Having grown up in DC, statues of various dead guys on horses are basically background radiation, or they were before I became Hamilton trash and started noticing them again. Now it’s like every time I turn around there’s a Founding Father looking at me like I personally disappointed him, and it’s getting a little unnerving.
Although: as a result, I sort of want to write a magical realism thing where that can really happen. Where if you do something they would have disagreed with strongly enough, the statues climb down off their columns and lumber down Mass Ave to the Russell Building or the Capitol, where they stand on the sidewalk, arms crossed, glaring into the window of whoever’s just introduced legislation that offended them. They don’t speak, or attack anyone, or damage anything– well, they do tend to bump their heads on low-handing streetlights, sometimes, but that doesn’t count. Mostly they just stand there, mournful, accusing, for everyone to see.
Sometimes lawmakers can talk them around, convince them they’re not actually betraying the political ideals of their predecessors. Politicians who are good at this tend to have much, much longer careers than the ones who aren’t. Politicians who piss off the wrong statues seldom get reelected.
George Washington rarely budges, and when he does it’s front-page news, nationwide. Madison’s always been easier to talk around than most. Hamilton spend more time off his plinth than on it, but he cools off fast. Jefferson holds grudges, to the point that hardly anyone worries too much about making him mad.
It’s not just politicians, either, and they don’t always come to life in anger. Joan of Arc’s bronze horse will shiver to life in Malcolm X Park, sometimes, and carry her off to join protest marches, when she thinks their cause is just. Gandhi walked with Iraq War protestors. The Spirit of American Womanhood, outside Constitution Hall, danced on the day that Roe v. Wade was decided, and when Obergefell vs. Hodge went through, Eleanor Roosevelt taught a clumsy Lindy to Baron von Steuben.
Lincoln has only risen from his seat once since he was put there in 1922, and that was to nod in solemn approval at LBJ from the White House lawn.
Some cities rarely put up statues, and many have taken theirs down. Paris has a great many artists and writers memorialized, and curiously few politicians. In London, during the Blitz, Nelson shinned down his column to help dig people out of collapsed buildings, until he was broken to pieces himself; he stands atop the column again today, reassembled, but has never moved since. In the last months of the Soviet Union, a desperate Communist Party had the statues of Moscow chained in place. These days, Monument Avenue in Richmond is punctuated with a long series of empty plinths and bare columns.
Liz Forbes never really liked to admit when she was wrong.
After all, being a female Sheriff in charge of a mostly male department wasn’t easy and she’d had to cop a lot of flak from not only her colleagues but from the town people who didn’t like being ordered or arrested by a woman.
So being wrong about something could mean losing what respect and footing she’d gained.
But this time, she would gladly admit she had been wrong all those years ago.
It had been an overcast summer day, raining heavily and she had been watching an afternoon movie in her living room, deliberately pretending to be engrossed in the tv while she was definitely aware that her daughter was in a car parked just a few houses down the street, making out with Niklaus Mikaelson.
Although, that wasn’t what she had been wrong about, after all, anyone could have seen that her daughter and that boy would end up dating, it had been very clear since they were about six years old and Caroline had come home with a Valentine’s Day card that had been an origami heart.
Liz was pretty sure they still had that somewhere around the house.
They’d been inseparable for years- until now.
Klaus had been granted a scholarship and early admissions to Sorbonne University in Paris to study art.
He would be leaving at the end of the summer, which was only another two weeks away.
And Liz had figured that their relationship would survive that.
Being in two different time zones and two different continents?
No matter how much Caroline plotted and planned, Liz had watched the two of them with a sinking heart and guessed that they would drift apart until they stopped making a place for each other in their lives.
And she was sorry for that, because the two of them were so in love that it felt good to see them together.
And when Caroline came home after seeing Klaus off at the airport, three hours late because she hadn’t been able to drive she was crying so hard, Liz felt her own heart break too.
Then had come the postcards, one sent from the airport and arriving almost every day until the mailman was almost as invested in the relationship as she was.
Then one day, not only had the daily postcard arrived, but it had come on top of a thick package from the United Kingdom.
And when Liz had seen the stamp and address, she’d committed a federal crime and opened it.
Inside was a letter congratulating Caroline on having been accepted to study Urban Design at University College London, followed by a long list of the scholarships she had won.
Underneath that, had been the loyalty card that Caroline had already signed up for on a train called the Eurostar, which ran from London straight to Paris in just over two hours.
It’s at this point that she starts to suspect that she had been wrong.
And her heart breaks again at her daughter going so far away to study but when it’s one of the top twenty universities in the world, she can’t stop her, so she and Bill coordinate meeting at a hotel near Richmond airport, taking Caroline out for dinner before seeing her through the gates and then finding an airport lounge to drink and cry with pride over how their baby girl has grown up.
The postcards from Paris don’t stop arriving but the number dies down, Klaus still keeping in touch and postcards from London soon follow, along with skype calls and long emails. From what Liz can gather, every Thursday night (because God forbid humanities students have classes on Fridays) Caroline either catches the train to Paris or Klaus comes to see her in London, and Liz felt sorry for their roommates until she found out that they had their own rooms.
Klaus graduates before Caroline and from what she can gather from her daughter’s email, something about his visa meant he had to go back to America without her because she was finishing exams.
Liz somewhat suspects that is bull and when Klaus turns up on her doorstep looking a little nervous, she finally admits to herself that she had been wrong.
“I think you two should work for a year before getting engaged,” she tells him before he even steps inside, “Have you spoken to Bill?”
He exhales, “I’m seeing him next, I really did have to get my visa sorted out in New York.”
He reaches into his pocket and draws out a blue velvet box,
“I sold a few paintings and bought this for Caroline, do you think she’ll like it?”
Liz notes the Tiffany and Co stamp, opens the lid and swallows her shriek at the square cut diamond in the platinum band.
Damn, her daughter knew how to pick ‘em.
She manages to hold herself together long enough to hug the poor boy and until she gets a call from Bill where he mutters that he wish Steven had bought him a ring like that.
She feels as though she wants to cry but can’t stop smiling.
She manages both when a year later, on Christmas Eve, Caroline surprises her with a visit back home and practically bounces through the door with the engagement ring on her finger.
And Liz Forbes had honestly never been so glad to be wrong about something.
Omg I love that modern dates answer haha what else did she say? About nessian and also about the other couples?? What would their date be like??
Here is how the modern date conversation went down!
Tristan (me): “Hey Sarah do you mind me asking what would be the perfect modern-day dates for the ACOMAF couples?”
Sarah: Ooh! That’s an interesting question I never really thought of before! Let me think here…*ponders* I can see Rhysand taking Feyre on a private jet ride to Paris where they would visit the Louvre and see the famous artwork inside. It would be romantic as they walked down the city streets and eventually wind up at the Eiffel Tower-
Josh (Sarah’s Husband): *teasing tone* Maybe I should be taking notes so I know where to take you for a date?
Sarah: *laughs* You definitely should! I wouldn’t mind a trip to Paris!
Sarah and Josh: *Continue to tease each other about dates AKA all around cuteness!*
Sarah: That reminds me! Lucien and Elain would go to London and tour through the gardens before making their way out to the countryside. They are pretty much happy to be out in nature the most.
Sarah: And for Cassian and Nesta they would go to a private island or the Maldives where they would have some quality alone time if you know what I mean. *insert suggestive look*
Tristan: *laughs* Oh yes! I can imagine them “venting anger” towards each other on the island!
Sarah: *chuckles* Oh my goodness yes! They would have a LOT of time to “vent that anger” alone together!
wow don't you love how sameer and charlie are gay for eachother wow
binch i know……
remember when sammy was watching charlie sing with a fond look on his face
and when they liberated the village and charlie was trying to take out the sniper but his aim was off because of his ptsd…… and sammy cared more about calming him down then rushing him to take the shot. “it’s ok charlie just breathe. relax.”
wow can’t believe sammy and charlie moved in together after the war and charlie sung to sammy every night and they had a long happy life together in london.
Ariana cancelled her London, Belgium, Poland, Germany, and Switzerland shows and this is her first back after the Manchester Terrorist Attack. I wont be posting the Manchester changes now. But here are the Paris ones wherein she did so so well.
The Way ft. Mac Miller
Dang! ft. Mac Miller
Somewhere Over The Rainbow
The burnt orange moon jumpsuit and white moon boots is here to stay in replacement for the baggy pants
The Manchester ribbon was the visual for Somewhere Over The Rainbow
Fans during soundcheck sang ‘La Vie en Rose’ to Ariana and she started crying
She got too emotional during One Last Time to sing most of it but the crowd was loud and supportive
Ariana dedicated One Last Time to ‘’her 22 angels’’
The roads surrounding the venue were reportedly closed for safety reasons
Security was strict in patting down fans
Security handed out water to fans at the front of the stage
Remember when I said I’d write that super long fanfic that would “conclude” Connor’s story? Well this is it. Takes place shortly after the events of AC3 and details the later half of Connor’s life including his victories, struggles, the allies/enemies he made, and how he changed the assassin/templar conflict during the late 18th and early 19th century.
Any and all feedback is much appreciated and if anyone has suggestions about what exactly they want to see in this series, don’t hesitate to let me know!
So cy!! Come on give us your entire opinion on her look HAIR makeup all of it! I'm dying to hear
OBSESSED! I’ve been telling you guys I want her to cut her hair short for months now, the bob is such a beautiful look on her, I almost wish it was shorter but for what she’s doing tonight it’s perfect. Really, really, happy she debuted her new hair at an event, too, I loove when celebs do that. I love that it was down and not pulled back in anyway, it was so chic and fitting for the vibe and something new but still safe.
Not much to say here. It’s a super, simple glam. The natural look we’re use to with her. I really wish she had done a dramatic dark eye, maybe smokey, to bring out her green/blue colour like I think that would’ve really made her face pop even more but helloooo fuck her face tonight was about that BODY.
FIRST OF, BIIIIITCH, THAT BODY. She looks amazing, the whole suit fits her perfectly no wonder she went to multiple fittings and had to be the last out. I think the faux low back (because there’s a nude/sheer mesh going up to her neck) is so iconic, I love it to death, and I think she looks so tall and fit in it. Like tight, tight looks can be so awful but it fits her in all the right ways and I think that has to do with whatever metal wiring he has over it, like I think it’s so cool and unique. I love that she’s fucked doubling it up with Bulgari bracelets, too! Like that little detail I felt was nice. Love the sharp red nails, too.
It doesn’t really fit the theme but compared to the others it’s one of the best fitting, she didn’t wear a damn prom dress like 90% of the women there tonight and she didn’t look ugly like 90% of the people who nailed the them. It’s a good meeting ground. Love that she wore a full body suit instead of a dress all together, too. Immediately makes her look stand out, imo.
She was eyecatching and I’m glad she has her “Cannes moment” for 2016 down already. Another reminder to keep an eye on Bella Hadid and I’m glad to see it was Wang and to see him iteract with her, he seems to really like her so I hope that’s a sign he’ll use her more for his line, because would be amazing if she could get set with a US designer like she’s already got Karl plugging her for Fendi in Milan, Dior in Paris, and who cares about London, sorry.
DEAR LORD. She was stunting so hard- the twirling and smiling, she didn’t make one sour puss expression the entire time, like truly looked so happy and was serving killer looks. She was giving off such positive, effortless, and confident vibes in her attitude alone that we didn’t even need the faux-nude, skin tight cat suit to know she was feeling the fuck out of herself.
Imma give tonight a 10. Like the outfit is, admittedly, not my favourite thing but I think for this event, the styling of it, her fucking snatched body, and her own energy made up for it not being as wild as I wanted for this event but she brought a new Bella out into public view and I really can think of so little that would make it better.
Brace up for the Fashion that can’t fall down. Brace yourselves, ladies. For gentlemen, they’re out. Almost as out as knickerbockers and woolly combinations. But for ladies, braces are back, and nearly as in as the knickers which Paris presented recently. But whereas grandad probably thought five bob quite pricey enough for his, this female version in gilt chain attached to a black Corfam belt will set the fair sex back all of £11. But then, they’re pretty exclusive braces - all the way from Paris House, London, Belt Makers (and perhaps braces makers?) By appointment to the Royal Family. After spending £11 on the braces it doesn’t leave a girl much over for the other clothing essentials. Still, see-through and nudity being all the rage, there’s an easy solution. If your garden’s sheltered, wear them with jeans as the next most daring thing to a to. August 8, 1969
this day in 1950, the acclaimed English writer George Orwell died in
London aged 46. He was born in 1903 as Eric Arthur Blair in Motihari,
India, as his father was a colonial civil servant there, though moved to
England while still an infant. The aspiring writer penned his first
poem when he was four years old, and had his first poem published in a
newspaper at age eleven. Blair studied at the prestigious Eton school,
and went on to work for the imperial police in Burma. After he returned
to England, he adopted the pseudonym George Orwell and published his
first book - Down and Out in Paris and London - in
1933. Even in his early works Orwell demonstrated a keen interest in
political issues, and offered a sharp critique of the British class
system and colonialism. In 1936 he joined the international brigades
fighting in the Spanish Civil War on the side of the Republicans,
against the fascist Francisco Franco. He was injured in the fighting in
Spain, and his health didn’t improve when he returned to England, where
he was diagnosed with tuberculosis. He continued to write, and worked
for the BBC for a couple of years as a propagandist during the Second
World War, before resigning in 1943. It was after he left the BBC that
Orwell wrote his two most famous works - Animal Farm (1945), and Nineteen Eighty-Four (1949).
The former is an allegorical satire of the Soviet Union, as while a
socialist himself, Orwell had become disillusioned with Stalin’s
betrayal of communist ideals. The latter is a dystopian novel, set only
thirty-five years after it was written, that envisioned a world
characterised by excessive government control and curtailment of civil
liberties. This novel introduced several phrases into the lexicon that
are still used today, including ‘Big Brother’, ‘doublethink’, 'Room
101’, and 'thought-police’. Orwell achieved great success with these two
works, but sadly lost his ongoing struggle with tuberculosis in 1950.
“He who controls the past controls the future. He who controls the present controls the past.” - George Orwell, Nineteen Eighty-Four
“All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others.” - George Orwell, Animal Farm
Karen Harvey, “The History of Masculinity, circa 1650-1800″ in Journal of British Studies 44 (2005): 309.
Look we all know about John “Homosocial” Laurens, can someone just give me the fic or art with the above going down? A bunch of the aides-de-camp, a bottle of something strong, one of them sitting up on the table to read aloud from a pamphlet he saved; round-robining smut on the fly while dead tired and drained, taking a break at their desks from the monotony of writing, trying to outdo each other with how over the top they can make it; comparing styles across the pond (“Yeah, this is typical London filth, but what’d’you see in Paris?”); Hamilton reusing lines that got a good reaction at the campfire in his letters and hoping he wouldn’t be called out on it or planning on at least being able to let the allusion act as a deflective shield.
One of the worse call I could ever get. I got a call from the principal only to find out London got into fight. My initially thought was it ok so i take Paris to Maj. When I get there London’s in the office, i look at his face to bruises. So I greet the principal and all he could say was that i should just look at the video.
I couldn’t believe it London was being attacking that poor boy , could’ve changed colors how pissed off I was. The principal let him go to class considering it was there last week at school.
So when London got home his dad and I were waiting. We broke down to London how serious bullying could be an how he’s gonna apologize for what he’s done. We also told him how grounded he was when he’s at both houses. But you best believe he got a whooping of the century for this one. And if he does it the U.S marines are gonna have to pull me away.
He looked at his reflection in the dressing room mirror. So far
the entire shopping experience had been a nightmare, and he was grateful that
Sara had offered to help him out. For the first time, he understood exactly how
Diana had felt a century ago in London when Etta had taken her to get proper
“Well at least the clothes aren’t all that different,” he
said as he stepped out wearing a pair of jeans and a button-down shirt. The last
bit Sara had insisted on picking out for him was a leather bomber jacket. It
was the only part of the outfit that felt normal. “You think she’s nearby?”
“According to Gideon she’s in Paris.” The blonde stuck a
ticket into his hand. He was still reeling at how expensive his clothes were,
and when he saw the amount for the plane ticket he gasped. “One-way ticket for
you. You’ll find her, Steve.”
The plane was incredible. Nothing like he used to fly, and
he spent the hours reading on the tablet Ray gave him on the Waverider after
the Atom showed him how to make the device work. He was thankful for it too,
since it was the best way he had to catch up on some of the century he’d
Paris looked a hell of a lot less different than he expected
it to. He took a cab from the airport to the Louvre, and after paying for his
ride, he stood in front of the glass pyramid with a confused look on his face.
He had no idea who thought the thing belonged in the midst of centuries of
beautiful architecture. “Well that’s hideous.”
I really like the small details in Assassin’s Creed: Things like the facial expressions characters make when fighting, Ezio’s subtle flick of his cape over his shoulder, the way Haytham and Connor will shield their eyes when they walk through the rain, Arno drinking coffee at the Café Théâtre or leaning over his balcony to look out at Paris down below, the carriage drivers waving to one another as they pass each other by in London… it’s small details like this which didn’t need to be added to the games, but for someone like me who loves these little intricacies it gives the games a wonderful personal touch and ultimately makes them so much better for me because of it.
These are almost all editions in my Orwell collection! I have one more that isn’t included, though, which is Decline of the English Murder in the Penguin Great Ideas series. Since I’m about to write a term paper about this British writer, the picture above is also a sort of currently-reading/to-read pile for me :)
5. Books or authors that influenced your style the most.
I think I didn’t realise until writing Blackbird what a big influence George Orwell has been on me, in particular the way he has in his books of memoirs like Homage to Catalonia or Down and Out In Paris and London of juxtaposing awful things with really, really funny jokes or observations.
I’m also heavily influenced by poetry, both in terms of language/imagery and in getting the right kind of cadence and rhythm to my writing. Some poets I find myself revisiting a lot are Carol Ann Duffy, Alice Oswald, Carl Phillips and T.S. Eliot.
30. Favorite line you’ve ever written.
Man this is a tricky one… I think at the moment, at least, it has to be:
There was streetlight trapped like gold in every softly-falling snowflake, like the promise of thaw and the summer rains to come, like a love that had sparked to life in the depths of the world’s darkest winter and burned on defiantly, still believing in the spring.
I reworked it about a million times and finally got it to say exactly what I wanted it to.
“The mistake you make, don’t you see, is in thinking one can live in a corrupt society without being corrupt oneself. After all, what do you achieve by refusing to make money ? You’re trying to behave as though one could stand right outside our economic system. But one can’t. One’s got to change the system, or one changes nothing.”