"Within an hour, I had gone from anguish at the thought of losing him in Scotland, to a strong desire to bed him in the herbaceous borders, and from that to a pronounced urge to hit him on the head with an oar. Now I was back to tenderness.“
My sweet crazy baby Saeyoung <3 I honestly honestly didn’t think I’d want to play this guy’s route. Even more so than Yoosung. However he was my Solas from DA:I in MM. This crazy knowledgable, powerful and horribly broken dark horse that comes to claim your heart out of nowhere <3
Also I am not super tech savvy. I am not a hacker. I am not any sort of programmer. Please just remember that and read ahead with a pinch of salt I guess :)
#HappyBersDay2016 September 18th! Happy birthday to f(x)’s main rapper and also one of the most beautiful girls in the entire world! The stuff you’ve done and gone through this past year has been so big in volume and we’re all so proud of you for always standing your ground. Please never stop doing what you love, because your work and your voice helps so many people out there. Without you, it would honestly be very hard for me and many others to go on, so just know, we’re always here for you. Have a wonderful birthday and I hope we keep hearing from you far, far into the future! All my love, #HappyAmberDay
I’ll catch Susan smiling at me for no reason. This has happened more than once. We’ll be
watching TV, just the two of us, like always. Then I’ll notice with the corner of my eye
that she’s got her eyes at me, not at the TV. Head turned ninety degrees my way, a
frozen smile on her face I can only barely make out in my peripheral vision. Something
unnatural about it.
And then I turn to look and she’s got her eyes on the TV again. I asked her about it the
first time, she denied it. I was afraid I’d sound crazy if I pushed it, so I never asked again.
I’ll catch Susan smiling at me for no reason. This has happened more than once. We’ll be watching TV, just the two of us, like always. Then I’ll notice with the corner of my eye that she’s got her eyes at me, not at the TV. Head turned ninety degrees my way, a frozen smile on her face I can only barely make out in my peripheral vision. Something unnatural about it.
And then I turn to look and she’s got her eyes on the TV again. I asked her about it the first time, she denied it. I was afraid I’d sound crazy if I pushed it, so I never asked again.
Minecraft Full Building Tutorial: Starter House II
description: another lovely starter house for you to set up quickly early on in game. This build uses little materials and takes very little time! It’s enough space for storage, crafting, and whatever else you need while traveling long distances, or starting up a new world. This one is larger than the first starter house in the catalog. all photo credit: tutorialscubed
quick // moderate difficulty // few & common resources // 13x13 2 story // unfurnished // top floor outdoor porch and glass sun roof, spiral staircase
—- this list simply shows the minimum required supplies for this project. It could be spot on, or a little extra for rounding purposes- point is, don’t take it too seriously. If you get this base number of supplies you should be good to follow through this tutorial, if you’re the kind of survivalist that likes to get their hard-earned materials together before starting a project instead of being forced to run about and retrieve the missing components during a build, then i have you covered. Be creative! This is all merely a guideline —-
Essentials: [not accurate yet]
100 spruce wood planks
50 glass panes
50 glass blocks
stone brick stairs
stone brick slabs
birch wood planks
stone brick slabs
buckets of water
T U T O R I A L
1. start by laying down logs in a 13x13 pattern inner swirl up. Build the corners up by 2 blocks making them pillars of 3 blocks in total. Then, jump two blocks, and build another 3 block-high pillar by placing two more. jump two blocks, build 2 up, jump two blocks, and build two up until you have a bordered foundation that resembles the picture below. Place windows in place of the jumped blocks. Make sure to leave a 2 block by 2 block space for the door. In this particular building, it is 4 blocks in from the left side of it’s front face (which could be any face as they are all equal).
2. Lay down logs over the tops of the windows and all the already placed logs (those 3-tall pillars). For the doorway, simply run the log line over it’s arch, and place two more logs inner swirl up beneath them to create a 2x2 space.
3. lay down stone brick stairs upside down in a place one, jump two pattern along the entire top border of logs. Make sure the corners have one on either side directly adjacent to it, you can start with the corners if that makes it easier!
4. fill the gap between the upside down stairs with stone slabs , wrapping them around the corners.
5. fill in the top border with birch wood planks, creating the first level’s ceiling, and the floor of the second level.
6. Now you will create the border and foundation for the porch / look out sort of thing on the second floor. stack spruce logs directly on top of the line of spruce logs beneath it. line one entire side, then hook around and create a doorway. Stack an extra log on top of every third block to create the same pattern as the first floor. If you’re unsure about how to create your own structure like this, refer to the picture below. :)
7. stack the 2-block tall pillars with 2 more blocks, making them a total of 4 blocks tall.
8. we will now prepare to make the stairs! from the right of the doorway on the top level when facing it, mine away a corner space for the stairs. If you’re unsure on what size to make it, refer to the picture!
9. Go down to the lower level and face where you’d like the entrance of your stairs to be. Lay down 2 birch wood slabs extending left off the second window on the right face of the house. Mine away the floor blocks 3 deep and 2 wide, and lay down birch wood planks as flooring.
10. Go to the first level and face the hole we just mined in the corner. Replace the floor with birch wood planks to the length of two windows to the second pane in from the corner to the right and out to either one pane of the second window or the second pane of the second window to the left. lay down two slabs extending horizontally from the sides of wall in stacking ways to create a stair structure. Build the first set of them against the wall and create a platform, then turn the staircase against the adjacent wall to connect to the ceiling or top floor. If you want you can mine away another oak wood plank that goes up tot he second floor and replace it with two more slabs to make it look better and flow easier. it also adds another step.
–If you want to hide that ugly space under it, make it bigger! and add a door for storage with chests, or you can decorate with potted plants, hanging vines, or bamboo with water behind it!–
11. Going back to the work upstairs, fill in the spaces between the logs with windows just exactly like you did downstairs.
12. top the windows and the space between the pillars with logs like the firs time as well, then begin the birch wood plank ceiling, but don’t close it- just allow it to border the logs like in the picture below. 13. place stone slabs over the border that has logs and birch planks. 14. lay stone brick blocks down on top of the exposed birch planks.
15. if you’d like, you can fill the space between the stone bricks with glass to create a daylight roof. Otherwise fill or finish like any other roof.
16. add or remove windows, beds, doors, borders, paintings, storage, torches, furniture and crafting things to complete it. Here’s some basic things i did to mine!
NIGERIA, MALAM FATORI : People from the Nigerian town of Malam Fatori an
its area, close to the borders with Niger and Chad, flee Islamist Boko
Haram attacks to take shelter in the Niger’s town of Bosso secure by
Niger and Chad armies, on May 25, 2015. Boko Haram, which wants to
create a hardline Islamic state in northeast Nigeria, has been pushed
out of captured towns and territory since February by Nigerian troops
with assistance from Niger, Chad and Cameroon. AFP PHOTO / ISSOUF SANOGO
I’ve been a Pagan for more than 20 years and one of things that I am asked about the most is: where is the proof? Of course an easy answer is how does any religion/belief/ faith prove itself? But when you follow a path that is on the fringe, and when you live in an age when empirical, solid proof is necessary saying something like ’ Well, I just know’, or trying to come across all mysterious with stuff like ’ All will be revealed’ just comes over as a bit lame.
One of the worst things to happen to Paganism is that it’s been hijacked by Hollywood, and turned into a fashion accessory by Metal fans who think wearing a black T-shirt with a pentagram on it, whilst hiding out in their bedroom hating the world makes them a Wiccan. Our faith and practices have become largely represented by Harry Potter, and those outside of the Pagan world view our ancient traditions as a passing fad led by wannabe Lord of the Rings fanatsists (not that I have anything against Lord of the Rings or Metal Music); but it’s tiring to have the image of Paganism dominated by Gandalf, Hermione or, even worse, a depressed Goth with a Vampire fetish.
But back to my question, but I guess I need to ask what is witchcraft? Is it Harry Potter with the whole abracadabra, is it being able to do magic like Merlin with lots of arcane rituals and alechemical symbols , is it just being wise/learned and seeing a wee bit more than others? i’m going off topic again but just bare with me……
I moved to the Carpathian Mountains, home of depressed Vampires, 9 years ago from the Hebrides in Scotland with an idea to start farming. Land was just far too expensive in the islands so my girlfriend, who came from these mountains, and I bought an old farm with a few acres, bought some sheep, a few chickens, planted a vegetable garden and settled in. Our neighbours were locals, good people, simple and kind, and in the main hard core Catholics…..with a twist. By the end of the first summer we’d made friends and gotten to know some of the folks quite well. They were accepting of me as a foreigner but amazed at how redundant my knowledge of Nature was (despite the fact that I’d been living on a croft for years); my knowledge of the land was mechanical: plant potatoes like this, prune fruit trees like that….but I was not wise. I didn’t understand how Nature worked.
This became obvious when it came to mushroom season (September - November). I knew the best mushrooms came when it was reasonably warm, wet and early in the day. So, the conditions being right, I set off one morning and headed into the forests that bordered my property. Two hours in I had nothing except a few old Parasol mushrooms that were on their last legs. I was just about to give up when a neighbour passed me in his truck on the way to get wood. He saw my empty basket and diplomatically asked me if I was having any luck. When I shook my basket at him he smiled and told me that in a week there’d be a full moon and I should try then. True enough, a week later the full moon brought more muchrooms than I had ever seen, it was a veritable Tsunami.
I told my girlfriend and her reply, after seven years here, has become like an anthem ever since: ‘Yeah, well, they know this stuff’.
The next day I ordered a pile of books from Amazon determined to 'know this stuff’ as well. In short the books were useless, written by city folks from their community gardens, or that guy I mentioned earlier in the black pentagram T-shirt. Dumping the books I decided to learn from the experts and visited the neighbour I’d met in the forest. In an mixture or poor English, German, Slovak and Russian I asked him to teach me everything he knew….he reaction was confusion. I don’t know anything, he said. Sure you do, I replied, what about the mushrooms and the full moon? But everyone knows that, he replied, before changing the subject to beer and whether we should drink some. His reaction was similar, I imagine, to someone in London being asked how to buy a bus ticket.
So, what has this got to do with proving Witchcraft? Well, I said for a long time that Witchcraft should be something we can prove…we follow the ritual, incant the phrases, mix the correct cocktail of herbs etc and Bob’s your uncle……but, if I’m honest Bob seldom appears in a satisfactorily uncle way. The results can often be a bit did-it-or-didn’t-it-work? A kind of 'Well Johnny did get the girl so my love spell must have worked’ thing, despite the fact that Johnny’s acne cleared up and he’s spent the last six months at the gym. I’ve often been left a bit unsure, was it my doing or something else?
However, and here is the point of this post, this all changed rather dramatically for me 2 years ago.
My son who was 3 at the time and all hail and hearty, developed an allergy out of nowhere. At first we thought it was a cold as his nose was running, but it never materialised beyond that. His nose ran, but nothing else. And it continued: a week, two weeks, a month and eventually we took him to a doctor.She pronounced the obvious, he has a runny nose, and gave him antibiotics and within two days he was fine. We stopped the medication and it started again. After two months the doctor just shrugged and said It is what it is, keep him on the medication…..indefinitely.
Obviously there was no way I was leaving my son on antibiotics for ever so we started looking around for an alternative.A few months past and we eventually heard about a Witch/Healer in Hungary and decided to try our luck.
We traveled down to a small village on the Danube, a picture perfect settlement with thatched roofs, stalks nesting on the chimney tops and a population of elderly people, the young having left for the city. Our Doctor, as he liked to be called, was a beautiful older man in his late 60’s with a neat, trimmed goatey beard and wild Einstein hair. He was immaculately dressed in a shirt and tie, and looked a little like an urbane philiosophy teacher who should be strolling the streets of Budapest or Vienna. He led us into his garden with the clear instructions that he didn’t want us to mention anything about what ailed my son.
His garden was vast, filled with fruit trees, herb beds, and flower borders that we overflowing with colour. He sat my girlfriend and I beneath a huge pear tree, gave us water to drink, and then took my son by the hand and led him off down the garden. As far as I could see the Doctor spent most of the time trying to catch crickets with my son, he never once examined him or laid a finger on him. After about 15 minutes he returned with my son and sat down.
My son was still on antibiotics, so showed no symptoms of his allergy, but the old man was not fooled. He described in detail how my sons allergy affected him, told us the allergy stemmed from pollution in the atmosphere. He pulled two white balls about the size of an M & M from his shirt pocket, as he has never left our sight since we arrived I can only assume he put them there before we arrived, and told us stop giving our son chemical medicine (I don’t know how he knew he was on medication unless my son told him) and then popped the two pills in my sons mouth who munched on them as happily as if he had actually just been given two M & M’s.
When we asked him what was in the medicine he politely refused to tell us, only that it was his own and we shouldn’t worry. He then stood up indicating that it was time for us to leave, consultation over. He refused to accept payment, he said he never charged to see children, and asked us to call him in 6 weeks and let him know how our son was.
Without exaggeration my sons allergy evaporated since the moment he took the M & M’s.
Proof, surely, in magic, in the power of alternative processes.
As my son was three years old I doubt the cure was psychosomatic, I doubt the pills were placebo’s and I doubt, after nearly 8 months, that the antibiotics suddenly, and coincidentally, cured him.
No, this Doctor was a true Witch, a true healer in the most un-Harry-Potter-like fashion. A true Pagan, if being Pagan means being closer to the land, closer to the Source, closer to the wisdom of the ancients.
So, if proof of Witchcraft is needed it sits quietly in a small Hungarian village tucked along the banks of the Danube with no flags flying or banners waving. No Pentagrams, no expensively bought Book of Secrets on the shelf, no Hollywood inspired dragon posters, and no quotes from Tolkien in poorly made driftwood frames.
I’d be interested to know if anyone reading this has had similar, tangible, evidence of magic….if so get in touch. Or even if your opinion of the tone, ways, methods, expressions of Paganism are different to mine I’d be interested to know.
Garden Burnet Salad Burnet A perennially growing herb, garden burnet has slender stems that emerge from a basal rosette of leaves that are divided like pinnate and grows up to a height of 10 inches to 30 inches. This herb produces gray-green leaflets that are jagged and oval shaped. The plant bears pale green to yellowish green flowers growing in clusters from May to July. The female flowers have overhanging red hued stigmas on the upper part and these red stigmas impart a reddish glow to the herb. On the other hand, the male flowers of garden burnet have wilting stamens on their lower part.
The plant garden burnet belongs to the Rosaceae family and is indigenous to the western, central and southern regions of Europe, southwest Western Asia as well as the northwest regions of Africa. Currently, this herb has been naturalized almost throughout North America. Sanguisorba minor is a perennially growing herbaceous (herb-like) plant that is usually found growing in arid verdant meadows and generally on limestone soils. This plant has the aptitude to endure drought and grows throughout the year.
Hi! Can you recomend me some NC 17/Explicit SanSan fics? I think I've gone through almost all of Archive of Our Own site... I do love the ones they're on the Red Keep, or run away from the Red Keep. Thank you!!!
This is list 1 of 2. We’ll release the next one next week. Have fun and remember, warnings apply.
“Hayes, we can’t do this” You whispered as you gave your cam to Hayes “I’m with Nash and you know that”
“But that does’t mean you love him” He replied softly, grabbing your arm and turning you around “But I’ve seen the way you look at me. They way your are light up every time I complement you”
“But that doesn’t make it all right” You pulled your arm out of his grasp.
“Can you forget about Nash for a moment, please?” He asked as he grabbed your waist, pulling your bodies together “And focus on what you feel for me?”
“You can’t ask me to do that, Hayes” You pushed his chest away, walking a few steps back “I don’t wanna break his heart like that”
“He doesn’t have to know” Hayes said as he moved closer again “We both know you belong with me, Y/N. And doing what you are doing is not going to stop it, it’s just going to delay it”
“Hayes, you have to understand that I’m with Nash, and I would never do anything to hurt him” You replied getting exhausted about this discussion “His happiness comes first for me, even if it means not having my own true happiness”
“Just a kiss, Y/N” He whispered pulling you by the waist again, but this time you didn’t stop him “That’s all I’m asking for”
You were about to reply when your thoughts were interrupted by the touch of his lips against yours. You wanted to fight it, but you knew you couldn’t. You had feelings for Hayes and you couldn’t ignore them. Ignoring them would just make them gro even more.
You moved your hands to his next and his hands made there way to your lower back. You felt the tip of his tongue asking for entrance which you gave hesitating at first. His tongue explored every inch of your mouth, leaving you wanting more. You moved your tongue against him, making goosebumps appear all over you. He moved his hand to your thighs, making you jump. Now that you had your legs wrapped around his waist, he walked to his bed, sitting at the border, leaving both of you in a sitting position. You moved your mouth from his lips, across his jaw line, to his neck.
“Oh, God” Hayes grunted closing his eyes, throwing his head back in ecstasy. You took this moment to suck his neck harder causing a load groan to leave his mouth.
You moved your lips back to his, connecting them once again. His kisses were addictive, you couldn’t get enough of them.
That’s when your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a door.
“Hey, Hayes I want-” Nash started talking but stopped when he saw you two. You immediately jumped from Hayes lap, trying to fix your hair.
“Nash, babe” You whispered walking to him but he soon walked back “I’m sorry”
“About what exactly?” He asked as his eyes filled with tears “The fact that you cheated on me or that I caught you?”
“Nash, you don’t understand” You said as tears run down your face.
“You are right. I don’t” He replied giving you a look that expressed all his hurt “And I don’t want to understand”
“I just want to forget that I ever met you” He whispered as he moved his eyes from you to Hayes “And I want to forget that we are related”
Nash grabbed the handle of the door, closing the door as tears ran down his face.
“I’m so sorry, Y/N” Hayes whispered as he wrapped his arms around you “It shouldn’t have made a move on you”
“It’s my fault to” You replied cleaning the tears from his face “I shouldn’t have kissed you back”
“And I shouldn’t have dated him knowing that I was in love with you"
I just really really like writing Han as a Dad, apparently. Because he’s be a damn good one. Also, sleep paralysis headcanons. Also, When Leia Isn’t Home headcanons (don’t think of the meme, Phil). And good news! I kicked writer’s block in the butt and am hopefully back in action - er, sort of.
His first instinct is to breathe, harsh and ragged and
gasping, and ease his painfully tight grip on the bedsheets under him.
His second instinct, following swiftly after the first, is
to reach out blindly to the other side of the bed, desperate for her reassuring
warmth. His fingers scrabble against cold sheets as he rolls over, his heart
still hammering frantically in his chest, and he remembers that she won’t be
back until late in the afternoon, that she’s been gone for the past two days
but she’s safe and fine and it’s just a simple diplomatic mission and the world
isn’t ending tomorrow and no, he’s not alone and helpless, she is coming back.
His third instinct is to swear. Loudly.
Or, perhaps not as loudly as he might have once done. It’s
more of a groan, slipping out as he lets the tension in his neck ease and drops
his face into the pillow, hunching his shoulders and willing his stiff frame to
relax, and –
He’s almost forty-four, damn it all, and he’s not frozen up
like that in his sleep in what feels like years
– not since before the kids, since some semblance of certainty and constancy entered his life and took root
there – and it’s stupid, stupid stupid stupid,
to let those old demons sneak up and swallow him like he’s not ready to take
them straight on and kick them back to hell where they belong.
Besides; if he swore any louder than he did, the kids
might’ve woken up.