museum for the end of the world

Milk and Honey // Rupi Kaur

Aries: “Our backs tell stories no books have the spine to carry”

Taurus: “Perhaps the saddest of all are those who live waiting for someone they’re not even sure exists”

Gemini: “I didn’t leave because I stopped loving you, I left because the longer I stayed the less I loved myself”

Cancer: “What is stronger than the human heart which shatters over and over and still lives”

Leo: “I will never understand why you held me if you were afraid of warmth, you should have known I was a fire”

Virgo: “The world gives you so much pain and here you are making gold out of it”

Libra: “I am water, soft enough to offer life tough enough to drown it away”

Scorpio: “If you were born with the weakness to fall you were born with the strength to rise”

Sagittarius: “I do not want to have you to fill the empty parts of me, I want to be full on my own”

Capricorn: “We began with honesty, let us end in it too”

Aquarius: “Your body is a museum of natural disasters can you grasp how stunning that is”

Pisces: “You treat them as if they have a heart like yours but not everyone can be as soft and as tender as you”

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you’re running down a gleaming hall in a light, frothy ballgown the colour of honey-blossoms, past endless tussore-silk curtains which conceal dusty portraits that have long since lost their shine. you are lost, set adrift in your own enchantment, caught between all that is and all that could have been

you’re lying on a field of wildflowers with your best friend, the sullen murmur of bees shouldering their way to your ear. popping a strawberry in her mouth, she smiles at you sleepily, her hair curling delicately around her warm sun-drenched eyes, and your heart catches in your throat at the curve of her cherry-stained lips 

you are in the driver’s seat, speeding down highways, dusky light illuminating the old car. the streets are empty on this shadowy night but every time you turn the wheel excitement surges through your veins and you feel as if you could go on forever

it’s late evening and you’re trembling and trying not to cry because it’s like the whole world is on your shoulders and you’re going to fall with the knowledge that no one is there to catch you. your sister takes your hand with a sigh and tells you gently that it’s alright, things will get better and someday you will find your way home

you’re sipping pomegranate tea and walking through an art museum, eyes filled with childlike wonder at the paintings hanging off the wall. you feel a weight lift inside you and think maybe true love and happy endings do exist, after all


Taylor Swift on the media | January 2016 | Grammy Museum 

“it got pretty out of control there for a couple of years. Every article was like ‘taylor swift standing next to some guy– watch out guy!’. Every single article had these descriptions of my personality that were very different from my actual personality. My first reaction was ‘man that’s a bummer, this isn’t fun for me’. But my second reaction ended up being ‘hey, that’s actually an interesting character they’re writing about… like she jets sets around the world, collecting men and she can get any of them but she’s so clingy that they leave and then she cries in her marble bathtub surrounded by pearls’”. X

Come Back to Me (Part Seven)

Fandom: Marvel
Ship: Peter Parker x Reader
Requested: Yes
Genre: Neutral
Warnings: Mention of Claustrophobia, Lockdown and Assault Mentioned
Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten

Originally posted by mrs-tomholland

The field trip was boring, to say the least. It was an art museum, and although you loved looking at art, you had been to this museum more times than you could count. Peter had, too.

But still, you feigned interest in the same pieces you had seen before. They used to amaze you, but now they simply bored you. The class had been organized into groups of ten when you got off the bus, and somehow, you had ended up in the same group as Peter and Ned. You weren’t sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing. At least you had Michelle with you, but she was never much of a talker.

As your group made their way through the museum, occasionally bumping into other groups along the way, you began to zone out. You thought of a world where you and Peter could end up together, where he felt the same way about you that you felt about him.

You thought about holding his hand while walking down the halls at school, about going to the next homecoming dance together. You thought about him kissing you goodbye at the end of the night before he webbed across buildings to get back to his apartment.

You wished it were real, so badly. And maybe it could be, one day, but you knew it was unrealistic. You were sure that Peter was still hung up on Liz, even after all these months. But maybe after he got over her, there was that chance, that he would see what he was missing. Maybe he would see that he was missing you.

A siren went off, breaking you out of your thoughts. You frantically looked around with wide eyes, and you noticed the rest of your group was doing the same. The speakers of the museum crackled overhead, signaling someone was about to speak.

“The museum is on lockdown. I repeat, the museum is on lockdown. There is an active assault outside of the museum. Please stay calm and stay where you are.”

A few gasps sounded from your classmates, but you simply stood there with wide eyes, finding it hard to breathe. You had been in too many dangerous situations in the past month for your liking. You began to think of being trapped under the shelves, not being able to move and screaming for help.

Your shoulders hunched, almost as if you were caving in on yourself. You looked down at the ground, trying to control your breathing before it got out of hand. You wanted to go home. You should’ve stayed home.

“Alright, kids,” you heard the slightly panicked voice of your chaperone say, “let’s all move into the corner.”

“But the person said to stay where you are!” A random kid shouted out. 

“They meant stay in the room. Just move into the corner,” the chaperone said, motioning to you guys to move. 

The ten of you cluttered into the corner, five leaning against each wall with the chaperone standing in front of you, his back to you guys. You ended up squished between Peter and Michelle, and although you desperately wanted to lean into your best friend for comfort, you found yourself leaning towards Michelle instead. 

“Stay quiet,” your chaperone added, his back still facing the ten of you.

You glanced around at your classmates quickly, noticing they were just as afraid as you were. They were shaking, and some were darting their eyes around the room frantically while others clenched their eyes shut. Even Michelle looked unsettled. 

You took a quick look at Peter from the corner of your eye to see him not looking scared nor fine, but antsy. You knew it was because he wanted to pull his suit on and run out of the museum to apprehend the attacker, but he couldn’t, not while trapped in this room. He couldn’t leave. You were thankful for it, not wanting one more thing to freak out about in this moment.

You faced your head back down, closing your eyes and leaning your forehead against your knees. You breathed deeply, evening your breaths to stay calm. You wouldn’t think of all the possible things that could go wrong. You wouldn’t.

(You were thinking about all the possible things that could go wrong.) 

“Hey,” you heard a whisper from next to you. You looked up, opening your eyes again and looking at Peter. His eyebrows were furrowed—a frequent look on him—and he was staring at you intently.

“What?” You whispered, staring at him back. 

“Are you okay?” He asked.

So he had noticed something was wrong.

“Yeah,” you gave him a tight smile and looked down at your lap. You knew that if he could analyze your face, he would see that something is wrong.

Apparently he could tell anyways, because he leaned closer to your ear, saying, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, Pete, I’m fine,” you stayed looking at your lap, knowing that if you turned your head, his face would be right in front of you. That was a dangerous position to be in.

“I don’t believe you,” he said, still speaking into your ear. “I know you, (Y/N). Something is wrong.”

You sighed deeply. You hated him in that moment, as he told you how well he knew you and how he could so easily tell something was wrong. But no, you didn’t, because you loved him, you loved him, you loved him.

You wouldn’t lie to yourself. You loved how well he knew you.

“Just nervous. Something bad could happen,” you said. You turned your head to look at him, and sucked in a quick breath of air when you noticed the very small amount of space between your faces.

“You don’t have to be nervous,” Peter said, not moving back. His eyes stared into yours. You almost didn’t hear his words, the thoughts in your mind screaming too loudly. You love him, you love him, you love him.

His nose nearly touched yours, and you could see every detail on his face being this close to him. You wanted to lean closer, lean that smallest bit forward, but you wouldn’t. You couldn’t.

“I’ll protect you,” he finished, and your heart leapt in your chest at the words. 

It was moments like this when you would think about if that world that existed somewhere, where you and Peter ended up together, could be this world.

“Yeah,” was the only thing you could manage as you found yourself admiring his eyes, his nose, his face. 

He was beautiful, and in that moment, you were so sure that you were in love with him. 

You weren’t doubting that you did before, but now, in such a close proximity to him as he whispered words to you that meant so much more than he could ever know, you loved him. 

You thought you would always love him.

Peter finally looked away, leaning back and directing his eyes to look down at his lap. You looked away, too, down at your lap as well, biting your lip to keep a smile from breaking out on your face.

But then you looked up, remembering where you were, in lockdown at a museum, hoping for an assaulter to not make it through the front doors. You stiffened immediately, your sudden movement brushing your shoulder against Peter’s.

You felt a hand clasp around yours, and you looked down to your side to see Peter gently linking his hand with your hand, placing his fingers in between yours. He didn’t look at you, nor you at him, but as he squeezed your hand lightly, you tightened your grip on his hand.

He’ll protect you. He’ll protect you. He’ll protect you.

And with an ounce of hope in your heart, you let yourself think, Maybe that was his way of saying ‘I love you.’

I really like this part so I hope you guys think the same! Let me know what you think about it!! Tell me if you want another part as well!  Requests are open :) Also, I see some people asking if they can be tagged in every update I do, and instead of tagging people I just wanted to let you guys know that I individually message people the link to the new part because I would rather do that than tag. So feel free to message me and tell me you’d want me to do that!


New York 1911

Time travel back to the bustling streets of “New York 1911,” now streaming on Familiar landmarks mix with bygone markers of everyday life in the city pre-World War I, for the perfect dose of nostalgia in this short documentary travelogue. Stream ends July 14.

[“New York 1911.” 1911. Sweden. Produced by Svenska Biografteatern. Silent, with music by Ben Model.]


A short little drabble with Wonder Woman!!! Just something short with a gender-neutral reader!


You sit quietly in the Louvre, just admiring the artwork. You’re not sure how long you’ve been there, but everything is just so amazing, it’s hard to pull yourself away. The soft click of heels brings you out of your revere.

“The museum is closing”

Your eyes snap up, landing on one of the most beautiful women you’ve ever seen. “I’m sorry. I-I didn’t realize how late it was getting. I was just so … caught up in the art.”

She sits next to you quietly, “The art is quite magnificent. Art is one of the few things left in this world that I find peace in”

“There’s just so much hate in this world, museums are some of the last places where I can feel peace.”

The woman hums, “There are very few people in this age who feel the same way, I am afraid. It is why I have chosen to restore lost pieces of history.” Her eyes flick towards you, “I am Diana Prince”

“My name’s Y/N Y/L/N. It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Prince”

“Please, call me Diana”

“Then you have to call me Y/N”

“Very well, Y/N. It is nice to make your acquaintance.”

In the following two months, you end up seeing Diana a lot. You see her at the small French café down the street from the Louvre, at the park, and of course, at the museums you visit. She’s everywhere, and you quickly find that you don’t mind seeing her everywhere you go.

“Y/N, it is good to see you, darling”

You flash a brief smile, gently laying your pencil down, “Hello, Diana. I didn’t expect to see you here”

“I live in that building there, I was on my way home when I saw you.”

“I was sketching the sunset. I wanted to get it down so I can paint it later”

“I was not aware that you painted” Diana peers over your shoulder, taking in the colors of the setting sun.

“Well, it won’t be as good as any of the paintings you see on a regular basis, but I like to create things, it helps me get my mind off of things”

“I understand.” She pauses briefly, “Would you like to come to dinner with me?”

Your eyes widen, “I-I …”

“You do not have to of course, however, I would like to spend the evening with you. When I am around you it feels like you are the first good human I have met in a very long time.”

Giving Diana a shy smile, you stand up, taking her hand, “I feel like I’ve known you forever, but that I know almost nothing about you”

“Come have dinner with me, we will get to know each other”

“Alright, I’d love to eat with you, to get to know you” Diana begins you lead you down the sidewalk, “I just have one question, why me?”

“You remind me of someone I lost a long time ago. Your light is new to me; you are familiar yet different.”

“I’m going to take that as a complement”

“Good, it was meant as one” Her eyes flash playfully, one side of her mouth turning up into a smile.

You roll your eyes, “You need to work on your complements, Diana”

“Perhaps I will just have to practice them on you then, won’t I?”

Mongolia’s Gobi Desert is one of the world’s richest locations for dinosaur, mammal, and lizard fossils like the one above. Famed explorer Roy Chapman Andrews first led Museum expeditions into the area in the 1920s and discovered the first dinosaur eggs in 1923. World politics intervened when the Soviets closed the region to Western scientists at the end of the decade, though investigations resumed again in 1990.

And just how did the Gobi Desert become such a fossil gold mine? Recent studies suggest that torrential rains caused sand dunes to collapse, burying animals alive 80 million years ago. Bad for the lizard– but good for paleontologists.

Learn more about fossil preservation in the Gobi on the the Museum’s website:

anonymous asked:

If you had to sort TW characters into a Leverage-esque team, which role (hitter, hacker, thief, grifter, mastermind) do you think best suits each character and why?

Hmm honestly I could see a few combinations here. Stiles as either the thief or hacker is possible - I can see him breaking into places or digging up information pretty successfully, although if I made him the thief, Danny would definitely get the position of hacker. Lydia would hands-down be the grifter, she has the elegance and skill with manipulating people to pull it off. And I’d want Allison as the hitter. I mean a few others could fit the role - Derek, Isaac, etc., but Allison is bamf enough for that too, and with Peter as the mastermind to round out the team, I could see myself writing it.


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Jamie ruminating on the similarities between Ellen and Brianna (not just the superficial things) or a conversation between Jenny and Jamie about their mother and Brianna-- could be set in an AU or not.

A Visit to the Kelvingrove Museum

(inspired by my visit in August. all photos are mine! Enjoy! xoxo, Gotham)

Modern Glasgow AU

Jamie sipped his latte and smiled at his wife. Voices of children and their adults echoed in the main hall, carrying all the way up to the vaulted ceiling and bouncing off the skylights. Cool air breezed through the open door.

“When was the last time we had a proper date?” he teased, taking a bite of raspberry crumble.

Claire rolled her eyes, taking a long draught of her favorite Assam tea. “Some date – an outing with the bairns to their favorite museum in the whole world, where we turn them loose for two hours and don’t even have to pay to get in.”

Jamie pushed the half-eaten slab of crumble across the table. “Yes – but when was the last time you and I were alone in Glasgow together?”

Claire picked up the crumble and took a bite, thinking. Just about eight years since they had permanently relocated to Lallybroch, when she was expecting Julia. Eight years since they had moved out of this exact neighborhood – abutting the majestic Kelvingrove Museum – trading the leafy streets of Glasgow’s newly-resurgent West End for the fields and rolling hills of the Fraser ancestral estate.

She never regretted it – never had second thoughts about giving up her surgery job for a slower-paced, yet undeniably more rewarding job as head physician at the clinic in Broch Mordha. Just as she know that Jamie never regretted leaving Leoch Publishing – the job he had fought so hard to win – in favor of running Lallybroch, while still managing the careers of a few top-name authors.

“Too long,” she whispered. Her foot found his beneath the table, and his eyes darkened as they watched her.

Surrounded by throngs of tourists and schoolchildren – yet they were the only two people in the room.

And then a baby in a pram shrieked, breaking the spell.

Jamie coughed.

“Weel – as predicted, wee Julia went straight for the fossils – Fergus is a good lad to go wi’ her, even though he’s been so many times already.”

Claire reached her right hand, palm up, across the table. Proudly displaying the “J” tattooed at the base of her thumb.

“And William went upstairs to the history rooms. He told me there’s a lovely exhibit about Charles Mackintosh and all the buildings and furniture he designed.”

Jamie reached across with his left hand – where the tattooed “C”, dark against his fair skin, caught her eye. Then he twined his fingers in hers.

“Faith told me she was going for the fine art this time – the Dali, especially. It’s so haunting.”

Jamie squeezed Claire’s hand. So relaxed. So happy to be here, in this moment, with her.

“And Brianna is torn between the animals and the machines – I know she so loves the hall where the hippo dangles from the ceiling. Is that the same one with the Spitfire airplane?”

“No – that’s in the other hall. But it’s magical, is it no’? To see the plane almost in flight?”

Still gripping Jamie’s hand, Claire took another sip of tea. “It is. And she’s always liked the machines – understanding them, how they work. The same way with the big animals, I suppose.”

“Aye.” And all at once he paled, and swallowed, and had to look away.

“Jamie?” Alarmed, Claire set down her tea and reached across the table to turn his chin to face her. “Are you all right?”

He licked suddenly parched lips. “I am. It’s only…”

Deep inhale – then exhale. Calming himself. Claire ran her thumb over the back of his knuckles, soothing.

She waited. And waited. And waited. Until –

“Ye ken today is my Mam’s birthday?”

So that was it – his mind was full of thoughts of his mother, and here he was on an outing with his own family –

“Of course I do. Is that why – ”

“I dinna ken why, today of all days – but all morning, Brianna has minded me of my Mam. No’ just in how she looks – ye ken fine she’s the spit of her. But in her speech, and in her interests. How she brought her wee bag wi’ her sketchpad and pencils and her wee stool so that she could sit in the gallery and draw.”

He closed his eyes – lashes shining with unshed tears.

“I’m sad she never met our bairns. Never shared a day wi’ them like today. That she and my Da never lived to see their grandchildren.”

Claire raised their joined hands to her lips. “Jamie – ”

“And I’m no’ an idiot – I ken one of the reasons why Bree leapt at the chance to come wi’ us to the museum is because Roger Wakefield studies just a few hundred yards away at the University. And I’m convinced that if Bree is anything like her Grannie, then she’ll run away wi’ her own dark-haired man and leave her family behind.”

“Stop it. She’d never do that. Roger would never let her do it.”

Now his eyes opened, brows lifted. “When was the last time our Brianna Ellen *ever* let anyone tell her what to do?”

Claire pursed her lips, and sighed.

“She loves him, Jamie. And he loves her. She’s a year away from graduating – nothing can stop her.”

He rested his other hand atop hers. “Aye. She’s a stubborn Fraser, through and through.”

Claire tilted her head, barely holding back a smile.

“But who are we to judge? You proposed to me the day after we met, after all.”

*That* was unexpected – his mouth opened and closed in surprise.

And then, adorably, he blushed.

“Well then. I suppose if he loves her only a fraction of how much I love you, *mo nighean donn*…it would be hard, but I could live wi’ that.”

She squeezed his hand – and looked at the man whose shy, yet confident proposal she had accepted more than twenty years before – and realized that she loved him more at that moment than she ever had.

Royal Tutor Encyclopedia

So if you watch Oushitsu Kyoushi Haine (also know as ‘The Royal Tutor’), maybe you’ll start to think which country is the main inspiration for the mangaka’s Granzreich. In some of the manga’s bonus features it is revealed that the Austro-Hungarian Empire, my country and Austria’s 19th century alliance gives the most of the details to the story. Today I will show you the parallel points of the reality and the fiction based on the first four episodes.

What we know that the kingdom of Granzreich is basically similar with Austria (in German ‘Österreich’ - ‘österr’ means Austrian) and their capital is Wiener (’Wien’ in German or ‘Vienna’ in English is the capital of Austria). Wiener’s popularity in the time of the show were 1,300,000 people, which is similar to Vienna’s popularity around the early 1900′s. (1,700,000 people if the Wikipedia says right things.)

And what things are the current parallels?

1. Royal Crest

The Granzreich family crest was based on the Habsbourg family crest - they are the royal family of Austria from the middle ages to the end of the World War II. Althought the crown on the top is a little bit different - that’s the crown from the Austro-Hungarian Empire’s Crest.

2. The Royal Palace

This was based on the Hofburg Palace, Vienna. This was the first royal palace in the town, but Franz Joseph I, the emperor of the Austro-Hungarian Empire built a bigger palace at the end of the town (Schönbrunn Palace) and the first metro line, because he likes the calm life but hates carriages. Now this is a governmental building and also works as a museum.

3. The Royals

Franz Joseph I was the main inspiration of the royal prince’s appearances and clothing. The black dress is from his youth and the blue, royal dress is in the early 1900s - he sat on the throne almost 70 years, from 1848 to 1916.

4. The Vain Princess

This is also based on a true story. Marie Antoinette, child of the Austrian and Hungarian Empress Marie Theresa (1717-1780) was married to the royal family of France as the wife of King Louis the XVI. They lived in big luxury when their people were starving, so in 1789 the france revolution was started and then she killed with the guillotine.

5. The Royal Capital

The places in the anime were also exist - the Ring (’RingStraße’), the Royal Opera House and the Town Hall. Here are my pictures about these buildings.

+ The Royal Puppy

Do you wonder which species is the royal dog? It’s a ‘komondor’, a Hungarian shepherd dog. Their fur also mop-like than the puli’s (Mark Zuckerberg’s Beast is also a hungarian dog, a ‘puli’ or mop dog), but their height are bigger to guard the cows or horses.

Dating Diana Prince Would Include...

Requested By: Anon

☆ Diana enjoys taking you on dates to Greek related places. This includes museums, theaters, and parks. 

☆ When you’re cuddling on the couch, you learn about her history while chatting. 

☆ Diana’s unbelievably tall, and she likes to show it by resting her chin on your head.

☆ Diana told you about her being Wonder Woman about three weeks into the relationship. You didn’t care that she was a huge hero, but you made her promise that she’d try not to get terribly hurt.

☆ She’s not afraid of PDA or the stares that you two get. Diana loves showing and telling the world that your hers. 

☆ You tried to figure out how to use her whip, but you ended up breaking two vases. Diana was watching the whole process, cracking up.

☆ Diana likes taking photos of you and with you because she never wants to forget you as she’ll live far longer than you.

☆ She’d be the calm one in the relationship, and she’d try not to get into arguments. If you get her fired up, she will not back down. After all fights, there’s always an apologetic hug and kiss. 

☆ You enjoy going stargazing with her. Diana always points out all the stars, constellations, and planets.

☆ She likes cuddling on the couch and watching Disney movies with you.

☆ You met the Justice League. You’re interviewed by them to make sure you’re a worthy companion of Diana. You, of course, pass the test while blushing.

☆ She enjoys hearing you talk about your life. Diana will always be listening because she wants to know everything about you even if it’s a small piece of information. She’ll actually learn from your stories.

A/N: Thanks for requesting!! I’ll just use this for my morning post.


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Women Artists and Postwar Abstraction | HOW TO SEE the art movement with MoMA curator Starr Figura

Many people recognize names like Pollock and de Kooning, but far fewer know of women abstract artists like Lee Krasner, Magdalena Abakanowicz, and Lee Bontecou, who made their own space in an often resistant art world.

MoMA curator Starr Figura introduces MoMA’s new exhibition Making Space which shines a spotlight on the stunning achievements of women artists between the end of World War II and the start of the Feminist movement in the late 1960s.

Thank you!

Great news! We have raised the funds to keep King Alfred’s Coins in the heart of the region in which it was discovered.

The Watlington hoard is the first large Viking hoard discovered in Oxfordshire & contains over 200 Anglo-Saxon coins.

We would like to thank everyone who donated to the campaign. Lead support was provided by the Heritage Lottery Fund, towards both the acquisition and to fund a range of educational and outreach activities. Thanks to a further major grant from Art Fund as well as contributions from the public and the Friends and Patrons of the Ashmolean, the Museum reached its fundraising target within days of the deadline.

“The Watlington Hoard is one of the most exciting and important acquisitions we have ever made, particularly significant because it was found in Oxfordshire. To be able to keep the hoard in the county and put it on display with the Ashmolean’s Anglo-Saxon collections, which include the world-famous Alfred Jewel, was an opportunity we could not miss.”
    – Dr Xa Sturgis, Director of the Ashmolean

An Exceptional Discovery

In October 2015, metal detectorist James Mather discovered an important Viking hoard near Watlington in South Oxfordshire. It dates from the end of the 870s, a key moment in the struggle between Anglo-Saxons and Vikings for control of southern England.

The Watlington Hoard sheds new light on the conflict between Anglo-Saxons and Vikings, and on the relationship between the two great Anglo-Saxon kingdoms of Mercia and Wessex.

The hoard contains over 200 Anglo-Saxon coins, including many examples of previously rare coins of Alfred the Great, King of Wessex (871–899) and his less well-known contemporary, King Ceolwulf II of Mercia (874–879). This is the first large Viking hoard discovered in Oxfordshire, which once lay on the border of Wessex and Mercia. The Watlington Hoard therefore has enormous relevance to our county. At the same time this is a find of truly national importance, providing a major new source of information about this tumultuous time in the history of our nation.

Museum Dates - Derek Hale x Reader

As always, thanks to @julieanncupcake

Pairing: Derek Hale x Female Reader

Derek Hale Masterlist

Derek glared at Lydia when she smacked his arm and in turn disrupted his daydream. “What?”

The redhead rolled her eyes before pointing towards where his daughter, Grace and her son, Nate, sat in front of a museum display as the guide explained the food chain of the African plains to the children perched by her feet. “Pay attention”

Now it was Derek’s turn to roll his eyes. “It’s for the kids”

“Maybe, but that doesn’t mean you should be checking out the guide” A blush spread up Derek’s cheeks as he tried and failed not to react to Lydia’s words. He hadn’t meant to be so obvious but he’d been single for a long time and she was just so beautiful. Her eyes lit up whenever one of the children raised their hands to ask a question and her smile did funny things to Derek’s chest. Lydia snickered under her breath as he struggled to think of a response. Derek ran his hands through his hair, sighing heavily before trailing after Lydia and the children as they moved into the next room.

He tried to look everywhere but at the guide, reading the signs around the room instead. But Derek couldn’t stop his eyes from drifting back to her, watching as she tucked her hair behind her ear or laughed at one of the children’s bizarre questions. Lydia looped her arm through his, leaning into his side.

“You should ask her out” Derek let out an incoherent grumble while shaking his head. Lydia was always trying to set him up and it never ended well. Ever. She rubbed his arm comfortingly before smiling up at him. “Why not? You’re a catch”

Derek raised his eyebrows, unimpressed by Lydia’s reasoning as he watched Grace stare at the display in amazement. She was his priority, and he didn’t want to disrupt the life they had by introducing her to another woman. It had taken her so long to adjust to Braeden not being around and he wasn’t about to make her go through it again. Lydia seemed to sense his concern, letting it drop as they listened to the end of the tour.

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Flatwoods monster

In West Virginia folklore, the Flatwoods Monster, also known as the Braxton County Monster or the Phantom of Flatwoods, is an entity reported to have been sighted in the town of Flatwoods in Braxton County, West Virginia, United States, on September 12, 1952. Stories of the creature are an example of a purported close encounter of the third kind.

Flatwoods Monster

Sub grouping: unidentified extraterrestrial

Other name(s):
Braxton County Monster
Phantom of Flatwoods

Country: United States

Region: Flatwoods, West Virginia


Location of Flatwoods, West Virginia

Various descriptions of the entity exist. Most describe it as being at least 7 feet (2.1 m) tall, with a black body and a dark, glowing face. Witnesses described the creature’s head as elongated, shaped like a sideways diamond, and as having non-human eyes; a large, circular cowling appeared behind the head. The creature’s body was described as “inhumanly-shaped” and clad in a dark, pleated skirt-like exoskeleton, later described as a shadow.

Some accounts record that the creature appeared to have “no visible arms” due to its incredible speed, while others reported long, stringy arms, protruding from the front of its body, with long, claw-like fingers.The creature is referred to as the “Lizard Monster” on the March 10, 2010, episode of MonsterQuest. Some witnesses reported seeing a large, pulsating red ball of light that hovered above or rested on the ground. Ufologists believe that it may have been a powered craft that the entity had piloted.


A newspaper clipping of the story of the Flatwoods Monster

At 7:15 p.m. on September 12, 1952, two brothers, Edward and Fred May, and their friend Tommy Hyer (ages 13, 12, and 10 respectively) witnessed a bright object cross the sky, coming to rest on land belonging to local farmer G. Bailey Fisher. Upon witnessing the object, the boys went to the home of the May brothers’ mother, Kathleen May, where they told the story of having seen a UFO crash land in the hills. From there, Mrs. May, accompanied by the three boys, local children Neil Nunley and Ronnie Shaver , and 17-year-old West Virginia National Guardsman Eugene Lemon, traveled to the Fisher farm in an effort to locate whatever it was that the boys had seen.

Lemon’s dog ran ahead out of sight and suddenly began barking, and moments later ran back to the group with its tail between its legs. After traveling about 0.25 miles (402 m) the group reached the top of a hill, where they reportedly saw a large pulsating “ball of fire” about 50 feet (15 m) to their right. They also detected a pungent mist that made their eyes and noses burn. Lemon then noticed two small lights over to the left of the object, underneath a nearby oaktree and directed his flashlight towards them, revealing the creature, which May reported as bounding towards them. Other sources[which?]describe it as emitting a shrill hissing noise before gliding towards them, changing direction and then heading off towards the red light. At this point the group fled in panic.

Upon returning home, Mrs. May contacted local Sheriff Robert Carr and Mr. A. Lee Stewert, co-owner of the Braxton Democrat, a local newspaper. Stewert conducted a number of interviews and returned to the site with Lemon later that night, where he reported that “there was a sickening, burnt, metallic odor still prevailing”. Sheriff Carr and his deputy Burnell Long searched the area separately, but reported finding no trace of the encounter other than the smell. Early the next morning, Stewert visited the site of the encounter for a second time and discovered two elongated tracks in the mud, as well as traces of a thick black liquid. He immediately reported them as being possible signs of a saucerlanding, based on the premise that the area had not been subjected to vehicle traffic for at least a year. It was later revealed that the tracks were likely to have been those of a 1942 Chevrolet pickup truck driven by local Max Lockard, who had gone to the site to look for the creature some hours prior to Stewert’s discovery.

After the event, Mr. William and Donna Smith, investigators associated with Civilian Saucer Investigation, LA, obtained a number of accounts from witnesses who claimed to have experienced a similar or related phenomena. These accounts included the story of a mother and her 21-year-old-daughter, who claimed to have encountered a creature with the same appearance and odor a week prior to the September 12 incident. The encounter reportedly affected the daughter so badly that she was confined to Clarksburg Hospital for three weeks. They also gathered a statement from the mother of Eugene Lemon, in which she said that, at the approximate time of the crash, her house had been violently shaken and her radio had cut out for 45 minutes, and a report from the director of the local Board of Education in which he claimed to have seen a flying saucer taking off at 6:30 a.m. on September 13 (the morning after the creature was sighted).


After encountering the creature, several members of the September 12 group reported suffering from similar symptoms, which persisted for some time and which they attributed to having been exposed to the mist emitted by the creature. The symptoms included irritation of the nose and swelling of the throat. Lemon suffered from vomiting and convulsions throughout the night, and had difficulties with his throat for several weeks afterward. A doctor who treated several of the witnesses is reported to have described their symptoms as being similar to victims of mustard gas, though such symptoms are also commonly found in sufferers of hysteria, which can be brought on by exposure to a traumatic or shocking event.

Conventional explanations

After examining the case 48 years after the event, Joe Nickell of the paranormal investigation group Committee for Skeptical Inquiry (CSI), then known as CSICOP, concluded in 2000 that the bright light in the sky reported by the witnesses on September 12 was most likely a meteor, that the pulsating red light was likely an aircraft navigation/hazard beacon, and that the creature described by witnesses closely resembled an owl. Nickell claimed that the latter two of which were distorted by the heightened state of anxiety felt by the witnesses after having observed the former. Nickell’s conclusions are shared by a number of other investigators, including those of the Air Force. Skeptics have also proposed misidentified owl sightings as explanations for the Mothman and the Kelly-Hopkinsville encounter .

The night of the September 12 sighting, a meteor had been observed across three states—Maryland, Pennsylvania and West Virginia—and had been mistakenly reported as a flaming aircraft crashing into the side of a hill at Elk River, approximately 11 miles (18 km) southwest of the location of the Flatwoods sighting.[citation needed] Three flashing red aircraft beacons were also visible from the area of the sightings,[citation needed] possibly accounting for the pulsating red light seen by the witnesses and for the red tint on the face of the creature.

A barn owl, seen with “claw-like hands” and a face shaped “like the Ace of Spades”

Nickell concluded that the shape, movement, and sounds reported by witnesses were also consistent with the silhouette, flight pattern, and call of a startled barn owl perched on a tree limb, leading researchers to conclude that foliage beneath the owl may have created the illusion of the lower portions of the creature (described as being a pleated green skirt). Researchers also concluded that the witnesses’ inability to agree on whether the creature had arms, combined with Kathleen May’s report of it having “small, claw-like hands” which “extended in front of it”, also matched the description of a barn owl with its talons gripping a tree branch.

Alternative explanations included those put forward by the local media: that the September 12 group had witnessed the impact of a meteor which resulted in a man-shaped cloud of vapor, and those of Kathleen May and her sons (recorded some time after the incident); that they had seen some kind of covert government aircraft.

References in popular culture

Flatwoods held an annual festival to celebrate the “Green Monster”. The three-day festival included a weekend of live music, the Green Monster museum and trips to the site of the original sighting. The last year the festival took place was in 2006.

The final boss at the end of the videogame Amagon

A creature resembling the description of the Flatwoods monster appears as the final boss of the 1988 NES videogame Amagon and as the stage 02 boss of the videogame Space Harrier II. Other videogame aliens with a similar appearance are “Gimme” in the Wii U game The Wonderful 101, the aliens referred to as “Them” in The Legend of Zelda: Majora’s Mask, the Space World boss in Tumblepop, the Hayokonton in Wild Arms, enemies in the Las Vegas level of Ninja Baseball Batman. The player is capable of conjuring a version of the monster in the Scribblenauts game series.

The Flatwoods Monster appears in the “Mystery” apartment look in Tomodachi Life. The monster is shown in chapter 218 of the anime Shinryaku! Ika Musume, where one character uses its picture to scare another.

The Flatwoods Monster is the subject of Argyle Goolsby and the Roving Midnight’s song “The Being”.

The monster inspired the Braxton County CVB to create a series of oversized chairs in the likeness of the monster placed in Braxton County. The Braxton County Monster Chair project started in 2014.


Pegoryu Prompt: A Calming Kiss

@noctislife Looks like I got it done early. I hope it lives up to expectations.


It’s time. The plan to break down the ugly, gaudy barriers of Madarame’s cognition is happening. Ann is heading off to be a distraction while Morgana attempts to pick the lock to the real door. She’s waddling away from the hideout, trying to leave a fair distance between herself and the boys. Akira’s outward composure is cool and collected, befitting of a phantom thief, but his gaze moves nervously back and forth along the skyline. Ryuji continuously shifts his weight from one foot to the next, anxious to put Morgana’s plan into motion.

“Hey, Akira…” Ryuji leans in next to the brunette. “Ya even think this’ll work?”

“We have no better options right now.” Akira turns his gaze to Ryuji who is worrying at his lower lip with his teeth. That look is distracting and makes something inside Akira tighten up, but he bites it back and doesn’t let it show. “Just stick with the plan. We can do this.”

Ryuji’s face relaxes and the corners of his lips turn up into a grin. “Jesus, Dude, how can you be this cool all the time?” Akira breaks out into a genuine smile.

They look out toward Ann who is still struggling to move in her outrageous amount of layers. She turns back slightly and waves to them. She gives a sly smile and Akira smiles back as he waves her off. Ryuji looks between them and feels awkward.

“Somethin’ going on between you two? You’ve been acting kinda weird.” The blond’s eyebrows furrow and his mouth turns into a slight frown.

Akira’s poker face persists. He shakes his head and leans back against the railing, the hazy twilight sky plays around his features. Ryuji catches himself staring and turns back to looking out at the city. The light does wonders at hiding the slight flush in his cheeks.

“You’d tell me, right?” Ryuji gazes out of the corner of his vision. “I-I mean I wouldn’t blame you going for her since she’s pretty n’ shit.”

Akira turns to Ryuji, wanting to say something, but it dies in his mouth as he turns away to check Ann’s progress. She is no longer in his line of sight. He sighs and turns back to Ryuji.

“Let’s go…” Akira nods his head toward the other end of the walkway. Ryuji’s face drops a little more.

“Yeah…I guess so.” The blond huffs and takes his place alongside Akira’s stride, struggling a little to keep pace.

They make it outside of Madarame’s shabby shack and Akira begins putting the words into the Nav App. Madarame, Shack, Museum. He chances a glance at Ryuji, who refuses to meet his gaze. Akira breaks character for a moment, letting some of his frustrations translate to his features as the world shifts around them, warping the shabby atelier into the golden museum of Madarame’s cognition. As soon as the scenery settles, Akira falls back into being Joker of the Phantom Thieves. Ryuji takes up his role as Skull and forces a smug smile onto his features.

“Let’s fucking do this then. Lead the way, Joker!”

Joker leads the infiltration back into the Central Garden without incident. The peacock screens unfold before them one by one, leading up to the barrier of red lasers. Now there is nothing left to do but wait. The silence between the two is horrid.

Skull finally breaks the silence with a “The fuck is taking them so long?”

Joker shrugs and leans his hip into a nearby rail. He stares up at the sky that swirls and warps like a river of blue ink. His face remains in an impossible state of calm.

Skull can’t seem to stand still. He shifts more than usual and constantly breaks character to steal glances at Akira. It’s making him crazy. Why did he avoid the subject of Ann? Are they seeing each other? What was that look about? He wants to explode and ask every question at once. He can’t calm down and be Skull until he knows if his best friend is seeing Ann. But why does this matter so much? Why is he having such a hard time with the thought of his two friends together.

Ryuji keeps looking at Akira, each time he finds it harder to look away. His face is so calm. His eyes never betray any feelings to him. Those mysterious grey eyes that always lead to the smirking corners of his mouth and… why the hell is he thinking about his friend’s mouth. Though his lips do look particularly soft. And then it hits him all at once. His face goes bright red and Joker catches it. He walks over and gets too close for comfort. Their noses are mere inches away from touching.

“Are you getting sick? Your face is completely red.”

Now is Ryuji’s shot to confess. To close the distance and kiss him. To do fucking something other than sitting there and looking at Akira like a complete moron. But that’s all Ryuji can do when Joker removes one of his signature red gloves and brings it closer to his face. He wants Joker to touch him, but wusses out at the last minute and catches his wrist just before his hand could make contact with his cheek.

“The hell are you doing!” He can’t. He just can’t risk alienating his best friend with these feelings. After all that they’ve been through, he can’t risk the rejection. It’d destroy him and this fragile new happiness that he has built with him.

Now it’s Akira’s turn to break character. “Why are you acting so weird?” He pulls his hand out of Ryuji’s grasp. Did Ryuji just look hurt?

“Me? You’re the one acting all secretive!” The blond growls out. “We’re best friends! And you can’t even give me a straight answer about Ann!”

“Stop shouting…” Akira hisses out, “You’ll attract the shadows.”

“There you go, fucking avoiding me again!” Ryuji shakes his head, “Why the hell won’t you tell me about…”

Akira shoves Ryuji into the dark shadow cast by one of the potted trees. He presses up against the blond, using his long coat to blend them further into the dark. Ryuji’s breathing gets faster and he opens his mouth to speak. To his surprise, Akira presses his lips to his friend’s in a kiss. Ryuji’s brown eyes shoot open and glass over. His body goes rigid and shudders as the brunet pushes him flush against the ground. He can feel every inch of Akira against him. Ryuji stops letting himself think and relaxes into Akira’s kiss as a shadow stalks into the room. The hulking thing scans the area, searching for their whereabouts.

“I swore I heard shouting from here…” the reverb from the shadow echoes as it scratches under its security guard hat. It does another passing scan before it trudges out of the garden.

Akira pulls away and lifts himself onto his hands and knees, still hovering over the blond. He releases his breath and leans his forehead into Ryuji’s. Their masks meet with a soft cling. He’s breathing heavily and his cheeks flush a soft shade of pink in contrast to Ryuji’s bright shade of red.

“This wasn’t the way it was supposed to go…” Akira whispers.

Ryuji’s mouth moves , but he can’t form any words to save his life. Akira looks down into Ryuji’s eyes with an expression he’s never seen before.

“You have Ann and me all wrong…I asked her to take extra time with stalling Yusuke.” The brunette runs a hand through his thick messy hair. “I suck at things like this…”

“What?” Ryuji asks incredulously. His mind is swimming.

Akira maintains eye contact, blush deepening against his fair skin. “I wanted time to say things properly, but that all went to hell because I gave you the wrong idea…”

Ryuji presses his lips into a thin line.“You’re not screwing with me, right?” He reaches up and pulls Joker’s mask away. The expression did not shift.

“Why would I do that?” He sits back on his haunches and pulls Ryuji up to face him. He pulls the Skull mask off. “I’m putting a lot on the line for this. I risk the Mission, the Phantom Thieves, you…”

The blond studies his friend’s eyes then a wide grin stretches across his face. He bumps his head into Akira’s sternum and releases a shuddering breath. “What does this mean? I’m not that smart, so I need you to tell me…” Please say it. I’m too terrified to say it myself.

Akira’s lips turn up at the corners. “Fine. I’ll tell you something good. Something honest.” He leans into Ryuji’s ear and whispers, “I’ve always liked you.” He presses another kiss to Ryuji’s lips, but just as quickly, they part. He places the Skull mask back onto the blond and pulls them both back up. He takes his own mask back and returns to being Joker. Cool, collected, and just a little more suave than before.

Suddenly the red lasers flicker off and the entrance opens up. Skull snaps to attention.

“It’s off!” The blond seems surprised and relieved all at once. He grabs onto Joker’s hand and runs full speed toward the next area.

The Archivist ( Steve Rogers x Reader )

Author : ThatPleasantNightmare
Word Count : 1275 words.
Characters involved : Reader, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, fictional  characters.
Summary : Captain America has to check up on American history after 70 years of beauty sleep.


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Originally posted by hardyness

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“ I knew it .. you lucky bastard ” she murmured, closing the handwritten notebook carefully. She finished taking her notes and stretched on her little work chair. She smiled, putting the notebook back in her plastified protection and in the little black box. She stood up, continued stretching her numb legs, making her way to the corridor.

Working in one of America’s biggest museum was a dream coming true. As she finished her long studies in History, she got lucky as her internship supervisor, a.k.a. the museum’s archivist for 50 years, decided to, two years before her due date, to retire, leaving her a solid first job. Wandering in the big room underneath the museum, she placed JFK’s personal notebook back to its place. How lucky was she to do a job she loved which always allowed her to dig up history dirt? Looking at the clock above her head, she saw that her “work” was over.. two hours ago. Making her way back to her office, she took her stuff before closing it, walking to the elevator. Finally reaching the top floor of the building, she greeted the night guard, but before she could reach the door, a voice stopped her.
“ - y/n , can I ask you something?”  She heard the museum’s director coming slowly to her.
“ You just did “ she muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes.
“ Sure! “ She announced, louder.
“ I know you’re not working tommorow but I wanted to ask you a favor. A very important company asked us for a personalised private tour, at night, and I wanted to ask you if you were willing to do it? “ He crossed his fingers in front of his face, silently begging you to say yes.
“ Hm, I  mean.. Why didn’t you ask Tori or Becca? There are the museum guides after all. I’m just.. the archivist “ she frowned.
“ Let’s be real, y/n. They just learn their texts, that YOU gave them, they can’t even answer questions they’re asked “ he grumbled.
“ True “ she admitted.
“ Look, I’ll do anything. They’re big people. You love history and nobody could give a better insight of American history. Please, I’m begging you. ”
She sighed. It’s not like she had something to do of her Friday night. Her job had its perks, but also its flaws. Not much social life since graduation. And she liked the director, he was a nice man who didn’t hesitate to give her the job even if she just gratuated. She owed him that. The puppy eyes were not helping.
“ Okay, alright, I’ll do it “ she smiled as he fisted the air
“ What do you want me to present ? “ she asked.
“ Oh, let’s say… from the end of World War II, to … nowadays? “ he answered.
“Alright, but.. when you said you were willing to do anything… “ she snickered.
“ No raise! And thank you! “ He ran back to his office.

Damn it.

She spend the night working on her presentation. God, it feels like going back to college, she thought. Big men, he said. She wondered who that might be. She wasn’t really watching the news and thought that she would see tommorow anyway. Concentrating on the museums rooms, she decided to do a chronological tour on different aspect of the American history ; politics, medecine, arts, emblematic personas and so on. Collecting her notes, she set an alarm for the next day, feeling confident like never.

And her confidence left her when she met the "big men” ; being Tony Stark and a dozen of scary looking bodyguards.
“ And this is y/n, she will be your guide for tonight “ she heard the director saying to Stark, this one turning to greet her, giving her a warm smile.
“ It’s nice to meet you y/n. I’d present myself but- “
“ I know who you are “ she cut him, presenting her hand. 
He laughed slightly, shaking her hand with his. The director gave her a thumb up and left, saying goodbye to Tony Stark.
She told everyone to gather around her and she noticed another man, standing behind the bodyguards. He had a cap on and sunglasses like them, but he wasn’t wearing a suit, more casual; vintage even. She shook her head, scratching her throat to gain the attention of everyone and start her tour.
And it went well. As scary as the men were, they seemed interested in what she was saying, even asking questions. She grew confident and let her love for history take over. She would glance at the odd man, who stayed silent, only talking to Tony Stark sometimes. When he would glance her way, she would fumble with her notes, feeling nervous, god knows why. She finished her tour with the war heros wall, gently cursing the museum for the lack of military aspect. At the end of the tour, everybody clapped her and Tony made his way towards her.
”  My, my… the director told us you were good, but that, that was incredible… History for Dummies 2.0. “  he chuckled.
“ Thank you Mr Stark, it really means a lot “ she genuily smiled as the other man make his over them.
“ Oh, by the way, I was curious. What leads a brilliant woman like yourself to work in the archives? “ Stark asked.
“ I just.; I love it. I mean, you get to interact with antiques and what we have down there, that’s… Only 1/10 of the pieces are exposed up here, I let you imagine what’s down there. My granpa always said that that’s where the real history was “ she smiled.
“ Granpa huh? Archivist too “ He questionned.
“ No, soldier. He became a teacher after the second world war. “
“ Alright! Last question before we leave, how do you feel about Captain America? “
He smirked, and the other man cleared his throat, elbowing him, making Stark smirk even more. Completely oblivious, she crossed her arms over her chest and smirked.
” I’ll tell you what, Mr Stark. In 1943, Captain America decided to rescue his best friend, Sergeant Barnes from some Hydra base. In doing so, he freed not only his friend and the future Howling Commandos but also a bunch of innocent soldiers. My granpa was one of this soldier. So, if it wasn’t for Captain America, I probably wouldn’t be here.“
The smiled grew wider on Tony Stark face and he thanked her again for the tour, mouthing to the troops that it was time to go. As she opened the front counter to collect her bag and keys, she jumped when she heard a voice behind her. Putting her hands over her heart, she looked up at the man in front of her.
” I’m sorry, didn’t mean to startle you ma'am “ the odd man said, removing his cap from his head.
“ It’s .. It’s okay. And it’s miss “ she clarified.
“  Alright, miss, I just wanted to thank you for the tour, it was… nice to see how America had changed since… the war “ he mumbled.
“ And I wanted to ask you if you could help me with hm.. history and things. “
She swore the voice was familiar, but she couldn’t remember from where.
”  Hm, sure.. I mean I work here, so. If you have any questions you can come and see me.. for history and things. “
God the man was making her nervous.
“  Thank you y/n, it was a pleasure really. I’ll see you around.”
He turned around and she could see him taking off the glasses.
“  I didn’t catch your name “ she shouted so he could hear her.
“ It’s Steve. Steve Rogers. “ he replied, turning to give her a smile and a nod before leaving. 

Did she just gave an history class to Captain America ?!


Oh god it feels so good to write something at last. Anyway , I hoped you enjoyed it? Do you guys wants a part 2 ? A serie? Can I have some feedbacks ? xx