a centuries old rivalry

Today is #NationalScavengerHuntDay! We at gishwheswould be remiss if we didn’t celebrate this revered holiday, so we’ve concocted a bit of diabolical fun.

Get ready, Gishers… time for a #gishwhes NATIONAL SCAVENGER HUNT DAY MINIHUNT!

1. Post your submissions on Twitter, Tumblr, Instagram, or Facebook*, tagged #gishwhes & #NationalScavengerHuntDay.
2. You have until 11:59 PM PDT May 27 to submit your Items.
3. No photoshopping (unless we’ve explicitly told you to Photoshop.)
4. Anyone can play. You don’t have to be registered for gishwhes to participate. (Though we recommend it for a better life, stronger nails, and a shinier complexion.)
5. Yes, there will be prizes!

*Please make sure your posts are publicly visible so we can find your precious works of remarkability.


1. IMAGE: Office Art 2: The Revenge. They say the sequel is never as good as the original. Grab your highlighters & paperclips and prove them wrong! Take time out of your busy work (or school) day to create a beautiful, museum-worthy sculpture or mixed-media art piece in your cubic comprised entirely of office supplies. All items submitted must include a yellow didactic panel with the name of the piece & artist’s intent.

2. VIDEO: Boxing Video. We’ve all seen Unboxing videos on the Internet, right? Let’s reverse the trend with Boxing Videos! Pack a box with either shelf-stable dry goods or donations for your local food bank or homeless shelter, explaining each item as you go. However, there’s one catch: As you fill your box, everything you do must appear as though you were running an unboxing video backwards - backwards speech, backwards movements… you get the idea. At the end, it’s time to move forward… to your local shelter or food bank to donate the goods!

3. VIDEO: As all Gishers know, Medieval Knights were often depicted battling snails and nobody knows why… except you. YOU know. Show us a historical re-enactment that adequately explains this centuries-old rivalry.

4. VIDEO: A serious dramatic reading of an excerpt of “Streetcar Named Desire”, “Long Day’s Journey into Night” or “Death of A Salesman” … as performed by “chin face” thespians.

5. IMAGE/VIDEO: What do dogs dream of? Show us what happened in your pet’s REM cycle last night.


6. VIDEO: A YouTube “Get Ready with Me” video, but instead of a girl, it features a long haired dog. We want to see it all… Waking up, breakfast, the whole glam routine— complete with first-person voiceover from the dog’s perspective.

All right Gishers… GO!


(Read on ao3)

Draco winced when the door didn’t slam shut behind Harry. It meant he was more disappointed than angry and Draco definitely preferred the latter – well, not preferred exactly, he preferred it when Harry was neither angry nor disappointed but he had learned to deal with Harry’s anger throughout their rivalry at Hogwarts. Harry’s disappointment, on the other hand, was still quite new to him. What made it even worse was that this time he knew why Harry was disappointed.

Harry was disappointed because once again Draco had resorted to name calling when Ronald had insulted him instead of being the bigger man and staying polite or ignoring him. Draco completely understood Harry’s reaction, Gods, he was even disappointed in himself because apparently Ronald could still get the best of him three years out of Hogwarts, but he still didn’t like it. He would definitely have preferred it if Harry had told him Ronald had been the one in the wrong and he didn’t blame Draco for reacting like he did but Harry wasn’t that kind of person. Draco was glad he wasn’t that kind of person.

Now Draco would have to apologize, not only to Harry but also to Ronald if he was unlucky. He sighed. When Harry was angry it was better to let him cool off for a while but in this situation he should talk to him and apologize honestly and as soon as possible. As a peace offering Draco decided to make tea and brought it to Harry’s office because whenever he didn’t want to be around Draco he liked to hide in there.

He knocked on the door a little hesitantly. “Harry?”

Something rustled behind the door before it opened and Harry looked out. His smile looked forced but he still stepped aside to let Draco in.

“Come in.”

Draco did and placed the tea tray on Harry’s desk. Then he turned to face Harry and caught his eyes. He kept eye contact even though it hurt to see the disappointment.

“I want to apologize. I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did to Ronald’s baiting. I’m sorry,” Draco said. He hoped it would be enough.

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game night

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, @optomisticgirl!!!!!! Remember when you asked Emile de Ravin that awesome question about what she and Killian did on the Jolly Roger and it prompted a “do the thing” convo? Well…here’s the thing! I hope you like it and I hope you have a beautiful day—as beautiful as you are, because you deserve it!!!

Summary: The first “sleepover” between Belle and Killian on the Jolly Roger turns into an impromptu board game night. 2.2k.

“Takeout ahoy,” Killian called as he came down the steps to his cabin. Belle was just taking the tea kettle off the Jolly Roger’s tiny stove as he arrived with dinner for the two of them, ready to tuck in for their first shared night on the ship. She was still astonished that he’d offered it, but it was definitely the last place her husband would look—and most likely to sting. And frankly, she found herself in the mood to let him be burned. (Though maybe that was the hormones talking.)

“Looks like you’re settling in okay,” Killian observed, glancing around the room after setting the bag on the already-set table. She hadn’t wanted to impose, but he insisted she make herself comfortable, so she’d stopped by her father’s shop on the way over to grab some bouquets and had placed them around the cabin, along with her few boxes of essentials. There was something a bit wistful in his gaze as he took in the feminine touches she’d added; it took her back to a time when their relationship was so very different from it was now, when he told her of the last woman to take up residence within these floating walls. It suddenly struck her that, in some ways, history was repeating itself.

They both shuddered at that moment, though whether it was from the same thought, or he was shaking off the ghosts of the past, was up for debate (probably both). He looked up at her and smiled, moving on and gesturing to the table. “Shall we?”

Over dinner, they discussed the oddities of living in Storybrooke versus the Enchanted Forest, some of the gossip around town, books they were reading—anything other than the reason she was there in the first place, and it was a welcome reprieve from the worries that consumed her in quiet moments. It truly was astonishing to think how far they’d come, from being caught in a centuries-old rivalry to basically having a sleepover with her best friend. But, she supposed, if anyone in Storybrooke analyzed their lives too closely, none of it would make any sense.

Once the meal was done and trash taken care of, Killian was trying to step around one of her boxes to refill his tea mug, but tripped, knocking it over as he stumbled and partially spilling the contents. She rushed over to check on him—maternal instincts kicked in early, apparently—and he started to apologize, but trailed off as he studied what had slipped out onto the floor. “What are those?” he wondered curiously. She glanced down, and then bit back a chuckle.

Apparently, Captain Hook had never seen a board game before.

She wasn’t even sure why she’d brought them, but it looked like they would be coming in handy. So she bent down to right the box, and eyeballed a few good ones. “Let me show you!”

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‘A Terrace Culture’

Photos by Ross Cooke

England is the cradle of modern professional football, and the north is where its heart began to beat.

It is impossible to understand both this part of the world, and the beautiful game’s early life, without a knowledge of northern England’s astonishingly rich and complex football heritage—a history that weaves itself through countless aspects of this region’s culture, from its industrial past to its artistic exports.

To much of the world, this is a part of England known for its red and blue ‘halves’—but Greater Manchester’s football culture extends far beyond United and City. Proud clubs like Oldham and Rochdale, over a century old, carry on tradition and rivalry as strong as their more well-known neighbours.

Just up the road from all of them is Bury Football Club, 131 years young and a member of England’s third tier.

The Shakers still play at Gigg Lane, which they have called home since forming in 1885. They lifted the FA Cup 15 years later, and again in 1903, and haven’t won much since. Indeed, entire generations have come and gone without seeing the club hoist silverware of any consequence.

But, that doesn’t change the roar on Saturdays. It doesn’t change the love that Bury has for its own.

Local photographer Ross Cooke has documented the character of this community and its club in a series called ‘A Terrace Culture’. Cooke’s raw and expressive lens captures a slice of football’s remarkable history as it still lives and breathes today.

Photos like these remind us that not far away from the gloss and glitz of Old Trafford is the grit and gusto of Gigg Lane—and it’s an incredible sight.

You can find more of Ross’s work on his website, here.