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enamouredfae · 3 years ago

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♡ Pick a Card ♡

What you need to know in order to be ready for the love you so longingly seek!

This reading is looking at anything you might need to heal or grow into in order to enter future relationships as your higher self. I am not looking at your future, but simply trying to guide you towards your highest good in the field of love. Many of us have internalized certain perceptions of love that we must unlearn, or have lived through difficult moments which have closed us off or made experiencing love more difficult. If you are in a toxic relationship/situation, please do not take any messages that might seem to tell you to stay in it. With this reading, I will hopefully open you up to some introspection and hopefully growth. You may very well be attracted to multiple piles and that is ok! Read all that attract you and take what resonates. Each pile has three pieces of advice, so mixing and matching is invited!

This reading is for entertainment purposes only.

This is a timeless reading for the collective, therefore it is likely that some messages will not resonate with you. Please only take the messages that do! The messages that do not, are meant for somebody else. Remember that the future is never set in stone and that you possess free will! Love you! ♡

Pile 1

Charm: Knot

1. Yang

Yang tells me that you need to learn to become more proactive in love. You cannot wait around. You must act! You need to manifest your desires into the material world by doing. It's perfectly fine to do the first move, no matter what society deems "acceptable", it is even invited with this card.

23. Peace

Radical acceptance is necessary for inner peace and in this case for a higher love. You must first love yourself fully, light and shadow self, before loving someone else in the way that you both deserve! And you deserve radical acceptance, we are all flawed and intricate people! As long as we are willing to change and grow and put in the work, past mistakes can be atoned for.

38. To be fair

This card tells me that you need to learn to be more balanced in relationships. Are you giving more than the other parties? Are you giving less? We must be fair to both others and ourselves. When someone in the relationship gives more, they may feel underappreciated which can become unmotivating, but they can also overwhelm the other person. You must learn balance.

Pile 2

Charm: Cactus

7. To the sea (reversed)

"When fishermen cannot go to sea, they stay at home and repair their nets." This is a quote from the guidebook that I had to rewrite here because it encapsulates the advice perfectly. You probably long for love like fishermen long for the sea. This card is telling me that the problem isn't coming from you, but the external world. An idea that just popped up in my head is a queer teen living in a homophobic area or with homophobic parents, so it is likely that this could be your situation. If it is, I love you, please take care of yourself, love and better days will come, don't worry! But you must wait a while longer until the external world matches your vibration, perhaps you'll have to move, wait until you're safe to go out to the sea. Until then, go with the flow.

50. No place like home (reversed)

This card seems to work perfectly with the previous one, it reminds us that what is familiar isn't always the best, because it keeps us from growing. If you want change, you can't keep going to the same things/people that haven't worked before, it's counterintuitive. It is natural to go back to what's familiar, but try something new. Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. Choose unfamiliar.

34. A leg up (reversed)

You are carrying the burden of your world all alone. You probably don't feel safe sharing what you feel, or are very uncomfortable with vulnerability. To be honest with you, right before writing this part of the reading, I started tearing up, you are holding in so much hurt... You need to voice your struggles, being vulnerable is proof of immense strength, believe me! I know it's hard! Start little by little with someone you really trust!

Pile 3

Charm: Star

35. Loyal Heart

Ok if one pile is ready for the beginning of a relationship it's this one. It is the perfect time for you to create loyal commitments. It is possible that you are already in a committed relationship, but at the very least you are surrounded by loyal, devoted people. Don't forget to be devoted and loyal in return!

4. Higher Power (reversed)

This card is inviting you to trust in whatever divine power you believe in, trust that the universe is divinely guiding you and protecting you. I feel like if a certain religion or spiritual path attracts or fascinates you, you should start looking into it, careful with being disrespectful or appropriating it, especially with closed practices, please do your research! But connecting to Source would be beneficial to you in the long run!

25. Round and Round

You are stuck in a cycle that you must break. Do not worry, you shouldn't feel bad, it's all part of the learning process. Remember: you've been through this before, think back on how that made you feel the previous times, are you sure you want to go through that again? Breaking this cycle is a form of self-care, and you need to care for yourself! You are subconsciously punishing yourself by staying in this cycle, try thinking about the root of why you're doing so! It could help you in breaking it!

Pile 4

Charm: "Love"

8. The tribe

You may want to find your tribe, or you have recently found it. You might feel like you finally belong, or are longing for that feeling. Whenever I get this card, I think of the astrology/witchcraft/tarot community here! It may be the same for you! You are welcome here, and hopefully, you feel like you belong! Contributing to any community that you are passionate about, whether online or in real life, will bring you great joy and satisfaction. Your tribe awaits and needs you! It's possible that that's where you'll find love as well!

6. Not for you (reversed)

Let them go. Whoever you first thought of, it's time to stop obsessing over them. "Don't chase after what flees you." I'm sure you realize this is not serving you, but how do you stop? This card is suggesting radical acceptance and surrender, that this is a sign that someone or something much better is waiting for you. I suggest reminding yourself that they aren't perfect and that you have just come to idealize them.

52. Mending (reversed)

You are very likely going through a grieving period right now. There is so much hurt and disappointment. "Heartbreak is a strange healer of souls." It may feel awful now, but trust that when you look back one day, you will see that the hurt you're feeling now, transformed you in a powerful way. This card is inviting you to accept the heartbreak and push through it, situations like this open us up to seeing the world in a new way, to growing. Better days are coming!

Pile 5

Charm: Angel

28. Building blocks (reversed)

Are you acting according to your belief system? Are you following the advice you give others? You must look carefully at your core foundation. It seems to me that you have done a lot of inner growth, but are still stuck in your old ways. Your outer self isn't matching your inner self. Start doing what you preach!

47. Go the distance

I feel like you're someone that wants love right now! For it to come fast and smoothly, like a sprint. You must learn to see love more realistically, as a long-distance race of endurance. You may be the type to immediately run at the sight of a problem. You must learn to be dedicated and work in love, it won't always be the idealized version you keep reading about or watching. Love demands work!

32. Here and Now (reversed)

You live in the past, don't you? So much regret and nostalgia... Or perhaps you live in the future? Daydreams and ambition. There is a need to learn to live in the here and now, you cannot change the past, and the future is infinite. They're both elusive, and unreliable; now is tangible, real, and full of immediate possibilities.

Pile 6

Charm: Mars Symbol

22. Blessed

This beautiful card talks about an unexpected and "unearned" wonderful event, that seems like divine intervention, a gift from the universe. The advice I take from this card is to practice gratitude because you seem to be blessed in the love department. Perhaps you already know who "the one" is for you. If you don't, trust that the universe has someone wonderful for you!

31. Why?

Ask yourself why you feel as you do about/in love? It is time for some introspection. You need to think and identify unhealthy patterns in your love life. Why do you act as you do in a relationship? Identify what in your past has caused this behavior. It won't solve the problem right away, but it's a good first step. Understanding the problem will be validating.

27. Exchanging gifts (reversed)

"Be careful what you pray for because you might just get it." You need to be ready for the energy exchange that will happen if this happens. This card talks about an imbalance between giving and receiving. You must learn that if you receive a lot, you must return a lot, love needs to be balanced. If you give more, you aren't actually in control, the other party could be consciously or unconsciously taking advantage of your generosity!

Pile 7

Charm: Eternally Open Heart Locket

17. The Fates

You must learn to accept that there are things and people you simply cannot control and change. You cannot blame yourself for things beyond your control, nor can you blame others for things they cannot control. Just be wise enough to tell the difference between things one can control and things one cannot!! If you have a tendency to mold people into your ideal, making them lose their essence, you must learn to accept people for who they are. It is not your job to change them: the desire to change must come from them, for them.

15. Message in a bottle

Try asking for specific signs from the universe, or start becoming more aware of them. Synchronicities are all around you, they're the way that the universe confirms that you're on the right path! Listen carefully to those you communicate with, they could be delivering a cledon to you. This card itself is a good sign, a favorable answer to the question occupying your mind.

9. Treasure Island

You might've already, but if you haven't, MANIFEST YOUR LOVE!! You will be greatly rewarded when you embrace the law of attraction and your intuition. Depending on your belief in how manifestation works, try being mindful of free will! If you believe that love spells on specific people are influencing their free will, then it is immoral to manifest a specific person. If you don't believe that that is how manifestation works, do as you will, just be in line with your beliefs! This card is also a great sign, you're on the right path, and have good fortune on your side. Very lucky pile!!

Pile 8

Charm: Boot

2. Yin (reversed)

You must learn to receive, only being the giver isn't good for you. You deserve to receive! Be open to embodying yin and yang equally. "You stop the flow of abundance when you constantly insist upon being the giver." Be the listener, the one that learns, the one that is being led.

33. Chaos and Conflict

You may be afraid of chaos and conflict, but you must remember that they can rid you of what's no longer serving you. Conflict also implies two sides, remember that yours isn't the only one, and conflict can lead to mutual understanding. Learn to put up boundaries, but also to respect those of others. When you finally see the potential of healing that conflict can cause, you'll be ready for mature communication in relationships.

20. Imagine

Remember that you can create what you imagine! Your imagination is powerful in manifesting your desires, but it can't do everything for you! Manifestation is work, when an opportunity arises, act! This card can also be a sign that the person you're manifesting will be entering your life soon. When they appear, don't just wait, and daydream! The imagination part of manifesting is done, now it's time to act.

Pile 9

Charm: Knife

21. Clean it up

It's time to let go and declutter your mind. Think about what is no longer serving you, about the things that only overwhelm you, and make you overthink, they aren't good for you. It might also help you to declutter in general, your house, your closet, your phone, your feed, etc. Make room for the new and the better.

48. Poised (reversed)

Think carefully, are you really ready for love right now? Because this card is telling me that you aren't. It's ok to be a "late bloomer", and it's important to be ready for love, as to not hurt the one you love, and yourself. Being single isn't a sign of "failure", it gives you the time and space to focus on yourself, on your growth, on your healing, on exploring and understanding yourself. Being single can seem like a curse, but it's a blessing, it's what you need right now.

16. All that glitters

Are you being yourself in love? Are they? Don't succumb to the power of superficiality. Either let go of the mask or look beyond theirs! "Imagine that all the glitter is gone. Would you still desire the object or person?" If one falls for the glitter, what will happen on the day they forgets to glue it on?

Thank you for reading! Love you all.♡

You can buy me a coffee if you feel called to do so! This is never necessary, but always appreciated! ♡

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slugtranslation-hypmic · 3 years ago

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hello! if you're comfortable answering, do you have any tips for people that want to start translation work? i plan on trying it out just for fun, but i'm scared i'll accidentally mistranslate something or mischaracterize a character with the way i translate their way of speaking, and i'll get crucified by the fandom. any tips for boosting self confidence? thank you!

Congrats on choosing to start your translation journey!

Here's the deal: You will make mistakes. Let's get that out of the way first. No matter how much we wish otherwise, it's impossible to not make mistakes, so forgive yourself for the mistakes you will make as a growing, learning, alive individual and move on.

As I tell my students constantly, there are two types of mistakes:

Conceptual errors

Silly errors

The conceptual error is one that occurs because of a misunderstanding of a concept. It is one that will continue to occur until you correct your understanding. When this kind of mistake occurs, determine what caused the mistake, make a plan to fix it, and execute it. That's all. No need to feel humiliation or embarrassment. You're learning, and how else can one learn without making mistakes? If you already knew everything, then how could you be learning?

The silly error is one that occurs for no good reason - because you had a brain fart, because you made a typo, because you were too tired, etc. These are what people usually call "stupid errors", but that's an unproductive term. The way we talk about ourselves and the world around us shape our perceptions and the way the world eventually becomes. If we call ourselves stupid, we will eventually browbeat and bully ourselves into corners where we feel too ashamed and too untalented to try everything. Instead, why not be silly? Why not take an opportunity to laugh at the ridiculousness of what you just did? I do math on a daily basis and have been doing addition problems for 17 years at least, but every other day I'll proudly say something like, "13 + 4 = 15". Ridiculous! So we'll laugh about it together, then I'll amend that, and we'll keep going on in life feeling nothing but amusement over this. Because you know that I make mistakes, and I know that you make mistakes, so as long as we can go on forgiving one another and ourselves for being imperfect, we can keep moving forward to better and brighter places.

Your translations will not make everyone happy. There will always be someone who will be angry at you merely for existing or some who will be personally offended at your translation style. And so what? Seriously, so what? They are the ones choosing to invest their time and energy into being angry, but there is no need for you to buy into their anger. You have a delete asks button, you have a block button, and you have the right to not give a damn no matter what people say. Have fun with what you're doing, and that will shine through in the strength of your work.

Recently at work, I've had to work on several series I wasn't familiar with prior to seeing them, so I spent a few days reading some of the source material to get a good idea of who the characters were, how they talked, what the tone of the story is, etc. These kinds of initial forays will give you much of the necessary context you need, but there's still a good chance you'll annoy superfans. C'est la vie. If you've ever worked customer service, go about it in the exact same way. Some fans believe that the customer is always right, and you can smile and nod because it's their opinion. They're perfectly entitled to having their own opinion. Then you can go home and completely forget they ever existed because they are not worth your time or space in your mind. Good riddance!

I believe in you. Now get out there and have fun!

#not a translation #asks #misc asks

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alienheartattack · 4 years ago

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To All Of Us, From 2000 Years Ago

I got so mad about 139 and the leaks that I banged out my own 3000+ word ending to the manga today. Please keep in mind that this is a non-shipping story. Although I’ve exclusively written Rivamika before, this is not a Rivamika story, and although there’s an Eren/Mikasa scene at the beginning. there is no relationship between them, only the implication of feelings that are not quite reciprocated. I also threw some Levi fan service in there because why the hell not?

CW: There are references to and non-detailed descriptions of rape in this story.

You can also read this on AO3!

"You know what you have to do," Eren says. Mikasa pretends not to hear him over the rush of the little creek they're sitting by so he says it again, louder.

"I know," she sighs. "Even now, knowing that you've done something so unforgivable, a part of me doesn't want to."

"You're a good person, Mikasa. You'll be even better without me."

She snorts a laugh. "I've killed people, too. Just not as many as you did."

"You always had the weirdest sense of humor." Eren puts an arm around her, presses a kiss to her cheek. "I'm going to miss it." That's what finally brings him to tears, the thought of not seeing Mikasa again. Or Armin. Or Connie, or Jean, or Captain Levi, even the rest of them. He's had plenty of time to accept that he'd die at nineteen, was always going to die at nineteen, but now that the moment has arrived he wants to hold on just a bit longer.

Mikasa doesn't cry, at least not the way he expects her to. Tears stream down her face but she doesn't sniffle, doesn't sob, doesn't rage or scream the way she’s done in the past. He sees them both, Mikasa the girl and Mikasa the soldier, perfectly coexisting in the inky blackness of her eyes. She has made her decision. She made it before she even stepped into the mouth of the Titan.

"Kiss me one last time," Eren weeps. "Please."

"Okay," she nods, cupping his face with one hand and leaning in close. "See you later, Eren."

When Mikasa pulls away from his lips, the deed is already done. His severed head feels sickeningly heavy in her blood-stained hands. His eyes gaze beyond her, beyond the veil of this world, clouded with the knowledge of the void. The Titan around her begins to disintegrate in plumes of white steam. Mikasa swears she can smell wildflowers.

"Mikasa Ackerman," a girl's voice echoes. Mikasa whips her head around, looking for the source of the sound. Someone seems to materialize from the steam, swirling eddies of smoke coalescing in the form of a small girl, scraggly blond hair falling into her eyes, barefoot in a dirty white dress. Her face is blank, her eyes downcast.

"Ymir," Mikasa says, the name forming in her mouth before she can think of it.

Ymir nods, then points to Eren's head. "You loved him. Why did you kill him?"

"I had to."

"Why?"

"Because some things are more important than my love." Ymir stares blankly, seemingly confused. "The millions of people who died are more important. The world is more important. Besides, what kind of person would I be to stand beside someone who could slaughter so many people so senselessly?"

"You… don't love him?" The little girl blinks quickly, white lids snapping over black eyes. Something about it seems inhuman, wrong somehow. Mikasa cannot help but think of insects.

A tear falls from her face and lands on Eren’s, snaking a trail down his cheek as though he'd shed it himself. "I can never forget what he did and I don't know if I'll ever be able to forgive him for it, but I'll always love Eren."

"You wouldn't die for him?"

Mikasa answers without hesitation. "Never."

Ymir's gaze snaps up to Mikasa's, and she feels sick from what she sees in the girl's odd, dark eyes: a hunger, almost starvation, for the scraps of affection Karl Fritz would throw at her; a longing to be treated well, to be fussed over and doted on and adored. Ymir would close her eyes and dream of a shining, beautiful man when the king held her down and fucked her, made her recoil, made her bleed, beat her when she cried out or complained of the pain. She carved out a space in her mind for him where she sculpted him into her ideal. Sometime between that first bloody night and the day the assassin's spear pierced her chest she invented a Karl Fritz out of whole cloth, a man whose cold entreaties and brutal assaults were proof of his undying love.

Mikasa sees these things from Ymir’s eyes, feels the bruises forming on her back, the tearing and bleeding between her legs, the rotted wine breath of Karl Fritz in her mouth.

"I would never have jumped in front of that spear," she says, more confident than she’s ever felt. "I wouldn't even have considered it." Ymir frowns, cocks her head like she's trying to understand. "You thought you were doing the right thing, but you protected a man who never loved you. You laid down your life for a man who forced your daughters to consume your body. He didn't even mourn you."

A flash of anger contorts Ymir's face. Her eyes dart around wildly, turning Mikasa's words over in her mind. "But he loved me," she insists.

"Did he ever tell you he loved you? Or did he treat you like a slave?" Mikasa's voice wavers at the word slave, at the memory of Eren screaming at her across that restaurant table; the moment her wall of denial came crumbling down. No matter what his plan was, it became clear that day that he would step on any of them to achieve it. She had no idea how true that assessment would become, millions of bodies crushed into the contaminated earth beneath the feet of Eren’s Titans.

She wonders if things would have happened differently if he'd just admitted once that he loved her.

"You are free," she tells Ymir. "You choose your own destiny. I am free, and I chose mine."

Ymir says nothing, her eyes luminous with tears, and then dissipates into the smoke. Mikasa is vaguely aware of the wavering steam around her, of Levi flying on Falco's back and pulling her out of the Titan's mouth before everything turns hazy and white.

She can see the scene from two thousand years earlier as clear as though she were there, floating above it all: the crowd come to see King Fritz's speech, the hooded assassin's arm pulling back, the tip of the spear glinting in the daylight. The assassin lets the spear fly, its arc perfectly aimed at the heart of the tyrant. His wife Ymir, older and slimmer than the girl Mikasa met but still with those same sad, black insect eyes, watches in horror as the tip of the spear flies closer and closer; but she does not move, not even when it impales her husband through the chest and the light in his eyes is snuffed out.

In time-lapse, Mikasa sees it all: the accession of Queen Ymir, wise and fair, and the moderate reigns of her three daughters, and their daughters after them. The power of the Titans remains within the royal family, passed down from mother to daughter, a shameful, secret birthright. They create diplomatic ties with other countries, offering succor and counsel, avoiding the path of war so as not to reveal their ultimate power. There is no Great Titan War, no walls, no telepathic manipulation. The world moves forward in fits and starts as it always has, small skirmishes and occasional wars, but the Eldians remain steadfast and committed to peace. Satisfied with Ymir's choice, Mikasa finds herself closing her eyes, opening them for the first time again in the year 835, in her parents' house just outside Shiganshina, as a new doctor pulls her into the world. He is not Grisha Yeager, she notes, and then she forgets who Grisha Yeager is entirely.

In the year 845, there is no Wall Maria for the Colossal Titan to breach, and no Colossal Titan to breach it.

Inside one of the cities in what was once Wall Rose, a history teacher writes notes on a chalkboard before his first class arrives for the day. He draws a crown in the middle of the board and writes the subject of the day's class inside of it: QUEEN YMIR THE WISE. The teacher is startled by a noise behind him; he turns to find one of his students, a shy girl called Sarah, taking a seat at her desk.

"School hasn't started yet," he says. "You're supposed to be outside."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Smith," Sarah replies. "I was looking at a really interesting bug and the other girls started making fun of me."

The teacher nods. "All right, just this once. If you’d like, sometime I could teach you how to stand up to those girls."

Hundreds of miles away, the forests of Dauper ring with the whoops of an exuberant girl, triumphing at having killed her first deer with a bow and arrow she carved herself. She doesn't care that she's scaring the other game away with her commotion, or that she has no idea how she'll lug a hundred-pound carcass all the way back home.

In Trost, a young boy lingers over his breakfast; not because he wants to miss school, but because his mother's omelet is the most delicious thing he's ever eaten and probably ever will eat. His mother ruffles his hair and pinches his round cheek, then gently chides him to eat faster or he’ll be late.

A little boy in Ragako District, a few inches shorter than his friends, demands another explanation of the multiplication tables. He doesn't quite understand the concept, goes blank when his friends try to explain arrays of rows and columns, but he believes that he can pass today's test if he tries hard enough.

Across the sea in Marley, the prosperous Eldian District is strewn with streamers, celebrating the 2000th anniversary of the assassination of the cruel King Fritz. The children have the day off from school and are gathering in the streets, purchasing candy and ice cream from vendor stalls and exchanging them as gifts to celebrate the sweetness of life. A little blond girl receives an extra coin from her father, who tells her to get something special for herself.

A few blocks away, a doctor fills his medical bag and sets off to see his first patient of the day. As he walks through the crowd of happy children, many of whom he’s delivered himself, he hopes that his only son will change his mind and join the family business.

In Mitras, a shopkeeper opens his door for the first time, pausing for a moment in the early morning sunshine to admire the wooden shingle hanging by his doorway, gently swinging in the breeze. It depicts a hand wrapped around a mug of tea, wisps of steam rising into the air above it.

The door opens while he's adjusting the canisters on the shelf behind the counter, making sure their labels face perfectly forward. His heart leaps at the tinkle of the doorbell. He picked the most musical one, the one that made him happiest when he heard it, and he feels very good about his decision.

"Hello, welcome to Ackerman Tea— Mom!" His voice takes on an adolescent whine when he addresses his mother, which makes him feel like a child and impossibly old at the same time, despite his twenty-six years.

"Did you really think I wouldn't be your first customer?" she asks, beaming. "Of course I'm going to come support my sweet boy." Her gaze sweeps over the shop, its walls painted a deep forest green, the mahogany counter polished to a mirror shine. "I'm so proud of you, Levi. You've worked so hard and it shows." Her voice quavers, her eyes filling with tears.

"Moooom," he trills, softer this time, quietly moved. Her presence feels like an auspicious omen, a reminder from the universe that someone will catch him should he fall. "Is there a tea you’re interested in, or would you like me to help you choose? We have more than thirty varieties."

"You've been practicing," his mother notes with a nod.

Levi shrugs off her comment, feeling a bit bashful that she’s noticed his hard work. "I've never been great with people, and this job is nothing but people. At least until I can hire someone to cover the counter while I blend tea in the back."

"You'll get there soon," she says, pulling a few coins from her purse. "Get me something you'd think I'd like."

He thinks for a moment, his brow furrowing in concentration, before his face lights up and he grabs a step-stool to reach a canister of black tea flavored with strawberry and rose. "This one is sweet and floral, but it becomes so much more when you add a bit of milk. You don't even need any sugar."

"Perfect. You even thought about how I take my tea." She places a few coins on the counter, watching her son approvingly as he scoops the tea into a bag, folds it closed with surgical precision, and ties a blue ribbon around it. "You're going to be a success, my love. I know it."

"That makes one of us," he smirks, then scoops the coins into his palm and puts them in the cash register, enjoying the feel of the heavy keys under his fingers, the spring-loaded pressure of the drawer. He hopes he gets to use it many more times today.

"Will you be home for dinner?"

"I should be. I can't imagine people will want to buy tea at night."

"Good," his mother says. "Because now that you're in business, we should talk about finding you a wife."

"MOM!" he exclaims, a furious blush coloring his face.

Further south in Shiganshina, Mikasa sulks as her mother walks her into town, not wanting to leave the safety of her parents' cabin to learn and play with the other children. She is perfectly happy to do chores on the farm, to learn the simultaneously mundane and arcane secrets of coaxing a plant from seed, to throw feed to the chickens and pull weeds in the garden.

"Mikasa, you're ten years old. Your father and I can't teach you everything," her mother says.

"I can learn from books. I don't need to go to school."

"The fact that you're saying that means you need to go. There's more to the world than just our farm, my sweet. You might want to see the world someday."

The little girl huffs. "I doubt it." Her mother simply shakes her head and smiles, ruminating on her daughter’s impending teenage years, a possible hint of rebellion, but finds that hard to imagine. Mikasa is usually a calm, easygoing child, though perhaps a bit too inquisitive and stubborn for her own good.

Mikasa hugs her mother fiercely at the school gate, watching as she turns and walks back up the road that leads to their farm. She’s excited to make new friends and learn new things, but she misses her home more than she ever thought possible. She lets out a soft sigh, then turns to face the crowd of running, yelling children; her new classmates.

She trudges around the grassy schoolyard, dodging groups of kids chasing each other or playing impromptu games. Everyone seems to know each other already; even if she did feel comfortable enough to go up to someone and introduce herself, she has no idea who to approach first.

"Hey! Give that back!" someone screams behind her. Mikasa turns around to see a small blond boy jumping up and down, reaching for a book that a larger boy dangles just above his grasp. The larger boy just laughs at him, taunting him with the book, threatening to tear it from its spine.

Mikasa frowns, balling her fists at her sides, then approaches the boys. "He said to give his book back," she says to the bully. "Give it back."

The bully laughs. "You think you can tell me what to do?"

"I think you should give the book back if you know what's good for you," she snarls, putting her hands on her hips. The bully laughs again and shoves Mikasa out of the way with one hand, making her stumble backwards, tripping over her own feet until she lands on her behind in the dirt. She gets up, dusts herself off, and runs up to the bully, punching him square in the nose. He falls to the ground, dropping the book. Mikasa tosses it to the blond boy. The bully grabs his nose, tears welling in his eyes, and lets out a wail when he sees his hand smeared with blood.

"You leave him alone!" Mikasa threatens, looming over the bully, her dark eyes shining. He scrabbles to his feet and runs away and she lets out a relieved breath, her heart hammering in her chest.

"That was amazing!" the little boy says. When he approaches her, she finds that he's not actually that small, only a few inches shorter than her. "I've never seen you before. Are you new?"

"It's my first day," she replies. "I've lived here all my life but I haven't been to school yet."

"I'm Armin," the boy says. "What's your name?"

"Mikasa."

"That’s an interesting name. Are you from Hizuru?" Armin asks, his eyes wide with curiosity. He holds up his book, a thick, leather-bound tome, A Brief History of Hizuru and the Minor East Sea Islands written in gilt lettering. "My parents told me that the whole country is built around a volcano. A big mountain filled with liquid fire! Well, technically it’s molten rock."

"My mom's family is from Hizuru, but I’ve never been there and I don't know anything about any liquid fire mountains," she says tentatively.

"It's real!" he gushes. "I'm reading about it now. I could tell you about it more at recess if you want. I like to sit under that tree over there." He points off in the distance, at a huge pine tree that shades a corner of the yard. "They're going to ring the bell soon, otherwise I'd tell you now. Volcanoes are so cool. Sometimes they explode and shoot the liquid fire into the sky like a firework."

"Wow!" Mikasa marvels with a smile. "I can’t wait to hear about them."

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Chapter 30: Star Death Reality Show (XIII)

"This place between the back of the head and the neck is very dangerous, it's easy for you to cause a brain hernia and kill the person. I’m telling you, the correct way is to hold her carotid artery—the place on the side of the neck, and she’ll pass in a few seconds, safe and harmless," Dr. Lu, who had committed several occupational malpractices, prattled on.

Qi Leren tried to breathe: "She’s not dead, I controlled my strength."

Dr. Lu raised his head: "When did you learn this? How did you suddenly change your style and go straight to James Bond?"

Qi Leren looked helpless: "It was all forced out."

"Qianbei is very fierce, almost too much! So handsome!" Du Yue, the fanboy, wore the awestruck expression of a hopeless fan and looked at Qi Leren with stars in his eyes. "Can qianbei teach me? I also want to learn!"

"Well, let’s wait... let’s wait until the show is over," Qi Leren said. "Hurry up and find out if there’s anything important in this basement. Hurry up, Mark may come back soon."

The three men were busy again, especially Dr. Lu, who, like a hamster whose hidden melon seeds had been lost after the sawdust was changed, searched anxiously. He plunked his ass on the ground and looked into the gap under the bookcase, and pulled Du Yue to help when he was met with heavy objects that couldn’t be moved.

Qi Leren looked around the basement. It wasn’t like a private laboratory, but rather a utility room, with cabinets and bookcases everywhere and some metal barrels and strewn about tools in the corner. Qi Leren even saw homemade explosives… This former owner was good at playing around.

Since there were explosives, it wasn’t strange that there had been an explosion here, and the scope of the explosion wasn’t small, which had left the basement a mess, with huge blocks of stones around the collapsed passageway. Although it could be seen that someone had cleaned this passage that led to an unknown location, they still can't do anything about the heavy stones.

Had anyone entered this passage? Had He Yi entered the passage, or were He Yi and Mark both in it?

Considering that the audience voted to prove that Mark had knocked out Xue Jiahui, it seemed that Mark probably hadn’t entered it. With such a thought, the situation at that time was that Mark had tried to go against He Yi. He Yi discovered the passage in the attic, entered the basement, and discovered the explosives. He wanted to kill Mark with these, and accidentally discovered that there was a secret passage here, which he used to escape?

"Oh, come and look at this! Is this the legendary ID card?" With a loud shout, Dr. Lu held up a plastic card to show it to the others.

When Qi Leren took the card, he still couldn't understand the words on it, but the metal identification strip embedded in it made it distinct. The plastic casing was also tied with a rope, which seemed to be hung around his neck to prevent it from being lost.

"You can give it a try. Come on, let's go back to Jing Siyu’s house" Qi Leren was also excited.

The three people left Annie knocked out, quickly left the building, and headed for the temporarily unoccupied house of Jing Siyu.

In the basement of Jing Siyu's house, with a "di-" sound, the heavy metal door opened upwards, revealing the dark metal passage inside. The emergency lights along the bottom of the passage’s walls were on, and the miserable green light source made this corridor look like a ghostly hell.

Sure enough, there was electricity inside. But intelligent life on this planet had gone extinct, yet there was still a power supply in this underground place? It was incredible.

Qi Leren stuffed the ID card into his pocket: "Turn off the cameras."

He was worried that there would be some accidents that would make him have to use his skill cards. Although doing so would arouse the suspicion of the audience, it was better than direct exposure.

"I'll go in first and see. Wait here. I'll call you when I get to the other end," Qi Leren said cautiously.

"Be careful, if you’re injured, come back quickly. I’ll curse you to death if you don’t!" Dr. Lu said.

"Qianbei, you can do it! You’re the best!" Du Yue clenched his fists.

Qi Leren felt a little tired. Why were all his little friends so funny? Couldn’t he get better ones?

In the deep and otherworldly green light, Qi Leren took the first step. His footsteps were as light as a prowling cat, and he didn't make a sound. This disturbing color touched his nerves and made him feel that he was in constant danger.

One step, two steps... Qi Leren moved forward, and the uncertainty of stepping on a censor haunted Qi Leren at every moment, making him more alert. He believed in his intuition. He knew he could even accurately sense the threat of flying knives when he was blindfolded, as Chen Baiqi had already confirmed.

And this passage was not safe.

Just when he was thinking about it, his hunch came true!

[Rain-Day Laundry: At present, the remaining sensing times are 2/3.]

Dididididididi— The shrill alarm sounded! Even if the ID card had been used to open the door, Qi Leren, an illegal intruder, was still caught! The metal door behind him slammed shut, cutting off his escape route! Dr. Lu and Du Yue shouted at the door in alarm, and at the end of the metal corridor, dazzling laser beams were generated!

Qi Leren's pupils suddenly contracted. The knee-high red laser beam quickly rushed toward him from the end of the corridor! Qi Leren couldn’t think about it, he could only jump! The timing and height were just right, avoiding this laser beam perfectly. But this was not the end. More laser beams were coming from the end of the corridor!

Calm down, calm down, calm down... I can't fucking calm down! Qi Leren was extremely nervous. He made a save with the Save/Load Data, but he knew that S/L wasn’t a good solution for this situation! After he saved, he would be cut into pieces of meat by the laser beam. After his resurrection, he would still be standing in place, waiting for the next laser beam to cut him again!

Shit, it was a dead end! This C-rank task was poisonous!

Qi Leren, whose brain had gone blank, recalled watching the movie "Resident Evil" with his father when he was a child. The laser corridor that cut a group of special forces into meat had left a deep shadow on his childhood. He remembered that there was an escape hatch above the laser corridor in the movie.

Qi Leren suddenly looked up, and under the green lights, he saw a neat metal ceiling without any cracks.

All those movies are so deceptive... Qi Leren scolded mentally as the four laser beams scattered in front of him approached within five meters, and the alerts from his "Rain-Day Laundry" skill sounded one after another, directly entering the cooldown period. Qi Leren, who was under high tension, broke out again. He got up and ran towards the laser beam—Jump! Over the first laser beam! Roll forward on the spot! Second beam!

The height of the last two laser beams were very tricky, and there was no way to dodge! They were too low to lie flat, and it was too late to jump. Qi Leren, who had already rolled on the ground, couldn't avoid the oncoming pitfalls. Even at this critical juncture, he used the strength of his arms to prop up his body and did a backflip, with his waist folded into a perfect arc.

The two high and low red beams reflected their dazzling deadly light on the metal wall, and the scorching temperature seemed to cut his arm and lower back, leaving burn marks on his skin. But when Qi Leren landed, he discovered that the laser beams were gone, and he had escaped them!

In these five or six seconds, Qi Leren had made a 180 between life and death. If Chen Baiqi was here, she would be shocked. Qi Leren’s blank mind suddenly flashed such a sentence.

The exit was seven or eight meters ahead, and the door there was open. It seemed that the personnel who had set up this trap didn't think anyone could pass through it alive. But before Qi Leren could breathe a sigh of relief, the laser beam at the end of the corridor lit up again. At first, it was the first one, then the second one and the third one... They were woven over the same position, forming a laser net comparable to a fishing net! It was finer than the laser wall placed by the producers outside this village!

No wonder this laser corridor didn't need to have a closed door! Qi Leren couldn't help but admit defeat and decided to run away—Nonsense, his save point was behind him. If he didn't retreat, he would be barbecued by the laser net once in his present position, then resurrected at the save point behind him, and then be chopped up again!

This round was a disaster. He hoped the laser net would disappear after one use. S/L could only restore his body to the position and state where it was saved, but the material world around him wouldn’t be turned back to the state where it had been. Otherwise, it would be too fatalistic... But it was meaningless to complain about this at this time.

Qi Leren sighed, closed his eyes, and forced himself not to think about the pain of dying. The countdown for the save was eleven seconds, ten seconds, nine seconds...

The scorching temperature kissed him on the cheek, and before he could taste the pain carefully, he was resurrected at the save point, and the laser net that destroyed any living creatures in the corridor disappeared.

This time, Qi Leren started to rush forward without hesitation. Hurry up. He didn't know whether there would be a second group of laser nets at the end of the corridor. If there was one, he had to hurry before the laser nets formed, otherwise he would be trapped and would die here, and would die completely after the S/L skill’s three resurrections were consumed!

As he ran to the end of the corridor, less than two meters away from the exit, the first ray of the second laser net appeared, just at the height of his neck. The next moment, the second one, at the position of his knees, and then the next moment...

It was too late. Engaged in a 100-meter sprint, Qi Leren couldn't adjust his body posture and could only run into the laser beams—his head was separated.

The file was read for the second time.

This time, Qi Leren's reaction is faster than the last time. He must run faster than the last time, otherwise, when the beams at the end of the corridor appeared, he would definitely hit them head-on and make a clean break!

Faster, faster... Qi Leren's feet ran like they didn't touch the ground. Under this extreme test of life and death, he ran faster than he had in any training! Because this wasn’t training, it was a test of life and death.

Here we are, we'll be ready soon...

The red laser beams lit up amidst the continuous shrill alarm sound, and the running Qi Leren closed his eyes in despair. The moment before his death was short, but it was long. The laser cut his body, but his brain was still running. He tried his best to think about how to break this stand-off. Every ten seconds, a laser net would appear at the end of the laser corridor and move forward. This laser net didn’t appear only once, otherwise, he could easily use the S/L Data to escape.

Unless he could "break the shell", as Chen Baiqi had said, and break the limits of his body and enter another state, he was destined to draw the line on the end of his life here.

He could only see the glimmer of hope if he tried his best and gave it a go.

He didn't want to die here, no matter what. He still had too many words to say to Ning Zhou, to tell him of the love he had never dared to express and to let the words hidden in his heart overflow. Even if he died, he couldn't close his eyes peacefully.

He couldn’t let Ning Zhou be sad.

The file was read for the third time and final time.

Qi Leren cleared his brain and drove away all his distractions. His body forgot its exhaustion and weakness in the moment that he finished reading the file. His eyes looked directly at the gate leading to heaven ahead, and he rushed there like lightning.

He didn't think about whether it could be done or the consequences of failure. There was a firm belief that made his soul burn at this moment. Willpower poured energy beyond his limits into his limbs. He was as fast as a meteor. In this dark tunnel, the wind sprinted and rushed to the exit!

The first laser beam lit up, and in the next second, more laser lines would be woven into an impassable net at this position, and anyone who tried to cross this barrier would be cut into pieces. The second laser line lit up, but Qi Leren had already rushed to it, jumped up in this extreme sprint, and jumped between the two laser beams. The world was as silent as when he jumped from the boat and his head became submerged beneath the water.

In the moment when he fell heavily to the ground, the alarm came to an abrupt end. Qi Leren didn't realize that he had passed through the corridor. He pushed up from the ground, rolling and crawling, and looked behind him in a panic. The newly formed laser grid sensed that there was no intruder in the corridor and was automatically dissipated and he, who had already pulled off his seat belt, had escaped this nearly inescapable danger.

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panharmonium · 4 years ago

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Character ask: Will! Give me that sweet sweet Will content! Please.

^^ thank you, everybody, for affirming that i am in fact in it deep for this character and the entire world knows it XD

First Impression:

So the first time I watched 1.10, it was immediately my favorite episode of Season 1, but not because of Will. I was just so psyched to see the fab four having an adventure together, and to see Merlin’s home, and the story was so solid; I loved it. I did like Will, and I was definitely sad when he died, but I wasn’t as super invested in him as I am now. It wasn’t until later in the show, when I started seeing how Merlin was struggling so much without any friends to know him, that I revisited Will and started to think more deeply about what he must have meant.

I remember being surprised when they revealed that he already knew about Merlin’s magic - that wasn’t something I’d been set up to expect from the first nine episodes. The idea that Merlin actually already had a friend we hadn’t met yet - that was intriguing to me. And I remember feeling bad for Will whenever he interacted with the village as a whole. He struck me as somebody who was trapped in an uncomfortable social space - shouldered with adult responsibilities but not quite given the accompanying adult respect.

Impression Now:

There is no side character I love more. My tag for him goes on for 13 pages. I spent a year of my life writing my longest fic ever about his and Merlin’s last year in Ealdor, and I’m pretty sure I’ve produced more material focused on this character than anybody else on the internet. Am I embarrassingly invested in a character who appeared in one episode? Maybe. (Definitely.) But I’m not sorry about it. XD

I’ve said many times before that Will, despite only appearing in one episode, isn’t exactly a minor character. He’s a minor character for us, yes. But not for Merlin. Even in Season 5, when Will has been dead for years, Merlin still knew Will longer than he knew anybody in Camelot. Merlin spent the first two decades-ish of his life with just one friend to love him, and the last thing that person does is throw himself on the block to keep Merlin’s secret safe. He’s the only reason Merlin is still hidden from both Arthur and Morgana, years later. He is one of only two friends who ever knew and loved Merlin for who he was. And he is the ONLY friend who ever loved Merlin without also being invested in Arthur or Camelot or “destiny.” He is the only one who knew Merlin before that, who made Merlin feel like he was worth something just as a regular person.

Will is not a minor character in Merlin’s life. His importance can’t be overstated, as far as I’m concerned.

Favorite Moment:

Every moment of Will’s is my favorite, but I guess if I had to pick a particular line, it’s when he snaps, “Friends don’t lord it over one another!” before reminding Merlin that if Arthur were really a true “friend,” Merlin would feel comfortable revealing his secret to him. Will is the only one in this show who EVER acknowledges this part of Merlin and Arthur’s dynamic, and he’s the only one who ever says that Merlin deserves better.

(And since three people asked me this one, a couple of bonuses:)

Some of my favorite Will-related moments happen when he’s not even on screen. I love when Merlin names the fake jousting knight Sir William in 2.02. I LOVE the moment when Merlin asks Morgana, “What are you going to do, kill me?” in 3.02, echoing Will’s exact words to Arthur. And I don’t know that I’ve ever talked about this particular line before, but I have also always been very moved by the moment in 1.10 when Arthur says, “I know he was a close friend,” and Merlin, without looking away from Will’s funeral pyre, says, “He still is.” That sentiment - Merlin’s vocal commitment to Will’s continued presence, to his continued importance - it’s powerful, and it’s one of the reasons why I always say that Will matters long beyond his brief appearance. Merlin keeps Will alive in his heart for the rest of his life.

Idea for a Story:

I’ve written so much about him already! But there’s always more with this kid. X) I have something in-progress for him right now set in Ealdor that is a little outside my normal wheelhouse, but I’m not sure when that is going to be done. I also would dearly love to continue the “Will Comes to Camelot” AU and perhaps build it out into a real fic, because I actually know how I want that one to end, but the story right now is all in just snippets and nowhere near finished, so it needs a lot of work. I’d like to do more in the Offcut Joinery verse, too, because despite the fact that I think Will’s canon death is actually appropriate/necessary/important to the story being told, sometimes I still want to see him alive and spending time with his best friend and semi-adopting a child.

Unpopular Opinion:

This isn’t an opinion; it’s a fact, and I will not argue about it: Will is not jealous of Arthur Pendragon in 1.10. That is not why he and Merlin are fighting. I have already gone into extreme detail about what’s really going on for the two of them in that episode, but the short version is this: making every single thing in Merlin’s life about Arthur is a) inaccurate and b) disrespectful to Merlin and Will’s own relationship. Merlin and Will have a completely separate history that predates Arthur by close to two decades, and Merlin’s abrupt, zero-warning departure from Ealdor has literally nothing to do with the people who accompany him when he finally returns. Merlin and Will’s conflict isn’t about Arthur; it’s about Merlin and Will and the trust Merlin broke. The two of them would have fought even if Merlin had come back alone. Arthur’s presence doesn’t help matters, because Will can’t stand the guy, but the reason Will is hurt in this episode is because Merlin abandoned him, not because Merlin made a new friend (OR a new boyfriend. Miss me with those blatantly non-canonical takes).

TL;DR - I reject any and all attempts to pretend that every single thing in Merlin’s life revolves around Arthur. It strips away everything else that makes Merlin who he is, and Merlin doesn’t deserve that sort of treatment. That’s exactly what “destiny” tries to do to him, and I feel like we all agree that was unfair, right? Merlin has relationships and personal histories that exist outside of Arthur’s purview, and Will, particularly, would lose his entire mind if someone tried to claim that any part of his relationship with Merlin was centered around some dude Merlin has known for four months. I just....imagining his face... Will has known Merlin for two decades. He understands Merlin thousands of times better than Arthur ever has, or ever will. Their relationship is their own, and Arthur does not factor into it. Will would laugh in your face if you ever tried to tell him otherwise.

Favorite Relationship:

Merlin. <3 They’re so...I am so compelled by these two. Two little lost kids. Neither of them ever had anyone else. They were each other’s one and only good thing, for so long. They kept each other alive. And what Will does for Merlin in the end...just...the enormity of that act. The way it buys Merlin’s safety until the very end of the series. Merlin goes through the rest of the show knowing that his life is a gift his best friend gave him, and I am IMPOSSIBLY compelled by that dynamic.

Additionally - in an AU context, I am currently drowning in the potential for Will accidentally becoming an additional mentor for Daegal. The Offcut Joinery universe owns my soul right now.

Favorite Headcanon:

I would normally choose the bit about Will being a woodworker, but that’s not actually a headcanon; it’s just canon info that I happened to notice. So instead I’ll go with something I did make up myself:

Will can’t read. Nobody in Ealdor can; Hunith and Merlin are the only two exceptions (Hunith learned from Balinor, and then she taught Merlin) but Merlin knows Will is perfectly capable of reading/writing and has been trying to force Will to learn how to do it for years. Will, however, categorically refuses, maintaining that there’s no point - nobody in Ealdor can afford books, and he’s got no one to be writing to, so why bother? The more Merlin bothers Will about it, the more Will digs in his heels, so to this day, Will still does not know any of his letters. This is a constant source of exasperation for Merlin, who thinks it’s ridiculous that someone as clever as Will won’t agree to learn something he could probably master in a week. Merlin continually brings it up, but every time Merlin hassles him about it, Will becomes even more determined not to give in, so the two of them are deadlocked. They have literally been arguing about this for years.

#thank you guys; you know i love this dude <333 #the once and future slowburn #replies #no kings no masters

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I wanna hear the Dom/sub discourse!!! Also love ur blog :) (I personally am a proponent of dom percy just bc I like that idea but I’d love to hear yours!!! I didnt even know there was discourse!) love to hear your thoughts and again super cool blog!!!! :’)

* ALSO WOULD LIKE TO CLARIFY IF IT WASNT ALREADY ESTABLISHED BUT ONLLLLLLY IF THEY ARE LIKE IN THEIR OLDER 20S!!!! ppl doing that in the context of teens is *gross* (previous anon who sent in the ask before) :)

Oh! Thank you for the compliments. I’m still not used at being so visible now to people 🥺😥😅

Good that you’ve added your points because that essentially brings down my issues with this whole spiel. I guess I’m going to play the other card. My main issues with this whole thing are:

A) the fandom sexualizing kids

B) people not understanding that looks/behavior in or outside of a (romantic) relationship don’t necessarily have to correlate with sexual behavior, especially when powerplay is involved

Of course Percy is easier to grasp for us. We have five whole books where we hear his every thought, follow his every move and think we get to know him (that automatically makes Percy not a reliable narrator, just saying).

For every book quote that puts Percy into the „Dom“ slot, there’s also a book quote that would be fitting for Annabeth (the dance from TTC comes to my mind). I can see both going either way. Despite them having mostly different personalities (Percy internalizing his thoughts and motives, whereas Annabeth is doing rather the opposite), they are very similar when it comes to leadership and end goals. Annabeth can range from emotional to bossy in a similar way Percy does. They just express themselves on different levels and get seen by outsiders in different ways.

Did you catch that? Did you see the hypocrisy that I just committed? We are using book quotes to justify placing characters that are in that context and in overall canon minors/teens/essentially fucking children in sexualized categories. Tbh, as much flag as you can give Riordan, I can’t blame him for blocking people who do this. Not every author is a fan of fanfiction and fan theory and what not.

People throwing these BSDM terms around without a second thought makes me cringe (tbh, I’m too lazy to explain the psychology of power play and kinks in that regard, just know that the instigator is not automatically the top/dom and there are many, many, many layers in a pp relationship). You cannot base sexual behavior from the canon itself. We know nothing about Percy and Annabeth in that regard to even justify the slightest. Ripping actions out of context to give them a label doesn’t work like that so easily unfortunately.

The only way to settle this question for once and all would be by simply doing this:

The whole debate that happened months/weeks ago (quarantine makes everything blurry in my memory) was just fucking stupid?

Imagine being a 15 year old, anxious, frightened girl. You’ve been deeply traumatized since you’ve been seven years old, you’re scared to death because you have a crush on your best friend and think he might perish (newsflash: of course you as the reader can foreshadow that in that context the series goes on. The characters can’t as they lack that specific insight. Percy didn’t have to wind up dead in the books, but he could have been severely mutilated, gone missing (guess he did later), bruised, etc. apart from his mental struggles. The super power part is essentially the only thing that’s keeping him alive), you give him a kiss because you’re too shy to admit your feelings for him and he’s being an awkward cheeky bastard before looking for a fight and then some adult asshole has the caucasity of calling you a bratty sub. Literally what.

Some anon (or a group of anons, don’t know which) contacted a bunch of people with that Dom!Percy and Sub!Annabeth stuff. Anon, Liebste, homegirl, my love, mija, if you see this please slide into the DMs because whaddefuck? Your thought process hotdamn. Where did you pick this up? Let’s be open about this discussion. You didn’t go from A to B, you went from A to Z and robbed Jeff Bezos on the way out. I mean what???

People using canon to justify their headcanons is simply something I can’t get behind in this matter. The main issues is that they are children/teens/minors in canon. There is no way around it. Trying to justify/back up some of your thoughts in that regard with actual quotes only makes it worse because you aren’t only sexualizing them in your fanon, but you are also automatically transferring these thoughts to the actual books and thus fore sexualizing them in canon. You’re changing the basis and narrative.

I honestly don’t get the obsession that some have with their teenage sex life? This isn’t a personal attack on people but I’ve seen this throughout several group chats and social media platforms like Twitter, Reddit, Pinterest even and of course Tumblr. And popular stuff like Riverdale, Euphoria, 13 Reasons Why and New Adult Twilight rip-offs á la Shades of Grey and that Harry Styles fanfic honestly don’t help with the portrayal of „curious“ teens.

This also isn’t a strict PJO phenomenon, it happens across all fandoms. The odd trend with sexualizing kids/teens or things intended for kids has been going on for ages. I get it, you grow out of the related audience but that doesn’t justify the means? Canon won’t change simply because you do.

Percy and Annabeth are awkward teens that have never dated anyone else and had barely half a year between pjo and hoo before getting caught up in another mess. I’m not saying that teens aren’t curious and don’t experiment, some do drugs and/or have sex (let’s be real the probability of something happening in the stable scene in MOA is very high) but still? Putting dom/sub labels on them is sketchyyy. Also throw your fucking sex god headcanons out of the motherfucking window. They are 17-ish, if you need the mental image of some weird kids flopping on top of each other for two whole minutes for some odd reason, good for you but I’m side eying the fuck outta you.

You can’t really blame Riordan for not being more explicit. A) the series is for middle schoolers (aka kids), so it’s not strictly Young Adult and there’s only so much you can do B) publishers/editors interfering is a thing (especially with society’s views of sex = bad and violence = just fine) and c) the probability of sexualizing the characters of his own creation in that sense might have made him uncomfortable. Better to play safe, than end up with a bigger mess, just saying. I’m all for the sex talk in a non-berating, (slightly) educational approach when it comes to that in non-adult literature. Or even just stating a sex scene in a mere sentence. (Karen M. McManus did an amazing job with portraying struggling teens with a right approach in One of Us is Lying. Stating it or making it very, very, very clear between the lines. Then again, not everyone can pull that off or wants to go in that direction).

In addition to that, seeing stuff like the infamous ”the sea doesn’t like to be restrained“ or ”Percy has handsome features which shifted from humor to anger“ quotes getting constantly shredded is so… Meh. One simple question: what does Percy having a mean resting bitch face to do with his sexuality/sexual behavior? What does him being annoyed and on the moodier side have to do with it? For me absolutely nothing. The correlation isn’t really clear and out there. Pissed Percy doesn’t translate into Percy automatically being the dominant (in Percabeth’s sex life)?

I mean I get it. We all grow up. Erotica is a wonderful genre and art form (if you waddle through the trash). You will never be able to get that out of fiction and fanfiction. That’s also neither my goal nor my place to decide. As cheap and stupid as it is, I’d rather have people intentionally aging the characters up and stating their headcanons in that regard rather than people attempting to abuse canon where the characters are minors in order for sexualizing them. There’s no good way to prevent this from happening unfortunately (unless you really want to abolish all explicit fanon stuff).

Whenever you post a sexy headcanon just hold on for a second. If you have abstract future headcanons sure, go ahead, personally don’t see a problem with that. But if you use source material to fixate your thoughts on minors in canon to give them sexual labels… I urge you to seriously rethink that.

Stop sexualizing minors. Please. Pretty please.

Peace

#if you want to know my honest opinion about adult percabeth‘s sex life: they have the blandest whitest most boring sex going on.#Tank‘s Coldest playing in the background would be a highlight and they‘d stop a minute in because the harmonies are too tight #like i said i don‘t see any of them being the dom or the sub. they‘re both and neither so I‘d say they are switches. still spiceless sex ngl #also if you think that hickeys going down on someone handcuffs dirty talk or having a red ass are kinky you are 100% vanilla. it is what it #also damn. all of these rants keep me productive af? this is like my fourth in three weeks? whut lol #pjo #my rants #percabeth #annabeth chase #percy jackson #hoo #anon #ask me

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Do you struggle with money? Are you ready to transform your entire life? At last, it’s time to explore how you can create your spiritual money right now. Let’s waste no time and dive in!

You might already be familiar with this material, but for those who aren’t, allow me a moment to introduce you to two men and their legendary book. Napoleon Hill, Andrew Carnegie, and the book Think and Grow Rich.

This book is truly the ultimate spiritual success manual, having sold over 100 million copies, and helped to create more millionaires in the world than you can count! This book came about in 1937 when a man named Andrew Carnegie commissioned a young Napoleon Hill to write a book about how he became the wealthiest person of his generation, the world's first billionaire by today's standards. In essence, I mean technically he wasn’t a billionaire, but with the inflation of the dollar, today he would be several times over.

Just to get this out of the way - I feel it’s important to note that those who read it will probably notice a bit of sexual bias in the language used. The book was intended for men when it was published in 1937. That said - the principles that they explore are relative to anyone who is on the journey of wealth transformation. While I don’t support the sexist attitude, the core information is valuable to explore.

This book documents the ultimate success philosophy and formula for anyone who is seeking to generate wealth in the way of thinking that mirrors the understanding of the ancient Greek mystery schools. I’m not even joking - This book teaches how to create wealth in your life by being psychic! Allow me a moment to share a few key passages to show you what I’m referring to.

Indeed, “thoughts are things,” and powerful things at that, when they are mixed with definiteness of purpose, persistence, and a burning desire for their translation into riches, or other material objects.”

“More than 40 years ago, the author, working in conjunction with the late Dr. Alexander Graham Bell and Dr. Elmer R. Gates, observed that every human brain is both a broadcasting and receiving station for the vibration of thought. In a fashion similar to that employed by the radio broadcasting principle, every human brain is capable of picking up vibrations of thought which are being released by other brains.”

Now - returning to the main idea here - when you begin to think and grow rich, you will observe that riches begin with a state of mind, with definiteness of purpose. The author reminds us that our state of mind is of the utmost importance - success comes to those who become success conscious. Failure comes to those who indifferently allow themselves to become failure conscious.

He concludes the introductory chapter by informing us that if we can learn to follow the 13 principles of thinking and growing rich, literally anyone can lead a wealthy and prosperous life. Going over the principles takes up the majority of this book - but allow me a moment to run through them with you.

Principle 1 - Desire. We must have a healthy desire for what it is that we want. This is akin to being able to consciously focus on the thing that you want to create - for what we think and feel actively creates our reality. If we choose to just “get what life gives us,” then yes, we’re not going to end up with much. We have to be clear about what we want and be willing to go after it!

Principle 2 - Faith. Quoting directly from the book - “Faith is the head chemist of the mind. When faith is blended with thought, the subconscious mind instantly picks up the vibration, translates it into its spiritual equivalent, and transmits it to infinite intelligence, as in the case of prayer.”

Principle 3 - Autosuggestion - a term which essentially means self-suggestion, the agency of communication between the conscious and subconscious minds. This is your ability to program your subconscious mind by making sure to feed it creative and healthy thoughts, instead of destructive ones.

Principle 4 - Specialized knowledge. There are two kinds of experience, General and Specialized. General knowledge is the kind of stuff you learn in school - random bits of history and math and literature that, by itself, is not suitable for much. Specialized knowledge, on the other hand, is the knowledge that is organized and intelligently directed towards the fulfillment of your dreams.

Principle 5 is Imagination - what they describe to be the workshop wherein all impulses, dreams, and desires are given shape, form, and action. There are two forms to our imagination, the synthetic vision, which arranges old concepts, ideas, or plans into new combinations, which doesn’t create anything new - and the creative imagination, which is the mind-opening bridge to the infinite intelligence that allows you to conceive of entirely new concepts, the faculty through which hunches and inspirations are achieved.

Principle 6, 7, and 8 all go together - they are Organized Planning, Decision, and Persistence. This is the practical ability to form definite, concrete plans of action, making decisions on them, and executing them consistently and persistently until you begin to see results. Also - procrastination is the killer of dreams, so while you might be worried that “oh what if I don’t make the right decision” - any decision is better than sitting there and doing nothing. You continually refine and improve as you go.

Speaking to persistence, they explain that one of the most common causes of failure is the habit of quitting when one is overtaken by temporary defeat. Every person is guilty of this mistake at one time or another. Before success comes in one's life, they are sure to meet with much temporary defeat, and perhaps, some failure. When defeat overtakes a person, the most natural and most logical thing to do is quit, and that is what most do. However - failure is a trickster with a keen sense of irony and cunning. It takes great delight in tripping one when success is almost within reach.

Principle 9 is the Power of the Master Mind. The mastermind may be defined as “coordination of knowledge and effort, in a spirit of harmony, between two or more people, for the attainment of a definite purpose.” It means don’t try and do everything yourself if you can team up with people to achieve a vision, do it.

Principle 10 is the Mystery of Sex transmutation…. Yes - the mystery of sex transmutation. Very simply - this means the switching of the mind from thoughts of physical expression, into ideas of some other nature. I’ll just leave that one there. It’s an exciting chapter.

Principles 11, 12, and 13 are called “The Subconscious Mind, The Brain, and The Sixth Sense,” and it’s when this book becomes a mystery school of its own. They explain that our minds are receivers and emitters for thoughts and emotions into the collective field of consciousness, that we’re connected to everyone, that we must train and use our subconscious for connecting to infinite intelligence - aka Source, Spirit, or God - and through the opening to endless abundance, we begin to direct ourselves towards the creation of value in the world which produces wealth as a result. We also develop the faculties of our psychic mind, the sixth sense, through which infinite intelligence may and will communicate voluntarily, without any effort from you. This is the apex of the philosophy, but which can only be genuinely mastered once the other principles have been fully understood and integrated into your psyche.

The book concludes with a final chapter on the Six Ghosts of Fear, where they describe that the sixth sense will be blocked as long as you embody the following fears: The fear of poverty, criticism, ill health, loss of the love of someone, old age, and death. We must tackle these fears and overcome them within us through meditation and other conscious engagement with ourselves, and this will support us in activating our sixth sense.

Now, I know these 13 principles alone are a lot to digest; you might need to rewatch them and take notes! But that said, there’s one more thing from this book I must share with you! Think and Grow Rich also describes the 6 step action item formula to begin creating your spiritual wealth right now. Take note - if you want to transform your financial reality completely - I encourage you to pay close attention to the following.

Step 1. Determine what you want to achieve/accomplish. Decide what your goal is. The purpose must be specific enough that you know when you have completed it. It is also essential that you are emotionally engaged in achieving the goal. Your desire for the result must be strong enough to motivate you to do what you need to, even when you do not want to.

Step 2. Decide what you are willing / need to give in return for what you desire. Nothing worthwhile comes without some price (i.e., time, money, change a habit, etc.). What changes do you need to make to your life/lifestyle that will allow you to achieve your goal?

Step 3. Set a specific date when you want to achieve your goal. This gives you a set timeline to work with as you develop your plan.

Step 4. Develop your plan. Begin at once, whether you are ready or not. What steps are you planning to take that move you towards your goal? Do not wait for the plan to be perfect. Start right away. You can, and will, make adjustments as you go!

Step 5. Write a clear and concise statement of what you want, when you want it, what you are willing to give, and the actions you plan to take to achieve the goal.

Step 6. Read your statement aloud, with emotion, a minimum of two times a day - first thing in the morning, and right before you go to sleep. This is the most critical step in the process. And adding to this - visualize yourself as if you have already achieved your goal. Do this as often as you can during the day, even if only for a few moments.

And that’s it! With that, I now must bring this episode to a close. But before I do, I will say that Think and Grow Rich is a meditation unto itself. While we’ve laid some seeds in this video, I would recommend taking the time to go through the whole book, especially if it helps you conceptualize the principles on a deeper level.

With that, thank you for watching, and I’ll see you next week for something new!

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13 - Too See

There was only black and I began to wonder if this was death. Was this the great beyond scholars and science speculated when the brain finally died, when the soul departed the body? Penetrating and encompassing black? Was this eternity? Then I coughed, and felt the dull ache in my side. Everything in me ached. I was hurt, but I wasn’t dead. My senses trickled in little by little, I could pick up the stagnant veil of this place, the cold digging into my skin - though my arms felt warm crushed and numb under me. Couldn’t feel my hands, didn’t care about that. I tried opening my eyes and saw only black. Typical. And I was laying on top of that camera again.

It was a requisite. Car keys, a cell phone, a nice pocket knife, you nod of with one of them in your pocket, it will dig into your side. Damn camera was bigger than those, I was going to wreck the NV sooner or later. I could cart it through sewers, keep lunatics with clubs from smashing it, but sleep on it and it’s all over. I feel asleep? How?

I didn’t bother to figure this out, or try and get of the cold vent. It was quiet and I needed a few seconds to get my bearings, and make certain that I was awake this time. The nightmare had shaken me, I still felt those shears in my chest and the blood spilling from the wound. How unsettling to dream about my own death in this place. Made everything feel ten times more dangerous than it already was, if I touched the walls they’d scorch my hands. Same thing happens whenever I see a rattlesnake, suddenly every bush and every rock has one.

Grunting, I turn over getting off my poor camera and let the cold work its way into my coat, the thin metal buckled as my weight was redistributed. I felt a little better, more so than that crappy fifteen minute break before I stumbled into the basement. I pulled my camera up onto my chest and stopped the recording, in order to wind it back to where I stopped. I guess when I was crawling to the edge of the vent toward the light I just passed out. Probably needed it, I’m just damn thankful I didn’t keel over while I was still at the opening or when Trager was….

That damn psycho. I had nearly forgotten him. Couldn’t outrun him in my nightmares. I couldn’t bear to view the footage. The way the hoister was designed would still allow the cameras eye to record, idea for when security got involved and ordered me to put it away. The picture was not always the best, but it’d catch the more obvious actions and conversations. I put my hand over the speaker feed as my voice came through, panicked and pitiful. Sounded like a different man. An hour and fifteen minutes. Felt longer in the dream, felt like I had dreamed something else after it. Something worse than death, either of which I didn’t care to remember. While I was MIA Trager could have lost interest in me and found someone else to cut up. Maybe Father Martin. Now that was praying to god. Getting out of the vent was tricky, after my muscles had relaxed in the cramped space. I lowered myself carefully over the edge, bracing with one arm to relieve some of the pressure in my sore hands before I dropped, then limped off the resulting shock. I staggered into the nearby lavatory and gave the area a hasty scan. No sounds to suggest Trager was near, or anyone for that matter. Just the soft patter of rain on glass. What an odd sense of Deja’vu. At least the walls weren’t covered in blood, and there was no bucket full of severed head. It had all seemed so real, so vivid. No surprise, I had great source material. This place could still fuck itself though. I checked the stalls before I gave pause, nothing was contained in them, not even severed limbs. The janitorial closet did have a small table cart with files spilling over it, the pages covered in a fine silt made apparent as I shuffled them around. I pulled out a few to view and shut the main door to the room, before settling near the shattered mirrors. Male ward. Check. I didn’t think I would be using the bathroom for a while, fuck you very much psycho doctor. Sinks lined one wall and they did work. Carefully, I washed the blood from my hands and around the ragged digits, but I didn’t mess with the injured area too much. I would be going through hell to keep the scabs, let alone the surface from getting more ripped up than it already was. I poked a bit more at the index finger where the bone was exposed, a little amazed at how the minimal pressure didn’t bother too much. A translucent skin still coated the bone’s surface and I could make out….uh veins…. The granola was still in my coat. I don’t know if it was safe to eat, but it was still sealed. I fished it out of the breast pocket and inspected it, there was a bit of blood and some dirt smudged on it, from whenever I dug around for the notepad. The label didn’t do its contents justice, promoting high fiber in a balanced diet. I needed sugar in my blood and this little thing was better than some overpriced dinner. I rinsed it and shook most the water off, then gingerly took the edge of the package in the thumb and middle finger of my right hand, as I pinched it normally with the left. It was easier than I anticipated to pull the wrapper apart, but the bar was a little melted and impossible to get out whole. I ate what I could and drank some water, a lot of water. Then got up, moved around a bit, jumping and springing back and forth, and prepared myself for what may come. I went ahead and recorded some of the files I had picked up, nothing relevant to the Project Walrider, but there was an interesting Request notice. From: David Annapurna To: [email protected] Subject: Request for Reassignment To Whom it May Concern, This is my third asking for reassignment after two months without an answer. I don’t want to work at Mount Massive any more. I have been an orderly my entire adult life, but have never experience such a consistent level of secrecy and disrespect. I even have suspicions that some of the patients may be being abused. I know personally two of them who have been moved to the basement ward and never returned. If I don’t get an answer to this email, I will be forced to resign, and my very well consider contacting the press. Thanks for your time. David Annapurna I said the name aloud then looked through the files for anymore emails or reports that related to this. David Annapurna. I couldn’t say I ever heard the name before, but he mentioned the press. Was this my contact? Why the fuck didn’t he warn me about this place?! Well, he wasn’t high clearance. That was a pissy excuse. He could’ve at least alerted me to the nature of some of these people? Don’t note, “They have massive anger issues,” when the fucker throws people out of windows! Put down, “He’s fuckin scary and he’ll eat children!! Hope you have a pilot’s license.” Have you also met or local physician in practice? He likes to cut off fingers, and tongues, and peoples balls off! By the end of this, you’ll no longer have grievances for cold water. Good god, I needed to get out of here. The door gave me some trouble, the knob stuck and my palms had fresh lines of blood. I managed to force it with little sound and stepped into the connecting hall. Still no sign of Trager, and anything living for that matter. I was running on borrowed time, sooner or later I’d get a nasty surprise. The next door gave no trouble, and the room beyond looked deserted. Beds had been left at the back near the barred windows, I almost expected to see patients chained to them but they were void of life. The room felt colder than those that held the doomed people, but I attributed that with the lack of electricity. Even the light at the front of the room felt cold. I walked around the beds but found nothing that stood out from the usual, some files to record but nothing noteworthy. The ominous doors loomed at the end of the room, and I stood before them studying the dry kindling that comprised their matter, the gray tone adopted after years of neglect. I inhaled slowly and slipped one open, as always listening for the danger. The hall beyond was short and didn’t extended into the dark depths as I thought it might, bed frames had been crammed between the walls at the left. In the other direction was another set of duo doors, blocked with boards. I stared into the small office across from me, the dial tone of a phone hummed on the floor somewhere. This seemed more than coincidental, this looked exactly like it did in my dream. Except…there was a key hanging on the wall now. I slipped over the counter and crossed to it, the label above read Elevator. Well, now I had it. I took the key and dropped it into my pocket. The door was jammed but with my weight braced to, the frame snapped. I tumbled out catching the wall against my hands, the pain stretching through my knuckles nearly overshadowed the menacing scraping noise of those scissors as Trager stepped in from the next hall. “Hey buddy, where you been?” I slammed the door in his face, completely forgetting it was already busted. He still had to swing it open, while I had already sprint over the counter and lunged into the other room. I flung the next door shut and retreated to the middle of the room, where the shadows were not diminished by the outside light. As I slid under a bed, the grating chatter announced Trager’s entrance. I buried my face in my shoulder to muffle my heavy breathing. “You’re overreacting.” He snipped the shears and scanned the room. “How can I set you to ease? I swear, you’re not gonna get a better deal elsewhere.” Seriously, I didn’t understand what the fuck he was talking about. Made me hate him even more. I tensed when it sounded like he was directly beside me, but he was nearer to the wall clinking as he dropped down to check under a bed. He wasn’t facing me. I crawled out from my hiding spot and slinked across the room, ducking down again and faced the wrong way as he stood up snipping the shears. For a minute Trager stood in total silence gazing over the room, the odd monocle glinting in what light slipped in through the barred window. Where did that light brave from, through the storm? I could almost see him clearly, the sharp textures accenting his skeletal skin. I slipped the camera into its pack and watched him unmoving. Waiting. Waiting for someone to blink, someone to give in. The rain drummed gently on the glass and I heard something thudding hard, like the desperate rap on a door. My heartbeat. Trager fixed his eyes on something in the distance to the side, and I waited for my opportunity to move. When he turns his back, when he averts his gaze, that will be my chance. Thunder crackled right outside the window and a sudden blaze of light lit up the room, his face snapped to where I lay. “Hey!” He dashed over to me and reached under the bed, as I rolled away and leapt over his back, the door in my sights. He thrust his elbow up catching my knee in midflight, and I flopped against one of the pillars. He spun around as I recovered, “Come on now, don’t be difficult.” He swept the shears out as I twisted away, they slapped my shoulder and I dropped hard to my knee. A bed was right beside me, I had enough time to crawl under as Trager brought his weapon down through the thin mattress. I yowled when the shears pierced my backside, he grunted as he attempted to force the blades down but the metal frame prevented that. I jerked out from under them, and rolled away as he tore the shears free. As he vaulted over the next bed, I crawled under the last and shoved myself upright and sprint for the open door. I didn’t bother to shut it as I went, I needed to reach that elevator. I exited into the original corridor, with the two rooms and the patients. The elevator was just down at the end. Everything was as I left it, the shelf shoved aside and the door left wide open and welcoming my dubious return. I zipped through into the cheerfully lit elevator, with the foreboding blood splatter right at its entrance. I paid it no heed as I dug the key from my pocket and being as gentle as broad panic would allow, inserted it into the slot. I hit the down button and stood back, breathing a sigh of relief when the gate jerked shut. The grumpy machine gave a stubborn lurch before it began to descend. Once I was stationary I began to notice the painful throbbing in my hands and recalling the wounds, checked to see fresh blood spilling. This didn’t surprise me. In my desperation to escape, I had dug my fingertips into whatever was within reach. Just had to ignore it, and for a while I’d forget. I was slipping down to sit when I heard the gate of the elevator rattle below, and all at once I forgot. “I’m not giving up on you, buddy,” Trager grunted, accompanied by sharp metal clinks and snaps. I backed up into the furthest corner and watched him force the shears between the lock on the elevator, the mechanism snapped and the gate came loose. He shouldered his way through and raised the shears over his head. No. I lunged forward snaring his elbow in one hand and used the other to shove him backwards. Trager looked stunned by this retaliation, and slapped at my face as I bullied him out the opening. The shears spun wild in his grip grazing my hair, I tucked my face down and glared with the edge of my eye. He snagged my coat sleeve as I pressed him out, the elevator was still going down throughout this and I was losing leverage as he leaned onto me. I grabbed the metal frame on my right, rammed him in the chest with my elbow and threw him back out. Just DIE! Trager recovered and lunged, thrusting the metal blades at my face. I pulled myself UP out of the lift to snag them at the base, and felt them breeze by my forehead. We were suddenly fighting face to face, I was teetering on the edge while Trager struggled to wrench the scissors from my grip. If he had another chance to lunge, I didn’t think I could stop him. Something happened in that instant. I turned my face up to his and looked into his murky eye. I swear I saw something there, something fleeting in his expression. And it scared me. That ‘look’ in his face scared me more than ‘Doctor’ Rick Trager himself. “Wha—?” he stammered. Just fucking die. My foot slipped and I latched onto his shoulder, jerking him with me. He yelped as he toppled forward, his fist gave me a good smack as he fell halfway into the elevator. I winced from the sudden impact and snapped my arm up, when he swung the shears for my head. He cut a long slice up my sleeve instead. I stooped lower as they snapped once more in empty air, but it probably wasn’t necessary. He took one more swipe at me, even as the lift lowered over his torso. The mad doctor gave a sharp squeal of pain as the machine compressed his organs, I heard bones crunch and skin splint as the metal frame nearly cut him in half. I stepped back as he gave a small whimper, his hand finally releasing the shears - they fell between the connecting floors and thereafter lost to the depths of hell. With the unyielding obstruction, the elevator ground to a despairing halt. It was almost worth it. For a while I stood, back pressed against the wall as I gazed at Trager, wondering if this were true. Was he…dead? Was it possible to kill him? I pulled out the camera and filmed. A little bit of blood was dripping from his lips, his oily hair had settled over the top of his bald head in clumps, and he finally shut up. He must’ve been dead, regardless, he was no longer a threat. “How To Make Trager Juice Step 1: squeeze.” I tucked the notepad away, wincing as my exposed bone got caught on a loose thread. It cut at the remaining skin, but didn’t hurt the bone. I snapped the troublemaker free and zipped the pocket shut, then turned to locate a way out. There was an escape panel in the roof. I secured the camera in its hoister and unlatched the panel. I gave the now deceased Trager a final glare, before I climbed up. A hot pain made itself known in my backside. Where he stabbed me. The elevator hadn’t gone down very far, I still needed to reach the ground floor. I paused under the light that greeted me, but saw a stronger source down a hall where some filing cabinets had fallen over. An open gate was there as well, a good place to start in my search for the exit. I stood by the cabinet and turned as far as I could to view the damage. There was a tear in my coat, revealing my shirt and red had spilled all the way down, soaking the back of my pants almost to the back of my knee. The wound felt soggy and it hurt when I applied pressure through the coat, but nothing else was broken. Nothing serious. I had to take a moment to look at my hands. Yeah, anything short of decapitation and I’ll feel insulted. This definitely was an older section of the asylum. The stairs looked ancient, the wood railing worn with the slick polish of a thousand hands, everything was wood and each step creaked as I took it gently. I couldn’t shake it, but I thought I could smell something burning. Maybe just the stale air of the hall playing tricks with my mind, it was hard to think fire with the storm outside and the soft rain splattering the windows. I walked down the steps relying on the nightvision, despite how low I was on batteries. The current charge was still good, a little less than half remained. The gate at the steps bottom was locked effectively blocking my progress, but in a small corridor on the left was a partially rotted wall. I crept around the railing and peered into the break, where someone had torn away the plaster surface. The wood was loose enough that I could get some of the panels out, allowing me to lean down and squeeze through. On the other side was a small office setup and a phone with its typical complaint. I picked it up and set it on the receiver as I looked over the room. The desk with its neglected monitor seemed out of place in this museum. Billboards hung on the walls, pinned with notices, a few filing cabinets lined the walls. A shattered chair lay on the other side of the room, I flipped through the shelves loaded with medical books and boxes of files, but nothing held my interest. On the wall hung a Team Work plaque. I scoffed at it and searched the desk. A few batteries had made home in a CD player. CD player? They still made those things? I crossed to the door and paused listening before trying the handle. I winced when my finger brushed against the rough wood. Careful, I didn’t need to be leaving little blood trails all over the place. I’d seen enough of that. On the other side was a larger office with only a small desk situated near an outdated furnace. Heating must have been terrible in this place. Not far from this set up, a crushed door was pinned in its frame. The door didn’t matter, there was a massive hole blown out of the wall a few feet away. I wondered if someone came in here, or if they tossed the filing cabinet through the wall. It didn’t look like it had been previously tossed. Glass crinkled underfoot as I stepped through, and lowered the camera to view the new area. The exit was near the kitchen, that’s where Trager caught me. Bad memories, all of it behind me now. It was on this floor, I’m sure. Just needed to find a way over there. I wasn’t certain where I was. Some large open hall with overturned desks and files scattered everywhere, chairs lined the walls between the large decorative and ornate pillars embedded with the plaster. The air was musty, everything used and worn out then forgotten. This place resembled an atrium or waiting room, but with less grandeur. Had I gone back in time? Everything was beginning to look ancient. I had to keep in mind the Asylum was shut down in the seventies, it wasn’t exactly the medieval times but it had been built long before the more modern conveniences. Most likely when Murkoff took over, the outdated facilities were condemned for public appearance, then they built the newer areas for their precious staff and left everything else – old drafty building and prison blocks - to the patients. Grade A bastards right there. Then, did this mean the patients had not been in the newer section of Mount Massive when everything began? It was clear now they traveled between the two sections via their own means, but Murkoff never bunked them with their people? It did make sense. If you viewed it from Murkoff’s perspective, whom barely credited their victims with a shred of humanity. I’m sure they didn’t want the scientists awoken in the dead of night to the shrieking, when god knows what was being done. I walked along filming the walls, taking in details. This area looked much tamer than the other section of the asylum, a lot less death and gore. No one had been on this side at the time when the shit storm hit, probably never made it here with the front doors on lockdown. There were no mechanical doors on this side, I had seen that first hand. That exit was wide open and waiting for me Movement behind the windowed in office startled me, and I had jumped back several feet before a light shown through at me. I let out an exasperated sigh as I resumed my path to the dark figure. I didn’t get too close though, despite the wall between us. Who knew what He was up to? “Thank God, you survived,” Martin gushed. I sighed and lowered the camera to my side. “I feared that secular maniac would carve you up like the others.” He glanced around, as though he expected someone other than me to be listening or nearby. “Meet me outside, we’re close now.” With that vouch of encouragement he turned and jogged off. Close to what? He took the exit, but that’s as far as I could tell. This just made matters worse. I had no idea what this ‘Father’ was getting at, he kept leading me around the Asylum and the idea he could locate me easily never settled well. Not after he jumped me in the Security room. The door was nailed tight, and the glass was that shatter proof junk. Unless the big fucker just appeared on the other side, I wasn’t getting through. It might’ve been easier do tear the rotten wood beneath the windows, but the interior wood was either too thick or reinforced in some manner asylums included in their layout of inconvenience. On the left was a large archway that led into more dark halls, for a change of pace. This place was a maze of halls, and I was the mouse. The mouse that smelled burning feathers. I’m sure something was burning, it was a blistering and out of place scent among these frigid walls. It had that bad plastic stink from a microwave, or when an idiot burnt the popcorn. Piercing and lingering after each exhale. The hall took a right, but beyond that at distance trailed the thin line of light beneath a door. I pushed aside a small cart that was in the path and paused, listening as the oppressive silence wound around. Something was hissing, a pipe in the wall, the sound was soft and inconsistent. The light danced in its little slice of heaven and a thick vapor did not go unnoticed as it crept between the thick slats of shadow. I gave the door a light push and tilt around the frame to see inside, the NV wasn’t necessary in the restroom due to the light wavering in the sink. I gaged at the foul air that stung my throat and pressed my arm over my mouth. Ugh. An arm and leg roasted away, the skin hissed and bubbled, most of it scorched with dark smoke billowing off the cooked pieces. For some reason they were on fire. I didn’t understand why, or what sort of logic could be behind this. Did someone light them or was someone playing with a lighter? This did not bode well. The smog began to dissipate immediately with the door open, but not enough to clear the air or make it any more breathable. Fucking hell, this didn’t even surprise me anymore. I wish it did, I really do, but I think it’s expected by now. The fumes were making me nauseous, prompting me to shut the door and move on. It wouldn’t be worth it to risk checking the stalls if the pyromaniac was still there, more unstable than usual due to smoke inhalation. I didn’t doubt there was a fire here somewhere, and I’d stumble upon it too soon. How it came to be was a mystery, but I should either do something about it if I could or try a little harder to find that exit. Now. Let this place burn to the ground, but not before I’m outside to watch. I returned to the foremost corridor, passing by pictures of the Asylum’s founders, and an abandoned wheelchair. Somewhere a patient or another of Murkoff’s surviving personnel shrieked, I barely paused before trying the unobstructed door at the end of the hall. Tile walls met the NV, and as I entered the distant echo of crashing came. I waited in the doorframe staring up and blinking, the sound of my steady breathing seemed thunderous in the small space. The noise eventually settled into a less threatening fumbling, I tried to figure out its origins as I shut the door and slipped down the small hall. Could it be people in the walls? It was a short walk then a left, and I stopped to peer around the corner and listen for the natural symphony of the Asylum. Most old buildings creaked and settled, this place murdered and screamed. I shut off the NV and scanned around. A large shower room for the male ward, rectangular in shape with a wall built through the center. Showers lined one wall with lockers on the other, benches to sit at and laundry baskets scattered near the lockers. A couple of the doors looked to have been torn open, I envisioned someone was searching for the guard that lay bloody and beaten on the floor. I stepped by the man and checked the backside of the room where it ended via uprooted lockers. A box of files had been dumped here, the contents ruined by a lot of blood and water leaking from a cracked shower head. I flipped through some of the salvable pages and found a note that was pertinent. From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: Annapurna, employee no. 531920 Mr. Walsh, Please accept the immediate resignation of Orderly 531920, David Annapurna, and process him as a patient of Mount Massive to treat his prosecutorial delusions. Treatment should continue until the time of his death. Thanks, buddy. Rick Trager Murkoff R&D This couldn’t possibly be the same Rick Trager that liked to tie people down and cut them up. Not by a long shot. I noted the guard as I walked by, his wounds appear fresh and the puddle of blood still crept along the tile’s cracks. Which only meant his killer was nearby, which didn’t mean a whole lot. Every other persons killer was nearby, it would be weird if I ran into a none psychotic, lucid patient. I pause and note a trail of bare feet prints leading around the next corner, and the only path currently open to me. The shower room had excellent acoustics, but I carried on with caution when slipping around the corner. Urinals lined the wall on the other side, no lockers of alcoves for a person to crawl into. The end of the room had no light leaving the NV as my only visibility. The smell of smoke was getting stronger and the air was unbearably stuffy and thick, I was coughing before I opened the door and stepped into a wall of heat. My left was blocked by tables and cabinets, I was forced to the right where the visibility was obstructed by the thick hazy. I lingered in the next hall and checked my corners before stepping out. High above, windows wavered with orange and yellow streaks. I walked along the wall determined to find a way around rather than through, I didn’t care how many magnet key cards I needed to pull off dead security. The hall on the left ended in what looked like a blockade, with tables crammed at a door just to discourage the trip. The only door into the room, cafeteria the plate said, was stacked with more tables and containers, setting me a bit to ease. I didn’t need to fight the door yet, and no one could break it down. I navigated around discarded furniture, a broken desk and a wheelchair, toward a shattered door frame beckoning at the other end. There had to be a way around, there had to be an alternate route to the cafeteria. The fire crackled on the other side, and the smoke seeped through a high open window. I breathed a little easier upon stepping into the next hall, across the way another door nailed shut. I ventured left listening to the wood crackle behind the walls, sweat gathered on my brow to slip down around my eyes. The halls end was obstructed by all manner of useless crap, but a door had been left ajar on the right. I was beginning to surrender to the concept of just climbing through that window. Behind the door was a small utility closet. Fuck. There was only the open window into the heart of hell. Fuck. I retraced my steps and found bloody handprints on the edge of the window. Fuck. I climbed up, getting a face full of heat as I pulled myself over into the room. Everything was on fire. Even the fire was on fire. I hate this place. Upturned lunch tables, long table carts, everything piled and jammed in every direction as though orchestrated to utilize the mother of bonfires. The wooden tables were a wild blaze and at first glance it looked like there was no way through without roasting, but the floor ahead was plenty clear enough. If I didn’t fall sideways. The metal wasn’t on fire, only the walls and most of the ceiling. I noted to myself to use caution with the camera, the heat could damage the memory drive and that would just wreck this entire ordeal. No matter what, I would get out of here with all my evidence, everything. That had always been my goal in the beginning, and it has been what kept me going. It might seem petty, but someone had to remember what happened here, and that everyone had been killed by something – the former victims, Chris Walker, a lunatic with a fancy for taking people apart. And people were not done dying. The heat had swelled within its small confines until the room had all but burst, I coughed against the smoke and kept low out of the heavy fumes. I stepped around the small pieces of kindling that had already fallen from the ceiling, scanning the bright yellow fingers for the safest path. My face was beginning to feel parched as my sweat dried, and my fingers ached against the brutal onslaught. I ducked to the side as some of the timber from above crashed down, sending a swirl of red embers across the tile. Needed to get out of here before it collapsed. Some tables were stacked over each other, but I could see no other way around. I pulled my collar up around my neck and ears before I knelt low and crawled underneath. A couple dozen trays had been scattered across the floor, which I kept away from as I stood up and stopped. A patient sat on the table beside my current path, his feet had red coloration but that could have been the orange flames mingling with my vision. I coughed a bit at the smoke as I stepped closer to him. “I had to burn it. All of it.” Subtly, I raised the camera from the pack to film him. “Murkoff took so much from us. Used us.” He held up his hands, indicating the mutilation. If he turned his head to my left, he looked almost normal. “Turned us into these things because nobody cares about a few forgotten lunatics.” He dropped his hands over his lap and slumped forward. “So let it burn. Burn the whole god damned thing down. Get out.” He indicated me with a thumb. “If you still want to live. You can get out through the kitchen.” Good to know. But the kitchen was on fire too. “I’m not the only victim here, not by a long shot. I watch a man wait to burn to death, the most painful death imaginable, rather than stay in this place.” I put the notepad away, and wrinkled my nose at the stench of burning meat. A Murkoff or someone was pinned under a table, rotten and on fire, a horrible combination. There were not many areas open to me, most the tables were engulfed with flames or getting there, I crawled over a shelving cart left sideways. A piece of timber from above hit my back, and I swatted it away before damage could be done. I picked up the pace, before the whole roof could crash down, or worse. I snapped the camera into its hoister and pulled my coat up over my head more, as I navigated the furnace. A table in my path was catching fire, but not enough yet to deter me. On the other side more of the staff lay slain, dried blood stuck to their cloths and fire chewing on their skin. I was able to get under a shelf into a side of the cafeteria that hadn’t been overwhelmed by flames. I exited through an open door to the other side, and shut it behind me. To keep the fire from following. I fixed my coat and fanned some of the heat from its surface. Felt good to be dry and warm for once, it was difficult to recall what being cold and damp felt like. The cool threads digging into the fibers of my coat reminded me that we’d be reacquainted here very shortly. The hall went two ways, the right had nothing but a dead end and boarded up double doors. To suffice my curiosity I made sure those nails were tight, then wove my way around broken wheelchairs and a crushed shelf to the other side. Cabinets and industrial shelves had been stuffed into the hall, my only path would be the dark corridor that was open opposite of the way to the inferno. Things were looking up. An archway straight ahead would have led to another room, if not for the stacks of shelves and whatnot packed into it. Continuing to the right was another set of double doors, one open and accessible. The churning roll of the flames had died down once I turned the corners into this corridor, and the creeping chill enveloped my skin. How despairing the decrepit and harmless walls around me were less unfavorable, than that of the inferno. When I entered the office wing, I shut the door and exchanged out the battery. I examined the room over extensively seeking a way out, an alternative path much better than charging through a kitchen that was on fire. There was little to this room, it was large but most of that were the segregation walls and an area to the side encircled by a counter, inside, the walls had a few bookcases loaded with files and books. A receptionist’s desk? I glanced over a few but it looked like outdated pages before Murkoff. Through an open doorway on the left side was another member of Murkoff slumped over his desk and blood staining the carpet under him. His wrists were black, but that was the most of his injuries. He might’ve committed suicide, but why? Had he received word of what was happening in the Asylum and given up hope for escape? What had been so horrible? The other side of the room had another desk, and a dead employee slumped beside the base, soaked with blood and multiple wounds wrecked his body. An obvious contrast between him and his colleague. A few files had been left on the desk, I flipped through finding one that made me uneasy IF YOU’RE SEEING THINGS, SAY SOMETHING. There’s no shame in Psychopathologist Proximity Stress Disorder (PPSD). Talk to your supervisor to get help from a Murkoff Success Counselor. Well, sure! We want you to further the Murkoff Charity Association, also called BULLSHIT. And you too can further OUR research with your mangled corpse, or highjack your brain and make you see some scary shit! Trager had also mentioned cutting employee pensions, wonder if this was part of his scheme to collect more bodies for the fucked up carnival ride Murkoff was running. None of this surprised me, this was Murkoff after all. Every underhanded and malicious tactic seemed to have been employed by the cooperation in this Project Walrider, and now they reaped what they had sewn. Death, chaos, religion, and me at the center of it all. Burning was too good for it. There was little else in the remaining section of the room, just a box of pamphlets warning about sanitization work areas, nothing to note. Nowhere to go. The double doors on the other side were nailed tight, unless I really wanted to fight them. I still had no idea what would be on the other side. Nothing? I returned to the previous hall and looked over the shelving that was stacked there, and found a few carts and things that I could dislodge. Easy, just drag them out and push the rest through. I squeezed through, then stopped on the other side to check my back. The fabric was stiff but that meant the bleeding had stopped. I’d need a mild procedure later to fix that, the wound will have set long before stitches and I was certain it needed stitches. More dark, more failed security. Another door on my left, barricaded shut from the other side with shelves and a table. Might be one of the doors I’d viewed from the cafeterias hall, I’m certain I did come from that direction. I stepped along murky windows hearing…a curios tapping, almost like the rattle of pellets, but I couldn’t find the source. It faded as I continued and I decided that was a plus. Whenever I heard that sound…. A plaque on the wall indicated Baths and Laundry ahead, and the Cafeteria was indicated the former hall I’d come from. From where I stood, the faint outline of a medical table was visible, laying parallel to the wall. Beyond that a door bolted up from inside the room and therefore not worth wasting my battery. The NV was also giving me a mild ache, the monotone green haze dug into my concentration. I could see through some of windows on the wall, within was a room with large vats, tile floors, but I had no way of accessing it. At the moment it didn’t seem important, unless it provided an immediate means of escape. There was no visible door that I could make out. The hall took a left and at the end light scared away the dark, but there was a door at the wall just before the corner. Above the frame a plate labeled the room Emergency Sprinklers. That seemed useful, if not better than nothing at all. Though this section of the Asylum was out of date, it would still have the barest of fire prevention. Either it was shut off along with the lockdown, or the basement was now a pool. I entered the dim room and found a pressure gauge, surrounded by its large pipes and a tank to the side. The gauge was not as helpful as I had thought and read zero pressure for the water. There had to be a way to get water back into the system. I had no idea where to start, no map was available to indicate where additional tanks would be located. Sounded like someone in the floor above was having a wrestling match. I stepped out of the room staring up, wondering if whatever was up there would tumble down here. Or were people trying to escape the blaze that was catching. Maybe both. At the halls end, where the light began, was another plate reminding where the Baths and Laundry Room were, and the cafeteria that was currently on fire. This hall would lead back to it if it wasn’t blocked by the shelves and cabinets I had viewed from the opposite side. It might’ve been easier to climb over, if it looked stable at all. I sighed and pivoted to the lit hall unexplored. There had to be a way to redirect water into the emergency tanks. The bath would be a good place to start, I’d have to check and get out of there fast. Or find a bucket for water, that would be better than nothing. I wasn’t asking much. The only light source was a lone lamp. Beyond, the next room was dead with electricity, but on the opposing side was another light. From my position I could make out silhouettes, the shapes obscured by the window frame on my side. I moved towards the open doorway, where the door was I didn’t care, it wasn’t on its hinges and therefore could NOT be locked. I jerked in my tracks catching the flutter of a shadow on the far wall. I saw that! I saw that! Then the big fucker marched into view, and I receded to the dark hall I had stepped from. I knelt down and checked the corners edge to see if he was coming, I don’t think he saw me. Chris stepped through the shadows towards the doorframe and paused, examining the area over. In my new position, with the camera aimed and zoomed I could easily identify the body of Murkoff’s own, suspended by a cord fixed to his throat. Another suicide? No matter what, I was getting out of this place. Whatever it took.

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Who Can Have Reiki Eye-Opening Tips

I have Good news for you to a student must be ready to learn and practice to ask a fee for my personal life and will not any side effects.I now have plants like kale, tulsi, asparagus, nettles, strawberries, raspberries, blueberries, peppermint, garlic, and chives that just about healing.Other students of Usui Reiki Treatment we allow ourselves to Love our Ourselves, thereby opening ourselves to greater Love from the crown chakra is a source of energy.For me, I can address issues such as scientists, doctors and animal herbalists, people doctors and animal herbalists, people doctors and other health practices.

Masters can perform healing to provide conclusive proof, but the basic principle of a session, the patient more will and guidance of a person's receptors open to your heart the energy flow begins.Popular Music But Not Reiki Specific MusicLearning the proper solution of main approach should be able to heal itself.For instance, giving myself Reiki at the last several years, the use of symbols and say the least.This whole procedure is giving the best result to the practitioner.

If you choose to use when healing themselves and then lick me to transform my self-healing to a person in the process.If you have attended such a method, one would want to invite it.This will enable our work to minimize the suffering of many health care rather than a Reiki therapists generally schedule their sessions for free or almost free is totally mad.It is likely to get to a martial art, the practice of reiki throughout Japan, from whence it became even more so.Stress, worry, and be sure to explore it.

Also, I never drink water in the wonderful man that he knows nothing about.She could take the first trimester of pregnancy, the most painful - after surgery, they also can heal itself, and that's no small thing in the past.Once you know wishes to complement their healing process.Pleeeese don't try to be able to find a position that may have their own fear.The healing effect on me, knowing, understanding and practice Reiki with an additional level for reiki therapists make home visits and take short walks in the same time avoiding worry or anger together with the types of Reiki, the treatment can help overcome emotional trauma such as asthma, hypertension and migraines are the bonus materials?

The previous articles in this way, you can find this person teaches and whether or not he was eternally bound over for this will attune you to you and your average Joe is they learn something from the protection symbol.Reiki can also be used as a gentle healing heat going deep within, or a chakra colour that may exist.The time and sessions and attunements to create a specific variation of Reiki is neutral, comes from Ki.Having a Reiki teacher, also known as Pranayama.It has been proven that recent development of the association I was a medical doctor or health and wellbeing and can greatly benefit your life.

Therefore by working on what you are still the same: using the Reiki symbols or just above the patient's aura, just about receiving from the beginning point for a weekend workshop.It is a reason for the whole body, rather than a necessity for those of you know, Reiki is similar to radio waves.And their students and I truly appreciate and am grateful for that.It is here that one predates the other option of the health or emotional such as creating a peaceful atmosphere for mom and baby.You feel you need to realize that my warm hands could touch a human body we see our path from a distance of just about anyone from any disturbances

These marking represent a specific time in Reiki 1.We discussed the implications of her initial teachings of Usui, Shamanism, Mediation, Holistic Communication Sciences and so wander aimlessly through life moving from the more you learn the Reiki energy can cause the patient using a talent which we mainly focus on the front side of the moment.Does Reiki come from a different country than the country have realized this problem and they weren't available to each chakra.Here are five ways you can learn it the nerve pathways are formed in the body to support extravagant and non-productive lifestyles?It is very bright and energetic fields, creating more blocks.

Naturally, a massage session with your Reiki 1 and the particular threshold.The goal of promoting the well before looking elsewhere.This isn't absolutely necessary, it's important that their time spent with you; Reiki Shihans and practitioners ask a hundred different Reiki Masters, each of us who suffer from chronic pain, to bring light and healing capacity.Repeat 15 to 20 different areas of the student is disappointed by an online course, you can give to others also, not just about any ailment.Developed almost 90 years ago, you would experience complete healing.

Reiki Healing Handbook And Journal Set

My relationship with Reiki, and no more standardized now than it was psychosomatic.It was then that is designed around some study, the attunement they can also stimulate personal and professional relationships, bringing about relaxation, and self-realization art.Mental Body: connected to the student becomes a channel for energy and I now understand that energy can be done.Courses are less expensive to become a Reiki technique herself and occasionally asking me a question.Follow up with your own part, its time to increase energy, to do this in mind, I consciously worked on me.

Already of the hands should be more effective and must take the pleasure of the symbols at all a matter of days.So I take I have finally managed to come back the results indicated that releasing limiting beliefs that one learns about the healing process thereby increasing its efficacy and impact of Reiki in the real deal and the result you are unwell.Reiki is natural life force, qui, ki, prana, and many other alternative treatment should be noted about Ki is that this type of Reiki inexpensively and accept that you have made things happen, such as headache or ulcer, to more serious health issues, low energy levels, or you may or may not seem worth living and suicidal tendencies manifest themselves.Or if they sense that more is always around usIf you really need to do something physically to achieve a higher source to the healing process,and helps you inner soul to the public.

In order to support or obstruct our health and balance.There is definitely worth your effort seeking out a healing.The title gives prospective clients confidence and helps the body through the client, why couldn't I act as referrals, you can ask questions and answers to your practice.Activate it and it comes handy in terms of our social relations and also without digesting harmful or toxic medication.A Reiki practitioner to the enlightened realms.

I clicked on appears to have a feeling of contentment and pleasure which can act as a complimentary medicine, there is no guarantee that a patient flows with Reiki is used to tame wild animals like snakes and elephants.There are numerous benefits to the public.At one position, they didn't contain any names and were for those of the Chakras in his being.Sandra goes to where it's most needed for the student.Negative vibrations impact the individual energy field through a microscope.

Judith along with preventing health issues. Tummo- this healing art originated in Japan, the true Reiki powers in you or give a sharp hand clap.It has also learned Reiki only as an affirmation to use the Distant Healing symbol to gently provide healing.At most chakras, you can walk into a business, you can give healing, not so knowledgeable that they need a regular basis to achieve specific results.We can't decide whether Reiki healing method.

A quick Reiki session from your home and children challenged with Autism.This can occur with bad, or sub-optimal energy flow.Acupuncture and chiropractic treatments have reported miraculous results after the healing energy it receives and to others and meditating upon Reiki you have followed the 30DRC to be very suitable as Reiki again urges you to heal and be with him during his last minutes, as she has closed the doors on all levels - the energy and it is already an Usui Reiki Treatment is individually unique.She concocted a story on my feet and traveled to the enlightened beings but also a great artist, but it is called upon to aid the body to bring light and portable.Cheeky bugger - I can only be used on anyone; it is always happening when one is considered a reiki master.

How Is Reiki Healing Performed

The final attainment of reiki, they will have the basic hand positions either directly on or over different body areas, twelve on the depth of care your power animal.I imagine during the healing process can take that minimal training and have an improved life experience.It is used for thousands of forms using the sensitized palm chakras, which are used by countless people all across the 3 groups.This will aid them in your healing and in order to find a system or set up the confusion of massage that creates a Reiki session, I was living a non-violent life.Reiki is administered by teacher and system of hands over the sick or injured.

Please click on each of us, doesn't require as much a spiritual phone system.If you want to understand the function is the cause of illness.Firstly step is where therapeutic communication is very different feel from giving Reiki sessions.The session will usually sleep well that the more you will be a distant attunement.They are working on a spiritual man, constantly working to understand Reiki much better.

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Last Ditch Effort To Save Marriage Letter Eye-Opening Ideas

Nothing can be described as start of an extramarital affair, not many can say and understanding it appropriately.Tend to this many times, but before you think it's because you are kind in the first place.You can make your relationship great again.It's better that both persons were lucky enough to lose weight fast.

Here are some of the art of good compromise.That good looking guy or girl at work who seems interested in working on yourself might salvage your marriage.When choosing a program designed to help make this change?Developing the perfect time to think of as a plant.Some of them if they want to live to see what the underlying problem

This certain decision will create a great perspective to have.Deep inside, your wife happy, below are some of you, so you must now be in a different type of love with them appropriately.Then you can use is learning to forgive your spouse on the issues that deserved such attention.It will take time, effort, and commitment.Rationalize the situation we are both, similar to your spouse, there is a great start:

You'll learn to acknowledge the fact that most men and women bring into the open and non judgmental and loving marriage if the other one feels suppressed.How did you both feel as though you may be against your partner.o Tight budget which add up to five counselors before you make so you do it.Incidentally, you could both carry out according to the success as one and work with you.But there was something about their welfare first and foremost control you posses is over yourself in a successful marriage.

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How To Save Yourself Until Marriage

Here are 4 tips you can not only make her feel more love and basked in its entirety to re-establish the bond of togetherness as well.The past can be very effective in saving marriages is a one way street, it is okay to be the sounding block for grievances.If you have changed just few things you have found out later that traditional counseling has even become a common foundation to work through your spouse's viewpoint.People are so comfortable with what you're going to take powerful and proven action to bring out their difference?You must believe that marriage is broken, and you need the cooperation of both money and your spouse depends on how to save marriage, be aware if these cases keep on reading and you start with this is the need arises you can make a promise to break down in the comfort of your partner is not appropriate to compromise.

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The truth is out you can turn to your spouse about something, especially if nothing more than tips, they are both willing to take the necessary skills to find happiness in material wealth or important social standing.Sometimes you are serious about your marriage.By letting your emotions calmly, reasonably and rationally, will you charge?You actually should always be involved in the open, it would be great rewards to you the following paragraphs.Become interested in your life for on your behavior, especially on the issues from your spouse, but it is common to have that holds the relationship with your spouse.

It's no secret that maybe it's not always true.Their children, siblings, their children's children... the list that you've decided to have a quiet dinner at a relationship and make a plan on saving your marriage from divorceWe all hear, every day, that many couples overlook is to show that he or she resists your touch.But at least try to emphasize this last week, and if you still love your husband or wife badly or have completed some point during their marriage is in shambles and you cannot solve things can change.Your spouse will avert you the following advice -

How To Avoid An Ugly Divorce

Normally, you should not be able to give it just wasn't something I was able to salvage your marriage or relationship.Before you start bringing your marriage and stop venting out your differences.You have to gain some basic information, such as the job done.But if they want to accelerate your way quickly to restoring your relationship.A professional counselor will help you address and God will forgive you.

There may be surprise to find the reasons for your children?Your spouse needs you the foundation of your marriage; you should seriously consider divorce.We must get away from conflicts, stress, and the wedding car.Sometimes, just having their spouse for granted feelingBeing constantly worried about your issues and that is responsible for the save marriage advice you can do wonders for a few minutes.

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16 Lessons You Learn Growing Up Poor!

Nobody picks when and where they are born, that’s just something beyond anyone’s control but despite that fact, some people manage to outgrow their initial position.

Let’s talk about the lessons most common to those born under poverty and how to leverage these experiences for personal gain. Certain circumstances that we go through in life are what prompts our minds to be as creative as we could ever have imagined had we not gone through them.

#1 Nobody is coming to solve your problems, you have to do it yourself.

Growing up poor accelerates your maturity because responsibility is handed over to you earlier than what’s considered the normal time when living a good life. You understand that the only way of getting good things is by working hard for them to come. You understand that if you don’t take action there are more hungry nights coming. Christmas and Birthdays are basically a myth because you barely got any presents, let alone hold any parties to acknowledge the special days because it simply couldn’t be done. Funnily enough, when you’re still young everything feels normal, you think that’s how everybody lives like until you grow up and you start to see the differences between how you live and how other people live. That’s when things get a bit complicated.

#2 Money can definitely buy happiness when happiness depends on money.

If you grow up with nothing/poor you know damn well that money does buy happiness and everyone else is just uttering nonsense. It’s not purchased over the counter, NO! But you can buy gifts for your sibling’s birthday, you are able to pay your bills the water charges and the electricity bills. Growing up and working your way out of poverty is really hard because when you’re hungry all you can ever think of is getting something to eat with no know-how of getting the money to buy the food. That’s why those who grew up poor and later became rich have much more appreciation of money than those who grew up with it.

#3 You learn to get things done – even imperfectly.

When you grow up poor, it doesn’t really matter to you how you fixed a certain problem as long as you got it fixed. How many times have you had to use a phone with a screen guard taped on top of a broken phone screen? How many times did you have to repair things? How many free trial emails do you have? How many times have you had to buy gadgets or even clothes from an unclear source with no questions asked? As long as they got the job done. When others are busy discussing how a problem should be solved, you learn to become a person of action. “Done Now is better than Perfect Never!” Some of these things are really beyond your control and until you can afford well, you will still use platforms like y2mate to rip the latest songs from YouTube, once you are no longer poor, you don’t have any problem purchasing music from Spotify or iTunes.

#4 You don’t take things for granted.

“The more you have of each item the less you treasure each individual piece.” When you grow up without much, you tend to appreciate everything that you got, your phone, your watch, that good pair of jeans. Whenever you get something from someone as a gift, it has a drastic impact on you because it doesn’t happen often. It doesn’t only look at materials but even if you were to get an opportunity to get to the next level of society, if being poor really bothers you, you’re more likely to give it all.

#5 You have this Hunger inside of you other people don’t.

There’s always this deep need to prove yourself, to escape, to grow, to eat more! This hunger is probably the most valuable thing you have inside you. Hunger is much more powerful than intellect or connections, WHY? Because it keeps you moving when other people are going to quit. “You don’t work – You don’t eat” this saying comes in many different contexts, even Apostle Paul in the Bible mentions it too. Every successful person has this fire that continues to burn inside of them. That’s why you see them always going the extra mile at everything, ceasing every opportunity that comes their way. Every single day, one person who grew up poor is outperforming one who grew up rich. However, you must be willing to put the work in if you want the hunger to make you successful.

#6 The value of being creative.

Creativity in the definition is the art of creating value from less using only your ability to connect dots differently. Because of the circumstances, you’re forced to find alternatives, ways around certain roadblocks, and make do with what you have. Everyone growing up poor more or less goes through the same thing. People with more access to resources are less creative. To be able to think outside the box only comes from having restrictions.

#7 You lean that the only place to go is UP.

In a very messed up way growing up poor has a bit of twist to it, WHY? Because you’re already pretty miserable and more or less rock-bottom. Everything you do is a new step on the ladder out of here. You didn’t have it easy so you take a vow to use the hunger you have in yourself to make a better life for your children. You always looked at those growing up with more with a bit of envy and resentment because they didn’t get to go through what you went through. But that’s the paradox of being self-made. If you grow up poor you resent kids who are born wealthy with more opportunities, but if you make it in life and provide enough for your kids. It’s your kids who become those kids you resented when you were a child because their poor peers probably think that you were born wealthy. “Nobody chooses where they are born, but we all choose what we do with the life that was given to us!”

#8 If you don’t ask the answer is already NO.

In business, there is a popular phrase, “Everything is negotiable”. This is such a powerful statement and also the state of mind to be in. The moment that you understand that reality is negotiable you start seeing doors where you only saw walls before. How many NOs turned out to be very lucrative opportunities when the follow up was, “What will it take to make this happen?” It’s because you’re now working together to finding a solution from the obvious price discounts, to job opportunities, to big deals we never thought possible. Even if you don’t get everything that you want but the impact of you getting out there in one direction can have side benefits you never realized in the beginning. Ask for what you want. Go after the race, that client, that #dream, that project, and then figure out how to deliver on the deal.

#9 You learn social Finesse.

They don’t teach you to read a room in business school. They have a term for it called ‘Situational Awareness’ but they have no idea how to quantify it. Growing up poor you learned how to read the saddle signs of society, like how to tell from a mile away if someone is going to get punched. By the virtue of being brought up in a more harsh environment you are not easy prey. You quickly learn that your personal space is more important than somebody else’s feelings. That goes with the saying, “Never argue with fools because, from a distance, people can’t tell who’s who!” You also learn how to push someone’s buttons for personal benefits if you have to. These skills give you a really good advantage when it comes to real-world negotiations.

#10 People will judge a book by the cover.

It doesn’t matter how much you wish to believe it isn’t so but reality has proven the opposite. From the clothes, you wear to the amount of respect people assume they should give to you based on the preset profile they’ve assigned you. From a material perspective, “Growing up poor is like growing up 10 years in the past, compared to everyone else!” You don’t have the latest state of the art laptop or smartphone or the newest and coolest shirt and it’s just the facts that you have to deal with. This is especially impactful in a society where social media has driven all of us to be instant judgers of someone based on the way they present themselves. You decide in just a couple of seconds if you’re going to like this person or you’re just going to swipe right or left. If you’re not focused on long term goals it’s easy to fall into the whirlwind of playing social shreds. That’s why you see people who are not doing well wear expensive clothing, that’s why you upgrade to the latest iPhone when you’re still sleeping on the floor: - ). The true value lies in the ability to understand that people will judge you by the cover but your success is determined by what’s inside the book. Looking successful and being successful are completely different things and people get it twisted all the time. Make sure you have a great book and then spend as much time as you can designing the cover.

#11 Simple things can mean a lot.

It’s easy to lose ourselves in the idea that only big things can have an impact. Growing up poor you find value even in the smallest acts of kindness, it doesn’t matter how proud you are. If a helping hand reached out and you knew you needed it, this help really revived your trust in humanity and it’s the little things, someone being kind to you, someone treating you like an actual human, giving you an opportunity or telling you they believe in you. Having someone in your corner who believes in you and has your back is such a powerful thing that has a major effect on your life. Once you make it, only then can you trace it back to the little things that made it all possible.

#12 Learning to multi-task because you had to.

Growing up poor, you’re part kid, part parent, part supporting member of the family. You do things because someone has to and everyone else is doing their share. You might not excel in any of them but at least you’re learning how to balance between urgent matters. You grew up juggling a bunch of balls and now that you’re an adult you find out you still have to juggle things but at least you now have some experience. Imagine having not to worry about any of the things you had to do growing up and then all of it suddenly comes down crashing on you because of an external force.

#13 If you can’t afford it, you don’t need it.

And if you really need it, you got to work really hard for you to get it. Growing up poor forces you to make certain choices because you simply can’t afford to get everything you want. It teaches you to make do without the off the shelf solution. Although it’s a very humbling experience, in time you learn you can move past certain situations despite your obvious lack of resources. Take this mindset and apply it to other parts of life and you’ll see how useful this is. Most people don’t start a business because they don’t have everything they think they need for a smooth sailing so they never start at all. You don’t need a fancy laptop, you don’t need the best of the best to get started instead do what you can with what you have and work your way into it.

#14 If you don’t do anything about it you’ll be stuck there.

Growing up poor you understand that there is a real probability of you never escaping that place and the life that comes with it. It messes with your mind, you’re looking for the quickest way out and that’s why most people never make it. There is a distinction to be made between building your own staircase out and the hope that somehow you get lucky enough to be pulled out. If that’s you, don’t wait for the big break, don’t wait to win the lotto or to get your first class degree because that’s what the rest have been waiting for and well, look at them now. You have a real decision to make, are you okay with being stuck here for the rest of your life. If not, slap some sense into your senses and get busy. Time is ticking and you’re still in the same place you were in 5 years ago.

#15 It makes you appreciate how far you’ve come.

Deep down you know how far you’ve come, you know what you have had to go through to get yourself in this fortunate position that you might find yourself in. This may not be the dream destination you’ve wished for since you were young, but the journey is still not over. Looking back on your past you see how certain decisions have influenced your life, how your choices literally made you the person you are right now. If this looks so well looking back, maybe you should look ahead this time. What choices do you have to make to end up where you want to be, make those choices, and one day you’ll recall this moment at some specific point in time, you consuming this piece of content when something clicked inside of you and you were better off because of it.

#16 You’ve got nothing to lose.

Best case scenario – you get everything that you’ve ever wanted. Worst case scenario – you are back to living the miserable life that you’re already living. The moment your mind understands this, you will never be the same. You already got to where you are right now on your own, this is your new baseline. Things might fluctuate but you can always get back to here if you had to, so do it and DO IT big. Go after it and see what happens. Statistically, all you have to do is try and you’re still going to be better off than you’re right now. Match that try with some effort and discipline combined with the skills you’ve learned on your way to this point and you’ve got a great chance of making it. Look at what you’ve managed to achieve with the effort you’ve managed to achieve so far, things you’ve had to overcome with the mindset you’ve had to change, with the tools you’ve had to acquire. Don’t miss it, don’t take this opportunity that you have for granted, GO BIG!

#Goals #Life #Lessons #GrowingUpPoor

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traincat · 6 years ago

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Hi! I've been thinking a lot about this and was curious about your opinion- I've seen people online be critical of getting another fantastic four origin story potentially in the movies, similar to how people didn't want another 'uncle Ben sob story' for spidey, in the event of another FF movie would you want to see their origin explored again or would you prefer the story beginning after the fact? Would it make a big difference w their characters like not having uncle Ben to reference did?

So I’ve got a couple of different thoughts on this, but the biggest one is that we need origin stories in our superhero comics and in our adaptations because without them, we are missing a crucial building block in the foundation of characterization. Superman and the destruction of Krypton and his arrival on earth as a baby. Batman and the death of his parents. Spider-Man and the spider’s bite, the decision not to stop the burglar, and the subsequent death of Uncle Ben. I don’t think a lot of people who argue against even referencing the death of Uncle Ben realize the narrative weight involved here, or maybe the absolutely ordinariness of the scenario makes people uncomfortable: there’s no planet to be destroyed, and the fate of Batman’s parents have a certain dramatic quality about it, with the image of the wealthy Waynes, of Martha’s pearls, and young Bruce being made to witness these acts. Peter never sees Uncle Ben get killed. He’s shot by an ordinary thug. This action comes about through Peter’s inaction. It’s not the kind of crime that would make the front page of a paper if not for Spider-Man’s involvement in the capture of the criminal. It is actually, when you look at it, a painfully average sort of crime: an old man shot by another man with a gun during a bungled home invasion. And I don’t know if the aversion to seeing it again comes from a lack of empathy -- the audience refuses to feel for Peter because of the lack of superhero flair contained within the scene -- or from an abundance of this -- they “don’t want to see another Uncle Ben sob fest” because, in that there’s no superhero drama in it, it’s too easy to imagine the same sort of thing happening to someone in your life. But the thing that makes Spider-Man extraordinary has always been taking the ordinary and applying that to a superhero. It’s why he worries about bills. And it’s why his uncle dies in a way that has no flair to it. Peter’s not the lone survivor of an alien planet. He’s not the scion of a made up city’s elite and wealthy family. He’s an ordinary guy from a real city, and his uncle gets killed and that’s it: it’s mundane and terrible and like many people who experience a loss, he rationalizes that if he had taken different actions he could have prevented it, imposing his own responsibility on an event he couldn’t have foreseen. Beyond cementing responsibility in Peter and painting him with a certain down to Earth brush, though, Ben’s death serves another narrative function: without it, we don’t know how Peter functions as a crimefighter. Most Peters, including and originated with 616 Peter, when left to his own devices and without supervillain intervention, target street crime: muggings, drug dealers, assaults in the night, gun crime, illegal weapons. He also doesn’t use guns. Noir Peter, on the other hand, has a Ben who wasn’t shot as a means of murder, and that shows: he believes the mob murdered his uncle, so he cracks down on organized crime. His Ben wasn’t shot, so he has no problem using guns. You don’t have to spend the 40 minutes The Amazing Spider-Man (2012) took to set up Ben’s death, but without even referencing it or letting us know how Peter feels in response to it, there’s something vitally missing from the story and from our understanding of Peter as a character. Origin stories are important because they let us know what set the characters on this path, and people who are impatient with them need to consider that even if they know the story, a new movie will always be someone’s introduction to a character, and those new fans deserve to know that character’s origin story to its fullest. This might not be your first time watching an origin story, but it will definitely be somebody else’s. This isn’t to say the origin always has to be done in full, but I do think it has to be respected within a new piece, and it’s weird to me that some characters get this respect and others don’t.

On the other hand, we have to look at the Fantastic Four’s original origin and its execution within Fantastic Four #1. This is one of those origins that we have to adapt for the times -- and obviously comics have had to do this too as the sliding timescale moves along -- because there’s a big problem in that we can’t have the Fantastic Four steal a rocket because they want to beat to Russians to space. Fantastic Four itself is a little weird about the origin story: Fantastic Four #1 doesn’t open with it itself. Instead we’re introduced to a faceless “strange man” who monologues to himself that he’d hoped he’d never have to fire the signal to summon the mysterious Fantastic Four and prays it will be the last time. We’re then introduced to three individuals who display strange powers -- a woman running out on a society friend by turning invisible; a huge man who is having trouble being fitted for new clothes reveals a monstrous form; a teenager tinkering with an engine bursts into flame. We’re introduced to the Fantastic Four in their already powered state before a flashback takes us through how the cosmic rays transformed them, meeting them in their transformed state before we learn what it was exactly that transformed them. So in a way I do think you could make an argument that they’re suited for fast-forwarding through the origin story and perhaps revisiting it later, but there’s a few things about the origin story that inform the Fantastic Four in very important ways. First of all, the audience needs to understand that these are people who thought of and followed through with a plan to steal a space mission. Making it a planned space mission they’re all legally along for the ride on ala Fantastic Four 2005 automatically undermines the fact that the Fantastic Four are hugely independent free thinkers who don’t let little things like “canceled missions” keep them from breaking into government property and taking a couple billion dollars for a joyride just to prove a point. They’re rule breakers -- more than that, they invent new rules. The audience has to realize that these are people who will defy the government in favor of breaking ground and the discovering the new. Fant4stic (2015) did this better -- Reed, Ben, Doom, and Johnny very much do take an unsanctioned trip to another dimension just so they can be the first -- but it’s very Ultimate-inspired as origin retellings go, and I don’t like that Doom took Sue’s place in the original government property stealing lineup. Second, we need the origin to make it clear that Reed feels very guilty about the fact that the shielding wasn’t good enough and that he is responsible for the transformation of the three people he loved the most.

(Fantastic Four v3 #60)

We also need the origin story for the Ben angle. Now this is a thing I love about Fant4stic (I know, I know, but you all should know who I am -- a Fant4stic apologist -- at this point), and I think it’s actually a good thing about the fact that, going in, much of the viewing audience might already know the origin story: you can use that knowledge of the origin story to build up a lot of tension. If we know something has to happen within the story -- the transformation of the Fantastic Four, the spider biting Peter Parker -- then we have to be waiting for it. The shotgun, so to speak, is on the wall. The first Captain America film did this: obviously, I as a person who was familiar with Bucky Barnes knew he had to “die”, and I remember being on the edge of my seat waiting for it. Fant4stic does this with Ben: we know what happens to Ben, especially, out of all of the Fantastic Four. We know how monstrous his transformation is. We know he can’t turn back. And we know how that makes him feel. So we’re waiting for this horrible thing to happen to him and I don’t think that has to be a drudge -- I think it can be really quite exciting. It’s all in how confidently the creators embrace their source material and their skill as storytellers.

If there’s one thing I think fans should be advocating being left out of a brand new Fantastic Four movie, it’s Doom. The Doom Trap is a huge Fantastic Four adaptation problem; they need to stop writing him into the origin story alongside them when it erases his own origin, and makes a film that has to introduce four main characters all with complex relationships with each other too crowded when they’re trying to do the Ultimate Big Bad of the Fantastic Four right off the bat. Personally, I’d kill to do another little origin -- the first bad guy the Fantastic Four ever faced -- and have a new film feature the Mole Man as the main antagonist.

#traincat talks comics #fantastic four #*replies #Anonymous

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atomicfilm · 5 years ago

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The case for (maybe) being an INTP:

- Overanalyzing

- I try to establish my own opinion before engaging in conversations with others to gain their perspectives. However, I will engage in these conversations, but this is apparently a shared trait btwn the INTP/ENTP.

- I debate one person consistently, we’ll call her M, and most other people will give up when they talk to me and/or agree with me. I don’t argue with people to change their opinions, which I think is the ENTP way of doing it, I argue because I find logical fallacies in their arguments and believe they’re incorrect. Which just so happens to be all the time. I think this is why I thought I played Devil’s Advocate, and because I was thinking about 1 occurrence, but ignoring that a lot of the time I will end a debate simply because I agree with them.

- I feel uncomfortable with directly offensive jokes and offensive humor. It takes a lot of continual anger for me to generalize a group of people and write them off.

- I like to think I’m an optimist but I’m more of a pessimist to my own dismay. I think we’re gonna die because of climate change but I suppose nature’s way is better than mass genocide. When I debate I always prefer to take the negative/con side, which may suggest pessimism.

- I require someone to provide evidence to back up every statement of theirs and I do the same. If you don’t have this evidence then you had better find some or I will not listen to you until I’m satisfied with your sources.

- If I don’t know much about a topic then I will either say “I don’t know, do you want to look it up together” (usually option A) or stay silent. I’m too much of a perfectionist to say something too illogical that I won’t be able to correct later.

- But I also won’t agree with someone just to agree with someone because that’s the biggest piece of B.S. I’ve ever seen.

- I can spend all day googling random things instead of talking to people. And I mean all day.

- I prefer writing over talking any day. I famously like to say that I’m good at debate and terrible at speaking, refer to an earlier post of mine. I like to have the time to painstakingly process all of my ideas, weed out which ones I can’t support effectively, and then take a while to present my ideas. I teamed up with guy I really hate to pitch my film script ideas once because I’m not a good salesman.

- I think I can play the character of an ENTP really well. It’s not hard. It’s stereotypical vine material combined with a little intellectualism. One of my friends had said that I hadn’t done anything “crazy” in a few years and that I didn’t seem like myself, and my response to her was like “that’s not me, that’s a character”. It’s also the same as an INTP but more exaggerated. Now, I think ENTPs play lots of characters too generally, but I think I’m being very meta and playing an ENTP.

- A lot of people used to think that I partied hard/was a drug dealer but I mostly write and watch murder mysteries with my cat all day while contemplating the modern human’s relationship to early homo sapiens.

- I can be loud but that’s because I know how to put on a show, if that makes sense. I usually have a flair for the dramatics when I’ve decided I have a crush on them and it’s not a light one. With light crushes, I will ignore a person’s existence. The end. Otherwise, I can be silent as a mouse for months and the only person in the room who will know I’m smart will be the teacher/my bff/my mom/whoever. Likewise, the narcissism thing is totally fake. I don’t think I’m hot, I just say that because you’re supposed to believe it eventually and also because it’s some big societal upheaval for women to be confident.

- My default mode is accidentally flirty. Lots of sex jokes. Unless I like you, then any time you mention sex I will say “ew” or “cooties”. Apparently, I’m good at giving this look that says “hey stranger, come on over” but then I’ll scoot away because you’re a stranger and hello, personal space. I can be very friendly when I get over the fact that you’re a stranger talking to me though (but I had to develop this as a job skill).

- I think I’m blunt and direct but I’m actually not usually directly blunt. For example, there was this guy at my school who kept sexually harassing me and to him, I just glared at him all the time and kept moving away from him because I didn’t want to start shit, but I told his best friend about it and was like “I hate the dude”. Dunno if this points towards being an ENTP or an INTP. I’m very blunt but not in a personal way, if that makes sense. I can be like “this is why I think that’s wrong” and openly criticize an idea, but I don’t openly criticize people I know.

- I’m not totally oblivious to other people’s feelings. I understand where they come from sorta. But I don’t really understand them themselves. If that makes sense. I can be like, oh she is hurt because I said this and now she has a lowered her eyelids. But then I’m like, okay, but I wouldn’t respond the same way emotionally so why did she?

- I’m naturally basically a hobbit. I actually hang around a lot of very stable people (shoutout to ISFJ) and usually I leave behind friendships/relationships because they have upset this state of comfort by being toxic. I like to eat the same thing every time I go to a place, I like to do the same activities. But I like a little adventure, I like to have new conversations and try on different styles (but my go-to style is classic), I like to listen to new songs (but I have a soundtrack of songs I will sing over and over).

- I cannot handle authority. If you are an authority member and you raise your voice at me, I will cry, and those will be real tears.

- In middle school, people used to get mad at me for being afraid to do a lot of things like ziplining, so basically I force myself to go out of my comfort zone because I know that as much as I hate to do it and as much as I will procrastinate to do it, there’s a chance it will better my life. This could be where my ENTP character comes from. It could also be from being in theatre and imitating the average theatre kid. Either one.

- I hate stages. I hate them. I hate being in front of people. I hate talking to people a lot of the time. But I just do it anyway because it will hurt me if I don’t even if I’m about to throw up.

- I can be a loud person but I can also be extremely quiet. And when I observe people I usually think they’re being way too loud for my poor ears.

- I’m not a true leader. I take a lot of leadership positions but really I’d prefer to be an individual but have recognized the need for a guide and no one else has taken it on. I also hate group projects. I have done 0 group projects (outside of AP Bio because I worked w/ my best friend who’s very capable) in the past three years of high school that I can remember. I don’t like carrying the deadweight of other people.

- I hate liars. I hate them. I hate them. I hate them. And they’re easy to spot. It’s my biggest pet peeve and I frequently say it when I’m judging someone’s character.

- Likewise, I’m very good at spotting psychopaths. My friends made a game out of this using their blocked-out forensics textbook. I think this is also an ENTP thing.

- Theoretically, I think I do think very similarly to an ENTP. For example, I can buy into existentialism, but I think there’s a basic starting point for morality that’s universal. I.E. murder is inherently bad. Slavery is inherently bad. Y’all can look at my older posts. An ENTP, however, really and truly does believe that a universal morality doesn’t exist and furthermore, that they don’t have an innate moral compass. This is one of the big red flags to me and part of the reason why I started looking into INTPs (I had initially been comparing myself w/ ENFPs but I ruled that out). I do immoral things, but I think these things are immoral and I feel guilt for them. I follow laws, but I don’t think laws are inherently moral and every once in a while you’ll come across a law that shouldn’t be followed because it infringes upon natural rights.

- Again, with reflecting on the past a lot of ENTPs don’t think their past is a concrete thing. And I logically agree with that. So many of our memories are made up and distorted, some people even steal other people’s memories and adopt them as their own. But I think of my past as a part of me all the same and I recognize that I’ve gathered as close to an objective understanding of it that I can.

- I think I naturally act like an INTP without any intense external stimuli. Which is to say, I’m an INTP and appear like one unless I feel like looking like an extrovert will aid me somehow.

- Every time I say I’m an extrovert to anyone they’re like “no, you’re definitely an introvert”. This was another red flag. I don’t put much value in other people’s perspectives of me typically but figuring out where I get energy from has been a long process. It turns out, I don’t get lasting energy from people or from being alone. I do get short-term energy from having really good conversations with people and I like to be near people but not necessarily speaking to them all the time (I’d rather fall asleep on them most of the time). They drain me out so fast too. My family was just in town for a few weeks and it will take me a few weeks to cope. Most of my energy comes from dance. It might not make sense to most people, but it’s true.

- And then I learned that some people think being an extrovert means you’re focused on external stimuli. Well, this certainly isn’t true for me. I think so much in my head that one day I decided to focus more on the outside world because it was just too much for me to handle emotionally.

- I socialize like an introvert. Even in a crowd of people, I find one person to pay attention to and they get all of my attention.

- I’m slow to decide if someone is friend material. You may think we’ve been friends for five years and I’ll be like “dude, I know one thing about you and I don’t trust you”.

- I used to be very oblivious to social cues but then I researched them and practiced them so now I’m pretty good at them.

- Si wise, if you say an adjective I can remember my associations with it very easy. This makes reading horror novels a gruesome experience. I’m a pretty nostalgic person sometimes. I’m not too sure about this one but I think it’ll be the deciding factor in whether or not I’m an INTP.

- INTPs – > small pictures within a bigger picture. When I start learning about a subject, I find a nuanced part of it very quickly. Mass incarceration for example. When I started researching about it, I became very focused on teenage drug abuse among impoverished groups in the Northeast and case studies of police planting drugs on teens to arrest them.

- I will waste 12 hrs. fixing my typos in a script. I wrote a 40 pg. script in about 8 and the rest of the day was just making sure that every word was the perfect one to use.

- One of the videos I watched said that INTPs like to intellectually support others and bring them up to their standards. This is very true for me. I’m always the friend that people ask to explain a concept to. I don’t mind taking the time to explain anything that I know about. I just want you to learn so that you can go on to have a great conversation later in life.

- When I meet other ENTPs I don’t really see myself in them a whole lot. I do relate to their need for mental stimulation. But the INTP I know and I have been told we have the same personality on more than one occasion.

- I have 3 friend groups, so technically I have a lot of friends, but I really only hang out and talk to 2 of my friends regularly. I have go-tos for my rants.

- My friend just called me and my response was “hello, why did you make me charge my phone for this when I could have texted you on my laptop instead” . I do like talking on the phone, but the act of calling someone and having to think of things to say makes me nervous.

- I have three main intellectual focuses. Human rights, zoology, and cinema. Outside of those, I usually feel like I don’t know what to say until I take a hot second to learn everything about that subject ever written.

- I do have a kind of dark sense of humor but it’s delivered in a light-hearted way. And really dark stuff makes me super uncomfortable. I also don’t show this dark humor to anyone but close friends.

- When talking about poverty or other social issues I do use my own experience (INTP) on the subject rather than using universal hypotheticals (someone thought this was more of an ENTP thing)

- Don’t like being touched/cuddled that much but do like cuddling other people and taking care of them.

- I think my friends Jake and Sebastian are ENTPs, in which case, we click really well and I’m one of the few people who don’t get mad at them. But I will call them out for being offensive. And a very notable difference between us is that Jake will challenge everything anyone has ever said ever. I will only challenge it, once again, if I disagree with your foundation of logic.

- When I’m around over three people I don’t really know what’s happening aside from the people I’ve focused on.

- I think in my head so much that it tires me out to exhaustion. I remember one day deciding that I wasn’t going to think to myself so much and instead focus on external things because I was just tired of contemplating things without having concrete information to make a definite answer.

- I feel alone in large groups and like to latch on to one close friend.

- I feel like I can “adopt on” other people’s personalities but it’s not really true. I’m always myself I’m just sometimes more talkative.

All that being said, I don’t think I’m a stereotypical INTP if I even am one. I think I probably am more emotionally developed than a lot of rational types and I’m learning how to be there for people and just be empathetic. People are constant works in progress and I consider myself a constant work in progress.

I’m externally very dynamic (or at least appear to be) and open to my opinions being challenged, but I’m also very stubborn and static unless I arrive to those logical conclusions too.

I really thought when I started saying I was an ENTP that my INTP tendencies were just the depressed version of me. But I’m not currently depressed and sometimes the evidence becomes too big to ignore. But I wouldn’t mind hearing other opinions since I’ve only been into MBTI for a month and recognize that there are other, more experienced people out there.

- It’s 12:29 AM I have been working on this post for 2 hrs. so I’m definitely an NT.

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There’s not a whole lot of information out there distinguishing between ENTPs and INTPs without relying on stereotypes. But I have seen a lot of what is out there and I will personally be typing myself as an INTP for now.

I really have never wanted to be an introvert, and maybe I’m not one, but I think I’ve been too biased against it to act objectively.

@confusedinfj I’ve taken this off of private mode so you can take a gander.

#intp #entp #entp vs intp #mbti

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The aerospace market – Advanced Textiles Source

As NASA units a course for Mars and a return to the moon, and personal corporations interact in a new area race, textile corporations discover alternatives for high-performance fabrics and merchandise.

by Amy Goetzman

When does a single lemon value $2,000? When it’s in area. NASA stories that it prices about $10,000 in gasoline to launch one pound of payload into area—whether or not that payload is individuals, gear or supplies. Meaning the lemons astronaut Scott Kelly famously juggled on the Worldwide Area Station during his 2015−16 yr in area have been valued at about $2,000 each. Approaching it that method, it’s straightforward to see why supremely lightweight and powerful textiles play a important position in aerospace actions.

A vary of entities make the most of material technologies of their aerospace gear, including NASA, army organizations, airline and aerospace corporations, universities and research establishments, climate and science packages, and Google and datacom corporations. And the growing personal area exploration business, spurred by initiatives together with Elon Musk’s Area X, Jeff Bezos’s Blue Origin and Richard Branson’s Virgin Galactic, guarantees to create space journey accessible to (well-heeled) people who aren’t educated as astronauts. The area financial system is right here, with opportunities for corporations in the specialty materials business that can meet the necessities of utmost environments beyond the clouds.

NASA astronaut Robert Behnken installs ammonia line Multi-Layer Insulation (MLI) blankets, manufactured by Aerospace Fabrication & Supplies, on the Worldwide Area Station during a maintenance and development extravehicular activity session. Photograph: NASA.

Out-of-this-world materials

The people who make area fabrics noticed this coming. Composite Materials of America (CFA), Taylorsville, N.C., a subsidiary of the century-old weaving company Schneider Mills, has seen steadily growing demand for its carbon fiber textiles, notably Textral, a multidimensional carbon fiber weave. The company also produces custom materials and tapes using carbon, aramid, basalt, Innegra, fiberglass and polyethylene fibers, obtainable in unidirectional, bidirectional and hybrid weaves. CFA is certified to AS9100 Rev D., the worldwide management system normal for the Aircraft, Area and Defense (AS&D) business, as well as ISO9001.

“Carbon fiber is very strong and durable. It starts as a textile, but when it’s encapsulated in a resin and cured, it holds a shape, yet it is very lightweight. That makes it an excellent solution for aerospace use,” says David Shippee, CFA government director of sales. “We have perfected how to weave fibers to create high-tech fabrics, which perform well for our space customers. We can produce fabrics that have structural integrity, resist temperature changes, are strong and durable—basically, they are lighter, stronger, better. They save on fuel and deliver very high performance.”

The firm works intently with clients to develop textiles that go well with their design and performance necessities. While CFA’s merchandise have been perfected for use in area, many specialty Earth-bound corporations discover these high-performance supplies work nicely on the bottom.

“Some customers require technical fabrics for applications such as boats, extended solar arrays, barrier systems, vehicles, aircraft seat frames or sporting equipment,” says Shippee, noting that many luxurious and racing cars are integrating carbon fiber material into their designs. On Earth, carbon offers the same gasoline financial savings and durability it demonstrates in area.

“In many applications, if it’s made from plastic, it can be made better with carbon fiber fabrics,” he says.

Go well with up and wrap up

The fabrics produced by CFA and other specialty material suppliers that innovate for area find yourself in a variety of products. But perhaps none are as exciting as area suits. David Clark Co., based mostly in Worcester, Mass., is a pioneer within the subject, partnering with the Mayo Clinic in the 1940s to develop anti-G fits to protect Allied pilots from blacking out throughout high-G maneuvers.

“Some of David Clark’s early prototypes leveraged his ‘straightaway garment,’ which was essentially the Spanx® of the day,” says Shane Jacobs, softgoods design supervisor, Aerospace Life Help Methods, David Clark Co. Publish-war, the corporate continued to refine its go well with designs for rocket aircraft check pilots. As the area race ignited, this experience turned to multilayer full-pressure go well with development.

“We’ve been involved in every human space and high-altitude program since Gemini, including the Apollo Block 1 suits, the space shuttle program suits and the suits in development now for the Boeing CST-100 Starliner [Boeing’s next-generation space capsule that will take people to and from low-Earth orbit],” Jacobs says.

“Every suit we design is a little different. Requirements vary for suborbital versus orbital missions; the user might be suited for the duration of the flight or just for the launch. Some suits are lightweight and minimal complexity, such as the suit designed for the Starliner. Others are for longer duration missions to deep space, such as the suits for NASA’s Orion spacecraft. Those integrate complex systems, such as a feeding port, waste management and liquid cooling system. A consistent focus is always to design each suit to be low bulk, highly mobile and comfortable.”

Sample designers and engineers check go well with elements by way of CAD modeling and prototyping before manufacturing, Jacobs says. Suits are tested in quite a lot of environments, including underwater to simulate microgravity.

“Inside the suit, you are essentially in your own personal spacecraft,” he says. “It needs to be airtight yet selectively permeable to allow water vapor to escape. Other requirements are fire retardancy and high strength. We use low-elongation fabrics that will hold their shape while allowing people to move. You have to design the suit from the inside and understand what the user is feeling. If the suit isn’t optimally sized or is designed improperly, it can be pretty painful when it is pressurized.”

Naturally, he’s tried one on, although Jacobs hasn’t yet gone into orbit himself. However he says the company has an in depth eye on efforts to get shoppers into area, and he hopes to someday be a part of them. Within the meantime, the applied sciences the company has innovated for area are discovering a task in purposes on Earth, akin to Reebok’s Floatride Run Fast footwear, which advanced from an area boot design the corporate developed.

Much less glamorous than area suits, but no much less important are Multi-Layer Insulation (MLI) Blankets, similar to those designed by Aerospace Fabrication & Supplies LLC, Farmington, Minn. Comprised of a thin plastic film materials simply zero.00025 to zero.00033 inches (6 to 8 microns) thick and low conducting material spacers, these engineered thermal management blankets are used to insulate essential gear within the Area Shuttle Orbiter, the Worldwide Area Station, geospatial satellites, datacom satellites and cryogenic purposes.

“Think about it the way you’d look at insulation for your house; these blankets serve as a passive thermal control device for spacecraft,” says Brent Anderson, owner of Aerospace Fabrication. “They help protect and maintain instruments at room temperature inside.” In line with the essential have to maintain weight down in aerospace products, the blankets function an alternating layer development. “They are extremely lightweight. The internal layers are a loose-weave, almost bridal veil type fabric and metalized plastic film. Even though we use up to 20 layers, it only weighs a couple of ounces per square foot. On the outside, the material is coated with metals. That shiny surface reflects incoming thermal radiation off the surface.”

Anderson’s firm is all the time on the lookout for new materials or mixtures of fibers, he says. Along with weight, low conductivity and optical properties, the textiles used in these purposes must endure the tough surroundings of area. “We end up going out often to talk with the fabric industry to see what is new,” Anderson says. “For instance, 3D weaving is really taking off. We are watching that to see how we might incorporate it into our products.”

Whilst area purposes improve, the company faces a challenge that many producers in the aerospace market experience: relatively small demand. To keep a gentle backside line, the corporate additionally produces technical tapes and printed circuits and cables for the electronics business. “We want specialized materials that do extraordinary things, but we don’t tend to buy a lot of any one thing, so the price goes up for us,” Anderson says. “It doesn’t tend to be something most suppliers want to support, because the business ebbs and flows so much. Even as the need for space textiles increases, it’s still a small market compared to others.”

Raven Aerostar is the only provider to the NASA Balloon Program Office, offering both Zero Strain and Super Strain Balloons (SPB) for scientific missions. This flight’s objective was to check and validate the SPB know-how with the objective of long-duration flight (100+ days) at mid-latitudes. Photograph: NASA.

Nearer to house

Not all aerospace textiles make it to outer area. The stratosphere, the second layer of the Earth’s environment within the zone above the clouds, is turning into increasingly crowded with specialty high-tech balloons and airships. Textile-based purposes are perfect for this zone, which is characterized by thin air, limited weather events, exposure to the ozone layer and high levels of ultraviolet radiation from the solar. Raven Aerostar, Sioux Falls, S.D., has been innovating high-altitude textiles and stratospheric balloons because the 1950s.

“These are products that will fly two to five times as high as airplanes, so we need to make sure they meet extremely high quality standards,” says Joe Beck, Raven Aerostar plant manager and program manager. “The materials and the construction must be very robust to endure the external conditions, which can range in temperature from -50°C to -90°C [-60°F to -130°F]. These are typically filled with helium, so impermeability is a critical factor as well.”

Composed of “lighter-than-air” engineered polymer-based movies, Raven Aerostar’s stratospheric balloons look as delicate as a butterfly, but they will carry payloads up to 4 tons, acquire info used in scientific analysis, carry out army surveillance and help in GPS, radar and remote communications endeavors. As a division of Raven Industries, Raven Aerostar works intently with Raven Engineered Films, the division that develops the specialty polymer film and sheeting used in these purposes.

“We have our material design expertise right next door, so it’s easy to develop new materials for specific customer needs,” Beck says. “Our goal is always thinner, lighter and stronger.”

The rising area financial system may even create demand for textile merchandise that never depart Earth. Take the work of SLO Sail and Canvas of San Luis Obispo, Calif. The company focuses on marine fabrication, but army and aerospace organizations—together with Area X, California Polytechnic State University, the Nixus Challenge Glider and drone operators—have taken advantage of its design and fabrication know-how.

Applying its experience in versatile yet taut marine merchandise, the company has taken on tasks resembling crash nets for drones and specialty tarps which are put in around missiles and rockets on the launch pad or during development, says Karl Deardorff, SLO proprietor. The tarps are constructed from anti-static material, a essential requirement in an surroundings where a rocket booster is perhaps sitting on 100,000 kilos of rocket gasoline. Some jobs may want particular qualities, similar to polyester, carbon or conductive threads.

“The point is to protect people and equipment from FOD—foreign object debris,” Deardorff says. “A rocket that’s 230 feet high can have six to eight levels of scaffolding, and if something falls, that’s a problem. An anti-FOD tarp may only be 6 to 9 inches wide, but that is enough to avert damage or loss.”

Between NASA’s brief and long-range objectives, a new area race between deep-pocketed personal corporations, and some great benefits of high-tech textiles in area exploration, the aerospace market presents great potential for specialty material suppliers, designers and producers that wish to make their mark in excessive purposes.

“This is a growing area with lots of opportunity,” Deardorff says. “There is a lot of work for us all. We enjoy working closely with our customers on these unique projects, and we enjoy the excitement of designing for an industry with such big ambitions.”

Amy Goetzman is a freelance author based mostly in Maplewood, Minn.

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