silver land

anonymous asked:

LOVE YOUR POST about your favorite TV shows but where's the one about your favorite movies? I can't find it on your blog.. by the way first time here but I'll definitely come back! Enjoy the rest of your day and thanks for sharing your tastes with us!

Oh sorry my darling, I removed the post a few days ago but if you really want to see it, here’s a new one just for you! It took me two hours to do it so have fun, haha.

40 movies (yes I know, it’s a lot) and you’ll find the titles of each of them at the end of this post. Kisses(:

Sin City / 30 Days of Nights / Blue Valentine / The Silver Linings Playbook / Dansgerous Liaisons / The Handmaiden / La La Land / Heartbeats / Moulin Rouge / The Neon Demon / Pulp Fiction / American Beauty / The Breakfast Club / The Perks of Being a Wallflower / 500 Days of Summer / The Sixth Sense / Edward Scissorhands / Eyes Wide Shut / Ex-Machina / Her / 8 Women / Drive / The Faculty / Leon / Royal Affair / Agora / Stoker / Black Swan / Mulholland Drive / A Swedish Love Story / Love Actually / Super 8 / Love, Rosie / Kaboom / Gone Girl / Mommy / Shutter Island / Gladiator / The Grandmaster / The Life of David Gale.

“Try my left pocket,” said Ridcully, when they were well aloft. “There’s something that belongs to you, I believe.”
Nervously, well aware of what a wizard’s pocket might hold, Vimes pulled out a bunch of paper flowers, a string of flags of all nations… and a silver cigar case.
“Landed on the Bursar’s head,” said the Archchancellor, steering around a seagull. “I hope it’s not damaged.”
“It’s… fine,” said Vimes. “Thank you. “Er… I’ll put it back for now, shall I? Don’t seem to have any pockets on me at the moment.”
It found its way back, Vimes thought. We’re home.
“And a suit of ornamental armor landed in the High Energy Magic building,” Ridcully went on, “and, I am happy to report, it is–”
“Very badly bent out of shape?” said Vimes. Ridcully hesitated. He was well aware of Vimes’s feelings of gilt.
“Excessively, your grace. Completely bent out of shape because of quantum thingummies, I suspect,” he said.

– the gilt puns continue | Terry Pratchett, Night Watch

I wonder about Ridcully and Vimes a lot. They barely interact in the books but they always seem friendly when they do and Ridcully is the only person I can think of besides Fred Colon and Sybil who ever calls Vimes “Sam.” How long have they known each other?

Moon of Fire Part v (Sastiel Sequel)

We are officially halfway through Moon of Fire! I hope hope hope you guys enjoy this part of Sastiel’s story, where you kind of sort of not really understand how the story will unfold? I can’t thank you guys enough for all your support, and them reactions are everything!!!

If you haven’t read A Court of Fire and Dreams:
Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV and Part V.

Moon of Fire:
Part i, Part ii, Part iii, Part iv, Part v

*****

He was in trouble.
Azriel knew the moment he laid his eyes on the blonde haired witch.
She was miles ahead of everyone, twisting and turning in the air as the horizon opened up to pink and yellow and orange hues.
Yellow like her hair glistening in the moonlight—swaying in the wind as she clawed for his throat.
He despised it—her stubbornness.
Despised the unfiltered, opinionated words that came out of her iron teethed mouth.
And despised her—not from the wound she gave him—but for this wild, unusual thing that’s filled his heart.

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s i l l a g e | pt. one

Pairing: Reader / Jeon Jeongguk.

Genre: Soulmate!AU where soulmates are drawn to one another by the infliction of physical touch, whether it be pain or pleasure. But it is only initiated once the two people somewhat interact.

Count: 5,366 words.

Warnings: Some filthy smut.


sillage

siːˈjɑːʒ/

noun

the scent that lingers in the air, the trail left in the water, the impression made in space after something or somebody has been and gone.


When the term soulmate comes to mind, it is often associated with the general ideas of romance, of fairytales and happily ever afters. It is blended with a scene of two inevitable lovers seeing each other for the first time across the room, maybe at a library basked in the warmth of a fireplace, or a cafe with an atmosphere tainted by the strong aroma of grounded coffee beans. They lock eyes, one smiles and raises an eyebrow in a silent hello, interacting without voice, just the smallest of gestures and expressions. Then, one lifts their hand, not in a wave, but rather to lay it softly on their own forearm where they ever so gently squeeze the muscle – and suddenly, across the expanse of distance that separates them, they are connected by the sensation of the touch blossoming over the same area of muscle on the other being, who remains with their hands unmoving in their lap, as if it were of their own doing.

All at once, their two separate worlds come together, the sun and moon align, the flowers over in the cracked vase bloom, once wilted petals flourishing, and the birds dancing across the windowsill start to sing in melodious harmony. They are connected, the two strangers, in pain and pleasure, they are one – experiencing the sillage, the impression made in space after something or someone has been and gone, but through the physical sensations that grace their body. Soulmates.

So when she meets him, bloodstream laced with the intoxication that only vodka can provide, ordering the largest bowl of miso at two in the morning from Sumo, the local ramen shop that is a hotspot for clubbers after a heavy night of consuming too much liquor – the last word that comes to mind when she stares into his glazed over, drunken eyes is soulmate.

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1958 Cessna 172 Skyhawk [N709SB] by Timothy Kalweit
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Landing at PAJN C/N: 46020

Valkyrie has the vapours

Sooo… I am on week 3 of being sick with bronchitis and/or walking pneumonia, so forgive me for my ramblings and for taking so long to post.  Here’s my report from the front lines.  (I’m without my laptop so this will be a challenge.)  You might want to grab a beverage because I’m going to put this all in one post.

THAT HORRIBLE FEELING WHEN YOU REALIZE YOU MIGHT NOT MAKE IT TO THE CON IN TIME:  I came down with a stomach bug on Wednesday night (on top of the bronchitis) and was too sick to fly on Thursday morning.  Though the airline was able to rebook me on an afternoon flight, delays meant I would miss my connection.  After an hour standing at the JFK ticket counter during which options slipped away, I was finally able to secure an alternative flight… but had to endure a coach window seat for 6 hours despite having paid for a first class seat.  Thank god for the copious amount of drugs in my system that I was able to remain calm and get a little nap before running through LAX, rebooking yet again when I discovered a better connecting flight, and finally arriving at SeaTac after 1:00 am - 12 hours after I was originally supposed to land. The silver lining was that I was too distracted by the drama to be nervous about what I would say to Cait and Sam.

WAIT, WE’RE QUEUING UP HOW EARLY?  Luckily @chrismosstree and @myguiltyolpleasure scoped out the situation on Thursday afternoon and figured out exactly when and where we needed to be.  I awoke around 5 am after a couple hours of sleep to bid them farewell as they headed for the convention center, taking advantage of their generous offer to hold a place for me in line. Despite being dizzy and queasy I made my way down the street to our “holding pen” outside the main hall to wait for the panel discussion with Sam and Cait.   We were able to meet up with the lovely @supertam87, @sileas84, and @side-eyeing-you and chatted with a lot of other fans while we waited… and waited… and waited.  Seriously, you guys, attending a comic con is all about standing around and monitoring your fluid intake to make sure you don’t have to go to the bathroom at the wrong time.  Luckily I was dehydrated from the decongestants so I didn’t have to worry too much.

OH, MY GOD, IT’S STARTING!  Being in line so early paid off as we got 5th row center seats in the auditorium.  The hall was huge and completely filled up in a matter of minutes.  I feel like you miss so much in the room because you’re trying to switch from watching them on stage, to seeing them blown up on the screens to the side of the stage, to snapping pics, to trying to anticipate whether they are about to do something cute so your camera is at the ready.  Initial impression was that the panel was merely okay, but I’m jaded by having attended the NYC Apple Store event last year where it was a much more intimate setting and they were less guarded.  I’ll have to watch the video to see what I missed because I’ve seen a lot of cute gifs on tumblr.

GOOD LORD, HAVE THESE PEOPLE NEVER MANAGED LINES BEFORE?  The convention organizers came across as very disorganized.  Rather than routing us toward the hall through a series of roped off rows like an airport security checkpoint, we were crammed together in a pen behind some gates like cattle in a feed yard about to go to slaughter.  That set the tone for the day as staff struggled to figure out what to do with us as we queued for photo ops and autograph sessions.  All sense of time was lost as we stood packed cheek to jowl in very stuffy conditions.  By the time we approached our solo pics with Sam I was a sweaty mess - some combination of nerves, the cramped quarters, and the Robitussin.

A TOTAL OUT OF BODY EXPERIENCE:  I turned into a blithering idiot during the photo ops.  For those of you who haven’t done this before, the process is similar to school picture day but with more yelling.  There is a tiny mirror hanging outside this curtained off area.  I seriously thought I was going to hyperventilate as we got close to the front of the line.  You have only a second to realize you are a sweaty mess before you give your ticket to someone and are waved into the booth.  You see Sam smiling with a fan plastered to his side while a photographer screams, “READY!”  *click* “NEXT!”  Then you are thrust toward Sam and he says hello while clasping you tightly.  You are too tongue-tied to say anything and too blinded by his beauty to look him in the eye.  "READY!“ *click* "NEXT!”  It’s over.  You can’t believe it happened, but you assume it did. Emotions were running high and we skipped away, giggling uncontrollably.  Then got back in line for the joint photo op and the solo Cait session…. which took all afternoon.  Observations: I’m shorter than I thought I was after seeing myself next to them.  Sam’s jacket is unbelievably soft and I’m surprised I didn’t pet him (or maybe I did - who can remember).  He smells really good (not that @chrismosstree would know…).  He’s also thinner than I expected.  Not skinny, but not beefy like in S1.  (He’s the same height as my brother but seems so much taller.) Cait’s legs are ridiculously long and her waist is in line with my bust.  She glows. It was all a blur.  I pride myself on being unflapable, but I was - well - flapped.  I was shy and embarrassed and nervous and excited and couldn’t put a sentence together, all at the same time. 

“THAT IS SO COOL!”  On to the autograph session and a two hour wait to deliver the Doll Frasers to Cait.  They had been packed in their little trunk and carried around all day while I mentally rehearsed what I would say.  A few people asked what was in the box (I carried it in a giant clear zip lock bag to guard again rain.) As I explained that our friend makes costumes for a set of Jamie and Claire dolls and poses them in scenes from the show, one woman asked if @outlanderedandoverhere had a booth at the con where she could buy her own set!  (There’s an idea for a revenue stream, Fiona…)  There were handlers taking each item to be autographed and passing them to Cait and Sam so that by the time you were in front of them the item was signed and you could be on your way.  I was a little worried that they might not allow gifts because I didn’t see anyone in front of me doing it and I had visions of carrying the trunk around for the next week only to have to ship it back to the U.K.  I knew I had to be quick and concise, so I removed the trunk from the bag and unlatched the lid.  I flipped it open and set the thr trunk down in front of Cait, telling her that we saw the Doll Fraser calendar on the wall in their makeup trailer and thought the cast and crew might like their own set of dolls to play with.  She said, “Yeah, yeah!” and lit up like a Christmas tree.  Seriously, smiling ear to ear and digging through the trunk.  I pointed out the charity t-shirts and she said, “That is so cool!”  She just could not stop staring at them while I babbled on about how the Doll Frasers have been adopted by our community.  Finally the handler tried to move on to the next fan and Cait sighed and reluctantly closed the trunk before tucking it under the table.  She even made a little sqeeing noise.  Sam was sitting too far away and occupied with signing to notice, and they were running waaay behind, so there was noopportunity to alert him to the transaction. However, the Doll Frasers were clearly a hit.  No telling where they go from here (I assume all gifts were sent to production offices in Scotland) but hopefully we’ll see or hear about them again at some point.

After that we were FINALLY finished for the day and headed out to meet up with other fans for dinner.  And, honestly, that was the best part of this event: meeting up with so many of you.  I have laughed (and coughed) so much in the last week that my abs might actually form a “six pack.” 😂  And I love how willing everyone is to share their experience and that so many are interested.

Some of you have asked about the cock blocking story.  It’s not that interesting and requires props and facial expressions to convey properly so it’s best done in person.  For some reason (ahem, @c2bend and @rainmanjdog) it’s taken on a life of its own.  Truly, I’m not trying to be a tease so I’ll see if I can figure out a way to tell it with @chrismosstree’s help.  We’re off to dinner now but will be back online later. 

tl:dr  Overall impressions are that Sam seemed very tired and a little guarded, Cait could not have been more lovely nor down to earth, and that we are an amazing, funny, smart, and lovely group of women.  Mwah!

[Nurseydex] Two Boys Questin’

Summary: Dex is destined to fall in love with the sleeping princess, and Nursey lets him because their love will save Nursey’s kingdom. Given this, it’s rather cruel of Dex to come around and claim that he’s in love with Nursey too.

[AO3]


A boy of fire, and fire his hair,
This hero will the king’s seed save.
Golden the key, in dragon’s lair,
Locked in the whistling silver cave.
Catch fairy light, land the winged mare,
Steal truth from the lost ones in the abyss.
The champion’s beloved is the throne’s true heir:
The curse lives but with the True Love’s Kiss.

So they have come from “Every redheaded son of a smith can fit your ‘hero’ and you pick me?” to this.

He and Will have retrieved the lost map of the kingdom from the treacherous Island of the Crosses in the underworld itself. Needless to say, that was quite a journey, magical winged horse or not. The map guided them north, past the impenetrable sea of roiling ivy—here. Outside the castle where the sleeping princess lies.

The day before, Derek sat across Will after they carved out a little cave for themselves among the brambles and laid out camp. Not even a year ago, Will had been a scrawny fifth son of the Samwellton ironsmith, stumbling across the then-unconscious Derek in the town’s frigid shores. Derek himself hadn’t quite believed this cranky, blushing boy was the champion of the riddle—until, that was, they managed to slay a dragon together quite on accident.

By the crackling campfire, Will looked at him with unbarred intensity. Derek, who had been flirting with Will unabashedly up until a week ago, looked away.

“Nurse,” Will said. “Why are you looking for the throne’s heir?”

“As I’ve told you a million times, Dex, I owe my life to the king and queen’s generosity,” drawled Derek, trying for—and failing to hit—that smugness that ticked off Will so much. “And as the last surviving member of the royal guard, it’s my duty to wake the princess from her curse.”

“You don’t remember anything about her.”

That was true. Over the past year he had begun recovering most of his memories, but none regarding the beautiful princess of this lost kingdom. But curses worked in mysterious ways. Maybe the magical invaders of his kingdom hadn’t wanted him to know the princess’s visage before they expelled him.

“But I remember my life debt to her parents,” Derek said. “And the riddle to find her. That’s enough.”

“Derek,” Will began again.

“Dex,” Derek mocked.

“Stop,” Will said steadily. “Listen. I said it before, and I’ll say it again: I need you to know that—”

Derek stood up. The fire between them wobbled, then straightened.

“You can’t,” Derek pushed the words out. “God, you can’t do this to me, Will. You can’t tell me you love me when you know you’re going to fall in love with someone else when we reach the castle.”

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I survived the Columbine High School Shooting

I survived the Columbine High School shooting By Melissa Miller

A student shares her terrifying story

From Scope

Melissa Miller, 15, hid behind a truck while seniors Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold sprayed bullets and threw pipe bombs into the parking lot of Columbine High School. On that tragic afternoon last April, Eric, 18, and Dylan, 17, killed 12 students and a teacher, wounded 23 students, and then killed themselves. Many have said that Eric and In seventh and eighth grade, kids called me names, pushed me against the lockers, and snapped pennies at my head. I was miserable and lonely. Every night, I cried and begged my mom to let me go to another school.

So, I understand what it’s like to be picked on. But I can’t understand why anyone would turn to guns. Guns are not the answer. I learned that on April 20, 1999. That day was definitely the worst day of my life.

Not a Prank

I was in the Columbine parking lot when I heard the first explosion. I thought it had to be a firecracker—some kind of senior prank. Then, I looked up and saw the backs of two guys in black trench coats. They were standing at the top of the hill near the rear entrance to the school. It was Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold. I didn’t know their names then, but I’d seen them around. My friends and I would move out of their way in the halls. They scared us.

As Eric and Dylan turned around, I saw that they had guns. I still thought it was a prank. I figured the rifles had to be paintball guns. Eric and Dylan had no expressions on their faces. They showed no emotion—not anger, not hatred.

Then, they opened fire. Bullets struck students on the sidewalk, in the parking lot, and on the hill. My friend Anne Marie was standing on the sidewalk right below them. It looked like they shot her in the stomach. She doubled over and then fell on her back. Her knees flipped to the side. She didn’t get up. She just stayed crumpled on the ground. That was what made me realize–oh, my God!–it was no joke. It wasn’t red paint on the ground. It was blood. Dylan were trying to get back at students who had mocked and bullied them during their four years at the Littleton, Colorado, high school. Below, Melissa—who knows how it feels to be picked on—shares her ideas for how students who feel alienated can turn things around without violence. She also tells the dramatic story of her escape from the shooting.

I was terrified. I quickly ducked behind a white truck. I did not dare look up. Crouched behind a tire, I was scared to move an inch.

Then, a silver cylinder landed about five feet from me. I could smell the burning and see smoke coming out of both ends, so I covered my head with my hands. I didn’t know it then, but it was a pipe bomb. In seconds, the bomb exploded and shrapnel rained down on the pavement around me. Somehow I didn’t get hit with any shrapnel. Just a few seconds later, there was another pipe bomb, and it came even closer to me. Again, by some miracle, I wasn’t hit at all.

Eric and Dylan opened fire again. It didn’t sound the way gunfire sounds in the movies. Each shot was like a dart hitting a dartboard. Nothing sounded the way you’d expect. No one was screaming or yelling at them to stop. It was actually really quiet.

A boy who’d been shot in the leg (I don’t know his name) got up and ran away. Blood spurted through his fingers as he held onto his wound. Before he reached safety, he looked back over his shoulder at the gunmen. His eyes were so large, and filled with pure terror and pain.

The look on his face will haunt me for the rest of my life. I just hope it’s a look that no one has to see or give ever again.

Eric and Dylan had stopped shooting. They’d gone inside. I started to run away. Then, I hesitated. Should I try to help Anne Marie? She was lying there, still not moving. I decided that the best thing would be to get real help.

As the gunshots rang out inside the school, I ran across the soccer field. At the same time, this unbelievable stream of people, of panic, came out of the cafeteria. That’s when the screaming started. Everyone was screaming. To get off of school grounds, I had to make it over a tall chain link fence. Somehow—don’t ask me how—I just sailed over it. I was like Xena. The best way I can describe it is that I was on a mission. I was running so fast that I could barely breathe. I thought my heart was going to pop.

Finally, I saw a house with an open garage. I ran in. There was a phone, so I called 911. The house belonged to an elderly couple who let me in and helped me contact my parents.

As I waited to be picked up, I watched the news. I cried and cried as ambulances took my friends, including Anne Marie, away. (For days, I didn’t know if Anne Marie was alive or dead.) On TV, I could see my bookbag lying in the parking lot where I’d left it.

Memorial items for Columbine: wreath with angel Beanie Babies, and book made by a first grade class I didn’t get my bookbag back until June. When I did, it brought back all of my fear. My bag had been trampled on as students ran for their lives. My hairbrush was broken, and all of my books were damaged.

A Place to Belong

Eric and Dylan ruined so many lives. They were outcasts, but violence is never a solution. In junior high, I was tortured. I didn’t wear the right clothes, and I didn’t have the right hair. I had zero friends. But when I started at Columbine, I changed my situation. I joined the marching band and made tons of friends. Now the people that were so mean to me in junior high are signing my yearbook and giving me hugs in the hall.

I found a place to belong. If you’re an outcast, you don’t have to resort to violence. Join a club. Columbine offers clubs like the outdoors club, the Bible club, the chess club. There are tons of activities that you don’t have to be an athlete or the smartest person in the world to participate in. High school doesn’t have to be so terrible.

If Eric and Dylan had tried to turn their lives around, maybe 12 of my peers wouldn’t be dead maybe Anne Marie wouldn’t be learning to walk again.

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                                                                  “Expecto Patronum!
From the tip of his wand burst the silver doe: she landed on the office floor, bounded once across the office, and soared out of the window. Dumbledore watched her fly away, and as                 her silvery glow faded he turned back to Snape, and his eyes were full of tears.
                                                                   "After all this time?“
                                                                            ”Always

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The first time she sees them they are curled around each other in an overgrown part of the walled garden, hidden in overgrown shrubs and weeds and the heavy, moss-covered boulders left over from when the spot used to be a rockery.

She’s old enough now to understand that it’s different, that the other children in her class live with both their parents, that there are two silver Land Rovers in her classmates’ country house drives rather than one. When her mother visits she sits at the top of the stairs listening to them argue and bicker over what feels like nothing to her.

She presses her cheek against the cool rock she hides behind, not wanting to ruin it. Her heart flutters, sure that this is their reconciliation, and in her head she imagines her mother joining her father on parents’ day at her school, the two of them walking hand in hand as they talk to her teachers and admire her artwork hung on the walls; she imagines proudly telling her classmates that she can’t stay to play because her mother is calling her.

But in the morning Céilí leaves as usual, a kiss on Effie’s cheek and not so much as a backward glance at her father, and that is the first time that Effie realises love is not a real thing, not really - it’s something where you lie and say things that aren’t true; it’s a game you play, pretend, make-believe - and the first rule is that you both know you’re lying.

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Tatsuya’s profiles are also always interesting. I really like reading about him.

Nickname: Tachan タッちゃん (タ means ta and ッ markes a geminate consonant, which is represented by the doubling of the consonant (except when the following consonant is ch))
Height: 181cm
Weight: 68kg
Bloodtype: B
Birthday: 8.21
Age: 18
Occupation: student in the third year at Seven Sisters High
Looks: Tall and handsome boy. Looks like an adult (大人). Has a knife scar on his back.
Habit: flicking the cap of a silver lighter
Sport: land sports (he is very fast)
Favorite subjects: English 英語, Pysical education 体育。

• Family Members:
Father: retired police officer (his retirement was forced)
Mother
Older brother: Suou Katsuya, a serious elite type and also a police officer

• Interest:
Motorcycle: fixing his bike (バイク) which he uses often
watching the stars: reminds him of the happy times in childhood
sleeping

• Special Skills:
can imitate a bike engine
falling asleep everywhere

• Favorite Food:
steak ステーキ (raw since he likes the taste of blood). Tatsuya seems to eat lots of meat in general since his EP World profile also mentions meat as his favorite food
potato chips ポテトチップス with Nori/seawood flavor

• Least Favorite Food:
intestines of a salted squid (気持ち悪い – disgusting)
anything with anko (red bean paste) since it is sticky

• Has difficulties with:
boneless animals
Brother since he is too elite and perfectionist like
Father since Tatsuya originally admired him however sees him as weak and powerless now
Mother because she doesn’t say anything and never interferes and takes everything as it is
Ginko since she chases him
Saeko-sensei (she annoys him since she can see all his problems)

• Future Dreams:
Inspired by Maya to be able to show people what their ideals are.

Astrological Nature:
Element: Fire (active, agressive & confident)
Star: Sun (represents life & control)
Compatiable Arcana: Hangman, Sun, World
Special Persona: Apollo, Vulcanus, Vulcanus (modified,changed) Prime