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B018 in Beirut

B018 is a music club, a place of nocturnal survival, designed by Bernard Khoury/DW5. The B018 project is, first of all, a reaction to difficult and explosive conditions that are inherent to the history of its location and the contradictions that are implied by the implementation of an entertainment program on such a site. B018 refuses to participate in the naïve amnesia that governs the post-war reconstruction efforts.

The project is built below ground. Its façade is pressed into the ground to avoid the over exposure of a mass that could act as a rhetorical monument. The building is embedded in a circular concrete disc slightly above tarmac level. At rest, it is almost invisible. It comes to life in the late hours of the night when its articulated heavy metal roof structure retracts hydraulically.

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librarian gothic

-you arrive for the early shift every morning at 7:30. you turn on the lights. the shadows recede. on thursday, you turn on the lights, but for exactly one second, the shadows remain present. you try to ignore the feeling of terror that rockets through you. 

-the circulation computer has been giving staff problems for years; the screen freezes, the mouse sticks, and the monitor constantly flashes “time of death: 3:18. cause: electrocution.” a patron jokes, “must be possessed.” you try to laugh, but you eye the clock: 3:15. 

-the library has a metal roof; when it rains, the sound echoes through the whole library, huge raindrops pummeling the building. you have been enjoying the sound of the rain for about 3 hours when two patrons walk in wearing shorts and dry t shirts, commenting on how nice the sunshine feels. 

-a newcomer in the town has just signed up for a library card. you are explaining what happens when materials are overdue. books are 25 cents a day when overdue; if they are lost, the patron is hung by their toes on the front lawn. the patron laughs at your joke. you do not. you were not joking. 

-one of the clerks, Dawn, phones to say she will be a little late for her 3 o’clock shift. Dawn walks in at 3:15, logs in to her computer. the phone rings. it is Dawn. she will be in at 3:30. 

-a patron stops by the reference desk and asks for a certain book. you tell them the book will be in the 300s section. “and where can I find the 300s?” they ask. you don’t know how to reply. no one has seen the 300s section in years.

Extended Imagine - Stormy Snuggles

{Based on this imagine.}

The sky spoke in ominous booms, warning you of the impending storm. You climb out of the car and run for the house - bounding up the steps onto the covered front porch. Chris lingers behind, taking time to check out the jagged black clouds.

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Smoulder Chapter 34

Summary: These kids never learn 

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Smoulder Chapter 34

The akuma was relentless.

Ladybug’s heart flipped as the rooftop below her feet began to crumble, turning into a slew of muddy rocks and boulders. Beside her, Chat Noir yelped out as he lost his footing. She reached out to grab his tail just in time.

Without stopping to think further, Ladybug threw out her yo-yo to the nearest lamp post, swinging both her and Chat to safety just in time.

Or so she thought.

Too late she realised the akuma must have zapped the lamp too. The once taught string of her yo-yo slackened. Her and Chat fell to the ground with separate shrieks.

Before they hit the pavement, Chat wrapped himself around her, placing a hand behind her head to protect it from the impact. Ladybug closed her eyes, felt the sudden smack of concrete rattle her bones, before the pair of them rolled gently to a stop.

“Well My Lady,” Chat grunted from below her, winking, “seems you’re stuck between a rock and a hard place.”

“Seriously?!” she cried, pulling him to his feet and flicking his nose.

“I saw an op-purr-tunity and took it,” he replied, wiggling his nose.

“Not your fe-linest moment Kitty,” she shot back as they ran for cover, ducking and dodging falling boulders as they did so. They leapt a few streets away from the akuma, hiding behind a large dumpster in order to come up with a plan.

The Akuma, whom they’d nicknamed Landslide, was particularly nasty. Neither Ladybug nor Chat had been able to verbally engage with him so his motivations remained vague. But some akumas were like that, angry and hurting, dedicated to causing as much chaos as possible. They  were usually the most dangerous ones and Landslide was no exception.

“We have to concentrate on keeping  the akuma contained,” Ladybug huffed, eyebrows knotting together in a frown.

“And getting as many people out of the area as possible,” Chat agreed. Luckily they’d managed to evacuate most people from the buildings, and force them to head for safety. Chat had been the distraction whilst Ladybug warned others and Alya, being the ever present blogger, had spread the word over the internet. Unfortunately there were still a few stragglers, those interested in seeing the superheroes fighting with their own two eyes, and others who were simply panicking and not thinking things through.

From a few streets down, Landslide let our a roar which caused them both to jump. Ladybug grabbed Chat and pulled him down to the ground where they hid, waiting, hoping…

Dio! He sounds rather grumpy no?”

Ladybug glanced up to see Volpino hanging from a window box by his bushy tail. Once he realised they’d noticed him, he dropped down to the floor to join them,  crouching down to their level. His ears flattened against his head so that they wouldn’t stick out from the top of the dumpster and give them away. Impressive, Ladybug thought, that he’d leaned how to control his extra appendages so quickly. Chat had taken months to be able to control his tail, and it still had a life of its own…

…Or did it?

That pesky cat.

“Forgive me for intruding,” Volpino interrupted her train of thoughts, “Nathanael and I were nearby when I saw the akuma attack. We ran away and, once I made sure he was safe, I managed to lose him so I could find you-” he ran a worried hand through his hair- “the akuma seems rather viscious so if you two need help, I’m willing and able though it is not my- ahh- my time yet. So to speak.”

Ladybug mulled their options over, placing her fingers on her chin. On the one hand it was nothing her and Chat  couldn’t handle, and Volpino hadn’t been announced to the press yet so this was sure to cause a media frezy. On the other hand there were people in very real danger. Any extra hands would be useful and the media were going to go crazy over a new hero regardless. Headline stories meant nothing over the safety of the people they were in charge of protecting.

She glanced over at Chat, who nodded solemnly. He seemed to be sharing the same thoughts as her.

“Ok,” she complied, ushering him closer. Volpino beamed, ears perked as he hurried towards them, though he quickly forced them down again.

“You have powers of illusion right?” Chat asked looking at the flute residing on Volpino’s hip. “That’ll be pretty handy actually!”

For a moment, Volpino’s smile faltered.

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Park Chanyeol//  Feasible - Part 2

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

Prompt:  You’re a work-for-hire girl - for the criminals and criminally rich. Your job is to threaten, steal from, frighten or hurt whoever you’ve been employed to - but your newest job involves a person you swore you’d never talk to again. Someone who brought you into this entire business - and tried to get you out. Someone who, should you accept this challenge, would open a Pandora’s box of disaster… (1 //3 /4 /5 /6)
Scenario: AU, angst, miniseries
Word Count: 4,995

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Should you use a Metal Roof?

Picking the roofing you want is really a difficult decision because there are so many options out there. Most people choose to go with asphalt over metal, but why is this? Metal is clearly a stronger choice, but asphalt costs much less. But, is a metal roof right for you?

Are you looking for your home or business?

Most people stay in a home for an average of 13 years, according to the Star Tribune. So, for your home, the longevity of a roofing product may not matter that much. The average shingles roof lasts only around 20 years, but a longer-lasting metal roof costs twice as much money. If you don’t plan to stay long in your home, or even if you plan to stay a couple years longer than average, it is certainly not going to be worth the cost to get a metal roof. A business, however, will use the space for quite a long time. Even if businesses come and go, the building will still stand for a long time, and in theory, your business will stay in there too. A metal roof will certainly be worth the cost.

What about weather?

When you deal with winter weather every winter, a metal roof is the right choice. It helps prevent large icicles from dropping off the roof, which can be a dangerous hazard, and it helps keep your home warmer by protecting cool air from seeping through the roof. It also will help in the summertime by keeping your home cooler. It can also protect your home from hail damage and the need to replace your roof sooner.

Is the cost really worth it?

The cost of metal roofing is very high compared to your average shingles roof, and even though there are many advantages to buying it, it is probably not worth it for the average American. In general, you can expect to move too quickly for the metal roof to really pay off, and unless you own a business, there’s no need to spend the extra money.

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anonymous asked:

can u do a pharmercy prompt where angela smokes

It’s amazing that you requested this because after I saw this post I literally thought to myself “I really want to know what a smoking Mercy is like.” And I never wrote it because I thought it might actually be too out of character.

But now you’ve given me an excuse to do it anyway, so THANK YOU. <3




It isn’t a habit, entirely. She does not skip out in the day to come out here. She knows the medical ramifications, has studied them intently in school, and later, on her own; a morbid curiosity into her own self-destructive tendency.

Everyone has them, Angela reasons, why shouldn’t she? She is not an angel, for all she pretends. For all she hopes and aspires to. In her mind there is an ideal woman there: proud and strong and unbelievably kind. Angela endeavors, and she fights - as she always has. One day, she thinks, she may become the thing the world repeatedly tells her she is.

It is midnight, everyone is asleep, and she is sitting on the flat metal roof of the base in Gibraltar, mapping the constellations her father had once pointed out to her.

It’s the anniversary of his death - their death. The neural implant in her spine is dislodged by a fraction of a hair from a previous mission and it hurts.

Angela lights a cigarette, her knees pulled up and tucked under her chin and she accepts the pain of both these things as wisps of smoke float away, illuminated by the moonlight; there’s Orion.

The other night Angela had sat beside Fareeha and pointed out the stars, their significance - had talked about Greek mythology, a favorite subject of hers, and had listened to Fareeha recount what she remembered of Egyptian mythology from her time in school. Angela, studious to a detrimental degree and endlessly fascinated with the things Fareeha has to share, looked up more, learned more.

Angela breathes in; breathes in smoke, lets it burn her esophagus a little bit, thinks of how it is killing her a little more with each drag and admits to herself that she may truly love another person again.

It is terrifying.

It is terrifying because Angela cares deeply for life, in general, her friends in particular, but she knows that each string she ties to them, binds them to her, is a liability - the best medical professionals in the world are the ones who look first for results; last, out for the people around them. Statistically, their accomplishments are often more significant. Angela has always kept a professional distance - it is the best way she knows how to save lives.

Fareeha is a wild card. She is so brave and so loyal and so unbelievably beautiful, good, much more than Angela deserves. And yet she lingers; to eat lunch with her and invite her out to walk around town; to spend thirty minutes at a claw machine in a super market trying (unsuccessfully) to win trivial items. (Angela has the dinosaur shaped trinket on her bedside table even now).

Angela sighs, the cigarette is to the filter so she unfurls, presses it against the heel of her boot to extinguish what’s left and puts the butt back in the box, to be thrown away later.

Orion hasn’t moved, her parents are still gone, the pain at the base of her neck is nearly unbearable.

Perhaps nothing has changed.

Angela brushes off her pants, shivers against the chilly evening air and considers going back to her room. Walks there, in fact, but detours to walk further down the hall, to stop at a familiar door.

Should she go in? She has before.

Fareeha is undoubtedly asleep; Angela would be displeased if she wasn’t.

The door opens for her when she slides it. Fareeha, afraid of confined spaces, small rooms, does not lock doors. She has confessed this to Angela; not even bathroom stalls, she is especially adverse to elevators.

Angela removes her shoes, placed them by the entrance. Removes her pants and her sweater and folds them, placing them on Fareeha’s desk, so that she is standing in her shirt and underwear.

She moves to the bed, sees Fareeha there, sprawled out as she often is - the woman does not sleep as she had once assumed she might - curled into herself. She’s breathing through her mouth, her shirt loose, her hair splayed against her pillow.

Angela pushes her lightly and she stirs, she is a notoriously light sleeper.

“Hmm?” She hums, and moves slightly towards Angela. Angela crawls over her, lays in the space between Fareeha and the wall.

“Can I stay?” She asks, quietly.

“Of course,” replies Fareeha, wraps an arm around her middle to pull Angela into her. Angela is not always in this position, sometimes Fareeha hurts too, so they trade. But tonight Angela wants to be held and she is glad for it.

Fareeha buries her face in the nape of Angela’s neck and even that seems to alleviate the pain there (tomorrow she will have to fix it; tonight she cannot be bothered).

“I did not know you smoked,” Fareeha says eventually; it occurs to Angela she must smell the lingering traces there in her hair, or perhaps from her mouth as she breaths out.

“I don’t,” Angela says.

Fareeha squeezes tighter, seems to engulf her. She says nothing else and soon her exhales even out and Angela is left awake, feeling warm - so warm. Feeling okay.

Amor En La Nieve Ch.1

Happy Birthday, @titaniasfics so you remember the movie Las Palmeras Sobre La Nieve, and how much we swooned over the love story.  Well this is your present the Everlarked version we spoke about so long ago. I hope you enjoy! TQM!!

Special thanks to @akai-echo for the beautiful banner, as always I am humbled by your work and @norbertsmom for Betaing, you always are willing to suffer through my rough writing. To @everlarkingjoshifer for the encouraging me, when my computer gobbled the first draft of this story. 

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The Island was quiet. Although the sun had yet to crest over the horizon, it was already hot and the air was humid. The sky crackled with the upcoming storm. A bolt of lightning indicated the commencement of the midnight hour. The ceiling fan twirled around giving the lovers sprawled on the bed a small amount of cool air.

Katniss cried, “Peeta!”

Peeta Mellark’s hands raised the hands of the woman he loved over her head. She spoke her English with an accent. She rounded her ‘r’ and whenever she became upset she stopped speaking English altogether.

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  • Milo Murphy: Uh oh, I'm running low on supplies. Looks like I'll have to stop by and resupply at the greatest store ever.
  • Zach: What store is that?
  • Milo Murphy: What stor-? Why the Hardware Store of course
  • Zach: What's so great about the Hardware St-
  • Melissa: Zach, no!
  • Milo Murphy: What's so great about the Hardware Store? they have everything,They've got allen wrenches, gerbil feeders, toilet seats, electric heaters, Trash compactors, juice extractor, shower rods and water meters. Walkie-talkies, copper wires safety goggles, radial tires, BB pellets, rubber mallets, fans and dehumidifiers. Picture hangers, paper cutters, waffle irons, window shutters, Paint removers, window louvres, masking tape and plastic gutters. Kitchen faucets, folding tables, weather stripping, jumper cables, Hooks and tackle, grout and spackle, power foggers, spoons and ladles
  • Pesticides for fumigation, high-performance lubrication
  • Metal roofing, water proofing, multi-purpose insulation
  • Air compressors, brass connectors, wrecking chisels, smoke detectors, Tire guages, hamster cages, thermostats and bug deflectors, Trailer hitch demagnetizers, automatic circumcisers, Tennis rackets, angle brackets, Duracells and Energizers, Soffit panels, circuit breakers, vacuum cleaners, coffee makers, Calculators, generators, matching salt and pepper shakers
  • Melissa: I tried to warn you....
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I’m immediately struck by his youth. He can’t be much older than me. It’s obvious he’s in charge of something, though I have no idea what. His skin is flawless, unblemished, his jawline sharp and strong. His eyes are the palest shade of emerald I’ve ever seen.

I’m scanning the thousands of people scattered around this icy, icy ground and I don’t see him, not anywhere, and the terror of this moment kicks me in the gut until I’m out of breath and out of hope, blinking fast and trying to hold myself together. The metal roof under my feet is shaking. I turn toward the sound, heart pounding, and see a hand reach over the top.