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The reasons Americans want to move to Canada are the reasons it's really hard to do it
Happy Canada Day! Don't get your hopes up about emigrating.
By Dara Lind

Maybe, at first, you were joking. Maybe you’ve caught yourself since then wondering if it would truly be such a bad idea.

After all, America may well elect Donald J. Trump president in November. Maybe you really should move to Canada.

You probably wouldn’t be alone. You’re certainly not alone now: The Canadian government’s immigration website crashed the day after Donald Trump swept the Super Tuesday primaries, under the force of thousands of Americans Google searching “move to Canada.”

But moving to Canada is harder than it seems. I am here to explain it to you.

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“Marilyn seemed to radiate and had a lot of fun filming this sequence under the gaze of thousands of people who idolised her. After filming [Allen] led me to Marilyn, who was still wearing the white pleated dress that has now been rendered immortal. By curious chance I myself was wearing a white dress very similar to hers. She gave me her hand, she smiled from the heart and I returned the favour. We stayed for a long time talking about movies, Hollywood and our dresses. Immediately we felt like two women, not two competing stars. It amazed me because she had no arrogance. She seemed shy in the extreme and spoke in a small voice, muffled and barely perceptible. She made no attempt at all to dazzle or overpower me. When a photographer from [20th Century] Fox tried to take a picture of the two of us, she nodded but begged him to make sure it was OK. We then hugged and promised to meet up with each other very soon” - Gina Lollobrigida (who was in New York promoting a film)

Classic Book Recommendations for the Signs
  • Aries: Lolita, by Vladimir Nabokov
  • Taurus: On the Road, by Jack Kerouac
  • Gemini: The Metamorphosis, by Franz Kafka
  • Cancer: Emma, by Jane Austen
  • Leo: To Kill a Mockingbird, by Harper Lee
  • Virgo: A Tale of Two Cities, by Charles Dickens
  • Libra: Candide, by Voltaire
  • Scorpio: The Divine Comedy, by Dante Aligheri
  • Sagittarius: Much Ado About Nothing, by William Shakespeare
  • Capricorn: Twenty-Thousand Leagues Under the Sea, by Jules Verne
  • Aquarius: The Autumn of the Patriarch, by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
  • Pisces: Alice in Wonderland, by Lewis Carroll
You Ever Get That Feeling?
  • Harry is sitting at the head of the table, checks his watch. 5 minutes till the meeting. Eggsy shuffles into the room, looking disgruntled as only someone ridiculously uncomfortable could be, and plops onto chair next to Harry clutching his head.
  • Eggsy: Urrgh...
  • Harry: Good afternoon, Eggsy.
  • Eggsy: s'not.
  • Harry: Feeling under the weather?
  • Eggsy: If by under the weather, you mean having my head be savaged by an invisible poltergeist, then yeh Harry, I'm under it. I'm 20 thousand leagues under it. How'd you know?
  • Harry: You're in Merlin's chair.
  • Eggsy: *groans and buries his face in his folded arms on the table*
  • Eggsy: ....Fuck, why do bloody headaches gotta be so bad?
  • Harry: *tuts with concern* are you sure it isn't a migraine?
  • Eggsy: I dunno...does a migraine try to push your eyeballs outta your skull every time you inhale?
  • Harry: Ah. That sounds like a tension headache.
  • Eggsy: *peeks over his forearm with a squint* Izzat a good thing?
  • Harry: Well, as a matter of fact...*stands up and begins taking off his suit jacket, folding it over his chair*....it is.
  • Eggsy: Why're you stripping? Not complaining, or anything, but the others are on their way.
  • Harry: The good thing about having a tension headache, Eggsy, is that you can relieve the tension, and therefore the headache. Sit up.
  • Eggsy: *sits up slowly with a wince*
  • Harry: Now just relax.
  • Harry starts giving Eggsy a scalp massage. Takes a while, but Eggsy slowly relaxes into the seat, his head resting against Harry's stomach a little from the tension leaving his neck. He looks much younger than his 25 years now that he's not scowling, though still so tired. His mouth is even opening a little from how relaxed he is, which makes Harry smile.
  • Merlin comes into the room but stops short, observing them unnoticed at the door for a while, before closing the door quietly behind him. He sends a meeting re-time to the Kingsmen, just because.

Hi everyone! It’s Ana Margarida, aka @flowindia & Alli aka @bravend here… We have decided to host our 1st awards together, and since we both adore Radiohead, we have chosen a Radiohaed award whoohoo ! So here are the rule for participating :

❁ Rules ❁

mbf @flowindia & @bravend

must reblog this (likes only as bookmark)

❁ Awards❁  

(we are doing 2 for each category)

We Suck Young Blood  & No Surprises  Best posts

Stop Whispering  & House of Cards  Best URL

Electioneering  & My Iron Lung  Best theme

2+2=5  & Faust Arp  Best icon

Paranoid Android  & Karma Police - Best overall

All I need & How to Disappear Completely  Best new discovery

Fake Plastic Trees & Nude Best Playlist

Daydreaming & Burn the Witch Nicest blogger

Morning Bell/Amnesiac & You  Best different style

High and Dry  Ana’s fave

Creep  Alli’s fave

❁ Perks❁

2 super cool new friends

a feature on a lovely page (under co.)

promo to thousands 2 times per week (on request)

❁ Other❁

Be active

Have a clean and unique blog

Talk to us

Banne made by @flowindia

We will pick when we’re happy with the notes

Please don’t let this flop but if it does you never saw this okay

Last year you told me that Christmas was your favorite season back when you were six years old. How you believed in Santa Claus and all his reindeers and factory elves every time you spotted a gift near your Christmas tree or inside your Santa sock.

But one day you learned that Santa wasn’t real because you caught your father sneak your gift under the Christmas tree. And that ruined all the joy and excitement that Christmas used to give you. The thing that people call the Christmas Spirit.

But you were lucky you know? Because I never believed in Santa as a kid because it was evident to me that he wasn’t real because what kind of person would have that kind of generosity? No one I thought.

And you promised me. You promised me that we’d meet this Christmas. And you didn’t. You actually came early. Three days early. Seeing you wearing a Santa hat as I opened the front door.

And we kissed under the mistletoe under a thousand stars under a moonlight and yet above everything including heaven because we were high in Christmas Spirit.

And I looked at you, and you’re real.
And you looked at me, and you’re six years old again.

—  Currently Listening To: All I Want For Christmas Is You by Michael Bublé
The Water Paradox

Written with @astronutella

I’m afraid of what this world holds;
I’m afraid of the waters by the shore,
Their mighty blue power that sucks you in,
The way that they crash and roar.

I know from rowing upstream
And swimming against the wind
That bodies of water are strong
And their strength may know no end.

When I was a little girl
And swam too close to heaven,
The waves showed me no mercy,
Not even to a blonde girl of seven.

I had barely learned to swim,
But I wanted to be brave,
So I walked until I was waist-deep
And waited for a wave.

The water answered my call,
Came roaring and rushing in my direction.
In the midst of my wonder,
I stood still as it made an impression.

As when a child stares,
The world sort of stopped.
The blueness took me under
And I felt thousands of water drops.

My breaths became panicked;
The world became quiet.
I remember a low thrum,
But in my head, a riot.

Since then, I have known
The price we have to pay:
That water may give life,
But can also take it away.

You can call me insane
And say I’m paranoid,
But I’ve felt Death’s firm grasp
And know how close we are to its void.

so honey now...

take me into your loving arms: taurus, scorpio, libra, capricorn
kiss me under the light of a thousand stars: aries, sagittarius, gemini, aquarius
place your head on my beating heart: cancer, leo, pisces, virgo

Reading Conquering The Great King Like...

It was supposed to be a smut fic but instead it became an angsty painful journey with my OTP that left me in a puddle of tears at three in the morning.


Captain Nemo 

Captain Nemo real name is Prince Dakkar, son of the Hindu Raja of Bundelkund, and also a descendant of the Muslim Sultan Fateh Ali Tipu of the Kingdom of Mysore, famous for the Anglo-Mysore Wars. After the First Indian War of Independence of 1857, in which Dakkar lost his family and his kingdom, he devoted himself to scientific research and developed the Nautilus, wherein he and a crew of followers cruise the seas.

Nemo tries to project a stern, controlled confidence, but he is driven by a thirst for vengeance and a hatred of imperialism focused on the British Empire. He is also wracked by remorse over the deaths of his crew members and even by the deaths of enemy sailors. (X)

Created by Jules Verne

1st appearance Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea (1870)


take a heart, take a hand | a raven&jackson modern AU for @fandammit​ in honor of her birthday!

When senior ER resident Eric Jackson suspects that something is desperately wrong with Arkadia County’s MRI machine, his boss and mentor Dr. Abby Griffin agrees. But an underfunded hospital barely has the repair budget for “suspected” errors, even if they may be putting thousands of under-insured patients at risk. So Abby calls in a favor with MRI repair tech Raven Reyes, whose leg she saved two years ago in Arkadia County’s own trauma bay, and who she’s been caring for ever since in whatever ways she’ll let her. 

Ever since his mother’s illness and death, Eric has dedicated himself to becoming the best physician he could be and using work as his emotional anesthetic. Sliding from a rough childhood into a rough young adulthood, Raven has coasted from bad relationship to bad relationship, fixing every machine that comes before her but never touching the damage she’s diagnosed in herself. 

It’ll take hundreds of hours to locate the breakdown in the MRI machine… what starts as a tentative partnership based on being two of ER Director Abby Griffin’s wayward strays quickly blossoms into something more. And sometimes, two broken parts are broken just right to fill each other’s gaps. 


*Billy Mays voice*

Do you want to start reading classics but don’t know where to start? 

Have a particular classic author that you want to read, but need suggestions?

Maybe you wake up one day and say, “Know what would be fun? Reading a book written by one of those crazy old Transcendentalists from the 19th century I’ve heard so very much about.” 

Maybe you don’t know where to start. Maybe you need help. Maybe you need a dose of Classic Li/ysserature. (DO YOU SEE HOW SMOOTH THAT WAS?)

We’ll be doing this little post weekly (maybe more if there is a demand for it, cough cough) based on the major Adultbooklr read alongs. We will not be stopped at that, though. Oh, no. We want to drag you into it, too.

If there are particular works of classic literature or writers or literary movements that you want to know more about, head on over to our profiles (they are listed below… look down there… see it? Yes, that’s us and we have nothing but love for you) and shoot us a message with what you want to know or who you want to know more about and we will make sure to include information just for you in the next post.

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