miss navigator

I unfortunately got up at 5:45 and couldn’t resist the urge to get some work set for tomorrow, but M slept til 10 (!). Didn’t make it to garden store but went to old navy for some work clothes, Starbucks, supermarket. I was going to Uber us downtown ($5) to children’s museum (she calls it “the indoor tot lot,” it’s her fave place here) but there weren’t spots on my block so drove. Parking garage was more expensive than museum tickets but at least I broke through my fear of driving outside our neighborhood. M had a blast at the museum. The only snafu driving home was I missed the turn navigation app said to take then for blocks couldn’t get through the 4 lanes of traficky traffic to turn again and very nearly ended up on the expressway, in the truck lane, instead of on the local street to come home. We made it back though then I cooked and she played, this kitchen is so so so much better than my one in NYC. In an hour made fish, marinated chicken for tomorrow, a big batch of quinoa, multiple salads, giant pot of squash soup, our lunches, tons of hard boiled eggs, and cookies (slice and bake Pillsbury bunnies, but still, the cookie jar is stocked). That would’ve taken a whole evening in my old apt because there was no counter space, no dishwasher, a tiny sink, I only had two pots (because nowhere to store any more), and smoke alarm went off when turned oven on. M says many times a day that she loves our new house. We’re both in better moods here, I yell a lot less and she tantrums a lot less.

A new psychedelic noir audio drama podcast!

From the minds of people you’ve never heard of comes:

What’s The Frequency? A psychedelic noir audio drama podcast set in 1940s Los Angeles. Recently radio broadcasts in the city have been reduced to  static, leaving a popular radio serial as the only remaining show on the air. Even then the show finds itself continuously interrupted by a mysterious broadcast. A lone distorted voice reaching out for help. Follow Walter “Troubles” Mix and his partner Whitney as they search for a missing writer and navigate through a city quickly falling into madness. Could the mysterious voice be the culprit? Will anyone be able to stop the madness from spreading? Why do we die? Is there a podcast heaven?  And… What’s The Frequency anyways?

reylorobyn2011  asked:

Ignore the previous ask. You've already done Harry Potter. How about Star Wars.

I’m so glad you asked for Star Wars!

Give me a fandom and I’ll tell you which characters I would

Push off a cliff

Obvious, but Jar Jar Binks because you can survive being set on fire.

Frick frack

Also obvious, Kylo Ren. I’m a dirty, dirty Reylo.


Obi-Wan Kenobi. Something tells me I would be quite happy in the bedroom and he’d be so handy around the house. Imagine how easy it would be to move furniture?

Set on fire

Snoke. Hope it hurts, jerk.

Wrap a blanket around

Leia. She’s been through hell and I just want to comfort her.

Be roommates with

Rey. I would love to show her all the things she missed and help her navigate relationships. She’d need someone maternal but not too clingy. An aunt to help her find her way that would give her the space to make it her own.

Thanks so much, @reylorobyn2011!


I’ve been working a lot for the blog today, there’s always something to do!
I just basically added stuff again on the Navigation page. There you can now find a Cities/countries tag which clearly needed a category on its own, aside from the Landscapes tag. I also added the Barbizon School to the list of movements, I can’t realize it missed until today!

Please don’t hesitate to tell me if you see/think something is missing from the Navigation page, I’m trying to keep this blog as clear, complete and organized as possible!

Aaaaaand we are now 26,5k here, and this is insane, and I’m blushing, and I-… don’t know what to say. (♥)

Clexa Ficrec - The Happy/Fluff Edition

theblutomato​ asked for some happy, fluffy, or happy ending clexa fics so here they are. I hope you all enjoy!

  • they take their shots but we’re bulletproof
    • “Our winters are harsh,” Lexa tells her. “You must have adequate shelter to survive them.” “I survived you,” Clarke says lowly. “I’ll survive anything.”
  • this heart, fossilized and silent (once was tender and once was violent)
    • Clarke is only three days into being a runaway when she realizes that she did not fully think this through.“I don’t need your help, Lexa.” “You are wrong.” The Commander crosses the short distance between them and surprises Clarke by kneeling in front of her. “You do not want my help, Clarke,” she says quietly, “but you do need it.” (This one has angst in the beginning, but by the end of ch. 20 you will be so full of good feels wow u go clexa)
  • Missed Exams and Car Shots
    • the one where Lexa hits Clarke with her car and Clarke demands a date in return
  • Co-Adoption of a Puppy and Whiteboards
    • ‘we leave each other notes on the blackboards au’ Prompt
      High School Teachers au. It becomes a game. A childish one that Lexa shouldn’t be encouraging, but a game she plays none the less.
  • The odd ways we fall (and the absurdity of life)
    • Based on the tumblr prompt: 'You sit behind me and poke me every time I fall asleep during 9am lectures.'Or: Clarke really doesn’t like the Theatre of the Absurd and Lexa finds drooling distracting.
  • A Summer to Remember
    • Summer beach house AU. Clarke and her friends go to Florida for their summer vacation. They’re only there for three weeks, but it’s summer and anything can happen. Right?
  • A path of words
    • AU where Lexa is at a party, and she meets a drunken blonde crying in the bathroom. She calls a cab for her, and gives her her number so that the girl can text her once she gets home safely. 
      They start texting a lot.
  • can’t bear it without you
    • Clarke works at the mall and has an unlikely savior in the form of it’s mascot - Happy the Bear. Or: Lexa doesn’t hate her job, but she certainly doesn’t like it. At least, not until the girl from the food court starts giving her free food and drinks.
  • One more time, let’s do it again
    • “My roommate’s boyfriend is staying over so can I please sleep on your floor” college AU

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bisexualhappyquinn  asked:

TommyDavid, 18 (Musicians/band/something of this nature AU)!

Do It With A Rockstar

David’s phone rings in a swell of operatic wailing, and he picks it up without even taking his eyes off his computer screen. “David Alleyne speaking. Hello, Mr. Summers.”

Because it’s not like the fucking head of the company calls him every day, noooooo. Gotta play it cool.

And Scott Summers, the head of X Records, says, “David, I have a problem, and I think you can solve it for me.”

David nods slowly. “What problem is that, Mr. Summers?”

He hears…a heavy sigh. “I need you to pick Tom Shepherd up from a party.”

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A Shot In the Arm [21/21]

Pairing(s), Characters(s): Kurt/Sebastian, Brittany Pierce, Noah Puckerman, Rachel Berry, Santana Lopez
Rating: explicit
Triggers, Tropes, Kinks: reaction fic
Length: ~3,800 [~36,200 total]
Genre(s): romance, humour

A/N: I can’t believe this story is finished??? I don’t even know what to say. Like yes, I have ideas for sequel one shots and the like, but… A Shot In the Arm is complete. This is the longest thing I have ever written. Thank you so much to everyone who’s been reading and reviewing and reblogging along the way.

Read on AO3: from the beginning | this chapter
Previous chapters on Tumblr: -1- | -2- | -3- | -4- | -5- | -6- | -7- | -8- | -9- | -10- | -11- | -12- | -13- | -14- | -15- | -16- | -17- | -18- | -19- | -20-

Summary: Kurt Hummel was a catch. Kurt was a catch, and Santana didn’t know what she was talking about. That’s what he’d tell himself until he believed it. But actually, talk was cheap. Kurt was going to go out and dangle himself at the gayest nightclub in the tri-county area and watch the men clamour to catch him. He wasn’t having a slutty meltdown or anything. His self esteem was not dependent on the attentions and opinions of strangers. He just needed an ego boost, one single night of his life for recalibration and encouragement from unbiased observers, and also drinks. He just needed a shot in the arm.

(Though it wasn’t exactly a needle he was looking to stick in himself, and he didn’t want it going in his arm either.)

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  • OCC - poison
  • O.P.I. - teal the cows come home + take the stage + i just can’t cope-abana
  • Color Club - wicker park + pearl district
  • Essie - miss fancy pants + navigate her + tart deco
  • Sally Hansen - white on + green with envy
  • Sinful Colors - bright lucite
  • Revlon - expresso

This is the second look using Obsessive Compulsive Cosmetics - poison. Stay tuned for the rest of the designs using this polish and visit the P.O.T.W. page for more nail art and swatches.


     A FitzSimmons AU based on Emma by Jane Austen

Rating: G
Summary: Jemma Simmons has lived a privileged and comfortable life in Sheffield for nearly twenty-five years. But when she takes it upon herself to be the town matchmaker, she finds her world turned upside down. Alongside her family and friends - from her oldest and dearest friend, Mr. Fitz, to the newest arrival in Sheffield, Miss Johnson - Jemma navigates the rough waters of courtship, parties, and meddling in affairs she probably shouldn’t. 

Excerpt from Chapter 1:

It was on the eve of the wedding that Jemma truly began to feel the absence of her former governess. Jemma sat in the drawing room with her father, as she always did, reading a recent publication from the Royal Astronomical Society. She might have been able to forget the emptiness of the room, so engrossing was her chosen material, had it not been for her father’s periodic comments.

“Poor Miss May,” he sighed. “I wish she were here again. What a pity it is that Mr. Garner ever thought of her!”

Jemma glanced up from her papers. “Oh, father, you can’t truly mean that,” she said. “You know as well as I do how reserved Miss May is, and how long she’s had to bear all of my odd humors. You would not have her live with us for ever, would you, when she might find happiness elsewhere?”

Mr. Simmons seemed to consider her words for a moment, and when he responded Jemma knew that despite her sense he was reluctant to let the matter settle. “Was she not happy here, with us?”

Jemma reached over to grasp her father’s hand, desperately trying to keep the tears out of her voice. After the death of her mother so long ago, Miss May had become a fixture in their family, for Jemma as well as for Mr. Simmons. “Of course, father,” she assured him, giving his hand a small squeeze. “She’s only gone to further her happiness in another regard; you know Miss May has always wanted children. And Mr. Garner is such a good-humored, pleasant, excellent man. He’ll be sure to treat Miss May with the kindness and respect she deserves.”

Her father found the strength to smile, though it held sadness. “I still say poor Miss May. Why should she need a child of her own when she has you?”

Jemma laughed at her father’s stubbornness, a trait she had undoubtedly inherited as well. “You are aware that I am grown now, aren’t you, father?”

“I believe that still remains to be seen.” A visitor appeared in the doorway, removing his hat as he entered the room. He took note of Jemma’s slightly annoyed expression and broke into a grin. “As an old friend of the family, I had to ask as soon as I got back. Did anything wildly amusing happen at the wedding?”

“Perhaps if you had been in attendance, Mr. Fitz, you might have discovered that answer yourself,” Jemma replied, only partly joking. She knew that he had just returned from Glasgow, where he had been visiting his ill mother.

He took her teasing in stride, though, for as long as the pair had known each other, they’d had a very close relationship and spoke with a familiarity that Jemma didn’t even share with Miss May. 

“And have to sit through another stimulating sermon from Mr. Milton?”

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Hollywood Detective, June 1949.

Probably the most thoroughly entertaining pulp title going.

Dan Turner, Hollywood Detective, was a cynical, seen-it-all, hard-boiled P.I. His beat was the dream factory.

He made his cabbage tracking down wayward actresses, cheating spouses, and missing heiresses; navigating the complicated love lives of Hollywood’s film colony; and battling con-men, gangsters, kidnappers, jewel thieves, extortionists, and blackmailers. There was always a pretty starlet or two, some love-making, a fistfight or three, and probably a shootout before Dan solved the crime.

Robert Leslie Bellem’s Dan Turner stories are so over-the-top they sometimes play like a parody of the hard-boiled detective genre.

Nothing but fun!