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anonymous asked:

favourite mika videos? or interviews?

@i-live-for-glitter-not-you has already included some of my favourite videos in their list, but i will try to extend the already exhaustive list…. 

1) Dying with the stars with Mika and Paul de Leeuw, iconic, the dog at the beginning, the little kiss, the comment about dying in the closet…. pure gold

2) Boum Boum  Boum in Amsterdam (I WAS THERE!!!!!) for the butt shake and also @probably-pride-related‘s cameo 

3) this q&a session feat. Melachi 

4) the entire 40 minutes live@home show from like 2009

5) everything about Casa Mika but I wont’t link those… especially the taxi driver bits!! And everything with Virginia Raffaele 

6) Le Divan (french talk show where the host psychoanalyses the guest???) love all of it because it’s a little insight into his life and he looks happy to share it so I’m happy that he’s happy // with english subtitles thanks to MFC subtitling team 

7) Rock the Games q&a

8) all of the track by track videos for the Origin album, especially the one about the origin of love 

9) Mika’s write christmas vlog back in the old days when he used to vlog 

10) I NEARLY FORGOT THIS CLASSIC GEM!!! WALLET OR PURSE 

I’m forgetting so may other fav videos and it would be impossible to put in concert recordings as well cause then this list would be a mile long. I really like anything that came out of the 2012 US tour for origin and the latest tour for NPIH though 

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Harry AU Meme:

You’re an Oscar winning actress and you’re on the Late Late Show as Harry guest hosts while James is away.

I’m not the one to ask about members of beloved boy bands going solo, considering how much JC Chasez stock I was buying 15 years ago. Yet I will say, Harry Styles practically stole the show. Between his Mick Jagger impression and musical performances, he more than earned a chance to return in the future as host and musical guest.
—  Saturday Night Live recap - Best Musical Moment: “Sign of the Times”

Traditionally, America uses the musical guest performances on Saturday Night Live as an opportunity to take a bathroom break. Occasionally, an artist is so unexpectedly engaging they cause the nation to cross it’s collective legs. This happened in 2008 when Adele appeared on the feverishly anticipated Sarah Palin episode and saw her 19 album rocket from the low hundreds to the top 20. Sometimes, a musician performs so horrifically that their career expires on the spot. That was the sad fate of Ashlee Simpson who dissolved into a puddle of embarrassment when her pre-recorded voice track malfunctioned back in 2004. And then there are the times when the show goes all out to make a star. At this early stage in his I’m-a-big-boy-now solo career, no one knows for certain whether Harry Styles has Justin Timberlake-style mass appeal in his destiny. But SNL absolutely treated him like it’s a foregone conclusion.

In the same way the show always rolls out the red carpet for frequent host and musical guest Timberlake, Harry Styles was all over this episode. He popped up in the opening moments of host Jimmy Fallon’s painstakingly choreographed singalong to David Bowie’s Let’s Dance. He displayed decent comedy chops impersonating Mick Jagger in a Family Feud skit – where  he made a meta-reference to the madness of walking away from a successful band One Direction to go solo – and threw himself into the role of a singing Civil War soldier in a subsequent sketch.

Halfway into the show, he stopped being funny and dealt directly with the lingering question of whether he could stand on a stage without conjuring up sad memories of his missing bandmates. A matter of seconds into his performance of Sign of the Times, all doubts were erased. He looked dapper in a bold plaid double-breasted suit. He oozed charisma and whether you think the song is an instant classic or a decent tune that’s been dragged kicking and screaming into passing for an anthem, he and his back-up musicians tore into it like it was his Greatest Hit. Actual Americans reacted to the performance with enthusiasm. “Finally, a British rock star,” gushed Lori Majewski, host of Sirius XM’s daily music talk show, Feedback. “He blew me away. His hair. His suit. The song. He’s the anti-Ed Sheeran.” Cherry Chevapravatdumrong, co-executive producer of Family Guy and a ride-or-die One Direction superfan had previously pronounced herself `meh’ on the song. Last night changed that meh to a wow. “He sounded amazing. He opened with the same kind of power he used to close Drag Me Down with and then built from here. He left it all out on the field and he still has another one to go!”

The second song, Tell Me Something proudly displayed its Seventies folk-rock roots, and saw Styles strumming a 12-string guitar and displaying a gift for harmonizing with his bandmates that wasn’t always evident in the 1D era. “It’s pretty and calm, but also a smidgen not calm,” noted Chevapravatdumrong. “I want to listen to it while walking through a field that is mostly grass but also some flowers.”

Lori Majewski has no doubts that Harry Styles, solo artist, is standing on the precipice of massive stardom. “He brought out the cougar in me and he’s going to do the same to every woman in America.” Maybe she’s right. Or maybe Styles’ appeal will remain limited to grown-up One Direction fans.  The only conclusion that can safely be drawn at this juncture is that Harry Styles SNL performance put him much closer to the Adele category than the Ashlee Simpson one.

anonymous asked:

so...a Victuuri version of that Adam Scott, Mark Hamill clip needs to happen y/y?

“38.7 million views in 24 hours. Do you know what that means? You beat Adele. You beat the Avengers. You beat that Psy video where he wears harem pants and pushes people off treadmills. You are in a very exclusive club, my friend.”

The audience laughs, and Yuuri should laugh too, but Kerry Washington’s skin is perfect and he can’t stop staring. And her teeth are so white that they don’t even look like teeth. It’s like when he was writing his thesis and spent so much time staring at the opening sentence of the discussion section that he had to check four times to make sure he spelled “the” right. There’s a name for that sort of brain malfunction, but hell if he knows what it is. 

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The MBTI Types as Buildings

ISTJ: The Courthouse ~ organized, decisive, strong, prominent influence from past designs, detail oriented

ISFJ: The Welcoming Inn ~ caring, attentive, provides comfort and familiarity, inviting

ESTJ: The Fortress ~ strong, powerful, commanding, in tune with sensory environment, hosts power

ESFJ: The Suburban Family Home ~ welcoming of guests, good host, attentive to all needs of family members and friends 

ISTP: The Houseboat ~ experimental, adventurous, functional, aware of and works with physical environment

ISFP: The Mountain Cabin ~ solitary, peaceful, surrounded by inspiring physical environment

ESTP: The International Airport ~ bustling, full of diversity and many people, the starting place for countless adventures 

ESFP: The Expansive Mall ~ endless possibilities for sensory excitement, great for social fun, inviting

INTP: The House on Wheels ~ creative, experimental, open for endless changes and search for a perfect spot

INTJ: The Castle ~ commanding, solitary, full of endless interesting corridors, decisive

ENTP: The World Trade Center ~ a place of debate and diverse possibilities, many varying people, and a big picture, global view

ENTJ: The Skyscraper ~ high reaching, central in bustling and thriving cities, pushes limits of building technology

INFP: The Extensive Library ~ holds intricate maze of knowledge and imagination, many cozy and unique areas, endless exploration

INFJ: The Old Mansion ~ mysterious and hard to see behind gates, caring and protective of few residents, deep concern for quality, creative grounds

ENFP: The Expansive Museum ~ wide variety, invites discovery and thought, offers glimpses into many different times and cultures

ENFJ: The University Building ~ brings people together, inspires, teaches, pushes conventional limits, creative environment 

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See Harry Styles Play Mick Jagger, Perform New Songs on 'SNL'
Harry Styles took over 'Saturday Night Live' as the One Direction singer popped up in multiple sketches while also serving as musical guest.

Harry Styles took over Saturday Night Live as the One Direction singer popped up in multiple sketches while also serving as musical guest.

 In one sketch, “Celebrity Family Feud: Time Travel Edition,” Styles was called upon to play a young Mick Jagger, with Styles hilariously embellishing the Rolling Stones singer’s trademark mannerisms.

When Kenan Thompson’s Steve Harvey complimented Jagger’s solo output, the singer responded, “Solo? Why would anyone in a successful band go solo? That is insane,” a nod to the (temporary?) dissolution of Styles’ One Direction.

The “Celebrity Family Feud” bit was one of three sketches that the singer and burgeoning actor appeared in as Styles planted the seeds for a potential  SNL hosting/musical guest double duty spot in the not-to-distant future.

Styles also made a cameo during Jimmy Fallon’s David Bowie-inspired opening monologue, then reappeared again during the a musical sketch about Civil War soldiers around a campfire: link

On top of all the sketch appearances, Styles also debuted a new acoustic number titled “Ever Since New York,” a track off his upcoming self-titled solo LP : link

Styles also delivered an impassioned rendition of “Sign of the Times,” the first single off Harry Styles, due out May 12th: link

telegraph.co.uk
Harry Styles' successful Saturday Night Live solo appearance a Sign of the Times to come
Traditionally, America uses the musical guest performances on Saturday Night Live as an opportunity to take a bathroom break.

“In the same way the show always rolls out the red carpet for frequent host and musical guest Timberlake, Harry Styles was all over this episode. He popped up in the opening moments of host Jimmy Fallon’s painstakingly choreographed singalong to David Bowie’s Let’s Dance. He displayed decent comedy chops impersonating Mick Jagger in a Family Feud skit – where  he made a meta-reference to the madness of walking away from a successful band One Direction to go solo – and threw himself into the role of a singing Civil War soldier in a subsequent sketch. 

Halfway into the show, he stopped being funny and dealt directly with the lingering question of whether he could stand on a stage without conjuring up sad memories of his missing bandmates. A matter of seconds into his performance of Sign of the Times, all doubts were erased. He looked dapper in a bold plaid double-breasted suit. He oozed charisma and whether you think the song is an instant classic or a decent tune that’s been dragged kicking and screaming into passing for an anthem, he and his back-up musicians tore into it like it was his Greatest Hit. Actual Americans reacted to the performance with enthusiasm. ‘Finally, a British rock star,’ gushed Lori Majewski, host of Sirius XM’s daily music talk show, Feedback. ‘He blew me away. His hair. His suit. The song. He’s the anti-Ed Sheeran.’ Cherry Chevapravatdumrong, co-executive producer of Family Guy and a ride-or-die One Direction superfan had previously pronounced herself `meh’ on the song. Last night changed that meh to a wow. ‘He sounded amazing. He opened with the same kind of power he used to close Drag Me Down with and then built from here. He left it all out on the field and he still has another one to go!’ 

The second song, Tell Me Something proudly displayed its Seventies folk-rock roots, and saw Styles strumming a 12-string guitar and displaying a gift for harmonizing with his bandmates that wasn’t always evident in the 1D era. ‘It’s pretty and calm, but also a smidgen not calm,’ noted Chevapravatdumrong. ‘I want to listen to it while walking through a field that is mostly grass but also some flowers.’

Lori Majewski has no doubts that Harry Styles, solo artist, is standing on the precipice of massive stardom. ‘He brought out the cougar in me and he’s going to do the same to every woman in America.’ Maybe she’s right. Or maybe Styles’ appeal will remain limited to grown-up One Direction fans.  The only conclusion that can safely be drawn at this juncture is that Harry Styles SNL performance put him much closer to the Adele category than the Ashlee Simpson one.”

Wolf on a Leash

Part Two to this Part One!

OMG I got such positive feedback from the first part! I DID NOT EXPECT THIS. You guys spoil me tbh, thank you for all your kindness and support xxx

Summary: The feuding continues. Robb and Y/n manage not to get along even worse than they did before, but Ned’s resolve prevails. Starks are stubborn and breaking their will is near impossible. 

Tags: THE FIRST OF THE HATE FLIRTING, s l o w b u r n, humor duh, AnGsT aLeRt, Stark family feels, unresolved jealous feelings

Tagged Lovelies: @im-smad, @salliebley, @reader-fics, @a-girl-who-loves-disney (lemme know if you want to be tagged xx) 

{okay woah btw this is a LOT longer than the first part hehe sorry}


Chapter 2

“He’s mine to hate and hurt and do with as I please, no one else’s,” You hear yourself hissing at Lady Evangeline, shoving your face forward and closing in on her personal space despite the frantic beating of her delicate fan to keep you at bay. 

Her intimidated expression of growing fear (of you, you realize with a twisted satisfaction) is not what pulls you from your sudden flash of gripping fury. 

It’s actually the silence beside you that shakes you free of it. Robb is silent. That never happens, Robb always has something to say in retaliation to literally any words that leave your mouth whether they pertain to him or not. You pull your face back only enough to swing your blazing gaze on Robb, whose expression holds the shape of an emotion you haven’t seen on him before. 

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The Girl Made of Starlight (Part 3)

Originally posted by alittlebiteverything

The Girl Made of Starlight (Part 3)

Beast!Adam x Reader

Part 1: here    Part 2: here

You woke early the next morning. The sun had just began to peek over the horizon. You gathered your things, took inventory of the few belongings you kept with you, and then cracked open the book that had caused you so much trouble.

It told of spells, of the stars in the sky, of your mother. For you were different than the other children of the sky. Your mother, the wife of the miller, had hidden so much from the world. Her identity was one of the many secrets. The people of your humdrum village of old certainly had no clue that a celestial queen was living among them. Nor had they known how powerful her daughter was.

The day you turned seventeen, everything had changed. First it was your eyes. They paled to a breathtaking silver. Fierce, potent, striking, and intense. You hadn’t noticed any change…Until soon after, a milky white color flowed from the roots of your hair, changing it to the color of fresh snow.

It was after the change that the attackers had come. Prince Ferdinand, the heir to the throne of the sea, had his eye on you. Your hand in marriage had been promised to him from the day you had been born, only a few years after him. And though his father and your mother had both perished, he still held you to that promise.

You knew with all of your heart that you would never marry a man like him.

Ferdinand was selfish, unjust, and unkind. He would stop at nothing to see you, to make his unwanted advances. And when you turned eighteen, he discovered the book your father kept hidden. The book of the sky. He killed your father to get it. And when you found out what he had done, you took the book and ran.

And you were still running.

A long sigh escaped your lips. The clock tower chimed eight, and in instants, the town erupted into the hustling, bustling, busy everyday activity. Perfect. You would hit the market and be out of the town before Gaston could so much as lay his eyes on you. You laced up your boots, pulled on your cloak, tucked the book into your bag with your map and coins, and walked to the door.

The moment you opened it, Gaston was already standing there with a fresh bouquet of white roses, his fist raised and poised to knock on the door. Your eyes were wide with surprise.

“G-good morning, Gaston.” You greeted timidly. “I didn’t expect to see you quite so early.”

“Well, I couldn’t let you leave without saying goodbye, now could I?” he grinned earnestly and handed you the bouquet. “These are for you.”

“Thank you. You’re very kind.” You reached into your satchel for your coins. “How much do I owe you for the room?”

“Nothing. It’s my pleasure to host such a beautiful guest.” He offered you his arm, but you pretended not to notice, instead focusing your attention on the flowers in your hands. “Shall I show you around the village?”

“Sure. That’d be helpful.” You gave a little curtsy and followed him down the stairs and out of the tavern, where LeFou was waiting. As soon as you stepped into the light, you pulled your hood up over your head.

“Good morning.” He smiled knowingly.

“Good morning indeed.” The look you gave him told him everything he needed to know about the feelings you held for Gaston. Needless to say, you didn’t hold much affection for the so-called king of the woods.

“So, (Y/N), what is it you’re looking for before leaving town? Food? Supplies? Lov-”

“Bread, jam, salt, fabric, and a quill and ink.”

“Ah. All right. Simple enough.” LeFou nodded. “The baker’s cart is over this way.”

It only took about twenty minutes to find everything you needed. Your bag was a little heavier with the new supplies, but it was all stuff you needed. If you rearranged things, you were sure you would have even more room. Now, you stood at the edge of town, looking out at the nearby woods, accompanied by Gaston and LeFou.

“I could take you to your next stop on my horse. It wouldn’t take long, only a few days’ journey-”

“Thank you. For everything, but- I’m better on my own. There are people after me. I’m afraid I’ve already stayed here too long.” You offered a soft and gracious smile. Gaston was very eager to earn your affections, but you simply felt nothing for the fellow. There was something dark behind his friendly gaze. His intentions, his future, it was twisted in darkness.

You couldn’t afford any more darkness.

“Thank you for visiting Villeneuve.” LeFou’s voice was quiet, but heartfelt. You smiled, nodded, and started out down the path.

***

You trekked through the thick trees until you were out of sight of the village. It was then that you took a moment to sit. You set down the heavy bouquet of flowers. A wave of your hand and a small flicker of light caused the heads of the flowers to drift off of their stems. You made a smooth sweeping motion in a circle, around once and then upwards. The flowers floated in a ring, binding themselves together. You held the finished product carefully: a tiara of sorts.

You placed the roses in your snowy hair, rearranged your things, and then raised your hood to cover your face and made your way down the path once more.

***

Adam had watched in the mirror as you left Villeneuve. You were so close, and yet there was no way he could stumble upon his castle. It was hidden, tucked away far in the trees. And yet as you got closer and closer to him, he felt the unmistakable feeling of hope swell in his fur-covered chest.

“Master, is there anything I can help you with?” asked Mrs. Potts as she and Chip wheeled in on their cart. “You’ve been in here all day, surely you must be hungry.”

“I’ll be down in a few minutes.” He paused, hesitating with his words. “And prepare for a guest.”

“Someone is coming to the castle?!” Chip’s excited voice rang through the West Wing.

“Possibly.” The large beast of a prince replied. Hearing it out loud made the possibility real. He didn’t think he would be able to handle the heartbreak that would come with losing the chance to meet you, even if it was only for a few days, a few moments even. He felt like he had grown up with you. You were one of the last stories his mother had ever told, so he certainly held you close to his heart, even if you didn’t know it.

Somewhere, deep in his soul, he hoped that maybe you could be the one to break the curse.  If not…he feared he might remain like this forever.

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MarkiplierTV Rant

So Mark’s video that came out today was absolutely amazing! Everyone did an absolutely marvelous job!! Since it came out, my head has been swarming with ideas, so bear with me as I list some of my thoughts.

·       Dark really does admire Wilford. But is it something similar to how he views Mark (with anger, jealousy, etc.), or is it more like Dark sees what Wilford is capable of and does actually want to work with him and/or sees him as valuable.

·       Dark and Wilford are clearly equals. IIs Dark ok with that?

·       Wilford is a complete fucking sociopath. He doesn’t particularly care about other people unless they’re really close. Warfstache doesn’t particularly care what others think of him either, he just assumes that they like him. Even though he doesn’t really have any strong feelings toward most people, he just doesn’t like Silver Shepherd. Is there a specific reason why? Or can it be inferred based on what we see at face value.

·       So apparently, the Host is the Author. When Ryan and Daniel stared to go against what he was writing he realized, according to Mark, that “he wasn’t actually writing any of the stories. He realized that he was just a host to the guests in his world.” This is why he’s “narrating” what’s going on at the table and knows where the camera will go. If the order at the table has any significance, we can see that he is seated next to Dark, therefore he must be rather important. One question, though, is why does he now wear a blindfold? What happened to his eyes? Was it caused by an outside force or himself?

·       Note how Dark is manipulating reality around him. Not only is everything monochrome 99and Dark has his classic 3D thing going on), but look at the table in front of him. Its made of boards unlike the table in our(?) reality. Does this mean that dark is sitting by himself at a different table in his dimension and we’re getting a glimpse at his world (kinda like a window), or is he actually altering the table in this dimension?

·       What was that loo that Dr. Iplier gave Dark around 8:00? Why so angry?

·       Google is the mediator in the group. He also keeps everyone on track with obtaining their objective and always gives suggestions. Also, everyone goes to him when they have a question.

·       (Referring to the look that Dr. gave Dark) When they were going around the table and everyone was giving their opinions about Wilford’s plan, Dark clearly stated that he didn’t think that Warfstache’s plan was the best. When it comes around to Dr. he says, “I’m a doctor. I know what’s best,” then proceeds to agree with Warf and state why (it made him look good). Could Dr. be jealous of Dark and want his chair. Dr. is used to being head of the operation and is unsatisfied with his current position among the egos. Long story short, Dr. agreed with Wilford just to spite Dark.

·       King of the Squirrels is disinterested with the other egos shenanigans. All he cares about are the squirrels. The other egos never pay mind to him.

·       Now how is Wilford’s plan going to help take back control? I mean, obviously, it won’t really help based on the others’ protests, but it must have some significance; why else would they show 7 and a half minutes on it? Everything from the commercials to the news/weather reports to Disk of Riches has to have some sort of meaning or significance. What about the beginning when everyone on teamiplier is introduced with their real name and their internet pseudonym. What does this mean?

·       When we “return” to Disk of Riches, Wilford states that “everybody else is dead and gone.” After he shot Tyler and Kat is yelling at him, she says that “you can’t keep doing this.” I think its fair to say that the rest of the contestants were killed by Wilford.

·       Look at after Warfstache shot Tyler. Kathryn was apparently filming the show and starts yelling at him. Could this suggest that Wilford has trapped the team in some sort of 90’s television reality?

·       After Wilford kills Tyler, all of the commercials and news goes to shit. Jim is at the North Pole reporting on how the reindeer burst into flames. Later, Wilford says that he did kill Santa. And this caused the North Pole to go to shit because of some magic mumbo jumbo bull crap related to Santa. After the North Pole incident, we see Wilford in the opening credits of the show that the rest of the team was on (and he’s breaking the fourth wall as well).  Next, he’s in the bubble commercial. Next is Mark in the kids bop thing. He’s obviously scared and even asks for help. Last Wilford is back and bumbling like Mark in the previous clip. With this, could we say that Wilford was able to take over TV (or something along those lines)? Has Wilford found a way to trap the teamiplier in a 90s TV realm of sorts? I must agree with Dark though. This does deviate from their primary objective a bit, but its interesting nonetheless.

·       Also, as soon as the camera pans to all of the egos after Wilford’s pitch, we see Dark’s shell cracking. Could he be pissed that Wilford came up with this outrageous plan, or is he furious that they’ve yet to find a way to take back control. (I think the latter)

·       Also, can we take note of the fact that Wilford might have a conscience. The voice over says, “are you constantly haunted by the ghosts of everyone that you killed and maybe you think that it was you that was the problem and it wasn’t just a misunderstanding where you were trying to tickle ‘em with a knife?” Could Wilford actually feel some remorse for his murders? Are these feelings just suppressed? Is Wilford aware of them? Or is this just Mark string to wrap his own head around why Warfstache doesn’t feel any remorse for his actions?

All in all, this video was absolutely AMAZING! The team did an absolutely wonderful job and should definitely be proud of all the hard work they put into this. Truly an amazing video!!

It’s a hard thing to explain to someone. Love, that is. It’s even harder to explain Love to one who hasn’t and harder still to one who Is Not You because not everyone Loves the same.

The hardest is describing unrequited Love. Love of an old flame that has since ceased to shine for them but still gives you paltry candlelight to read by. Love of an Old House, yours or someone else’s for it’s age, it’s floor’s scuffs speaking of families and life lived.

Love of things you may never see the whole of, the sea, the sky, the stars.

So many things can be Loved.

You chose the Sea. Like a Dreamer. Like a Fool. Like a Sailor.

It is unrequited. You Care for the Sea. Love her even. And it’s a pity and a shame that you can never tell someone in words how you Love her. They can’t fathom that.

So you ran. Or drove, rather.

Far from the cold coast in the East with it’s green water and old lighthouses.

Farther still from the warmer, bluer waters in the west, making war with high cliffs and desert sand

And farthest of all from the warmest waters in the south, where oil is found, dolphins male their homes and families revel in the sun baking them on white sand.

In your running from all this compass points, West, East, and South you went North. Then North-East, North-West and all the points between.

You found a college in all that time running. Your just as wise as the sophomores and some juniors. In time you enrolled in classes and found Love for other things. Practical things. Cooking classes, art, carving, dance. So many choices. A scholar would be drunk upon the knowledge in this place. Some did. Most never leave.

You were a fool twice for never reading the pamphlets and not heeding your RA when they told you to not go wandering alone. Not paying heed to the lack of students in campus when the sun was too low on the horizon. Dawn and Dusk reeking of Magic. Of things older than any boat you’ve seen or sailed.

And like a fool thrice, you followed that smell.

A footpath turned deer trail that had faded to a long thin trail that swallowed light as much as unwary fools.

You came to a field with a table before you, the sky above had shifted from high noon to dusk and the food and drink smelled better than any galley, diner or your mother’s kitchen ever could. The hosts and guests seemed delighted, joyful and… Wrong.

A man turns to usher you to a table but his hand stops short of your jacket. The one you wore all last sailing season. His lips curl into a snarl as teeth like a wolves jut from his gums.

“Salt.”

He spits the word like poison as you take a step away and he closes the distance and reaches for your neck and closes like a vise.

The pressure lasts seconds, squeezing your windpipe like plastic straw before you smell… Burnt meat?
His pale hand yanks from your neck and you see blisters and scorch marks in the shape of the anchor you wore so close to your neck to keep it with you aloft.

You scrabble through jacket pockets for your knife, digging past bits of tarred rope and when you grasp something cold and… Steel!

You brandish it forward, shoulders set only to find a heavy spike of cold, old patinaed iron in your hands. The Not Man snarls as do the other guests as you slowly back towards the forest’s edge and make haste back to campus grounds. Clutching your anchor and marlinspike like your life depended on it. This time it did.

You, fool, Sea Lover, she may not know of your infatuation but your obsession with her saved you this night.

Dumb luck, your RA called it.

You picked up pamphlets that night, and salt, and cream and learned more shanties and old folk songs to sing. You busied your hands with lanyards and bracelets and carvings. And learned Old Stories of your new home, Elsewhere University.

Beginners’s luck only happens once.

And you cannot wait for someone, something, to save you every time.

This is knowledge, freely given, without debt nor lien.

Welcome students. From a fool.

[x]