neatly packaged

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THIS IS SO IMPORTANT

Can we just talk about how perfect Community’s 6x04 “Queer Studies and Advanced Waxing” is?

Like there’s so much to it, from Chang’s concern that he was only cast as Miyagi because he’s asian, to Abed (canonically recognized as having ASD) having intense empathy for the baby birds (with the wonderfully tragic subtle parallel of his mother having left him when he was young).

But the best part was the amazing discussion of sexuality and it’s complexities.

Dean Pelton has always been assumed as somewhat queer. He is very attracted to Jeff and he often dresses in drag. But sexuality is so much more complicated than just liking boys or girls. There are more than two genders, more than monogamy, more than monosexuality, more than physical attraction, etc etc. And while any kind of positive LGBTQIA representation is awesome, it’s usually something like what the school board tries to do in the episode. They want the Dean to be a neatly packaged, cardboard cut out of the gay white cis male. But that denies so much of who he is and also reduces him to a symbol of how not homophobic they are rather than a complete person.

I cannot get over how well Frankie sums up how problematic this is

“When a person becomes symbolic, they gain symbolic power at the price of independent power.”

Omg. I am obsessed with how perfect that line is. Frankie Dart is my hero. Plus, she subtly comes out to Jeff and the Dean as queer like it ain’t no thing. New fave characacter. 

But most importantly is the vagueness of the Dean’s metaphor. Personally, I took the never ending handkerchief metaphor to mean his sexuality is complex and constantly evolving, while still having some things in common with being straight up gay. Both handkerchiefs and rabbits can be pulled from a hat. But the rabbit is pulled out once and done so it is much simpler, while the handkerchief progresses over time (hence “never ending” handkerchief). Additionally, the rabbit out of a hat is a magic show trope; it is the example non-magicians use as what a magician does (like how heterosexuals only think of queer people as simply gay). Whereas the handkerchief trick, while there is sometimes of an awareness of it, isn’t really as commonly thought about or represented. There’s even a ton of variety within how the handkerchief trick is performed; it doesn’t even have to be out of a hat but can be from a sleeve, mouth, pocket, or behind an audience member’s ear. I think I’m letting this metaphor run away with me, but you get the idea.

I also like that they don’t say what else the Dean is. Because, as Frankie said, your sexuality “is nobody’s business.” The Dean is simply himself. 

Sexuality and gender is a spectrum that extends in a multitude of directions, not just gay or straight. And when we stop having to label and understand something in order to accept it, then we will have truly made progress.

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The scariest thing about hearing the slaughter is the silence that comes afterwards. Because you know there was life, and now there isn’t. — Tal Gilboa

The animals know their fate. As they stand in the corridor of death, they smell the fear, hear the screams and the clanging of hooves of their own species. They witness the gruesome spilling of blood and each one of them knows that they too, will be next. Slaughterhouses are completely hidden away from cities, with most places having No Trespassing signs, laws that prohibit filming, and so much more. This makes consumers completely disconnected from the reality of the production of the neatly packaged meats bought at stores. They have no clue that the animal they dine on went through immense suffering and trauma.

We must open up our minds and hearts and we must realize that our tastebuds are not more worth than the life of an animal. Choose compassion, choose vegan.

Photographed by Tommaso Ausili.

inter-squad bonding moments that I would love to see
  • Ashley discovers that Grunt has been reading The Old Man and the Sea. She has the time of her life thinking of other classic books that pertain to his interest in large animals/wars/etc, and the two of them start the Normandy Book Club.
  • Samara and Liara see in each other the mirror image of how much it hurts when a parent and child become enemies. 
  • Kasumi overhears Wrex talking about his lost family armor. A few days later, Wrex is surprised to find the armor in a neatly wrapped package at the foot of his bed. 
Chocolate Roulette (Yoosung x Reader/MC)

Cheritz Appreciation Week Day 2: Sweets

Rating: 10+ (no spoilers)

Notes: As some of you may know I’m helping host @cheritzappreciationweek! Tho Iunno how much I’m actually helping… OTL. Anyway! If you guys have time check it out! And if you want, please contribute! :D

This is my first time writing Yoosung, so I’m really nervous. I could have gone with the usual suspects but I wanted to tease him. Anyway, I hope he’s not too terribly OOC and that you guys enjoy.

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In Writing, Revealed.

A parcel made its way to the resident of the Warlock, wrapped neatly in a carrier package to where a large bird could have delivered it. In the bag, there were two scrolls, one that read ‘Kurel’ and one that read ‘Mavas’. The small note attached to both had been simple. 'Please deliver.’

Mavas,

These are the words that you have never wanted to hear and I can only assume how much pain I left you in from our last meeting. Please hear me out, there is something I desperately need to explain to you.

When we first met, it was all business, I was relieved to have someone I could trust up in the sails with me where you acquired your nickname, 'Sails’, but after a while, you were much more to me than a simple partner. Each mission that passed I felt myself growing closer, developing a trust almost as deeply embedded as I have in Azurick and Darnath. I wanted to protect you, even from yourself.

I never truly was able to thank you for the countless hours we spent in the Crow’s Nest, the missions we went on where I knew I could rely on you to be there. I couldn’t voice how thankful I was that you helped me through the desert, let alone any of it.

Part of me wanted to keep you for myself, that was selfish and when you became close to Thoen, I was so happy for you. I wanted your happiness, I wanted your smile, no matter how rare it was. That look on your face when you were confused or thrown off kilter by something unexpected. The way your ears twitched when you were kissed. I know you wanted to seem emotionless but you are so full of life. I was glad that someone else could bring that into your life.

When I asked you to be my First Mate it was because yes, I wanted to keep you close to me but I also wanted to protect you. I wanted you safe and near, I didn’t want to watch you get hurt over and over and go places that I simply couldn’t follow. I had begun to realize that I could not keep you from your obsession with trouble, your desire for danger. My pride wouldn’t let go. While it is no excuse, dragons have an innate instant hatred for anything or anyone that tries to harm or thief away something that belongs to them. Even themselves. In my eyes, you’ve always been mine in some way or another. Perhaps not in the way you at first desired but you have always been so special to me.

I missed you, I called out your name more times than myself or the Fury’s crew could remember when you weren’t there. I still miss you. There is something I need you to know while my thoughts are still as clear as they can be, I know that I am fading as fast as a dimming star within the horizon.

The night I saw you again at Atlas and we spoke, we actually spoke… You said you wanted to be a better friend and I knew in my heart you meant it. I knew who I needed to trust and what I needed to do. When I healed you the same way I did to Kurel, I transferred my life essence. I knew that you would keep your promise in being my best friend if I gave you the last of myself that hadn’t been touched by The Nightmare. I knew that you would guard it.

You would be the friend you promised to be.

I couldn’t tell you, I didn’t need to add something on your plate and I knew that it would distract you from what needed to be done. You would come looking. After I implanted the last of myself, the only thing left to do was to get it as far away from this bleeding body as I could. I chased you away, I claimed mutiny to push you far, far away into a safe distance. It is easier to let someone go if you hate them instead of love them.

Part of the Nightmare made me think it was real, after a while I couldn’t tell if it was my plan or if it was actually the case but I knew one thing. If I had told you that night at Atlas that I was fading away, you would have tried to find me… To search for a cure to something that has yet to be solved. It would have put you in a position that could have harmed you and our family. I needed you to be able to be brave and strong, fixed so that you could protect people. Our people, our friends, our family. I know that you are keeping your promise, I know that I have hurt you and I will apologize but I cannot take it back. I needed you safe, away from this disease in my body.

I want you to find inner peace, Mav. Find happiness that swells you with pride and a smile that will shine the beauty inside of you. Spoil Thoen, cherish every moment you have and think of those who matter before you spring into action. Protect Kurel for me and please deliver the note – No, it won’t explode and kill him. He is my brother, even if he hates me or not. Keep Dar and Az out of trouble if you can, let their smiles shine brightly. I know you can, I know you will. You said you were going to be a better friend starting right then and already you have.

I’m sorry I haven’t been there for you and that I’ve been untrusting. I’m sorry that I cannot show you what you truly mean to me in any sense nor that I was able to show you the sights and breathtaking moments I promised so many years ago. I’m sorry I’ve put this burden on you, that I’ve given you all I have left to survive. Please consider the magic a parting gift, my attempts at being the better friend I promised you I would be. I knew that in the end, I could only trust you with keeping it hidden and safe.

Thank you for being my best friend. Thank you for being there as best as we could be and always standing before me even when I was wrong or treating you poorly or doubting you. It couldn’t have been easy. Thank you for showing me how to trust people after the pain, thank you for leaving good memories in the scarring on my heart instead of the bitter feelings they could have been. I hope one day you will understand why I did what I did… Why I had to push you from me. Thank you for shielding the last part of me.

You are precious to me and I wish for nothing but the best for you. That is truly all I have ever wanted but I have never been good at expressing myself or showing it clearly. I’m sorry I was not the friend to you that you were to me. I have never deserved your kindness and loyalty and I see that now, which makes it all the more valuable to me… More than you’ll ever know. I’ve never been able to fully say it to you because I’m a coward but I will tell you it now. I need to tell you now before the moment slips away and you’ll never know.

I love you, Mav.

If you ever feel lost or alone, look to the stars and I will be there.

-Jack.


It took everything in him to deliver Kurel’s by placing it on the captain’s talking book in his home, and return back to his cottage, arm radiating burning pain, leg still bleeding sluggishly. The letter was too much. He could not think about it. Yet that was all his mind could focus on…he wanted to scream, he wanted to burn the entirety of Sunspire to the ground, but he simply quietly went to Thoen’s healing room. If he waited, if he did not speak…perhaps. Perhaps he would not have to never stop screaming. 

Belated Wedding Present

A beautifully and neatly wrapped package would arrive at Ludlow Vineyards with a letter attached to it.

Lord and Lady Ludlow, 

 I want to once again extend my congratulations to you both on your recent nuptials. It was a lovely ceremony and Lord Holt and I both enjoyed it. Furthermore, I wish to apologize that your gift was not ready in time for us to bring personally. I realize as purveyors of wine, you must already have a wide selection of glasses to use, but I hope you will find these a bit more personal. 

Warmest Wishes, 

Lord Cedrick Holt
Miss Venreena Thorne

Enclosed in the box, resting on purple satin pillowing, were two ornate crystal wine glasses with the letter “L” elegantly etched into the side.

@elizebella @collectively-dark @cedrickholtstories for mentions))

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THAT WATCH:

“Nightingale presented me with a small package neatly wrapped in silver paper. He stood waiting with suspicious casualness but I wasn’t fooled… Unwrapped, it turned out to be an original stainless steel Omega, antique, black and silver, automatic winding and therefore magic-proof and worth about seventy to eighty times what I’d bought him.” - Whispers Underground

Headcanon for THAT WATCH:

  • As there’s no way Nightingale would gift his hand me downs to Peter (give, absolutely, but not for Christmas), it’s very unlikely that the watch was one that he himself had bought and used for himself or been given new as a present.
  • Since the watch is antique and it’s very unlikely that Thomas went out and bought an antique watch with Peter in mind when he could have bought a brand new one for far less money, it must have belonged to someone else before ending up in his possession.
  • This wasn’t just some random watch left in the Folly by someone who never returned, partly for the same reasons as part one- Nightingale’s no Scrooge- and partly because Nightingale would feel ‘presumptuous’ giving such a thing away ‘on his own recognisance,’ to quote his feelings about selling the school (and also because it would be kinda creepy to give Peter some random dead dude’s things).

Therefore: the watch was given Nightingale by a previous owner, either for him to keep it safe for them or as a memento, before they went away somewhere or after their death.  

  • The watch’s previous owner and Nightingale were close. It’s a very intimate thing to give someone your watch. Particularly at the time this exchange presumably happened. Watches were ‘coming of age’ presents- things to be handed down from father to son- something that a man would seldom be seen without. 
  • Peter reminded Thomas enough of the watch’s former owner that he thought it would be a suitable gift for him.

Conclusion: The watch was David Mellenby’s.

Possible watches: Above are images of two possible candidates for ‘THE WATCH’

  1. The first watch is from 1921. With watches often being given as a 21st birthday present and my headcanon for David being that he’s roughly the same age as Nightingale, this is a possibility. The one problem is that this watch is set in silver rather than stainless steel and I couldn’t seem to find any in steel before the 1930s on the site I was looking at (though this doesn’t necessarily mean they didn’t exist, since stainless steel was in common use in the early 1920s).
  2. The second watch is a 1930s model which is waterproof and was used by the military. Looks like a likely suspect.

Scenarios for Nightingale to have come by the watch:

  1. Pre-war, David gave the watch to Thomas in the way a friend might a friendship bracelet- albeit a very expensive and personal one- or a finance might be presented with a ring (presumably without the prospect of impending nuptials in this case, alas). Something for Nightingale to wear and think of David, even when he was off on foreign service work.
  2. Post-war. David left the watch to Nightingale in his Will.
  3. During the war, David gave the watch to Nightingale, either for its safe keeping or his own. Or both…

“David, go…” 

“I can’t just leave you here!” 

“Go, now, Lieutenant. That’s an order… what are you doing?”

“Take this.”

“I can’t take your… Get on the damned glider, David…”

“Take it! I want you to take it. You can return it to me. Safely. Along with yourself.”

Whatever the case, it’s a pretty damned intimate gift for Peter to have been given, and I can imagine Nightingale deliberating for hours about whether or not to give it to him before thinking ‘David would want someone to get use out of it’ and ‘David would like Peter’… ‘David was like Peter.’

And, as always, the thought would terrify him as much as it thrilled him,

But at least Peter would always be on time.

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Here it is everyone. The product of my literal blood, sweat, and tears for the past 2 months. As part of my packaging design class, I have created a complete DVD series collection for Gravity Falls. Both seasons, all 40 episodes, neatly packaged onto 8 discs. 

anonymous asked:

could i ask a question about taz ? bc im a bit of a latecomer to the series (caught up finally) and im not the best at picking up on hints/"reading between the lines"/etc. but i have no idea where "lup" has come from ?? i dont know whether its something thats been speculated based on a tiny thing or if ive just not been listening properly, as a lot of the fandom has seemed to pick it up ? ( thank you ! )

no dog im the same! i gotta read posts abt it because im verrryyy bad at remembering stuff.

this post’s good at summing it all up! https://doing-that.tumblr.com/post/158289850606/doing-that-im-just-gotta-neatly-package

Microsoft provided Tim Cook with a Surface Pro 4
Microsoft provided Apple CEO Tim Cook with a toaster and a refrigerator recently, neatly packaged into a Surface tablet. The software giant supplied 300 Surface Pro 4 devices for the latest China Development Forum, and Tim Cook was in attendance. Microsoft appears to have placed its tablets on the desk areas for attendees, providing the ability to ask questions electronically and use Office apps from the machines. Read more

anonymous asked:

#BLESS #URACUTIE this blog and your art is essentially my aesthetic in a neatly wrapped package and I'd like to thank you for that. Your art has such a nice feel to it and makes me feel warm i guess?? Just know that your art is a many splendored thing. I hope you have a good day or evening wherever you are right now. Your art makes me happy and I hope you have a good week u lovely walnut <3

ohh my thank you so so much, this made my day!!!♡ i hope you have a wonderful day and week too 😳❤

amicrest  asked:

A smile tugged at his lips, leaning across threshold of her house with bag in tow. The contents for her splendor only; a neatly boxed package of assorted macaroons. Some he made himself while others were off the shelves for flavors he couldn't quite get just right. He might be a decent chief but not everything is his talent. "I thought of flowers...but you tend to have those here all the time. So I decided to stick with the latter ms. home cooking." his voice teasing slightly. "Happy White Day."

Its totally still White Day

                               “Thanks, Yams– er- Yamato.” 

     She clears her throat before accepting it and gesturing for him to come inside. Her parents were already off on a date she’d rather not think about leaving her to herself and a house full of silent plants. She wanders back inside the apartment setting her bag of goodies down on the kitchen counter before claiming a seat on the plush sofa, a recent addition to their living space, with a drawn out sigh she takes a glance over her shoulder, traditional formalities long lost with their years of friendship.

                             “Make yourself at home, unless you’ve

                              got countless fan girls to go deliver gifts to.” 

     Her tone was light and trailed with a giggle, he wasn’t the only one who got to make smart ass quips. It wouldn’t be fair to let him have all the fun.

                              “I’m sure they’d appreciate the flowers 

                               as much as I would, you know my mom

                               says they get lonely if you don’t bring 

                               them more friends.”

     Sora shoots him a cheeky smile as he settled into a seat. 

                              “It’s okay you didn’t actually bring flowers. 

                               My mom would probably go on and on about

                               how the place you got them from prepared

                               them wrong. She once chewed dad out for 

                               an hour when he picked them up from some

                               random place.”

     She clears her throat again, starting up small talk with him was always a struggle. Yamato was always quiet and intense looking, but once he got going any tension from his natural demeanor would soon be gone. 

                             “Thanks by the way. Knowing you 

                               Mr. Home Cooking, you made those yourself.

                               You could have gone with store bought like 

                               Taichi always does when he actually remembers.

                                Anyways, I’m sure you’re not here to talk 

                                him, are you hungry? I can probably throw

                                something together. Or you can just sit there

                                and look grumpy like always.” 

     Sora couldn’t help but laugh as his expression soured much like it always did when she pointed out how grumpy he was looking. 

I need proof that love can last
so I look everywhere. there is
a package lying neatly on my
doorstep but everything is such
a disappointment these days.
in another world, someone
can’t fall asleep without me.
in another world, I swallowed
all my words back, pulling on
them like the string of a balloon.
you didn’t deserve it, not any of it,
and I’m sorry to this day.
—  Fortesa Latifi
Reality is more complex than we would like.
If we insist upon it making sense,
We will find ourselves despairing.
Reality cannot be neatly packaged…
Reality is all that is, and this is often at odds
With what we imagine it should be.
—  Rabbi Yannai
For centuries women were largely written out of history. Achievements ignored, words forgotten and entire lives erased. Relegated simply to the role of wife and mother of greater men, a mere footnote or aside, nothing of real import to hurriedly glean off of  the pages of what is more than likely a book dedicated in full to the aforementioned son or husband. While a man’s life could be packaged neatly into multiple volumes a woman was lucky to see a paragraph’s worth of words dedicated to her. It’s not all that shocking given that historians for many years were by and large male. However ,that is changing and as a female historian , I would like nothing more than to see these women vindicated through dedicated research. This is not to diminish the achievements of men nor to take away from anything they accomplished, but rather to bring light upon a wrongly forgotten history. A female history.
scorpius: view one

By the time he was 11, Scorpius had very strong opinions about most things. Draco was man enough to admit where he’d gotten that from.

He was particularly insistent about picking out his own Christmas gifts. He cut quite a figure, a serious-faced little boy with silvery blond hair and long black robes, walking in step with Draco. He permitted Draco to hand him a few shiny galleons before entering a shop, but would not hear of Draco coming in with him.

“It’s supposed to be a surprise,” Scorpius said severely, and so Draco waited outside on the cobblestones, facing away from the window after a withering stare from his little son. Nearly an hour later, Scorpius emerged clutching a stack of neatly wrapped packages tied up with twine.

He didn’t think of it again until Christmas with his parents, when his mother carefully unwrapped the small box Scorpius had so eagerly presented her with.

Narcissa let out a soft “oh” when she pulled the teacup out. Draco leaned over and flinched when he saw what was written on it. Lucius leaned over, squinted at it for a moment, then scoffed.

“At least it’s labeled this time.”,

And Draco’s mother, the perfectly poised Narcissa Malfoy…snorted. It was a delicate snort, but a snort to be sure. “Oh, hush.” She set the cup down into the box, and turned back to Scorpius with a smile. “Thank you, darling. I love it.”

Scorpius accepted a tight hug from his grandmother, and returned to his place on the settee next to Draco. Draco wrapped his arm around Scorpius and gave him a gentle squeeze. He may have been young, but Scorpius was already a clever boy.

He woke up and automatically reached for her, but only found empty space. Yawning, he got out of bed and padded into the kitchen in her bunny slippers (he knew he shouldn’t have let her pack his bedroom stuff).
   It was their first Sunday morning in their new apartment. Sunlight streamed in through the polished windows, and she was sitting on one of the unpacked boxes, already sipping her coffee and flipping through one of her poetry books. His favorite mug was sitting on another box across from her, fresh coffee billowing steam, beckoning him.
 He smiled and took his silently indicated seat and brought the mug up to his lips and took a moment to inhale the aroma.
“Weirdo” she muttered without looking up, but he could see her small smile behind her book.
He laughed and leaned back on the box. It was one of his- he could tell because of the clear packaging tape neatly sealing the plain brown cardboard clearly labelled “Kitchen”.
Her boxes were from appliances, shoes, gifts, and various projects she had gotten herself into- boxes she had accumulated over the years and had never thrown out or recycled and were haphazardly taped with the ridiculous craft duck-tape she loved to collect- duck-tape of all the colors of the rainbow, colorful designs, smiley faces, flowers. He recalled fondly how, when they first loading boxes, he had looked at hers and held his head in his hands…“Um, Love, you- you didn’t label them?” Her eyes lit up as she proceeded to show him that the boxes with the yellow smiley face tape were “kitchen stuff”, the ones with the plain blue tape were “boring books”, the ones with the flamingos were “good books”, and the ones with the daisies…
Here her face scrunched up with concentration as she pointed to them “er…those are…um, miscellaneous?”
And he wanted to be annoyed, he wanted to give her the lecture on the importance and benefits of organization he had gave to nearly everyone he knew (the one she often exaggeratedly mimed from behind his back whenever he started) but all he could do was burst out in laughter as he saw her mildly horrified expression, and kissed her on the forehead.
She was a mess, but he was in love, and as he sipped his coffee that she had so lovingly set out for him, he looked at her, sporadically flipping through the book, closing it and opening it to a random poem, dog-earing the ones she liked. She was the antithesis to his previously rigid, neat, organized life and instead of messing him up, the sight of her made him feel ready to take on the world everyday, and as he watched her proceed to write in the margins of a page, it struck him how strange, how random, how hilarious and absolutely beautiful love was.
—  Duck-tape, an excerpt from a book I’ll (probably) never write #4

hey. hey. psst. pssssssst

you can’t demand this company drag ffvii into modern day and preserve the dated elements that won’t transfer well into the current climate. it makes every bit of sense for them to shake up the gameplay and they’d be heavily criticized if they didn’t. how are all these self-proclaimed game design experts coming out of the woodworks when we know the most you’ve designed in a game is a shitty level in super mario maker??

square isn’t obligated to cater to nostalgia-goggled fans, and they don’t owe you a goddamned thing, so it’s really fuckin’ weird to be so entitled about it as if they broke some sort of unfulfilled promise to neatly package your latent childhood for consumption. if you want to play a game that perfectly preserves the magic of FFVII, then it’s sitting on your shelf. pop that sucker in and have a grand ol’ time

so