Rin speaking English!!! Haruka trying to understand! Omg XD now we all knows someday, Rin can speak to us! O//.///o
It’s a shame some people can’t see past their “they’re weird which has to mean they’re evil” mentality, because the whole franchise has some great lessons on acceptance and parenting.
Reasons why I loved the Addams family even more once watching the TV show, they have so many good lessons on love, family and life. We need more families and people like them.
Rick O’Connell: a summary
someone asked for more of The Guardian
everything is your fault Lisa (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻ (I am never gonna get anything done with you around is2g)
It was a quiet night. Altair was in his chambers, reviewing some reports that had just come in from the border. The border had been a source on conflict lately, their neighbor was spoiling for war and when new information came in from the rangers stationed it needed to be reviewed as soon as possible and action needed to be taken.
As always Malik was with him, he only left Altair’s side when he slept, and even then it was just across the hall so he could sleep as well. He was sitting quietly, but ready to offer insight if Altair needed it. Which was of course the point of him. What good was a shadowling guardian if they couldn’t advise you?
"I take it isn’t good news, sire," Malik said.
"Never is," Altair said and rubbed his eyes, he was very tired.
"Perhaps you should deal with it properly in the morning? You’ve been awake all night," Malik suggested.
Altair breathed deeply, “Perhaps,” he said even as he got up, leaving the missive on his desk. Malik got up as well. The Falcon’s Cloak wrapped around him as he took off parts of his clothes, the Knife and the regalia of his office, stepping out of his shoes. Malik put the things away and helped Altair with his outer coat, though the Cloak stayed on like a scarf and hood. “See you in the morning, Malik,” he said and rubbed his face tiredly.
"Yes, your majesty," Malik said and Altair half frowned at him. Malik was too polite sometimes. Years spent together, still couldn’t make Malik just call him Altair when they were alone. It was so stupid too.
"Sleep well," Altair said, grabbing one of the straps on his armored chest and pulled him close a moment. Long enough for a goodnight kiss. As always Malik’s cheeks turned a slight shade of pink.
"You as well your-" Altair didn’t hear or see what made Malik stop but Malik suddenly shoved him down and back and in the same motion drew his falchion from his scarab. Altair moved to get out of the way in time to hear the hiss of steel on steel and he looked to the door where two men in black had come through without a sound.
Altair went for the Knife, opening the box it was in and strapping it to his arm. Hopefully he wouldn’t have to use it. The Cloak was a rigid set of linens around him like rockwool, the only armor he had. He stayed out of the way of the fight, this was why Malik was here; to protect him. He went around the edge of his room and by the time he’d made it to the door Malik had already dispatched one of his would-be assassins. Altair went into the hall and looked up and down it. “Guards!” he yelled, “Guards!” and from within his room he heard, hopefully, the last man fall to Malik’s blade. “Guards!” and then he heard a third body drop and Altair went cold.
He looked back into his room and rushed in when he saw Malik had keeled over, blood gushing from a wound in his chest. “Malik,” he grabbed him up.
"You’re safe," Malik said.
"And you’re not," Altair said sternly, trying not to panic. He pressed his hand against Malik’s wound urgently but blood seeped from around his fingers. He removed the Cloak and pressed it against the wound. "Malik," he said, eyes wide and frightened, "its going to be okay."
"Hmm?" Malik asked, fading. The Cloak was mostly red now, soaked in Malik’s blood.
"No no, don’t go," Altair said desperately as he heard multiple people running towards his room.
"I’m with you, Altair," he said.
"You idiot," Altair held Malik to him, trying to hold back the tears. "Don’t leave me," he said pressing his lips to Malik’s hair and temple. Malik didn’t reply. "Malik?" he asked and looked down at his guardian. The shadowling didn’t move the tears that had been threatening spilled over. "Malik!" he yelled just as the guards arrived.
THE MYSTERY OF DEVIL’S KETTLE FALLS
Look at the 2 waterfalls. One of them (the one to the left) seems to descend into a hole and disappear forever. Researchers have poured blue dye and ping ping balls into the fall to try and track where it goes, but no luck.
There a bunch of theories but no definite answer. No one is really sure where the water goes just yet
I thought this was just a thing for Jennifer’s Body
Oh nah, it’s a real thing too
when she tells you her bra size and you have no idea what the fuck it means
hell, I don’t know what my bra size means.
apparently what people have said about the second season of Free! scared me, because I just thought ‘okay, I have learned i can watch subbed anime and stitch if I’m careful- should I watch Free! Eternal Summer, or rewatch K project? Hrm. Well, I know what happens In K….’
What a choice, a fantastic twisty story about murder misery and politics or a sports anime with wet shirtless boys…
wait that is a hard choice.
I think I’m gonna watch sailor moon.