I’m Not Old. I’m Only 88.
LONGEVITY BY James (Jim) B. Flaherty
Aim higher! Are your goals set for a 5-year run or a 40-year run? You may live a lot longer than you think, and you may need a bigger plan than you thought. Here’s how to make the most of it.
By Ageist Contributor
Going on 58. I mean, nothing’s changed. Well, maybe a little. When I was a seeming hotshot on Madison Avenue in NYC, I loved walking…
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part of what made across the spiderverse so perfect was that it was largely centered on WHO spider-man is, in EVERY universe. not just Miles, or Peter, or Gwen, or Miguel. Spider-Man. it was about the ESSENCE of Spider-man. Spider-Man is love for humanity. Spider-Man is having to sacrifice and lose everything you love for the mask. Spider-Man is rebellion against the powers that be. Spider-Man is about trying to do both, in every universe. about not taking no for an answer or listening when everyone tells you your destiny. refusing to choose between the things and people you love. that’s why Spider-Man is so compelling: they want everything, even though everyone else tells them they can’t have it. that it’s not meant to be. and they just. keep. trying. keep getting back up. they just keep going, man.
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“Even to your old age and gray hairs I am He, I am He who will sustain you. I have made you and I will carry you. I will sustain you and I will rescue you” (Isaiah 46:4).
Our heavenly Father has promised to carry and sustain us and rescue us throughout our lives. Not just when we are frightened children, but right through to our old age.
The word sustain means to give strength, and comfort, to encourage and nourish. This is what God does. We don’t have to face our troubles relying on our own strength, because God is with us all of our days. His care doesn’t stop when we reach adulthood, but lasts throughout our lives. What a wonderful Saviour!
Prayer: Thank you Lord that you are a God who cares for me, my whole life. Help me to cast my cares on You, and trust You always. In Jesus’ Name. Amen.
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SPOILERS FOR NEW SPIDERVERSE
I just saw the new spiderverse (it was amazing) and all I can say is SERIOUSLY?? Y'all are thirsting over this guy???
Man is beefing with a fucking fifteen year old! He sees Miles and immediately goes straight to ragging on him for not knowing something that he deliberately kept Miles out of the loop from! Oh wow Miguel! Miles doesn't know what a Canon event is? Crazy! It's almost like he was specifically excluded from the group of people who knew all about that! Who excluded him Miguel? Why didn't he know? That's what I thought bitch
and then he's like "yeah ik you have no superhero support network, yeah I have specifically told your friends not to speak to or talk to you for no reason I will explain, your dad dies in two days (I am yelling this at you minutes after getting unreasonably mad you didn’t know about things that are common knowledge in my spiderman club (the club you aren't allowed to join)) and also you aren't allowed to save him. I expect you to react calmly and logically to this news. I see no problem with any of this why are you being unreasonable" when Miles is understandably upset by this
Like the sheer audacity of this fucker is unbelievable
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Name one skill you haven’t yet perfected that you want to master.
Well if SOMEONE was more SUPPORTIVE, I could start putting my theoretical knowledge of Nightsister Magick into practice right about now!
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I was ten years old when you were born. (modern)
In this moment, as daybreak unfurls its lustrous embrace across the cerulean expanse, there exists a marina. Here, serpentine paths of concrete, aged as gracefully as a vintage from an esteemed vineyard, curve alongside the gentle murmurs of the watercourse—a portal to the immeasurable, enigmatic sea’s heart. Piers, resembling the outstretched limbs of veteran mariners, plunge into the tender caresses of the waters, anchoring an assembly of vessels with nylon strands to age-old cleats.
Water, an eternal artisan, molds the immense stones at its border into timeless monuments to nature’s dogged perseverance. Guardians of wood, sheathed in protective rubber, stand watch over the ceaseless affections of the waves, while barnacles, the ocean's inconspicuous craftsmen, adorn the pylons at the waterline, manufacturing a narrative rich with maritime heritage. Metallic ladders, reminiscent of liquid silver streams, plunge into the depths, bordered by relics of sea life—containers concealing the ordinary, hoses and spigots poised to quench, and receptacles holding the echoes of humanity’s dialogue with the deep.
Amid this domain, tools of safety and prudence lay in quiet expectation, encircled by the implements of fishing ventures, whispering of the unseen giants beneath the blue veil. The atmosphere trembles with the pious dance of individuals clad in beachwear, who, in an ancient ceremony as perpetual as the sea itself, prepare their vessels for the voyage into the open waters or nurture them with the tender care of salt and wax. Sun forms a spectacle of light upon Adam's ale, transforming the mediocre into a vision of awe-inspiring aesthetic.
They wander, in pursuit of solace. Eyes deep with the richness of caramel roam, moving in accordance with his presence—a symphony of coexistence amidst the myriad expressions of dasein. Couples, families, children—each imbues the marina with vibrancy, their laughter and conversations a rhythm of the human condition. Some stride past, casting glances that linger, admiring the synergistic bond between them. A petulant smile rests upon her lips as she heeds his words, her complexion a study in reflection. The sweet resonance of his voice shifts her attention from the terrain to his gaze. “Does that bother you?” The concept of age, so inconsequential and yet so pivotal in societal judgment, had never dimmed her spirit. Yet, she wondered—perhaps not for her, but what of him? In a realm often swift to judge, might their union be viewed as an act of askance? “I don’t really care about what others think. We are doing nothing wrong.”
@estarion - modern
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I've had a couple of arguments with people about the contents of a book they'd never read and had no intention of reading and I've come to the very sensible conclusion that people shouldn't take it upon themselves to comment on anything they aren't capable of summarizing clearly, completely and without help.
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Anyway, since Cyberpunk 2077 continues to be the oldest verse here - a new synopsis is in order.
A former Arasaka prodigy, she spent most of her time growing up in the arms of the Academy. Hailed as a prodigy, her netrunning skills are second to none, if she continued on Sayuri would have become a corporate legacy within no time. Most, if not all her implants are throwbacks to those former glory days or so many of her corpo allies would say. At the age of eighteen, she faked her death && lives under the alias, Ryūjin. It’s been rumored she has no understanding of her former surname nor will she allude to it, proclaiming whoever that girl was, she is dead. Most of her territory is within Westbrook, particularly Japantown, though she holds onto all of the region by proxy. She is a competitive woman that sought her claim as a fixer through her former career; a BD actress that specialized in grindhouse movies. Yes, everyone && no one has seen Sayuri in some shape or form. She is constantly swapping faceplates, thus it is easy for her to evade detection altogether. Her work is considered top of the line, premium, easily tapping into thousands && millions worth. If one decides to speak with her more in depth, she will remark it’s been a long time since she recognized herself in a mirror, but she’s never changed her eyes since then she would be lost forever.
How intense is her reconstruction? Here are the finer details of each implant
Multiple face plates, currently sporting a rather infamous gravure model’s look, during her days as a villainess in BD’s she had a personal faceplate created && trademarked.
Rippers, rose gold claws
Full body sculpt, outer epidermis is enhanced to make lacerations difficult - covered in a soft subtle sheen
Nanowire, a relic from her days with Arasaka
Deep dive port, she covers it primarily with her hair opting for medium to longer lengths so it remains secretive
She is frequently seen within the Afterlife, during the prologue, Sayuri can be seen ordering sake bombs for her own crew. By Act Two, her office can be found within a smoky karaoke den where she jokes, there is no way in hell she would let anyone know her actual location. While remaining competitive edge, she often breaks deals with other fixers, though this is to secure her position as an elite employer. High paying jobs that are worth the risk, it’s something she prides herself in but will rescue anyone in her crew that is in danger, safety is important to her. Personal items often showcase she has a pension for fast cars && bikes, loves disco && dancing, her former cyberdeck is covered in vintage stickers from old bands no one remembers. There is also a hint she still holds onto her traditional roots as she is prone to being superstitious && seemed to speak with Sandayu Oda on a regular basis before her vanishing, even remarking they sparred a few times - she won, naturally.
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@mercysought asked: ❛ let’s pretend like we’re friends . ❜ from maxima :) (𝑺𝑶𝑭𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑵𝑺 STARTERS: no longer accepting.)
A strange request...but as usual, he's calm. Gale, dressed to the nines—a ravishing ensemble, his cloth of purple kissed prettily with teal—looks casually upon the twirling masses. He's little one for galas, more a man of libraries than lavish sprawls; however, with Maxima's quip, he craves home more than ever. Gosh, her cruel, foul mouth! Lesser men would wail.
Fortunately, Gale, ears ringing with the crashing music, is hardly one to rile. As it were, he and Maxima go way back, far back, his chest with bomb and his hair more grey. She's scalding where he soothes. She's knives where he's poetry. And diametrically opposed, born to clash like the elements, Gale, beside her, finds a state of equilibrium; that is, he, inspired, grows sassy, too.
"Under better circumstances, I would advocate for being of the very same mind," he starts lamely, "but as it were, you've those morals of a corkscrew." You're a jester, Gale. He finishes his glass of wine, sets it down, and bunches his brows. Maxima... "I wonder what it is friendship with you entails. If you're asking for a dance, this is a rather roundabout way of doing it."
Not one to fear burns, Gale turns, her sharp eyes greeting him through the sheen of chandeliers. Things have changed since their youth, his life now compromised. (He needs her help.) She still dreams, he's sure.
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straight up getting emotional about a thing that happened in a campaign that ended over a year ago
like. i wrote an ambiguous and biased backstory of a character who is part of an apocalyptic world-ending cult, who deep down wanted to study wizardry but had to frame it as going undercover as an apprentice and stealing secrets from this doddering old archmage to aid her people’s cause . and then she goes and learns wizardry and eventually realizes she wants more for herself and breaks from her cult
and i mean. there’s a lot of ways my dm could have run with that. i was fully expecting that archmage to be furious at my character for lying to and stealing from him. and so when they ran into each other again, i was braced for a fight, or at least an altercation
but instead the archmage went. i knew all along. of course i knew. i’m a divination wizard, silly. i saw a young woman in a bad place and i wanted to help her. i thought that by showing her kindness and creating an environment for her that wasn’t all about power struggles and nihilistic fanaticism that she might realize that there was more out there in the world for her. that she deserved more. you didn’t steal secrets from me, because i gave them to you. i was your teacher. i loved you and love you still
and god i didn’t know where that character was going to end up before then. i thought maybe she could go on a typical wizard hubris spiral, or a revenge quest against her old cult, but in that moment i was like. oh. she is loved. she has new friends, new family. she has a reason to change, a reason to care. her story is just about love, and about making people’s lives better
her alignment shifted from neutral to neutral good soon after. she never stopped being curious, sometimes to the point of foolishness, but she never squandered her teacher’s gift. she left the world better than she found it
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Tomo might be good with kiddos but they would also give them a sword if the opportunity presented itself. They truly can't see anything wrong about it and would absolutely offer to train them if asked.
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"It's not like those two to fight...Wrenn has to understand that Yukaine probably kept from telling his family about his coronation to prevent Charidynn from being able to plan ahead for when he asks to take Wrenn, Lily, and Miss Allisae to Namodia."
"Wrenn had a point though. Miss Allisae wouldn't leave without all of her kids...it's wishful thinking for Yukaine to believe otherwise. But after all that time away, I'm sure he's been doing all he can to figure out the best way to see things through."
"...I just wish they wouldn't fight with each other like this. They both want the same thing, in the long run, even if they both have different ideas of how it needs to be done. Do you think we should check on them? Or...will they need space for a bit?"
"Maybe we should give them a minute...Yukaine will definitely need some time, and Wrenn would have come back out to get us if he wanted to talk. We can meet up with them again once the duels start."
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“Even to your old age and gray hairs I am He, I am He who will sustain you. I have made you and I will carry you. I will sustain you and I will rescue you” (Isaiah 46:4).
God has said that he will carry our burdens. He will sustain us, throughout our lives. Not just when we are frightened children, but right through to our old age, He promises to sustain us, and to rescue us.
The word sustain means to give strength, and comfort, to encourage and nourish. This is what God does. We don’t have to face our troubles relying only on our own strength, because God is with us all of our days. His care doesn’t stop when we reach adulthood, we are not left to our own devices, His love and care and protection last throughout our lives. What a wonderful Saviour!
Prayer: Thank you Lord that you are a God who cares for me, my whole life. Thank You that You have promised to sustain me, all my days. Let me cast my cares on You, and trust You always. In Jesus’ Name. Amen.
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‘ it's not that simple . . . i need him , you know i do . ’
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verse starter calls that will come when i get on my laptop :
adult / coffee shop owner
one piece
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thinking about,,, General Yin,,,,, or cast-out yin
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