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Writing Prompt

The gods walk among the people, each ruling their own territory, most spending their Time divided by using their immense powers to keep their kingdoms prosperous and subjects happy, and engaging in fabulous pageantry to amuse and impress the people and gain followers. There are conflicts between some, alliances between others. Wars are few and far between, but horrendously bloody. The last one nearly cost the losing party their entire kingdom. Now, a fued is brewing between the Warrior Goddess, Caerta, and the Fate God, Nerus.

You, a rare being, the physical embodiment of wrath, the only being in history that could kill a God, have been called to meet with Helaena, the Goddess of Glory and Passion, to try to stop a battle between the two major Gods that would likely decimate the human race. Her proposal is simple: She plans for you to infiltrate both courts, murder one of the two, then marry the other so you can keep them in check.

The problem is, the one you initially chose to kill is falling for you.

As is Helaena.

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Me: Honey, what's something you really like about me?

My husband: hmm......

Me:...

My husband: I have a thing, but it's hard to describe...

Me: Okay, just try your best. Give me like a vague impression.

My husband: I love how when I'm around other people, it feels like they're in my personal space, but when I'm with you, it feels like it's OUR personal space.

Me: *choking on tears of cuteness*

My husband: I like our personal space. I think I like it even better than MY personal space.

Me: *dead*

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Awesome time!

I forgot to post after seeing Jacksepticeye on tour. It was really cool and we had a great time. Had a panic attack afterwards bc there were just SO MANY people, but it was totally worth it. I'm glad we got to go.

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not to be dramatic, but Okoye telling her bitch ass husband she would end him without hesitation when he tried to manipulate her changed me as a person and cured my depression. 

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Aaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!/

IM GOING TO SEE JACK IN DETROIT TOMORROW IM SO FUCKING EXCITED IM GONNA DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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High Elves of the Elder Scrolls

This is going to be just my personal thoughts and observations on some things about the high Elves and the thalmor in the elder scrolls series. Some of this may be incorrect and jumbled, as this is my own brainstorming and theorizing on the subject. This will also include some other known theories that I believe to be very likely, and also things mentioned in the elder scrolls online, as it’s events have been confirmed to be cannon in the series by the lore writers of both zenimax and Bethesda studios. If anyone wants to add to or comment on this matter or bring in new information, feel free. I’m open to new information and enjoy sharing ideas on these topics.

Starting with the thalmor as we see them in Skyrim. They are definitely introduced into the game as antagonists, using trickery, bribery and threats in many forms to gain political advantage. They believe that tamriel in it’s etirety is theirs by rights, as their direct ancestors, the Aldmer (not Altmer), we’re the first to live on and settle tamriel before any other race. There are other reasons as well, much attributing to their long lifespans and “elder knowledge”. The Dominion has believed that it is the one force that can unite and guide tamriel successfully since it’s conception in the 2nd era. They want the empire as it is to collapse, so that they can take the high seat of tamriel and “fix the world”, though often using underhanded methods like usic the stormcloak rebellion to play the human races against each other. I am going to end up playing devil’s advocate here, so bear with me.

The founder of the Altmeri Dominion, Queen Ayrenn, traveled tamriel for much of her youth. She loved the continent and it’s people as a whole, and wanted to save tamriel from the war and destruction that was running rampant at the time, and formed her faction for this purpose. It survived over the years, being corrupted into an organization for high elven supremacy and domination, continuing to war with the other races and nations of tamriel through the centuries, eventually coming to a “peaceful resolution” that was really more of a pause, at the end of the great war with the empire, which lead to the white gold concordat, and the abolition of Talos worship in the empire. Now this is where things take a turn to the religion and culture of the high Elves themselves.

Talos was a hero of the human races, and if you listen to some of the comments made by Elenwen is Skyrim, many elves do recognize him as a hero, but not a God. The high Elves are decendants of the Aldmer, as stated before, which, going by what records you can find in the games of prehistory and the formation of nirn itself, are the first children of the gods, Ehlnofey, that make up the body of the planet. The Altmer believe that they and all mortals would be godlike celestial beings were it not for the Ehlnofey being tricked into creating nirn by the god Lorkhan . Lorkhan is basically Satan in their religion for this reason, but more about that later. Between their belief in being decended from the gods themselves and the fact that much of Talos’ campaign to create the empire stemmed from killing off elves and pushing them out of territories that they had owned before, the worship of Talos as a God is the most simultaneously racist and blasphemous thing humans could do to the high Elves. It would be like finding the founder of the KKK or the guy who initially forced native Americans out of their homelands and saying that this person was raised up as the god of all the white people. That’s off topic, but really it’s just an example. Understandably, high Elves would be extremely offended by Talos worship.

I’m going to get onto some theories here, so hold on. There is a theory that when Lorkhan(again, Altmeri Satan) was killed, somehow Talos mantled him. Mantleing is a process of serving the same purpose and imitating someone or something so completely that you essentially become that thing, so Talos replaced Lorkhan in this method. In the theory, a person with the power to do this is known as a shezzarine. There are three shezzarine in the series that I know of. Talos, Pelinal whitestrake, and the Last Dragon boat. Yes, the protagonist of Skyrim, according to the theory, is also a potential replacement for Lorkhan, a sort of almost demigod, if you will. Lorkhan dies, his power fades, he is replaced by a sort of mortal vessel, turned to God. To the Altmer( should they even be aware of the existence of. Shezzarines) Talos would be the wierd combination of Jesus and the Antichrist, and so are you after the fact as the dragonborn in Skyrim. And that is understandably really frickin scary. Just a bit of evidence of you being a shezzarine. In sovngard, you have to enter the hall of valor. This is Shor’s (talos’) palace. The spirits there explain that they could not leave to fight alduin without Shor’s permission. Shor isn’t even there. His throne is empty, but if you walk around and explore the hall of valor, for some reason you’re allowed to sit in it? Something that, hearkening back to the shivering isles dlc of Oblivion, you could not do until you had officially taken the place of the thrones previous occupant(sheogorath). Also, though they could not leave the hall without Shor’s permission, it’s suddenly okay for them to go fight with you after you get there? You are shor, in the process of mantleing Talos, as he did to Lorkhan before, now essentially a good in your own right. All of this is especially wierd if your dragonborn was a high elf, because you’re becoming the wierd Jesus/Satan abomination of your own religion.

So there’s that post. I am certain that there’s something I left out. Take notes, leave me some notes, add on to this idea. Learn to be more understanding of elven culture, if you can’t be accepting of it. Learn lore and make more theories!

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Game Grumps, about Jacksepticeye

From Zelda Majora’s Mask - PART 61

Arin: You know what it was that inspired me [to exercise more]? Was little Jack, Jacksepticeye.

Danny: Jacksepticeye is FUCKING SHREDDED HEAT right now.

Arin: I was just hanging out with him recently and he was like, *in an Irish accent* “I’m the fattest I’ve ever been,” and I’m like, “Okay…”

Danny: He looks like he could place my head in the nesting place in his elbow and just crack my head like a walnut if he flexes. It’s fucking incredible.

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Guys sorry to say it, but litterally stop trying to save the honeybees. They are an invasive species and the flowers don't need them to live. There are other pollenator species out there to do that for plants, but honeybees compete with them for food, kill them, and spread diseases to them through shared flowers. Honeybees we're brought to America by colonists for their honey, but the ecosystem would be much better off without them.

how do u actually save bees?

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Ch. 2

The interior of the therapists office was no doubt strategically designed. The caramel gold walls, dark wood furniture, plush apolstery, and dim yellow lamplight made the whole place look warm and welcoming. As if you'd just walked into someone's personal bedroom, their most intimate and comforting space. The glum looking girl, with her limp, Sandy blonde hair and amateurly applied "goth" makeup, didn't fit at all with this enviornment.

Nonetheless, she felt somewhat secure here. She busied herself looking around the room, as her therapist, Mrs. Braith, hadn't arrived yet. The woman's taste way a hybrid of grandmotherly and professional. Tasteful wooden or metal baubles sat next to blocks and board games on her shelf. Children's drawings hung in frames on the walls, while files littered the desk. The woman was a delightful mess.

The door creaked as it was opened, and the thin elderly woman entered the room. A red Afghan was draped around her bony shoulders, her hair was short and salt-and-pepper grey, but a jovial smile was stretched across her face. Though her appearance may have suggested frailty, her attitude was always joyous and even youthful.

She smiled gently as she sat in her desk chair across from the girl. "Hello, Ashe. How have you been this week?"

The girl was quiet for another moment, before responding with a soft "Fine." In quiet places like this, she barely even wanted to breathe. She hated disturbing the stillness.

Mrs. Braith leaned forward, her tiny elbows resting in the desk, sensing the lie immediately. " Ashe, do you think that you're ready to take another test today? Last time, you didn't really get much of a result for us to work of of. I just want to try and get a feel of the areas you might need to work on."

Ugh, it was always work. Work on your focus, work on your hobbies, work on your coping skills. It was too exhausting for Ashe to even think about that. Her headache from her fit of crying earlier that day hadn't subsided yet either. She just wanted to sleep. But, she had to do something to keep Mrs. Braith and her fosters from digging to far into her.

"okay, I'll take another one."

The therapist looked relieved. "Very good. Here"

She handed Ashe the testing device. It was small and round. Kind of like a Gameboy, but not fun or entertaining at all. The exact opposite actually. The test consisted of about 100 relatively simple questions about things you do, enjoy, what you think, or other things like that. Easy questions, that Ashe hated to the core of her being. It always took her nearly the full hour to complete, as she stressed and lamented over every single question, almost always coming up with the same answer. There were always five options, from "Highly agree" to "Highly Disagree" with a very neutral "I Don't Know" in the center. This is usually seemed to be her safe place, but too many neutral answers lead to an inconclusive test result, and more sighs and lectures from the therapist. This test, as much as Ashe had tried for it to be, was no different.

Mrs. Braith thanked her for taking the test, but was obviously disappointed with the results. "I feel like you just really aren't trying, Ashe. Doesn't any of this matter to you? Your situation is really... Look, you have some problems that you need to work out. Don't you want to feel better? Keeping the kind of stress and emotions that you are going through right now bottled up isn't healthy. I want to help you. I really do. You're a great girl. But I can't do anything for you if you are going to continue to be so unresponsive."

Ashe figeted in her seat, trying to think of a way to answer. Before she thought of anything helpful, Mrs.Braith said "I'm thinking maybe it's time you had a family therapy session with your mother. Would you like that?"

Ashe nearly jumped out of her seat, immediately thinking of a thousand things she wanted to say to her mother. "Yes, I would like that."

"Alright, I'll contact your caseworker and we'll get it scheduled. I Will be supervising the visit, of course. But I think this may be helpful. You can go now for today. I'll see you next week."

Sadie, Ashe's foster mother, was putting her daughter in the car seat when she came out of the office. "You ready to go?"

"Yea. Are we doing anything tonight?" Ashe felt like there had been something else, but wasn't sure.

Sadie hopped in the driver's seat of the white SUV, adjusting her mirrors before backing out of the driveway. "It's Friday, ain't it? We're having dinner with Joe's grandparents."

Ashe had forgotten what day it was. She wished she had worn something else. Though it didn't matter much what she wore, she didn't want too look too thrown together. She liked her foster father's grandparents. They were sweet people.

Luckily they would be going back to the house first so she could change. She considered comminations all the way home.

Her room was dark as she entered it, but the first thing she saw was a photo on her nightstand. She knew she had it, but didn't remember putting it there. It was a photo she'd developed herself. A black and white photo of herself, her siblings, and her mother. She didn't know why she kept it. Just looking at it made her want to explode. She grabbed the clothes she wanted from a nearby drawer, then slammed it shut after tossing the photo inside. She didn't want to see it for at least another week.

Then she'd deal with her mother in person.

(sorry, I know this is still bad writing. I'm working on it, but I can't get inspired easily. I'll keep trying though.)

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Ch.1 ( warnings: depression and self harm)

The girl sat quietly, hood pulled over her head, earbuds in, small CD player in her pocket. Tears slid down her face as she looked around the empty stadium from her seat at the top of the bleachers. While she had lost herself in the music, her class had moved on, she didn't know where. Her friend hadn't even bothered to stir her from her reverie. She wasn't surprised really, just sad.

She debated just waiting there for the rest of the day, skipping the rest of her classes. They wouldn't notice her missing anyway. Even if the did... She decided she didn't even care. It was getting could out though, and it felt like it would rain soon. The sky had been gray and pathetic all week and today the air was filled with a cool moisture. Her pale gray hoodie wasn't much cover, and when she considered how her new Foster mother would respond to her skipping... Especially on a day she had to go to therapy...

She put her notebook and pens in her bag, then stood. She took the steps down two at a time, but her weight and lack of balance betrayed her with every step, the metal banging and creaking under her feet. As she walked around the track towards the school building, she tried to tame the hot flush of her face and dried her tears. The last thing she wanted was for someone to take notice and try to talk to her. Once the bell rang, she walked into her math class and turned off her music, regretting the loss of it's understanding company. The teacher droned on for months, and she thought about how nice and quiet death would be.

The day wasn't nearly over, and already there hands were stained with black ink. The only thing keeping her sane were her drawings. She drew on everything. Her notebooks, textbooks, her clothes, her skin, her homework. The teachers hated that about her, but she loved the black ink almost as much as the blood that would leak down her arms when she slashed them with the broken glass. Instinctively, she tugged her sleeves down. Few people knew, and she wouldn't tell anyone else because it didn't help. They just got mad at her. It didn't help.

Nothing helped.

Everything hurt.

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Some stuff I'm pissed about

Welcome to fucking America, for those who are unfamiliar with it, this is currently the land of the protesters and home of the shameless cheaters. Where all across our vast nation, it is forever someone else's fault. Where there is no real love or God, where we shame and degrade those who protect and serve, and glorify those who laugh at suicide or sprinkle salt. Where we hurry with no true destination, where we take away our brothers and sisters right to protect themselves. Where our children kill each other because of our mistakes, and those who have faith are cruel to those who have given up searching for it. Where we still pretend that there is any difference in power between the genders, and where we scorn those who are trying to find solutions.

No longer is there any trust or loyalty, any hard workers or real caregivers. Those who act like humans are called unprofessional, those who act accordingly with rules set in place are cruel tyrants.

Am I the only one who is tired of this? Tired of the ulterior motives, the stupidity for entertainment, the weak, pathetic attitudes and undeserved pride in what are obviously debilitating flaws? Does no one else care that a difference in color, opinion, sex, tradition, faith, or values mean as little as the covers of books in a library when every page still contains meaning?

Why must everyone protest and fight, wasting time and energy that could be used to actually make change? Why tear each other down instead of building ourselves up? Why can't we get to work and create the solutions? Why can't we give the future generations new options, instead of just destroying the ones we already?

Answer me this simply: is it more effective to scream at a dead horse to move, or to work with our fellows and pull the cart ourselves?

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I'll just keep this one in my pocket....

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Random thoughts for @therealjacksepticeye

Hey Jack. Idk why exactly this happened in my brain, but I thought I'd share it with you because why the fuck not?

I had a dream that you and black veil brides were touring together in my city (no clue how or why that would happen, but I won't look a gift horse in the mouth). It was fucking amazing and I got to meet everyone and hang out with you guys and it was amazing. You and CC probably talked about metal and drum shit and it was just a super great dream. Hope I do get to meet you someday, BVB too. BTW have you heard their music? I think you would like it. Well, there's all that. You're effing amazing. PUNCH THAT UPLOAD BUTTON IN THE FACE, LIKE A BOSS!!!!!!

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OMG I love this. Never not reblog

I present to you all, every anti moment put into gifs.. yes I am serious. Each individual square has 7 seconds of anti footage. (Except the last picture which each square has only 3).  This literally took 7 hours of combing through videos and editing. But holy shit it was worth it! :) I hope you all enjoy! 

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A hummingbird thought a man’s orange hat was a flower [x]

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Sick of this shit

This is completely unrelated to the rest of my posts, but it's way to early in the morning, I was trying to find legitimate information for important reasons, and all I could find was a bunch of political bs from people who really didn't know what they are talking about. Straight up going to settle some nonsense right now. A lot of people are going to hate this, but it's here for reference just in case anyone wants to be an informed and morally decent human.

* It is not abnormal to wait until marraige to have sex. Just because no one else can keep it in their pants doesn't mean you should feel pressured to waste something that could be really special for you on someone who might not matter to you a year from now, while also exposing yourself to risks of disease.

*birth control is really not that expensive. $50 per month is alot cheaper than hundreds trying to raise children that you weren't prepared for.

* Abortion is a tragedy. Your baby is a human independent of you and the father, regardless of the circumstances of conception, and has their own life to live whether you want to be part if it or not. It is better to have them be adopted and at least have a chance.

*It is possible with many health insurance plans to get birth control for free. There are also government programs available for the same.

*breastfeeding is not obscene. It is completely natural and very healthy for the baby, and we shouldn't be shamed for caring for our children.

*There are other benefits to women that birth control provides. It and other feminine products should not be treated as unnecessary.

* Rape is fucked up. You should not participate in or condone it, not should you shame the victims or say that can only happen to women.

*There is no reason that protecting yourself from sexual disease should be different from doing the same for other illnesses.

*while the afforementioned programs are available for free birth control, some people seem to think that it should be completely paid for snd disributed by the government with no questions asked and no effort given by the patient. That is ridiculous. Nothing is free. You need to accept that and act like an adult. If you are old enough to have sex, then you are old enough to purchase the medicine needed to see to your own health. Also, it is still a DRUG. It needs to be regulated like any other medication.

*if you don't want men to treat you like a sex object, keep your boobs and you genitals covered up. No, breasts are not sexual organs per se, but staight men are attracted to them. Why? Because they are men. Ask any number of them. They don't know why, they just are. You can't ask them not to be what they are.

* men are not the only people who would pay to help make birth control cheaper. It would likely be all taxpayers, many of which are WOMEN. And men ARE benefitted by it. If it is used, they don't have to pay child support for years on illegitimate or unpls need children.

*instead of arguing about the causes of problems like this, we all need to sack up and fix the problem. Men, women, white, black, adult or child, all humans are equal. Anyone who thinks otherwise needs to shut the fuck up.

Anyone who cares, thanks for letting me rant. I don't hate anyone, as angry as this post may have sounded. I just wish we could all act like decent humans for once. Thank you to all the people who actually care about what benefits people instead of what benefits their bank accounts, and all the ones who can stop tripping over eachothers dicks long enough to know the difference.

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Sigh.

My one regret about Jack playing hiveswapped is that he likely will never have the time to actually read homestuck. There's just too damn much, Hussie....