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Charity Single for Grenfell Tower Reaches No.1 After Two Hours of Being Released

The charity single titled ‘Bridge over Troubled Water’ featuring various British artists was released yesterday and already became the number 1 single on iTunes just after two hours.

The single is to raise money for those that have been affected by the Grenfell Tower fire where over 70 people have been confirmed dead, another 70 are still missing and over 300 residents have been left without a home.

Simon Cowell organised for Garfunkel’s classic song to be covered by more than 50 well-known artists. Some of the artists featured on the single include; Liam Payne, Stormzy, Emeli Sande, Rita Ora and many more. 

The music video for the single shows many of the residents standing together as a choir and also shows some of the horrific photos of when the tragic fire took place.

Rapper Stormzy opens the song with his moving verse. ‘I refuse to be silenced, I refuse to neglect you’.

‘Bridge over Troubled Water’ is now available to purchase with proceeds going to the victims of Grenfell Tower.

Zahra Diesow

Abandoned by Disney

(warning: very long story)

Some of you may have heard that the Disney corporation is responsible for at least one real, “live” Ghost Town.

Disney built the “Treasure Island” resort in Baker’s Bay in the Bahamas. It didn’t START as a ghost town! Disney’s cruise ships would actually stop at the resort and leave tourists there to relax in luxury.

This is a FACT. Look it up.

Disney blew $30,000,000 on the place… yes, thirty million dollars.

Then they abandoned it.

Disney blamed the shallow waters (too shallow for their ships to safely operate) and there was even blame cast on the workers, saying that since they were from the Bahamas, they were too lazy to work a regular schedule.

That’s where the factual nature of their story ends. It wasn’t because of sand, and it obviously wasn’t because “foreigners are lazy”. Both are convenient excuses.

No, I sincerely doubt those reasons were legitimate. Why don’t I buy the official story?

Because of Mowgli’s Palace.

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Happy birthday to one of my best friends, @sittaeuropaea - a great person, and a very talented vulture. These little blue birds have become very special to me, they remind me of you, and whenever I see one it cheers me up. It’s a sign of good things and friendship to me. I will stand in the kitchen sometimes and just wait for one to appear at the feeder, and it almost feels like I am with my friends. Thank you for always being there and being so awesome, friendle, I hope you have had a truly fantastic day and you like your presents and your pizza.

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"Sorry, were you sleeping?" Djwifi

Alya couldn’t help but smirk as she crept towards to figure slumped over the library table. His eyes were closed, headphones over his ears. It was hard to tell from this angle if he was actually asleep or just engrossed in music. Sitting down carefully, she cautiously reached out and poked him in the cheek. 

He let out a slight agitated snore, head twitching at the unexpected pressure, before settling back into peaceful slumber. 

Alya bit back of squeal of delight. 

This was it! Her moment for perfect revenge. 

Ever since she had gotten her miraculous Alya had been having… difficulty adjusting to her new schedule, so it wasn’t uncommon to find her passed out sleeping at random point through the day. 

Marinette, bless her little heart, had never called her out on it, and more often than not just curled up and took a nap as well whenever Alya passed out during their hang out sessions. 

Nino however had not been as kind. The number of times she had woken up to awkward photos, ridiculous hair styles, the occasional game of how many origami cranes can I stack on top of her head before she wakes up, and loud musical alarm clocks, were past counting. 

She couldn’t be too angry. Between her increased disappearances and her habbit of dozing off on her boyfriend with no explanation she was mostly just happy that he seemed to approach the thing with his usual good humor. A few cranes stuck in her hair was a small price to pay for his overall understanding of her sudden lack of availability. And it wasn’t like he ever did anything malicious. Plus she knew that he did the same thing to Adrien, who also had a similar habit of falling asleep when left unattended, so it wasn’t like he was singling her out. 

Still the chance to turn things around on him for once would be a nice change. Especially after the 1812 overture incident. 

She leaned back in her chair, trying to think of the perfect revenge. After a few minutes of careful thought she smiled. 

As gently as possible she pried off his headphone, hardly daring to breath she stealthy worked them off of his head without jarring him from his slumbers. His head settled back against the desk and he let out a soft snore. 

 Alya grinned in triumph and reached into her bag pulling out her history textbook.

She scooted her chair closer and raised the book as high above her head as possible before dropping it onto the thick wooden table. 

“IDIDN”TDOIT!” Nino shouted jumping out of his seat only to trip and crash face first back into the desk as Alya broke into gales of laughter.

Blinking the sleep back from his eyes Nino glared at his traitorous girlfriend. “What the hell was that Babe?” 

“Sorry, were you sleeping?” she grinned. 

back to the prompt grind! Not taking any more just finishing what I have. 

Along for the Ride – Prompto x Fem!Reader // Chapter 1: Photoshoot

Word Count: 3666 
Adult Themed but SFW (Later chapters will be entirely NSFW. We’re building to it. I’m a sucker for sexual tension, ok?)
Reader specifics: She has some sort of fashion color in her hair. It can be any color(s), in any amount, but it’s there. 2. She has a small tattoo on her right bicep. That is all. :D

Author’s Note: This little chapter was what started my journey into Prompto hell. It has since taken over my entire damn life and it’s all thanks to someone else’s photoshoot one shot. It was fine, but it left me un satisfied. I’ve tried my hand at modeling before, so the flow just felt inorganic. I also just couldn’t wrap my head around (the canon version of) Prompto just banging a chick he just met during a photoshoot. So I was like…I’m an ok writer…I could write it…then I needed it…and before I knew it, I was neck deep into 9 chapters and I now have an overarching plan to fix the end of the damn game. (Facepalm) I’ve been consumed.

I ALMOST didn’t post this. I’ve been reeling, trying to make it perfect. Then my dumb ass muse was like, “PREQUEL!” 

Then it was like, “ONE SHOTS!” and I started like 4 that are currently incomplete because I keep going back to this damn chapter and fixing it. If I don’t just post this, I’m going to find a reason not to. 

So here you go my lovely Prompto fans. I hope you enjoy it.


(If I tagged you, it’s because I’m pretty sure you appreciate Prompto. I hope that’s ok!!  ⁽˚̌ʷ˚̌ʺ⁾)

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One day at a time (chapter 2) Lin-Manuel x Reader

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Summary: This is Inspired by Lin’s adorable tweet about him messing around on tinder. Lin gets chatting to you via Tinder while logged onto his friend’s account and fluff ensues. After messaging him for a couple of days he decides it’s time to meet.

Warnings: Nothing but fluff with some hints of angst. Oh and I swear more than I realize.

Word count: 4151

Tags: I think this is everyone who wanted a tag, I’m so sorry if I forgot anyone @ruth-hamilton-delrio@iputmyselfintothenarrative@hamiltonwrotetheother51@invisiblerambler@mofoing-democraftic-republican@thedoctorsnerdgirl@21phantasticromances


It was 1.30am when you got to the 24 hour diner after Lin had texted you directions. You stopped just outside the door. Inside you could see the back of what might be Lin’s head and you hesitated. What were you doing here? Catching a cab in the early hours of Christmas eve morning to meet a stranger you’d sent messages to for 2 days? This wasn’t like you. You weren’t impulsive and brave. You were cautious and shy. You were the kind of person in bed by 10pm (when you weren’t plagued with insomnia), you were the kind of person who flossed daily, and flaked out on plans to stay home and write. And you were also the kind of person to be in a long term relationship with the love of your life only to be dumped at a moment’s notice for someone else. Ok so maybe this wasn’t your usual behavior, but maybe it should be.

The instant warmth of the diner brought a flush to your cheeks as you headed inside, and approached Lin, who was nervously scrolling through his phone.

“Hi!” you said, far too brightly, trying to appear confident, as though this was the kind of thing you did all the time. Lin instantly turned his head, a warm smile spreading across his face.

“Hey you came!”

He stood up to meet you, absentmindedly flattening down his hair, grinning.

You almost reached out to shake his hand before realizing how utterly formal and ridiculous that would be. You were suddenly very aware of your posture, your arms, the way you were standing, and you weirdly felt clunky and awkward and self conscious. Luckily Lin didn’t seem struck with the same sense of awkwardness as you, and he leaned in to hug you, kissing you quickly on the cheek.  His soft navy blue jumper smelled faintly of christmas cookies.

You sat down in the booth opposite him and removed your scarf and gloves, as you frantically wished your nerves away. He smiled, looking down at his cup, and biting his lip, then bringing his eyes back up to meet yours. The way he looked at you… You felt a shiver run down your spine. Could you just skip the getting to know you conversations and move straight to biting his lip for him?

“Hey so I’ve got something for you!” Lin said brightly, placing a brown paper bag in front of you, grinning.

You hesitantly peered inside and then laughed.

“You actually brought me empanadas?”

“Of course! I didn’t want to lure you out after midnight with the promise of empanadas and then not actually provide empanadas. I’m not a monster!” He took a sip of his coffee and peered at your over the cup.

You smiled.

“Well thank you, you are so sweet! I mean, this is sweet… ” you said, cringing at the words as they tumbled out of your mouth.

“Ok, I’m sorry” you said laughing. “I’ve gonna be straight up and just admit I am the worst at flirting. I don’t usually do this” you said while gesturing at him.

Lin laughed. “Ok well this” he said, mirroring your gesture, “is just coffee. It’s just coffee, in the early hours of a morning with a total stranger who hasn’t been able to stop thinking about you. But seriously, it’s just coffee, it doesn’t have to mean anything bad.”

As if by magic, the lone waitress appeared at your table, placing a cup of coffee in front of you, and re-filling Lin’s empty cup without a word. There was a silent understanding that anyone entering the diner at 1.30am on christmas eve must be in need of coffee. She left you both to it and you clutched the cup in front of you, grateful to have something to fidget with.

“Is this weird?” You asked.

Sending texts off into the ether and having a crush on someone from the safety of your own home was fine enough, but the reality of the situation had begun so settle.

“I mean, is it weird, meeting like this so quickly? You don’t know me, and I don’t know you.”

Lin sensed your unease and leaned forward, his eyes soft and reassuring.

“Hey I just really liked talking to you, there’s no pressure ok? I know my constant barrage of texts today might have felt a bit too much.”

“Are you kidding? I felt like I was annoying you with all my  messages!”

He leaned back and grinned

“Ok good! So we’re both around the same level of annoyingness. That’s good to know. But honestly, it doesn’t feel weird.” He said, shrugging. “I couldn’t sleep, you couldn’t sleep, you’ve inadvertently spoiled Gilmore Girls for me, what else were we gonna do?”

You laughed, watching him get animated and gesturing wildly about Gilmore Girls at 1.30am was positively endearing.

“Also you sounded sad, I was worried. I really just wanted to see you.” He said, his fingers circling the top of his coffee mug.

“Wait, so you mean this isn’t just a sleazy tinder hook up?”

Lin winced, “Sleazy? Well technically we aren’t on tinder anymore, and what’s so sleazy about it if we were?” And there he went, biting his lip again. You couldn’t tell if it was a nervous habit or if he subliminally knew that watching him bite his lip stirred deep flickering waves in your stomach.

You stared at him, studying his face. His whole face, not just his lips this time.

“Ok I gotta ask because this is really bugging me now, where do I know you from? Did you go to Palmer’s High?”

He smiled awkwardly and looked down at his coffee.

“Sorry, not me.”

“Is it the Union library, did you used to work weekends?”

He shook his head looking embarrassed and cleared his throat.

“I’m Lin-Manuel Miranda” He said, squirming in his seat, his eyes still staring at his coffee cup before looking up at you expectantly.

You mouthed the name to yourself, testing the words out on your tongue, until you stopped in your tracks. You stared at him, blinking incredulously.

“Fuck off!” you exclaimed without thinking, before covering your mouth with your hand.

”Sorry, sorry sorry! I didn’t mean that! It’s just… oh god I feel like an idiot!” You took a breath and looked at him again.

“Well… ok then…hello Lin-Manuel Miranda!”

“Hi!” Lin smiled sheepishly. “And you don’t have to say the full name each time by the way.”

You laughed, shaking your head as your evening elevated to new surreal heights.

“You know you really should have prepared me for this in one of your many messages today” you said.

Lin leaned back “You didn’t seem to recognize me from my name or any photos I sent and honestly that was just kind of nice so I guess, yeah I didn’t say anything. Anyway, shall we move on?”

You nodded, smiling.

And you did move on.

You talked about break ups, about writing,about families, about the first single you ever bought.

“Roxanne Shante? No way! ” Lin exclaimed in surprise, clutching his hands to his chest.

“What can I say, I had a ridiculously cooler older brother who used to take my to this second hand vinyl store and practically forced records into my hands.”

“Ok well, let’s hear it for cooler older siblings everywhere” Lin chuckled while raising his coffee mug in the air. You smiled and joined him, clinking your mug with his.

“Wait, wait, wait!” Lin’s voice dropped an octave and he placed his hands on the table looking deadly serious.

“Can we please geek out about Roxanne’s beef with KRS-One?”

You shook your head and laughed.

“Oh no, you best not be dragging Roxanne?” You said, pursing your lips in mock rage.

“What? No way!” Lin practically spluttered. “Roxanne’s Revenge is UNFUCKINGBELIEVABLE!”

You turned your head to see the waitress tutting, peering over the counter and rolling her eyes at the overexcitable pottymouth Lin. You looked back at Lin who giggled like a naughty kid, flashing you an embarrassed smile.

You talked about favorite places to write (his: while walking his dog, yours: while on the subway), you talked about the paralysis you feel when you experience mindblowing art, and you both talked about the frustrations of having obsessive personalities, of not knowing what it’s like to just like something a normal amount.

“So you’re telling me that there’s this painting, sorry, not just a painting,this life altering painting that means the world to you. In fact it means so much to you that someday you want to write a book about it. But you’ve never actually even seen it in person, never got to look at it up close?”

You nodded as Lin shook his head, staring at you in disbelief.

“Well for a start the painting is permanently housed in Barcelona,” you explained “ it’s never exhibited outside of Europe, and I’m not exactly made of money. But I’ll see it one day.” You said wistfully before catching yourself, feeling embarrassed.

“Sorry, I swear I don’t usually just ramble on about art for 20 minutes at a total stranger.”

“Are you kidding, you’ve just listened to me talk about the intricacies of Sondheim for way longer than is considered polite. I live for this stuff, this is the kind of thing that keeps me up at night. If you can’t be obsessed over things then what’s the point?”

“Well I guess you have kind of made a career out of it” you smiled.

“It’s not about that’” He saved waving his hand, “ It’s about the obsessions. The ideas and things you love that won’t leave you alone. Those are the ideas worth having.”

You smiled nervously, you’d never met anyone who got it. Even Kay had dismissed your love of art as something that was frivolous and pretentious. You barely knew this guy, and he got it.

“You need to see this painting.” Lin said, his face deadly serious. “Honestly, I feel like I need to see this painting now.”

You laughed

“Promise me you’ll see it.”

“Well not right now, but sure, that’s the plan.“ you said

This didn’t feel like the awkward conversations of first dates you’d remembered. Everything felt familiar, he was easy to talk to, although every now and then you’d catch yourself. You’d find yourself staring longingly at his lips mid-conversation, your stomach fizzing with pangs of excitement, reminding you that you ought to feel nervous. He made you feel nervous and comfortable all at the same time. Was there a word for that?

Until It was 4 am and you realized his hand was resting gently on yours, his thumb softly stroking yours.  His touch was so light as he continued to speak. You tried so damned hard to listen to him but his touch made it hard to concentrate. This wasn’t just coffee. Couldn’t you just be kissing him now?

“So I guess the bad news is that I’m going back to London next week. “ He said, sighing while looking down at his thumb, watching it tracing patterns against your skin.

His words shook you out of your haze and you quickly looked up at him.

“We start filming again in the new year and I’m kind of living there at the moment. Hence the jetlag.”

“Oh” You said. Not knowing what to say.

You had no right to feel disappointed. This was just coffee, you didn’t even know what this was, or if you even wanted anything beyond coffee at the moment, that all seemed to heavy and big to deal with. But you also hated the idea of a ticking clock looming large on the horizon.

“So are you saying this is a sleazy tinder hookup?” you laughed nervously.

“No,no,no, I just mean…I just mean I like you. I like talking to you. And I guess I just wanted to be upfront. But I also want to see you again. Unless you don’t want to.”

He looked up at you, biting his goddamn lip again and your words caught in your throat.

“I want to.” you said shakily and he smiled.

“Good” He said grinning.

“Although maybe next time it can be at a more sensible hour.” Your eyelids suddenly feeling very heavy.

Lin stretched out and let out a yawn and groaned.

“I’m supposed to be saying insanely clever and articulate things in an interview in a few hours” He said, looking at his watch and laughing. “I’m gonna pay for this later on. But it was worth it.” His eyes twinkled and the way he looked at you made you blush.

You gathered your scarf and gloves as Lin went to the counter to pay for the endless supply of coffee, dropping in an extra tip by way of an apology for how loud you’d both been. He held the door open for you, placing his hand against the small of your back to guide you out, and you shivered from the cold and his touch.

“Can I see you again? Soon?” He asked eagerly,as you stepped out onto the sidewalk, his eyes pleading.

“I’d really like that.” you breathed, suddenly forgetting how to speak.

The last 3 hours had passed in a whirlwind of surprisingly easy conversation, but now you felt the words stutter at the back of your throat as nerves took over, and shyness seeped through you. You wanted to break the silence, your brain whirred as you tried to think of something to say. Something clever, something funny, something to make him want you. Instead you just blurted: “It’s so cold!”

You shivered and he put his hands on your arms, rubbing them to warm you up.

“Let’s get you warm” he said in a low hushed tone.

He took the scarf you were holding in your hands and looped it around your neck, stepping forward so that his face was just inches away from yours and you could feel his breath as you shivered. He glanced up, his eyes locking with yours, and his mouth hung slightly open as he looked at you longingly. Before you could even think, before you could even speak, before you could even breathe he was pulling the ends of your scarf towards him, pulling your face close until his lips were on yours.

His slips were soft, slow, and longing. His top lip grazed against yours, sending shockwaves across your body. You trembled as he held onto your scarf, his kisses growing more urgent as he pushed against you, pressing your back against the outside wall of the diner. His nose squished softly against your cheek as his lips darted across yours. You trembled and cupped his face with your hands, kissing him hungrily, pushing your hands back in his hair, and his own hands fell down to your waist, gripping you tightly, pulling your body tight against his.

Your hands fell to his shoulders as you both broke away for air. His hands stayed firmly on your waist, and his mouth hung open as he gazed at you You felt drunk from the lack of sleep and from his kisses.

“You know I don’t have to be anywhere for a few hours if you wanted to come back and just…sleep.” He whispered, his lips hovering over yours. You groaned softly.

“As much as I would love to …sleep. I don’t think that’s a good idea right now. I mean I should probably get home and actually sleep in my own bed.”

Lin inhaled deeply and nodded wearily. He leaned forward, gently cupping your cheek. He kissed you quickly, leaving your lips tingling in anticipation, before softly kissing your nose then your forehead.  His hands still held your waist, and your skin felt electric, aware of every slight touch.

“You are so very sensible.” He smiled.

“Wait, what the actual fuck?” Melissa screamed in your ear.

“I’m away for 2 weeks and you went on a date with Lin-Manuel Miranda? Are you messing with me?”

You sighed. “For the last time, I’m not messing with you. This all really happened.”

Melissa’s jaw hung open, her eyes were wild as you filled her in on the surreal events of the last 2 weeks. You told her about the accidental catfishing, the many many messages, the first date at 1.30am on Christmas eve, the second date the day after Christmas. And the dates which then followed. Melissa had sat on your couch, open mouthed, struggling to keep up. The absurdity of the entire situation was not lost on you.

From that first kiss at the diner on Christmas eve morning you’d thought of nothing else but kissing him again. As soon as you’d headed back to your apartment to finally sleep, you’d instantly regretted not going back with Lin. You closed your eyes replaying the kiss a thousand times in your head, longing for his lips again, wanting to feel his skin, and daydreaming of his touch. You wondered what it would be like to wake up next to him but then felt foolish, shaking the image from your head, knowing that whatever was happening between you, was bound to end as soon as he headed back to London. You’d laid in bed cursing yourself as your phone vibrated. A sleepy selfie of Lin popped up on your screen with a message:

Lin: Wish you were here zzzzz

Then Christmas day hit and you were alone. You didn’t exactly regret your choice of not visiting your Trump supporting parents for christmas. Their homophobic tendencies meant they had never really approved of Kay in the 5 years you’d been together. They had made it clear in previous years that you weren’t welcome home for the holidays if Kay accompanied you. But now with Kay gone your mom had suddenly reached out to you inviting you back for the holidays as though nothing had ever happened..  

So naturally you opted for your first christmas alone, eating froot loops while watching Elf, and spending the rest of the day writing. It was the same as any other day really, although the holidays were naturally designed to make the recently dumped feel lonely. And at least for the last few days you’d had Lin to distract you, but today as Lin was caught up in family duties, you found yourself looking back over old photographs of Kay, brooding over nostalgia. But even without Lin to distract you, you found yourself wallowing less. Sure, it hurt to look back, but you didn’t cry this time, you didn’t feel that heart-wrenching ache that had consumed you for the last few weeks. It was just a dull manageable ache, and you felt reassured that maybe this was a sign that you were moving on. You already felt lighter, less miserable, and you felt nervous anticipation as Lin messaged you that evening asking you on a date the very next day.

“Second date? Please please please tell me you went home with him this time!” Melissa begged, popping the candy she’d brought you as a gift into her mouth, her face rapt with attention.

“Um, not exactly” You said.

“WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?” Melissa yelled, throwing a piece of candy at you.

“I mean we never made it to his.” You said, throwing the piece of candy back at her.  “We never really made it out at all”

“OHHHH.” Melissa said, her mouth falling open.

You’d invited him into your apartment for just a minute before you were due to head out for your official second date. You had dinner reservations, and and a schedule to stick to, and you were already running late as you rummaged around your room for your missing earring.

“Found it! Sorry, that took forever. Ready to go?” You said as you finally emerged from the bedroom.

Lin jumped up from the couch where he’d been patiently waiting,.


He turned to face you, his eyes lingered on your lips, before raising his eyes to meet yours. His mouth hung open and the corners of his lips curled  into a smile.

“You are beautiful” he said in a low hushed voice.

The way he breathed as he spoke gave you goosebumps. The way he looked at you now made you feel naked. You swallowed nervously, and then in an instant  his mouth was on yours  

His kisses this time were quick, deep, and hungry, not the soft slow sleepy kisses from Christmas eve. His lips pressed urgently against yours and you gasped as his hand reached around you, holding you in place at the small of your back, pulling you closer while he kissed you. His other hand cupped the back of your head, his fingers clutching at your hair as his lips rapidly pressed against yours. You gripped his shoulders and his body pressed tightly against you. He broke away from your lips,  planting small butterfly kisses across your cheek, down to your ear lobe, and across your neck.

“We’re late, we really should get going” you said in between ragged breaths.  

You gasped as he found the spot on your neck which made you weak, and you reached out, tugging his hair, urgently pulling his lips back to yours. You gently bit his bottom lip, and a soft small groan escaped his lips. You pulled away.

“Bedroom…. Now.” You breathed.

Melissa’s mouth hung open in anticipation.

“Don’t you DARE leave me hanging as it’s getting to the good bit!” screeched Melissa

You shrugged.

“We just never made it to dinner that night.” You smiled coyly.  Melissa threw down the bag of candy in annoyance.

“Ok. Fine.. So what next. I mean, was this just a hook up thing or what?  I thought you said you were dating him?”

You nodded.

“It’s complicated.”

Melissa rolled her eyes.

The rest of Lin’s time in New York seemed to go so fast and you knew in a matter of days he’d be going back to London. Over the course of the next week  you saw each other as much as possible, although you never once discussed what would happen when he left. The next day he’d arranged to meet you in the park while walking his dog, Tobi in between work appointments and family plans. It was freezing cold, but you happily sat on a park bench, hands wrapped tight around a cup of hot chocolate as Lin talked animatedly about his disastrous dance rehearsals for Mary Poppins. You were both completely unaware that two hours had passed until Tobi had started pining for home.

The next day he’d invited you over to his apartment, which was empty and unused while based in London. You spotted a postcard on top of the piano in the corner.

“Hey this is my painting!” You exclaimed

“Wow, I didn’t know you could paint!” He smirked and you jabbed him gently with your elbow.

“I mean, this is the Miro painting I was babbling on about, why do you have this?”

“I wanted to see what you see.  I grabbed it from the MoMA gift shop yesterday after my meeting.”

You were stunned as he grabbed the postcard from you turning it over.

“But it’s so small.” he said “Look, it says on the back that the real thing is huge! You need to see it!” You looked at him overwhelmed, unable to speak, and he shot you a quizzical look.

“What? Did I do something wrong?”

You shook your head, biting your lip.

“Sorry, I’ll stop going on about how you need to see this painting.” He said, looking embarrassed.

“Kiss me” you said.   

On New Year’s eve he had plans with his family and you had plans to see friends so you decided to arrange to see each other New Year’s Day instead. You met back at the same diner, cradling cups of coffee just like before. Lin slumped forward in his chair, his eyes were bleary and his dark stubble indicated he was feeling hungover.

“So I take it you had a good night then?” you smiled.

“I think so.” He said rubbing his eyes and smiling softly. “ I remember teaching salsa to my nephews, then the grownups brought out the tequila. Then I’m a liiiittle hazy on the rest of the night.” He looked up at you with tired eyes.

”I missed you though.”

You smiled and then winced. He was leaving for London in 2 days and you still hadn’t addressed what might happen next, if anything.

“So I guess, I’m not gonna see you now.” You said, using your best nonchalant voice while fidgeting with the mug in front of you.

Lin pushed back his hair nervously.

“Well I’ve got press and family stuff all day tomorrow, then the day after I fly back to London in the morning”

You nodded slowly, not knowing what to say.

Lin opened his mouth to speak, you could see him carefully considering his words.

“I don’t want this to end” he said in a hushed tone.

You glanced up, raising your eyebrows in confusion.

“Am I wrong? I feel a little crazy saying this, but this week has been… I just don’t want this to end.” he said again, biting his lip nervously.

You nodded silently.

“I like you”. He said, placing his hand over yours.

You swallowed, trying to make sense of this.

“This feels… a little fast.” you admitted. “I like you too. It’s just confusing and I don’t really know what I’m supposed to do. I mean you live in London.”

Lin began to stroke your hand reassuringly.

“I live there temporarily. I’m back here nearly every month, and I’ll be back here permanently in a little while.”

You let out an exasperated sigh.

“It’s not just that. You live in London, and I’m just coming out of a 5 year relationship, I don’t know if I’m exactly making good choices right now and I don’t want to mess things up.”

“So… what do we do?” Lin asked, his eyes pleading.

You shook your head, not knowing what to say, and pulled away from his hand.

“I don’t know.”

“Oh hun I’m so sorry” Melissa said, picking up the bag of candy and offering it to you in pity. “It sucks it had to end like that. I’ve got to say I think you made the right decision though. Long-distance relationships never work out. Trust me on that.”

You sighed and took the candy from her, popping it in your mouth nodding.

“I didn’t say we ended it.” you said quietly.

Melissa’s raised her eyebrows in confusion.

“What? But he’s back in London now! Plus you just got dumped!  How is this even a thing?”

You shrugged.

“Look, I know I don’t have a clue what I’m doing. This feels reckless and a bit naive and after Kay all I wanted to do was crawl back into bed and never come out. But look at me now, I feel like living again, and I feel like being impulsive. I can’t explain it!”

“Ok, ok that’s great, that’s fine and all, and believe me I want you to be happy,” she said, placing her hand on your shoulder. “But I mean, logistically how are you going to do this? You know, beyond skype and pining for someone a million miles away?”

“Well for a start, he kind of-sort of-maybe invited me to London.”

Melissa shook her head laughing,

“Next week.”

Melissa stopped laughing.

“Oh sure, because an author who lives off froot loops and ramen and who can barely afford rent since their ex-girlfriend moved out can totally afford a last minute trip to London!?”

“Lin booked a ticket for me.” You said quietly.

“What?” Melissa blinked in disbelief.

“I know, I know! Look, I didn’t ask him for it, he offered, and I refused and he persisted. He’s kind of annoying like that.”

“This is unreal! You couldn’t even accept money from me when I tried to pay for your metrocard last month.” Melissa laughed, holding her head in her hands.

“I know this is nuts. And believe me I’m going to pay him back. I just feel….happy. Well happier than I have been. I’ve been drowning for the last month, and now there’s this thing which is making me feel more like myself again, this crazy ridiculous thing. I’d regret it so much if I didn’t at least give this a go and see what happens.”

Melissa shot you a look and then rolled her eyes.

“Ok ok, I don’t mean to be so negative. I’m just cautious. I don’t want to see you hurt again.”

“Me neither. “ You said earnestly.

“You sure you know what you’re doing?”Melissa asked you.

“Absolutely! And it’s terrifying.”

Melissa chuckled and squeezed your shoulder.

“Also, can I borrow your suitcase?”

You knew this was surreal. You knew this was out of character for you, but you felt like you’d already crossed some kind of line just by turning up to a diner at 1.30am to meet a perfect stranger 2 weeks ago. This was just the next natural step in your new surreal life. As you stared out of the window of the plane waiting for takeoff you felt a nervous pang of anxiety, your fear of flying mixing with the fear of the unknown. You checked your phone out of habit.

Lin: I get to see you in a few hours, how amazing is that!

Lin: I hope you are a fan of terrible British accents btw because that’s how I speak now

Lin: Hurry up plane, why aren’t you here yet? I’m sad that apparition and port keys don’t actually exist.

You chuckled to yourself and the waves of anxiety turned into pangs of excitement knowing you’d get to see Lin in just a few hours. You began typing out a reply as your phone buzzed again with another message. This time not from Lin.

Kay: Can you call me? We need to talk. I think I made a mistake and I need to see you.

You stared at the words on your phone as though in slow motion. You re-read the message over and over until your eyes started to blur and you began to breathe sharp ragged breaths.

“Miss? Miss? We’re asking everyone to turn off their mobile devices for take off.”

The flight attendant’s voice echoed in your ears and you fumbled with your phone, your fingers shook as you switched it off. With one message you felt yourself tumbling down that black hole again. An announcement over the tannoy let you know that the plane was ready to depart, and you fastened your seatbelt ready for take off   


Part 3 is here


I walked the entire length of every street in the 20 arrondissements of Paris. I took lots of photos of graffiti as well as strange and unique things that caught my eye. This is part 7 in this series. To see previous parts of this series go to my page titled Walking All Paris.

This is how I did the walk. This is one of many pages of the Paris map that I used. I drew out 1 continuous line making sure that it eventually traveled the entire length of each street. Then I followed the line!

Curve tag at the bottom! Curve TGE is an amazing writer from the United States.

Chad Muska tag! He is a legendary pro skater that got busted writing his own name, haha.

Cool tile art!

Paris graffiti legends Horfe, Cony, Keno, and Tomek, PAL crew.

A really cool old entry way with a beautiful church behind it.

A boat cleaning the canal.

A secret fountain I found in a courtyard.

A plaque for the Iconic French singer Edith Piaf. If you have never heard of her you must listen! She is so full of emotion, this song always makes me tear up:


A/N: Soooooo i don’t know what this is but i haven’t posted in forever so i mean, well… enjoy!

Characters: Reader, Sam, Dean

Word count: 1000???

You were observant and over thought everything to extremes but this you knew you weren’t over thinking. As you were admiring this small ratty photo album you had kept over the years filled with pictures of times before you found out what the world was really like. There were pictures from now but not as many as back then, you never took pictures if you weren’t happy because you were never a liar, lying just wasn’t in your books, back then at least.

You and the boys use to tell each other everything, emotions and all. But lately you noticed the change, and if it wasn’t for the small break from hunting you three were taking due to all of you being badly injured on the last hunt you would have never noticed a thing. The way all of you changed, and not for the good.

You were all emotionless robots, wearing fake mask to hide what was really going on. Looking back all the laughs, and smiles were all fake. There was no happiness only darkness. With everything hitting you at once, finally coming to realize what was truly going on.

Your eyes wandered around the bunker, slowly examining both the boys. Taking in every single detail, almost as if this would be the last time you’d see them.

Sam got your eyes staring dead at him “Hey, y/n? you alright?” You could feel tears swelling up in your eyes. Nothing was the same as it was, nothing would ever be the same, the picture you held in your hand was Sam, Dean and you. You were roughly 8 and Sam was 6, and Dean would of been 10. You were standing in between both boys, Dean had you in a headlock giving you a nuggy, While you were giving Sam bunny ears, and Sammy was just being a 6 year old boy, grinning from ear to ear, but all of you were.

Something about the three of you never finding or getting peace unless you were dead finally was setting in after years of already knowing it was inevitable. By this point Sam was still calling your name from across the table waving his hand back and forth trying to get your attention.

Your tears falling all over the picture, raining down on the innocence of the three of you, that you never even got. Why us, why me, why them? was all you kept thinking. You were never one for self pity, you always thought shit happens, and after that shit happens you just need to move the fuck on, because more shits just gonna keep on coming.

“No…Dean, i didn’t do anything? what could i do? She’s just like, i don’t know, stuck in a trance?”

The boys deserve better than the life they were given, it wasn’t there fault. It was anyones fault, John did the best he could under the predicament he was thrown into, with everything that happened with Mary. He didn’t want this for the boys, but it was destiny something the three of you learned down the road.

“Dude i don’t know, just hurry up and get back”

Sam could have been an amazing lawyer, no he would have been an amazing lawyer. Part of you thinks that maybe if Dean and you wouldn’t have barged, well broken into his apartment all those years ago, maybe things could have been different for him. But you knew that wasn’t true either, because like I said, destiny.

Dean, you knew he would of been an amazing at what he chose to do, which everyone knew he would have been an mechanic. That mans love for cars and his knowledge for cars was amazing, he may not have been book smart like Sam, but he was his own kind of smart and damn was he good at it.

“Dean! If you don’t hurry up i’m taking her to the hospital. She’s going white as a ghost”

Now, for yourself. You don’t know what you would have been doing. Hunting was your only hobby, you never had a love for anything on the side. Well besides Dean. But that was different. Hunting was the only thing that made you, you. Maybe you could have been a mother, you would never admit it but was always something you dreamt about being. The love your mother gave you filled you with so much joy, that was until she was ripped away from you. Maybe in another life you would have just withered away and mixed in with the wind, being everywhere and nowhere all at once.

“What took you so long Dean”

“I don’t know, traffic? the fact i was in the next town over? Where is she!”

Dean rushed over to where you were, without Sam’s directions. Placing his warm hands on both sides of your face. “y/n? Sweetheart?”

You were filled with sorrow, but now mostly anger. Why were you three chosen to live such depressing lives, why couldn’t the burden of it all be put on someone else. God did you ever wish you could have lived a normal life. You could feel this insane amount of pain coming from right hand, followed my this warm liquid.

“y/n!” You could hear Sam and Dean shouting your name.

Your eyes shot around the room “W-what?” you choked out.

“What were you doing?” Sam questioned, gesturing to your bloody hand, caused by squeezing the glass picturing frame that held the photo of you three.

“I-I-I….” You stuttered looking at your hand, opening it up and letting the frame, with the picture fall to the floor. You couldn’t help but keep your eyes on your favourite picture of your three that was now ruined lying on the floor.

“Sweetheart? Hey look at me” Dean softly spoke taking your face in between his hands, while Sam was hoving about a kneeling Dean.

“Whats wrong? What happened?” Dean continued

You pondered on what was wrong for a moment, but you knew the moment you felt your eyes get heavy.

“I’m tired of this life, i’m tired of fighting, i’m tired of being the one that has to save everyone, i’m tired of being alone”

“You’re never alone, you have us y/n” Sam whispered

“You’ll always have us” Dean added

Lady in Red: Linda Cho’s “Anastasia” Pièce de Résistance

I was going to wait a little bit before doing a piece on one specific outfit, especially since I’ve blogged about it a couple times, but inspiration has struck and I want to try and go in-depth on one of my absolute favorite costumes of the 2016-2017 season today.

As those who follow my other blog ( @overheardinwod ) already know, I am a huge fan of the musical Anastasia and have eagerly anticipated its debut for years. Linda Cho, in doing her research for the costumes for the stage musical, clearly took some inspiration from the 1997 animated Don Bluth classic upon which the musical is partially based, but instead of doing a shot-for-shot remake of Anya’s costumes, she chose to adapt them or create entirely new designs.

One of those designs is Anastasia’s Royal Red gown, sumptuously decorated with gold filigree, beadwork, and some of the most impressive gem work I have seen on Broadway this season. It’s a showstopping gown, and the one in which Christy Altomare took her very well-deserved bow on opening night, which is where many of the stills for this review have come from. Fortunately for me, this is an eye-catching gown, and so there are a lot of high-quality stills to choose from.

So, without further ado, let’s take a look at what I believe to truly be Linda Cho’s greatest accomplishment from the production:

(Photo credit: JustJared)

I’d be emotional in something this fine too, so I completely understand the expression on Christy Altomare’s face (okay, it’s because of the wild reception to her performance from the crowd, but I had to). The dress is absolutely fantastic on her figure, which is both petite and slender–in some ways, that made Linda Cho’s job designing a little easier because (while a bit on the short side), Christy Altomare has a “classical” figure for a leading lady on Broadway.

The dress itself is in two parts: a rust-red and gold brocade underskirt (presumably with some kind of corsetry or petticoats beneath to provide additional body), with an outer satiny, silky red body that is richly enhanced by gold filigree, beadwork, and truly impressive beadwork. At first glance, it positively screams royalty, even without the tiara (it’s not quite a kokoshnik this time because of the lack of a solid band!) on the head of the wearer. It’s a gown that is meant to impress the audience, not only in the scene but out in the crowd as observers of the musical. It has presence and helps to make Anastasia stand out in a positive way.

Look at the background of the scene (where this dress appears, even if this is a still from the bows). The scenery is a blend of black, white, and gray, and the other figured onstage are clad either in white or in much more muted colors. The bright, vibrant red of the outer portion of the dress and the bust are designed to command the attention of the viewer; they make clear that not only is Anastasia the central character here, she is the most important figure in the building. Even from a distance, one can see how important this costume is: it’s heavy, it’s rich, it’s colorful (and in shades not seen elsewhere in the musical), and it has body that gives it substance. But beyond all of that, the detail hops out even from afar.

From afar, we can see the patterning in rough form. The fold filigree forms a geometric, almost feather-like design on the gown, while the bust sports a pattern that should be familiar to students of Russian history: it’s an homage to the Romanovs’ double-headed eagle, a symbol of Imperial Russia, the Romanov family, and the empire itself. But while typically a quite masculine symbol, here it takes on an airier, more feminine tone as befits the character. Even in a heavy dress like this, the light touch with the gold means that we are reminded that this is a princess, with all the soft connotations that word tends to conjure in our minds.

Let’s go in a bit closer, with a Broadway.com still from Christy Altomare’s dressing room (which I also first saw on @anyasdimitry‘s blog):

Up close, it’s easy to see the sheer beauty and mastery of the detail work, and the lighting lets us look even closer. We see that Linda Cho has chosen to accent the dress not only with gold filigree detailing, but with beadwork and with gem work. The way the light falls in this image, we can see that the jewels are quite a bit darker than the outer gown, but also more bright and “pure” red than the brocade that forms the inner body of the gown. That is a clever and intentional design decision; whenever you are stacking colors atop one another, you need to find ways to distinguish them. Usually you will do that by one of two means: variations in shade, or variations in texture. Linda Cho has taken both options here: she varied the texture of the brocade, silk or satin, and jewels, all the while finding complementary but quite different shades of red.

By having darker jewels on the dress, I noted earlier that there is an almost fiery effect. The jewels allow the dress to shimmer, looking like “sparks” over the more sustained flame of the satin surface of the outer body. It also means that the light will never catch on the dress the same way twice. Remember that jewels, when of a high quality (and while almost certainly rhinestones here, they will be of unmatched quality for a first-run Broadway production), jewels refract light and offer a little bit of “glow” when used in costumery.

For a better idea, Playbill provides us with a shot of Anastasia’s gown from the rear (I believe this still is from the Hartford production, but the gown itself did not change between tryouts and Broadway as near as I have been able to discern from my research):

Take a look at the sparkle and shine of the jewels on the bustle (which is the term generally used for the part of the rear of the dress that pops out a bit, offering a contrast to a woman’s bust in the front; traditionally this provided her with a bit more “personal space” on a ballroom floor, as well as flattered her figure). The darkness compared with the rich red color of the fabric gives the gown a whole new feel: the light catching on the stones almost gives a crackling effect. The gold filigree, in some ways, even takes a backseat to the interplay between the jewels and the fabric of the dress itself–but it also provides a contrast that is important.

There’s more than just color-matching at work here. Balancing a primary color with a metallic color has been a standard practice in design since the age of heraldry; colors (red, blue, yellow, and combinations thereof) and metals (gold and silver) could be mixed, but you always wanted to have a buffer between them, especially when using two different shades of the same color or tones of the same metal. Linda Cho has obeyed that relatively ancient rule by surrounding the ruby-red jewels with the gold filigree. In so doing, the jewels “pop” more and become much more noticeable than if they had merely been laid against the red body of the gown.

Another Broadway.com still offers us a better example of just how well this design works, this time as Ms Altomare emerges offstage:

Once again, we’re able to see the balance of the red tones from the brocade (the V-shape at the bottom of the frame), the silk/satin of the gown itself, and the jewels. In this light, the jewels on the bodice/bust appear dark and rich, almost crimson in color and tone, while those on the body of the dress, flaring out to the sides, are a lighter color that is just a bit offset from the red of the fabric beneath. This is one of the two images I have seen of this dress that really made me think of the phoenix idea I mentioned in another post. The other comes from my all-time favorite picture of the dress, from the New York Post’s “Page Six” blog:

Take these two previous pictures together and you can see some of what I mean by phoenix-like. The myth of the phoenix is that it is an immortal bird which ends its life in a bright explosion of flame and color, only to rise from the ashes reborn; it’s a classic mythological trope and one that I can’t help but think Linda Cho was trying to harness in this gown. Recall what I said earlier about the design elements of the gown: on the body of the dress, we see the almost feather-like filigree and jewel-work (accented with some gold beadwork), while the bust is covered with an homage to the Romanov double-headed eagle.

Doesn’t it look a tiny bit like the eagle has “shed” the feathers that float down the sides of the gown? Look at the way the eagle design “drips” down towards the open seam that reveals the brocade, jewels in every inch of the “tail.” To my mind, it’s a little like a phoenix that has shed its old feathers, burst into flame, and risen again up the bust of the gown as a new being. In many ways, that’s a great metaphor for Anastasia herself: she had an identity as the Grand Duchess, lost it, found it again, and then decided to renounce it in favor of another identity. Like the mythical firebird, she undergoes a cycle of birth and renewal over and over throughout the course of the musical.

I don’t know for certain that this is the effect Linda Cho was trying to harness with this gown, but it certainly seems plausible given how richly designed it is and how keen an eye for detail she possesses as a costume designer. This dress is rightfully the showpiece of the end of the musical, and the one that is designed to leave the audience with a key visual to take away from their enjoyment of the performance. It’s rich, heavy, and gorgeous from bust to floor and all points in between, and sits perfectly on the wearer.

Simply put, this is Linda Cho’s 2016-2017 pièce de résistance, a masterwork to end all masterworks, and one that deserves to be studied by fans of classic and modern design, the theatre, and the way in which these art forms intersect. It’s a joy to look at and a joy to analyze.

And that’s what costumery is about: bringing a sense of emotion and wonder to the viewer to complement their feelings regarding the performance onstage. In that regard, the royal red gown from Anastasia is a complete and total success.


Getting a little closer to the houses in Shirakawa-Go :)

Even if you remove the surrounding landscape the houses still look nice and humble :)
This is what makes for the charm of these houses they fit the environment they are in quite well but could be put in many other places and still look nice :3

Another thing I like about them is how graceful they age :)
Even the more used ones that clearly need some work looks nice and make me want to be the one to give them a new lease on life :)

It is also nice to see that the more modern buildings fit well in but I hope they won’t replace the old ones (^-^;)

I still like to dream about the day I spent there :3
It was hot humid and it rained several times still I took so many nice photos and so many nice memories home with me (o^-^o)

I like to remember everything of my trip :3
There are still so many photos I want to show and so many details I remember every time I’m writing an article :3
It makes me happy that I took so many photos and how they make me revisit the places and how writing these articles deepens my appreciation for what I was fortunate enough to experience (^-^)

Recently I’m wishing to write more articles but I also want to learn Japanese so please be patient for now :)
I need to make a better schedule (^-^;)
This weekend I’ll be visiting my parents :3

I want to improve my Japanese so I can communicate more easily on my next trip :)

This week I had a lot of things to do at work :)
This is not bad. I kind of prefer having something to do and not having too much time where I have nothing to do. It makes me feel need and like I’m not wasting my time (otherwise I can’t help but think “I could work on my English and my Japanese, get some work done on my workshop projects or go swimming (^-^;) I guess I’m very frugal with how I spend my time :D
Although I thoroughly enjoy relaxing and sleeping for a long time :3
I rarely feel bored but recently I’m feeling lonely sometimes (^-^;)

With this said, I wish everyone a great weekend with sweet dreams and the feeling that someone needs you (not like if you’re not around they’ll die but that they are happier with you being around :) (^-^)/

smallwheatdeity  asked:

yeah no sorry hillary clinton is a murderer and rapist-defender she's not like "literally any other politician" and it's disgusting you would say that lol

That “fact” about Clinton defending a child rapist and laughing about it, came about in May of 2016 this year. It’s a new lie which is part of a carefully orchestrated smear campaign that’s been running against her for the last 20 years because the thought of a woman in power scares certain powerful men shitless.

What is true about it, is that in 1975 Hillary Clinton (then Hillary Rodham) was appointed to represent a man charged with raping a 12-year-old girl. This was her job. And just in case you can’t wrap your head around how being a defense lawyer works then I’m sorry to tell you that lots of lawyers have had to defend people they have found to be monstrous. When people say in movies “you have the right to an attorney” they’re serious, everyone has that right, even child rapists. Hillary took the case reluctantly, which ended in a plea bargain for the defendant. He did not “get away with it”. He actually plead guilty. That’s what plea bargain means.

Hillary Clinton did not volunteer to be the defendant’s lawyer, she did not laugh about the case’s outcome, she did not assert that the complainant “made up the rape story,” she did not claim she knew the defendant to be guilty, and she did not “free” the defendant. Do some basic research before you support such claims. (x)

And just in case you’re too lazy to click the link, here’s a direct quote from Hillary and Gibson, the prosecution lawyer:

[Prosecuting attorney Mahlon Gibson] called me to tell me an indigent prisoner accused of raping a twelve-year-old girl wanted a woman lawyer. [Prosecutor Mahlon] Gibson had recommended that the criminal court judge, Maupin Cummings, appoint me. I told Mahlon I really didn’t feel comfortable taking on such a client, but Mahlon gently reminded me that I couldn’t very well refuse the judge’s request.


Hillary told me she didn’t want to take that case, she made that very clear,” recalls prosecutor Gibson, who phoned her with the judge’s order.

And murder? If we’re talking about the decisions all politicians make, then by that logic you could turn around and say that Obama has murdered 116 innocent civilians because of drone strikes (x), George W Bush murdered over 110,937 civilians in the Iraq war alone. (x) People might well believe Bernie Sanders is the savior we’ve been denied, but you’re dreaming if you think he could have taken the office of the presidency and avoided bloodshed entirely. But since we’re presumably cherry picking about bloodshed on politicians hands, lets talk about The Authorization of Military Force Against Terrorists Act, passed on September 14th 2001. This act is responsible for the United State’s continued engagement in the Middle East over the last 15 years—And Bernie Sanders voted for it. And I love Bernie, I would have voted for him in a heartbeat. But when we’re talking about “murder” on the hands of politicians hands, we cannot cherry pick the facts we want to believe in and ignore the rest.

Hillary Clinton is not a monster. Hillary Clinton does messy jobs no one else is willing to do, and she does them well. But Hillary Clinton is also the person who showed up at Ground Zero following in the wake of 9/11 to witness the carnage for herself. Clinton who did not do it for photo-ops as so many did, and took the time to talk to first responders and to make sure they were getting the resources and help they needed to carry on their work. Clinton who advocated for those same people to receive health care when it was revealed the Bush administration lied about the air around Ground Zero not being toxic to breathe, putting rescuers at further risk. Clinton who stood by people for years and made sure they were doing okay in the aftermath:

Gorman recalls being pleasantly surprised by Clinton’s commitment, both in terms of her mastery of policy detail and on a personal level. “She would call me on my cellphone to ask how I was doing, how my members were doing,” he said. “One time I was pumping gas at a Texaco station, it was Christmas Eve, and she wanted to know how things were going. When a senator calls someone on my level, that’s impressive.” (x)

But we don’t hear so much about that do we? We don’t hear about Hillary who has been campaigning for universal health care since 1993 (x). Hillary who has stood with Planned Parenthood for a long time and who remains their most stalwart advocate (x)

And the reason we don’t hear about them is because Hillary has endured a 20 year smear campaign against her, and this is important, because she is a woman who dares to show ambition (x). So when you believe the things you read without fact checking them, you are giving weight and precedence to even bigger lies which has its roots in female oppression. Which is disgusting.

Do I agree with everything she has ever said and done? No of course not. But on that same level I don’t agree with everything Bernie Sanders has ever said and done either. Do I believe she is the most qualified candidate to be the next President of the United States? Unequivocally.

I’m a foreigner in this country and cannot vote, but morally and with the utmost support for the hope of the betterment of this country #I’m with her.

[Image description: A cardboard box filled with 12 pop toobs, plastic cylinders, in purple and green.]

My mother is seeing lots of autistic kids at work and she’s asked me for toys they’ll want to play with while they’re in her office a few times. Out of everything, the pop toobs have been a wild success and keep lots of kids entertained for long appointments. Someone took the two she had, and she told me kids have been asking about them ever since. I just ordered 12 new ones from @stimtastic because if something so cheap makes autistic kids day a little easier as well as their parents and my Mum, I’ll buy as many as she can ever use. 😊

starlightmagika  asked:

If you're still taking requests, Genyatta, "photos"?

Never written Genyatta before! I’ll give it a shot!

Zenyatta floated in front of Athena’s screen, staring at a large projection of a group photo of the original Overwatch operatives all smiling and waving at the camera. He had taken an interest in looking more into the history of Overwatch, looking through at photos of its different members, how the organization had once been in its golden days. He was learning to put names to faces now. He hit a key and the photo changed to one of Singh, Mirembe, and Gabrielle all grinning in the Orca and looking scratched up enough for Zenyatta to assume the photo was taken after a mission. He hit a key on the keyboard and the photo changed to a photo of McCree and Gabriel Reyes at a bar with Dr. Ziegler, McCree giving Reyes bunny ears with the fingers of his prosthetic arm, The next photo, apparently taken seconds later, was of Reyes holding McCree in a headlock while Dr. Ziegler was yelling in the background. The photo after that was of a young Reinhardt hoisting both Ana and Jack over his head with ease while Winston had Reyes hoisted above his head and was clearly struggling a bit more with Tracer laughing off in the photo’s corner. 

“Master?” Zenyatta heard Genji’s voice behind him and turned.

“Oh, hello, my pupil,” said Zenyatta, turning his attention to the next photo of Torbjörn and Dr.Ziegler at a halloween party, “Was there something you needed?”

“I am fine,” said Genji stepping up alongside Zenyatta and looking at the screen with him, “I could not find you by the cliffs or on the observation deck. I did not expect to find you in here.”

“I thought it appropriate to better understand Overwatch and those who have been a part of it if I am to join it,” said Zenyatta, gesturing at the photo. He hit a key again to a photo of Jack Morrison asleep at his desk with a pile of paperwork on it.

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Some Little Nightmares thoughts that I don’t really have the energy to expand upon right now (I haven’t played the game as of yet but I’m gonna buy it soon enough so all I have right now is multiple playthroughs to go off of):

-The Janitor gets really hyper aggressive after the TV/piano part. Before that, if he noticed Six, he’d search around for a bit before going back to whatever he was doing. After that segment he searches the vents and even endangers himself trying to catch Six, which ends in him getting his arms chopped off. (Possible idea is that he assumed it to be a gnome before the TV/piano; a gnome may turn on the TV just to mess with him, but it would have scurried away to a safe hiding spot, not use a lever to move the hanging piano and leap across.) I’ve only seen it in one playthrough and only for a moment, but The Janitor actually reaches across to the piano when he chases Six. I don’t know if he actually follows all the way or not though. Also, whether or not he recognizes Six as Six or assumes it to be an escaped child is kind of in the air, with still the question of if Six is known to him or not.
-Have only read the pre comic parts, but it almost seems like Six knows the inhabitants of the Maw? Or at least has been there for a very long time? The comments that are made are very vague, but it just feels like she has some sort of familiarity with them?
-Rather interesting that no one talks at all, not even the one person who looks the most human (The Lady). It appears as if most players assume they need to walk up to her when they go into her bedroom, which ends in their deaths. It’s rather weird that there is no “confrontation” between Six or The Lady other than “I’m going to hurt you with a mirror I found and then eat you”; vague and all, but it doesn’t make much sense really. The Lady had ample opportunities to kill Six, not just in the dark hallway; lots of players fear the wardrobe or the stairs down because of those opportunities. And her standing under the light after Six got the mirror, waiting; again, some sort of familiarity perhaps? A knowledge of what is to come, somehow?
- The guests are intelligent enough and, somehow, in the know how of where to go when entering The Maw. They crawl around to chase Six, but are shown to be able to walk. Most interactions between them is through eating together, but the chase scene shows one of the lady guests riding upon the men, which ends in her fall. The others turn around and crawl away afterwards, unconcerned but unhappy looking, which is probably because they didn’t catch Six and not because of the death of one of their own.
-Really interesting pictures in The Maw. Everyone knows The Lady and four others picture, but another one that appears first (I think) in The Janitors room is the semi ending scene, of the stairs out of The Maw. The legless (?) Man picture, which may be a distorted one of The Janitor, appears in the Guest Area along with The Lady one, and then there’s the reoccurring eyeball person and toilet/jar/pottery one. There’s the pig in The Ladys Quarters, and then the yellow dress girl, which comes in three ways: covered, head obscure, or completely clear. There’s also presumably Six, with her eyes crossed out. And then some pictures of The Chefs here and there.
-The similarities of the Six picture and the yellow dress girl picture is there, but I don’t know why, if both are Six, there would be two of them? Why have a picture of Six all dressed up, but also have a random picture of a rather unhealthy Six in a presumably yellow raincoat? And they look painted, so why do all that time for the two paintings?
-The Prison seems designed weirdly. Why block off the bathroom from the play area? Why is there not a lever on the other side? Game mechanics or is it a set in stone design? If it is, it must have been rather irritating getting to the bathrooms down there, unless The Janitor is just stretching his arms through the holes here and there.
-Do the eye guards have any effect on anyone besides Six or the children or gnomes? Can The Janitor or The Chefs be effected by it? It also looks surprisingly organic and seems sort of sentient, tracking moving things and seeming to know its job.
-When I first saw The Janitors dolls I thought they were the frozen stone remains of children from the eye guards. Also what the hell does he keep in that bag of his, it moves occasionally, does he had someone sleeping in it or is it rats or bugs or even fish? Some guests lost puppy or kitten? Wtf does he have in the wiggly bag?
-One playthrough showed The Janitor taking a monkey toy from one of his shelves, throwing it, startling himself because of the noise and then going over to paw at it.
-…I wonder if the game makers find it weird how the fandom decided to characterize everyone, especially the whole Dad thing that is attached to their weird long armed monster who cracks his neck and grinds his teeth with terrible noises.
-The Chefs get extremely pissed off if they don’t snatch Six up the first time they try to get her. I never knew they could make those terribly angry shrieks if they miss.
-It seems sort of easier to jump out of the way of The Janitors snatch than The Chefs; he paws at the ground while they continue chasing you. I wonder if he thinks Six tripped and that’s why she “somehow” avoided getting grabbed by him.
-That secret room in the kitchen is really obscure and The Chefs would not be able to fit down there. The pictures of The Lady, especially the eye one, are in there, along with a letter and a splatter of blood (something self inflicted?). So many letters and papers in this game, too bad Six either can’t read or just doesn’t care enough to do so.
-Odd how scattered the statues are, from in the dump of the kitchen to the vanity of the Ladys Quarters.
-That random doll in the Ladys Quarters; what is it and why.
-The Janitor takes care of books and clocks, though he has no use for either of them. The TV he seems to like, either for the sound or just the static bubble that’s probably on the surface of the screen.
-We see a lot of rats and gnomes in The Maw, but no bugs. Maybe the gnomes eat them? No one messes with the leeches though.
-Lots of little photos scattered around, mostly seen in Sixs suitcase and beside The Chefs bed(s). Can’t see them well, but The Chefs seem to show each other in them. Wonder how many pictures they took with that camera that probably came from the guests luggage?
-Wonder why it was called “the nine deaths of Six”. Why nine?
-The whole broken mirrors deal; there’s one mirror people forget that is not broken - the two way one. Why? Also that secret room gets creepier and creepier the more I think about it; obviously not a bathroom, but a chair with some toilet paper nearby? I don’t want to think about it actually.
-Pretty sure one of The Chefs was chopping up a guest in that one room. The shadow is rather large, with something sticking out of it, and The Chef is continually hacking at it. Very nondiscrete too.
-Gluttony doesn’t just involve food or money or hoarding things; let’s not think about what exactly the guests were doing in their rooms before Six got their attention.
-That jar in the Ladys Quarters was important for some reason, and not just for the key. I think it makes noise when Six goes near it? Why? Most of the pottery in The Maw is small and not at all designed like that, white with blue eye designs. Why???
-Here’s to hoping The Janitor never makes that Mmmm? noise in the Dlcs like in that early trailer because it really, really freaks me out man. Make all the grinding and yelling sounds you want, just please don’t do that okay.
-The Lady makes interesting inhuman sounds. High pitched and almost siren-ish, very different from Sixs rather human sounds.
-Wonder about the shoe monster. Why shoes? Maybe because it can hide from The Janitor under the smell? It can’t get on the suitcases, but it completely drags Six under while making bone cracking sounds.
-Sonething interesting; sometimes when Six dies the lanturns stay on. Rather weird, possibly a glitch but may be hinting to a weird Undertaleish thing of looping and Six knowing what is to come no matter what.

Okay that’s all I have right now, i do have more but I’m really tired at the moment so this is it until I have more energy.

a sanvers fix-it fic of sorts for 2x13.

It had been weighing on her mind ever since she had put an end to Alex’s wonderfully thoughtful Valentine’s Day plans. They were now cuddling in bed after their belated celebrations. With her head on Alex’s chest, Maggie felt safe and loved…and finally able to bring it up again. ‘Can we talk…you know, about that big bombshell I dropped on you?’

Alex looked at her, with kind eyes. ‘If you want.’

‘I wanna. I don’t want there to be any secrets between us.’

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The Highgate Vampire Returns

Who is the Highgate Vampire?

One night in 1963, a couple were walking home down Swain’s Lane, which passed along cemetery’s north gate. What they encountered was so terrible they were frozen to the spot, transfixed with fear. They had come face to face with the vampire - a tall, dark figure, floating behind the railings. More sightings would follow: a man walking his dog saw the same tall dark figure sliding over the wall along Swain’s Lane like ‘black treacle’.

David Farrant, who runs the British Psychic and Occult Society, said he saw the vampire in 1969. The Highgate Vampire then became a media sensation that ran through the 70s. 

He said: “My first reaction was like it was so real that I actually thought it was someone dressed up or messing about because all these stories about vampires were in the news. It was by some branches but as soon as I turned up I was aware of something standing there and it was exuding a feeling not of evil, but menace. It all happened so quickly. The whole thing lasted for four to five seconds and felt like whatever it was filled me with energy, it is difficult to explain, and suddenly it just vanished.”

The Hampstead and Highgate Express reported on 27 February 1970 as saying that Seán Manchester believed that ’a King Vampire of the Undead’, a medieval nobleman who had practised black magic in medieval Wallachia (Romania), had been brought to England in a coffin in the early eighteenth century, by followers who bought a house for him in the West End. He was buried on the site that later became Highgate Cemetery, and Manchester claimed that modern Satanists had roused him. 

On 6 March, the same paper reported David Farrant as saying he had seen dead foxes in the cemetery, “and the odd thing was there was no outward sign of how they died.” When told of this, Manchester said it seemed to complement his theory. In later writings, both men reported seeing other dead foxes with throat wounds and drained of blood

In 1971 however, a more sinister story was circulated involved a young girl who was attacked in the cemetery by a tall, pale-faced creature. She was thrown down onto the ground but the vampire was luckily spooked by a car passing-by. 

A charred and headless body of a woman was found nearby, which the police suspected to have been the product of a black magic ritual. 

Was it staked?

There had been claims that the vampire was staked by Manchester:

“With a mighty blow I drove the stake through the creature’s heart, then shielded by ears as a terrible roar emitted from the bowels of hell. This died away as suddenly as it erupted and all became still. We witnessed the bodyshell cave in and quietly turn filthy brown which soon became a sluggish flow of inhuman slime and viscera in the bottom of the casket.” (Occult London)

Although beforehand Manchester at his first attempt could not stake the vampire due to pity and instead placed a wreath of garlic upon its coffin and sprinkled holy water.

However there is no complete evidence other than first person accounts that this event has truly taken place.

Has it returned?

This year, Declan Walsh recalled seeing the vampire walk through a locked gate in 1991 on his walk to work. The vampire was described to appear like a “Victorian nobleman” in appearance, dressed with a top hat

“He was extremely tall, well over six feet in height and he was very thin. He wore a long black cape-like coat and a top hat. His dress looked Victorian in style and he appeared all black. He also appeared to glide and there was no sound. The ground was littered with leaves yet I heard no sound from him nor did he take any notice of me.”

He said although many people expect ghosts to be transparent, the spirit was in fact black and solid, as well as having two piercing bright white eyes

Another witness watched the figure float from Swain’s Lane, from the east side to the west side of the cemetery, in August 2005.

And in 2012 it appeared the vampire was captured on camera. James Dobbin took a photo as he toured the historic Grade I-listed cemetery, which dates back to 1839.

A witness, who wished to remain anonymous, claims the male spirit was dressed in a three-quarter length coat and a top hat. The figure even whispered “Good evening to you sir” to the terrified onlooker, despite him standing more than eight feet away.

There are sightings and reports of the vampire that still continue to this day.

Return To Me.

Can be found on AO3 and FF.net, also this chapter under the cut….

Summary: What would you do if you woke up tomorrow with the last 5 years of your memories gone? After an unfortunate accident, Oliver Queen must figure out his place in a life he has no memory of whilst his wife, Felicity, does everything she can to support him. With emotions, secrets and relationships pushed to the limits; will love and friendship be enough to turn back the hands of time?

Authors Note: I want to thank you everyone for the genuine loveliness of my return, and the opening of this fic. THANK YOU…

Chapter 2: Like A Dream

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