climbing statues

Having grown up in DC, statues of various dead guys on horses are basically background radiation, or they were before I became Hamilton trash and started noticing them again. Now it’s like every time I turn around there’s a Founding Father looking at me like I personally disappointed him, and it’s getting a little unnerving.

Although: as a result, I sort of want to write a magical realism thing where that can really happen. Where if you do something they would have disagreed with strongly enough, the statues climb down off their columns and lumber down Mass Ave to the Russell Building or the Capitol, where they stand on the sidewalk, arms crossed, glaring into the window of whoever’s just introduced legislation that offended them. They don’t speak, or attack anyone, or damage anything– well, they do tend to bump their heads on low-handing streetlights, sometimes, but that doesn’t count. Mostly they just stand there, mournful, accusing, for everyone to see.

Sometimes lawmakers can talk them around, convince them they’re not actually betraying the political ideals of their predecessors. Politicians who are good at this tend to have much, much longer careers than the ones who aren’t. Politicians who piss off the wrong statues seldom get reelected.

George Washington rarely budges, and when he does it’s front-page news, nationwide. Madison’s always been easier to talk around than most. Hamilton spend more time off his plinth than on it, but he cools off fast. Jefferson holds grudges, to the point that hardly anyone worries too much about making him mad. 

It’s not just politicians, either, and they don’t always come to life in anger. Joan of Arc’s bronze horse will shiver to life in Malcolm X Park, sometimes, and carry her off to join protest marches, when she thinks their cause is just. Gandhi walked with Iraq War protestors. The Spirit of American Womanhood, outside Constitution Hall, danced on the day that Roe v. Wade was decided, and when Obergefell vs. Hodge went through, Eleanor Roosevelt taught a clumsy Lindy to Baron von Steuben. 

Lincoln has only risen from his seat once since he was put there in 1922, and that was to nod in solemn approval at LBJ from the White House lawn.

Some cities rarely put up statues, and many have taken theirs down. Paris has a great many artists and writers memorialized, and curiously few politicians. In London, during the Blitz, Nelson shinned down his column to help dig people out of collapsed buildings, until he was broken to pieces himself; he stands atop the column again today, reassembled, but has never moved since. In the last months of the Soviet Union, a desperate Communist Party had the statues of Moscow chained in place. These days, Monument Avenue in Richmond is punctuated with  a long series of empty plinths and bare columns. 

But DC keeps theirs, and keeps building more.

Things Cassandra Cain Has Definitely Done at Some Point

- broke a man’s wrist in three places when he grabbed her butt

- received some Barbies from Dick as a gift and played with them with Steph all day

- learned perfect origami in seven minutes

- climbed onto an elephant statue at a museum for a selfie

- mistook water for vodka and woke up confused in Thailand

- texted only in emojis when she got her first cell phone

- didn’t leave her room for days when she discovered Pokemon

- did the exact opposite for weeks when she found out there was Pokemon Go

- dragged poor Tim into Victoria’s Secret during a shopping trip

- became Alfred The Cat’s favorite person besides Damian

- spent $4,000 of Bruce’s money on superhero bobble heads

- became close with Selina since they were the only girls in the house

- replaced all of Jason’s bullets with mini marshmallows

- snuck up on Damian and made him wet his pants

- convinced Bruce to buy her a pony

- blew up the kitchen when she tried cooking

- managed to confuse even the Joker by taking him down in seconds before he could even say a word

- stole her brother’s clothes until they found her closet full of their stuff

- won Miss Gotham City four years in a row

- accidentally knocked over an entire room’s worth of dominoes

- punched Tim in the face when he beat her at Monopoly

- painted Dick’s nails while he was sleeping

- took Babs, Steph, and Harper on a girl’s night to McDonald’s where they partied the entire evening

- created a collection of Batarangs Bruce lost on patrol

Tim Drake one here

Jason Todd one here

Damian Wayne one here

Dick Grayson one here 

Zodiac Signs as Toxic Friends

Aries: The overly competitive friend.

Taurus: The jealous friend. 

Gemini: The gossiper. 

Cancer: The possessive friend. 

Leo: The drama queen/king. 

Virgo: The negative friend, one who puts you down. 

Libra: The copycat. 

Scorpio: The partner or friend “stealer”. 

Sagittarius: The wild and reckless friend. 

Capricorn: The user, especially to climb up the social status ladder. 

Aquarius: The one-upper or know-it-all. 

Pisces: The easily offended, something is always wrong friend. 

That time of year again — the anniversary of my mother’s death. There’s no real time for reflection, though. It’s all security protocols. Menus. Guest lists. And it’s impossible to slip out at night. I feel like a caged bird.

They’ve already got me memorizing this year’s speech. It’s endless! Would it be so terrible if I just said what I remember about her? That wink she gave me, even as she was scolding me, after I was caught climbing the statue of my grandfather. The sound of her footsteps as she paced at night. The time we shared a cabin on a boat trip to Driscol. Or the time she agreed to let Corvo teach me to fish, but then had to pull a hook from my arm. Now that would be a speech.

—  “The Anniversary” Emily Kaldwin, A Long Day in Dunwall (DH2)
143rd batch of suggested Dramione fanfictions:

Before I Knew by 0bscurum (Rated M)
He needs her name and status to climb his way back up the societal ladder, she needs his money and cunning nature to further her philanthropic ambitions. To get what they want they’ll have to work together. [Dramione. Lots of fluff, a little drama, a dash of angst, and as many fun tropes as I can manage.]

“Face it, Granger,” he said, his tone lower, “you need me.”

Any sympathy she’d just gained for him vanished. “If you think for one—”

“And—” he jumped, and she saw his Adam’s apple bob. “And I… need this.”

Written and recommended by nxrcissamxlfoy
 Post Hogwarts,Forced Co-workers, Redeemed Draco
Type: Multi-chap, WIP
Why should people read it: Read it for a good mix of fluff & drama, and for all of your favorite tropes rolled into one fic. Read it because it has Draco dealing with muggle office supplies, Hermione singing karaoke, Ginny being a general badass, and Harry being the little shit we know and love. Read it for background Lavender x Parvati, Ron x Susan, for Dennis Creevey and Astoria Greengrass getting some screen time. 

anonymous asked:

If Kaiko wants to destroy the Washuu bloodline , doesn't Furuta have the Washuu blood in him ? It seems sketchy? I feel something is up. Matsuri wasn't even a threat to Furuta ? Or was he ? If he can't control V he is nothing technically.

Ahh but they believe Furuta won’t live long, and probably think they have the upper hand in the situation. They might’ve made some kind of deal with him, and for the time-being are just using his adroitness to get shit done for their own agenda.

I doubt Furuta is really working in their favor, though. He wanted to keep his new kagune a secret from them, so he’s most likely banking on their obliviousness for some good ol’ double-crossing later on.

I don’t think Matsuri is a threat to Furuta either, but was standing in the way of V’s plans to wipe out the Washuu clan from their network. He may not have been a threat to Furuta’s ever-climbing status, but more importantly he knows too much. Matsuri actually has the potential to be a massive fucking threat, especially if he managed to escape from that fight with Kaiko.


It’s just us now, okay? We can talk. Hey, uh you remember that day we, uh– we got drunk and, uh, ran around Lincoln Park setting off all the alarms on the Priuses? 
And then we, um– we climbed the Lincoln statue and gave Old Abe some, uh, lipstick with red sharpie.
Yeah yeah.
Yeah, you were, uh, fucking fearless. 

MBTI Stereotypes

ESTJ - a cop or some other nitpicky authority figure
ISTJ - grandpa
ISFJ - mom
ESFJ - catty mean girl &/or obnoxious hostess

ESFP - dumb blond drama queen who feels strongly about animal rights
ISFP - gentle vegetarian or emo rock musician
ESTP - dumb jock or salesperson
ISTP - rebel without a cause on a motorcycle

INFP - cranky poet/artist/bum &/or feel-good armchair philosopher 
ENFP - hippy woman with armpit hair & a big mouth
INFJ - hypocritical yet stubborn activist and/or pretentious hipster/spiritual guru
ENFJ - charming cult leader &/or status-climbing social networker

ENTJ - angry dictator &/or unscrupulous businessman
INTJ - arrogant creep with a chip on his shoulder & nihilistic philosophies
INTP - mad scientist &/or loser who lives in his parent’s basement
ENTP - wannabe comedian

I’m so sorry.

anonymous asked:

ok so the duke of wellington statue in glasgow was erected in 1844, and was just a normal statue for 140 years, until one night some anonymous drunk hero climbed that statue and stuck a construction cone on top of the statue's head. since that fateful night there has been an unspoken rule that the duke of wellington never goes without his cone hat. there's been attempts to take it away, but it always mysteriously gets replaced again. it's iconic, legendary.

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Jabberwock Park:

This looks like a great spot for napping.
Let’s climb some trees.
What a weird statue.

If only there were food stands…
Let’s pick up some trash.
Let’s climb that statue…

Let’s sit down for now.
The scenery is so nice…
Let’s take a walk.


Let’s tan!
Let’s swim!
Let’s make a sand castle!

Let’s run for now.
Let’s take our clothes off.
Let’s do some fishing for now.

Let’s gather some seashells.
Let’s drop some coconuts.
Let’s split some watermelon.


There’s not much to do here…
This is a great place to kill time.
I could get some studying done here.

I guess I should read some comic books…
I guess I should read some technical books.
I should look at some photo books…

Let’s take a nap.
It’s quiet.
Let’s look for treasure.

Movie Theater:

There’s also anime.
Let’s watch some action movies.
A yakuza film, huh…

I think I’ll get a hot dog…
Never mind. Let’s leave.
We need to have popcorn.

I might fall asleep in the middle…
Let’s sit at the very front.
3-D, huh…

Amusement Park:

Let’s ride the carousel.
Let’s go inside the haunted house.
Let’s ride the rollercoaster!

Where’s the mascot?
Let’s climb that castle.
Let the battle begin!

Never mind, let’s go home…
This place looks fun.
This place looks exhausting.

Military Base: 

Where’s the warship?
I wonder if there’s a fighter jet.
Let’s ride the tanks.

I have a bad feeling about this.
This is a little exciting.
Never mind, let’s go somewhere else.

Let’s look for food.
Let’s look for fuel.
Let’s look for weapons.

Kokoronpa/Shot Through The Heart:
waste of time, negation
eliminate anyone who gets in my way, negation
eliminate anyone who gets in my way, affirmation
waste of time, affirmation

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PS1 Soul Reaver Nostalgia
  • Discovering the Human Citadel for the first time
  • Trying to climb the statues in Dumah’s throne room
  • Throwing Raziel back into the Abyss just to see what would happen
  • Platforming in Rahab’s territory
  • Accidentally triggering Ariel’s dialogue
  • Abusing glyph powers and projectiles (especially the Fire Reaver)
  • Trying to keep up with Kain’s teleporting
  • Raziel won’t stop attacking the door
  • Collecting all the weapons and finding all the secrets
  • Getting a Gregorian chant stuck in your head for weeks
  • Learning the most efficient way to complete the block puzzles
  • Experiencing a truly open world for the first time (without loading!)
  • Expanding your vocabulary with quality voice acting
  • Being emotionally invested in polygons

anonymous asked:

also at christmas a drunk guy dressed as santa climbed the statue and the police had to help him down, there's a video of it somewhere