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The northern Breton port city of Farrun has a melancholy and sinister reputation, stemming from a long and bloody history that stretches all the way back to its infamous foundation as the foremost centre of the slave trade in northeastern Tamriel.

Originally named Fal’Ruhn (or “Snow Run” in the Altmeris), the city’s vast dockyards and processing halls were built to enable first the local ruling Altmer clans, then the Direnni Hegemony to monopolise the lucrative westbound trade in human captives from the wars of the Falmer and Chimer to the East.

The city’s name quickly became a byword for dread and desperation across the continent for Nord and Nede alike, and even today, millennia after the original city was destroyed in a slave uprising that helped usher in the end of Direnni rule in High Rock, the modern city of Farrun has never been able to escape its sordid past.

The more recent history of the Kingdom of Farrun has been blighted by invasions of Orcish hordes, civil war, betrayal of sacred oaths and economic ruin. Some even whisper that the very land the city is built on is forever cursed by the evils committed here so long ago, though the rulers of the city are quick to punish such superstitious talk.


“I have visited lairs, burrows and nests across five continents, observed the curious habits of magical beasts in a hundred countries, witnessed their powers, gained their trust and, on occasion, beaten them off with my travelling kettle.”
— Newton Scamander

In every breath we take, we inhale as many molecules as there are stars in all the galaxies in the visible universe. And every breath we exhale is circulated through the air and mixed gradually across the continents; It becomes available for others to breathe.
—  Neil deGrasse Tyson // Cosmos - Deeper, Deeper, Deeper Still
Mess o’ Mine

Harry X Reader: Angst, smut

In which Harry’s stolen from you and needs to fix it.

Request? No

Part 2: Mouth o’ Mine // Part 3: Mind o’ Mine

The apartment is dark, lights dimmed so you can set the mood for what you expect to be an emotional performance. Your laptop is plugged into the television and the screen is flickering, splashing colors across your face from a product commercial. Harry is across the world, about to premiere a song from his upcoming album on a popular talk show. Despite how excited you are to hear the music, you’re still nervous for him, as you always are. There’s no doubt in your mind that he’ll smash whatever he performs, but he always seems to get in his own way.

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anonymous asked:

Could you write about the moment between Malec in episode 2x07, prior to when we are shown them kissing on the balcony? I am eager to know about the scene where they got out there and were talking and sitting comfortably against each other and started kissing. Thanks so much!!

despite the frustration of being interrupted, it was next to impossible to pull magnus out of his good mood. in any other situation and under any other circumstances he would have let alec lay into his brother as much as he wanted. but now and here, he honestly didn’t want alec to go anywhere.

the date had been perfect, hopping across continents and losing themselves in so many beautiful cities. delicious drinks at gorgeous bars, shopping in all of magnus’s favorite places and then finally eating sushi and drinking sake, sitting close but not close enough to touch and talking. all of that still felt so fresh in his mind and under his skin, paired the surprise of alec buying him a gift.

he hadn’t expected that. for one, they had barely spent any time apart while they were out, not enough magnus had assumed for alec to do much of anything, let alone buy him a gift. but more than that, it was the sentiment. he couldn’t remember the last time someone had bought him anything, let alone a gift like this. something for him, something that had significant emotional value, something that said alec saw this and thought of me.

so the idea of anything breaking this warm thing they were wrapped up in at the moment was the last thing he wanted. no, instead the room was filled with music, mixing in with the chandelier light and after soft laughter, magnus stepped in close again, right where they left of, his fingertips pressing at alec’s hip. he watched the way alec reacted to the touch, the slight dip of his eyelids, the parting of his lips and the smile.

“may i kiss you now?” magnus asked, his voice deep and just a little breathless as he watched the way the light was catching in alec’s eyes.

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Okja (2017)

From visionary Director Bong Joon Ho, this grand global adventure follows a friendship too big to ignore. Meet Mija, a young girl who risks everything to prevent a powerful, multi-national company from kidnapping her best friend – a massive animal named Okja. Following her across continents, the coming-of-age comedy drama sees Mija’s horizons expand in a way one never would want for one’s children, coming up against the harsh realities of genetically modified food experimentation, globalization, eco-terrorism, and humanity’s obsession with image, brand and self-promotion.

Directed by:   Bong Joon-ho

Starring:   Tilda Swinton, Ahn Seo-hyun, Jake Gyllenhaal, Paul Dano, Lily Collins, Steven Yeun, Giancarlo Esposito, Devon Bostick, Shirley Henderson, Daniel Henshall, Choi Woo-shik

Release date:   June 28, 2017

“I have visited lairs, burrows and nests across five continents, observed the curious habits of magical beasts in a hundred countries, witnessed their powers, gained their trust and, on occasion, beaten them off with my travelling kettle.”

—Newton Scamander

-Original image from Pillars of the Earth-

current theory for the conflict at the end of the stolen century: it was primarily a conflict of morals between davenport and lucretia

by that point they had figured out that by splitting the light of creation they could make it untraceable. the items they had turned it into, however, became maelstroms of destruction if left unchecked (ironic for items born of creation). lucretia probably thought that they were directly responsible for far too much over the years, and that they were powerful enough to destroy the hunger if only the ipre harnessed the power of the light. davenport would have had more of a long-term view and insisted that the incidents with the relics were a worthwhile trade for the hunger never finding them.

so lucretia took matters into her own hands. if she couldnt persuade the others, shed remove them from the equation and find the relics herself. barry knew the mind-wipe was coming - from his narration in ep. 58 (?) about falling to the earth, it sounds like he made himself into a lich and then straight up jumped off the moon to ensure that he kept his memories. lucretia then set up the protective measures against him to make sure he couldnt interfere.

lup was closest to barry, so she might have access to some of his necromantic power - she apparently anticipated the wipe as well and transferred her soul to her staff. thats why her skeleton seems so old while her robes are brand new when they find her: she was only a decade dead, but sucking her own life force out of her body would have destroyed it completely.

as for davenport and the thb, we know what happens to them: lucretia takes the responsibility of babysitting their captain while the boys are scattered across the continent to live their lives, until lucretia needs them again.

the biggest unanswered questions to me right now are how barry and lup knew what was coming, and why they didnt warn the others; and whether everybody really was on davenports side of the issue, or if it was a mixed group and some of lucretias more drastic actions were unnecessary.

“I have visited lairs, burrows and nests across five continents, observed the curious habits of magical beasts in a hundred countries, witnessed their powers, gained their trust and, on occasion, beaten them off with my traveling kettle.”

@amr-cosplay as Newt Scamander
Photograph by York In a Box

All Too Well | Pt. 4

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Epilogue

Summary: You and Yoongi shared a loving relationship with one another until you both agreed to end things and pursue your separate careers. But two years later, Yoongi is a member of the ever growing Bangtan Boys, and you are a new makeup artist for their upcoming tour.
Pairing: Yoongi | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut; Idol & Makeup Artist AU
Word Count: 5,848


Min Yoongi knew he was royally fucked as soon as he stepped through the doorframe into the dance studio—a time that seems so long ago, while in reality it’s barely been more than a week since the unthinkable happened.

The unthinkable, taking the form of hair he’s run his fingers through, a jacket he’s peeled off, skin he’s nipped at, shoes that led to daily departures, eyes that filled with tears, a heart that he’s broken, words that crushed his own.

It had been 2 years since he had last seen you or heard from you, and yet he responded so intensely to the mere sight of your backside that some people would have thought it had only been 2 weeks since you last saw each other. Or maybe even 2 hours, especially taking into consideration the way his heart lurched, the memories bubbling up so quickly across his consciousness as if they never truly had time to settle below the surface.

Just like the very first time he ever saw you during his street performances, the first time he talked to you to ask you out for coffee, the first date, the first kiss, the first time—they’ve all been moments in his life that made him feel like his heart had been set aflame, knocked him off his guard. Yet, they’ve all been moments in his life that consistently remained special and important to him, times that contradicted his initial belief that his existence would never matter to anyone. It was the first time someone had ever looked at him as if he had created the world and all its beauty within the confines of his own two hands. You made the time he wasn’t an idol, the time he spent longing and daydreaming and yearning for a better future, significant. You made his life mean something.

Until he abandoned you, so desperate to create a name for himself that he thought that belief would be enough to drive you out of his mind and therefore out of his life.

Yoongi has always loved you just as much as he loved his career—if not more.

And now you were back in his life, your physical presence haunting him even as you stood mere inches away from him, telling Bang Si-Hyuk that he didn’t need to worry about any sort of implication or possibility happening between the two of you, that the two of you were no longer under an qualms of being serious, that you had made the best of the life he left you behind with.

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The ruggedness, simplicity, low cost, and effectiveness of the RPG-7 has made it the most widely used anti-armor weapon in the world. Currently around 40 countries use the weapon, and it is manufactured in several variants by nine countries. It is popular with irregular and guerrilla forces. The RPG has been used in almost all conflicts across all continents since the mid-1960s from the Vietnam War to the early 2010s War in Afghanistan.

An Elucien Epilogue (ACOTAR fanfic)

This is an epilogue-esque ending to “A Court of Wings and Ruin”, so obviously SPOILER ALERT!

Summary: Lucien returns to Velaris after the events of ACOWAR, determined to be a better male than Tamlin and put aside his mating bond if that’s what Elain wants.

Thank you THANK YOU thank you to the wonderful, talented, and overall amazing @feyre-archerons-scrapbook // @the-other-sam for being my Beta reader and pointing out that somehow my brain decided Azriel was a “Shadowslinger” XD  She’s seriously the best- everyone follow her!

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anonymous asked:

Do the stop aging at 18 for the nurserydex soulmate thing

Thanks for the prompt! Sorry this is late, I fucked around for a crazy long time before I got something good. Hope you like it!

Prompt:  Stop aging at 18 years old until you meet your soulmate

“I love you.”

Nursey said it quietly, clearly, like a secret he wasn’t meant to keep.

Dex’s face went dark. “Fuck you,” he spat.

Nursey’s mouth dropped open, and his eyebrows rose in shock.

Dex was furious. His entire body tensed, his eyes narrowed and his brow furrowed and his fists clenched. For a moment, Nursey thought he was going to deck him.

Then Dex ducked his head, and he began to cry. Tears tore out of him; his chest heaved, and his shoulders trembled violently. Each breath was a low, hoarse wail. Dex wrapped his arms around his face, but they did nothing to hide his pain, the tempest of sorrow raging within him. Nursey reached a hand out to him, but Dex ducked away.

No!” he shouted sharply. “No,” he moaned quieter. His head snapped up. He looked a mess. Pain was messy. “You – you kept me waiting. You made me wait for fucking 300 years. Where were you? Where were you when I was forced to flee my country? Where were you when I had nobody but sheep to talk to for half a century? Where were you when I was sent to war, or when I had nothing to eat but bone scraps, or when I had to walk across half a continent to find a home? Where were you when my mother died? I’ve watched my family, my friends, everyone I’ve ever loved grow old and turn to dust, all because I was waiting for you.” 

Tears spilled from Nursey’s eyes, but his were quiet. “I’m sorry,” he choked out. “I love you, and I’m sorry.”

This time, when he reached for Dex, he wasn’t pushed away. Dex opened his arms to him, and they tangled around each other. Nursey petted Dex’s hair and held him tightly as his body shook. Dex pressed his face into Nursey’s shoulder, muffling his cries. Dex sobbed for a long time, but for nowhere near three centuries. Nursey cradled him in the quiet.

Eventually they both calmed, and Nursey drifted toward sleep. He was pulled back by Dex’s quiet voice.

“I love you, too.” Dex sniffed. “But – I’m so angry I can’t stand it sometimes.”

“I know.” Nursey rubbed slow circles into Dex’s back.

“You don’t deserve that. I feel – I feel tainted, because I’m angry. You deserve better.”

Nursey pulled back a little and scrunched his eyebrows. “You love me?”

Dex nodded.

“Then that settles it.”

“Settles what? That doesn’t settle anything,” Dex said in disbelief. Tears streamed down his cheeks again, carving the same old path down his face. “That doesn’t just cancel out that sometimes – “ There was a minute of silence.

“What?” Nursey prompted gently.

“Sometimes I hate you, too.”

Nursey pulled Dex against him. “That’s OK.”

“How can you just be OK with that?” Dex choked out between sobs.

“The love makes it worth it. We can work through the rest, because the love makes it worth it.”


I roamed the world. Then returning one night to this cold, dark place. I saw this… this magical thing. You were in my path. Do you remember? And since that moment, I have never wanted to leave the place that you were. Though you left, I remained waiting for my little bird to return. We are one, you and I. We have to be together. We are like those twins so intertwined in their senses and feelings that they can cry out to one another across continents, so close are their thoughts.

I had a bad thought

I read somewhere that after a great trauma, hair can start growing white. Like completely white. 

 So what I was thinking was that after the war, Terrasen went back to something similar to what was before Adarlan, but better. 

 A commander of the armies with golden-honey hair and flaming blue eyes, brave and noble and kind. He talks to his men as often as he can and greets them by name, asks about their families, their wives and children. He is a swordsman to behold, a warrior whose tales are told across the continent, who young boys and girls idolize. Though his ears are rounded, he will live for a long, long time. And he will remember a time when Terrasen wasn’t free. When demons plagued the land and darkness threatened the innocent. 

 A black haired Lady, who rules over her land in quiet peace. Who defends it with tooth and claw, literally. Her people love and respect her, but are aware of her power. She cares for her ward, who despite her scars looks beautiful and regal and has learned to be kind to others. And, sometimes, the people catch glances of a brave commander visiting as often as he can, smoothing down his golden hair before walking into her state. 

A black haired King, whose kingdom had once been a foe. Sparkling blue eyes that haven’t stopped reading and will not stop for a while. A pale band of skin mars his throat, and he wonders if it will ever go away. His realm, which was once filled with fear and hate, is now ruled by love and kindness and magic flourished and is wielded to the best capacity of healers, farmers and every other who wishes to do good. 

A moonlight haired witch, who rules not far from Adarlan. Her and her unit of warriors take to the skies, both for the joy of flying and the call for battle. Fearsome and undaunted, they fight battles with impossible odds and emerge victorious. By blood and the strength of her sword, she is Queen and Unifier. She brought her people home, and gave the witchlings land. 

A Lady of Terrasen, young, dark haired, and cunning. Smart, clever, beautiful, kind and strong. Her dresses, reaching down to the floor, hide her ruined ankle, even if she is not ashamed of it. A dark Fae living in her lands, because, for once, he could chose for himself. Both of them ruling together. 

And, in Orynth, in the court of Terrasen, are both the Queen and her Consort. The Queen’s husband is beloved by the people who were once reluctant to welcome him. He takes joy in a prosperous kingdom and in a happy marriage. And when he gazes in the mirror, he no longer sees a story of shame written on his skin, but a story of rebirth and destiny and hope. When he looks around himself, he no longer sees cold-hearted killers, but driven, focused loyal warriors sworn to a Queen worthy of an Oath. 

And the Queen, bent not broken, is no longer a golden haired beauty. In her spare time, she twirls a lock around her finger and refuses to think of that dark time, in a beach, in a coffin, in a dark room filled with blood-curdling screams. She pulls back her white hair, and refuses to break. Her Prince distracts her, loves her and helps her in any way she can, but he can’t drive away every nightmare, can’t light a fire in each shadow. And even though the Queen Who Was Promised is perfectly capable of lighting her own fire, darkness hasn’t left her, and the dreams won’t stop. And she burns and burns with the magic of her Goddess, but she just can’t make dawn chase away the night 


“One day, one day I’ll do this, what you’re doing here. I’ll live the dream.

Well I’ve had my fun times myself you know. Once, what now looks like ages ago, I just decided I wanted to see the West Coast.

I hitchicked from here Alabama to California, and God I’ve had good times. I met so many nice and real people.

Once I reached the beach, I was like “woahh” it’s just like what you see on tv, you know? The muscle guys working out, way too tanned and with their chihuahua by their sides. The tight girls rollerblading or sipping on their Starbucks coffee-to-go. Oh God I’ve had such a great time…”

- Christina

Part of the road trip reality is doing your laundry on the road, where ever you can find. We stopped in Alabama and met Christina, a lovely woman with a warm heart, who wishes one day to live her dream.