at the starting line


Day 336/366 : The final month countdown has started with rain - 師走の始まり by Hidehiko Sakashita
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December 1, 2016 Ageo, Saitama, Japan Camera: Leica X Vario #366project2016 #366project #365project #ageo #saitama #japan

This Start Line

Chapter 2: Our Start Line

Note: I don’t know, okay. It just happened. The song I used is Start Line from Aikatsu Stars. You can find the video here if you want to see the dance. If you want it in English you can check here. There are a few renditions so you can take your pick between Hime and Yume if you want solo videos without back ups or with better all around quality. Hime has a bit of a lower more mature voice so choose hers if your voice is like that while Yume has a higher pitch. 

I hope you guys enjoy! I sure did.

Pairings: Gladion x Reader or Gladion x Sun/Moon if you prefer. Kind of Hau x Reader but I’m not sure if I should keep it that way. Suggest if you want to keep that pairing. :)

The stage is being set up on the vast metal grounds of the Aether Foundation where everyone from the Pokemon League and Mele Mele Island were busy helping out with preparations and stands. Even Olivia is there, telling people where to put the stage props along with Tapu Lele who deigned to come because of the flowers that were basically everywhere.

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i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked. // tyger tyger, burning bright // i have done it again. // do not go gentle into that good night. // the sea is calm to-night. // let us go then, you and i, // april is the cruelest month. // pretty women wonder where my secret lies. // there is a place where the sidewalk ends. // i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) // two roads diverged in a yellow wood. // whose woods these are i think i know, // let us twain walk aside from the rest. // once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary, // i taught myself to live simply and wisely. //

it so happens i am sick of being a man // i wandered lonely as a cloud // does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? // o my love is like a red, red rose. // o captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done; // out of the night that covers me // it was many and many a year ago // you may write me down in history // do not stand at my grave and weep // some say the world will end in fire // some say in ice. // hope is the thing with feathers // the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, // no man is an island, //

remember me when i am gone away, // i met a traveler from an antique land // ‘twas brillig, and the slithy toves // this is thy hour o soul, // when we wear the mask that grins and lies, // death be not proud, // and death shall have no dominion. // laugh, and the world laughs with you; // the art of losing isn’t hard to master; // to see a world in a grain of sand // is there anybody there? said the traveller //

nobody heard him, the dead man, // that crazed girl improving her music. // come to me in the silence of the night; // where the mind is without fear and the head is held high // when you are old and grey and full of sleep, // in flanders’ fields the poppies blow // i thought of you and how you love this beauty // life, believe, is not a dream// it may be misery not to sing at all, // if starry space no limit knows // come live with me and be my love, // had we but world enough and time, //

my heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense // bright star, would i were stedfast as thou art- // thou still unravish’d bride of quietness // how do i love thee? let me count the ways. // heaven is what i cannot reach! // my dear, my dear, i know // in visions of the dark night// shall i compare thee to a summers day? // break, break, break // she walks in beauty, // i had a dream, which was not at all a dream. // he clasps the ring with crooked hands.


M: So it’s the start of the new Quidditch season! The weather is super lovely today so no chance of anyone getting hit by lightning or anything… always a good start!
D: O-oh, okay. Quite the unexpected opening line, Mia, but yes! A good start. Oh, look! The quaffle toss, the game is already in session. Who’s going to get it–

SLYTHERIN’s Jeon Wonwoo took position of the quaffle

M: We’ll see for the first time the leadership of Irene Bae and Kim Jongin of Gryffindor! Although I do have to say that Slytherin might have the more advantage this season…
D: Yes yes, Mia–
M: Shout out to my bestie’s house! Head girl Krystal Jung of Slytherin whoo! By the way she bought me this sweater isn’t it lovely–
D: Oh! It is quite lovely. The shade matches your eyes perf–

Jeon passed it to Chiara Kim who then passed to Adrian Lee in the Hawkshead Attacking Formation

M: It’s the arrow formation thing isn’t it? I read it somewhere in a magazine in the girls’ lavatories– like it’s supposed to be unbeatable in the world series but… well– it’s not like our students are anywhere near professional status but–

However Silas Kim from GRYFFINDOR successfully aimed the bludger at Adrian Lee, causing him to drop the quaffle

D: Ouch! That will leave quite the unpleasant mark.
M: Well I’m sure Madam Pomfrey could take care of that so it’s not really that unpleasant– But! Still, that has got to hurt.

Gut Microbe Movements Regulate Host Circadian Rhythms

Even gut microbes have a routine. Like clockwork, they start their day in one part of the intestinal lining, move a few micrometers to the left, maybe the right, and then return to their original position. New research in mice now reveals that the regular timing of these small movements can influence a host animal’s circadian rhythms by exposing gut tissue to different microbes and their metabolites as the day goes by. Disruption of this dance can affect the host.

The research is in Cell. (full open access)
Downtown library invites families to explore their creative sides and draw outside the lines and on the walls
KANSAS CITY, Mo-- Families have the opportunity to tap into their creative side Friday during First Fridays at the Kansas City Public Library. The Central Branch at 10th and Baltimore in downtown Kansas City is opening up gallery space for adults and kids alike to draw whatever they want to on the walls.

Because art starts at the library!

Spinner Name Suggestions 

Now that we have Minerva’s Signature Pokemon line, let’s start hammering out the details! This little one is a Ghost/Steel Pokemon based on Clotho (the Spinner). dryadese and toldentops also provided some data:

In myth, this Pokemon weaves the destiny of each person and Pokemon from nothingness. Once spun, each life’s thread is said to take on its own colors representing the individual. The first form approaches this task unconsciously, like a child at play.

What do you suggest?

Cry Baby Conspiracies - Cry Baby

I wanted to start immediately with the line “They call me Cry Baby, Cry Baby, but I don’t fucking care.” Ever since the video came out, that line never made a lot of sense to me. I mean, her name actually is Cry Baby, right? So why would she be mad? Well, as you know, after the mom calls her a ‘cry baby’ at the beginning, the brother writes it down on the birth certificate. Maybe this is a metaphor. Like her mom started calling her a cry baby, then her brother started calling her a cry baby, maybe kids who knew her found out about it, and then it ended up sticking with people, as if it’s her actual name.

The next theory has to do with the line “Your hearts too big for your body.” As most of you know, Melanie started out doing photography, and you know what she called it? 'Little Body Big Heart Photography.’ I know that’s her Instagram now, but it started out as her photography account. Maybe that line is a nod to when she got started.

Now this one kinda goes along with the first one in a way. You know how in the music video, the toys she has start coming to life and attacking her? Maybe that’s a nod to the bullies that inspired Melanie to write the song. Think about it, there all attacking her, and making her cry. Some might even say they’re 'bullying’ her.

That’s all for this installment of Cry Baby Conspiracies. I’ll be posting these in regular intervals, but not too close together. I’m gonna post them in order of the album, so Dollhouse will be out next. Feel free to share your own theories!



I MUCH prefer drawing directly on the screen, which I can’t do with my macbook. ALSO as you can see my tablet was bugging out bleah,, but that’s because it’s not my art setup it’s my world building set up… but this is generally how headshot sketching goes before I start lining.

I took this video mainly as a way to time how long headshot sketches take me BTW but I’d thought I’d upload anyway

anonymous asked:

Like screw that anon but now I'm actually really curious how you came up with your titles? Cuz now that I think about it I don't get most of them and I'd love to know

 thank you for being polite about it :^)

Phantom Feelings: you know how you think you can feel something that isnt there anymore? that’s what Robbie experienced after Sportsboy hugged him.

Forbidden: Mailbox Sex: okay so this one- when i got the prompt, it was literally just “no one expects the mailbox” but the person who sent it put in the suggestion of some mailbox sex, like a gloryhole (which is where that line came form) and i was like nah, thats gross

Rotten Luck: Robbie just has shitty luck catching Sportsboy under the mistletoe

Pour a Little Sugar on It: it’s a line from the Archies song “Sugar Sugar”, which starts out with Sugar, oh Honey Honey, which i was going to make title, but it was little forward, so i chose a different line, which was more suitable.

Center of the Storm: both literally and metaphorically. Sportsboy he feels like hes in the middle of a storm, that everything around him is a shit show, but everything directly around him is calm and happy. also there’s a blizzard going on outside of Sporty’s bubble.

This Ship in not a Home: This grill is not a home, this is not the stove i know, i would trade it all away, if you’d come back to stay. this kitchens not the same without you, its just a spoon (its just a greasy spoon), without you. (bc sportsboy was thinking about homes and robbie, and it was pretty late and it was all i could think of)

me when literally anything happens:
This is why events unnerve me,
They find it all, a different story,
Notice whom for wheels are turning,
Turn again and turn towards this time,
All she asks, the strength to hold me,
Then again the same old story,
World will travel, oh so quickly,
Travel first and lean towards this time.

Oh, I’ll break them down, no mercy shown,
Heaven knows, it’s got to be this time,
Watching her, these things she said,
The times she cried,
Too frail to wake this time.

Oh I’ll break them down, no mercy shown
Heaven knows, it’s got to be this time,
Avenues all lined with trees,
Picture me and then you start watching,
Watching forever, forever,
Watching love grow, forever,
Letting me know, forever.

one thing i love abt young thug is that he has the power to unite ppl like it doesnt matter what youre doin, if you start one line of a thugger song theres like 50 different ppl comin out the woodwork ready to finish the banger that was whatever song together i fuckin love young thug

you know what’s gotta fucking stop? not including jewish people in your social justice. jewish people are not the oppressors, they are the oppressed. anti-semitism did not end with the holocaust, despite what your us-centric lense might tell you. people are being murdered and attacked for being jewish and if you don’t think that’s reason enough to incorporate them into your activism then you’re probably a huge anti-semite.

sketchbook work - pen, pencil crayon, some leaves stuck on there, and the left side is a developed film photo of me in new york. the white hand is scratched onto the actual photograph, and accompanied with some white-out pen.