chained to the cross

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In an apparent act of attempted intimidation, someone in New York chained a massive cross to Gay Street in Greenwich Village, the LGBTQ neighborhood, on Good Friday. Over the next few days the cross moved to different locations, always chained up so nobody could move it. 

New Yorkers responded the way they know best: by drinking champagne and painting the cross in rainbow colors.

“To be honest, I’m a Christian, and the cross means, love, peace and hope. And it was clear the owner of this cross did not share those values,” Gay St. resident Micah Latter, whose gate the cross was first chained to, told HuffPost. “Whatever [this person’s] point, [it] was lost in translation. Their actions were pointless and annoying.” […]

On Sunday, Latter and ten neighbors and friends gathered to paint the cross the colors of the LGBTQ rainbow flag. They drank champagne and changed the locks so the original owner can no longer move it ― they’re now calling it “The Love Cross.” […]

”Neighbors and strangers came together on Gay St., all approaching the meaning of the cross with different personal views, yet we all shared the same love and support for the community that we bonded over,” Latter told HuffPost. “For two hours on a Sunday, it was just random strangers, tourists, straight couples, gay couples, kids and neighbors spreading love, painting rainbows on a cross, getting to know our neighbors, and drinking champagne on Gay St. It was a magical NYC evening!”

This city. (via the Huffington Post)

“Blue Flames” - One Shot

Please do not post this anywhere else without my permission. 

Rating: M (Smut) 

Preview: 

You hated going to these functions for Harry sometimes because you didn’t really know how to talk to the rich and famous, much less make a good impression and talk up your boyfriend to these said rich people who were going to make Harry more of a star than he already is. It was much easier earlier on in the relationship to attend to things like this because you knew of three other guys who would be there as a crutch if Harry was off in a serious conversation with a producer or someone who could help him go solo.

           Tonight was so much more different, as Harry was auditioning to land a major movie role and he was extremely excited, but extremely nervous about not getting the part. Knowing that you are HIS crutch made your heart swell a little more, but knowing that you would have to talk to a room full of completely different people, even a completely different scene with no one to fall back on was starting to make the nerves in your stomach race so hard that you felt nauseous. But nevertheless you put on your black dress that fell to the floor in your giant closet that the two of you shared when Harry asked you to move in to his house in LA.

           “Babe?” You heard Harry somewhere in the bedroom, his voice darting a bit forward at the last letter of the word, knowing that he was rounding the corner to the closet. He stood in the doorframe looking down at his hands that were holding two different necklaces, both long; one was gold and the other silver, both holding pendants at the very bottom. The silver pendant adorned his plain silver but slightly larger cross, and the gold chain held one small coin pendant at the bottom and the other chain above it was a small gold cross.

           Harry stuck out his hands that his somewhat more inexpensive pieces dangled from, raising both eyebrows at you. You squinted and your eyes raked over his long and lean torso, a black silk button down (which was almost all the way un-buttoned) was carefully and neatly tucked into the long black and white pinstripe pants over his black and so shiny you could see yourself in them boots. You licked your lips just slightly at the sheer sight of him, and his tongue grazed the inside of his cheek as he rolled his eyes.

           “Don’ have time for that, love,” he grinned his little smirk that made his dimple flash, and you wondered how you weren’t jumping on him right then and there.

           “Shutup. Not like you don’t do it to me,” you crossed your arms and glared at him, shifting all your weight to one hip. He immediately saw your body change and his eyes flew down to your chest that was pushed up by your arms just enough. You rolled your eyes this time, and poked two fingers hard into his shoulder.

           “This one,” you pointed to the silver cross and helped him get it over his head quickly, as he has seemed to freeze momentarily.

           “Thanks. Kiss,” his lips puckered out and you looked at him for a moment and paused, his lips starting to turn into a frown when you leaned forward quickly and pecked at them, his smile was triumphant.

           “You ready, love?” He asked, shrugging on his very tailored black velour jacket that fell at his hips, nudging his long hair from in-between his shirt and the jacket to fall out easily, adjusting the collar and his hair, again.

           “Mmm, just let me get my coat,” you said to him and turned to the white pea-coat hanging on the rack that you hung carefully as if not to spill or even breathe on it before his big night. Just then the moment hit you hard, you knew that it was extra important and wondered how you even agreed to this. It might have been the way Harry was standing in the doorframe looking hot as hell, or it might have been the way he ate you out as a plea and a bribe so feverishly just last night that you thought you went to actual heaven because of all the white and the stars (twice); either way, you were nervous and he was, too.

           “Harry,” you said just barely audible, tears prickling at your eyes.

Harry turned to face you and saw your body frame slumped, almost eaten by the pea coat around your arms and your lips were pouting as to say please, don’t make me do this. He strode over to you and in one simple step of his long legs and he was holding you tightly by the waist with one strong arm, the other swiping his padded thumb over your cheek. You felt his breath linger over your forehead as he kissed the temple, and then dipped his eyes to look at you, searching your face momentarily.

“I won’ leave your side, promise,” he grabbed your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours and tugged slightly, his eyes never left yours as you gave up in defeat and nodded, following him out of the house.  

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Work in progress: Captain Hollow Silver x White coord

I want to make some custom shorts and a fancy silver x white buttcape to go with this at some point. The Jacket was originally missing the arm band and half the side chains, so I made those too!

Alice and the Pirates: Jacket, boots, armor ring
Angelic Pretty: Melty moon bag
Baby the Stars Shine Bright: Scepter
Handmade by Me: Hat, (part of) melty moon necklace, jacket side chains and arm band
Kawaiicore: Moon necklace pendant
Mossmarchen: Cross necklace
R-Series: Blouse

anonymous asked:

“Those things you said yesterday… Did you mean them?” - Renee and Allison ?? Xx

It’s one of those lazy mornings that makes Allison feel like she’s leaning on the pause button in the middle of a joke. Like the laugh track will blare back to life as soon as she leaves her room.

It’s the three of them, sleepily threading through their morning routine like a sewing needle lost in thick fabric. It’s easy to feel like she’s caught in that web when Dan and Renee are there blinking placidly and putting their hot, comforting hands on her bare shoulder. They’re so bright and they ask so much of her without even saying anything.

She’s grateful for them, but she feels like a disruption in their frequency sometimes, when they’re positive and blinding and overcoming, and Allison is not. She’s partway through her story, and sometimes she thinks she’s been that way since birth. Sometimes she thinks she’ll die before she reaches the meat of her own story.

And then there’s this thing with Renee. Like the very best days of your best friendship, replayed and replayed and replayed.

Renee folds her lean legs onto the couch beneath her and puts one hand in her own feathery hair, damaged from bleach and flushed with colour. Allison feels her own lip jut. She wants to put her hands where that cross is a protective arm slung over her neck. Her stomach twists up in the sort of brutal and beautiful bow that Renee’s clever hands would tie.

Renee turns and smiles at her, and Allison feels an ocean of feeling swallow around her heart. She was stupid to toss it at the surface and expect it to be light enough to float.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Renee says, sipping from her pebble grey mug and smiling with the corners of her eyes and her upturned nose.

“I was just thinking about practice being cancelled. I bet Kev and Neil aren’t having as much fun as we are.”

Renee hums and looks at the far wall like she can see them through it. “I’m sure they’re coping.”

“Imagine wanting to sweat for three hours more than you want to sleep,” Allison says, disgusted. “They’re freaks.”

“I can think of a few ways I’d want to sweat for three hours,” Dan announces, wandering over from the kitchen and grinning.

“Two dollars in the Matt jar,” Allison says immediately. “Freak,” she adds as an afterthought.

Dan topples into the arm chair sideways, legs flung over the arm. “I didn’t actually mention his name, damn. Maybe you should put two dollars in the Matt jar.”

“Only if I start fucking him,” she replies, just on the right side of nasty. She likes to throw the most violent way she can say something out into the room and wait for anger or laughter. It almost doesn’t make a difference which one she gets.

“Please don’t,” Renee says airily, and Allison looks at her sideways.

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FIRST PAINT OF THIS CHAIN- A SAD GOTHY~~

NEXT IS CROSS WOO!!!!!!!!

ye gothy there doesnt look like he likes his power

PAINTS COMING NEXT

Cross paint

Naturetale sans paint


Estimated time taken: 5 hours 30 mins


@nekophy

My dear fellow,“ said Sherlock Holmes as we sat on either side of the fire in his lodgings at Baker Street, "life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent. We would not dare to conceive the things which are really mere commonplaces of existence. If we could fly out of that window hand in hand, hover over this great city, gently remove the roofs, and peep in at the queer things which are going on, the strange coincidences, the plannings, the cross-purposes, the wonderful chains of events, working through generations, and leading to the most outré results, it would make all fiction with its conventionalities and foreseen conclusions most stale and unprofitable.
— 

The FIRST paragraph of A Case of Identity 

Run Away- Bucky x Reader

Authors Notes: Prep for the angst and Fluff y’all! lol

Prompt: @melconnor2007 I was wondering if you could do one where Bucky and the reader been dating, but nat refuses to believe he loves here and makes a move on Bucky, the reader sees, but runs away before she sees Bucky pushing nat off, the reader then leaves the tower with a note for Bucky telling him, but Bucky using his skills tracks her down, with lots of fluff at the end where he explains and tell reader how much he loves her, if that makes any sense at all, lol,

 Notes/Warnings: assumed cheating, angst, fluff, kissing

Originally posted by pxggycxrters

 Your life was bliss. Well, as blissful as it could be while being an Avenger. Bucky had been with the team just a year longer than you and from the day you arrived the two of you had hit it off. Just a few months ago Steve locked the two of you in the gym until it came out that you both had feelings for each other and the decision to be official was sealed with the kiss of your life. Since then you and Bucky were practically inseparable. Everyone at the compound agreed that the two of you belonged together.

 Everyone except Nat. She was good at hiding it, keeping her feelings in check is part of her skill set, but she just didn’t think you were right for him. She thought she should be in your shoes, in his arms. She was your friend though, or at least friend enough. She lied to you and told you how happy she was for you. She told you how perfect the two of you were together just to frown when your back was turned.

 Today she was over it, though. It had been four months of dating between you and you made cupcakes and he brought you flowers. It made her sick. She had a plan and was set to execute it as soon as the opportunity presented itself, and she had that planned, too.

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Wait a second. What if Ronaldo’s theory about rock people putting “mind controlling minerals” into human water supplies has some truth to it? Is it something the gems did when they first invaded to keep humans from trying to interfere with their plans?

Is that why the humans in the show have so little interest in all the gem structures lying around everywhere? You think they’d be crawling with archaeologists and tourists, but they’re always empty and abandoned. The strawberry battlefield, the communication tower, the lunar sea spire, the kindergarten, Pink Diamond’s palanquin, etc… all of them were places Buddy Budwick was able to visit safely and record in his journal. Is he really the only human who ever tried to explore those places? Why? What happened to the human race’s curiosity of the unknown?

Also why the heck isn’t the Crystal Gems Temple a bigger draw for tourism in Beach City? It’s this monumental building carved into the side of a cliff, and I doubt there’s anything else like it nearby. Yeah, the gems wouldn’t want humans climbing around on it and taking pictures, but why hasn’t anyone ever tried? Are we supposed to believe that no one besides Greg ever tried to cross that dinky chain link fence?

And let’s not forget all the corrupted gems running around. They’re all over the world, and some of them must have had run ins with humans before the CGs caught them. What happened in those instances? We’ve seen that humans can fight corrupted gems and win (i.e. Connie, Sadie, the Pizza Family helping the CGs). So how often do humans have to fight gem monsters if the CGs aren’t there yet?

So I guess all of my questions here boil down to this; why are the humans so complacent about all the weird gem stuff around them? Is it natural for them or is there really a mind control conspiracy? It just seems weird that more people aren’t that concerned about all the danger and weirdness that keeps happening.

Finally finished this! *lies sobbing on the floor* Darn, hundreds of hours spent feeling like an utter failure was not a fun experience XD, but I have completed it and am very happy through my tears at this moment.


My feeble attempt at paying tribute to Hetalia Greece, Laurels are long considered a national symbol of Greece, so I’ve drawn the blue escutcheon and the surrounding leaves as an acknowledgement to the coat of arms. The Orthodox cross and the broken chains are a nod towards Greece’s traditional and national identity(e.g. Greek liberation), while the design on the edge of the cloak are ones typical to Orthodox garb(priest).


As usual, my artistic skills can only reach for shabby demonstrations, but hopefully I have not made too much of a mess of it all.

Graceful Breathing

‘Your breathing should flow gracefully, like a river, like a watersnake crossing the water, and not like a chain of rugged mountains or the gallop of a horse. To master our breath is to be in control of our bodies and minds. Each time we find ourselves dispersed and find it difficult to gain control of ourselves by different means, the method of watching the breath should always be used.’

- Thich Nhat Hanh, The Miracle of Mindfulness: An Introduction to the Practice of Meditation.

Couple Items

Originally posted by korean-hip-hop

Couple Items

When your boyfriend suggested you two get a few couple items you thought it was cute. He had a tendency of buying you a lot of jewelry and you’d just make him return it. His taste was just a little over the top and too expensive. You were hoping that shopping together would mean you could hit up a few local shops and get a matching phone charm, or cute couples shirts. But of course, Joon Kyung wasn’t that simple. When he said he wanted to shop in Gangnam, it should have been your red flag that he wanted something over the top.

“Yah, Oppa please put that down that’s expensive.” you pouted. He’d dragged you all around the city going from Versace boutiques to Armani stores and buying all of these outfits and bags that you just know you’re not going to wear.

Joon Kyung held up the gold chain, inspecting it with the jeweler. “But you wanted matching things. Let’s get a whole outfit.”

“I meant something cute and meaningful-That chain cost more than my car.” you crossed your arms over your chest.

He grinned looking over “We can fix that too. Matching couple cars? I could get you one in rose gold?”

“No”

“But you love Rose Gold, it’ll match your phone”

You sighed holding his hand. “Please, I don’t even wear chains. And don’t even think about buying me a car.”

He smiled pecking your lips. “I’m probably still going to buy you a car.”

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Your Move

The nine times Simon and Baz prank each other and the one time they don’t

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

March 25

Baz

I hear Snow before my eyes have even opened, his steps across the creaking floor too loud for the tranquility of the morning.  I don’t move, listening to the water run, to the soft sound of him brushing his teeth, and the familiar pang returns to my stomach.  If only I could keep this moment of perfect softness and live in it, never moving forward from it.  Just pure, quiet, contented bliss.

           But the pang reminds me that I have to get up, have to move from this spot, have to face another day of his hatred, of my family’s expectations.  That I can’t lie here and listen to him brush his teeth forever.  It’s the reason that the pang exists at all.

           I stretch under the covers as far as I can, my legs hanging off the end of the bed by at least a foot, my wrist banging the wall behind my head.  I turn over to glance blearily at the nightstand, my wand, the time on my clock…

           Hang on.

           My eyes dart back to the wand, because it sure looks shinier than usual.

           It takes my vision a few hard blinks to focus, but once I can see clearly my jaw drops open indignantly.  

           There’s a cross on my wand.

           More specifically, there’s a silver chain, sporting an all-too-familiar silver cross pendant, wrapped around my wand.

           I sit up and drop my feet to the floor, leaning closer for a better look.  Not only has Snow tangled my wand in his necklace, but he has gone far enough to secure it with tiny pieces of tape.

           Next to his little display sits a card, the kind people attach to gift bags.  Inside are two words.  Your move.

           I grind my teeth as he shuts the water off. I can’t tell if he’s made a stupid move or a clever one.  Snow makes vampire jokes all the time, like he’s trying to see if I’ll give myself away, but I didn’t think he was this serious about the theory.  

           Because if I’m not a vampire, this trick will only mildly inconvenience me.  If I am a vampire, I won’t be able to remove my wand from his necklace without burning myself.

           Either way, he’s about to have a very pissed-off roommate on his hands.

           When Snow emerges from the bathroom he leans against the doorframe and watches me, making no effort to be stealthy about this particular prank.

           I raise an eyebrow at him.  “Really?”

           “What’s the big deal?” he shrugs with a sly tilt of his head.  “It’s not like it’ll burn you, right?”

           I want to hold his gaze and show him I know exactly what he’s doing, but I can’t.  Not if I value what little secrecy I still hold over him.

           So I turn my face away from him and pick up my wand with a lightly trembling hand.  I don’t hesitate before peeling away each scrap of tape, and I bite the inside of my lip to keep from flinching as the silver bites into my skin, leaving stings all over my fingers.  They won’t turn into scars, but they will burn until I can feed again.

           “I believe this is yours,” I say as the chain drops to the table, my wand free once again.

           “Toss it here.”

           I should drain him dry right here and now.

           But instead I take the cross fully in my hand, the shape searing into my palm, and toss it like it’s a ball or a key or anything that doesn’t burn.  I hold his gaze as he catches it easily.

           “You’ll have to do better than that,” I growl as he leaves without another word.