#winning arguments

[thoughts-of-the-unheard]

im constantly torn between thinking that all words are made up and language is fake and nothing has a perfect definition and using definitions of words to win arguments 

[stoicmike]

You don't need to be right all the time -- in fact, you hardly ever need to be right. -- Michael Lipsey

[reversephysics]

Winning Argument (Mick x Reader) Imagines - Anonymous Request

Imagine:  Mick gets defensive about roasting a guy for hitting on you… *~*~*~*~*

“Brat.”

“Jerk.”

“Bitch.”

“Jackass.”

The heat between you and Mick practically sizzled the air, so much that it made the whole room unbearably hot.

Yet, two of you hardly cared.

Crossing your arms, you stood firm and held your ground. A defiant act that you knew would piss off the pyromaniac to no end. As if to prove your point, Mick glowered and took a step forward, his gigantic, lumbering frame hovering almost completely over you.

You raised your head to match his gaze.

“You know something,” he grumbled, baring his teeth. “You really piss me off.”

“I don't see why,” you snapped back. “It’s not like I did anything wrong.”

“And I did?”

Just hearing his words made you scoff. “You roasted a man alive.”

Literally.

The burn patient had to be hospitalized and, if what Rip told you was true, had to be placed in rehab.

Talk about overkill.

Not that Mick cared much.

There was a dark twinkle in his eyes when he received the news.

“You’re welcome,” he said, recalling his pleasant memory. “Now, if that's all you gotta say, get lost.”

He shoved past you and stomped away. Surprised, you stumbled and fell against a table, the corner jabbing right at your side. A sharp pain started.

Yet, you hardly noticed it as a dark, simmering anger boiled inside of you. For a moment, everything went red.

And then, the next thing you knew, your fingers wrapped around the edge of a cold metallic bowl and hurled it across the room. It bounced harmlessly off of the pyromaniac’s head; but, even so, he stopped mid-track and tensed.

His hard, veiny muscles rippled underneath his shirt.

While it was a view you found extremely hot, the dirty look he shot you over his shoulder was enough to drown out whatever attraction you held for him. Still certain, you crossed your arms once more and raised your head.

You dared him to hit you, smack you back.

You fuckin’ dared him.

His hands still clenched in fists, he slowly turned his body to face you.

Mick scowled. “Oh, you're gonna get it, girlie.”

Before you could ask the man what he meant, the pyromaniac was soon in front of you. He dipped down, wrapped his arm around your waist, hoisted you over his shoulder and stood up.

The sudden change in direction was enough to make you dizzy.

Shit, you cursed. For a big guy, he sure moves fast…

Still, you managed to somehow kick your legs and beat his back. Though you couldn't see him, you knew very well that he rolled his eyes.

You pounded his back harder. “Let me go…!”

“Not a chance,” he grumbled. “Brat.”

“You're so -- uuugghhhhhh!!”

You struggled more and more to slip out of his grasp; but, his grip just kept getting tighter. Almost to the point where you choked out your stomach’s contents.

When you refused to cease movement, Mick let out a derisive snort, reared his hand back and landed a hefty blow to your behind. A sharp sting radiated across your skin, rendering your left cheek sore.

You gasped. “What the hell was that for?!”

“It’s like I said, girly,” he turned on his heel and started down the hall, towards his room. “You're gonna get it…”

*~*~*~*~* Requested by: Anonymous Prompt: So, I was wondering if you could write a Mick Rory piece that involves a spanking??? Thank you ^_^

[magicpretzel]

Disclaimer: This may or may not work

[avertingtheflamewars]

Walking Away From a Conversation, Part 3: Expressing Your Wishes

Sometimes you’ll want to write your farewells when you leave a conversation.

It might be to let people know not to direct further conversation to you, or so you have something to hold yourself to when you’re tempted to re-enter the discussion.

If you’re leaving a conversation that has gotten tense, it can make your departure easier all around if you avoid putting forth arguments or criticisms on your way out.

Now, depending on the quality of the discussion when you opt out of it, people might gloat or judge you for disengaging from it. It can feel like you’re surrendering by leaving.

But if leaving means that the other person has won, then the concept of winning an argument is pretty ridiculous.

Sometimes the argument is happening in a place you think of as your turf -- like a tag you’re only used to sharing with a small group of people, a post you made, or even your messaging inbox. That makes it harder to leave, because you might need the people you’re arguing with to cooperate with you in dropping the discussion.

So, start by asking. Say something like, “Hey, I’m ready to stop having this conversation. Would you be willing to take it somewhere else?”

or, “I’m pretty burned out on this topic. Please don’t tag me or message me about it going forward.” Build the skill that is gently and persistently asking for space when you need it.

If repeated requests to end the conversation don’t work, try blocking the other person. Or if the website you’re on allows, block keywords related to the topic. If you can ignore someone entirely, that’s good too. They may get bored and go away.

They also might not.

If you can’t ignore someone, and they’re not responding to your requests to be left alone, that makes it pretty hard not to jump straight back into arguing aggressively on the topic you’re trying to drop.

When circumstances make it hard or impossible for you to avoid a person, you can always focus on continuing to make it clear that you’re done discussing the topic.

There’s a limit to how much you can do get others to leave you alone. But the more times and ways you can express your wishes without escalating a conflict, the better your chances are of being heard.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

[thirstygargoyle]

And then he said to me – this is honestly true – he said to me, ‘Well, you can prove anything with facts, can’t you?’† For a minute, I went, ‘Yeah.’ And then I thought, ‘Hang on! That’s the most fantastic way of winning an argument I’ve ever heard! “You can… I’m not interested in facts. I find they tend to cloud my judgement. I prefer to rely on instinct and blind prejudice.”’ […] † The cab driver actually said this. I think it is one of the single funniest sentences of all time. Its implications are endlessly terrifying, and endlessly hilarious. I wish it had been meant as a joke, but it wasn’t.

Stewart Lee, How I Escaped My Certain Fate: The Life and Deaths of a Stand-Up Comedian, 82.

[chiropterine]

Winning arguments

Thinking about having an argument with somebody you don't like

Me: *using high educated language being amazingly mature*

Me in real life: You're being mean to me. Please stahp.

[serendipityinglasshouses]

I wonder why winning  felt so much like losing  you.