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i learned that there was an early 1900s act named “Sober Sue”, who’s draw was she never smiled. A theater offered $1000 to any one who could make her laugh, attracting big comedians. Crowds came out to watch them try, and fail, giving them a free show. Later it came out that Sue suffered from facial paralysis (x)
Actual queen.
me: *worries that I’m Evil and Manipulative and tries very hard every day to be a good person*
me: oh my god
me: I’m manipulating people into thinking I’m good
Taken from a friend of a friend.
This friend of mine has been very consciously raising her young daughter outside of stereotypical gender norms. They’ve done quite a number on my friend, and she’s like, “Nope, my kid’s life will be different.”
Her daughter is small for her age, and will probably remain small. This has affected her self-confidence. Earlier this year, my friend decided to tell her daughter a slightly sanitized version of Arya Stark’s journey in GoT, to basically demonstrate how a small girl could learn to be badass.
Six months go by, and the daughter turns from 5 to 6. Her mom asks her what she wants for her birthday. The daughter says, “I want to learn how to fight.” So my friend, who has zero martial arts experience, looks up a place, and they go there.
The moment they get there, my friend is thinking, “This may not be the right place.” It’s a Krav Maga/MMA gym. Lots of burly dudes beating the crap out of each other, basically. Not your kid-friendly karate dojo.
But she doesn’t want to tell her daughter that they have to leave because the place is filled with intimidating men – it would pretty much fly in the face of everything she’s trying to teach her. So she says, “Okay. I don’t know if they have a kid’s class here. Why don’t you go ask who the teacher is, and then ask them?”
So her daughter walks up to one dude, asks for the teacher, then gets pointed to this tattooed, musclebound dude with his head shaved and a goatee. As my friend put, “The guy looked like your bigger, meaner younger brother.”
She trails behind her kid a bit, ready to step in, and listens in. Her daughter walks up the guy and says, “Hi! Do you have classes for kids? I want to learn how to fight.”
The guy looks down at this wee little girl, and he says, “Uh, well, no, we don’t really. Maybe I can talk to your mom and suggest some places for you? This isn’t really a place for little girls.”
Her daughter reaches into her jacket pocket, pulls out a nickel, holds it out to the guy and says, “Valar morghulis.”
The guy takes the nickel, looks at it, then says, totally deadpan: “Valar dohaeris. Of course I can teach you.”
The mom comes over and says, “I thought you said you didn’t have kid’s classes?” The guy says, “We do now. Come into the office and we’ll work up a training schedule.” The mom: “Do you have any idea how much it’ll cost?” The guy holds up the nickel. “She’s already paid up.”
A great story about a little girl who wants to learn how to fight.
Check it out……
Train and fight!
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this man, abdul aziz, father of four, was at the new zealand mosque when the shooting happened and had nothing on him but a credit card reader that he picked up to throw at the terrorist. then, after dodging bullets, he hurled an empty gun he found at his windshield and shattered it, scaring him off and preventing many more lives from being taken. that’s an act of pure selflessness—his name deserves to be heard. there’s still good in the world.
https://www.theguardian.com/world/2019/mar/17/come-here-the-man-who-chased-away-the-christchurch-shooter
Ever talk to a man and been like…only porn coulda made you this dumb
where is he traveling
[Rayla narrating] Long ago, the Xadians and humans existed in harmony. Then, everything changed when the dark mages attacked. Only the Aaravatar, master of all 6 primal sources, could stop them. But when the world needed him most, he turned out to be kind of a [expletive deleted].
Generations later, the Dragon Prince and I discovered the new Aaravatar, a human prince named Callum. But although his sky magic skills are great, he has a lot to learn before he’s ready to save anyone. But I believe Callum can save the world.
[dramatic pause] With my help, of course.
i love my weeb elf daughter
I saw this picture on pinterest and these two came up on my mind.
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Trust Me || Rayllum Skater AU
Rayla groaned when she saw the crowd as she walked into the skate park. She never had enough room on days like this to work on her tricks.
After putting on her headphones and dropping her things in a quiet corner, she headed over to a mostly empty ramp with two boys on one side. The early spring air was warmer than she thought, and she tied her jacket around her waist before starting her warm-up, skating up and down the sides of the ramp and trying out a few easier jumps. Yesterday she almost got that varial heelflip before she got too tired, and now she was determined to land it perfectly.
“Whoa, Callum, look at her!”
Through the beat of her music, Rayla could hear one of the boys talking. She glanced over as she moved, seeing the shorter one in a red jacket tugging at his brother’s sleeve, pointing at her. Having been distracted for long enough to miss her jump, Rayla went back in the other direction without a trick, building up speed again and doing a simple heelflip. She was good at those by now, they were pretty easy anyway, but the younger boy still clapped excitedly as she landed.
She found herself smiling at his reaction, trying more tricks to look over and see him smiling in awe, his eyes sparkling as he watched her. She’d never liked entertaining kids before, but this one was just too adorable to resist.
It was only later when she started working on the varial heelflip again that she noticed his brother, the taller one around her age wearing blue. He was watching her with the same awe on his face, yet there was something else in his eyes beyond admiration. She couldn’t tell what it was, forced to look back down at her feet before she could get more than a quick glimpse of his expression.
She finally succeeded in getting the move down, whooping loudly when she landed, if a bit wobbly. She heard cheers from the two boys as well, who were now sitting on a bench near the edge so they were out of her way. The older one had a notebook out and kept looking between her and the page, as if he was drawing her.
“Hey, kid,” she called without thinking, pulling down her headphones so they were around her neck as she walked over. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”
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Heart of Xadia, Chapter 2 - Communication is Key
You’re staring off into space again.”
“Huh?” Callum jerks out of his thoughts, blinking.
King Harrow - his stepfather, he should say - laughs from across the table. It’s dinnertime here at the castle, and normally Callum’s more involved. It is the only time he has to freely talk to his parents, after all.
“He’s been doing that for days,” Ezran complains, “not even Bait has snapped him out of his thoughts.”
“Sounds like somebody has something to think about,” his mom, Sarai, says almost teasingly, her eyes sparkling, “or maybe someone?”
Callum flushes red, picking at his food with his fork to distract himself. Normally, his mom’s teasing doesn’t get to him(much), but her words hit so close to the truth it almost gives himself away.
“It isn’t like that,” he says defensively, “it’s just that, well, Claudia gave me something for my birthday and I’m still trying to figure it out. I guess I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“Oh, it’s magic again,” Ezran snorts. Ever since turning thirteen, his younger brother has become more snippety and sarcastic than before. Callum hopes it’s only teenage-related.
“I suppose magic is just as distracting as a beautiful girl,” Sarai says, sneaking a sly glance at Harrow as she says it.
“I suppose,” Harrow agrees, wrapping an arm around her.
Callum sighs, pushing his plate forward before standing up, “I’m leaving.”
“Have fun with your magic!” His mom calls after him as he walks away from the dining room. He rolls his eyes, walking down towards the entrance of the secret tunnels.
His mom is right, as always - it is a girl on his mind. A specific girl. A moonshadow elf.
Can they blame him, though? Elves were all but extinct nowadays, and the opportunity to actually talk to a real elf is one he could never pass up. Not to mention one of the six moonshadow elf assassins that really kickstarted the war - he has so many questions.
He had some answered over the past week. Although his time had been limited, he sneaks down into the corridors anytime he has a chance, if it means getting to talk to Rayla. Talking to her, learning more about the elves… it’s been a dream come true.
Fingers drum against his side as he hustles down the corridors, casting the occasional light spell to illuminate the dark hallways. He hardly remembers the path, as twisted as the halls are. Over the week, he’s gotten better at not making a wrong turn somewhere, but he’s still unsure.
Luckily, this time, he weaves through the tunnels easily, and arrives at the room he had dubbed the “mirror room” without distraction. The mirror sits against the wall, as always, the surface blank. Callum glances behind him, making sure he wasn’t followed - a habit, even though Viren was imprisoned months ago.
“Ilyin nostrum,” he whispers once again, drawing the runes in the air.
The mirror shimmers and then the room appears. Nothing has changed much, save for a rough sketch of him pinned to the wall facing him. Callum almost feels touched.
Rayla’s sitting facing her desk, her back hunched over. She doesn’t seem to have noticed him, so Callum lightly taps the mirror. Reminiscent of their first meeting, Rayla jumps, her head turning to give him a sheepish glance. She stands, picking up the piece of paper she had been writing on, and rushes over to him.
Callum waves, tugging his sketchbook out. He’s already written his first message, but before he can do anything, Rayla shakes her head. She holds her own paper up.
I HAVE A WAY FOR US TO COMMUNICATE BETTER, the paper reads in her messy handwriting.
Callum raises an eyebrow. She hasn’t said anything about an easier way to talk - although to be fair, he was going to ask, if only because he’s running out of paper in his sketchbook.
He tilts his head and nods, a silent means of communication.
Rayla offers another smile - one slightly more teasing, a smile that almost makes Callum question himself on her trustworthiness - before turning her back to quickly scribble something else down.
LARIGNA, the paper reads now, and underneath is a rune.
Callum frowns - a small part of his brain tells him that he really shouldn’t be trusting a moonshadow elf who had been trapped in a mirror for years - but nevertheless he draws the rune in the air. “Larigna.”
As soon as he speaks the words, a small tendril of purple seeps from the mirror. It curls around his head, producing a tingling sensation that has Callum shivering.
“…can you hear me?” A distinct, female voice asks.
Callum glances around him, confused, before turning back to the mirror. Rayla is looking at him curiously. She opens her mouth.
“Well, can you?” And the words line up so perfectly with her mouth…
“Rayla?” He asks aloud, staring her dead in the eyes.
“Callum,” she says back, her voice whimsical.
Briefly, he wonders how he can understand her - when they spoke through written words, they both used the language of magic. It must show in his face, because she chuckles - a musical sound - and sets her paper down.
“It’s the only spell I actually know. A communication spell. It lets the two people talk to each other no matter where they are or what language they speak.” She explains, crossing her arms in front of her.
“That’s… that’s really cool,” Callum grins at her, “I can’t believe we’re actually talking.”
“Says you,” Rayla says with a sigh, “I haven’t heard an actual voice in years.”
Although she doesn’t sound accusatory - not in the slightest- Callum still feels the smallest pang of guilt. When they first started talking, she had told him that the reason she felt no ill will towards him was because it wasn’t him who trapped her, but he still feels… well, bad that humans had stolen her from her normal life and imprisoned her.
Once again, his guilt must show on his face because Rayla’s expression softens. She tugs a chair towards her and takes a seat, “Come on, sad human. I think we left off on moonshadow magic.”
Although he still feels bad, Callum lets himself smile softly and sit down, legs crossing. “Right.”
so like of course the second i finish a series i gotta start making memes for it
Pidge: those two idiots are gonna end up setting something on fire, arent they
some bodyguard AU! he protecc, he attacc and he also gets recct sometimes lol
