pjo history → an issue of the olympian daily during wwii
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since my post on pjo history received such a response, which i can’t thank you all enough for, i wanted to create a lil snippet from “the olympian daily,” the go-to newspaper for all the best updates; they publish new issues faster than hermes can run!
“i love your stories. i have become addicted and i was wondering if you could write a batmom story of were selina kyle doesn’t know bruce is married and she comes to the manor in a very sexy outfit and batmom and the boys walk in on that and it very awkard. thanks :)” requested by @cheesecake-chic
Well, first, thank you, and then : here it is. I know a lot of you tell me I shouldn’t think my writing is shit, but with this one, I’m really…unsure. Meh, it’s all over the place. Anyway. Hope you’ll still like it :
Today, Bruce woke up with the feeling that something bad was going to happen. Usually, his guts were always right and he spent the entire morning on edge…
But as the hours went by, and he saw that everyone was safe, he relaxed a bit. When your lips kissed his cheek lovingly as you came down in the kitchen for breakfast, he let go a little bit. When his sons didn’t even fight once, he let go a little bit. When Alfred made the best pancakes ever, he let go a little bit. When his hands wrapped around your waist to bring you closer, and his lips kissed your neck, while his sons made loud “ewwww” noises, he let go even more…And by noon, he was his normal self again. Still slightly worried about everything, a bit broody and all (though your presence made him smile like an idiot), but not waiting for a catastrophe anymore.
And oh how wrong he was to let his guard down.
It was 10 pm when all Hell broke loose (ok, he was over-exagerating).
It was 10 pm when Selina Kyle knocked on the Manor door, wearing a dress that was revealing a lot of skin.
It was 10 pm when Selina Kyle invited herself in the Wayne family house, and after a sexy “Long time no see Bat” and her sultriest look, kissed Bruce without any warning as he was coming to the entrance hall to see who rung the door, curious of who came to visit at such an hour.
It was 10 pm when you came in as well, with all of your kids, wondering too who was ringing so late in the evening.
Reflexively, as you all witnessed your Bruce pushing Catwoman away (oh the bitch stuck her tongue in his mouth !), your two oldest sons, Dick and Jason, held your shoulders…Just in case you decided to jump on Selina you know, and like, kill her or something. It was notoriously known that when you were jealous, you were dangerous. Granted, you weren’t often jealous, as Bruce only had eyes for you, and mostly ignored women who were hitting on him unsubtly (though none of them would ever dare doing it in front of you, and if they did, your natural sarcasm and wits would humiliate them right on the spot).
Bruce’s eyes were going between you and Selina, and the worry he felt earlier in the day came surging back. He knew how well you and Selina fought, if you decided to attack, it would be a disaster…
But it didn’t seem like you were reacting. At all. Your sons were holding you by your shoulders, waiting to use all their strength to hold you if need be. Damian and Tim’s stance also showed they were ready to intervene.
But you weren’t really reacting. You were just looking at Selina blankly, as if the things you just saw were trying to register themselves in your head.
Ed is a simple, very easy going, grounded guy. And Ed is an incredibly talented song writer, musician and performer, way more out of the ordinary than we’re used to. Ed is also ambitious, self confident and aware of his possibilities, determined to be as successful as his talent allows him to be.
Excuse me, I’ll be here counting to 5.297 while I look for reasons why any of this should be considered a problem.
Ok, ok, I see what’s happening here!
You’re face to face with a legend, and it’s strange!
You don’t even know what to do!
Your screaming and crying!
Well, it’s ok to shed a tear or two!
Wipe off your eyes, lift up your chin!
Yes, it’s really me, ALL MIGHT breathe it in!
I know it’s a lot: for your eyes to feast!
When you’re staring at the symbol of peace!
What can I say except Its all right now,
For the times I took to the sky!
Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay,
Its all right now!
I’m just an ordinary hero-guy!
Who has two fists that all bad guys dread,
When your sleeping in your bed,
I’ve never fled!
Though I’ve gotten old
I’ve never taken off for a cold,
I’m in peak condition my bro!
Oh, also I fought All for One
It’s all right now!
He cut out my stomach but I didn’t run!
Also the disaster victims I seize
It’s all right now!
As well as preventing many crime sprees!
So what can I say except Its all right now
Because I’m here! To save the day
There’s no need to pray, it’s okay
It’s all right now!
Ha, I guess I’m just doing as Nana would say!
It’s all right now!
It’s all right now!
Alright now to think of it,
Kid, honestly I can go on and on,
I can’t count how many newspapers my face is on!
People who make, the innocent frown
All run for cover when All Mights in town!
A boy who was sinking
About to drown and die
I scooped him out merely hurting my eye!
Smiles in a crescent,
The man of this Anime,
All Might will always be here to save the day!
If you act heroic on a whim,
Then your journeys about to begin!
Look at me kid,
At what I’m about to do,
Young man, you can become a hero too!
Well, anyway let me say It’s all right now,
For it will be your finest hour!
Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay
It’s all right now!
I deem you worthy to inherit my power
Hey, it’s your day to say It’s all right now
Cause under my wing you will fly!
I’m gliding away, away
It’s all right now!
With One for All you just might get by,
It’s all right now!
It’s all right now!
Because I’m here!
i need to to this publicly now, because i will need to sooner or later and i rather do it now when i am still so numb and i can’t feel shits.
so I left my husband. I just packed up my things and leave
We were so fucking in love. We were always the “perfect couple”. We meet, love, and get married within 7 days. We were the talk of the town for our perfect love. We were so so so so fucking happy. He made me believe everything was right, that I truly do deserve love. I wrote a book about our love that saves me. I am no longer alone. I love our little family with our five cats. It was us against the world, nothing have ever gone wrong. Everyone around, the media, so many newspaper interview, praising , admiring us so much, aspired to be us.
A year later, today, exactly on our one year wedding anniversary, I found out he is spending it with another girl in his arm.
I am not even fucking sad or fucking mad, while i know i should be. I am just empty. I just don’t know how to fucking feel. He changed me forever with our love, our one true love, and now i am nothing again. I sold my house, moved to another city, said good bye to my friends, given everything up because he was my everything and i have never regretted once. Little did I know, he was talking to someone else, he was telling her he wants her to stay at our home, replacing me, she said she would love to have our cats. He said she is so pretty with short hair, he likes her so much.
I couldn’t believe it. This must be wrong, This messages may be it was someone else used his phone. This is US. We are fucking in love. right??? right??? My one true love, my destiny.
Peeps, true love does exists, just make sure that he loves you back. He might just be a fucking good actor.
So i am now wandering on the street again. Homeless. I have given up everything for him, and he has given me up. I have nothing.
I posted this , but please don’t harass my husband. I just want to let you know once and for all. Please don’t talk about us, us doesn’t exist anymore. I don’t exist anymore
So I became gray for the first time….. No but actually a really good fun day with @doodlana and @autoabsconder at London film and comic con! Horns, gloves, makeup and wig are courtesy of Ana 😘 but I had such a good time, got lovely art and felt awesome as Calliope! Thank you guys! Even if we were practically the only homestucks there 😅
Request: Hello, dear Author. Can You do the following request. Hope it will interest You. Reader is a famous singer, whose voice gets is a voice of a angel, but she hides her face behind a mask. Newt running after niffler is in concert hall and heard her. He sees her singing and fell in love with voice. But she had an abusive boyfriend, who is heating her… and here can be any variation of action…
The silver lights cast the room in a sultry glow that drapes over the red plush seats and diamond-and-pearl covered guests like a silken shawl. Their conversations, soft under the intimidation of the glow, drift languidly toward the high ceiling of the theater and mingle together as they wander through the room.
A soft jazz tune weaves through the crowd, no more than a lazy cat no one pays much attention to as it sneaks over their heels and between the legs of their black slacks. The song wafts from the open orchestra pit, a moat between the seats and the massive wooden stage that juts out, looming in front of the crowd, a stage with such a history of grandeur that few agree to step onto it.
Some women shift in their seats in an attempt to peer around the velvet curtains that guard the back of the stage, separating audience and artist for now. They murmur to one another, wondering if the brave artist is back there, hidden in the folds of the shadows, listening to the conversations swirling around. Their chairs squeak as they move, trying to earn the first glimpse of the acclaimed performer with the voice of a cherubim.
They never see her, though, never notice you as you lean against the cool stone wall and try to understand the bits of muffled conversation that amble past you. Your eyes are shut, arms wrapped around your stomach, while you take slow breaths in through your nose, let them out through your mouth. The terror you’d known your first time on stage still haunts you, a ghost you can never rid yourself of no matter the amount of glowing reviews in newspapers or number of sold out concert halls. Terror is a constant in your life, one of the only constants you’ve known for the past four years.
Two hands wrap around your waist, covering your own hands, a wave of thick cologne that ruins your slow breathing and causes you to cough accompanying them.
Theo’s hot breath, smelling of cigarettes and whiskey, scrapes across the side of your face. “You know you’re not supposed to hang out side stage before the show, darling.”
“I needed a break.” You murmur as his stubble scratches your cheek and his chin digs into your shoulder.
“Your wardrobe team tore backstage apart looking for you. They want to get you ready.” He tugs you against his chest.
“They have plenty of time.”
“They need to start soon or you won’t look radiant tonight.”
The insult doesn’t upset you, not anymore. “What does it matter how I look if they’re here for my voice?”
His fingertips dig lightly into your stomach. “No one wants to listen to an ugly person sing. You need to shine, darling. We’ve been over this.”
The bile in your stomach simmers and you feel sick, but you nod at his words. “I’ll meet with wardrobe soon.”
He presses a rough kiss against your exposed neck. “Don’t be long. They need to get to work or we’re paying them for nothing.”
“I know, love.” You whisper as his arms unwrap from around you with one final squeeze.
A/N: So sorry for the lack of activity guys, just have no ideas. Enjoy and i’m literally begging you can you please give feedback? XOXOXOXO
on Little Mix’s Secret Love Song.
waist was soon touched by Newt’s hand. She smiled, as he pulled her close to
her and continued walking down the street. He placed a big kiss to her head as
they kept moving forward.
that was not real life. Newt never held your hand in the streets, never kissed
you in restaurants and never said “I love you” if others were present
book Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them had blown up the markets and his
newly acquired agents wanted to keep it like that. They thought that his attire
and look of “single cute beast-lover” definitely increased sales. And so, this
was why your relationship was
secret. Behind closed doors. Only Queenie, Tina and Jacob knew of your love.
didn’t help that you were also an author, a quite successful one. Your (book
genre) books had sold thousands of copies, and your agents have also agreed
that your image of “single accomplished writer” was to be kept.
you were growing sick of it. You wanted people to know. People to know how you
were each other’s, how you found each other, how you brought each other
happiness. You were tired of it. Tired of touching pinkies under the table. Tired
of stolen glances from across the room. Tired of feigning feelings for him in
front of other people. Tired of smiling for photographers that asked for
pictures of “Newt Scamander’s friend.”
was a book convention going on Diagon Alley, in Flourish and Blotts and you and
Newt were both invited there to sign copies.
were in fact making a big deal out of this, the Ministry promoting the event
for weeks beforehand.
Queenie came in your room, catching you staring at your palms, sitting on your
bed all glammed up.
you thinking about Newt?”
happen. You won’t remain secret forever. Trust me.”
a Legilimens, but any chance you also got some Seer blood in you?” You asked
Queenie, who chuckled.
took a seat beside you and wrapped her arm around your shoulder.
thinking about it. Everything’ll fall in place. C’mon have a bit of fun today,
You cheered up. Today was all about your amazing career.
and dare I say I spot Y/N Y/L/N at the entrance?” Melissa Skeeter, the main editor
of many newspapers and magazines said.
up to the bookstore, arm in arm with Tina and Queenie following close beside
whole day was a whole lot of fun. You signed books, took pictures with readers.
You haven’t spent a day without thinking about Newt in so long.
watched her throughout the whole day. How she would smile genuinely at each
person. How she would hug each reader, making them feel at home right away. How
she would blush each time complimented. How she would laugh at stupid
how he wanted to call her his. How he longed to proudly call her his
girlfriend. How he wished to take her on romantic dates in the city. How he
prayed to wrap his arm around her waist at events.
he spotted Skeeter asking her a question. Knowing her reputation, he listened
Y/N, you are close friends with Newt Scamander right?”
er more than friendly feelings present between you two?” Skeeter grinned.
watched Y/N swallow hard and force a smile. She took a long sip from her water
relationship is purely platonic.” She said robotically.
people in line frowned, and some even exclaimed: “They’d make such a nice
stared at his palms. Then at her. Then at his agent. Then at the photographers.
stood up and walked very carefully to her booth. He approached her. People around
stared weirdly, and people called out his name but he had eyes only for her.
can I speak to you?” He asked.
looked perplexed and stood up.
she did, he took her hand and pulled her into him. He leaned down and kissed
Y/N smile as she started to kiss him back.
@deathistardy You see how I Googled the definition “Terrorist” for you because people like you forget the meaning of it when it comes down to situations like this. The white man - yes he was white regardless of being a Christian or not, many newspapers have already said it, many witnesses who were actually there at the scene have already described him as a white man and we all know why the news channels and the police are hesitant to identify him - because he is white. He used unlawful violence and intimidation against civilians while shouting “I want to kill Muslims”. Now the last time I checked (see “Terrorist” definition screenshot above) that is what you call a terrorist, that is an act of terrorism. So don’t go throwing words like “bigotry” around when you can’t accept the fact that it was a white man instead of an extremist from an “Islamic” terrorist group this time round.
Traditional uses: Roots and bark astringent, used for diarrhea and dermatological needs. Analgesic, chewed for headache, decoction rubbed on skin to relieve aches and pains. Root decoction is a febrifuge. Flowers taken for stomach complaints and colic. Infusion of inner bark used for a “lost voice” and sore throats. Root bark is a stimulant and tonic.
Protection from mad dogs – “Some woodcutters who live on Sugar Creek, in Benton county, Arkansas, believe that a mad dog never bites a man who carries a piece of dogwood in his pocket, according to an old gentleman I met in Bentonville.” ~Randolph OMF 142
“Mad dogs aren’t supposed to bite a person if they have a small piece of dogwood in their pocket.” ~Parler FBA XII 9954
Legend about flower shape – “Several tales about the dogwood tree are linked up with religious legends. One story, said to be very old although I never heard it until about 1935, is that the cross on which Jesus died was made of dogwood, and that He cursed the tree and doomed it to be stunted and twisted, unfit for any kind of lumber. In the center of the dogwood flower is something said to resemble a crown of thorns, while a brown mark like the stain of a rusty nail shows at the tip of each white sepal. A fanciful and romanticized version of this legend was written up by C. E. Barnes of Sulphur Springs, Arkansas, in the 1930’s and was published by many Arkansas newspapers.” ~Randolph OMF 262
Burdock, Witch Hazel, and Dogwood as a spring tonic – “Mix burdock roots, witch hazel bark, dogwood bark and take 1 teaspoonful before breakfast in the spring. This is called a spring tonic.” ~Parler FBA II 1369
Sarsaparilla, Wahoo, and Dogwood as a spring tonic – “Get equal parts of Sarsaparilla root, Wahoo root and Dogwood bark. Boil for ½ hour, strain liquid, add enough whiskey to preserve liquid, add 1 cup rock candy to the mixture, give 2 tablespoon full each morning before breakfast each morning.” ~Parler FBA II 1371
Knotting ritual for chills – “Tie a string in knots – the same number of knots as the number of chills you have had. Tie the string around a dogwood tree and the chills will go away.” ~Parler FBA II 1731
Dogwood and wild cherry for chills – “Peel inner bark of dogwood and wild cherry trees and pour whiskey over it and let set for three or four days. Take one spoonful four times a day.” ~Parler FBA II 1749
Wild cherry, dogwood, sarsaparilla, yellow dock, and goldenseal for colds – “To prevent chills and fevers or as a general health tonic, prepare and take the following: Wild cherry bark, dogwood bark, sarsaparilla root (yellow), yellow dock roots, and golden seal – all growing in our Arkansas woods, clean and boil. Boil down to a strong tea. Put in enough good alcohol to preserve it – a pint to a ½ gal. of strong tea. Sweeten with rock candy. A little sassefrass bark may be added, too.” ~Parler FBA II 1766
Twigs for colds – “Three cups of hot dogwood tea made from tender twigs of dogwood is a cure for colds.” ~Parler FBA II 1835
Root tonic for colds – “Boil the roots of dogwood when it is in bloom. This tonic is used to cure colds, fever, and [bowel] trouble.” ~Parler FBA II 1836
Bark for colic – “Dogwood bark cures the colic.” ~Parler FBA II 1867
Root for fevers – “A decoction of the…roots of flowering dogwood is a good substitute for quinine as a tonic and cold cure, bowel cure, and fever driver.” ~Parler FBA II 2214
Bark tea for malaria – “To cure malaria, make a tea of dogwood bark and drink it while the tea is still very hot.” ~Parler FBA III 2669
Pine, rattlesnake root, dogwood root, wild cherry root, and sarsaparilla root for rheumatism – “Spruce Pine, yellow pine branches, rattle snake root, dogwood root, wild cherry root and sarsaparilla root, one handful of each. Put in 1 gallon of water, boil down to 1 pint. Take one tablespoonful before each meal.” ~Parler FBA III 2979
Knotting ritual for rheumatism – “A person who has rheumatism should find a piece of string and start walking through the woods until he finds a dogwood tree. Then tie the string in as many knots as he can around that tree and walk away and never look back. He will never have rheumatism again.” ~Parler FBA III 3033
Moerman, Daniel E. Native American Ethnobotany (NAE)
Parler, Mary Celestia Folk Beliefs from Arkansas (FBA)
Any tips for how to integrate your tl in ur daily life? Besides changing ur phone to that language and listening to music
Hi! Yes, here’s some of the stuff I do on a regular basis:
- Watch / read / listen to the news in your target language: For most languages, you can find lots of news articles, podcasts and videos on the internet. Many newspapers have online versions you can read for free, and some provide simple texts for kids or learners of the language. Also look for news apps on Google Play or the App Store (most of these have widgets, which means that you’ll read a few lines in your target language whenever you unlock your phone). You will also learn words and phrases for talking about politics, society, economics, sports and so on!
- Keep your calendar / notebook / diary / journal in your target language: This will teach you to talk about your daily activities and maybe even your personal goals and plans, opinions and feelings. It will feel weird at the beginning and you might get frustrated because you don’t know all the words, but you’ll get used to it eventually. If you don’t want to worry about making mistakes, use cheap paper and make a mess - that’s better than not writing in the language at all. Keep in mind that all those notes are just for you anyway and nobody else needs to see them!
- Do research in your target language: We all google random stuff every now and then; just do that in your target language. Moreover, you can do research on topics you’re interested in and stuff you care about. If you’re looking for tutorials, recipes or other how-to’s, also try a search in a different language! Remember to write down useful words and phrases.
- Follow (famous) native speakers on social media: The more native speakers you follow, the more posts, tweets etc. in your target language will regularly show up on the social media sites you use every day. Politicians and celebrities are usually very easy to find, but you can also discover new bloggers or artists.
- When waiting, learn some new words: Use apps like Anki, Memrise or Duolingo or bring paper flashcards to study on the go. You don’t have to spend every free second on language learning, but if you miss the bus or one of your friends is late you’ll be glad that you didn’t waste any time waiting!
This is all I could think of for now… If anyone else has additional tips and ideas, feel free to add them.
On March 19th, 1908, Wisconsin newspaper The La Crosse Tribune ran a very short article with the headline “Beast Causes Terror”. With only a few lines, the story told of how a wild beast (described as a panther) was terrorizing the residents of Eau Claire, attacking and eating their livestock, and stalking the child of a local farmer. The article never mentioned if any of the locals had banded together to hunt the beast or if any notable evidence had ever been collected. It appeared to be nothing more than a short article set between many other articles in a newspaper that many people outside the area would never see. But what the newspaper failed to follow up on was that the beast continued to be seen long after the article was posted. In fact, the Beast of Eau Claire would go on to be spotted numerous times well over the course of a hundred years.
While sightings of the Beast never made the paper again, they continued with regularity. The residents of Eau Claire knew that something potentially dangerous was stalking around just outside their homes, but there wasn’t really anything they could do about it. The creature became legendary around the area but wasn’t really known to anyone outside the city. It wasn’t until 93yrs later that people would again know the Beast of Eau Claire.
In 2001, a woman finishing her night shift job at the local hospital (Sacred Heart) was making her way back home along the dark highway 37 when she encountered something she had never seen before. As the woman made the routine drive, she caught sight of something large up ahead of her that appeared to be crouching low to the ground and off to the side. Unsure of what it was, the woman slowed down to get a better look. Originally thinking that it was possibly a very large dog, the woman got a shock when she realized she was staring into the eyes of (what could only be described as) a large black panther. The woman stated that when her car was in front of the Beast, it rose up on all four legs and she could clearly see that it was the size of a bear yet had the overall shape of a large feline. Fearful that the Beast could possibly attack her vehicle and cause her harm, the woman sped off towards home.
Nearly one year later in 2002, the Beast would be encountered again. Strangely enough though, the encounter would be almost identical to the one a year prior. During this second modern sighting, the Beast was seen by an evening news producer who was leaving work around 11pm. The woman had to take highway 37 home and she too would see the unknown animal off to the side of the road. The only difference with this encounter though is that this woman saw the Beast run away. The witness claimed that as she slowed down to view the large object, her headlights illuminated it and caused it to flee into the surrounding countryside. The woman described the creature as being the size of a bear, but that its body shape was more like that of a cat. The color was reported as being all black.
While there have been no recent sightings of the Beast of Eau Claire, that doesn’t mean the creature isn’t still out there. Large cat sightings continue to be reported throughout Wisconsin even though state wildlife officials claim there are no big cats within the state. Sightings of mountain lions as recently as 2016 have taken place in Milton, Clinton, Milwaukee, Spooner, Monona, Marshfield, Kenosha, and Janesville (my home city). In fact, there have been over 2,400+ reported large cat sightings in Wisconsin over the past 16yrs. Could one of these large cats be the legendary Beast? Honestly, yeah, it could have been. But like all ABC sightings, the only way to prove them is with irrefutable evidence. Someone needs to produce extremely clear photographs or video, unmistakeable foot casts, scat and hair samples, or better yet, a body.
Every parent dreads the day when they have an empty nest.
Bruce Wayne is no different.
Only Damian really lives at home now.
Or at least Bruce thinks he does? He hasn’t actually seen him for a week.
Alfred will sometimes find Bruce in the Cave, sifting through old newspaper articles of the many adventures he had had with his children. Or he’ll be sat in his study, WE work ignored on his laptop,while he rearranges the photographs on his desk for the umpteenth time.
All robins eventually learn how to fly, and so do children.
Unlike robins, children, however, always seem to know the way back home.
All of the Batkids just waltz through the Manor’s front door without knocking.
The first port of call, is to rifle through the mail for any letters that had been sent to the Manor (or in Jason’s case, the magazine he liked reading as a teen, that Bruce has never stopped the subscription for.)
The second stop is the kitchen. Always, the kitchen. A quick hello to Alfred before the fridge is raided and the random prodigal child is off in search of whatever had called them back home for.
Without fail, the final stop. Each child always pokes their heads around Bruce’s study and gives him a wave, a hug, a hello, before disappearing off.
Times like this, when his children actually remember that Wayne Manor exists?
Alfred will find Bruce stood at the top of the grand staircase listening.
Not just to the arguments, although there were a lot.
Oh no, he also listens to how the kids have just come home as if they had never left. Slotting back in. Filling the Manor with their favourite shows, activities and general chatter.
Bringing the manor back to life again.
All children grow up. All children will one day, fly the nest.
However, no matter what life throws at the Batkids, come hell or high water, even death itself. Each of them can walk through Wayne Manor’s doors and just for a moment, feel the weight of adulthood lift from their shoulders.
It may take longer for some of them, than the others, but in the end? Deep down, beneath all the bravado and angst? Each Batkid knows that they can always come home.
And that is why Bruce Wayne stands at the top of the staircase and …. smiles.
Well, until the novelty wears off and he goes from Batdad to Batman on 0.2 seconds after someone falls off the chandelier for the millionth time!