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“Skellig Michael (Irish: Sceilig Mhichíl), or Great Skellig (Irish: Sceilig Mhór), is an island (the larger of the two Skellig Islands) in the Atlantic Ocean, 11.6 km west of the Iveragh Peninsula in County Kerry, Ireland. A Christian monastery was founded on the island at some point between the 6th and 8th century, and was continuously occupied until its abandonment in the late 12th century. The remains of the monastery, along with most of the island itself, became a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 1996.

Skellig Michael was uninhabited prior to the foundation of its monastery. Folklore holds that Ir, son of Míl Espáine, was buried on the island, and a text from the 8th or 9th century states that Duagh, King of West Munster, fled to “Scellecc” after a feud with the Kings of Cashel, although it is not known whether these events actually took place.

The monastic site on the island is located on a terraced shelf 600 feet above sea-level, and developed between the sixth and eighth century. It contains six beehive cells, two oratories as well as a number of stone crosses and slabs. It also contains a later medieval church. The cells and oratories are all of dry-built corbel construction. A carefully designed system for collecting and purifying water in cisterns was developed. It has been estimated that no more than twelve monks and an abbot lived here at any one time. A hermitage is located on the south peak.”

The story behind the dishes picture dated March 1975.

“The Year was 1974. I was an elementary school teacher who had temporarily left my teaching career to return to the University of Utah to earn a Master of Education Degree. I began attending church in a “student branch” (a congregation of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, comprised of unmarried college students.)  It was there that I met four young men who shared an apartment not far from my home : Wynn Bartholomew, John Homer, Larry Anderson, and Barry Kraus. Wynn was attending law school at the University of Utah. The apartment where these four men lived was quite large, and became the “social center” or “gathering place” for many of the members of our branch : We went there often for parties.

John Homer and Larry Anderson were “stake missionaries” at the time. One day Wynn told John and Larry about a student at the Law School who was possibly a potential convert and who might be interested in having religious discussions with them; his name was Ted Bundy. John and Larry began giving religious lessons to Ted at their apartment. They invited Ted to come to church and meet the rest of the congregation;  Ted was always invited to the apartment for social gatherings as well.

Eventually Ted committed to being baptized. Many members of the student branch attended the baptism to show their support. Our branch president, Michael Preece, interviewed Ted prior to baptism… John Homer performed the baptism and his missionary companion, Larry Anderson, pronounced the confirmation. Little did anyone know what dark secrets Ted was hiding!

The ratio of women to men in our student branch was about 4 to 1, so new men coming to our branch were always of interest, and Ted was no exception. He was polite, courteous, intelligent, and attractive. Many of the young women wanted to date Ted; he became quite popular in our group. Ted attended some of our social gatherings, and afterwards, Wynn remembered that to him, Ted seemed quiet and mysterious; at social gatherings he would sit in the background and just watch people silently.

In March 1975, I organized a birthday party for one of our branch members, Sam Green; the party was held at Wynn’s apartment. I was busy washing dishes when Ted walked over and stood beside me. “You look like you could use some help” he offered. I was flattered that he would notice me, and hoped that perhaps he would ask me out on a date. My camera was sitting nearby, and I handed it to Wynn and asked, “Wynn, take my picture with Ted!” Ted pointed a rinsing gun at me as we posed together. It was one of the few pictures taken of Ted outside a courtroom or jail.” - Carol Hall Bartholomew


Favorite ‘I Remember’/'Stranger Than You Dreamt It’ photos:

  1. Hugh Panaro, Broadway
  2. Peter Joback and Sofia Escobar, London
  3. Saulo Vasconcelos and Sara Sarres, Sao Paulo
  4. Michael Crawford and Sarah Brightman, London
  5. Anna Maria Kaufmann, Hamburg
  6. Geronimo Rauch and Harriet Jones, London
  7. Peter Jorde and Teresia Bokor, Copenhagen
  8. Michael Crawford and Patti Cohenour, Broadway
  9. Rob Guest and Marina Prior, Melbourne
All I Wanted; C.H. 5

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

I think more than thirty minutes has passed while Meredith desperately searches for a pair of jeans that’s fairly clean for me to wear – apparently she was as disgusting as I was. I’m occupying her bed, splayed out like a star fish as I hear the boys laugh loudly outside, indicating their arrival.

“Do you mind joggings?” Meredith suddenly speaks up and I raise my head off of the sheets before pushing my upper body upright. “Nah, I don’t care.” Dark blue pants fly in my direction and within a minute I’ve ridden myself off my skirt and replaced them.
“So, did you get the date with Michael you wanted?”

“We went for breakfast yesterday; it’s was quite nice. Sometimes he can be romantic if he wants to.” Meredith smiles as we make our way through the house towards the back porch where the guys were seated. “All men can be.”

“All men can be what?” Ashton grins and I roll my eyes as I drop myself into the seat next to him, opposite to Calum. “All men can be romantic, if they aspire to be.” I wink as I grab a can of beer from the middle of the table and pop it’s lid.

“I don’t understand why girls expect us to be romantic.” Calum groans as he lets his gaze wander around the table, and I’m quickly to reciprocate.
“I don’t get why guys expect a blow job on the first date, but hey, shit happens Cal.”

The company starts laughing, some more loudly than others as I catch Calum’s gaze. He raises an eyebrow in my direction and when he speaks, I can feel my whole frame freeze momentarily.
“Does Netflix and chill count as a first date?”

When I am shaken back to reality I shrug my shoulders at Calum’s question. “Depends.”
“On what?” He pesters on, the others falling back into conversation with one another, no one paying attention to us. “On if both parties considered it a date.”

Calum crosses his arms over his chest as he leans back in his seat, his cigarette dangling from his lips. “And how do I know if it was considered one?” I take a sip of my can, letting my gaze fall on Meredith smiling at her boyfriend, before I turn back to Calum. “Sometimes all you got to do is just ask.”

“Y/n, when was the last time a guy did a romantic gesture for you?” Meredith suddenly butts in and I am completely startled, my eyes widening when I think she had been following Calum and I’s interaction. When I realize she didn’t, I sigh deeply and hum in response. “Let me think…” I breathe, tapping my chin as I recollect my thoughts. “2011.”

“It isn’t fair; this girl hasn’t had a boyfriend in years!” Michael lets out loudly and I should be offended, but he only receives an eye roll out of me. “Thanks Michael, much appreciated.”
He shrugs his shoulders in response, a sheepish grin covering his lips as some sort of apology.
“And what did this boy do wrong?” I start laughing loudly when Meredith speaks the words, and I know where she’s heading to.

“Ah, he cancelled our date for the third time. Later, I learned he had cheated on me during that last cancellation as well.” I smirk, winking at Meredith who gloats visibly. Michael and the other boys scoff, Michael throwing his hands in the air in defeat.
“You’ve dated pricks.” Calum states matter-of-factly, pointing his hand that holds a can of beer in my direction and I nod my head in confirmation. “Maybe I did, but still. I’ve experienced it’s usually when a guy has done something wrong.”

“Or, for sex.” Meredith adds and I laugh again, clapping my hands while nodding my head. “I don’t like to say you’re right, but you are. The male population sometimes could learn something from romantic movies.”
“You want me to make you some creepy assignments, scatter them all over town and die so you can do them?” Calum raises his eyebrows and I can’t supress the grin that crawls on my lips, so big that it almost hurts.

“Someone has seen P.S. I love you, haven’t they Cal?” I wink and I see his cheeks colour in a red hue while he shakes his head. “It’s just a very well-known movie.”
“Hmm. That’s it of course.” I grin but leave it at that, not wanting to embarrass him in front of his mates.

“I should get ready.” Calum pushes himself up from his seat, sighing deeply. He seems knackered already although it’s so early in the evening. “Where you off to?” I decide to question, hoping I don’t come over as a stalker but more as if I’m genuinely interested – which I am of course.

“I have to work at the bar tonight. You’re always welcome to hangout and have a drink,” Calum looks around the table and grins, “all of you, of course.”
I gaze at Meredith who shrugs her shoulders in a ‘I don’t care’ manner, and I clap my hands with a bright grin on my lips. “Guess we have something to do tonight.”

It’s actually quite pleasant, sitting at the bar, bickering between friends as we share stories from when we were younger. There are a few good memories, but most of them were awkward, hilarious ones that almost made me fall off of my high bar chair.

Alcohol had flooded between us, more so the boys, and Luke and Ash had called it a day just half an hour prior. Michael had been singing along – loudly if I may add – to the radio silently resonating through the almost packed bar. He was completely wasted and I know Meredith was angering herself by trying to keep an eye out for him.

“Maybe you should take him home, he looks like shit.” I point to Michael when I catch Meredith’s attention, his head on the wooden bar as he whines about a stomach ache. It won’t be very long or the contents of Michael’s stomach will be spilled along the floor.

“Yeah, I am going home.” Meredith chugs the rest of her drink down her throat, slamming the glass on the table. “And you’re coming with me, right now.” She finishes off and an immediate involuntary whine leaves my lips.

“Ah man, really? I don’t want to go home yet.” I whine, breathing through my nose as I pout at Meredith. Michael is almost asleep on the bar a few seats over, and I realize it’s best for them if he finds his own, soft bed. “Well, I don’t want you to walk home in the dark all by yourself.” Meredith argues, her hands on her hips as she glares in my direction.

“I’ll bring her home, don’t worry.” Calum smiles at Meredith and she gazes from me to Calum and back to me, probably hoping to get any visual response out of me. I shrug my shoulders, “I don’t care, fine by me.” Meredith squeezes my shoulders as she comes to stand behind me, arms gliding along my neck to give me a firm hug. “Be careful. I’ll talk to you later.”

I hum in response and smile, pressing my lips to my best friend’s cheek before I refocus on the empty beer glass in front of me. “In that case Cal, fill me up.” I wink, holding it out to him as he leans over the bar, his tongue poking past his plump pink lips before he’s filling it up with more beer.

“At what time are you off?” I decide to ask when Meredith has dragged Michael out of the bar, leaving me alone with a busy Calum who’s preparing cocktails for a bunch of giggly girls in the left corner of the bar. “In an hour, at closing time.” Calum smiles at me before he focuses his attention back on the busty girl next to me, sliding the four cocktails her way.

“Here you go dear.” Calum winks at the girl and she giggles in return, probably smitten by the handsome looks Calum was blessed with. I can’t help but frown and I hear Calum chuckle so I know he’s staring at me. “Don’t look so angry babe, you’re going home with me anyway.”

“Ah, Cal. You wish I were.” I laugh, shaking my head at his stupid attempt at a lame pick up line. He wiggles his eyebrows at me and I almost spit out my beer.

You can read part 6 right here.

Since we were on the subject of how awesome Mikleo is, let’s talk about how in one skit he deconstructs THE HISTORY OF THE ROYAL FAMILY OF ROLANCE

He does this entirely on his own, but I can’t figure out where he got his information or found the time to do it because this is right after all the trial shrines but before we get back to Pendrago and shit goes down. So the party has been nothing but busy and they’ve honestly barely been in any Rolance cities that much to be honest YET HE STILL MANAGED TO MAKE THIS THING ANYWAY OUT OF THE GOODNESS OF HIS HEART. Also because he’s worried about Rose. 

And to top it off, Mikleo and Sorey aren’t from Rolance, so he had to be starting mostly from scratch? Like bits and pieces might be in the Celestial Record, but this is mostly about the current line of succession, and I doubt the princes had died by then or that all this political drama was occurring prior to Michael isolating himself in Camlann. Basically my point is Mikleo somewhere along the line finds enough information to create this family tree and form solid, analytical opinions on it, and I’d really enjoy reading any book he writes because that means his researching abilities are top notch.

Imagine... Our Tattoo of Forever

Requested by Anonymous

Author’s Note: I was not anticipating this turn of events as I was writing it. It’s a piece written with melancholy. Sometimes I just go where words take me.

Summary: You have a tattoo of an old boyfriend.

Pillow talk was your favorite time of the day. It was your time to wind down, relax, exchange stories with your boyfriend, and get stress off your chest. It came after sex or just after a long day and you needed you the one you loved beside you. Pillow talk was the time you and Michael opened up to each other and told each other your secrets and your fears. It was the time you and him let yourselves become vulnerable and raw. 

“Do you love me?” Michael asked in the middle of the silence. 

You turned to face him, your brows furrowed. “What?”

“Do you love me?” he repeated.

“Of course I do!” you laughed, “What kind of question is that?”

He shrugged. “I was just wondering.” Michael turned on his side to face you, his elbow on the pillow and his hand propping his head up. “Another question.”

“Ask away,” you said.

“Do you miss your ex?”

Your mind went blank for words.

Calum was your boyfriend of three years prior to Michael. Calum was your first boyfriend. Your first real love. Your first serious relationship. He was your first everything. When you were with him, the world seemed right. The world was finally on your side. You were given someone to love and someone to love you in return. He had your heart and you had his. Your mad love for one another made it feel sensible to get each other’s names inked onto your skin. Calum did it first. “You’re crazy!” you gasped, staring in shock and in flattery at your name tattooed around his pinky. “It’s my promise to you. My pinky promise,” a soft giggle escaped his lips. “I promise that no matter what happens, near or far, together or apart, you will always have a place in my heart. I am madly in love with you, Y/N.” His sweet melody of words engraved themselves into the depths of your mind. So much you swallowed your fears and sat on the black leather chair, squeezing the life out of Calum’s hand as the tattoo artist inked Calum’s initials into your pinky. “And my promise to you,” you held up your pinky, “I promise you will always have a place in mine.”

Then one day, what life gave you, life also took away. What you thought was your happy ending was only just a chapter in your book of life – the most unfortunate and sorrowful chapter. Your life fell apart like a straw house in the middle of the thunderstorm. Calum was caught in a severe car accident and died on impact. You still remember the day you found out as if it happened yesterday. You could still hear his mother called you in tears, screaming indecipherable words through the phone, as loud as ever.

You never thought of Calum as an ex-boyfriend. Your relationship was forcibly severed and the boy you loved was stripped away unexpectedly. There was not a fight. There was no break-up. And there definitely was no closure. It was not a choice but an event in life. An event that taught you fate can change.

A shattered heart seemed impossible to piece back together. Love cut a wound so deep, just the thought of it hurt. Tears soaked your pillows every night for months. The danger of giving your all to someone is you have nothing left once they are gone. You felt empty. You felt hollow. Your life was put on pause. You became stagnant. You’d stare at your tattoo for hours on end, replaying each other’s promises in your mind. As long as you had that tattoo, Calum was with you. Calum was in your heart.

Embracing vulnerability and risking another heartache was terrifying. Even after two years, no one was able to compare to Calum. You always held back, careful not give your all. You feared what you loved wold be taken away. No one fought hard enough for you. No one dared to tear down the walls you built so high. They were all too afraid to find what skeletons you had. All but Michael.

Michael was the glue that put your shattered heart back together. Michael couldn’t break the wall you built. Instead, he was persistent and climb to the top. When love seemed unimaginable, Michael showed you how to dream again.

“I don’t count Calum as an ex-boyfriend,” you found yourself saying.

“Alright, new question: Do you miss Calum?”

You bit down hard at your tongue, fearing the truth. Michael kept his voice light. He played nonchalant. After all, it was only supposed to be pillow talk. However, deep down, Michael feared for the answer. It was not a secret Michael did not have your whole heart. Calum had taken a piece of it. And as long as you had your tattoo, there was no getting it back. But confirmation was much more painful than just acknowledging the inevitable.

“It’s okay,” Michael laid back down on his back, closing his eyes. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” He knew the answer at this point. The hesitation said it all. Silence rang the bell of reality and truth loudly in Michael’s ears. A small tear fell at the corner of his eye. You shut your eyes tightly. Forcing a gulp through the knot that built up in your throat. Guilt ran through your deepest veins. You felt sick with yourself. 

And you were in fear.

What is even worse than life forcibly taking the one you loved is the one you love just simply… leaving.

> fakedself!

❛ dude! ❜

the word cuts through the air, and he’s already gently bumping jared’s shoulder in greeting before he can so much as turn around (it’s the most physical he lets himself get: not yet knowing the others boundaries, still reluctant, even if he had essentially saved his ass). without much prior warning, michael was shoving a slushee his way, taking the opportunity to lower his headphones around his neck with his now-free hand.

❛ sorry, didn’t know what kind y’liked and was kinda in a rush. consider it a “thanks” for the —— y’know, party. ❜ holding his own slushee close, he held off on downing the whole thing right then and there, leaning against the lockers with a half-worried expression. ❛ speaking of —— how’re you feeling, man? you good? ❜


My review of The Theory of Everything

I have never loved a couple like this one. It was so beautiful to see such happiness within each other, of course when everything fell apart they still were close. I want to be as happy as they were, to be so entranced with someone that they would do everything and anything to stay together. Eddie Redmayne did a brilliant job and I loved his story about meeting Steven himself. 
The science aspect to it was not overpowering I loved that it showed his brilliant achievements. I recommend seeing this movie just to see what love can really do. 

Deleted Scene [Sonnet] by Michael Prior

Chinatown: the first hour of the last day. The viaduct, a lip pressed against him. 
Rails gliding across the morning’s pale teeth. Twenty white horses stand upon a hill.
He wanders lonely, a simple shroud

               obscuring him from each patient stranger. He invents a new enthusiasm
for all the tired endings, their musty bows.

He will arrive home to find a letter waiting. It will contain a single shard of cloud.
He will hear horses tearing through the yard. Their ivory ribbons will wrap the sky.