king in the pool

Behold the future is female and belongs to Matilda Jones. This seven-year-old girl found a sword in Dozmary Pool where the legendary King Arthur lost his sword Excalibur during the Battle of Camlann.

While many have stated that this is merely a film prop, however, the father stated that the sword is “exactly Matilda’s height.” So maybe the rightful prop weapon has found its true owner.

This girl deserves some bragging rights.

unamedwatcher  asked:

How on earth did you guys survive summers without air conditioning? Mine went out two days ago and I'm about five minutes away from giving myself an ice cube enema just to make it through the heat.

it wasnt fun, thats for sure. though i’ll admit i never quite got to the point where that sounded like a good idea. 

mostly we acclimated–humans do this neat thing where our bodies can adapt to hot environments, but nowadays people just jump from air conditioned environment to air conditioned environment and dont build up that tolerance by staying in the heat. but back then, we just got used to it. that only goes so far though. 

the summer of 1936 was a nasty one. i mean, horribly, terribly, melt your bones hot. nobody wanted to do anything, it was just so hot. the whole city just wanted to find a shady spot and lie still until the heatwave passed.  people who had fire escapes off their apartments would sleep on them at night, so they wouldn’t have to be indoors, where it was even hotter and there was no moving air. neighborhoods broke open fire hydrants and cooled off that way–i once saw a man in a three piece business suit walk right into the spray from a hydrant, looking blissful as anything. some people carried umbrellas or parasols. people found bodies of water and got in them–rivers, ponds, public fountains, which was neither safe nor sanitary. places that sold cold drinks were packed, and vendors selling shaved ice on the streets sold out. 

but the best thing was the pools. that summer, the WPA opened 11 enormous new public outdoor swimming pools across the city. back then, they were the peak of technology. four of them were in brooklyn, and stevie and i tried out all of them. it was the social site of the season, so i was in fine form. 

it was great–stevie could swim pretty well, despite not having much muscle mass, and the chemicals didnt bother his asthma too much. whenever the two of us werent working, we were at one of those pools. really, it seemed like most of the city was in the water trying to cool off. 

one thing we didn’t have? sunscreen. that wasn’t really around until the war. im a bit darker than steve, and even i was lobster red after the first few days. i made it work–red is my color.

stevie, though. steve was so red he could stop traffic.

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“Radiohead have become one of those few bands who make you feel privileged to know and love them. They are not a band you can either take or leave. This is music which forces the listener to commit him or herself totally and forever. The reward for such devotion is that you will be taken away into another world.”

my beautiful lover, he’s a complicated mess:
of hidden muscles and sinews that pull the world’s weight;
and a skin so smooth his tears roll off it like pearls over marble;
my quiet lover, he’s a self-made mystery:
of destroyed family portraits and broken glass,
i can hear the crunching sound everytime he clenches his gloved hands
my broken lover, he’s a system of failing organs and collapsing worlds:
of purple galaxies that look a lot like bruises, his father’s beliefs printed on his back like the rawest, reddest form of education
of heirlooms that must be kept in secret and eyes like polished serpentine


but my lover walks like a general and thinks like a king;
ambition shining in those bright green pools like jewels.
and i’ll admit: it only took me an eternity
to realize i was in love with a tragedy

—  boys like him are made of wounds and secrets / warner
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Anonymous asked: Which charcters from ASOIAF do you wish were in the show?

From left to right: Jeyne Poole, Satin Flowers, Tysha, Mya Stone, Arianne Martell, Victarion Greyjoy, Val, Harry the Heir, Edric Storm

Jon knows what Sansa needs

Ygritte: “Men shouldn’t smell sweet like flowers.”
Jon: “What’s wrong with flowers?”

Damn right Jon, what’s wrong with flowers? 

Look what Jon wants to do for you, Ygritte:

If I could show her Winterfell … give her a flower from the glass gardens, feast her in the Great Hall, and show her the stone kings on their thrones. We could bathe in the hot pools, and love beneath the heart tree while the old gods watched over us.

Hell yes boy, you are #winning #at #romance.

AND JON! LOOK WHO WOULD APPRECIATE THAT FLOWER:

“At the Hand’s tourney, don’t you remember? You gave me a rose. A red rose. You threw white roses to the other girls that day.” It made her flush to speak of it. “You said no victory was half as beautiful as me.” 

He doesn’t remember, Sansa realized, startled. He is only being kind to me, he doesn’t remember me or the rose or any of it.

Dustin:“By the way, thanks for helping me out Gordon.”
Gordon: “Sure thing, bro. Took you guys long enough.”

Dustin: “I think my mom wasn’t ready to… I don’t know, let it go, I guess. But she still tears up every time she looks at it. It’s… not okay.”

Gordon: “Still, you could have hired someone, bro. Having to do this yourself… It’s a bit harsh, man.”
Dustin: “No, it has to be me. Man of the house, you know.”
Gordon: “Whatever, bro”
Dustin: “I just hope it’ll cheer up my mom.”

Gordon: “And if it doesn’t, Gordon knows how to cheer up lonely ladies. If you know what I mean?”
Dustin: “What did you say?”

Gordon: “Hey man, calm down. It was just a joke.”
Dustin: “Shut the fuck up! Don’t you dare talk that way about my mom!”

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Head canon:
 The reason why Gordon King and Dustin got into a fight.