the mid west

the fakest thing about JKR making a North American wizarding school is the fact that I don’t think some of you grasp how completely different and diverse America is

Like no way is a southerner about to come up to an East Coast school because those are VERY different feels. If anything the United States ALONE would have like six different wizarding schools that are HIGHLY competitive because like no way in hell is an Mid West school gonna let a West Coast school beat them in wizard sports

like….I wanna hear your North American wizard school headcanons about this

Giant Eagles Snatch Police Officer’s Adopted Baby Kangaroo For Their Dinner

A police officer who adopted a baby kangaroo after its mother died was horrified after giant eagles snatched him and flew off.

Constable Scott Mason took the joey into his own home earlier this year after he found the animal in the pouch of his dead mother.

But the kangaroo - now named Cuejo - was spotted by a wedge-tailed eagle, who decided that the animal would be its dinner.

The bird swooped in and lifted the poor animal over a 2m high fence at the property in Western Australia’s Mid West.

It then landed on the ground before a second eagle came along and joined in attacking the defenceless animal.

Safe and sound: Cuejo survived his ordeal (Twitter)

However, Scott refused to give up on his adopted pet and rushed over to the eagles, managing to scare them away.

Cuejo survived the attack but suffered wounds to this chest and face.

Scott told the Australian Broadcasting Corporation: “I finally caught up with him a few hundred metres down the way and found out that he was bleeding quite heavily.”

Cue Police later posted a picture on Twitter showing Cuejo resting and having a cuddle, tweeting: “Back to his adorable best.”

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Stay

Summer wind blows in again
Sometimes we wonder where we lost it
My good intentions were your fateful weapons
Still I’ve yet to learn my lesson
Oh oh oh
Though i don’t need much for anything
But a shady tree and a couple pours of whisky
To write my songs of love and life and loss
And just a few about you
So if you’ll hear me out

Stay with me we might never have to leave
You’re my southern king
We’re living for the day dreams
So don’t you laugh
He’s a good good man there’s something’s
he just wont understand

You know my old man is out of town for a couple days
I think that you should
Stay with me, all summer
Stay with me, under the covers
Stay with me, be my lover
Stay with me, all summer
Stay with me, under the covers
Stay with me, be my lover

So come on down i will show you how
Us mid-west boys like to party
So grab a beer and get over here
Summer straw and air don’t wait another year

Stay with me we might never have to leave
You’re my southern king
We’re living for the day dreams
So don’t get mad
Whats past is in the past
We can make this last if you just give me that chance

So when my old man is out of town for a couple days
Stay with me, all summer
Stay with me, under the covers
Stay with me, be my lover

Stay with me, all summer
Stay with me, under the covers
Stay with me, be my lover

Stay with me, all summer
Stay with me, under the covers
Stay with me, be my lover

Stay with me, all summer
Stay with me, under the covers
Stay with me, be my lover

Vintage postcard showing the Fox Carthay Circle Theatre, in the western part of the Wilshire district of Los Angeles, an area now known as Mid-City West.

Though, as a rule, most Bat-Man franchises served a specific territory with no geographical overlaps, somehow the Wilshire district of L.A. found itself with eight competing Bat-Man crime-fighting outlets, causing much chaos and confusion, and directly resulting in the subsequent banning of superheroes altogether from the Greater Los Angeles area.

Alright so apparently I’m not the only one who sees the similarities between these adorable cinnamon rolls. So I propose to you…an AU!!! 

Basically the premise for the AU is this. The Galra have been defeated, Pidge has been reunited with there family and everyone has returned to earth. Yes Allura and Coran as well. They are all scared by the war.Now that there is no more work to be done space harbors to many scars. I’ll develop the other Padalins later in the AU. My baby Lance is the main focus at the moment. 

Alright Lance returns to earth and reunites with his family. Tears are shed and the like. However he doesn’t stay with them long. He’s scared. He’s changed and its painful to be around his family, they remind him to much of who he was before Voltron. So he takes off, her goes and just sorta drifts around the mid-west of america for a while doing odd jobs sleeping in hotels and his car. Hes basically a new age hippie. Hes pretty strapped for cash when he arrives in a small town in Utah so he gets a job working at a construction site. Its convenient, they pay by the day so its easy for him to up and leave and the work is simple and strangely soothing. Who he meets there though that’s another story.

Leo Valdez had left New York behind.He had packed his bags and gotten hell out of dodge. Calypso and him…lets just say they didn’t work out. It wasn’t quite healthy. They both had their own personal issues and a relationship based of a short stint spent together wasn’t strong enough to last. They were okay, they didn’t speak much (at all really) but hey she was travelling and Leo was…living. It had been a few years since Gaea and the scars had yet to fade. Everyone was still haunted. They were so young, they fought most of their lives. And Leo hadn’t even been at demigoding as long as the other. They were all coping differently, him by taking off into the middle of no where working jobs that were easy. Construction was so mundane for him, could he do better? Yes. Would her? not at the moment. He needed time to figure things out. So for now he was doing work that came naturally to the son of  Hephaestus. It was all going so smoothly to…until this guy shows up out of the blue.

Lance doesn’t usually try and make friends with the people who work with him. He knows hes gonna leave, not gonna keep in contact with them and yeah…not really and point after that.But Leo…the small little elf. Well Lance hasn’t tried talking to him not much, he’s learned his name from others. Apparently Leo is the best here, Lance could see it. Easily, people always asked for Leos help. But that boys eyes weren’t right, they were too much like the one Lace saw staring back at him in the mirror. And strange things happened around Leo, strange creatures approached him at night. The only logical thing to do here was clearly to befriend the guy. They were the same age, some where in their twenties, and if their eyes were telling the truth, they had seen some pretty awful things. So Lance kicked up his usual play, loud and bold and joking. Turns out Leo had the same personality. They were similar. Lance could see that. Hell he bet Leo saw that, he just didn’t quite realize how similar till Leo said that simple phrase. One Lance himself remembered saying. “I’m just the seventh wheel”

Leo wanted to say that his personality had not changed over the years and yeah that was mostly true. But he knew he was slightly more subdued. With the seven and co. no it was like nothing had changed, he was the same good old Leo. With others however…he was shyer.. at first no. He was loud and joking and flirty but when they tried to get close…his insecurities bubble to the surface. Lance he was a lot like Leo, he had the eyes of a soldier and the personality that showed a lot of pent up fear. Still though that guy was really dead set on making Leo his friend. Something that most didn’t bother with past the usual nod of acquaintanceship. So forgive Leo blurting out the one insecurity that always got under his skin “I’m just the seventh wheel” 


So yeah. This is the basis for the AU. I’m not really a writer so i cant really promise fics but comics and art are a definite. Plus I’ll probably add these little glimpses every now and again. Feel free to ask questions about the AU and suggestions, I’ll take them into account. Also if this inspires you feel free to write a fic off this AU. I will most defiantly read it and draw out my favorite scenes 

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19 seconds of Ivar enjoying the forest. 

Sunday Afternoon’s Thoughts

I feel like I have absolutely nothing to write about right now (<– a sure to be thrilling post, when it starts like that).   It’s been a really quiet weekend for me; so much so I’m debating whether I should extend the rotation I’m on, or not. Right now I head back to Toronto July 1st weekend, however I could stay until the end of October (aka for the summer), but given my intense lack of friends and things to do, I’m not too sure… 

I have a date this evening. I suppose that’s news. As always I’m super nervous and keep thinking of reasons to back out, but it’s also something to do.  I find dating in Detroit to be a lot easier than dating in Toronto; the guys here are mid-west gentlemen; friendly. Or, I’m more easy going.  But… all the dates I’ve been on so far I’m the person who has not wanted a second date, and I keep wondering if I have got to such an independent point now, that it won’t matter if Mr. Right even comes along, because I’m so stuck in my little bubble of one. Cool cool. #dyingalone

I went to CrossFit this morning and did 17.4 (the official CrossFit workout released this week).  I did the 55 deadlifts at 100lbs, 55 wall balls at 10lb, made it through the 55 calorie row, and got one (modified) handstand up push-up in. Felling pret-ty baller right now. 

I was up (laying in bed) till about 4am last night. At 8pm I drank a “decaf” coffee which I’m 99% sure was not decaf, and I want to go back and complain now to Starbucks. 

Have you watched Big Little Lies yet? ohmy, get on it! It’s sooooo good.  I may buy the book, as waiting for the episodes to come out is too suspenseful.  

Next weekend my parents are coming to visit, and the weekend after my friend Veronica. And then friends from Boston are coming in April!  I’m pretty excited to show people around Detroit.  I’ll also admit I’ve sort of been shocked at how much some of my friendships in Toronto have sort of fallen off a cliff from me moving here.  Perhaps my expectations are way too high, but I feel so isolated here, and when I message friends, there’s usually no reply. Cool cool.  Perhaps it’s karma, as I’m pretty terrible with texting at times too. 

I am feeling a really strong urge to go for a run lately. Note, easier to type than actually do.  I’m doing CrossFit four or five times a week, but think I may drop down to three and add one or two runs in.  When I see people running (they’re few and far between in Detroit though!) I get so jealous.  Perhaps I should sign up for a 5 or 10k to motivate myself.  

I built myself a shoe rack today.  It’s the worst ikea-type job I’ve ever done, as I had no screwdriver, just a knife, but it gets the job done.   I’m going to add a photo of it to the bottom of this post because I’m weirdly proud of it. 

I have been really obsessed lately at looking at jobs. Don’t get me wrong I have zero intention of leaving my company (ever, right now), but I keep looking up Product Manager jobs at large tech companies to ensure I am learning and doing items to be able to one day check off all the requirements.  

I’m down to 193lbs. Or, perhaps you could say up to 193lbs.  That being said I had to buy a belt from Gap the other day to help with a now-too-big pair of jeans. YES. And, I went shopping yesterday and fit most size 12 dresses, which is a win, as I think around Christmas size 14 was a stretch.  I’m still counting calories, not as diligently as before, but I’m now 40 days consistently on My Fitness Pal, which is good because it feels like a habit. 

How do you make adult friends? I signed up for Bumble BFF (like a dating app, but for for friendships) and it was SO WEIRD. Almost more awkward than talking to guys.  Ha. Although my friend/colleague from the Toronto office is heading to Detroit for six weeks (starting today!) and she’s living in my building, and I’m super super excited for that, as I think I’ll now have a friend to actually go out with, and/or do a hiking trip up north with. Yesssssssssss! 

And would you look at that, I did somehow have something to say, Happy Sunday! 

My brilliant work. I couldn’t screw the middle rack in, so it’s just balancing on the screws pushed in. ha

Little Known Black History Fact 2/3/17

In the mid-1800’s, West Africa’s Kru tribe was known among slave traders and colonialists for their resistance to capture and enslavement. They were also invaluable to merchants who visited the region because of their knowledge of the rough coastal waters of the Atlantic Ocean.

The Kru settled in the region now known as Liberia and the Ivory Coast and in some portions of Sierra Leone, most notably Freetown. Evidence of Kru tribesmen on the west coast of Nigeria and in Cameroon has also been reported. In the 1700’s, the Kru were vital cogs in the trade between Europe and other nations as they skillfully navigated small ships in the choppy coastal waters.

The Kru were infamous for fighting for their freedom, reducing their value to slave traders who found them too difficult to tame for slavery. If captured, the Kru would simply kill themselves, rather than become property. In battle, they were fierce even if their weapons were inferior to those of the invaders and often vanquished foes on sheer grit alone.

In 1856, the Kru clashed with The Republic of Maryland, Liberia’s former name. The Grebo people, a subgroup within the Kru ethnic group, assisted in the resistance and their victory over the Maryland settlers became the stuff of legend.

Today, the Kru largely exist in the same areas as they did then, employing tribal hierarchy systems independent of one another. One of the most well-known Kru descendants is Ivorian soccer star Didier Drogba, the all-time top scorer for the Ivory Coast national team and a feared striker for his former team, Chelsea. Drogba helped his nation’s team qualify for its debut appearance in the 2006 World Cup event.

To all the people who say you are ”too young” to read Sarah J. Maas’s books:

So… on Saturday, I was fortunate enough to go to a Sarah J. Maas signing, and I had an absolute blast. I got to meet her, hug her, tell her how much her books have changed my life… all of these things… but let me tell you a story about this particular signing.

So keep in mind, this signing took place in Wichita, Kansas. In the middle of the mid-west, where Jesus is king and there are churches on every effing street block. 

Well, me and my friends (we all age from 24-26) were waiting in line and we noticed there were a lot of 11, 12, and 13 year olds. We thought it was kinda funny, because SJM is an almost adult writer in many ways, but no big deal. For me, I believe people should read what they want to read, so it didn’t bother me any; however, I did wonder how many of the parents knew about all her sexy scenes…

Fast forward to the interview, and Sarah in all her lovely quirkiness was talking about the “three day sex marathon” in ACOMAF, and I looked around and saw all of those parents’ faces turn puce with anger at their daughters. Dude, I can’t imagine how many kids had serious sex talks on their way back home (because let’s be real, if we have sex education in our school systems in the mid-west, it generally consists of the abstinence talk). 

Though some of their reactions were bordering on hilarious, I also found it a bit sad and frustrating. I feel like Sarah does an excellent job at portraying sex in her books. None of the characters are looked down upon for putting out (though an argument could be made that Lysandra was talked about that way in the earlier books of ToG–but I digress). 

However, in Middle America where fathers still clean their guns when boys go to pick up the daughter for a first date, and where balloons are placed between couples during dances and told “make room for the Holy Spirit” (I’m so very serious you guys… this is a real thing), I find it sad that they wouldn’t know a healthy sexual relationship if it bit them in the ass. There is so much “shielding” but no teaching about what constitutes as an abusive relationship (sexual or otherwise) when you are barred from even having physical contact and told by all adult figures that sex will get you a one-way ticket to hell and that no man ever wants someone else’s leftovers.

So as much as it was slightly comical seeing the parents get all huffy about it, I actually feel sorry and sad for the girls who had to go home and have their parents make sure that these books are appropriate for young people to read. It’s censorship at its most basic level, and that disturbs me a lot.

So to you girls and boys who people consider “too young” to read her books, I say to hell with it. If you are old enough to understand what’s going on and you want to read, then these are for you. These books are for you to decide if you agree or disagree. So keep with it, and as Margaret Atwood says, “don’t let the bastards grind you down.”

anonymous asked:

what this about a Usuk investigator blog?? 👀

jeez, I mentioned that like a year ago lmao, i’ll give you some old stuff I made for it.


Setting: Canada; 1950′s


South USA; ??


Japan; ??


Mid-West, USA; mid-1800′s


Haïti; 1920′s


Italy; late 1800′s


Dean had always been the pure one. No matter how much he drank, smoked, fucked around, passed out on the street, was covered in blood and mud from another hunt, there was something clean about him that seemed to draw people in. They knew behind his dirty finger nails and greasy hair, old leather jacket and cheap flannel was a pure soul.

Sam had never been pure. There had been a wicked spark in his eyes ever since he could remember. His world was different from Dean’s. He saw the shadows lurking in motel room corners long before he started hunting. He felt the tug whenever they met a witch, a demon, any evil creature, really. It felt wrong to kill them, like cutting off a limb, watching the blood splash out, allowing the excruciating pain to course through him. Sam had always known he was one of them.

Driving through the mid west, just the two of them in their Impala, no soul around for miles, they would sometimes let the covers fall. Dean would allow his playboy, whiskey-fond, hard guy attitude to slip, and Sam would stop pretending to be the soft, gentle guy who wanted to go to Stanford, get a law degree and be respectable. Dean would spread his legs like a bitch in heat, and Sam would fuck him like an animal. Dean would beg and plead and whine in need, and Sam would take his sweet time to completely break his brother.