the gunny sack

The Long Way Home (Epilogue)

It’s finally done! Oh, thank God. *giddy laughter* It seems appropriate that I’m posting the epilogue to this story on a Wednesday, just as I did with the rest of the chapters. Writing this fic has been an insanely wild ride for me, fulls of high highs and low lows, and I really can’t thank you all enough for the astounding things you guys have said about this story and the encouragement you gave me to keep pushing forward even when I really didn’t feel like it. You’re the best. XOXO

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Summary:  After an unnaturally long life fraught with personal tragedy, Killian Jones has become known throughout the realms as the infamous Captain Hook, an opportunistic ne’er-do-well and one of the most formidable pirates to ride the waves.  When he crosses paths with a mysterious young woman with no memory of who she is or how she arrived there, he recognizes the chance to claim a monetary reward that will constitute his biggest score yet.  But a journey across the world to get her home leads to a series of adventures that reveal that her value lies in far more than gold and jewels.  A Captain Swan Anastasia AU - sort of.  (Captain Swan Enchanted Forest AU.  Romance, Adventure, & Eventual Smut.  Rated E.)

Warning: Brief but graphic depictions of violence, peripheral character death, and smut.

“Your face is going to get stuck that way, you know.”

Killian looks up from the rolls of parchment laid out before him on the low table in the sitting area by the fireplace, the wrinkle between his eyes fading and his features turning amused.  “Afraid it will make me less handsome, Swan?”

Emma rolls her eyes and comes over, forcing him to sit back in the chair as she slides into his lap.  “Seriously, you’ve been studying those plans for an hour.”

“You’ve seen the Jolly,” he says patiently, settling his left arm snugly around her hips and admiring the way the her face appears luminous and her hair shines like actual gold in the firelight.  “You know how complex square-rigged vessels are.  Building a few more for the fleet is no small undertaking.  Failure to plan properly—”

“Yes, yes, I know.” She chuckles and touches her lips to his cheek.  “But tomorrow’s a big day.  We should go to bed.”

He hums, turning his head to meet her for a quick kiss.  “I’d like nothing better.”  He pulls back a few inches and tucks a stray lock behind her ear.  “But I can’t tonight.  Go to bed.  In our bed, I mean.”

Emma’s back goes ramrod straight, and she cocks her head.  “What are you talking about?”

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Time Machine Video of the Week

Chuck Berry - Johnny B. Goode (1958)

I am posting this with the sad news yesterday that Chuck Berry, has passed away at the grand old age of 90.

Charles Edward Anderson Chuck Berry (October 18, 1926 – March 18, 2017) was an American guitarist, singer and songwriter and one of the pioneers of rock and roll music. With songs such as Maybellene (1955), Roll Over Beethoven (1956), Rock and Roll Music (1957) and Johnny B. Goode (1958).

Johnny B. Goode is a 1958 rock-and-roll song written and first recorded by Chuck Berry. The song was a major hit among both black and white audiences, peaking at number 2 on Billboard magazine’s Hot R&B Sides chart and number 8 on its Hot 100 chart.

The song is one of Berry’s most famous. It has been recorded by many other artists and has received several honors and accolades. It is also considered one of the most recognizable songs in music history. The song is ranked as number seven on Rolling Stone’s list of the 500 Greatest Songs of All Time.

Deep down Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play the guitar just like a ringing a bell

Go go
Go Johnny go
Go Johnny go
Go Johnny go
Go Johnny go
Johnny B. Goode

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
Oh, the engineers would see him sitting in the shade
Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made
People passing by they would stop and say
Oh my that little country boy could play

Go go
Go Johnny go
Go Johnny go
Go Johnny go
Go Johnny go
Johnny B. Goode

His mother told him “Someday you will be a man,
And you will be the leader of a big old band.
Many people coming from miles around
To hear you play your music when the sun go down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight.”

Go go
Go Johnny go
Go go go Johnny go
Go go go Johnny go
Go go go Johnny go
Johnny B. Goode

R.I.P. Chuck!!!!

@mizjoely asked for #2 from this drabble list: “Can you shut up for five minutes, please?”

So, @conchepcion , @stlgeekgirl , @dmollyc  , @limajoro , @glitterkitty4ever@introspectivenavelgazer and anyone else who read the first bit of this crack Mummy AU, and wanted it continued, look below.

Warnings for: silliness, SWP (story without plot) and a bunch of favourite scenes from the movie shoved together into one oneshot.

Passenger ship, the River Nile, Egypt, 1926

If he allowed the conventions of society to define his standards, Molly Hooper was not a pretty woman. Compared to the beauty shown in film reels, she was plain and superficially forgettable. 

Yet, she stood before him, eyebrows raised up towards her hairline, her mouth pressed into a thin line, with her hair combed back into a bun at the low of her neck, he found her to be uncommonly pretty.

“A deductive tool?” Miss Hooper gathered up her book and magnifying glass, turning on her heel. She stormed down the way of the barge, towards her quarters. Sherlock stared after her.

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4horsesatetheworld  asked:

Do you have any sense8 au ideas where they are all criminals? I love your hcs so much!)

dude they’re basically already all criminals they’ve like murdered people but anyway 

  • so some asshole from california lucks out and pulls off inception and then everyone and their mother suddenly wants to get into dream crime. wolfie doesn’t mind it at first–a little healthy competition’s not a bad thing, especially when you’re the best extractor in the business, retired lucky assholes notwithstanding–but when it gets his point man shot in six places and stuck in limbo, you can’t blame a guy for getting a little more aggressive with his rocket launchers, and a little more careless with interpol 
  • a korean woman wolfie’s never met shows up out of the blue to bail him out. she’s tiny, fierce, she breaks his cellmate’s hand within two minutes of meeting him, and she has a proposition for him. her brother is a scumbag, so she says, and she wants him to do three things: one, find out if joong-ki murdered their father. two, get him to sign over all the rights to their company as quietly as possible. three, have him take a nosedive off the nearest cliff. the third one, ms. bak says, might change, depending on her mood. 
  • wolfie knows what it’s like to deal with murderous asshole family members, and he knows that if he fails, it’s a one-way ticket to felix. he shakes sun’s hand, as gingerly as possible, and she tells him to find the rest of their team. wolfie tells her that besides felix, he doesn’t need a team. sun tells him to get his tongue out of his own asshole. she’s been in prison too, looks like. 
  • lito, at least, owes him a favor. wolfie helped him deal with his (live-in beard? boyfriend’s girlfriend? platonic threesome member??)’s crazy ex-fiance a while back, and notorious forger and con artist aside, lito rodriguez does eventually come through for his friends. hernando shoves wolfie up against a wall before he leaves, and makes some noise about his boyfriend coming home safe and whole. wolfie shrugs, and makes no promises. 
  • the rest of them are a little harder to track down. at lito’s suggestion, they head down to san francisco to check on dream crime’s very own oracle. her girlfriend meets them at the door, pepper sprays wolfie in the face, and almost brains lito with a baseball bat. nomi gives them a spiel about walking away from her life of crime, and she seems pretty stalwart until wolfie shows her just how many zeroes are on sun’s check 
  • their architect is a waifish little blond girl from iceland who can somehow build dreamscapes through sound. her totem is a wedding ring burning a hole in her pocket, and she takes to dream crime admirably to get away from some skeevy new age drug dealer and friends who would sell her out in a second 
  • a pointman, wolfie argues, is supposed to be someone you can trust. a pointman is supposed to be someone you can rely on. a pointman is not supposed to be a /cop/ from chicago with a chip on his shoulder and an incredible need to get fucked. nomi tells him to shut the fuck up, and will joins anyway 
  • kala’s not a criminal, she’s just a chemist. she’s a very good chemist, sure, and the compounds she makes could have revolutionary effects in dream-sharing, but she’s doing it legally, for governments and good. sun has her shoved into a gunny sack and thrown in the back of her limo 
  • capheus drops them both off at the abandoned dildo factory that the team’s running the operation out of, and sun invites him in. when wolfie asks, she says they need someone to drive, and capheus has always kind of wanted to be a telepathic superhero, so telepathic criminal is pretty okay too if its for a good cause 
  • it all goes pretty well until it really fucking doesn’t. kala tries to escape, like a lot. capheus keeps touching things he really shouldn’t be touching. will, as it turns out, has a shade, and wolfie doesn’t even have time to be smug about it before lito’s screaming his head off trying to get away from a little girl trying to hardcore dream murder him
  • maybe, wolfie thinks, living forever in limbo with felix wouldn’t be so bad

i went to bed at like 2:30 am but i didnt get to sleep for at LEAST another hour because i couldn’t stop thinking about:

  • how fucked up it is that the ferengi concepts of love/attraction are steeped in how useful or potentially useful a person is to you*
  • my new headcanon that garak’s parenting style involves talking to children as though they are adults, even at infancy
  • “would garak even want to tailor clothing for a baby or would he just be like ‘okay you’re wearing a gunny sack until you reach the age at which you stop spitting up on yourself under any stimulus whatsoever’”
  • read my fanfic, “garak is bewildered by his own child because their ulterior motives all involve staying up past their bedtime or eating way too many snacks instead of some horseshit about loyalty to the state and/or committing genocide (in the name of the state)”
  • read my other fanfic, “garak changes his baby’s diaper for the first time and interprets its contents as a warning from an unseen enemy”

anyway ds9 has rotted away the part of my brain that lets me sleep how are you today

A long time back someone sent me an ask to do about these people….I took this while I was on my way to school a few weeks ago….so let me introduce you to them….

This is a karang guni. It’s a Malay phrase for gunny sack, which was used in the past to hold the newspapers. They make visits in carts, collecting old newspapers and other unwanted items. These will be resold at specialized markets and eventually recycled or reused.

As you can see from above, old women are selling their items to the karang guni in exchange for a small sum of money. Most of the time, they sell what they have to the recycling centres.

The richer ones drive around in a lorry with a horn attached to it and say “KARANG GUNIIII” to attract the attention of the residents for make some business.

However, it’s a dying job. Government recycling initiatives and charities that directly collect from residents material to be recycled are direct competition for these people…..

They don’t earn much and a good majority of them are in their 50s and above. Most of them do this job because they don’t have money and no offspring to financially support them..

This is the side of Singapore that you’ll never see in advertisements or anywhere. We are portrayed as a country with full of riches and prosperity but we often forget that these people exist too.