the gathering evening

Jeanette’s hands are those of an artist and a wanderer. Even her cane feels personalized, wrapped with Scotch Tape. I should ask her about the tape, the next time I see her. I always notice it, and as of yet have not made an image that accurately expresses this cane of hers. Her face, and the folds of her eyes, and the little beads of sweat that gather closely even on a night as cold as this one was, are all treasures. An individualist, every part of her a wonder, and all for some reason lightly glossed, as if she applied something that glistens to her skin. Chipped nail polish, artisan silver rings and bracelets, and a little chihuahua named Vanille that loves and protects, and waits patiently as she gently watches over her master and friend.

I met a homeless man on East 16th Street last week. He told me that nothing is promised. Just because you: expect it, need it, want it, worked for it, deserve it, it is not promised to you. Nothing is. I believe that no truer words have been spoken.
MERRILL IS
  • not a child
  • not evil
  • isn’t stupid
  • (seriously, she is probably the most educated character in the series; she can recite the entirety of known elven history)
  • is right about eluvians
  • is unaware of human cultures bc she’s most likely never met a human before Duncan, and even him she knew for like five minutes so it’s understandable 
  • bad with people bc she was isolated as a child (it’s implied that Mahariel and Tamlen were basically her only friends)
  • according to Solas at least, she’s right about blood magic being only as evil as the purposes they’re used for
  • is very proud, that’s true. she’s arrogant at times, but it’s not like she’s the only character in the series with that trait
  • is perfectly willing to accept the consequences of her own actions, but due to low self esteem and self-worth she doesn’t understand that other people would be affected by them
  • is incredibly gifted magically; she mends a corrupted, shattered Eluvian, rebuilding it and cleansing it
  • this potentially means that Merrill will be able to apply her study of the mirror to curing the Blight
  • still isn’t a kid
Why does everything turn into wolfstar smut?

Originally posted by maria-tries

  • Maybe some time around the age of 16 Remus’s transformations stop leaving him weak and hollow
  • In fact, they start to have the opposite effect 
  • Not that Remus notices; as usual his brilliant mind is always quietly occupied
  • But Sirius notices
  • Merlin Sirius notices
  • It starts with his shoulders, he can’t help but eye the way they sit a little broader when Remus stands up straight 
  • Then it’s his forearms, Sirius can see the tendons stand out a little when Remus lies on the sofa and holds his book above his head. 
  • After the next full moon, it’s his biceps - they start pushing against his shirt when he leans over his potions essay, and Sirius’s mouth all but drops to the floor
  • Suddenly it’s hard to be around Remus, literally, without feeling a tightness growing in his trousers
  • The boys sit opposite each other in the library for hours, an endless pile of homework and exam prep leaving them caught in a dizzying cycle of work, eat, sleep
  • They all need some relief, but fuck Sirius needs a very specific kind of relief
  • Exams are so close, and he has to focus, but just a look at Remus could flick a switch in his body
  • Even his hands, somehow his hands look bigger, stronger
  • Sirius starts biting down hard on his lip each time his eyes drift to his boyfriend in class, or the library, or the common room (okay, just about everywhere)
  • But after half a day his bottom lip becomes red and puffy
  • Instead Sirius finds himself disappearing to the toilets to splash cold water on his face more often than he’d like to admit
  • When Remus’s arm winds protectively around him as they walk down a busy corridor, he has to bite back a whine
  • And when Remus strolls out of the shower one morning, a towel slung low around his hips, Sirius just sits and stares 
  • Because his chest, Christ his chest has transformed
  • And it was all Sirius could do not to go over there and beg Remus to deal with his painfully hard arousal, right there in front of James and Peter
  • And when Remus caught him, eyes roving greedily across his bare skin and freshly tousled hair, he just stared right back and winked
  • Sirius rolled over in bed and bit down so hard on his pillow he could have torn it apart
  • This day was particularly torturous, and it didn’t help that the summer heat had Remus loosening the top few buttons of his shirt
  • Or that, in transfiguration, his hand had been resting high on Sirius’s thigh the whole time Frank was explaining petrification. 
  • Or that, as they walked to the library, Remus slid Sirius’s bag from his shoulder and slung it easily across his own, winding an arm around his waist 
  • By time they sat down Sirius was almost at breaking point, his frustration had his heart beating overtime and his head cloudy 
  • He cast his eyes down, trying desperately to ignore his boyfriend’s newly broadened shoulders, or his tight, hard chest
  • Or the way his arms looked when he stretched out like that, fuck
  • Sirius’s chair scraped loudly against the floor as he stood up, muttering half an excuse about the bathroom 
  • He didn’t feel connected to his feet as they carried him through the library, eyebrows furrowed and head fuzzy
  • He didn’t notice Remus until his fingers were locked around his wrists, and his whole body tugged sideways
  • Sirius’s soft moan of surprise was muffled by Remus’s lips, which collided with his before he could even gather his surroundings
  • Remus’s hand travelled to Sirius’s neck, his thumb pressing gently into the soft skin, while his other grasped at his hips
  • Sirius thought his legs would give way at any moment 
  • Just as abruptly as it began, Remus drew away, focusing his burning eyes on Sirius
  • “You keep disappearing.” He murmured “And you won’t look at me.”
  • He pressed a thumb to Sirius’s puffy bottom lip “You’re not telling me something Sirius.”
  • Again, Remus’s hand slid back to Sirius’s neck, a gentle pressure aiding the fuzzy euphoria Sirius felt at his touch
  • Tell me.” He growled. 
  • When his face blurred back into view, an almost delirious Sirius saw Remus’s expression harden
  • “I can take it.” He said, lowly
  • Sirius frowned, still breathless, resisting the urge to buck his hips into Remus’s warm, gorgeous body 
  • “It’s you.” He murmured, looking down
  • Suddenly, inexplicably, he felt ashamed
  • “You’ve changed and I can’t - I can’t cope. It’s not that I didn’t like you before, I love you whatever you - what ever you look like - and you were always gorgeous, but now you’re just, you’re just kind of perfect and it’s just” Remus’s proximity making Sirius almost incoherent.
  • “…it’s just your shoulders got bigger, and your arms, and I can’t stop, I can’t focus and I know you just want to work and there’s no time for it so I was trying not to bother you but fuck Remus.”
  • “What?” Remus’s hand tilted Sirius’s chin up, forcing him to meet his confused gaze. 
  • Sirius shuttered under his boyfriend’s newly bulky frame
  • “You’re not…” Remus frowned. “I thought you liked someone else.”
  • Sirius nearly choked. “What?” He spluttered.  
  • “Remus” He snapped, taking control and pushing himself closer to the boy. “I can’t focus on anything but you. I can’t study, I can’t sleep, I can’t look at you in class without…” Sirius groaned and pushed his hips against Remus, using his hard arousal to illustrate his point. 
  • Sirius pressed frantic kisses into to the soft skin on Remus’s neck. “And when you came out of the shower today…”
  • Sirius’s sentence ended in a gasp as his back hit a smooth, cool wall. Remus’s warm mouth was at his neck, his hands pressing down his sides, their bodies flush against each other
  • “Why didn’t you tell me?” Remus growled. “Why didn’t you let me help you?”
  • Sirius only moaned in response as Remus’s thigh found its way between his legs, pressing teasingly against him
  • “Sirius.” Remus growled again. “Why?”
  • “You were…busy.” Sirius groaned, feeling Remus grip his chin. 
  • “Look at me.” Remus ordered, his eyes burning. “I am never too busy for you, Sirius Black.”
  • Sirius looked at his boyfriend, panting. His hips bucked into Remus, and he tried to connect their lips again, but he felt a strong hand push him back, denying him.
  • “Now, say it back to me.” Ordered Remus. “I’m never too busy to fuck you, say it back.”
  • Sirius shuttered, Remus telling him what to do was just, fuck
  • “You’re never too busy to fuck me.” Sirius’s need was turning his voice into a desperate whine, but Remus didn’t move.
  • His eyes burned into Sirius’s, and his voice was low and threatening. “Next time you need me, you’re going to tell me, okay? You’re going to say: ‘Remus, I need you to fuck me now.’ And I’m then going to fuck you, okay?” 
  • Sirius’s eyes almost rolled upwards, his whole body was trembling.
  • “Remus,” Sirius managed to whisper, somewhat calmly. “I need you to fuck me now.”
  • Sirius shuttered as he felt Remus grip the back of his thighs, easily lifting Sirius up and pressing him against the wall, his legs now hooked around his waist.
  • “Good boy.” Remus whispered.

Pssst we always talk about Rhodey being the second adoptive Uncle to the kids Tony’s collected (Peter, Harley), but what about the kids we know Colonel James “Rhodey” Rhodes collected? Rhodey “this drunk fourteen year old is great he’s mine now” Rhodes? Rhodey “I just want you to live up to your full potential” Rhodes?

I picture Rhodey with a gaggle of younger Black Air Force kids who he’s taken under his wing because it was /hard/ to rise in the ranks as a Black man, and Rhodey is not going to let that happen to his kids. Kids who are smart, are funny, are courageous and loyal, are amazing pilots and engineers and technicians and what have you, all of them got somehow found by James Rhodes and are just forever Colonel Rhodes’ bunch.

He checks up on them. He invites them over when they have leave if they don’t have families to return to. He sends them Christmas cards. This years’ card has Tony and Rhodey on the couch in dumb hats and the bots in the background, also in dumb hats, and it’s a photo FRIDAY took of them all.

the soulmate au but better
  • your typical soulmate au where a tattoo of your soulmate’s name appears on your xth birthday
  • person A is convinced that person B will be their soulmate
  • A wakes up on their xth birthday and is bitterly disappointed that it’s not B
  • it’s gotta be B’s relative or something though because they have the same last name?? but A has been to basically every family gathering and never even heard of this person, who the fuck is this soulmate and do they even exist
  • A never shares this with B because they don’t want to be embarrassed/it’s not really socially unacceptable to share your soulmate’s name before you find them/whatever
  • cue n years of angst
  • B comes out as trans/nb/genderqueer/other and changes their name
  • their new name matches A’s tattoo, A is overjoyed, all the feels

One of my girls broke up with her long term boyfriend and she’s so low. So I’ve arranged a gathering this evening. She thinks it’s just me coming to visit her, but instead there’s a few of us, all coming with a dish of home cooked food, snacks and a bottle! You think my friend can stay sad for long? Not around me! Tonight we’re going to remind her why she’s GREAT!

“Tokyo at Night” #02

This is the second piece in my new “Tokyo at Night” series that I’m painting when I have some time between work, comics, book work and videos.

I wanted to do such a series for some time but I never managed to get to it and now we already moved out of Tokyo with Kana. Before we went though, we did few location hunting sessions around Waseda, Iidabashi and Kagurazaka. This series is based on the material we gathered during those late evening walks.

I wanted to show this side of Tokyo which everyone living longer in the city knows but that is not usually shown on photos and paintings. Small, anonymous, empty streets at night. Random, sometimes a little bit scary buildings. This too is one of the faces of Tokyo.

Technical stuff:

  • Medium: HOLBEIN Waterford natural 300g/m cotton paper
  • Sketch: Mitsu-bishi Hi-Uni pencil grade HB
  • Line: COPIC Multiliner SP 0.5mm
  • Colours: my main 48 colour Schmincke set

新しいイラストシリーズ「東京夜行」の2枚目です!やっと時間を作れて描き始めました。 ずっと描きたかった夜の東京の風景のシーリズ作りを先延ばしすぎて、カナと一緒に江ノ島のあたりへ引っ越ししてしまったけど、その前に飯田橋、早稲田と神楽坂のあたりで夜のロケハンをしていました。

東京に住んでいる皆がよく知っている、ちょっと寂しく、ちょっと怖くて、不思議な無人のマンションに挟まれた道の景色。こんな、写真や絵にあまりなってない街の部分を見せたいイラストシリーズです。

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  • 紙: ウォーターフォード水彩紙 ナチュラルホワイト 300g
  • 下描き: HB Mitsu-bishi Hi-Uni 鉛筆
  • 線画: コピック マルチライナーSP 0.5
  • 着色: 48色のシュミンケ水彩セット

Quirrel regaling the gaggle with tales of his adventures out in the lands beyond Hallownest. 

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Jeremy Heere is a Slytherin

fight me.

yes, I’ve seen that Joe Tracz said him and Michael and Christine are Hufflepuffs, but look at the characters.

Christine?? sure. she can be hufflepuff. we don’t see a ton of her character, but she’s very kindhearted and I can believe that’s her house. I wouldn’t put her in any other, I see the most hufflepuff traits in her.

Michael is the definition Hufflepuff. loyal, brave, kind, hardworking. he’s literally always looking out for jeremy, even when he ditches him and LITERALLY blocks him out of his life. he goes to approach jeremy’s dad who hasn’t done anything for his son in years, because michael is worried about the dick who wants nothing to do with him, saves the day, fights a literal supercomputer who he has gathered information on even though it’s not even available on the internet. he never gives up on jeremy, the loyalty is what sticks out to me most to say yes, he’s a hufflepuff.

Jeremy?? no, he is not hufflepuff. that’s incredibly wrong. from the very start, we see that underlying ambition which leads the story. ambition is one of the leading characteristics of slytherin. in two player game, michael shows his lack of ambition, shrugging off their loser status and saying he cant wait for college. (Nobody here appreciates, but soon we’ll be together where they do, cause guys like us are cool in college, cool in college, this I know). however, jeremy says “you know that you are my favorite person. that doesn’t mean that I can’t still dream”. michael doesn’t go ahead and agree with him, because he doesn’t have that ambition to move up the social ladder. but jeremy does!! when he is presented with an opportunity to be more chill (roll credits), he takes it. PAUSE. now, let me remind you: perhaps in Slytherin/You’ll make your real friends/Those cunning folks use any means/To achieve their ends.
when the squip explains optic nerve blocking to Jeremy, he is willing to ditch–no, not ditch, literally delete from his life–his best (and one of his only) friend in the name of becoming cool. THIS IS NOT HUFFLEPUFF. I 100% believe that if michael were in this situation, he would not agree to block out jeremy. his loyalty would win through–he’s a hufflepuff and fiercely loyal! but jeremy’s doesn’t. not at all. he picks his ambitions over his friend–using any means to achieve his ends. his choice to sacrifice his friend for his personal ambition is the defining moment that makes me say, yes, he’s a slytherin. PSA: SLYTHERIN DOES NOT EQUAL EVIL. JEREMY IS NOT EVIL. he’s ambitious. jeremy is a decent guy, most of the time. but he’s not a hufflepuff. fight me.

also if you ship boyf riends slytherin x hufflepuff is the cutest ship this is not up for debate sooo

bangage  asked:

A tardigrade vampire, that is all

I’m going to be completely honest and say I didn’t realize this ask wasn’t darkest dungeon related until I was halfway through this.

Nobody realized he was infected until he started drinking the blood supplies and getting slightly weirder. 

How I Read Auras

Originally posted by smeccea

First of all, an aura is a visualization of the energy-based field around everything, living or non-living. Living beings’ auras tend to change over time, where non living auras generally stay fixed. Auras span the whole electromagnetic spectrum, which is why the colors of the rainbow can often be seen. Auras are often stronger around the head or heart areas. 

At first, seeing auras can be extremely difficult. I found it almost impossible for a good few months. My first tip is to unfocus your eyes when you’re looking at a particular thing. Say you’re looking at a person on the train opposite you. Look at a part of their body (so you don’t freak them out with constant eye-contact) and fuzz your eyes slightly, as if you were going cross-eyed. It takes a few tries, but you should start to see a white ring around their body. This is the first success.

After a while, more colors will begin to appear around people. With practice, you can even gather a rough idea of what they are feeling through their aura. If a color appears stronger than the rest, they are feeling an emotion corresponding to that color. However, the colors and correspondences aren’t always the same for everyone. Often, you have to interpret them for yourself. For example, I interpret red as feeling bitter, feeling unrequited love, or being generally unhappy. A yellow aura for me means the person in question is feeling particularly happy today. If I see a blue aura, I see confidence.

For other people, it can be different. My partner sees red as misunderstood, and yellow as calm. This is why auras can be difficult to read. You have to make your own mind up from whatever your energy tells you.


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washingtonpost.com
Trump revealed highly classified information to Russian foreign minister and ambassador
The president was boasting of the ‘great intel’ he receives when he discussed intelligence provided by a U.S. partner.
By https://www.facebook.com/greg.jaffe.5

President Trump revealed highly classified information to the Russian foreign minister and ambassador in a White House meeting last week, according to current and former U.S. officials, who said that Trump’s disclosures jeopardized a critical source of intelligence on the Islamic State.

The information Trump relayed had been provided by a U.S. partner through an intelligence-sharing arrangement considered so sensitive that details have been withheld from allies and tightly restricted even within the U.S. government, officials said.

The partner had not given the United States permission to share the material with Russia, and officials said that Trump’s decision to do so risks cooperation from an ally that has access to the inner workings of the Islamic State. After Trump’s meeting, senior White House officials took steps to contain the damage, placing calls to the CIA and National Security Agency.

“This is code-word information,” said a U.S. official familiar with the matter, using terminology that refers to one of the highest classification levels used by American spy agencies. Trump “revealed more information to the Russian ambassador than we have shared with our own allies.”

[…]

In his meeting with Lavrov, Trump seemed to be boasting about his inside knowledge of the looming threat. “I get great intel. I have people brief me on great intel every day,” Trump said, according to an official with knowledge of the exchange.

Trump went on to discuss aspects of the threat that the United States only learned through the espionage capabilities of a key partner. He did not reveal the specific intelligence gathering method, but described how the Islamic State was pursuing elements of a specific plot and how much harm such an attack could cause under varying circumstances. Most alarmingly, officials said, Trump revealed the city in the Islamic State’s territory where the U.S. intelligence partner detected the threat.

[…]

“Russia could identify our sources or techniques,” the senior U.S. official said. A former intelligence official who handled high-level intelligence on Russia said that given the clues Trump provided, “I don’t think that it would be that hard [for Russian spy services] to figure this out.”

At a more fundamental level, the information wasn’t the United States’ to provide to others. Under the rules of espionage, governments — and even individual agencies — are given significant control over whether and how the information they gather is disseminated even after it has been shared. Violating that practice undercuts trust considered essential to sharing secrets.

The officials declined to identify the ally, but said it is one that has previously voiced frustration with Washington’s inability to safeguard sensitive information related to Iraq and Syria.

[…]

U.S. officials said that the National Security Council continues to prepare multi-page briefings for Trump to guide him through conversations with foreign leaders but that he has insisted that the guidance be distilled to a single page of bullet points, and often ignores those.

“He seems to get in the room or on the phone and just goes with it — and that has big downsides,” the second former official said. “Does he understand what’s classified and what’s not? That’s what worries me.”

…lock him up?