I know I am fucking late but well yeah, SM has me hyped on the theory stuff now. So here goes my two cents on it.

London : Jongin : teleportation
The Victorian era has always been fascinated with egypt. They even built teleportation chamber which led to ancient Egypt. We do see jongin in London and his power is teleportation and also him on the Sphinx/ other Egyptian structure in exordium vcr

“An earlier Egyptologist was Joseph Bonomi traded as an archaeological artist but is thought to have been a tomb raider.  He is also generally considered to have been the designer of the Egyptian styled ‘Courtoy’ tomb in Brompton cemetery which was ostensibly intend to be the final resting place of 'three spinsters’.  An interesting legend has grown up around this mausoleum because it is the only one in the cemetery for which there is no record of construction.  This, together with Bonomi’s obsession with the afterlife (reflected in the heiroglyphs on the tomb), have been held by some to be evidence that it is not a tomb at all…..In fact the tomb is one of five 'teleportation’ chambers designed by Joseph Bonomi and built by his occult partner the Clerkenwell inventor Samuel Alfred Warner.  “

Barcelona : Tao : time travel

“The World Brain organisation described in The Shape of Things to Come of 1933, the headquarters for which is located in Barcelona, contains echoes of the index organisation described in A Modern Utopia of 1905. One imagines that the vast centralised database of A Modern Utopia that is needed for the surveillance and disposition of the population would necessarily be part of the new and improved "knowledge apparatus” Wells was latter to describe as a World Brain or World Encyclopedia organisation"

HG wells is known as the father of time travel. His book, the shape of the things to come predicts future history.

Also he is shown to be exiting from Kafka café. In metamorphosis, kafka’s hero wakes up and turned into another creature. In translation it is said to be a beetle, but in the original ne it signifies a butterfly. Butterflies signify loneliness/being alone. Butterfly has been an icon for both Sehun and Tao in MAMA teaser.

Arizona : Chanyeol : fire/phoenix

Phoenix is the capital of arizona

“The most mystical and most beautiful of all winged beasts - the Phoenix, the "Bird of Flame”, an incarnation of Foiros. “

"Arizona’s Wallow Wildfire has consumed more than 733 square miles (1,898 square kilometers) — an area nearly half the size of Rhode Island — in the space of two weeks.”

Similar to what we see in yeol’s teaser, wildfire spreading

Berlin : Minseok : ice

We see minseok entering an abandoned building with graffiti on it’s walls. 

Berliner Eisfabrik. Abandoned ice factory, one of Germany’s oldest, which managed to survive two world wars, several fires and countless parties “

Edinburgh : sehun : wind

“Given Edinburgh’s position between the coast and hills, it is renowned as “the windy city”, with the prevailing wind direction coming from the south west, which is often associated with warm, unstable air from the North Atlantic Current that can give rise to rainfall – although considerably less than cities to the west, such as Glasgow. Rainfall is distributed fairly evenly throughout the year.[78] Winds from an easterly direction are usually drier but considerably colder, and may be accompanied by haar, a persistent coastal fog. Vigorous Atlantic depressions, known as European windstorms, can affect the city between October and May.”

Marseilles : Junmyeon: water

Marseilles has always been connected because of it’s port and canals.

“Historically, the economy of Marseilles was dominated by its role as a port of the French Empire, linking the North African colonies of Algeria, Morocco and Tunisia with Metropolitan France. The Old Port was replaced as the main port for trade by the Port de la Joliette during the Second Empire”

In the teaser we see drought is everywhere with the whole forest being dry, but then jun sits in the public bath(I guess?) place and the water flows in signifying his powers are back.

In reality there has been a severe drought in Marseilles in history. Historians have noted there has been some small series of earthquakes(soo’s power) and then the sudden flow of water in abundance to the city. However, this  water again dried up after some time followed by another earthquake.

Almaty : Jongdae : lightning

Jondae was in Almaty which is some mile from Astana. This makes sense because there is an emblematic tree of life and since JD is soo’s counterpart, there is a symbolism of tree of life where he is present.

“Construction of the Bayterek Tower began in 1997, the year the capital was moved from Almaty to Astana. Euronews’ Seamus Kearney reported: “The view of the tower from a distance is stunning enough, but don’t forget to take a lift to the top to get a bird’s-eye view of Astana.”

The tower represents a tree of life visited by a mythical bird of happiness.”

“– The association between lightning and the Tree of Life mirrors the real link between lightning and trees.  Sheltering under trees in a thunderstorm can be dangerous, as that is precisely where lightning is most likely to strike.

- ‘Beware of an oak, it draws the stroke’, or put another way, the tree draws down power from the heavens to the earth.”

Also, the version A cards show them holding colored balls.

[This image of the Tree of Life showing the Path of the Lightning Bolt is the most important image of the tree to understand further theories. The Path of the Lightning Bolt is the creative energy flowing from the Primum Mobile to the most concrete manifestation. It determines the numbering of the Spheres (Sephirot), and as we shall see later, the order of the paths connecting them. Above the first Sephira, you can see Ain Sof Aur, the Limitless Light; beyond which is Ain Sof, Limitlessness (which is invisible); and beyond that, Ain, Nothing. For those who want to skip ahead, the Gemmatria of Ain Sof is 207, and Aur is also 207…together 414, the same as hagooth: meditation. The Sephirot are numbered and named as follows:

1. Keter, the Crown (white) 2. Hokmah, Wisdom (grey) 3. Binah, Understanding (black) Daath, Knowledge (colourless). This is the unnumbered “bridge” over the “abyss” separating the divine from the mundane. A great mystery. 4. Hesed, Mercy (blue) 5. Geburah, Might (red) 6. Tipareth, Beauty (yellow) 7. Netzach, Victory (green) 8. Hod, Glory (orange) 9. Yesod, Foundation (purple) 10. Malkuth, the Kingdom (sky blue or earth brown) ]

Lyon : Baekhyun : light

Lyon is famous for it’s festival of lights, earning the title of Capital of Lights.

“Lyon played a significant role in the history of cinema: it is where Auguste and Louis Lumière invented the cinematographe. It is also known for its light festival, the Fête des Lumières, which begins every 8 December and lasts for four days, earning Lyon the title of Capital of Lights.”

“8 December each year is marked by the Festival of Lights (la Fête des lumières), a celebration of thanks to the Virgin Mary, who purportedly saved the city from a deadly plague in the Middle Ages. During the event, the local population places candles (lumignons) at their windows and the city of Lyon organises impressive large-scale light shows onto the sides of important Lyonnais monuments, such as the mediaeval Cathédrale St-Jean.”

Yunnan : Yixing : Healer

We have known from the beginning that yixing is the healer for exo theory. Him arriving at Yunnan was no coincidence, because

“Yunnan Baiyao (or Yunnan Paiyao; simplified Chinese: 云南白药; traditional Chinese: 雲南白藥; pinyin: Yúnnán Báiyào; literally: “Yunnan White Drug”) is a hemostatic powdered medicine famous for being carried by the Vietcong to stop bleeding during the Vietnam War.The medicine, developed by Qu Huangzhang in 1902, is designated as one of two Class-1 protected traditional medicines, which gives it 20 years protection. In China, its reputation is equal to that of penicillin in the U.S. It is founded and manufactured by a state-owned enterprise, Yunnan Baiyao Group (SZSE: 000538) in Yunnan, China.”

Colorado : Soo/ All : earth n tree of life

In the Southwest corner of Colorado, 18 miles at 92 degrees from Egnar, there appears to be a “Tree of Life” and the remains of a Buddha-figure in a Lotus Flower, pair of megalithic-carved/shaped landscapes. gps,

Horoscopes by Gil Hizon - Week of February 5 - 11, 2017

Street parking is not a game.

AQUARIUS (January 20 – February 18)

Relying on other bitches to execute something you can do yourself may backfire on yo ass. But then you ask, “what the fuck is the point of delegation?” Look, queen. Delegating is a tricky task. You have to know for sure that certain hos will be effective extensions of you rather than useless queens who sit on their asses. Your gut instinct was made for a reason. You’re gonna have to learn to trust that shit.

PISCES (February 19 – March 20)

When you decide to rearrange the broom closet, it may lead you to going all out on an early spring cleaning extravaganza. Gurl, if it feels right to clear the cobwebs in your house, and the timing is on fleek – go with it! I wouldn’t limit the cleanse in the material plane, dearie. I’m sure your soul could use a little vacuuming as well. Some parts may be dustyyy.

ARIES (March 21 – April 19)

All I can do is stand at a distance and laugh at your ass as you try to make sense of all the information coming your way. You really get so fucking angry when you’re overwhelmed – it may take time for your constituents to help you out because they’re so busy being amused by it all. But no worries. Once your hos are fully entertained, they will chip in to get you out of that mess.

TAURUS (April 20 – May 20)

Tax season is here, dahling, and you, especially, have a lot of fucking receipts to go through. You don’t wanna put that shit off either, unless you wanna get caught on tax day with your pants down, and not in a good way. It’s never too early to get on computational mode. I guarantee you; if you put in the work, you’ll get rewarded handsomely. Just have a martini while you’re calculating.

GEMINI (May 21 – June 21)

Watching you try to make sense of things by yourself is one thing. But watching you engage with another GEMINI is giving me some serious life right now. From where I’m standing, the communication looks like a fight scene from Real Housewives of Atlanta, but at the heart of it all, you and your zodiac kin really get each other’s shit.

CANCER (June 22 – July 22)

Don’t expect your “me” time to be the usual moping under the covers. You are gonna be bombarded with a lot of hos wanting to spend time with yo ass that solitary time is just not going to happen. There is a way to be alone while being with noisy ass bitches. If you just sit with them and try not to resist their din, their words will flow right through you. Because let’s face it, these hos just need a sounding board. And this week, you’re it.

LEO (July 23 – August 22)

If I were you, I would just throw out this week’s calendar. Anything you have scheduled will probably get postponed or canceled (or if you’re in L.A., both?). It’s not that you’re dealing with flakey ass tricky bitches. It’s more like there’s this unstable energy in the air that’s causing a ripple effect of scheduling clusterfucks. Don’t sweat it too much. Use this as an opportunity to take a serious meeting with yourself.

VIRGO (August 23 – September 22)

A chapter in your life is finally closing and as you look ahead in the horizon, you know that you have a lot more fucking work to do. But you are a changed ho, gurl. The new challenges that are about to befall yo ass may be harder, but your drive, your skin, and your resolve is that much tougher. You are scratching that seemingly impenetrable surface with more strategy and precision. Honestly, bitch, just between you and me (and my 5000+ followers - thanks for your support!), you may be closer to your goal than you think.

LIBRA (September 23 – October 22)

Don’t even bother with what the universe is trying to tell you, Libby. It’s not that she’s an untrustworthy ho, it’s more like, she may not be firing on all cylinders this week. The last few noteworthy events in the cosmos may have short circuited her brain, and really, it’s out of her control. If I were you, I would just keep on keeping on until your environment is a bit more stable.

SCORPIO (October 23 – November 21)

Divas be verrry talky this week, queen, and you may think that you just don’t have the time, the patience, nor the ear for all that noise - but that’s not the truth. The thing is, engaging others with their need for discussion, no matter how annoying the subject, may serve to enrich your soul. At the very least, give each ho five minutes. If you’re not growing from what you’re hearing, move on to the next bitch.

SAGITTARIUS (November 22 – December 21)

Everyone’s a fucking mess, and honestly, you’re okay with that shit. Blame it on your jovial nature or the child in you, but really, sometimes, all you can do when bitches are so focused on their petty misfortunes is to stand back and laugh at it all. It’s all good, gurl! Just make sure that you are on deck to help these busted hos when they most need it.

CAPRICORN (December 22 – January 19)

It don’t matter how organized you are; some weeks, like this one, are gonna be more of a shitshow than others. What’s a gurl to do? While you can definitely try to fix any imperfections you may see as fast as you can, this may prove to be a fucking waste of time. If you loosen your grip on every detail you encounter, the ripple effect of relaxation may just reverberate throughout your immediate world, and certain clusterfucks would ease up.

(DISCLAIMER for all entries: This is all a shitshow!)

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anonymous asked:

8,39,40.... feels super homey.... maybe w Connor or Zoe?

[AU where everyone was already friends before Connor’s death] ’Moonlight reflected in your eyes, balcony overlooking the sky + Dancing under the stars, myself watching with your reflection sparkling in my eyes + At the happiest you had ever been’ from this prompt list

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anonymous asked:

“Listen…  You’re his best friend… and I completely fucked up– it’s over between us, but… please, punch me, or punish me, or do something to me because he just… cried.  Hewasn’t even angry, they were just so sad– be angry at me, please.” Warren +Alex

Warren Worthington iii + Alex Summers + This Prompt List

A/N: I suffered so hard writing this jfc my poor heart. @kurtwxgners if I have to be suffering over our boyfriends, then so do you. I also don’t use the prompt totally verbatim, but oh well close enough

“I know you’re angry at me, and you have every right to be. I just want to know if you’ve checked in on Warren. I’m worried about him. Can you just let me know?”

“Alex, please. He doesn’t want to see me. Please just tell me if he’s done something stupid.”

“Pick up the phone, Alex. Please. I just need to know if he’s okay. Call me back. Please.”

“I know you don’t want to talk to me. I don’t want to talk to me. But I’m so sorry, and I’m so, so worried. About Warren, about you. Please talk to me.”

You have reached the voicemail of Alex Summers. Please call back at another time, or leave a message after the tone

“Go away.” You barely manage to wedge yourself against the door before it shuts in your face, leaning your weight against it and forcing it open a few inches.

“I know you don’t want to see me. I don’t blame you. I wouldn’t want to see me. This is all my fault, but Warren doesn’t want to see me right now, and I don’t want to make things worse by showing up anyway and I’m so worried about-”

“He doesn’t want to see me either.” Alex’s voice is flat and brusque, cutting bluntly across your borderline hysterical plea.

“Have you tried?” Your hands are shaking slightly, and you shove them deep into your pockets, hoping that maybe if you ignore the fear rising like bile at the back of your throat, it’ll go away.

“No. But I fucked his girlfriend, knowing full well that you were with him. I’m pretty goddamn sure he doesn’t want to see me.” You can’t tear your gaze from Alex’s face, and the self-hatred scrawled so blatantly across his features hits you like a physical force. Your guilt is almost overwhelming, and you wonder if this is what drowning feels like.

“Alex, please,” you choke out, voice small and desperate. “You’re his best friend. I completely fucked up, and it’s-it’s over between Warren and I, but please. Check on him. Help him. Something. I don’t know. Punch me, or punish me, or whatever you have to do, but don’t take it out on him, because he wasn’t even angry at me over it, he was just-he just cried. He was-is-so, so sad. So be angry at me. Whatever you need to do-take it out on me.” Your hands are balled into fists where you’ve hidden them in your pockets, but your entire body feels unstable, and the air is rife with immense volatility. “Please just talk to him.” Alex’s gaze is heavy and inscrutable, clenching his jaw.

“You have no right-” His voice is tight with barely controlled rage and anguish but you can’t think about that, can’t stop to re visit the destruction wrought by your terrible decision.

“You think I don’t know that?” You interrupt him, reckless with shame. “I love him. I’m so in love with him, and I fucked up, and he’s hurting because of me. You think I don’t know that if he goes off the rails, it’ll be my fault.”

“So why’d you do it, then? Why’d you fuck me if you love him so much?” Alex spits back, derision and pain so clearly written in his tone you can practically see the venom in the air.

“Because maybe I love you too.” The words are out before you have a chance to so much as think about them, and the second the last word leaves your lips your hand is flying up to cover your mouth, and Alex actually jolts, as if you had just punched him. “Shit,” you whisper, muffled by your fingers, eyes wide with shock. “Shit, shit, shit. God, I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. I won’t call again. I’m so sorry.” You leave him standing in his open doorway, looking after you as you hurry away from his apartment, dashing silent tears from your face and wondering when you had become so toxic for these two boys you love so much.

Pollution & Living Under The Dome

A thought I had last night:

If you were living under a dome - say on a space colony or an earth-based sci-fi series - would you be ok with people dumping waste, releasing green-house gases (and remember, the dome is basically a greenhouse itself!), leaving huge piles of garbage around, etc etc?

Not a chance. Because you know that you’re in the dome with them and it’s gonna harm you too, even if you don’t see it right away. Living in the dome, you gotta live a sustainable lifestyle.

And yet, Earth is essentially the same thing.

If people dump toxic waste in the water, fill the air with greenhouse gases and other poisonous garbage like mercury, dump unprecedented amounts of garbage (that doesn’t even decompose!), Frack the ground which leads to poisoned water and air and unstable ground, that affects everyone in the dome.

And yeah, it’s a big dome. An Earth-sized dome. But it’s also filled with an Earth-sized amount of people, and right now it’s getting more pollution in it than an Earth-sized system can handle. It doesn’t matter where in the dome you dump this crap, eventually it jeopardizes everyone in the dome.

Originally posted by themodernshop-blog

P.s. Bernie is the only one who is giving environmental issues the amount of concern and attention they deserve.

Up and Running

30 thousand feet of unstable air now separates the earth and me. This pillbox fuselage hurdling east does so on a tailwind of lost time. I, the reluctant yet complicit junkie of a new media culture now scramble for a signal in this once protected space. Coming up empty, I find myself alone with a screen, a keyboard and an opportunity. Moments before this flight departed, the renegade vessel I assembled to reconnect my creative wires to the masses loaded the catapult with new music once again. This drill has become something of a weekly terror for me. Under the cover of darkness I clawed my way through a mission; New sounds, new words, new truth all strung together by the tenuous threads of collaboration to reconstitute a new version of me. With each passing week I come closer to that mission’s unveiling and with each week I find another piece of my clothing stripped away.  Does any of it really matter? In the grand scheme of things…No. So why? Why do it? Why do anything? I suppose, because I must. I’m hungry; hungry for the alchemy, hungry for the praise. Hungry for the feeling that I am not alone with these thoughts. Hungry to be a human in a universe that recognizes myself in my neighbors. I made a choice a lifetime ago; a choice to broadcast. To take everything I could confess in a quiet room, mold it with melodies and simple structures and turn it over to anyone who would listen. What a wild notion. Still, as with any object, form, thought, or idea this universe can conjure, what I do falls into two categories. It is at one moment a miracle and in another completely irrelevant and fleeting.

Yesterday I walked my sleepless, 7 month old daughter to the beach in a contraption that makes it possible for me to do so without the use of my arms. A device that effectively binds us together as a single mass in hopes that she might forget she is a lump of rapidly dividing cells in a world too expansive for either of us to comprehend. In doing so, she is able to synch to the rhythm of my gait and the rhythm of my hopeful calm. If the timing is right, she falls asleep and I become the ears and eyes for both of us. By the time we reached the bluffs she had given in. I was free to scan the beach below and the seas beyond, where young men, far braver than I, used the turning ocean tides as a playground for unthinkable feats. Despite this masterful display I was taken by the sight of two women occupying a blanket to the right of a lifeguard tower. Perhaps it was their shapes that drew me in but it was the motion of those shapes that caused me to linger. As my daughter dreamed, her nose and mouth pressed firmly against my chest, heaving humid breaths passed my shirt to my skin, I was reminded of the world she will grow up in. As the shapes below obsessively posed and reposed themselves before their own extended arms, hoping to construct the perfect image of their already perfect selves, I became aware of a game I have played for years. I too, have attempted to project an image of myself to the world, worthy of my own self image. The beauty of this game is that much like the culture I now count myself a part of, my construction is only evidence of my insecurity. The tailored images we edit, magnify and broadcast only prove our imperfection; Our weakness before the gods, our failings and successes in the face of a nature far greater than all of us combined. As I zeroed in on the sands below I paused. In one breath I was horrified for my little girl to grow up in this and in the next I was heartened that she would be gifted with such an opportunity. The next breath reminded me that as everything changes, everything remains exactly as it was. This is the reality I meet head on as I slingshot these songs and my kin into a new world.

The images fade and I take a sip of my cocktail. The simple, potent concoction reaches my lips and thinning blood as the flight attendant leans in to remind me, the wifi is now up and running.

Love Conquers All, a ncis: los angeles fanfic | FanFiction
Post-ep for 7x07, "An Unlocked Mind"

“That…was definitely Hetty,” Deeks cringes slightly as the screen goes dark and their seemingly-omnipresent boss disappears.  

Despite having just been busted breaking Kensi’s rule, he takes advantage of the fact that she hasn’t pulled away yet and presses a soft kiss to her forehead.  When she sighs and drops her head to his chest, he knows that she is much more shaken up than she’s letting on.

He hates that they’re still at work because all he wants to do is wrap his arms around her, breathe in the subtle scent of her shampoo, feel her heart beating against his chest, and reassure himself that she’s okay.

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In every person’s life, there comes a time when they will lose hope. It does not matter if it is for a second, an hour, or a thousand years; for that moment, that instant, there will be no other option but pure and unimaginable despair.

For most, these periods are short. They are remembered in passing, fading into the background of the mind like mist evaporating in the morning sun. For some, however, the opposite is very much the truth. The darkness comes, as it always has, to take the light away - and it does not rise again.

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