can’t wait to be a bitter 32 yr old business magnate coke addict who sold their soul to the stock market and makes their husband sleep on the couch bc he wants to fuck but im having an affair w the secretary


There is a bittersweet longing in Aloha ‘Oe (Farewell to Thee). It was written by Queen Lili'uokalani of Hawaii in 1877, after seeing the farewell embrace between an American colonel and his Hawaiian girlfriend. Sixteen years later, Queen Lili'uokalani was deposed by American pineapple and sugar magnates, with assistance from the U.S. Navy. She was not a bad ruler. She just had the audacity to push back against the increasing power of the U.S. companies and draft a new constitution which would give more rights to Hawaiians who were, well, from Hawaii. This was unacceptable.

Hawaii became a “republic” controlled by the United States, and then they stopped pretending and just made it a territory. Queen Lili'uokalani never abdicated. She was placed under house arrest for five years, during which time she wrote her autobiography and a songbook’s worth of music in Hawaiian.

this is for @ilgaksu because she had a bad day and we’ve been chatting spy au and she gave me an idea and i want to cheer her up. all those reasons

Running the surveillance van is generally considered the boring job, but Matt doesn’t mind it. He can people watch to some extent, and he has Neil here to keep him company in watching the screens. It’s quiet and requires no acting, which makes it preferable to being in Andrew’s position right now.

On Matt’s screen, Andrew is leaning back in his seat, cards held in one hand and a low glass next to the other. He’s pretending to be a Russian magnate with a taste for the dirtier side of capitalism and also for killing people he doesn’t like. He looks relaxed, swimming with sharks. Probably because he’s the deadliest predator swimming in these waters.

They’re well into the game in there when Neil says something low in a language that definitely isn’t English, and then, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“What?” Matt asks. He’s instantly alarmed, because it takes a lot to make Neil lose his cool – the last time he said something similar, he was bleeding out from a hole in his gut.  

Neil is already on his feet. “I’ve got to go in there.”

Neil is definitely not supposed to go in there. He’s only here in the van because of a concession on Wymack’s part, mostly because they’d all believed he’d find a way to get involved in the worst way possible if he weren’t included in an official role. Things have gotten a lot more complicated since he and Andrew started working together, including the frequency with which Neil gets bullet wounds.

“You can’t,” Matt says. “You’ve got your orders.”

“Do you really think I care?” Neil replies. “Andrew’s about to get his cover blown, and I can’t warn him from here.”

They couldn’t send Andrew in wearing an earpiece because everyone inside was searched for tech, so the only support they could provide was watching like this. “How do you know you won’t get him killed storming in there right now?”

“What would you do if it were Dan? Sit in your ass here in the van, or go?” Neil asks. Matt looks away from the screen to his face, taking in the brutal determination with which he looks back.

Matt and Dan are married, but he suspects mentioning that might not be worth the air he’d waste in the process. Whatever bond it is that Andrew and Neil have, it’s probably just as significant, as close and as unbreakable. He says instead, “Who did you see?”

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Find You (Part 4)

Summary: Bucky has moved into a new apartment, not knowing that its previous tenant thinks they still live there. And he’s the only one that can see them.

Word Count: 1,364

Warnings: None.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

A/N: Ahhh things are getting more exciting :D I hope you all enjoy! Please let me know ^^ 

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The woman smiles at Bucky as he calls out to her, as if she knew that he was going to approach her. Bucky gives her an uneasy grin and clears his throat. He’s opening his mouth to tell her something when she thrusts a business card out at him.

“I have an appointment I have to attend right now,” she says, not waiting for Bucky to say anything else. And Bucky feels a shiver go through him. She knew too much, and when she stared into his eyes it was like she was looking at the deepest parts of him. It unsettled him. “You can call me next week and we can settle an appointment.”

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First Contact

(Inspired by a binge play of Mass Effect 1, a silly conversation with @ysmirel and also from reading too many (wonderful) alien stories on tumblr. A bit longer than what I usually write here, at about 4k words.)

Part I | Part II | Part III

They thought they were safe.

They thought their galaxy would never be a problem, because no sane, sentient organism would ever venture into, or out of, that hazardous place willingly—that dangerous fortress of a planet far too close to its star center, simultaneously protected and threatened by Planet ZS-01’s gravitational field and vibrantly thriving despite several near-misses with asteroid strikes and gradually increasing heat deterioration.

They assumed this for several decades, centuries, passing detailed warnings and fearmongering education of the singular species down by generations and knowing they’d never face an issue with too much interest in that isolated, forbidden corner of the megaverse because of the carefully-maintained precautions.

For all their calculations, however, they overlooked one vital detail—something so incredibly basic that in hindsight they should have predicted it—in omnisight, should have known it would happen, yet overlooked it out of—they weren’t too vain to admit it—sheer arrogance. That detail was: when one species reaches out and repeatedly attempts to communicate, especially one not deterred by radio silence, another species will inevitably respond. Particularly, those ugly, unsavory, desperate Isa from the Kraal System who were warned, always warned, and heavily fined, but never listened. But the fault originated with them, for not keeping a closer eye on those anomalous creatures, for being too complacent in believing the Isa were far too worthless for those beings to accept.  

And so, despite their efforts, and due to their own failings, first contact was made.

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We Americans claim to be a peace-loving people. We hate bloodshed; we are opposed to violence. Yet we go into spasms of joy over the possibility of projecting dynamite bombs from flying machines upon helpless citizens. We are ready to hang, electrocute, or lynch anyone, who, from economic necessity, will risk his own life in the attempt upon that of some industrial magnate. Yet our hearts swell with pride at the thought that America is becoming the most powerful nation on earth, and that it will eventually plant her iron foot on the necks of all other nations. Such is the logic of patriotism.
—  Emma Goldman, “Patriotism, a Menace to Liberty” (1911)

Wakabayashilite on Calcite

Locality: White Caps Mine, Manhattan, Toquima Range, Nye Co., Nevada, USA

This is one of the most rare and strange of old USA mineral species, not found since the early 1900s here, and almost legendary among collectors of such old and esoteric minerals. This is a beautiful and important display specimen that has an INCREDIBLY RARE cluster of bright orange Wakabayashilite on a showy, display-sized specimen of contrasting massive calcite! A piece such as this dates back over 150 years and is so rare that I have only seen 2 other genuine old pieces like this in my life, for sale. The last time I saw one was ten years ago and in the collection of Andrew Carnegie (the industrial magnate). It was not recognized at the time as a new species and was always labeled as “hair orpiment.” This is a significant rarity in museum quality. I am sure that the cluster has been stabilized with a glue, a long time ago, as it is not as wiggly and fragile as it looks, and can be touched.

This is a fashion type picture of Lorna Dane aka Polaris. I have always really wanted to like her. I just feel like she has so much potential to be a great epic character but she has never had her moment… that one story that elevates a character to someone people relate to. She is beautiful to me and powerful but fiercely misunderstood and damaged. So much to work with and yet no one has done it. Come on Marvel… Lets make that happen.

Love is for everyone.

I tell myself.

It is. No mater who you are or how alone you feel, someone loves you. Mom, dad, grandma, even neighbor.

Falling in love is what’s not for everyone.

I often think that is what’s problematic for me. I fall in love too fast and too hard.

I fell in love with the way his eyes mimicked the crashing waves of the ocean.

I fell in love with his inquisitive glance at the sunset, wonder how on earth anything could be so beautiful.

I fell in love with his messy locks of pure gold hair and the way they fell so effortlessly.

I fell so hard I was never able to catch my breathe again.

Hoping one day he would look at me the same way he looked at the sky when it twisted with anger and roared with power.

He was in love with the sky.

He is in love with everything I’m not.


That was found in a small girl who mirrored the look of art.

He loved her, not knowing how it completed destroyed me.

What made me crumble the most is knowing that I could have been all those things. I would be all those things for him.

Instead he will never come to know he look of my face or the sharpness of my personality.

He would have been in love with the way my brain formed poetry effortlessly.

He would have been in love from the moment our eyes made un breaking contact.

There is something about the gaze I could hold with those I want.

The way my soft eyes would imprint his heart, making him forever mine.

His attraction to me would be stronger than a magnate.

He wouldn’t stand a chance against me.

He would have been in love with the way I move and speak.

The length of my legs and the curves of my hips would have driven him insane.

His need for our bodies to be in contact would be vital.

His infatuation would have been stronger than mine.

He would spend his whole life wondering how he could love someone so much.

So much it hurts.

Instead i have to believe that there is a reason his lips will never speak my name.

A reason his body and soul will never connect with mine.

I have to believe it or i would not make it another second in this world.

But as I’ve said before, there are some who are not meant to fall in love.

I am one of them so therefore, he will never know me.

And i will spend my whole life thinking that i am the only one love is not for.

But still knowing he would have loved me more than life.


Big Mom’s net really spreads into every part of the underworld.

  • Stussy: She has bedroom eyes and I hope this isn’t the last we see of her.  The introduction of a pleasure quarter will definitely bring about some angsty and smutty aus in the future.  I call it now.  I’m torn between wanting her to have a cool devil fruit or just being that badass of a woman to be the Queen of the pleasure district.  
  • Drug Peclo: Is he holding a sickle?  I really like his character design.  The invitation of an underworld mortician would be very convenient at this particular wedding.
  • Du Feld: He has a thing for Stussy and it’s definitely not reciprocated.  Scars also make for great stories and I want to know how he got the huge one on his face.
  • Morgans: Is a literal bird.  Makes sense since the news in this world is delivered by bird.  Are all the birds his children?  He says that he and the Germa go back a long time, so i’m guessing it has to do with spreading propaganda.
  • Giberson: Is already getting drunk.  Actually he might already be drunk considering his nose is bright red.  He’s got fingers everywhere in the underworld.  
  • Umit: “No need to ship this news.” This is coming from the shipping magnate.  

I need to know all of the illegal activities that the guests of this wedding participate in.

anonymous asked:

PLEASE tell me more about noah and gregory's friendship (relationship?) noah seems like a dick, greg is prob in love w him, it seems all very annoying jock boy relationship i just wanna know more have they drunkenly made out yet


basically… Noah is really intelligent but he’s lazy. Greg is like, Not Smart, and so uninterested in school, ‘cause whatever right? Not like he’s not going to inherit like half his dad’s fortune. Noah and Greg both had tough upbringings, they’re both privileged and white, their parents are never home, and they met during one of Noah’s dad’s parties. 
Noah’s dad owns a chain of big luxury hotels, one near Portland. (Peninsula Gardens) And he’s planning to open another one in Blue Crests. Greg’s dad is a business magnate. (miners.)
Typical lonely, rich boys. Greg’s dad was all, Approving of his friendship with Noah, and at first, Noah didn’t seem like he cared Too Much about Greg, but
see, Mr. Hawkins often berates Greg.
“Noah should have been my son. Why can’t you be more like him.”
“your sister is excelling at her school, look at you.”
Stuff like that. One time Noah overhears Mr. Hawkins calling Greg a stupid oaf for breaking something at their home. Noah immediately defends Greg, saying stuff like, “it’s not his fault, the vase was placed too near the edge!” 
And it made Greg go !!!!!!! 
because no one had ever defended him before. Ever since then, he’s rarely left Noah’s side. Even though a lot of the kids at Willow Grove call him Noah’s henchman, he’s the only one who can stomach how much of a snob and a “weirdo” Noah can be. On the field, Noah’s 5′10 height might seem unimpressive, but he’s Untouchable thanks to his bff.

someone: oh yeah, back off, from you and what arm-
Greg and his 6′5 ass: *glare*
someone: alright alright jeez
Noah: *huffing with pride* see that?? See that Greg?? He was so scared of me.
Greg: yeah, I saw it. You’re pretty terrifying.

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