more head canons kind of

i’ve figured out definitively how carlos and intern dana appear in my head

cecil tends to either look like his voice actor or, more often than not, ronald howard. i went kind of the ronald howard route here. 

"Some Sort of Neighborly" (2/10) | Once Upon a Time

Title: Some Sort of Neighborly - (2/10)
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Rating: M
Genre: Romance/Humor
Words: 3,580/6,131
Completed: 08/26/2014
Summary: Modern!AU Captain Swan. They’re not neighbors, not exactly, and they’re not friends either. It’s pretty hard to find reasons to bump into the woman who lives next door to your best friend, especially after your only interaction with her has been waking up on her couch one Saturday morning. Sequel to Rude Awakening.

Long story short: this is both earlier and later than I’d planned on updating, and I feel like I’ve reached Baggage Claim levels of rereading this SO. Just had to post it so I can get some peace of mind to start on the next chapter!

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A not very flattering, but unfortunately rather true to life, portrait of a woman in my “neighborhood”. It’s not much of a neighborhood. More like a collection of homeowners, individually doing their nails and watching tv. Everyone is so damned entitled, with their SUVs and non-sustainable lifestyles. God, after 6 years of this I can’t wait to move!

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Be Neighborly. Part of the richness of Living the American Dream are the people that surround you. Get to know them. Enjoy them and your American Dream will be a better, fuller experience. So…get out and meet the neighbors.

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Fic Update: Neighborly Affection

Chapter Three is now up!

Or, you can catch up with chapters one and two.

Summary: Emma Swan’s new neighbor, Killian Jones, is the talk of the neighborhood, and living next door to him is almost more than she can stand, especially since the man doesn’t seem to own a shirt! But the tug she feels toward him is inexorable, and the genuine feelings that develop between them…quite unexpected. Captain Swan AU.

Rated M for sex.

An anon asked for a 'Neighborly' drabble.

On the drive to school, Katniss is so preoccupied by thoughts of Peeta that she almost runs a red light. Twice. Prim locks the strap of her seat belt, clutching her hands together nervously.

"Uh…everything alright?" she asks, giving her sister a nervous sideways glance.

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Why are so many parents being arrested?

By Michael Brendan Dougherty, The Week, July 21, 2014

This summer has seen a rash of stories of parents being hauled away in cuffs for such sins as letting their kids roam unaccompanied in a park, or keeping them in the car while performing a short errand, or even leaving them alone in their own home for a few hours.

My own childhood seems to have become illegal. I was the son of a single mother. During summers I would explore my neighborhood, visit friends’ houses, walk to a pond to fish, ride my bike from our home in Bloomfield, N.J., to the abandoned lots of Newark, and jump it over curbs. I could be unsupervised from 10 in the morning until 8:30 at night, when the streetlights started coming on. If I was home with my grandmother, sometimes she would leave me alone to do grocery shopping.

As early as 7 years old, I was allowed to walk more than a mile to school. I traveled long commercial streets like Bloomfield Avenue, and went under the overpass of the Garden State Parkway, all during a time when violent crime rates were much much higher than they are today. The worst that ever happened to me was that I got punched in the head by a junkie. But I told my D.A.R.E. officer, spent an afternoon looking at photos of local junkies and ne’er-do-wells, and got over it, having learned the valuable lesson that I could take a punch in the head.

Often during this time, and especially in my own neighborhood, I was being silently and unobtrusively guarded by a community of people, many of whom knew my name, and knew something of my mother’s situation. When I scratched someone’s car with my broken bike handle, I would be returned to my home, and the note explaining it would be addressed to my mother by name. Some of the nosy Italian ladies watched the streets, looking for gossip. But they could help a child who skinned his knee, or bring him inside for a few caramels and a soda if it was raining and the kid had left his key at home.

Last month, when the first wave of these stories came out, I suggested it was a problem of helicopter parents enforcing their notions of parenthood on others. But the number and variety of such incidents suggest that something more is at work. The communities that are happy to watch the kids in the neighborhood, and help parents with an extra set of eyes and a few caramels, are just gone. We’re arresting parents because civil society is retreating from children altogether.

Timothy Carney, a columnist for The Washington Examiner and a father of five, attributes it to a decline of “neighborliness.” And that’s certainly true. People see a kid, imagine a bad thing could happen to them, and then think they should call the cops. Whereas “neighborly adults look after other adults’ kids when the parents are unavailable.”

Gracy Olmstead, in a very smart article for The American Conservative, says that all of this waning of society and waxing of the state was predicted by communitarian libertarian Robert Nisbet:

Nisbet predicted that, in a society without strong private associations, the State would take their place—assuming the role of the church, the schoolroom, and the family, asserting a “primacy of claim” upon our children. “It is hard to overlook the fact,” he wrote, “that the State and politics have become suffused by qualities formerly inherent only in the family or the church.” In this world, the term “nanny state” takes on a very literal meaning. [The American Conservative]

My own childhood community in Bloomfield was then a well-established one composed of descendants of Irish and Italian immigrants, many of us going to the same church on Sunday. There were a few baseline expectations shared by the community about how children should behave in people’s yards or in the streets. People could talk to each other from some shared moral premises.

But today those communities seem rarer, and so, too, those shared premises about how kids should behave. More than that, there’s a fear of taking responsibility for kids in the neighborhood. Deliver a short report on a child’s behavior and his parents may snap back, “Don’t tell me how to parent my child.” A neighbor’s interest may seem invasive or even creepy. Lacking church or community, bystanders in a neighborhood refer their concern about a suboptimal parental situation (one they usually know little about because they are not very neighborly) to the only other institution empowered to look out for the welfare of children: the state.

The state’s guardianship functions were developed to handle only the most extreme cases of neglect or abuse. The incentives of those within these departments incline them to suspicion and dramatic intervention. “We only get called in an emergency, so this must be one.”

There are two ways to solve the dilemma. The first is a return of those communities, something that seems less likely in an America that is more mobile and more influenced by immigration, which results in constant neighborhood flux. The other is to reform the state’s institutions so that they might actually assist parents—not just punish, shame, and harass them.

Neighborly- Harry Styles Series: 5/6

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You couldn’t help but admit to yourself that it was upsetting to you that he’d slept with some blonde bimbo, and wanted more from you not minutes later. Could the boy really be that much of a horny pig? After about 90 minutes you pulled over at a nice little sandwich shop, where you got a salad and he got a sub.

"Did you have a nice weekend?" Harry asked suddenly, after you’d been eating in silence for a few moments. You blinked, surprised by the question.

"Yeah, I did. The wedding was really nice, tasteful. I’m happy for them." You couldn’t help but add in a snide comment. "And I know YOU had a nice time."

"What does that mean?" Harry laughed, wiping his mouth. You rolled your eyes.

"Oh please. As if fucking that girl and coming for seconds from me doesn’t make it a nice weekend." Harry sobered up instantly, all traces of laughter gone. You felt uncomfortable suddenly. He leaned forward, staring openly at you.

"I didn’t have sex with her," he said. "Or anyone, for that matter."

"But you said-"

"I didn’t say I fucked her." Harry grabbed his stuff, standing up to leave. "Come on, let’s get going." You trailed behind him, thinking this over.

It suddenly hit you that the voices you’d been hearing weren’t a girl in Harry’s room, but the television set. He’d been watching porn. An intense feeling of relief washed over you, more than you’d ever admit to.

In the car ride, you were both quiet again, and so you leaned your head against the window, eyes falling shut. You were exhausted still from your very late night. Almost immediately your dreams were filled with the imagines of Harry’s warm, large hands roaming freely over your bare body, his lips exploring where no other man’s had. A sound woke you up however.

It took you a moment to realize the sound was Harry’s grunts. He had one hand on the wheel still, and you stared with surprise as you processed the fact that his other hand was down his pants. He was jerking off.

"I hope you’re asleep so you don’t catch me," " he mumbled, glancing at you. "Fuck, I want you." You shut your eyes instantly so as to not be caught peeping. You wanted to watch him finish. Through hooded eyes, you watched the fast movements of his arms and the way his face twisted up. He came soon, cursing and saying your name. You shut your eyes when he looked over at you again, this time not opening them again just in case. "I’m glad you’re sleeping, Y/N. I don’t know how much longer I can hold back."

And honestly, you weren’t sure how much longer you could hold back either.

Next: Part 6 {Finale}

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Fic Update: Neighborly Affection

Chapter 4 is now available! Enjoy!

Or start from the beginning with Chapter 1.

Summary: Emma Swan’s new neighbor, Killian Jones, is the talk of the neighborhood, and living next door to him is almost more than she can stand, especially since the man doesn’t seem to own a shirt! But the tug she feels toward him is inexorable, and the genuine feelings that develop between them…quite unexpected. Captain Swan AU. Rated M for sex.

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Conservatives and liberals alike understand that handouts alone are not the complete answer to poverty, and that people in poverty must have the chance to use their own efforts to move off the bottom rung of the income ladder as well as immediate assistance with hunger and housing.

Each side has a different take on how to achieve it. The conservative point of view tends toward minimal…

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Love thy neighbour, it’s good for the heart: study

AFP, Aug. 18, 2014

Paris (AFP)—Ever felt like your neighbour’s antics could drive you to an early grave?

Well, there may be reason for concern, said researchers who reported a link Tuesday between having good neighbours and a healthier heart.

“Having good neighbours and feeling connected to others in the local community may help to curb an individual’s heart attack risk,” said a statement that accompanied a study published in the Journal of Epidemiology and Community Health.

Heart and blood vessel diseases are the number one cause of death globally, claiming some 15 million lives in 2010, according to the latest Global Burden of Disease study.

Research into neighbourhoods and health had in the past focused on negative impacts through factors like fast-food restaurant density, violence, noise, traffic, poor air quality, vandalism and drug use, said the study authors.

For the latest research, the University of Michigan team used data from 5,276 people over 50 with no history of heart problems, who were participants in an ongoing Health and Retirement Study in the United States.

They monitored the cardiovascular health of the group, aged 70 on average and mainly married women, for four years from 2006—during which 148 of the participants had a heart attack.

At the start of the project, the respondents were asked to award points out of seven to reflect the extent to which they felt part of their neighbourhood, could rely on their neighbours in a pinch, could trust their neighbours, and found their neighbours to be friendly.

When they crunched the numbers at the end of the study, the team found that for every point they had awarded out of seven, an individual had a reduced heart attack risk over the four-year study period.

People who gave a full score of seven out of seven had a 67 percent reduced heart attack risk compared to people who gave a score of one, study co-author Eric Kim told AFP, and described the difference as “significant”.

This was “approximately comparable to the reduced heart attack risk of a smoker vs a non-smoker,” he said.

“This is an observational study so no definitive conclusions can be drawn about cause and effect,” the statement underlined.

The mechanism behind the association was not known, but the team pointed out that neighbourly cohesion could encourage physical activities like walking, which counter artery clogging and disease.