newspaper stands

Thing I think was supposed to be in the game but the writers forgot about it: Piper’s crisis of morals and personal arc as she realizes the double-edged sword called truth she wields.

Let’s look at some of the first things that happen when the player character reaches Diamond City. Piper & Mayor McDonough are in an argument where the Mayor makes some pretty hefty accusations towards Piper. The player is expected to take Piper’s side (or at least stay neutral) in this argument. What happens when they enter the city? Well, not right away, but on second time loading the market place, the player is treated to a cutscene of a man pulling a gun on his brother before being gunned down by security, all over accusations of the brother being a synth. The guard even states that it’s “damn paranoia” causing this. Suddenly, the Mayor’s anger looks justified. Has Piper incited witchhunts? Is she going too far? What’s another thing a player is almost immediately exposed to – Myrna, the shopkeeper, and her extreme paranoia that anyone who approaches her might be a synth, and therefore inherently dangerous. She implies that she turns away people she thinks are synths, discriminating and playing in to this fear that anyone “abnormal” is the enemy.

I was all ready for the Railroad to turn their nose up at Piper, blame her for synth witchhunts and lynchings. We know they happen, the player can encounter a group of travelers who have turned on one another when one confides to the others that he’s a synth. He pleads that he’s not with the Institute, but to the others there’s no difference between a synth and the enemy. This isn’t directly tied to Piper, but my point is that the Commonwealth has a hugely anti-synth culture, and Piper’s newspaper is almost certainly influencing that. It’s widely read enough that some have tried to set up Old World newspaper stands selling it outside of Diamond City.

I wanted Piper to have a personal quest. I want her to have a crisis of conviction, wonder if maybe it really is better to print a comforting lie, if the truth is too dangerous or complicated. And that’s where the player character can help steer her right, show her that it’s not the truth that’s dangerous but her own personal biases, the way she presents it, etc. She’s definitely guilty of rumormongering, a hypocrisy I’m sure she’s unaware of.

But instead, we get absolutely nothing. I love Piper, I love her so much, and I think she’s a good character. But I think good characters who have gone astray, or accidentally caused harm, are still good characters, and they get even better when they get to learn from their mistakes. Like I said, I feel like there was supposed to be something there. The scene in the marketplace is very memorable, and impossible to miss, but it doesn’t seem to lead into anything. It would’ve been a perfect leaping off point for Piper realizing the consequences of her personal crusade, and learning how to actually help the people around her, without lying, without compromising.

Not Over You pt. 1

Prompt: “I was getting over you, why did you have to come back?” or it’s been a year since you and Steve broke up. He’s moved on, you haven’t.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1,414

Warnings: angst

A/N: this is the first fic i’ve posted on tumblr. please leave comments! let me know if you want to be tagged in the coming parts. i’m actually really into this story and seeing where it’ll go.

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A Year. That’s all it had been. And your insides still ached when you heard his name, when you saw an article about him, or his face on the news. You supposed that was the problem with dating someone so high profile. The newspaper on the stand in the corner was an example of that. There he was, the front page. You silently cursed the writer. Why as it always the front page? You knew though. He was nothing short of front page material. Not with his strong jaw, his blue eyes, and his chiseled muscles…

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Sleeping Beauty

Sentence Starter: “She’s behind the sofa.”

Pairing: Rick x Negan

Type: Dabble

Warnings: None, Pure Fluff, Non-ZA, Grimes family 2.0

Rating: G

Notes: This is me procrastinating doing what I’m supposed to be doing, it’s also my first time writing regan/negick whatever their ship name is. PS. Judith is at an age where she can have a relatively comprehensive conversation. This is pretty short. Hope you like it!

Masterlist

Originally posted by heartfulloffandoms

It was 10.36am and Rick could not believe he had only just woken up, he would have thought the screaming of one of his kids or the neediness of his grown ass boyfriend would have awoken him from his slumber by now. Then he thinks shit, what if something’s happened? He jumps out of bed, straightening his boxes and scratching at his bare chest. He opens his bedroom door and peaks his head out into the hall, investigating the empty corridor. It’s quiet, too quiet in fact. He turns his head to look at Negan’s side table and sees his phone there, Negan wouldn’t ever leave without that darn thing so they’re obviously still here.

He waltzes out the door and tip toes down the staircase, listening for any signs of his family. Running his hands through his greying curls he enters the kitchen, seeing Negan siting at the table reading the newspaper. He stands at the entrance, looking around for any of his children.

“Well look who it fucking is, my sleeping beauty. C’mere.” Negan says, folding the newspaper and placing it on the table.

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Here’s a Headline

jack & davey, 1808 words

based on this post

(so i was looking for inspiration to write this and i heard it was issac’s { @miserysucculent } birthday??? so since this is his hc i thought hey why not. pls enjoy issac, happy birthday bud. also this turned out a hell of a lot longer than i meant it to be)


It was one of those summer days that made everything seem insignificant. It was hot, hot enough to make Davey flee the constraints of his room. Since he shared with Les, it felt too constricting to sit and listen to another story about cowboys and the wild west. Sarah was already starting her homework for next year, and kept spouting facts about the moon. Davey wrinkled his nose thinking about the pile of homework that sat on his desk, waiting to be started. Choosing to neglect his duties, Davey chose to take a walk down to the farmer’s market for his mother. It was just as stifling outside, but a thin breeze blew between all the people that crowded the sidewalk. He pushed his way through the crowd, realizing that this was not the greatest choice he could’ve made, relieved to see the big signs advertising fresh fruit and baked goods.

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Sunday Morning

Notes:  So this was the accumulation of a post I saw that was just like ‘imagine gladio in sweats and reading glasses’ (which is lost somewhere in the maze that is my likes and whatnot) and from writing these headcanons. The mental images oh the mental images just give me an IV of domestic fluff (particularly older Gladnis) and I will live for all eternity and I needed to finish something for Gladio’s birthday (even if it is now the 3rd over here shhhh).  In no way birthday related, just cute future fluff, and maybe one day, I will complete my original birthday smut plan and just un-birthday it, we shall see.

FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF *chants into the sunset*, Gladnis, Future AU where my precious babies are save and happy, 3281 words, (AO3)


Sunday morning was Gladio’s turn to make breakfast.  It was the same every week and he normally ended up doing the same thing; not actually making it and instead picking something up.  He had tried making things in the past but he was hardly as skilled as his partner was in the kitchen and it didn’t always go exactly as planned so he couldn’t be blamed for wanting to play it safe sometimes. Besides, it also gave him the chance to pick the paper up en route which was currently tucked underneath his arm as he juggled the items in his hands.  He finally gave up, putting the cardboard cut-out that held the takeaway coffee cups down on the floor allowing a now free hand to reach into the pocket of his light grey sweats while the other held the bag that contained breakfast.

Propping the apartment door open with a foot as he reacquired the caffeine, there was a lot of shimmying as he tried to get himself in the door without dropping or spilling anything, but needless to say he succeeded.  Stepping out of his shoes and wandering down the corridor towards the kitchen he was greeted by the white cat that rubbed up against a leg with a soft purr, clearly eager to see if her owner had returned with anything worth her while.  He hadn’t, not specifically at least but Gladio did have a habit of giving her some of what they had.  All she had to do was look at him with those big green eyes and he was lost.  Not dissimilar to the other person who lived in the apartment.

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A Date With Death

[WARNING: Instance of animal death, mild gore.]

Phillip Toomey could see a man just in the peripheral of his vision. This man was tall and wore a finely tailored suit, the kind you see wealthy businessmen wear because they’re the only ones that can afford such a luxury.

The man stood out in this part of the city where those with money didn’t dare to venture, especially at night; for fear that they might get robbed whether that be by pickpocketing or a mugging at gunpoint.

Knowing this, Phillip couldn’t help but think maybe he was FBI but that’d be ridiculous, the FBI knew how to blend in and then there was this man, so out in the open and not even trying to go unnoticed. Though it seemed as if no one was sparing even a moment’s glance at him and Phillip thought it strange.

With a shake of his head, Phillip grabbed a newspaper off the stand, threw a one onto the counter, and made his way to the nearby coffee shop to grab some breakfast and a latte as he always did before going about the rest of his day.

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[TRANS] BTS Japan Official Fanclub Magazine - Jin’s Biography

Liked gaming since kindergarten
The vigorous boyhood

1~2 years after being born in Anyang City, Gyeonggi Province, I moved to the neighboring Gwacheon City. My memories started from Gwacheon. I was awkward about taking photos until just before debuting, so I hardly have any childhood photo. It’s hard to find photos from back then. When you take photos, you have to stand still. I hated hearing “Wait, let’s take just one photo!” and having to stand still.

My favorite thing in kindergarten days was the popular dinosaur character game back then. We only had one game but my hyung hogged it all, so I really wanted to play it at that time. I don’t know if it’s the reason why I like games now too.

I was a vigorous child in elementary school. After school, I would go play with my friends and come back at dinner time, then do my homework and sleep. It was my routine. I had a lot of friends too. We would only play every day and not study at all (laughs). My favorite subject was Physical Education. It’s the exact opposite to now (laughs). I liked running, swimming, tennis and also golfing that my father taught me how to play. He likes snowboarding and skiing so he often takes me to the ski resort, and I started from that. Although my father frequently went on business trips, when he came home, he would play his favorite sports with me. He often took me abroad too. Japan, Europe, Australia,.. But I’m not very into travelling so it felt like I was half-forced (laughs).

I talk with my 2-year-older hyung every day. We play games together and talk about this and that, it seems like our relationship got even better than before.

Grew up to be a hesitant guy in front of the opposite sex due to going to all-boy middle & high school!?

I was too into gaming since 1st year of middle school so I didn’t go out to play (laughs). Me and my friends kept staying in the PC room to play games in summer break. 

My best friends are friends from middle school. The relationship between us four people is quite good, even after we went to study higher, we would go to the valley and play together in summer break and go snowboarding in winter break. Even now we still contact each other every day and contend for each other’s old men’s jokes (laughs)

In terms of music, I liked Lee Seunggi sunbaenim’s ‘Delete’, KCM sunbaenim’s ‘Black & White Photos’ and Turtles sunbaenim’s ‘Airplane’. I also listen to Buzz sunbaenim’s music often so I like rock ballad even until now.

Since I went to all-boy school for both middle and high school, I had absolutely no contact with girls for 6 years. Even after going to university, I still couldn’t look into girls’ eyes. I would drop my eyes low and “Hey, how’s it going?” (laughs). I met an easy-going friend in university so he mended that manner too. He hit me and said “I told you to look in the eyes and talk!”… But still, I fit in better with guys (laughs).

The path to become a singer through scouting
Currently taking music composing with seriousness!

In 1st year of high school, my dream was to become a newspapers reporter to stand by the second-class citizens’ side. I used to read newspapers articles every day. The dream of becoming an actor was born in my 2nd year, after watching Kim Namgil-ssi in the drama ‘Queen Seondeok’. I was touched and thought that, I wanted to make people cry with my acting too. So I entered the Film Major in university .

3 months after entering, I was scouted and became a trainee. The rapper line was in the company already, and Jungkook joined 2 days after me. I came into the practice room and saw a kid with eyes like Bambi standing, I asked ‘…Who is this?’ and he stood up and said ‘Oh! My name is Jeon Jungkook!’. Even when I told him ‘Sit down,’ he said ‘Oh no! I’m okay!’ (laughs). The one with deepest first impression would be Namjoon who was practicing dancing. It was my first time seeing someone practicing dancing since I was born, so I thought ‘Wow, he’s a trainee. Cool.’

As I trained, I went to eat with other trainees as well and enjoyed my trainee life. I liked dancing back then. But after debuting, I heard people saying ‘He can’t dance’ so I lost my confidence… Despite that, thanks to ARMYs who always tell me ‘It’s cute’, ‘You did a great job’, I regained my confidence and now, it seems like I can dance.

My life right now is great, and I’m satisfied with being in BTS. My interest in music started after I met the members. Back in debut days, I couldn’t even think I can write songs. Thanks to the influence from our members, I’m now continuing to write songs. Even though they aren’t at the level of being put into albums yet, I got good responses and am working hard right now.

If someday the chance comes, I want to try acting. V is doing that now so I’m happy with it. Compared to acting,  I want to improve my skills in singing and performing more. It’s physically draining but I feel the joy in it.

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i-am-the-luckiest  asked:

96 from the ways to say I love you prompt list (for FenHawke, of course)

#96 “I brought you an umbrella.” I hope you like :)


It’s all white noise, static, the blur of rain falling pavement, drops hitting the metal of the overhang. She sits on the cold concrete of the windowsill, shoulders bent and back hunched, legs crossed. Her phone sits safely in her hands, her foot bounces in air. The clouds had swept in quickly, grey and darkness, carrying the downpour with them. It had stopped her in the middle of her walk home, forced her to seek shelter. I think the bus should be here soon. She taps the words quickly, pushes send. The message glows upon the screen, along with all the countless others they’ve sent each other. Sorry I’m late.

It’s fine. She smiles at his reply. Her messages to him were always long and rambling, one after the other, filled with whatever thought came to mind. Stupid jokes she had heard, worse ones she had thought of herself. Making up backstories for the strangers that came to the store, details of the lives she imagined for them. Questions she expects no answers for, given only to make him smile. His replies are much shorter, farther in between. Sometimes she only gets a single emoji in return. She loves them all. She knows how much he hates texting. The others were lucky to get a response. He always replies to her.

So much for a nice walk home. The world doesn’t want me to be outside today.

(◕ʖ̯◕) Sorry. Hawke snorts laughter, hides the smile with her other hand. They’ve been texting since she got off work, a constant stream of back and forth. She had told him about the sudden rain, the run to shelter, the heavenly smell of the restaurant nearby. The four leaf clover stuck in the crack of the sidewalk before her, the cracked glass of the newspaper stand and the fading numbers of the bus stop sign. All the little details of her boredom, presented to him in grand detail.

There aren’t many people out and about, choosing to hide indoors instead of braving the rain. So when she hears the sound of rain hitting cloth, the shadow of an umbrella so near to her, she can’t help but look up and away from her phone. The smile bursts out of her as she stands, slipping her phone into her pocket. With all the things she had told him, of course he would know where to find her.

“Hello you,” she says “couldn’t wait for me, hmm? Did you miss me that much?” She slips her hand into his, tilting her head upwards to look at him, that smile still on her face. She watches as Fenris looks away from her, shy and not meeting her gaze, the tips of his ears red.

“You wanted to walk and I – I brought you an umbrella,” he says, holding it out to her, folded neatly. She looks at it for a moment, then shakes her head. She moves to his side, entwines her arm with his. She leans her head against his shoulder. She doesn’t notice Fenris subtly tilt the umbrella so that it covers more of her than him. She does notice the small kiss against the crown of her head.

“Would you like to go to dinner with me?”

“Why sir, are you asking me out on a date?” Hawke asks with mock surprise, pressing a hand against her chest. He chuckles, gifting her with the smile she loves so much.

“If the lady would do me the honor,” he tells her. Hawke’s grin only grows wider.  

I’m laughing because well knowed newspapers and news networks used the terms “bloggers”, “activists”, “social justice warriors” more often to de-legitimate them, meanwhile they informed me about:

  • Ferguson 
  • Syrian Refugees
  • chinese activists disappereance
  • Orlando
  • Aleppo
  • Ni una Menos
  • Poland women’s right march
  • Flint
  • Philippines’ president Duterte
  • Standing Rock protest
  • and Boko Haram nigerian massacre

faster and better (and sometimes were the only ones), and with more accurancy and proofs that said newspapers and news networks did. 

So how about, instead, @well knowed newspapers and news networks, you examine yourself, your ethic, your morals, the present and your work, and start doing what should be YOUR  FRICKING JOB?!? 

Magnetic Chapter 7: Hunting Together

Dean Winchester

1200 Words

Chapter Summary: After a drive that went surprisingly well, you and Dean get ready to start up the hunt. 

Story Summary:  After your Dad was killed, you were shocked to learn all about his hidden life. Deciding to follow in his footsteps, you turn to a life of hunting, surprised at how well you adapted. Then comes along Sam and Dean Winchester, turning your life upside down. You and Dean don’t get along at first, but then things soon start to change.

Catch Up Here: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

Author’s Notes: As always, thank you so much for checking out my story!! I’m always interested in hearing comments and suggestions.

The rest of the road trip went by smoothly, with only a couple of colorful comments exchanged between you and Dean. Even you were surprised at how smoothly it went. How you and Dean ended up singing along to most of the songs on his cassette’s, and how surprised Sam seemed to be when the two of you hadn’t killed each other by the time you were pulling in to the small town in Colorado.

When you weren’t singing along with Dean, you enjoyed the scenery outside your window. Only driving through the state a handful of times, you had always thought it could be a place to settle down in. This town was located high in the mountains,  big pine trees crowding the side of the road, blocking your view of anything else. Aspen trees interspersed with the pine trees were beginning to turn a brilliant shade of yellow, with the oak brush below  turning a vibrant shade of red. Feeling the air grow cooler outside, you were grateful you had packed your heavier wear. Old, one story clapboard houses lined the streets, and if you blinked you would have missed main street, with his handful of small, colorful buildings. “This is a college town?” You asked, amazed that this small and quaint town could support college life.

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The newsies are in a rush of celebration all around you, but most of your attention is centered on the young man walking towards you and Crutchie. When Jack reaches you, he scratches the back of his neck nervously. “With the Strike over … I should probably be hittin’ the road.” Your face falls.

“I don’t get it.” You jump at Davey’s voice behind you. You hadn’t even realized he was there. “What’s Santa Fe got that New York ain’t?” You smile at his choice of words. The smart ass might need to take a break from the newsies for a bit after this, just to regain his good language.

An idea hits you. “Or-better yet-what’s New York got that Santa Fe ain’t?”

“New York’s got us,” Crutchie adds, stepping forward close to Jack, who is looking at you. “And we’re family.”

“And,” you start, stepping up to Jack and placing your hand on his shoulder, “now, you have me. Stay or leave, I’m with you.”

Your best friend of three years frowns down at you. “For sure?”

You smile. “For sure.”

Putting it gently, your relationship is less than conventional. A newsboy and the daughter of an aristocrat-the richest architect in the city. But neither of you care, and you don’t care what your family or your old friends think. With this man in front of you, and the newsies all around you, you know this is where you belong.

Jack reaches up and takes your hand off of his arm, holding it in his. “It don’t take much to be a dreamer, all you do is close your eyes. But,” he takes your other hand, “some made up world is all you ever see.” He breathes out a laugh and looks around the both of you-at Crutchie, and Davey, and the celebrating newsies. At his family.

“Now, my eyes are finally open,” he continues, “and my dreams, they’s average-sized.” He releases your left hand to pull you against him with his right, so you’re practically nose to nose. “But they don’t much matta if you ain’t with me.”

His lips come down on yours hard and passionate, and you feel your cheeks flame up as you place your hands on his shoulders. While you know this is where you belong, you were still raised a certain way, and you can’t help but blush to be kissing in front of so many people. But the feel of Jack’s strong hand’s holding you against him and his lips moving across yours is enough for you to forget all formalities.

One of Jack’s hands leaves your waist when the boys start jeering and making fun even louder, and you guess he’s probably waving at him, the cheeky idiot. He pulls completely away from you to yell a loud: “Alright, alright beat it!”

The boys scurry away, still laughing as Jack turns to you. You laugh nervously, cheeks still aflame. He kisses you softly once more before pulling away completely and smirking down at you. “Duty calls.”

And then he’s off running after the boys toward the newspaper stand. Davey smiles at you on his way past, and Crutchie gives you a tight hug and a “thanks.”

Yeah. This is where you want to be.

Old and brittle photograph of a London newsagent’s shop on the platform of the Bostwick Court tube station (Picadilly Line). On the front of the shop a bold headline reads: “B. Gruenwald Eaten By Circus Clowns - World Mourns.”

In a statement to the press refuting the claim, Baby Gruenwald said, “To paraphrase Mark Twain, rumors of my getting eaten by clowns are total crap.”