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.

[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.

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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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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!

4

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.

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.

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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                                                                  “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

bookgirl318  asked:

HI! I love this blog. Thank you all for doing this for fans. The stories are all absolutely wonderful My birthday is March 18th, and I would love to have a story. I love fairy tale based stories, so anything with Peeta and Katniss in that format would be a wonderful birthday gift.

Originally posted by justheronly

Wishing you the happiest of birthdays! To help you celebrate in style, the always amazing @norbertsmom has crafted this delightful Everlark story just for you! Enjoy!


The Jabberjay and the Mockingbird

Rating: T

A/N: Happy birthday! This fairy tale is loosely based on Disney’s Sleeping Beauty, with gender swaps and many other changes along the way. It’s not really a drabble, as it’s just over 6k words, oops. I hope you like it. Enjoy.

Special thanks to @mega-aulover who beta read this for me.


The Jabberjay and the Mockingbird

A long time ago in the land of Panem lived the beloved King Aurik and his beautiful Queen Emma Rae. They were fair and kind, beloved by all, but they were surrounded by sadness for they longed to have a child. And the queen’s childbearing years were coming near to an end.

Desperate to provide her husband and the kingdom with an heir, the queen crept out of bed one night after she was certain her husband was fast asleep. She looked out her bedchamber window toward the bright green star that sat low on the horizon over the Rock Mountains to the west. Legend said that the cost was high, but if you were willing to pay the price, you must wish upon the star for 7 consecutive nights for the wish to come true.  As the queen, she had great wealth, so she had the means to pay whatever the cost. She closed her eyes and whispered her plea.

The queen repeated her wish every night for seven nights straight.

When she finished reciting her wish on the seventh night the green star appeared to grow. It became so much brighter than it had been. It grew in size until the queen realized that the star was actually coming closer. The bright green light that she thought was a star flew up into the tallest tower in the castle.

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queen-max  asked:

(1/2)Ok so I was reading this Silver meta that covers his entire character arc (less episode ten because I think it was written before it aired) that made some very good and interesting points. However, one thing that stuck out to me was his lost leg was kind of glossed over, and one of the assessments regarding his character, while true of many of his actions, contradicts that particular one.

(2/2) It got me thinking. What are your thoughts on it? I came late to the fandom so this has probably been discussed before, but it’s one of the defining points of Silver’s story, and I want to know everyone’s thoughts.

Ok, so this answer got truly excessive. It’s ridiculous. I thought I was barely scratching the surface of things there were to say about the significance of the loss of Silver’s leg to his character arc, but then it got longer than most of the undergrad essays I ever wrote (final word count 3110…). Yikes. I don’t know if I went overboard, or whether there really is just that much to point out, but this became a literal essay with quotes and everything. Suffice it to say, I think my one line tl;dr is: ‘if you write about Silver’s character arc without talking about the loss of his leg then you’re really missing a lot, because it ties into everything’. Either that or I’m reaching and rambling and I need to not do that.

A longer tl;dr: The loss of his leg opened up a whole world of new experiences for Silver. It forced him to feel and do and be things he had spent a long time carefully shutting out, and in doing so it didn’t just turn him into a new person, but a person who was at odds with all of the things he had built his previous life upon.

I’ll put the rest under a cut, because otherwise I’d be a dash-clogging monster.

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Reference: The British Raj!

This is going to be a long post… When I search up APH India fanart, I see India, and then I see England. I see a lot of England. This isn’t wrong, of course. England plays a big part in Indian history. But how exactly can we define their relationship historically? The answer lies in the British Raj. 

Why did the British even want India? 

India was rich. Each of the rulers of the various kingdoms making up the subcontinent had their own share of treasures such as precious jewels and all kinds of items made of gold and silver. The land was also filled with natural resources. The conquest started out as an innocent trading venture in the 1600s, but after the American Revolutionary War (1775-1783), the Napoleonic Wars (1803-1815), and various other wars which Britain took part in, the British needed more money, and fast. 

How did Britain take over India? 

In order to find out, we need to go all the way back to the year 1600 AD, when the British East India Company was founded. “The Company,” as I’ll refer to it from now on, was a group of merchants who basically wanted to trade and use land in India. After 1600, a bunch of other countries decided to copy England (the Netherlands, France, Portugal, and Denmark) and make their own companies, so yes, those countries did control parts of India at the time! Now, the best way to describe how the Company took over large parts of India is that they allied with compliant native rulers and took over the land of the less willing native rulers. In 1857, the Indian people rebelled against the company. They were crushed by the British forces and authority was transferred from the Company to the government of the UK. This was the beginning of the British Raj. 

What parts of India were included in British India? 

All of it, and a little more, I’m sorry to say. British India included Pakistan, Bangladesh, and at some times Upper and Lower Burma, Somaliland, Aden, and Singapore (even through the last three aren’t even near India). 

What happened during the British Raj? 

There were a few wars between the British and other nearby countries such as Afghanistan and Burma, a bunch of famines, and the return of the bubonic plague. The British built many universities in major cities, most of which are still around today. They also built railroads and other infrastructure, and created many departments and ministries to unify the subcontinent. Queen Victoria was the first Empress of India, and she ruled from 1876 to 1901. Other important events include World War One, when the British Indian army fought in the Western Front, German East Africa, and the Middle East.The British Indian Army (at the time the largest volunteer force in the world) also fought in World War Two. 

There’s a Part Two? 

There will be a Part Two, because I hate writing really long posts! Part Two will include the Indian independence movement, India’s curious involvement with the Axis Powers during World War Two, the effect of the British Raj on modern India, and the answer to the original question: How can we historically define the relationship between India and Britain? 

Snippets:

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Thomas: LOGIC!!!

Logan: *Holding phone and repeating after it* El príncipe es stupido-Oh.

Thomas:  I’m sorry.

Logan: You know you should uh really give us fair warning before you pull us into one of these vlogs Thomas.

Thomas: Are you learning Spanish?

Logan: Not really, I’m trying to learn a particular phrase in a multitude of languages. You know what? It doesn’t really matter. What can I do for you, Thomas?

Thomas: Okay, so I just recently had an audition. 

Logan: Oh yes, for one of those stage productions for professional make believe.

Thomas: Yes, and the audition is over

Logan: It would seem so

Thomas: I either get the part, or I don’t.

Logan: Y-yes, that’s how it works. Is this new information for you, or?

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Thomas: …and Supreme Dark Overlord of Negative Commerce - I’m afraid I’m going to need your name.

Anxiety: *Sighs* Tsk… No.

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Thomas: This debate is sponsored by the National Essential Reasoning Department, or N.E.R.D.

Logan: Uh, or, or we do not have to abbreviate it.

Thomas: and the Public Humiliation Foundation.

Anxiety: I’m a monthly donor.

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Thomas: Me me big boy. Nope.

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Thomas: Yesterday I was texting someone who I like very much. They made me feel itty bitty butterflies in my tummy and sunshine in my heart.

Logan & Anxiety: Ugh

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Logan: Aw, what’s the matter Anxiety are you worried that your silver tongue will land you in second place?

Anxiety: Hiss

Logan: I’m sorry - did he just hiss at me?

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Thomas: Anxiety, this morning I went to get a coffee and the barista was extremely charming.

Anxiety: Ugh, charming.

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Anxiety: If she did exist she’d be preposterous and pointless.

Logan: FALSEHOOD! *Screeches like Lemongrab*

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Logan: You learning things is the closest I’ll ever be to feeling love.

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Anxiety: Save your insults, I’m just gunna duck out.

Logan: Actually, um, I was going to tell you that was a good debate today.

Anxiety: What? W-w-what do you mean?

Logan: I mean you did a good job.

Anxiety: H-how? I was barely trying. I hissed at you.

Logan: Yes, I must admit that is a fairly uncommon debate tactic. But, despite you clearly not enjoying taking part, you still participated, you offered your points, and you even reasoned in your own way. And all of htat is commendable

Thomas: This is so pure

Anxiety: I gotta say I don’t really know how to react to you complimenting me. I kind of thought you didn’t like me. Especially after last time after you called me a defeatist. 

Logan: Well, you are wrong about a lot of things. But I don’t necessarily mind your company. The other two can bring in a whole lot of sunshine. And that can be unbearable. and I can’t imagine having a debate with either one of them.

Anxiety: I-i guess I just kind of assumed that-

Logan: You jumped to a conclusion.

Thomas: We were just talking about this weren’t we.

Anxiety: Touche. Thanks.

Thomas: Glad to see you guys working some things out.

Anxiety: We didn’t work anything out.

Logan: He’s stubborn as ever.

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Logan: It’s interesting. 

Anxiety: What?

Logan: Now that we’re at a little bit of a standstill, I finally feel a sense of peace in this household.

Anxiety: I guess?

Logan: The atmosphere is calm, the air is tranquil, and it finally feels that we’re at a point of higher sophisticated feeling.

Roman: I’m back! Did you miss me?

Logan: YOU’RE MOM MISSES YOU! I’m sorry while that was savage, it was a little extra.

Roman: What did you do to him?

Anxiety: *Snicker*

Morality: LOGIC! Now where did you learn such childish humor. Tsk tsk.

Watch Out Below (1)

Imagine falling into Middle Earth, but literally falling from the sky and landing on top of Thorin.

Note: I don’t know how many parts this will be but I wanted to post the first part.


It had been too long since you had gone hiking and you were glad to be back in the outdoors; even if the air was rather brisk and the ground mucky with slick mud. You had debated with yourself endlessly about doing so alone, but no one had the time nor the motivation to accompany you on your trek. Perhaps it was for the best; you could use a little alone time. Besides, what was the worst that could happen in a few hours…out in the wild.

Well, your mind was getting away from you and you did the best to rein in your ridiculous paranoia. You tightened your pony tail once more as you climbed the steep decline, littered with wet leaves and thick pine cones. The fir needles emitted a musky scent with your every step and you inhaled deeply through your already hurried breath. You were getting out of shape and you well knew it; especially as you climbed the tumultuous hill.

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