and now it's been ten years

New and emerging cryptid: people who have watched all of Critical Role.

List of thoughts jack probably had through the years about Eric Bittl

Year One
•He’s frustrating
•oh but he actually wants to get better
•good at hockey but i started off calling him bittle I cant shorten his name now
•pleasant kid
•its cool that more people of the lgbt community are getting into hockey, or at least being open about their sexual preferences
•do you think he would want maple syrup from uncle? Or honey from uncle with bees? Ill ask (proceeds to get into hour conversation about honey vs maple syrup) uh… i still dont know
•(during the summer) uh i miss bittle. He was cute. I think i kinda like him in the romantic sense but maybe i just miss him too much. Even if i did like bittle, who can blame me. Also i shouldnt act on it, hes a teammate and friend and i cant ruin a freindship again this way

Year two
•bittle is really sweet
•bittle would make any boyfriend of his happy, like look at these pies and hes athletic so his legs look so good and his face is cute. I hope his future boyfriend treats him well or the SMH team will have something to say
•bittle looks so good for the camera hes like an angel. A little southern angel.
•senior year is a bit daunting but at least my friends are here and i have bitty’s pies. Im going to miss them. One step at a time though jack.
•i regret yelling at bittle last year its been a while and were friends now but i mean i can make up for it by taking him out for the sugar coffee he likes i suppose, no other reason for taking him out more than shitty
•his legs are so good (x500)
•aw he still isnt used to the cold here bits, my jacket.
•i want to kiss him. Oh wow what an impulsive thought jack keep it together youre probably horny and hes gay but hes a teammate. Hockey over ten minutes of pleasure as mom always says
•im gonna miss bittle i cant believe this is happening oh no… i would give up hockey playing to be by bittle for another year.. oh no i love him and i didnt tell him

Year three
•i love him so much
•[REDACTED]
•bits looks so good in this kitchen.. and in my room…. and my living room…(etc)
•[REDACTED]
•I LOVE HIM (x9999*10^9999999)
•should i buy him these butt shorts or send him a link- oh wait oh my god bitty butt
•im a bitty butt man

mouseyfox  asked:

Seanan, how do you deal with writing on days when you're low on spoons? My depression and anxiety has been kicking my ass since yesterday and I have a short story I need to work on. I just can't seem to smack through this depression/anxiety fog well enough to get back to work and it's frustrating the hell out of me.

So my situation is somewhat different now than it was, say, ten years ago, because now writing is my sole means of supporting myself and my mother.  I have two housemates, in part because knowing that people with Reliable Day Jobs are chipping in for approximately ½ the mortgage and bills helps me a lot with keeping the creeping panic from taking me out, but that’s only ½.  Everything could go to shit in a hurry if I stopped writing.

TL;DR on the first paragraph alone: I write when I’m low on spoons because if I don’t write, I can’t afford to buy food.  The only days I will reliably allow myself to skip are days when I’m on an airplane (zoom!) and days when I’ve just had dental work and am thus too stoned to spell.

But before that…

If you need to be writing–if it’s your path to less depression, or you have a deadline, or you need to feel like you’ve accomplished something for the sake of your sanity–figure out where the lines of “need” are.  Now break it into as many pieces as you feel is necessary.  Do you need to write 1,000 words?  That’s ten units of 100.  Maybe you can’t sit down and write 1,000 words, no problem, but I bet you can do 100.

Now do it again.  Now do it again.  Count it off however you like–pennies in a pile, or a d10 that you turn, or Magic health tokens–and keep doing it, until you have that 1,000.  It’ll come faster than you think, and having little goals makes the big one seem less distant and terrifying.

Remember that first drafts are allowed and expected to suck.  You’re not writing for publication, you’re writing for productivity.  You can revise your first draft into awesomeness, but that comes later.  Keep moving forward.  Go back only when you absolutely must.

Don’t beat yourself up if you don’t accomplish as much as you wanted to!  If you don’t hit 1,000, but you hit 400, you still met four goals!  Be proud of yourself for making it that far.

Believe in yourself.

I believe in you.

Guys. GUYS.
I think SJM is referencing Erilea and Aelin and the TOG world. Hear me out,
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“Koschei, too- confined and bound by his little lake on the continent”

Is it just me or does Koschei sound like the creature in the lake that Rowan and Aelin encounter when training. Afterall, The Bone Carver and its siblings are said to be around for tens of thousands of years.
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“All before Prythian, before this land was carved up and Any High Lords were crowned… Ancient Fae”

SJM droppin some hints here about the timeline difference between Throne of Glass and ACOTAR series. That the TOG world came first.
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“Clever, that Fae warrior. Her bloodline is long gone by now- … No one remembers her name. But I do. She would have been my salvation, had I not made my choice long before she walked this earth.”

Uhhhh Sound like Aelin to anyone?? No one remembers her name, making her The Nameless once more. She knows how to open wrydgates, it’s how she could have gotten the Bone Carver and his siblings, and Amren, home.
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“She could not kill them in the end- they were too strong. They could only be contained”

Foreshadowing the next TOG book?
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This just stood out at me a lot and we all know how SJM is with slipping in details.

Never Been Kissed | Seokjin

Kim Seokjin | Comedy | Fluff | Slight Angst | NBK!au | teacher!jin  

❝ As an aspiring reporter, working at one of Seoul’s top news casting studios seemed like a dream come true, that is until you actually start working there and get stuck doing grunt work from the mail room. So as it is, taking on a major project to go undercover as a high school student seems like a no brainier, your big break. If only you’d remembered how big of a loser you’d been in high school before accepting.

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soulmate! Mingyu (carat version)

requested by anon: “Mingyu soulmate au where hes a idol and the soulmate is a carat. Thanks!”

in which you have a clock that starts at birth and counts time until you meet your soulmate, which it then stops

part 2

  • you seriously have never been so excited in your life
  • this is the moment where you wish you could say “i’m about to meet seventeen” 
  • but no, let’s try to shoot for the lower baskets first
  • aka, you’re in L.A. for a little bit, before you and your friends drive to disneyland 
  • this is your spring break, a well needed break before you have to stress out for finals week
  • and as your first day here after a long road trip, everyone’s too tired to go out to some fancy place
  • so, you and your friend were put on snack duty and at the closest convenience store to your hotel
  • entering, your friend and you go to the drinks first
  • “hey how much cash you got on you” she asks
  • you smirk and answer “seventeen”
  • svt was your ulti group, you’d been a carat since adore u and your one goal in life: seeing seventeen live
  • she groans but laughs at your weird facial expressions, “STOP. But really though?”
  • “seventeen teen teen”
  • she takes the bottle of water she was holding and smacks your arms, not so gently
  • “oh my godeeuuuu” 
  • she almost smacks you again at your seventeen reference
  • by now all your friends knew of svt
  • you glanced down at your wrist, a habit formed from years of checking
  • the clock was still going and it was easy to tell ten minutes had passed since leaving the hotel
  • you used it often to keep track of time
  • even though you knew its real purpose
  • to stop the moment you met your soulmate
  • you’d never really been interested in searching like other of your friends have
  • going around randomly, looking at the clock on your wrist and waiting for it to stop
  • it didn’t sound very… romantic
  • at that moment thirteen guys are three aisles over arguing over what kind of ramen they should buy
  • “mingyu-yah get this one” 
  • “no no i trust jisoo hyung he’s probably had all the american ramen before”
  • mingyu kind of just blanks them out and stares at the two brands lost in thought
  • suddenly he hears something and speaks,
  • “seungkwan-ah did you hear someone say seventeen teen teen and oh my godeu”
  • the argument over ramen ceases
  • “ayeee mingyu what kinda shit you saying now, you must be really hungry”
  • “no no no hyung i feel weird”
  • “there’s no way right?” woozi says, everyone knowing what he was implying
  • the others shake the thought off as they resume arguing, only a few of the members notice mingyu setting the ramen down and walking down the aisle
  • meanwhile you and your friend ignore the commotion, too busy with your own
  • “okay i’ll get chips, you get some ramen” you say
  • going straight to where they have the hot cheetos, you grab two bags
  • “hey you want any other-”
  • as you turn around your face almost hits someone’s chest
  • your immediate thought is
  • “what giant did you just run into, lmao this would be me if i ever met mingyu”
  • you back up and look up to apologize
  • and then jump in shock 
  • getting a look at his face you realize, 
  • “holy fucking shit, kill me now”
  • “ah i’m sorry” he says distractedly in an incredibly cute accent
  • you’re screaming internally, though for all you know you could have been screaming aloud
  • are you seeing things? bc this must be one hell of a dream
  • that’s the only explanation of why kim mingyu is standing in front of you at a freaking convenience store
  • fate isn’t playing some kind of cruel trick on you right?
  • everything in your brain clicks together and of course i first thing you say is,
  • “i’m really sorry to ask you this but i’m a carat and i really love seventeen and your music and i’d really like it if you could like sign?”
  • these words rush out your mouth way to fast for his comprehension
  • he laughs confusedly and smiles, “carat?”
  • you almost slap your forehead, how embarrassing can you get
  • “yes, can you sign?” 
  • he smiles, “yes”
  • you thank the lord for this one moment where you didn’t clean out your purse and pull out a sharpie 
  • showing him your clear phone case you hold out the sharpie to him
  • he takes this moment to look at your wrist subconsciously, something he’s done most of his life when meeting people
  • he feels conflicted, when he also sees a timer on your wrist which has stopped
  • because although he can’t really speak that much english, he thinks you’re really pretty
  • so he kind of just ignores it,
  • thinking you already found your soulmate and couldn’t possibly be his
  • unknown to you, he recognized your voice from the seventeen teen teen earlier 
  • grabbing the pen, he takes another habitual glimpse at his own wrist before he signs
  • you hear the pen hit the floor and feel lost
  • “um -”
  • “OH MY GOD” 
  • he yells something in korean which you barely understand
  • twelve other boys come tumbling through the aisles yelling 
  • you’re going to have a heart attack
  • in a split second your head registers exactly who is in front of you
  • mother effing seventeen teen teen
  • aka the people who give you heart attacks on a daily basis
  • aka your one goal in life
  • mingyu talks quickly to all them, glancing back at you every second
  • you’re still standing there frozen in shock, like wtf just happened
  • and tbh you’re still confused on what they’re doing/ talking about
  • until
  • joshua smiles at you and grins
  • “you’ve just met your soulmate”
  • your first reaction: “?!?!?!" 
  • and immediately to look at your wrist and notice the timer has in fact stopped
  • you suddenly can’t breathe and both you and mingyu make eye contact
  • holding three packs of ramen your friend comes beside you
  • “what’d i miss?”
  • “everything girl. fucking everything.”
  • despite the almost movie like encounter, you and mingyu had some problems
  • to name a few,
  • he’s an idol
  • your a college student
  • um, language barrier
  • pretty sure you have to know more than annyeonghaseyo & saranghae
  • you show you friend you wrist and the first thing she does is squeals, grab both your hands and jump up and down
  • “OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!!! you know what! y’all spend time together, get to know one another WHATEVER, i’ll pay for everything! you come back to the hotel whenever!” 
  • she leaves giving you a hug and waving bye to the seventeen boys
  • suddenly this whole thing hits you, like damn these aren’t just some people you stare at from a screen, you guys actually have a personal connection
  • “so um annyeonghasyo? my name’s y/n” 
  • you are surprisingly able to be composed
  • the smile doesn’t fall from his face
  • “kim mingyu”
  • seungkwan starts saying something and everyone starts talking
  • somehow joshua and vernon get your phone and type in mingyus number plus adding everyones too
  • you get five minutes together before they have to leave
  • because of the language barrier, you both can’t say as much as you want
  • “i’ll try my very best to learn korean, soulmate”
  • “i try best at english?” mingyu says cutely
  • you laugh, and the time together comes to an end when their manager calls them home
  • with a leap of boldness, you wrap your arms around his waist tightly
  • you feel him stiffen but then wrap his arms around your shoulder tightly
  • suddenly you feel yourself being lift off the ground 
  • “KIM MINGYU” you screech, giggling
  • he sets you down with a grin on his face
  • “annyeong soulmate~” his to his members who are loudly saying stuff a mingyu
  • before he walks out he turns around one last time and lifts his phone to his ears yelling something in korean
  • “CALL ME!!”

Originally posted by gyushua


part 2

The Seventeen Soulmate AU series:

|| Seungcheol / Pt. 2 || Jeonghan / Pt. 2 || Joshua / Pt.2 || Jun / Pt.2 || Hoshi / Pt.2 || Wonwoo || Woozi / Pt.2 || Seokmin / Pt.2 || Mingyu / Pt.2 || Minghao || Seungkwan || Vernon / Pt.2 || Dino ||

MASTERLIST

~ admin seri

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Make This Our Kingdom (Where Good Love Conquers)
 by caramelle/@caramelkru

“This is no time for games,” Cassian says, calm but firm. “The entire navy is on high alert.”

She snorts. “In case you missed it, the entire world’s been on high alert for about ten years now.”

Or, a Rebelcaptain Pacific Rim AU.

Read it on AO3.

Sleep

Draco let out the breath he didn’t even know he was holding as he stepped through the fireplace and into his own living room. He could feel the tension in his shoulders slowly melting as he went through the familiar and comforting routine of stepping out of his shoes and placing them neatly against the side of the mantelpiece. He straightened the pair of ratty trainers next to his with a small fond smile on his lips.

Straightening up he headed to the hallway that lead to their bedroom through the living room, taking in the comforting feel of Harry’s magic as it gently caressed any patch of bared skin it could feel.

Opening the bedroom door, Draco’s smile widened as he took in the sleeping figure on their bed. All he could see of his husband was the top of his hair sticking up over the top of the quilt and one foot that poked out of the bottom. He could hear the light snores that told him Harry had been asleep for a while.

The magic he felt was stronger now, he could feel in envelope him more now he was in the bedroom and he didn’t mind one bit. When he had first discovered that Harry’s magic seemed to have a mind of its own when Harry slept, it had been a bit unnerving. What if it attacked him? But now, after ten years of being together, it was comforting. He knew he didn’t have anything to be truly worried of. When Harry’s magic did this, it was just echoing the last feelings that Harry had had towards whatever it touched. That was probably why every muggle alarm clock Harry had ever brought in here was always found smouldering in the corner the next morning.

Draco disrobed and hung his outer robes back up in his side of the wardrobe and threw everything else in the white plastic standing washing basket on his way into the small bathroom off of the bedroom. He quietly closed the door behind himself and set his wand on the sink before casting a silencing charm and turning on the shower. 


The bathroom smelt like Harry’s shower wash and it made Draco smile even wider. No matter how many times he smelt or experienced it, it was always comforting on a very deep level knowing that his husband had been in here and done very normal things in the same space Draco had. He had felt safe and comfortable enough to do so. The apartment felt lived in and happy. Compared to his old one he had on his own. It was not empty and cold.

After taking as long as he could in the shower, he emerged from the bathroom in a puff of white steam with a large white towel wrapped around his waist. His hair hung limply on one side and dripped water into his eyes. He dried himself off as efficiently as possible, getting rid of the remnants of his day, leaving him clean and dry.

He summoned a pair of flannel pyjama bottoms from the top draw on the other side of the room and slipped them on, his back to the bed. Draco wondered what he should make for dinner, or whether Harry already had. There was no use in guessing whether Harry had by checking if he could smell anything. Harry hated the smell of lingering food and always spelled away any stubborn sent as soon as they were done eating.

Draco turned around back towards the bed and found two very intense green eyes staring back at him from the top of the quilt. He still felt his breath catch every time he caught those beautiful eyes looking his way.

“Did I wake you?” He asked softly.

Harry just shook his head and stretched. Draco followed the outline of his body through the quilt. He looked back up as he saw Harry reach an arm out.

“Come here” Came a very sleepy voice and Draco lifted an eyebrow. The hand made a grabby motion when Draco didn’t move and he couldn’t help the snort that left his lips.

“So demanding” He tutted but couldn’t help himself from walking towards the bed.

A small huff came from under the blanket as Harry fell back when Draco perched on the edge of the bed next to him. He lifted his hand and ran it through the unruly hair that fell into Harry’s eyes and fanned across the pillow underneath it.

Harry made a satisfied hum in the back of his throat and before Draco knew what was happening, a hand shot out from the quilt and pulled him forward by his arm. He ended up sprawled out, with Harry putting his head into the space between his neck and shoulder, nuzzling slightly. Draco let out a pleased sigh as he felt Harry’s stubble scratch across his skin. He really should pull away and let Harry sleep. He really didn’t mean to wake him up.

“You smell nice” Harry’s voice was thick with sleep and Draco tried his hardest to stop himself from wrapping himself around his husband.

“I showered” He murmured back, kissing the top of Harry’s head lightly.

“Mmm, I made dinner, it’s in the oven” Harry sat up a bit, his head resting on his elbow right in front of Draco’s. “I was going to wait up for you, I’m sorry” He looked apologetic and Draco just smiled even more.

“It’s okay” He took in the slight redness of Harry’s eyes and the small bags under his eyes “You can go back to sleep if you want”

Harry just smiled back at him “But I missed you” He reached a hand up and smoothed it through Draco’s hair making him tilt his head back slightly. “A lot” Those last words came out in a breathy whisper before Harry had moved forward and started kissing the length of Draco’s throat, purposefully rubbing his stubbled cheeks across the skin as he went.

“Harry” Draco warned in a slight moan, tilting his head back further. Harry needed his sleep, this is why he was just going to head straight to the kitchen. Harry was honestly insatiable and Draco needed to make him sleep if he needed it.

But Merlin, the way Harry’s lips felt ghosting across the sensitive skin under his ear and the sound of his soft breaths were making it hard to focus.

“Draco” Harry whispered back, nipping at Draco’s earlobe.

Draco closed his eyes and gripped the back of Harry’s head, moaning softly as Harry’s free hand slid across his side and pulled him closer. Harry was so warm, and he smelt so fucking good, Draco all but forgot about making him sleep.

It wasn’t until he was staring up at Harry, on his back that his senses came back to him. He wrapped his leg around Harry’s and flipped them.

Harry left out a breath and Draco pinned his hands next to his head, his hands around his wrists. He leaned down, ghosting his lips across Harry’s soft inviting ones and pushed his hips down, keeping Harry from bucking up.

“Go back to sleep Harry” He murmured.

Harry just stared up at him, a small pout on his lips but Draco wasn’t having it. He remembered the last time Harry had neglected sleep and he didn’t really want a repeat.

He pulled away and rolled off of the bed, tossing the covers back over Harry and purposefully tucking him in tightly ignoring Harry’s weak protests. That is how he knew Harry was exhausted. Normally he would have easily been able to push Draco off and manhandle his way out. Instead, he was just lying there with a pout on his face with his eyes half open.

“Sleep” He pointed at him, grabbed his wand and walked to the bedroom door. He waved his wand, sliding the curtains closed and took one last look at Harry. “I’ll see you in a bit love” He murmured and smiled at the way Harry’s mouth curved upwards at the name.

“Yeah” Was the sleepy reply he received. He pulled the bedroom door slowly and quietly shut behind him.

Warcross by Marie Lu 

Expected publication: October 3rd 2017

“ For the millions who log in every day, Warcross isn’t just a game—it’s a way of life. The obsession started ten years ago and its fan base now spans the globe, some eager to escape from reality and others hoping to make a profit. Struggling to make ends meet, teenage hacker Emika Chen works as a bounty hunter, tracking down players who bet on the game illegally. But the bounty hunting world is a competitive one, and survival has not been easy. Needing to make some quick cash, Emika takes a risk and hacks into the opening game of the international Warcross Championships—only to accidentally glitch herself into the action and become an overnight sensation.

Convinced she’s going to be arrested, Emika is shocked when instead she gets a call from the game’s creator, the elusive young billionaire Hideo Tanaka, with an irresistible offer. He needs a spy on the inside of this year’s tournament in order to uncover a security problem … and he wants Emika for the job. With no time to lose, Emika’s whisked off to Tokyo and thrust into a world of fame and fortune that she’s only dreamed of. But soon her investigation uncovers a sinister plot, with major consequences for the entire Warcross empire.”

I hadn’t seen a post for this going around but look at the cover reveal! It looks amazing and the description sounds amazing, and I just think Marie Lu is the best! I’m very excited! :D

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Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales International Trailer

Aka the one where Elizabeth Turner, née Swann shows up

Dirty Laundry

To be honest, I’m digging this vibe. Seriously digging the synth and the slow start. It’s different, yeah, but so what? Alex has already said in an interview with Alternative Press that they “started over” with Don’t Panic and Future Hearts continued that. And now this is too. Alex is writing the lyrics again - he had said previously he didn’t have as much control as he would like - and he seems happy. The band said on instagram they’re pleased with the song and the sound and said repeatedly before its release that they’re excited about it and the different vibe. The guys are happy, and they know what they’re doing now - it’s been ten years (fourteen since their formation). Have some trust in Alex, Rian, Zack, and Jack, and their new label, Fueled By Ramen, that they’re happy to be with.

Different doesn’t have to be bad, guys. Remember that. Music is supposed to change and evolve. This is a new era. Embrace it for what it is, not what it isn’t. 💜🌹

  • me: *watched ninjago when there were only two seasons and hasn't since*
  • movie: *comes out*
  • me: maybe I should rewatch it! *does so*
  • me, having rewatched the first five episodes: I wonder if anyone on Tumblr has drawn more realistic interpretations of the characters *goes into the tag*
  • tag: *characters I dont recognize* *weird ship names* *spoilers I dont understand* *references I dont get*
  • me: what the fuck
The Anarchists vs. the Islamic State

Brace Belden before a battle in Syria in November. Courtesy of Brace Belden

By Seth Harp for The Rolling Stone. February 14, 2017 [x]

On the front lines of Syria with the young American radicals fighting ISIS

On the morning of his first battle, Brace Belden was underdressed for the cold and shaky from a bout of traveler’s diarrhea. His Kurdish militia unit was camped out on the front line with ISIS, 30 miles from Raqqa, in Syria. Fighters stood around campfires of gas-soaked trash, boiling water for tea, their only comfort besides tobacco. “I’ve never been so dirty in my life,” Belden recalls. When the time came to roll out, he loaded a clip into his Kalashnikov and climbed into a makeshift battlewagon, a patchwork of tank and truck parts armored with scrap metal and poured concrete. Belden took a selfie inside its rusty cabin and posted it online with the caption “Wow this freakin taxi stinks.”

The rest of the militia piled into an assortment of minivans, garbage trucks and bulldozers, and rode south into territory ISIS had held for more than three years. Belden was manning a swivel-mounted machine gun, the parched landscape barely visible through the rising dust, when he spotted a car packed with explosives revving across the desert toward the Kurdish column. Before he could shoot, an American fighter jet lacerated the sky and an explosion erupted where the car had been, shaking the earth for miles around.

It was November 6th, 2016. The Kurdish militia known as the YPG – a Kurmanji acronym for People’s Protection Units – had commenced a major offensive to liberate the city that serves as the global headquarters for ISIS. The YPG was backed by U.S. air power and fighting alongside a coalition of Arab and Assyrian militias. Also within their ranks, though scantly reported, was a group of about 75 hardcore leftists, anarchists and communists from Europe and America, Belden among them, fighting to defend a socialist enclave roughly the size of Massachusetts.

Belden, who is 27, started tweeting photos of the front shortly after arriving in Syria in October. The first widely shared image showed him crouched in his YPG uniform, wearing thick Buddy Holly glasses, a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, a stray puppy in one hand and a sniper rifle in the other. “To misquote Celine,” the post read, “when you’re in, you’re in.” He has since amassed 19,000 followers under the handle PissPigGranddad, puzzling the Internet with a combination of leftist invective and scurrilous bro humor. Tweets like “Heading to the Quandil Mountains to lecture the PKK about entitlement reform” are followed by “The dude with the lamb bailed so now we’re fucked for dinner.”

Belden had no military experience before joining the YPG. He lived in San Francisco, where he arranged flowers for a living. Before that, he was a self-described lumpenproletariat, a lowlife punk and petty criminal with a heroin habit who started reading Marx and Lenin seriously in rehab. Once sober, he got involved in leftist causes, marching for tenants’ rights, blocking evictions, protesting police brutality. As he prepared for the Middle East, his girlfriend thought he was going to do humanitarian work. She was “not stoked,” Belden says, to learn that he planned to fight alongside the YPG.

The first phase of the Raqqa offensive was a mission to take Tal Saman, a satellite village of 10,000 people 17 miles north of Raqqa proper. “We pushed up to Tal Saman till we had it surrounded on a half circle,” Belden says, “then we just bombarded the shit out of it.” Refugees poured out of the village, seeking protection behind Kurdish lines. “Hundreds of civilians coming across for days in a row,” Belden says. At night, his unit stayed in whatever building they’d just taken, camped out on rooftops in the excruciating cold. “The first week we were out it was awful,” Belden says. The stepmother of a fellow volunteer from the U.S. had gotten Belden’s number. She kept texting to make sure they were eating enough.

The march on Raqqa slowed to a halt after two weeks, as the YPG consolidated its hold over a string of liberated villages. The YPG controls a region of 4 million people in northern Syria known as Rojava. Its tens of thousands of motivated fighters have been battling ISIS for five years. American as well as French warplanes have been covering their maneuvers with airstrikes for the past two, forcing ISIS off the roads and highways and open desert, and back into the urban strongholds of Mosul and Raqqa. Now, the Kurds are kicking the door down in both cities.

But the YPG is not your typical ethnic or sectarian faction. Its fighters are loyal to an imprisoned guerrilla leader who was once a communist but now espouses the same kind of secular, feminist, anarcho-libertarianism as Noam Chomsky or the activists of Occupy Wall Street. The Kurds are implementing these ideals in Rojava, and that has attracted a ragtag legion of leftist internationals, like Belden, who have come from nearly every continent to help the YPG beat ISIS and establish an anarchist collective amid the rubble of the war – a “stateless democracy” equally opposed to Islamic fundamentalism and capitalist modernity. They call it the Rojava Revolution, and they want you.

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anonymous asked:

A year without Zaha... How the company is doing so far?

When I saw Google’s Doodle (below) it reminded me it has been a year, time flies. Zaha Hadid Architects is doing well, a year is not enough time for the full impact to be felt. Most ongoing projects are those Zaha herself had her hand in, it takes a long time from winning a commision to building occupancy, so you will see buildings designed by her opening in the next few years.

That is not to say it has not been a controversial year for ZHA, mainly because of its director Patrik Schumacher presentation, called “Housing for Everyone”, where he listed eight demands, which included abolishing all forms of social housing and privatising all streets, squares, public spaces and parks. Something that ZHA quickly distanced themselves from but exposed some of the differences in vision between Hadid and Schumacher.

The real question is if ZHA has a life without its founder, that will only be known five to ten years from now, when all the projects she would have worked on are done. Will there be anyone else able to carry on her legacy?

Leeza SOHO

I’ve been on Tumblr for about a year now and I’m surprised I haven’t seen anything regarding Sesame Street.

 So, I figured I would shed a little light on it for all of you.

I watched this show religiously as a kid, and I’ve been looking into it again recently (a lot) just out of the sake of curiosity. There’s a lot of great stuff going on with this show.

To start, eight of its ten regular human cast members are people of color.

There’s Susan and Gordon, played by Dr. Loretta Long and Roscoe Orman…

Maria and Luis, played by Sonia Manzano and Emilio Delgado…

Alan, played by Alan Muraoka…

Chris played by Christopher Knowings…

Leela, played by Nitya Vidyasagar…

Finally, Mando, played by Ismael Cruz Cordova.

The show also has a single mom named Gina (played by Allison Bartlett-O’Reilly) who adopted a child named Marco from Guatemala and is raising him on her own.

There’s also a bilingual Muppet named Rosita, played by Mexican-born puppeteer Carmen Osbahr.

The diversity on the show has allowed storylines like Leela celebrating the Indian holiday of Rakhi…

and Rosita having to deal with Mexican stereotypes in one of her story books.

The show also introduced a Muppet named Segi (named after the adopted daughter of the show’s head writer) who was introduced to sing a song about loving her natural hair.

Segi also had to deal with a story book saying that a teddy bear in a toy store is “too brown,” and therefore not good enough. This leads to a great song sung to her by Leela, Chris, and Mando.

The show also touches on subjects normally not covered on children’s television, like when Big Bird was being bullied for being too big and too yellow.

The show also has special outreach material specifically made for children of difficult situations, called “Little Children, Big Challenges.” These stories can cover everything from divorce to poverty to having an incarcerated parent. They also cover topics for children of the military, such as Rosita having to deal with her father becoming a wheelchair user after getting wounded in battle.

So, in short, this is a show that does more than any other children’s show I know, so I figured I would draw your attention to it so it can be properly appreciated.

Room Mates and Double Dates - chapter 1

I started this (and abandoned it) last autumn. Resurrecting it now in the vain hope I can resolve the plot hole I worked myself into!

For info, May looks like Lupita Nyong’o, because oh god she’s beautiful!

Being roommates with Bucky had its ups and downs. On the upside, he’d been your best friend for ten years now; he made great coffee; he was understanding of hangovers; he was (relatively) house-trained. On the downside, you were in love with him, and it was your job to help him ease his one-night-stands out of the door in the mornings because he never wanted to be the bad guy.

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❝ I tease her cause I love her.❞

Plot: You are Heechul’s girlfriend and are 20cm shorter than him. The other suju members always tease her & heechul will always defend her but the truth is he like to tease you too when nobody is around

Pairing: Heechul x Reader

Words count: 1.3k+

Genre: Fluffy

For anon, I hope you like it! 

-kyu.

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!

Originally posted by mauloveskpop


‘How do you even reach things, Y/N?’ A member teased.

‘We should get you a ladder for your birthday.’ Another added.

‘Shut up, Kyu.’ You pouted, ‘It’s not my fault I am short.’

‘Then what?’ Kyuhyun asked with a raised brow.

‘Ahhhh genetics maybe?’ You look at him.

A heart chuckle left Cho Kyuhyun’s lips, ‘Nice try, Y/N, but I do know that both your parents are tall and so is your brother.’

‘Do I need to spray you with the hose again, Kyu?’ A voice cut in the conversation.

And as if it was on queue, in walked the love of your life. Kim Heechul always seemed to be at the right place at the right time. Your height was something that always got people teasing you. It honestly wasn’t your fault and people generally tended to just look over it. But with a tall boyfriend like Heechul, people were bound to see the 20cm height difference.

‘Oppa!’ You yell, running into his arms.

‘Is my little kitten being harassed by our evil maknae?’ Heechul asked, cuddling you in a hug.

‘Gross.’ Kyuhyun rolled his eyes, ‘And I wasn’t the only one teasing her. Leeteuk hyung is also here!’

‘Then I will spray you both with a hose!’ Heechul defended, ‘Stop teasing Y/N!’

‘Aish, you are no fun Heechul.’ Leeteuk grumbled to himself.

‘What’s that?’ Heechul held a hand to his ear, ‘Talking to yourself already Teukie? Jeez I thought we still had time before the old age set in.’

‘We are technically the same age!’ Leeteuk defended, ‘You are a few days younger then me.’

‘Physically yes, but your mentality is way in it 60’s.’ A cackle left the younger’s lips.

‘Aish, let’s go Kyu,’ Leeteuk tugged the younger, ‘You are lucky your prince in shining armour came to your rescue, Y/N.’

Closing the door, Heechul pulled out his tongue at them. Yeah his mental age was way in its adolescence but his childish qualities is what made him most lovable. You still had your arms around his waist as he used looked down at you with a sweet smile on his face before smirking and bending towards you.

‘Aigoo,’ He pretended to complain, ‘I will have back issues by the end of 35 because of you Jagi.’

And there we go,You roll your eyes and step away from his touch, ‘Then eat more vegetables.’

Truth of the matter is, as much as Heechul was your knight in shining armour, he was also your pain in the ass. He was quick to defend your honour but quicker to tease you back. The one thing that made you fall for Kim Heechul was his childish quality, a quality that he used a lot since the two of you had started dating, and what a long three years it has been so far.

‘I’m only teasing sprite,’ His affectionate nickname coming into play.

‘I hate that name and you know it.’ A pout on your lips.

‘But it’s adorable, like sprites are cute and tiny but just as sassy and devilish.’ He pointed out, ‘And you, my little jagi, are just as devilish as I am expect you play the innocent card way to often.’

‘I hate you.’ You felt his lips on yours.

‘I love you too, now lets go.’ He grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the cafeteria.

Grabbing the food you wanted, you both said thank you to the ladies who served your food before walking to the table were the rest of the Super Junior members sat. Leeteuk, Kyuhyun and Yesung sat on one side with Shindong and Sungmin on the other. Shifting down, they allowed some room for the both of you to join.

‘Should we find a table that allows your feet to touch the ground Y/N?’ Yesung held back a laugh.

‘Or maybe one that has a lower table?’ Kyuhyun chipped in.

‘No guys, stop,’ Leeteuk ended the banter to your surprise, ‘We should have eaten at a place that allowed kids to eat free.’

‘Yah!’ A spoon went flying across the table, ‘My girlfriend is not a child.’

‘Her height could beg to differ.’ Kyuhuyn snickered.

‘I will punch you maknae.’ Heechul’s eyes narrowed.

‘Like you could ever.’ Kyuhyun challenged as the elder stood up and rolled up his none existent sleeves.

‘Stop,’ You pulled Heechul back down, ‘He has a point Chullie.’

The other members chuckled, ‘You are lucky she saved your ass now, Kyuhyun, next time you might not be so lucky.’

‘Sure,’ He rolled his eyes before Heechul pointed his chopsticks at them.

‘Now leave, my beaut and I would like to dine alone.’

‘But-’

‘Get going!’

Just shaking their heads, the other stood up and left. They had all finished their food anyway so it was only logical to leave. Alone at the table, you wanted a serviette that was on the end of the table. One would be able to reach for it in a jiffy, but you weren’t like everyone else. You didn’t wanna reach cause you knew Heechul would start his teasing again.

‘I know you need the serviette.’ Heechul cut your thought, ‘Would you like one my little sprite?’

‘Would you stop call me that?’

‘Nope.’

Not winning this argument, you allowed Heechul to grab it for you and lovingly wipe the side of your mouth. Bending down, he placed a kiss on your forehead. Heechul was an asshole at times, but loving just as much. Finishing up, the both of you walked to the studio but you lingered slightly back cause you had gotten a phone call.

‘Where is Y/N?’ Sungmin asked.

‘Probably still coming, you know her short legs can’t keep up with us taller people.’ Shindong said.

‘She is actually on her phone.’ Heechul pointed out, ‘Stop with the teasing, it’s getting old now, we have been together long enough for the short jokes to run out.’

‘Short jokes will never run out, we do it with Ryeowook all the time and its been more then 10 years.’ Leeteuk explained. ‘Plus, don’t act all innocent, we know you tease her as well.

‘I tease her cause I love her.’ Heechul defended as you stopped by the doorway and listened in,

‘And we love her as well.’ Kyuhyun stood next to Leeteuk, ‘And before you kill us, we love here in a brotherly manner.’

Your heart grew ten times in size. You loved the boys and treasured them very much. The teasing did use to get irritating but you figured it was how they showed love. Truth be the matter, you never had brothers so they fitted the roll quiet well. Smiling, you walked in and wrapped your arms around Heechul’s waist.

‘WAAAA THERE IS A LITTLE CHILD HERE!’ Yesung pointed at Heechul.

‘Ha-ha-ha, very funny,’ Sarcasm laced in your voice, releasing Heechul and standing where they can all see you.

‘Y/N! Where are you !?’ Shindong pretended to look on his eye level before getting a death stare from Heechul, ‘Okay okay I will stop.’

‘I heard what you guys said.’ You admit. ‘I love you all as well and if that is how you show your love then I will not ask you to stop. But there is one thing I have to ask from Heechul.’

‘And that is?’

‘STOP CALLING ME SPRITE!’