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@amillionmuses
i dropped off my resume at this place at 1:15 and got called for an interview at 1:45 holy dang
Today I got interviewed, hired, and then given a dollar raise and a better store location because the interviewer “liked my attitude”
REBLOG FOR GOOD JOB GETTING KARMA COME ON GRAB A PIECE
Need immediately please
im in awe
So.
The Sound of Silence is probably one of my favorite songs ever. When speaking of the “true” Simon and Garfunkel version (as opposed to the version where they added background music to in post to make it more “pop radio”), it’s a song that gives me chills.
Disturbed is not a band that I really enjoy. I remember in college, my (now) wife gave me a copy of a Disturbed CD, because she had two for some reason. I tried to listen to it, I really did. Didn’t do anything for me.
But this? Holy fuck, this is stunning. This is amazing.
This gives me chills.
Holy shit, you have to listen to the whole sing.
I have chills.
Holy SHIT.
This is the band who did “Down With The Sickness”????
UM?????
If you stop before three minutes you’re missing the truly mind-blowing bit
Absolutely beautiful. I had chills.
DUDE!
Ok, it got a reblog out of me there at the end.
Fhdjf DUDE
The vocal range on this guy. THE VOCAL RANGE ON THIS FUCKING GUY.
I fuckin love Disturbed and always loved it when they did covers. This is amazingggg
i fucking love this video and i fucking love david draiman and his voice
You Are Going To Have So Much Success In 2018 (pass it on)
I nearly scrolled past, but I got nervous
Take the idea that white people don't have spirit animals/animal spirit guides
And get it the fuck off my dash. Jfc.
Fading to Dust from Dis
Send me ‘Fading to Dust’ for my muses reaction to watching yours die right in front of them.(Music: You Are My Sunshine, music box version.)Dis hadn’t seen the orc approach until it was too late. Fili was sitting quietly in the clearing of the forest, working away at a circlet of stems and leaves.“I’m making this one for you, momma, then I’m gonna make one for uncle and Kee for when we go home.”“That’s very nice of you, little lion.”The sun was dipping low on the horizon, just enough where Dis knew they had to start heading back home to miss the dark. But Fili was happy to finally get alone time with his mother, and the smile he gave her shone brighter than the sun’s reflection on his golden hair. They had been through a lot together after the death of his father and the birth of Kili, the new light of both of their worlds.Dis was just about to call out for Fili, when a sharp jab of pain entered her ribs. She held the wound tightly as she stumbled forwards. “Fili,” She huffed out, turning to look for the attacker. “Fili, go hide.”Another arrow flew past her. Dis took up her sword, trying to shield Fili from any hits. An orc appeared from the trees, firing off another arrow that managed to reach Dis’s abdomen. The pain became so overwhelming, her body seemed to block out all feeling, leaving her temporarily numb. She ran forwards in a rush of adrenaline, her sword swinging heavily at the orc, who blocked the blows with his bow. He threw hits back, - faster than Dis could handle in her condition, aiming for the arrows he had managed to hit her with, leaving her writhing on the ground.The orc stepped closer to Fili, who had been standing in a state of shock. He was unable to process the situation - and, if he did, his body wasn’t cooperating. He was trapped. As the creature was swinging his bow down at the small dwarfling, Dis managed to cut her sword deep into his spine; and with a horrid screech, the monster collapsed.Dis dropped her weapon and her attention focused back on her wounds. It would be unwise to pull the arrows out without the presence of a healer, but every time she moved or breathed, it was like she was being scrapped and stabbed from the inside. One of the wounds had already began bleeding heavily because of the orc’s hit.“Momma?” Fili finally cried, gently tugging at her arm. His eyes were wide and scared, looking up into her pale face. He could feel bile rising in his throat. She had to be alright… “Momma, let’s go home. Kee is waiting for us.”Dis didn’t reply. Instead, she took Fili’s little hand and began walking forwards, wanting desperately to make sure he got home, if it were the last thing she did.The sun was almost gone now. The forest was darkening, and the path seemed all the more winding and confusing, especially with the blood loss Dis suffered. But she had to get home, had to get Fili home. Kili was waiting for them, her little baby; and Thorin was waiting for them. Where was she, again?“Momma,” Fili called again, moving closer to Dis’s cooling body, the unfinished circlet of leaves and stems still clutched tightly in his other hand. The temperatures had dropped. He was shivering slightly, eyes squinting in the dark. “We’ve been walking a long time. Are we almost home?”Home. She had to get Fili home. Dis continued dragging along, the path they took long gone. Finally she fell to the ground, her head heavy and body hurting.“I can’t walk any more,” She slurred, voice raspy and dry. “I can’t go anymore. Hurry back, Fili, I’ll catch up.”“But I-I don’t know how to ge-get home…” Fili stuttered. Large tears raced down his cheeks, but he felt like his mind was going numb again, like it didn’t want to fully accept what was happening. “Momma?”Dis didn’t respond. She lay still in the grass, glazed eyes staring up at Fili.“Uncle,” Fili called out into the darkness, hoping they might be close enough that someone would hear. “Someone, help!”But there was no response. Fili shivered harder, his hands tightening around the circlet. The cold was cutting through him and the trees suddenly didn’t feel as welcoming as they did. There was no path to take him back to his family, no light to see, no warm face to tell him everything would be alright. The little prince laid down next to his mother, holding the crown of leaves to his chest as he curled up into a ball. Surely they’ll be found…
OH MY GOD IM CRYING SO HARD
I REREAD IT AND IM CRYING AGAIN
FUCKIN NERD
send me ❛ fuckin’ nerd ❜ for this.
how my muse clicked with yours : immediately┆almost right away┆slowly┆after several interactions┆they haven’t a thought my muse has about yours : she’s too fond of not allowing me things i wanta strange thought my muse has about yours : this woman could teach me how to kill things professionally, couldn’t she?a thread/plot i’d like for our muses : n/a
amillionmuses:
Shit. Rosa with weapons was bad enough, Rosa without weapons OR her supervision would be terrifying.
“… Fine”
“Good.” Yes. It was good always managing to get what she wants.
"You do realise you're the reason I have grey hairs, right?"
Stubborn, definitely a royal. With any luck Rosa'd pick up a sword and give in at the first ouchy. That being said, she had a distinct feeling that wasn't the case
==> Four vs. Six
“What the–?!”
Did he just spit a cloud at her? Riiva was ready to destroy him was she not busy analysing how her strikes fell. The desires effect, he was definitely hurt. The rush, the thrill of victory that started pumping in her veins felt good, until a tingling began in the cut upon her lip, along her cheek, and then. Oh god. Fuck, her eyes burned!
The scream was evidently not human, double pitched and painful as she took two steps back and crouched, a whole four hands going to her eyes, rubbing frantically. It felt like spiders with bladed legs were crawling along the open cuts, and the woman could only marginalia keep track of her surroundings enough to hear him move and then grunt in pain. Good. He hurt. She could abuse that. Forcing herself up to standing her middle hands grasped each other, and her veins began to glow a vivid blue.
“Dhanvantari, bring your blessing” she murmured, feeling the magic strain past the agony to clear her eyes. They were damaged, definitely so, but she could make out shaped, and some details. Not much more than a decent blur though. And only enough that she could crouch and suddenly leap at him, arms braced ready to strike as soon ads they made contact.
Vynirakk smiled before running his tongue over his many, many fangs. She was surprised. That pleased him to no end, it almost made up for the throbbing pain in his thorax. Truth be told he got most with that trick no one expected to be spat in in a fight. The problem was that it was a one use trick. Very few fell for it twice.
His smug satisfaction was quickly cut down however when she began to scream. Not because she was screaming, that was great. He was now less than pleased - and perhaps even worried - because he’d only ever heard a scream like that once… And what followed was less then fucking pleasant.
His eyes picked up the glowing in her veins but his mind couldn’t process what it was. Bio-luminescence? He wondered. That was an odd trait - for what he presumed to be a mammalian - to have. He wouldn’t know how stupid that thought was. Not yet anyway. She appeared to be able to see him, that was not great. How well she could see was up for debate but he wasn’t going to be the one debating it.
She was quick to launch herself clearing the impressive distance between them with apparent, and worrying ease. He knew how strong she was and he knew how comparatively weak he was. He could dodge he guessed but she was quick enough to attack again.
Maybe… He wondered. He had an idea but it would mean taking another hit. He sighed a little. Vynirakk crouched into the sand bracing himself with the upper pair of insectile limbs and his bipedal legs. One pair of arms formed a cross block in front of his face and that was all he could think of doing to defend himself. Now he might not have been strong, the silk he could produce on the other hand was. He could blend several types in his body at great speed, thank goodness for small mercies. His lower insectile legs swung round either side and with the help of his free hands he began to spin and throw thick, sticky strands up into the air right into her flight path. The stuff was designed so that upon contact with anything but chitin it’d stick and solidify rapidly binding anything touched.
She’d collide with him that was almost a given, he couldn’t see her changing direction mid jump… Though he’d not thought of that contingent. He just hoped that this stuff was strong enough to delay her if not bind some of her limbs completely.
Here came the impact…
The crowd was losing their collective shit, roaring and goading and encouraging. They'd never seen a creature like their champions opponent, and the two and for between the pair was riling the crowd wonderfully. They expected a slaughter, and here this stranger was giving as good as he got.
Her eyes burned, the blurs were only just enough to guide by, but there was no way for her to even see his trap thrown in her path. No way to be warned until she felt the soft silks make contact with her skin. In instinct she went to tear at them, to brush them away, but not only was this a doomed effort as the substance hardened, not only did it serve to further entangle her, but without focusing on him she merely collided without any attack prepared.
It was strong, confusing and angering her as she struggled in the dirt, blind and furious. Riiva's eyes were doing all they could to heal faster, clear her vision so she could see but it'd be another few minutes before that. Minutes she wasn't sure if she had.
Listen up. There is literally an app that can help you avoid self harm and I don’t know why we aren’t talking about it.
Calm Harm can be tailored to your needs and will provide strategies to help you get past those crucial moments of wanting to harm.
It’s also totally FREE.
once again, it’s called CALM HARM
SIGNAL FUCKING BOOST
WHY WOULD YOU NOT REBLOG. IDGAF ABOUT YOUR BLOG THEME
For anyone that needs this!
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I've been thinking and okay, Hannibal could have totally seduced Will by saving an orphan puppy from a burning building all shirtless and heroic like. But no, he had to be extra, he had to frame Will for murder and eat people. You tried too hard Hannibal, should have just got the dude a dog.
I'm p sure Hannibal is more of a cat guy? Idk
"Injured again, Captain?" Zoe raised an eyebrow. (*waves*)
“Well what can I say? I’m a bit reckless,” he admitted, holding his side where he had been cut. It was a duel and though he got a fair gash on his side the other man was far worse off.
“Come, sit” she calmly led him to the table, getting out her things. “Would you prefer your shirt cut or taken off?”
“Whichever works for you, lass… I did do a number on myself… but I assure you, my assailant won’t have the chance to find any help.”
“Ill just cut, the blood needs stopped soon as” she murmured, nodding to an aid to bring her her big, wooden mortar and pestle.
The crack in it had grown since their last visit, a metal band round it preventing a full split, holding each half together tight as she threw a handful of some sweet smelling leafy herb in.
Turning to him, her knife worked smoothly through the fabric, and she had a clean rag pressed to the wound in moments.
Killian leaned back and allowed her to do what she needed to do. He knew the cut was a bit deep, but it wasn’t the worst that he had in his life. He had lost his hand after all.
He grimaced a little when she put the rag to the wound. “So, how bad is it?”
"I'd really rather it not have gone so deep, but it'll heal. Stitches first, they can be taken out after a little while. By me, not your first mate with a penknife" the last part of the sentence she glanced at him with a reassuring smile.
As she worked, her stitching was even, neat, and her free hand steadily drawing the pain away probably helped too. "I feel like I've seen more of your blood than your heart does these days"
“This is my family. I found it, all on my own. It’s little, and broken, but still good. Yeah, still good.” Lilo & Stitch (2002) dir. Chris Sanders and Dean DeBlois
It's Valentine's Day! Send one of the following for a scenario:
💐 - Handing over a bouquet of flowers
💳 - Taking my muse to an expensive restaurant
🌅 - Observing the sunset together
🎭 - Watching a romantic film at the movies
🍫 - Feeding my muse chocolate-covered fruits
💕 - Asking my muse out on a date
🕯️ - Having a candle-lit, homemade dinner
❣️ - Proclaiming your love to my muse
👐 - Massaging my muse’s back
🚢 - Going on a one-day cruise
💌 - Writing a love letter
💃- Dancing to a slow song
💋 - Having a first kiss
🎁 - Buying gifts for each other
💞 - Having a double-date
💍 - Proposing to my muse
00:00:00 (from Sara, any verse :3)
In a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they’ll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muses reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours.@amillionmuses
Frank had never been bothered by the numbers on his wrist. He always thought it was a load of BS, even though his parents and also some of his old friends had found their soulmate. Sometimes the numbers went back up, sometimes the countdown went by faster. It had never gone so low, that he would’ve paid attention to the people he met. And he met a lot of people. Some good, some bad. Most of them bad..
He was now at a local bar, enjoying his whiskey, when he glanced at his wrist. It was only a matter of minutes, when he would meet his soulmate. He frowned. Now that the time was coming closer, he wasn’t so sure, if he wanted to meet his soulmate or not. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to know what they looked like, what they were like of their personality, or even gender. Of course, he hoped it to be a woman.. But he could never be sure. Maybe if he went outside for a cigarette, he would be able to buy some more time, he thought. So, he emptied his glass and headed outside. He sighed and shook his head, getting his cigarettes from his pocket. He took one between his lips and as he was lighting it up, a taxi stopped in front of the bar. While the numbers on his wrist went to 00:00:00, a woman got out of the taxi, making Frank glance at her.
Frank raised an eyebrow. “A'ight.” He nodded and took a last puff of his cigarette, before stubbing it out with his foot too. “Ladies first.” He smiled, opening the door for her. He stepped inside after her and walked to the bar. “What’ll it be? I’ll have jack on the rocks, double.” He said to the bartender, then turned to Sara.
“Kentucky bourbon, straight double” Sara nodded to the barman, pulling out a stool. “IS this your local?” She asked curiously, glancing around.
Frank sat next to her and shook his head. “Not really. I moved int’ town just a couple weeks ago, actually.” He said. He paid for both drinks. “Well.. Here’s t’ finally meetin’ ya.. Soulmate.” He smiled and clicked his glass with hers. “Never thought i’d find my soulmate here.” He said and sipped his drink.
“I just never thought I’d meet mine” she confessed, “my family doesn’t have much of a great track record with that.”
She wasn’t sure what else to say, really. She could go into a whole explanation of her past and just how many shades of weird she was… maybe not.
Frank nodded. “Truth is, i’ve been actually avoidin’ it. Never really believed in it, even though my parents were soulmates an’ some of my old mates found theirs.” He said with a shrug. “Yet, here we are..” He smiled, looking over at her.
“I guess even I get proved wrong from time to time” Sara joked, before glancing over his shoulder when someone entered the bar. “Crap…” she muttered
@amillionmuses
Frank chuckled and shrugged a little. “Everybody does.” He said and sipped his drink. He raised an eyebrow. “What is it?” He asked.
"Ex" she murmured, adjusting slightly so Frank now blocked the other man's chance of seeing her somewhat. Cowardly? Perhaps. Less fuss? Definitely.
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“Not huge… I’d only pin you for 6 foot” she quipped back contemplatively, before her lips curled into a devilish grin. She’d only come in to speak to the bartender about the job he’d needed done, but Sara couldn’t see why she had to leave immediately. After all, the stranger was hardly bad looking.
“But I reckon it might help your cause of you introduced yourself first” the hunter teased
She had a sense of humor! At the quip of how tall he was Chris couldn’t stop the grin on his face before laughing. This girl had attitude and he was thrilled with that! And on top of that she wasn’t saying no so far, so that was a good sign in his opinion.
“Hahaha! Fair point, i’ll give you that. And a point for guessing my height right. I’m Chris.” he grinned holding a hand out to her.
"Sara" she returned, eyes sparking as she smiled at him. Her fingers lightly squeezed his hand as she returned the shake, and Sara took a seat at the bar. So far so good with the stranger, and she was determined to enjoy it.
"This your local?"
@amillionmuses liked for a starter
Chris was nursing on his second drink so far. Mostly it was just to give him a bit of liquid courage to go up to the woman who had come in. Honestly she had caught his eye the moment she had walked in, but going straight up to her seemed like too hasty of plan. Waiting too long would result in a missed opportunity.
Finally feeling he couldn’t sit by anymore and deciding just to wing it Chris finished off the last bit of his drink and made his way over to her.
“Hi. Would i come off as a huge creep if i offered to buy you a drink?” he chuckled as he came up to her.
"Not huge... I'd only pin you for 6 foot" she quipped back contemplatively, before her lips curled into a devilish grin. She'd only come in to speak to the bartender about the job he'd needed done, but Sara couldn't see why she had to leave immediately. After all, the stranger was hardly bad looking.
"But I reckon it might help your cause of you introduced yourself first" the hunter teased
“I didn’t know what love was until I kissed him.”
