*glances over at Sherlock silently working* Sherlock?
Remember when you said I'd always counted and you'd always trusted me?
*looks up, suddenly interested* Yes.
Well, when you said "always" what did you mean by that?
*gaze shifts in confusion* I meant always. How was that not clear.
Yeah but, I mean, from when exactly? How long did it take you to feel that way?
*gazes at her silently for a long moment*
*rapidly becoming self conscious*
Do you remember the day we met?
Yeah of course.
Ok...that day. *goes back to his microscope*
*unsure* That day? That very day? You mean it didn't take you any-
*looks over again* It took me no time to see that I could trust you and you'd be someone who would matter to me. Certainly not minutes, and barely seconds. No time at all. When I said always...I meant it.
The Sacred Twenty Eight: The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black
Three sisters: Morgana, Morgause and Elaine of Garlot. One dark, one brown, one fair. Three sisters: Bellatrix, Andromeda and Narcissa. One a warrior, one a rebel, one entirely unexceptional.
Of all the houses of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, the Blacks were the only ones who could trace their descent to an ancient royal family, canonized in both myth and legend. There were those who were openly skeptical that a wizarding family could claim to be related to Arthur, King of the Britons and his three half-sisters; Morgana, Morgause and Elaine of Garlot - such a claim, they said, was far too exaggerated and could never be proven (for none were allowed to see the Black family tapestry but the Blacks themselves). But most agreed - out of fear and awe - that the Blacks indeed were children of these great sorcerers.
For how could they dispute it when all the portraits of these mythical figures seemed to live again in the faces of the Blacks striding alongside them in the Ministry, studying at Hogwarts, holidaying with them in the South of France?
But if those concerned with the veracity of this outrageous claim had bothered to dig through records held in the Department of Mysteries - held purely for historical purposes, of course - they might have found a series of bills and commissions to various unknown artists and artisans of the early 11th century. Of early tapestry-weavers instructed to portray their patrons as characters from Arthurian legends - else face death (how wonderful those ancient times were, where the missing poor prompted no visits from the Auror department). Of mosaics and etchings presented to this family; all the children of the Lady Igraine shown with the high cheekbones, dark hair and pale faces particular to the Blacks. Of portraits and paintings and landscapes - all in the grand tradition of the rich families of those times. In time, any traces of the original Arthur and his half-sisters were lost and all the artworks concerning the Arthurian legends - even among the muggles - came to assign each character the same face over and over again; pale skin, dark hair (sometimes light for Elaine of Garlot was a fair young maiden), high cheekbones: trademark of the Black family.
And yet these records would mean nothing, not even in a history textbook, not after all this time. For who could say, after all these centuries, that the Blacks were not descended from Arthur, Morgana, Morgause and Elaine?
The Blacks were not practically royalty. They were royalty.
[Paintings: Morgan le Fay by Frederick Sandys, The Magic Circle by John William Waterhouse, The Accolade by Edmund Blair Leighton
Photo Credit: Helena Bonham Carter as Morgan Le Fay (Merlin, 1998), Katie McGrath as Morgana (Merlin, 2008), Imogen Poots as Fanny Knight (Miss Austen Regrets, 2007)]
I am so fucking tired, but I been meaning to make a post for over a week.
I had a dream about the boy who used to bully me in high school. I can’t remember it now. I was angry for several hours like the pain was fresh all over again.
But you just forgive them. Over and over until you forget their names.
It happened again at work that I made a service ticket, audited medical records, sent them to the facility for M.D. review, and several hours later my teammate tells me the patient died and to cancel the request. It is so strange to read all of this person’s medical history with the knowledge they are alive only to hear they are now gone. The records mean nothing.
Working on Memorial Day. Holiday pay, pizza, and leaving early. Alright.
Alien Covenant…I thought the original white evolution was much scarier than the classic black. Way scarier.
Bartended last night after my first job. Best man nicknamed Brooklyn was a delight. He said I looked like I partied. I laughed at him and said “sure, Harry Potter parties maybe.” And he showed me his Cheshire cat tattoo saying he was a nerd too. Sweet little troll. He kept telling people he shaved his legs so he and his female date could cross dress for their big bridal party intro. It didn’t even happen lol, and he said he fell twice shaving. He was like in awe that women have the patience to shave lol.
End of the night, he said “I’m sorry I’m drunk. I forgot your name.” I told him. “You’re really gorgeous.”
I had done my makeup pretty well so that’s nice of him to say.
But like I said, he was there with his date, and I also have an appointment coming up to have my genitals slashed off with a machete.
I spent the remainder of the night reading some article from the 90s about men being sexually driven to spread as much of their seed as possible. Women on the other hand, seek out viable males who will rear their babes.
It was really boring. Like, rage against your instincts, man. Fuck it. Anyway, I still distrust men as a sex and would prefer mainly women in leadership positions.
Also, I woke up today screaming with a Charlie horse in my calf. Motherfucker.
Yang and Blake sparring, for a prompt, or if you'd rather record, can you do Ruby explaining to Oobleck why she brought Zwei on their mission? (Feel free to ignore the prompt if it's too silly. XD)
Ahhh, this is great! I want to do both of these things!! Let’s go with the writing prompt first!
Yang is ready to fight. Or, well, play-fight, as it were. She keeps her eyes on Blake, a bright and crooked grin on her face as she rotates her arm in a warm-up stretch. Her other hand braces her shoulder.
All this for a match that hasn’t even been agreed to yet.
Blake eyes her with her normal unimpressed look, usually reserved for those not on her team. She guesses it’s really Ruby’s fault, if one wanted to get technical. She’s the one who had put the idea into Yang’s head.
It had been very off-hand. Ruby had remarked on how well she and Yang worked together, something both girls had been proud of. But with a curious hum, she’d added that she wondered what it would be like to see the two of them fighting against each other rather than alongside one another.
Never one to turn down or turn away from the idea of a fight, Yang was immediately set on making this happen.
Blake was less enthusiastic.
“Come on, Blake.” If it wasn’t already abundantly clear that the blonde was eager to get to sparring, her tone would settle any uncertainties. “You gotta fight me sometime.”
Blake answers this easily, no less unimpressed. “No - we’re on the same team. Technically, I never have to fight you.”
Yang gives an impatient roll of her eyes. “Technically. But we should do this!” She will not be put off. “I don’t get it! What are you afraid of?”
‘Afraid’ would be the last word anyone would think to use to describe Blake at the current moment. Her expression hasn’t budged a bit. “I just don’t really think this would be a fair fight.”
“What?! Oh.” Yang is taken aback for a moment, but then she seems to grasp what Blake means. Or, what she thinks she means. “I get it. Are you worried about my semblance? I won’t hit really hard if you’re nervous! You don’t have to be scared!”
Blake looks no more scared than she had a second ago. “Um. I meant for you.”
This really throws Yang off. She blinks. “Huh?”
Blake stays mercifully quiet.
“But.. super strength.”
Only now do Blake’s lips quirk up into a subtle smirk. When she speaks, there is laughter in her tone. “That only works if you can actually touch your target.”
For a moment, Yang actually looks stunned. But it doesn’t take long for her to recover her lost grin and cool tone. With a cocky laugh, Yang takes to leaning on her hip, both hands resting at her sides. “You think you’re that fast?”
Blake’s smirk stretches. She closes her amber eyes and gives a nonchalant shrug. “I know I’m that fast.”
“Well you know me.” Yang throws her arms out before crossing them over her chest. “I’m always up for a challenge. Bring it on!”
She might as well at this point. Besides, now the whole thing seems like it could be sort of fun. Blake wastes no time. A shadow clone is left in her wake, and soon it’s hard to keep track of her.
It’s hard to keep track of the fight at all. Both Yang and Blake move so quickly. Yang misses every hit, but some of them almost barely. It’s enough to get Blake’s heart racing.
Eventually, however, it’s Yang that finds herself on the ground, pinned by her teammate.
Blake had wanted to say something, had planned to say something suave. “I told you I’m that fast.” Or something. Something playful, just to put a cap on things. Or- well, whatever.
It doesn’t matter. Now she finds herself silent. They’re both quiet. It’d be much easier if Yang made some sort of move, some sort of face. But she stays looking just as stunned as Blake feels.
Until, that is, she snickers. She’s grinning again. “Did you actually just pounce on me?”
Somehow, that ruins it. Blake returns to looking unimpressed. Her cheeks, however, flare a bright red, and she gets herself off of Yang to begin walking away.
Yang sits up and stays right where she is. “What! You totally did!!” Nothing seems to wipe the grin off the blonde’s face. (Secretly, there’s a hint of a smile spread across Blake’s lips as well.)
When considering Ferguson PD’s version of events, just remember these are the same corrupt assholes who once arrested the wrong guy, beat the shit out of him and then charged him with property damage for bleeding on their uniforms. They later admitted, when sued by the innocent man, that he hadn’t even done that.
In the course of the civil trial it was revealed that reports on incidents in which force was used are not put into the relevant officer’s file, so saying that Darren Wilson had no record of using force means NOTHING. No one in that department has use of force on their record, because that’s how they’ve designed the system.
Schottel got another unpleasant surprise when he sought the use-of-force history of the officers involved. He learned that before a new chief took over in 2010 the department had a surprising protocol for non-fatal use-of-force reports.
“The officer himself could complete it and give it to the supervisor for his approval,” the prior chief, Thomas Moonier, testified in a deposition. “I would read it. It would be placed in my out basket, and my secretary would probably take it and put it with the case file.”
No copy was made for the officer’s personnel file.
“Everything involved in an incident would generally be with the police report,” Moonier said. “I don’t know what they maintain in personnel files.”
“Who was in charge of personnel files, of maintaining them?” Schottel asked.
“I have no idea,” Moonier said. “I believe City Hall, but I don’t know.”
Schottel focused on the date of the incident.
“On September 20th, 2009, was there any way to identify any officers that were subject of one or more citizens’ complaints?” he asked.
“Not to my knowledge,” Moonier said.
“Was there any way to identify any officers who had completed several use-of-force reports?”
ok first there’s not like a monolithic group who determines who gets cast albums or not. that’s all on the producers and creators of the show to put together the funding for that. so show ‘a’ getting a cast recording means nothing in regards to show ‘b’
secondly dwsa did not get a cast album because many of the cast members would not have been able to participate in it which is pretty unfair considering how much work they put into it.