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My Taylor Swift Experience

So on Sunday (6/25) my mom took me to the Taylor Swift Experience in Cleveland Mississippi. We drove 12 hours on Saturday (from Ohio to Mississippi) and stayed only one night, leaving to go home after going to the museum on Sunday.

It was for my 18th birthday (Saturday 7/1) and it was a mystery road trip. My mom gave me clues to open on the way and I had an idea that we were going there so I packed my tour shirt (the album cover one), a black skirt, and my sneaky cat keds just in case. The trip itself was fun. I wore my Red tour shirt and we listened to all the albums and talked about Taylor a lot. (My mom is a converted Swiftie.)

THIS IS THE GOOD PART

So we got to the museum about a half hour before it opened and just hung out. We took some pictures of the signs and sculptures and then they opened. My mom had called ahead so they were expecting us and knew it was for my birthday. We walk in and buy our tickets and there is no one else there. It is completely empty. So we take a picture in front of the giant Grammy in the entry way and suddenly I hear love story. The exhibit was in a side room and walking in was magical. There’s neon lights and Taylor’s music videos are playing on that giant stereo and dance floor (which is as cool as Taylor made it look) and there are flat screen with like videos of performances (IDWLF from SSN and Wildest Dreams/Enchanted from tour) and an interview and one with like home videos and stuff. There’s a recording studio where you can sing along to WANEGBT with Taylor and HER CLOTHES. HOLY CRAP IT WAS INSANE. LIKE HER TOUR COSTUMES FROM 1989 I HAVE SEEN IN PERSON BUT THEY ARE SO MUCH MORE REAL UP CLOSE. HER TOUR PIANO WAS A LITTLE BANGED UP AND HAD SILVER DUCT TAPE IN PLACES. HER COSTUMES WERE MISSING RHINESTONES. IT WAS ALL SO REAL IT WAS LEGIT BREATHTAKING. THE MEAN BANJO AND THE SPARKLY GUITAR AND HER HAND WRITTEN LYRICS AND GIFTS FROM SWIFTIES AND EVERYTHING WAS SO INCREDIBLE I LEGIT DID NOT WANT TO LEAVE. But I had to.

So we went to the gift shop and while I was looking at shirts the assistant manager ran over with a bouquet of flowers and hand it it me and says Happy Birthday. I’m like thanks and he took a picture of my Mom and I in front of the Grammy and then we left.

Tl;Dr The Taylor Swift Experience is incredible and I wish I could live there

ANNI IS MOVING = NO INTERNET

On the upcoming Saturday (July 1) I will be moving to a new place as my contract at the current place ends. Now this would normally mean nothing special but our new place, as of now, has no internet connection whatsoever. Out of the seven of us who will be living in the house for the next uni year, I might end up being the only one who will actually be at the house over the summer as five of the guys have already left and the last one is fairly uncertain if he is going to be at the house or not. The last guy is the one who has made it his responsibility to wire the house up aka take care of the internet situation but as it is unsure when this will actually get done, I will be on hiatus until then.

Scumbag Aunt ripped off my Grandma for years, I put my nose in her business and had the IRS financially ruin her.

This is going to be long, so TL; DR; Aunt screwed over my Grandma for years, I put my nose in her business, got parents wise on the fraud and eventually reported her to the IRS. The long dick of the IRS bankrupted her and her husband and now they are destitute and too old to work. 


This happened about 5 years ago. My Grandma was getting old, late 80s/early 90s. She had one wish, to not die in a senior home. Easily done as my Grandpa sold some assets way back when, then invested the money and let it ride for 30+ years; he never touched it and collected a pension.

Way back when my Grandpa died, (about 10 years before this), my Grandma appointed my dad, this shitty aunt and my uncle as the Trustees of the trust. Basically the trusted advisors for her and her care for the foreseeable future. All was well in the beginning, then my dad (Willy) moved further away and couldn’t take care of the day to day upkeep as the Trustee and to see that my grandma was ok. My aunt (Rebecca) told her that she and my uncle (Fred, who lived in Arizona) could take over and all would be fine. It was fine for a while.

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Miraculous Ladybug - Final Showdown

Adrien Agreste has always worked to keep a schedule. Even when he is late, it’s planned, he has a reason, he is prepared. 

Just once, Adrien Agreste was nearly too late. Just once, Chat Noir was completely unprepared.

Running, leaping, falling, and praying, Chat Noir flips over a building turret, hoping, needing to not be too late. The people of Paris see a black blur streaking towards the Notre Dame, or they would have were they not fleeing in fear, away from the vaunted cathedral. 

He’s opposite the Notre Dame, the only thing in his way the glittering Seine. Most days, he would be fascinated with its beauty. Today, all he can focus on is the whirl of reds and blacks and purples, clashing in a horrible dance atop one of Paris’ most coveted tourist spots. 

Just for a moment, the dance slows. Just for a moment, Adrien sees his ethereal Ladybug. 

Bruises of every color litter her skin, her flashy crimson suit worse for the wear. There’s blood flowing from her left ear and Adrien feels a fury rise in him, realizing how close Hawkmoth was to stealing the Ladybug Paris treasured. With the fury comes a crushing sense of guilt. Here a villain with aspirations of world domination, a man who craved nothing but the downfall of the admired teen superheroes, a monster, had been planning his great finale. 

And, where was Adrien?

In Spain, on vacation, enjoying Nathalie’s lilted Spanish and the cacophonous streets of Madrid. 

He had been taking a jovial stroll in the Plaza Mayor while Ladybug, sweet Ladybug, was calling out to him, asking for help from her other half, trusting him to be there. 

Adrien remembered, seeing her face plastered across an LED screen, “Una tragedia en Francia.” A tragedy in France.   

He had run. Ran and leaped and fallen and prayed.

Please. Please let me not be too late.

Now, Chat Noir zeroes in on his partner, using his baton to leap the Seine and skirting up the side of the Notre Dame with ease, landing a flying kick to Hawk Moth’s chest as the corrupt Miraculous holder gets a little too close to Ladybug for his liking. 

With the villain busy reeling, he whips towards his beloved where she’s frozen, startled. Then she’s moving, but not in a good way. Up close, he can see it’s much worse than he’s thought originally. She’s bruised, bloody, and beaten, and she’s tired. He can see in those beautiful blues how exhausted she is, having to transform and release over and over and over again. Over and over with no one to help her. Because he wasn’t there

She moves, and Adrien watches as Paris’ femme fatal collapses on herself, fatigued muscles finally giving out. No doubt, she’d been running on adrenaline for quite some time now, and he was her relief. The energy she had been forced to maintain drained out of her and then she was falling, but this time, he was there to catch her.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he repeats it like a mantra into her hair as he holds her to him as gently as possible, “I wasn’t even here, wasn’t here to support you, to fight with you, to protect you when you needed it most, I’m-”

“Shh, kitty, don’t apologize.”

The world around them is burning but she is calm and collected. She is a hero.

“But I have to. I wasn’t here, Ladybug, and now look at you, you’re hurt, you’re-”

She cuts him off a second time, and this time she’s smiling. Her lip is split and there’s a scratch across her cheek but she’s smiling.

“Listen to me,” her hands come up to cup his face, “This is not your fault. Okay? It’s not. There is no way you could have known, Chat Noir. I was just lucky enough to be around.”

She laughs then, rusty and mingled with a cough, but there’s love and trust and happiness in it and Adrien kind of really wants to cry. The sky is blue, the birds are singing, and there’s a final showdown taking place on the Notre Dame. Just a few miles away, civilians are enjoying the Louvre without much cause for distress. But to Chat Noir and Ladybug, their whole world is this ancient Gothic cathedral. Everything ends here. The big boss battle, as Nino would call it. Except this is real life and they don’t respawn if they die. 

“It’s going to be okay, kitty. I know what’s going to happen, what you have to do, she told me, Tikki told me. It won’t be easy, but you’re going to do it Chat Noir. Paris needs you to. I need you to. I believe in you.”

It’s fond and confusing, but then Ladybug is closing her eyes and Adrien feels the panic rising in his throat. No, no, no, not her, not her

There’s a soft glow at her feet, and Adrien watches, unable to move, as Ladybug becomes Marinette Dupain-Cheng. A small part of him is glad, glad its her, he had begun to see the signs and hoped against all hope it was her. Wonderful, clumsy, kind-hearted Marinette, with a penchant for sass, though only around his alter ego. There had been something so Ladybug about her, and as he had become closer to her as both Adrien and Chat Noir, he had become almost certain. 

Now, Chat Noir wishes it wasn’t her. Wishes it wasn’t Marinette’s body he was holding in his arms. The panic consumes him until his ear flutters, and he hears the telltale thump of her heartbeat, and relief slackens his body. His attention is taken by a weak squeaking by his ear, and he turns to see a wide-eyed, beat up looking, crimson Plagg. Marinette’s kwami. Before he can speak, she’s cutting him off. In a different situation he’d laugh at how alike both kwami and holder were. 

“There isn’t time to explain, but Marinette most likely told you something. Her body can’t take another transformation, but I have just enough energy left for one more. You need to let me into your Miraculous. I know it sounds crazy, but this is what Chat Noir and Ladybug were meant for. This is the power of the two most powerful Miraculouses.” 

It’s a lot to take in and Adrien honestly doesn’t understand, but he nods, setting his shoulders. He will avenge Marinette, and he will beat Hawk Moth. For the both of them. For the world.

He holds his ring hand out to the tired kwami, who takes a deep breath before diving head on, into his ring. For a moment, she simply disappears. Then Adrien feels it, the soft tingling and a buildup of, of something, a feeling. His suit begins to change, ebony fading to a pretty violet, golden whorls interspersed evenly. He feels his claws grow sharper, metallic gold, and gauntlets rise to encase his forearms. His baton alters as well, the ends tapering off to a point. At his hip, rests a yo-yo, similar to the one his partner is famous for. 

As the transformation completes, Adrien recognizes the emotion welling within him. Protectiveness. Ladybug is creation, Chat Noir is destruction. Together, they are protection from all evils that threaten the people they love.

Light glints off the tip of his gauntlet as Adrien Agreste storms towards the moth who flew too close to the light, eyes blazing gold.

author’s note - so while i do think it’s probably going to be mari who does the whole chat noir/ladybug combination jazz and i love that, i think it would work really well for adrien too? we’ve seen the lengths he has gone to to protect ladybug(he died for goodness’ sake) and i thought it would be interesting to write! thanks for reading :)

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Remember, everything will be alright,
We can meet again somewhere,
Somewhere far away from here.

happy early birthday @the-littlethiings

TV Shows

Week Ending April 24th, 2017

  1. Skam
  2. Voltron: Legendary Defender +1
  3. 13 Reasons Why −1
  4. Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir
  5. Samurai Jack +1
  6. Steven Universe +2
  7. Doctor Who +2
  8. Riverdale −3
  9. Rupaul’s Drag Race +1
  10. Pretty Little Liars
  11. Supernatural −4
  12. Supergirl −1
  13. Saturday Night Live −1
  14. Shadowhunters +4
  15. Brooklyn Nine-Nine −1
  16. Big Brother Canada −3
  17. Once Upon a Time +2
  18. Gravity Falls
  19. Rick and Morty −3
  20. Star vs. the Forces of Evil −3

The number in italics indicates how many spots a title moved up or down from the previous week. Bolded titles weren’t on the list last week.

World renowned K-Pop band, BTS, received custom Anaheim Ducks jerseys from Honda Center’s President, Tim Ryan and Director of Booking, JoAnn Armstrong and Senior Vice President of AEG Live/Goldenvoice, Susan Rosenbluth, on Saturday, April 1 before performing to two sold-out crowds at Honda Center in Anaheim, Calif.

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Mid- season hiatus

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Episode 8

Episode 9

Episode 10

Bonus: 

Season 4 Trailer- Posted Friday, April 7, 2017 at 12:00 pm

Season 4 Trailer reversed

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As a neonatal intensive care nurse, Lauren Bloomstein had been taking care of other people’s babies for years. Finally, at 33, she was expecting one of her own. The prospect of becoming a mother made her giddy, her husband Larry recalled recently— “the happiest and most alive I’d ever seen her.”

Other than some nausea in her first trimester, the pregnancy went smoothly. Lauren was “tired in the beginning, achy in the end,” said Jackie Ennis, her best friend since high school, who talked to her at least once a day. “She gained what she’s supposed to. She looked great, she felt good, she worked as much as she could” — at least three 12-hour shifts a week until late into her ninth month. Larry, a doctor, helped monitor her blood pressure at home, and all was normal.

On her days off she got organized, picking out strollers and car seats, stocking up on diapers and onesies. After one last pre-baby vacation to the Caribbean, she and Larry went hunting for their forever home, settling on a brick colonial with black shutters and a big yard in Moorestown, N.J., not far from his new job as an orthopedic trauma surgeon in Camden. Lauren wanted the baby’s gender to be a surprise, so when she set up the nursery she left the walls unpainted — she figured she’d have plenty of time to choose colors later. Despite all she knew about what could go wrong, she seemed untroubled by the normal expectant-mom anxieties. Her only real worry was going into labor prematurely. “You have to stay in there at least until 32 weeks,” she would tell her belly. “I see how the babies do before 32. Just don’t come out too soon.”

When she reached 39 weeks and six days — Friday, Sept. 30, 2011 — Larry and Lauren drove to Monmouth Medical Center in Long Branch, the hospital where the two of them had met in 2004 and where she’d spent virtually her entire career. If anyone would watch out for her and her baby, Lauren figured, it would be the doctors and nurses she worked with on a daily basis. She was especially fond of her obstetrician/gynecologist, who had trained as a resident at Monmouth at the same time as Larry. Lauren wasn’t having contractions, but she and the ob/gyn agreed to schedule an induction of labor — he was on call that weekend and would be sure to handle the delivery himself.

Inductions often go slowly, and Lauren’s labor stretched well into the next day. Ennis talked to her on the phone several times: “She said she was feeling okay, she was just really uncomfortable.” At one point, Lauren was overcome by a sudden, sharp pain in her back near her kidneys or liver, but the nurses bumped up her epidural and the stabbing stopped.

Inductions have been associated with higher cesarean-section rates, but Lauren progressed well enough to deliver vaginally. On Saturday, Oct. 1, at 6:49 p.m., 23 hours after she checked into the hospital, Hailey Anne Bloomstein was born, weighing 5 pounds, 12 ounces. Larry and Lauren’s family had been camped out in the waiting room; now they swarmed into the delivery area to ooh and aah, marveling at how Lauren seemed to glow.

Larry floated around on his own cloud of euphoria, phone camera in hand. In one 35-second video, Lauren holds their daughter on her chest, stroking her cheek with a practiced touch. Hailey is bundled in hospital-issued pastels and flannel, unusually alert for a newborn; she studies her mother’s face as if trying to make sense of a mystery that will never be solved. The delivery room staff bustles in the background in the low-key way of people who believe everything has gone exactly as it’s supposed to.

Then Lauren looks directly at the camera, her eyes brimming.

Twenty hours later, she was dead.

Focus On Infants During Childbirth Leaves U.S. Moms In Danger

Here’s the Cartoon Network schedule for Monday, March 27 to Sunday, April 2, excluding Saturday, April 1.

For some reason, the official source for CN’s backdoor schedule has April 1st completely blank. April Fools surprise?

Anyways, new movie this week (Open Season 3) and Clarence and Steven Universe get their Sunday slots back if things work as planned. Weekday schedule keeps the lack in variety but with one extra show now.

New episodes this week:

  • Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs - Last week of the month long premiere bomb, Mon-Thurs at 5:30p
  • Teen Titans Go! - Friday at 6:00p
  • The Powerpuff Girls - Friday at 7:45p
  • Justice League Action and LEGO Nexo Knights - Supposedly on Saturday, dunno for sure.

Top 3 shows:

  1. Teen Titans Go! - 125 - 40% (lowest percentage I’ve seen in a while)
  2. The Amazing World of Gumball - 84 - 27%
  3. Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs - 58 - 18%

The top 3 shows are 85% of the schedule.