The mayor of New York City is standing up for the planet, and has signed an executive order committing the city to honour the goals of the Paris Climate Agreement.
It seems that Trump’s actions to remove the U.S. from the climate accord has had the opposite effect. Now governments across the U.S. are redoubling their efforts to combat Climate Change.
Pairing: MoriartyxReader
Warnings: Cheating, death
A/N: This is an AU. A god and goddess AU to be specific, so... I hope you like it. Also, this was done as a prompt request, so there’s some...odd. Terminology. (Chloroform is something gods have in this, and it isn’t like our chloroform so yeah)
Ps, I’m sorry I haven’t been updating, I got a new phone and I can’t get back onto this account so I can only use it when my old phone is charged. Which is never.
He slipped out of the bed, doing his best to keep quiet. Carefully, he picked up the vial, and a small square of cloth, a small pit growing in his stomach. He hated to do this, but it was the only way. His eyes snapped up to his sleeping bride as she awoke.
"James... what're you doing..?" Her eyes narrowed on the vial, causing her to sit up, "Why exactly do you need chloroform at 2am?" She snapped, eyes suddenly alight. She knew exactly why, and it made her burn.
"You aren't seriously going to see one of those flawed abhorable things—they're pathetic!" She snapped, suddenly deciding to get fully out of bed. His jaw locked, a searing anger coming to his chest.
"Go back to sleep, Kitty." He snapped. His position was the reason they'd been marred in the first place. They both knew she'd rather be over screwing Sherlock or his bride. Most of the Gods remained fairly loyal to their partners, even if they acutely despised them. James wasn't like the rest—he hated it. He didn't want to live a life, even an immortal one, like this. Now, perhaps a few years ago, he would've thought a lot different than that. He wouldn't have cared about who his partner was—he was king. Of the heavens and earth, he ruled all.
"Go back to bed." He ordered, not missing a beat before leaving. He tucked the vial into his robes, and slipped down to the mortal world, changing his appearance slightly. He shifted his deep brown eyes to a softer green, and lengthened his dark hair to match the common man among the streets, and slipped through unnoticed. He even went as far as to change his facial features, make them softer and less opposing. Less attractive, in most people's opinion, but his lover had never seemed to care that he was considered "average" when it came to looks, maybe a tad above. After all, this was love, and that's all they needed.
You were pacing, unable to still yourself from your pure excitement. You heard a soft tapping at your door. You grinned, immediately swinging it open, and throwing your arm's around Jim's neck. His arms fit tightly around you, holding you as close as he possibly could.
"I love you, Jim." You mumbled into his neck, letting yourself slip into the warmth of his arms.
"I love you, too, Darling." He whispered back, a natural smile slipping to his face. He glided you both into the room, shutting the door softly. You pulled him into a kiss, his hands falling to your waist, a thrum going through him. Slowly, you guided him towards the bed, letting him fall slightly on top of you, both of you giggling in between passionate kisses.
Unbeknownst to either of you, James wasn't the only who thought it best to pay a visit. It wasn't long into your little rendezvous that there was another knock, this one much firmer than Jim's had been. It was startling to James, considering he'd left your father unconscious in his own room.
"I know you're in there." Kitty's voice penetrated the door, striking fear into Jim with just a few simple words.
"Who's that?" You whispered, watching as panic spread across him. The door suddenly flew off its hinges, the goddess entering without another warning. Her eyes were ablaze, already, but the flames doubled as her eyes came to rest on you in her husband's arms. He suddenly shifted so you were behind him, a scowl adorning his features as he glared at her. She could see right through his disguise, through his utter and complete lies.
"You left me for a mortal?" She snapped, jaw clenching. This had been where he was every night? Seeing a woman that wouldn't last even a fraction of his vast memory?!
Your brow drew together, confusion adorning your features. The woman looked familiar, but you couldn't quite place it. No-you could! She looked like the statues outside the temple... Gisara. Queen of the Gods...?
"J-Jim... what's going on here, I-I'm confused..." You managed weakly out, fingers gripping tighter on his shoulder. Still, he said nothing.
"Go on, tell the mortal who you are. Pull the wool back from her clueless eyes." His eyes flicked back to you as you began to go numb. What was she talking about? Why was she saying these things-? Jim would never lie to you... right?
That's when he began shifting back into his regular form, eyes growing dark once more and hair slicking back. Another face you recognized, and one you'd recognize anywhere; Evmes. King of the Gods, and, fittingly, the God of Wisdom and Chaos. You could feel your knees growing weak, voice no longer seeming to work.
"Leave here, Kitty." He demanded. It snapped into focus for you—why a Goddess had come to your home. His wife... you were beginning to feel faint. Gisara scoffed, approaching him.
"You think she'll stand to want you after what you've done? Her life is forever ruined because of your betrayal. She'll be shunned." She said plainly, not an ounce of sympathy in her voice.
"You promised her a marriage, did you not? No one would mare a god and a girl. You've played her pathetic little heart." He'd been a fool to promise you such a thing, even he knew that, but he hadn't expected the question. And, at the time, it had seemed almost possible... almost.
"I said, 'GO!" He snapped suddenly, sending her flying out the door and out to the street. He allowed himself a few minutes to breathe, anger dissipating and growing concerned for you. He spun around, cupping your cheek in his hand. He'd do anything to change the way things were—if you wanted anything in the world, he'd give it to you without hesitation.
"Are you alright?" He asked worriedly, pressing his forehead to yours. Instead of answering, you staggered back, doing anything to get away from the God. He could feel his heart crack, sending an unwelcome feeling through him almost immediately.
"Y-Y/n..? L-Let's talk about this..." He began approaching you again, being met only with silence.
"Yell, scream, say something... a-anything." He almost begged, once again trying to come near you.
"Y-You're Evmes..." You said, stomach turning at the thought. He watched you, eyes saddening as you stepped away once more, just out of his reach.
"Yes.." He admitted shakily. If there was ever a moment in his entire life that he didn't want to be a God, It was now. He wanted to be with the woman he loved more than anything, even if that meant he'd die one day.
"You lied to me... about everything." Tears began rolling down your cheeks, causing his heart to break even more.
"You don't love me, I'm just some toy to pass the time." You whispered, staggering back once more, lost and heartbroken. The words echoed through his head, eyes growing suddenly wet. He didn't even have words.
"I'll never be marred... I'll be forever shunned." You said, gasping for breaths as realization swept over you, a sense of profound shame already brewing. If the people of your town were merciful, they'd simply kill you, but that was a tad hopeful.
"N-No, it doesn't have to be like that-!" He tried desperately, falling to his knees as you fell to the ground, "We can get married, no one has to know-" And just as quickly as he said it, you were racing to your father's room.
Kitty appeared behind him, hands on her hips, looking as dignified as ever.
"You've taken everything from her, isn't that enough? Leave her to the fate you've sealed for her." Growing angry, James spun around, staring her down furiously.
"I can fix this!" He insisted, solutions flooding into his head, already.
"How Long has it been since you put her father under, James, I'm curious." She said flatly, suddenly deciding her nails were much more interesting than the conversation. A sudden cry was heard down the hall as he realized his mistake, and he sprinted to the door, heart shattering as you held your father's lifeless body. All the excitement had caused him to lose track of the time... he'd killed your father..
"Y/-"
"Leave her to mourn. Haven't you done enough?"
This time, however, he had nothing to respond with. He took a few moments to watch your grief fill the room, tears and sobs joining the foul atmosphere. Irene had been right. She said he would ruin your life, and he had...
"...let's go home..." He whispered, tears beginning to roll down his own cheeks.
I don’t know if this post has been made yet but I just want to warn everybody that if someone stops you in a parking lot and asks you if you’re interested in some perfume and hands you a paper to smell, PLEASE DON’T SMELL IT.
i repeat, DON’T SMELL IT.
Apparently the sample papers are being laced with a drug to knock you out. Please signal boost this. It can save someone’s life!
IMPORTANT
please repost to save people idc if “its not my blog type” jUST DO IT
please
Dude. Please be careful ❤️
Sorry guys, this is really important and hits close to home for me.
sorry guys this is really important and hits close to home for me
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here is the blessed thumbs up jack, reblog to have good luck for a year
Don’t armchair diagnose mass shooters and other killers. The misconception that all violent people must be mentally ill (and the following conclusion that all mentally ill people must be dangerous) has horrible real life consequences for visibly mentally ill people.
Schizophrenic people are 14 times more likely to be a victim of a violent crime than committing one because people assume that we’re homicidal and dangerous and may react very negatively to visibly mentally ill behavior, partly due to all the media portrayals of schizophrenics as violent killers.
50% of people killed by police are disabled or mentally ill (and the victims are disproportionately black or other people of color) because the unusual behavior of visibly disabled and visibly mentally ill people is read as inherently threathening and dangerous.
Please consider the real life consequences of reinforcing the association between mental illness and violence - people are dying because y'all want to blame all evil in the world on severe mental illness so that you can clearly separate yourself from it. You’re harming an already extremely vulnerable and marginalized group of people and it’s time to stop!
I encourage people who aren’t schizophrenic to reblog this. These stereotypes are literally getting people killed and I’ve seen no awareness around this on this website.
This was not a mentally Ill person it was a literal actual Nazi
How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore
And a Scotsman dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the Caribbean by providence impoverished in squalor, grow up to be a hero and a scholar?
The ten dollar founding father
Without a father, got a lot farther
By working a lot harder, by being a lot smarter, by being a self-starter; by fourteen, the placed him in charge of a trading charter.
and every day, while slaves were being slaughtered and carted away
across the waves, he struggled and kept his guard up
inside, he was longing for something to be a part of
The brother was ready to beg, steal, borrow, or barter
Then a hurricane came, and devastation reigned, our man saw his future drip, dripping down the drain
Put a pencil to his temple and he wrote his first refrain, a testament to his pain
Well, the world got around, they said “This kid is insane, man”
Took up a collection just to send him to the mainland
Get your education don’t forget from whence you came
And the world’s gonna know your name! WHAT’S YOUR NAME, MAN?
ALEXANDER HAMILTON. My name is Alexander Hamilton. And there’s a million things I haven’t done, but just you wait, just you wait….
When he was ten his father split, full of it debt- ridden, two years later see Alex and his mother bed- ridden. half dead sitting in their own sick, the scent thick…
And Alex got better but his mother went quick… Moved in with his cousin / the cousin commited suicide / left him with nothin’ but ruined pride / something new inside / a voice sayin’…
Alex, you gotta fend for yourself!
He started retreating and reading every treatise on the shelf
There would have been nothin’ left to do for someone less astute, he woulda been dead
And destitute, without a cent or restitution. Started workin’, clerkin’
For his late mother’s landlord. Trading sugar cane and rum and all the things he can’t afford
scamming for everything book he could get his hands on. waiting for the future see him now on a ship
Heading for the new land. In new york
YOU CAN BE A NEW MAN
In New York, you can be a new man.
Just you wait.
JUST YOU WAIIIIT WHAT’S YOUR NAME MAN?
ALEXANDER HAMILTON
*LOUD GRAND FINALE BLAST*
DOOooo doooOoO doOo 1776
New York City
Pardon me, are you Aaron Burr, sir?
That depends, who’s asking?
Oh well sure sir, I’m Alexander Hamilton I’m at your service sir I have been looking for you
i’m getting nervous, sir
i heard your name at princeton
I was seeking an accelerated course of study
when i got sort of out of sorts with a buddy of yours
I may have punched him. It’s a blur, sir
He handles the financials?
You punched the bursar?
Yes, I wanted to do what you did Graduate in two, then join the revolution he looked at me like I was stupid I’m not stupid
So how’d you do it? How’d you graduate so fast?
It was my parent dying wish before they passed…….
You’re an orphan?! Of course! I’m an orphan! God I wish there was a war then we could prove that we’re worth more than anyone bargained for!
That would be nice!
While we’re talking let me offer you some free advice
Talk less.
What?
Smile more!
Ha!
You wanna get ahead?
Fools who run their mouths off wind up dead…
AY YO YO YO YO YO WHAT TIME IS IT?!?!
SHOW TIME
Like I said…
SHOW TIME!! IM JOHN LAURENS IN THE PLACE TO BE TWO PINTS OF SAM ADAMS BUT IM WORKING ON THREE!! THOSE RED COATS DONT WANT IT WITH ME CAUSE I CLOCK CHIKA BLOCK THESE COPS TILL IM FREE!!
Oui, oui, mon Ami,
Je m’apelle Lafayette,
The Lancelot of the revolutionary set!
I came from afar,
Just to say “bonsoir”
To the king—CASSER TOI!
Who’s the best?
C’est moi!
100 Thousand Reblogs and I will let Dark and Wilford live.
Anything less and they’re dead FOREVER.
Help me prove a point
I have never reblogged anything faster.
!!!!!!
Yes!!!!
yo yo yo i did (for example @kyloholic)
@kyloswarstars @book-boys-are-my-guilty-pleasure these definitely are my favourites
A lot of fanfiction authors are extremely talented! @itsdawnashlie. You write beautifully!!! Like the way you put words together kills me! @dragonchica you are very talented! @waywardbaby I love how lyrical you’re writing is! Fanfiction is hard work and you ladies are so very awesome at it.
Here are some people to prove it: @theearlymorningmist @teen0wolf0imagines @imagine-assembling-the-avengers @imagination-of-a-fandom-slut
So I found this app called Scan Halal where you scan the bar code of your food and it tells you if its halal or not. It’s a free app too. Pass this on so others can see and worry a little less about their food/snack choices
Yessss, it is very handy especially in non-muslim countries
If you reblog this for no other reason, do it because it’ll piss off Pauline Hanson. And pissing off Pauline Hanson is reason enough to do anything.
Pissing off Pauline Hanson is my favourite pass time
If you reblog this for no other reason, reblog it to make a Muslim feel safer, more accepted, and/or more informed about food.
Other people and their needs are not your game pieces to use to offend others or make yourself feel better.
This is actually a cool app! I had a customer come into my candy store and we discovered that certain flavors of the same brand of candy sticks were okay to eat! It was really handy for them to be able to scan it rather than rely on the ingredient list, which could be flawed sometimes!
@sockknitteranon has the right idea. ACCEPTANCE!!
I’ll be holding a sign, wearing a Wilford Warfstache costume.
The sign will say “HONK IF YA LOVE MARK”
I will be playing Crazy la paint with some Bluetooth speakers (and annoying some random passerbys.)
And if I see Mark, I’ll flip over the sign.
On the other side it will say: “Hope you have a great day, all of us fans love you.”
reblog this if your icon could kill a man
Not only could he, he would.
Am I wet? Am I on my period? Did I pee my pants?- next on wtf is going on down there.
I’m so glad this is a universal wondering among vagina-owners, haha.
‘Vagina-owners’
Tune in next time for: Are these menstrual cramps? Am I pregnant? Is it just gas? I wouldn’t have to ask these questions if I didn’t have a damn uterus
Next week: Is it a bladder infection? An ovarian cyst? Do I have endometriosis? Oh God please do not let it be cervical cancer! A 20/20 special
Y'all are forgetting the all-time classic: Is it just my period or is my appendix about to burst? Some nice tea and a heatpack or 911 and emergency surgery?
There is actually a test for that last one!
Place your hand over the pain, press down slightly and release. If the pain doesn’t change by any great margin, you’re fine. If it suddenly becomes some painful you can barely stand, Get thee to an Emergency Room
Reblogging for the useful info as well as the lack of any transphobic comments! =P
Ditto!
IMPORTANT!!
if ur a nazi or neo-nazi or support nazi ideologies let this be a fucking harsh message that ur not welcome on this blog and I hope you get socked in the face
It’s international Holocaust remembrance day today (27/01) so you better reblog this today if you see it.
I tumblr! My name is Elaine. You can see me in this picture! That is me holding the sign, HI! Well my hubby said that if this gets 1 MILLION notes, he will buy me a horse. I would love a horse I grew up on a farm where I rode and ate horses til i was 15 when I moved. I have not seen a horse since, not even a picture! Only one painting I painted in 7th grade. My husband obviously thinks this is going to be an impossible task thats why I am taking this on the interwebs where i can get likes. I have 5,000 on facebook so I am almost there. I want brown horse with some white. I will braid the hair. Thanks so much everyone! Please help me achieve this! :) God Bless
GET HER A HORSE!!
Specific Emotions
Brilliant masterpost.
if you read this ur gay
if u rb this ur twice as gay
reblog if ur tired of occupying a human form and wish to return to the holy bed of moss from whence you came
