#Anti-Glare

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[nirvanalights]

Anti-Glare black Ceiling Recessed fixed & adjustable lights are perfect for directional low glare application. The black surface of the fixture adds to aesthetic and reduces glare

[eyewearfashiontips]

[demonslayedher]

Kaburamaru is cool and all, but get that girl some reading glasses

(Yeah, Maeda-san totally wanted to help, but they kicked him out)

[bootlegramdomneess]

Do I feel the least bit sorry for Claire? No. Because girl, you went into this after figuring out he gave you THE WRONG NUMBER. do you know how many men i've given the wrong number to because I simply did not want. Lots. Bro gave you the wrong number and you still stalked him out through his friend. That is weirdo forceful behavior and frankly not cute. Now look at where you are. That is shameful. Shameful behavior. like...he gave you the wrong number. he gave you the wrong number. he PURPOSEFULLY gave you the wrong number. On purpose.

[wingsdippedingold]

SJM majoring in creative writing will never not be hilarious to me

because she named her female main character in her fae series who does archery

Feyre Archeron

FAE-ruh ARCHER-on

are you kidding me

Like I get the Feyre/fair parralel to Belle from BATB, but come on

If this was just a BATB retelling I wouldn’t bat an eye, but its just so in your face that it just looks ridiculous

The only justification I could come up with is that it’s like symbolism of her connection with the fae even as she’s a human or her foreshadowing to become a High Lady of the fae, but that lowkey falls through for me because she literally then becomes a fae. If she stayed a human and then came to still lead the NC, I’d be like yeah that name makes sense, it works. But in the actual story I just can’t take it seriously 😭

[rhaenin-time]

The changes the writers made to Alicent, Aemond, and Aegon have too many modern connotations and it disturbs me that so many people find those connotations "sympathetic."

[bugwolfsstuff]

Do you think the anti Percabeth people hate Fierrochase (why the fuck did my autocorrect recognize that as a word) too?

Like decapitating your boyfriend before you're even dating is arguably worse than using him as bait in a MORE OR LESS SAFE CAMP ACTIVITY or JUDO FLIPPING HIM WHICH IS PROBABLY A NORMAL DISPLAY OF AFFECTION FOR CHB WHILE UNDER THE ASSUMPTION THAT HE'S STILL FUNCTIONALLY INDESTRUCTIBLE

[ofbreathandflame-archive]

Why do Rhysand stans always pretend to be Feyre stans? It's always a bit pathetic bc they're like "I'm Feyre first" and then you look on the blog and they've gotten at least three metas about "why I understand what Rhysand did😔" or they're like 'we know he was wrong but"

Why aren't y'all just honest about what you like? If you know you are going always prioritize Rhysand feelings and actions, even when they objectively clash with Feyre's why are yall so adamant on lying about it. These conversations would be so much more fruitful if people just admit they enjoy the bad boy more. This literally happened with Darkling and Alina and as soon as Alina was disentangled from Darklina y'all called her everything but a child of god😂

Y'all love for Feyre is conditional on her love for Rhys. Feyre is bbygirl as long as Feysand is the name of the game. Which is fine for personal preferences, but is a bit taxing when you feel obligated to care for a character you don't like outside the dynamic.

[lo-shouldve-been-an-email]

HER EYELASHES ARENT FILLED IN WTF.

[declanisms]

anti new rome as a concept. like it makes zero sense that there are many adults in the society and yet it’s the children who are conscripted. I don’t care if it’s for the plot it’s a terrible plot. like I’m sorry reyna is 16. 16 and in charge of the whole army. and then the next praetors are frank and hazel which is even worse bc hazel is even younger. do you know how stupid that is. they’re children with adults around!! not like chb where all the adults are dead or luke or half horse. new rome is literally the antithesis of percy choosing the prophecy to protect nico, i.e. someone younger than him. new rome should have been portrayed as the dystopia it is not as some sort of haven for demigods I rest my case.

[openedribcage]

the nonhuman urge to hiss, spit, growl and attack people when being percieved as anything but your actual self.

[vaicomcas]

In Season 7 after Dean yelled at Cas "you don't get a damn cat", Cas should get to disappear for a second then reappear exactly like this

"Meet my cat, asshole"

(this is Yuri Knorozov soviet linguist and his cat, from wikipedia)

[neon-emojiz]

:]

[cavinginhisfvce]

Paring: Harringrove.

Drabble/ficlet

Billy glares, a lot.

So much so everyone is always on high alert because they just know he's glaring at them. They know he's judging them for their every move and its nerve-wracking. Nothing particular is happening that requires that level of scrutiny, yet they're subjected to it anyway.

After Billy is taken in by Hopper, safe from the heavy hand of Neil Hargrove and the neglect of Susan Hargrove, he glared at everyone with little to no shame. Even Max. She seems to be only person aside from Steve, who barely even acknowledges his piercing stares.

Even when Billy's being pleasant, he glares at everyone and everything.

It isn't until Joyce invites Billy and Steve over for dinner that she sees the signature glare all the kids bitch about.

Its not their first meeting, but it's the first time she's had the chance to be around him without Jim present, or without there being a major crisis to work through.

At first, she assumes his face may just be like that. Nothing wrong with resting bitch face, Hop suffers from it too.

But, when Will comes barreling out his room with the newest comic in his collection, handing it to Billy, she sees the blond isn't glaring. He's squinting as he tries to read the rather small font of the book.

This causes a laugh to bubble out of her, all three of the kids whipping around to glance at her curiously before they're turning back to the comic with furrowed brows.

It was so obvious in hindsight, Billy needed glasses. He wasn't angry like everyone assumed. He wasn't being a spoilsport.

He just can't see. He just needed glasses.

And if Joyce drags him to the eye doctor and helps him get glasses and contacts? Well, that's between her and Billy. (And Steve who refused to be left out of his boyfriend getting said glasses.)

Anyway, I have so many random drafts, headcanons, and drabbles I wrote today and I'll eventually share them all.

[hastalavistabyebye]

Don't lose your anchor

Ao3 version

Spiritual sequel of The Keychain story (part 1 and part 2 here). I think it can be read as a stand alone, but only at the same degree as any other ficlet of this universe 😅 it's better to have read some others at least, but can be managed on its own.

Neyo wasn’t one to lose his composure easily. But this campaign was hell warmed over. It had been supposed to be a simple recon mission, two squads, backed up by the rest of the Battalion to take the city, once the path was clear. Of course it went tits up faster than it takes him to change his ammo. 

As any Clone Commander, he hated when someone (generally his jetii) said they had “a bad feeling about it”. For once, he had been the one with a bad feeling at the start of the mission. It was getting worse now. Like a jittery, itchy feeling in his fingers, crawling up his arms and down his back. Admittedly, the blaster fire they were receiving didn't help. 

He ducked under cover at Allie’s side, both of them covered in red dust, making them blend with the surrounding walls of stone that formed the canyons they had retreated in.

“What’s the situation, sir ?” He shouted more than asked, over the loud detonations of the fight around them.

“We’re getting there, Commander. We just need to clear the path a bit more and we’ll be able to blow up those rocks, up there, and close the entryway.”

He barely had the time to think “If they don’t explode it before us” when a loud detonation ringed in the entire gorge. 

“Kriff. Sitrep !” He ordered through the comms. 

“It was us, Commander. No casualties from our side,” was the quick answer he got.

He didn’t have the time to sight in relief when a second explosion made the stone tremble behind them. This one came from the corridor Windu and Ponds had disappeared into with a squad, to secure the path and hopefully acquire them an escape route.

Neyo and his General exchanged a look, before both commed the two officers of Lighting in a single movement. Neither of them got an answer.

It didn’t take long for them to get a report on what happened -Ponds and Windu followed a small group of clankers who ended up blowing up the passage on them. It took them even less time to make sure everything was settled on their end, organize the research for a way out of this labyrinth and run to the second explosion’s site. 

Thankfully, only four people had been trapped under the rubble. Of course, Neyo’s ori’vod and his Jedi were part of those four people. 

The dread growing in him only got worse when he found a small salamander keychain half buried between a few rocks. Bacara was going to kill him, he thought derisively, while carefully freeing the little talisman. It was a bit scratched and the leather rope crooked, but still in good shape. Small mercies. It should still have protective capacities even if a bit banged up. Surely it wasn't supposed to be its owner’s anchor and compass thanks to the straightness of the rope. He stood there, observing the precious object cradle in his palm, when General Allie came at his side. 

“I can still sense Mace, Commander, even if weakly. We’ll find them.”

Neyo nodded once, before turning determined eyes to his general. The visor of his helmet never stopped her from perceiving his gaze.

“Could this help you establish a more precise area of research ?” He said while showing her the little salamander head. The gorge was wide here, and there was too much rubble for them to clean it all up, especially not quickly enough to be of any help. “Ponds always has it on him.”

Neyo knew for a fact that his ori’vod only put it down long enough to shower, and not a second more. And that was only because he didn't want to damage the leather. He always had it with him. That knowledge definitely didn’t help with the icy worry eating at his mind.

“Yes, yes it could !” The Jedi smiled at him, a little less stiff and concerned than it had been seconds ago. 

She thankfully didn’t try to pry it from Neyo’s hand, just placed her fingers delicately on top of the purple stone, eyes closed. A minute later, she was lifting a massive stone out of the way, revealing a small cavity hidden in the middle of the rubble. Neyo and a few of his troops extracted the four rescapies -injured but thankfully alive- in record time. 

Once the medics cleared from Ponds’ side, Neyo lightly threw the keychain into his lap. His ori’vod was in a too pitiful state for him to smack the back of his head, like he would have loved to do. The dikutla would have deserved it, jumping under explosions like a kriffing jetii -that it was to save someone else was irrelevant. 

“Don’t lose your anchor ever again, dikut. Bacara would kill us both.”

The small, warm chuckle that earned him made the last of his worry dissolve.