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Mitch McConnell, Members Of Congress Face The Heat At Town Halls

the lazy town fandom and the show in general has been a source of comfort for a lot of people including myself and stefan loves us and we love him don’t let it become toxic. don’t harass and harangue the actors. don’t ship real people. DONT. SHIP. REAL. PEOPLE. don’t make stefan or magnus uncomfortable. respect them and send them thankful messages and good wishes, not your fanfics 

I haven’t done shit for my Universe C tag in ages, but essentially this is the night sky of Afterus, or at least it is, during the *Creative License* Cosmic Event, which only occurs once every time i feel like it.

Night Skyline of Afterus, specifically a forest near Can Town, in the C1 Universe. LOTAK has been “rebuilt” using a bunch of powers and a whole lot of metal. Also featured are the eight constallations/zodiacs of C1. The Heir, The Seer, The Knight, The Witch, The Maid, The Rogue, The Prince and The Page. Afterus’ new Pole/North Star is known as Cancer, it is the red star near LOHAC and the Knight

The forest is likely called Liberty Forest or some shit, due to the artifacted statues of liberty dotting the place.

Black Flag (PIRATE!AU) - Sam Drake/Reader

Title: Black Flag

Pairing: Sam Drake/Reader

Word Count: 3697 (laughs and cries because oh my god)

Warning(s): Violence, Smut

Originally posted by sublimepoint

Summary: Pirate!AU. The Reader and Sam meet again after being away for a year. 

Nassau’s blazing sun hit your skin as you step out onto the deck of your ship.

No matter how many times you docked in the town, the heat was always the thing to undo you. Your crew were used to it. Men pass you carrying cargo on and off the ship, some start anchoring the ship, knowing that you’ll want to stay in the city for a few days.

You had taken enough sugar and rum off of cargo ships to last a few weeks.

You walk across the deck of your ship. Your quartermaster soon falls into step beside you.

She’s a young girl, like you, with dark skin and coal black hair.

“Is he here?” she asks you quietly as you walk towards the ship’s ladder to the dock.

You look over at the other side of the harbour. There, nestled between a number of other ships, is his, gently bobbing with the waves. A smile almost appears on your lips, but you school your expression to remain neutral.

You nod to your quartermaster, only allowing yourself to smile when you were off the ship and walking down the pier.

It had been months since you had seen him. You had sailed together once, then you had gotten your own ship with your own crew. You had your own life now. But you still missed him.

Nassau remains to be your meeting place.

Adowa, your quartermaster, keeps to your side as you walk towards the town. Other pirates and their crews are already docked and settled in the town’s many taverns and pleasure houses.

“Anne should be here too,” you give Adowa a knowing look. She shoves your shoulder.

You get to one tavern, smiling softly at the sound of music and loud boisterous laughter spilling out of it. Adowa eventually leaves your side, being swept away by one of the women in the tavern.

As you watch her leave, an arm wraps tightly around your waist and pulls you backwards into a warm body. You’re ready to punch the pirate in the nose, when you hear the familiar laughter.

“You almost got your nose broken, Samuel,” you smile and turn in his arm. Sam’s eyes crinkle when he laughs. It’s something you noticed years ago when you first met.

“I’m sure you would have done worse love,” he looks over your shoulder into the tavern. “I’ll buy you a drink to calm those nerves.”

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Writer!Clint contd.

[First chapter]

It’s not like it fixes him. Next time he’s dragged out on mission he’s sleep-deprived and sore, the bags under his eyes complementing the deep purple of his bow. He’s grouchy and uncommunicative, slouches in the co-pilot’s seat like he’s got a personal vendetta against good posture, and Natasha puts up with it until halfway over Canada before she smacks him upside the head.

“Get your head in the game,” is all she tells him.

He scowls the scowl of the criminally underslept and pushes his boot against the underside of the control panel until he’s somewhere a little closer to upright. Scrubbing a hand over his dirty-blond hair, Clint yawns and flips open the cover of his tablet, scrolling aimlessly through mission parameters which apparently involve a possible HYDRA cell and some heat-forsaken town somewhere in Alaska. He wishes he’d brought another sweater.

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Wildflowers

for @flower-illusion

A summer rain came down onto the town that they had been assigned to investigate. Thick fog surrounded the town as heat rose from the barren, uneven, cobblestone streets. The street lights’ flames were snuffed out by the wet leaving their path to be guided by cloud hidden moonlight.

Alma tripped over his feet, catching himself by grabbing the tan coat of the finder that guided them to their hotel for the night. He nearly took the man down with him onto the ground, yet both caught their footing once more.

“Ah, my bad, sorry.” Alma said, quick to apologize to the other.

“There is no need for an apology.” The finder fixed his bag on his back with a tug of the leather straps. “I will purchase tickets for the first train to pass through the town tonight.”

“No, we need another day to be certain.” Kanda spoke up, casting a glance to the other exorcist.

“Very well, sir.”

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[first chapter]

It’s not like it fixes him. Next time he’s dragged out on mission he’s sleep-deprived and sore, the bags under his eyes complementing the deep purple of his bow. He’s grouchy and uncommunicative, slouches in the co-pilot’s seat like he’s got a personal vendetta against good posture, and Natasha puts up with it until halfway over Canada before she smacks him upside the head.

“Get your head in the game,” is all she tells him.

He scowls the scowl of the criminally underslept and pushes his boot against the underside of the control panel until he’s somewhere a little closer to upright. Scrubbing a hand over his dirty-blond hair, Clint yawns and flips open the cover of his tablet, scrolling aimlessly through mission parameters which apparently involve a possible HYDRA cell and some heat-forsaken town somewhere in Alaska. He wishes he’d brought another sweater.

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A GOP official at a town hall tried to argue Obamacare has death panels. It did not go well.
During the heated town halls of 2009, it was relatively common for angry constituents to speak out against the (non-existent) “death panels” in the Affordable Care Act. At a Florida town hall on Saturday, a Republican official was quickly shouted down when he tried to argue that the health care law had a “death panel” that all Americans had to appear before when they turned 74. A GOP official tries the “death panel” line in 2017 and opens the gates of hell. Read more

My younger brother’s friend was just shot and killed outside the entrance to our village in Deir Dibwan for allegedly flashing a knife at the IDF. He was just hanging out with my brother earlier today, said nothing of the having any weapons, and is absolutely, 100000% not the type to even remotely do anything like this in a million years. This just absolutely confirms to me that these accusations Israel makes against Palestinian kids they murder are baseless without video proof. He’s from a well-off family with no violent tendencies, and lives not even a two minute block away from us, and he’s dead now. Things are about to really heat up in our town

So are We Alright, Then?

Thanks to @lillie-grey for the beta. :)

Summary: When the Savior is the Dark One, your soulmate is raising her niece as her own, and your kind of sort of but not really step son thinks you’re slacking in the “take care of my mother or suffer the consequences” department, does the word “normal” even deserve a place in your vocabulary? A season five au-ish tale rated D for domestic angst/fluff. 

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Summer spreads a thick layer of heat across the town with a generous dollop of humidity even the crisp coastal breeze can’t penetrate. Residents crank their window units to the highest setting, the community pool is choked with splashing children, and after a rolling blackout keeps Regina and Mary Margaret at the power plant all night, united in a battle of wills and electricity, Robin volunteers to take Henry, Roland, and little Marie to the beach for a bit while she catches some shut eye. And he would have, had Marie not chosen that morning to have the fit to end all fits, one that had her tiny body scrunching and arching by turn as purplish blooms of color stain her fair skin.

“Go, take the boys,” Regina says, freeing the restraints of the infant car seat sitting on the kitchen island and scooping the baby into the crook of her arm. “You’ll never get a moment’s peace with her like this. It’s the heat.”

“Neither will you, though,” he points out as he slathers sunscreen on Roland’s back. “That’s the whole point of this.”

Regina shakes her head, sweeping her hair around the back of her neck to fall over the opposite shoulder, away from Marie’s flailing fists. “We’ll be fine. Go. Have fun. You’ll be able to stay all day this way.”

He wants to argue, insist he can handle one fussy infant and two boys for a few hours, he is a parent, too, after all, but he stuffs the words down the back of his throat when he sees her resolve in the set of her shoulders, the tilt of her chin as she hands Henry the bottle of sunscreen with her brows raised when the boy walks into the kitchen, blue beach towel slung over his shoulders.

“Done,” Robin says, patting Roland on the back. “Go upstairs and find your towel, please.”

As his son runs out of the kitchen and Henry squeezes a generous amount of sunscreen into his palm, Robin ghosts a touch over Regina’s elbow and nods toward the mud room off the kitchen. She huffs, shifting Marie up to her shoulder, but follows him. 

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So I spent the majority of the summer working with my mom at a historical society in an uppity little town on the coast of MA, and it’s been…something. My job basically entailed entering the archives into a computer database, so I get to read a lot about this weird fucking town. Here’s some of my favorites:

  • A man who was a member of the board of selectmen and an MIT professor in the 1940s, but the only article we have on him is about his pie-baking hobby and his pet monkey.
  • A guy who got so heated at town meeting about the re-building of the sewer system (cause of lead in the pipes) that he had to be put in the town jail overnight.
  • A photo from a newspaper article that shows a man and a dog in a boat with the caption “Ready to Em-BARK” from the 1870s.
  • The mysterious rumble of ‘96, where for a few days, residents described “A strange humming noise, like a furnace, that shook the ground” that happened for a few days and was never explained. 
  • Fantastic nicknames: John “Soapy” Waters, Priscilla “Perry Cherry” Wilson, Harold “Bumper” Gooding, Leslie “Les” Moore.
  • A woman on her third marriage, and who’s husband changed his will to have his entire 2 million dollar estate (in 1910ish) to go to her 2 days after their marriage. A week later he died (the articles don’t say how), and his sisters were fucking pissed and sued her. Unfortunately I couldn’t find any other information about what actually happened. 
  • Franklin Roosevelt’s son got married to a girl from the town and apparently it was the social event of the century, holy shit I did so many entries on this event it was crazy. They also saved some cake from the event (in the 1920s), and though I haven’t seen it myself, my coworker tells me that I really don’t want to.
  • A really famous Sea Serpent legend? He was referred to as “His Snakeship” in one of the legends I read.
  • A folder on a woman that we know nothing about, except that she lived in this town. The only thing in it is a drawing of a nymph riding a unicorn that she probably drew. 
  • An article titled “The World has gone Cr*zy” from the 70s, about how everyone born after 1945 are entitled little shits with all their modern technology (sound familiar?)
  • A 70 year old carpenter who made giant scary sculptures to scare off the pigeons all over town. The paper interviewed him about it and apparently the dude just really hated pigeons. 
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Deildartunga: Ein Geothermalfeld im Tal von Reykholt (Reykholtsdalur) mit der heißen Quelle Deildartunguhver, die ungefähr 180 Liter/sek. 97° C heißes Wasser produziert. Das meiste heiße Wasser, was in Akranes und Borgarnes für die Zentralheizung genutzt wird, stammt aus dieser produktivsten Quelle im Westen Islands.

A geothermal field in the valley of Reykholt (Reykholtsdalur) with the hot spring Deildartunguhver which produces about 180 liters/sec. of 97° C hot water. Most of the hot water which is used for central heating in the towns Akranes and Borgarnes comes from this most productive Iceland spring in the West of Iceland.

The sisters who are maintaining their Haya in this heat

In town and Wallahi more than noticing the fitnah that surrounds me due to this sudden heat here in the UK, I’m noticing how many sisters there are that haven’t lost their modestly due to the intensity of the heat. Those sisters who fear Allah in this heat in regards to their modesty and in general. Those sisters who think about their brothers in deen that are struggling with lowering their gaze. May Allah preserve and protect such women who remember the fire of the hellfire is hotter than any heat from the the heat of the dunya.
May Allah grant each and everyone of you Al Firdaws Al A'la for your efforts in maintaining your haya in this heat.

Meet and Greet (Closed RP)

It was way too humid. Sweat poured from places he thought sweat never appeared. At least he finally made it. Alois fanned himself with his hand, panting like a dog. He better find a place to cool off before he melted with even sight seeing.

Gravity Falls. What a strange name for such a small town. This heat wave was much different than the ones back home. Here it was humid. Back home it was just dry. The blond continued walking, finding some place to cool off until he spotted a tent in the middle of the woods surrounded by cars. Curiosity getting the best of him, Alois pulled back the curtains to enter the big blue tent

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