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Fanfiction - Stealing Tomorrow (Chapter 7)

Just one more chapter to go! <3

Chapter 7 – Find Me

Edinburgh, Present day

Claire placidly munched her cereals – a bit soggy for her taste – as she inspected the cover of The Scottish Sun, frowning in concentration. The evocative headline occupied almost half of the front page, with a photo illustrating their cover story – “Murrayfield Hero ready to go home!”. The image – certainly captured by one of the first reporters at the scene – showed Jamie wearing his full firefighter gear, walking out of what seemed like the dooryard from Hell, carrying one of his men – probably unconscious - on the shoulder. The article promised more details and juicy revelations on page four (“From Broch Mordha to Edinburgh’s hottest”), page five (“Other legends on the Fire Department”) and page six (“The heartbreaking testimonies of Fraser’s braveness”).

“One would think that almost turning into crisped bacon was the fastest route to stardom.” She snorted to herself, taking a sip of rich and dark coffee. “I bet they are scavenging the Highlands for gossips about Edinburgh’s new sweetheart.”

The last couple of weeks had seen an increasing interest on Jamie’s persona by the media – the well-liked Station Officer with an irreprehensible career, respected both by men under him and by the ones in charge behind a desk; the lone wolf, by all reports divorced years ago, that refused all approaches from desirable women and seemed to wear an irremovable chastity belt; the loving son, who accompanied his crippled father until his death two years ago; the hunk,  spotted working out without his shirt on, delighting all women in the headquarters’ neighbourhood.  

Claire tried to avoid every conversation that contained even the slightest mention of Jamie – a considerable feat, since even the nurses continuously buzzed about how handsome and well-mannered he was.

After his shattering revelations – which had thrown Claire into a new spell of insomnia, which she used to get her charts up to speed – their conversations had consisted mainly of monosyllables and medical exchanges. She would check his drains; he would ask about a prevision to start physical therapy on his hand. She looked for signs of infection on his surgical wounds; he told her his pain was a four on a scale of one to ten. She compressed her lips, trying to avoid screaming at him; he said nothing, accepting her radioactive silence with the hopeless patience of a convict sentenced to imprisonment for the rest of his days.

Claire knew he was trying to give her time to process their conversation, before touching the subject again. His Fraser stubbornness, usually despairing, was serving him well in that instance.

Knowing his reasons had changed the starting point of their fallout – but not the outcome. He had tried to protect her and give her the life she was meant to live – and in that harrowing attempt, had failed to comprehend that, without him, every achievement felt void of its meaning. Jamie had used lies as a gift – and the unwrapping had broken both their hearts. Where once stood sadness and incomprehension, now rested anger and betrayal, pumping from her with every heartbeat, crushing her vessels with their intensity.

But the most unbearable pain, the one that kept her awake at night, was the undeniable desire to forget it all – to take him in her arms and cradle him against her repairing heart. To kiss him and feel him melting against her – to bite his lip and taste his blood, knowing it pulsed with her name. To hear him whisper his secrets and the truth in them.

“Bloody man.” She whispered, her fingers reluctantly caressing his picture. “What am I going to do with you?”

****

“Thank ye for taking me.” He repeated for what was probably the tenth time. “The lads were supposed to get me but they’re shorthanded as it is in the department.”

“No problem.” She replied shortly, driving through Edinburgh’s streets, immersed in the evanescent light of dusk. Claire had offered to take him home after his discharge from the hospital, using the employee entrance to avoid the questions and flashes of journalists. “At least this way I know you won’t do anything stupid with your hand, until you’re actually inside the house.”

“Hm.” He snorted with mirth, looking at his still- bandaged hand. “I’m just glad I’ll be sleeping in my own bed, without anyone waking me to ask if my bowels moved already or spooked by the beeping sounds of the wee machines.”

“Which way now?” Claire asked, softly tapping the steering wheel with her fingers, as they achieved a deserted crossroad.

“Left.” Jamie gave her a renitent half-smile. “Ye’ll keen the way from here, I suppose.”

“Yes.” Claire breathed out, a tight knot forming inside her throat. “I believe I do.”

The building of their old apartment was visible down the street, looking exactly as she remembered it – the earthy tones of the façade vivid, that used to remind her of the soil of her flowers, fertile and homely. Propelled by the sight, memories came rushing back, as if they had been expecting to be summoned just in the corners of her conscience, brutal as needles in the back of her eyes.

“I received half of the money when the apartment was sold.” She blurted incredulous, blinking furiously in the half-light. “The man who bought it was someone named Angus MacKenzie.”

“He is a friend.” Jamie said softly. “He sold it back to me as soon as the deal was done.”

“Why would you want to live in this place?” Claire asked nervously, brushing back some of her curls, which had been falling over her face. “After everything that happened?”

“You were still here.” He whispered in a hoarse voice. “In a sense. The mattress of our bed had the shape of your body carved. There was the wee spot on the kitchen’s wall, were tomato sauce spilled, because we were too busy making love on the floor. The curtains ye chose, because ye never had such a house before, and a true home needed proper curtains.” Jamie looked at her, his eyes soft. “This house is everything I had left of ye, Claire. I couldna leave it.”

“You should have burnt it.” Claire hissed, fighting back the surge of emotions that made her vulnerable to his words.

I don’t want you anymore.

I loved you well.

She parked the car in silence and helped him getting out, prescinding of the assertive tenderness she usually applied to every wounded creature. They slowly climbed up the stairs – the elevator being broken again – until the third floor, the former residence of a happy newlywed couple.

Jamie opened the door with his keys – he still used the same keychain, Claire noticed, of a leaping stag shaped in silver. She had offered it to him, on their first Christmas together.

“I need to use the bathroom.” He smiled shyly. “I’ll be right back, aye?” And without waiting for her agreement, he rapidly strode out of her sight, as if to avoid that she used the opportunity to say her final goodbyes.

The living room was almost precisely the same – photographs taken more than ten years apart would only show small changes, like a different elegant cream-coloured rug and a new lamp by the corner. Everything else seemed to have been caught in the webs of time, as an insect amid flight trapped by a predatory spider.

Claire’s eyes travelled across the tomes on the bookcase – where some new volumes had been added to Jamie’s impressive collection, sleeping next to their photographs – and her eyes were attracted by a drawer’s open crack. Feeling ashamed, but somewhat entitled, she slid it open until the full compartment was exposed.

With her hands shaking, she grabbed the magazine on top of the pile – an old issue of The American Journal of Medicine. She recognized it instantly – she also had a copy of that same issue, stored in one of her boxes since the move. Abandoning any attempt at discretion, she surveyed the contents of the drawer.

Jamie seemed to have found every publication where her name came up – from obscure magazines where her name had been cited after another dozen; to the most reputed surgical journals, with her articles and findings front and centre. It must have been a constant and tiresome job, keeping up with her career, for someone not even in the medical field.

How many hours had he laid there, only their ghosts for company, the consolation of her success a bittersweet drug to numb the pain?

All those days between what they had been and what they were now, forever lost – no regret or anger would win them the right of a replay. But perhaps they still had the chance of stealing tomorrow; of reclaiming the piece of themselves left behind, placing their stones and pillars to build a new sacred place, a new life.

“In my darkest moments, it helped.” She listened his deep voice say from where he stood by the door, his eyes secluded. “Knowing that what I did had some meaning. I celebrated each one of yer victories from afar, as I couldna be kissing ye as I wished.”

“It was your choice.” Claire replied, forcibly closing the drawer.

“Aye.” Jamie said, his shoulders slumped in defeat. “I told ye – I dinna regret what I did. But I do regret every tear you shed and every unhappiness I may have caused ye. That I regret…most terribly.”

“If I hadn’t come back and found you by accident…” She said, her arms hugging her body in defence. “Would you ever tell me the truth?”

He tilted his head, his auburn hair coming alive with the slight reflection of the white glow outside. Jamie walked until he was closer to her - able to touch her in an instant, if it wasn’t for the barrier they had both fought so hard to erect.

“There was a time when I thought it a blessing to know what ye were thinking at all times.” He licked his lips and closed his eyes, his long lashes shielding bottomless blue. “My glass faced lass. Now I only see yer pain and yer hate - and it kills me. I’d rather be dead than to see ye so. No – I wouldna say a thing. I wished to let ye live yer life and, hopefully, forget me.”

“How could I forget you?” She whispered. “And how can I forgive you?”

“I’m prepared to wait as long as it takes, Claire.” Jamie swallowed hard. “And if it canna be in this life, I shall pray for a chance to meet ye again in the next - and find yer forgiveness there.”

“I don’t know how to start.” Claire brushed her forehead with her fingers, breathing fast. “I don’t know what to say to you.”

“Tell me how I’ve hurt ye.” Jamie slowly touched her hand. “Speak to me about what has been broken. I am still the man ye loved – and what ye dinna ken about me now, you can learn in time.”

“And if I don’t want to?” She said slowly, tilting her chin to avoid his scorching gaze.

“Then know I shall love ye forever.” Jamie brushed her knuckles with the fingers of his sane hand. “Ye are my home, mo nighean donn.”

“This home is lost, Jamie.” She sobbed, the pressure of his fingers making her flesh tingle. How many times had they stood there, him whispering his love, her believing it with all her heart?

They were bathed almost in complete darkness – night had fallen outside and the scarce light that came from the lamppost by the window dipped them in shadows. Jamie swished, as if he was about to fall on his knees – but his hand came up then and he touched her cheek, insecure and tentative.

“But it can be found again.” He softly kissed her forehead, real against the absence of light surrounding them. “Find me, Claire. Find us.”

welcome-to-the-human-race  asked:

Did y'all see the new preview?? I know we're being Sterek baited but i'm just too happy to care honestly. In light of this, can I please get some Stiles as an FBI agent fics??? Stiles wearing that FBI suit had my head reeling. Thank you guys so much for being active all this time btw!!

ha yeah thats teen wolf for you lmao

Department Six by DiscontentedWinter (1/1 | 4,103 | G)

Or, five times Stiles and Danny’s colleagues had no idea what was going on. And one time they did.

Untitled Sterek White Collar AU by raimykeller (1/1 | 543 | G)

Stiles is an FBI agent in the white collar crimes division. Derek is a white collar criminal who becomes Agent Stiliniski’s consultant in order to get out of prison. Shenanigans are bound to ensue.

Stalling CIA Agent GrumpyFace by SuchASeeweedBrain (1/1 | 1,059 | NR)

Stiles and Derek are tasked by Allison to keep CIA agent Jennifer Blake busy. So they do what they are both very good at. Annoy people.

The Start of Our Forever by Cobrilee (1/1 | 20,546 | NC17)

Stiles is ready to get out of Beacon Hills and start his new life, free of the supernatural. A random discovery in an antique store in Denver proves you can never leave it all behind… and encourages him to find it again. What ensues is four and a half years of pining, self-discovery, personal growth, a whole hell of a lot of love, and a realization that nightmares can still become fairy tales (happily-ever-afters included).

Smoke is Just the Air Remembering Fire by alisvolatpropiis (2/2 | 4,173 | NC17)

Derek has cried three times in his adult life: when his sister died, when the alpha pack used him to kill Boyd, and when Stiles Stilinski broke his heart.

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anonymous asked:

My coworkers (especially my managers) seem to forget that I have only been working here for two years and have only been the department supervisor for about six month (my first year and half was in customer service) and this is my first retail job. I'm still getting a grasp on how things happen and what is what on the floor. So when I screw up or take a while give me a break. I'm still new to this and learning.

AT YOUR SERVICE {part 1}

Everyone stood in wait as Kim Seokjin walked into the room. There were rumors flying that the CEO of the company had fallen ill and was now going to retire or even worse that he had died. You had been working with CEO Bang for the past couple of years and saw him as a fatherly figure in your life. Heading the financial department, your day was spent talking to him about various ventures the company could undergo and he had alluded to the idea of you getting a slight promotion in the future. Now as the rumors circulated the room, you saw that dream promotion slip through your fingers and shook your head sadly, hoping that CEO Bang would come walking through the doors with his happy go licky attitude. As you watched Seokjin make his way in front of the hoards of people, he seemed to scan the crowd with a determined eye.

Kim Seokjin was the assistant to CEO Bang and one of the hardest workers you had ever met. The two of you had only interacted on a few occasions, but Jin was nothing but nice to you as you would stumble into CEO Bang’s office, your files flooding throughout your hands. Kim Seokjin was a smart guy, but was known for being a little conceded. He was handsome, and he sure as hell knew it. Nevertheless, he did his job well and seemed to keep the company in order.

He looked over the heads of the crowd and made eye contact with you before giving you a slight nod. You looked around your spot and then pointed at your chest. He nodded quickly and gestured for you to move up to the front of the room. You scrunched your eyebrows as you weaved your way through the crowded room to the front with Jin.

Hello, Y/N. He said in a kind tone to which you gave him a little nod. Uhm, I’m sorry I will be doing this in front of everyone. He murmured and you shot him a look of confusion before he clapped his hands. You stood there, rigidly, next to him as he smiled politely at everyone. I’ve heard the rumors about CEO Bang and his health. He started and you felt your heart begin to pound. And I’m sorry to admit that all of these rumors are true. You see, CEO Bang fell ill a few years back and has been working diligently to cover it up. His treatments had recently gotten so hard on his body that he is now seceding power of the company. The roar of whispers burst into the room as Jin made this announcement, he nodded and held up a hand to try and quiet everyone.

Who is going to take over?! Is it you? Someone shouted out and Jin shook his head with a small smile.

Well if you would let me speak, I would answer all your concerns. He murmured, the girl who had shouted now stood with her face as red as an apple, and then Jin gave you a small glance. You felt your hands sweat and worried that you knew what was about to be said. The successor that CEO Bang has named is Y/N, she is currently the Director of Finances, but Bang has slowly been working with her to become the CEO. He wasn’t expecting to leave for another year or so, so this is all news to her, but no worries, myself and the other department leaders will be working alongside her to help with this transition. You listened to the words, but your head was spinning. You wondered if everyone could tell that you had no idea this was coming. It felt like every eye in the company had shifted to look at you as you tried to stand still and not fidget uncomfortably.

You felt like everyone was silently judging you, looking you up and down as you stood there in your pencil skirt and heels. Jin concluded the meeting and led you out of the room and up to the executive’s floor. You had been here many times to help CEO Bang with his budgets and work alongside him through many projects, but you had never felt so strange going up until now. Without CEO Bang, this entire floor just seemed empty and uninviting, it had lost its joyful atmosphere and you could still feel the eyes and whispers as you walked by. Various assistants and interns congregated at desks and watched you walk past.

I heard that’s his replacement. They murmured to one another and you felt the hairs on your next stand up straight. Jin opened the office door to the CEO and ushered you inside. You let out a breath as you walked into the room, everything looked the same, the pictures on the wall, the large windows, the way the desk was slightly tilted. You looked at everything, then let yourself collapse onto one of the chairs. Jin laughed quietly as he looked at you.

I’m sorry I had to do that on such short notice, you were gone yesterday when CEO Bang wanted to have a meeting with you and he had to go into emergency treatment today. You listened and nodded.

Yea, it was a little … sudden. You murmured and wiped your hands nervously on the front of your skirt. Jin sat across from you and smiled sadly.

I know it’s a lot to take in, but don’t worry, you have me and the guys to lean on. He replied and you nodded, then tilted your head.

What guys? You asked. You had only worked with CEO Bang and Jin before, so this mention of guys seemed a bit strange.

Oh the department heads, there are six of them and they will all be working with you every step of the way. Jin said as you nodded. Then a small knock came from the other side of the office door. That must be them! He exclaimed and clapped his hands together, standing up. As Jin opened the door, a wave of chaos seemed to ensue, a group of men walked in, all suit clad and clamoring on about various business expenditures. They bowed slightly to Jin and then you stood up, all of them stopped and the silence that followed was awkward. You gave a small smile.

Hello, I’m … You started and a guy walked in front of the guys.

Y/N. We know. He said. His eyes were enticing, his face was like a sculpture, and you could feel your cheeks blush as he looked you up and down. Then with a smile of his own, he bowed a little and stood back up to look you in the eye. The name’s Park Jimin, at your service.

Author’s Note: This is dedicated to @yoongihowareyousohandsome and @dancedanieladance-blog because I like to fuck with their bias lists. 

anonymous asked:

The gears in the trailer are actually making me kinda nervous cause? We saw the missing record in the music department, we ended the chapter next to a ton of dolls, and now gears? What's next, a room full of poisonous ink? Meeting Joey or finding a sequel to his book??? ?????

It’s unlikely there’ll be a sequel to The Illusion of Living, considering it’s kind of an expy of The Illusion of Life or The Animator’s Survival Kit, very real textbooks rather than novels.  As for the room of ink, though, I figure we’ve already seen that.  Bendy himself chased us away from it. :P

I do think that we’re being led through departments linked to the six representative images, though – in chapter 2, there were various framed images of the same music note that called for the record, and like you pointed out, there was a missing record on the Music Department board.  In addition, at the end of the chapter, we seem to have entered the merchandising department, as signalled by the plush toys and the framed image of the plush Bendy.  I figure we’ll be seeing the intended subject represented by the gear, too – probably whichever department was in charge of keeping things running in the studio (and perhaps in the Ink Machine itself).

What’s curious to me is that we’ve only actually seen one animator’s office, and that’s Henry’s… and it could hardly be called an office, tucked away in a hallway right next to a staircase.  We might assume the various locked doors in Chapter 1 were the other animators’ offices, but that makes Henry’s office stand out all the more due to its positioning.

I’m concerned about Susie and Alice.  Part of me suspects that as soon as we get an answer for what happened to her (or both of them), we’ll have our leading theory for what on Earth these toons are, on top of the humans-turned-ink-monsters one we already have.  Maybe it’ll support that theory.  Maybe it’ll blast it out of the water.  (My money’s on the former, but I’m hoping for the latter.)

anonymous asked:

what are your favorite ryden fics?

 !!!!!!! thank u for asking! Instead of just giving *my* favorites, I’ll give you a rec list!!!!! also sorry this took so long i did it all on mobile (aw yeah html skillz)

Rachel’s Ryden Reclist

feat. nothing but bottom!Brendon 

1. THROAM- (513,000 words) (Rated: M) The 70’s fic where Ryan, one of the most distinguished musicians of his generation, falls in love with a roadie he meets on their 1974 summer tour. A twisted, dark and passionate relationship evolves, covering the span of several years, filled with lust, hurt and love.

🌔 And did you know I haven’t actually read it? But what’s a bottom!Brendon reclist with no THROAM, amirite?? 

2. Filthy Lucre - (326,460 words) (Rated: M) (WIP)  “AU. Ryan Ross is living the American wet dream. He’s rich, he’s good looking, he’s paid just to turn up at parties and he spends his days doing drugs and climbing into bed with eager and willing boys and girls. Brendon Urie is a man bordering on desperation – whoring himself out to wealthy men in an attempt to support himself and his best friend’s worsening drug habit. When his job ensnares him in the glamorous world of the rich and the infamous, it’s not long before their paths cross and Ryan starts living his dark fantasies though Brendon – but only for a price. See tags for triggers.” 

 🌔 Actually my favorite fic!!!! Like….c’mon……PROSTITUTE AU’S. Warnings for non-con and drug use, however. 

3. Business/Pleasure - (7,000 words) (Rated: M) "Ryan looked up through the window of his private office to see Brendon’s desk was still empty. He pulled back the sleeve of his suit to check his watch – it was exactly three minutes to nine and if Brendon was even one second late then he was going to pay the consequences.Brendon - the boy Ryan couldn’t get out of his head, whom he spent many a lonely hour fantasizing about despite how incompetent he was at his job and how much the kid kind of… well, irritated him.“

🌔 Workplace D/s smut yeeeeeeeee 

4. Inhuman - (12,000 words) (Rated: M) - Ryan Ross is a vampire who has betrayed his own kind. He has settled down and lives with a human servant, who satisfies all of his needs. Ryan’s choice of life infuriates his former clan, who are about to take revenge on him for his questionable attachment to a mere mortal.

🌔 It’s pretty good, although in stories with supernatural elements, I like to see more world-building. But, uh, Bren is a tiny twink who falls in love with vampire Ryan, what’s not to love 

5. Remember the C-Shot - (6,000 words) (Rated: M) Brendon occasionally participates in porn movies for the money. In his biggest production yet, Brendon’s co-actor is Ryan Ross. Ladies and gentlemen, that is the entire plot. 

🌔 Porn with feelings!!!! Did you know…..that I’ve never read a bad pornstar au. Did. You. Know. 

6. Posing in a Ballroom - (136,000 words) (Rated: M) They have it all: money, fame and a strong foothold in the New York scene of the young and the beautiful. But past the exterior, they are struggling to survive and keep their secrets to themselves as lines between lovers, friends and enemies begin to blur together.

🌔 OK…..so maybe I like this fic because it has Brencer in it…fuckin sue me, it’s still a great fic. NEVER ENOUGH PLAYBOY RYAN. NEVER NEVER NEVER.

7. Miguel Sanchez’s Grand Slam of Love - (56,000 words) (Rated: M) Ryan Ross, the world’s number one tennis player, 8-time Grand Slam winner whose only true love is tennis, loses to an upcoming talent. What’s worse is that the kid just keeps smiling at him, trying to be Ryan’s new best friend, when all Ryan wants to do is punch him in his rather beautifully shaped face. 

🌔 OK so another fic that I haven’t read but I’ve heard great things about from people who’s fic opinions I trust??? Go out! Go read!

8. Property of Ryan Ross - (2,500 words) (Rated: M) You know that video where Bden says he would like to do “nasty, nasty things” to the audience and Ryro is not happy? Well… “This - is mine,” Ryan punctuated the word with one last twist, making Brendon writhe against the headboard again, arching his neck. “My property, and I’ll do what I want with it. Understand?”
Disclaimer: Didn’t happen (yeah, right…)

🌔 ;) ;) ;)

9. You Got a Crew? I Got a Crew Too - (24,000 words) (Rated: PG-13) AU. Every June, in the world of Las Vegas hair care, it’s all about one thing: the Annual Services Survey. Can struggling hairdresser Brendon Urie and his coworkers finally win over rival salon Cobra Starship? Shenanigans ensue as they battle it out, all while Brendon struggles to keep his eye on the prize—and away from that cute but prickly reporter.

🌔 ANY FIC THAT HAS BOTH COBRA STARSHIP AND RYDEN IN IT IS A GOOD FIC OK. 

10. Oh Doctor, Doctor - (17,000 words) (Rated: M) It was just that on his first day in the oncology department of the hospital six years ago, he’d been introduced to Dr Ryan Ross, Head Surgeon, and fallen stupidly and irrevocably in love with him, and that, apparently, was that. (A hospital AU.)

🌔 Fun fact: this was the first panic fic I ever read. 

11. In Case the Scene Gets Nasty - (90,000 words) (Rated: M) Better to take the long way home than not to arrive at all. 

🌔 High school AU!!!!!!! HIGH!!! SCHOOL!!!!!! AU!!!!!

Other good rec lists!!!!! 

🍆 Alex spencerslegos’

🍆 Bryia heymooon’s  (look how organized it is!!!!!!!!!) 

See what I don’t get is his CONSTANT repetition of the word revolutionary.

Who gives a flying flap if the book I’m reading is “revolutionary”. Do you know what I noticed about every book they called “revolutionary” in my department during my six years in English academia? They were about 80% (or higher) total pretentious nonsense that even my fellow “informed” students and I didn’t care for. 

The world, meanwhile, is going absolutely insane, stability is an oft hoped for and difficult to achieve reality, and the last thing I want is to bust my brain over a “revolutionary book”. 

What I WANT to do is set my brain alight with books that make me think, with books that challenge my perceptions, and surprise me, and bring me joy. Books that encourage me to hope. Romance writers aren’t slackers - they bring the goods. I have PAGES of notes on the allusions in the last novel I read, alone. 

A book doesn’t have to be “revolutionary” to be worthy of consideration - to be worthy of being treated as literature and addressed in intelligent and even academic ways. 

I did my whole MA on romances - I’ve presented two years running at a national conference in the romance category. I have never been so inspired to write, and think, and analyze by a work of classic literature - except maybe Jane Eyre which, hey, is also a romance novel for all intents and purposes. 

Also, his entire argument is predicated upon the the belief that WE think the books we’re reading are trashy. The fact that we don’t pretty much  renders his argument invalid. 

(And if you’re creeping on this, fella, you can respond if you want, but this is all the word count I’m giving you. I’ve gone toe to toe with so many of you people that these days I have a certain about of time to give you, and that’s your lot. Toodles.)

On this day in history, the 19th of May 1536, the execution of Anne Boleyn, Queen of England .

The following contemporary account of Queen Anne Boleyn’s execution is by Edward Hall, Member of Parliament, sergeant of the City of London and judge in the Sheriff’s court, whose Chronicle of England was first published in 1542. Hall died in 1547, but his Chronicle was reprinted by Grafton in 1548 and 1550 and is now considered one of the more reliable accounts of the reign of King Henry VIII:

“ On May Day were a solemn jousts kept at Greenwich, and suddenly from the jousts the king departed having not above six persons with him, and came in the evening from Greenwich to his place at Westminster. Of this sudden departing many men mused, but most chiefly the queen, who the next day was apprehended and brought from Greenwich to the Tower of London, where after she was arraigned of high treason, and condemned. Also at the same time was likewise apprehended, the lord Rochford brother to the said Queen, and Henry Norris, Mark Smeaton, William Brereton, and Sir Francis Weston, all of the king’s privy chamber. All these were likewise committed to the Tower and after arraigned and condemned of high treason. And all the gentlemen were beheaded on the scaffold at the Tower hill. But the Queen was with a sword beheaded within the Tower. And these following were the words that she spoke the day of her death which was the 19th day of May, 1536:

” Good Christian people, I am come hither to die, for according to the law, and by the law I am judged to die, and therefore I will speak nothing against it. I am come hither to accuse no man, nor to speak any thing of that, whereof I am accused and condemned to die, but I pray God save the king and send him long to reign over you, for a gentler nor a more merciful prince was there never; and to me was he ever a good, a gentle and sovereign lord. And if any person will meddle of my cause, I require them to judge the best. And thus I take my leave of the world and of you all, and I heartily desire you all to pray for me. O Lord, have mercy on me, to God I commend my soul. “

And then she knelt down saying, "To Christ I commend my soul, Jesu receive my soul” diverse times, till that her head was stricken off with the sword. And on the Ascension Day following, the king wore white for mourning.“

Pictured: Anne Boleyn’s execution by Jan Luyken, c.1664-1712

Umbrella

@cinnaatheart I did a thing…


Originally posted by illyria-and-her-pet

The video goes viral in a matter of hours. Everyone’s seen it, even Peter (and while he’s embarrassed, he’s also impressed, but figures it’ll all die down in a day (week) or two, and then he won’t have to worry about it again). After all, it’s not actually him, just someone who looks a lot like him. When Darcy sees it, she laughs so hard that she has to go find clean pants. And then she has an idea.

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At first it looks like Peter’s right. Everyone has a laugh, he gets a bit of ribbing, but it’s all in good fun, no one gets mean about it, and well, people have short attention spans and even shorter memories. Right?

Wrong.

Somehow, every television in both complex and tower start playing the clip on repeat. It plays over and over and over and over. It takes the tech department six hours to stop it.

The next morning when everyone gets into work, they turn their computers on to discover that they have a new screensaver. It’s funny at first - everyone has a laugh - but when people start trying to change it back, or just turn it off, it doesn’t work. The most anyone manages is delaying it for about five minutes. Peter is mortified.

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Eventually the tech department fixes the screensaver ‘problem’. Sort of. They manage to get the delay options turned back on - although only to a maximum of one hour - but they can’t change the actual screensaver itself. People learn to live with it, either by turning their monitors off when they aren’t around, or making sure the mouse moves regularly.

Darcy just plays the song on her phone and dances around in front of him every time she sees him.

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(It’s a month before he realises that she’s actually doing the moves from the video. He wonders if there’s a word for the next level of embarrassment up from mortified.) He avoids her as much as possible.

It’s quiet for a few days, and Peter thinks that maybe he’s off the hook now. Peter soon learns that maybe he shouldn’t think, because one day it rains and that damn video clip starts playing again. It’s not continuous this time, but it does play intermittently and unexpectedly until the rain stops. Also, the screensaver changes while the rain falls…

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…and everyone discovers that their umbrellas have been swapped out for Spiderman themed ones. Toddler sized Spiderman umbrellas.

Then the t-shirts appear. It actually takes Peter a while to catch on to this one. There are four different versions - red, white, black and blue. There’s a simple umbrella silhouette on the front, and a spiderweb on the back.

Most people just grin at him once he’s realised the symbolism. Darcy cackles every time she sees him, Natasha just winks at him, (and next time he sees her there’s a Black Widow hourglass on each sleeve as well.) Steve and Bucky both insist that they just liked the design, and ‘why, is something wrong?’


that’s all for now, feel free to continue if anyoe wants!

Artsy Pines Family Headcanons

- As an undergrad, Ford minored in Scientific Illustration, that’s why his drawings and sketches are so detailed and professional.

- Mabel’s involved in so many Art-Themed Clubs at school; she frequently paints, colors, draws, photographs, sculpts, and of course, knits.

- Once in high school, Dipper will probably join the AV club to develop his video editing skills.

- While he was in a mental institution, Stan did some art therapy. Although he claimed it didn’t help, years later he still found himself doodling on his notes for the portal whenever he got too frustrated or sad to continue.

- At Backupsmore, Ford had no interest in music until one of the professors of that department spotted his six-fingered hands and practically begged him to take lessons. Ford became quite good and enjoyed it, and though he still prefers the sciences, he liked how playing piano made him feel proud of the advantage his extra finger gave him.

- Dipper’s already a total band geek. Remember him playing the tuba in that one Gravity Falls short? ‘Cause I do.

- To keep in stock of sugary treats and Dreamboy High DVDs, Mabel eventually makes an Etsy; Caticatures and designer sweaters are a huge hit with her customers.

- In addition to boxing, Stan stumbled upon a dance class and secretly started taking lessons (no I did not just see Billy Elliot the Musical and yes it was FANTASTIC). It actually improved his footwork in the ring, and when people asked how he got so swift and fluid, Stan would just laugh and shrug because no way anyone else would approve of a boy going to dance class in those days especially not his conservative 'manly man’ father.

- Waddles is a wonderful model and fashion icon of the pig world.

- Soos’ mad DJ and music mixing skills. That is all.

- Wendy learns how to knit from Mabel and uses this activity to de-stress at home (she’s not that good yet but Manly Dan and her brothers happily wear all the sloppy homemade hats she makes anyhow).

There’s been a lot of cool posts about the Pines family + artistic talent going around lately and so I’ll just leave this here…

[Ask RPedia] Using Commas?

Anonymous asked: This is an incredibly dumb question, but I’m tired of racking my brain until I’m afraid to post, could you possibly write a brief explanation on commas? High school had successfully ingrained in my mind that commas are a sin, along with the word ‘said’. To this very day I hesitate on whether a comma is needed, and it severely hinders my ability to enjoy rping. 

I am a genuine sinner when it comes to commas. I use commas everywhere. I use commas in my sleep. I’m pretty sure, if God were watching, he’d ask, “What the fuck is with that kid and his commas??? I didn’t make you like this?!?” He did not make me like this, I just came out that way. Originally the issue is a lot of kids do run-on sentences with them so killing commas saved lives. An entire 3 page paper with no periods and 300 commas? That was a thing. If you use commas right though, ain’t no harm to them.

This and “said”, is not a sin. “Said” was considered, for the brief period in which we all went to school, some kind of darkness because REPETITION IS HORRIBLE, but it turns out our brains completely zap it out of our consciousness. Jumps right over it. The bigger stumbling block is coming up with a ton of new ways to say “said”, which can sound fucking stupid, and totally makes conversations glitchy to read. Use “said”, it is a good word. It’s an honest word. It’s a word that works like background noises, sometimes the sound of the fan drives someone nuts, but usually we all just ignore it instead. Someone who doesn’t like fan noises ever existing and wanted to eradicate them eternally, however, yelled about “said” and fucked up an entire generation with a fear they don’t need.

So, let’s, go, bitch, about, commas, under, the, read, more, shall, we?

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S I X  O F  C R O W S   →   RÖED FETLA

Traitor, witch, abomination. All those words came to him, but others crowded in, too: beautiful, charmed one. R ö e d  f e t l a, he’d called her, little red bird, for the color of her Grisha Order. The color she loved.

thegigidancer-blog  asked:

The reason that Dylan's family had more to pay was because he was a minor right? Do you know why Robyn didn't get arrested exactly but Mark (I hope I got that right) got arrested even though she got three guns?

Correct, because Dylan was a minor, his parents paid a whole lot more than the Harris’.

“The investigation revealed that a friend, Robyn Anderson, accompanied Harris and Klebold to a gun show in late 1998 since she was of legal age to buy a firearm.  At the gun show, 18-year-old Anderson purchased two shotguns and one rifle for the two killers.  Those same guns were later used in the Columbine killings.    

  Anderson denies any prior knowledge of their plans.  No law, state or federal, prohibits the purchase of a long gun (rifle) from a private individual (non-licensed dealer). Because of this, Anderson could not be charged with any crime.  If Anderson had purchased the guns from a federally licensed dealer, it would have been considered a “straw purchase” and considered illegal under federal law to make the purchase for Harris and Klebold.  

  The State of Colorado has a specific statute prohibiting anyone from providing or permitting a juvenile (under 18) to possess a handgun. Mark Manes sold his Intratec, model TEC-9, 9mm pistol to Klebold for $500.  He also purchased two boxes (100 rounds) of 9mm ammunition for Eric Harris the night of April 19.  Manes was charged with one count of unlawfully providing or permitting a juvenile to possess a handgun. Manes was also charged with one count of possession of a dangerous or illegal weapon because he had gone shooting with Klebold and Harris in March 1999 and had shot one of their sawed off shotguns.    

  Manes entered a plea of guilty to the charges and, on Nov. 12, 1999, was sent to the Colorado Department of Corrections for six years on the first charge and three years on the second charge, to be served concurrently.  

  Phillip Duran, who worked with Harris and Klebold at a local Pizza establishment, allegedly introduced them to Manes and allegedly was involved in the brokering of the TEC-9 for Harris and Klebold.  He was charged with unlawfully providing or permitting a juvenile to possess a handgun as well as a charge of possession of a dangerous or illegal weapon.  He was also charged with contributing to the delinquency of a minor.  Duran’s trial is scheduled for June of 2000.  If Duran is convicted of all three counts, he could be sentenced up to 12 years to the Colorado Department of Corrections.  

Both Manes and Duran deny any knowledge of Harris and Klebold’s plans. “

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Tell Me No More Lies by TroubleIWant

Derek had sworn to serve the revolution against Queen Katherine knowing full well that the cost of such treason could be dear. He’d thought he was ready to sacrifice anything for freedom… But he wasn’t counting on the sacrifice being his marriage to Stiles.

An Unpredictable Amount of Turtles by skoosiepants

Stiles says, “I have a five year plan. A five year plan to popularity that will tank the minute I meet this guy.”

“I feel like you’re exaggerating,” Scott says, but Scott has a katana-wielding badass waiting for him at the other end of the rainbow, and Stiles has terrariums.

Or—

A soulmate au with turtles and angst.

Consequences Be Damned by MellytheHun

Prompt: “YOU DID /WHAT/?”

Bloody Palms and Red Eyes by rlnerdgirl

Having asked Deaton for advice after losing his alpha power, Derek finds himself approaching a palm reader, of all things, who goes by the name of Stiles and isn’t anything like what Derek is expecting.

Fold In Gently by thepsychicclam

Derek is going to kill Cora. He’s going to kill her numerous times. One death is not enough punishment for what she’s making him do.

Cora’s making Derek take baking classes.

This Space Is For You by matildajones

Derek is a lonely, angry man, living in the middle of nowhere.

Department Six by DiscontentedWinter

Or, five times Stiles and Danny’s colleagues had no idea what was going on. And one time they did.

  • glee season one: sue sylvester tries to shut down the glee club into order to secure more funding for the cheerleading squad, showcasing how the american education system values athletics over arts and doesn't properly fund either department
  • glee season six: sue sylvester locks kurt and blaine in a makeshift elevator after chasing them with a jigsaw-inspired puppet and then pumps chemicals into the room to make them horny and refuses to let them out until they kiss
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All Parks and Recreation Episodes: 1X01 - Pilot.

‘Well, I’ve worked at the Parks Department for six years, and I’ve handled a lot of things that I’m proud of. Recently, I led a city-wide drive to disinfect the sandbox sand after we had those problems with the cats. But this pit, the chance to build a whole new park from scratch. 

This could be my Hoover Dam.’