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New Orleans: a neighbourhood guide

From the pretty French Quarter to the hip Marigny district, each of New Orleans’ neighbourhoods jive to their own funky beat – learn all about them with our in-the-know guide.


The charming, walkable Quarter is full of step-back in-time architecture and venerable dining institutions that speak to its status as New Orleans’ oldest neighbourhood, but it’s also home to exciting, new foodie spots…


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For more than a hundred years, Galatoire’s has been serving trout meuniere (trout with a flour-based sauce), soufflé potatoes and champagne to the New Orleans elite in its mirrored, tiled dining room. The French 75 bar at Arnaud’s, has an eccentric museum of vintage Mardi Gras costumes hidden upstairs.


Built in 1886, the Hotel Monteleone breathes old New Orleans character, from its elegant Beaux Arts architecture to its many reported ghost sightings.


Preservation Hall faithfully presents traditional jazz each night, just like when it was launched in 1961, with musicians who were there when the genre was born in the early twentieth century. Expect intimate, late-night concerts with contemporary artists like Elvis Costello and Angelique Kidjo.


Just downriver of the French Quarter, the bohemian Marigny and Bywater neighborhoods have become a centre for hip, laid-back art, music and cuisine.


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Grab a bottle at tiny, jewel-like wine shop Bacchanal, then drink it in the expansive, magically lit garden where live bands provide the soundtrack. In New Orleans, there are gigs 365 nights of the year meaning your toes will always be kept tapping.  A block from the Press Street train tracks in Bywater, the aptly named Junction features Louisana’s finest craft brews and gourmet burgers.


The cute Balcony Guest House oozes Creole charm with its pretty characterful rooms. Its eponymous balcony provides a wonderful vantage point to admire the area’s rainbow-coloured tiny ‘shotgun’ houses, and see Marigny’s creative types ambling through the streets.


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At Euclid Records and the Louisiana Music Factory, stock up on sounds to remember your visit to the cradle of American music. Crescent Park runs for two miles on the edge of Marigny and Bywater, and has breathtaking river vistas, as well as running and biking paths.


A few blocks uptown of the French Quarter, this neighbourhood is packed with galleries, plus stylish hotels and restaurants.


The latest from celeb chef John Besh’s team is Willa Jean, an expansive, corner space specializing in delectable bakery items, and brunch accompanied by lemony frozen rosé. Grab a seat on the raw bar at the award-winning Peche, for the best seafood in the Gulf.  In 2016, New Orleans had the most James Beard award nominees per capita over any American city, so come hungry.


The old Roosevelt Hotel epitomises grandeur, with a Guerlain spa and its historic Blue Room, where Louis Armstrong once performed.


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Stop by the Ogden Museum and browse its collection of contemporary and classic Southern art. On Thursday nights, local musicians play in its soaring atrium. The National World War Two Museum houses an extraordinary multimedia collection dedicated to telling the story of the conflict that shaped the twentieth century.


Live oaks and magnolias provide lush natural canopies over some of the city’s most impressive architecture


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The relatively new Freret Street cultural district is home to a handful of laid-back, innovative bars and restaurants, from the home-style Southern cooking at High Hat Café to next-level cocktails at Cure. Hidden away on a residential street, Clancy’s where generations have enjoyed fried oysters with Brie and lemon icebox pie.  


The Avenue Plaza Resort, is home to locals’ favourite Mr. John’s Steakhouse which serves up prime beef just steps away from oak-lined St. Charles Avenue, where streetcars rumble by.


Tipitina’s, founded in the 1970s to give rhythm-and-blues piano man Professor Longhair a place to play, brings in both major touring bands and local luminaries. Magazine Street offers brilliant shopping for miles, including handcrafted jewellery inspired by the history of South Louisiana at Mignon Faget’s 

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Written by Alison Fensterstock

The Icebox Murders

On June 23, 1965, two Houston police officers visited the home of elderly Fred Rogers and his wife, Edwina. Concerned that the couple had not answered their phone for three days, a nephew had called police to investigate the house, which they shared with their son, Charles.

The house seemed deserted when the police knocked, and there was no sign of what may have happened to the Rogers. Noticing some food had been left out on the kitchen table, an officer opened the fridge to put it back; he noticed that the shelves were stacked with freshly chopped cuts of meat. The officer commented to his partner that the couple must have butchered a hog, when he noticed the two severed heads sitting in the vegetable crisper.

The house on Driscoll St was immediately taped off, but there were few clues for investigators to pursue. Fred Rogers had been battered to death with a claw hammer, and his genitals had been sliced off and thrown in the toilet. Edwina Rogers had been beaten about the face with her own cane, and shot execution-style in the head. The meat in the refrigerator was the couple’s dismembered limbs and torsos. Human organs were discovered in a sewage pipe in the garden, after being flushed down the toilet.

A bloodstained saw discovered in Charles Rogers bedroom was enough to convince police he was a material witness in his parents murders. A warrant for his arrest was issued and a manhunt conducted throughout Texas, but no trace of Rogers was ever found. He was declared legally dead in 1975. No other suspect has ever been arrested for the murders of the Rogers’, and the case remains unsolved.


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Just YESTERDAY {June 6th 2000} Aaliyah’s “Back In One Piece” was released.

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Sweet as a Sour Peach (1/?)

Summary: You’d always kept an eye out for those alpha boys down the road. Either one alone could’ve swept you off your feet but it was both of them together that drove you crazy. Unfortunately, a few too many incidents involving some bad apples turned you off of alphas altogether. So, now you’re content to live out your days on your family’s farm. That is, until Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes show up on your doorstep looking for work.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes, eventual Steve x Bucky x Reader

Series Warnings: Farm AU, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, NSFW (18+), Smut, Angst, Fluff (yes, all of ‘em lol), mentions of past sexual assault, M/M and M/F/M sexual situations, some violence, and all the usual warnings that come with omegaverse stuff

Word Count: ~2268

A/N: The idea was sparked by [this] @angryschnauzer​ post from a while ago that had all sorts of ideas going off in my head until I settled on this one lol. Hopefully I’m not stepping on anybody’s toes by doing this! If so, please feel free to message me about it. If not, hopefully y’all enjoy my farm AU! This chapter is mostly set up, smut in the next one!

Tags are at the bottom! If any of y’all don’t like a/b/o or smut or farm aus or whatever else lol, just message me or send me an ask and I’ll leave you off of the taglist for this series! No hard feelings ♥♥


Originally posted by flyngdream

Your dress kicked up in the late afternoon breeze but you paid little attention to it as you moved around the yard to prep things for tomorrow’s work. Your father was the only other person around for miles and he’d been cooped up inside the house reading a book for most of the day.The evenings gave you little reprieve from the summer’s heat and it was a wonder that you didn’t waste your days away down by the stream on the back of the property.

With your mother up in town to take care of some paperwork, you’d been left with most of the chores around the farm until she got back. You were taking down the washing when they rolled up in Mr. Barnes old truck, kicking up dust as they rattled down the dirt road leading up to the house. Despite the dust and noisy exhaust, you could still scent the both of them as they pulled up next to your daddy’s truck near the haybarn.

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Happy birthday @pretzel-log1c!! I took the prompt idea of speedster!Len and Captain Cold!Barry to this XD

I had decided to come up with different outfits for them to wear rather than simply drawing them in each other’s clothes. I imagine Barry’s hair is white with his eyes glowing blue when he’s using his powers, like Caitlin on the show. Only he’s able to turn them off and look normal at whim, because he has more control over his abilities. Len would obviously be a fantastic speedster thief that for the longest time wouldn’t be known of, let alone caught until this new hero came onto the scene, and what a cutie! So flirting and stalking abounds. I had fun coming up with new logos and names for them in this verse :3 (It’s also giving me fic ideas.)  (And yes, I totally used the uniforms the Paladins wore from Voltron XD)

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Tagging peeps: @mockingbird-22 @sweetteaowl @robininthelabyrinth @blinkingkills @pheuthe @crimsondomingo @kipsiih @redcharade @fadetoblaqk @bobbedrake @daughterofscotland @caneycane

Emotions - Chapter 1

Genre: Hybrid! BTS, BTS AU, fluff

Pairing: J-Hope/Hoseok x Reader

Warnings: Uh there’s one swear word. Discussion of mental illnesses.

Summary: Y/N suffers from mental illness and per the suggestion from her therapist, she gets an emotional support hybrid, Hoseok.

Authors Note: Happy Halloween lovelies! I’ve been writing this for a bit and can’t seem to stop so I’ve decided to actually post my writing for you all and make it a series. Please let me know what you think and if you want more~.

Post Date: 10/31/17

Next: Chapter 2

“According to this test we have lined up a few hybrids that suit your needs,” the doctor said. She was a terse woman. The wrinkles between her brows were a mark of her seriousness. She cleared her throat.

You nodded your head in response. “Okay.” Doctor Rin pressed a button at her desk. In a matter of seconds, a nurse came in with a tall figure following behind them. The nurse was a stout male. It seemed like all the hair from his head was transferred onto his face. Behind his thick beard was a gentle smile. His follower quickly came into view.

He was tall, with delicate, almost feminine features. His cheekbones accentuated his radiant smile. Behind him a black tail violently wagged. It was obvious he was a dog hybrid, not just by his ears and tail, but by the aura he presented. He was jovial and warm, like sunshine.

 At the sight of him, your anxiety quickly melted away. In turn you found yourself curious and even a little bit excited to get to know the person before you. The nurse nodded to Dr. Rin before exiting the room. The hybrid approached you with a large grin. You stood to properly greet him.

“Hi, I’m Hoseok.” He grasped your hand with both of his and shook it eagerly.

“H-Hi I’m Y/N”.

“Wow, you’re so cute!” he exclaimed. You could feel the heat rush up your neck at his compliment. Mumbling a ‘thank you’ you sat down on the leather couch behind you. Hoseok joined you without hesitation, still grasping onto your hand. You had read previously that most dog hybrids were very affectionate and open with people, so his actions weren’t too surprising.

“Hoseok,” Dr. Rin began, “is a qualified emotional support companion. He’s experienced with people suffering from a range of mental maladies, especially depression and anxiety. As for your intrusive thoughts and dissociative states, he’s a fast learner.”

You cleared your throat uncomfortably and looked down at the floor. It was a bit unnerving to have all your shit laid bare in front of someone you just met. Hoseok patted the hand he held in his grasp and gave you a gentle smile. You returned the expression. Already doing his job, you thought.

Twenty minutes later you were driving the hybrid back to your home. He was currently busy gawking out the window. You heard a rhythmic thumping. With a quiet giggle you realized it was his tail hitting the seat behind him. Hoseok turned at your laugh and you heard the thumping get faster.

“I’m so happy y/n! I can’t wait to see where you live!”

“Don’t expect anything lavish, I just live in an average apartment,” you said.

“Oh I don’t care! I’m just excited to get to live with you. We can go on adventures together and play games!” You chuckled at his excitement. Admittedly you were surprised such a happy and talkative person was paired with you. All your life you’ve been quiet and calm.

Minutes later you were standing in the hallway with Hoseok eagerly watching you unlock your apartment door. As soon as the door was open you expected him to bound in, but he waited politely for you to get inside first. His tail betrayed whatever calm attitude he tried to portray. It wagged wildly behind him, his fluffy black ears on alert.

Seeing his restraint, you said, “Feel free to explore the house, what’s mine is yours Hoseok.” It was then that he took in a lung-full of air.

“It smells like you in here,” he said with a grin.

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“Good,” he said bounding off into your living room. He flopped onto the couch and rolled around on it before he ran into the hallway. Curious, you followed him. He quickly found the guest bedroom. “This will be your room. Do with it what you like.”

“I get my own room?” he asked.

“Of course,” you said. Hoseok squealed and gathered you up in a bone-crushing hug. Before you could faint from lack of oxygen, the hybrid peeled away from you. Just like with the couch, he rolled around on the bed.

The guest bedroom was rather plain. It held a twin bed, a dresser and a closet. There was window overlooking the pond behind your apartment building. Covering it were simple white curtains.

“What is it you’re doing by the way?”

“Scent marking. I, uh, just do it when I stay in a new place. It’s like when humans decorate their new spaces to make it their own, you know?”

“Oh yeah. Makes sense. Don’t hold back then,” you said. His tail suddenly perked up. Before you knew it the hybrid had gathered you up in another hug, rubbing his cheek on the top of your head. His hands rubbed up and down your back. Once you unfroze from shock, you muttered. “Uh H-Hoseok?”

He didn’t stop his ministrations as he responded, “Hm?”

“Are you…marking me?”

“No that requires biting silly! But I am scent marking you. Now other hybrids will know you’re mine.”


“My owner!” You pulled away from him to look him in the eyes.

“Hoseok, I don’t see you as some accessory or pet. I’m not your owner. I’m your…friend. We’re equals.” Hoseok felt his heart swell.

“Y/N…” he said. He grasped your hands in his and squeezed as a radiant smile graced his face.

“Then you’re my friend…my human!” You giggled at the last part and nodded.

“Fair enough.” A sudden loud noise broke your laughter. Hoseok looked down at his stomach with burning cheeks.

“Are you hungry? I can make us an early dinner.”

“You can cook?” he asked, dark eyes wide.

“Yeah, I actually really like it. What kind of food do you like?”

“Meat. Anything really. I’m not picky.”

You walked into your meager kitchen and opened the freezer. There were a few main dish options, but one really caught your eye.

“How about oven-roasted chicken and vegetables?” There was silence following your query, so you pulled your head out of the icebox and faced your hybrid. His mouth was agape. “Hoseok?”

“We can really have that? You can make that?” he finally uttered.

“Yes, of course. What kinds of dinners are you used to?” You pulled the chicken out to defrost. Then, you went around the kitchen gathering the rest of the necessary ingredients: carrots, potatoes, broccoli, olive oil, seasonings, lemon, etc.

Hoseok watched you with awe-filled eyes. He had never seen so much fresh food in his life. “W-Well,” he began, scratching the back of his neck nervously. “Usually microwave meals. It was all the clinic could afford to feed us.”

Amidst peeling a carrot, you heard his answer. Without hesitation you gave him a reassuring smile. “Well there will be none of that here. Fresh meals cooked by yours truly. Some occasional take-out too.”

As you prepared the rest of the meal, Hoseok watched you diligently. He admitted to you that he’d never cooked or seen someone cook in real life, outside of TV shows. Repressing a giggle at his child-like wonder, you promised to teach him how to cook if he wanted.

While the chicken and vegetables roasted, both of you settled onto the couch.

“What sort of programs do you like to watch?” You asked as Hoseok settled close to your side.

“I didn’t watch a lot of TV, I mostly read,” he said grasping your hand.

“Hmm, okay. What kind of books did you like to read?” His tail perked up and he sat cross-legged.

“Oh, I love superhero comics, mysteries and fantasy,” he answered, tail wagging. You couldn’t help but ruffle his hair at how cute he was. Hoseok leaned into your touch with a gentle smile on his face, accentuating his amazing cheekbones.

“I think I have the perfect movie in mind for you then,” you said as he snuggled back against your side. With the click of a few buttons you had put on The Avengers. Before long Hoseoks relaxed position changed to one of rapt attention. He sat on the edge of the couch, mouth open and ears standing to attention. Whenever a thrilling action scene came on, his tail wagged tirelessly.

Soon enough the oven beeped to let you know your dinner was ready. You shuffled away from the movie, leaving Hoseok to bask in the glory of modern-day Hollywood films. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you set the table up for dinner. It had been a long time since you had dined with someone. It was a simple pleasure that you missed.

Having graduated from college you quickly dove into starting your career, or well attempted to. You quickly hit a wall of crippling anxiety and depression. This wasn’t the first time you had found yourself at an impasse, you’d suffered almost all your life from these diseases. It was with tired realization that you had neglected your mental well-being while in college. You were like a solider coming out of war, covered with cuts and bruises, attempting to go into battle once more.

 So, you decided to get back into therapy, adjust your medications, read self-help books and per the suggestion from your therapist find an emotional support hybrid. Thankfully Hoseok was one of the last steps, so you were more balanced when he came into your life. You had found a job as a research assistant and found the schedule to be a soothing balm to your frantic thoughts.

Now, you smiled once more to yourself, already feeling the healing presence of a companion working wonders on your mood. “Hoseok,” you called, “dinner’s ready!”

Ripping his attention away from the screen, he quickly made his way toward the dining room. His eyes practically sparkled at the site before him. The chicken was perfectly golden and glistening, vegetables browned and seasoned to perfection. Even the glasses were filled with what appeared to be milk.

“Take a seat. I hope you don’t mind milk.”

“Well, I’m no cat but I do like it,” he jested. You gently plated food for him, giving him hearty portions. At the first bite, Hoseok felt like he slipped into a heavenly dimension.

“This is so delicious! You’re a wonderful cook. Thank you so much Y/N. I-I’m so touched.” His voice broke at the end of his compliments and you looked up to see him wiping his cheek. Delicately, you reached across the table and grasped his hand assuredly, much like he did to you in the clinic.

The rest of the dinner was spent with eager conversation, both of you getting to know each other better. You found you had much in common with tastes and interests alike. As he took his last bite, he dramatically sat back in his chair and rubbed his belly, totally content. You laughed at his act and gathered up the dishes. Standing at the sink you suddenly remembered something.

“You know, Halloween is fast approaching. Have you ever celebrated?”

“Mmm, kinda. The little kids at the clinic would go mock trick or treating every year and I would pass out candy to them.”

“Would you like to celebrate with me? We can decorate the apartment, carve pumpkins and even dress up if you want.” You suddenly felt the dog hybrid hug you from behind, tucking his head into the crook of your neck.

“I would love that!” He stayed where he was for a beat before saying, “Today has truly been like a dream Y/N. I can’t tell you how grateful I am to you. I’m supposed to be helping you and making you happy but you’re doing so much to make me smile.”

You turned from the sink and smiled up at the tall man before you. “You’re helping me, trust me.”



Catch Me (Day 3)

Summary: In which a bet leads Bucky to have to catch you every day for a week, no matter what.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,967

@avengerstories thank you for not getting sick of me asking you to edit things for me

Day 2

Originally posted by amjeth

The bright sun streams through a small crack in the curtains early in the morning, unceremoniously waking you up. You roll over in bed in an attempt to hide from the rude awakening but it is no use. Once you have been woken up, there’s no going back to sleep.

You open your eyes and find yourself face-to-face with your laptop, which kept you up until well past four in the morning. At the time, binge watching your favorite show on Netflix had felt like a wonderful idea. Now, due to the exhaustion that clings desperately to your bones, you realize that staying up so late probably wasn’t such a great plan after all.

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JAMFIC: single dad!dirk/jake

@cityinthesea shared an idea recently:

I want… an AU… where dirk raises dave, and beta bro just doesn’t exist
single dad dirk, where dirk dropped out of college in his third year of an art + philosopher double major to raise then 3yr old dave, makes money doing freelance coding and odd jobs, and meets jake when dave is around 9 just when he’s starting to get sassy and has picked up swearing like a sailor from his older bro (to dirks everlasting shame) and dirk has effectively spent the last 6yrs in the most incredible dry spell and internally screaming at the fear of fucking up this child he is responsible for
jake takes to dave well, and dave is an openly affection seeking little shit because he grew up in a good (if a bit unqualified) home

Aaaaaand I hadn’t done a ficjam in months, so I had some fun with the idea. Within you’ll find small Dave, Aunt Janey, a weary but warm Dirk, and a flirty hopeful Jake. And no beta’ing whatsoever.

Jane had told you a million times that she’d given you a key to her house for a reason, that anytime you were in her area, you were welcome to come visit. At the time, it’d worried you; you’d always gotten the impression Jane fancied you, but were never sure. The last thing you wanted to do was take advantage of that. But giving someone a key to one’s abode and private sanctuary was not a decision made lightly, and Jane Crocker didn’t make any decision lightly.

You’d given her a pester (or bother, on her end) to let her know you’d be coming around. Now, it’s a crisp morning in the outskirts of Seattle, the air fresh from the evening rain. From the front door of her house, you can hear the faint noise of livelihood going on inside, that distinctly vague feeling permeating. It’s been a long time since you’ve been in a home like Jane’s, you think.

You knock, and there’s no answer. The key bites into your fingers as you fortify your nerves and slide it into the door, unlocking it (oh dear, you’d sort of hoped that wouldn’t work?) and letting yourself in.

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This week’s behind the scenes sketch is from Neil’s Season 1!

Our artist comments:

This remake of an original Speakeasy EI saw minor touchups through thumbnailing. By moving the camera around a 3D model of the Icebox we could decide on a more dramatic shot. Another change was giving the heroine a smug expression. A face consisting of two dots and a line is detailed enough for a thumbnail!

They also send this sketch:

Are there any specific EIs or titles that you’d especially like to see the production sketches of? Let us know!


You loved me with a glass covered heart,
sheltering it’s warmth with ice and cold.

You loved me unintentionally,
but still with enough arms length between us,
shielding your affection with your callous stealth.

Looking back now, I should have known better,
cause your heart was frozen cold,
and the frostbite had manifested from deep within.



by Winifred M. N