‘The Shire was divided into four quarters, the Farthings already referred to. North, South, East, and West; and these again each into a number of folklands, which still bore the names of some of the old leading families, although by the time of this history these names were no longer found only in their proper folklands. Nearly all Tooks still lived in the Tookland, but that was not true of many other families, such as the Bagginses or the Boffins. Outside the Farthings were the East and West Marches: the Buckland and the Westmarch added to the Shire in S.R. 1462.“
"The Shire at this time had hardly any ‘government’. Families for the most part managed their own affairs. Growing food and eating it occupied most of their time. In other matters they were, as a rule, generous and not greedy, but contented and moderate, so that estates, farms, workshops, and small trades tended to remain unchanged for generations.”
Dear Scorpio, you never cease to amaze me, the amount you love and care for others is remarkable. Please look after yourself though, in helping others you’ve forgotten to let yourself heal.
Dear Sagittarius, it isn’t worth stressing about, I promise. Everything will sort itself out if only you give it enough time.
Dear Capricorn, don’t count yourself out before the race has begun. You have magic in you my dear.
Dear Aquarius, the type of snow that swirls peacefully and freezes time. The final five minutes of your favourite film. Coffee with a loved one. You too are the very best the world has to offer, don’t let anyone make you feel you’re worth less.
Dear Pisces, with a running start nothing is impossible. Take a deep breath, swallow your fear and go get them. The world if waiting for you.
Dear Aries, this is not permanent. Everyone stumbles when climbing a mountain. Things will get easier and the storm will pass.
Dear Taurus, your smile is infectious and the world could use a few more reasons to smile right now. Let yourself be comfortable and grateful for the love that surrounds you and others will follow.
Dear Gemini, nobody likes to be criticized, but you cannot go on the defensive every time anyone points out a problem. A little spilled milk is not worth an argument. Apologize and move on.
Dear Cancer, find joy in the way the world is beginning to light up around you. Take the scenic route to enjoy the view and find time to breath a little. You deserve it.
Dear Leo, I hope your bones have finally begun to feel like home. Be kind to yourself.
Dear Virgo, it’s wonderful to see you so happy again. I’ve missed your laughter and the warmth of your company. You have no idea how wonderful it is for the people who get to call you a friend.
Dear Libra, don’t let insecurity make you petty. You get to decide where you stand with people, should you choose to walk by without glancing in the way of familiar faces then there may be no going back.
“Always post these rules
Answer the questions given by the person who tagged you
Write 11 questions of your own
Tag 11 people”
I was tagged by @killborne who is a kickass human!
1. Name your top five favourite video games. If you don’t play video games, name your top five favourite films.
The Last of Us (bring on the heavy looking sequel!!), Secret of Mana (classic), Horizon: Zero Dawn (everything I ever wanted in a game), Silent Hill 2 (the ending to this one… ugh!), aaaaaaand Castlevania: Symphony of the Night (so many hours… gone)
Honorable mention; Dead Space 2 (Isaac Clark is too badass) 2. What’s a pet peeve you have?
Entitled middle aged white people. Mostly men. Vague I know. 3. Sci fi or fantasy?
Sci-fi please! Give me a space opera any day! 4. One memory that makes you smile
I have two in fact; the birth of my sons 😊 5. What are three things that you are proud of?
Both of my sons (sentimental dad here), and my cooking. 6. Last person you spoke to?
My youngest son, who is currently helping me here 😄 7. Do you believe in ghosts?
Yes I do, and we were visiting a location today where we had an experience with a ghost a couple of years ago (Swan View Tunnel outside of Perth). No activity today though. 8. What are you looking forward to?
Visiting Japan in late Feb 2018! Psyched!! 9. Egyptian or Greek mythology?
Of the limited knowledge I have, Egyptian. 10. If you were reincarnated, what would you come back as?
Oh… a crow. Or a wolf. 11. What’s a song that marks a particular time in your life?
Many Shades of Black by The Raconteurs. It was an epiphany to a rough break-up.
1. Punk or Metal?
2. Who would win a race between The Flash and Superman?
3. What is a dish/recipe you can make better than even the gods themselves?
4. What is your favourite gemstone?
5. Where in the world would you choose to retire?
6. Who in your life deserves a goddamn trophy for being so goddamn awesome?
7. What song will you almost always shake your ass to?
8. Sunset or sunrise?
9. If you could successfully BBQ anything using an active volcano, would you?
10. What movie makes you tear up even slightly?
11. Bill Murray or Jeff Goldblum?
Name your top five favourite video games. If you don’t play video games, name your top five favourite films.
In no particular order: 1. Final Fantasy X (this would actually be top if i had to choose a best game) 2. Donkey Kong Country 2: Diddy’s Kong Quest (fucking iconic) 3. Final Fantasy XIII (Everyone says the game was boring but i think it’s perf) 4. Bloodborne 5. Life Is Strange
What’s a pet peeve you have?
people coming inTO THE OFFICE AT WORK AND JUST BEING LIKE “hows it going, fellas?” AND WALKING STRAIGHT OUT LIKE WHY DID YOU BOTHER COMING IN AND ASKING ME ANYTHING IF YOU DON’T ACTUALLY CARE WHAT THE RESPONSE IS. JEsus ChrIST I HATE IT
Sci fi or fantasy?
Fantasy or die trying.
One memory that makes you smile
I think one of my most nostalgic memories is all the nights in early high-school that I spent playing Maplestory on my parents shitty computer up stairs. I’d love to draw that memory because honestly it’s so nostalgic and powerful to me.
What are three things that you are proud of?
1. How far I’ve come in life. 2. My Personality / Humor (I’m fucking amazing if you didn’t know already?) 3. My ability to challenge myself constantly and self-check like 24/7
Last person you spoke to?
Some loser named James.
Do you believe in ghosts?
I kinda do? I’ve never seen any that I recall but sometimes I swear I’ve felt a presence. I at least would like to believe there’s more to our world than we can see.
What are you looking forward to?
Sooshi and Ruples, Starting my new job. Earning more money. Finally buying the things that I’ve been putting off for ages because of more money.
Egyptian or Greek mythology?
I’ll have to go with Greek simply because I know more about it. But that Egyptian aesthetic is primo tho.
If you were reincarnated, what would you come back as?
If the universe was cruel, probably a cockroach. (hate those bastards) If the universe was nice? I don’t know.
I kind of hope I’d come back as somebody who is born into a position of power so that I could use that position to create more positive change in the world. Currently I’m just a privileged white guy who doesn’t really have that much influence on social issues (though I do try). I guess when you think about it I already tick most of the boxes for being influential though haha.
Honestly this song is the first thing that comes to mind when I think of something that is representative of a period in my life. I had like a period of my life where I was depressed for about a year and this song always made me sad. The first half of the song is the only bit worth listening to. Always skip the second half. Second half just ruins the sad mood.
But I came out the other end of it better for the experience. Still makes me feel a bit sad today haha.
I like answering questions but I cbf making my own. Also I don’t have anyone to tag so enjoy reading my responses at least.
Summary: Dan goes to a school for spies, he’s not supposed to be noticed, not supposed to be given a second glance, but Phil seems to see him, actually see him, and not just his cover.
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“Alright” The voice rang out, cutting through the air. The wind whipped once more, grabbing the last bit of the word and taking it for itself. Dan pulled his coat around himself, but it wasn’t his coat. Those weren’t his shoes either, that wasn’t his shirt, and those definitely were not his glasses. It was all just a costume, a disguise, clothes picked with an aim in mind. To blend in, to become your surroundings, to be as plain as the day around you. Dan was already a natural at being plain, his hair a patent sort of brown, with eyes to match, his features proportional and unpretentious, it wasn’t the sort of face you looked at twice.
1062. A dedicated group of muggleborn students dedicate all their free time to creating charms that produce hyper-realistic Halloween illusions, which randomly wander the halls, all themed around their favourite films.
The morning is when she lingers. It’s before the world wants anything from her and that’s when she’s most beautiful. It’s true that not many saw her like that but I can’t say I was the only one. Even though we each have our own beginnings, mornings like this were shared between us all.
She used to tell people that it was like the world was drawn with a dull piece of charcoal. That was before me. Now that she sees things my way, everything makes a little more sense. This is me. If I’m meant for anything, it’s to show her the world. Is that so bad? The quiet morning like the many before it, calm and comfortable, but comfort can terribly blinding. The difference with this particular morning is in a call. She smiles, for who? I can’t see anymore.
She tells me she wants to be a raindrop. She doesn’t mind falling as long as she’s not alone and raindrops are never alone. She always had a new story to tell me: today it’s about being a raindrop. I wish I could’ve been there cause stories aren’t always enough and words can only go so far. This is me. Sometimes I wonder if she’s still talking to me or if I’m just eavesdropping. It used to be everyday, sometimes for hours, sometimes for minutes. Healthy relationships are based on communication but her words however sweet and real sounds so distant and now, they float pass me effortlessly as if they were meant for someone else.
She must know what she does to me; her every touch, every time she holds my hands, every time she hold me close. This is me. If you hold my hand I’ll be yours forever. A simple promise, that’s all I can offer. Is it enough? It may be too late for me, it may be too late.
Anyone can look from a distance. A stranger can look from a distance, what’s so special about that? But, to know her scent is something else. It means we’ve been close, closer than anyone else. I dare say I’m lucky but when she doesn’t want me, when she’s away and it’s just her scent with me, I can only feel forgotten. This is me, left behind. Am I the stranger now?
There are those nights when it’s just two of us and she softly hides in her own thoughts when only one thing seems to melt the cold silence: a kiss. This is me. Ask me what the perfect day tastes like and I’ll say her lips. And she was my first kiss, it has to mean something, something sure and true because a taste of a pure kiss can’t be shared. It’s the dreadfully romantic idea but there can only be one. The question is, am I her only one? I’m afraid the truth will break me, but her kiss is convincing: I’m not her only one.
She said she wanted to be a raindrop and today it finally broke us. She’d found her own to fall with, her own to fall for.