#plan success

[yuesya]

It happens in an instant.

One moment, Gojo Shiki is easily fending off the tall ice statues, and in the next, she falls.

No!

Kamado Tanjiro immediately grips his sword, and turns. But it’s no use. A long bolt of the brilliant pink brocade from the Obi Demon slams down in front of him, blocking off his path and tearing through the rooftop at the same time, destabilizing his footsteps.

He’s too far. Too far away to make it–

Gojo-san can’t die.

She can’t die. Gojo-san is the only demon slayer who’s killed an Upper Moon. She can’t die here, not like this–!

Tanjiro inhales deeply, forcing himself to focus. Use his father’s Hinokami Kagura for explosive strength, and the Breath of Water for restoration; both breathing styles in tandem with each other, just as he’d done to save Hinatsuru-san earlier.

He is not too far and he can make it. Please, please work–!

Tanjiro leaps. His sword cleaves through a snakelike tendril of pink cloth that blocks his way, heedless of any obstructions.

Midway through his leap, arched over the cloud of glittering frost that Gojo-san is fighting in, Tanjiro sees it.

The Ice Demon, Upper Moon Two, standing right in front of her.

Tanjiro’s blood runs cold, and it has nothing to do with the ice crystallizing in the air around him.

… Even so, he doesn’t give up. Tanjiro clenches his fingers around the hilt of his sword, gripping it with all his strength as he roars and brings it down with all his strength upon the demon that’s standing there carelessly with its back to him–

–and there is a sharp, shattering sound, as his blade cleaves into a lotus-shaped block of ice that suddenly materializes out of nowhere in front of him.

“My, my, how hasty” The tall demon turns towards him with a small frown. “It’s rude to interrupt a meal, don’t you know? I’ve been looking forward to this for a while.”

Upper Moon Two. The chilling characters are etched clearly into the demon’s eyes, and unmistakable identifier of its status and strength.

And Tanjiro can feel the way that the air almost seems to solidify around him, sharp and freezing and utterly choking when the demon snaps its fan shut and points it directly towards him.

“You–”

Whatever the demon is about to say is instantly cut off and will remain a mystery forevermore; its head suddenly falls off from its neck with a spray of blood. There’s a small expression of slight shock on its face –an expression that Tanjiro almost feels is mirrored on his own face, too, in this moment.

With a small gulp, Tanjiro lifts his gaze to look behind the demon. Gojo-san stands there impassively, with a bloodstained sword in her hand that’s dripping long crimson rivulets onto the ground as she proceeds to carve the rest of the demon’s body into pieces.

Outwardly, she doesn’t look to be injured too badly, but… there is still blood trickling down from her mouth, and she had literally coughed up blood earlier. Internal injuries? Oh, that wasn’t good.

“A-are you alright, Gojo-san?”

The girl does not respond. Instead, she silently wipes away a stark trail of blood from her lips, and tilts her head to glance backwards over her shoulder –directly towards where the fighting has ceased for a brief moment, where Upper Moon Six is staring with disbelief at the death of the higher-ranked demon.

“Next,” she says softly.

[a-method-in-it]

You know that Chris Fleming line that goes "Call yourself a community organizer even though you're not on speaking terms with your roommates"?

I honestly think every leftist who talks about the "revolution" like Christians talk about the rapture needs to spend a year trying to organize their workplace. Anyone who sincerely talks about building a movement so vast and all-encompassing that it overwhelms all existing power structures needs the dose of humility that comes with realizing they can't even build a movement to get people paid better at a badly run AMC Theaters where everyone already hates the manager.

[spookyspeks]

Pretty Jon rights

Speedpaint:

Please check out the speedpaint! It also has an announcement, as my channel is pretty dead these days but I'm planning on doing more with it, so I'd really appreciate some traction!

[hajihiko]

[fortuneaday]

[demigods-posts]

luke fumbling in recruiting percy has to be one of his greatest failures. a beautiful thing the show does regarding luke and percy's relationship is building rapport between them through shared moments like settling into camp, eating meals together, but especially through swordfighting lessons. the swordfighting scene at the beginning of episode 8 not only reveals that percy and luke already share similar beliefs about the fear-based system the gods have cultivated, but it's clear the conversation stays with percy when he fights ares and later calls out zeus on his waning skills as a father and a king. however, luke's plan fell through the moment percy learned that the winged-shoes were meant to drag him to tartarus. not only that, but the shoes nearly killed grover, a friend percy cared for deeply. if nourishing loyalty and trust was the key to ensuring a partnership with percy, then it was luke's faulty planning, arrogance, and impatience that cost him the greatest ally he could ask for.

[theambitiouswoman]

Basic Financial Rules To Live By 💰✨

Create a plan that shows how much money you get and how much you spend. This helps you see where your money goes.

Set aside a part of your money as savings. Try to save at least 10-20% of what you earn.

Be careful with borrowing money, especially if you have to pay back a lot of extra money (interest).

Save some money for unexpected things like medical bills or losing your job. Aim to have enough to cover your living costs for a few months.

Put your saved money into different things that can make it grow, like stocks or real estate. Be patient, as it takes time.

Don't spend more money than you make. Stick to buying what you really need, not just what you want.

Decide what you want to do with your money, both in the short term (like a vacation) and long term (like retirement).

Set up automatic transfers to your savings and bills so you don't forget to save or pay your bills on time.

Make saving money a top priority before spending on other things.

Regularly look at your money situation, adjust your plan as needed, and see how your investments are doing.

Pay your bills on time and use credit wisely (like credit cards) to keep a good credit score, which can help you get better deals on loans.

Save money for when you're older and don't work anymore. Use retirement accounts to help with this.

Think before you buy things. Don't buy something just because you want it; think if it's necessary.

Keep learning about how money works and how to make smart money choices.

Only use your emergency fund for real unexpected problems, not for things you just want to buy.

[cubbihue]

so pixies regularly try to take over fairyworld is timmy on the pixie side?

At first, Timmy was adamantly against the Pixies. He'd tell Jorgen every time he got a notice of their plans to take over Fairyworld, and work to stop it! But it gets a bit harder to resist against your own court the longer you hang out with them.

In the present time, Timmy schedules to be out of FairyWorld during their takeovers. He doesn't try to stop them, but also refuses to be anywhere near when it happens.

He... doesn't like how he's slowly starting to cheer for them. Or how their arguments are becoming more convincing. Or how he's struggling to recall why he was so against them to begin with.

There will come a point where he becomes an active participant. Timmy worries that it's coming sooner than he'd like.

Bitties Series: [Start] > [Previous] > [Next]

[clowndensation]

things that are gay according to logan roy: vehicular manslaughter, having happy (made up) childhood memories of your dad, telling your wife you love her

[almondcroissantsandink]

*Brady Bunches your BBC Ghosts*

[blizardstar]

Me when Ashton Greymoore is denied honorable and meaningful self-sacrifice, and now must face the reality that they MUST keep living after it’s All Over

[nelkcats]

Garage Sale

Well, when the Fentons decided to have a garage sale Danny didn't expect many to be interested. His parents were looking for a way to get money quickly to build more stuff, and he jokingly suggested they could sell some inventions, they took it seriously (Jazz made sure to remove all the lethal inventions, she tried with the ones that might be risky but then they wouldn't sell anything).

Danny knew his parents were strange yes, but he wasn't sure that justified millionaires in his backyard. Millionaires, he'd like to clarify, had never set foot in Amity Park before. He raised an eyebrow at the sight of Bruce Wayne and his sons checking out the appliances. None of them seemed to be interested in the "ghosts" but they hadn't backed down from taking some things either.

So yes, Danny was suspicious. Of course he had made sure the inventions in the sale were safe (although unlike Jazz, he simply decided to make them safe, a few modifications here and there), but the fact that they looked genuinely interested made him uneasy.

Were the Waynes interested in hunting ghosts?

He decided to try something, he crossed eyes with one of them and let his green eyes show before looking away, the boy looked alarmed. He approached him and asked, but Danny feigned ignorance, commenting that all the inventions were green and maybe he had been confused by the reflection (to be fair, most of his parents' inventions were green because of the ecto).

For his part, Bruce had received an alert from Justice League Dark, it seemed they had detected a strange energy, similar to magic, so the bats set out to investigate. They didn't expect to find a garage sale in a house in the middle of nowhere (Amity Park wasn't even marked on the fucking map). Nor did they expect advanced technology or mad scientists.

Bruce decided to pretend he had stumbled into town as "Brucie Wayne" and buy a few things. He shuddered to see that many inventions worked with Lazarus water. Jason, who had strangely agreed to come along, was also upset about the son of the scientists.

Bruce questioned whether he had found a family of villains in the making.

[a-kind-of-merry-war]

Just a little thing (1.4k) about Hans's wedding, which features some unexpected guests. Well... sort-of unexpected. Happy ending!

Some of you may recognise this trope from something else I've written ⭐

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The sun is radiantly pinned to the sky. Dashing, dancing birds pirouette through the expanse, tweeting merrily. It’s a fine day for a wedding. 

Hans turns away from the window and back into the darkness of the chamber.  It’s near-empty, save for Hanush and Radzig talking in a corner. As he approaches, Hanush turns to him.

“Where is Henry?” he asks. Clearly, they’ve been discussing his absence.

“I have no idea,” Hans says truthfully.

“He isn't in attendance?” says Radzig. “Unlike him not to be with you.”

Hans makes a non-committal noise. “We had a falling out,” he says. “He left.”

Hanush and Radzig share a look, which Hans ignores. Let them presume whatever they want. It hardly matters now.

“Shall we?”

They make their way down to the great hall below, where Jitka and her rather expansive family are waiting. She smiles sweetly at him, and together - their families behind - they make their way to the church. The walk takes less time than Hans is expecting. He can feel his heart beating anxiously in his wrists. 

They’re met beneath the doorway by Father Godwin. He’s staring out across the fields towards the woods, looking distracted.

“Father Godwin.”

He snaps his gaze around. 

“Lord Capon,” he bows towards Hans and his would-be bride. “You’re earlier than I had expected.”

Hans gives him a little shrug. What can either of them do about that, he thinks.

It takes a little while for the crowd to finally settle - another blessing, Hans thinks, the time between now and then stretching as long as it can. And then they can wait no longer. 

From the woods comes the gentle sound of a calling dove. Hans takes his bride's hands. It is time.

Godwin begins to speak. Hans isn’t listening to a world the old man is saying, just blithely nodding along, waiting. Waiting for it to be over, so he can breathe.

Jitka gives him a comforting little smile. He tries his best to return it.

The screech of a hunting horn cuts through Godwin's sermon like a blade. Every head turns to find the source of the noise as out from the trees, in a cacophony of yelling and roaring hoofbeats, bursts half a dozen men on horseback, armed to the teeth and wearing heavy, distinctive Praguer armour.

“Get him!”

Chaos ensues. The wedding guests - many of whom are elderly, or women, or even children - panic and trample over each other in their haste to escape. Jitka leaps away from Hans towards her father and Uncle, who both step protectively in front of her. Those trained in combat amongst their numbers are almost as poorly prepared, dressed in their wedding finery instead of plate. All save Hans are armed - the display of status required at such an event - but none seem keen to pit silk against steel.

“He killed my son!”

The Praguers charge forwards in a well-practiced assault. Hanush leaps back, wildly and uselessly swinging his sword. The guards present for the event burst into action, but a handful of men on foot are nothing compared to the heavily armoured gang on horseback. 

“Stand down,” one of them growls at Hanush. “We’ve no fight with you, Sir.”

He points his sword directly at Hans. His skin goes cold. 

“We want him,” he growls. “He killed my son. We demand retribution.”

Hanush snaps into action. “Sir,” he says, “you cannot blame him for an act he took during war, surely there is—”

“Shut your fucking mouth,” the man sneers, “or I’ll shut it for you. You—” he gestures at another rider - imposing and strong on a huge horse, dressed head to toe in heavy armour, a bascinet helm obscuring his face— “get him.”

It all happens in an instant. The rider spurs forwards. Jitka screams, leaping into her father's arms as he thunders past. He skids at Hans's feet, reaches down with a plated arm, and grabs Hans by the back of his gambeson and heaves him onto the horse. 

“Put me down, you bastard!”

The man does not listen, kicking the horse into a gallop towards the woods. He's got one hand balled tight in Hans’s hood: even if Hans managed to slip off the horse, he'd strangle himself in the process.

He hears the other riders give chase, and behind them, the sound of Hanush shouting.

“Get after them, you fools!”

Even Hans knows that's not an order easily followed. None of the attending guards are on horseback, and the stables are at the other end of the town. By the time they can mount a response his kidnappers will be long gone.

He focuses his attention on not falling off the fucking horse as they gallop through the trees. The sound of the town and the shouting fades, then vanishes. The only noise is the rhythm of hoofbeats, the clank of the rider’s armour, and the heavy sound of his breathing.

They’re deep into the woods by the time the man pulls his horse to a halt and lets Hans go. He slides off, shakey feet hitting solid ground. For a moment he thinks he's going to fall, his legs turned soft, but the rider thumps down beside him and grabs him, keeping him upright.

Hans turns. At last, his kidnapper removes his helmet.

Henry wipes the sweat from his face. His cheeks are red.

Hans doesn't wait. He tugs Henry into a frantic kiss.

“That,” he says, when he finally releases him, “was fucking brilliant.”

Henry grins. “Anything for my Lord.”

“The others…?”

“Behind,” Henry says. “Everyone went different directions. They’ll be searching for hours.”

“Once they find fucking horses,” Hans laughs. “Speaking of?”

Henry smiles, softly. “This way.”

They pick their way through the trees into a little clearing. A horse tied to a tree looks up as they approach, brown ears twitching. Henry wastes no time digging out a sack from beneath a bush and pulling out its contents: clothes, armour, another helm. He tosses them one at a time to Hans.

“Here,” he says. “But quick. God knows how much time we have.”

Hans doesn’t wait. He hastily strips off his wedding finery, throwing it back to Henry to stuff it back into the sack.

“How did it go?” Henry asks. Hans can feel his eyes on him, watching him strip. If only they had a little more time.

“Good,” he says, cheerily. “Godwin said he'll wait to see what they intend to do and then head to the Den in a few days.”

“Did anyone seem suspicious?”

“Not at all. Went off as planned, as far as I can tell.”

“Did anyone ask where I was?”

“Hanush and Radzig did,” Hans says. “Sounded like they'd been discussing it themselves. I told them we'd had an argument and you'd left, like we said.”

“Good.” Henry ties the sack of Hans’s things to the horse’s saddle. “Christ… I hope they don’t ask too many questions.”

“You’re a good liar,” Hans grins. “You’ll think of something. What’s your plan?”

Henry shrugs. “I’ll wait for word to spread that you’ve been taken,” he says, “then ride back and tell them I’ll find you myself.”

“They’ll believe that, at least,” says Hans. “You’re always getting me out of trouble.” 

He pulls the helmet on and unties the horse. He’s about to mount up, when Henry stops him, placing a heavy hand to his shoulder.

“Hans.” 

His face is serious. Hans hesitates.

“What—”

“Are you sure about this?”

Hans blinks. He’s never been more sure of anything in his life. “Of course I am.”

“If we— if I go through with this, you’ll be dead. No more money and riches and comfort. You’ll be a ghost.”

He looks so damn worried. That’s Henry: always worrying about him. And Hans can understand that, to an extent. He’s throwing away a life that most people - would crave. Luxury. Protection. But he’s seen that life. Seen it at its sharpest edge.

He lets go of the horse’s saddle and turns properly to face his saviour. Even dressed in the garb of the enemy, Henry radiates a sense of safety. Hans cannot resist now, damn how quickly they need to leave. He wraps his arms around Henry’s waist and kisses him, long and slow. He feels like home.

“I’ll be dead,” he whispers against Henry’s lips, “But Hal, I’ll be free.”

He gives him one last kiss - a fluttering promise of more to come - then swiftly turns and swings up onto the horse.

“Come on,” he peers down at his lover, his liberator, his Henry, then slams the visor of his helmet shut.  “Let’s go kill Lord Capon.”

[bobobazarra]

[theambitiouswoman]

Wealth Building: Money Topics You Should Learn About If You Want To Make More Money

Budgeting: This means keeping track of how much money you have and how you spend it. It helps you save money and plan for your needs.

Investing: This is like putting your money to work so it can grow over time. It's like planting seeds to grow a money tree.

Saving: Saving is when you put some money aside for later. It's like keeping some of your treats for another day.

Debt Management: This is about handling money you owe to others, like loans or credit cards. You want to pay it back without owing too much.

Credit Scores: Think of this like a report card for your money habits. It helps others decide if they can trust you with money.

Taxation: Taxes are like a fee you pay to the government. You need to understand how they work and how to pay them correctly.

Retirement Planning: This is making sure you have enough money to live comfortably when you're older and no longer working.

Estate Planning: This is like making a plan for your stuff and money after you're no longer here.

Insurance: It's like paying for protection. You give some money to an insurance company, and they help you if something bad happens.

Investment Options: These are different ways to make your money grow, like buying parts of companies or putting money in a savings account.

Financial Markets: These are places where people buy and sell things like stocks and bonds. It can affect your investments.

Risk Management: This is about being careful with your money and making smart choices to avoid losing it.

Passive Income: This is money you get without having to work for it, like rent from a property you own.

Entrepreneurship: It's like starting your own business. You create something and try to make money from it.

Behavioral Finance: This is about understanding how your feelings and thoughts can affect how you use money. You want to make good choices even when you feel worried or excited.

Financial Goals: These are like wishes for your money. You need a plan to make them come true.

Financial Tools and Apps: These are like helpers on your phone or computer that can make it easier to manage your money.

Real Estate: This is about buying and owning property, like a house or land, to make money.

Asset Protection: It's about keeping your money safe from problems or people who want to take it.

Philanthropy: This means giving money to help others, like donating to charities or causes you care about.

Compounding Interest: This is like a money snowball. When you save or invest your money, it can grow over time. As it grows, you earn even more money on the money you already earned.

Credit Cards: When you borrow money or use a credit card to buy things, you need to show you can pay it back on time. This helps you build a good reputation with money. The better your reputation, the easier it is to borrow more money when you need it.

Alternate Currencies: These are like different kinds of money that aren't like the coins and bills you're used to like Crypto. It's digital money that's not controlled by a government. Some people use it for online shopping, and others think of it as a way to invest, like buying special tokens for a game.

[pwettybbybunny]

Cw: Eggs, gn! User so mpreg if you are a guy, very self indulgant

The life as a family head can become quite frustrating, especially having to work in a high stress environment everyday, countless responsibilities weighing down on his shoulders and his own 'family' to take care of, while keeping up with the appearances and his reputation . It's used be a frustrating routine, but now Sunday had his salvation, his beloved, you.

Now everyday was exciting, as after long hours work, instead of going back to an empty cold house, he gets to be in your arms. His once empty and soulless abode, now filled with clitters of decor, and having a personality, making the mansion feel like a real home.

And recently, his staff has started noticing the way he had started to impatiently tap his feet whenever he had to stay even 1 minute overtime, or how on every break he would always on a call talking in a loving concerned voice.

Everyday Sunday rush back home, hurriedly changing his clothes, and getting himself cleaned up before entering in your shared bedroom with a big smile on the sight he was daily greeted with.

Leaning on the doorframe, just staring at the bed and just how much he cherishes to be able to see his mate, all curled up bed, arms wrapped around a big gold tinted egg, napping, nesting.

For him it's the cutest sight, sneaking in few pics of you and your egg ever so often, his little treasure.

You are the light of his world, and he likes to show his affection by actress of services, taking care of you and letting you take break from taking care of the egg, whenever he's home. Love giving you massages, knowing how much it helps your strained body and holding you in his lap while you hold the egg.

And he never forget the day he woke up, at the tiny cracking noises, being a light sleeper he was first to wake up, his calm demeanor nowhere to be found, as he hurriedly woke you up, his voice loud in excitement.

You were just half awake, when suddenly there was your egg in your arms, and a tiny feet peeking out.

.

.

.

"Oh my god! The baby is coming out!!" You yelled in panic and suprise, shocked at how fast things were going, one second you were in dreamland and next you were suprised by a baby in your arms, kicking the shell of their egg, whine making the cutest noises, as your lover hold you from behind, supporting you.

It might all be too sudden but, everything was just fine. Just perfect. Just a dream of the new born Aeon....