like a present for the end of the first year that i work in the museum

The importance of purification

This week through my weekly goddess tarot pull I’ve been learning on the importance of purification. For anyone who didn’t see my earlier post this week, I do a regular weekly tarot pull from my goddess oracle deck and spend a week reflecting on the lessons of that goddess, learning about who she is, and brain storming how her lessons relate to me. For anyone who has never done this before, it is a really great way to expand your knowledge of your tarot deck, learning deeper meanings to the cards outside of the guidebooks that usually come with the deck, and to challenge yourself to heal and make changes to yourself.

Anyway, so this week I pulled the card for the goddess Sulis, who is the goddess believed to rule over the Roman baths in England. I’ve never been really connected to Celtic deities at all before, despite having some English ancestry. However, I have visited the Roman baths a couple of years ago on a trip to Europe, and I had already met Sulis in the baths when I visited the museum there. Interestingly Sulis is quite localised as far as I am aware, there has been not much mention of her outside of these public baths at all.

Purification has always been a major part of my practice so when I pulled this I was a little like… “But I already do this and have been for years? Why are you bringing it back up?” The guide book wasn’t much help either, it suggests “taking a meditative bath, having a stroll near water, and cleansing the body.”
Somehow I feel that this is not really all that Sulis wants to tell me. I mean, if this card came up in a reading, do you really think the person you are doing a reading for would appreciate being told to take a bath? I already have like 5 baths a week (because relaxingggggg), shower everyday, wash my hands and mouth out before any kind of ritual work, obsessively clean the house and burn sage every where, yell at people for messing my house up and disturbing the spiritual vibes with their rubbish etc. I mean to be honest I really believe that this guidebook hasn’t captured the true healing message of purification.
So I was a bit stumped at first, considering ritual purification with water is already quite a significant part of my spiritual practice.

As someone who has practised Shintoism for 11 years, Shinto has had a huge impact on the concept of purity and my understanding of how important purification can be when connecting with deities. And this concept of purity is present in a lot of world religions as well- Hinduism, Islam, Christianity, and Judaism are just some examples. But physical purity represents much more than simply having a clean body. 

So how does ritual purification of the body relate to purification of the mind and heart? Each time we perform an act of ritual purification, we need to think about more than just being nice and clean. The act of ritual purification is also performed to remind us to purify our minds and hearts of the negativity that so often plagues many of us in this modern world. Have you reflected on how you have been thinking recently? Have you insulted yourself? Discouraged yourself? Hated your body and the things you say or do? Made fun of yourself in front of others or in your heart? Told yourself you were disgusting, degraded yourself or disrespected yourself mentally? These are all things we do on a daily basis even without realising. Some of us are so used to doing it that we barely question our own behaviour towards ourselves. Yet this kind of negative thinking is key to a lot of our internal suffering, especially if you suffer from a mental illness. We need to be on guard and watch the thoughts at all times to keep our minds ritually pure from what brings negativity and “evil spirits” into our lives even in the mind. We need to start questioning the truth behind our thoughts rather than blindly allowing ourselves to be absorbed into them.
Ritual purification also needs to extend to our heart. How do we treat others? Do we talk about others behind their back, discourage and pull them down with our words, or speak to them in a rude tone of voice? Do we belittle others or treat them as stupid just because we don’t particularly like them or their choices? Do you stand at a check out and abuse a helpless retail employee because you can’t have things your way? We need to guard our behaviour and see through the eyes in the heart.

Additionally, we need to look at outside sources of negativity that may be affecting us. Are you ignoring a family member or not getting involved with your family for selfish reasons?Are you avoiding a confrontation? Do you have a friend who pulls you down and discourages you? Do you have an abusive relationship with someone in your life? Do you have responsibilities you have ignored but are bringing you stress? Are you pretending the shit storm isn’t there and not facing reality? We need to cut off and remove these loose ties, or fix broken ties that are worth fixing. We need to make intelligent decisions and choices, and rectify these unfinished areas of our lives so we can stop carrying useless burdens around.

So next time you perform a purification ritual, remind yourself to think about how your can extend this ritual to cleanse you of the negativity that we build up in our own hearts and minds. As the water washes over you, your heart and mind are cleansed symbolically of all this negativity that you have gathered and been carrying with you. Think about where we make some changes and tidy up some loose ends in ourselves while you perform this ritual. Where can you change your behaviour so that you do not bring harm to yourself? Where can you change your behaviour so that you do not bring harm to others? 
This is the true beauty of the purification ritual, and this is how the purification ritual can be so much more than just a physical experience!
I am so thankful for Sulis bringing this into my life this week. I still have a four days of the week remaining to reflect on this learning, so I am looking forward to applying this to my life!

J. Cole, the Platinum Rap Dissident, Steps Back From the Spotlight

RALEIGH, N.C. — Ask J. Cole about when he realized that the traditional life of a platinum rap star didn’t suit him and he’ll tell the story of the 2013 BET Awards, when a stylist dressed him in a loud Versace sweater that two other people ended up wearing on the red carpet. He’ll talk about meetings with label executives and personal heroes who encouraged him to make musical decisions that, deep down, he never felt comfortable with. He’ll recall an awakening to the potency of the love of the woman he’d been with for years. And he’ll remember his trip in the wake of the killing of Michael Brown to Ferguson, Mo., where the most valuable thing he found he could do was just to listen.

And so, a couple of years ago, after he’d released two platinum albums, he began to make changes. A move back down to this part of the country, not far from where he grew up, in Fayetteville. Meditation every day, or as often as he could manage. Marriage. A commitment to asking about the needs of others rather than only his own. And a decision to make music that spoke to his own creative and emotional idiosyncrasies, no matter how far it strayed from that of his hip-hop superstar generational peers.

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ran-noch  asked:

Hey could we get Jumin, 707, and V's first Valentine's day with MC? <3 I'm sorry but I'm in the "V deserves better" fanclub my dude.



•First of all, you know Jumin waited the whollllle year for Valentine’s day. He wouldn’t mention it at all, wanting to keep it a surprise, trying to convince MC he wasn’t going to make a big deal out of it. But you know he’s going to anyway

•He takes the day off, effectively flustering Jaehee because “The company still operates on Valentine’s Day, Mr. Han”

•He firstly leaves out a wonderful dress for MC, asking that she please wear it and be ready when he comes home, not alluding to any Valentine’s Day plans, but it’s obvious at some point. See, he left that morning, giving her the impression he was going to work, but of course he’s not. He’ll have bought her a Valentine’s present far in advance, but he went out that morning and searched for last minute presents. He’s a perfectionist, and wonders if the presents he already has will be enough. Jumin goes overboard

•Upon coming home, he comes to MC and leads her into the dining area where a lavish dinner has been prepared. Her favorite meal btw

•He’s sooo corny throughout the entire dinner. He just dotes MC so much. He does that most days, he can’t help it.

•The night ends with a comfortable bath for the two of them, Jumin having MC lie on his chest while he massages her back and neck 


•He doesn’t have anything particularly special planned tbh. At first, he’d think that since it’s their first Valentines, he needed to go all out. But the more he thought about it, a chill Valentines day just sounded so much better. He enjoys spending time with MC without any pressure. The strain of trying to make the day perfect would just mess with his head. But he’d end up making it special in his own little way

•The whole day is just Seven treating MC and having fun. He makes a nice breakfast in the morning (brings her a pack of Honey Buddha Chips while she’s in bed and jokingly tells her that’s what she gets for breakfast)

•Pretty much just a long day of chillin??? Halfway through the day he might have a “random” craving for a nice steak and bottle of wine, and will suggest that they go get all dressed up and go out for dinner. Just a nice little Valentine’s dinner

•IF HE HAD TO GET A PRESENT HE WOULD BUY HER A CARRRR AHHHHH. He’d present the keys in a little box, letting her believe it was a necklace or some other piece of jewelrym then bam. She opens it and there’s the keys to an expensiveeeee ass car

•Or he might just tell MC to treat herself tbh, and take her on a shopping spree. He enjoys trailing her and watching as she excitedly picks out what she wants. It gets him excited. Makes him feel good to treat her


•He would book them a nice dinner reservation. I headcanon V as being an excellent cook, but he would prefer treating MC and taking her out somewhere lavish. He likes spending money on his s/o tbh, he’s just not as direct about it as his buddy Jumin

•He hopes for the day to be fun and stress-free, but he wonders if his illness will get in the way somehow. So while he’s happy to be spending time with MC, he’s a little nervous 

•If his vision wasn’t impaired, he’d take her anywhere she wanted to go. The park, the movies, a museum, anywhere. He could still do that now, but he feels like his partial blindness might complicate some things. He just can’t move around freely, if that makes sense? He feels like a burden

•Which is why MC turning the tables and planning their Valentine’s day would be so great. Imagine V just venturing into the kitchen that morning after he smells something cooking, and sees MC making them a nice Valentine’s breakfast? He would be soooo happy. And when she tells him they should just spend the day relaxing, he’s even happier, and relieved

•That doesn’t mean he won’t surprise her though. He’d have a beautiful bouquet delivered, with a sweet note attached. Then for dinner, he might put his skills to use and cook them a dinner

For Keeps

Originally posted by parkejimins

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Y/N

Genre: Extreme fluff / One Shot

Word Count: 1,888

March 9th, 2017.

09:36 AM

A beam of sunlight breaks through your curtains, dancing over your features. Being the light sleeper that you are, your eyes flutter open as it hits your eyelids. You groan, squeezing your eyes shut as you roll to the other side, hiding your face from the light.

Oh, how you hate those damn curtains. You make a mental note to search the web for roller shutter producers first thing after breakfast. Ah, breakfast. Your stomach rumbles at the thought.

Sighing, you sit up slowly. Puffing out a breath to gently lift your bangs into the air. Your gaze falls on what can only be described as a heap next to you in bed. All tangled limbs and sheets, messy raven black hair, and – as you lean closer to admire the boy’s face - eyelashes. You’ve always been a big fan of his face (his beautiful, soft face) but the way those eyelashes frame his deep brown eyes when he looks at you, oh boy.

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My head canon Chilty is always bearded and always a tiny, anxious ball of self-doubt. I really have such a soft spot for this little piece of shit. I just want him to be happy and safe.

Here he’s post-Abel but pre-Miriam/Hannibal.

Can I have a Dr. Chilton x reader where he spoils her with diamonds and gives her allowance. Basically like a sugar daddy but they’re in a real relationship. And it’s just sexy and lovey dovey

It was sweet, how he could still get so nervous around you, over a year into your relationship.  

You had met him at the opening of an exhibit in the museum where you worked. In the middle of your conversation with Dr. Bloom, an old college friend with whom you had recently re-connected, he had swaggered over to greet her and introduce himself to you. Between his awful, skeezy attempts at flirting and the underlying current of insecurity, you hadn’t been sure what to make of the strange doctor.

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Timeless (part one)

Summary: When Bucky moves into the tower, he’s peeved that he will have to share a floor with you, but things change after you tell him your big secret.

Bucky x reader. FLUFF.  Word count: 1.2 k

TW: kidnapping, injections

A/N: This is part one of a multi-part fic. If you’d like to be added to my tag list so you know when I upload new fics, just let me know!

“Welcome home, Bucky,” Steve declared as he and Bucky walked into the tower together. Nat was sitting on a couch in the lounge, patiently waiting for their arrival.

“Umm…thanks, I guess,” muttered Bucky as he looked around the large room with a look of discomfort on his face. Nat stood up and walked over.

“So about your room,” she began with a hint of hesitation in her voice. Bucky cut in before she could finish.

“Room? Steve said everyone gets their own floor. Let me guess—I have to share with Steve because you all think I need some kind of babysitter.”

“Not quite. You’ll be sharing a floor, just not with me. I’ll be in and out on missions, but everyone thought it would be best to give you a few weeks to adjust before going out into the field, so you’ll be sharing a floor with Y/N since she both lives and works here. She’s super cool—I think you’ll really like her. Now, sorry to duck out, but I’ve really got to go. I’ve got to meet Sam at the Quinjet in five minutes for a mission.” Steve ran to the elevator and waved as the doors closed. Nat gestured for Bucky to follow her.

“I’ll give you a quick tour of this floor, since it’s pretty much the main one where everyone spends a lot of their free time. It’s the only one with a full kitchen—the rest just have kitchenettes—and it’s got the biggest TV and the most seating. Plus, this is where Tony’s big liquor cabinet is, so you can imagine it’s a pretty popular hangout. I’ll let Y/N give you the grand tour of the other floors.” Bucky followed Nat around the main floor, and the two of them got into the elevator. She pressed a button with your name on it, and the elevator came up to your floor.

You heard the ding of the elevator and came out of your room to meet Nat and Bucky in the common area of your floor. Nat placed herself between the two of you and kindly smiled.

“Bucky, meet Y/N, Y/N, meet Bucky. I’ve got some errands to run, but have fun getting to know each other!” You were stunned at how handsome Bucky was. You had seen pictures of him, but now that you were seeing him in person you instantly found yourself attracted to him. You smiled and presented your hand, which he timidly shook.

“Well, it’s not as fancy as some of the other floors, but I think you’ll like it up here. It’s the only living quarters with a balcony, so that’s fun. It’s very nice to meet you, Bucky. Steve’s said a lot about you, and I think we’re going to get along really well,” you told him with friendly enthusiasm.

“Hmm, nice to meet me? That’s a first—you must not have read my file,” he replied. You put your hands on your hips and tilted your head to the side in a playful manner.

“Read it cover to cover, actually. Either way, I don’t care what you did then, I care about what you are doing now, and any friend of Steve’s is a friend of mine. C’mon, I’ll show you to your room, and then we can go get your bags and move you in.” Bucky was floored by your kindness and welcoming attitude. Nobody besides Steve had really treated him that way. Sure, people were nice, but he could always sense fear behind their smiles. Somehow, this wasn’t the case with you.

After showing Bucky around the floor you would share, you gave him a tour of the entire building (a feat which took well over an hour, considering its size), and then went down to the garage to help him bring his bags up. He unpacked his things and then proceeded to spend the afternoon shut in his room like a moody teenager. After several hours, you decided to knock on his door.

“Hey Bucky, can you come meet me in the common area? I’ve got to talk to you about something.” Without a word, he came to the door and followed you out to the common area, where you had two steaming mugs of tea sitting on the coffee table. You sat down in chairs that faced one another and you took a sip of your drink.

“I thought you might like some. If you don’t want it though, no biggie,” you told him as you settled further into your seat.

“Thanks,” said Bucky, picking up his mug.

You leaned forward a little, making sure that Bucky’s attention was focused on you as you began to speak.

“I’m guessing that they didn’t tell you exactly why they stuck you with me, am I right?”

“Because you don’t go out on missions,” he said quietly. You snickered a little bit.

“Well, that’s partially true, but I’m gonna tell you a little story about how I ended up here in the first place, and then I think you’ll understand the real reason you’re staying here with me.”  You got comfortable in your seat and smiled at Bucky.

“When I was 24 years old, some friends and I saved up some money and were going on a trip through Europe. Three weeks, several countries, it was gonna be great. We were going to go to museums, landmarks, all kinds of things—we had every single day planned out down to the hour. The trip was amazing, up until two days before we were supposed to come home.” You paused, and Bucky shot you a confused look. You took a sip of your tea and continued your story.

“We were in a crowded marketplace in a small town in Russia, when I got separated from the group. I was gone for maybe two minutes, and the next thing I knew I was being thrown into the back of a van by three men before being knocked unconscious. I woke up in a cold cell, and twice a day for nine days they would send in two guys who would inject me with something. I didn’t know what it was—I figured maybe it was some sort of sedative so they could control me, or that they were trying to get me hooked on some kind of drug so I would become dependent on them, but I never felt any different afterward so I didn’t fight it. I assumed that the best plan would be to just do what they wanted and they wouldn’t hurt me. At the end of the ninth day, police came and raided the place. All of my captors were gone, so nobody was arrested for my kidnapping. The police took me to a hospital, the doctors cleared me, and I went home. I was fine, and everything was great.”

Bucky leaned toward you with curiosity in his eyes.

“Then what happened?” he asked.

“Well, I continued to be fine and things continued to be great, for about five years. Then I began noticing that my peers were starting to look a little older, and I looked the same. Bucky—that trip I went on? That was the summer of 1974. I’ve been 24 years old for the last 41 years. This October I will turn 66, but I haven’t aged a day.”


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X-Files Fic: Souviens-Toi, an “Au Cafe Pequod” Ficlet

Rating: G
Timeline: Alternate universe, ~55 years after the events of “Au Cafe Pequod.”
Summary:  Mulder and Scully return to Oradour-Sur-Glane for the dedication of the memorial museum- and meet up with someone they never expected.

This story will make very little sense unless you read the original, as well as its two follow-ups.

Au Cafe Pequod: Full Story
Les Nouveaux Arrivants
La Guerre Après La Guerre, Chapter One
La Guerre Après La Guerre, Chapter Two

Author’s note: This is the end.  I’ve absolutely LIVED this story for months, but now I think it’s time to re-surface and work on other things.  Thank you for sticking with me through this; the encouragement has kept me going!

JULY 16, 1999

Mulder’s legs are beginning to feel as though they may give out if he doesn’t get to the top of these stairs soon.  There’s a telltale tremor in his left leg, where the arthritis is worse than it is in the right, and it’s a struggle to keep from favoring it as the day wears on.

Scully can’t know.  The subject of his leaving his cane behind in Washington has already been exhausted, in his opinion.

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terpsikeraunos  asked:

Your Roman history posts are so great! I'm going to ask - why do you like Tiberius?


This is going to be long. All the references are off the top of my head (as in, I remembered the Latin phrase so I could ctrl+f to find it) so I haven’t included some but I hope this will do, if there’s anything anyone would really like me to prove then let me know and I’ll find it XD

  • Tiberius did not want to be emperor
  • Tacitus described Tiberius (Annals 1.80) as ‘talented and intelligent, but paralysed by lack of confidence’ (that is a loose translation of a single phrase, based on Tacitus’ overall portrayal)
  • Tiberius was emotionally abused by his family all his life. He spoke slowly, and walked quite strangely, and dressed quite unusually; Suetonius records that Augustus, ‘as if to excuse Tiberius but really to mock him’ said in the senate, ‘They’re not vices of personality, they’re defects he was born with.’ (Suetonius, Tiberius 68)
  • Augustus forced Tiberius to divorce his wife Vipsania, whom he truly loved and who was pregnant with their second child, and marry Augustus’ own daughter Julia to keep things in the family and present a pair of power couples [i.e. Augustus & Livia, Tiberius & Julia] to the gossip-loving Roman people (Velleius, Roman History 2.96; Suetonius, Tiberius 7; Dio, Roman History 54.31; Tacitus, Annals 1.12). Vipsania miscarried their child. When Tiberius next saw her, he broke down in the street and ran after her in hysterics. (I don’t think I can overstate how public emotion, especially public demonstration of love for one’s wife, was Not a Roman Thing to Do.) Augustus had Vipsania married to one of his (Augustus’) aides and took measures to ensure Tiberius never set eyes on her again.
  • Two years after Tiberius’ divorce from Vipsania, Tiberius’ beloved younger brother Drusus was mortally wounded and Tiberius journeyed from Rome to Germany in two days and one night to be at his side when he died, and then walked the body all the way back to Rome. In Lament for Drusus, attributed to Ovid, the speaker describes the funeral at which the people ‘beheld [Tiberius] utterly unlike himself — dazed and sobbing, his face ashen with grief’.
  • Another two years later Augustus tried to make Tiberius his co-ruler. Tiberius suddenly asked to retire to study in Rhodes. Augustus refused. Tiberius attempted suicide (Suetonius, Tiberius 7). (I put this in bold because scholars have spent years arguing over why Tiberius asked to go to Rhodes. I don’t understand what the issue is. Suetonius, for once, spells it out.)
  • Tacitus, Annals 3.56 writes ‘Augustus was confident in power because he knew he was great, and he knew that Tiberius wouldn’t abuse the power of the emperor either, because Tiberius had a low opinion of himself.’
  • When Augustus died, Tiberius, while reading his will in the senate, broke down in the middle of it and said he wished he was dead (Suetonius, Tiberius 23).
  • The senate tried to make Tiberius accept sole power. Tiberius tried to get out of it, begging for help and saying that he lacked the self-confidence and the mental strength, but the senate pretended to think he just wanted their approval. Tacitus says (Annals 1.11), ‘The senate’s greatest fear was that they should seem to understand his meaning.’

So Tiberius did become emperor, and then what? According to the conventional picture of Tiberius (exemplified in I, Claudius), he went off the rails and turned into a bloodthirsty, sexually depraved monster because of all the above trauma. Is that what happened? NO.

  • As soon as he became emperor he immediately abolished Augustus’ private council and insisted that all proposals be taken to the senate. Sallustius Crispus (son of the historian Sallust), who had been Augustus’ legal advisor, had already told Livia ‘not to let Tiberius dismantle the foundations of monarchy by letting the senate decide everything’ (Tacitus, Annals 1.6).
  • He intervened on several occasions to stop an execution ordered by the senate, and when the senate executed someone while he was away, he introduced a statutory ten-day delay between sentencing and execution to allow for appeals.
  • He instituted one of the ONLY sensible financial policies in Rome’s economic history since Mithridates of Pontus fucked up all Rome’s shit in the 80s BC. (I don’t know jack shit about economics but source)
  • He personally remunerated all the victims of any natural disaster that happened during his reign (earthquakes, fires, etc).
  • He dedicated only a few buildings (dedicating buildings was something rich Romans did to assert their power over the populace and make themselves look good) and one was a public museum (which was still quite a new thing) dedicated to marital and family solidarity, on the site where the ancestor of Julia’s chief lover was murdered, inscribed with his own name and the name of his brother who had been dead for 20 years… (Dio 55.27)
  • …but he undertook more building works than the record tells us, because he restored several public buildings but left them in the name of the original dedicator (i.e. he declined to take prestige away from other families).
  • He went out of his way to promote senators of non-traditional backgrounds, even though he was from a privileged family himself (unlike Augustus, who was from an obscure family but promoted people from privileged families)… (Tacitus, Annals 13.21)
  • …and he told senators of traditional backgrounds to fuck off if they spent all their money on parties and expected to get it back from the public treasury just because their family was famous. (Tacitus, Annals 2.38)
  • After his divorce from Julia he never remarried. He supported the careers of the sons that his first wife, Vipsania, had with her new husband (even though the new husband liked to taunt Tiberius about their marriage, which even Tacitus admits was cruel), and when Vipsania died he had her buried in the imperial mausoleum.
  • Despite public insinuations, Tiberius actually had a very good relationship with his heir Germanicus, who was the son of Tiberius’ brother Drusus. Tiberius wrote Greek poems and Germanicus translated them into Latin. Tiberius trained Germanicus as a soldier. When Germanicus died, Tiberius wrote a verse elegy for him and ordered that he be honoured on the same level as the adopted sons of Augustus who had died young also. He didn’t appear in public (which led to the populace saying he had Germanicus murdered…) but he insisted on going to the senate, and the senate published a decree (the SCPP) which basically said that seeing him in such an awful state was embarrassing them.
  • Tiberius fired provincial governors who tried to exploit their subjects or didn’t respect the local customs, and he arranged the administration of the provinces to make life better for the people who lived there (which pissed off the senators back home who thought all non-Romans were second-class citizens). (You can read about how great the provincials thought he was in Philo’s Embassy to Gaius)
  • He refused to engage in offensive wars, and any wars that were going on before Augustus died, he ended them by diplomacy. (I can’t remember where but Tacitus says that Tiberius was very proud of his record for diplomacy)
  • He refused (unlike… oh, every other emperor ever) to be worshipped as a god. He said, ‘No one is allowed to set up a cult in my name unless I give permission. I won’t give it.’ (Dio 57.9) He also said, ‘[I don’t want a temple, that shit is pointless because] only monuments in the heart last forever.’ (*melts*) (Tacitus, Annals 4.38)
  • He said to his (biological) son Drusus, ‘You will never break the laws or commit violence against anybody while I’m alive, and if you try it, you won’t do it when I’m dead, either.’
  • He was constantly subject to extremely cruel insults from his stepdaughter Agrippina (daughter of Julia) who even wrote a pamphlet about how awful he was, but most of the time he just listened to her in silence and then walked away. On one occasion she screamed after him, ‘Who do you think you are? Don’t you know I’m related to the divine Augustus?’ Tiberius said bitterly, ‘Do you think you are wronged because you don’t rule, child?’ (Suetonius, Tiberius 53; Tacitus records this somewhere too)
  • He was offered an ovation (celebratory pageant) when he took a tour of the local area, and he responded, ‘Do you think I need to be congratulated for that? Do you know how many wars I won when I was younger?’ *cracks knuckles*
  • He spoke Greek so well that sometimes he wrote Latin according to Greek grammar rules and once he issued a public apology because he’d accidentally put a Greek word in an official edict because he couldn’t think of the Latin equivalent, and he got a group of senators to consult a bunch of dictionaries to find one (Suetonius, Tiberius 71).
  • He, alone of all the Julio-Claudian emperors, was never accused of using his position to blackmail women into sleeping with him. In fact there is only one credible sexual allegation made against Tiberius: that he enjoyed performing oral sex on women (Suetonius, Tiberius 45 although it’s quite difficult to work out what is meant here, I read it in a book on Roman sexuality).
  • He refused to introduce anti-freedom-of-speech or blasphemy laws; he said ‘insults to the gods are the gods’ concern’ (Tacitus, Annals 1.73; incidentally, he was the emperor during the lifetime of Jesus, who said more or less the same thing).
  • He blocked an attempt by the senate to punish people who accused senators who were later acquitted, in case fear of punishment made real victims too scared to come forward.
  • He refused to let crimes against his family be treated differently from crimes against anyone else, and if anyone tried to prosecute someone for insulting him, he dismissed the case.
  • (He tried to listen to petitions with a blank expression so he remained impartial, but once after a particularly long day, someone tried to prosecute a citizen for putting up a second-hand statue of him, and he suddenly got up and screamed ‘ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS’, which scared the shit out of everyone and gave him a reputation as a tyrant) (Tacitus, Annals 1.74)
  • He attended the courts and ‘his presence meant that justice increased but the senators’ prerogatives were restricted’, grumbles Tacitus, a senator (Tac. Ann. 1.75). (If a senator prosecuted someone and won, the senator got that person’s property.)
  • He was bombarded with whiny messages from senators and his response (Tac. Ann. 6.6 and Suet. Tib. 67) started ‘I am surrounded by idiots’ in such elaborate and obscure language that it took 2000 years for anyone to understand what he meant.
  • He stopped public gladiator shows because he disliked gratuitous violence. His idea of a good time was holding dinner parties for his friends (soldiers and Greeks, people that most rich people scorned) and asking them really obscure questions about his favourite books (Suetonius, Tiberius 70).
  • Again when his son Drusus died, Tiberius continued to attend the senate, and the senators tried to make him go home because they were embarrassed, but he said, ‘I just can’t stand to see people crying all the time. I find solace by burying myself in work.’ (Tacitus, Annals 4.8)

I haven’t actually answered the question: why do I like Tiberius? Because he gave up everything he ever wanted so that his talents could be used for the good of Rome. Because he could not stand the abuse of power. Because he used his power to help deserving people of lower birth who could not succeed because they lacked connexions. 

Because he found it hard to get out of bed in the morning and yet he fought and fought and fought to make Rome a better place for ordinary people. He never wallowed in self-pity or made it about himself, he just kept going. He was not comfortable in social situations (the clearest occasion is when someone approached him suddenly and he panicked so badly that he fell over) and on several occasions he had minor breakdowns in public and yet he kept going. On several occasions he tried to tell the senate he wasn’t well enough to rule on his own, and the senate just mocked him and said he was being an attention-seeking hypocrite (e.g. Tacitus, Annals 4.8-9). I just can’t imagine what it must have been like to go through that when everyone in the city was looking at you. He showed immense bravery and dignity in the face of a callous and uncomprehending senate. He was too good for them.

Because he said (repeatedly and in many different ways: see e.g. Tac. Ann. 4.38; Suet. Tib. 59; Velleius 2.115), ‘I don’t care what people think of me as long as I know I’ve done the right thing.’ 

Because he never wanted honour for himself; ‘I ask the gods to give me peace of mind, and when I am gone, I ask my peers to think of me with a smile.’ The latter I can do.

Water Will Always Spill Forth

I am home with no professional travel required for the month of June. I am going to LA in two weeks but that’s just for fun and for getting out of this place. I cannot stay here for a month straight. But. This is the first month in two years, when I don’t have an event. I have no idea what to do with myself. I have a crazy amount of work to get done. I have an apartment that looks like no one lives in it so I am trying to organize and put some order in my office, in particular. I have lost my writing mojo. I am depressed. I feel defeated where once I felt hopeful, all out of fight which makes me more depressed. I hate giving up but sometimes you have to give up. 

If I never write anything good again I will become a Fed Ex driver. At first I was going to become a UPS driver but I guess brown isn’t my color. So, I will try to look sporting in the purple uniform and I will dutifully deliver packages and drive that neat truck all around town.  

Before I can do that I need to get in shape so I’ve started back up with my trainer who is hot and impeccably muscled and young and not my type but nice to look at. This time around, I told him to “push me,” because “I’m ready for change” and so, suffice it to say, I can’t really move presently. When I got home from the gym today, I just limply fell onto my couch. Send help. This has been typed with the tip of my nose. 

Two weeks ago, I was in Stockholm, Sweden and I kept wondering what this thing at the end of the bed in my hotel room was. It took me three days to figure it out and then I was like, “How fucking clever.” 

It makes sense that it was so clever. I mean, IKEA. 

While I was in Sweden I had to do a lot of press which makes me uncomfortable. This was one of the photographers who did his best with what he had to work with. I always feel bad for the photographers when I go to photo shoots. I’m like, yeah, this is… me. I have no designer clothes to show off. I am probably not wearing make up. My hair is wild. I have freckles. I don’t want to be here, being photographed right now, so trust me, I’m being as polite as I can and hoping this ends very soon.

In Los Angeles, I was filmed for a documentary that is going to air on the National Geographic channel. If being photographed is uncomfortable, being filmed is one of the circles of hell closest to the fiery hell hot center. And I worried that I didn’t sound “academic” enough and I kept wondering, “Why did they pick me for this?” My brain never shuts up. It is exhausting. It went well, I think. 

A few days ago, I bought a new car. I bought this particular car because it was easy to seamlessly listen to Lemonade in the car. I walked into the dealership in jeans and a t-shirt and at first the guy didn’t take me seriously. I also know nothing about cars so I had stupid answers to some of his questions. Some of his questions I didn’t even understand. And some of his answers I didn’t understand. I asked, “Does this have a V8 engine?” HIs answer was bewildering but the short answer is, “No.”  

But. I knew what I wanted and how much I was willing to pay and I was more than happy to walk out of the dealership without a new car. That is freeing. This new car was a “splurge.” I didn’t need it. That’s new, being able to splurge. It’s weird. I never thought such a thing would be possible. I mean, I’m a writer. I am also not a “car person.” But my other car is very big and hard to park and I was just over it. I sent it to my Dad who will have a lot of fun hauling things around with it. 

Anyway, I went to the dealership around 5 pm so I had to come back the next day to finish the “paperwork,” and that took absolutely too much time. But when I walked in and went to my salesman’s cubicle he said, “I should ask you for an autograph,” and I said, “What?” See, the previous day, when he asked me what I did, I said, “I teach at Purdue.” That is true. I teach at Purdue. He went on to say, “I gave your paperwork to my manager and he said, ‘do you know who this is?” and the salesman said yeah she teaches at Purdue and the manager said, that’s not all she does.” Long story short, after that I got GREAT service. Luxurious, as DJ Khaled would say.

But…I’m just… a writer.

And maybe soon to be a Fed Ex driver. 

The new car is from the future and it has a lot of features and a steep learning curve so I am pretty scared to drive it. I haven’t taken it on the high way yet. I need to figure everything out first. The most annoying “feature” is that when the car comes to a stop at an intersection, the engine shuts off. Then, when you tap the gas, it starts back up. Hateful. 

Speaking of DJ Khaled, I am on Snapchat now. 

I tweet a lot about HGTV shows so they sent me a bag of HGTV swag. Don’t ever IN YOUR LIFE tell me Twitter is a waste of time.

I saw this fountain in Stockholm and just thought it was cool. It looks like a mouth, from which water will always spill forth. 

I use the word “just” too much. 

While I was in Sweden, I was reminded that ABBA is one of their major exports and sure enough, there is an ABBA museum. I did not see any members of ABBA or Roxette while I was there. I looked, though. 

Also, everywhere I went in Sweden, I saw this little guy, running. 

I went to my first roller derby bout. It was very intense–women with amazing thighs, in tiny shorts, skating around a banked track, kicking ass and throwing hands. I am still not entirely sure I understand how the game works but it was a blast to watch. 

In a hotel, the other day, I saw this egg holder and I found it quite clever. I had one of those tomato slices you see pictured and it was delicious. I am quite a fan of tomatoes.

In Kansas City, recently, I married my friends Casey and Josh. That is, I performed the marriage ceremony. I wrote a little something for them that was also a message in a bottle, a bright neon sign, a declaration, a fool’s errand, a promise.

The whole wedding was a celebration. It was lovely to be there. Also, Casey bakes the most amazing pies. One of the pies was a salted honey pie and it was delicious. Look at these gentlemen. I am so happy for them. 

Despite my own defeats, seeing them commit their lives to each other, it gave me hope. I can’t help myself. I am a romantic. I will always be a foolish girl. 

I know absolutely no children like, do kids even still play with Barbies? This is a continuation of Frederick and Charlie from this imagine, but some time as passed since then. 


You should do another with these two oh please! Maybe he starts to date and when the woman first meets Charlie!

For the lovely @mrschiltoncat , my eternal lover of Chilton fluff

“I was wondering…if you’d like to have dinner at my house, this Friday?”

“Of course!” She reached for his hand across the table, smiling fondly in that special way of hers that was slowly wrapping it’s way around his heart. The very heart that was now pounding with anxiety over the next half of his question.

“…And I was wondering…if you’d like to meet Charlie that night too?”

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俺は鶯丸。大包平?とは同じ古備前で作風を同一にする。 まあ、近い時代の近い刀工で生まれたんだろう。兄弟、かな。

I am Uguisumaru. Ookanehira? He is made in the same manner of the Ko-Bizen sword. Well, In such a close Era, we were born from similar swordsmiths. Like siblings, perhaps.

Uguisumaru was forged by Bizen Tomonari (備前友成) around 987 CE, making him one of the oldest sword ingame so far.

Tomonari founded the Ko-Bizen (old Bizen) school, so called for being the oldest branch of swordmaking in Bizen Province. Three great sworsmiths are associated with the school: Kanehira, Masatsune and Tomonari.

In his introduction Uguisumaru says that he and Ōkanehira* or “Great Kanehira” are like siblings because Ōkanehira was forged by Kanehira Bizen around a century later than Uguisumaru.

Ko-Bizen tachi are generally thin, have a strong koshi-zori (curvature at the base of the sword) and small kissaki (end of the blade). The grain is itame-hada (pattern created on the blade for decoration) or small itame-hada and the hamon is small midare (pattern of the blade) made of nie in combination with chōji and gunome (crystals). So he was never meant to be used in an actual battle and was infact never used to kill people. Instead, he has always been treated as a work of art, which is why he shows interest in battles but without the intent to kill.

Uguisumaru had first been in possesion of the Ashikaga shogun family, until the 6th shogun Ashikaga Yoshinori awarded him to the Osagawara family for their achievements in the Yukigassen (yuki=snow kassen= battle, snowball fighting-competition) during the year 1439. He then became the family sword of Osagawara and was handed down generation by generation.

After the Meiji restoration, he went into the possession of the Baron Sou family. (There’s been a rumour going on about that Uguisumaru was sold, because the Osagawara family was too poor.) Afterwards he got bought by Viscount Akimoto. Later he was bought by Tanaka Mitsuaki, a politician during the Meiji era, which presented Uguisumaru to the Meiji Emperor in 1907, when the Emperor was in Ibaraki for the special military presentation.

Ever since he’s been in the Imperial Collection alongside Tsurumaru Kuninaga, Ichigo Hitofuri and Hirano Toushirou, and he’s now located in Sannomaru-Shōzōkan, the Museum of the Imperial Collections, but he’s not on display for public viewing.

When Tomonori forged him he didn’t fold the metal tight enough so some air remained trapped inside the metal and his body became full of blisters almost making him useless, both as a sword and as a work of art. The Ko-Bizen had to fix him before handing him to the Emperor.

His phrases “treasure your life!” and “don’t mind what other people say” may come from this depressing part of his past. He wasn’t born perfect and neither did people take good care of him, which leads him to treasure what little he’s got.

When you obtain him he says “I am Kobizen’s Uguisumaru. I don’t really know where my name came from, but well, please take care of me. ”. He had been called Uguisumaru ever since the Muromachi era. But story says that when he was drawn from his sheath, the singing sound of the uguisu (japanese bush warbler, its distinctive breeding call can be heard throughout much of Japan from the start of spring.)can be heard even when it’s not springtime (while maru means circle and is frequently used in male names). Also his image is based on the uguisu. (The strange little jacket he wears on his arms are gauntlets called Kote (篭手). )

Uguisumaru liking for tea may be related to the Bizen province being a famous producer of teaware, and he is also the “Tea” part of the R4’s nickname: Ice Royal Milk Tea. Sometimes he is also referred as the King of said quartet, probably for his notable age and easy-going and relaxed personality due to the fact that he was always treated as a piece of art.

* The name refers to the extraordinary size of the blade(89cm while Uguisumaru is 81cm), unusual signature for Kanehira who usually used a two character signature; owned by Ikeda Terumasa and passed down in the Ikeda clan.

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“But It’s Better If You Do” plays heavily–as a song, a video, and a performance piece–on some of the major running themes on Fever. Death, sex, loss of innocence, the narrator’s sense of being superior to the places he describes–and maybe most importantly, in that creates narrative in and through women’s bodies, specifically women in sex work.

It’s a very old narrative technique. Women’s bodies are for storytelling and for men to jockey over between them. Time-old, time-honored. Still, I’m interested in how Panic employs it on this record (and later ones), seemingly self-consciously situating it within a tradition. Fever is a record that’s obsessed with the past even as it relentlessly moves through the present. It’s not Cubist, but some of the handling of time rings similarly–all things happen in the present and all times are present in the now.

Pablo Picasso, Les Demoiselles D’Avignon. 1907, 96 x 92 in. Museum of Modern Art, New York, NY.

Les Demoiselles D’Avignon is a really nasty misogynist racist piece of work, and I hate it. I think it’s useful, though, as a point of comparison here–here is a work that deals in many of the same themes in a similar setting. Demoiselles is set in a brothel, nameless until years after its completion when Picasso and his friends joked about the idea running into one of their mothers at a brothel in Barcelona. It’s an artistic tradition: men establish their artistic brilliance with each other via the denigration and objectification of women’s bodies–in Picasso’s case, the very literal fragmentation, as well as the Primitivist use of Ghanan masks as implied sexual threat to the European male viewer.

A similar phenomenon is happening in this song, with the protagonist’s shrill irrational girlfriend revealing herself at the end to be the burlesque dancer he’s escaped to. Women, after all, are treacherous, and not to be trusted. Especially women in sex work; recall the “virgin” (scare-quotes not mine) featured in “Build God, Then We’ll Talk.” I feel like I’m beating a dead horse here, but Fever wears me out with this. The fact that the line Panic is most known for is “What a shame the poor groom’s bride is a wh*re,” is–telling, I guess.

“But It’s Better If You Do” is a sequel to “Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off,” both titles lifted from Natalie Portman’s character in Closer (2004). The narrator is now “of consenting age to be forgetting [the evil hussy featured in Lying] in a cabaret, somewhere downtown where a burlesque queen may even ask [his] name.” Naturally the male subject is the only active character here, at least until said queen “sheds her skin on stage,” and even then she’s still a dependent clause, less consequential than the narrator’s sweat and the strip-joint veteran’s daquiri. I wouldn’t expect anything else, but it still rankles me.

I do want to call attention to this section of the song:

Well I’m afraid that I
Well I may have faked it
And I wouldn’t be caught d-d-d-d-dead in this place

Which introduces the threat of being seen, of being caught, and, somewhat tangentially, death. Les Demoiselles D’Avignon was and is controversial in part because of the confrontational gaze of its subjects. On its first showing, men were reportedly so disturbed by the painting that they could not bear to look at it, far too afraid of the “savagery” of these women, the threat with which they held the viewer’s gaze. The sex worker exists solely to fulfill this function: to tantalize the male viewer and to remind him of his own mortality.

But anyway, this is a band who used Moulin Rouge as an inspiration for their headlining tour. Just to drive the point home. I do like the piano in this song, though.

Scarlet Heart Ryeo Episode 20 (Final)


This is not the ending I was expecting. I really should have known better than to expect the show to end on a positive note but the PD had promised it would be a happy ending. Truth is I don’t even get a happy ending of my own because I ate two boxes of cookies watching this finale, so now I even have to go to the gym to burn all those calories. I will just consider crying a freaking river through the episode as today’s work out and call it a day.

I am really dissatisfy with the final episode for several reasons. The first one being that I didn’t get the closure I think we deserved regarding Wang Won. The show spent 19 episodes showing him as devious person to just give him one redeeming scene at the eleventh hour, what gives? Am I supposed to believe he actually felt sorry for Chae-ryung? PLEASE. If you wanted to make him a more compelling character, you should have given him a proper time to develop mixed feelings about all the things he had done. Crocodile tears, I say.

Take for example Wang Yo’s storyline. He could have easily be a one dimensional villain in the story but through several episode we saw him interacting with his mother and her ambitions for him, add it to his “hunting” conscience and last words, it all made me realize how hard he was trying to achieve other people’s hopes. How hard he was trying to survive in a cutthroat environment.

Even Yeong-hwa’s reasonings were properly developed through the show. Was she nasty, ambitious and ruthless? Yes, but at least I get that she was also a woman who refused to be order around by men in a time when the amount of her importance was nothing more than to get marry and have kids. In her case, I understand her motivations behind her actions. She wanted more, to be more, so she sacrificed everything for it, and can understand that. Whatever the picture she got looked like the one she imagined is another issue.

Fuck Wook’s mother. After everything that happened she had no qualms about repeating history. It’s no wonder this family is willing to throw each other to the wolves with this kind of loveless parenting. Because let’s get it straight, pushing your own ambitions into your children and grandchildren, it’s not love.

I didn’t think that today, out of all the characters, it would be Wang Wook who would break my heart in a million pieces. I was already crying through half the show when I get to see a repentant and sick Wook, on his last days, thinking about the one he loves. And was it Soo’s face he saw? NO. It was Lady Hae. *sobs uncontrollably into the pillow* After all this time and all the things he did, his heart always, truly and sincerely belonged to his first wife. This story was fully of tragedy but none more so than Wook if you ask me.

It seems Wang Baek-ah was the only one who finally got to be free from the politics of the palace, despite remaining close to So. Woo-hee’s death was his snap back to reality of what it means to be part of the King’s close people. Baek-ah choose to stay away from his family, to mourn in peace and find a little solace. It’s a sad thing that he had to do it away from people he cares about.

Wang Jung remained steadfast to the very end. A man of his word, through and through, I’m so proud of him. Sure, he had his WTF and get a grip moments but I understand he had been dealing with an unrequited love for years. Jung never got the chance to be truly happy until everything was said and done, and even then he had to keep a secret and a promise for the rest of his life in order to fulfill Soo’s last wish.

Show, let’s be honest, we have been together through a lot together. Granted, you never pretended to be anything but what you are, a never ending sob fest, but I thought we had an understanding.

Wang So spent the entire episode crying over the one he loved and lost. Hell, he will spend his entire life mourning Soo. That’s how much he loved her and I totally agree with Soo’s decision to keep their child away from the palace. So agrees too -clearly- although he finally releases Jung’s exile in order to see his daughter from time to time.

But not reuniting them in some way was a cruel and cold dagger to my heart. I thought with an entire episode to your disposition, you would have enough time to develop a present day story-line. I wasn’t expecting them to meet each other and BAM! fall in love, because the one Hae Soo loved was the So from the past, but you could have given me something.

All I got was Hae Soo crying alone, at a museum, watching So’s picture and remembering all the people she had lost and even the daughter she never got the chance to see grow. Are you serious??

And full five minutes of Choi Ji-mong (that was him, right?? And he remembered everything!) giving more cryptic comments does not count as hope. OK??

My guess is that the show’s PD and SBS were so sure Scarlet Heart Ryeo was going to be a hit, they deliberately left an open ending in case they had to work on a second season. And they were right, up to a point, because the show was a success internationally but not at home, so now I wonder if they are willing to reunited a humongous cast of a very busy people and spend the money on a second production of a show that to them wasn’t all that successful. I hope they do… And if not…

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What does he smell like?
He obviously smells of something expensive and elegant, something faint but unsettling, with a touch of soap and touch of darkness; a pricy, sophisticated cologne; I imagine him spraying it into the air of his bathroom and walking carefully through it every morning. 

For an unknown reason (maybe the tenderness I have for him), I imagine his hair to be, in perfume as well as in colour, the only unrefined thing about him. His shampoo must give off this very kiddie, fruity smell, something sweet and young and flimsy. But you’d have to get very close to get a whiff of it. (weak metaphors 101.)

What music does he enjoy?
Oh, well. Francis doesn’t like vulgarity (he said as much in the Gucci conversation), and wouldn’t be into modern Top 50’s at all. I guess he roams between very dramatic classics (Brahms, Wagner), and old glamour (20’s Jazz, old Hollywood), with a zest of vintage French songs (Edith Piaf, Josephine Baker, Berthe Sylva—)

Because, you know, his life is a Golden Age Movie.

(He’s the kind of people who mimics the bandmaster, alone in his living-room, when listening to a very intense symphony.)

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Drawn On You, Drawn To You, part 3

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6 Months Later

It had all happened so fast.

The arrival of the tattoos (especially for Dean), the reveal to the other, the decision to get married. Hell, the two of you had barely been home for an hour before Sam pounced, wanting to know why you two were acting ‘so weird’. Once the two of you told him what had happened on the hunt, he was overjoyed.

“You guys! This is great news!” he’d said. He grabbed you two up in a hug. “Oh, there’s so much to do now! Wedding dresses and tuxes, invites, locations…”

“Sammy,” Dean said, ducking out of his brother’s grip. “I’m glad you’re on board with this, really. But… this is all so new…”

“But why would you want to waste another moment?”

Dean turned to you. He really didn’t want to wait… he’d waited long enough.

“I… I think we should get married within the year,” you said quietly, a small blush on your cheeks. You didn’t want to seem too eager.

“Sounds great,” Dean said, smiling.

“But… nothing too big, okay?”

“Of course not.” Dean turned to his brother. “You hear that? No big to-do, all right?”

“Wait. Are you saying that you actually want me to help?” Sam asked.

“Of course, we do,” you said, reaching for his hand. “You’re just as involved in this as us.”

Sam smiled again. “Well, let’s get to work!”

Get to work you did.

Here you were, six months later, standing at the back of a church, trying to hear anything but the pounding of your heart.

‘Married within the year,’ you thought to yourself with a small chuckle. ‘Well, we certainly got that.’

You and Dean had just picked up your outfits from the tailor when you’d gotten the call about a lead. So, you quickly drove back to the bunker, picked up Sam, and headed off for the hunt. The case was a major exorcism in a small-town church, a place that had recently been overrun with mysterious accidents nearby. The trick was that each victim had been present at the previous victim’s funeral.

The three of you killed the demon causing the problems. The priest was so thankful.

“Is there anything I can do to repay you? You’ve released us from such evil, such tragedy.”

You and Dean turned to each other. The clothes were still hanging up at the motel (to prevent wrinkles). You were still wearing Dean’s silver ring; you had your father’s band on your keyring.

“Excuse us for a moment, Father,” Dean said, pulling you to the side.

“Dean, are… are you thinking…”

“We do it today. Get married. We have all our stuff.”

You let out a nervous laugh. “Are we really going to do this?”

“Why not?”

You shrugged, feeling giddy. “Okay. You’re right. Let’s do this!”

Dean leaned down and gave you a small kiss before turning back to the priest. “Father, we have a favor we’d like to ask you…”

So Sam had made a flying drive back to the motel (Dean must really love you to let Sam drive Baby), gathering up all your things. Then you and Dean dressed in offices at opposite ends of the church.

And now, here you stood, waiting to walk down that aisle and finally be married to your soulmate.

Sam walked around the corner at that moment. “You ready?”

You nodded, fearing that you’d throw up if you opened your mouth.

Sam looped your arm around his and stepped for the door, leading you down the aisle. You kept your eyes down until you were about five feet away. You looked up and found Dean smiling at you.

That smile eased your nerves.

Sam stopped you in front of Dean, giving your arm a slight squeeze before stepping behind Dean, taking his ‘best man’ position.

The priest opened his bible and began to speak; it was short and sweet. You and Dean exchanged short, self-written vows and traded rings and then… then the priest allowed you two to share your first kiss as a married couple.

There was no hubbub after. No greeting guests, no throwing birdseed, no tossing the bouquet (you didn’t even have a bouquet). The only picture that was taken was one on Dean’s phone, taken by the priest.

“Thank you, Father,” Dean said, shaking the man’s hand.

“Always happy to help. And I’m very happy for the two of you.”

The three of you climbed into the Impala; Dean allowed Sam to drive (again) so he could sit with you in the backseat.

“Do you want me to get a separate room?” Sam asked, pulling into the motel. “So you two can…”

“No, Sammy,” Dean said. “We’ll stay together for one more night. Tomorrow, we’ll head back home. Y/N and I will repack our bags and then we’re heading out for a two-week road trip.”


The road trip honeymoon was wonderful. You and Dean drove without real destinations, finding weird roadside attractions and museums, small towns with local flair and flavor.

You loved it.

After the first week, you and Dean were walking along a city strip, enjoying the nightlife, when you passed a tattoo parlor.

“Hey,” Dean said, stopping. “This might be a crazy idea, but… whaddya say we get some new ink?”

“Like what?”

“I’ve got an idea.”

Dean led you into the parlor and talked to the man behind the counter. The two of you were led into the back, your skin cleaned.

An hour later, the two of you walked out, plastic wrap protecting your new art. Each of you had gotten the other’s name on the inside of your wrist, yours on your left, Dean’s on his right. That way, when you held hands, the tattoos would be facing each other.

“I love you,” Dean said as the two of you headed back for the motel.

“I love you, too.”

The Drinny Thing (part 6)
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Ginny shoved the book away from her and rubbed at her eyes.  Sometimes she thought Draco’s plans to slither his way into control of the Ministry were less work than studying for N.E.W.T.s. The spring had passed in a blur of snide remarks and unexpected friends and more time spent over books than she’d have thought possible.  The Gryffindors who’d peppered her with catty remarks about marrying for money and how anyone who’d kiss Draco Malfoy couldn’t be trusted had fallen into shamed silence as she and Luna had taken to reminiscing about their days in the D.A. in loud voices that carried across halls and common rooms.  

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Targeting by queenmab_scherzo (WIP)

Steve and Bucky end up playing for rival college football teams.

Innocent Until by L1av (WIP)

Bucky Barnes made a name for himself as the attorney who could get anyone off, but he still lives by the saying, “Innocent until proven guilty.” Steve Rogers finds himself on trial for multiple homicide but he swears he was only trying to protect a girl. Bucky’s been in this business long enough to know when someone’s innocent, and Steve is innocent. America calls for Steve’s head while Bucky calls for justice. Steve already feels like a monster and Bucky’s worried this guy’s going to lay himself on the sword come his trial. So Bucky offers up another course for punishment.

Turns out, chains and whips really excite Steve.

The Biggest Part of Me by Anna_Heyward (WIP)

Newly divorced single dad Steve Rogers moves his kids from the suburbs to Brooklyn to start their new life together, and becomes captivated by the young man who works at the coffee shop downstairs from Steve’s apartment.

Bucky Barnes is 25 years old, working part-time in a coffee shop and still living with his mom. When a handsome single dad in a pinch offers Bucky a job as his nanny, Bucky takes him up on it.

This is a good idea, right?

(AU of the movie The Rebound.)

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i was found and now i don’t roam these streets by hipsterchrist

They’ve decided to start producing Bucky Bears again, now that he’s all shiny and redeemed and fighting for good on this big Avengers misfits team. “He has a little shiny gray arm,” Bucky says, wiggling the stuffed arm in question, one of the tweaks made in the new model. It takes Steve a second to realize that Bucky’s got a small smile on his face, actually looks a little bit proud around the eyes.

Or, Bucky relearns himself and how to be on a team, the rest of the Avengers try to get answers, and everyone watches too much Criminal Minds.

a tree grows in brooklyn by newsbypostcard

POST-CIVIL WAR: They have to get out of Siberia. They have to get to a safehouse. They have to figure out what comes next – how to live in the world; how to stay out of sight.

I Love You Like RLB

I love you like rlb has become a well-known, accepted and valuable component of American vernacular. The meaning of the letters ‘rlb’ is unknown, but is uniformly considered to be a statement of a great romantic love, commitment and sacrifice.

It was Dernier as first said it. Steve never imagined that something like that could have survived the war and all the years in between.

In which Tony goes insane trying to figure out why that phrase affects the Cap so much, Bucky teases the press, and Steve and Bucky love each other like rlb.


And Noon Should Burn (WIP) by readergirl1013

It’s wrong, everyone says. Wrong, wrong, wrong. Why would anyone choose that?

That is not her brothers. Sure Stevie is small, only a few inches taller than her, but that’s because he’s been sick so often. And, alright, Bucky could be a bit of a dandy, always fussing about looking his best, but he ain’t no queen.

So then why were they kissing like queers? It isn’t the first time neither. She’s seen first kisses, and she’s seen people that are going steady kiss, and she’s seen husbands and wives kiss.

Bucky and Stevie kiss like husbands and wives kiss.

A life is made up of memories, both the good and the bad. These are Rebecca Barnes’ memories. This is her life.

And There But For the Grace by leveragehunters (Monkeygreen)

Magical Realism AU where demons exist and Steven was an angel lured to Lucifer’s side in the war in Heaven. After the war, they threw him down into Hell, no longer an angel, but a demon.

Some humans know demons exist, summoning them out of Hell to use as weapons. Desperate to escape Hell, Steven answers a summons only to find himself bound to serve HYDRA. When they send him to possess Agent Peggy Carter, the encounter doesn’t go as HYDRA expects and Steven is set free to roam the earth.

Sixty years later, frantic to escape another summons, willing to do anything to stay unbound, he takes refuge inside the killer sent to slaughter the summoner. The killer has a metal arm and a mind like broken glass and Steven soon discovers he isn’t the only one hiding inside of it: he finds the man the killer’s body belongs to. Fragile and lost, the more Steven seeks him out the stronger he becomes, until the day he remembers his name: Bucky. Determined to protect him, Steven will do everything in his power to set him free and keep him that way.

(Chronologically, this stretches from before Captain America: First Avenger to a year or so before the first Avengers movie but has spoilers for Civil War.)

Captain Steven Rogers: A History Through Art by Pugglemuggle

[Excerpt from the speech of chief curator Virginia M. Mecklenburg at the opening banquet of the “Captain Steven Rogers: A History Through Art” Exhibit at the Smithsonian Museum of Natural History, January 5, 2012]

“Welcome to the Smithsonian Museum of Natural History. It is my pleasure to introduce to you all an exhibit that has been many years in the making. So rarely are we presented with opportunities to join art and history in a union as perfect as this one. Though Captain Steven Rogers sacrificed his life for our country more than sixty years ago, his legacy lives on in history books, documentaries, independent films, and now, thanks to our generous donors, in galleries as well. His artwork provides us with a singular perspective of pre-war American society, as well as a unique window into the soul of the American hero himself….“

Or, the life of Steve Rogers as told by biographers, art historians, tumblr users, a very enthusiastically queer college student, and the artwork of Steve Rogers himself. [Art included]

The History of a Family (WIP) by boombangbing

In 1916, Bucky’s mother arrived in New York with her father, the future owner of one of the most popular speakeasies in Brooklyn. In 1927, Bucky met Steve Rogers and realised there was a world beyond that of favoured son and the clean streets of his neighbourhood.

The Barnes family, 1916-present.

Shangri-La by nimmieamee

Steve gets money, still won’t move in with Bucky, and somehow totally misses that Queer Brooklyn is an option.

Spellbound (WIP) by imriebelow

After a long war between their two kingdoms, Prince James of Ireland is promised in marriage to King Alexander of Cornwall. To ensure peace he’s willing to sacrifice his happiness, but his resolve is tested when he and Steve are reunited after many years apart.

A Tristan and Isolde AU.


(Well it’s December guys and you know that what means. Selfie dump from selfies over the year and talking about it. It’s gonna get kinda text heavy because I’ve had kind of a shit year, and each of these photos represents either an important event or period of time. Time to get sad but also gay! 

These photos are in chronological order, and under the cut I’ll be explaining them. They all have the dates they were posted as descriptions. My face tag is #ax to the face if you want to go seek out the original posts! (Warning for emotional abuse ment. and suicidal ideation ment. under cut)

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Among Our Broken Altars

So I finally had an epiphany this morning and just ran with it. Thanks, willowaus for letting me spazz at you. And justanotherfiveminutes for reading this over.


Caroline woke with a nightmare in her veins. Golden on her tongue, the lingering taste of metallic ambrosia left her thirsty. She could hear the witches, could sense their frustration as they waited for her to wake.

This was supposed to have been her final Spring Break. Her last adventure before she graduated and moved to NYC for her new job. The last three years, she’d secretly tucked money aside, until taking her mom to Greece was something she could afford.

Thankfully, vampires didn’t need much sleep or an actual food budget. And after the horror of her high school - Elena being killed, those brief weeks the Originals had stuck around before disappearing? She’d only seen Klaus once, but it had marked her. Those iron filled eyes, the pitiless gaze that judged her and found her lacking. Still, she’d learned not to care what others thought of her.

And now for her all her vampire speed, she’d been kidnapped by a Greek Cult and her mother was dead. Exhausted, body weakened from the magic and ritual, for a moment darkness crept back along her eyes even as she fought it.

Shuddering a breath, she was drowning in flowers. There was power in the lingering darkness behind her eyes, but it was mere memory - something ancient and faded, gone with a laugh and the faintest flicker of sunshine power.

The gods lie entombed, little vampire; we dream of our broken stars. Be wary, for my dreams are not the only whispers cast into the world. Death lingers in your bones, life in your veins. Be wary, child of my King, daughter of my Sun.’

Gasping awake, she rolled to her side and coughed the worst of the pollen, that lingering touch of something old from her lungs. Blinking open her lashes, she stared at the scorched marks of the altar she’d been bound to with vervain ropes while her mother bled over her. Rage welled in her chest, and her monster lunged.

When it was over, she was painted in gore. Lips trembling, she sat next to her mother’s body and waited for the sun. She’d lost her ring hours before, and grief and rage were her only company as dawn’s fingers crept along the sky.

Those golden rays did not burn.


She left Greece broken.

She headed to Spain, unwilling to return to the States. Standing on the sandy beach, she’d felt something flicker, a howling of darkness across an ocean. It wasn’t the call that frightened her, but the way everything lunged towards it - the blooming of yellow power in her veins.

Be wary, for my dreams are not the only whispers cast into the world.’

Arms tight around her middle, Caroline shivered, teeth chattering for a moment in the sun. She stared across the blue waters. She was still her. Caroline Forbes, daughter of Elizabeth Forbes, who was buried under the olive trees she’d loved. But she wasn’t girly little Caroline anymore, the world had changed.

It was so bright. She found herself the happiest in color - the brilliance of dawn, the heavy scent of flowers and the wild laughter of people. She felt magic against her skin, skirted witches and their horrors. Understood balance in a way that even witches would scoff at. Most vampires ignored her, the thirst of her monster concealed by sunshine in her veins.

She was so lonely.

It was something Caroline didn’t understand. She missed her mom so much she ached with it, but this set like a chill in her bones. The monster under her skin was near-feral with it at times - when the wind carried that howling, until she could almost taste the power of it. Heart hammering in her chest, fangs burning in her gums, she always fled.

London changed everything.


Caroline roamed the British Museum with curious eyes and a thirst she couldn’t explain. A month ago, she’d found and destroyed a cult that had recognized her. Fools. For ten years, she had moved from an uneasy alliance with the power she was given to accepting and cautiously exploring. Her tiny, balcony garden was thriving, and she thought next year she’d try for something more complicated than herbs.

But she was still a weapon, death a companion that lingered in her shadow. More importantly, she was still a monster. That last witch, with her matted curls had been just so willing to talk if she’d just end the pain.

“Hades is hunting you.”

Caroline arched one brow, curled her fingers a little tighter around the intestines she gripped between slick fingers. The witch screamed and went even paler. “I’m not prey.”

“You were supposed to be an offering,” she gasped out. “He’s so angry.”

She thought of that voice, of all the reading she’d done over the years, trying to understand. Hades had loved his wife. Caroline was still uncertain how gods who were dead and broken were influencing the world, but Persephone hadn’t sounded lonely. Just a soft sadness, when she spoke of whispers.

No, wherever Persephone rested, she wasn’t alone. So whatever part of Hades were crawling through the world had been stolen, not given. Well, she wasn’t an ancient goddess even if she wasn’t exactly a vampire anymore either. Whoever carried Hades in their blood could just deal without her.

“You thought bringing ancient power into this world was smart - so much for balance. If you’re right and Hades really is somewhere, then I bet he likes vampires, since we’re close to death and all. You should probably join us.”

She ignored the gurgling screams as she shoved blood down her throat before wrenching her neck. Hours later, the witch woke crying and Caroline stared at her with black eyes.

“If Hades finds you, when he finds you, tell him to hunt something else. I’m not Persephone and I don’t need him.”

So now she stood among artifacts that should have resonated with those bits of ancient power inside her and she felt nothing. Relief was heady on her tongue. Persephone would have known these works, but to Caroline they were they were just pretty pieces of pottery, interesting history.

She really was just Caroline.

“Hiding among the dead, love?”

Caroline twisted, stared at the man who stood so casually in the doorway to the exhibit, eyes glittering. Blinking in shock, she held her ground but it was a near thing. “Klaus.”

Those old eyes narrowed and he paced forward, curls rumpled, his beard hardly softening the hard line of his jaw.

“Caroline Forbes,” he murmured and her stomach flipped over at his tone. The wanting that unexpectedly left her flushed. She sucked in a breath as he nearly touched her, and she narrowed her eyes in warning. “Pretty little Caroline. I was not expecting this. Or should I call you Persephone?”

Caroline stepped around him and headed for the exit. “You’re an ass.”

Laughter brushed her skin as he followed and Caroline shook as she realized that bone deep loneliness was gone. Instead the power under her skin was burning through her veins, the world shimmering out of the corner of her eyes.

“Going somewhere?”

“That’s none of your business.”

Iron fingers caught her wrist, spun her around and into his chest. She hissed, fangs bared but he merely cupped her face and smiled. “You’re absolutely my business, sweetheart. You’ve run long enough.”

Caroline kicked him in the knee, jerked away as he snarled. Tossed her hair, as she stared him down. She remembered what it was like, to be rejected by this man, to be found as nothing more than child.

“I’m not yours,” she said flatly, refusing to bend as he straightened. “Whatever you think you know, whatever you think I might be, forget it.”

Klaus canted his head, stared at her with amusement. “You can’t hide from your blood.”

“What’s in my blood doesn’t need you,” Caroline said firmly. She ignored the tightening of his jaw, the blaze of fury behind his eyes. She wasn’t a child and her power had been given freely, not stolen through corrupt rituals. “And I don’t want you.”

He arched a brow, lines shifting to a challenge. “You will.”

Caroline snorted and rolled her eyes. “I sincerely doubt that.”

Klaus smiled, a slow seduction that left his cheeks creased, his eyes hot with challenge. “Oh sweetheart, I’m looking forward to changing your mind.”

She left him, in the hall of dead civilizations.

Refused to admit that part of her looked forward to it too.


Caroline accepted the mangled wrist, bit down with fangs as she was cradled against a hot chest, soft noises against her ear. The shock of his blood against her tongue shook her. Potent, drenched in a power that was old magic, she moaned.

“Take what you need, love.” Klaus murmured low and soft. “I’ve got you.”

She sank her fangs a little deeper in punishment. She’d dealt with the witches, and the werewolf bite burned but didn’t poison. But those lingering touches of Morpheus, the curse that had tried to dig into her skin had nearly dragged her under.

Be wary, for my dreams are not the only whispers cast into the world.’

And now, Klaus was in her veins.

They’d played Cat and Mouse, though she never knew who was hunting who. He stalked her across the globe, leaving presents and little insights into who she was and who she wanted to be. Living plants, bright paintings, gorgeous clothes that called to both woman and goddess. She dug in her heels, refused some, kept others and tried to ignore that niggling thought that he was courting her.

Then she’d been abducted. Not the first, not the last but with each beat of her heart he burrowed a little deep. His power pushed away Morpheus, sang through her veins like coming home and she shoved his wrist away with alarm.

She twisted, parted her lips to demand he release her when he kissed her. He licked her lips clean, chased his blood on her tongue and she melted against him. Hunger and contentment hummed in her chest, desire swam through her blood.

But it was the sting of his bite, that hot second of venom that her power burned through like sunshine that had her scrambling free. Eyes wide, body alive and wanting, she stared at him with a heaving chest.

Klaus smiled, licked his lips with his monster’s face and Caroline knew she was in trouble.


Caroline’s naked back pressed against the softest of grass, but she couldn’t care. Panting, head tossing, she whined as the mouth against her breast released her nipple; whimpered as that talented, talented mouth skimmed down her abdomen and pressed where she needed him the most.

He’d lured her into this garden, tempted her with the softest of lures. Here, surrounded by the sun and his power, she’d let him spring his trap. With each demanding stroke against her clit, each thrust of his fingers she cared less that she’d let him win.

Instead, she clung to him harder; let the storm of her orgasm wash through her. Wrapped her legs around his waist and claimed him too. Klaus reached for her with fangs and stolen power, and she met him and claimed him harder.

“You the most stubborn creature I’ve met, little love,” Klaus told her later, as she laid sprawled on his chest. “Why run?”

Caroline snorted, lifted her head. “Please, I’m worth enough to be wanted for me, not what lingered from a long dead goddess.”

“Is that what you thought?” Klaus asked, brows tucked together as he toyed with a curl.

“What else could have possibly attracted you?” Caroline replied in amusement. “I remember Mystic Falls just fine, Klaus. You saw me as nothing but a baby vampire. Then suddenly, I’m worth something.”

He shrugged, eyes narrowed. “I noticed you just fine, love. You thought otherwise? You, a creature of death and sunshine? But I’ve long dealt with the remains of a broken power, and while you were a temptation, it wasn’t one I had time to indulge.”

“I don’t believe you.”

He nipped her chin. “There is a reason the witches used you to draw a sleeping goddess’ attention, sweetheart. But that’s an argument for another day.”

Klaus rolled her, ignored her grumbling protest as flowers were crushed beneath their weight. “I have all the time to indulge now, and sweetheart, I have plans.”

Caroline smiled at him, cupped his face. “I suppose I’ll let you lead, for now.”

“You may take me to your heart’s content,” Klaus said as he kissed down her throat, lingering at her rapid pulse. “Later. Much, much later.”

His fangs buried in her throat and she arched, golden power sliding through her blood. Shuddered as he groaned against her skin, body filling hers.

Not all the stars were broken.

My Japan Visit + Naruto Exhibit + Boruto Movie + NYCC Preview

I’m headed to NYC for comic con in a few hours but I didn’t want to leave before posting this for you guys.  Better late than never, here’s my write up of my trip which includes my thoughts on the Boruto Movie and the Naruto Exhibit that I visited while there. 

Here’s a video of me thumbing through some of my Nardo swag:

For my milestone 30th birthday I didn’t want to do the standard stuff. I wanted to do something special. And I knew I didn’t want to do it at home.  So what better idea than to visit one of my favorite places in the world?  Yeah, it’s a 7,000 mile trip. Yeah, it’s during the sweltering summer. Yeah, I would be missing classes in my first week of a rigorous MBA program, but let’s be real. There was no way I would be celebrating my 30th sitting in a classroom at night after putting in a 10 hour shift at work all day. Nuh-Uh. So where was I instead?  At Universal Studios Japan of course, enjoying fun stuff like the Wizarding World of Harry Potter, roller coasters, Terminators, and things like that. 

I’d never been to one of their parks before (or Disney World/Land for that matter) but after visiting Japan’s I definitely plan to check out the ones we have stateside.  I want to go inside Hogwarts castle, and I sure as hell wasn’t waiting in a 4 hour line to do it that day.  

I hadn’t practiced Japanese for a while and only started brushing up about a couple of weeks before the trip.  But when I got there I was really shocked at how it started coming back to me. I was saying things I forgot I knew, lol.  It would just come out.  It’s so interesting how that happens when you’re immersed in it.  My accent is apparently still decent too. I kept getting asked repeatedly if I lived there (and no, it wasn’t the standard “your Japanese is good” even when it sucks comment. I could tell as they were listening to me that they were genuinely surprised). They were shocked to learn that a school in America would actually offer courses in their language.  But the funny thing is, even my high school offered Japanese (along with Russian, German, Latin, Italian, French, Spanish, and sign language).  But I guess we’re a special case. So I think I plan to start studying it again. I missed out in high school, but I took classes at University and then had a tutor for a couple of years, and then there’s all that anime I’ve been watching since I was like…10, rofl.  So I guess it makes sense.  

I got hooked on a J Drama while I was there called Konkatsu Deka. It’s only raw right now, but the dialogue isn’t that complicated and with the visuals I’m able to follow along for the most part. I’m only up to ep 4, but I try to watch it here and there.

One of my favorite foods in life is Okonomiyaki.  I tried it for the first time in Hiroshima in ‘09 and OMG was it good.  We didn’t get to go there this time, but Osaka is supposed to be a worthy rival.  I had some for my birthday dinner:
My craving for Okonomiyaki will never be sated so I plan to stop being lazy and start making it myself. And the cook from the restaurant gave me my own spatula/scraper thingie as a present after I told him it was my birthday.  #LifeGoals

I’m a figure skating fan and my #1 favorite skater these days is Yuzuru Hanyu. After winning the Olympics he became an absolute rock star over there so I was curious as to whether I’d see anything about him.  I actually didn’t see much of him except for a brief interview on television. I know he has a statue in their Madame Tussaud’s museum but I didn’t get to go there.  I did see a lot of Mao Asada ads on their trains in Kyoto, Osaka, and Tokyo though.  I know she’s working on a comeback so it looks like her endorsements are giving her solid support.  

We also went to their Robot Restaurant in Shinjuku near our hotel.  A lot of western celebs visit. I saw pics of Katy Perry and Norman Reedus there for instance.

Hmmm those tomoe are quite familiar. ~_^.  

Here’s some video of the finale:

A trip to Japan is not a trip to Japan unless you see Godzilla.  And lookie there, there’s a Boruto poster! Maybe they’ll defeat him for us :P.  

Here’s some video of the head in action:

I guess that’s a good segue into the Naruto portion of the trip.  I was able to go to the Naruto Exhibition in Osaka.  It was really cool.  The line was super long to get in. All I could see at that point was $$$ or I guess ‎¥‎¥‎¥ for the organizers.  The sculptures were awesome and I loved the video montages. They summarized the whole series really well. It was interesting to see the original storyboards. You could see where Kishi whited out mistakes as well as his coloring patterns.  They had all of the pages of chapter 700 and all of the pages of the final chapter of the gaiden posted while I was there.   There was continued promotion the film as I saw the trailer in several places.  I was behind these two girls and it didn’t take long to realize they were Sasuke fans.  When we got to his statue they got all giddy and one was covering her face saying “kakkoii” over and over again.  I can’t pretend I wasn’t amused.  It was like the statue was a One Directioner standing there live and in person or something.  And then they did it AGAIN at the end where they had chapter 700 up, which they had to have seen before since it’s been out for nearly a year now.  But either way they were clearly enjoying themselves, LOL.

The giftshop had a lot of cool things. Credit cards are still not widely used outside of Tokyo and I was running low on the dough.  In order to use my card I would have had to spend over 20,000 yen (roughly $200) and that wasn’t happening, lol.  But I think I had a good haul for what I did get:

I could have gotten Sasuke’s guestbook too if I pre-ordered my ticket, but I didn’t feel like trying to figure it out. Naruto’s book has Kakashi’s handsome face reveal in it and that was more important, lol.

Based on that shirt as well as a few lines on some literature there, it is clear to me that any doubts as to whether they’ll continue to milk this cash cow can be put to rest. They can and they shall keep it going in some way or another with or without Kishi.  

Later in the week I managed to go see Boruto one morning at the cinema in the picture above with the big poster.  Japan actually has a gift shops in their theatres with themed merchandise. I was really surprised to see it, especially for our own Hollywood films. There were oversized Ted 2 teddy bears all over the place.  It’s just interesting because we don’t really do that here.  But anyway I decided to snag the guide book and a few other momentos.  I was really happy to see that they still had the Rai no Sho books on hand, especially at such a prime location. The ticket was kinda pricey so having the book softened the blow some. 

The film itself was enjoyable enough.  I’m still not buying the premise that Naruto can’t spend time with his family because being Hokage means he’s too busy.  I just can’t buy that he can’t spend time with his wife and kids because it’s more important to stock shelves at a store and run all kinds of silly errands around town that people should be able to handle themselves.  It’s not quite as bad as the hand dealt to Sasuke who doesn’t see his kid at all for most of her life, but still it’s lame. With that ridiculousness aside, I thought the action was cool and I liked the voices of the new gen for the most part.  I liked the Papasuke interaction with Sarada that was lacking in the gaiden, but I was still left wanting more. Of course I know a movie can’t show everything.  Sarada’s adorable and Boruto isn’t as annoying as I found him previously. I still wouldn’t say he’s a favorite of mine though and I’m still not sympathetic to his issues.  I can’t say I’m totally sold on another go round with a new generation.  I’m still more invested in their parents at this point and don’t imagine seeing much development with them as secondary characters now.  

In general I’m more or less winding down with fandom and checking off the last few things. I’ve seen the film, I’ve seen the Naruto exhibition, and now I’ll go to New York Comic Con (and don’t worry, I’ll be rocking my NH/SS Family shirt for all the Narutard stuff) to round out 10 years. I’ve got a lot of swag on hand so I hope he can sign several things. I’ve got tickets to one of his signings before I attend the blade rave.

We also managed to snag tickets to the Studio Ghibli museum. They sell out months in advance but thankfully we scored some. It’s a beautiful facility. They don’t allow photos inside, but my friend snuck one in anyway in this mini room. 

The door is also really small, lol.
We could take pics outside though:

We got a commemorative ticket with a few frames from one of his films (my friends had different films).

Howl’s Moving Castle is one of my favorites so I couldn’t walk away without Howl and Calcifer swag. I looked for a Sophie too but they didn’t have it *sad face*. 

They didn’t have that crystal block at the museum, but I found it elsewhere at Nakano Broadway (thanks for the recommend to head there witchtimez) and had to add it to my collection. At least there’s Sophie too!!

A trip to Japan is not a trip to Japan without Ramen. We went to the Golden Gai (off the beaten path for most tourists) and it was soooo good:

The Japanese don’t eat ramen like we do. They slurp it like it’s the last thing they’ll ever eat and it’s LOUD, lol.  I didn’t quite get the hang of it like that so I took a little longer to finish.  I like to think I was savoring it and I wasn’t just a hopeless gaijin lol.

We went to Akihabara where I ran into the Boruto takoyaki stand. I’d seen it on the internet but I had no idea it was actually there lol. I can confirm it’s not to scale because I’m 5'7 and Sasuke is suppose to be 6'0 I think?

We also ate at the Gundam Cafe which was nice:

You could win these in the arcades:

Then we rounded out the night with Karaoke and Purikura. And yes, though generally I wouldn’t call myself a fan, we rocked out (or I guess popped out) to T-Swift. You only live once I guess. *Haters gonna hate hate hate…*
I have over a 1200 photos so I can’t post everything and I’m not going to document my entire trip since I wrote plenty here, but I visited Kyoto, Osaka, Hakone (the Ryokan and onsens were sooo relaxing), Nara with all the deer, and rounded it out in Tokyo.  It was a 10 day trip and I packed in a lot of stuff, but that still wasn’t enough time to see everything I wanted to see and do everything I wanted to do.  But it’s no matter. I’ll be visiting Japan throughout my entire lifetime (even my school’s program offers a study abroad session there) so I’ll save those things for next time.  

On the way back, I gotta say it was definitely nice to be carded.  I asked for wine as my drink and the Japanese flight attendant asked how old I was. I said 30 and her eyes bugged out, lol. 

So yeah that was the trip in a nutshell!  I’ll just end this with the pretty Yukata I got fitted for at the Ryokan in Hakone :P:  

I have plenty of videos and you can check them out by clicking here if you’d like.

Ja ne!!