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shankss-magnificent-ass · 9 months

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Imagine Shanks teaching you how to use a sword part 2

FYI, in case it wasn't obvious, IDK anything about fencing, or swords fighting other than the point bit goes in the other feller.

Shanks: Can I offer you a piece of advice?

You: Sure.

Shanks: I think you'd benefit from widening your stance, it'd enable you to move around easier, especially since you like to use your weight to throw your opponent off balance.

You: Like this? *Shifts your feet apart*

Shanks: No, like this *grabs your hip, and kicks your legs further apart* Now try a few moves.

You: *tries to focus on your sword, but can't because he's kneading your skin*

Shanks: No, no, you're far too stiff * Pulls you against his chest, leaning over you slightly to guide your hands in a fluid motion* See, you keep locking up your elbows at the wrong time.

You: Okay, so like this? *Steps away from him and goes through the motions*

Shanks: Perfect, *Ruffles your hair* wanna try it against me?

You: *Has to deliver a message to Whitebeard* Alright, that's the message, I'll skedaddle now.

Whitebeard: Is that what you think? That I'll let you go, just like that?

You: *nods with confidence* Yep, just like that.

Whitebeard: Gurararara! No, but I'm glad to see Shanks sent me such an interesting crewmate. *Reaches for you*

You: *pulls your sword* Don't touch me!

Whitebeard: Oh, you think you can take me, little one?

You: Seeing as I just started learning two weeks ago, and I've never seen real combat? No.

Whitebeard: Gurararara!, then you're not a threat at all.

You: No. *lowers your sword* But I really don't like being touched by people I don't know.

Whitebeard: That's fair and fine... Who's been teaching you then?

You: Shanks.

Whitebeard: Shanks really? He's never taken a student before.

You: He says I've got natural talent, but I believe he was just trying to be nice.... or get into my pants, I can't tell.

Marco: It's always a bit hard to tell with him.

You: tell me about it, one minute he's grabbing my hips and the next he's ruffling my hair and treating me like a kid. It's very confusing.

Marco: He's the King of mixed signals.

You: Tell me about it.

Whitebeard: Listen, I'm bored and itching for a good fight, so I'm going to hold you here to draw Shanks here. But while you are here how about my boys and I give you a few lessons and help you with your training.

You: Do I have a choice?

Whitebeard: uh-uh

You: fine then, but I want a room to myself.

Whitebeard: I'll have a guest room prepared for you, but let's figure out your skill level in the meantime?

You: uh, sure I guess.

Whitebeard: Ace, get em

Ace: *Jumps at you with his swords from one of the sail yards*

You: *shrieks like a lunatic as you evade his rapid attacks*

Whitebeard: Good good, you're really light on your feet for a rookie.... st-... Stop running away and fight!

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jackalspine · 9 months

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I made Danny Photon meme for the lore I made up in the shower lol

#jackal shenanigans #danny phantom #danny photon #skeh #9/17/23 #dp #dani phantom

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zhansww · 2 months

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beesbeesbees42 · 3 months

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Every instance of One I could find in the new episode!!!

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desertpups · 9 months

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Ottawa! Thank you for having me last night performing at @Cityfolkfest, it was so good to be back. Such a beautiful night for it 🖤

📷 @ruthlessimagery

#hozier #andrew hozier byrne #unreal unearth tour #unreal unearth tour Ottawa 9/17/23

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jtl-fics · 8 months

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Math nerd au for WIp Wednesday 🥰

WIP Wednesday - 9/27/23 (Closed)| Math Nerd AU

The drive to the airport is quiet and Neil sleeps through the entire process of Moreau getting out of the car but wakes when he shuts the car door. Moreau has the good grace to look as if he had stepped in it.

Neil rolls down the window, "Muscle memory." Moreau says.

"It's fine." Neil waves it off but Andrew glowers from behind him. "Text me-"

"When I land. Got it." Moreau says and moves to head towards the airport before he stops and turns back, "Thank you." he says and Andrew can see how unexpected it was in the way that Neil freezes. "I like California and the Trojans." he adds.

#Math Nerd AU #AFTG #AFTG AU #Andreil #Jean Moreau #Math Nerd - Leaving Evermore - 17 #WIP Wednesday Ask Game #9-27-23 WIP Wednesday #9

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cada-sonrisa-que-finjas · 2 months

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Habrá un lugar donde voy a guardar todo y todo quedará de tal manera que cuando lo vea la nostalgia aparezca.

-Galimatías🥀

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mr-stottlemonk · 3 months

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made a timeline for monk tv for the folks cause it makes no sense sometimes.

[more in the tags]

[update: stottlemeyer's timeline found here]

#tried my best #math really churned itself out here #fic writing resources ahoy #feel free to use <3 #monk 2002 #monk 2002 timeline #this only counts adrian's age #i got tired of plotting a fic and going “errr wait when does this happen and does this thing im mentioning fit with this period of time???”#esp now that im going crazy about pre-series monk ideas #monk wiki says stottlemeyer is 17 YEARS OLDER THAN MONK #im just??? wot???#how can... that makes no sense. how can stottlemeyer be 81 and the head of security for some rich ass guy in mr. monk's last case? it dont #add up at all. ive always headcanoned that stottlemeyer is like 6-9 years older than monk #what were the writers thinking these ages are wacky #trudy is 4 years younger than monk too.#if we follow how she died when she was 34 #and theyd been married for 7 years... that makes her 27 but like. they met in uni. what age were they then???#monk def had to be 23-24 when he met trudy. which makes her 20 :“)#its whack man. making sense of this makes my head hurt #anyway im here to stop all that suffering #here we go #A BETTER TIMELINE #ill update with stottlemeyer's own age timeline soon :>

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ajpendragon · 8 months

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Doubts

John blinked vigorously to clear his vision, forcing the two projections floating in front of him to merge back into one. A flick of his finger and the ship schematics spun in front of him, faster than he had intended it to. The movement threw him off balance, a rare occurrence in zero gravity, only possible because of his exhausted state. He drifted back into the wall, colliding with it roughly.

“John, it has been roughly 72 hours since you last slept. It would be wise to take a break. You are too tired to be any use at the moment.”

“I’m fine, EOS. I have to check everything. All of us are going to be on that ship, and I won’t risk a repeat of last time. I can’t risk my brother’s lives like that. I have to make sure it’s safe.” He continued stubbornly glaring at the schematics, even as his vision swam in front of him. His arms felt too heavy to move, and if he weren’t free-floating in space, he would have been collapsed on the floor.

The hologram flickered out, and he knew EOS had put her foot down. She would not allow him to work any more, even when he desperately wanted to. “You need to rest. You will be of no use to your brothers if you continue on like this. You look awful, and you are so tired you can barely function.” Her voice softened slightly. “Working yourself to exhaustion to avoid thinking about your problems is not healthy, John.”

He pulled himself slowly down the hallways towards his bed, conceding the fight. He was too tired to argue, and that in itself was clear proof that EOS was right. He never gave up on an argument if he could help it.

John knew exactly what the chances of finding their father still alive were. The likelihood that they were going on a rescue mission was slim to none. People didn’t survive on their own in deep space for as long as Jeff had been gone. All they were likely to find was a body. They had to go, he knew that. To finally have an answer after all these years would be worth everything. But if anything he could do would make it safer, he had to try. Dad wouldn’t have wanted them to recklessly risk their lives on the very unlikely chance that he was still alive.

John had not been good enough to save his father.

His brothers were all he had left.

And he refused to lose them too.

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Alan clutched the photograph tightly in his hand. There weren’t many paper pictures left, most saved on computers and phones now, but this one was special. Each of his brothers had one as well, but his was the most well-worn. Everyone else didn’t need the picture as much, having enough clear memories of Dad that it wasn’t as necessary for them, but he did. He had been too young to remember much when Dad disappeared, and with the years, the few memories he had faded. He knew that Scott looked like Dad, everyone said so, but what they never mentioned was the little scar on the corner of Dad’s chin, just barely visible in the photo.

They didn’t mention how his eyes looked so much like Gordon’s, or how his smile reminded them of John. They never mentioned the smile lines around his mouth just like Virgil’s. In fact, as Alan stared at the picture, he could see each of his brothers there. Everyone except himself. Each of his brothers remembered when Dad was around, too. They had dozens of stories, which Alan had heard many times over the years. They knew where they fit in the family with Dad there. They remembered a life with him.

But Alan hadn’t. He didn’t remember his Dad more than bits and pieces, and he was pretty sure most of those memories were from his brothers’ stories. He couldn’t remember a time before. He knew he was a capable astronaut, pilot of Thunderbird 3, valued member of International Rescue, but with his Dad home, where did he belong? His piloting skills couldn’t measure up to someone like the great Jeff Tracy. He was still young. What if Dad pulled him off rescues? Alan had proved himself to Scott, but his dad wouldn’t know that. All he would remember was the child he had left behind.

He curled up on his bed, still grasping the photograph tightly. His father’s face stared back at him, his smile now feeling mocking instead of the comfort it usually was. What would Dad say when they found him? Would he even remember him? Would he be proud of him, or disappointed in what he had become?

He wanted Dad home, there was no question about that.

He just hoped that he wouldn’t be a disappointment next to the child Dad remembered.

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Gordon flipped the light on, banishing the shadows to the corners of the room. He wasn’t sleeping anyways, so might as well do something. A book was picked up and just as quickly tossed aside, unable to hold his attention. He tried jumping jacks, continuing until his breathing came heavy, but he was no more ready for sleep now than he was before. He briefly considered pranking one of his brothers, but quickly discarded that idea. They needed their sleep, and he wasn’t thoughtless enough to deprive them of it. He ended up settled cross-legged on the floor, staring at his fish tank, watching the animals drift slowly through the water.

The motion, though calming, wasn’t enough to occupy his entire mind, and the shadows began to creep back in. Ever since he had found the beacon, he had been fighting them off, but they continued to return, only growing stronger in the dark of night. No matter what he told them, they refused to leave, doubts long-hidden that had not been forgotten with time, only buried.

What if Dad was didn’t want him? He was the odd one out, the only aquanaut in a family of pilots. While the rest of his family had spent their entire lives attempting to leave the ground behind, with varying degrees of success, he had embraced the restraint of earth. Water was his element, not air. He hated flying. He hated space.

Dad had never said anything to dissuade him from his passion, but he had never encouraged him either. Maybe he had been hoping time would cure Gordon of the foolish notion of remaining earth-bound. It probably should have. The rest of the family was so connected, so similar in their desires, their wants, their loves. But no matter how much they tried to convince him otherwise, Gordon knew the truth. His father’s shadow stretched over everything he did. He had made a place, a name for himself while Dad was gone, but with him back?

He didn’t belong.

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Virgil settled his headphones more securely over his ears, adjusting his position on the bench. It wasn’t often that he played his electric piano, much preferring the grand in the family room. The sound was better, and there was always a brother or two around to share it with, but tonight felt like a night to be alone. They were each processing in their own ways, him as much as anyone. He and his father had never gotten along as well as some of his brothers, Virgil reminding Jeff too much of what he had lost.

But they had shared some loves. Jeff had loved music, not as much as Lucy and Virgil, but he had some favorite songs. Lucy had recorded him one night, hiding the camera in the corner to catch his singing, something he never would have done if he had known he was being watched. It was an odd choice for an astronaut’s favorite song, but Jeff had always been a realist. He knew the dangers to be found in space, but he felt compelled to go anyways. It was worth the risk to him.

Of course, the risk hadn’t just taken a toll on him, but on his children as well. Especially now that they knew there was a chance he could still be out there, the song held a whole new meaning. Virgil pressed the start button on the recording, settling his hands on the keys as he played accompaniment to his father’s voice.

Can you hear, can you hear, can you hear my voice?

Coming through, coming through, coming through the noise

The recording continued, Virgil fighting back tears to be able to see the keys. He could imagine his dad singing the same song out in the vastness of space, hoping desperately that someone would hear him. That someone would save him.

It's so dark, it's so dark out here in space

And it's been so long, been so long since I've seen a face

My eyes are shut but I can see

The void between you and me, mm

And I feel, and I feel like I'm going insane

Virgil could only imagine what it would do to someone to live for so long on their own. When they first found out there was a chance Dad was still alive, he had done a deep dive into all the medical research he could find with any bearing on their situation. He knew the effects of low or no gravity on a human’s body, and how to help. He knew what to do if Dad hadn’t been eating enough, how to rebuild a body after prolonged nutrient deficiency. But there wasn’t enough research on what solitary confinement did to a person’s mind. He knew it was bad, that it had been banned as a punishment for years for a reason, but no one knew how to fix the damage it caused.

He didn’t know how to fix it, and he didn’t know how to deal with that. He was supposed to be the one who fixed everything, and he couldn’t let everyone down. His brothers were believed in him. His dad was counting on him.

He didn’t know if he believed in himself.

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Scott pushed himself harder, forcing his limbs to cooperate and propel him even faster down the path. His brothers would have tried to stop him from running at night, but they had all gone to bed hours ago, and he had needed the release. His thoughts were too loud to allow him to sleep, and so he forced himself to go even faster, hoping to leave them behind.

What if Dad didn’t approve of what he had done with International Rescue?

His brothers risked their lives almost daily. What would Dad say when he found out about that?

Tracy Industries now was quite different than it was when Dad left. Scott had done his best, but some of the decisions he had made weren’t very popular. What if his dad didn’t agree with them either?

He ran harder.

What if he had made a mistake in allowing Alan to join on rescues? True, they had needed another astronaut after Jeff’s disappearance, but he was still so young.

What about the scars that each of his brothers bore, both on their skin and on their hearts? He should have been the one to bear those. They never should have had to. What would Dad say when he saw them?

It didn’t seem to matter how fast he went. He couldn’t outrun the voices. They grabbed onto him, closing his throat and tightening in his chest, cutting off his breathing. They took the face of his father, fuzzy and distorted by time, all glaring at him, shouting the same thing. “I’m disappointed in you, Scott. You failed me.”

Scott collapsed to his knees, clasping his hands over his ears to drown out their shouts. All the fears he had fought for years were coming back to haunt him. All the decisions he had made questioned. All the thoughts that kept him awake at night crowded forward at once, demanding to be addressed.

No. Scott pushed himself to his feet, refusing to buckle under the pressure. It didn’t matter what Dad said when they got him back. They were going to get him anyway. It didn’t matter if it was hard or dangerous. They were International Rescue, and that’s what they did. It didn’t matter if the person they were searching for didn’t approve of them. They saved people. And they were going to save their dad.

If he hated Scott when they found him, then so be it. Scott knew he had done what was right, and he could live with a clear conscience, and the knowledge that his brothers were alive because of him. He had done his best, but if his father couldn’t see that, he didn’t know what he would do.

If his father hated him, he didn’t know if he could live with it.

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The next night, wrapped in the warm arms of their father, doubts were laid to rest, and they all knew they would be okay.

Dad didn’t hate him.

He wasn’t a failure.

He was worth believing in.

He belonged in this family.

He wasn’t a disappointment.

He was good enough.

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He was finally home.

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arctic-hands · 1 year

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The subject came up today and I can't decide so I'm throwing it out there because I don't give a fuck and also having survived all of this kinda makes me sound like a badass

#my life sounds exciting here but between the exciting parts it's really quite boring #ages:#8. 9. 10? 16. 17. 18. 21 I think. 23. 27. still living #near death experience #also it may have been category one but Wikipedia described Isaias as devastating so there #i want to say it was the dogs because even as scary as the too-close tornado was I really felt like I was staring down death that moment #but also is that fair in the face of everything else I've survived?#fuck it why not set it for a week I'm curious about what other people think of my life #also that tornado was less than a block away but mostly stayed in the soy field. ripped off some of the roofing of the house tho #it was either EF0 or EF1 I forget but obvs I didn't know that while hunkering down #turns out tornadoes really DO sound like trains and the air gets a bit thin #or maybe I was just panicking lol #also when my heart nearly stopped I was forced to watch while unable to speak as they readied the shock paddles which. uh. wow #luckily (?) my heart shot back up to two hundred plus beats per minute #but I lived bitches. thru everything #mecore #i don't feel awkward asking about this bc I'm p sure I've talked about all of these at various points here

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xlntwtch2 · 9 months

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from this AP News article, printed Sept. 17, 2023...

"...However you slice the numbers, the gap between CEO pay and rank-and-file workers at all three companies is gigantic.

At GM, the median worker pay was $80,034 in 2022. It would take that worker 362 years to make Barra’s annual compensation.

At Ford, where the media pay $74, 691, it would take 281 years.

At Stellantis, with a median pay of 64,328 euros, it would take 365 years, although the company noted its its annual report that the disparity includes expenses related to Tavares’ one-time grant. Excluding that, the pay ratio is 298-1.

How extreme that disparity? It depends on the comparison.

It’s far above the typical pay gap at S&P 500 companies, which was 186-1 according to AP’s annual CEO pay survey, which uses data analyzed by Equilar.

And it’s astronomical by historical standards. According to a study of the 350 largest publicly traded U.S. firms by the left-leaning Economic Policy Institute, the CEO-to-Worker pay ratio was just 15-1 in 1965...

...for that worker to make Musk’s “realized compensation” that year, it would take more than 18,000 years."

tl/dr...

'gigantic' and 'far above' and 'astronomical' differences between CEO compensation and workers salaries says it all

#about the UAW strike #9/17/23 #ap news #pay gap

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disneynerdpumpkin · 7 months

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~ Scriptures about forgiveness ~

Matthew 6:15 "But if you do not forgive others their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses."

Ephesians 4:32 "Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you."

Colossians 3:13 "Bearing with one another and, if one has a complaint against another, forgiving each other; as the Lord has forgiven you, so you also must forgive."

Daniel 9:9 "To the Lord our God belong mercy and forgiveness, for we have rebelled against him."

Romans 3:23 "For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God."

Proverbs 10:12 "Hatred stirs up strife, but love covers all offenses."

Micah 7:18 "Who is a God like you, pardoning iniquity and passing over transgression for the remnant of his inheritance? He does not retain his anger forever, because he delights in steadfast love."

Mark 11:25 "And when ye stand praying, forgive, if ye have ought against any: that your Father also which is in heaven may forgive you your trespasses."

Luke 17:3-4 "Take heed to yourselves: If thy brother trespass against thee, rebuke him; and if he repent, forgive him."

Luke 6:37 "Judge not, and ye shall not be judged: condemn not, and ye shall not be condemned: forgive, and ye shall be forgiven:"

Matthew 6:14 "For if ye forgive men their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you:"

1 John 1:9 "If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness."

Isaiah 1:8 "Come now, and let us reason together, saith the LORD: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool."

James 5:16 "Confess your faults one to another, and pray one for another, that ye may be healed. The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much."

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walkswithmyfather · 1 year

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“12 Promises of God to Lean On” By Instaencouragements.com:

“Leaning on the promises of God means relying on the assurances that He has given us through His Word, the Bible.

God's promises are trustworthy and provide comfort, guidance, and hope to believers.

When we lean on these promises and trust in God's faithfulness, we find peace. Peace that passes all human understanding. Peace that sustains us in the midst of difficult circumstances. Peace that assures us that God is in control.

It's important that we read and meditate on God's Word regularly. When we do, we will be reminded of His promises and to deepen our trust in Him.

Today, let's look at 12 of His promises and meditate on the Scripture where they are found.

12 promises of God we can confidently lean on today:

1. God will fight for you: “The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.” —Exodus 14:14

2. God will go before you: “It is the Lord who goes before you. He will be with you; He will not leave you or forsake you. Do not fear or be dismayed.” —Deuteronomy 31:8

3. God will be with you: “Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be frightened, and do not be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.” —Joshua 1:9

4. God will renew you: “But they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint.” —Isaiah 40:31

5. God will strengthen you: “Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with My righteous right hand.” —Isaiah 41:10

6. God will be your Shepherd: “The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want.” —Psalm 23:1

7. God will deliver you: “When the righteous cry for help, the Lord hears and delivers them out of all their troubles.” —Psalm 34:17

8. God will counsel you: “I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go; I will counsel you with My eye upon you.” —Psalm 32:8

9. God loves you: “For God so loved the world, that He gave His only Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have eternal life.” —John 3:16

10. God will make all things work for your good: “And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to His purpose.” —Romans 8:28

11. God will never leave you: “Keep your life free from love of money, and be content with what you have, for He has said, 'I will never leave you nor forsake you.” —Hebrews 13:5

12. God will guard you: “And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.” —Philippians 4:7

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