breathes north..

anonymous asked:

I thought you were Australian then American then I FINALLY read your description and you're kiwi! Woohoo! Can you recommend any places that must be visited and food that should definitely be our priority when we go to your country?

Yes I am a kiwi birb! I can’t recommend that many places off the top of my head, it depends what you’re after really. Queenstown, Marlborough sounds, anything in the South Island is amazing and will take your breath away.

For the North Island, I find it hard because I lived there for so long so nothing seems that special to me, but Waitomo glow worm caves, Lake Taupo, Hobbiton which is the setting for LOTR, Mt Ruapehu in the winter if that’s when you go, Bay of Islands if you go in the summer. A place that holds special meaning for me is Cape Reinga, where two oceans meet, if you’re lucky enough to be there by yourself with no other tourists around if feels like your standing on the edge of the world, it gives me goosebumps every time. 

I can’t say anything for food either, since we don’t really have a national dish, haha. Proper fish and chips, goodie goodie gumdrops ice cream, any fresh produce or food because it’s honestly the best, I miss it so much since I moved to Australia because everything in Australia is grown in sand and it’s gross. 

And wow, that was no help at all, haha! Sorry anon. 

City of Lights
Julian Koster

Oh, here you are

and you’re all you wished to be

you’re alone and you’re not alone

not alone in this.

So close your eyes

hear the whole world

call your name

and you answer

please don’t go

please don’t go away.

All I know is here

and now

and right away.

Call me here

I will appear like

light of day.

All the words

of the songs

we all will sing

mean the same things

and it’s not goodbye

and it’s not “go away.”

Mom, bye.

Dad, bye.

Call my name,

behold the strength

Of my embrace.

All I sing to

hear my prayer

don’t go away.

All of your life

you’ve been holding on

to just one thing

and it calls you

please don’t go

please don’t go away.

anonymous asked:

Such disrespect to JRR Tolkien. As all fan fiction is disrespectful to the source material and creator.

If I could just pick you up on a couple of points here.

First of all, fanfiction has ALWAYS been. There are ancient poems that have been discovered that are essentially Aias/Achilles fic.  Here is the wikipedia article about the print history of it. It’s interesting to note that in that article it states that in early Star Trek fanfiction women played stronger roles. So writing common characters in well known universes is liberating to those who may not have the representation in media. Imagine that, if you can.

As a theater professional, I’ve seen some woeful production that are more disrespectful to the original than some threads are. People who write characters have the utmost respect for the source and the creator. How could one not admire the person who originally created something that you found resonant?

Second, storytelling is one of the bases of human existence. Language and the performing arts would not exist without it. There is an inherent need in us to tell stories, to listen to stories, to see them, to communicate and collaborate with others. We are blessed with imaginations, a terrible thing to waste. 

Third, you patronizingly lecture me about disrespect and yet you found the time to send me this. You can create a blog for free. On that blog you are welcome to declare your opinions and post whatever you like. 

Lastly, I am passionate about Tolkien’s works and have been probably since you were a wee, unimaginative child. Lord of the Rings changed my life when I was a teen. Since then I’ve read everything I could. So come back to me when you’ve read his more challenging pieces, like the Histories, The Silmarillion, and The Lost Tales. At which point we can discuss how my writing one of his characters in situations that do not show up in his books, notes, or drafts, is disrespectful.

A Gem in a Wolf’s Heart: Pt 2

Originally posted by multipleman

Robb Stark and Lady Stark survive the Red Wedding. Talisa/Jeyne died and Robb gets his sisters back, there is a new and better King in Kings landing. The North is independent and the Starks killed everyone that betrayed them. Now you are the gem of the North, your father a great general that promised Catelyn Stark to marry you to Robb Stark so he is to remain King in the North.


Part One 

(Y/N) = Your Name

(Y/L/N) = Your Last Name 

Warning: Fat boys

Winterfell is beautiful, the way the snow falls in the trees and especially in the Godswood where you felt most at peace. Your bed room chamber was filled with books and candles so you can read at night. 

You decided to unload the rest of your clothes and place them in the drawers in your chamber. You decided to also were a beautiful dark blue dress and wear your hair in a long braid like Lady Stark. 

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unoriginal human au in which the beilschmidt brothers are personal bodyguards for the wealthy vargas brothers, who live with their weird sexy grandfather (he owns several wineries or something idk). for the sake of comedy, feli probably gets kidnapped all the time and ludwig has to rescue him. basically it’s like mario and princess peach switch nationalities.

even more for the sake of comedy, lovino and feliciano aren’t always together and each has to always have a bodyguard. which means either ludwig or gilbert have to endure many insult-filled hours with the combative and irritable lovino.

definite gerita, potential prumano. however if you’re like me, you prefer an aromantic gil and like the relationship lovi has with the vargas family’s dopey and smiley gardener

California

Originally posted by samgirlsclub

Word count: 351

Part 3 of Twins


Sighing, you hung up and looked up. “What?” Your eyes went between the other three, who were all looking at you, expecting answers.

Sam didn’t look happy. “Son?” He asked. “You’re 16, damn it.” His jaw clenched, angry.

You stood up, handing his phone back. “Yeah, son.” You shrugged, shoving your hands in your pockets. “Xander. He’s 6 months old, and is currently with his sorry excuse for a father. Now, if you’ll excuse me… I need to get my son, and… Figure out what we plan to do, and mourn my family.” You went to move around Dean, just to be stopped. “What?” you sighed, looking at him. All you wanted was to be left alone. You’d been told your family wasn’t alive, and in your gut, you knew it was the truth. Did they want you to be all chatty? It was taking a lot out of you not to just throw in the emotional towel.

“Where do you live?” He asked, his eyes on you.

Furrowing your brows, you answered. “California, why?” What did that have to do with anything?

Dean licked his lips. “Sweetheart, we’re in the backwoods in Tennessee.” He told you, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m wondering how they mixed you and Y/T/N up from Cali.” It didn’t make much sense to him.

“Fuck.” You breathed. “I just visited North Carolina University. I got back the morning I was taken. That’s why Zach even has him.” That’s the only thing you could think of. Your parents wanted you to start visiting colleges early, spreading out visits so that you weren’t cramming them in your senior year. “Can I go now?!” You all but pleaded.

“No. We’re gonna bring you.” Sam spoke up, crossing his arms over his chest. “There’s no telling if they realized the mix up, or if they’ll realize it soon. If they do…” He let his voice trail off, knowing you’d figure it out. His eyes were soft, despite the anger he still felt.

Your heart sank. “Xander.” Your eyes watered slightly. The thought made you sick to your stomach.

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Title: What’s In A Name?

Summary: For Blue Team’s “crack played straight” for the @rvbficwars bingo wars! Theta’s interest in South reveals the Dakota twins’ ridiculous first names.

Word Count: 1248

Notes: For @lostlegendaerie and @malcolm-hargrove, featuring quotes pulled directly from big sister south and the freelancer formal, because they contain the single most South Dakota™ lines i have ever seen in my life. Obligatory tag for @capricornfraud, my beloved beta, who is out of town. Consider this me ditching my training wheels!!

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anonymous asked:

Have any of the Southern states raised or looked after other states or territories?

Thanks for the ask!

Yes, many southern states have raised territories in their lifetime. South Carolina raised young North Carolina, and vice Versa. Virginia was in charge of Kentucky, West Virginia and many other baby colonies. Florida was raised alone, but Alabama and Mississippi was raised by Georgia, for a shot period of time. Arkansas was a lone wolf for their young life. North Carolina looked after Tennessee, and both are very close to each other

Texas has raised so many colonies they have lost count of them all. Most of them were Mexico’s, however

States don’t like to talk about the colonies they lost…

You harbor all of your emotions like they’ll destroy you if you let them loose, but I can see you choking on the words you won’t say and the art your hands won’t make. I can feel the fear you avoid like a plague - as if you’d let yourself bleed, everyone would know, and maybe they would leave. Maybe they wouldn’t think your normal. Maybe they wouldn’t think of you the same. Fuck it love. Fuck it all. You’re choking and you’re dying and you’re holding in the way you feel, but they should have known that if they come near enough to you, you would use them to create. They should have known. & you don’t need to apologize. This is who you are. This is how you continue to breathe.
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rae’s stunning town of north -  7900-3285-6095

zexalfangirl  asked:

Ava pinned down North and breath heavily with her fangs appeared. She looks at him with sad bright light purple eyes. (Vampire!Ava)

North shivered, as he pulled out his knife, pusbing off the attacker

Oh wow, you’re tall! (MaineWash AU)

[AO3] [Fic Tag]

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 3457

Summary: David Washington just wants to get through a normal day of work at his friend’s cafe, but of course his verbal filter decides to take a snow day. Of course it does.

Notes: This fic is based off an AU suggested by @carrionkiid​ over here in this post, and I basically just had to write even though I’ve never written an AU before. This also got much longer than I intended it to, but hey!

David Washington hummed along to the tune of his music as he walked to work, wrapped up tight in a thick winter coat. The streets were quiet, the route was familiar, and it was going to be another quiet day at work with the snow this heavy on the ground. He was relaxed; this day was going to be nothing out of the ordinary.

The door to the café opened with the familiar quiet ringing of a bell, and the heated air enveloped him with warmth. He let out quiet sigh, fumbling with his iPod as he walked towards the back. He’d just about managed to get the headphones wrapped around it and the whole tangled mess shoved into his pocket when he nudged the door to the kitchen open, and suddenly felt the weight of multiple pairs of eyes on him.

He paused, looking up slowly. His co-workers were all huddled together, and they were all looking at him. With a sigh Washington’s shoulders slumped, and with a deadpan face he simply said: “What now?”

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