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My fellow Americans, it has been the honor of my life to serve you. I won’t stop; in fact, I will be right there with you, as a citizen, for all my days that remain. For now, whether you’re young or young at heart, I do have one final ask of you as your President - the same thing I asked when you took a chance on me eight years ago.

I am asking you to believe. Not in my ability to bring about change - but in yours. I am asking you to hold fast to that faith written into our founding documents; that idea whispered by slaves and abolitionists; that spirit sung by immigrants and homesteaders and those who marched for justice; that creed reaffirmed by those who planted flags from foreign battlefields to the surface of the moon; a creed at the core of every American whose story is not yet written: Yes We Can. Yes We Did. Yes We Can.

THANK YOU, PRESIDENT BARACK OBAMA FOR EIGHT AMAZING YEARS [2008-2016]

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Oh, HAY, it me, nearly 40 vs me at 14 or so. I’m Cuban-American and neuroatypical. Didn’t start transition til I was 33, and wow was being closeted rough.

So. It’s Transgender Day of Visibility and a lot of folks are going to be sharing their transition pics. Please, please, please resist the urge to tell them they were attractive before.

Speaking from experience: for transmasculine folks, “but you’re such a pretty girl” is constantly trotted out to discourage us from transitioning. As if our only value is in how attractive we look. (And as if there isn’t a shit-ton of misogyny behind valuing women and perceived women only for their looks and treating their appearance as an issue of public consumption rather than personal expression/fulfillment.)

I found only trauma in being told how pretty my girl costume was, because pretending to be cis only brought me pain. Every fight over clothes, makeup, hair, etc. was a night I cried myself to sleep. And I cried a LOT in those days, even if people didn’t see it.

We trans folk have an uncomfortable relationship with being told we’re attractive by cis people. Because “attractive” is almost always code for “cis-passing”. Because, for trans women, their attractiveness is overwhelmingly tied to being objectified as a sexual fetish. Because, for non-binary and non-transitioning people, they still aren’t being told they are valuable and loved.

Here’s the thing, cis friends: transition photos really aren’t for *you*. We share the documentation of our transition as a way to give ourselves and other trans people hope. “Passing” is overwhelmingly an issue of safety, and any joy at putting some of our dysphoric demons to rest is clouded by all these messages that we’re finally “acceptable” to a cis audience.

Transition photos are photos of SURVIVAL. Transition photos document RECOVERY FROM TRAUMA. Just… just think about that.

By all means, tell trans people they are attractive (we do need to hear it from time to time, same as everyone else), but go beyond the obsession with what we used to look like. If you want to know more about transition, Google it, the same way we all had to. Engage with trans folks on their other strengths and talents. That will go much further to signify your allyship.

As a studyblr, I procrastinate. I have weak subjects, and I get stressed easily. I lie to myself, “Yeah, this won’t be tested.” I quit my notes halfway because my motivation runs out, and when it returns, my forgetfulness and lack of organisation means that I don’t remember them. I scroll through my dash and think, “Wow. I’m so much less dedicated, hardworking, passionate than these people. I’m so much less than these people.”

I receive messages in my inbox that say, “Wow. You’re so inspiring.” And I can never fathom how someone could actually believe that. 

And then I do. Because the words we type, documenting our day, and the photos we post, perfectly arranged - they show an impossible, unreal version of ourselves. The best angle of ourselves - neat handwriting, brilliant modesty, impeccable focus, and enviable responsibility.

Just like how you shouldn’t unfairly compare yourselves to magazine covers, because they aren’t real, you shouldn’t compare your educational journeys to those of other studyblrs, because they aren’t a full and unbiased representation of how other people actually study (unglamorously).

For several years, the Tumblr help docs have mirrored the Tumblr experience: clean and simple. And that was fine. But as we’ve added features and choices and compatibility and complexity, the whole Tumblr experience has gotten richer and it feels like our documentation should reflect that too.

Introducing the new Tumblr help center. At tumblr.com/help, you’ll find

  • Better, more thorough search results
  • An improved, much-more-Tumblry look and feel
  • An announcements section at the top of the page for recent changes and news
  • All the same helpful content you know and love

Thanks for using the site and for giving us something to write help center articles about, Tumblr. 💗

Got started on a long awaited campaign for World of Darkness today. The Child character I built for fun/tropes is turning out to be extremely useful. Basically the only thing he started out with before the campaign was talking to his Grimoire and Occult knowledge – now he’s full on the kid from The Sixth Sense and I love it.

Also we unanimously decided his grimoire was basically like Book from Hocus Pocus and he carries it like a backpack because of how big it is.

anonymous asked:

Hi Viria! I'm curious. What mistake that happpened in your life that turned to be a good thing?

mmm it wasn’t really a mistake, but I was quite sad about it for some time. My best university friend and I finished bachelor pad, and then chose to continue education, there was two courses - specialist and master, the second one taking year and a half, and the first only a year. The second considered slightly higher for obvious reasons.

We both gave our documents and passed exams for two of these, just in case we get accepted and get a scholarship in only one of the two. Ahh that seems vague. Either way, Tanya first got her result and chose a master’s grade, I waited and then got mine, also chose master’s. But something happened then, and they called my friend and said that hey, we’re sorry, now you have to decide if you’re going to take a course of master you now have to pay for, or if you get a specialist but for free. So Tanya chose the second one, and I was in a lot of doubt because I could take either for free, but if i take master I won’t be able to hang out with Tanya as much and I was very sad about it because i didn’t know anyone as well on the master’s course??

Either way, I chose what was better for me, the master’s. As I said, I was sad, but hey, Sasha was on the master’s course! So if I did ended up going for a specialist grade I wouldn’t meet Sasha. So after all that turned to be a very very good thing:”) 

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Jin: Taehyung proposed it would be good idea to document our findings on a personal archive as a place of reference. With that, I believe we’ll need all the resources we can scavenge for our next case.. 


an ask blog to @caramoccii​ ‘s  20′s au. just a recreational blog to leisurely answer questions and reveal some insight into the boys’ lives as well as the lore 👍

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Me and my grandmother (2016) tells about the relationship between me and my grandmother and her dementia. 

Me and my grandmother have always had a close relationship for we have always lived in the same yard. After she was diagnosed with dementia two years ago, I helped my mother in the summers taking care of her. Last year I started to document our daily lives. I photographed my grandmother, the beautiful light at her house and her flowers. We spent time together trying to remember the names of the flowers in our garden and watched the light move across her home. This time spent together feels golden now that she’s gone to a nursing home and left behind an empty house. I hope that our time together brought her joy in the last years she was able to live at home. 

These pictures can be seen in Generation 2017 -exhibition 19.5-3.9.2017 at Amos Anderson Art Museum, Helsinki. 

anonymous asked:

As someone who has knowledge in the current activities going about, I read you're definition of a fascist, which is plainly wrong about individualism. The anti-individualism is part of the Communist Karl Marx way. It's also, as you forgot to point out, totalitarian, same as communism. The united States is NOT a toltarian government, and that is the MAJOR requirement to be fascist. As well as the alt-right isn't commiting "purges" to beat up the left and torture as the left does.

This is amazing.

1) “ As someone who has knowledge in the current activities going about,”

What does that even mean?  Oh, you “have knowledge?”  So we’re supposed to defer to your authority on the subject, without any explanation of what “knowledge” you have?  WTF does “current activities going about” even mean or refer to???

2)  “ I read you’re definition of a fascist,” 

Oh, you’re (meaning “you are” as opposed to the possessive “your”) talking about our post yesterday that documented some of the aspects of fascism.  OK, we’re following you so far.

3)  “ which is plainly wrong about individualism.”

SAY WHAT SON???

4)  “The anti-individualism is part of the Communist Karl Marx way.”

OK, here are some problems with the “knowledge” you “have:”

a) “ Fascism is therefore opposed to all individualistic abstractions based on eighteenth century materialism;” 
“Anti-individualistic, the Fascist conception of life stresses the importance of the State and accepts the individual only in so far as his interests coincide with those of the State, which stands for the conscience and the universal, will of man as a historic entity.”  
- Benito fucking Mussolini, “The Doctrine of Fascism.”  

Looks like the “knowledge” you “have” conflicts with fascism as described by Il Duce.

Other people who disagree with you about fascism & individualism: Italian historian Emilio Gentile; author and semiotician  Umberto Eco, international relations & geopolitics professor Dimitri Kitsikis; professor Karl Polanyi; historian George L. Mosse; political scientist Robert O. Paxton - suffice to say we could go on.  

But no, let’s not listen to historians, political scientists, and well-respected authors about the anti-individualist nature of fascism; let’s believe some anonymous rando on Tumblr who claims to “has knowledge in the current activities going about” instead.

b) We’re not going to argue about whether or not Marx was anti-individualist, but has it occured to you that more than one political system can be anti-individualist?  Apparently not.

5)  “It’s also, as you forgot to point out, totalitarian” 

We assumed that people would understand that a political system that brought about the ownership of government by one individual or a small group & organized mass murder equates to a totalitarian state.  Evidently we didn’t consider that people like yourself, who have “knowledge in the current activities” might nonetheless have difficulty making inferences on their own.

6)  “The united States is NOT a toltarian government, and that is the MAJOR requirement to be fascist.”

It’s “totalitarian.”  

Although we think it’s becoming a more-arguable point every single day (let us not forget the recent Day of Patriotic Devotion), we never referenced the United States in our post.   You are making a strawman argument and a piss-poor one at that.

7)  “ As well as the alt-right isn’t commiting “purges” to beat up the left and torture as the left does.”

Son, we never mentioned the so-called “alt-right” in our post.  You’re making your 2nd strawman argument in a five-sentence message.  GTFO with that shit.

Oh, actually, wait a second: so fascists aren’t committing purges?
  
You’re making that claim the same week that the Gestapo ICE arrested nearly 700 people in a nationwide series of raids?  

You’re making this claim two weeks after a Muslim woman was attacked at work by a raving Islamophobe

You’re making this claim less than three weeks after a fascist shot ten people in a mosque, killing six of them

You’re making this claim within a month of Donald Trump issuing an executive order barring immigrants, refugees, and even U.S. residents from seven predominantly Muslim countries from entering the United States

But you claim it’s “the left” that beats & tortures people, huh? 

Now please excuse us, we have to get back to our George Soros-funded torture chamber to beat & torture some fascists.

Questions and Non-Existent Answers (CEO Luke Hemmings)

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When. When the hell was the last time you could breathe properly? When the hell was the last time you could sleep peacefully? 

To be one-hundred percent, completely honest, not in a few months…? Probably since the last night he was there, holding you as you slept, peaceful, only for the morning to completely destroy it all. Then you found yourself alone.

Get up… Get up!” he screamed in your ear.

“Baby, it 6:15am… I’m going back to sleep…” You pulled the blanket over your head, which was suddenly pulled off and you were dragged out of the bed. “Okay, what the fucking hell, you asshole?”

“Get your shit, and get out,” he seethed.

“Babe, what’s going on?” You tried to sound calm, but it only made him angrier.

“I’m done, I’m done! It’s over, I’m free of you… Be gone!” 

You don’t know why, but no tears came to your eyes. Maybe you were tired, maybe you were too confused, maybe this was all just a dream and you were just reacting to him falling in the shower… again. You walked over to your shard closet slowly, watching him, and packed the stuff that was yours, not the fancy gowns that he had bought you, and walked to the door of your apartment.

“Wh–” You were cut off by the door slamming in your face. And that’s how your friend found you, sobbing on the curb at 6:30am.

Y/N, you gotta get up, it’s been two months, and the few times you’ve ever been out of the house are to see your family, and if I drag you to the grocery store.

A wail came from the other side of the room. Y/F/N groaned and walked over the the little girl who emitted the noise. Yeah, your best friend married strait out of college and got pregnant not much after.

“Hi, Carolina,” she said to the tiny baby in her arms. 

The door opened, and Y/F/N’s husband walked in. “Hi, love! Y/N, there’s a letter for you.” He handed you a rather large envelope. You opened it and pulled out a folder. You pulled out the first of many documents:

Dear Miss Y/N,

Please sign below regarding that you have been romantically associated with CEO, Luke Hemmings, of Hemming Corporations, for the past four years. Do not discard this document, this is a legal document regarding a romantic associated between two persons under law. Please sign below.

What the hell was this? You quickly signed the document, put it in the designated return envelope, and put it in your mailbox. You looked at your phone, then opened your text messages.

To: Luke Hemmings

What the fuck did I just get in the mail?

You texted him. Your phone buzzed after a few seconds.

From: Luke Hemmings

Just sign the damn document and fucking send it to me asap

You rolled your eyes and put your phone away, not planning on replying to your ex.

Buzz

From: Luke Hemmings

I know you read that

From: Luke Hemmings

Y/N call me when you’re not being a bitch

From: Luke Hemmings

Ok, I apologize, just call me as soon as you can

You quickly went to his contact and pressed his phone number, calling the bastard himself.

“Ba– Y/N,” he stated professionally.

“Luke, what do you want to tell me?”

“Come down to my office. Now.”

“Look, I don’t have time for your shit right now, I shouldn’t even be talking to you, nonetheless receiving legal documents about our shitty relationship. Just answer my fucking question, Hemmings. What the fuck is the document?” you demanded.

“Come to the–”

“No.”

“Y/N, please. You don’t ever have to talk to me again afterwards, just… please, come to my office.”

“Fine.” You groaned, almost inaudible, and hung up, grabbing your car keys and driving to the tall and shiny office building in the center of Y/T/N. You walked through the lobby, avoiding everyone’s eye contact that stopped and stared at you. You walked to the front desk, so that you could get access to Luke’s floor.

“Alice… May you please let me up?” you asked the girl sitting there.

“Y– Y/N! Yes! Of course!” She rushed from behind the desk, and walked to the elevator with you, scanning the card, and pressing the button for floor number 63. You strutted out of the elevator and to the largest room on the floor, positioned right through the lobby doors, to the left, another left, and straight ahead until you reached the door with a plaque on it that said:

LUKE HEMMINGS

C.E.O. HEMMINGS CORP.

You didn’t even knock. You walked right in to see your ex staring at his computer screen. You doubt he even knew you were in there. The office looked the same as you remembered. And that was the bad thing.

The way you remembered was when he had pictures of the trips you took together. And the shared favorite amongst the two of you was when he decided that for your third anniversary that he would throw you a surprise, and when you found out, you launched yourself onto him and kissed him. There were fireworks, literal fireworks, and the photographer captured it all. It sat right on his desk in the frame his niece made for him. It was a wooden frame with a silver line painted around the edge and a golden-dotted lining. It sat on the right side of his desk. Right where it was now. You hoped he hadn’t replaced it.

“Luke?” He looked up at you, surprised.

“I– I didn’t know you were coming…”

“I told you I was.”

“I must’ve not heard, or I would’ve cleaned up a bit.” He blushed.

“What the hell is going on?”

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independent.co.uk
Trump to strip all funding from State Department team promoting women's rights around the world
Leaked plan comes as First Daughter Ivanka defends her father's record with women

Donald Trump plans to strip all funding from a State Department bureau that promotes the rights of women around the world, it has emerged.

Oxfam America led criticism of the move, saying said cutting funds for the Office of Global Women’s Issues would have “dire consequences for millions of people, as well as our global standing”.
Documents first leaked to Foreign Policy showed plans to reduce the office’s 2016 budget of $8.25 million (£6.43 million) to zero in 2018, though the President’s budget will still have to make it past Congress.

7 Moments In ‘The Wizard Of Oz’ That Still Make Us Howl And Clap And Buy Land And Go To Sleep

Almost 80 years later, this film classic still gets us hooting and slapping and purchasing and dozing!

1. When the color kicks in: No one who’s seen The Wizard Of Oz will forget their first time watching vibrant Technicolor bloom across the screen when Dorothy finds herself in Oz. Even watching today, it’s impossible not to start screaming and applauding and bidding on tracts of Alaskan hinterland and nodding off as she takes her first steps into that fantastic land.

2. When Dorothy oils the Tin Man: The chemistry between those two still pops off the celluloid, and watching their first scene together, we just can’t help but let loose awful window-rattling whoops as we frantically bat our palms together and pour our inheritance into acre after acre of worthless property and then promptly lie facedown and faint dead away. No matter how many times you watch it, it still has that effect!

3. When the trees start hurling apples: As soon as that first apple is hurled, we’re already hoarse from the involuntary animal cries tearing out of our throats. The callouses on our palms have been torn back open from blow after blow after blow, and we’re tearing splinters out of the floorboards with our knees as we clap and howl and writhe. We sound like an a cappella group freaking out on salvia. Not only that, but we’ve also bought up every foreclosed farm we can get our hands on and capped it off by plunging deep into a dreamless void we’ll have to claw our way back out of if we ever want to escape.

4. When the flying monkeys show up: If you ever see us snoozing on the floor of the bank, clutching dozens of land titles to our chests in throbbing pink palms or hear our guttural roars wafting out of long-vacant lots, chances are we just caught a few frames of flying monkeys. That’s really all it takes.

5. When the real wizard is revealed: The moment when Dorothy & co. reveal the man behind the curtain is a stone-cold classic, and just like it must have for audiences in 1939, it never fails to start us screeching and windmilling our arms and bowing and mortgaging our homes and burying documents and discovering inner stillness and getting shot by rifles and overheating and sinking. If anything, watching it with modern eyes just makes us buy land and sprint and pulsate and crawl under our bed and pass water and declare bankruptcy all the more! Any Oz fan knows the feeling well!

6. Whenever Toto’s on screen: No one put this better than the late, great Roger Ebert in his Wizard Of Oz retrospective: “Whenever Toto comes trotting on by, I find myself having fallen fully asleep, and yet I’m shrieking and shrieking so hard that my head freely whips around on my limp body. It’s not long until my hands begin pouring every cent I’ve got into deeds for uncultivated French hills, stopping only long enough to slam into each other over and over and over, the dry thwack of flesh on flesh commingling with my increasingly ragged yelps and yawps, and god help me, but I’m not stopping till Toto’s long gone!”

7. When Dorothy sees her family again: Gets us loud, thrashing, prosperous, and comatose Every. Damn. Time.

FIC: Infodere Ch 2

This story was formerly know as Lost Treasure of the Zapotec but I hated that title so in the thousand years that have elapsed since chapter 1, I have changed it. Hope no one minds.

Hope you enjoy this one and chapter 1 can be found here for those that haven’t read it 



Her back arched at the sensation. Hair like fire tickled her thighs. She gasped as strong hands grasped her under her hips lifting her towards his mouth, her breath coming in gasps. His tongue worked gently but persistently and she could feel the muscles of her stomach and thighs tighten as her climax built. One of his hand reached up and caressed her breast and she brought a hand down and ran it through the red hair.

A loud crash jerked Claire awake. She blinked dazed and struggled to sit up. She was breathing heavily, sheened in sweat which wasn’t entirely to do with the tropical heat. She looked around as she realized where she was and who exactly the red hair and wandering hands belonged to. She blushed further when she realized that all that separated her from the man in her dream was two thin walls of canvas and six inches of grass between the tents. Pulling herself together she grabbed a pair of sweatpants and dragged them on, as she headed out to investigate the commotion.

Running across the clearing to where a crowd had begun to gather, she pushed her way to the front. One of the equipment trailers, which had arrived with the last of the convoy at dusk and had therefore not yet been unloaded had been forced open and some of its contents were flung about. Only the top layer seemed to be disturbed however.

“Wi’ the racket they were making, they’d no have any time to really find whatever it is they were looking for. What’s in this trailer, Sassenach?” Jamie turned to her in question and it took her a moment to realise he meant her.

“Oh, erm, this one..” She shone a torch into the trailer “Reference materials mostly. Dr Moreno’s stuff from the university.” She was referring to the cultural anthropologist from the National Autonomous University of Mexico, who along with Jamie, Claire and a physical anthropologist, Dr Zapote, made up the senior team overseeing the dig.

“Maybe they thought there was something else in her?” She wondered out loud. Jamie made a Mmmmph noise in the back of his throat and Claire fought the urge to laugh at such a thoroughly Scottish sound here in the middle of the Mexican rain forest, surrounded by the remains of another, very different culture.

“Well, we’ll lock this up the best we can and I’ll maybe talk to the camp manager in the morning about having some extra security here at night.”

Claire made her way back to her tent and laid there in the dark listening to the sounds of the camp. She heard Jamie come back to his own tent sometime later. She could him him rustling around as he undressed and her stomach flipped slightly.

“Damn it, Beauchamp” she murmured into the dark turning on her side

Breakfast had been eaten and after several hours of frantic activity which involved the arrival of the archeology students from the local university who would along with a group of interns do the majority of the actual digging and cataloguing, and Dr Zapote the physical anthropologist they gathered for a site briefing before the dig began in earnest.

“Okay,” Claire’s voice was clear and rang out across the clearing. Jamie leaned against a trailer drinking coffee and watching her. “We need to lay out some very strict rules for this dig. This is an area of immense cultural significance to the indigenous community. We have been invited here. Very strict protocols must be observed when it comes to the excavations. First up, nothing bigger than the palm of your hand comes out of the ground without running it by Dr Moreno or one of his team. They will decide if it needs special handling or if it is not appropriate for it to be handled by someone outside the Zapotec community. You photograph, document and only when you have permission do you bring it out of the ground. “ Claire looked around the assembled group, catching eyes and trying to impress the importance of her words. “This goes double if you find human remains. We have no idea what this area was used for. As a result in the case of any bones, photograph, document and haul ass to Dr Zapote, here. He and his team will make all decisions about how these finds should be treated. There are to be no exceptions to this. This might make this dig slower than some that you might have worked on, but ethics are important in archaeology, as is the understanding that we show respect to the past.”

She continued, introducing the various team leaders, outlining protocols and assigning teams. She was lovely, but there was something slightly ferocious about her, something wild and untamed. She fascinated Jamie more than any other woman he had ever met. It wasn’t just her intellect, formidable though it was. As an academic her knew any number of intensely gifted women, his last girlfriend, Geneva had been a highly published sociologist, but Claire was different. His reaction to her at first meeting had caught him off kilter.

“Dr Fraser?” He started as he realised she was looking at him along with 65 archaeologists, 8 technicians, 4 physical anthropologists and cultural anthropologist. He shook his head.

“Sorry, could you just repeat that, Dr Beauchamp?”

Claire rolled her eyes a little but she was smiling.

“I said, would you like to explain our documentation and classification process?”

“Oh aye, sorry.” He stepped forward then, explaining the paperwork that should be completed for the different artefacts and how they should be then packed for shipping to the museum in Mexico City.

By the end of the week the first trench had been dug and a significant number of small items recovered. So far they had found the usual expected items, pottery, household items and a smattering of jewellery, but they boded well for more significant finds to come. The camp sat scattered across the clearing in sociable groups, chatter in Spanish, Portuguese and English drifting through the air. Jamie sat down next to Claire on ground close to their tents. He held out a bottle of beer to her and she took it with a nod of thanks.

“You happy with the finds?” he asked?

Claire nodded as she took a swig of beer.

“I think so. There was definitely something here beyond just the pyramid, but what we’ve found so far don’t really tell us much more than that. I’m hoping the second trench will give us some structures, or at least some slightly more quantifiable artefacts. We only have a limited permit to dig here and without some significant finds it will be hard to justify our presence. There are plenty who don’t want excavations here. Its why the protocols matter so much.”

“Aye, and then there’s the legends?” Claire laughed slightly at this and chinked her bottle against his.

“The great lost treasures. Ha. Those stories are just that. If anyone seriously believed those stories someone would have dug here long before now, permits or not. There were plenty of people with less scruples about desecrating indigenous sites in the past. Our knowledge of the past is practically founded on it.” Her voice was wry and she pulled a slight face at this.

“True” He replied, slowly. “And there still are.” Claire followed his gaze towards the trailer that had been broken open a week earlier.

“You can’t seriously think…?” she practically stuttered in her incredulity. “That people might actually think…? That we ‘know’ something? Oh God that is too ridiculous, we are a serious fieldwork team not Indiana Jones style treasure hunters. God…”

“Aye, Sassenach.” was his measured response. “We ken that, but there might be others that don’t. Most people dinna realise that 90% of archaeology is digging up wee bit of pottery and trying to glue them back together. How many times have ye been asked if you’re like Lara Croft?” Claire threw her head back and laughed at this statement.

“Honestly, more than once. And I bet you get the Indiana Jones thing all the time don’t you?” She was grinning at him now. “Especially in that hat.” She nudged him cheekily in the ribs and he nudged her back. They stayed like that for a moment, both leaning against the other, savouring the warmth of the person next to them as the night cooled, both overcome with how *right* it felt. Almost without thinking Claire shifted slightly bringing her body closer to Jamie’s so that they were flush along their sides and rested her head on his shoulder. Jamie shifted in time, his arm coming round her back, bringing her close to him. Neither of them spoke, they just looked out over the camp, watching the lamps sway in the gloaming light. A shriek of laughter from the group nearest to them made them both jump and made them suddenly aware of their intimacy. Jamie turned to Claire, meaning to apologise but instead found her mouth against his. Without hesitation he returned her kiss, the heat of her lips and tongue making his stomach flip. His hands ran across her back as hers came up around his neck pulling him closer to her as she bit his lip gently. She leaned back pulling her down with him onto the grass.

“Jamie” she murmured against his neck as she moved down and kissed his throat. “Jamie”

It had been dark in that part of the camp, neither had brought a lamp when they sat down and the nearest group was far enough away that the light did not reach them. They could have been alone in the world as he kissed her, and she kissed him in the darkness.

She didn’t know what had prompted her to do it. Claire was not one for kissing men for no good reason, especially ones that she had to live in very close proximity for the next few months. But there was something about him that defied her conscious thought. She hadn’t planned to kiss him, she hadn’t even realised she was going to kiss him until the moment their lips met and it was too late by then. The weight of him above her as they kissed felt like home and his soft kisses with a hint of promise made her blood pound in her ears.

But then suddenly he was gone. He was on his feet and pulling her to hers. Light flashed around them as a row of tents went up in flames. Jamie went to move towards the commotion when gun shots rang out. Quickly changing course he turned and headed into the cover of the rainforest dragging Claire behind him. He came to a stop about 200 metres from the camp, so suddenly that they collided. The forest around them was full of people fleeing and screaming. Claire looked towards the camp and saw the main tent catch fire. She made to run towards it,  but Jamie caught her arm.

“No, mo nighean donn” he murmured into her ear, holding her close to his body both in protection and restraint.

“But the equipment,  the finds…” She was twisting in his arms trying to free herself but she could not overpower him. He pulled her closer murmuring comforting sounds into her ear, in what she guessed was Gaelic, And around her the world burned.

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Roberto Rossellini is one of the most influential filmmakers of all time. And it was with his trilogy of films made during and after World War II—Rome Open City, Paisan, and Germany Year Zero—that he left his first transformative mark on cinema. With their stripped-down aesthetic, largely nonprofessional casts, and unorthodox approaches to storytelling, these intensely emotional works were international sensations and came to define the neorealist movement. Shot in battle-ravaged Italy and Germany, these three films are some of our most lasting, humane documents of devastated postwar Europe, containing universal images of both tragedy and hope.

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Yuanfen - Part 8

Characters - Bucky x Reader, Mentions of Tesla and Steve as well as a few others

Word Count - 2116

Warnings - Fluff? Bucky being the cutest, Almost smut, Language

A/N - HOOBOY. That’s all I’m gonna say. Please dont hesitant to tell me what you think! This is an AU. 缘分 (Yuanfen) is a Chinese word that has no direct English translation and (roughly) means “A relationship that is brought together by a force such as destiny or fate.“

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“What are you saying?” You eyed him suspiciously as he let your fingers slip from his grasp.

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fuckshanedalton  asked:

Hi Josh, are the Van Buren design documents a good format to copy for other games, or has the process of area design changed heavily since then? Thanks.

In retrospect, the Van Buren area design documents are massively overwritten, in some cases by a factor of 10.  Since at least Fallout: New Vegas, we try to keep our area design documents in the 8-12 page range.  I just did a brief skim of some Fallout: New Vegas ADDs.  Novac: 12 pages.  Primm: 13 pages.  Black Mountain: 13 pages.  Vault 3: 10 pages.  Camp McCarran: 16 pages.

Here’s what we covered in the F:NV ADDs:

* Abstract - General overview of what the area is about.
* Locations -  A labeled blockout render with descriptions (2-4 sentences each) of individual sub-locations and reference images.
* Quests - List of A and B priority quests with 2-5 sentence summaries of what they will be.
* Characters - List of A and B priority characters with 1-10 sentence descriptions + reference images, when necessary.
* Art Assets - List of new/unique props, buildings, animations, and visual effects needed for the area.  Descriptions are minimal, sometimes accompanied by reference images.
* Audio Assets - Sound and music needed.  Again, minimally-described and sometimes accompanied by reference.