Down-To-Farm

Harry and Guitars

I’ve been kind of obsessed with the idea of Harry learning to play the guitar and the thought that maybe after all these years of looking like he’s been learning, perhaps he actually has and we’ll get a taste of it on his solo album! Well, a girl can dream. 

In 2011 Harry tweeted this in response to being asked if he played any musical instruments:

So…look at this 16-year old frizzy-haired muppet with his lil pink guitar pretending he knows how to play it. I love him! Don’t give up hope, Harreh!

Hmmm. Louis sure looks cute playing that guitar. Watch closely Harry…

See? Louis showed him a few chords, and let Harry take over. 

He might look like a wax figure, but he also looks pretty good holding that guitar! Bonus points for those Keds!

Um….holy shit. Indie band hotness for realz. 

Tattoos out, guitar in hand, writing songs by the lake. What more could you ask for?

What a total goober. Channeling his inner rock god. 

Here, have a few gifs so you can see how hard he’s been working!

Er…or still acting like a goober. 

Taking the guitar on the road. 

Nice to see Niall helping out his brudder, giving Hazza some guitar lessons. 

So serious. 

Well goddamn, he looks good with a bass guitar and a fedora. We even almost got a bit of nip slip there. 

I know this is a terrible photo…but come on. Harry in a snap back with a bass guitar. It’s good stuff! 

Ah…a favorite of mine. Down on the farm. Kickin it, barefoot. Playing some Kentucky Bluegrass. Or something like that. 

Same to you, H. Who’s getting that autographed guitar? How many do you actually have?

These two photos crack me up. For some reason he looks to me like he’s in a Mariachi band. On a boat. With a high ponytail. Classic. 

70′s folk musician Harry. 

Harry’s album is about to drop. April 7th is around the corner. His SNL appearance not far behind. Will he tour? Will we see him with a guitar on stage? Maybe a slow ballad? Rocking out like David Bowie? I don’t know, but goddamn it, I can’t wait. Solo artist Harry, dramatic hoe music video Harry, 1D reunited Harry, any Harry at all…I hope he’s been composing on his guitar and that we’ll get a peek of guitar playing Harry very, very soon!


Now that presales of Harry’s album have gone up, we got at least one more guitar playing Harry photo, so I’m adding it to my master post!

1980s Duran Duran bass player John Taylor vibe here (albeit with a haircut and less makeup). And if you need further proof of the connection to John Taylor, look here.

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In 1973, women in the New York Police Department were assigned to patrol duty for the first time, and the term “police officer” replaced the earlier designations of “police-woman” and “patrolman.” 

Jane Hoffer photographed a number of these women and collected their perspectives on their work. Ann Wilson (top photo) reflected:

When they transferred me to the taxi squad, I was primarily with the other girls, assigned to clerical duties. But I had a very innovative boss who one day said to me: “Are you afraid of the street?” and I said: “No.” And he said: “Would you like to try it?” And I said: “Yes.” And out I went. On patrol, in an unmarked car. And I enjoyed it! Once you get a taste of it, it’s like you can’t keep ‘em down on the farm any longer. Because you realize you are just as functional…you can do just about the same things. In fact, in some cases, you’re at an advantage.

Jane Hoffer. Ann Wilson, Sergeant Barbara Collins, [?] Walker, and Officer Peggy O’Shaughnessy. circa 1975-1978. On the Beat photograph collection. New-York Historical Society. 

What your favorite Beatles album says about you
  • Please Please Me: you're cool and care about your hairdo, but you've got a softer side. you giggle when boys look at you from across the room.
  • With the Beatles: you really like the Beatles, but for some reason you don't wanna hear them do their own songs. but you really, really like the Beatles.
  • A Hard Day's Night: nobody really knows the real you. they think you're a suave, energetic socialite. deep down, you're a farm hand with a piece of wheat sticking out of your mouth, trying not to cry. you can cry if you want. it's okay to cry.
  • Beatles for Sale: you think your friends all secretly hate you, and you think strangers all secretly love you. also, George is your favorite Beatle and you like hearing Paul scream.
  • Help!: you really like ironic humor and feeling sorry for yourself, and you think people would be happier without you in the picture. you need to understand people care about you, and you should learn to like yourself. but proposing to a girl in a jumping 12 bar is wrong. don't do that.
  • Rubber Soul: when people ask you what kind of music you listen to, you say you like all different kinds.
  • Revolver: crawling into bed, you're half asleep before you remember to set your alarm. you do it with one eye open.
  • Sgt. Pepper: people say you're really together, but you know you're not. you wonder why people think you're seamless. you have so many seams. it seems they don't see your seams.
  • Magical Mystery Tour: your parents fought a lot in front of you. i'm sorry.
  • The White Album: you're greedy and like the blues.
  • Yellow Submarine: this album says a lot more about you than i have room to type about sorry you can pm me
  • Abbey Road: you won't stop trying until you're sitting at the top in a gold encrusted throne made of the skulls of your enemies and the good wishes of your friends. you don't know how to rap.
  • Let It Be: you think you have an intimate relationship with somewhere between 1 and 4 of the Beatles in a way they'll never understand. you watch a movie again if it makes you cry.
NHL!Bitty - Pens AU

@kit923 requested NHL!Bitty playing for the Pens (@sergeantsexface seconded Pens!Bitty!) and this is a little more pre-Penguins, but it counts, right??? Takes place after the NHL hack that leaks homophobic emails. Eric is fed up with the entire league and planning to make a statement by not signing with anyone. Then this happens.

Origin: From Samwell to Seattle | Part I - Hug Check | Part II - Chirping |  Part III - Post-Season | Part IV - RPF | Part V - Dating


It’s just another godawful luncheon, but today Jack has the added pleasure of every other donor asking Jack’s opinion about his ‘homosexual’ teammate going pro. After the third locker room joke, Jack excuses himself, desperate for air, only to find his father and Uncle Mario nursing their drinks on the club’s back patio. 

He’s about to find somewhere less conspicuous when he hears: 

“That’s not even debatable, Bittle is going to be scouted. Even if he’s just shipped down to a farm team, Bettman isn’t going to-”

Oh. Of course, Mario would be involved in all of this, he’s an owner. Jack knocks his knuckles against the railing, his manners winning out over his morbid curiosity. They stop talking abruptly, but his father visibly relaxes when he sees it’s just Jack and not another donor.

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Quick Facts: Ancient Celts
  • Skin: Commonly described as fair, clear or white. (ref: Diodorus, Ammianus Marcellinus)
  • Hair: Long hair was the fashion, described as “thick and shaggy like a horse’s mane”, even satyr-like due to the treatment with limewater; the aristocracy favored large moustaches; and the Celts generally shaved their entire bodies, Caesar’s account further proven by iron razors and sprung iron shears found at the site of La Tene. Hair was variously mentioned as blond, flaxen or tawny, but either way further lightened artificially with lime. (ref: Caesar)
  • Height: Frequently described as very tall - taller than the Romans, the women bigger and stronger than Roman women. (ref: Diodorus, Marcus Borealis)
  • Fitness: The Celts are frequently attributed by historians with great physical prowess (“with rippling muscles”). In fact, fitness was so inherent to their customs, that any man exceeding the standard size was punished. (ref: Strabo)
  • Food/Diet: Grains, fruits, nuts, meat. Caesar describes them as living on “milk and meat”; Poseidonius also points out bread and fish. Cattle, dogs, hares, fowl and geese they grew only for entertainment or practical use.
  • Fashion: Striking clothing, dyed and embroidered in bright colors, striped or checkered cloaks. They wore form-fitting pants called “bracae”, tunics that were red, purple or multicolored, elaborate torcs as symbols of power, brooches, bracelets, hairpins and rings. They took great interest in their appearance, so that not even the poorest wore soiled or ragged clothing. Even cosmetic grinders have been found in Iron Age British contexts, signalling they might have used eyeshadow or blush. (ref: Diodorus, Flavius Arianus, Propertius, Amnianus Marcellinus)
  • Tattoos: The Britons were unique for their tattoos and the blue woad they painted their bodies with. (ref: Caesar)
  • Music: The most famous Celtic instrument is the Carnyx, styled in the form of an open-mouthed boar, emitting harsh, discordant sounds suited for battle. (ref: Diodorus)
  • Personality: High-spirited, hospitable, fond of feasting, straightforward, frank, courageous, etc. (ref: Diodorus)
  • Notable traditions: The head as the throne of the soul, hence the custom of severed heads as trophies; comradeship was important (those with most followers considered most powerful). (ref: Polybius)
  • Traveling: Some tribes were nomadic, ridden with wanderlust, others settled down in farming communities.
  • Sexuality: Homosexuality was common and they were very nonchalant about it, showing they were comfortable with varying sexual orientations as well as sexuality in general. (ref: Athenaeus)
  • Spirituality: Animism (the notion that everything is animated with life, including nature), the worship of nature, a vast pantheon of gods that differed from tribe to tribe, but had common deities as well (ie. Cernunnos).
  • Leo: Wait, there are animals?
  • Frank: No, Animal Farm.
  • Annabeth: How do you not get that?
  • Leo: No, I know what an animal farm is.
  • Annabeth: Not an animal farm.
  • Leo: Maybe we can stampede a flock of goats down the hall.
  • Frank: ANIMAL FARM IS A BOOK.
  • Leo: No, Frank. It’s an allegorical novella about Stalinism by George Orwell, and spoiler alert: IT SUCKS.
Eternitarian

Cr.

Pairing: Taehyung / Reader.

Genre: Angst, fluff, Smut.

Summary: Taehyung’s grandmother had always taught him to see the joy in the world, unveiling every crevice to show the blossoms of beauty that hid there. And even when she was gone, and her loss burned heavy in his chest he tried to return to the light that had always been taught to him- but, eventually, even the brightest stars must eventually fall low.

Word count: 23,140

Note: So this is the second part to the beautiful words series, and so far I’m really into this. I think I should probably warn that some of these might be real angsty, just because it fits the theme I’m going for- so you’ve been warned. If you want a song to listen to while reading this I would recommend ‘Heavy Weather’ by Billie Marten because I think it fits the story really well. Enjoy!

Jungkook| Taehyung| Jimin| Namjoon| Hoseok| Yoongi| Seokjin


E-‘ter-ni-‘ter-E-an

[ɪˈtəːnɪti,iːˈtəːnɪtɛːrɪən]

NOUN

  1. One who believes in the eternity of the soul

Taehyung had always loved the sky. It was mesmerising to him, be it cloudy or clear he found difficulty in tearing his eyes away above him, small puffs of amazement leaving his lips as he traced each colour like a brush does paint. More often than not whenever he was feeling sad or lonely, especially the latter during his harder years at college, he would find himself instinctively tilting his head up; studying the patches of colour like clockwork until he felt the tension drip from his body. One of the first things that he could remember was the sky, a vast wash of blue with strung out clouds that surrounded a watery sun that dangled from a thin line, staring for so long that he had found himself blinking rapidly for a while to chase away the sunspots that crept on his vision like a fringe of lashes. While his mother had always scolded him for doing it, tapping the tip of his nose and complaining that he was “going to go blind”; his grandmother had always patted his head and nodded in understanding.

It had been something of a silent agreement between his grandmother and himself, every imaginative thought he had was always encouraged by the woman, a smile crinkling into the corners of her eyes as she watched from the porch of her country house as he had ran around as a child, fighting phantom enemies and kneeling to draw in the dust. Due to the amount of time his parents had to work at the summer, Taehyung would often find himself tripping around with his grandmother to help with her farm, or marching through the nearby forests with the other kids from doors down to occupy the time that the holidays provided. His childhood was made up of moments like this, the harsh cityscape of his home city flying far from his mind whenever his parent’s car would pull up along the dirt path and he could look up too see the sheet of blue that draped languidly above; the blur of grey concrete bleeding like ink away to show the tangle of green undergrowth and beige hills of wheat as he pressed the side of his face into the cool glass.

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I’ve been in the most awful throes of despair before, and presumably like a lot of people have had the idea of throwing in the towel in varying levels of intensity enter my thoughts over the years. Now, the only drug I’ve ever taken is alcohol, but I can TOTALLY see how using mind altering substances could distort and imbalance things even further. I’ve definitely experienced this with booze. Taking something that alters your mind even more than the naturally occuring chemicals is short term awesome, long term terrifying. But who among us has the strength and wisdom to learn that easily? Unfortunately, making the decision to end your life isn’t something you can regret and feel stupid for the next day.
It’s mainly family that will keep ya going. The problem is, when you get it in your head that your spouse, kids etc would be genuinely better off without you, there’s not much to move forward with.
People say that talking about it is important, but I’m not entirely sold on that either. Because having a conversation about a fleeting feeling can concrete that feeling, and make it real, rather than just letting it pass for the bullshit thought it really is. And that’s lethal, at least in my own experience.
To use a really lame ass analogy, its like a fire that can either keep you warm, or can burn the whole dang farm down. Using the thing that’s destroying you is a hard thing to comprehend, let alone balance.

anonymous asked:

can you write a small fic about clarke moving in to bellamy's room in arkadia? love your writing <3

a teensy little soft fic with my good friends bed sharing and cuddling

read on ao3!

They come to the realisation a mere ten minutes after breaching Arkadia’s gates.

Or, that is, Clarke comes to the realisation first, and alerts him to it when she mutters a soft, “Fuck,” under her breath.

“What? What’s wrong?” he asks, hand going straight to his rifle as his eyes immediately scan their surroundings.

She presses a hand to his shoulder. “Nothing’s wrong,” she says in an easy voice that soothes away his worries, “It’s just that I realised I no longer have a room here.”

He blinks. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” she says, flashing him a wry smile. “I used to room with my mom but that was before… everything. And I would have asked Raven, but, well…”

Raven threatened them with bodily harm before they even set foot in the lab, saying that if anyone distracted her from her work, she’d do more than just string them to a tree.

Bellamy shifts his rifle again, scruffing his toe at the dirt. They’d stopped underneath one of awnings outside on their way to the apartments.

“Well, you can always stay with me,” he says, staring hard at the line he made in the ground. He can feel her eyes on him, and it makes his ears pink.

The silence draws on long enough that he’s just about to tell her to forget about it, when Clarke says, “Actually, that doesn’t seem like a bad idea.”

“Yeah?” he asks, glancing up at her from beneath his lashes to find her gnawing on her bottom lip.

She gently nudges him with her hip. “Yeah.”

“Alright then,” he says, trying to bite a back a pleased smile.

There’s the barest hint of a smirk tugging at her lips as he leads them to his quarters, so he glances sidelong at her and says, “It’s a good thing we sorted that out quickly. You’re in dire need of a bath.”

It gets the desired result when she shoves him into the wall, and he laughs. “Fuck off, Bellamy,” she says succinctly, but she’s doing a poor job of hiding her laughter too.

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something got into the chicken coop again
my father says over breakfast.

i have started to carry salt with me
whenever i wander further
than the line of foxglove near the edge of the farm
least i offend something ancient.

something has woken the taniwha
my grandmother warns. no one listens to her.

a cottage burnt down on the farm next to ours.
no one asks when it’s going to be repaired.
nor do they ask about the family that used to live there.
three chickens died last night.

something scares me about this place
my mother admits when she doesn’t think i can hear.

the lake isn’t empty,
it has been this way for a while now.
i never thought taniwha could exist
in such shallow waters.

something scratched me in my sleep last night
my sister whispers to me before we fall asleep.

one persons guardian is another’s monster.
my grandmother says that
the lake will take her when she dies.
she calls it sacrifice.

TANIWHA | j.m

Numbers (1/1)

Rating: M

Summary: Emma can’t help but wonder where she ranks. Killian reveals.

Warnings: Mentions of bigotry. 

It’s not like she’s kept track, per se.

Emma Swan has never cared about black books or numbers: for herself or her partners. After her first (and rather disastrous) relationship, men had been a one-and-done sort of deal. No sordid swapping of past tales. No coffee and eggs in the morning. And definitely no numbers (she had donated a fair amount to the Save Haiti Hotline when one guy was persistent about her digits.)

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anonymous asked:

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.” can you write something for pynch?

i really was gonna make it angsty this time i swear but alas 

pynch + “that’s not what i meant and you know it.”

edit: this has an accompanying piece! you don’t have to read it to understand the plot here, but it’s always a fun bit of information. read it here.


Adam still didn’t know what he was looking at.

He had been standing outside with Ronan and Opal for quite some time now, with the former holding up some…thing in their hands, as if expecting Adam to fawn over it any minute.

After a few more minutes, Ronan began to tap his foot in impatience, and Opal had resigned herself to making dirt balls, occasionally throwing them at Adam, Ronan, or said thing.

“So?” Ronan prompted as he scowled at Opal, and at Adam’s lack of reaction. “What do you think?”

“I think,” he started, still somewhat at a loss, “that dragging me into the middle of nowhere to show me more of your weird dream things was uncalled for.”

Adam had expected a rolling of eyes, or some sort of biting remark, but all he got was a smirk.

“You have no idea what it is.”

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Deucalion Farms (I)

Farmer!Bellamy, and yes, there’s a part II on its way.  Snaps to @reblogginhood for the name, and dedicated to the ladies who inspired this little series.


Bellamy can’t help it— he’s a farmer’s market purist.  Farmer’s markets should be for fruits, vegetables, flowers, and maybe a stand or two of honey and beeswax products.  It’s right there in the name, after all: farmer’s market.  It’s a market for farmers, and bringing in things like jewelry booths and artisan weavers just clutters everything up and brings in hipsters who claim to want farm-to-table produce but then expect him to have tomatoes six weeks after the season is over.  Octavia (if she bothered to listen to his rants anymore) would probably point out that it brings in more customers and more customers are probably a good thing, but he didn’t care.

So when the Arkadia Collective set up next to his stall, he got annoyed.  And as Miller was fond of pointing out, Annoyed Bellamy was a jackass.  Even the fact that the Collective appeared to be entirely staffed by attractive people his age did not dissuade him from being irritated at their very presence, so naturally on the first day of the season he snapped at the blonde woman who asked if he could help her manage a tent pole.  “I’m a little busy here,” he grumped, and Miller rolled his eyes and went over.

“Don’t mind him; he just hates people.  And places, and things.  He’s like the worst parts of April Ludgate and Ron Swanson combined,” Miller said and Bellamy narrowed his eyes at the lettuce in the back of his truck.  She laughed, and he he was even more annoyed to find he liked the sound, and thus began the worst summer of his life.

Her name was Clarke and she was an artist.  Which was bad enough, except she was a good artist and Octavia bought a bracelet from her and then Lincoln spent a whole morning lurking in her booth, talking to her about her process.  And look, Bellamy liked art.  It had a place in the world and he understood that meant that some people would dedicate their lives to it, but he had a knee-jerk resentment towards anything that felt like privilege.  And I want to make beautiful things felt like the sort of thing you would only choose if you hadn’t ever worried about where your next meal was coming from.

So he did his best not to be a dick to her, but mostly he failed.  “Deucalion Farms?  What does that mean?” she asked their fourth saturday, a smile that might have been teasing on her lips.

“It means what it means,” he grumbled, because Octavia already made fun of his history-nerd tendencies enough— he didn’t need her doing it too.  Clarke looked taken aback (which he did feel bad about; he was just so bad at deciding when people were genuinely interested and when they were mocking him that he usually just assumed the latter and went on offense) and after that, she never bothered to make polite conversation with him again.  Which sucked, because when she did talk to Miller or her customers, she seemed smart and funny and like the sort of person he’d like to get to know.  But he’d screwed up twice and people like him didn’t get second chances, much less third ones, so he chalked it up to a lost cause and sank deeper into his Pretty-Artist-induced funk.

It was a bright Saturday in late June when Kane stopped by his stall.  Clarke wasn’t around that day— Luna was selling her scarves from their booth instead— so he was in a marginally less grumpy mood.  The County Commissioner shook his hand with a genial smile that Bellamy returned.  “Haven’t seen you at a meeting in a while,” Kane said.  “Abby, this is Bellamy— he owns a farm down Highway 13.

Bellamy nodded to the woman next to him who bent over a basket of blackberries, her brown braid swinging forward over her shoulder.  She looked vaguely familiar, especially when she wrinkled her forehead in contemplation.  “As long as you’re not planning on widening the road anymore, I’ve got better things to do with my time,” Bellamy chuckled.  He and Kane hadn’t gotten off to the best start— Bellamy might have called him a fascist during a particularly heated meeting about the road— but he had come to admire him.  

“Maybe we’ll put it back on the agenda, if only to get you involved again,” Kane teased.  “I heard you were in asking about permits last week?”

Abby picked up a basket of berries and motioned to it with a still-uncomfortably-familiar smile.  “I was thinking of doing some renovations, yeah,” Bellamy said, accepting her cash and counting out change.  He stuffed the bills into his cash box and flipped it shut with a snap.  “Heating that house costs a fortune in the winter— I want to see if I there’s anything I can do to bring that down, but I don’t know what I can afford yet.”

Abby piped up for the first time.  “My daughter does green design— I’m sure she’d be willing to do a consultation for you, if you’d like; give you an idea of what’s possible and what it would cost.”

“That’d be great, yeah,” he said, and Abby fished around in her purse to find a business card.  Griffin Design, it said, with a logo of a tree and an email address and a phone number in tiny script at the bottom.  He curled his hand around it and slipped it into his half apron.

He’d call her tomorrow, whoever she was.

Charr and the effects of stress

This has been talked about just a bit on the GW2RP boards, but I wanted to go a little further with it.

The topic of discussion was role playing mental health issues, and in particular, the example of PTSD cropped up.  Which is understandable, for a world like Tyria where there is a constant threat of war, such things would come into play.

But something struck me as very dismissive.  I often run into this when the topic comes around to the charr and mental illness.  The automatic response seems to be that any charr with mental illness, such as PTSD, would be turfed from their warband and barred from the Black Citadel and shunned from charr society.

That is, firstly, very problematic, and secondly, extremely dismissive of how the charr would act around such things.  To automatically assume that a race bred for war would have no use for anyone with a mental illness is, without a doubt, greatly underestimates exactly what the charr are capable of.

Given the in game examples of what could be called classic mental illnes, the charr know well enough that these things exist and that even they can be affected by them.  A prime example is Tybalt Leftpaw.  Remember, he wasn’t cast out of charr society, he left on his own.  His warband did force him out but he left the Citadel on his own after an accident caused the death of many of his bandmates.  Tybalt, while appearing lighthearted and having a sense of humour, does display classic signs of self doubt, anxiety and depression.

Another example is given to the player from Vesta Scorchpath.  Vesta speaks of another charr named Salina.  Stating Salina was rescued from a Flame Legion camp and has been invaluable as a guide.  Vesta says Salina is still a little feral after being held captive by Flame, and that she’s endured unspeakable things.  Salina is obviously a survivor of abuse and possibly rape.  The way Salina was introduce was well done, without giving the player the immediate information, but just enough to put together that Salina has survived abuse.

Then there’s Lorzohaz Huntblood, found at Almuten Estates in Gendarran Fields.  She remains with the winery as she waits for her warband.  She’s been there for over six months (now for several years), still waiting.  Most likely she’s in denial that her warband is most likely gone and she’s not accepting that they possibly could be.  She’s just following orders to wait for them.

Those are just a few examples of charr that could be, and most likely are, suffering from some form of mental illness.

But I doubt the charr would give up so easily on anyone that is suffering from some form of mental illness, such as PTSD, depression, anxiety, and so on.  They’re probably very aware of the fact that constant combat has an affect on the mental health of their soldiers.  After all, everyone from the highest tribune all the way down to a farm hand considers themselves a soldier.  They all work, in their own way, for the betterment of the Black Citadel.  Everyone’s job is just as important as everyone else.  You can’t have soldiers without having doctors.  You can’t have a standing army without having the agricultural system to feed them.

The charr, being masters of industry, most likely are masters of knowing just how fragile the mind is.  It’s not strength to hide this, it’s strength in knowing when one of your bandmates is suffering.  There’s most likely warbands built around the idea of tending to those very soldiers who do in fact suffer from PTSD.  The best way back into a fight is to heal, and the mind like the body, needs time.

The charr are not mindless beasts bent of destruction and war.  They’re very intelligent, strategic, and resourceful.  They’d be aware that their lifestyle can have extreme shock to their system, body and mind.  And so they’d make sure there are those in place who can deal with and help soldiers carry on.

This isn’t coddling.  It’s meeting a problem head on and finding a way to deal with it.  The charr are like that.  They see a problem and they find a way to deal with it.  Each of the Legions would most likely have warbands dedicated to medicine, dedicated to mental health and even dedicated to overseeing that each frontline warband is taken care of.  Those ‘bands that are have a better opportunity to take down objectives and complete missions.

We only see the charr as mindless beasts bent on war. But by removing that stereotype or removing that perception, the charr become far more interesting and much deeper in their entire society.

Gilded and Rouge (Part 1)

Originally posted by smiletotheshadow


Pairing: Ivar X Reader

Word Count: 1700

Warning: wee bit of smut in the beginning, series plans to get smuttier

-Part 2- -Part 3- -Part 4- -Part 5-


A good year has passed since Vikings have landed and started their pillaging. The quiet farm girl you are, dreams of something greater have long since been abandoned and perhaps not for the worst, as you’re captured in a raid and made a slave. A slave to the Viking leader no less.


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demigod tae

Originally posted by marikit257

  • i was gonna say something low key salty about got7 but i won’t cause i don’t want to get beat up
  • anyway this is demigod tae
  • if that wasn’t obvious
  • alright let’s start from the beginning shall we
  • tae’s dad was a simple man, just a farmer
  • a livestock farmer like a very small farm down in the countryside of upper new york, just past corning
  • can you raise livestock there well i guess you can now
  • it’s mostly cows!! but there’s also a little plot of land dedicated to growing some crops maybe like a sweet potato that seems valuable
  • okay anyway he has his little farm, taehyung’s dad that is, and he’s pretty isolated all to himself
  • he gets together with some other fatness occasionally and sells his goods whatever that may be
  • idk about farming im just going off harvest moon okay
  • but you know it’s whatever
  • okay down to the drama
  • there’s a forecast for major flooding in the area, and tae’s dad is a little worried because while he’s on high ground, he loves his little cows and he will not let them get hurt
  • so when the rain starts to fall, he grabs seven hundred blankets and treks out to the barn where all the cows are
  • he pats down some hay and makes a little nest for himself so he can chill with the cows
  • the rain starts to pour and it’s actually rather alarming how hard it’s slamming against the roof, but tae’s dad feels infinitely better knowing he’s with the cows and they’re safe
  • he’s relaxing, singing some songs to the cows, when there’s this sudden slamming against the barn door
  • tae’s dad thinks he must be hearing things, but he’s maybe too curious for his own good, and so he goes to check it out for himself
  • he opens the door cautiously, and standing there in the pouring down rain is a pretty lady, with a hoodie under a pair overalls
  • she’s very tanned, and her hair is dark and a little unruly, and her eyes are the color of the earth right after it rains
  • tae’s dad gets all flustered because she’s gorgeous but then he snaps out of it and ushers her in
  • so what if she’s oh, i don’t know, a serial killer or something
  • she’s kill him with a garden hoe or something smh
  • anyway he quickly searches around the barn and finds some old blankets and hands them over
  • he then takes off his jacket and says he’ll close his eyes if she wants to put it on
  • he definitely doesn’t try to peek through his fingers
  • no he wouldn’t, he’s a good guy and he gives her the privacy she needs and when she changes he opens his eyes again
  • “how’d you even find this place?” he can’t help but ask
  • the lady ignores him at first, heading over to buttercup the cow and rubbing her head affectionately
  • finally she looks over at tae’s dad “lost.”
  • he gives her this look because who even wanders out into the countryside anyhow?? like how did she even find the countryside???
  • “you must really love these cows. they’re fond of you.” the lady says with a soft smile. “especially this one.”
  • and tae’s dad eyes widen and he just gives her this look “wait can you—”
  • “what?” and she smiles and goes back to petting the cows
  • obviously she can’t really escape the rain and so the lady decides to camp out with tae’s dad and the cows for the night
  • and they spend the entire night rambling about their favorite flowers and favorite garden plants and favorite vegetables to grow and the best ways to care for chickens
  • they don’t even sleep because they spend the entire night talking and also the rain is really really loud they can’t sleep under those conditions
  • and she won’t reveal her name the entire night but when the sun starts to rise, she looks over at tae’s dad and kinda mumbles “the names demeter”
  • and tae’s dad eyes light up and he gets all smiley “you mean like the greek goddess??”
  • “something like that”
  • and by mid morning, the rain has calmed down into a soft sort of drizzle and demeter could easily leave but she chooses not too, instead the two of them stay in the barn and keep talking
  • and they kind of get on the topic of the farm and demeter is all “oh is it only you caring for everything here?”
  • and he nods “it’s fine. not many people like farming.”
  • “i like farming.”
  • it starts out with demeter showing up bright-eyed every morning, ready to work under the blazing sun with tae’s dad and yes it’s hard work but they’re always smiling and getting to know each other better and tae’s dad’s corny farm jokes make demeter giggle and blush
  • get it
  • corny jokes
  • cause it’s a farm
  • okay but the months go on and demeter is staying later and later and the two are getting closer and closer
  • and finally tae’s dad is like “there’s an extra room in the house”
  • and that’s when demeter officially moves in with tae’s dad
  • she’s like wow yikes i wasn’t planning on falling in love with him this is— this is new
  • so she’s like well i better tell him i’m the actually the greek goddess so when he’s scared away at least there’ll be a valid reason for it
  • and so one day she comes down to breakfast and sits on the old wooden bench where a plate of scrambled eggs and fresh strawberries is waiting for her
  • she kinda smiles a bit because wow she really is in love??
  • and tae’s dad comes down the stairs and his hair is a mess and he looks sleepy still and demeter is literally heart eyes for days
  • he comes and sits across from her and has the most gentle of smiles on his lips
  • demeter starts to play with her hands nervously “look, i gotta tell you something…”
  • and tae’s dad rests his hands on hers to try and calm her “it’s okay!! i already know your secret.”
  • “you, you do?!”
  • “you like me, don’t you?”
  • and demeter just stares at him because he’s giggling to himself and he looks so damn proud of himself
  • “i thought that one was obvious.” she laughs and she leans over and kisses him on the nose
  • and yes, she eventually tells him her actual secret and yes he totally flips out but not in a bad way more like the most excited wonderful way in the world
  • they don’t actually get married because yah she’s a goddess that kind of breaks the goddess rules but they basically act like it
  • they raise all the beautiful cattle and sunflowers and carrots together
  • but
  • but is that enough??
  • nah fam it’s not
  • they’re sitting at breakfast again right
  • and they’re holding hands as the sun shines through the window and the birds sing outside
  • “look, i gotta tell you something…”
  • tae’s dad laughs and he kisses her forehead “oh come on, i already know you’re the goddess demeter!!”
  • “i thought that one was obvious…”
  • they both laugh but get serious again
  • “look, the reality of it is… i’m pregnant”
  • tae’s dad screams for maybe the next seven years?? yah, at least seven
  • he spins her in his arms and kisses her face all over and then kisses her stomach
  • zeus doesn’t even seem interested in demeter and gods only know why
  • but she gets to stay with tae’s dad, and eventually, with lil baby tae
  • as soon as he can crawl baby tae is out in the garden, messing with the sunflower, pulling up carrots, trying to talk to the bumble bees
  • he’s the cutest baby and he’s spoiled by his parents, especially so by demeter who gives him the gift of being able to grow plants by singing to them
  • like one day he’ll have the potential to control plants with his song but right now he’s a small bean baby
  • get it bean
  • cause demeter
  • anyway tae is raised knowing who his mom is and he’s so damn proud even though he’s not allowed to tell anyone he’s so proud of her and he thinks she’s the coolest person in the world
  • he obviously loves his dad too
  • small bean tae names all the cows after his godly aunts and uncles and apollo is so damn offended he has an ugly ass cow named after him
  • tae absolutely adores nature like both of his parents and he’s like i’m gonna be a farmer like both of you guys are!!
  • and demeter is like look buddy… and that’s when she gives him the whole demigod talk like we love you and everything but eventually zeus is gonna come for my ass and i won’t be here to protect you any longer and you need to go to a special place called camp half blood
  • and tae just about sobs because he’s such a momma and daddy’s boy like he loves both of his parents and the idea of having to be separated from his parents breaks his heart
  • after he hears about camp half blood he sleeps in his parents bed for like four weeks straight
  • but alas the time comes for him to go and unlike most demigods there’s no monster attack, no monster chase scene
  • it’s just him and his parents all walking hand in hand to the border of camp half blood
  • tae is sniffling, because even though he’s like twelve years old he loves his parents more than anything
  • demeter promises he’s always welcome back home but she might not be there, and he need to learn and train to be able to defend himself in the demigod world
  • so tae reluctantly steps past the border and when he gets inside he’s a sniffling mess but guess what’s above his head it’s demeter’s emblem
  • the most adorable boy in the world comes running over to tae and he gets all flustered because the boy is up in space and he’s so adorable
  • “hi i’m hoseok!! i know about you, you’re the one who named a cow after my dad!! my dad said i should seek revenge but you’re so cute, so i’ll take you to your cabin instead!!”
  • that’s how tae ends up in the demeter cabin, surrounded by a bunch of siblings who immediately put a flower crown on his head and a giggling hoseok who wants one too
  • i didnt know this was four pages long but it already is and im at school typing this aren’t you guys im willing to sacrifice my grades for this au
  • jk im in creative writing this is a really chill class and i can get away with doing this kind of thing
  • okay anyway tae grows up at camp and he always goes back to visit his dad because demeter is back up on olympus but she drops by sometimes and they’ll have picnics together
  • but for the most part his days are spent at camp, training and overall being one of the heartthrobs of camp
  • like i know demeter has a wicked wrath, just think like winter?? but i see the demeter cabin being pretty chill, almost like your stereotypical hippies
  • like tae is super happy go lucky we all know that but at camp he has like zero boundaries he would probably walk up to someone and be like wow you’re so cute i wanna kiss you!!
  • probably how he met jeongguk tbh, and then yoongi respectively who then threatened to beat the daylights out of him
  • okay anyway he always has his flower crown perched atop his head, it’s never like him actively picking flowers for his crown, but like since he has the ability to revive things, he can take flowers that have died and revive them for his cute little crown
  • he makes some for all of bangtan and it’s quite the ordeal because hoseok asks if he can pretty please have sunflowers, and pink roses are obviously the flower of choice for jin, but yoongi whines and complains when he doesn’t have the same kind of flowers as jeongguk has
  • tae should make a business out of it or something
  • okay but i don’t see tae as someone who actively wants to fight even if it’s for his own protection, he thinks that monsters probably have good in them if you look long and hard enough for it
  • but he can’t just rely on that philosophy when you know- he’s about to be eaten
  • he has a spear and it’s a perfect fit because he’s tall and he’s agile and it can be used as defense as well as a weapon unlike like, idk a bow or something
  • okay anyway back to tae being the cutest smallest bean at camp who isn’t actually small but whatever
  • okay so you’re pretty on the dl around camp, you stick to your cabin, a few close friends, but you definitely don’t go out there and try to get to learn everyone and their stories
  • you like to spend your days, sparring with close friends, reading, hanging in the arts cabin, or just kind of doing your own thing
  • the rockwall is something you’ve always wanted to try though and so one day you’re like you know what i’m gonna head down there and i’m gonna climb the wall of doom
  • but there’s kind of a line going on because like while anyone can just go for it, it’s hard to maneuver when there’s seventy two other people trying to climb the same area that you are
  • and you’re like i can do this, i’ll wait, it’s no big deal
  • but after a while, you feel a pair of eyes on you
  • you know how you can just tell when someone is staring at you?
  • well that’s the feeling you’re getting right then and there and so you spin around and leaning up against a tree is the most handsome person you have ever seen
  • he’s tall, dark, and handsome
  • i finally can use this
  • yes, in all of these au’s, all the boys retain their natural glow, this is an anti-whitewashing blog
  • anyway he catches you staring and you would assume he would look away all embarrassed but nah fam, he gives you one of those nods, and then winks and you immediately turn back around and shove your hands into your pockets because that is not allowed to happen no sir how dare he do that to you
  • how dare he attack you in your own home
  • but guess what you can still feel his eyes boring a hole into the back of your head and you will not tolerate this oh no
  • so you spin back around and he smiles and motions you over and you’re like hoe don’t do it but you do anyway
  • you cautiously make your way over to him and when he sees you’re actually coming his eyes light up and this huge smile breaks out on your face and you’re like this is what heaven looks like i guess
  • “i’m taehyung, but you can call me tae, or babe, whichever you prefer”
  • you roll your eyes and laugh a bit and he laughs too and wow that’s a very nice life
  • you introduce yourself and then you ask why he called you over and suddenly he looks confused and you have this sudden panic that maybe he was waving to someone else but then he smiles all cute
  • “well, it’s cause you’re adorable!! and i wanted to tell you, duh”
  • and you get super blushy and flustered and stare up at him and he just gives a shrug and smiles again
  • “me and my friends are probably gonna head down to the lake later today, do you wanna come?”
  • a few hours later, you find yourself fending off hoseok and taehyung who are trying to splash you and jeongguk with water
  • seokjin pulls down his sunglasses to glare and jimin mimics him and yoongi naps under his floppy sunhat
  • namjoon is stuck in the middle of the war
  • when you prove very resistant to his attacks, tae starts singing to the seaweed and suddenly it’s all up on your legs and you squeal and try to move but the seaweed has you in place
  • tae giggles and demands your surrender but before he can claim victory, hoseok splashes him and tae falls back in the water dramatically
  • you break through the seaweed and run over to him to see if he’s okay but when you lean over, tae grabs your arm and pulls you down into the water with you
  • it’s really shallow so it’s not it’s dangerous and you practically fall onto tae so there’s that happening
  • you gasp loudly and try to get up but he tells you that it’s really fine and that you can be his human shield from that traitor hoseok
  • which you end up doing
  • besides tae is just warm?? and laying in the water next to him isn’t half bad
  • after that you’re always with the group, no matter what
  • mostly with tae but the group does exist in the background…
  • like you even get an honorary flower crown and tae acts oblivious when namjoon calls him out for using flowers that mean beauty and attraction and love
  • but you and tae don’t really ever hang out alone because one of the boys if not more are tagging along–
  • until you get sent on a quest
  • and taehyung is the only one who tags along
  • there’s been some suspicious activity out west and you and taehyung have been chosen to go expect the issue and fix what needs to be mended
  • the quest is really freaking vague and you and tae are somewhat confused but hey, as long as tae is by your side you don’t mind
  • he’s not very good at fighting and you always have to protect him, but he can use certain plants to heal your wounds if needed
  • he likes to set up camp at night and he always volunteers to watch first so you can sleep
  • he’s also pointing out the different kinds of plants you encounter in each of the different states and he talks about all their properties
  • at first things were kind of !! because obv you both had a thing for each other deep down but after a week in tae was like you know what—
  • and so he casually holds your hand and when you question it he says “it’s safer this way”
  • he lets you use his sleeping bag because he insists it’s warmer
  • okay anyway you get to the good old west and you’re like okay so what are we supposed to do—
  • and suddenly you get an iris message and yoongi and jin appear on the screen and you’re like my dudes!!!
  • but they look absolutely worried and now you’re kind of questioning what’s going on
  • jin sounds absolutely panicked “you two need to leave, it’s not safe for you anymore, we figured out why you two are there and-”
  • the message cuts off suddenly but right before it’s gone you hear yoongi curse
  • you and tae exchange horrified looks but you shake your head “look, we’re aware, we’ll be okay…”
  • there’s a sudden rustling from behind you and you and tae spin, but a small kid comes walking up and you’re like where—
  • “hi, i’m minhyuk!! i’m from camp jupiter, you must be taehyung?”
  • taehyung glares “hey i’m not the only person here”
  • and he introduces you with a scowl
  • “it’s okay…” you rub his arm soothingly “i didn’t know there was another camp–”
  • “really??” minhyuk just shrugs. “well come with me, we have a lot to talk about!!”
  • minhyuk grabs you by the hand and tae just about has a heart attack because wait no other cute boys aren’t allowed to touch you like that !!
  • but anyway you end up at camp jupiter or as you like to call it “camp sticks up their asses” because it’s so strict
  • it’s nothing like camp half blood and while it’s definitely impressive it’s not home whatsoever
  • and like everyone seems way too interested in taehyung and you’re not liking it whatsoever
  • like everyone is like wow you’re so handsome and so gifted and so strong
  • and tae is like i’ve never killed a monster lol
  • and they just— still so handsome and so gifted and so strong!!!
  • and you’re wondering what the heck is going on and why you’re here and what your quest is
  • but one day while you and tae are eating your meal, one of the campers, a kid named wonho, asks tae to follow him
  • you get up to tag along but wonho smiles softly “we’ll be back in a few okay??”
  • but they’re not back in a few
  • in fact it’s night and you’re still waiting for tae
  • luckily a pair of friends named taeil and sicheng try to keep you company and cheer you up
  • but you’re sniffling because you and tae are a duo and now he’s gone—
  • and it’s light out and camp and you go to the guest house alone
  • it’s past midnight when tae comes stumbling in
  • you bolt up and slide off the bunk to meet him and you pull him into your arms
  • “what the hell is going on?!”
  • taehyung shakes his head “they’re trying… the gods are a bunch of crackheads–”
  • and how he’s rambling and he’s talking about the gods and how their split personas are getting worse and how zeus///jupiter has this wild idea to try and merge camps permanently through an exchange program of sorts and how he was the one nominated along with the wonho kid and neither of them had a say in it whatsoever
  • and taehyung says he will not do it there’s no way in all the underworld he will do it
  • and you tell him to calm down and take some deep breaths because he’s overworking himself but he takes you by the shoulders
  • “i’m not leaving camp half blood!! i grew up there!! my family is there!! and you’re there, i’m not ever going to leave your side!!”
  • “tae, nobody ever said-”
  • “i love you!!!”
  • and you two just stare at each other and there are hot tears streaming down his face but he smiles softly “gods i really love you”
  • and he leans down and kisses you so so so gently as if you might break if he’s any rougher
  • that night you two crawl into the same bunk, snuggled together and praying for the best
  • you’re both shaken awake violently though, and you open your eyes to see taeil and minhyuk standing there
  • “hurry up hurry up, we’re getting you out!!”
  • the four of you sneak out of the cabin to the edge of camp and you’re like but what about the guards but minhyuk just laughs and giggles
  • boom you’re swept up in this black mist and it feels like you’re body is pulling itself apart—
  • tae grabs your hand and squeezes it tight
  • when you open your eyes you’re standing in the middle of what looks like a desert
  • “sorry, shadow travel is exhausting” minhyuk yawns
  • and you and tae just stare in confusion??? because minhyuk??? a son of pluto??? but he’s so pure???
  • “opposites attract i guess!!!”
  • he says he and taeil will get you guys out of california for protection
  • and they do
  • you and tae make it back to camp half blood safely and you explain the details to chiron because he wasn’t even sure what was going on
  • he says he’ll try to mediate ok the gods behalf
  • and most of the gods side against zeus so it’s okay!!!
  • you and tae are safe and very much in love
  • the end