#then try it! don't let perfect be the enemy of good! your efforts won't be incomplete or wasted! i believe in you!

[anistarrose]

People who don't have the energy to ID every image you reblog, but make sure to describe all your original posts, we're lining up so I can give all of you a big high-five. People who don't know how to describe every image you reblog, but describe lots and lots of specific types of posts like screenshotted tweets or animal images, I am sending you all some little treats.

People who check the notes for IDs, I notice you and I appreciate you so much. People who edit the ID into your posts when someone in the notes provides one, I see you, and you're a constant encouragement to me. We will all do what we can to make a more accessible world together.

[fitspot]

How to take action consistently and loose weight.

If you want to lose weight consistently, you have to consistent action. Extraordinary results require extraordinary effort. Talking and planning aren't enough to make progress with most tasks. This will include losing weight. Don't spend your time dreaming or planning about how you would lose weight after the holidays or next year. Today is as good a time as any to start losing weight, provided you start taking action.

If you have the best ideas, but don't take action, it will be a waste of time and mental energy. It's important to spend the majority of your time actually doing something that will help you achieve your desired results. Consistent action is the key. You can't lose weight by exercising once a week or reducing your food portion once a month. Daily consistent action is required

The first thing you need to realize is that nothing will change until your behavior changes. Visualization and positive self-talk have their place, but they're only effective if your behavior changes. You can try to wish your way to a new Rolls Royce, or to make a million dollars by aligning your chakras with the universe, but it won't happen unless you're actually doing something different. You can't lose weight by reading about weight loss without actually taking action. You need to understand that a consistent change in your behavior is the key to real change.

The second thing you need to know the outcome you desire and make it determine your actions. It's not easy to take action if you don't know what you're attempting to accomplish. Be clear on your intention. Take the time to determine what you want to accomplish. Where do you see yourself in 5-10 years? What actions can you take today to move in that direction? What action can you take today? How much weight do you expect to lose in the next six months?

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While it is important to begin with the end in mind, you have to remember that the journey of a thousand miles begins with a step. Start by taking small steps. Do you want to jog for 60 minutes each day? Get started by jogging for five minutes each day. You won't get in shape by exercising for only five minutes, but you will develop the habit of getting out the door each day. After a week, up the time by another minute or two. Typically after about 3-6 weeks, you'll have developed an exercise habit and can begin to make a difference for you..

Don't spend too much time planning to begin taking action. Limit your planning time. Those that are slow to take action love to plan, but the best plans are worthless until they're executed. While you're trying to work out the fine details, everyone else is already taking care of business. Don't let the perfect become the enemy of the possible. One way to take action quickly is to start early. Get started early in the day. If you can accomplish something worthwhile before 9AM, you'll be motivated to do even more during the rest of the day.

Don't form the habit of putting off your actions until tomorrow. Take action today and don't try to let yourself off the hook by telling yourself that you'll get twice as much done tomorrow. This is particularly important if you want to consistently lose weight by taking daily action.

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[elvenladysakura]

~Chaar Kadam~

04

Pawn

He is like sea. Ever changing, thousand storms hidden beneath sleek waves. Vast, deep, deadly yet calm and soothing - when he wants to be. Kuwar Veer Pratap Singh is a sea, that Amrit suddenly finds herself stranded in the middle. His deceptive calmness hides a trench beneath, depth of which none has ever tested. She doesn't want to tread these waters, but the choice is between diving and drowning. Isn't that the choice of every life?

Amrit paces the length of her room. Door locked and lights dimmed. The foolishness of her actions makes her inwardly cringe, who was she fooling with this pretence of sleep when with each step her deceptively elegant chains chime.

"Chun Chun Chun" He had said. "As long as I keep hearing their ring, my worries will cease."

Chun Chun Chun

The anklets chime now, mocking her as if they were an extension of the wicked man who had them made. Those anklets could not be undone, she recalled realizing that with a sneering Veer over looking her. She'd rather cut them off her feet -

The sharp knock scatters her thought. Amrit stops just as the door rattles.

"I know you are not sleeping," Veer's voice filters through the door. He doesn't sound very pleased. Good, Amrit thinks savagely. Let him stay awake all night, listening to his favorite Chun Chun!

"Amrit!"

She has the urge to stomp her feet and irritate him further, but Amrit knows how to choose her battles. Veer has that unassuming wickedness of a naughty child, who'd do the most unexpected thing to get his way. Instead she goes and unlocks the door.

"What?" Tonight, she doesn't have the patience to entertain his tantrums. Amrit had pleaded a headache to get out of the dinner debacle, in fear that it would turn somewhat similar to the breakfast drama just that morning. She was annoyed, hungry and on the top of it bound in elaborate gold chains of the kuwar's choosing. At least she had to have the privilege to snap at someone.

Veer raised his brows, looking down at her from his impressive height.

"Dinner kar lo, humare saath," he says. "It's all been set up in the room, we are not expected down at the table with everyone."

She makes a move to walk past him which he prevents with a hand on the door frame. His eyes are burning when they return her gaze.

"Keep me waiting, next time I'll break open the door." He bites out menacing words against her ear as if they were a soft caress. Looking over his shoulder Amrit notices the servants bowing out of the room, the dinner arranged in a corner. Veer steps away as soon as they shut the door and mentally shaking her head at his antics, Amrit goes to the table set up for the two of them.

"Bina khaye sone wale logon ko, ab badi jaldi hai khane mein," Veer taunts from behind. "Stop!" He says sharply. Unwillingly, Amrit turns to look at him, wondering what new play he has thought up now? Was he going to taunt her with food next? Dangle a paratha in front of her like a carrot in front of a donkey? Veer shakes a finger at her in silent no no. With long strides he joins her at the table and pulls out the chair for her.

"Ladies wait for their accompanying gentleman to pull out their chair," he says offering her the seat with an elaborate gesture.

"Why? Woh kudh nahi kar sakthe?" She asks sarcastically.

Veer pinches the bridge of his nose before pointing an accusatory finger at her.

"Yahi yahi problem hai tum ladkiyon ki! When someone is doing a good deed, can't you just keep back and let him do it? No, you want to show your nari shakti instead!"

Amrit plops down on the chair and looks up at him expectantly.

"What is all this Kuwar sahab?"

Veer takes his own seat and looks at her pointedly.

"Training," he elaborates. "Aaj se, we will have dinner here in the room. Just you and me. I will teach you Rani ma's table etiquette to it's last t.

"Etiquette doesn't end with a t." Amrit points out. "Kiyun? Are you embarrassed on my behalf? I did tell you Kuwar sahab, I'm not the right girl for you. Shukar hai aap ko samajh aaya, dher hi sahi!"

"Pooch nahi raha hoon madam, batha raha hoon," Veer tells her as he places a plate before her and starts piling it up with food. "I don't need your opinion on it. I'm telling you how it's going to happen. You will practice during dinner - I'll see your improvement during breakfast with everyone. It may be a pretence, but you are my wife out there. My other half so to speak. I'd rather at least one half is spared of Rani ma's criticism." He shakes his head at some dark thought and serves himself. "Between you and me, I'm the disappointment - you, you are supposed to be perfect, behetareen, unparalleled - such that, Rani ma could never find one who is your better. You are my victorious move against her, my trump card."

His eyes gleam with a madness that fills her insides with a chill. Amrit realizes that she is unwillingly made a pawn in this battle between mother and son. She had no choice but to keep moving forward and the man behind her - dictating her moves - she wasn't certain if he was sane.

"Hmm," Veer says self satisfied. "Shuroo kiya jaayein."

He was a relentless teacher. Amrit wonders how Rani Sahiba thinks less of this son of hers when he was as tenacious as she was.

"So, as we eat - we'll talk about Pakistani prisoners."

Amrit's fork slips. Veer corrects her grip on it again and raps on her knuckles with the back of his spoon.

"Dyaan kahaan hai tumhara?" He admonishes and cuts her savoury roll into small pieces himself. "You can't keep watching your cutlery as if you are performing a surgery on your food. There will be conversation around which you have to participate in -"

He plucked one piece on his fork and brought it to her mouth. "Learn to multitask."

Amrit swallows the bite just to shut him up.

"What about Pakistani prisoners?" She asks.

"There's a list of those who were recommended to be released under Rani ma's campaign scheme. Want to check and see if your aashiq is among them?"

He pulls out a file from nowhere and flips it open. The smile he gives at her eagerness to reach for it is condescending.

"I've heard dogs learn tricks better when they are given reward treats - aaj dekh bhi liya."

Amrit ignored the insult in favour of checking that precious document. It was the culmination of all her efforts. She won't let a petty insult ruin it. Veer watched her in silence for a moment as she reads through the file.

"What will you do when you get him out?" He muses aloud.

"Nothing. He knows how to live his life."

Veer chuckles darkly.

"You want me to believe you won't want to go to him? That you won't run away?"

"Do you play chess Kuwar sahab?"

"Why? You want to learn that next?" He retorts.

Amrit shakes her head. Returns to her food and manages - perfectly - to take a bite from her fork.

"The first rule of any battle is to trust your enemy to do the worst and your soldier to do the best. You have placed me on your side Kywar sahab, you have no choice but to believe I will do my best. If you doubt your own soldier - your opponent will benefit."

For a moment Veer says nothing, then his face breaks into a deceptively bright smile.

"Shukar hai," he says. Shukar hai aap ko samajh aaya, dher hi sahi!" He pays back in her own words, adding his signature sarcasm to it. "You are my soldier. Don't try to be my queen." He offers her another bite. "I've learned my lesson of trusting women. You are left with nothing if you depend on them. Rani ma. Anaita. Tum. All you women know is to disappoint. Ab aur nahi - now I decide the rules of this game."

"Kuwar sahab -"

She jumps at the sound of the door opening. In comes Rani Sahiba, her face a mask of indifference. Veer looks at her annoyedly.

"I'm having serious doubts about your manners Rani Ma," he greets. "Zara dimaag mein zoor daliyein, somewhere - someone might have taught you something about not entering rooms of newly married couples without knocking?"

To his credit Rani sahiba doesn't even flinch. Amrit feels her face burning. She looks away. Rani sahiba being Veer's mother has the nerve to smile.

"You didn't come for dinner. I wanted to talk. It cannot wait." She says pleasantly.

"Kahiyein," Veer mimics her pleasantness. "I'm sure you took the trouble to come all the way up to deliver some shok bhara samachaar!"

"Since you are insisting Veer that I give your wife," she throws a dark look at Amrit. "All due respect and status of a daughter in law of this royal family...I have arranged for that one ritual you missed to force upon us." She pauses for dramatic effect. "It cannot happen that a new daughter in law has joined the family and the newly married couple as you so eloquently put do not seek blessings from our kuldevi? I have arranged a kuldevi pooja for you and bahu. You should prepare to leave tomorrow."

The chill in her smile and the way Veer had suddenly gone very still tells Amrit all she needs to know about this upcoming veneration. The woman has her son's cruel streak, for her eyes flashes with victory at the ghost like pallor in Veer's face. Amrit has the urge to reach out and take his hand - a misplaced emotion that she quickly stomps on. This is the man who made her wear those anklets. She's not going to forget that.

"Kiyun, you have a problem Veer?" Rani sahiba asks sweetly.

"Nahi." Veer's voice is little too high, little too cherry. "Of cause I have no problem." He looks at his mother, his eyes reddening, his fists clenched. "So you'll be going with us too, won't you Rani Ma? Or do you have a problem?"

"Of cause. I - I will." Her voice falters and Veer's fist tightens.

"Of cause," he says. "Of cause."

He rises from the table abruptly.

"If you could finish me off in the process I'm sure you won't think twice to poison your own food. Aap kha lijiye Amrit, humari bhook mitt gayie."

Throwing those last words as if he was spitting out the said poison, Veer left Amrit staring up at the sweet yet cruel face of a supposedly benevolent woman.

**

[that-sw-writer]

Devotion

Paring: Post RoS!Ben Solo x reader

Summary: When you lost Kylo Ren to the light, he lost you to the dark.  With the war now over, you have to decide if you can make it work, or if you’re too far gone to go back to him.

Word count: 1826

Warnings: None really, it’s fluffy angst... there are some slightly cliché lines though I will admit

You ran through the undergrowth of Ajan Kloss, wondering how far you would get this time.  It was just a game of cat and mouse, you knew that - you had no viable route off this planet, but even without a war there was nothing wrong with keeping the Resistance on their toes.

Behind you, you could sense multiple presences approaching, and the hum of speeders.  The first few times you had run they had pursued you on foot, but they had quickly learnt that speeders were the best approach.  Although they still hadn't learnt that they should keep you in a cell if they wanted you to stay put, they were definitely too righteous for their own good.

Two speeders overtook you and blocked you in, and you didn't try and fight it.  If you really wanted to escape you would.

Only minutes later you was being dragged back to the base and into the control centre, likely to be delivered to Generals Finn and Poe.  Usually they would just scold you and send you on your merry way.  But today you were met by the one person you had really been dreading seeing.

Ben Solo; fresh out of medical.

It had been two rotations since the fall of the Final Order, and of Palpatine.  You were the only remaining legacy of the Sith.

Now the man you had once known and loved as Kylo Ren was someone else, someone you didn't recognise.  As he had turned to the light, you had turned to the dark - and amongst the Sith there was no room for emotions such as love.

You ignored the way your heart skipped a beat when you laid eyes on him.  He wasn't your Kylo anymore.

"I think we should talk."  He said, and you hated that his voice sounded the same.  That may have sounded crazy, because of course his voice wouldn't change, but the soft tone he now spoke in used to be a tone that was only reserved for you when he was the hardened persona of Kylo Ren.  Now everyone heard that gentle voice.

"I have nothing to say to you."  You turned away and left the control centre.  The whole place was so abuzz that nobody had known what to do with you.  You currently weren't their priority, they were busy trying to create a whole new governing structure, they would deal with their Sith problem later.

"Wait-"  he followed you, but you didn't stop for him.  There wasn't anywhere for you to go and hide from him, but you had so much anger that he once shared with you, but now you felt as though you didn't want to drag him back down.  You were just a mere blight on his life, and he was just a reminder of the man you had lost.

Part of you resented that he had turned back to the light, but equally you thought he of all people deserved happiness.  If that was what made him happy, then you weren't in a position to argue with him, or hate him for it.

Eventually he reached out and grabbed your arm, turning you to face him.  He gaze met yours, but whereas you had once been two lovers gazing at one another, now you were like two strangers.  You saw a foreign softness in his brown eyes, whilst he was clinging onto memories of what your eyes had looked like before they had been dusted with a sharp yellow hue.

"Why are you still here?"  He asked, and that wasn't the question you expected to hear.

"Because I'm a prisoner."  You replied.

"You expect me to believe that?  If you didn't want to be here, you would have found a way to escape by now.  I know you."  He said, his tone softening at the end.

"You don't know me, not anymore.  The same way I don't know you, so why don't we just let the past die?"  There was a hint of bitterness in your tone, partially because you didn't want to let the past die.  On the contrary, you wished you could go back to how things had been long ago, when you and Kylo Ren had been conquering the galaxy side by side.

"Because I know how I felt about you... how I feel about you, and I'm not ready to let that go."  Ben spoke with emotion and conviction that you had rarely heard when he was Kylo Ren.  He had always buried his emotions, and scarcely told you aloud how he truly felt about you, both of you had always expressed your love through your actions.

"No Ky- Ben... that's not how you feel about me, that's how you used to feel about me."  You insisted, not wanting to open yourself up to the feelings that you knew you still had for him.  You were truly afraid of letting yourself feel.

"If that's what you think then I'll ask you again: why are you still here?"  He pressed, bringing you back round to the inevitable question.

"I don't know."  Your voice went quiet, this confusion and fear you felt translating as rage, which you were trying your hardest to suppress for Ben's sake.

"Yes, you do."  Despite there being plenty of people around, he tested the waters and reached out for your hand.  It flinched on instinct, but you remained still and allowed him to gently take ahold.

"I can't give you what you want, I'm not the same person you fell in love with."  Your voice was still hoarse, desperately trying not to snap at him, but every Sith instinct you now had wanted to react with anger.

"You don't know what I want."  Even the kinder, more gentle attitude of Ben Solo was now shifting more towards the frustration.  "You haven't asked me what I want."

"I'll tell you what you want Ben Solo."  You withdrew your hand from his and walked out of the control room, him following.  Only when you were outside, in a more private environment did you speak again.  "You want to be happy, and good."  Your hand now reached up to cup his cheek, "and that's what you deserve.  I can't be apart of that.  You're the hero, and I'm the villain, this isn't how it's supposed to be."

That was it, that was your closure.  At least, it was in your eyes.  You could leave him here, and escape this base... perhaps go and live the rest of your life as a bounty hunter, or find another faction in which you could make use of your skill set.  You had no interest in continuing the legacy of the Sith - they had died with Palpatine.

When you turned away, Ben moved to stand in front of you, blocking your path.

"I nearly died on Exegol, and the only thing I thought about was you.  Not Palpatine, not the Jedi, not the Sith, not even the Resistance or First Order - just you.  Hero or villain, it doesn't matter to me... I'll still love you."  It was clear in his tone, he wasn't asking you to stay, he was just baring his soul to you before you left, a final ditch effort to have you choose to stay with him.  "I do want to be happy, I'm less sure about good, but I can't be any of that without you."

This threw you entirely, you had been so certain that he deserved better, but you had never once asked yourself if he wanted better?

"I still can't stay here."  You now spoke under the assumption that perhaps you would even want to stay to some degree.  For the first time since fully embracing the dark side and rising as a Sith Lord, you felt something other than anger, hate, or fear.  It was warm, and coursed through your veins like ice, quenching the fire that had been burning through them before - it was devotion.

You had once devoted yourself to the First Order, but your true loyalty had been to Kylo Ren.  In his wake, you had devoted yourself to the Sith, who were able to prey on your vulnerability and raw power, but that had been a simple reaction to losing the man you had loved.

Now he stood before you, different, but still the same man beneath it all.  He was confessing his love for you, and you didn't know how to react anymore.  You thought all of your emotions had been numbed by the dark side, but there was still that spark of devotion in you, that spark that not even Palpatine could extinguish.

"I'm probably just as unwelcome here as you are.  Neither of us have to stay."  He then suggested.  In his eyes, turning back to the light didn't even begin to redeem him for any of the atrocities he had committed under the name of Kylo Ren.  He knew he would spend the rest of his life living with that guilt, but that didn't mean he had to live in an environment which constantly reminded him of said guilt.

"And what?  We just leave here and... live?"  You raised a sceptical eyebrow, "you can't think it would ever be that easy."  Your cynicism came from the dark side, it was still pulling you back, away from this poisonous dream that you could ever live happily and be in love with the man who should be your enemy.

"No, it won't be easy-" he paused to boldly move in and press his lips against yours in a gentle kiss.  You didn't pull away, initially you didn't know what to do other than stand there.  But it wasn't long before you felt that spark of devotion growing, crushing every single Sith instinct of hate and anger in its wake.  As you began to react and return his kiss, you realised that this was what you wanted: to be with him, Kylo or Ben, they were one in the same.

When he pulled away, you felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders, and that shroud of anger had dissipated.  When he looked at you, you saw a flash of surprise in his eyes before he spoke again, "-it never was easy for us."

"But we always made it work."  You added, your tone now softening as you remembered your days in the First Order together.

A few moments ago, Ben had been sceptical that he would ever see your true eye colour again, but he looked at you now, the yellow hue gone, and he knew he finally had you back.  He didn't need you to in the light, he just needed you by his side.

The Resistance were too preoccupied to deal with either of you, so it was the perfect time to steal a ship and go and find a new life - one you could live on your own terms for once.

[nasikepal]

Nachi's Log on Making Webcomics, part 1

People say "Write your stories! Draw your dream comic! Just start your own project!" But we all know shit is fucking hard to do.

As someone whose job deals a lot with managing projects daily, I find their train of thoughts extremely interesting. That is, the hows, the whys of people arriving to certain decision and stuff--on whether to start a project, or to continue doing a project in certain shape, or at one point finally stop pursuing it.

Based on that, I decided to record my own 'train of thought' on making my own passion project, a webcomic, in a somewhat readable format for myself in the future. She'll most likely wonder why the hell the 2021 me took this particular direction of writings.

But, if you, dear reader, think this record is interesting, by all means read this too! A quick disclaimer, though:

This is not intended to be a how-to.

This also does not talk about commercial projects.

The summary of this log, would be...

To my future self reading this log: at this point of time, I finally, finally been able to start the webcomic I have wanted to write since years ago thanks to these deceptively dumb things...

I stopped trying to write shit I don't enjoy learning more of

I found this previously-hidden, surprisingly huge urge to bully my own OCs

I learned some shortcuts that don't make my exert too much effort, so i dont feel like crap if my drawing turned crap [On a separate post, TBA]

Oh yeah, also to my future self? This is gonna be a long read.

As a context, a few days ago I finally uploaded the first page of my comic, a comedy story about a girl thrown headfirst to people with their Indonesian folklore-inspired superpowers--aptly named What The Folk. I took inspiration from traditional folklores like Timun Mas, a girl that killed a man-eating giant by throwing some stuff. I like these kind of things.

This story did not start this way six years ago though. It certainly was Not titled WTF when I was like "oh shit... what if.. girls... but folklore powers" for the first time.

It started with totally self indulgent me drawing the Timun Mas as a cute girl with a fucking gun, eight years ago. For reasons.

Oh, if you haven't noticed, the aesthetic was also very .. Indonesian, by the costumes of the characters. A plural, now, because I wanted to adapt what's basically Timun Mas folklore to action-packed comic.

Extremely cool in premise. Anyway, for some reason, 2016-me onwards decided, nah, I'm not writing a cool battle-inspired folklore story. I'm gonna write a gag comic in modern Indonesian setting, and while they fight shit with cool-looking folklore inspired powers, the focus is more on the stupid shit they did to fight enemies.

Stop stop stop right there. Wait, what? It goes from serious battle story to a gag action? What fuels this sudden tonal and aesthetic shift?!

Here's a further detail on my decision.

1. I stopped trying to write shit I don't enjoy learning more of

Okay. Battle stories usually feature badass fights, of course it's the part of the story!! You know, like shonen manga.

It took me like four years of trying and failing to draw what i have on my mind, to acknowledge that, crap, I don't actually enjoy making stories about people punching the lights out of others. I don't actually enjoy learning how to make my fights cooler than ever. I don't feel happy when I have to choreograph fights. I like Jojo's Bizarre Adventure not for the lightning barrage of punches, for goodness sake, but the sheer ridiculous-genius of the asspulls on the fight!

With some reflections, maybe the thing that made me really hard to acknowledge this was the attachment to the idea. Because I was "the first person who thought of this idea, so only I can draw it". While there's nothing wrong with attachments, it is a problem if I myself don't even like writing this idea I'm attached with.

So, what do I like, then?

Parodies. Comedies. I find immense joy if I can find the perfect punchline from what is considered 'Canon'. (Also I won't let anyone say comedies are inferior than battle stories. Those two require different skillsets.)

Campus environment. College was one of the most interesting years of my life to date, and I want to share the little tidbits like me eating campus' street food. Really mundane, but it's where my heart is.

Part time job shenaningans. My days as non-permanent worker is just too eventful not to adapt to my OCs.

When I decided to scrap absolutely Everything beside the folklore powers and the basic trait of said characters, then start adding ultra self indulgent things, writing becomes so. Much. Easier.

When I go with this strategic decision, I was plagued with doubts, though:

Others might be using this idea then! Not you! And so what? There are no two same thoughts in this world. If one coffee shop AU with one pairing can evolve to various takes on this idea from multiple authors, why not this particular idea, too? No one can write what you can write. Nachi, you need to take pride of your own flow of thoughts and strengths.

Won't they look cooler with traditional Indonesian inspired aesthetic instead of modern place? It might look cool on concept, but you don't like drawing it. Also, it will look insincere. Drop it.

What about the scrapped ideas? Fuck sunk costs. I compiled them on a separate masterpost I can look back if I'm stuck in the future. But that's for the future, I'm not dealing with that now. Bye, bitches. You made me stuck in a limbo.

This decision to start anew goes hand-in-hand with the 2nd point, the newfound desire to.....

2. I found this previously-hidden, surprisingly huge urge to bully my own OCs

Because I was too focused on getting the events and battle panels right while felt agonized, I didn't even care that much about the characters!!! And when I go to the much enjoyable road of comedy, this requires me to actually think about the characters. My OCs.

They are a delightful mess. I love them. I want to put them to frankly frustrating or confusing situations for the funsies.

I start thinking more of their dynamics. Wrote their background and stuff. Wrote their favourite genre to sing karaoke of, I swear it's fucking fun. Why wasn't I doing this sooner? Oh yeah, the attachment to initial ideas. I swear....

This newfound direction and motivation of my webcomic is further moderated by a very, very determining factor. The technical stuff involved in drawing the stories. The making of actual comic, beyond the storyboard.

As I will talk a lot LOT more, I decided to continue this particular topic on a separate post.

Ending Ment for Part 1

Looking back, I felt happy I finally are able to overcome the stupid roadblock. It can come sooner, yeah, but I don't really regret how it come after years of agony. Funnily.

[stoopsbookstore]

Physically Wounded and Mentally Drained

"Can you help?"

Johnny stood outside the window of the closest person he knew lived by, the spoiled good-two-shoes, Y/N. His face was bloodied and his shirt had been torn open.

"Why should I?"

Y/N stood at the window, her arms crossed, the TV illuminating her room. The sounnds of sirens startling Johnny until he noticed the movie Y/N had been watching is now on a chase scene.

Johnny flashed Y/N the blood spots in his shirt, his body ready to keel over on her balcony.

"Please, can you just let me in? I did nothing wrong, but I know it's going to be twis-" Johnny's ramblings were cut off by the unlatching of the window, a rush of cool air from the AC hitting him in the face as thunder starts in the distance.

"Hurry up. I'll grab the first aid kit," Y/N pulled on the tall boy's shirt, shutting the window as soon as Johnny got his body inside, "it looks bad, it may be a minute."

"It feels bad," Johnny joked, tapping his chest, the tension in his body still high.

Plopping on the couch, Johnny looked at Y/N's room. A four-poster queen-sized bed with a cream colored canopy. Her desk was neatly organized with her statistics textbook open, signifying that she had been studying before his interruption. Reaching over, he grabbed the textbook.

"That's right," Johnny flipped through a few pages, the highlighted text a slight blur to him, "Douglas's exam is Monday."

"I forgot you're in the same class as me," Y/N took the damp rag in her hand, wiping the dirt off of Johnny's face, taking the textbook from him and throwing it on her bed, "and I'm going to ignore how you know where I live."

"Sorry, I know it's creepy to know where your mortal enemy lives, you can blame that prick, Hendery."

Johnny tried to break the tension, taking his leather jacket and placing it on the window ledge next to the couch. Y/N kept wiping the dirt and blood off where she could find, a need to help someone as awful as Johnny coming over her.

"Can you not get blood on the couch please? My parents would kill me," Y/N gave a towel to Johnny, the tall boy throwing it over his shoulders.

Mortal enemies? Awful?

"We're not mortal enemies," Y/N took some antiseptic out of the box of medicine, smearing it on a gash on Johnny's knuckles, "I just find you extremely annoying and vulgar. You and your friends just run amok with no sense of conseq-"

"And you and your friends act like a bunch of prudes, acting like you're better than everyone else because you come from money," Johnny winces when Y/N wiped the clean wound, a sharp inhale as she pulled a sharp piece of gravel from his flesh.

"Did you just forget who's helping you from whatever the fuck happened to you?"

Y/N continued to clean the injuries Johnny had acquired, the silence deafening. Biting his lip, he continued to look around her room. A decently sized TV sat on a 5-drawer dresser, the walls looked like they were painted a similar color to her bed. It looked like a normal room, Johnny can't figure out why that surprises him so much.

"I have to grab some gauze, I'll be back," Y/N kept her head down, walking to the bathroom.

Johnny took the chance to explore, although his body felt like collapsing. Looking in a mirror, he saw that the blood, dirt and gravel had vanished from his skin, but his shirt was still covered.

Y/N did a good job of cleaning me up.

He noticed a picture frame next to her bed. Walking over to it, he picked it up for a closer inspection. His eyes scanned the photo, it had to be a few years old as it looks like it was taken on the last day of their high school career. Y/N's uniform jacket was off, another girl had taken it to the side and Taeyong andbJaehy-

Taeyong? Jaehyun?

"I know I keep saying this, but plesse don't get blood on anything," Y/N took the photo from Johnny, placing it back on her nightstand, "I grabbed some of my dad's clothes you can change into."

"How do you know Taeyong and Jaehyun?" Johnny questioned.

"The normal response to someone giving you clothes is thank you," Y/N took Johnny's hand, wrapping up his knuckles in gauze and taping it closed.

"How do you know them?" Johnny stared at Y/N, towering over her like he did everyone else.

"How do you know Hendery?"

"I'm trying to be nice here. Understand you," Johnny threw his hands up in the air, hitting his thigh and wincing.

"Take your shirt off so I can throw these in the wash," Y/N grabbed the towel from the couch, holding her hand and doing her best to dodge the question.

"Are you ashamed of them?" Johnny took his shirt off, what looked like a shoe print on his skin and a gash on his abs.

Abs?

"N-no," Y/N stammered, taking the shirt from Johnny, wrapping it up in the towel and grabbing the first-aid kit, "I just haven't talked to them in a while."

"I know, they hang around me," Johnny chuckled, a slight smile appearing on Y/N's face.

"I should go put these in the washer," Y/N walked to her door, Johnny following behind her, "what are you doing?"

"I've never been in a place like this, when will I get another chance?" Johnny reached for the doorknob, Y/N reaching for his wrist, "I won't get blood on anything."

"I hope so. The blood should be congealed by now," Y/N quietly opened the door, checking down the hallway like a little kid on Christmas night looking for Santa, "ok, let's go."

Y/N tiptoed down the hallway, every step carefully planned while Johnny basically stomped, his footsteps on the shiny wood vibrating throughout the dark corridor.

"Can you be quieter please?" Y/N quietly yelled at the tall boy, "I don't want to get in trou-"

"Y/N, is that you?" Y/N pushed Johnny into a closet, a grown man standing at the landing of the stairs, "what are you doing?"

"I started my period and accidentally bled on my blankets," Y/N kept her body on the closet door, the handle jiggling, "I was going to throw them in the washer."

"Alright," footsteps could be heard retreating, "get to bed soon though, you have a test and an exam tomorrow. Love you."

"Love you, too."

Y/N cautiously opened the door, Johnny pretended to struggle for air as he walked out. Seeing Y/N's face, Johnny put his head down.

Getting to the laundry room, Y/N drenched the shirt in stain remover, an awkward silence falling over to the two. After Y/N put the shirt in the washer, with the few towels and rags she had used, she tended to the gash on Johnny's chest.

"Arms up."

"I was jumped by those SVT guys," Johnny confessed while Y/N placed a patch and wrapped the large gauze around his chest, "3 of them. I'm surprised it wasn't more. That Mingyu dude has a good kick and Church dude has a punch like I've never seen."

Y/N stayed quiet.

"Are you okay?"

"You're the one wounded, I don't think you should be asking me that," Y/N taped the gauze, putting back the first-aid kid back together.

"I'm sorry for what I said earl-"

"Water under the bri-"

"Y/N, what's goin-"

"I'm fine, I promi-"

"Clearly no-" Johnny's voice grew louder in the small room.

"Will you please keep it down?"

"Will you tell me what's wrong? You've been quiet ever since your dad almost caught us," Y/N kept her mouth shut, cleaning up around the room to avoid the question, "Look. I'm trying to be nice here. Will you please tell what's going on?"

"You wouldn't understand, Mr. I do what I want. I had to stop being friends with Jaehyun and Taeyong because they were quote-unquote bad influences," Y/N finally snapped, throwing a shoe at Johnny, narrowly missing the newly dressed wound, "Mr. I get to do what I please and not have to worry about grades or jobs or maintaining relationships where your parents control every aspect of your life."

Johnny tried to talk, but the floodgates had opened, Y/N let everything out, her eyes watering with every syllable.

"You get to go and be free when I have to be like the perfect child for my parents. I can't even go to any functions on campus like the Spring Fling or the Fall Festival because my parents probably signed me up to watch a booth or volunteer at the snack tables. Do you realize how hard it is to be my age, in classes for a degree, and not have a job because my parents don't want me to get one because I'll just marry my dad's friend's son. I don't even like Minho like that and I'm excepted to just fall in love with someo-"

"Breathe. Ok, please just breathe," Johnny noticed Y/N had started shaking, her body trembling, "are you okay if I hug you?"

Y/N nodded. Johnny's long arms tugged her closer, her sobs muffled by his chest.

"Let's get you back to your room."

"But your shirt."

"I'll pick it up later."

Walking back to her room, Johnny helped Y/N to her couch, her head landing on his shoulder. The TV had begun playing infomercials, Johnny's hand rubbing Y/N's arm in an effort to calm her down.

"I know it's hard, but you'll be okay. I went through the same stuff when I was younger. Finally, Doyoung kicked me in the ass and told me to move in with him. I've been on my own since I was 16. My parents were pissed."

Tilting her chin up, Johnny reassured Y/N with a simple smile.

"You know, I've learned more about you in the hour or so you've been bandaging me up than I have in the years we've known each other."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"No, I think it gives me a new understanding about you. Hopefully it's the same vice versa."

"Yeah, you're physically wounded and I'm emotionally drained."

The pair laughed, rain tapping on the window.

"I guess I'm stuck here now."

"The couch folds ou-"

"I was joking. Your parents wouldn't be too happy if they discovered a rebel like me in the princess's room."

"They're out of the house by 7am and they don't check on me, just a call around 8 to make sure I'm up," Y/N unwrapped Johnny's arm from her shoulder, wobbly standing up to grab a blanket from her closet, "worse comes to worse, just run in the closet, it's big enough to hide in."

"Thanks, princess."

"Will you be okay?" Y/N flipped through the channels as Johnny got comfortable on the couch, his jacket acting as a pillow.

"Will you?"

[babbushka]

My favorite trope: Enemies to best friends to lovers. Hear me out: I love the thought of Person A meeting Person B and they just feel nothing but pure hate towards each other for whatever reason that is. And because there's only hate and anger in this relationship they don't feel like they have to be on their best behavior while interacting (like we usually do on our day-to-day interactions with people) instead they both make an effort to show the other their worse side because "that person only deserve the worse of me".

(I know, toxic as hell, stay with me please)

But they have to overcome that hate to somehow work together and achieve their goal (most time it's a mutual goal with different motivations). So on the time they spend together it doesn't matter if they're trying to not despise one another, they'll get to know more about each other and start thinking "hey, we actually have some things in common" or "I held people like you in extremely low regard but you're actually a good person (even if I'm not)".

And they don't instantly become friends, they slowly remove the barriers around themselves to start building a relationship that revolves around respect and above all, trust (because that is what was missing in the first place). And that doesn't happen overnight, it takes time, and they'll cry and be anxious and suffer a lot on the way.

BUT when they finally come into the friendship stage its fluff all the way through. I'm talking about teasing each other about silly things, responding their sarcasm with sarcasm, Person A being like "I should have killed you when I had the chance" and Person B being like "Haha to late, you're stuck with me now". And just best friend stuff like hanging out all the time, and caring, and looking out, and worring about one another. And it's just pure platonic sincere love.

And then the final stage: romantic love. When they realize they know that person more than anybody else (and vice versa) and that they would die for them and live for them, they just can't picture a life that doesn't include that person. Is the type of love where Person A is "You're the most important thing to me in the whole world." and Person B is "You're the light in my life, and bad days will come but we will face it together". It's sincere, familiar and comes from the heart, it may not be perfect (because nothing is) but it's theirs.

In conclusion: Why do I love that trope? It's about falling in love with someone that showed you how bad of a person they can be, someone that put it all on the table and let you see the dark side we all have but we don't show anyone, and that person falling for you as well when you did the same. But you two aren't in love because there's sexual tension, you love each other because you have been through it all together, and you felt everything together: anger, happiness, love, joy, jealous, sadness. Everything, not only the good part. If you can know a person that much and love them it's a bond it won't break easily.

Some examples that might work: Hero x Villain; Criminal x Agent; Vampire x Hunter; and it goes on

(Please forgive me, I know this is unnecessarily way too long but ADHD won't let me get my thoughts straight for the life of me, but I hope I made myself clear tho) Sending u so much love

I couldn’t agree with you more my dear anon! This is exactly why I love the kylux ship so much, lol.

There’s something really wonderful about watching characters grow, I think. It’s rewarding, being able to see them develop from a place of animosity, to understanding, to appreciation, and then adoration. Especially when they have to work together and are forced to spend time together that makes them realize their differences aren’t entirely that plentiful, just as you mentioned! Like just sit down and talk to one another, dammit! Lol 

I don’t write this trope that often, not because I dislike it, but because for me personally, seeing healthy and happy established relationships (marriages particularly) is fulfilling and rewarding for me in a different way. Maybe because I was in an abusive relationship for so long, idk, but the premise that these characters would do anything for one another and love each other so much right from page 1, is important to me. 

I think you’ve hit the nail on the head in all of your points, and I thank you very much for sending this in! I’m sending you tons of love right back, and I hope you’re having a great day today :)

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How to take action and consistently lose weight.

If you want to lose weight consistently, you have to consistent action. Extraordinary results require extraordinary effort. Talking and planning aren't enough to make progress with most tasks. This will include losing weight. Don't spend your time dreaming or planning about how you would lose weight after the holidays or next year. Today is as good a time as any to start losing weight, provided you start taking action.

If you have the best ideas, but don't take action, it will be a waste of time and mental energy. It's important to spend the majority of your time actually doing something that will help you achieve your desired results. Consistent action is the key. You can't lose weight by exercising once a week or reducing your food portion once a month. Daily consistent action is required

The first thing you need to realize is that nothing will change until your behavior changes. Visualization and positive self-talk have their place, but they're only effective if your behavior changes. You can try to wish your way to a new Rolls Royce, or to make a million dollars by aligning your chakras with the universe, but it won't happen unless you're actually doing something different. You can't lose weight by reading about weight loss without actually taking action. You need to understand that a consistent change in your behavior is the key to real change.

The second thing you need to know the outcome you desire and make it determine your actions. It's not easy to take action if you don't know what you're attempting to accomplish. Be clear on your intention. Take the time to determine what you want to accomplish. Where do you see yourself in 5-10 years? What actions can you take today to move in that direction? What action can you take today? How much weight do you expect to lose in the next six months?

While it is important to begin with the end in mind, you have to remember that the journey of a thousand miles begins with a step. Start by taking small steps. Do you want to jog for 60 minutes each day? Get started by jogging for five minutes each day. You won't get in shape by exercising for only five minutes, but you will develop the habit of getting out the door each day. After a week, up the time by another minute or two. Typically after about 3-6 weeks, you'll have developed an exercise habit and can begin to make a difference for you..

Don't spend too much time planning to begin taking action. Limit your planning time. Those that are slow to take action love to plan, but the best plans are worthless until they're executed. While you're trying to work out the fine details, everyone else is already taking care of business. Don't let the perfect become the enemy of the possible. One way to take action quickly is to start early. Get started early in the day. If you can accomplish something worthwhile before 9AM, you'll be motivated to do even more during the rest of the day. Don't form the habit of putting off your actions until tomorrow. Take action today and don't try to let yourself off the hook by telling yourself that you'll get twice as much done tomorrow. This is particularly important if you want to consistently lose weight by taking daily action.

Best way to lose weight.

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I've heard that it's very important you don't let Boss Salmonids end up between your team and the egg basket, which sounds wise. Especially Steel Eels and Scrappers, which output a lot of ink and love getting in the way!

A Flyfish with one of its missile launchers destroyed will deploy half as many rockets, and it'll only target one employee at a time rather than two. So if you don't have the time or ink to knock out both launchers, one is still way better than none. Sometimes I'll toss a bomb into a Flyfish on my way by without sticking around to throw the next - especially when I'm being chased.

Don't go under a Slammin' Lid when you're in your life ring! Your coworkers trying to revive you won't be able to shoot through its forcefield, and it will be very embarrassing for you and them.

Sometimes the more aggressive Boss Salmonids are best lured closer to the basket before you defeat them. Maws is a perfect example, since it loves to chase, it doesn't leave much ink behind, and it's one of the least dangerous as long as you don't get pinned down by something else. Rather than splatting it near the shoreline and having to carry the eggs all the way to the basket, let it follow you back there (ideally while you're delivering the eggs dropped by another boss), and you'll be able to take out the Maws and deposit all its eggs in the blink of an eye. Steel Eels and Scrappers also love to chase, so they can be worth luring a little closer, but don't get carried away since they can cause a lot of problems near the basket.

Salmonids aren't slowed at all by ink, so inking somewhere that none of your team is likely to go is a waste of your time and ink. The Salmonids will quickly cover it up on their own the moment you look away.

Walls are like floors, but better!! Most Salmonids can't spread their green mucus-y slime on the walls, and many of them are also incapable of chasing you up one. Don't ever forget that an inked wall isn't an obstacle, it's a doorway. And it's locked to your enemies!

Also, another thing you shouldn't forget: Your specials!!!! Don't hesitate to use them, even in Waves 1 or 2. Failing on Wave 3 doesn't deduct from your rank, or so I've heard. So during the first two waves, don't play like your goal is to beat Wave 3 - play like your goal is just to get there. And there's no bonus or anything for finishing your shift with unused specials, so any that you haven't used by the end of the game are totally squandered. You might as well have burnt it in Wave 1 before the first Chum have even arrived! Don't ever be shy about using a special!!!!!! Don't worry about conserving them through Wave 3 for a King, either. When a King arrives, everyone's set to have one special left no matter what.

Speaking of specials, Wavebreaker is phenomenal for eliminating huge swarms of Lesser Salmonids without any ink, time, or effort. If you're splatted shortly after putting one down, it'll revive you by itself, so you don't need to call your coworkers over for help. The Booyah Bomb is a nice panic button because it lifts you way into the air, gives you a huge explosion to put wherever you want, and also offers plenty of time to think about where it should go and what you should do afterwards. The Killer Wail 5.1 can revive teammates from anywhere on the map and I'm pretty sure it pierces Salmonid armour, so it might even be able to take out Steelheads, Flyfish, & Drizzlers without relying on the usual techniques. I know that the Stingray could back in ye olde Splatoon 2 days, so maybe it's the same.

Launching golden eggs during a King Salmonid wave costs no ink! Launch eggs to your heart's content! Plus, they're apparently really effective against bosses. I've heard Golden Eggs are especially good for dealing with Flyfish, but I haven't had the opportunity to try that myself.

Chum and Smallfry pop instantly on contact with the Splat Brella's canopy. Next time it's in rotation, keep that in mind! This is especially nice during high tide, since you can stand right at the shore and stop a whole school of Lesser Salmonids right in their tracks.

Squid Rolls give you a little bit of invincibility. That can be really handy when a Stinger is after you!

DO THE TUTORIALS AAAAAAAA!!!! The number of times I've seen posts like this which includes tips that Grizz literally tells you during the tutorials is disturbing. Pay attention to all his advice, and get him to summon every kind of Boss Salmonid for you at least once. If you've already played it, you can play it again by going up to the book in Grizzco headquarters. I think it's to the right of the rewards desk?

Shoot down the Drizzler's torpedoes!! Please!!! Please do it!!!!!!! The storms are so annoying please prevent them from happening. If you can go for the one-hit, do it, but if not shoot down the torpedo anyways or everyone will get rained on for 300 years.

veteran splatoon 2 players: first time?

new splatoon players fighting for their fucking lives in salmon run: yea you????

veterans, targeting the flyfish, stingers and annoying boss salmonids first: nahhh , no not my first time

[pooma-bible]

■MESSAGE TITLE: THE SPIRIT OF INTEGRITY■

Many of you lack integrity that's why God cannot trust you with His blessings and wealth. Please if this message touches you, please try and change and be a better person in life.

■ What is the meaning of integrity?

Many of you are victim of this message today. You will say yes now and say no the next time they ask you. God can't trust you at all.

● Integrity means the quality of being honest and having strong moral principles.

● Integrity means the state of being whole and undivided.

● Integrity means doing the right thing in a reliable way.

● Integrity means to be very upright in all endeavours of life.

● Integrity means to good virtues and honest in all business deals.

● Integrity means to be straight forward.

● Integrity means to be sincere.

● Integrity means a person who will not disappoint you when you give them responsibility to perform.

● Integrity means when you say yes and people are not afraid.

● Integrity means to live a life of total decision.

Every Christian must walk in the spirit of integrity if you want God to trust you.

The integrity of the upright shall guide them: but the perverseness of transgressors shall destroy them. Proverbs 11:3 KJV

Integrity is a spirit from God to help you behave like Him and you need to stir it up until it manifest.

“To the faithful you show yourself faithful; to those with integrity you show integrity. 2 Samuel 22:26 NLT

Integrity goes with your total faithfulness and commitment to God and humanity.

Because of this, make every effort to add integrity to your faith; and to integrity add knowledge; 2 Peter 1:5 GW

Are you aware that your faith works with your integrity, so without that God won't really bless you at all.

And endurance (fortitude) develops maturity of character (approved faith and tried integrity). And character [of this sort] produces [the habit of] joyful and confident hope of eternal salvation. Romans 5:4 AMPC

■ WHAT ARE THE BENEFITS OF THE SPIRIT OF INTEGRITY?

1.) THE SPIRIT OF INTEGRITY STABILIZES YOU.

And if thou wilt walk before me, as David thy father walked, in integrity of heart, and in uprightness, to do according to all that I have commanded thee, and wilt keep my statutes and my judgments: [5] Then I will establish the throne of thy kingdom upon Israel for ever, as I promised to David thy father, saying, There shall not fail thee a man upon the throne of Israel. 1 Kings 9:4-5 KJV

It was the spirit of integrity that sustain the throne for David, now God is telling Solomon too. Are you aware whatever you want God to sustain for you, you need to add integrity to it.

2.) THE SPIRIT OF INTEGRITY PRESERVES YOU.

Integrity and honesty will protect me because I wait for you. Psalms 25:21 GW

Judge me, O Yahweh, because I have walked in my integrity, and I have trusted Yahweh and not wavered. Psalms 26:1 LEB

When you walk in integrity, enemies are defeated in your absence.

3.) THE SPIRIT OF INTEGRITY UPHOLDS YOU.

You will help me, because I do what is right; you will keep me in your presence for ever. Psalms 41:12 GNB

And as for me, thou upholdest me in mine integrity, and settest me before thy face for ever. Psalm 41:12 KJV

Upholds means to guide and guard. You must be truthful at all time, nobody can kill you.

4.) THE SPIRIT OF INTEGRITY GUIDES YOU.

The integrity of the upright shall guide them: but the perverseness of transgressors shall destroy them. Proverbs 11:3 KJV

And Abraham journeyed from thence toward the south country, and dwelled between Kadesh and Shur, and sojourned in Gerar. [2] And Abraham said of Sarah his wife, She is my sister: and Abimelech king of Gerar sent, and took Sarah. [3] But God came to Abimelech in a dream by night, and said to him, Behold, thou art but a dead man, for the woman which thou hast taken; for she is a man's wife. [4] But Abimelech had not come near her: and he said, Lord, wilt thou slay also a righteous nation? [5] Said he not unto me, She is my sister? and she, even she herself said, He is my brother: in the integrity of my heart and innocency of my hands have I done this. [6] And God said unto him in a dream, Yea, I know that thou didst this in the integrity of thy heart; for I also withheld thee from sinning against me: therefore suffered I thee not to touch her. Genesis 20:1-6 KJV

When you walk in the spirit of integrity, even when you want to make mistakes, God has a way of speaking to our heart. When you operate in the spirit of integrity, you are not afraid.

5.) THE SPIRIT OF INTEGRITY YOU CARRY BLESSES YOUR CHILDREN AND GENERATION.

The just man walketh in his integrity: his children are blessed after him. Proverbs 20:7 KJV

A righteous person lives on the basis of his integrity. Blessed are his children after he is gone. Proverbs 20:7 GW

So it goes beyond you and it affects your children and your unborn generations and lineage.

■ HOW CAN YOU OPERATE IN THE SPIRIT OF INTEGRITY?

A.) TO TAKE A VOWING OR COVENANTAL DECISION.

Thus saith the Lord God, Behold, I will lift up mine hand to the Gentiles, and set up my standard to the people: and they shall bring thy sons in their arms, and thy daughters shall be carried upon their shoulders. Isaiah 49:22 KJV

B.) SET A STANDARD TO BE CONSISTENT NO MATTER WHAT.

At this, the administrators and the satraps tried to find grounds for charges against Daniel in his conduct of government affairs, but they were unable to do so. They could find no corruption in him, because he was trustworthy and neither corrupt nor negligent. Finally these men said, “We will never find any basis for charges against this man Daniel unless it has something to do with the law of his God.” Daniel 6:4‭-‬5 NIV

Then the presidents and princes sought to find occasion against Daniel concerning the kingdom; but they could find none occasion nor fault; forasmuch as he was faithful, neither was there any error or fault found in him. [5] Then said these men, We shall not find any occasion against this Daniel, except we find it against him concerning the law of his God. Daniel 6:4-5 KJV

If you want to live in integrity, build a standard for yourself.

C.) DON'T COMPROMISE YOUR INTEGRITY BECAUSE OF PROBLEMS OR TROUBLES.

And the Lord said unto Satan, Hast thou considered my servant Job, that there is none like him in the earth, a perfect and an upright man, one that feareth God, and escheweth evil? and still he holdeth fast his integrity, although thou movedst me against him, to destroy him without cause. [9] Then said his wife unto him, Dost thou still retain thine integrity? curse God, and die. Job 2:3,9 KJV

Even with what happened to Job, he refuse to stop going to God and church. Like many of you would have stopped going to church even serving as a church worker in the church because of what has happened to you.

God forbid that I should justify you: till I die I will not remove mine integrity from me. Job 27:5 KJV

D.) SAY THE TRUTH ALWAYS AND DON'T BE AFRAID OF WHAT WILL HAPPEN.

Gird thy sword upon thy thigh, O most mighty, with thy glory and thy majesty. [4] And in thy majesty ride prosperously because of truth and meekness and righteousness; and thy right hand shall teach thee terrible things. [5] Thine arrows are sharp in the heart of the king's enemies; whereby the people fall under thee. Psalm 45:3-5 KJV

People don't like people who tell them the truth.

The Lord shall judge the people: judge me, O Lord, according to my righteousness, and according to mine integrity that is in me. Psalm 7:8 KJV

Don't expect to be love or like you for speaking the truth. They will fight you and destroy your names for telling them the truth. They will say you are full of pride and jealous of how God is helping them. Keep telling the truth. Are you aware that people that speaks the truth don't have many friends at all.

■ BIBLICAL EXAMPLES OF PEOPLE WHO PRACTISE THE SPIRIT OF INTEGRITY.

But let your communication be, Yea, yea; Nay, nay: for whatsoever is more than these cometh of evil. Matthew 5:37 KJV

But above all things, my brethren, swear not, neither by heaven, neither by the earth, neither by any other oath: but let your yea be yea; and your nay, nay; lest ye fall into condemnation. James 5:12 KJV

1.) Daniel as a Prophet and Politician. He was never corrupt or stolen money like many politicians are doing in many part of the world.

2.) Job as a business and God's servant. No matter what happened to him, he never turn against God because of what happens to him. He lost his businesses, children, properties and everything yet he stood his ground and his integrity in God.

3.) Abraham as a father of faith. He is a complete package of integrity, ever obedient to God.

4.) David as a King, Priest and Prophet. Even after the his son died, he return back to God and serve him faithfully.

5.) Esther as Queen and a Jew. She stood her ground for freedom even to the death.

6.) And you, can you be related to one integrity at all?

Stop taking bride that's not integrity. Stop spreading your legs to get that opportunities and jobs that's not integrity. Stop stealing that money as a politician your children and generations will suffer it that's not integrity. Stop falsifying documents to get that jobs, that's not integrity. Stop lying on the pulpit men and women of God, that's not integrity.

If you don't have it, cry to God in prayer it is a spirit. God will release it upon you.

If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall be given him. [6] But let him ask in faith, nothing wavering. For he that wavereth is like a wave of the sea driven with the wind and tossed. James 1:5-6 KJV

May God use this teachings to shape and reform you again and again. God bless you all, have a nice day.

ProphetDrChrisMichael

[sbnkalny]

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text || Brobastian (Week 2)

Bas: Well, maybe it should be in a room full of mirrors, then. That way I get to see myself /and/ the other guy. Although I feel like just fucking me would actually take less effort than the teasing would. I mean, there's only so much of someone rutting against me that I can take - especially if they're murmuring in my ear about all of the different ways they plan on having me. That shit gets /exhausting/, Brodes - there comes a time where you just want someone to fill you up, or - fuck, I feel like riding them would be easier than just the /tease/. I mean not that the tease isn't all manner of hot, but, you know - there /are/ limits, and pushing them with me in this state would just be cruel, you know? Best just to give me the relief I need.

Bas: When your material revolves around crappy jokes at my expense, then that's just sad. Really - you have /one/ subject. I know you're obsessed with me, Brodes, but come on. Hey, I'm not the one trying to be a comedian, here. That's on you.

Bas: Can't say I've counted. What - you think I don't own any R&H? You underestimate me, as usual. While I appreciate ballet as an art form, yeah - no. Besides all of the dizziness, it really is just gonna send me to sleep again. I've slept enough. Why do you equate my ability to find people to sleep with to a lack of standards? While I might have had some questionable hook-ups in the past (all hot, just some... questionable people), I do like quality. Newbie Brody sounds adorable - man, I'd have loved to corrupt him - but I digress. Just because you're fine going home alone, doesn't mean we all need to do so. Don't get me wrong, there's been a night or two where I haven't hooked up, but it's really not very often. Why skip out on the chance for some good sex? Fine, fine - he can do the groundwork, but I'm making my intentions clear.

Bas: Man, you can be so dramatic sometimes, you know that? Tell you what - if I die from sex, you can rest assured that you were right, and I'll have gone out in probably the best way that I possibly could. I'm not /that/ sick - I'll be fine in a few days. I already told you - nobody said /anything/ about being ass-raped to death apart from you. Seriously, I worry about you sometimes.

Bas: He's been hovering, yeah. You don't really /need/ to angle Blaine - his ass is a good view no matter where he's standing in the room, so long as he's not directly facing you. Although the rest of him is perfectly pleasing to look at, too.

Bas: You mean there's no one to obsess over. Don't worry, Brodes - me and my ass will be back in no time. Oh, but if he's as bad as you claim he is, you're fine mocking over texts? So cruel. I don't deserve this shit. I didn't say anything about not liking it. If nothing else, she'll give me something to do during lunch hour. And by /do/, well.... I'm sure you know what I mean. Yeah, but what happens when she puts on Legally Blonde and they start thinking that they can get a law degree and win trials based on their perm maintenance knowledge? And I bet she wouldn't even show the Broadway version.

Brody: Doesn't a room full of mirrors mess with the reflection though? Like kind of skew the coloration or something, because it's just reflection on reflection on reflection, etc? But yeah-- I mean, you could definitely play with more than one, get all the angles. You're missing the point, Bas. The point isn't what would take the least effort: it's what has the biggest payoff. And since you can't really handle that level of exertion for at least another week, the tease has to last until you can properly enjoy it. So until then, they can really only get by themselves by talking about how intense it's going to get-- how they're going to spread you out, stretch you open one finger at a time, three fingers deep, before lapping up your ass like a cream to a cat. Fucking bringing you to a breaking point if you don't have their full, thick, throbbing cock inside of you, punching up against your sweet spot hard while their hands are //finally// reaching around, slicked up so they're wet and hot and completely covering you and just pumping like you guys haven't fucked in weeks-- which, you know, you haven't. Because you've been on bedrest and he's not going to fuck you until you're off. It's a medical thing, Bas-- I mean, it's that or nothing, you know? And I figured since //nothing// was basically killing you here, it'd make more sense this way, right?

Brody: I hardly see that as sad-- who deserves jokes at their expense more than the proud peacock? I mean really? And it makes everybody laugh. I cater to my audience, what can I say. And you're worse than they are, Bas-- I know you; you'd rather hear anything about yourself than the funniest jokes about anyone else. Tcha-- everyone's a critic until the light's on them.

Brody: Well, let me know when you think of a ballpark figure. //You// watch Rogers and Hammerstein? Like more than just in passing? You do know people usually fall in //love// in those shows, right? Without sex? Or are you sleeping through those parts? You realize sleep isn't the enemy, right? I mean, I'm not encouraging you to sleep through culture in its purest form, but if your body's trying to drag you under, that's usually a sign. It might have something to do with the fact that there's a limited number of bodies in Ohio and you've likely slept with the majority of them-- and they definitely could not have been all 10s, Bas. I wouldn't be surprised if you couldn't give some of them a 7 after you took off your beer goggles. Yeah, I'm familiar with the questionable aspect-- I've seen that scar on your back XD Hey-- Newbie Brody was still plenty experienced, just...a little gun shy. Let's just say I didn't leave Sparks without a little bit of crazy chasing me out. And if 22-year old Bas was when whips were involved in your sex life, I wouldn't really want to be corrupted, thanks. Well, I guess I just don't mind the break to focus on other things then. Sex isn't air for me. Bas, I've heard you guys talking-- I'm pretty sure your intentions are perfectly clear by now. Like bird flying into a window transparent.

Brody: //I// can be dramatic? That's a laugh, considering some of the shit I've seen you pull over the years. So I can write on your grave: Brody Told You So You Assless Peacock ? I mean, since if you die by //my// dick, I'm going to be in the next grave over, it seems only fair. Okay, okay-- you're just unnecessarily stuck on bedrest while coughing like hell. You're not sick. I'm still not sexing you up while you look like that. You know, when you say crap like that, it makes me believe you never even watched the show, much less read the books, and that hurts my feelings. I mean, did you think they'd be asking about the actor(s-- since the guy was recast three different times at least) or what? Because I'm pretty sure they would have clarified that point if that had been the case. Hey-- I didn't choose the dead guy. I chose the manipulative girl with experience.

Brody: well, so long as we're in agreement that his ass is way better than yours, I'll totally agree with that. I mean, personally, he's not really my type, but I don't blame you for pining over the innocent soul you failed to fully corrupt. Everyone has the one that got away, Bas.

Brody: I'm sorry, are you implying that I couldn't easily find someone else to talk to or about? Because I'm pretty sure that the conversation is significantly more diverse around the people that are actually //allowed// out of the house. Well, a) I can't see you, and 2) didn't you just say you were fine? XD Can't have it both ways, peacock. Speaking of obsession...you know you could always just stop answering, right?

Brody: [unsent] holy fuck please do not actually seriously consider that as an option-- why the fuck did I say that god fucking dammit I'm pathetic

Brody: I guess-- just make sure you wipe off the desk before and after-- and rinse out her mouth. God mayonnaise just bugs the crap out of me. I mean, obviously it's not hurting her, because she looks great, but why do people need their sandwiches to look like someone dumped a vat of glue on it? Yech. I admit, if your kids are watching Reese Witherspoon the Lawyer-based movies and not coming out of it with any worthwhile lyrics in their head, I'll be a little disappointed. But I'm sure she'd give them all time to perfect the bend-and-snap, since you won't be there to demonstrate whenever you need something from the principal XD