l/n." She responded. "Now off to sleep, all of you— except from Weasley and Y/l/n, you two go see Madam Pomfrey— no but's, Weasley."

"Yes professor." George sighed, getting up and following me out of the class and into the corridor. "You okay?" His voice was so soft as he fell into step with me that I had to refrain myself from kissing him.

"Nose's probably broken." I shrugged, stealing a look at his crown. "How's your head?"

"Hurts a bit." He was obviously playing it off, but I didn't say a thing about it. "I'm sorry for that little number."

"Nonsense! As if it was your fault Montague's a douche." I reassured him.

"So... you're not mad at me?"

"I'm only mad at the fact that I didn't get to punch him." I replied with a chuckle triggering a smile on his. "Plus," I chewed on my lower lip, hesitating for a moment before adding, "it was kinda hot."

George let out a shocked snort, his whole face redder than mine while words stumbled incoherently out of his mouth, preventing him from forming a coherent sentence.

"Don't do it again, though."

"Uh- yeah— NO- I mean, no- I-I won't— I don't do this often—" I giggled at his stammering and brushed his pinky with my own. He cleared his throat and took the hint, intertwining his fingers with mines. "You know, technically it was you who caused trouble so..."

"So?"

"Can I still buy you a drink?" He sheepishly requested, his thumb drawing circles on the back of my hand while we reached the hospital wing.

"We're banned from Hogsmeade, though." I reminded him.

"Well, I might know a way of getting there without being noticed."

"I'm in then." I stated. "Only if you promise we'll stay out of trouble."

"Can't promise that." He squeezed my hand and let it go when Madam Pomfrey spotted us. "But I'll do my best."

"I'm sure you will." I tugged on his sleeve and placed a kiss on his cheek before following the healer's directions.

#george weasley headcanon #george weasley drabble #george weasley one shot #george weasley fanfiction #george weasley #george wealsey x reader #george weasley x slytherin!reader #george weasley fluff #the order of the Phoenix #george weasley x y/n #george x y/n #george x you #harry potter

[orymsbich]

Critical role campaign 3 episode 9 "notes"

Robbies man bun

The Nordverce

Fearne is a terrible liar

Fearne is trying SO HARD

Fearne: He was a wild man

Fcg: Slow and steady wins the rake

this party can't get open doors

Matt calling laudna Marisha

Fearne "Can you - who's incharge here?"

Is starwars canon

Oh shit your sponsored

Why you keep looking over there

cuz it's so pretty over here

Oh yes you are mm hansome

When your sponsored isn't that kind of like selling out

Esteros and Worcestershire sauce

Roleplay town meeting

She's a fucking philie

Chetney I'm crying being all : Lordship

I love working with wood

Oh I've been in there

Oh how

In just fucking with you

I'm fucking lying

Dorian: he's not an actual child

laudna: Did you get that

Dorian: I got absolutely nothing

YES THE EARING

FCG spinning in the bar

(You spin me right round)

Why'my cussin'

CHETNEY TURNS INVISIBLE "PEACE OUT BIRCHES" *SLAPS DORIAN*

Like a turnip or something what are they using animal Crossing

Chet whispering to dorian's leg

Fresh cut grass is absolutely like a 4-year-old

THIS OGRE AAA HES CRYING

PRETTY

Dorian and Ashton like ??? Where is the bookcase

Ashton flipping the burger

NO CHET YOU FUCK

"You also see a small wooden rocking horse up appear the table"

Pretty being cute again

Imogen ASKING PRETTY ON A DATE

"You could have been a gnome werewolf Travis you blew it"

CHETNEY BACKSTORY

AAA OMG DORIAN AS A BOUNTIE

Omg Andy is my name I'm CRyïnG

Not them having a conversation about dates in front of Esteos

Fcg: ARE YOU GONNA FUCK THIS GUY

Them talking to the fucking guard about work hours

Chetney: wouLD YOU LIKE A WOODEN COIN

Chutney and Dorian finally being friend's???

Chetney: I'm a failure I add nothing to the team

# horny for wood

MAP

Chutney is going down the secret staircase

Talesin "I can't wait for your next character"

CHETNEY BREAKING THEW THE WINDOW

#critical role #campaign 3 #critical role campaign 3 #cr campaign 3 #orym #ashton greymoore #bertrand bell #fearne #laudna #dorian storm #fcg #fresh cut grass #imogen #chetney #critical role campaign 3 episode 9

[toesuckler]

I know it's 3 am and that sleeping will make me feel better but I'm so fucking angry at my "friends" , they constantly only think of themselves and never think of how much I ask for help or for someone to listen and they ignore me. They are only friends because I feel anxious alone. I thought they were genuine kind people and then 1/4 into the school year they fucking reveal their true colors as assholes. I'm so done with manipulative friends and people who are so fake. I am so done with "IRL" friends. They were only friends because I didn't want to be seen as a friendless loner. Now I don't give a shit about that. People can shove their opinions of me up their asses tbh. I'm so done with lying to people to make them like me. I know I'm still gonna do it tho, that's why I'm so tired. I'm so done with covering up my body in the mirror to make me feel better and trying to forget my past and all who have abandoned me. I'm so done with people luring me in and then flipping the coin, fake ass hoes all of them. I'm so done with looking at myself and asking if I was wrong and saying that If I'm not complacent that they will hate me or leave. I'm so done with having people abandon me when they find out anything about me. I'm so done with all the toxic friends and all the times I've had to count peoples lives "erased because you didn't care" shut your fucking mouth I care so much. I'm so done with all the suicide attempts made by friends because they wanted to use it as blackmail for me to cry over them. I couldn't cry for 7 years but thinking about being abandoned again make me want to scream and sob until all the sky quakes. I just want it to all end . I just can't handle it anymore. I don't want friends or love I just want my boyfriend even though I know he probably doesn't care or is infatuated with another. I'm so done with all my friends turning their back on me after finding out I want to talk about how they can fix their issues instead of pittying them and lying. I'm so fucking done with it all and everything else. Just so bored with being abandoned.

#rant #vent #im just so fucking done #tw swearing #tw suicide mentioned #tw vent #i just want out of it all

[finditagain24]

Chump by FinditAgain

Shadowhunters fic; Lily Chen & Simon Lewis

Her lips were painted a deep bloody red and it looked a lot more intimidating than the bags of literal blood scattered about the tabletop.

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(Read on AO3)

A thick crimson liquid poured out of the bottle and slowly down into the six shot glasses perched on the table.

“All right, hot shot.” Lily Chen, Simon’s designated death mentor for the week (his words not Raphael’s) was the one doing the pouring. She smirked at him from across his seat in the Dumort’s bar, deserted except for the two of them. “Are you ready to do this?”

“All signs point to no .”

Her lips were painted a deep bloody red and it looked a lot more intimidating than the bags of literal blood scattered about the tabletop. What was Simon’s life?

For a vampire who was at least a hundred years old, Lily was pretty cool. Sure, she had that homicidal glint in her eye that most of Raphael’s clan had somehow inherited. But she was also really funny, one of the few people in the Shadow world who understood his cultural references, and a total badass. 

Lily was lively in a way no one else could be around the gloomy hotel, and out of all of the characters roaming about the Dumort, she was probably his second favorite.

Maybe Raphael was the first, when he wasn’t being a dick.

She fiddled with the straw in the transparent reusable bottle of blood she carried around everywhere, delivering an exasperated sigh and shaking her dark hair. When she moved her head the bright pink strips in her hair shone against the low lights of the bar.

“Don’t be such a wuss.”

“What I am is a lightweight, okay? I know what I’m about.“ He tapped his fingers on the table, trying to focus on the amused glint in her eyes and not the tantalizing smell of fresh blood.

“Last time one drink knocked me out for the whole night, and I promised I’d be at the Institute early tomorrow.”

“Oh no, are the angels going to get mad at the little baby waby?” she mocked, twisting her fists in the quintessential hand gesture for a cry baby .  

  “Shut up.”

 “Come on Simon, we’re the only ones on home base duty tonight and I'm bored ,” she said. “One good old fashioned game of Quarters to bond with your favorite dazzling beauty. What could it hurt?”

His eyes drifted from her exaggerated pout down to the bags she’d used to fill up the bottle and back, considering.

“Loser refills the blood bank?”

She graced him with a wide grin that incuded a dangerous showing of teeth. “Good choice.”

There were coins already waiting in her hand. She took one and flung it against the table, managing to bounce it off the hard surface and into an empty shot glass sitting almost at the edge.

Of course she won on the first try, flipping back her hair as she nudged the drink towards him. Taking the glass in hand, he tipped his head back and swallowed. The blood reached Simon’s throat and went down in one smooth gulp.

“Shit that’s good,” he chased the tangy taste of the blood by licking his lips. This was clearly the quality stuff the hid from the fledgelings.

Lily laughed with mirth before slurping blood straight from her bottle. She wasn’t even phased by pre-gaming her drinks, knowing she would beat Simon every time until she had finished having her fun. He knew it too, but sometimes it was fun to play along with her teasing. It was one of the things that made him feel like he was finally part of the Clan.

“Isn’t that better than going to some boring Institute?�� she fiddled with her metal straw again. “Shadowhunters are the worst. Do they even know how to get plasma?”

“I don’t think they have any blood in the Institute.”

“ What ?” she managed to convey disgust with her tone of voice while slinging both legs on top the table, her intimidating platform boots swinging out on to the edge.

“The audacity of those wannabe Neo’s! Why even go there when they’re so inconsiderate?”

Simon couldn’t help the onslaught of tenderness at the sight of her indignant face. The New York vampires thought the shadowhunters were entitled and had not so subtly let him know they didn’t appreciate how the nephlim treated Simon most days. 

“They’re my friends,” he shrugged, and yet he was maybe starting to see the Clan’s point on some things. Like meeting the shadowhunters at the Institute so much, for one, seeing as how unwelcoming of a place it was for Downworlders.

It was true, but still he felt kind of odd just thinking about it. Simon wasn’t usually one to rock the boat when it came to Clary and their friends. And he really wasn’t one to listen to the vampires.

Well, not to Raphael anyway.

It was just that Raphael made everything so formal, all about the Clan and honor. But Lily got right to the human side of it. 

“Is this about Jason?”

“Ja- Do you mean Jace ?”

“Yeah, the leathery one.” Which Simon thought was kind of hypocritical of her, considering the black leather jacket she herself sported on a daily basis. 

“Why would it be about Jace?”

“No reason,” she eyed him coyly, then bounced a quarter and somehow landed it straight into the cup without ever looking away from his face. 

“You know, back in the twenty’s we would call someone like you a chump,” she grinned and did the trick again, making that two more shots for him and none for her. 

“Yeah well we still say that today,” he knocked back one shot after the other, only three more to go, “we also still say things like swindle and conman .”

Lily grinned, showing the tips of her razor sharp fangs. “That’s low baby, least you can do is call me a con artist .”  

Oh man, he was going to have one hell of a hangover in the morning. 

#Lily Chen #simon lewis #shadowhunter tv #the shadowhunter chronicles #shadowhunters #hotel dumort #vampires #finditagain24 #my fic #hmdiscord

[featherlover]

Shit i have actually said out loud at college and looking back i'm surprised i never got in troubles for

Teacher- i'm grading your effort, so work hard

Classmate- how are you going to grade it anyway?

Me- the surface of our eyebags

...

Teacher- what is the most important thing about a plane?

Me- they should fly

Teacher- ok... but why they should fly?

Me- otherwhise they would just be expensive buses

...

Me- back in highschool i liked a girl called sophy

Teacher- what does that has to do with phylosophy?

Me- you could say im sophyphilic

...

Teacher- what is art? (Qué es el arte?)

Me- that feeling you have when you shiver a lot and you wanna go get a blanket

Teacher- what?

Me- freezing (helarte)

(Way funnier in spanish)

...

Classmate- how does exactly a helicopter flies?

Teacher- nice question, does someone knows?

Me- well, i'm no aeronautical engineer, but im pretty sure it flies because of magic

Teacher- yeah... magic... can someone explain the... "magic"?

Me- *starts doing circles in the air with my finger*

...

Teacher- next class we are having exams, if you have something to do, do it right now

Me- *starts crying*

...

Teacher- if you have any doubts, ask them today, i will forget everything by tomorrow's exam

Me- yeah, same over here

...

*With some classmates playing cards*

Teacher- *looking from the door at the other side of the classroom* what are you doing?

Me- summoning the devil

...

Teacher- ok... ikaros* wanna come over and solve that equation?

Me- not really *goes anyway*

...

Teacher- you all would be failed if i had in mind your lack of respect for us teachers

Me- I said "bless you" to you not long ago

Teacher- that wont do

Me- then i take it back

...

Teacher- dont worry that much about the future, chase after excelency, i'm sure you will end up loving strutural calculus

Me- she said she loved me

Teacher- who?

Me- my girl

Teacher- didn't knew you were dating someone, where is she?

Me- i dont have any idea, just as with this class

...

Teacher- let's assume i ask ikaros* for a loan...

Me- how much do you need?

Teacher- wow... Well, i'm actually in need for some money, if you help me, i'm willing to give you... 10...

Me- ... percent of interest?

Teacher- what? i meant grade, you want me to pay you interests? I taught you how they work!

Me- i rather the money back, then i will show you i actually learnt something during your class, and the 10 would come naturally

...

Teaacher- what would you say it's the most important machine you should get for a construction site?

Me- the one that sounds like pffffffft rroooooooommmm and is yellow

Teacher- what if i get it on green?

Me- then you should paint it yellow

...

Teacher- ikaros*, are you the clown of the classroom?

Classmate- yeah, he is actually pretty fun once you get to know him

Me- im not, but all of you believe i tell jokes all the time, but im actually dead serious.

Teacher- how in the world you got to engineering?

Me- i flipped a coin (i was serious)

...

Teacher- ... so, acording to the maths you did, what interes rate would be the best?

Me- the 18% one

Teacher- no ikaros*, when you do the math, you find out you end up paying way more with the 18% one than the 20% one

Me- yeah, i know, i did my maths

Teacher- then? Why would you want to pay the 18% one?

Me- oh... you said the best one, but not for whom!

...

Teacher- just think about it, if you quit smoking, your life changes for the better

Me- i dont smoke, it gets into my hair, i hate it

Teacher- quit beer

Me- dont like the taste

Teacher- drinking coke

Me- i quitted coke years ago

Teacher- quit all sodas then

Me- havent tasted on in more than a year

Teacher- then you just drink water and eat bread?

Me- im planning to live only on drinking humidity and eating my pride

...

Teacher- how did you get to know those (scientific) terms in advance?

Me- i watch game theory and vsauce on youtube

...

Me- *holding a tamarind in my hand* the life is just a tamarind, think about it

Teacher- why? What do you mean?

Me- easy, *start talking as i eat the tamarind* at first it has this tick layer, as in life it requires hard job to get to the good stuff, then... the bittersweet pulp, what everyone wants to get, but even there, you should only eat one piece at a time, take your time and dont rush... and even this far into it, every bite you take, will get you a seed, the seeds are the things you dont like about your life, and just as with the fruit, you *i spit out the seed inside the classroom* get rid of everything you dont like in your life

Teacher- ok... but can you pick up that seed?

Me- its not a seed, its a metaphor

#at school #long post #shit i've said #by: ikarosmd95 #my classmates never took me seriously #they still trust me to help them

[theharrystyleseffect]

Thank you for responding. I'm full on crying reading your response. I feel like my heart is broken already by stuff he didn't even do because I know eventually he will disappoint me someday down the line. It's just so hard when you feel such love for someone that you haven't even met and that you can't influence. There are so many things I want to tell him but I can't and to know that I have no control at all over what he does is a really helpless feeling.

One thing I’ve learned is that you’ll always be disappointed if you expect people to act as you want them to. It feeds frustration cos we’re not supposed to control anyone on this planet, that’s sort of the beauty of life. You will disappoint someone someday, as will I. And everybody else. But you’ll also be taken by surprise. Try flip the coin and look at it from a different angle. He might disappoint, but how will it affect you? Why should it affect you? It’s his life, y'know? Whatever stuff he might fuck up in the future, it’ll be something he’ll have to fix up in himself. He’ll grow from his mistakes, which will only build character, and he’ll go on to do great things and then fuck up again. That’s life, fortunately. And it’s okay. We’ve all done stupid shit to get where we are and become who we are. Don’t stress over this, love. There’s no reason to, at all. x

#ask #anon

[nonychat]

I'm an owner/partner in two ecommerce business, two franchises, a SaaS company and just purchased a B2B service business. I know Shopify, drop shipping, Amazon, Alibaba, SEO, Facebook, PPC, affiliates and domain flipping. My eBook is called getting a cold reality check on being an entrepreneur.

Normally I've got my business neutral demeanor, but it's late and I've -had- it after seeing the umpteeth upvoted post of complete BS. There's some idiot doing a ridiculous live stream building an ecommerce site. 50 websites making 20k in revenue? A guy that makes an average of $400/mo per site is simply a hustler. Even worse, he's a con man and you're the mark if you buy into it.

I've been in this game a long time. I cut my teeth on the early days of being an affiliate and SEO. The internet industry is filled with trash up to the eyeballs. And as long as you think the getting is easy and some ebook, YouTube video or other fundamentally flawed model that says: Input X unit of effort in exchange for a 100X return, then you have exactly what is coming. Which is nothing.

Are there 100x opportunities? Of course. In the early SEO days, it existed, when you could just spam meta tags, followed by link spam, then content spam, then blog spam, then PBN spam and so on. In the "golden" email spam days you could bombard millions of inboxes with zero filters via open relays. Most recently, with the Amazon boom, anything with a right keyword can go exponential.

But here's the thing. Shit changes. Fast. Inefficiencies don't last long.

Suddenly the golden goose that was your little secret gets out and is run over by the truck. Google bans you. Amazon delists you. A competitor copies your t-shirt. You cry a little, you complain on a forum, talk about how unfair it is. Maybe you pick yourself up. Maybe you go back to your day job. Maybe you keep hunting for yet another golden goose, because once you've had a taste of easy success, it's hard to think of anything else.

But here's the problem. You never learned any skills. You were just lucky. Sure, maybe you learned to spam Google. Or you learned how to arbitrage branded goods on Amazon. What good are those skills now? Other than some coin in the bank, you're no better off now than you were a year or two ago. Five years from now, you'll be that guy no one wants to talk to at the party because you're "that guy" trying to pitch some stupid MLM scheme or looking to get the scoop on some easy money or chasing the coat tails of those who hit escape velocity.

So, for all you new people trying to get into the game, you have to ask what you're here for: Are you here for the easy money? Or are you here to learn skills?

Alibaba? That's a website, not a skill. Retail arbitrage? You're a peddler, not a merchant. Launched a Shopify store? You and the other 100,000 people. Social media / SEO consultant? If you could truly do this, you would make it on your own. But since you can't, you're left with selling bullshit. That's the truth. Kickstarter? Don't even get me started.

What are actual skills? Coding. Sales. Writing. Marketing. Engineering. Product Design. Accounting. Web Design. Photography. Trade skills.

What do these have in common? They all take time to learn and more importantly, you can take them wherever you go. What is the best place to develop these skills? At a job. Yes, a real job, working for "The Man", where you can hopefully learn from those better than you and have time to hone your craft. And at the risk of being highly unpopular, if you don't have at least 2 of the above skills, you should seriously reconsider your path into entrepreneurship. And if you don't even have one of those skills, then best of luck kiddo. I wish I had half the skills on that list to run CuttingBoard.com (Edit: I do have a business, thank you for the hate mail PMs).

When you have a skill set, all it takes now is creativity. Vision. A business idea. And now you can execute. You have the tools. You can create ideas into being. You MAKE things. If you don't have skills, what are you left with? You're just copying, being an imitator, pretending to have the skills of someone else. You feed off the scraps of others, always hungry. You'll never stop being a hustler when all you do is listen to other people.

All of us want easy cash, so I don't look down on you. I was young too and damn if I didn't get lucky when the going was good. But I also was fortunate enough to learn that easy money is only easy for so long. Unfortunately, the vast majority of the internet peddlers are here to tell you otherwise. Because they know the biggest cash cow of them all, is selling the entrepreneur dream.

The golden rule is this: if someone is as good as they say they are, then why are they spending time selling to you instead of running their own business? I knew guys in one of the most competitive SEO industries. None of those guys ran a blog selling SEO advice. They just shut the hell up while making fuck you money.

You want to know what the real secret is of being an entrepreneur? It's realizing you're working 80 hours to avoid working 40. It's working weekends when your buddies are out partying. It's working 3am because the server fucking bricked again and you're the IT department. It's realizing that you always have to be the adult in any situation. It's realizing that you can't buy a golden goose.

But if you have enough patience, grit, empathy, self-reflection and STARTING CAPITAL, then you can make yourself into that goose.

If you're young, broke, desperate or indecisive, do yourself a favor and don't play the game. Work on yourself. That's the best possible investment you can ever make. Gain marketable skills. Learn how to sell and talk to people. And for the love of god stop listening to idiots that have no idea what they're talking about online.

Best of luck.

https://www.reddit.com/r/Entrepreneur/comments/5yejyl/im_an_ownerpartner_in_two_ecommerce_business_two/

#repost

Motivation of the day.

[topicprinter]

Normally I've got my business neutral demeanor, but it's late and I've -had- it after seeing the umpteeth upvoted post of complete BS. There's some idiot doing a ridiculous live stream building an ecommerce site. 50 websites making 20k in revenue? A guy that makes an average of $400/mo per site is simply a hustler. Even worse, he's a con man and you're the mark if you buy into it.I've been in this game a long time. I cut my teeth on the early days of being an affiliate and SEO. The internet industry is filled with trash up to the eyeballs. And as long as you think the getting is easy and some ebook, YouTube video or other fundamentally flawed model that says: Input X unit of effort in exchange for a 100X return, then you have exactly what is coming. Which is nothing.Are there 100x opportunities? Of course. In the early SEO days, it existed, when you could just spam meta tags, followed by link spam, then content spam, then blog spam, then PBN spam and so on. In the "golden" email spam days you could bombard millions of inboxes with zero filters via open relays. Most recently, with the Amazon boom, anything with a right keyword can go exponential.But here's the thing. Shit changes. Fast. Inefficiencies don't last long.Suddenly the golden goose that was your little secret gets out and is run over by the truck. Google bans you. Amazon delists you. A competitor copies your t-shirt. You cry a little, you complain on a forum, talk about how unfair it is. Maybe you pick yourself up. Maybe you go back to your day job. Maybe you keep hunting for yet another golden goose, because once you've had a taste of easy success, it's hard to think of anything else.But here's the problem. You never learned any skills. You were just lucky. Sure, maybe you learned to spam Google. Or you learned how to arbitrage branded goods on Amazon. What good are those skills now? Other than some coin in the bank, you're no better off now than you were a year or two ago. Five years from now, you'll be that guy no one wants to talk to at the party because you're "that guy" trying to pitch some stupid MLM scheme or looking to get the scoop on some easy money or chasing the coat tails of those who hit escape velocity.So, for all you new people trying to get into the game, you have to ask what you're here for: Are you here for the easy money? Or are you here to learn skills?Alibaba? That's a website, not a skill. Retail arbitrage? You're a peddler, not a merchant. Launched a Shopify store? You and the other 100,000 people. Social media / SEO consultant? If you could truly do this, you would make it on your own. But since you can't, you're left with selling bullshit. That's the truth. Kickstarter? Don't even get me started.What are actual skills? Coding. Sales. Writing. Marketing. Engineering. Product Design. Accounting. Web Design. Photography.What do these have in common? They all take time to learn and more importantly, you can take them wherever you go. What is the best place to develop these skills? At a job. Yes, a real job, working for "The Man", where you can hopefully learn from those better than you and have time to hone your craft. And at the risk of being highly unpopular, if you don't have at least 2 of the above skills, you should seriously reconsider your path into entrepreneurship. And if you don't even have one of those skills, then best of luck kiddo. Fuck, I wish I had half the skills on that list.For the rest of you, those looking for easy cash, I don't look down on you. I was young too and damn if I didn't get lucky when the going was good. But I also was fortunate enough to learn that easy money is only easy for so long. Unfortunately, the vast majority of the internet peddlers are here to tell you otherwise. Because they know the biggest cash cow of them all, is selling the entrepreneur dream.The golden rule is this: if someone is as good as they say they are, then why are they spending time selling to you instead of running their own business? I knew guys in one of the most competitive SEO industries. None of those guys ran a blog selling SEO advice. They just shut the hell up while making fuck you money.You want to know what the real secret is of being an entrepreneur? It's realizing you're working 80 hours to avoid working 40. It's working weekends when your buddies are out partying. It's working 3am because the server fucking bricked again and you're the IT department. It's realizing that you always have to be the adult in any situation. It's realizing that you can't buy a golden goose.But if you have enough patience, grit, empathy, self-reflection and STARTING CAPITAL, then you can make yourself into that goose.If you're young, broke, desperate or indecisive, do yourself a favor and don't play the game. Work on yourself. That's the best possible investment you can ever make. Gain marketable skills. Learn how to sell and talk to people. And for the love of god stop listening to idiots that have no idea what they're talking about online.Best of luck.TL;DR? Buy another fucking ebook.

#/r/entrepreneur #reddit