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shakedown-1977  asked:

But how did you discover Russia's illegal annexation of Crimea

I was on assignment in early 2014.  It was February, I remember, and it was very cold, especially for Crimea, which the Russians generally considered somewhat equivalent to our Florida.  I was then a wildlife photographer (mostly marine) working there on behalf of the BBC, but occasionally I would dabble in urban photojournalism or human-centric stories when the need arose or I had free time. That’s how I found and grew to know Anna.

She was tall, stocky, built like a machine.  Her arms were cranes and her shoulders were bulldozers. Her long, flowing, ultra-brown hair was the only thing out of place, and her disposition was quite compatible with her physique. When we met for lunch every other week, she used to charge down the Sevastopol street when she caught glance of me, tearing through the other pedestrians and causing quite a stir. When she reached me, she usually knocked me into a lamppost or cafe table, and I would sometimes get a mild concussion, but I didn’t mind.  She was an excellent source and a better friend.

Now, I want to make one thing perfectly clear: the cafes of Sevastopol are exquisite, and for a moment if you closed your eyes you may have felt that you were in a seaside Paris, or a slightly more historic Genoa. The waiters and waitresses, dressed in all white outfits, their sole duty to cater and serve, were well-trained, and the chefs were obviously quite good at their task.  It was this setting that I grew to love, and that Anna had already loved since her childhood.

Anna would always tell me that she “could never ever leave” the city she resided in, and that she would rather “eat locusts” than move from her home.  Yet, in that brisk winter, I noticed that things were changing, and that perhaps, the locusts were more of an option than she led me to believe.

“My friend told me about good nursing jobs in Krakow,” she said to me at one of our cafe brunches. “A high need for them and good pay.”

The next week she told me that she had begun to brush up on her Polish, but she said it in such a way that I could sense the pain exuding off from her.  Each word, each sentence, was like acid on her skin, permeating her very being. She didn’t want to leave, she didn’t want to leave, she didn’t want to leave. Yet she did.

The day after the armed hit-squads casually marched through the streets and  the Novofedorivka airbase fell, I missed a call from Anna.  I already knew what she had to say, but I played the voice message anyway, eagerly contemplating every true word.  She had lost her state, her home, her independence. She didn’t feel right, she said, living in another man’s country under another man’s flag.  It just didn’t feel right.

I stayed for four more months, documenting the crisis in the best way I knew how, but there was always something missing – Anna.  She and I lost touch over the months, our cafe rendezvous a long-forgotten thought, and I flew back home when there were no more photos that hadn’t been taken, no more words that hadn’t already been committed to type.  The city, and the region, had been lost, but all I could think about was how Sevastopol lost Anna.

kia8088! Disney AU… more like Disney World AU and they seem like the perfect duo but omg they bicker at each other all the time when no one is around them. and then love blossoms from that cause i’m trash

‘See is it that hard to smile at children?’
‘Harder than accepting that you cut your hair for this role’
‘How did you even get this role you anti-social tall child?’
‘Same goes for you, shorty. Should’ve been a fairy being that short’

We need a Scheherazade no Bouken!

Is that little girl on the bottom left the child of Scheherazade and her king? *Shipper mode activades*🚢🚢🚢
She has the same ultra long curly hair as Scheherazade! But then again, her hair colour is the same as that leaf crown guy! Oh and I suppose the purple haired people with the black hoods are sibling magicians? I want to know about all of them!

Ohtaka, you can’t kill Scheherazade and leave us with just this picture. GRRR. Scheherazade no Bouken please!

New Year.. New Style! I never had the courage before now to get a short haircut because of all the warnings that it would make my face look heavier and I definitely didn’t want that. I decided one day while my mom (who is a hairdresser) was trimming my ultra long hair, that I needed a drastic change. I told her to cut it off and this was the result! Just a pixie cut that I styled with my flat iron, curling the ends up towards the back of my head. I’ve gotten a TON of compliments on it and people say it really suits me! I ABSOLUTELY ADORE IT! :) 

Chubby sisters! DO NOT BE AFRAID OF SHORT HAIR! Worst case scenario.. if you hate it, it will grow back! But you won’t know until you try it! Don’t let other people dictate what works for you! :) The only regret I have is not doing this haircut sooner! :D


I can not emphasise how amazed I still am by this doll. I just spent SO many nights absolutely being frustrated by her and hated how difficult she was to work on in terms of sculpt and colour.

But I’m just so utterly amazed, I finally was able to *work* with her sculpt, and I can really appreciate her gorgeous cheekbones and her strong jaw and nose. 

I ended up cutting her ultra long hair to just under her butt so it’ll be manageable but otherwise I’m happy I took the plunge to recustomize her.