These are dope
You swore an oath to return the Stark girls to their mother. Lady Stark is dead. Arya is probably dead, too, but there’s still a chance to find Sansa and get her somewhere safe.
Not Quite Shakespeare, Shakespeare Adaptations
This morning’s post on the new Library of America volume, Shakespeare in America: An Anthology from the Revolution to Now, made some members of our staff recall their favourite Shakespeare productions. Of course, some of our favourites aren’t quite the most “faithful” to the Bard’s original text—here’s just a few that range from the silly to the sublime.
- O [Othello]
- Ten Things I Hate about You [The Taming of the Shrew]
- A Midsummer Night’s Rave [A Midsummer Night’s Dream]
- She’s the Man [Twelfth Night]
- Forbidden Planet [The Tempest]
- Strange Brew [Hamlet]
- The Lion King [Hamlet]
- Ran [King Lear]
- Throne of Blood [Macbeth]
- West Side Story [Romeo and Juliet]
I just fixed my bike up! Now I need bicyclist Derek because dem thighs man. Dem calves. Yes. Stiles would probably crash a bike.
Derek knows what it looks like he’s buying, and he’s sick and tired of every time he goes to purchase his favorite anti-friction moisturizer, he gets eyebrow waggles and smirks from the clerk. Yes, it looks like he’s buying a good-sized bucket of lube, and the huge “A GUARANTEED SMOOTH RIDE” emblazoned on the package. Derek doesn’t care. He’s dedicated to his sport, and as much as it sucks that this particular product doesn’t sell online, he’s willing to endure the looks and stares because of how efficiently it works. At least when it’s not marathon season it takes him about two months to go through the entire thing, so Derek hasn’t been back to this shop in awhile.
The clerk is new.
Derek tries to keep a straight face when he sets the bucket down, and the clerk picks it up, an attractive blush forming on his cheeks. “Wow, that’s a a lot…” he says. “Um, wow, I didn’t know we sold this in that size. Does it work well?”
His nametag reads STILES in an untidy scrawl, and he gestures with one hand while scanning the bucket with the other.
"Yeah, it’s really good," Derek says. "Feels good on the skin," he adds.
"Yeah?" Stiles asks. "Not a cyclist myself, but it’s always good to know." He grins, dimpling a little, and Derek is fascinated by the way the moles on his cheek dance around the little indent. "I’m a big fan of friction-based activities," he says, and then he winks.
"Well, I can definitely say if you ever start cycling I’d recommend going with this. Smoothest ride ever," Derek says. "But, uh, if you were interested in fucking, I’d probably say a different brand might work better."
Stiles stares at him for a moment and Derek has a split second of thinking he might have gone too far and was totally interpreting the situation wrong when Stiles grabs the intercom and yells into it, “ISAAC, I NEED YOU TO COVER CHECKOUT THREE, RIGHT NOW!”
Stiles yanks off the employee apron, looking up at Derek eagerly with bright eyes. “Wow, I never thought I’d meet someone who cut straight through the innuendos and right to the point.”
"Maybe you could introduce me to your point," Derek says. He can’t help the grin pulling on the edges of his lips, what, he’s on a roll.
"Fuck yeah," Stiles says, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the door.
- breath in for 4 seconds
- hold your breath for 7 seconds
- exhale breath for 8 seconds
repeat once or twice more.
This causes an autonomic nervous system shift from a sympathetic (fight or flight reaction) state to a parasympathetic response.
Use this for panic/anxiety attacks, exams, presentations.
Never not reblog
Tumblr got anxiety advice. Fuck yeah.
Read this earlier, and it helped me a lot tonight.
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