distinguished guests

Bob Dylan’s Nobel Prize Speech

Good evening, everyone. I extend my warmest greetings to the members of the Swedish Academy and to all of the other distinguished guests in attendance tonight.

I’m sorry I can’t be with you in person, but please know that I am most definitely with you in spirit and honored to be receiving such a prestigious prize. Being awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature is something I never could have imagined or seen coming. From an early age, I’ve been familiar with and reading and absorbing the works of those who were deemed worthy of such a distinction: Kipling, Shaw, Thomas Mann, Pearl Buck, Albert Camus, Hemingway. These giants of literature whose works are taught in the schoolroom, housed in libraries around the world and spoken of in reverent tones have always made a deep impression. That I now join the names on such a list is truly beyond words.

I don’t know if these men and women ever thought of the Nobel honor for themselves, but I suppose that anyone writing a book, or a poem, or a play anywhere in the world might harbor that secret dream deep down inside. It’s probably buried so deep that they don’t even know it’s there.

If someone had ever told me that I had the slightest chance of winning the Nobel Prize, I would have to think that I’d have about the same odds as standing on the moon. In fact, during the year I was born and for a few years after, there wasn’t anyone in the world who was considered good enough to win this Nobel Prize. So, I recognize that I am in very rare company, to say the least.

I was out on the road when I received this surprising news, and it took me more than a few minutes to properly process it. I began to think about William Shakespeare, the great literary figure. I would reckon he thought of himself as a dramatist. The thought that he was writing literature couldn’t have entered his head. His words were written for the stage. Meant to be spoken not read. When he was writing Hamlet, I’m sure he was thinking about a lot of different things: “Who’re the right actors for these roles?” “How should this be staged?” “Do I really want to set this in Denmark?” His creative vision and ambitions were no doubt at the forefront of his mind, but there were also more mundane matters to consider and deal with. “Is the financing in place?” “Are there enough good seats for my patrons?” “Where am I going to get a human skull?” I would bet that the farthest thing from Shakespeare’s mind was the question “Is this literature?”

When I started writing songs as a teenager, and even as I started to achieve some renown for my abilities, my aspirations for these songs only went so far. I thought they could be heard in coffee houses or bars, maybe later in places like Carnegie Hall, the London Palladium. If I was really dreaming big, maybe I could imagine getting to make a record and then hearing my songs on the radio. That was really the big prize in my mind. Making records and hearing your songs on the radio meant that you were reaching a big audience and that you might get to keep doing what you had set out to do.

Well, I’ve been doing what I set out to do for a long time, now. I’ve made dozens of records and played thousands of concerts all around the world. But it’s my songs that are at the vital center of almost everything I do. They seemed to have found a place in the lives of many people throughout many different cultures and I’m grateful for that.

But there’s one thing I must say. As a performer I’ve played for 50,000 people and I’ve played for 50 people and I can tell you that it is harder to play for 50 people. 50,000 people have a singular persona, not so with 50. Each person has an individual, separate identity, a world unto themselves. They can perceive things more clearly. Your honesty and how it relates to the depth of your talent is tried. The fact that the Nobel committee is so small is not lost on me.

But, like Shakespeare, I too am often occupied with the pursuit of my creative endeavors and dealing with all aspects of life’s mundane matters. “Who are the best musicians for these songs?” “Am I recording in the right studio?” “Is this song in the right key?” Some things never change, even in 400 years.

Not once have I ever had the time to ask myself, “Are my songs literature?”

So, I do thank the Swedish Academy, both for taking the time to consider that very question, and, ultimately, for providing such a wonderful answer.

My best wishes to you all,

Bob Dylan

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Hi Geisa-kai! 

Have you seen this photo from Flickr? Mamesome’s makeup and hair is so unusual! What do you think it could mea, if anything?

Hello! Her hairstyle and makeup is normal for Gion Kobu’s geiko during the Miyako Odori season (so, basically during whole month of April). If a geiko dances in the So Odori part of the performance, she styles her hair in chu shimada hairstyle (seen here on Mamesome). But maiko do the same thing! The hairstyle is not changed for the whole day, and when maiko and geiko head to evening parties in tea houses, they use this makeup trick to distinguish them. So, guests are able to differ geiko from maiko by their kimono and obi, but also by the makeup style (and most of the geiko look very young without usual wigs, so this custom is useful!). Geiko wipe off their makeup from the faces but leave their necks painted. Maiko leave the whole makeup on their faces.

Opss….Here’s a new Eddie’s photo (with  Hannah behind) as a distinguished guest of the 2016 Olympic Games in Rio. Eddie went in Rio as  Omega’s ambassador  in for a new opening of Omega’s house.

Opss…….. Ecco una nuova foto di Eddie ( con dietro Hannah) come ospite illustre dei giochi olimpici 2016 a Rio. Eddie ando’ a Rio come ambasciatore dell’ Omega per inaugurare  una nuova apertura di casa Omega

Alliance rally declared a success!

All illustrations are strictly the impressions of artists employed by this publication.

Flame Captain Kale Aideron opens the event, following a musical performance by Ciel Grayve.

The Eorzean Alliance adventurer rally celebrating the end of the Dragonsong War in Ishgard is to be considered a success, so says Flame Captain Kale Aideron of the Bloodsworn. Commanding officer of the Sasagan’s Scimitars and organizer of the event, Captain Aideron was emphatic in thanking all and sundry for their show of solidarity towards our northern neighbors. Prominent figures in the adventuring community, from free company leaders to military officers, were among the distinguished guests. Though there had been a minor disruption halfway through the ceremony, it did naught to abate the good cheer of the crowd.

The Immortal Flames were instrumental in planning the event.

As there has been no realm-wide celebration regarding Ishgard’s newly-found peace thus far, it was decided that this rally of remembrance and revelry was to take place, focusing particularly on the contributions that adventurers had provided the country. In addition, calls were made to embrace the spirit of openness and diversity embodied by the adventuring community, especially considering Ishgard’s recent embracing of republicanism, an ideology alien to Eorzea ever since Sharlayan’s abandonment many summers ago.

Prominent free company leader Faye Covington is said to have led myriad individuals from all over the Three Great Continents for the betterment of the realm.

The rally was opened by a song of remembrance by Ciel Grayve, a famed bard from Gridania. Baroness Flytia Dalyeis of Ishgard was accompanied by Winter’s Wake leader Kaitlyn Nelhah, who by their very presence embodied the spirit of partnership between Coerthan and adventurer. Their speech on the importance of peace and healing was followed by Syranelle Ironleaf, a Gelmorran who had served as a healer during the war. Noticeably rowdy shouts of support from the crowd were heard over the course of these speeches, allegedly the sorts more appropriate of Foundation than the Pillars.

Kaitlyn Nelhah and Baroness Flytia Dalyeis have done much in the providing of alms to inhabitants of the Brume.

Storm Captain Sounsyy Mirke of Thalassocratic Navy 1st Squadron, 9th Levy Infantry (Maelstrom) represented Limsa Lominsa’s Grand Company, and offered their perspective on Ishgard’s potential military contribution for the Alliance. Indeed, Lominsan musket technology has been utilized by the Ishgardian machinists of Skysteel Manufactory. Captain Aideron would make note of the capabilities presented by the Lominsan navy and Ishgardian airship fleet.

Gridanian bard Ciel Grayve has performed at many events attended by adventurers.

Following the decidedly more military-minded musing on the future of the Alliance, Faye Covington of the Daystar Agency imparted her several summers worth of leading adventurers to the crowd. One of the central goals of the rally was to advocate for the adventuring profession to a city-state unaccustomed to hosting other races and cultures. Lady Covington’s worldliness in this regard was lauded as very illuminating by local citizens nearby.

The Maelstrom is arguably reliant moreso on adventurers than its sister companies, and thus their presence at the rally was considered to be crucial.

Lord Armont Wordon de De’bayle of the De’bayle Minor House was the last speaker of the ceremony. The Wanderer of Coerthas spoke with a remarkable sort of open-mindedness and optimism, welcoming the ongoing changes taking place within Ishgard. Many would observe Lord Wordon’s defiance of stereotypes by how he had positively commented on and embraced the cultural shift. Captain Aideron was extremely grateful for House De’bayle’s contribution to the event, the Ul’dahn stating it was a high honor.

House De’bayle swears fealty to House Fortemps, who have long been known for their liberality in working with adventurers. 

And at last, the rally was closed by a captivating performance by Odette Saoirse, a bard hailing from Limsa Lominsa. Unlike Ciel Grayve’s more somber remembrance, the Lominsan provided a much more optimistic tune for the future. The disruption by the so-called Doctor Ozerov amounted to little in the end, as the whole crowd threw their fists in the air wishing a long life for both Eorzea and Her Alliance.

Long Live Eorzea! Long Live the Alliance!


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A sketch of Flame Captain Kale Aideron and Doctor Ozerov, similar to what might have transpired in reality. 

The Order of the Twin Adder were not without representation. Percival Turner commanded a detail sent from Gridania.

Odette Saoirse remains a popular bard within adventurer circles.

Captain Aideron briefs the joint military formation before the event’s opening.

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Al Pacino, James Taylor receive Kennedy Center Honors
A memorable evening for not only the honorees, but also the Obamas.

Once things got rolling, the political jokes didn’t take long to start. In his opening line, host Stephen Colbert welcomed distinguished guests, politicians, diplomats and “endangered swamp dwellers.”

Colbert said the country has been lucky to have a leader who is “passionate, intelligent and dignified,” which drew cheers and a standing ovation from the crowd. Colbert joked: “Sir, I don’t know why you stood up, I was talking about Michelle.”

The second queen

Based on “Imagine telling Thranduil that you know you’ll never replace his first wife and that you’re fine with that. You will love him with all you have and that’s enough for you.” from Imaginexhobbit

Requested by Anonymous

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Looking back, in the years to come, you would tell the story that your life had truly begun at the the spring festival of Nost-na-Lothion, the Birth of Flowers. The evening had seemed ripe with promise as you’d painstakingly arranged your hair and dressed in your rich, leaf-green gown, and twirled playfully before your father, asking, “how do I look, Ada?”

“Beautiful, iellig,” he’d replied with a smile. “You will shine as the starlight for everyone to see.”

As one of King Thranduil’s advisors, your father was a distinguished guest at the feast, and introduced you to what seemed like an endless stream of his acquaintances. When he was drawn by another of the King’s councillors into a conversation about trade with the men of Laketown, you took the opportunity to wander to the fringes of the crowd, watching the dancers in the center of the grand chamber. You had momentarily glanced down, idly smoothing your skirts and adjusting the bracelets on your wrists, when a pair of feet stopped before you, and you looked up, surprised, into the face of the King. 

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A Tronnor Wedding (a Tronnor Oneshot)

This one’s dedicated to the anon who requested it. Enjoy!


Tyler rolls his eyes for the millionth time today, after staring at Troye’s restless paces which have been going on for the entire day. “Chill, girl,” he says begrudgingly. “Everything about this wedding will slay the guests’ minds.”

“I don’t care about the guests’ minds!” Troye exclaims. “I just want this day to be…”

Tyler groans. “To be?”

“…perfect,” Troye finishes as he stares out of the huge window of his dressing room, which overlooks the beautiful garden he will walk through in a matter of minutes. Distinguished guests are filling in the seats on both sides of the aisle. Most, if not all, seem to be enjoying themselves and mingling with each other.

“Okay, girl, at first this act of being all fidgety and nervous was cute, but now it’s just so…” Tyler groans again. “…exhausting. Momma’s gonna be tired before you get your little ass down there.”

Right by then, Shaun, Troye’s father, opens the door and lets himself in. Clearly beaming with pride, he walks towards his second son with an empowered stride. “Oh, look at you, Troye,” he says while making some adjustments to Troye’s bow tie. “This day has finally come.” Lowering his voice, he says, “Now, when your mother gets here, just smile and nod, okay? Don’t make her more emotional than she already is.”

Before Troye can say anything, Laurelle, Troye’s mother, barges into the room, teary-eyed. She immediately grabs Troye by his arms once she has made the way towards him. “Oh, honey, you look so dashing,” she gushes. “You and Connor will definitely make the best-looking grooms ever.” After saying that, she begins to hug him tightly.

At the mention of Connor’s name, Troye’s ears perk up. “H—how is he? Have you seen him?” Troye asks her.

“Oh, yes, don’t worry a thing. He looks amazing in his tuxedo!”

Imagining Connor in the wedding tuxedo makes Troye feel giddy on the inside, as he remembers the first time he saw Connor wore a tuxedo for a red carpet event. It was for Thirst Gala, and Troye couldn’t be there. But that doesn’t mean Troye couldn’t see what his now-fiancé looked like. Through a series of snaps that Troye quickly screenshot, he had the chance to marvel at the beauty that was Connor Joel Franta.

“I’m happy that you chose him, Troye,” Laurelle manages to say between sobs. “I really do.”

“Me, too, Mom.” Troye replies while smiling at her.

Sage then dashes into the room in her stunning maroon gown. “Hurry up, you guys! The wedding’s about to start!”

With that, Laurelle and Tyler leaves the room, leaving Shaun and Troye alone as Connor is the one who walks down the aisle first with his own father. The once crowded room now becomes almost empty.

Shaun looks at Troye in the eyes. “If I have any kind of advice for you right now, Troye, it’s to always choose him no matter what happens, always stay with him no matter what comes and always, always, cherish him no matter what.”

“I will, Dad, don’t worry about that,” Troye says.

A wide grin spreads on Shaun’s face. “That’s my boy!” He slings one of his arms around Troye.

Tyde’s head peeks into the room. “It’s your guys’ turn now!” He beckons both of them with his hand.

With every step Troye takes, his heartbeat goes faster than before. Everything leading up to this day has been a dream and the least thing Troye wants to do is to mess this up. Nothing should ever be less than perfect for Connor.

“Ready?” Shaun asks him.

Troye himself is amazed that he can reach the unopened door leading to the gardens and still hasn’t passed out from the nerves.  “Let’s do this,” he replies to his father.

The huge door then opens painstakingly slowly. With every second passing, the door reveals more of the exquisite exotic flowers, the beaming guests standing, awaiting for him to walk down the aisle, the photogenic bushes and hedges here and there and the perfectly cloudless, bright skies above. But Troye doesn’t care about any of that all of a sudden.

His sight is focused on only one human being: Connor Franta. Connor always takes Troye’s breaths away, but never like this. Seeing Connor standing in the altar wearing the tuxedo with his wind-swept bangs makes Troye recall their first date.

It wasn’t even a planned first date—there was no ‘asking out’ between them. They originally planned to go to a museum with their close friends, but they bailed on them during the last minute.

“Just the two of us?” Connor shakily laughed.

“I guess so,” Troye replied lightly.

They walked together towards a then-newly opened art museum. After wandering from painting to painting, they paused at an exhibition showcasing live art. Both were in awe—evident from their gaping jaws at the painted models, who were all still as stone.

“If you had the opportunity to do a showcase like this, what would you do?” Troye asked him.

“I would have the models all naked…” Connor replied.

“Naked?” Troye smirks.

“Don’t interrupt me!” Connor jokingly slapped Troye’s arm. “I just think it would showcase humanity at its most vulnerable state—you know, naked.”

They continued to walk side by side until they reached the museum’s front steps. Then, they just gazed at each other as the sun went down. Suddenly, it occurred to Troye that all those paintings were intriguing, but none of them caught his attention like Connor. Connor was always the most beautiful piece in the room. Everything about him was art—the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, the way his mouth moved when he talked, the curl of his lips when Troye said something he thought was slightly funny.

God, Troye wanted nothing more than kissing Connor right at that moment. But, wouldn’t it just end up damaging their friendship? Screw it, he thought as he placed his lips on his best friend’s. Even though Connor was initially startled, he began kissing Troye back.

And that was the start of their relationship.

Connor is still art for Troye. Connor is still his muse, his inspiration behind his greatest songs and albums. Connor still leaves him breathless, wondering how in the hell was he so fortunate to be with him. Connor is still his angel, with a heart of gold and a voice that soothes him right away.

“Shall we?” Shaun offers his hand to Troye, bringing him back to reality.
Troye takes his father’s hand as they walk down the aisle. All of the guests stare at him with joy in their faces. When they pass Laurelle, she seems to already get ahold of herself. However, some of the tears are still visible on her face, and surprisingly, on his Tyler’s too. And Tyler never sheds a tear—ever.
Once they reach the altar, Shaun lets go of Troye and sits down beside his wife.

Troye looks at Connor and whispers, “You look amazing.”

A smile forms on Connor’s face as he whispers, “You look even more amazing, Troye boy.”

The priest behind them clears his throat, eager to begin the ceremony. “We are gathered here today,” he speaks, “to wed Connor Joel Franta and Troye Sivan Mellet in the holy matrimony. Those who are not in favor of this covenant may speak now or forever hold your peace.”

All of those who are in attendance sit still and don’t utter a single word. Troye breathes out a sigh of relief.

The priest continues, “The grooms previously requested to make their own vows. Mr. Franta, you may go first.” He then nods at Connor.

“Troye Sivan Mellet, ever since I met you, you have been a constant source of joy and love in my life. You were always there for me, even when everyone else walked out on me. A glimpse of you would make my entire day better, and at first, I couldn’t understand why. But now I do. Falling in love with you has been the greatest experience in my entire life, and I am forever grateful for that.” Connor speaks in a bold voice.

He stops for a while, seemingly unable to hold back the tears forming in his eyes. “I…” He begins to sob. “I promise to always be there for you, no matter where our careers will take us. I promise to take care of you and keep you safe. I promise to be your shelter when the world out there crumbles, threatening to bring you down.”

Unknowingly to Troye himself, tears are streaming down his face upon hearing Connor’s words.

“And I promise, Troye, I promise to…” Connor takes a deep breath. “I promise to always, always love you,” he finishes.

Troye scans the guests, who are all, if not most, in tears right now after listening to Connor’s heartfelt vow. After wiping his own tears with the sleeves of his tuxedo, he says, “Damn it, Connor. Sappiness really is your thing, and it’s hard for me to compete with that.” He shakily chuckles.

“I’d promise you the world, Connor Joel Franta, but sadly, I don’t rule it. I remember when we first met, and I was so star-stricken by you. I couldn’t believe I was meeting THE Connor Franta! And I was always attracted to you. But you were self-conflicted. So I stayed away. And it was hard for me to do.

“You were like this magnet, that… That somehow pulled me in all the time. It was like I could never let go of you nor did I ever want to.

“Connor Joel Franta, I promise to never complain when you’re constantly cleaning that side of the pantry. I promise to eagerly watch the, let’s say, unique documentaries you somehow discovered on Netflix. And I promise to not break the coffee machine again.”

Connor and the guests stifle a laugh. Troye rolls his eyes dramatically. “It was one time, people!” He exclaims.

He then turns to Connor once again. “But seriously. I promise to be happy when you’re happy and I promise to comfort you when you’re sad. I promise to cuddle you through stormy nights and sleepy days. I promise to be your biggest supporter, as always.

“Ever since we met, you always chose me, and today, I promise to always, always, choose you—no matter what will come our way.” Troye concludes his vow.

The priest, who is now blotchy-faced, says, “Very well said, gentlemen. By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you, Connor Joel Franta, and you, Troye Sivan Mellet, to be husband, and well, husband. The grooms may now kiss each other.”

With that, Connor grabs Troye’s face and places his soft lips on him. Troye holds him tightly, never wanting to let this moment go. All of the guests break into a rupture of applause and screams of encouragement. If Troye can live in this moment for the rest of his life, he will not waste any second to enthusiastically say yes to it.

There is never such a thing as a perfect moment, but it feels like it to Troye. Charlie, the protagonist of ‘The Perks of Being a Wallflower’, once said that he felt “infinite”. Troye never understood what it meant—until now. Troye feels infinite, invincible, right here, right now, with Connor with him.

“Let’s get out of here,” Connor whispers to him with a playful smirk on his face.

Troye begins to open his mouth to say something about the proceeding of the wedding and how they can’t just leave the guests. But then he decides to not say anything about it. “Screw them. I choose you,” Troye says under his breath before dashing out of the place with Connor in hand.


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At dawn on the 100th anniversary of her wedding day, Miss Havisham in her tattered & yellowed wedding dress takes to the stage at the top of The Great Tower before the distinguished guests & sings, “All my bags are packed, I’m ready to go, I’m standin’ here outside your door, I hate to wake you up to say goodbye, but the dawn is breakin’, it’s early morn, the taxi’s waitin’, he’s blowin’ his horn, already I’m so lonesome, I could die, so kiss me & smile for me, tell me that you’ll wait for me, hold me like you’ll never let me go, cause I’m leavin’ on a jet plane, don’t know when I’ll be back again, oh babe, I hate to go…”

24th Street & 8th Avenue, NYC, 21 March 2017, 12:44pm

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Yesterday, on 23 October 2016, His Royal Highness Prince Mihailo Karadjordjevic and Miss Ljubica Ljubisavljevic were united in holy matrimony in the Church of Saint George in Oplenac, which was followed by a reception given by Their Royal Highnesses Crown Prince Alexander and Crown Princess Katherine, for invited guests at the White Palace. The religious ceremony was officiated by Their Graces Bishop Irinej of the Eastern Diocese of the Serbian Orthodox Church in America and Bishop Pahomije of Vranje and Father Petar Lukic, Dean of Saborna crkva in Belgrade.

The wedding of Prince Mihailo Karadjordjevic, the youngest son of the late HRH Prince Tomislav and HRH Princess Linda, and Ljubica Ljubisavljevic, was attended by over 300 guests – members and friends of the Royal Family Karadjordjevic, as well as by numerous distinguished guests from public life in Serbia and abroad. The wedding was attended by Their Royal Highnesses Crown Prince Alexander and Crown Princess Katherine with their children Prince Philip and Alison, Princess Linda Karadjordjevic (mother of Prince Mihajlo), Prince Djordje Karadjordjevic (brother of the bridegroom), Princess Fallon Rayman (wife of Djordje Karadjordjevic), Princess Elizabeth Karadjordjevic, Speaker of the National Parliament Maja Gojkovic, ambassadors of Great Britain, Brasil, Congo, Mexico, Myanmar, Canada, Pakistan, Norway, Turkey, Argentina, India, Azerbaijan, and many others.

Following the wedding at the reception at the White Palace, Crown Prince Alexander wished the newlyweds the bride and bridegroom a long and happy life together.

“It is my duty and privilege to welcome Her Royal Highness Princess Ljubica in our home, and to greet the bride’s and groom’s parents, wishing and hoping that good fortune, health, and family blessings follow the new couple and be in our homes, through them and in them”, Crown Prince Alexander said in his speech.

The newlyweds respected Serbian wedding customs, but they were also innovative, so beside the Serbian traditional music, guests had the opportunity to enjoy a cello concert by two young ladies, the winners of a National Contest. The food was based on Serbian tradition. Companies which donated the food are Hyatt, Metropol, Nuzy Bakery, Nada Butcher Shop, Pekara 30, wine was from the Royal Winery Oplenac and Aleksandrovic winery, cake and sweets were a gift by Anci Kolaci Company from Pancevo, and the company “Bean and Leaf” took care of the coffee and tea.

Prince Mihailo Karadjordjevic was born 15 December, 1985 in London. He grew up in a rural area, where he had a lot of time to learn about nature. He organized a number of humanitarian events, and in an effort to engage in the issues of his country he continues to lobby for Serbian interests in the world. Princess Ljubica was born and raised in Belgrade, where she completed her master studies at the Faculty of Pharmacy, University of Belgrade. She is engaged in marketing and writes columns on health and skin care.

You and me

Written by: lydiasfears

Prompt: post cacw, T'Challa throws a party in Wakanda, which is a good opportunity for Steve and Natasha to come to terms with their feelings

Characters: Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, T’Challa

Beta reader: romanogers-evansson

This one shot can be regarded as a further part of  “Saving a friend” or as a separate story.


Music resonates throughout the palace. The largest room of the extraordinary palace is filled with many distinguished guests, most of whom are wealthy residents of Wakanda. The women are wearing long dresses and expensive jewellery; men are dressed in sharp suits. At the bar Steve and Sam stand, both devilishly handsome in their attire. Wilson hands a glass of champagne to Steve whilst they converse. Steve hardly listens to him. He’s currently occupied, looking at Natasha. The woman is wearing a black dress and high heels. Waves of her red hair cascade over her exposed shoulders. The dress designed in a way that reveals half of her back. Steve can’t see her face, but he knows that she’s laughing, amused by the host of the event.

“She looks hot,” Sam exclaims. Steve, taking the glass from him, pretends that he doesn’t know or is not impressed by who Sam is talking about.

“Hm?” he mutters, looking around the room with mock surprise, “Who?”.

Sam chuckles. At the same time, Natasha whispers something into T'Challa’s ear. The man smiles and Steve begins to feel uncomfortable. He looks away as if the sight has stung his eyes.

“I’m not blind, Steve,” Sam responds with a short laugh. “You have been staring at her all evening. Apparently Natasha prefers the company of the true King of Wakanda than Captain America. Who are you? Just some guy running down the street with a shield in a stupid fat ass costume?”.

Steve puts down his glass, knowing that he would crack it. Natasha runs her hand over T'Challa’s arm. Steve’s blood boils with anger. Romanoff’s behaviour is irritating him to the upmost level. Does she always have to flirt with every man she talks to?

“Hey Steve, I’m kidding.” Sam moves opposite him, a move that covers the view of Natasha and T'Challa. Steve mentally thanks him. “Come on, you idiot. Who are you trying to fool? It’s so obvious that you have feelings for her.”

“What? No! I… no”, Steve tries to deny, surprised that his heart rate has accelerated. He doesn’t know what to say, he isn’t only fooling Sam but also himself. “We’re just friends.”

“Say what you want but you better ask Natasha to dance with you before the cat lover does.”

Steve listens to him. He raises his glass, drinks the champagne in one gulp, then hands it to Sam and heads toward the flirting couple.

Meanwhile, Natasha smiles at her companion. Having had a few drinks, talking to the King comes at ease. She jokes with him, smiles at him with that signature smirk. She feels relaxed. She is trying to make use of this evening as much as she can.

“So just like that, when you heard the truth, you abandoned the desire for revenge and admitted your mistake? Not only that, you let Bucky live here. It’s very nice of you. You are a really forgiving and mature man”, she says with admiration. “Many men should stride to be like you. My former lover, who I would have done anything for, left me behind without even saying goodbye. Love sucks. You think you love someone because you are both very similar, but it’s your similarity that causes the rift.”

“Too many drinks, Natasha,” Steve says as he is suddenly beside her. Overthrown by the surprise she jerks back. Steve quickly catches her. She looks at him for a moment before coming to the conclusion that he looks very sexy in that suit. “You wouldn’t mind, Your Highness, if I have a moment with her?”

“No, of course not. It was a pleasure to talk to you, Miss Romanoff. You’re in good hands now, I believe.”

T'Challa walks over to his other guests. Natasha grabs Steve by his arm and pulls into the middle of the room.

“I’m not going anywhere until you dance with me,” she demands, throwing her arms around his neck. He slides his arm around her waist as they begin to sway to the slow song. Steve can’t help but smile when he looks down to see Nat looking at him so intensely. “Finally a grin. I don’t like seeing you sad.”

“I am not sad, Natasha. I just think that this party wasn’t a good idea,” he explains, unable to take his eyes off her green alluring orbs. “So much is happening right now. The government is looking for us, we shouldn’t be bringing all this attention,” he whispers. “Besides, Bucky is gone again and most of all Tony is hurt by me. So you see, I’m not in the mood to fun”, he says with a exasperated sigh.

He twirls her off her feet. After a while, she places her head against his chest, directly against his heart. For a moment they embrace each other, listening to the music and the rhythm of their hearts.

“And that is exactly why this is a good time to party. We are all devastated by the fight. At least this evening we can drink, dance and forget about reality of our situation. Stop worrying, Steve. Just for today.” Her soothing, sensual voice is caressing him. Steve closes his eyes and pulls her closer. “Forget about the government. Forget the accords. Forget everything. Forget about all of these people around us. Its just us here. And the music. It plays just for us. Just you and me.”

Natasha clings onto his body more, and realises that this moment won’t last forever. She knows that people are looking at them, since they came to Wakanda everyone is interested in them. But she doesn’t care. For the moment she only cares about Steve holding her, his scent that smells of cedar and musk, and the sound of his heartbeat.

Steve opens his eyes, takes her hand and without a word heads to the exit. Natasha doesn’t protest, being in a trance, and follows him obediently. After a while they enter a terrace. Natasha takes off her heels, Steve leans on the railing and inhales the breeze of the night. Both looking at the cloudless sky covered with stars. Natasha’s alcohol-indused haze has subsided.

“Thank you for being here” Steve says, breaking the silence whilst turning to look at her. “You could be in any other place in the world and you chose to be with me, here in Wakanda.”

“I chose you,” Natasha states, leaning into him. “I’m here for you because I know that you need true friends by your side, who would never turn away from you. I’m here also for myself. I don’t want to be alone.”

“I noticed that you got along well with T'Challa,” he says, immediately regretting his words. He doesn’t want to sound jealous. “Do you like him?”

“I do”, she answers, followed by fits of laughter. “Oh Rogers, there’s nothing between us. He’s a man of honor, friendly but he’s not my type.”

A huge relief has left him. He turns his head to look at the beautiful view of Wakanda. But he cannot hide his emotions as he smiles widely.

“So who is your type? Banner?”

“That is a finished chapter.” The wind blows her hair. Her body shuddering as a result of the cold air. Steve noticing this takes off his jacket and wraps it around Natasha. She smiles at him gratefully. “Thanks you, distinguished senior citizen. What about you? Sam told me about you and Sharon.”

For a moment, there’s a sad look on her face at the thought of Steve with that woman. She quickly masks herself with a look of amusement. It was many months ago now that she had told him to pursue Sharon. Now that it has happened, she is fearful.

“I am going to kill Sam. Lately, he has been a little too invested in my love life.” Steve sighs heavily. Natasha giggles forcefully. Steve clears his throat. “I just… Sharon is amazing but I’m not sure if that relationship is what I really want.”

Natasha covers herself tightly with his jacket, engulfing her senses with Steve’s scent. She rests her back against the railing and watches as Steve walks around. His crisp white shirt emphasing all his god givenly glorified muscles. His face overshadowed by a look of seriousness. At one point he licks his lips, stops. He stares at Natasha, who maintains eye contact with him.

“You need to be more open to new things, Steve”, she begins to say depsite what her heart wants. She doesn’t want to push Steve into a relationship with Sharon but it’s what will save him from herself. She wants him to be happy, even if the result is her being lonely. “She can make you happy.”

Steve takes a few steps towards her, subtly moving a strand of red hair that has fallen against her face. She feels his gentle and warm touch as he tucks the strand behind her ear. She doesn’t want this feeling to stop. This feeling that has errupted fireworks inside her. She wants to feel his touch on her neck, face, everywhere. When Steve removes his hand, she wonders if she should make a move. Tell him what she feels to him, or show him how she feels. She doesn’t do anything. She just stays motionless. Trying to steady her breathing and hide what his presence does to her. Love is for children.

“Perhaps”, Steve whispers.

Emotions take control over him. He leans towards Natasha, placing his hand in her hair, he passionately places his lips over hers.

Without hesitation she kisses him back, closing her eyes and putting her hands om his cheeks. Their lips molding into each other. Her sweet lips inviting Steve as he deepens the kiss. This delicate kiss turns into a lust fuelled make out session. His huge, manly hands roaming all over her body and then finally resting on her hips. She hoists herself up and wraps her legs tighly around his waist, without interrupting the kiss.

“Someone can see us here,” he mumbles into her mouth, only to have her deepen the kiss. Eager for his touch. “Nat, I…”

“I know you want it,” she interrupts him. She feels the abyss behind her, but she knows that with how tight Steve is holding her, he will never let her fall. She looks into his eyes and tries to smile. “I suppose you think it’s a bad time and that there are more important things on your mind. Think about yourself, Steve. For once, think about what you want. As I said before, just allow yourself to forget about everything. Just you and me, okay?”

Her words calm Steve down. He knows that when he is with Natasha he can be relaxed. He can forget about the disbanded SHIELD, about Tony and the accords. At the same time, he makes Natasha forget about all the bad things she has done, he makes her feel loved and appreciated. She forgets about the red room, about the red flooding her ledger, about the government chasing her. When their lips meet again, there’s no reality. Just the two of them.


*An hour has passed*

“So what’s next?” Steve asks, as they walk through a long, empty corridor to their rooms. They hold hands without worrying that someone would see them. They stop in front of her room and they briefly look at each other in silence. In the end, Natasha smiles flirtatiously.

“I have no idea, Cap. One day, it all will be over. We’ll come back to our live as the Avengers and I don’t know if this, whatever this is between us, will survive. However, I know one thing. You’re my home, Steve, and I’m going to be always by your side.”

“You and me, huh?” he adds with a smile, touched by her warm words.

She opens the door and then turns to Steve. “You don’t think that this party wasn’t a good idea anymore, do you?”

He puts his hand on the door frame.

“This evening has been the most enjoyed by me in a very long time,” he admits.

“It doesn’t need to end now,” Natasha whispers, grabbing his tie, dragging him to her. ‘Well Sam is going to be so annoying when he finds out’ Steve thinks.

The door closes behind them, cutting them off from the outside whole world. Now there is no time to think about what will come of this; they will be back to reality in the morning.

As their lips find their way back to each other, the beautiful night doesn’t end. It has only just begun.

headcanon : There is a boudoir in Skyhold decorated in Val Royeaux fashion to welcome some distinguished guests. Josephine and the Inquisitor sometimes discuss diplomatic concerns juicy rumors while drinking tea and eating biscuits. And Cassandra because why not, it’s a comfortable sofa and nobody will catch her reading here.

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Here’s something you might not have caught, Gravity Falls fans:

The basketball player in Northwest Mansion Mystery is clearly a nod to the University of Oregon Ducks basketball team.

That means this player is likely some college kid, probably a star player if Preston Northwest invited him.

This is something of a clever subtle “joke”: it looks a little silly to see a basketball player spinning a ball as he enters a mansion with other colorful distinguished guests, but in reality this sort of thing happens all the time. Wealthy supporters (“boosters”) of a college team will do all sorts of nice things for a player, often to recruit them or to reward them for excellent play (which is technically illegal). As long as it can’t be proven to have been directly to “pay” the player, the NCAA can’t do much in terms of prosecuting them for infractions (because this sort of thing is very much not supposed to be legal). And in theory, simply doing nice things for someone who happens to be a college athlete without any “Deal” relating to their sports is not officially against the rules. But does anyone doubt that if Preston Northwest is inviting a college athlete from arguably the most prestigious athletics program in the pacific northwest, then he is almost certainly doing it with less than honorable intentions?

And so among the other dark undertones implied about the Northwests (and of course paling in comparison to the major ones relating to Pacifica many fans have been discussing), we can add “crooked collegiate athletics booster”.

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So inspired by this post, I realised a lot of people on here and in the Guild Wars fandom have never seen the Haka, which is the dance the Charr preform. SO I found the more popular Haka, the one preformed by New Zealand’s rugby team the All Blacks before every match. (And the one the Charr’s dance is based on by the looks of things).

“The haka (plural haka, as in Māori, or hakas) is a traditional war cry, dance, or challenge from the Māori people of New Zealand. It is a posture dance performed by a group, with vigorous movements and stamping of the feet with rhythmically shouted accompaniment.[1]War haka were originally performed by warriors before a battle, proclaiming their strength and prowess in order to intimidate the opposition, but haka are also performed for various reasons: for welcoming distinguished guests, or to acknowledge great achievements, occasions or funerals, and kapa haka performance groups are very common in schools.”
(Source)

The lyrics to the above Haka (Known as Ka Mate) are as follows:

“ Ka mate, ka mate!

ka ora! ka ora!

Ka mate! ka mate!

ka ora! ka ora!

Tēnei te tangata pūhuruhuru

Nāna nei i tiki mai whakawhiti te rā

Ā, upane! ka upane!

Ā, upane, ka upane, whiti te ra!”

(Source)

Which is loosely translated in English to:

“ ‘Tis death! ‘tis death! (or: I may die) ’Tis life! ‘tis life! (or: I may live)

’Tis death! ‘tis death! ’Tis life! ‘tis life!

This is the hairy man

Who brought the sun and caused it to shine

A step upward, another step upward!

A step upward, another… the Sun shines!”

(Source)

“Friends, Family, Neighbors, and Distinguished guests, Please do enjoy yourselves, dearies~! Everything is on the house tonight, but box sets and recipes are available for purchase to take home at the end of the night! We will be having live music in a short while! I shall make time for everyone, worry not, my dearies~ huhuhu~!”

Muffet has changed a lot since the underground.

There are many recognizable faces here! Blooky and Shyren are here. Mad Dummy is nearby already enjoying the punch. The entire dog family is here, even Endogeny! Grillby is working the bar, and it looks like Mr. Gerson is already having a pint. Someone has mentioned Mettaton, but he doesn’t seem to be here yet. 

There’s even a bunch of important looking humans here too, but Frisk doesn’t know them. They must be friends of Muffet’s. They seem comfortable surrounded by all these monsters, which is relieving.

So many friends from the underground! Frisk is excited to see everyone again! Chara seems a little nervous though…

//while many characters are present, some are not going to be able to answer questions due to things that will happen in this arc. apologies in advanced!//

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5/9/2016: King Abdullah II and Queen Rania attended the launch of The National Strategy for Human Resources Development, which was held at the King Hussein Business Park in the presence of a number of Royal family members and the prime minister.

The launch of the strategy paves the way for comprehensive development of human resources in line with applicable programs and plans. Her Majesty Queen Rania delivered a speech in which she spoke about education in Jordan and the challenges it faces. (Source: Petra)

Following is the full speech of Her Majesty:

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