Public-Fountain

Allura: Okay paladins, you have some free time!

Shiro: *almost dies*

Keith: *almost gets arrested*

Hunk: *almost forced to work at an alien fast food restaurant for the rest of his life* *becomes space Gordon Ramsey instead*

Lance: *brings home a cow*

Pidge: *gets Lance to join them in digging for money from a public fountain*

annawrites  asked:

i've enjoyed your prompt fills so much, thank you for sharing them!! if you feel like it: chef!andrew trying (and failing) to woo picky eater neil with fancy food? :)

The thing about growing up on the run is that you never really develop a palate.

You eat what’s there to be eaten, whatever you manage to stuff in your pockets while your mother distracts the cashier trying to haggle for cigarettes, as if it’s anywhere near possible to haggle in a 7/11.

You eat school lunches, bland chicken nuggets and congealed mac and cheese and unseasoned carrots with those little close to expired fruit cups with the peaches and cherries and simple syrup.

You drink gas station coffee—maybe it stunts your growth, but you drink it anyway—and fill old plastic water bottles from drinking fountains or public restroom sinks.

At least, that’s what Neil tries to explain to Matt one day, when Matt invites Neil to his favorite restaurant in his hometown. It just so happens that Matt’s hometown is New York City, and the chef at this place has a Michelin star, but Neil isn’t on the run anymore and his paycheck is hefty enough that he can afford it.

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An Open Letter to Non-Vaxxers:

Tonight, while enjoying a nice dinner, I got a call from the director of my son’s preschool. She was calling to tell me that they had made the decision to put my son in a different class because two children in the class he was supposed to be in have “opted out” of their vaccines. This may not sound like a big thing. He is still in the Tuesday-Thursday class, and since he doesn’t start school until next Tuesday, it’s not like he has to get readjusted to a whole new class. No harm, no foul. Actually, this is a big deal–a very big deal. You see, my son is immunocompromised. He has cancer. He was fully vaccinated and supporting the whole “herd immunity” thing before his cancer diagnosis, but that darn chemo wiped out his immunity to the communicable diseases against which he had already been vaccinated.

So, parents who choose to not vaccinate because you feel it’s the “right choice for your family”, I would like to thank you. Thank you for adding yet another worry to my plate and my husband’s plate. You see, we already worry about a lot–it’s an unfortunate part of your child having cancer–you worry every night. On top of worrying about things like relapse, organ toxicity brought on by chemo, debilitating late effects of chemo, secondary cancers brought on by chemo, the mental effects of having more than three years of painful treatment, we now get to worry about, of all things, measles. And mumps. And whooping cough. And chicken pox.

Let me explain something about having a child with cancer to you: everything is robbed from your child in some form or another. Friends, Halloween, Christmas, play dates, school. It’s all taken away at some point or another and in some form or another because we have to protect our children from germs, because if they catch the wrong germs during the worst part of treatment, they can die. My son was isolated from everyone except immediate family for an entire year. For parents whose children are going through chemo, the decision to send them to school is a momentous one. It requires a leap of faith and trust in the surrounding community, in your child’s teachers and administrators, and in the families sending their children to school. It requires herd immunity. Now, even though my son is now in a different class than your unvaccinated children, I get to worry about him using the communal bathroom, the playground, and even walking around the halls with them. If there is an outbreak of measles in, say, Austin this winter, I won’t know if you have relatives in Austin and went to go see those relatives for Uncle Bobby’s birthday. I won’t know if your child was exposed to measles at the Austin Chuck-E-Cheese and then showed up at school on Tuesday. Oh, I’m sure you’ll do your due diligence and call the school to inform everyone that your child has come down with a case of the measles once it appears, but, the damage is done–the exposure to my immunocompromised child has already happened. It’s too late. Your choice just earned him a ticket to the hospital. Your choice just earned him a lot of shots and more toxic drugs in the desperate effort to stave off whatever disease your unvaccinated child passed to him. If, God forbid, he does come down with that disease, your choice just earned him a trip to the Pediatric ICU for a while–days, maybe weeks. Your choice may cost us our son. Who knows–it depends on how his already stressed body handles everything.

People like to say that in choosing to not vaccinate, they are making the “best choice for their family”, and that, after all, their children are the ones at risk, not other people’s children. No, sorry, you’re wrong. Choosing to home school is a choice that is made in the best interest of a family–it impacts nobody but your family. Choosing to eat all organic and locally grown food is a choice that impacts nobody but your family. For that matter, choosing to eat nothing but fast food and frozen meals is a choice that impacts nobody but your family. Choosing to not vaccinate impacts my family and my immunocompromised son. It impacts the teacher who is pregnant and teaching your non-vaccinated child. It impacts the man going through chemo who happened to be behind you in the grocery store when your unvaccinated child sneezed. It impacts the mom next to you at the pick up line at school who is on immunosuppressive drugs for her rheumatoid arthritis and who is bending down to hug her child just as your unvaccinated child coughs. Your “choice” has repercussions for your community.

Part of the cost of living in a first world country is that you have to do things that support the community in which you live. You pay taxes to pay for the police that respond to your 911 calls, to pay for the teachers who teach your children, and to pay for roads to be plowed and paved. You obey traffic laws to ensure an orderly flow of traffic. You don’t shout “fire” in a crowded theater because to do so would cause pandemonium and chaos. Sometimes, to live in a place with the privileges we enjoy here in America, you suck it up and do things you don’t want to do because it’s for the communal good. If everyone chose otherwise, we would not be a first world country. We would be a country without laws, roads, and schools. We would be a country overrun with disease. Your responsibility to your community is to vaccinate your child. The number of people who actually, literally, physically can’t have vaccines is extraordinarily small. The number of people who choose to not vaccinate is not–it’s growing. These people cite a vague unease about the number of vaccines a child gets or statistics they learned from Internet memes on autism. They confess conspiracy theories about Big Pharma and how it’s all a ploy to get doctors and pharmacists rich. They share anecdotes of a college friend’s neighbor’s son who got so sick from his vaccine he was hospitalized. They say their child got incredibly sick from the one round of vaccines he or she got at his 2 month visit, and they said they’re not vaccinating anymore. Guess what–if your child is sitting here today, talking, walking, eating, laughing, playing, and learning, he or she wasn’t that ill from the vaccine. He or she got a fever and reacted to the vaccine–it doesn’t mean they had an “adverse” reaction.

I am horrified, non-vaxxers, that you are so quick to forget the lessons of history. You’re spoiled and selfish because you have never seen the horrors of a society in which vaccines are not available. Perhaps you should talk to my mother about her neighbor growing up–the one who contracted German measles while pregnant with her third child. That third child was born deaf and with brain damage, thanks to his mother catching that communicable–and now preventable–disease while pregnant. Perhaps you should talk to anyone over the age of 60 about what it was like when polio was around–how nobody was allowed to go swimming or use public drinking fountains for fear of catching that dreaded–and now preventable–disease. Perhaps you should talk to the parents of a child with cancer whose daughter spent a month in the Pediatric ICU during treatment because she caught chicken pox–a preventable disease–from an unvaccinated classmate. Perhaps you should take a trip to a third world country and explain to them why they should not be lining up in droves to get their children vaccinated by the Red Cross or other relief organizations. Perhaps, better yet, you should keep your children out of school.

—  Alex Pomadoni via Imgur

i’m sick of doom-and-gloom, 2edgy4u urban fantasies with angsty Chosen Ones™ and constant hard darkness and entirely too many werewolves. so here’s a list of kinder urban fantasy things:

• pharmacies run by faeries who can tell what you need with a single touch and who are tipped with dollar coins and drawstring pouches of sugar (don’t worry, they have human employees to handle the iron supplements)

• dryads who tend to the parks and sidewalk trees and have the ability to purify little patches of air for asthmatics who have difficulty breathing in the polluted city air

• tiny water sprites living in public fountains who use the coins people make wishes with to buy thimblefuls of coffee– once they’ve granted the wish to the best of their ability, of course

• sphinxes who guard libraries and only ask riddles at the level each passing person is capable of answering

• and werewolves too, I suppose, but they don’t sit around angsting all day about being monsters because there’s a monthly bus service that takes them to special parks just outside the city where they can spend the night running around and roughhousing without hurting anyone. they also get the next two days following the full moon off from work since wolfing is very tiring.

because while cities can be hard, dark, unfriendly places, they’re also vibrant and bright and full of all kinds of wonderful people

anonymous asked:

Coming off the Lance post, what unique skills DOES Lance bring to the team? ...if any?

Weapon/technology abilities:

Lance:

> Alongside Hunk, only member of the team with a ranged weapon.

> Quite possibly, longest-range bayard.

> Bayard that affords itself the most to precision attacks. 

Blue Lion:

> Specialty terrain advantage in water and icy environments (far more common than, say, an environment that is on fire)

> No exploitable weaknesses- good speed, good firepower, good armor.

> Ice cannon

> Sonic cannon, can be used as a weapon and as a scanner.

> Third largest Lion, and more agile than the Yellow Lion. 

Psychologically:

Approachable and gregarious. A quick study of people and cultures. Has the most initiative out of the team in terms of engaging with new things, as shown in that he was the first one to bond with a Lion. Out of the team, would probably make a good diplomat alongside Shiro and Allura. Intrinsically motivated to understand people.

As a leg pilot, a supporting pillar of the team. Someone who connects with peers and checks in with them.

More or less the “heart” of the team- compassionate, open, trusting. The friend who will catch coins in his teeth doing a dolphin impression in a public fountain to buy you a video game.

An effective think-on-his-feet strategist (see: when he and Keith split off from the team during the Balmera rescue in s1e7) In particular, his adaptability and propensity for unorthodox maneuvers allows him to react to situations with an element of finesse when full-power assaults don’t work- consider s2e10, rescuing Slav by targeting a joint on the warden’s mechanical arm, and s2e2, where he was able to fight, and neutralize a mind-controlled Hunk when Hunk had him physically overpowered rather badly, without Lance being able to draw his bayard on Hunk, and while being beset by other attackers (Luxia’s guards). Also even when his trust leads him into a bad situation, he was the first to raise the alarm and call for help, even working his way around his restraints to do so. 

Perceptive. Literally nobody could sneak an impostor onto the team past Lance. Don’t believe me? S1e4, AKA the time Lance, within five seconds, was able to tell one literally identical robot from another, when said robot does not have either body language or facial expressions, and he had known it for maybe days, tops, during which it mostly just followed Pidge around- and Lance was still able to tell the bomb drone was not Rover, realize it was going to explode, and tackle Coran out of the way.

On that note- diligent, intelligent, and tenacious (as he would have to be, in order to make it in not only a space exploration program but making the more prestigious class.) Has shown the capacity to catch his second wind and fight through grievous internal injuries ( “yeah, after I emerged from a coma and shot his arm off,” )

In a more or less direct confrontation of wills, Shiro definitely blinked first. (s2e8) Let’s clarify that a bit: Lance, when sufficiently motivated, can stare down the person whose specific paladin virtues are control and force of personality.

anonymous asked:

Ok so I've been following you for a while and I always love when you give opinions on things. So can we discuss what kind of drunks you think each bts member would be? Also what are you? I'm like the super happy and horny drunk like I compliment everyone and always end up making new friends and I'm always ready to fuck as soon as I start getting tipsy lol don't judge me

I’m a pretty happy drunk. I can be shy and reserved in real life, but after drinking… I just want to be everybody’s best friend.  Also, I get real handsy when I’ve been drinking. I want to hug all the people and pet their hair.  

 As for the members…

DRUNK BTS ACCORDING TO ME!!!

Originally posted by jiminrolls

Jin:  Super friendly drunk.  Goes around and introduces himself to everyone in the bar.  Then introduces everyone to each other in the bar. “Hi, I’m Jin who are you? Mike? Nice to meet you Mike.” 5 minutes later “Hi, I’m Jin, who are you? Nancy?  Nice to meet you Nancy.  Have you met my new best friend Mike? No?  Here, come with me so you can meet him.” *drags Nancy across the bar to meet Mike* ALSO – when there is music playing, Jin goes out to the middle of the dance floor to bust out some super cool new dance moves that he just made up.

Originally posted by jjibooty

Yoongi: Oh my god obnoxiously bossy drunk and over explains everything. “Yah! You, stranger in the green hat standing next to me, did I just hear you say that Wu Tang Clan is overrated?  Make room for me because I’m gonna spend the next 30 minutes explaining why you are wrong and no, you may not interrupt me.”  ALSO – sings along, loudly and off key, to every fucking song that comes on – even if he doesn’t know the words.

Originally posted by yoongles

Hoseok: Sentimental and sappy drunk.  “Jiminie – have I ever told you that I love you?  You are a brother to me, man.  I would do anything for you.  Anything!” *hugs Jimin tightly, nearly cutting off his oxygen* “I love you man! I LOVE YOU!”  *sees lady at bar looking at him hugging Jimin* “Hey lady, look at this guy here – he’s the best guy in the world!  THE BEST! I LOVE THIS DUDE!”  ALSO – drunk dials everyone he knows – everyone.

Originally posted by apgujeon

Namjoon:  That philosophical streak he has when he’s sober?  It gets amped up 100000%. *stares at his glass of scotch on the rocks and turns to random person standing next to him* “Do you ever think about the ephemeral nature of ice?  It starts as liquid, is transformed to solid and the minute you take it out of the freezer to use it, it starts transforming back into liquid. It is destined to return to its natural state.  Do you think the ice is bothered by the external forces causing it to change? Aren’t people exactly the same way? External forces make us change but the change is impermanent the minute those forces are removed…” *person walks away shaking their head but Namjoon carries on with their conversation talking to no one*  ALSO – has a tendency to fall off his bar stool, repeatedly.

Originally posted by missbaptan

Jimin:  Horny drunk.  Embarrassingly horny drunk.  Wanders around the bar making eye contact with random women and licking his lips until he finds one that doesn’t find that overwhelmingly creepy.  Uses cheesy pick-up lines but is completely serious when he says it.  “You know, your body is 65% water.  And I’m thirsty.” Or “If I told you that you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me?”  Stares at your chest the entire time you talk to him.  Does nothing by grind against you if you agree to dance with him.  ALSO – loses all sense of direction.  Asks where the bathroom is and gets lost walking there even though it was only 15 feet away.

Originally posted by kths

Actual footage of drunk Taehyung not available.  You’ll just have to imagine him naked.

Taehyung: Exactly the same. Only naked.  Nobody knows why, but Taehyung has an overwhelming urge to disrobe whenever he gets drunk.  Usually, he can contain himself enough to only remove his shoes, socks and shirt before running down the street half dressed, but has been known to strip down to his undies and jump in a public fountain on occasion.  The members are constantly watching to make sure he doesn’t drink too much when they are out in public.  ALSO – climbs things; couches, fences, tables, people… he just doesn’t want to keep his feet on the ground.

Originally posted by jayfatuasian

Jungkook:  Competitive and a show-off.  *turns to random stranger* “You wanna arm wrestle?  Winner pays for the other’s drink.”  Constantly challenging people to a game of darts or pool or whatever is available.  If there is a dance floor, he’ll be out there challenging people to a dance off — only they generally don’t know that’s what he’s doing.  They just think he’s a weird guy who ran up to them and started aggressively dancing while staring them down.   ALSO – in his zeal to do everything better, faster, harder… he tends to knock a lot of stuff over.  Breaks glasses, runs into people, tips over chairs.

      Ancient Hellas Polyphemus, head of Hellenistic statue (marble), 2nd century BC, (Museum of Fine Arts, Boston).

This head comes from a group, probably of the blinding of Polyphemos, similar to that constructed from fragments found in the grotto at Sperlonga, along the Italian coast southwest of Rome. Polyphemos is based, in details of hair and beard, on a Pergamene centaur. The sculptor was wise in rejecting the… older tradition, one seen in Hellenistic terracottas, of showing the monstrous giant as a kind of fat-faced baboon, with large ears and his eye set like a beacon light in the middle of his forehead. Here the rugged, animal power of the creature has been stressed.
Broken off through the neck and the lower whiskers, the head is in relatively excellent condition, save for the damage to the beard below the mouth. The marble has a yellow-buff tone.

This is the head of the one-eyed, man-eating Cyclops whom Odysseus finally outwitted and blinded. Here the monster is in a peaceful mood, either waiting to receive the cup of wine offered him by Odysseus, or, more likely, gazing love-struck at the indifferent sea nymph Galatea. The head comes from a sculptural group that might have adorned a public fountain or a luxurious seaside villa. The type originated in the second century B.C., yet the lively and direct style of this piece makes difficult to judge whether it is a contemporary variant or a Roman copy.
(uploaded by Ancient Hellas on facebook)

Der Ostereierbaum, a German tradition of decorating trees and bushes with Easter eggs. The tradition is centuries old - its exact origins have been lost but the egg is an ancient symbol of life worldwide. In Germany, eggs are hung on branches of outdoor trees and bushes or on cut branches inside. The custom is found mostly in Germany and Austria, even though other European countries and German-influenced places such as the Ukraine, Poland, Czech Rep, Hungary, and the Pennsylvania Dutch region of the United States have picked up the custom. Egg trees are also sometimes decorated on May Day, Whitsun, and the Summer Solstice. Other German Easter traditions include the dressing of public wells and fountains as Osterbrunnen (mostly Southern), Osterhasen and Ostereier (Easter Bunnies and Easter Eggs, everywhere), and Osterfeuer (Easter bonfires, mostly Northern).

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An Open Letter to Non-Vaxxers


Tonight, while enjoying a nice dinner, I got a call from the director of my son’s preschool. She was calling to tell me that they had made the decision to put my son in a different class because two children in the class he was supposed to be in have “opted out” of their vaccines. This may not sound like a big thing. He is still in the Tuesday-Thursday class, and since he doesn’t start school until next Tuesday, it’s not like he has to get readjusted to a whole new class. No harm, no foul. Actually, this is a big deal–a very big deal. You see, my son is immunocompromised. He has cancer. He was fully vaccinated and supporting the whole “herd immunity” thing before his cancer diagnosis, but that darn chemo wiped out his immunity to the communicable diseases against which he had already been vaccinated. So, parents who choose to not vaccinate because you feel it’s the “right choice for your family”, I would like to thank you. Thank you for adding yet another worry to my plate and my husband’s plate. You see, we already worry about a lot–it’s an unfortunate part of your child having cancer–you worry every night. On top of worrying about things like relapse, organ toxicity brought on by chemo, debilitating late effects of chemo, secondary cancers brought on by chemo, the mental effects of having more than three years of painful treatment, we now get to worry about, of all things, measles. And mumps. And whooping cough. And chicken pox.

BLet me explain something about having a child with cancer to you: everything is robbed from your child in some form or another. Friends, Halloween, Christmas, play dates, school. It’s all taken away at some point or another and in some form or another because we have to protect our children from germs, because if they catch the wrong germs during the worst part of treatment, they can die. My son was isolated from everyone except immediate family for an entire year. For parents whose children are going through chemo, the decision to send them to school is a momentous one. It requires a leap of faith and trust in the surrounding community, in your child’s teachers and administrators, and in the families sending their children to school. It requires herd immunity. Now, even though my son is now in a different class than your unvaccinated children, I get to worry about him using the communal bathroom, the playground, and even walking around the halls with them. If there is an outbreak of measles in, say, Austin this winter, I won’t know if you have relatives in Austin and went to go see those relatives for Uncle Bobby’s birthday. I won’t know if your child was exposed to measles at the Austin Chuck-E-Cheese and then showed up at school on Tuesday. Oh, I’m sure you’ll do your due diligence and call the school to inform everyone that your child has come down with a case of the measles once it appears, but, the damage is done–the exposure to my immunocompromised child has already happened. It’s too late. Your choice just earned him a ticket to the hospital. Your choice just earned him a lot of shots and more toxic drugs in the desperate effort to stave off whatever disease your unvaccinated child passed to him. If, God forbid, he does come down with that disease, your choice just earned him a trip to the Pediatric ICU for a while–days, maybe weeks. Your choice may cost us our son. Who knows–it depends on how his already stressed body handles everything.


People like to say that in choosing to not vaccinate, they are making the “best choice for their family”, and that, after all, their children are the ones at risk, not other people’s children. No, sorry, you’re wrong. Choosing to home school is a choice that is made in the best interest of a family–it impacts nobody but your family. Choosing to eat all organic and locally grown food is a choice that impacts nobody but your family. For that matter, choosing to eat nothing but fast food and frozen meals is a choice that impacts nobody but your family. Choosing to not vaccinate impacts my family and my immunocompromised son. It impacts the teacher who is pregnant and teaching your non-vaccinated child. It impacts the man going through chemo who happened to be behind you in the grocery store when your unvaccinated child sneezed. It impacts the mom next to you at the pick up line at school who is on immunosuppressive drugs for her rheumatoid arthritis and who is bending down to hug her child just as your unvaccinated child coughs. Your “choice” has repercussions for your community.


Part of the cost of living in a first world country is that you have to do things that support the community in which you live. You pay taxes to pay for the police that respond to your 911 calls, to pay for the teachers who teach your children, and to pay for roads to be plowed and paved. You obey traffic laws to ensure an orderly flow of traffic. You don’t shout “fire” in a crowded theater because to do so would cause pandemonium and chaos. Sometimes, to live in a place with the privileges we enjoy here in America, you suck it up and do things you don’t want to do because it’s for the communal good. If everyone chose otherwise, we would not be a first world country. We would be a country without laws, roads, and schools. We would be a country overrun with disease. Your responsibility to your community is to vaccinate your child. The number of people who actually, literally, physically can’t have vaccines is extraordinarily small. The number of people who choose to not vaccinate is not–it’s growing. These people cite a vague unease about the number of vaccines a child gets or statistics they learned from Internet memes on autism. They confess conspiracy theories about Big Pharma and how it’s all a ploy to get doctors and pharmacists rich. They share anecdotes of a college friend’s neighbor’s son who got so sick from his vaccine he was hospitalized. They say their child got incredibly sick from the one round of vaccines he or she got at his 2 month visit, and they said they’re not vaccinating anymore. Guess what–if your child is sitting here today, talking, walking, eating, laughing, playing, and learning, he or she wasn’t that ill from the vaccine. He or she got a fever and reacted to the vaccine–it doesn’t mean they had an “adverse” reaction.


I am horrified, non-vaxxers, that you are so quick to forget the lessons of history. You’re spoiled and selfish because you have never seen the horrors of a society in which vaccines are not available. Perhaps you should talk to my mother about her neighbor growing up–the one who contracted German measles while pregnant with her third child. That third child was born deaf and with brain damage, thanks to his mother catching that communicable–and now preventable–disease while pregnant. Perhaps you should talk to anyone over the age of 60 about what it was like when polio was around–how nobody was allowed to go swimming or use public drinking fountains for fear of catching that dreaded–and now preventable–disease. Perhaps you should talk to the parents of a child with cancer whose daughter spent a month in the Pediatric ICU during treatment because she caught chicken pox–a preventable disease–from an unvaccinated classmate. Perhaps you should take a trip to a third world country and explain to them why they should not be lining up in droves to get their children vaccinated by the Red Cross or other relief organizations. Perhaps, better yet, you should keep your children out of school.

Alex Pomadoni

I am thoroughly devoted to being too invested to mundane details of Theodesian life.

How many elves ended up in Anders clinic with their legs and arms fucked up, lungs over-stressed, and muscles pulled, from trying to dive down to the bottom at the Harbor and retrieve fallen cargo from the thick muck, because the foreman said it was retrieve the shipment or their job? 
How many times did people come running to him to get him to rush to the alienage or beg him to tell them what to do when someone was drowning because teenagers were trying to fish off the pier and fell in but didn’t know how to swim because the harbor is too deep too immediately to learn in? Even if you know how, the mud at the bottom is layers an layers of sloughed off stone and building materials, emptied chamber pots, street run off, and silt– sucking you under once your feet start to sink. 
How many people in the Alienage, in Lowtown, in the Lowtown sewers that eat the fish caught close to shore and get sick because the fish are heavy in metals from runoff from the foundries? 

How many people had breathing and heart trouble from the smoke from the foundries settling in and around their houses on days wind didn’t push it away? How many days did it waft up and smoke out Darktown, making their lives even harder. 
How many people were washed out of Darktown and into the harbour when it rained hard enough and all of Hightown’s drainage came down– Darktown is literally the sewer and it all goes through there. 
While Lowtown is across the bay, how bitter a taste does it leave in their mouths when they watch clean water being washed through Hightowns gutters and pushing out through the openings on the cliff. 
We never see public fountains or water areas– so either the wells are all private, or Kirkwall’s water depends upon the Chantry which seems unlikely since it was set up by the Tevinter Imperium. That being said, it’s likely the water system is per-mansion in Hightown and fountains somewhere in Lowtown– likely pumps in squares where they can be locked down during riots. 
I imagine that means Darktown residents have to walk a very long way to get water, and we have canon information about Merrill’s water situation– namely that it isn’t good. Lowtown in general probably doesn’t have much better water. Hightown is likely the only section with clean and pure water.

faequeen40  asked:

Lord have mercy I love your writing! Your kiss prompts are so well done that on a scale of one to even, I simply can't. Of course, leading up to that. I really want the K. :D

*takes advantage of the fact that ‘apprends moi’ (teach me) and ‘ah, prends moi’ (ah, take me) are a simple hitch of breath apart :3c*

(am i doing year-old prompts? yes i am absolutely doing year-old prompts)

S'il vous plaît = please (polite)
apprends moi = teach me
prends moi = take me
beau gosse = approximately ‘good-looking kid’ or ‘stud’ (what marinette calls adrien instead of ‘hot stuff’ in the french dub)

dedicated to @isadorator for her help with betaing my remix, THANK YOU AGAIN ♥♥♥

and THANK YOU @mirthaculous FOR MAKING THIS MAKE SENSE YOU ARE A GODSEND ;A;

18: Underwater Kiss

Ladybug took stock of the situation:

The three of them (her, Chat, and the akuma) had been thrown into a town square of sorts: an open space that was now surrounded by walls of water on all sides. Geyser had taken a break from blasting powerful waterspouts at them to pose and laugh maniacally, but still wasn’t wearing any obvious accessories or objects that she could see.

The city at large (or what she could see of it, at least) had been turned into an elaborate deathtrap of a water-park-slash-fountain-showcase. Their attempt to curb the flooding by Cataclysming the public fountain that Geyser had designed had backfired, simply allowing more water to burst forth from beneath Paris’ paved streets. And Chat…

Chat was casting nervous, wincing glances at the last flickering light of his Miraculous.

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Sorbet: Eyelet what are you doing? You can’t just hop in the fountain.

Eyelet: *giggles* I can, and I think I just did *kicks some water his way*

Sorbet: *stepping into the fountain* Come on Eyelet, seriously its kind of a law, you can’t just play in a public fountain

Eyelet: Loosen up Sorbet! Learn to live a little *splash’s him with some water*

Sorbet: Oh now you are asking for it!

In 2010 six black teenagers drowned in the Louisiana Red River, researchers found that 70% of black people do not know how to swim - that black kids are three times more likely to drown, the question became: ‘why do blacks possess the fear of water?’

I’ve heard sharks followed slave ships crossing the Atlantic Ocean, trailing black bodies thrown overboard
I heard during slave time white masters refused to let blacks learn them to swim because a swimming slave could get away,
Could swim to freedom
Could figure out a way to wade in the water-
I heard little black kids ain’t nothing but 'gator bait; 'gator bait lets you catch an alligator so big, so vicious it’d bite like racism
Black momma’s be like 'keep your kids out the water, it ain’t safe child’

I heard a Jim Crowe North and a Ku Klux South kept coloureds out of public swimming pools and off public water fountains,
I heard they hose niggers down with a firefighter water hose like you hose down a rabied dog in the summertime heat

A New Orleaner heard come hell or high water they were gonna watch niggers drown in a hurricane down south,
Heard they knew the levees was gonna give in and break
Knew the waters was coming to wash niggers away

Tell me, how do a nigger keep their head above water if niggers can’t swim? Niggers can’t doggy paddle, niggers can’t tread water,
Niggers jump, but never jump in
I sprint, you swim
Niggers can’t float - our body’s too dense,
We don’t fuck with the rain cos our hair just got did.

I heard yesterday, in Detroit, they cut the water off
I heard the water don’t run
I heard the faucets run dry
I heard kids are dehydrated, niggers is thirsty.

Heard they’ve been gasping for air
Been drowning in oppression
For what feels like forever, ever since crossing the Atlantic
Been feeling lost at sea
Been feeling like a fish out of water
Like a body sinking in the deep end
Like treading troubled waters
And drowning.

—  ‘Water’ by Porsha O (x)
Archipelago

Pairing: Fleur Delacour x Hermione Granger aka fleurmione

Written for: The Rairpairsnet Monthly Challenge

Words: ~1400

I mean??? Fleurmione??? I was gonna write Daphne x Hermione but it just wasn’t happening so Fleurmione it is whoops


She does the precise opposite of what everyone expects her to do, and it contradicts her entire history of logical decisions and responsible actions, of follow-through, in one fell swoop.

The war is hardly over and she is packing and this time it is just one rucksack. A plain bag that sits comfortably around her shoulders and rests snuggly against her lower back. It has the bare necessities; she refuses to take even one single book after a year on the run with an entire library that, made weightless by magic or not, had slowly but surely crushed her under their weight, compressed the disks of her spine until the atoms just simply could not be forced any closer together. Her chest felt bound, her ribs a container too small for her organs, for her heart and it was breathtaking and painstaking and it was crippling, crippling, crippling.

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Parties

Parties had never been your scene. Watching confused girls dry hump asshole boys was never something you enjoyed seeing. The only upside to parties must be the booze but you were never the best at handling your liquor. And considering the last time you drank booze and ended up swimming in a public fountain, you didn’t dare to take another shot. So the only option for you to do was sit on a lumpy old couch with a red cup filled with tap water and not so patiently wait for your boyfriend to remember your existence. 

You were never the patient type. You crossed your legs and tapped on your cup trying to suppress the anger that was vibrating off of you. People who looked at you or tried to approach you would only be greeted with a cold glare that satan himself couldn’t compare with. 

Hours later you finally got to see the familiar figure that had practically dragged you to this party. There was a tall girl beside him dressed in the skimpiest clothes you had ever seen. She had her arm hooked around your boyfriends arm, using him as support since she was so drunk she could barely stand up right. The situation only becomes worse when your boyfriend puts his free hand over her own and smiles. Their faces were inches apart by now, one breath away. The girl leans in but as soon as her lips so much as brush against his, he jerks away. 

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As luck would have it as he turns to walk away he meets your gaze. If looks could kill he would have been six feet under ground. He begins to give you an apologetic smile from across the room but he stopped when you stood up from the couch and give him a wide grin. Not an evil grin or a mischievous grin. But the grin that he feared the most, the you-don’t-even-know-what-you-just-started grin. A look of panic spreads through his face in realization of what you’d just witnessed. 

If you had been angry before, you were fucking livid now. You strolled over to the mini bar and chugged two shots of vodka without blinking. You felt the warm and bitter liquid run down your throat and felt the effect almost instantly. You thanked the gods that Jiyong himself had picked out the dress you were wearing. A knee length bondage dress the color of red wine which accentuated your skin. Back in your apartment he had gushed about your hourglass figure. The dress that he had chosen would soon be you weapon against him. 

You strolled to where the grinding figures were dancing but soon stopped. You were angry but not angry enough to let another dumbass have the honor of laying his hands on you. You turned on your heels and went back to the bar. You noticed that there was a man alone. Even though his back was turned you knew exactly who it was. 

“Seunghyun!” You sat down on the empty seat beside of him. 

He looked over at you and immediately smiled. He through one hand over you and gave you a side hug. You pulled away allowing him to see your outfit. His eyes widened in surprise and he nodded his head in approval. 

“Wow,” he gushed. “You look amazing,” 

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“You do to,” You placed a hand on his arm and squeezed. Making a slight blush rise up to his cheeks which only made you chuckle. He shook his head and took another drink from his glass never taking his eyes off of you. 

“Where’s Jiyong?” he questioned lightly. 

“I don’t know,” you reply dryly. “He kind of ditched me as soon as we got here,” 

Seunghyun frowned at your response, “What an ass,” 

“This girl was trying to kiss him,” you began. “should I continue?” 

“Ahh, I see.” he chuckled. “I’ll help.” 

You give him a grateful smile and look over your shoulder to see Jiyong speaking to a couple of his colleagues. You recognized Mino but had never met the other man. You knew exactly what to do to get him riled up and you knew exactly how childish it was. But this was the only fun thing to do at this pathetic party. 

“I’m saying something and you’re laughing because I’m hilarious,” You casually say. Seunghyun can keep up, he laughs out loud but not too obnoxiously as to make Jiyong suspect your little game. On cue from the corner of your eye, you see him staring at the two of you. His eyes darkening a shade when you put your hand on Seunghyun’s knee. 


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“I love this dress of yours,” Seunghyun compliments while tracing his fingers through the fabric of your thigh. Even though you know you two are only playing you can’t help but blush at the contact. Your hand immediately flies up to your face and you dab your cheek with the back of your hand the way you did when you were embarrassed. A habit you had gotten from GD himself. 

“Thank you, tabi,” you reply curtly. “Tone it down a notch, you’re making me blush like a school girl.” 

He laughs and shakes his head, genuinely finding you amusing. He cocks his head to the side and reaches out to you tucking in a stray hair behind your ear. Another blush and this time you can’t keep your sexy persona. Your eyes widen and you flash him all of your teeth as you exclaim, “What did I just tell you!” 

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That does it. Jiyong excuses himself from the conversation and in three long strides stands in between you and seunghyun. He shoots his friend a cold glare before turning to you. 

“We’re leaving,” he hissed. His hand snaked around your waist and he practically dragged you off of the chair. Still shooting daggers at Seunghyun as  you two walked out of the party and into the chilly night. 

“What a nice party,” you say bitterly.

“Do that again and I-” you cut him off. 

“Who do you think I am?” You tore your arm away from him and stood in front of him. You looked up through your lashes and gritted your teeth. 

Jiyong stared at you baffled with your sudden question. He narrowed his eyes but didn’t make no attempt to answer. So you continued to speak because there was too much to say to him and you insisted on letting him know, “I’m not your toy. You don’t get to play with me when you’re bored and throw me away when your attention is elsewhere. Oh, and you don’t get to drag me to places I don’t want to go to and then ditch me to be with some other girl. Just because I’m younger than you doesn’t mean that I will put up with this shit. Because I promise you that the next time something like this happens I won’t be as nice I was tonight.” 

His mouth hangs open for awhile, still not completely understanding you. His eyebrows furrow but then relax. He wraps you in his arms and crushes you to his chest. He places his chin on the top of your head and chuckles, “Why am I turned on?”  

Originally posted by hell-ogoodbye