the first hundred years

that moment when ur boyfriend and u dress up in ancient attire circa 1985, and hes drunk out of his mind, but ur not cause ur a robot who’s fueled by alcohol. its ok tho cause ur both havin a good time


Eve’s Glory series by A. Tamboly

A hundred years after the First World War, modern women demonstrate military prestige by donning vintage uniforms historically exclusive to men. Highlighting uniforms from the Second Industrial Revolution until the end of the Weimar Republic, Eve’s Glory compares the ceremonial attitudes historically associated with the military to the proud independence of modern women.

Military uniforms are symbols of heroic and elite social status. The authentic uniforms belong to officers from several countries, symbolizing the strict value system of the period from 1868 to the 1930s. If women had been granted the same status as men, how would they have been perceived? Would society focus on delicate femininity or strength? Melting away the barriers by integrating women into this masculine world, this project questions the gender divide.

I am interested in challenging the conventional ways in which females are visually presented. Women in fashion magazines, TV commercials, and mainstream films are usually dressed in a way that speaks to a structure of social expectations. Characterized by a sharp division between masculinity and femininity, dominance and passivity, toughness and delicacy, women are narrowly defined. A woman in uniform is a visual impossibility.

Showing the contrast between two different worlds—the masculine and the feminine—Eve’s Glory deals with unique characters regardless of age, health, and origin to show women who fought their way through life and the young women who strive for their own path.

—A. Tamboly

Carmilla Getting Used To Being Human: A Concept

Carmilla not being able to get a social security number or a passport because her birth certificate is on four-hundred year old parchment.

Carmilla getting hungry for the first time and not knowing what it is.

“Laura it feels as if there’s an anglerfish in my stomach.”

“You’re probably just hungry.”

“No, I ate yesterday, pass me that Sumerian book… I’ll figure this out.”

Laura taking her to a buffet and Carmilla losing her shit over different food.

“Oh man, oh shit, this is good! What are these things called again?”

“Macaroni cheese balls?”

“More like macaroni please balls, I’m going to get some more.”

Laura having to remind Carmilla she gets cold now, so she secretly keeps an eye on her in the morning to make sure she’s dressed weather appropriate for the day.

Carmilla disregarding this advice and catching the flu.

Carmilla crying because her nose is stuffed, her body hurts, she can’t stop throwing up and she hates being human.

Laura babying her and putting warm flannels over her head.

She changes her mind and loves being human because Laura takes the day off work when she’s sick to lie in bed with her and spoon feed her chicken soup.

Carmilla still purring like a cat when Laura bites her ear.

Laura doing stuff on purpose so she’ll purr because she finds it adorable.

Carmilla lying on the sofa reading Jean-Paul Sartre and Laura clambering up her body so she can just spend a little while listening to her heartbeat whilst dinner cooks.

I saw Catfish for the 3rd time last night and every time they just get better and better. The first time I saw them last March they were playing a small intimate room and now they’ve sold out a full arena tour, I could not be prouder of them. Their future is so bright and I can’t wait to watch them conquer the world :’) 🐊


This is the story of a stolen book, a sense of national pride and some creative sleuthing. The book in question is a first edition copy of One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez. In 2015, it was stolen from a Bogota, Colombia, book fair. Many cases in that city go unsolved because of a lack of resources, but local law enforcement went all out to solve this crime.

In its new season, the Spanish-language podcast Radio Ambulante tells the story of how the book was recovered. Host Daniel Alarcón tells NPR’s Kelly McEvers that the story left him with conflicting feelings.

“On the one hand … we love García Márquez, we love books, and so it’s just something to celebrate,” he says. “On the other hand, it leaves this kind of odd taste in your mouth because you’re like, Well, if they can solve that crime in six days, why don’t they solve other crimes?”

See the rest of the story here.

– Petra

now ed has revealed himself lorde will rise and the trio will be completed for the first time in hundreds of years the sun will be blinding the crops will grow so quickly they will overtake the earth there will be no poverty no sadness no war all will be well

We ain't ever getting older

When Keyleth visits Vasselheim, she doesn’t expect to run into an impossibly old friend. But Vesh is a vain and demanding goddess, and will not let her follower die, not when he is the only one, the only thing granting her power. (or, Kash and Keyleth get a drink, just like old times)

Based on this post by @luxheroica about Vesh granting Kash an (unwanted) immortality.

tw for vague suicidal ideation and the horror of outliving everything and everyone you ever knew

[read on ao3]

It comes to pass, through an unexpected series of events, that Keyleth arrives in Vasselheim on a cloudy weekday in early Fall.

It looks much like it did when she first visited the ancient bastion of civilization some two, three hundred years ago. The peoples of the city are still grim and weathered; the walls are still manned by guards in a mix of armors, each sworn to their god. She recognizes the dark uniform of those who serve the Raven Queen with a bittersweet twinge of fondness, and the followers of Kord with a swell of amusement. She weathers their stares as she passes, head held high, headdress adorned with fall foliage. She is golden autumn today, at odds with the grey solemnity of the city. Even the temples of stone and metal glint with a different vibrance than the thrum of life she carries with her. The air here here presses down, heavy with age in a way she finds unbecoming of the element. But, this is not her land nor her city. She has picked the hills upon which to stake her flag. This is not one of them.

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As we faded

It was the year of living dangerously

Between the assassinations of our hearts

And before I die

I leave the graveyard book behind

Amongst the god of small things

There was a fine balance

Where we both once laid bare

Listening to the luminaries speak of love

It was the hour I first believed

But I was condemned to one hundred years of solitude

And things fall apart

And I become nothing more than a heart of darkness

Imagine the dwarves being heartbroken after you tell them that the human life span is shorter than theirs

I was bored and thought I’d try this imagine. Its my first time writing for the hobbit so I hope you understand if it sucks!  Anyway enjoy!

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Paring: Slight Reader x Thorin

“What happened next?” Kili asked excitedly.
“We had to carry him home. Obviously after he threw up in the streets and allover your mother’s new boots,” Balin explained laughing.
“I hope my 100th birthday is that cool!” Fili sighed longingly.
“It will be. It’ll be the first party thrown in Erebor for a hundred years,”Thorinsaid smiling, his cheeks slightly red from the embarrassment that was his 100th birthday party. 

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The Wait Is Over

It’s 2005. The Chicago White Sox are facing the Houston Astros. I’m 16 and I run out the door of my house in the middle of Lindenwood, a town of less than 500 people in the middle of nowhere, I’m yelling. The White Sox have just won the world series. My favorite pitcher of all time, Mark Buehrle, is a part of it. 

It’s 2016. I’m at work, in Venice, California. The Chicago Cubs are facing the Cleveland Indians. Montgomery throws the pitch, it gets hit, and lobbed to first. The Chicago Cubs are World Series Champions for the first time in one hundred and eight years. It’s not even my team and I’m emotional. I jump up in the air and I throw a fist in celebration. The world needed this. That sounds like hyperbole. But I’m not the only person on social media who can agree to this. 

All my friends are Cubs fans. The tension on social media was palpable. I could taste it from two thousand miles away in California. Social media enabled me to be in it with them in real time. I’m watching the snapchats, the Instagram photos and the Twitter posts. The whole world was watching. I see the videos of Cubs fans nearly 90 years old who are excited beyond belief that they finally got to witness a Cubs world series. 

2016 has been quite a year to say the least. The election has taken it out of everyone. The energy drains out of every United States citizen day after day, the closer it gets to the election. Words are exchanged, each party calling the other something else. Ideals being challenged. For a moment, the Cubs got to distract the world from all of that. People throw their hands in the air in celebration. There are tears. There are hugs. Generations of baseball fans share in the revelry. 

Every possible imaginable situation arose in game seven. A large lead cut down. Tied. Pitchers taken out early. Rain coming down hard as the game progresses, a delay even. Extra innings. Stolen bases. The roar of the crowd as the Cubs round the bases. The first strike out in the 10th. It’s all there. It’s all for them. It’s all for Chicago. It’s all for the world. Friends from New York tweet about how cathartic it feels. It’s not even their team either. 

It’s 2016 and the Cubs have won the World Series. 

“How could you not be romantic about baseball?” 

The Cubs have won the World Series. 

SYRIA. Aleppo governorate. Aleppo. December 5, 2016. Kefa Jawish and her husband Tajeddin Ahmed look at a destroyed building in Aleppo’s northeastern Haydariya neighbourhood as they head to check their house for the first time in four years. Jawish was among hundreds of Syrians returning to east Aleppo in recent days after the army recaptured large swathes of the city from rebels and encouraged residents to visit neighbourhoods and homes they left years earlier.

Photograph: Youssef Karwashan/AFP/Getty

Dear Newbie Once Upon a Time Writers...

Dear Newbie Once Upon a Time Writers,

I realize how “hard” It must be watching six whole seasons of a TV show or checking it’s Wikia for information but here’s a few tidbits that might help.

1.  Belle already has an apartment over the library.  Rumplestiltskin gave it to her in season 2.  The second floor of the building is an apartment.  There was no reason she had to live in Hook’s ship.

2.   Cinderella’s child is female and was a big plot point in season one and caused the debt that enabled Rumple to find his son in Season 2.  That child should NOT be close to the age of Snow White’s child born two seasons later.

3.   The sword used to wake up Rumplestiltskin in season five…  Not the one that threatened him when he was mortal.   That one was taken by Rumplestiltskin.  The one Hook kept is the one that belonged to Milah.  He took it after she died.

4.   Rumplestiltskin is three-hundred-years-old.  There were several Dark Ones before him.  There is no way Nimue became the first Dark One Two Hundred years ago.  If you acknowledge this is a mistake than fix it.  Not all of your viewers read your Twitter feed.

5.   Even when angry at Rumplestitlskin Belle, in Storybrooke, NEVER called him “Gold.”  It was always “Rumple” even when she banished him from the town it was still Rumple.  Even when they fought in Season 2, it was still Rumple.

6.   Rumplestiltskin DID choose love over power a few times already.   When he died in season three to save everyone from Pan (And yes, he did actually die).  When he dropped the dagger to try to save his son, costing him his freedom, power, and sanity. and even simply going to Storybrooke he submitted himself to twenty-eight-years of helplessness, almost as penance, to find his son.  Please stop erasing and undermining all of season 3 because you ran out of ideas.

7.    Unless there is more than one Genie lamp in Rumple’s shop (And that is possible) the lamp Aladdin took is actually Sidney’s from Season 1.  Sidney was not Aladdin’s Genie.   Sidney was freed by Snow White’s Father, not Aladdin.  Aladdin was no where around at the time.  And then he got himself trapped in a mirror.

8.   Anastasia from Once Upon a Time in Wonderland is Will Scarlett’s love interest.  You took him away from her without explanation in Season four while still insisting Once Upon a Time in Wonderland and his happy ending were still canon.  How? 

9.  Anastasia is THE Anastasia from Disney’s Cinderella, not the Russian Princess.  Anastasia was one of the two wicked stepsisters. That was her name in the movie for Heaven’s sake.  This is established in the first episode of Once Upon a Time in Wonderland.  How can you claim Once Upon a Time in Wonderland is still canon when you just gave Cinderella two renamed stepsisters and stepmother in The Land Without Stories?  Fix this!  The only way both can still be canon is if you decide there are alternate reality versions of Cinderella’s family.

10.    Why would Thomas (Cinderella’s Prince) have thought she might want to kill her step-family if he truly knew her story and knows her?  So much for true love.

11.  In regard to Rumplestiltskin and Belle.  The true love’s kiss nearly worked in Skin Deep in Season One but Rumplestiltskin resisted.   Then it nearly worked in the dream in Season six.  Why would it not work in season four?   You don’t fall out of love with “True love” and it doesn’t stop being true love just because you happen to be fighting with the person.  What the Hell kind of messed up message is that?  True love is just that, true love.  That means eternal, endless, without condition.   Once you put conditions on it, it’s not True Love.   Learn what the terms mean before writing for plot convenience.

12.   You still have the unresolved issue of having corrupted the Charmings in Season Four by having them abduct a baby (thinking it’s okay because she’s not human) and THEN giving the child double potential for Darkness after being told twice that all people have the potential for dark and light.   If the plot ruins two well established characters and is full of contradictions it does not “make for a better story.”   You left this hideous mess unaddressed.

13.  And speaking of unaddressed we have Grumpy / Dreamy and Nova / Astrid.   Blue Stole their happy ending and it’s never, ever been fixed.  Why?

14.  It was Henry who tore out the final pages, not Regina back in season one.  See, we have these new fangled things called DVDs and we can check these things…

15.  Several characters were NOT shown getting their memories restored after the events of season five and that’s just lazy.

16.  “Dark Ones don’t sleep.”   I swear they don’t remember ANYTHING from Season Three.  Do they completely forget Rumplestiltskin’s nightmare / conscience crisis when he had the nightmare about killing Henry?

17.   Hercules saying he could not beat cerberus because he has three heads yet one of his badges from The Trials of Hercules shows that he beat a Hydra.  

18.  Characters with hearts blacker than Rumplestiltskin and older than Rumplestiltskin (like Churnabog) didn’t suddenly drop dead from a heart attack in Storybrooke so why was Rumplestiltskin’s darkness taking over his body after he dies even a thing?!  It made no sense.   After years of establishing that he’s immortal just to retcon it like that with the idea that “The Dark One is Immortal, Rumplestiltskin is not” was just stupid.   It especially doesn’t make sense if we now discover he’s half-faery and Mother (Black Fairy) is more evil than he is but clearly didn’t die.

19.  Belle claimed she always saw the man in the Beast.  Was she lying?  If this is true than he would not have been just The Beast to her in her dream world at the start of season six.

20.  How the Hell did Regina simply magically open Rumple’s cell in The Dream World?  The very reason he can’t get out is because it’s magick resistant.

Please, please, try to be consistent and fix your previous mistakes…