four staircase

Sol LeWitt (1928-2007, American), Wall Drawing No. 373, Lines in Four Directions (equal spacing on unequal walls), black ink on wall (public stairs), 1982/83/2000.The work is located inside Gemeentemuseum Den Haag. Thank You John for this information! Photo by Paul Hoogeveen on Flickr (alias PaulHoo). / Flickr

i love when some abled people act like a disabled person’s neccessities are privileges, or think that a disabled person getting what they need is special treatment.

yes, we have parking spaces, rest rooms, and elevators made for us, and we have accomoddations at work and school, we have a different way of getting around made for us. but the only way someone could see that as special treatment is if they never bothered to ask why we have them.

Because this world was made for abled people, not us, so we need to find a different way of living.

for every 50 abled parking spaces, theres one disabled parking space

for every ten abled bathrooms, theres one disabled bathroom

for every four staircases, theres one disability elevator.

we use them because we HAVE to, because this world was made for abled people, for you, and we dont fit so we get different treatment.

not better treatment, not special treatment, different treatment. it isnt a privilege to be so erased that out of 50 parking spaces, you can only use one that is actually helpful to you.

but my personal fav with a lot of abled people is that they have the world made for them, they have 50 parking spaces to choose from, And they still choose to take the disabled one

they have four staircases made for them, but choose to take the disabled elevator,

they have so many choose from.and they STILL choose to use the disability bathroom.

Abled people have everything made for them, yet some still choose to take what little disabled people have away, because they see our neccessities as a privilege

the life of an abled person is so easy in this aspect that theyll use a disabled parking space, disabled elevator, disabled bathroom because they dont even have to think about the horrible concequences it causes, because their actions wont affect them, but the disabled person who will need that parking, that elevator, that bathroom and not have it,

y'all wanna talk about privilege? about special treatment? well, THAT, my guy, is privilege

Ted Bundy Escape on June 7, 1977

The Pitkin County Courthouse, in Aspen, Colorado from the outside.

Ted’s view before jumping from the second-story window.

Ted Bundy’s escape route from Pitkin County courthouse in Aspen, Colorado. He jumped from 25 feet (7.6 meters) above the ground.

The empty cabin on Conundrum Creek. He used it as a temporary shelter for twenty-four hours.

The staircase inside the courthouse, where Bundy was filmed and photographed after his capture on June 13. Pictures of the stairs then and now :

(Sources : A Visual Timeline, Kevin Sullivan, my books).

Rin Should Keep His Mouth Shut

Hey guys I’m back with a new fanfic!! While scrolling through Tumblr a few days ago I found a headcanon from @ao-no-head-canons that I absolutley loved. This is also for @rinshairpins who rebloged the post for me to see and for @sataniasblog becuase they gave me inspiration for the last part of the story. I hope you guys like it!

Rin was always one to speak before he thinks, he knew his big mouth would get him in trouble one day. What he didn’t expect was it to land him in what he thinks is the most embarrassing thing he’s done yet.

He was making dinner for him and Yukio, moving around the kitchen in a blur of blue and black. The fish was on the frying pan and the rice was about to be finished any minute. Rin seemed like he was dancing as he glided to one end of the room to the next, knowing exactly what he was doing. As he added pepper to the chicken, he was also grabbing garlic off a shelf. The way he cooks makes it look like he could beat Bobby Flay with a hand tied behind his back. The boy was skillfully chopping vegetables for the stir-fry when Kuro decided to nuzzle up on his leg.

“Hey Rin! The food smells delicious!” He was practically drooling at the sight of the fish.

“Thanks buddy,” Rin smiled down at his familiar. “How does this taste?” He scooped a small spoonful of the stir-fry sauce and placed it on the floor. The black cat eagerly licked it clean with a happy purr.

“It’s great! When can we eat?”

“Once Yukio gets back from his mission.”

Kuro leaped up on the counter next to his friend. “But that could take hours! What if I die of starvation before he gets here?” He pouted as Rin poured the chopped vegetables in the pan.

“I think you can last another hour.” He took a pinch of spices and threw it in the pan. “Besides I saw you eat that rat not too long ago.”

“But Riiiin, I’m hungry!” If Rin wasn’t immune to the whining and pouting, he would’ve been putty in Kuro’s paws. The damn cat has mastered the big eyes and sad ears down pat, making getting what he wants a lot easier.

“Not yet,” He picked the cat up and plopped him on the floor. “Now get out of my kitchen before I fry you up.” Kuro yelped and dashed out the door.

While Rin finished dinner his mind drifted to the mission Yukio was on. It was just a simple task, get rid of a demon that has been hiding in someone’s house. They didn’t know what kind of demon it was, but Yukio could handle it and if anything went wrong then Shura would jump in. Those two made a good team.

Rin smiled as he thought of Shura. Ever since they found out she’s been living in their dorm, the three of them have been spending more time together. On some nights she would watch dumb YouTube videos with the twins, on others they would just talk for hours about their day. Rin’s favorite nights are when Shura would be in a good mood and tell them about their father before they go to bed. At times like that, it would remind him of the times Shiro would read him a bedtime story to sleep easier. After every tail of heroism about his father, Rin would sleep like a log the whole night.

Sometimes Rin would wonder if having Shura around is like having a mom. The thought would always leave a tight feeling in his chest, an empty feeling he doesn’t like. Not knowing what a mother’s love feels like is a touchy subject for the twins. They knew Shiro loved them unconditionally, it was enough fit for two parents, but it always felt like something was missing.

While Rin’s thoughts drifted from Shura, to not burning the food, Yukio entered the kitchen looking a little worse for wear. “Nii-san, I’m back.” Once Rin took a look at him, big brother mode kicked in.

“What the hell happened to you?” he shouted while putting the stove on low heat. “You look like you were dragged across Japan!”

Yukio looked down at himself and sighed. His coat was ripped in multiple places and there were mud stains on his pants. His glasses were also broken, one lens was cracked while the other didn’t have lens in the rims. He touched his forehead and found a trail of dried blood. Yukio gave a weak laugh. “Well, turns out it wasn’t a simple mission after all. A horde of Goblins were living in the basement of a newlywed’s house. When I opened the door they all attacked me. The biggest one latched onto my arm and took me for a ride around the block.”

“Damn it Yukio, aren’t you supposed to be the badass top exorcist?”

“I mess up sometimes too, I don’t need you to worry about me.” There was irritation in his voice. “I was completely fine.”

There was something in his eyes that wasn’t right, the blue took a darker shade and made him look more tired. Rin sighed. “Whatever, just get cleaned up. Dinner will be done soon.”

Yukio grunted in response and exited the kitchen.

As Rin set the table, his brother reappeared in a t-shirt and sweatpants, his spare glasses perched on his nose. “Nii-san, how many times have I told you not to leave your dirty clothes in the hallway?”

“I don’t think I can count that high.” He turned to face Yukio. “And what dirty clothes? I did the laundry yesterday.”

Yukio pulled out a chair and sat. “The clothes that I just picked off the staircase.”

“Sorry four-eyes, that was mine,” said Shura as she opened the kitchen door wearing an oversized shirt with a juice box in her hand. “Meant to get those after I was done with my shower.” She shook her short hair and water sprinkled onto Rin.

“When did you get back?” asked Yukio. “I thought you were picking a fight with Mephisto last time I saw you.”

“Yeah I was, but then that jackass poofed away before I could get a good swing on ‘em.” She winked and plopped down on the chair across from him.

Rin placed the rice on the table with a happy smile. “Alright dinner is served!”

“Thank you for the food!”

Just as the three were about to dig in, Kuro flew in from the window, eyes set on the feast. Before he could attack the fish, Shura stuck a butter knife in his path, almost slicing off a whisker. “Hold it cat, me first.” She cut a piece for herself then for the pouting familiar. She smiled as Kuro perked up and nuzzled her hand.

Rin felt his heart swell as he looked around the table. His brother had a soft smile on his face, looking content. Shura was devouring the stir-fry and chicken, looking like she was in heaven. After a huge bite of rice she told Yukio to sit up straight while he ate. This is what he looks forward to the most after the end of a long day, to have this family atmosphere around the dinner table. Rin was staring off into space when Shura poked him with her chopsticks. “Oi, eat. Or else yer food will get cold.”

He nodded with a goofy smile on his face. “So how’d the mission go?”

Yukio swallowed before he spoke. “Well after the goblin took me away, the rest of the exorcist deposed of the remaining nest. Turns out there was a dead rat that made them go ballistic. There were more than one house could shelter, so I had a few of the guys inspect the neighborhood. ”

“What he said,” Shura agreed in between bites of fish.

“What were you doing while my baby brother was being dragged off?” Rin pointed his chopstick towards the girl stuffing her face.

She snorted. “I was fightin’ off the king, the bastard got me good when I wasn’t payin’ attention.” Shura lifted her shirt to reveal a bandaged torso. A sharp feeling shot through Rin’s chest at the sight of the bruises and smaller cuts on her body. He knew she’s been in worse condition than this but it still hurt to see.

“Oi, don’t make that face!” She leaned over the table to flicked his nose. “I’ve taken more beatings than this than you’ll have in yer lifetime.”

Rin rubbed his nose while Yukio snickered next to him. “Oh yeah? What was the worst fight you ever had?”

Shura’s eyes lit up and a smirk made its way on her face. “One training session with yer dad left me in the hospital for a full week. That old man beat my ass into the next lifetime.”

“Yes that was a day to remember.” Yukio smiled at the memory. “I won twenty bucks that day.”

“Only because I was a cocky little shit back then and didn’t have enough experience.”

“Oh please, the only difference between then and now is that you’re taller.”

“Yer better watch it, four-eyes. I could ground you for sassing me back if I wanted to,” Shura’s smirk widened at her triumphant win. “As one-half of yer guardian, I have every right too.”

Yukio frowned at his rice, keeping his mouth shut. Rin laughed at his defeated brother until realization dawned on him. “Wait a minute! He was there to watch?”

“Yup, brat bet me Shiro could beat me in under an hour. It only took him twenty minutes.” She took a sip from her juice box. “I still have the scars to prove it.”

“Aww man! You guys got to hang out with Dad all the time doing badass exorcist stuff!” Rin crossed his arms and pouted like a child.

“If it makes you feel any better, Dad wouldn’t take me on most of his missions because they were too dangerous,” Yukio said in an attempt to cheer the boy up.

“Actually he didn’t take you because he didn’t want you pissing yer pants on the job,” explained Shura.

Rin erupted into laughter while Yukio stuttered in his seat, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. “W-what? That’s n-not true! He was just looking out for my safety!”

“Believe what you want kid.” She took another bite of stir-fry. “But he told me everything. He even said you didn’t stop sleeping with a nightlight until you were twelve.”

“T-that has nothing to do with this!”

Rin laughed harder as the two continued their banter, by the time they were done, Rin had tears in his eyes and a smile on his face.

When dinner finally finished, the three started to clear the table while Rin ranted about Suguro. “I mean the guy is a total jerk! He wouldn’t lend me a pen. A pen! How dumb is that?”

“I can see why he wouldn’t Nii-san,” said Yukio as he started washing the dishes. “You chew on the ends without knowing. It’s kinda gross.”

“Still, the dude has a whole case of pens, he couldn’t spare just one?”

“You’ve been talking about Suguro a lot lately.” Shura pointed a finger at the boy. “You got a crush on him or something?”

Rin stopped dead in his tracks. He hoped she couldn’t hear his heartbeat or else she’d know it picked up speed once she finished that sentence. As he turned to face away from her, a dark blush appeared on his face. “W-what? No! I hate the guy. He’s the worst.”

“Sure, whatever you say.” He could practically hear the smirk on her face. They continued to clean the kitchen until Yukio found a box in the fridge.

“Nii-san, when did you buy a cake? You know our allowance is limited, you shouldn’t be buying things you can bake yourself.”

Rin gave him a skeptical look as he pulled the small box out. “I don’t remember buying one.”

“I bought it,” said Shura. “I forgot I put it in there for after dinner.”

“What? Why?” Asked Yukio as he placed the box on the counter. “I don’t normally see you eating cake. What’s the occasion?”

“Who cares? Let’s eat it!” Exclaimed Kuro as he jumped up and down next to the box.

“It’s been a year since I started training Rin. I just thought that we’d have a little something to celebrate the kid not scorching anyone yet.” She shrugged like it was no big deal. “It also gave me an excuse to buy cake.”

If Rin hadn’t cried his eyes out earlier (one of his favorite manga ended and the last chapter was released that day), he’s pretty sure he would’ve burst into tears. “You remembered the day you became my teacher?”

“Course I did.” A faint blush colored her cheeks and she wouldn’t make eye contact with him. “Hurry up and cut the damn thing, I wanna piece already.”

Rin was so overjoyed that he flung himself into Shura’s arms, making her stumble backwards. She smiled as she awkwardly returned his hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He pulled back enough to look at her face. “You’re the best, Mom!”

The kitchen went silent, no one talked, no one moved. The only sound was the water from the leaking sink. Even Kuro didn’t make a peep. Once the word left Rin’s mouth, time seemed to stop, just to leave him in utter embarrassment.

Yukio was the first to snap out of the trance by saying, “Holy fuck.” Normally he doesn’t swear, but this was definitely a swear worthy moment.

Rin released Shura and scrambled backwards, hitting his hip on the counter. He could feel his face heating up more every second. Even his tail was puffed up in embarrassment. Him and his big mouth.

Shura’s eyes widened and a huge smirk was plastered on her face. “It wasn’t a problem, Son.”

At that, he completely lost it. “I didn’t mean to say that! It was an accident!” Rin started to wave his hands in front of him. “I was just caught up in the moment! My mouth said that without me knowing!”

He stopped his ramblings when Shura doubled over in a fit of laughter. “Oh God kid, enough, enough, I can’t take it!” She was clutching her stomach, her face red with tears in her eyes. The twins just watched as she continued to enjoy Rin’s predicament

The boy wanted to be swallowed up by the floor, never to be seen again. He hasn’t felt this modified since Suguro found him snooping through his room for his phone. Even then he knew it wasn’t bad, the guy never spoke of it to anyone. But this, oh boy, this is gonna haunt Rin for the rest of his life.

Once Shura composed herself, she stood up and whipped a few stray tears. “Thanks for that, I haven’t had a laugh like that in months.” She grinned at the shocked faces of the twins, making sure to commit them to memory. “Oi, four-eyes cut me a slice, I ain’t getting any younger here.”

Yukio just shrugged as he grabbed a knife and started to cut the cake. Rin, still red in the face, went to grab plates and forks. “So we’re just gonna pretend that didn’t happen right?”

Shura snorted as she finally got her dessert. “Yer cute kid, but no. I’m gonna remind you about this until the day you die.” She yawned as she took a bite. “Well I’m gonna hit the sack. Night guys.” She turned and walked out the kitchen with a wave of her hand.

Rin turned to face his brother with a death glare. “If you tell anyone about this, I’ll poison your bento boxes.”

Yukio smirked as he took a slice for himself. “I promise I won’t tell a soul.” He then walked to the door but stopped mid-step to look at his brother. “Son.” The last thing Yukio heard as he walked to his room was Rin screaming.

Later that night, when the boys were sound asleep, Shura snuck into their dorm room. The light was still on when she opened the door, she wore a fond smile at the sight of the twins. Yukio was snoring in his bed, he was still wearing his glasses with a book on chest. She removed his glasses and book, placing them on his desk next to his bed. As she watched him sleep, she couldn’t help but poke the mole on his chin. He mumbled something about mineral water and turned, facing his back to her.

Shura made her way to the other side of the room, giggling at the sight of Rin. His right leg was hanging off the edge with half his blanket on the floor. Both his arms was above his head, as she got closer Shura could see that both his eyes were slightly open. Kuro was snuggled next to his neck, his split tail under his nose, making it look like Rin had a mustache. She picked up his blanket and draped it over his sleeping form. He stirred for a moment, uttering incoherent words. For a split-second, Shura heard him say “Suguro”. She smirked to herself. The kid did have a crush.

She stood next to the bed a moment longer. She didn’t know what came over her, but the next thing she knew, Shura was leaning down to place a kiss to his forehead. When she stood up, Rin had a small smile on his face. She walked to the door and flicked the light off. When she was almost out of the room, she turned back to look them. She leaned on the door frame, a warm feeling erupted in her chest as she thought of all the fond memories they had together. “Sweet dreams, my boys.” Shura turned into the hallway and closed the door, letting the twins sleep for the night.

everything I didn't say

dedicated to || @zephyoongist

genre: fluff / angst

characters: neighbor!yoongi

word count: 5594

a/n: it’s my fae bae’s birthday yesterday!!! happy birthday and I’m sorry this is late ;-; you are blessed to have yoongi’s mixtape drop on your birthday ahaha. everything I want to say to you is at the very end of this fic so!! I hope you like it and happy 18 ♡

warnings: swearing (ps this fic is an insight on my new writing style!)

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Living in an apartment with walls and ceilings as thin as papyrus has its merits, you suppose.

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The Next Chapter

Part Three in the “Monsters” Universe, requested by numerous people. <3

I’d been feeling bad for nearly three weeks now; nausea would come and go, but the busy schedule that came with my life had gotten in the way, and I didn’t really think about it too much. I was exhausted, too, but with a four year old, and a…Spencer, that wasn’t anything new. Of course I was tired.

Spencer had been living with Aidan and I since before he got shot, but now that we were officially engaged, we both felt that it was time to get a house that was ours. Something that we could spend our lives in, to raise Aidan and maybe even a couple of other little ones at some point.

The house we’d chosen was relatively new, two stories, with a sweeping staircase, four bedrooms, and lots of windows. We both loved it, and Aidan seemed to as well.

But now, Spencer was home from his latest trip, and we’d finished moving into the house we’d just bought together. The downside of my schedule settling down a bit was that Spencer suddenly had much more opportunity to notice that I was sick.

I tried to be discreet, but when you live with a profiler, that’s not really an option. I looked up from where I was kneeling in front of the toilet to find Spencer watching me, looking concerned.

“Are you okay?” he asked. I nodded and stood up. He moved aside so that I could lean over the sink to wash out my mouth.

“(Y/N),” he said, stopping me from leaving the bathroom. I could tell by his tone of voice that I was not going anywhere without some answers.

“Have you gotten sick before now?” he asked.

“Of course I have, Spencer,” I said. “Everyone gets sick.”

I could tell by the look on his face that I wasn’t about to get by with that.

“Okay,” I relented. “Yes, I’ve been nauseous off and on for about three weeks,” I told him.

“Have you been tired?” he asked.

“I run around after a four-year-old every day,” I said. “Yeah, I’ve been tired.”

“I mean, more than usual,” he clarified.

“Yeah, I have,” I admitted.

I saw his eyes flicker toward the small calendar that I keep on the back of the bathroom door.

“I know it’s been hectic lately,” he began, “but when’s the last time you had your period?”

I froze.

It hadn’t occurred to me, not even once, but now that Spencer pointed it out to me, it seemed like such an obvious answer.

“I-it’s been almost two months,” I answered. “I didn’t even notice.”

“I thought that might be the case,” he said. “Do you think you could be?”

“Well, it’s definitely a possibility,” I replied.

“Do you want me to go and get a test?” he asked, and I found myself nodding my head. He left, and returned from the store a few minutes later, armed with various kinds of at-home pregnancy tests.

“I only really needed one, Spence,” I said.

“I know, but I didn’t know which one to get,” he replied. “Besides, statistically, the more tests you take, the better chance you have of getting an accurate result.” I smiled slightly.

“Alright,” I agreed. “I’m going to go take some of these, and then we’ll look at the results together.”

When I emerged from the bathroom, I found him pacing the kitchen floor. He looked up at me, his eyes wild.

“(Y/N), what if you are pregnant?” he asked. “What if you are, and we’re having a baby? I mean, I know we already have Aidan, but I wasn’t his dad when he was a baby. I do have two godsons, but that’s different because they’re JJ’s kids. I don’t take care of them everyday. It’s not my job to raise them to be good and kind, and the earliest stages of life have proven to have a profound impact on a person’s life, so I don’t want to mess that up. I mean, what if our baby grows up to be a serial killer? Or schizophrenic?” It appeared that the thought had just occurred to him, because I watched what little color he had left drain from his face.

“Oh, god, (Y/N), I could’ve passed on a genetic predisposition that causes our baby to be schizophrenic! I don’t want that for our child, that disease is unbelievably difficult to live with. Not to mention the countless other genetic predispositions either one of us could pass on without knowing it. What if-”

I held up my hands, finally unable to handle it any longer. I moved toward him.

“Spencer, Spencer, honey, stop,” I said, reaching out to pull him into a hug. I held him there for a few seconds until he fell silent and I felt him relax against me.

“Spence,” I began, “we don’t even know whether or not I’m pregnant yet,” I reminded him. “Let’s hold off on the freaking out, okay?” I pulled back and offered him a small smile, reaching up to gently card my fingers through his hair.

“Besides,” I continued, “you are going to be an amazing father. You already are,” I said. “Aidan loves you, and some days, I don’t know how I ever did it without you. And I know that having a baby is different, but I am one hundred percent certain that you will be absolutely incredible with our baby. So just calm down, alright?”

Spencer took a deep breath and I smiled slightly at him.

“You okay?” I asked, and he nodded.

“Yeah. Sorry.”

“Let’s go see those tests, then,” I said. He held my hand tightly as we headed for the bathroom. My heart was hammering inside my chest.

The question Spencer posed held real significance. Even though I had calmed him down, it was on my mind.

What if I was pregnant?

I wanted to have a baby with Spencer, that much I knew. And really, when I thought about it, now was actually not a bad time to do it. We’d just moved to a home with plenty of space, after all. As we prepared to find out if we were going to have a baby, I suddenly realized that I was hoping for a positive.

“Ready?” Spencer asked. I nodded, and he opened the door. We moved to stand together, facing the vanity, where the four tests I’d taken were laying out, waiting. We both seemed to hold our breath as we looked down at them.

Positive, positive, positive, and positive.

All four tests unanimously displayed our fate.

“They’re positive,” Spencer breathed. I looked up at him.

“We’re having a baby,” I said. He didn’t react for a few seconds, but then I watched a smile split his face as he reached for me, pulling me close into him.

“We’re having a baby,” he repeated.

“Spence?” I asked, pulling back slightly. “Are you good? You’re okay with this?”

“I’m better than okay with it,” he replied. “I’m ecstatic, (Y/N). I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Spence,” I laughed as he tugged me back to his chest.


I have forgotten.

I have forgotten
what it means to discover
new things;

new potential
sits a waste
as I squander time amidst
the old doings

that sit here in celibate
piles; paper - sheaves and sheets
of them and more,
to read and preview and peruse
before I sign.

I feel waste
growing in me,
its roots embedded
where my feet don’t lift
from the floor

and I have forgotten
what it means
to be an adventurer of sorts

to mix tea with orange juice
as I once so foolishly did;
to fly down a staircase
four to five steps at a time

always on the move, always moving

But here I sit, in a stench of amnesia,
having forgotten
what it means to discover
new talents within me

The things I could do,
to try my hand at
for sake of penny bets
and exhilaration!

My exclamation has dwindled
to potted fullstops
pottering into an ellipsis…

And I have forgotten
what it means
to feel excitement to the very core
of my bones.

Mayan History (Part 59): Mayapan

Mayapan is in central Northern Yucatán, about 48km north-east of Uxmal.

The site was chosen to be a military stronghold: it is barren rock, and wouldn’t have been chosen for its agricultural possibilities. Mayapan covers 4.2 square kilometres, and has over 4,000 structures. Most of them are residential buildings, and are within the city walls.

A stone wall runs around the perimeter.  It is 3-3.5m thick, up to 3.5m high, and 9.1km long.  It has twelve gates, seven of which have vaulted entrances.

The ceremonial centre is closely-packed with buildings: temples, colonnaded halls, shrines, sanctuaries, oratories and platforms. However, the buildings are not well-constructed.  Nearly all the vaulted roofs have collapsed, while many of Chichén Itzá’s have not.  The best masonry is found in the nobility’s residences, which had been taken from the site preceding Mayapan.

The city is poorly laid-out, too, with no streets, although lanes wind around the residences and walls.  The houses are often arranged in small “patio groups” around a central small courtyard.

The main temple is the Temple of Kukulcan (Quetzalcoatl), to the east of the Cenote Ch'en Mul.  It has four staircases and nine terraces, and is quite similar to Chichén Itzá’s Temple of Kukulcan.

Temple of Kukulcan.

The total population was probably around 15-17,000.  The houses around the ceremonial centre are larger and better-quality than the ones further out.  The densest area of settlement was in the south-west, which had the most cenotes.  (There were perhaps as many as 40 cenotes in the residential areas.)

Mayapan dominated the Yucatán cities for several centuries.  Sources disagree on exactly how it was established.  Possibly after a civil war against the Toltecs of Chichén Itzá, various lords met together to restore a central government to the Yucatán region, and the chief of the Cocom family was chosen as ruler.

Important members of royal families had to live permanently in Mayapan as hostages.  Eventually, the Xiu family (who claimed to be of the Uxmal lineage) started a rebellion against them, and it was successful.  Mayapan was sacked in 1441, and all of the Cocom family were killed, except one who was away on trade business.  Following this, the larger cities in the region declined, and Yucatán devolved into warring city-states.

Mayapan, from the summit of the Temple of Kukulcan.

A Common Courtesy (1/4)

a miraculous ladybug fanfic by Ellisama

Summary: With an Akuma attack almost every other day, Nino really should have connected the dots between Adrien’s disappearances and one of Paris’ most beloved heroes before he transformed in front of him. 

(Reveal fic, Friendship-centric, background LadyNoir and DJWifi. 4.5K)

Chapitre Un: L’Alter Ego

They were surrounded. What had started as a nice evening with his best friend quickly turned into an Akuma induced nightmare. They used to appear once every two weeks or so, but in the past few months they had started popping up left and right what seemed like every other day.

It was tiring for all of Paris. Ladybug and Chat Noir defeated the akumas time and again, but while the material damage could be repaired, a certain sense of unsettlement could not be erased from the minds and hearts of the people with a lucky charm.

Everyone was wary to some extent, but few looked as tired as his best friend did. With every passing day, the bags beneath Adrien’s eyes grew. His father had scolded him for staying up too late and bringing his career into jeopardy, but the young man had merely shrugged.

“I just… can’t sleep. There is too much going on in Paris.” Adrien had explained when Nino asked him time and again.

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Chapter 2- Unloved is as good as dead

Hiya there lovelies! Here’s is chapter 2 cx for my newly made series I am writing. Idk how long it is going to be, I guess we’ll see where it goes from here?

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Standing in front of you were two boys; one was slightly taller than the other and had a grin that made you weak in your knees, you’ve had this feeling before but you didn’t know why. You didn’t know these boys. His canines showed when he grinned at you; the other boy was maybe a centimeter or two shorter, his eyes sharp giving him a cold look as he looked at you through his rounded glasses. The taller boy was dressed in a formal attire; black tail coat, white shirt with a butterfly collar, dark trousers and a pair of dress shoes; the other boy was dressed in a similar fashion except his coat wasn’t a tail coat and he was wearing white gloves.
“I wouldn’t go into that room if I were you,” the shorter one said, his voice deep and husky sending shivers up your spine. You gave him a weird look before the taller one disappeared into thin air.
“What the-“ you were about to say until you were pushed against the wall next to the door. The taller boy was standing in front of you; his hands were placed by your head that was now pressed against the wall.
“Who are you and why are you here?” He demanded, and your whole body felt like it was being drenched in ice. The courage you had earlier had vanished as quickly as it had come. You were too scared to say anything, your voice hidden behind the lump in your throat.
“I-I’m sorry for intruding I was just looking around,” you whimpered, not daring to look at the boy.
“Mingyu, let’s be rational. We can’t even hurt if we tried,” the other boy with glasses pleaded to his friend, “dead people can’t touch the living,”
“Almost dead. We aren’t completely dead yet, you always forget that Wonwoo. Which means I can touch her if I want to.” Mingyu snapped.
“There’s no one to break the curse on us, we as good as dead. And don’t forget Mingyu, you’re the reason why we are where are,” Wonwoo said calmly before disappearing, just like Mingyu had. The boy, Mingyu, clenched his fist and looked you in the eyes. There was something familiar about his eyes, you thought, and you could swear you would’ve gotten lost in them if not all of a sudden you were swept from realty and your found yourself in a ballroom, wearing a dress that was dark emerald green, the skirts falling to the floor, the back train being held up by the band around your wrist. You were laughing with what looked to be Joshua? But no you had called him something else.  The music suddenly stopped and everyone looked up to the grand staircase where four boys stood. You saw Mingyu and Wonwoo, the other two boys you didn’t recognize. They walked down the carpeted staircase confidence radiating off them, MIngyu’s eyes were on you the whole time and you couldn’t help but smile shyly as he made his way over to you. He took your gloved hand is his and you laughed.
“Forgot your gloves again, Mr. Kim?” You teased him as he pulled you onto the dance floor. He gave you that toothy grin and pulled you against him.  Mingyu leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear and he whispered softly, “I chose not to wear them,” and he kissed your jaw.
MIngyu broke eye contact snapping you back into reality. You were panting and, and you could feel the blush coming on.
“What was that?” You blurted out before you could stop yourself. Mingyu backed away from you and ran his fingers through his hair.
“I can’t believe it. It’s you, but you’re just a teenager,” he huffed.  You were about to ask him what he was talking about when a huge spider crawled down your arm and you screamed, slapping the hairy little creature off you and jumped behind Mingyu gripping his arm. He looked at you, trying to hold in his laugh.
“The girl who is supposed to break our curse is scared of a tiny spider!” He bellowed over in laughter and gripped his middle.
“Y/N! Where are you! Are you ok?” You heard Joshua yelling for you.
“I’m fine! I’m down here!” You flashed the flashlight down the hallway, signaling him where you were at. Joshua came running down the hall way, his features contorted in worry. And you saw from the corner of your Mingyu vanish. Before you could say anything his arms were around you, hugging you to his body. When you went to move away he tightened his grip, squeezing you almost to death.  He finally let go, but kept you an arm’s length away.
“You’re not hurt are you? I heard glass breaking and just thought it was someone outside but then I heard you scream and I panicked.” He had sweat running down his brow, and when you shook your head no he automatically relaxed.
“Did you find any ghosts?”
“No, just a spider,” you smiled a little. You couldn’t bring yourself to tell him about Mingyu or Wonwoo for some reason.
“Good, let’s head back then, Lydia and them must be worried,” Joshua muttered and took your hand in his. You two went back down the hall and back down the creaking stairs. As you left out the front door you couldn’t help but feel a bit sad that you were leaving and you found yourself looking  as you left the old Victorian Mansion behind you in the darkness.
Mingyu watched you from the widows peak in the tower and couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealously at the boy holding your hand.
“We need her Mingyu,” Wonwoo said, looking over his shoulder at the girl, “I know you can’t bring yourself to truly love her like before, and I know it brings back pain to see her alive and well, but Mingyu you can’t get her back if we’re stuck like this.” Mingyu ignored his friend for a few moments, just watching until he felt the wetness roll down his cheek. Two other boys appeared behind him, all dressed the same way. The one with the lighter eyes and hair spoke first.
“Wonwoo is right, we need her,” he spoke to everyone in the room.
“I know Vernon, but why does it have to be me? Why not you or Wonwoo, or Seungcheol?” Mingyu whispered, knowing they heard him.
“Because we aren’t the ones who broke her the first time, that was you and you’re the one who got us into this mess. You need to fix it,” Seungcheol said coolly fixing his cuff link. Mingyu felt another tear roll down his face and hit the window pane. I guess ghost can cry after all, he thought before vanishing from the other boy’s sight.

Hope you like it, lovelies! CX Chapter 3 coming soon~
Tell me how you like this chapter,I feel like it’s not that good lol. 
Sorry this one isn’t as long lol cx chapter 3 is going to be pretty long

x Admin Wonhoe x

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