display train

A sketch from when I was thinking about that Hunchback of Notre dame AU! Except it is totally without a hunchback and instead features a possibly cursed Adrien who is sheltered but sometimes on display (guard in training?) and meets gypsy Marinette who works with an underground group possibly including Adrien’s mother. (Clearly, I have thought all of this out.)

The design of Adrien’s outfit was also inspired by @yaushie‘s medieval au!

  • What people say: "My niece's nephew's grandson was attacked and mauled by a dog without warning!"
  • What people mean: "I am ignorant of dog body language and uneducated on dog behavior and I don't know how to read a dog's stress signals to see the subtle warnings that a dog is getting uncomfortable and reaching its threshold and about to lash out aggressively."

anonymous asked:

Skullgirls one seems kinda like the OP hated that series and pulled it out his ass though. Never felt like that to me.

You haven’t turned on advanced hitbox display in Skullgirls’ training mode, have you.

They’re only just barely exaggerating.

Ghost pt. 2

Bucky Barnes x reader

Notes: swearing, mentions of smut, flirting

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Summary: Tony’s party is just another day on the job for you, but Bucky seems to try to get you to do something more than just your job. 

‘Thank you for coming, Y/N, even though I know you didn’t want to’ Tony smirks as he offers you his arm.

You take it gracefully and flash him a smile. ‘You do know how to put together a party, mr Stark’

‘That, I do’ he chuckles as he leads you to the bar. ‘So, how does it feel to have all eyes on you for once?’

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seashellkittyatsunset  asked:

I was wondering, what are the boys favorite holiday traditions? Like setting up the tree, cooking, etc.? You can also add the girls (Luna, Iris, Gentiana) and Cor if you want!

it’s always fun doing holiday stuff! here’s (most of) the gang getting in on the festivities!

Noctis: Nothing gets Noctis in the holiday spirit more than watching classic Christmas movies and TV specials. Rudolph, Frosty the Snowman, How the Grinch Stole Christmas, and just about any other Christmas staple you can think of. Prompto gets him out the house to go sledding for an hour or two, but goes right back in front of the TV after he’s warmed up a little.

Prompto: Wearing ugly christmas sweaters and sledding. Prompto’s favorite part of the holiday season, no contest, is the ugly sweaters - the gaudier, the better. He made it a personal goal for himself to make each year’s sweater uglier than the last. Prompto coerces Noctis into wearing one with him while they go sledding, but the first thing Noct does when they get back is throw it off. After begging Ignis to let him get some hot cocoa he plops down next to Noctis to catch a few movies.

Gladio: Helps Luna with decorating. Gladio is the only one who can reach high up without the assistance of a step ladder so he’s usually on decoration duty. He’s actually come to look forward to it, especially putting up the lights outside the house. Gladio also takes the opportunity to dump snow from the roof onto whatever unsuspecting victim (Prompto usually) steps through the door below.

Ignis: Barricades himself in the kitchen making Christmas treats. With the holidays come holiday-themed desserts, and it’s a great time for Ignis to experiment with different recipes using seasonal ingredients. In addition to the oven warming up the kitchen, the fresh-baked aroma wafting through the house makes for a very homey atmosphere. Though Ignis usually doesn’t let anyone mess with the icing on the gingerbread men, he makes an exception for Iris when he notices her impressive gingerbread house.

Luna: Decorating the house and making wreaths. While Gladio takes care of the more obvious decorations, Luna takes care of the more “minor” things that really bring the Christmas mood together. Making wreaths, peppermint candles, poinsettia arrangements, things like that. Once she’s done Luna joins Noctis and Prompto in front of the TV.

Gentiana: Wrapping presents. With her usual silent grace Gentiana expertly wraps everyone’s gifts. Pryna holds the different ribbons for her, while Umbra brings her the different wrapping paper. Come Christmas morning everyone almost feels too guilty to open their presents because of how good they look.

Cid & Cindy: Sets up a Christmas village. Cid and Cindy use their mechanical know how to set up an elaborate Christmas village. Flashing lights, automated “villagers” that move around the display, and an electric train. If you didn’t know any better you’d swear it were a real miniature village and not a series of machines.

Aranea: All about the alcohol. Ever since the group tried her eggnog and bourbon Aranea has been in charge of mixing the drinks every holiday gathering. To make sure everyone gets their fair share of alcohol, she has quite the arsenal of drink recipes at her disposal, like peppermint martinis and apple cider cocktails.

Iris: Making gingerbread houses.There aren’t many holiday goodies that capture the essence of Christmas quite like a nice gingerbread house. Iris is quite the master craftswoman, despite Gladio having to console her more than once as a child when her house broke. While she’s not tending to her own work, Iris is helping Ignis put finishing touches on his various creations.

Cor: Cutting his own Christmas tree. Since Noctis was born it’s been a tradition of Regis’s to let him choose a tree and then cut it down. Now that Regis is admittedly too old, Cor takes it upon himself to keep the tradition alive. Neither Regis or Noct have found the way to properly express their gratitude, but it makes their holiday every year.

Regis: Unbeknownst to the Crown City’s children, every holiday season Regis dons a Santa costume and hosts a meet and greet. Children from all around line up to get a chance to sit with Santa, take pictures, and receive one of the gifts piled high underneath the gigantic Christmas tree. It ends up being a great day for both the kids and for Regis, with the kids finally getting to meet Santa and Regis being able to have a day off from his duties as king.

  • Sejeong: Yes, we've finished volume one of our trainingship.
  • Sohye: There are more volumes?
  • Sejeong: Of course. You think I could fit it all in one binder?
  • Sohye: Very well. Good.
  • Sejeong: You don't seem very excited.
  • Sohye: Oh, I was adhering to section 7, page 45: No emotional displays in the training room.
  • Sejeong: Excellent. I've taught you well.
  • Sohye: Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some work to do. On the roof.
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Chapter Fifty-six

**The London experience continues … with a little help from Bad Company and the Dark Lord.  I just love writing jealous Robert. :-)  No smut (yet), apologies in advance lol!**

The stuffiness in the room brought a sheen to her skin, and Michelle reached for the menu, discreetly fanning herself. The paper was thick and rich, the woven fibers embossed with lines of gold. She hadn’t expected a dinner so formal and knew it was only a matter of time before it fell to pieces.  She covertly canvassed the table, sizing up the eclectic group around it.  Bonzo and Cole were already at it, regaling their corner with lewd jokes and raucous laughs.  Jimmy was somewhat insulated by his bevy of maidens, but Michelle could feel his gaze on her, as it had been since they’d taken their seats. Strange.  The thought receded as a line of waiters approached, presenting each diner with a delicate china bowl filled to the brim with mussels.  They moved in concert, a fluid display.  Very well trained.  I wonder if they know it’s all lost on most of these heathens.  She glanced at her server, a coy smile lighting up his handsome green eyes.  Yep. They do.

The men vanished as quickly as they’d come, leaving everyone with their new treasure. Michelle sensed Robert’s amusement as he prodded the shellfish, exchanging a look with Bonzo.  Trouble was afoot.

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The Symbolic Use of Special Effects in Snowpiercer

written by K.K 


The use of special effects in film has long been a highly debated area in the film industry. Resentment for special effects largely stems from the idea that it distracts the audience from the narrative of the film and thus threatens the realism that the film presents. Therefore, digital technologies makes filmic images fraudulent by imposing the artificial on the real.

Snowpiercer is a 2013 science fiction film by South Korean director Boog Joon Ho. The film follows a self-sustaining train that circulates the Earth yearlong at a constant high speed. It was created and developed to withstand the extreme temperatures that inflict the Earth in this apocalyptic world. The last of humanity is situated on this train as the consequence of the Earth entering a world-wide ice age. This was caused by an experimental substance that was launched into the atmosphere 17 years ago in the hope to neutralise the Earth’s climate that had been destroyed by environmental damaged. Interestingly, the train embodies an even stricter and more apparent classist hierarchy that had been modelled from pre-apocalyptic times. The first few carriages of the train are for the 1% that managed to secure their spot through hefty initial payments. The end few carriages are reserved for the ‘free loaders’. They are required to give up their labour, skills, children and livelihood for the running and maintenance of the train. Upward mobility is strictly prohibited. The plot follows the uprising of the end carriage and their attempts to force their way to the first carriage. 

Upon first glance, Snowpiercer appears to be only about class struggles and the perils of capitalism. However, Snowpiercer also tackles notions of simulation, hyperreality and the relationship between the real and the artificial as defined by Baudrillard (1994). As a modern science fiction film, it also physically showcases a range of technologically advanced special effect features.

As a large quantity of the film is set inside the train, Snowpiercer displays incredibly advanced CGI to produce a seamless image of a constantly moving train. It is only half way through the film that the viewer catches a glimpse of the outside world through a window in the middle carriages. This glimpse is dramatised in two ways. As the story follows the members of the last carriage, the viewer is placed to directly experience the visual images of these characters. As the last carriage members push their way through the tight security driven nature of the carriages, a sudden drop in music occurs when they suddenly come across windows. The dusky tones of the dank, diseased driven and morbid last carriages in the first half of the film is contrasted with the icy and bright tones of the outside world. The dramatisation of this serves not only to visually and sensually please the viewer but also highlight the real and the artificial. For many of the characters in the film, they have not seen the outside or ‘real’ world for 17 years. Other characters do not even know the outside world as they were born on the train. The importance of this fact is emphasised through the constant referral to ‘train babies’ and the portrayal of their naivety. One such train baby character exclaims, “In the whole wide train?” in response to an adult bribing him for his protein snack. The train is a metaphor for the hyperreal. The realism of the hyperreal is only put into question when the characters are able to distinguish between the real and the artificial - the view of the outside world and the inside of the train. As this scene suggests, the real is realised only through the juxtaposition of the artificial. In this way the real is produced only through a pre-existed hyperreality.

Notions of the real and the artificial are explored further through the film. The aim of the tail carriage passengers is to reach the first carriage and demand equality within the train. They have no intentions of entering the ‘outside world’. The train, the copy of their pre-apocalyptic world, is their hyperreality. Their mission is very much linear. This is emphasised literally as their physical journey through the train is also linear. However, two characters, father and daughter, push past the linear mentality of all the passengers by seeking to exit the train, thereby exiting the artificial reality the creator of the train had produced and reinforced. 

The final scene is the biggest twist in the film; the train eventually fails and is destroyed by the upheaval caused by the passengers. Through a series of frantic events, the film ends with two train babies escaping the rumble of the train as the sole survivors. The daughter of the security technician and a little boy who was forcibly removed from the last carriage in order to physically provide his body to upkeep the movement of the train, are the survivors. To their shock, they entered the ‘real’ world and are not killed by the atmosphere and intense cold as described by the adults on the train. The ice is melting, the Earth has renewed. This twist in the film takes an interesting spin on the real and the artificial. Is the train really the artificial? Is the outside world really the real? The outside world does not resemble what it once was, nor do the two surviving characters have any knowledge of the outside world. As train babies, the real world to them was the supposed hyperreal. The real and the artificial do not have distinct set boundaries, they are undefinable.


As suggested above, Snowpiercer embodies the concept of the real and the artificial in its narrative. Interestingly, digital technologies are used to create special effects to aid the narrative. Both the outside world and the inside world uses CGI to enhance the images captured on camera. Therefore visually, both the real and the artificial are indistinguishable in terms of visual manipulation, thus symbolising that the real and the artificial are too indistinguishable. It is interesting to note however, that much of the outside world, as seen through the windows in the train, have been totally computerised. This encourages the viewer to challenge preconceived notions of the real and the artificial. The special effects in Snowpiercer do not detract from the narrative of the film, but in turn strengthens it.

Bong Joon Ho’s, Snowpiercer, cleverly showcases the way digital technologies have enabled filmmakers to explore powerful new forms of images through special effects. Most importantly, the rise of digital technologies and the subsequent debate surrounding the jeopardy of the ‘purity’ of film has enabled filmmakers, like Bong Joon Ho, to create powerful and artistic commentary on the notions of the real and the artificial.

Give It Away

Originally posted by uncensoredsideblog

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2726

Warnings: Swearing, sexual connotactions, cocky Bucky… ;)

A/N: So basically I started listening to the song Give it Away by the Red Hot Chili Peppers and all I could think about was Bucky working out. LOL. If you want the whole experience listen to the song while reading I guess. The lyrics are in italics. Also cocky Bucky is my fav and this could potentially like border on douchey for some people.. I don’t know. This’ll probably turn into smut soon so you can see where it’s going. 

So yeah… I feel like this may turn into a series so let me know if you want more! :) Also I haven’t written anything for fun in so long so it’s a bit rusty haha.

Your name: submit What is this?

You were not a morning person. That was quite obvious to the rest of the inhabitants of the tower. You normally crawled out of your room around midday to have a snack and some coffee before heading off to the gym to work out, but not today.

No, today you had woken up at six am sharp to the sound of drilling and yelling. Of course, this had startled you, being new to the tower and the avengers as a whole, and caused you to jump off your bed still in your pajamas – which consisted of an oversized t-shirt and booty shorts – and sprint out your door and down the hall towards the commotion. Expecting an attack you kicked the door to the spare bedroom open, hands at the ready. What you found was Tony Stark wearing protective goggles along with Bruce Banner and a tired looking Scott Lang who was doing all the drilling.

“Oh, Y/N perfect timing! Which paint colour do you prefer? Tavern Taupe or Shiitake?” Tony asked, shoving the two paint chips into your hand as you stared blankly at them, utterly dazed and baffled as to what was going on. Wiping some of the sleep from your swollen eyes, you snapped out of your daze briefly, giving you enough time to grab Bruce’s wrist to look at his watch, your eyes bulging as you read the time.

“Stark! It’s fucking six in the morning!” You yelled, turning around on Tony who looked slightly taken aback at your outburst but then quickly relaxed, his regular smirk plastering over his face. He reached out a hand to console you. 

“I know, I’m sorry, but I really need you opinion on these paint colours-“ 

“The shitty one Tony! The shitty one!” Exasperated, you pulled away from his grasp and trudged out of the room. Groaning, you ran a hand through your knotted bedhead. This was not happening. You did not wake up before the sun came up. Being woken up was even worse. There was no way you would be able to fall back to sleep now, not after having to crawl out from under the covers of your cozy bed to deal with another of Tony’s senseless whims.

“Fuck me…” You mumbled, not standing in the middle of the hallway trying to access your situation and figure out what the next best thing to do. What did people do this early in the morning away?

“Doll you know I’m trying,” Oh no. There it was. That voice. This was already a terrible morning and now you had to deal with him.

You slowly turned around a glare on your face to rival his smirk. His shaggy hair was messily tucked underneath a backwards Yankees cap, his torso covered by a thin muscle shirt showing off both metal and flesh, and low slung on his hips were a pair of basketball shorts. He wasn’t unpleasant to look at, no, far from it. His cocky attitude and endless flirting were enough to make you loathe the time you spent together, though, which luckily hadn’t been much since your arrival due to your differing schedules.

“Did you bug me or something? Is that how you always know where to find me so you can annoy the shit out of me?” You crossed your arms over your chest, watching as small crinkles formed at the edges of his eyes as he let out a loud laugh and then mimicking your closed-off stance, much to your irritation. You dropped your arms immediately to your sides, bastard.

“Well, seeing as your standing outside my room looking frustrated as hell I figured you had finally come to a calling for your innermost desires,“ Bucky spoke, watching as your face processed his words and then broke out into a bigger scowl as you realized you were, in fact, standing outside of his bedroom door. Your hands were now clenched at your sides as you turned away from him.

Storming off down the hall as he called after you, "Oh cmon sleeping beauty let me show you a whole new world. It’s called the morning!” You could hear him laughing at his own pun as you opened your bedroom door and proceeded to slam it shut.

Sighing, you attempted to run a hand through your knotted hair, which slightly pulled you away from your swimming mind that mostly consisted of your list of ‘How to kill the Winter Soldier without him or his friends knowing and disposing of the body with no trace of evidence’. You grabbed your hairbrush, attempting to sort out the birds’ nest on top of your head and do the rest of your morning thing. One thing was on your mind, coffee.

After you had devoured a banana and a large cup of coffee, much to the surprise of the early risers of Steve and Sam who were preparing for their run, you headed off towards the gym figuring it was best to do your workout now in hopes that it would tire you out enough for an afternoon nap.

As you neared the gym you could feel the vibrations through the floor and soon enough the music that was blasting through the set of speakers Tony had installed. Whoever was using the gym seemed to have a preference for rock music. As you opened the frosted glass door, your eyes glanced around the room, only to fall upon a sweaty body in the middle of the room, grunts filling the air along with the music as he did shoulder presses with the heavy barbell. Did I mention he was shirtless?

What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your mamma
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your pappa
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your daughter
You do a little dance and then you drink a little water

The impressive bulging muscles along with the blaring of the music were enough for you to drop your water bottle, still transfixed on the soldier in front of you. However, your metal bottle crashing to the ground was enough to allow Bucky to look over at you and wink, shouting over the music as he set down the bar, “Like what you see sweetheart?”

What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
Reeling with the feeling don’t stop continue

“No!” you said quickly, averting your lingering gaze to the floor mats in the corner of the gym, picking up the water bottle you had dropped due to your previous surprise and making a beeline away from Bucky.

Realize I don’t want to be a miser
Confide with sly you’ll be the wiser
Young blood is the lovin’ upriser
How come everybody wanna keep it like the kaiser

“Wow doll, my heart!” Bucky reciprocated, an expression of mock hurt on his face as his flesh hand rested over his heart, seeming to clasp it. An entertained smirk was hidden behind his taunting expression, seemingly not done with you yet as he stepped away from the weight he previously held in his hands, picking the hat up off of his head and running his fingers through his sweaty mop, smoothing his locks down and replacing the hat upon his head once more, letting his hands settle on his hips. 

Give it away give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away give it away now
I can’t tell if I’m a kingpin or a pauper

“I think you’ll live Barnes,” you spoke, avoiding eye contact as you situated yourself down on one of the training mats, beginning to stretch your limbs in preparation for your workout. You would not let Barnes get another rise out of you before lunch. Plus, today was your arm day, your least favourite form of exercise. You already had enough to look forward to with that. And, the weights you used usually involved a spotter, which was additionally unfortunate as Bucky was the only other person present at the moment meaning he would be taking that position.

Greedy little people in a sea of distress
Keep your more to receive your less
Unimpressed by material excess
Love is free love me say hell yes

I’m a low brow but I rock a little know how
No time for the piggies or the hoosegow
Get smart get down with the pow wow
Never been a better time than right now

Bob Marley poet and a prophet
Bob Marley taught me how to off it
Bob Marley walkin’ like he talk it
Goodness me can’t you see I’m gonna cough it

           You looked up at Bucky from your position on the mat as you stretched. He still had a light smirk on his face like he wanted to say something else but he was battling with himself over the consequences that it would entail. Your eyes voyaged further from his face as you watched a bead of sweat travel from his collarbone towards the v that disappeared in his shorts, again mesmerized. It’s not like you hadn’t seen a man’s body before on display like this, you trained with Sam daily after his morning run with Steve. You just hadn’t seen Bucky’s before, and this caused something new to stir inside of you.

Give it away give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away give it away now
I can’t tell if I’m a kingpin or a pauper

“Well, let me know if you need any help doll. I’ll be over here,” Bucky spoke, motioning towards his previously discarded barbell, giving a slackened salute and winking as he turned away, walking the few steps to continue on with his workout. He didn’t have to saw anything, you were already worked up as it was but in an entirely different way than usual.

Lucky me swimmin’ in my ability
Dancin’ down on life with agility
Come and drink it up from my fertility
Blessed with a bucket of lucky mobility

My mom I love her ‘cause she love me
Long gone are the times when she scrub me
Feelin’ good my brother gonna hug me
Drink my juice young love chug-a-lug me

You continued to sneak glances at Bucky who seemed to have forgotten you were in the same room as him, completely engrossed in his own workout. This was something new, something a bit different, and you kind of liked it; silent Bucky who you could appreciate from afar.

This scenario quickly changed as you made your way over to one of the benches and grabbed a pair of twenty-five-pound dumbbells, lying down on the bench with your feet planted on the floor as you went to raise them above your head to do your bench presses. You were interrupted first by a shadow and then Bucky’s face right above your own.

There’s a river born to be a giver
Keep you warm won’t let you shiver
His heart is never gonna wither
Come on everybody time to deliver

“You know it’s dangerous to press without a spotter,” he spoke casually as he held his hands out in front of himself, near the dumbbells you were pressing, ready to help out if need be.

“I’m fine,” you answered curtly. You were both annoyed that he wouldn’t leave you alone and relieved that you didn’t have to ask him for help.

Give it away give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away give it away now
I can’t tell if I’m a kingpin or a pauper

“You say that now but we wouldn’t want that pretty little face of yours to get crushed.” Your hands fumbled with the weights and your face went red. He always had an answer and it drove you wild.


“What? I’m just calling it like I see it. I know you liked that one,”


“That’s not even the best line I have. Listen to this-“


“-Are you a boxer? Well, how about getting on your knees and giving me two blows to the head?”

“Oh my god Bucky!”

 What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your mamma
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your pappa
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your daughter
You do a little dance and then you drink a little water

What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
Reeling with the feeling don’t stop continue

By now your face was beat red. He’d never said anything that dirty around you before, even if he had only done it to get a rise out of you. You quickly sat up and dropped the weights beside you, and turned around to face him. A shocked expression still on your face as he laughed from above, clutching his chest and slightly heaved over like your blatant modesty to his comment was the funniest thing he had seen since Steve’s performance outfit he wore while on tour when he first became Captain America. He calmed down for a minute, his laughter subsiding with a grin on his face as he looked at your bewildered one. He cocked an eyebrow at you, starting to understand that he was making you flustered. You started to stand up from the equipment and Bucky raised his flesh hand to your shoulder, holding you in place. The music still pounding throughout the room but all you could focus on was his gaze when he started to open his mouth again.

Realize I don’t want to be a miser
Confide with sly you’ll be the wiser
Young blood is the lovin’ upriser
How come everybody wanna keep it like the kaiser

“The weights in this gym just aren’t heavy enough… would you mind sitting on my face while I do some crunches?” Bucky hummed, watching as your eyebrows knitted together across your face and a sour look took over. You swatted his hand away while getting up from the bench.

“Ugh, you’re ridiculous!” You stuttered, rolling your eyes as you turned away to grab your water bottle. You’d have to come back and train with Sam later because this was getting you nowhere.

Give it away give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away give it away now

“Doll, are you blushing? Aww you are, that’s so cute.”

“Shut up.”

“It’s okay Y/N. I know the visual it a lot to take in.”

“Oh, my god. I wasn’t thinking about… it.”

"You don’t have to lie to me, sweetheart.”

Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now

 Bucky wrapped a sweaty arm around your shoulder and instinctively you pulled away from him. He pulled you even closer, though, leaning towards you so his mouth was next to your ear.

“Nat told me about your girls night a couple weeks ago with Wanda. How you ladies had a little too much to drink and started to share some very personal wants and needs,” he paused as he felt you tense beside him. You could feel the smirk against your ear, “…and I just wanted to let you know I’m here to fulfill them. You know where to find me.” Bucky pulled away from you at that moment and one last time he winked, picking up his discarded muscle tee from the floor with one last look over his shoulder towards you. You were too stunned to move.  

“See you around Y/N.”

Give it away

 Nat was dead.

my mom and I were looking a facebook album of a woman who sold pretty stuff and there was an animal print bra case. I said I liked it and she looked at me with such concern and used my whole name, “María de Fátima since when do you like animal print?” I realized my mistake and said “oh haha it’s an ice skaters anime thing, mom”, to which she replied “I hope one of those anime skaters starts wearing nice lingerie [the bra cases displayed lingerie, therefore her train of thought] so you would as well” and I…………….. I had to like…………….. lower down my gaze……………… bc i’ve actually bought lingerie after fandom yuri plisetsky…………… and……………. i couldnt look her in the eyes…………….. i blame yall……………….

Trowa’s Questionable Medevac

It has always bothered me how Trowa treated Heero’s evacuation in episode 10, after 01′s self-detonation, ignoring most basic medevac procedures.

His methods of transferring an injured comrade were irresponsible and potentially harmful. Considering Heero had just been thrown off great height by the force of the blast, the last thing one should do was move him, let alone like this:

Goodbye spine! Hello broken neck! (Sorry for the bad quality of this GIF… I made it in a hurry).

Then Trowa just loads Heero onto his truck along with his Gundam, not even moving him to the driver’s cabin? Why? If the blast didn’t kill him, the bumpy ride in sub-zero temperatures certainly should have!

Despite his extensive combat training, Trowa displays a blunt disregard for standard battlefield stabilization and triage protocols. Initial field assessment of combat-injured soldiers follows strict Advanced Trauma Life Support (ATLS) protocols. Needless to say, first aid is the most critical stage of treatment, moreover when dealing with blast injuries that require a more aggressive treatment approach than that for most civilian trauma, especially when an individual is in proximity to the blast radius (or, erm… in the heart of the fucking blast!). Just saying: Trowa should have known better!

So I gave this some thought, refusing to believe Trowa could be so callous. 

Then it occurred to me that the only acceptable reason for Trowa to act as carelessly as he had, was if he was certain Heero was dead. That would explain why he’d choose the quickest method of pick-up and transport while retreating from enemy territory. The way he saw it, it was either leave a dead man behind, or use inappropriate methods to carry the body out of the battle zone; the end justified the means.

I can imagine what he must have felt like when he arrived at his destination, prepared to unload Heero’s body from the truck and then, much to his surprise (and most likely mortification), discovered that Heero was still alive. ((hmm, there’s a drabble here somewhere…))

Maybe that’s why he took such good care of him afterwards, nursing Heero back to health for over a month (during the coma and later on) and becoming a real mother-hen over the next few episodes (loved it!). It was more than just taking care of a comrade in need, it was a way to make up for his mistake - for almost finishing what the self-detonation thankfully failed to accomplish. Poor Trowa was feeling guilty. 

If you look it at that way, Trowa acted purely out of compassion: He refused to leave what he believed was Heero’s body at the hands of the enemy - risking his life by staying long enough to evacuate Heero from the battlefield, and then he dedicated himself to see Heero through his long recovery. That’s more like the Trowa I know and admire. Too bad it took me so many years to come up with this (quite obvious?) explanation to something that used to bother me as much as it once did.

Anyway, those were my pointless $0.02 on the matter… Thoughts, anyone?

The University

TITLE: The University
AUTHOR: Peskipixi
WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: AU Tom character - Jonathan Oakley
GENRE: Smut/Romance
FIC SUMMARY: OFC Rosalita runs a very special institution of learning, and meets young Jonathan when he signs up for classes. Rosa knows from the moment that she lays eyes on him that this one is special…                               RATING: R                                                                                           WARNINGS: None at the moment. Definite smut, lots of it, in later chapters.     AUTHOR’S NOTES: So I did a thing… I’ve been sitting on this one for a while, not sure if I’m ready for another multi-chapter. But then I thought fuck it. And here it is. Chapter one is basically just a bit of a teaser, let me know what you think. As usual like, love, hate, critique, reblog etc. 

Chapter 1

The woman sat back and studied the young man across the ornate Victorian desk. Her hands were folded in front of her mouth, and she had a pair of black-rimmed reading glasses perched on her nose. She knew it made her look like a stern school teacher, which came in handy sometimes. Sitting back, her posture relaxing, she made eye contact and let a small smile play across her lips. Business was nothing more than a game. A game of who has the upper hand, sometimes it’s subtle, sometimes it’s more overt. In this particular case, she was very subtly letting him know who was in charge, and it seemed to be working.

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Okay so I was asked to share my experience working at Francescas so here we go <3

*disclaimer disclaimer be safe bbs, take this with a grain of salt as i cannot ensure policies are the same everywhere*

Also the Francescas I worked at was relatively small (only 2-3 employees at a time)


Honestly the only loss prevention we did was “zoning” during our shifts which just means that we divided the store up and were supposed to stay in that section the duration of our shift. However, Francescas is so small that it is so easy to hide&conceal it’s honestly ridiculous.

We were told to not chase a customer we knew had shoplifted and if we saw anything to call Mall Security (who take forever to show up so just leave quick if you feel sus)

There’s something we’re trained in called the Francescas Promise which basically just means that you customer service everyone to death as they walk in. Most of us didn’t do it because it makes people uncomfortable when you are down their throats but be aware some employees are really good at customer service (which means it will be hard to lift). Just be really vague and give a false name if they ask. If you say youre just browsing most will leave you alone.


MY STORE had zero cameras or detectors on the door. We also didnt have tags on anything.

The main problem you will have is that the ha gers are (in most store) huge and bulky and will be hard to not be sus about. I would reccomend taking a ton into the dressing rooms (trying to double hang if its possible) and then carrying empty hangers out, browse around and put clothes back while slyly putting back hangers.

Honestly though, all the little trinkets and jewelry are so easy to steal because you can hide behind the stands and a lot of stuff is small enough that no one will notice it being carried around.

-Hide behind displays
-Employees trained to customer service to death regardless of theft (most are lazy though)
-Employees trained to think shoplifters are scary&&dangerous
-Hangers are difficult to deal with && noticable when left in fitting rooms
-Trinkets & Jewelry are relatively easy
-Per usual, make sure to scope out the store and follow your gut

Creepypasta #281: The Last Train Home

Do you ever watch other people in the subway? It’s so strange to have to ignore someone who’s right up there in your face. A can of sardines springs to mind, except we’re not joined by a bond of thick oil or brine. Coated instead by a miasma of sweat, cologne and annoyance. Everybody absorbed in their own little worlds. There, whizzing through the bowels of the city at a brisk clip, you’ll find people reading books, newspapers. Maybe on a PlayStation Portable. Maybe on a smartphone. Except me. I’ll always be looking through the thick glass windows at the flickering blackness just beyond. There are stranger things in the tunnels than in the cabin. I guess this is the right place to share what I saw that night.

It had been one of those weeks. Actually, it had been one of those months, where the targets piled up like so much dirty laundry. The boss was on my case. Miserable, balding fart with his mortgage and his European sports car, riding us all for another bullshit project for some client across the country. The days and nights lost their meaning. In at work early to beat the crowd. Heading home without ever seeing the light of the sun. Caffeine was my only friend. I got used to rushing for the last train home because the miserable bastard wouldn’t even sign off on the late night taxi claims (it showed up on the work life balance indicators, he’d said).

It had been another mindless day of numbers, slides and text. To be frank, I didn’t even know if the version of the meaningless report I was working on was the fifth or the fiftieth, nor could I have told you the difference between the two. The office had already emptied out an hour before, my last co-workers giving me a commiserating pat on the back as they headed off. I cursed as I stuffed my laptop and swept some papers into my bag. I was going to miss the train. The stale warmth of the building gave way to the bitter cold as I hit the streets running.

The station was empty. Not unthinkable at this time of the night, but eerie all the same. There’s something about a hollow space meant for crowds. I’m not talking about muggers or anything like that. There is an air of the forbidden about these empty spaces. That’s how that night started out. Expectant. Waiting for something to happen.

Not that I cared at the time. The escalators were out for the night. I was wheezing hard by the time I got to the bottom, that old college fitness long buried under an ocean of booze and a mountain of fast food. I thought the last train had already left, resigning myself to a long wait for an expensive taxi ride back. I was about to leave when the train pulled up with the familiar scream of metal on metal. Graffiti adorned the grey skin of the train, tribal tattoos for the modern locomotive. The doors hissed, warm air belched from the cabin. I got in.

The train, strangely, was full. Not packed, but it was crowded. I found myself a seat in between a old man in a large brown overcoat and young lady that wearing a dark formal dress, a large flower pinned to her breast, her face a mask of mascara and eye shadow, inexpertly applied. Across from me sat a pair of army guys in fatigues, their scalps shining pink under their tight buzz cuts. And many more besides. It was a puzzling thing, to have a cabin so full late at night, and with such a motley crew of inhabitants.

With a shudder, the train pulled out from the station.

I settled back contentedly into my seat. The network connection in the tunnels was never dependable. I had to find another way to entertain myself on the ride home.

The noise from the screech of the rails and the rush of air outside seemed muted. Instead, the cabin was filled with a soft susurrus, the hushed tones of a crowd in a theatre, expectant but subdued. The cabin felt colder than it should have been. Was the heating out again? It couldn’t be. I was certain that the cabin was warmer than the platform a second ago, yet now, it felt like I was back outside in the howling cold. I tugged my jacket a little tighter. I looked at the hodge podge of strange individuals in the cabin. Everybody seemed out of place. Why would there be a gaggle of high school kids, obviously inebriated, this late at night? Or the waifish girl that was wearing what seemed to be a school uniform. I shifted uncomfortably on the sculpted plastic seat. The other odd thing was that I didn’t see a single mobile phone or any other electronic device in sight. I looked up at the row of LED lights that indicated the train’s progress along my route. 4 more stops.

I was still staring at the display when the train whizzed by the next stop. It didn’t stop. Didn’t even slow down. Just kept going right by the stop. The lights and pillars of the station streamed by in a blur. I jerked upright in my seat, my eyes widening. What kind of train had I gotten on? The rest of the crowd was unfazed by this development. If anything, the low buzz of whispers got even louder as the train progressed.

We were still hurtling through the dark tunnel, the overhead lights flickering on and off, when the little girl in the school uniform affixed me with a curious stare. She crept over to the group of high schoolers and tugged at the sleeve of one of the young men. He must have been a basketball player or something, he nearly had to bend double to bring his ear down to the little girls face. Her jaw worked up and down as she whispered something to him urgently. I heard nothing over the sound of the train. He blinked and took a step back when he looked back in my direction, as though seeing me for the first time. His handsome face twisted strangely. What was it? Anger? No, he looked like he wanted something. He looked hungry. His compatriots noticed the break in the conversation and directed their gazes to the focus of his attention. To me. The same gamut of emotions cycled through their faces. Shock. And then a sharpening, a hardening of their features. They were hungry too.

The feeling spread through the cabin, like a spark arcing from person to person. The two uniformed men, looking up and tightening their jaws. The old man next to me, perking up and scooting down another seat so that he could look at me without straining his neck. Outside, a blur of lights told me that another station had shot by. 3 more stops.

I shrank back in my seat. The tendons straining at the surface of my hands as I clutched at my bag protectively, as though that stupid gesture, grabbing on to my work, the focus of my life, would ground me and take me from this nightmare. It didn’t. I felt the weight of their eyes on me, like insects crawling over my skin. Something was wrong. So clearly wrong. This strange crowd, so different, yet each of them was wearing that naked need on their faces.

“Don’t mind them, they’re just jealous of you.” The voice of the young lady by my side. Her voice was soft, mellifluous. “Don’t stare back and don’t talk to them.”

I turned to look at my erstwhile companion. “What are they jealous of? I just wanted to catch the last train home.”

“It’s the last train home for all of us, too.” She smiled. She was very pale. Very beautiful. “But not all of them want to be here. And looking at you, going home tonight, makes them so very unhappy.”

“Where’d they all come from? Was there a convention? A meeting?” I cast my eyes around the cabin again, but was stopped halfway by her strong fingers on my chin. Her fingers were icy cold. She turned my head around to face her.

“Everywhere. All around. Most of them didn’t want to be here. Except me, maybe. I’d had enough of where I was. I miss my parents. I haven’t seen them in such a long time. It took awhile, for me to gather enough courage to go look for them.” She paused, suddenly pensive at what she’d said. “You’re not meant to be here, you know. This isn’t your ride.” Outside the window, another station went by. My eyes flicked back to the board with all the little lights. 2 stops to home.

The whispering in the cabin had started up again. Louder than before, but still muffled by the sounds of the rails and the rushing air outside. They were talking about me. The atmosphere grew oppressive. It was strange but the attention of the crowd felt like a rock on my chest. My breathing became laboured, each inhalation a struggle. My companion sensed my discomfort.

“I wish I could stop them,” she said, sadly. “It’ll stop when we get to the end of the line, I suppose.” Her eyes lit up at the thought. She turned around and scooted up onto the seat, her knees on the hard plastic, palms on the cold glass. Even with her face pressed up against the glass, there wasn’t a trace of fog on the window left by her breath. If she was even breathing at all. “Here, why don’t you take this, I won’t need it where I’m going.” She fumbled at her dress, detached the white flower and pressed it into my hands. The sweet smell of the lily took my attention away from the pain in my chest.

“We’re here!” She was quivering with excitement as the train began to slow. I looked up at the board overhead. All the lights on the map had gone out. Where were we?

She cupped my chin in her hands. It was only then, with her arms so close to my face, that I saw the network of fine white lines that criss crossed her forearms. She caught the flick of my eyes towards her arms. She shrugged, sheepish. “Practice makes perfect,” she said. She frowned, suddenly serious again. “This stop is for the rest of us. You can’t join us. You have to stay here.” She leaned forward quickly and gave me a kiss on my cheek. Her cold lips burned like an ice cube.

The people in the cabin quickly turned their attention to the approaching platform. I felt the weight on my chest ease. The whispering grew to a crescendo as they pointed and chattered excitedly. The platform drew close. And what a sight it was. I didn’t recognize the tiles or the posters. I must have taken this train a thousand times. I could have closed my eyes and named every station in order and the time between stations if I wanted to, and yet I was lost. There was nothing on the platform that helped in any way. No signs. No directions. What the platform had was people, a milling sea of heads and faces, all expectant, all eagerly waiting.

When the door opened, it let in the roar of the crowd outside. Shouts, shrieks and yells. And tears, so many tears. The passengers burst out of the train, throwing themselves into the waiting sea of people. I saw one of the army boys embracing an older gentleman, also dressed in military fatigues. None of that new aged stuff that looked like it was plucked out of a stage of mine craft. This was old school, with big green and brown blotches. The resemblance between the two was clear. They parted, the younger man introducing his father to his compatriot. The older man hugged him as tightly as he had hugged his own son earlier.

The old man that was sitting by me had found an elegant looking lady in her thirties, her light sun dress looked out of place for the biting cold of winter. Or had I mistaken the man for someone else? I looked again and it wasn’t the old man any more, but a young couple laughing in the prime of their lives. No, it was the same coat and his features, lined with a jealous greed scant moments ago, were now lit with a fierce joy.

Just as the train doors hissed shut, I saw the girl that sat next to me on the train. She was in tears with her arms around a well dressed couple. She waved at me as the train pulled out of the station. I waved back.

My legs shook as I got off the train at my stop. The platform was reassuringly deserted. I watched as the train screeched into the distant darkness of the tunnel. I gingerly touched the numb spot on my cheek where the girl had kissed me. My fingers came away wet. I didn’t even remember the tears falling.

My nose was suddenly assaulted by a rich, thick greenhouse scent. Decaying plant matter. I fished out the lily from my coat pocket, where the strange girl had left it. The pristine white petals were dry to the point of crumbling and speckled black with rot. I let it fall from my fingers and watched it bounce on the station floor. I stared at it for a long time before I began the long trek home.

Credits to: straydog1980

Did you miss me? Kyiv's metro trains displayed this hacked image of Moriarty
The game is afoot in Kyiv, Ukraine.

The game is afoot in Kyiv, Ukraine.

Snapshots from inside the capital’s metro trains are making the rounds on Twitter, showing the interior’s hacked display screens featuring an image of Sherlock’s nemesis, Moriarty (Andrew Scott). Alongside that phrase which sends shivers down everySherlock fan’s spine, “Did you miss me?”


     This SR-71 Blackbird cockpit got more flight time than all of the other Blackbird aircraft put together, and every single SR pilot, at one point or another, had their hands on these stick and throttles. This is the one and only SR-71 simulator, used for crew selection and training, on display at the Frontiers of Flight Museum in Dallas, Texas.

     Even though this is a simulator, this is truly a Blackbird cockpit. Every component is the same, and the only visual difference are the windows are not transparent. At one point, the Air Force considered installing a virtual reality display system in the windows, but it was decided that the Blackbird simulator did not need a visual reference to the world surrounding them, because in this bird, you were more of a systems operator than a pilot. 

     This simulator, operating from 1965 to 1999, was just as top secret as any of the Blackbird aircraft, for obvious reasons. Every Blackbird pilot went through a selection process, and a year of training. During the selection process, applicants spent 30 hours in the simulator. If you were lucky enough to be selected as a pilot, you spent 100 hours in the sim before you would even touch one of the two-seat SR-71B or SR-71C trainer aircraft. This training process was longer and more intensive than any aircraft in the world, excluding the space shuttle. This was because each Blackbird was truly a national asset, and there were so few of them.

     Nearly every Blackbird pilot author, at one point or another, has mentioned this simulator in their book. They recount tales of sweating bullets during the selection process, spending hours in the sim at a time, learning hard lessons. They also tell about how good the sim was, and how once they finally flew an actual Blackbird, they felt right at home.

     The Frontiers of Flight Museum was gracious enough to let Project Habu inside the cockpit to photograph up close, which is typically not open to the public. It was truly surreal to sit in this cockpit and touch the controls, knowing every one of the pilots whom I admire so much, started right here. You can view the outside of the simulator in a previous post (click here to view). 

anonymous asked:

Kochei i love your art! Specially how you draw bodies! Could you please give a few hints to this newbie wannabe artist?

hello anon! thanks a lot c:

I’ll try to give out a few tips but as usual i don’t have a real technique besides ‘observe and learn’, which i did over a few years. because i’m a bad student.

- maybe the real advice i could give is to observe VERY MUSCLED bodies. It’s the easiest way to see the muscles, where they are, how they function. to draw bodies properly you have to know anatomy, and it includes bones and muscles. look at pictures of athletes (specifically bodybuilders), the muscles are usually visible enough.

- secondly, there are easy ‘ways’ with shapes to build up a human body, give it basic shapes, and here are some examples how to do it :

- Figure Drawing. Everybody will tell you that drawing from life is super duper important, but hey i know it’s not always easy nor possible so. Take photographs as references. And this kind of website is perfect for this.in the same way, one of my favourite thing to do is to pause the live action movies/series i’m watching to sketch one character and their pose. a very quick sketch will do and you can make it better afterwards if you feel like it.

- Finally, varying the body types is the most enjoyable to me. when you know how muscles and fat work and you just have to combine some. you can have a character with a fat belly and muscled arms, thick tights and tiny upper body, etc etc. Usually the Olympics pictures are nice to take references from because they display people who trained different muscles for different kind of sport.

Hope it’ll help you! Good luck with the art, dear newbie, and have fun :)