Tokyo in the 1930s - Awesome picture of Tokyo in the 1930s, seen from the air from South to North with the Sumida river in the middle. After more than 10 years later than this photo was made, during WW2, more than 50% of these buildings were destroyed by air raids on Japan, and the population dwindled from 6,700,000 to less than 2,800,000 citizens. This picture was scanned with 600 dpi and further repaired/optimized with Adobe Photoshop.
In this imagine, the reader is in a hedge maze of confusion. Childhoods are remembered, old friends make appearances, feelings surface, and things are changing at Hogwarts. As the Tri-Wizard tournament continues, the school and its visitors pause for the Yule Ball where green tendrils of jealousy seep from the walls and ice blue eyes.
Warnings: cursing, flashbacks
Y/N - your name
Y/N/N - your nickname
Y/C/N/N - your childhood nickname
~ - used to indicate the beginning/end of a flashback
~~~ - used to show passage of time
Word count: 2,419
“There goes Malfoy again.” Harry’s head jerks towards the platinum-haired boy. I can’t help but look down and feel a little guilty. “What Y/N?”
“Oh it’s nothing.” When I glance up, Draco looks away, passing down the hallway with long strides. I don’t know how we managed to grow so distant when we were once so close. Our families were always together when we were younger, but after we were split during the Sorting first-year all communication ceased. Since, he has soured, treating everyone around him like dirt under his perfectly polished shoes.
“Don’t lie to me. What’s wrong?” Harry’s green eyes are full of concern.
In 1941 the order was made to create three all female air squads by Stalin one of these was the 588th Night Bomber Regiment. Even though the 588th were only equipped with Po-2 which were very obsolete even for that day they still managed to accomplish great night raids and bombing runs. By the end of the war the Night Witches had done about 30,000 bombing raids and dropped at least 23,000 tons of bombs of the Nazis. They gained the name Night Witches from the sound of their planes whooshing past at night, the German soldiers thought that the whoosh noise sounded like a whoosh of a broomstick through the night hence the name “Nachthexen” or “Night Witches”. The accomplishments of the 588th got some of the pilots and commanders the Hero of the Soviet Union which is the highest title they could have earned and rightfully so as they are true heroes of the night.
so you cant update dream*scar anymore due to the password issue?
OH i just searched by blog and I think you were looking at “DA”??? that’s deviantart xD i lost my pw to that place, not my own website.
d*s is on hiatus tho. i said as much on the site, and that it was because i was having wrist issues. those eased up after about and month and a half of resting it, and now it’s on hiatus while i finish up some commissions. sorry for the confusion ;0;/
I know we all love and miss our buddy Johann and want that person playing music to be him, but… Consider this.
The next episode will either focus on Taako or Magnus, so if it is Taako then just remember.. A certain skeleton man once spoke of wanting to be a conductor and the visual of a musically gifted Kravitz meeting Taako in a past life on another plane of existence..
In the stillness of the night, the two of you lay on the comfy and soft bed that the two of you shared. Your fingers drew circles on his chest with your eyes becoming heavier and heavier by the minute. “Hey, babe, do you still remember the time when we first met?” You softly asked with your head on his chest, listening to his heart beating every single second.
It was just one of those nights when deep and serious conversations would just pop out. The soft breathing of Hyungwon was the only thing that you could hear, other than your own.
“Mmm, I surely do. You already had hearts in your eyes when you laid eyes on me.” Hyungwon teased as he twirls his long, slender fingers around your locks, eyes focused on the ceiling as he reminisces about how the two of you really met.
Scoffing at his remark, you rolled your eyes and lifted yourself off of him, elbows plopped on the mattress with you looking straight into his eyes as he looks down at you. “Yeah, right. You, yourself, couldn’t even stop yourself from asking me my number.”
Well, to be honest, the two of you are actually telling the truth. Both of you actually didn’t believe in love at first sight but when the two of you saw each other, it felt like everything stopped for some reason.
It was the twentieth day of the month and here you are sitting in the business class with your left seat vacant. The day was really tiring and the only thing you could ever want was just to head back to South Korea and rest up after working really hard. Leaning back on your seat, you looked at the window and just enjoyed watching the city lights from afar.
They said meeting your significant other at the airport or in the plane itself was something magical but you beg to differ. There was nothing magical about it when you get your hopes up and never meet them again as soon as the plane lands in a different country. For short, you never believed in love at first sight.
Heaving out a sigh, you couldn’t help but pout as it was taking a bit longer for the plane to take off, especially when they’re still waiting for all the passengers to board and settle in with their items of luggage. The business class wasn’t that packed but it was then soon to be packed when a group of men came in, looking like models of some sort, making you look away to stop yourself from drooling at how hot they looked.
Suddenly, in the midst of distracting yourself, a voice called out to you. “Excuse me, Miss, but is this seat taken?” Turning your head to look at the owner who soft-spoken asked you, you couldn’t help but stop when you met his gaze.
It seemed like you were looking at some beautiful Greek God and for the first time, you were startled at the fact that your heart was beating really fast, butterflies dancing through your tummy and the fact that everything somewhat stopped.
The man who stood in front of you glowed and you couldn’t help but shake your head, quickly looking away to calm your beating heart, “N-no. The seat’s free.”
“That’s good to hear.” He pauses as he looks at another man who was in his early thirties, “I’ll seat here, hyung.” And with that, he moved his long limbs to the front of his seat and gently sits down with such grace.
Taking a couple of deep breaths, your heart seemed to beat really fast, showing no signs of slowing down. This was the first time in history that you were that nervous around someone who you barely knew.
The man, on the other hand, couldn’t help but chuckle at how you fiddled with the hem of your handkerchief whilst trying to avoid looking at him. “I’m Hyungwon, by the way.” He introduces, catching you off-guard.
Your lips were slightly parted from the sudden introduction. Noticing how jittery you’ve become, Hyungwon offers you his hand before flashing you a smile. “My n-names [y/n].” you shyly said as you wrapped your hand around his outstretched hand, shaking it before letting it go after a second or two.
“So, where you heading to [y/n]-sshi?” Hyungwon politely asked as he tries to start a conversation with you. And this was unusual of him to start a conversation with someone whom he doesn’t even know. There something about you when he first laid his eyes on you and he knew that this plane ride would be something that he’d definitely enjoy.
Still taken aback at his gestures, you couldn’t help but let your face say it all. Hyungwon found it extremely fascinating at how easy you were to read as if he’s known you for decades. “Oh, [y/n], don’t worry. I don’t bite and hey, might as well make this plane ride worth it.”
Hyungwon was right and at some point, you couldn’t understand why you suddenly softened up. “You’re right.” The corner of your lips was tugged upwards as you slightly turned your body to Hyungwon and remembered his question.
“Oh, about your question. Well, I’m heading back to Korea, obviously since I’ve finally finished doing my job here in New York. How about you?”
Hyungwon didn’t know if you were just pulling his leg or something but it was completely written all over your face that you didn’t know a single thing about him. “I just finished some job too and my groupmates and I are finally gonna rest up and probably work on some new music.”
“Music? Woah, that’s really cool!” you beamed with your eyes twinkling with interest. “Man, I really have such high admiration for people, like you, who create music.”
“Why?” Hyungwon queries out of curiosity, propping his elbows on the arm rest and rests his chin on his palms. Why do you admire them so much tho? You carefully thought about it, tapping your bottom lip with your index finger as you clearly were gonna lose yourself to the train of thoughts.
“I.. just have a huge admiration for them. You know, like they’re so amazing to come up with lyrics and melodies that could help someone out go through the pain that they’re going through or you know, make their day by just simply listening to the music that they’ve created.”
Hyungwon definitely understood what you meant and for the first time, he somewhat appreciates you. “You know what I mean right? Like the message that you guys write somewhat talks to their very souls as if they’re connected or something.”
“Yeah, I do. To be honest, for some reason, you’re really different [y/n]. Different in a good way.”
Chuckling at his awkward compliment, you nodded your head and muttered thanks before the two of you were interrupted with the intercom, instructions being announced throughout the whole plane.
With your seatbelts fastened, you looked at the flight attendant demonstrating the typical things that you should do when something happens, where the exit is and whatnots. Somehow you’ve almost memorized every single thing they’ve said since you’ve been flying back and forth for the past few weeks.
The plane was finally taking off and you couldn’t help but shut your eyes tightly from the force that got you glued on the seat’s backrest as the pilot quickly accelerates.
Hyungwon was pretty quick to notice the soft groans that left your lips. Slipping his hand on yours, he gives it a light squeeze, making you look at him with eyes filled with confusion.
“Don’t worry.” Two words were already enough to have you ease up. Finally, the plane smoothly flies and the warmth of Hyungwon’s hand was already gone.
Glancing towards his side, you nodded your head and flashed him a thankful smile. “If you weren’t here, I don’t know what I would do with the plane taking off.”
“That’s good to hear.”
Throughout the whole trip, the two of you were getting to know each other and it felt like the two of you just clicked. The two of you got to know a couple of things that both of you have in common and even got to the point when the two of you were watching the same movie, only to end up with you falling asleep in your seat as all the work you had that morning finally kicked in.
Hyungwon glances towards your direction and he couldn’t help but smile. You were peacefully sleeping with your lips slightly parted and your chest heaving every time you breathe.
Bringing his phone out, Hyungwon takes a photo of you and smiles to himself before he decides to rest up. Wrapping himself in the blanket offered to everyone, Hyungwon had drifted off without any problem.
Feeling a slight shake on his shoulder, Hyungwon’s eyes fluttered open and he was surprised to see you looking fresh. “We’re gonna land soon.” You muttered, making him widen his eyes. Glancing at the window, he couldn’t believe that everything happened so fast. The sun was finally out and he was able to see the skyscrapers from afar.
“Here, have some facial wipes and some face mist.” Accepting the facial wipes and mist you’ve offered to him, Hyungwon mindlessly wipes his fast, patting it dry before spraying the mist.
“Thanks.” Hyungwon hands you back the items, only to feel the electric shock running through his fingers after his skin grazes against yours.
The plane has finally landed and before you knew it, you were out of the plane with your luggage in hand. Hyungwon and you just said your goodbyes and you knew that you just got your hopes up, hoping that something was gonna happen between the two of you.
Waltzing your way across the airport, you were suddenly stopped by a pair of hands. Turning around to look at the person, you couldn’t help but let out a gasp when you saw Hyungwon heavily panting right before you.
“I can’t let this chance slip. [y/n], I know this may sound really weird and sudden but… can I have your number? It was really fun talking to you and all while we were on the plane and I was hoping that maybe… we can hang out sometime?”
Seeing the sheepish smile plastered on his face and the teasing smiles that his friends had, you couldn’t help but soften at the sight as you took his phone and punched your phone number in.
“I’d love to hang out with you sometimes Hyungwon. Just text me if you want to hang out, okay? Anyways, I have to go now since my boss is waiting for me already. It was nice meeting you Hyungwon, bye~!”
You could feel your heart swell in happiness. At some point, you kind of agree with the people who said that meeting people at the airport or plane was somewhat magical. Making your way through the exit, you were startled when you felt your phone buzz against your thighs, making you pull your phone out, only to smile at the message you’ve just received.
from: unknown number
hey, [y/n]! it’s me hyungwon ^^ so, how about grabbing a cup of coffee later in the afternoon at Miss Lee Cafe?
“But babe, don’t you think that it was such a beautiful fate for the two of us to meet?” You asked as you rested your head beside his, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer with a sleepy smile.
Just thinking about it made Hyungwon smile bigger, fingers pushing away the strands of hair covering your eyes. “If it was fate then I thank God for giving me such an amazing woman.”
“That’s enough, babe. Let’s catch some Zs now, shall we?” you muttered as you slowly closed your eyes, only to have it flutter open when you felt Hyungwon press his lips on yours, pulling right away before you could even react.
“Ssshh, let’s catch some Zs now, see you in your dreams babe. Love you!”
“After a recent paranormal incident involving my (not deceased) grandmother, something became apparent to me. Every female on my mother’s side of the family has has some sort of psychic/paranormal incident in their lifetime. Including myself.
Let’s start on the vaguest account–my great-grandmother’s incident. With my great-grandmother being dead the only details I know are vague and from my grandmother, but here’s the gist: My great-grandmothers brother had recently passed away, my great-grandmother got up and went about her everyday life, but she saw he deceased brother within the house. Not very creepy, I know. But one thing she said which is a reoccurring theme in this tale–‘If I hadn’t known better you’d never have convinced me he wasn’t alive and looking at me.’
Now, let’s move on to my grandmother’s account. She was walking down a road with a friend of the family in the Peak District, when they saw a low-flying WW2 plane fly past, not everyone seemed to notice it, and there wasn’t any historic plane fanatics about weird right? When she went home, my grandmother looked up plans flights in the area–stumbled upon an article about Peak District ghost planes. It took her time to come to terms with it, but her stories closely parallels with the accounts of the planes. It was quiet–then a roaring engine came out of nowhere, a low flying plane flew over the lane so low the trees nearly brushed it’s underbelly, it disappeared from view and the noise stopped. My grandmother said: ‘You’d have never convinced me it wasn’t real.’
My mother’s experience is an anomaly, she is a nurse so naturally her place of work is a bit rife with spirits. There are several stories from her colleagues, but one linked to her is this: My mother and a few of her colleagues were working in an isolated room with a patient. When suddenly everything went quiet, and it felt like someone had walked out of the room, then the heart rate monitor made the long beeep that is associated with death. My mothers thoughts–“We all knew they had died before the monitor had told us–as we’re the only person who could leave without opening a door.”
For my story–it is odd and largely inconsistent. I have always been awkward and uncomfortable in churches and graveyards. Always, but once I had to walk through the cemetery alone to get to my grandmother’s on my dad’s side of the family. When I could’ve sworn I was being followed, each time I turned nobody was there. It wasn’t ‘till I exited the geometry at the other side the feeling went away, I turned one last time and I saw the ends of a tailcoat disappear behind the gates. Now whenever I walk through I get the sensation and I keep seeing the same ends of a tailcoat or a dark-haired stranger in period clothing disappearing behind a family grave.”
Reader manages to escape
the Lost Light, but they are nowhere near Earth. They have a crash landing on
the planet the scavengers are currently at, and Grimlock finds you and seems to
like you, and they are on their way to Earth anyway so you’re allowed to come
At first they aren’t too
fond of you (Fulcrum especially), and you have to help with stuff on the ship
(like clean/repair hard-to-reach spaces) but after some time you get less and
less work to do and just have to accompany the others on their own shifts.
Reader worries that the events of Lost Light will happen here too, but since
they are deceptions the are in much stronger denial and take a lot longer to go
As Cranckcase is meeting
his online friend on Earth, you’re getting ready to pack your stuff, say
goodbye and get off the ship once they get back. You’re so happy to be home,
can’t believe you made it, and have actually grown attached to the cons and
will miss them.
But they’ve been talking
together, planing the past few weeks, without your knowledge. They’ve been
awfully quiet during your little “goodbye and thank you”-speech. You
shrug it off as “maybe they’re gonna miss me too but don’t want to admit
it”. You start to walk towards the big, wide-open exit. The sunset is
beautiful, you can see a town, human civilisation, in the distance! There’s a
smile on your face and a tear runs down your cheek.
But before you can reach
it, the exit starts to close. You’re too surprised to start sprinting, instead
you stop and roll your eyes as you think Misfire or someone is joking with you.
But when you look at them, they look dead serious and shortly after the ship
starts and looking out a window you see how you leave the ground. A chill runs
down your spine as you take in the situation, the familiar look in their
eyes… You were so, SO close to home, to freedom. And now you see the Earth
getting further and further away, quicker than ever before.
YANDERE SCAVENGERS!!!! I WHOLEHEARTEDLY APPROVE!!! THE THRILLING SEQUEL TO THE YANDERE LOST LIGHT AU!!! I NEED MORE! FEED ME, SEYMOUR!!! :D :D :D
dan wilds: who wins: dan. dont fight her. she’s captain of the most disorganized team in class i exy that alone takes Serious Skill pal plus she currently holds the title of best gf in the world??? im sorry i dont make the rules this girl’s got brawns and brains and attitude down 2 boot i swear 2 god dont even try to fight her bby girl’s gonna beat ur ass faster than neil can say “im fine”
kevin day: who wins: you but mostly bc he’s too busy watching exy tapes to pay attention 2 u so u Could fight him but u could also be a decent fucking person
andrew minyard: who wins: lmao
matt boyd: who wins: matt. he’s one of the team’s backliners he knows how 2 play rough and he’s a giant??? he’s at least 6 feet tall and is fit as fuck?? slam dunk @ u homeboi’s the son of a boxer he knows what he’s doing but pls fight him so i can marry dan
aaron minyard: who wins: my guy he has literally killed a man
seth gordon: who wins: it’s a toss-up this boy starts up way more fights than he could finish he kicks kevin’s ass he kicks matt’s ass he kicks everyone’s ass he kicks his own ass
allison reynolds: who wins: allison. and look good while doing it too she’s probably one of those people who can run in heels and get in a brawl w someone while keeping her makeup hair and nails intact im both terrified and turned on
nicky hemmick: who wins: you. he wont care tho he’ll probably make a bet about how he loses too fucker’s transcended past the plane of giving a shit at this point he just wants everyone to be happy and spread love wherever he goes why would u do this 2 him
renee walker: who wins: lmao pt. 2
neil josten: who wins: let’s face it if ur in a fight w neil he probably started it in the first place smartmouthed little shit that he is but lay even just a single finger on this human scar museum and everyone’s gonna come @ u the team the fbi a british gang of mobsters run while u still can
We all know this blog is Suwawa’s House but honestly…Arisha is just so????genuinely beautiful and pretty? Like really I see her and I’m like “wow???” and she gets prettier with each fucking nicomama like one day she’s just gonna fucking ascend past this plane and bless outer space with her gorgeous face it’s really something
Jupiter’s gravity is so strong that it warps Mercury’s orbit.
I find this interesting because Jupiter is Sagittarius/Pisces ruled while Mercury is Gemini/Virgo ruled. Very interesting. I could see how the gravity of Jupiter ruled placements could warp the opposite placements ruled by Mercury. Mercury is the mind, but all of the finer details of the mind. Jupiter is the higher mind and it extends beyond singular consciousness, past the physical plane.
I love connected astronomy to astrology. The physical language of astronomy can be translated to astrology even if you’re only speaking metaphorically, and I just love that.
It’s cute that Ino thinks damage control is possible. But Sakura knows that this is the actual, real life end of the world and that there will be no recovering from this life-ruining disaster. In the spirit of this, she has collapsed into a melodramatic heap onto the purple shag rug and stares at the ceiling in existential crisis.
“What am I gonna dooo?” she moans.
Occupied by a mirror, Ino rolls her eyes. She’s halfway through applying her new Silver Shimmer eyeshadow and has no time for Sakura’s histrionics. “Girl, please. Sasuke gets nudes all the time, probably even deletes them without looking. Lord knows he never reads texts anyway.”
“He reads my texts!” Sakura wails, inconsolable.
The blonde whirls around, silver glitter flying everywhere as she assumes the hands-on-hips position of exasperated best friend. For someone so devastatingly smart and clever, Sakura can be awfully obtuse.
“That, Forehead Girl, is exactly my point.” A smug smile curls the corners of her lips. “You’re probably the one girl he wants to get nudes from. This is like early Christmas for him. And why would you take those pictures anyway if you weren’t planning on sending them, hmmm?”
Sakura’s mouth opens and closes, reminiscent of a fish out of water as her face turns a spectacular shade of red. “I didn’t–that’s not…none of your business, pig!”
But Ino just laughs, turning back to the mirror. “Better get it together, girlfriend, our study group meets in an hour and you look like a hot mess.”
Queasiness flashes across Sakura’s face. She’ll have to see Sasuke face-to-face, if he even shows up after the trauma of seeing her naked. What is she even supposed to say to him? ‘Hi yes, we study together four days a week but can you please forget that you saw me bent over in this new thong that I swear Ino made me buy and I don’t actually–’
Her frenzied imagination is interrupted by a loud buzz. Thoroughly disgruntled, Sakura hastily grabs her phone, ready to unleash the wrath of an anxiety-ridden co-ed on whoever dares interrupt her mental doomsday prepping. The text icon blinks on her screen, and she’s about to swipe it open when she freezes in terror.