down with empire up with spring

anonymous asked:

Person a tripping in the street and person b whomst is a stranger to them catches them and accidentally dips them ( like the dance thing u know)

Justin Oluransi likes to walk, and being in this city so far has been nothing but walking.

Walking from the subway to the hotel to the pharmacy back to the hotel, then to the hospital in the morning for his interview and from there to the deli for an early lunch then back to the hotel and then just - out to explore midtown.

New York City is all. walking. all. the. time. And it’s beautiful clear weather on a breezy spring midmorning.

He loves it.

It’s like a dance, weaving between the many pedestrians, pausing for cars in the street but not waiting for the signal to turn green, picking up the pace to get away from the creepy dude following too closely, and then slowing down to enjoy the atmosphere - suddenly halting to catch his breath when he turns a corner and sees the Empire State Building.

What a sight, what a rush, what a thrill! The only thing missing would be a -


A man bumps into him from behind so hard he’s twisted around and Justin’s glad he’s got quick reflexes because otherwise the man would have hit the concrete with the back of his head.

Instead, Justin has an arm under his shoulders and the other hand gripping the man’s waist tight to keep him cradled against his chest.

Wide green eyes stare up at him, and for a moment Justin can’t think. Those eyes are mesmerizing - they’re beautiful, soft, sweet. Justin’s lost in them.

It takes a moment for him to register that the other man’s hands are both gripping his arm tight, fingers digging into the light fabric of his favorite salmon hoodie, and he realizes he should help the man back to his feet.

“Sorry,” Justin says, pulling him into an upright position and letting his hands linger on the other man’s biceps for a moment to make sure he can support his own weight just fine.

“Chyeah, no, please, I’m sorry, I just, uh -” The other man is fumbling for words, running his hands over himself and then reaching up to right the cap on his head. “My legs don’t always send letters of intent to my brain, so sometimes my body wants to keep a pace and my legs just like - bolt for no apparent reason and I tumble over myself like a newborn fawn and it’s not - uh..”

He finally looks up and meets Justin’s gaze and for a moment Justin thinks he might lose himself in those beautiful eyes again, but the other man seems to suddenly regain control of himself upon catching sight of him. He straightens and stands taller, pulling at the hem of his t-shirt and licking his lips.

Justin does,, not follow the movement. Nope.

The other man clears his throat. “That wasn’t very chill of me.”

Justin laughs and the other man smiles softly in response.

“That’s ok,” Justin says. And then, because this man is really beautiful and Justin has never passed up an opportunity to flirt with beautiful people, he says “I was just thinking about how walking around here is like dancing, and then you waltzed into my arms for one heck of a grand finale.”

That gets a surprised laugh and a hint of a blush creeping on his cheeks, Justin can tell.

God, this man is beautiful.

“I’m Justin,” he says, extending his hand forward.

“Derek,” the other man - Derek - says.

When their palms meet Justin has to will himself not to stare at the way they fit in each other so well, or how they look clasped like that, or how long Derek’s fingers are.

“So uh,” Derek says, pulling his hand away but letting his fingers trail along Justin’s just slightly. “You pick up dance partners on 6th Av often?”

“Shit, is that the street this is? I thought I was on Broadway?”

He has to look around for a second, because if he got lost he has no idea how he’s gonna get back to the hotel and he cant handle being lost right now.

But Derek’s easy laugh flows over him, as does his gentle touch on his shoulder to draw Justin’s attention back to him.

“Yeah, Broadway’s right here. It just intersects here, see.” He’s pointing out all the street signs around them. “You probably just walked one block this way without realizing.”

“God, I’m such a tourist.”

Derek laughs again, and Justin loves how it sounds. “That’s alright, so’s everyone else.”

“You’re not from here either?”

“Oh no, I was born and raised on the Upper East Side. But everyone’s a tourist in this city bro, even the locals. Tourism is a state of mind.”

Justin lets that hover in the air for a moment. He watches Derek’s face and the way he seems so much more collected now, so much more in control and - chill.

“I’d love to have a five hour conversation with you about that one sentence.”

“No shit?”

“No shit.” Justin revels in the curious look adorning Derek’s face and asks “Where can we get coffee and talk into the sunset?”

Derek smirks and Justin can feel in his bones that he is not going to make the flight home tonight.

But that’s ok, maybe he won’t go home. Maybe he’ll stay in this city, take that position at the hospital, and maybe… maybe he’ll have Derek show him around in the meantime.

prepare4trouble  asked:

title thing: "Socks in the Springtime." (I know it's random, it's pomrania's fault! ;-) )

Leia likes to knit. She doesn’t get to do it often, because there’s always so much work that needs to be done, but whenever she finds the time, she knits.

It’s set not long after the fall of the Empire, on a rare free day. She, Han, and Luke are on Naboo, enjoying the spring season and the mild, pleasant weather that comes with it. They’ve brought a picnic lunch up to a grassy hill that overlooks a sparkling lake, and when they sit down to eat Leia pulls out her current knitting project, which is nearly finished, and begins working on it.

Luke sees it first. “What’s that?”

Han looks over and tilts his head. “Are those… socks?” he asks. “I, uh, think you made them a little too small.”

Leia sets the socks down gently in her lap, and explains that yes, they’re small, but they’re small on purpose; she’s made them for the newest member of their family.

Send me a made-up fic title and I’ll tell you what I would write to go with it!

On a bright spring day a 12-year-old girl called Vartoughy was cleaning her porch when she saw a bird’s nest. Reaching up with her broom handle, the young Armenian knocked it down and swept it away. A neighbour was watching and chided her. “How would you feel if someone pushed you out of your home?”

A few weeks later all of the Armenians in Everek – which was then part of the Ottoman empire – would be told they had to leave.

December 31st, 1914 - Looking Back on 1914

Pictured - A German’s grave in East Prussia.

By the end of 1914, the war had taken hold of Europe.  Children in London told a tongue-twister that began “Sister Susie’s sewing shirts for soldiers,” and British soldiers in Flanders sang deprecating songs about trench life.  It was clear to all that the war had no end in sight.  Europe went to war confidently in August, but now it was trapped in a nightmare from which it could not awaken.

The Second World War began relatively slowly - after the invasion of Poland, an admittedly bloody affair, the combatants settled down and no further major combat occurred until France was invaded in the spring of 1940.  In contrast, the First World War opened up in full intensity.  The German invasion of Belgium and the Schlieffen Plan had almost captured Paris, until the miracle of the Marne turned the Germans back and established the lines of trenches, creating a stalemate.  In the east, the Russians had suffered massive defeats to the Germans but won correspondingly large victories over the Austro-Hungarian Empire.  Battles raged not only in France, Belgium, and Poland, but all throughout the world - from China in the east to the South Atlantic in the west.

1914 was the bloodiest year of the Great War.  The French alone lost 300,000 dead and 600,000 wounded by the end of the war’s first 6 months - more losses than either Britain, France, or the United States would suffer in the entire Second World War.  August 22nd, 1914, was the bloodiest day of the war.  The casualty figures were the results of old military tactics meeting a new, industrial method of warfare.  The immense amount of change that had already occurred between August and December was astonishing.  What had begun as a quick war of mobility and marching armies devolved into a war of trenches, a siege along the entire Western Front.

Image Source: Det stora världskriget vol. II, p. 574.