Jane (with a touch of rouge to make her look alive) in the mid-1600s.
I have a headcanon that Aro periodically likes to dress Jane up and have her portrait painted– that he used to do it with both twins, but since Alec didn’t enjoy it over time it shifted to be just Jane. And she really, really enjoys it– the attention from Aro, the primping and pampering involved in choosing her outfit and jewels, the jealousy of others in the guard, the actual act of sitting and having the artist focus on her, the artist’s growing discomfort being near her… She’s a little sicko.
Interesting thing about this picture– the info with it stated that it had been “slashed from a larger painting” and that just seemed super appropriate for a portrait of Jane. ;)
There’s a reason why my walls are built so high, and there’s a reason it will take you longer than expected to bring them down. There’s a reason why I’m guarded.
I’m guarded because I’ve been hurt before. We all have. My weakness is that I carry the pain with me as a constant reminder that it could happen again. And while this is such a cautious way to walk through life, while instead I could be wildly sprinting, the wild sprint has made me fall and trip before, and the scrapes and burns were painful. So painful that it takes a while to try and run that fast again. So I walk, and I walk carefully noticing my surroundings because I worry if I were to ever fall that hard again, I might not be able to get back up.
I’m guarded because I’m scared of what you’ll think, but not scared enough to admit it. I fear your disapproval like a little girl fears the monster under her bed, and right now I will just keep quiet to avoid any disturbance.
I’m guarded because no one has ever protected me as well as I protect myself. My own armor has been stronger than yours, or his, or hers, and it will continue to be until someone shows me otherwise.
I’m guarded because I’m no stranger to failure, and while it has made me stronger, it has also made me more aware of all that can go wrong.
I’m guarded because I’ve mistakenly invested my trust in those who took it for granted, and because of their disregard, I no longer hand that trust out so easily.
I’m guarded because I see the damage coming before it even happens, and I know that the lucky ones will tell me how unreasonable, pessimistic, and sad this all sounds, but even when you try to tell yourself that this time is different, the reminder seeps back in.
Life will bring hurt and pain, and people will disappoint you, but no one has the ability to break down your walls except for you. I’m guarded because I’ve chosen to be that way.
You already replied something similar for Fushimi but what if Munakata was the one to faint from overwork and/or sickness in front of his subordinates and Fushimi was the one to catch him?
maybe this is a post-S2 thing, like Munakata’s never really been
prone to getting sick because as a King he had a supernaturally high
immune system and things like illness and overwork didn’t affect him
at all. But now that he doesn’t have King powers anymore he tends to
overdo things because he’s just not used to being vulnerable. One day
he comes into work feeling vaguely sick but he just ignores it,
assuming that it is a passing feeling and anyway there’s a lot of
work that needs doing so he certainly couldn’t take a day off.
Everyone can’t help but notice that something seems weirdly off about
the Captain, like isn’t he a little pale and even his sparkles are a
bit sickly. Fushimi notices it but when he mentions something to
Munakata about not looking well Munakata just laughs and blows him
off, like I assure you Fushimi-kun I am perfectly fine. Then in the
middle of the day Munakata comes into the office to check on everyone
and he suddenly starts to get dizzy, he uncharacteristically stumbles
a little and then just faints right there. Fushimi’s on his feet the
minute Munakata stumbles and ends up being the one to catch him,
staggering just a little under Munakata’s weight and clicking his
tongue because how irritating.
wakes up some time later back in his own bed. He looks around a bit
in confusion and then hears a familiar tongue click. Fushimi’s
sitting there at Munakata’s bedside with his arms crossed. Munakata
is all amused that Fushimi is here with Munakata in his room and
Fushimi’s like honestly you idiot what did you think you were doing.
Munakata attempts to get up and go back to work and Fushimi kindly
awkwardly but firmly pushes him back down, saying that Awashima will
kill him if he lets Munakata get up this easily (which is of course
the only reason, Fushimi himself totally isn’t worried nope). Fushimi
also tells Munakata that he fainted and Munakata’s a bit surprised by
that, what a new experience. Fushimi mumbles that Munakata should
remember his own limits too, he’s making everyone worried by
overdoing himself so he should just stay put for now and let everyone
else take care of him for once. Munakata’s a bit surprised and then
he smiles and lays back, like very well, Fushimi-kun, I suppose I
will let myself relax for now. For the rest of the day Fushimi tries
his best to take care of Munakata, like Kamo makes some soup and
drops it off and Fushimi ends up being the one to spoonfeed Munakata.
Munakata of course finds this all amusing while Fushimi’s totally
embarrassed. Fushimi doesn’t really exactly know what he’s doing so
he’s all cute and awkward and of course Munakata is totally touched
by the whole thing despite feeling sick.
Regina Mills is an esteemed actress who has been receiving disturbing
letters from an anonymous fan. She hires Robin Locksley as her new
bodyguard to protect herself and her son. Despite their best efforts the
two begin to fall for each other. Will the frightening reminders from
her past keep them apart or can this new love heal the hurts of her
The sun creeps through the bay window as Robin studies the papers in front of him. He’s been up all night, fueled by long forgotten coffee and his determination to find where Glass has taken Regina. It’s not as if he would have been able to get any sleep as it is. Not without Regina there. Not without knowing where she is or if she’s alright. There’s a sharp pang in his chest, one he’s been unable to shake, at the mere thought of what she must be going through right now. It only doubles his determination.
Sidney’s financial records are on the table in front of him (quite handily obtained through he and Killian calling in a few favors), one of the sheets clutched in Robin’s grasp as he studies it intently. There’s gotta be some clue here as to where he would have run, where he would have felt safe enough to keep Regina against her will without anyone noticing. He just has to find it.
Robin scrubs a hand over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose in the process and shutting his eyelids for a moment. Just one minute, he tells himself. His eyes are dry and scratchy, surely red rimmed from the lack of sleep (and the few tears he’d allowed himself to shed not long ago over this gripping fear and heartache). He takes a deep breath in and out. Inhaling and exhaling. Then he opens them to look out onto the backyard, at the sun just beginning to touch the edges of the trees in the distance, reflecting off the calm water in the pool.
urgent so does the coast guard take trans people? i wanna join it but i need to get on t change my name and gender marker when im 18-19 im only 14 right now but i need all this stuff so that they wont say hey thats a freak lets not hire them plz help how can i do this after graduating high school
Hi anon! So I did some research and in the U.S this past year, the military announced they would allow transgender people to serve openly, and I found that good news that also includes the coast guard! Here’s a link to a page about policies regarding transgender people in the coast guard, from their official website, I hope this helps and good luck dear ✨
Saturday, August 13th 2016 Denham Springs, Louisiana Me and my friends were frantically texting each other, trying to get a hold of one another. We had no idea if they had gone under or if they were okay. One of my friends texted me saying “There is no water here, I am safe.” The same friend twenty minutes later texted me saying “My house is under water.” I have never been so scared in my entire life, I had no idea if my house was going to go under or not, or if some of my friends were even still alive. Many of my friends houses were full of water, them stranded on their roofs. I watched on the news as I saw the only town I have ever lived in be destroyed by water. My high school started filling up with water. Everyone was terrified. The most sickening feeling was getting text messages saying “Kayla, I am scared. I don’t know if I am going to be okay.”
Sunday, August 14th 2016 Denham Springs, Louisiana I woke up and looked out my window. I screamed when I saw the water had risen three feet. I ran outside to see the water was four inches from coming into my house. I checked on my friends, everyone I knew had lost everything or was stranded in their houses. There was no way to get out of my house, the water was chest deep and the currents were strong. Even if we wanted to leave, we couldn’t. We were stranded. The water started to rise, and then the rain came. The water started leaking into my house. I was scared. I was so scared. Soon after the water started coming up through the floors, the water stood at a stand-still. It stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity. I had no idea if it would rise suddenly, taking all of my belongings and memories with it, just like it did to my friend’s. The water then fell a foot. The water was no longer in my house, but stayed very high throughout the day. The threat was still there. We then began to realize that we had little food and water. We scavenged whatever we could from my house to make a small dinner for my family. I looked on the news, only to see that my school had been flooded over the roof. The school that only a few days prior I was laughing and learning at. I saw everything. I saw the neighborhoods and shops flooded up to the rooftops. I saw the children and babies being rescued by helicopters from a deadly situation. I saw the amazing Coast Guard and National Guard rescuing people by boat and helicopter. I saw residents going out, risking their own lives to save the lives of others. I saw thousands of people homeless with nothing to their name except the clothes on their backs and the children in their arms. I saw heartbreak, all across my city. All across my state.
Monday, August 15th 2016 Denham Springs, Louisiana Today I wake up and the water has dropped two feet. I am one of the lucky ones, and I am eternally grateful. Many of my friends remain in shelters, unable to leave. There is no way to get out of the city. The roads are flooded and broken. I am so thankful that my friends are now safe, and out of harms way. I am stranded in my home, still unable to leave. Still unable to get food. I am so saddened by this destruction and this terrible situation we are all in. The places we made these memories at may be gone, but the memories will never be washed away. My heart is broken, but my spirits are not. I know we will come out of this strong. It will take a long time to rebuild my city, but the community is stronger than ever. We must rejoice that our family and friends have come out of this alive, not be mournful of the items we have lost.
Items and buildings are replaceable but our lives are not.
It didn’t take long after the National Guard was activated in North Dakota for militarized law enforcement to descend upon the site of the Dakota Access Pipeline. Today, mass arrests began as riot gear-clad police attempted to break up Native American opposition to the construction of the pipeline, which has been halted at one locationbut continues elsewhere.
According to independent news outlet Unicorn Riot, at least 20 protesters, or “water protectors,” have been arrested at gunpoint along with medics and two journalists. Police issued a one-time warning to “water protectors” that any trespassers would be arrested. The warning came after several people locked themselves to construction equipment in acts of civil disobedience on Tuesday.
Unicorn Riot, which has been broadcasting live video of the tense standoff in North Dakota, says Facebook has been censoring their link from livestream.com.
Commenters on their Facebook page were also complaining they could not share the video. Screenshots posted by page followers show Facebook blocked the link.
[UPDATE: A Unicorn Riot collective member confirmed to Anti-Media via email that Facebook was blocking the video link with its “automated censorship system.”
“At a critical moment of our coverage of a Dakota Access Pipeline direct action today, Facebook’s automated censorship system blocked our video URL, shortly before two of our journalists were arrested onsite. As we started to cover today’s direct action, our collective members immediately noticed that the full Livestream event URL (https://livestream.com/unicornriot/events/6340986) was being blocked from Facebook. Posts and comments with the URL both immediately triggered popup security alerts. We tried putting the same URL through Bitly shortening and that official Unicorn Riot page post was deleted by Facebook within a few minutes. Finally we went with sharing our ‘Live Channel’ URL on our own website which had the embed included on it.
“We also verified that the ‘Facebook Debugger’ warned that our live video URL violated ‘community standards.’ Both Facebook and law enforcement acted to block our media distribution today, but we will not let them stop our mission to amplify the voices of people who might otherwise go unheard, and broadcast the stories that might otherwise go untold.
“Also, as one member of the collective, I should point out it is obviously concerning when a large media conglomerate blocks URLs to competing video platforms.”]
A surveillance plane was also seen patrolling the protest site, reportsUnicorn Riot.
Anti-Media has reached out to Morton County Sheriff’s Department for comment and will update this story if they respond.