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#PrayforMexico


I know probably no one will read this, but if you do, please, please keep my country in your thoughts and prayers. If you don’t know, there was a 7.1 earthquake here a few minutes ago. Puebla and Morelos are two of the most damaged states, and lots and lots of buildings just crashed to the ground in Mexico City. It’s the second one this month, the first one compeltely destroyed Oaxaca and Chiapas. There’s no transportation and barely any communication that comes and goes. People are so scared, there are news that elementary schools and high schools crashed down in the city. There are videos of huge buildings crashing down completely in just a single fucking second, so many people are injured or lost or dead. I was at school and the ceiling started to break down. My own brother is in Mexico City and I can’t communicate with him, we live in the State and we don’t even know if he will make it back here tonight. I know i have bad english but if you understood any of this, please, please pray for us.


Update: The earthquake happened yesterday at 1:14 pm. It’s 12:32pm, 225 people have been confirmed dead so far. A lot of this were children in a kindergarten that collapsed in the city.

Paypal: donativos@brigada-rescate-topos.org please, please donate if you can. An American dollar is worth approximately 20 Mexican pesos, so even just 5 dollars are extremely helpful and the whole country will be forever grateful for any help you can provide, no matter how small.

Thank you to everyone asking, thank God we could communicate with my brother yesterday and he’s fine. His school almost collapsed, but he miraculously he had went out for lunch somewhere else. The building he was in resulted terribly damaged too, but in didn’t collapse. He couldn’t come back home last night due to the transportation issues, but he stayed somewhere safe and he’s okay. All my family and friends are okay.

Mexicanos y latinos, por favor, por favor donen si está en sus manos. Si son de la Ciudad o de los estados afectados, la donación de víveres es muy importante y muy necesaria, hay muchísima centros de acopio y hasta el más pequeño granito de arena es de mucha ayuda. De cualquier otro estado de la República o de Latinoamérica se pueden hacer donaciones por Paypal.

Opposite Of Hate; Sirius Black x Reader

Word Count: 17,453

A/N: This story is an absolute MESS but I wanted to get back into writing so I sat down and created this. Originally, this was just going to be a little drabble that I was inspired to write after watching Tuck Everlasting, but somehow it evolved into something else entirely. There were some parts where I got a bit lazy and probably didn’t write as well as I could have but I’m happy to finally have this uploaded. I didn’t proofread this either.  (Also, I know nothing about writing smut. I’m so sorry.)

Summary: Follows your friendship with the Marauders as you try to figure out why Sirius seems to despise you so much. Little do you know, Sirius has a secret of his own.

Warnings: Mentions of violence and blood, (poorly written) smut (it’s basically just oral), mentions of an emotionally abusive relationship?, maybe some angst?

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Had a weird dream last night where I was in a first-person horror game.  I could, like, walk through glass to enter some rooms, and I was fleeing something.  It was all well-lit, but I was still nervous.  I think the environments were 3-D, but the characters were mostly 2-D.

Also there was a bowling alley in the main building, and the Batter was there??  He was bowling.  He was kinda pudgy around the stomach, but he was still scrawny everywhere else; he had that sort of face where you could tell that he was just starting to get old.

I also found a drawing of Zacharie, and boy he was SMALL.  Like, I could tell that he was maybe as big as an Elsen or shorter… he was pretty weird, too.

And at some point I was Twilight Sparkle and defeated Tirek by using magic on his crystals, too, so that was pretty cool.

f.r.i.e.n.d.s meet world

Friends / Girl Meets World Crossover: Rachel never got off the plane, instead she raises her daughter Emma Maya in Paris and sends her to the states for the summer, Ross’s son Ben Lucas moves in with him, Phoebe and Mike have a son named Farkle and all of them, of course, are best friends with Monica and Chandler’s twins Erica and Jack. Oh, and Joey ends up having a daughter he never knew about: Riley. 
Pairings: Rucas, Smarkle, Mondler (ft. mentions of Zaya)
Word Count: 2,240

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Prologue:

Riley never gave much thought about who her father might be. Her mother, Erin, was always honest with her when it came to the subject of dads, she’d answer all her questions and was never shy about the way she was conceived. But really all she knew about the guy was that he and her mom dated briefly in the 90’s but nothing really came of it. Her mom said he was a great guy but there was just no spark there.

When she found out she was pregnant with Riley she had already moved out of New York and didn’t see the point in bringing her dad into it. He might’ve been a nice guy but she knew he wasn’t ready to be a father and she was more than willing to raise the baby on her own. And although Riley didn’t quite agree with her mother’s decision, she respected it, and her, till her dying breath.

Sadly, she was only 14 when her mother passed away and she was left in the care of her mom’s best friends, Cory and Topanga Matthews. They were already the picture-perfect family long before Riley moved in and she appreciated everything they did for her in her time of need but she was 18 now and had been dreaming of moving to New York ever since she could remember.  

So, with a bag in one hand and a bus ticket in the other, she makes way to New York City.

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The Sanders Sides as things I've done in my trip to Germany so far

Logic:
Insisting on touching everything I can at museums, so I can “feel history with my own hands”.

Anxiety:
Spending like half an hour thinking of a way to ask for something in German in a store using the least amount of words possible, so I don’t mess up. End up saying “bitte? … ja … danke… bitte”.

Morality:
Yell “MIRA EL PERRO” (look at the dog!!) in the street shamelessly because Germans won’t understand Spanish and therefore won’t judge me.

Prince:
Dramatically complain all the way up the stairs in huge historical buildings, thinking “if this is what princes have to do to save princesses locked in towers then my respect for them… ”

Daily Notes

Summary: The one time Bucky decides to go get coffee, he finds you, a feisty barista, along the way. Strangely enough, you’re the exact reason he continues to keep coming back.

Word Count: 1,324.

A/N: After many visits to my local Starbucks, I’ve gathered up some inspiration for this fic and I really loved how it came out! Big thanks to my friends @heaventide & @galaxayy for helping me come up with these sweet notes included. Hope you guys enjoy, and as always feedback would be greatly appreciated. 

Originally posted by talkinboutmyimagination

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Diana on FB 😀 First a Full Day In Cape Town

Interesting days, limited time to write about them… Cell-phone roaming charges being what they are, I mostly don’t get to post stuff until I get up to work in the middle of the night. And I do actually need to work (no, really…<g>. I’m answering the copy-edit of the BESIEGED novella, so the whole SEVEN STONES book can go to press). A quick bit, though, of Our Adventures to Date:

Friday was our first full day in Cape Town, and the major activity was going to the Outlander Studio, to meet Maril and everybody, and tour the amazing new sets!

Wonderful to see Maril, Sam and Caitriona again, as well as Nick Heckstall-Smith (AD) and a few other of the Scottish crew that have come down. Also Luke Schelhaas, one of the new writers, who’s covering this block (meaning he’s the writer on set every day, responsible for the billions of on-the-spot changes and adjustments to the script that are needed; all scripts flex a _lot_ during the actual filming, no matter how many revisions they’ve been through beforehand).

We were just in time to catch David Brown, the Executive Producer for the whole show (meaning he’s the person without whom none of this could happen–he knows where to find anything and anybody, and how it all works) before he caught his flight back to Scotland (where the flock is gathering to begin prep for Season 4–this stuff takes a _LOT_ of work and thought and planning). David drove us off at high speed in his golf-cart, and we zipped out to tour the ships (I figure I’m not giving away any state secrets by telling you there are ships in this part of the show…), which are fabulous, and I don’t only mean cosmetically (my baseline for 18th century sailing ships is Disneyland’s “Columbia” and these are even better); they’re equipped with all kinds of hydraulics, gimbals, and water cannons (!!!) that make the ships nearly as expressive as the actors.

We also roared through several newly-built (and in-progress) outdoor sets, some adapted from the existing Black Sails sets (but you’ll never recognize them) and some newly built. Most striking aspects were the landscape plantings and the sand (I won’t tell you why; you’ll just have to wait and see…). Ditto several enormous tanks of water (well, we didn’t roar _through_ those; just up to the edge to have a look).

Then David had to rush to catch a plane, so Maril took over and we had a look at the indoor sets inside the (HUGE!!) studio buildings. The last one we came to was in use, and we waited a moment for the take to finish. Then Maril led us up a short flight of stairs to the door. It opened before she could reach for the door-handle, and out popped Sam and then Caitriona, both in costume and perspiring as though it was in fact July in Jamaica (film lights are Way Hot, especially in a small, confined space). Lovely to see them both again.

Short break, then back to filming. We were kindly accommodated with seats in the DOP (Director of Photography)’s tent, with headphones, so we could watch the filming. Usual mixture of fascination and boredom, with incidental entertainment (as someone said to me afterward, “How can they be giggling and poking each other, then in half a second, they’re somebody else completely and doing their lines?” To which the only reply is, “They’re actors.”)

Shared the late lunch/tea-break (they were shooting until 11 PM, so “lunch” was at 6:00 PM) with the crew, watched a bit more filming, and then bade the hard-working cast and crew a cheery farewell, and rolled back to our hotel to eat medium-rare springbok and mango sorbet. And the morning and the evening were the First Day…

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Hiya! :) I’m here again.. with another phot post. Yay! :D
I “built” this squere ( just because I wanted to use those 3t2 metro entrances- or what they are called :D )


I was sooo productive in the couple of days haven’t I? :D 
lol.. I still have something to upload, before I will get to work on the dormie posts :)

and I have still a lot of great ( hehe.. “great” ) ideas. :) I still need night clubs, bars and diners, restaurants and residental lots :D 
soo.. I’m not gonna stop building :D hehe

mmmmkay :) bye ♥

RIDE ME  [ BTS JUNGKOOK ]pt.1

bts member : jungkook x reader 

Genre: angst /smut 

rated mature :  but not in all the chapters

summary : if you want to and if you don’t want to, things are bound to happen and you broke the rules and run away only to find your self in a lion’s Den , jungkook a man who has every thing; power wealth and fame all together to burn your heart and existence if you moved away, in a land full of horses what could happen between both of you ,two young persons who meant to share the same dream  !


Originally posted by mintsugakookies


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“excuse me miss “ the train supervisor said gently 

yeah how can i help you ‘ you said lifting your head up from the magazine you were reading it was your first time taking a train to somewhere out of Seoul and you felt exciting finally able to experience many things you dreamt since you were a kid 

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Coffee-Tom Holland

I Got the idea for this after going to Starbucks, so thanks Starbucks for the inspiration. Hope you like it

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 I walked down the bustling streets of London. I was gazing up at the huge buildings around me when suddenly I was head first into someone’s chest. “Oh…um, I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking were I was…"the person I had ran into didn’t say anything, and I looked up at the them to see the big, brown, unmistakable eyes of Tom Holland gazing down at me,” Tom? Tom Holland?!“

I couldn’t believe it. Tom and I were best friends since I moved next door to him when I was 5 but when Tom got the role of Spider-Man our friendship fell apart and on top of it all I had a crush on him. "Y/N, I haven’t seen you since I was 19, where are you off to?” He said as he began to smile at the sight of me. “Actually I was just heading for a cup of coffee at my favourite shop, care to join me?” “I’d love to” he said smiling brighter at my suggestion. I was just as excited as he was, I haven’t seen him in 2 years.

We headed round the corner and faced the middle point of a two way split in the road, there at this middle point was a tall,slender building filled with variety of different people. We walked inside, the walls were covered in shelves filled with books reaching the buildings double height ceilings, the only two exceptions to this was a rustic old door heading to the bathroom and a bar jutting out with coffee cups stacked high and the only support being a bubbling coffee machine. We both order a cup of coffee each and sat down at my usual table in the far corner of the shop. Tom gazed around and took a long sip of his coffee “How in the world did you find this place?” “Well after you left for America I had to find something to do, once I found this place I made it my mission to read every book in here” He twisted his head in awe at the idea that I’ve read every book around him,“you’ve read all these books?” “Yeah, I missed you, I needed a distraction” His cheeks flushed red at the thought of me missing him,“I missed you too” “How could you have missed me? I was in this tiny coffee shop reading books by the dozens, whilst your filming Spider-man, there’s a slight difference Tom” I giggled at the contrasting paths our lives took. “I still missed you though, I would gladly pick sitting with you in this coffee shop over being Spider-man any day"he placed his hand on top of mine, and with that every emotion I felt for that boy 2 years ago before he left had come rushing back to me. "Tom…I-I have a confession to make, that probably would have been better 2 years ago but…” I was suddenly so nervous, he softly stroked his thumb over my hand. “I liked you too Y/N” he liked me, but my heart feel when I realised he was talking about 2 years ago,“But I honour of our 19 year old selves I think we should try going on a date” My cheeks burned hot at his idea. “So, Y/F/N would you go on a date with me?” “I would love to”, we both smiled at each other, and began talking like it was 2 years ago, we only left the shop when it was dark outside and it began to close. We walked out the store that night with my hand in his.

Only You | 4

Overview: It’s junior year and Riley’s best friend develops a crush on her first love, Lucas. Not wanting to stand in between them she lies and says she’s okay with them being together. As it turns out, Lucas has an older trouble making brother that none of his friends knew about. One that just so happens to take an interest in Riley.
Author’s Notes: In this AU, the triangle never happened and Farkle never outed Riley’s feelings. [Italics indicate flashbacks.]
Previous Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3
Chapter Three: “Weekend.”
Word Count: 4,271

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After lying to her parents, Riley immediately puts her attention towards her closet. Looking down at her outfit she decides it won’t work for whatever was going to happen tonight. Of course she didn’t actually have even the slightest bit of clue as to what would happen or what she and Jackson were going to get into but looking down at her floral skirt and wool top she knew she had to change.  

She rummages through her things, finally deciding on the plainest thing she has. A long sleeve black shirt and ripped jeans. Her mind is already running wild with possibilities by the time she decides what shoes to go with. In the end she opts for her converse and as she’s pulling them on she hears a tap at her window.

In the three months she’s known Jackson he’s never once climbed her fire escape or crawled through her window so instantly she freezes, thinking it’s one of her friends. She slowly turns her head and lets out a breath of relief when she sees that it is in fact Jackson, crouched down on the other side of her window with a sly smirk on his face.  

She walks over and slides it open, stepping to the side for him to come in while she looks for a jacket. Jackson looks around, not bothering to hide the amused look on his face. This was his first time in Riley’s room and it’s exactly what he thought it would be like: full of light, just like her.

“I’m guessing the ‘rents aren’t home considering you’re letting me come inside.” He coos, picking up one of her framed pictures of her and her brother from her nightstand table. Riley smiles at him, pulling on her denim jacket that’s lined with fur on the inside. “Good guess.” She teases, grabbing her house keys and phone before walking back over to her window. “Come on, Country Boy.”

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Jason Todd/Red Hood X Reader- Sandwiches

Here’s the third fic for day three of the Jason Todd Birthday Week!! I couldn’t find any requests that went well with the ‘Parental Figure’ theme, so I just wrote this instead.  Enjoy!

Warning: None that I can think of, maybe slight angst???

Dangling your feet over the edge of the of the fire escape, you silently counted the money you had left.  Most of it was stolen from the unsuspecting citizens of Star City who happened to be passing you while walking somewhere.  You only took their cash, but people don’t carry much of it nowadays.  Cursing when you finished counting, you realized you only had nineteen dollars left.  You knew you should have ignored the jacket you saw in the store, but of course you had to buy it.  The weather started to get colder, so you had to get something to keep warm.  Now you had barely enough money to get through the rest of the month.  If you’d last that long, you scoffed in your head.

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“You know.. from up here… you can’t see the boundaries between nations,” said Carrot, almost wistfully.
“Is that a problem?” said Leonard. “Possibly something could be done.”
“Maybe huge, really huge buildings in lines, along the frontiers,” said Rincewind. “Or… or very wide roads. You could paint them different colours to save confusion.”
“Should aerial travel become widespread,” said Leonard, “it would be a useful idea to grow forests in the shape of the name of the country, or of other areas of note. I will bear this in mind.”
“I wasn’t actually sugges–” Carrot began. And then he stopped, and just sighed.

– on missing the point | Terry Pratchett, The Last Hero

Elevators and Interviews - Part three

Feyre is on her way to a job interview when the elevator breaks down. An elevator with a very handsome stranger inside.

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We are pleased to inform you that you have been chosen for the job of administrative assistant at Prythian Industries. Work will begin on Monday at Eight AM. Click here for more information.


Regards, Prythian Industries.
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My train arrived in twenty minutes, and yet I still had no idea what to wear.

It wasn’t as if I was nervous or anything…

Okay, that was a lie. I was terrified.

I had gotten the email two days ago, and had not stopped freaking out about it since. I mean, Prythian Industries had accepted me. Feyre Archeron. Former waitress at a diner not known for its amazing hygiene. And now I had nothing to wear.

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