#Homoring Point

[largemouthbassnation]

The Versatile Hunting Dog with Jason Carter Part 1

Imprinting and Early Puppy Development. Jason looks at puppy socialization and a timeline for training. Published by Bird Dogs … source

[tenderrage-remi]

Remi felt like a fraud in the black tie crowds of the conclave. An imposter who at any moment would be hauled out by the back of their collar. The Felix family had always been a blue collar family. Public Servants, Farmers, lumber jacks, connections rooted in the dirt of the world. This world of glitz and glamour that flaoted above the world was a stranger to the werewolf.  It was only in the last year that they had started to attend the events that required more than the one suit they had for the fundraising parties at the firehouse. Remi had moved away from Nessa with a kiss on the cheek and a promise to return once they had checked in on some of their pack members.  Remi circled the party trying to find anyone they felt they could hold a conversation with without feeling like they would stick their shoe in their mouth.   Each lap they completed around the party had the anxiety creeping further up their chest.  Remi decided to take a break from the search by propping themself against the wall, hoping some sort of magic could turn them into the Homor Simpson meme and allow them to become one with the wall. 

Remi's head jerked up as they were spoken to. They shouldn't have been surprised, a familiar earthly scent had been in lingering in the area. Golden brown eyes inspected the other wolf, head tilting slightly as they tried to place why the face next to them was so familiar to them. Slowly the memories kindled, through the smokey haze of anxiety.  It had been about 16 hours into a twenty four hour shift so the memories had been a bit jumbled. But Remi remembered finding a new werewolf in town and trying to get them pointed in the right direction. 

"I feel like If i have asked the people in here how expensive eggs were, most of them couldn't even really make it into the ball park." Remi would respond, rubbing the back of their neck.  "More just taking a breather before having to go mingle again" perhaps this was an oppertunity to start to do what Mayor Harding had asked . "You getting settled into town alright? "

Who: Open (2/4) When: Conclave, Cocktail hour

Lucas wasn’t stupid. He knew a werewolf-specific job was probably for something shady that he didn’t want to get involved in, but... uprooting his life and road tripping across the country to freak out and procrastinate meeting his only living family was expensive, and he needed the cash. Besides, how bad could it be? He’d thrown on something decent enough to not look like he’d wandered in off the street, cleaned up his appearance, and even got a haircut instead of just doing it himself in a mirror.  

Keep to the edges of the room, look vaguely intimidating, and keep an eye out for hunters who might cause trouble and any human that attracts it. Easy money.

Or, it should be. The last person to get on his nerves clearly mistook him for a waiter, snapping their fingers at him and watching him expectantly like he was a dog that was taking too long to learn a new trick, their drink order getting lost and jumbled beneath the sound of the music and the hum of the crowd. He wasn’t above pulling the deaf card to get out of that, cocking his head to the side and tapping his bad ear with a practiced look of regret on his face, the kind that said Oh I’m so sorry, there is nothing I would have wanted more than to hear your drink order instead of Snap at me like a dog again and I’ll take your glass and shove it so far up your—

Deep breath. Whatever. The asshole had wandered off without a fight, thankfully, and he was back to watching the crowd, leaning against the wall. He only spared a glance when someone came to lean on the same wall, taking a break from the crowd. They were on his good side, at least, so he didn't have to turn too much to hear them. 

“Sick of it already?” Lucas said, turning his head to the other person to try to get a read on them "Party's only just starting." 

[drunkenmantis]

You win some you lose some

[stylestappen]

people still trying to pin this on redbull lmao how does it feel to lose 🙏🙏 i stan max so i wouldnt know

[quaranteehee]

My friend gave me his cute (idk) idea offffffff....

AKAASHI KEIJI ANGST

Summary: you’re a young lawyer who is tasked to meet with a client at a restaurant. During mid-discussion, you recognise someone’s voice and spots his familiar figure out of your peripheral vision. He and his new partner settle in a table within your line of sight, which makes it difficult for you to focus.

- - -

“The contract is signed, but the chairman requests with another meeting to discuss the legal implications of-“

“Tch,” you click your tongue, dropping the file on your desk with an audible slap against the surface.

“(Y/n) are you even listening? Good lord if I find out-“

“Mizuki, you said that the contract has been consummated?”

“Yes,” your manager carefully says. “The chairman just wants to review some points- review the whole contract if you have to. Besides, you need the exposure.”

“Is that because I’m new?”

“(L/n) it’s because you’re young. And I don’t mean to offend you but based off on last year’s review, even the board has agreed that it may require more time and effort to get you used these sort of ‘abrupt’ meetings.”

“You’re not making sense.”

“(L/n), Mr. David Simmons is waiting in the damn restaurant so just get in there.”

You end the call and begrudgingly exit your car. At the foot of an old building stood a modern restaurant, the type that politicians would consider adequate enough to spend their mornings in, sipping coffee with a newspaper in hand as they read about their acts of “benevolence” towards their country.

As soon as you enter, a gust of warm air hits your face. Someone offers to take your coat, which you gratefully shrug off.

“Just on time! You must be Ms. (L/n)?”

A stout man with thinning, grey hair approaches you. He is clad in a navy coloured blazer with matching khakis and a white button up. A golden watch sits on his right hand, which hints at him being left-handed. Sitting on his pointed nose are silver framed glasses and you notice that there are lines at the corner of his eyes; he must have smiled a lot.

“Yes.” You hold out your hand for him to shake- which he gratefully takes. “It’s a pleasure, Mr. Simmons.”

You soon find yourselves seated by the window. Taking your IPad out, you decide to dive right into business. “I understand that the purpose of this meeting is only to review the agreement cited in the contract?”

“Right. We have already signed the papers but it would really help us if we go over it for a while? It should take long, only two points at most,” he assures you with a small smile, “Beg your pardon but I might as well go over them during dinner. I hope that’s alright with you, Ms. (L/n)?”

The man reminded you of your late grandfather. Besides, everything has already been put in place; all you had to do was to further explain to any questions they had. “Will do.”

David Simmons, you found, was surprisingly gentle and homorous throughout your discussion. It might have to do with the fact that the man had already expressed how sorry he was for troubling you at this hour (despite your repeated reassurance that it was nothing he had to fuss over.)

“... are you sure? It’s quite expensive, Keiji.”

Keiji?

You risk a glance at the young couple entering the restaurant and sure enough, your eyes did not betray you. A hearty chuckle emits from his chest as he pulls the woman closer towards him. Then he smiles; that damn smile that got you all the time.

The server walks them to a table in the far back corner of the room. They thank him and Akaashi makes his way to his date to pull her chair out. She smiles at the boy gratefully.

Your fingers tap irritably against the clothed table.

“Ms (L/N)?”

“Mr. Simmons?” You return cooly.

“Is something wrong?”

Whatever you do, you DO NOT let your personal life interfere with your jobs. Absolutely. Not. You have learnt this the hard way but seeing him again, watching him give away his love- the same love you have received- to somebody that isn’t you? A familiar ache settles in your chest as you resort to toying with your gold necklace.

“Mr Simmons, have you ever been in love?”

The chairman is taken back by your question. Following your gaze, his eyes rest on a blue haired boy. David Simmons looks back hard at you. “My first girlfriend’s name was Marie,” he begins.

Shifting your attention towards the elderly gentleman in front of you, you urge him to tell you more.

“We met in high school: I was in third year and she was in her first. Now, I played American football- with the gear and all that Jazz. Marie was a cheerleader. I remember when I got to know her name, which was by accident by the way because I tossed the ball at her thinking that she was my teammate!”

You laugh and reminisce about the time you accidentally fell on the second year boy: you were a year his junior. Rushing down the flight of stairs, you missed a step in your haste and fell onto someone. In the end, he helps you gather your papers which have been sent flying in the air.

“I’m so sorry..?”

“Akaashi. I’m Akaashi Keiji,” he says with an almost imperceptible smile.

“Now, Marie was a woman of wits. She was smart! Making it to all honour classes and all.. honestly? If you were to ask me, I wouldn’t know why she would love me. But she did.”

“I.. I love you.”

You pause, searching his eyes for any indication of hesitancy- any sign that may prove his words otherwise. “Akaashi..?”

“I know: it doesn’t make sense to me either. But (y/n) I love you. I love you to the stars and back. I- I love you.”

You were crying but a smile graced your lips.

“Say something.. please,” he begs.

David looks out the window, the soft evening rain blurring the view of the streets and city lights. You follow his suit. “I loved her. To the moon and back.”

The pink sky only added to the flush on his cheeks. The streets were desolate as Sakura flowers were littered against the pavement. Behind him, the afternoon sun cast shadows into his face yet his eyes- his eyes which displayed the colour of a sea before the storm seemed to experience a hurricane at that moment.

In your own way, an ocean spilled from your (e/c) orbs transitioning into a waterfall down your cheeks. “Akaashi... I love you too.”

“How old are you, Ms (L/N)?”

“21, Sir.”

“And that boy?”

You knew that Mr. Simmons was bound to , as soon as you realised that it would be near impossible to tame your emotions in your current state.

“Twenty-two.”

“Ahh.. yes. It was around that time-“

“What happened?” You eagerly inquire.

He smiles at you softly, just as a father would do to his daughter. “We were both aware that loving each other wouldn’t be a walk in the park. We would have endured the storms thrown at us, but sometimes... sometimes holding on is harder than letting go.”

“We can do it,” you shuffle desperately towards him and cup his face in your hands, “Keiji, listen, we can call everyday if we have to. Baby, we can make it-“

“Stop-“

“-I’ll come visit you, I promise. One every month maybe?”

“(Y/n)-“

“We can move together once I finish this last year. You don’t have to worry about-“

“(Y/N) LISTEN TO ME!” He raises his voice and slaps your hands away from his face.

You break down; every bone in your body is seared in pain as your blood burns in your veins. “Keiji..” you croak.

Watching you like this hurts him more than it hurts you. He knew you would move in with him without a doubt if he had asked you. He would marry you, and again, you would say yes. Once upon a time, Akaashi would have been completely at peace with the thought of a family of his own- a family you had created with him in a tiny village at the country.

But darling, darling you were destined for something great. You were blessed with a brain to think of unfathomable universes; to think up the solutions to solve the most gruelling maladies; and so much more. Akaashi Keiji knew this- he was more aware of this fact more than anyone. Maybe, even more than yourself.

“No, (y/n). We can’t..”

You watch him, “Keiji.. keiji,” you utter out his name repeatedly in hopes that it would make him see some sense, “ I love you.”

He doesn’t hide his face now that it’s stricken with fresh tears. He wants desperately to rush over and hold you in his arms. Above all, Akaashi wants desperately to say it back. Instead, he turns on his heel and leaves.

You stare at the traffic light as the colour changes from red to green, followed by engines revving in response. “D-do you still-“

“I always will.”

A tear escapes your eye. “How can you say that?”

“Because there’s a part of me that just.. does.” He watches for a reaction and continues, “I think, for me, it’s because I chose to love her. It wasn’t based on pure emotion.  Time heals, doesn’t it? Yet it also destroys. Time, therefore, does not limit itself to emotion. What makes love greater than time itself is the fact that it is a choice- a choice to care for the other person for richer and poorer, and till death do you part. It’s a choice that you make without any regards for your own happiness, but theirs.”

You stay silent. You didn’t know what to say. Akaashi claimed that he didn’t know how or why in the world he had fallen... but he chose to act on his feelings, and he chose you.

David’s voice is softer, barely a whisper: “but I don’t regret it...”

Memories that you had desperately tried to push at the back of your mind resurface:

When he held your hand during the school fair as you walked between the booths.

When he took you to an aimless walk at three in the morning as you held each other and danced to the rhythm of the sky changing its hues from a twilight purple to the gentle orange of dusk.

You remember when you were smiling so much in the photo booth as the camera took your pictures together; how in the end, he unexpectedly pulled you into a kiss.

“... I don’t regret her one bit,” he finishes.

All this time you watched Akaashi from across the room eye his new girl with eyes full of wonder. He takes her hand in his and they get up from their table, heading out the door before disappearing into the cold, Tokyo evening.

“Ms. (L/n).. a word of advise from an old man: don’t regret him because you loved him.”

“Mr. Simmons, I don’t have any regrets...

Because I still love him.”

[ashesandstars]

my greek mythology is so rough but i do know some. so i believe this stems from homors the odyessy and is also in percy jackson at some point but there are two sea monsters encountered by odysessus scylla and charybdis. scylla is a female sea monster with six heads (but this is not the hydra thats different) it said that circe had transformed her so she had once been human. charybdis is more or less like a whirlpool. she would swallow up the water about three times a day so sailors feared traveling through her because she would engulf them. odysessus escaped by clinging to a tree and waiting for his raft to resurface hours later. from this comes the saying “to be caught between scylla and charybdis” or two equally bad alternatives

<3 perfect ily

[simpsonsnight]

Episode #363

WHAT THIS?

The Last of the Red Hat Mamas Season 17 - Episode 7 | November 27 2005 Well I just lost this write-up. So damm, dude. Time to do a worse version of it Okay so the main thing I said in the other one is that this episode is very specific, and a lotta season 17 episodes are specific. Like, I remember watching them, but I can remember stuff like “oh yeah this is the one where homor wears a lizard costume (I remember misspelling “homer” as “homor” in the last write-up I liked it!). I remembered this one as the one where Marge joins the red hats or whatever they are called. I forgot what other points I was making. I think it was that I didn’t remember how this one actually went, and that it’s bad. THE B-SODE:

The Cleveland Show: “Field of Streams” Season 1 - Episode 10 | January 3, 2010 Okay so I came up with a good idea last time to creatively explain that I didn’t watch this shitty ass show. This one has those ladies in it

[oracleofapollo]

Hello there, I hope this question does not reach you out of the blue, but I have for many years been interesting in Hellenism, but have been brought up in a very Christian realm. Do you have any good tips and starting points for finding out about Hellenism and getting involved? Also I wish it was more widespread, as where I’m from in the U.K., I’ve never found many others who have thought similarly. Anyway, thanks for listening, have a great day!

I started out much the same. From a very Catholic family in a place with very little information readily available. Luckily now a days internet is so easy to get to now a days and you have a wonderful starting point. I always suggest researching the ancient Greeks and their ways of life. This gives you an idea of how they thought which helps you better understand the myths because not everything is as it seems. Next find someone who is willing to answer any questions you have along the way. I’ll gladly help where I can and I know many on here would do the same. We’re a very close community I’ve come to find which is amazing. You’ll never be alone as you try and discover what’s best for you. Go to sites like hellenicgods.org and theoi.com. They are full of amazing information and wonderful resources to both hellenics, new and old, and mythology buffs. No beating around the bush or spiffed up information. They very much tell it how it is. I also suggest reading Homor’s works. They are far from a holy text but they are a good insight into the stories of the gods and heros and a unique look at them from an ancient’s point of view. 

[mervinsworld]

Mervin F. Catangui

Humss 12-D

Module 3

Vocabulary list

Character - it is the one of the attributes or features that make up and distinguish an individual. This is a side of her character that few people have seen.

Setting - The setting of a story is the context in a scene or story that describes the elements in which a story is taking place, including time, place, and environment.

Plot - Is a literary term used to describe the events that make up a story or the main part of a story.

Point Of View - Is what the character or narrator telling the story can see his or her perspective. Depending on who the narrator is, he / she will be standing at one point and seeing the action.

Conflict - Is a struggle between people which may be physical, or between conflicting ideas.

Theme - Is the principle thought or hidden importance an essayist investigates in a novel, short story, or other scholarly work.

Irony - This refers to the expression of one's meaning signifies the opposite, tipically, for homorous or emphatic effect

Dialogue - Conversation between two or more people as a feature of a book, play, or movie.

Figure Of Speech - Is a word or phrase that entails an intentional deviation from ordinary language use in order to produce a rhetorical effect.

Symbol - Is something that shows or recommends some different option from its strict significance

Symbolism -Is the use of symbols to signify ideas and qualities, by giving them symbolic meanings that are different from their literal sense.

Angle - It is a measurement formed between when two rays goes in different directions.

My Reflection about nonfiction also known as literary nonfiction or narrative nonfiction or verfabula is a genre of writing that uses literary styles and techniques to create factually accurate narratives.

Plot - Is how data is coordinated and how it meets up to build up a contention, make a statement, and arrive at trustworthy resolutions.

In Media res - An account work starting in medias res opens amidst the plot. Frequently, composition is circumvent and filled in steadily, through discourse, flashbacks or depiction of previous occasions.

Nonlinear Narrative - In fact, any text that is not read from beginning to the end falls into the category of nonlinear text. For example, consider an encyclopedia or a telephone directory.

Point Of View - in a story refers to the position of the narrator in relation to the story.

Angle - Corresponding sides and angles are a pair of matching angles or sides that are in the same spot in two different shapes.

Setting And Atmosphere - setting of an occasion identifies with the area, time, and strategy in which it happens. Environment or temperament alludes to the components that incite certain sentiments or feelings.

Symbol and symbolism - Symbolism is the use of symbols to signify ideas and qualities, by giving them symbolic meanings that are different from their literal sense.

Irony - is a figure of speech and one of the most widely- known literary devices, which is used to express a strong emotion or raise a point.

My reflection about figure of speech. There are 20 figure of speech such as alliteration, anaphora, antithesis, apostrophe, assonance, chiasmus, euphemism, hyperbole, irony, litotes, metaphor, metonymy, onomatopoeia, oxymoron, paradox, personification, pun, simile, synecdoche, and understatement.

Alliteration - Is a stylistic figure of speech identified by the repeated sound of the first or second letter in a string of words, or by the repetition of the same letter sounds in stressed syllables of a string of words.

Metaphor - is a figure of speech in which a word or phrase is applied to an object or action, though it is not literally applicable.

simile - isa figure of speech in which one thing is used in comparison with another thing of a different kind.

Personification - is when an attribution of a personal nature or human characteristic is used to describe something nonhuman.

[floscopetv]

A #FridayFeeling sunrise @FloScope in homor of #SocialMediaDay Morning Wake Up @FloScope #talk #teach #travel http://FloScope.tv Joy, love, and an awesome view... FloScope.tv Morning Wake Up on #periscope LIVE in about an hour (6:12 AM EST NY/Miami) click here to connect: http://periscope.tv/Claesgens Moment of Love & Joy Today's thoughts & inspirations Beautiful & Magnificent views, and a loving connection with Sean #claesgens and the #FloScoper family on #FloScope Feel the love, joy, see the view, and make today amazing! Become a part of the FloScoper family... Something awesome to make your day! New to FloScope and/or Periscope? Get the app click here: http://periscope.tv/Claesgens then find and follow @claesgens please, be sure to follow with notifications on, then when you hear the whistle notification, point your scope at FloScope.tv comment with your name and where you are, tap those hearts to send your love, share it with friends, family and followers, and enjoy! http://FloScope.tv for more info and to learn more Want to support FloScope or tip Sean please Click here: PayPal.me/FloScope Or Gofundme.com/FloScope Some of our archived replays can be found on YouTube, see our over 550 archived replays check them out here: http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLN8IJzTrvPLxgnOyl7Y2xkSZVWLULNbMV #joy #love #humanity (at FloScope)

[crippling-disgust]

in the village where i live there just happens to be a lot of cats. they live on their own, feed on mice, get tasty stuff from locals - but the winters are harsh here, so for a long while, most every year we'd have a random stray fluffy thing come to our doorstep, and every single time that fluffy thing would become Our Cat™. it has come to a point where we would have up to 12 cats. (there are 8 currently)

the punchline is: i live as a hermit, so most of my fauna (and peers) consists of whatever lives indoors, which means that my whole irl society is a cat pride lmao. and my mother. excluding the latter, it's literally the best thing in my life, they're my dopamine generator, my little factory filled with serotonin machines, BUT

it backfires whenever i actually manage to get out. as i inevitably see a cat outside, my circuits fry and i forget everything, going out of my way to Pursue the Friend. it's ridiculous and i am neither morally nor physically able to fight it, it's impossible to return to former duties until i manage to somehow interact with the Friend. and oh how foolish it is of me to assume that every cat out there cares enough to take me seriously... too bad i never learn👍

i also must give an homorable mention to the hedgehogs and wrens. because wrens are awesome little brownish grey buddies who jump around our yard in the most endearing way, and hedgehogs are basically hedgehogs. THEY HUFF AND ROAR AND LITERALLY GO BRRR IF YOU TOUCH THEM. these folks, aw man

For small, frequent doses of serotonin, consider falling in love with specific flora and/or fauna local to you.

Source: I get a brief jolt of happiness every time I see a crow. Every. Time.

[simpsonsnight]

Episode #163

WHAT THIS?

The Springfield Files Season 8 - Episode 10 | January 12 1997 The Springfield Files. This is the one where The Simpsons does an X-File. This is a good one for sure, don’t get me wrong. But this seems like a particularly beloved episode and I merely *like* it. I never really had much of an appreciation for X-Files. I remember at one point I owned the first season on DVD. I was just so impressed with the packaging alone. That set really did pave the way for the modern TV-on-DVD box set: slim, fold-out packaging, 4 whole goddamn 45 minute episodes per disc. For some reason the home video industry used to release TV shows in the dumbest way possible. In the VHS days, they’d try to milk TV series by putting out like, 2 episodes of a half hour show or 1 episode of an hour-long show on a single bulky VHS tape, despite the fact that it was quite normal for feature films pushing 3 hours in length were capably released on single videos. I actually remember renting my first episodes of X-Files on VHS, which featured 2 episodes per tape, an anomaly. They featured select episodes. Anyway, it turns out I don’t have enough stuff to say about this episode. I always misremember this one as the one where Kang and Kodos abduct Homor and spray him with beer, even like, immediately after I watched this episode I was like “did they just forget to deal with that part of the episode? Anyway, I am an idiot and have no business writing words even about cartoons. I’m no Lights Camera Jackson. No one is. THE B-SODE:

Daria: “The Lawndale File” Season 3 - Episode 11 | August 4, 1999 Okay, so I’m getting very lax on these B-SODE recaps, flagrantly not watching a lot of the episodes and such. But I for some reason decided to watch this one because I had no memory of it at all. This episode really fucking sucks. Two Mulder and Scully type FBI agents come to Lawndale and announce that they are looking for suspicious activity and don’t elaborate and the entire episode hinges on people saying “aliens” when they mean illegal aliens, and then it turns into people being scared of communists? It’s like a Nickelodeon show trying to teach you the dangers of rumors? Pretty stupid shit, if you ask me. Bad!

[floscopetv]

A #FridayFeeling sunrise @FloScope in homor of #SocialMediaDay Morning Wake Up @FloScope #talk #teach #travel http://FloScope.tv Joy, love, and an awesome view... FloScope.tv Morning Wake Up on #periscope LIVE in about an hour (6:12 AM EST NY/Miami) click here to connect: http://periscope.tv/Claesgens Moment of Love & Joy Today's thoughts & inspirations Beautiful & Magnificent views, and a loving connection with Sean #claesgens and the #FloScoper family on #FloScope Feel the love, joy, see the view, and make today amazing! Become a part of the FloScoper family... Something awesome to make your day! New to FloScope and/or Periscope? Get the app click here: http://periscope.tv/Claesgens then find and follow @claesgens please, be sure to follow with notifications on, then when you hear the whistle notification, point your scope at FloScope.tv comment with your name and where you are, tap those hearts to send your love, share it with friends, family and followers, and enjoy! http://FloScope.tv for more info and to learn more Want to support FloScope or tip Sean please Click here: PayPal.me/FloScope Or Gofundme.com/FloScope Some of our archived replays can be found on YouTube, see our over 550 archived replays check them out here: http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLN8IJzTrvPLxgnOyl7Y2xkSZVWLULNbMV #joy #love #humanity