around the world in 80 ways

A Book of Headcannons!

Ok, I have never really gotten a chance to make headcannons for Jacob so here goes nothing. These are all original so if you see something that you have written about, do let me know so I can remove it. These are all based on our 1800s Jacob, nothing modern, and purely out of spontaneous scenarios in my head so I could probably be wrong in around 80% of them. Either way, hope you like this!

Originally posted by smolprompto

- Yes, Jacob has no patience. He can give you like 5 seconds of his patience, even if you mean the world to him, but nothing more. The man doesn’t have time to wait yet you better wait for him. Oh, yes.
- Beware if you try and sneak up to him playfully.
- Don’t lose your head over his way of talking to you. 
- You either love him or hate him. No in between.
- Loyalty should be like his middle name. Though perhaps never learning the whole “Don’t trust anyone” way of living, Jacob is unconditional to a person he deems good for him or that their cause if worthy of his time and his view of justice. The man means no harm when trusting even a rock, but half the time he has no idea what’s in store for him thanks to this small little flaw of his.
- Of course he’s self conscious of his good looks but he uses them only to get what he wants. Jacob, as usual, has no time to be thinking why do the ladies fall for his charm because he’s into business. And don’t confuse that seductive look on his eyes as flirting, though he surely is an expert.
- No, he can careless of your looks if you’re a person that represents something important to him. The last thing on his mind is finding perfection when he is so misunderstood and all he seeks is someone that can accept him as he is and love him dearly.
- Yes, he’s lazy.
- Scars? Well, as much as he could pretend he doesn’t mind the probable scars on him, it does bother him that he finds them everywhere and some will be permanent. 
- He was born to be understood, not to understand.
- Jacob loves a good laugh.
- He drinks, but not because he enjoys alcohol, but because it helps numb the pain in his poor little heart. The man has issues, y’all.
- The only reason why he doesn’t sleep on the ground is because he doesn’t have time to stop running all over the place.
- Jacob only desires good for the world, despite how terrible his attempts are at making it better.

Originally posted by victoriandamefrye

- His hobbies? Having a good time with his gang or sleeping.
- Give him hugs often, he loves those.
- Yes, he’s sensible to smells and he will let you know if something either will make him vomit or will drive him nuts with euphoria.
- The words ‘quiet’, ‘discreet’, ‘plan’, ‘logic’, and, ‘lose’ are among many out of his vocabulary.
- He can knock you out with a slap, if he feels like it.
- Yes, he eats like there’s no tomorrow.
- Ezio Auditore da Firenze? More like Ezio Aduditore da LA LA LA.
- Don’t annoy him with silly talk. He’s got better things to do.
- No, he isn’t intentionally funny but everyone is so blinded by him that anything he says could be turned funny but he won’t understand why. 
- He’s a devil, and he knows it!
- Play with him because he loves to compete and win! Hide-and-seek, tag, fishing, soccer, anything! He won’t say no!
- Yes, he could be crowned the best daddy in the whole universe. Like, actually dad. But…though he doesn’t know it, he’s also a daddy.

Originally posted by britishfryes

- No! Not the hair!
- He doesn’t mind the stares on his facial scars but don’t stare for too long. There’s too much beauty around to be staring at only that.
- Definitely has a sweet tooth.
- Yes, he loves to smile.
- And he cannot do the ice treatment. He has no practice in that nor will he ever.
- Don’t even bother test his limits. He will prove you wrong even if that means losing half of London in the process.
- Fear? Um, yes he actually does feel it a lot but does a good job at getting over it and turning it to courage in seconds.
- No time to ask questions! 
- He will forever love you if you manage to somehow get him a bed big enough that fits in the train just for him.
- He knows he can sweet-talk you into anything he wants and you will leave him in awe if you somehow manage to not fall under his spell. Still, he won’t give up. He always has it his way.
- He can observe your for a minute and know your strengths and weaknesses.
- Yes, he loves to be intimidating.
- He’s bad at jokes and he doesn’t get them anyways.
- He’s not as romantic as many imagine him. He’s too much of a kid and expects you to pamper him, not the other way around but if you do your job well, the reward will be delicious.
- Keep your distance. Jacob likes his space even if he invades yours.

Originally posted by assassinscreedstuff

- He’s smart, but just street smart.
- Don’t be surprised to see him getting chased. What’s work without a little fun?
- He won’t laugh at dark humor; that’s not up his alley.
- Politics? Could we get some ice-cream instead?
- Tell him you love him; the way he will tell you the same will send shivers down your spine.
- He’s eager for an adventure even if he’s beat and is dying to sleep.
- He hates complaining but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t think it.
- Good luck trying to catch him.
- He doesn’t do hand-holding. He’s more of a side hugger.
- He loves originality. Surprise him!
- Don’t pull a prank on him, though.
- No Jake, Jay, or Joseph. It’s Jacob!
- He rolls his eyes often. It’s his way of showing you how much he cares.
- He always pays. Always.
- Watch your words with him because he won’t forget any conversation he has with you.
- Don’t try and get sarcastic with him. That makes him mad.
- Jacob will not listen to anyone that put boundaries to him. He will rub it in your face he does what he wants…LIKE A BOSS.
- He will likely reborn a parrot.
- And lastly,
Jacob Frye, no matter what, will be a person that you will never, ever, be able to forget once you had the delight to lie your eyes on him.

If you liked these and want some more, let me know in your replies! I was trying to stay as real as possible but I mean, we all got different perspectives on him. Either way, leave a comment if you want another book! I had fun making this one! Thanks!

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INTERVIEWER: You seem very much aware of the world around you.

PHOENIX:
I’m quite in love with the human race and this planet that we live on and I see life as fresh and beautiful, not because “I have the world in my hands,” but because it’s just my reality. I also get very frustrated with the pace of life and the way the world goes. I want so badly for people to communicate with each other. With all this technology, is this the best we can do? It’s depressing. But there’s also an optimistic side of me that believes that we live in an incredible time and that if we all come together on the important issues and stand up for our rights, as Bob Marley said, we could really accomplish a lot.

INTERVIEWER: What would that be for you?

PHOENIX: One thing I would like to do when I have the money is buy thousands of acres in the Brazilian rain forest and make a national park, so no one can bulldoze it (in order) to put a McDonald’s there. I guess people find security in a Big Mac, but that’s our oxygen! And the mass slaughtering of animals is a chickenshit approach. I can’t understand the farmer who raises his cow and then rips it’s throat and eats it.

INTERVIEWER: You offer a positive role model for young people, not only by virtue of the ideals you espouse, but, on a different level, by the very characters you play. This will probably be more so than before because of young Indiana Jones.

PHOENIX: Yes, but it angers me that in this society we’re trained from a very young age, watching television, to swallow preconceived ideas of what is the ideal man or ideal woman. It’s prejudice, really. Many people overcome it, but so many remain oppressed if they’re not happy with their looks, if they don’t look like Robert Redford,. It’s a shame, because they shouldn’t be. When I was younger, I was worried about how others viewed me and if I was good enough. I realize now that you can’t mold an image or try to be something that you are not. As far as being an actor is concerned, your work really speaks for itself.

[Interview for Starlog Magazine, October 1989]

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Around The World In 80 Days: Taiwan

The Hard Path…
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Mountain Dream
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Daan Park MRT Station In Taipei Taiwan
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OKAY SO HERE’S THE THING

Back in the 80s, there was this anime called Slayers which was a Quest comedy. It’s about Lina Inverse, a sorceress and Gourry Gabriev, an idiot swordsman whom she meets along the way, traveling around on various quests to save the world from whatever magical disaster occurs along the way.

Just recently, the series Mighty Magisword popped up. It’s about a brother-sister team that collects ridiculous magical swords and are “warriors for hire”?

Based on character design alone, I am like….99.99% sure that it’s a parody and nobody knows about it. 

Helios Timeline (Spoilers)

Based off of gameplay and some speculation:

- 600 years ago: Nexus and the Arks leave the Milky Way. Long range scanners indicate the Helios Cluster has many potential settlement options. No sign of the energy clouds. The dormant machines found on the golden wars were built around this time.

- 80+ years ago: The Angara are the dominant civilisation of the Helios Cluster and have access to advanced technology. It is unknown if they are the builders of the machines and structures found on the golden worlds, or if the dark energy cloud has manifested yet.

- 80 years ago: The Kett arrive, presumably led by the Archon, and enslave or kill most of the Angara. A resistance survives but loses a lot of their society’s knowledge. It is unknown why the Kett arrived, but they appear to be interested in the advanced technology found in the Helios Cluster.

-14+ months ago: The dark energy cloud manifests

-14 months ago: The Nexus arrives, but hits the energy cloud, causing massive damage to its systems and destroying some of the cryo pods on board. Jien Garson, the Initiatives leader, is among those killed.

-1+ day ago: Due to the lack of resources and leadership, tensions rise in The Nexus. A civil war breaks out, and one faction enlists the help of the Krogan to win. They exile the losing faction. The majority of the Krogan also leave, as the deal they made with the winning faction was not upheld.

-Present day: Ark Hyperion arrives in the Helios cluster.

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Post 11 of 51…

10) as part of Children in Need in 2010, JB took part in the Around The World in 80 Days along with Myleene Klass and a host of other celebs to raise my money by travelling around the world (no flying) and collecting things to auction for the charity on the way. JB and Myleene did the leg that went through the bulk of America, before handing it over to Josie and Shane. He also performed in New Orleans. :o)

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Around The World In 80 Days: Finland

Smile
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Somebody’s Home
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Storm Rising
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Here is a translated version of the interview with Araki from the first Stardust Crusaders Jojonium, focusing on Jotaro

The idea to make the main character of Part 3 a Japanese person had been in my head since the beginning of Part 1. JoJo was originally planned to have three parts. It would pass through different eras to the modern age, where the main character would leave Japan to go and finish things. I thought that’d be a fitting way for it to end. But I didn’t want to make it a ‘tournament-style’ manga, which were very popular in Shonen Jump at the time. That’s when I got the idea to make it like a road movie, similar to Jules Verne’s “Around the World in 80 Days.” In later years, when a certain TV comedian traveled across Eurasia on a TV show, he followed a similar route. Just like how I coined the “Bizarre Adventure” term before the “Bizarre Stories of the World” TV show, I’d also like to say here that JoJo used that route first. (LOL)

Jotaro was modeled on Clint Eastwood, who I really respect. Jotaro’s pose with his finger out, which has become really popular now, came from one of Eastwood’s poses with a .44 magnum. Jotaro’s “Yare yare da ze” quote also came from one of Eastwood’s lines, which went something like this: “Bank robbery? Gimme a break…” I took a lot of inspiration from the roles that Eastwood has played, right down to details like these. Perhaps because of that, Jotaro seems a bit mature compared to other shonen manga main characters. I think Joseph was a better fit for the Jump style of main character. But to me, Jotaro is a true hero. To me, heroes are solitary. They don’t seek value or praise for doing what they believe is right. In other words, their justice goes unrewarded. Sometimes, going down the just path makes them end up alone. Basically, I think heroes aren’t supposed to have allies. Jotaro never opens his heart and keeps his feelings inside because he’s a lone hero. Even after defeating enemies, he never goes wild and gets happy. He just says “Yare yare da ze.” That’s all he needs.

As of now, Jotaro is a representative character for Jojo. I based all the visual design of all later JoJos off of him to make sure that they would all be unique and different from him. It all came from the bizarre sensibility and fantastic among the everyday that was born from the idea of a young man in a school uniform traveling through the desert. And Jotaro isn’t just wearing a normal school uniform, but one with a chain on the collar, and two belts. I thought carefully about how to make him seem like a delinquent without ruining the balance. One image that comes to mind when you think of delinquents is how some boys attach chains to their wallets and hang them down from their pants. But guess what? Jotaro’s chain came first as well. (LOL)

Q: Where did Star P’s pose come from?
A: It was based on a piece by Yokoyama Mitsuteru, which served as the starting point for Part 3 “School uniform and the desert”. It came from his “Babel 2” work. If I was to draw Part 3 again, I’d probably go back to the source and make Star P look like Tetsujin 28

“Brian Jones in car on the way to Palazzo Dello Sport Stadium in Milan during the ‘Stones European tour for two sell out concerts that day. Wyman captured this through the driver’s rear view mirror. Milan, 8th April 1967.”
[via Proud Gallery]

There’s an exhibition of Bill Wyman’s photography, ‘Around The World in 80 Years’ at the Proud Chelsea Gallery (161 Kings Road, London) from 19th October - 27th November 2016.

Photo by Bill Wyman.

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The Art of Eating through the Zombie Apocalypse: A Cookbook and Culinary Survival Guide

The art of getting food when surrounded by weird half-dead creatures running (or walking in a creepy way) around your town – and the world – may be a much harder thing to learn than you think. Thankfully, someone thought of it in time and provided a book with over 80 recipes, as well as instructions on how to scavenge, forage, and improvise with what is available at the moment – or for the rest of eternity.

Traveler of Worlds (Part 2)

Originally posted by lovelivelovato

Traveler of Worlds (Part 2)

Author: Morgan

Prompt: A few of you asked me to continue this fic in some way, shape, or form, so here. Have this.

Note: Reader has the power to bring items from other worlds into ours and is a student at X-Mansion. It’s a modern day AU, so the 80’s generation in the 2010’s. I decided to have a bit more fun with the powers this time around, visit different worlds and introduce new characters.

Warnings: Like one swear. Also. Greek Mythology.

Part 1: http://imagine-marvel-12.tumblr.com/post/146772635937/traveler-of-worlds

You were sitting on one of the many couches at the X-Mansion, scrolling through something on your phone. A familiar click-clacking drew nearer and nearer. You looked up. Tumnus was standing in the doorway, holding a small book in his hands. He looked nervous, scared even. He had been here a few weeks now, but was still adjusting to human life.

“What’s wrong, Tumnus?” you asked, your expression soft.

“I…Um…I just, um- I found this,” He handed you the book. You patted the seat beside you, and he hesitantly took a seat.

“The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe, huh?” you smiled softly.

“Is that…?”

“This is where you’re from,” you told him.

“I’m just a character in a book,”

“And a movie,” you told him. He looked saddened by this. That he was nothing more than a fictional faun from a fictional realm. “Tumnus, you’re real to me. And to everyone here. And your world is certainly real. I should know. I’ve been there.”

“You mean it?”

“I do,” you nodded, flipping the pages. “Do you want me to read it to you?” he nodded. You opened to the first page and cleared your throat. Tumnus relaxed on the couch, resting his head on your shoulder.

Once there were four children whose names were Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy,” you read. He smiled at the mention of his old friends. As you continued to read the book, more and more kids started to assemble in the living room around the couch, sitting on the floor in front of you.

They asked all sorts of questions, to Tumnus especially, about the story and about Narnia, and about what it was like there. He was very happy to tell them anything they wanted to know. He laughed and smiled. It was almost the happiest you had ever seen him.

“How did you meet (Y/N)?” one of the little girls asked. You had finished the book long ago, and now it had just become a game of ‘ask the faun’.

“Well, it’s actually sort of funny,” Tumnus chuckled, his hand finding its way into yours. “She just appeared out of nowhere wearing the strangest armor I had ever seen. So naturally, I hid behind a tree.”

“You were hiding from me!”

“Can you blame me?” he laughed, smiling. “But then I came out from behind the tree to get a closer look and met the most beautiful human- er, mutant- I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”

“Nice save,” you poked his arm. The kids all raised their hands.

“Yes?” Tumnus pointed to a little boy wearing a blue shirt.

“What is a faun?” he asked. Some of the others kids nodded as though they had been wondering the same thing.

“Well, um, I…” Tumnus started, his goat legs twitching a little bit. “Half-goat, half-man,”

“Yep,” you laughed, kissing his cheek.

“Do you ever miss Narnia?” another little girl asked. Tumnus sighed.

“I lived in those woods for over a hundred years. I do miss it, but…” he looked at you, his blue eyes locking into yours. “But some things…some things are worth giving up a world for,”

“And what do we have here?” Charles rolled into the room and took in the sight of all of the young kids in front of you and Tumnus. “Story time?”

“Yeah,” you held up the book.

“Ah. Narnia. I wonder why,” he smiled knowingly. Tumnus smiled sheepishly. “I remember reading that to a very young (Y/N) (L/N) years ago.”

“I remember begging you to read it over and over and over,” you blushed. Tumnus laughed.

“I remember that too,” Charles nodded. “And lots of crying when that one was turned to stone,”

“You cried for me?” Tumnus asked, smiling softly. “Before we even met?”

“Professor, you’re embarrassing me,” you laughed, covering your now-red face in your hands. Tumnus and the professor laughed together at your very, very red face. All of the kids laughed too.

“Awwww,”

“Shut up,” you laughed, elbowing the faun in the chest lightly. It only made him laugh harder.

“Movie night!” Peter ran into the room, holding up the Narnia DVD.

“Peter we watched that literally two weeks ago,” you laughed.

“Not since faun-guy got here,” Peter pointed out. He crossed his arms. “Come on, kiddos! Movie night!”

When you blinked, you were in the viewing room, next to Tumnus.

“Aah! Oh. Oh,” Tumnus looked around. “Still not used to that.”

“None of us are,” you laughed, shaking your head. Peter passed out popcorn to all of the kids and started the movie.

“Didn’t we just-” Scott started.

“Shhhh,” Peter pressed a pale finger to his lips. “Just enjoy it.”

“But Peter, ve haven’t seen zhe second one yet,” Kurt held up the case.

“Shhhhh.”

“You’re not giving us a choice, are you?” Jean asked.

“No. I’m not.”

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Somewhere near the end of the movie, when Lucy, Susan, and Aslan went to free the White Witch’s statues, Tumnus leaned in to your ear, an amused smile on his face.

“Are you crying?” he asked softly. You wiped away tears.

“It was bad enough when I didn’t know you,” you laughed, trails of tears running down your cheeks. He pulled out a handkerchief and dried them up. He folded it into your hand.

“Here. You need it more than I do,” He kissed your cheek softly. You smiled at his shameless reference to himself.

“Oh, hush,” you shook your head.

“Be quiet! The battle’s coming up!” Peter shushed you. You laughed, watching the end of the movie. You curled up to Tumnus, enjoying having him so close to you. He ate a handful of popcorn, enjoying the taste, but still not quite used to it.

“Is it good?” you asked. He nodded.

“Very. I’m just…getting used to it.”

***

The next morning at breakfast, a very peculiar thing happened. While he was in the middle of a sentence, Tumnus disappeared. Your eyes widened.

“Tumnus? Tumnus?!” You got up from your chair and ran through the mansion. After you had searched just about everywhere, Charles found you in a state of panic.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong?” he asked, searching your mind.

“He’s gone! He disappeared! I can’t find him anywhere!” You cried.

“Did you check in Narnia?” The professor asked calmly, trying to be of comfort. You took a breath and teleported, returning to the mansion after what seemed to be only seconds.

“He’s not there!” you cried, falling to your knees. “I…I can’t lose him…”

“It’s all right,” Charles put a hand on your shoulder. You couldn’t even look up at him. He looked so much like Tumnus…

“Uh, Professor?” Peter zipped into the room. “There’s something you might want to see.”

***

“Oh…my…God…” you whispered, looking up at the big blue box that had appeared in the courtyard. The door of the TARDIS opened and a man with black hair, a tweed jacket, and a red bowtie walked out. “What are you doing here?”

“Ah, (Y/N), I was hoping I’d find you.” The Doctor said.

“Why are you here, Doctor?”

“Doctor who?” asked Peter.

“Yes.” You nodded. “We’ve met.”

“I see that,” the Professor nodded. The Doctor walked forward and shook his hand.

“Nice to meet you again, Professor. Always a pleasure.”

“Have we met?” Charles asked.

“Oh. We will. Sorry.” The Doctor shrugged. “(Y/N), come with me.”

“What’s the problem?”

“It’s Tumnus. I found him.”

***

You stepped out of the TARDIS, and walked forward. It looked like a garden. A very nice, large garden. There was a statue. Tumnus. His face was one of terror, and his hands were in front of his face. Your eyes widened, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“No!” you shouted. “What happened?”

“I did,” a woman’s voice sounded behind you, but you knew better than to turn around. Medusa. You covered your eyes. The Doctor did the same.

“What did you do to him?!”

“What happens to anyone that wanders into my garden.” she replied. You could hear the smile in her voice. “Well in his case, anyone who was summoned. I couldn’t resist. I’m very fond of fauns…”

“Turn him back!” The Doctor shouted.

“You and I both know I can’t do that, Doctor.” She hissed. You could hear the whisper of her snakes, traveling in a cloud around her head. “You’d make a lovely addition to my garden.”

“Don’t come any closer.” you warned her. Tears of anger were streaming down your face.

“Or what, girl? Don’t think I don’t know where you’ve come from. So what’s your ability? Flight? Super speed? Sound waves?”

“Oh no. None of that.” You squeezed your eyes shut and held your hands in front of you, turning around to face her. “Something much better.”

There was a bright flash, and a large mirror appeared in your hands. She screamed, and suddenly the hissing stopped. You timidly opened your eyes. She was frozen. The Doctor looked at what you had done and smiled, giving you a pat on the back.

“Well done! I knew your powers must be coming along by now, but that was brilliant!”

“Thanks,” the mirror disappeared and you turned around to face Tumnus. He was still frozen. You hoped maybe killing Medusa would bring him back, but it hadn’t. It wouldn’t. Watching this in the movie was hard enough, but here, in front of you, in person…it was too much.

You took a breath, more tears threatening to spill.

“You know what you have to do, don’t you?” The Doctor asked.

“I do. Thanks. See you soon.”

“Yes. I will.” he said, before stepping into the TARDIS and closing the door. The light above it glowed as it disappeared to another time and place. You looked at Tumnus. The Doctor was right. You knew what to do.

You squeezed your hand. With a small flash of light, a wand appeared. A long, nice, wooden wand. 11 inches, carved from holly, and it had a Phoenix feather core. Fresh from Olivander’s.

“All right Tumnus. This better work.” You shook your head. “If you make me live without you…”

You stared at the wand in your hand and then up at Tumnus. A gentle glow came from the tip of it. Slowly the color came back to his face, and then crept downwards. The end of his scarf swung down, coming free. He sucked in a huge breath, yelling out a little. He practically fell into your arms, exhausted from the ordeal.

“Tumnus,” you said, holding him upright. He looked up at you slowly with his blue, blue eyes. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist and he cried and cried.

“I thought…” he pulled you tighter to his chest. “It happened all over again. Worst than the first time,”

“It’s okay,” you whispered. “It’s okay now.”

“I love you,” he stated. “I…I figured I should tell you that. I don’t say it nearly enough.” a smile tugged at his lips. You brought your hands to the sides of his face, gently stroking his cheeks with your thumbs. He closed his eyes for a moment before looking up at you. You pulled his face closer, closing the gap between your lips. They were soft, slow, full of passion.

When you pulled apart, you looked at him for a few seconds before teleporting back to the mansion.

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“So everything worked out then?” Charles asked when you appeared at the streetlight with Tumnus. You nodded, wiping away the remnants of your tears.

“Yeah. Everything worked out.” You smiled, holding Tumnus’ hand.

“What happened?” Peter asked.

“I was turned to stone by Medusa because she had a lack of fauns in her garden.”

“So I turned her to stone,” you said. “Using a mirror from another world.”

“So you’re basically a badass,” Peter summarized.

“Yeah,” you shrugged. Tumnus laughed. “Basically.”

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Around The World In 80 Days: Morocco

Sundown In Rabat
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Stars On Erg
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Ouzoud Cascades
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It’s so difficult for me to put myself out there and talk about my feelings.

And I couldn’t for the longest time. I was in the mindset that no one would understand. I thought that no one cared.

I shut out the people who did, and I built a wall around my heart, around me. I wouldn’t let people in, and kept everyone at a distance.

So how is it, that someone as simple as you, was able to sneak your way into my heart and learn all my dirty secrets?

How was it that I let you in and trusted you and let you see my world?

How?

—  D.N. // excerpt from a book i’ll never write #80
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Around The World In 80 Days: South Africa

The Footills of Narnia
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Milky Way South Africa At Makuleke
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Good Hope
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A new kind of world tour.  

Dutch students and creators of the first long distance electric motorcycle are riding it around the world in 80 days. Along the way they’ve been relying on a personal weather station provided by Weather Underground to help generate hyper-local forecasts so they can squeeze more miles out of their STORM cycle’s batteries. To the students, riding the STORM cycle is more than just a wild ride, it’s a chance to show how far we can get by driving or riding electric.  

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So I’m getting two things from the FNDM about the New World of Remnant on the Great War.

1. Jaune is the descendant of the King of Vale all because:

A. He used a sword

B. the statue in front of Beacon

C. Jaune said his family comes from a long line of heroes.

Personally I think this is cheesy bullshit, besides the great war happened 80 years ago. If I know ages and generations right I assume that maybe Jaune’s grandfather would be born around that time. Jaune said his weapon (a sword AND SHIELD) came from his Great-Great Grandfather. 2 whole generations back. This would imply that the king was Jaune’s either Great-Grandfather or Grandfather and I THINK he might’ve been told about this by his family cause that isn’t something you just FORGET in your family history.

As for the statue thing, he could’ve just been looking at it as a way of saying “i wanna be that”, That being a Huntsman. I doubt it was implying any relation. If they were, we would’ve heard about it by now.

Plus I also believe Jaune is a hijacker of Plots and we do not need another reason for him to take the spotlight from the MAIN FUCKING CHARACTER Ruby (that’s kind of one of RWBY’s major flaws in my opinion).

2. The king of Vale was way too nice/good guy-ish. “didn’t like mantle and mistral doing bad shit, didn’t want to fight but when he did he was a total badass and everyone was ready to bow to him, but he was too cool for that.”

Well looky at the king and tell me something,

what is he holding?

It looks sort of familiar…..

like Ozpin’s cane maybe.

PLUS, This WoR stated that the King of Vale founded the huntsmen academies and put his trusted followers in charge of the schools.

From Qrow, we learned that Ozpin’s predecessor founded the academies and that they were built to defend/hide the God’s relics of Creation, Destruction, Knowledge, and Choice.

And when Ozpin was talking to Oscar, he said that HE built Haven even though the King did that, and Oscar said that HE gave Haven’s headmaster the Tea set even though Ozpin did that.

Basically, I’m saying that the King of Vale was the previous incarnation of the Wizard who got sent into Ozpin’s head upon his death just like Ozpin’s soul is now in Oscar now.

I mean that’s got to explain his super awesome fighting skill in the Vacuo campaign in the war and how he was so stupidly goody goody.

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Around The World In 80 Days: United States Of America, Arizona

Lost Time
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On 80 Days and Postcolonialism

Jules Verne was a French author credited as one of the forebears of science fiction. He wrote Around the World in 80 Days in 1873 at the pinnacle of the British empire. Even as a Frenchman, he associated strongly with England in its colonizing capacity. The entire book, though singularly obsessed with the ways of foreign cultures and driven by an earnest wanderlust, was placed squarely in an Orientalist and colonialist framework.

Orientalism is the belief that Middle-Eastern and Asian cultures are intrinsically, backward, exotic and dangerous in comparison to Western European culture. Edward Said is responsible for the term’s wide acceptance thanks to his book Orientalism which describes the process by which Orientalist theory was adopted to justify and bolster European colonialism of Arab lands post-Enlightenment.

The iOS game 80 Days by Inkle Studios written by Meg Jayanth seeks to take the parts of the book that resonate: wanderlust, a sense of danger, adventure, global culture and divest them from their original colonialist perspective. It seeks not merely to subvert and criticize the aims of the protagonists, who remain the white-male explorers of Verne’s imagining, but to craft a new, non-exoticised world from the framework Verne originally laid out.

Inkle does this in several ways. First, there’s a unifying effort made to join the various technologies of the world. The game wholeheartedly embraces science-fiction concepts alien to the original work. Vestiges of steampunk find their way into the story: robots, flying airships, submersible trains, cars, hydrofoils and much more convey you along your journey. Most importantly, every nation seems to have equal access to the technology regardless of its geography or historical context. In Bogota, a townswoman sneered incredulously when Passepartout (whom you play as) was surprised to see an automated version of Simon Bolivar in the town square. “Do you not have automata, where you are from?”

History has shown us that technology is often used as a weapon of colonization; more technologically advanced countries use the tools they selfishly hoard in order to subjugate the rest of the world. Verne is tacit in this by reinforcing the differences between Europe and the colonized world, referring often to Europe as the civilizing force and the rest of the world as the wild, untamed wilderness; ripe for adventure but absent of order, intelligence and development.

Another way Inkle’s 80 Days manages to flatten the distinction between Europe and the rest of the world is how it introduces the story. In Verne’s book, you don’t hear about the events of the journey until they reach Egypt and the Suez Canal (itself an example of an Orientalist project according to Edward Said). By Verne’s account, Europe isn’t deserving of comment. True Adventure can only be had in places outside and away from Western European life. To Verne, the Middle East, Asia and even America were no different than the center of the Earth or deep within the sea.

Verne also describes a route that, at least while on the Asian continent, adheres generally to the shadow of English hegemony and empire. They visit India and Hong Kong, both under English rule. And it’s with a noticeable change of tone whenever they refer to an independent nation. Usually it is with fear at what kind of dangerous savagery (not yet quelled by English military force) might possibly await.

Inkle, on the other hand, starts you off in France and allows you to travel to a wide variety of locations ignored by the book. This allows you to see Europe as just another place full of adventure and danger. Neutering Europe by ignoring it in the text only places it above and separate from the locations where Verne’s story takes place. This is central to colonialist thought. Even though it may seem unflattering to cast Europe as a place of little interest to an adventurer it’s actually much more belittling to other nations to exist solely as a savage backdrop for an adventurer’s story, devoid of a normal safe and functioning society (as is implied to be Europe’s status quo).

Characters are often left unnamed in the source text. Passepartout and Verne hire a nameless “Parsee guide” to help them transverse the forests of India. They are not complete characters but props, to facilitate the narrative - too foreign to be given descriptors other than their religious and cultural signifiers. In 80 Days every character has a name and a story. Giving a character a back story may take effort, but neglecting to even name characters which drive forward the plot’s momentum gives you a good idea of the relative lack of importance of non-European characters in Verne’s account.

Inkle’s 80 Days allows players to empathize with the people they meet and be changed by the journey. Any good story contains an element of change, whether it’s change registered in the character herself or the world around them. After Verne’s heroes finish their adventure, they are remarkably unchanged. The only difference is Fogg’s acquisition of an Indian bride, who he saved from death. His white savior role elides perfectly with his western detachment: his one departure from aloof gentlemanliness was to save the virtue of a defenseless women against “crazed fanatics” Meanwhile, my Fogg slept on streets, embroiled his valet in fist fights and mutinies, dealt and received insult in turn and even admitted a closeted romantic attraction to his valet on the brink of death. A much more deep and colorful character, even when wrapped in the cold veneer of an Englishman.

I think Inkle’s adaptation of the source text is a great example for how we can draw from historical narratives without being shackled by the perspective of the author or the time in which the work was written in. It puts the lie to flippant claims of “historical authenticity” when faced with complaints around lack of diversity in a period piece. While 80 Days exists in a fantastical universe, with science fiction tropes littering the surface, the backbone is quite true to many of the themes of the original. It remains an explorer’s tale, full of near-escapes, risky maneuvers and flirtatious conversations with mysterious strangers. Except in Inkle’s post-colonialist version, you aren’t eurocentric totems of civility wading into the mucky depths of third world depravity - instead you’re simply tourists, sampling the culture of a world that doesn’t care whether or not you’re impressed with its many accomplishments, and that goes on whether you’ve gotten to experience it or not.

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Legendary

Here is my now finished tribute to Prince, and it will be the first portrait for my new series. 

Like many people around the world the sudden lost of this talented Artist has impacted us in some way or another. I’m no different, I can remember listening and dancing to countless hours of his music growing up as a child in 80’s. It’s 2016 and not much has changed! 

We all know his genius behind the many songs he wrote, performed, and produced for so many others. Chart toppers, that in my opinion are “still” better than 90% of the music on our airwaves. He fought not only for his right but for the rights of artist to have control of their own creativity. He was also the most well-unknown humanitarian among us. But above all, Prince showed and proved to us that there’s nothing wrong with just “being yourself”. 

Prince Rogers Nelson… May you forever rest in peace!