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The Westland Whirlwind was the first british heavy fighter featuring twin engines. It had a succesful lifespan and used 4 20mm cannons, 250 or 500 lb bombs for ground atack, and reached 4 variants, one including a 37mm cannon. Despite this, was only used from 1938 to 1943 due to engine production problems.

Home - Part 3 - Bruce Banner X Daughter!Reader

Part 1

Part 2

MASTERLIST

TAKING REQUESTS

Summary: After Tony drives you home in hopes to build up a friendship, you get to show your skills as Bucky becomes in need of some help.

Warnings: None.

Words: 3 193+

A/N: Ahh so here’s another part!! Thank you everyone that’s been saying so much nice things about this series and wanted more. It means a lot!

Originally posted by you-didnt-see-that-cuming


She walked out of her classroom, holding her geography book tightly in her hand as she was continuously bumped into in the busy hallway. She managed to get to her locker and exchange the geography book for her biochemistry one.

“Hey!” Peter startled her by appearing out of nowhere. She gasped, letting out a sigh as she could have sworn her heart had stopped beating for a second.

She looked to her left and at him. “What are you doing here? I thought you said your English was canceled?” She looked up at the large clock above the entrance, counting it to be almost two and a half hours that Peter would have stayed in school without a reason.

“It was, but I had to do some, eh… Homework - Yes - Homework, which I did in the library.” He was a terrible liar.

“You’re lying.” She stated. “You lick your lips every time after you lie I’ve learned from the dozens of times you’ve told Professor Carmichael that you have a sore throat whenever he asks you to read poems before the class.”

“I don’t do that.” He claimed, his tongue darting out, causing her to chuckle as she began to close her locker and head for the doors out.

“Whatever you say, Peter. Whatever you say-” She silenced herself as she came out and saw a bright orange sports car parked at the bottom of the stairs leading up to their school. Tony was leaning against it, casually ignoring the large crowd of students that had gathered around him to gawk and take pictures.

Both Peter and Y/N looked at each other in panic just when Tony looked up from his phone and noticed the duo.

“There you are!” He called out, the entire crowd turning to look up the stairs to where Y/N and Peter stood like two deer’s caught in the headlights of a car, which wasn’t far from the truth.

Y/N made the first move and slowly began to head down the stairs. Peter followed her carefully, trying to ignore everyone staring. The crowd cleared a small path as Y/N approached, wondering what she had to do with the richest man in New York who just so happened to be Iron Man as well.

“Parker. Aunt May called, she wants you home, pronto.” Tony pointed to Peter before pointing down the street. Peter wasted no time but hurried out of the circle of students to head home. He would have wanted to stay behind, considering how he had waited two and a half hours just so he and Y/N could go home together, but he didn’t want to defy Tony.

“Chop chop, Banner.” Tony clapped his hands together, walking around the car to the driver seat. “In the car we go.”

She felt her cheeks burn red as the car door automatically opened for her and Tony repeated for her to get in. Students still took pictures, some she even recognized from her own classes, which didn’t exactly make her feel any better.

She climbed inside the passenger seat, watching the door descend and close after her. Tony roared with the engine and the crowd moved aside, making way as Tony began to drive.

“How was your day? How are you?” Tony had a quirk to his tone like he knew exactly what he had just done, which she didn’t doubt was true.

“Ehm…” She stared blankly at the road ahead, recalling swinging down New York with Peter, not to mention the situation she was in at that moment. “Interesting.”

“I’ve noticed… You and Parker went on a little adventure this morning. At least that’s what the news channels are claiming.” Tony said nonchalantly and her eyes snapped to him.

“They are?”

Every single one.” He assured, taking a left and leaving the school block. She wanted to ask if he was mad about what had happened, but she was too afraid the answer would be yes.

She cleared her throat. “You said Aunt May wanted Peter home?” She questioned and Tony instantly knew what she was after.

“His parents died a long time ago and he moved in with his aunt and uncle after that. His uncle, Ben, he passed away a few years ago however. Now it’s just Aunt May and him.” Tony explained and Y/N could feel her heart drop. Peter always seemed so happy. She had no idea he had gone through such a rough childhood. She wished she would have known, but what would have changed? Most likely nothing. “She doesn’t know about his whole Spiderling business though, so don’t show up at his place asking for another ride to school, or whatever.”

She wouldn’t. Preferably, she would wait quite a while before she would follow Peter for another “ride”.

“How are you?” Tony asked, his voice a little more tense. It was awkward for him to talk to her, but only because he wasn’t sure how to act or what to say. He hadn’t even known she existed for twenty four hours. He liked her already. She was smart, brilliant actually, and that she was Bruce’s daughter raised in a family that did not support her talents made him feel oddly protective. He couldn’t explain it. His mind had drifted and thought about how it could be because he had no kids of his own, and Y/N and Peter were the only kids around, but he hated to think about it. He felt too vulnerable when he did.

“You already asked me?” She raised a brow, looking over at him as his subtle smirk was gone, looking almost troubled instead.

“You know, I’m just making sure you’re cool. Moving in with earth’s mightiest heroes can be a drastic change.” He slowed down at a red light before stopping.

Making sure I’m cool.” She quoted him, letting out a short breath as she smiled. “Yeah, I’m cool.”

“What? Am I not in on the teen lango?” He questioned and she laughed louder.

“No, no, you’re definitely up to date.” She said sarcastically, looking out he window to her side as they were slowly progressing from Queens to Brooklyn.

Tony became silent, feeling like he should give her some room to breathe. She had a lot to think about, even he could understand that. She was good at adjusting, for her own sake if anything. She was already starting to feel at place with the Avengers and to have Peter as a friend, to sleep almost a hundred floors above the ground and have her own workshop with state of the arc tech.

“Wait…” She suddenly began to think. “Why are you picking me up from school?”

Tony realized he hadn’t explained why he had showed up unannounced after her class was over. “Well, I tried to text you and say I was on my way, but you never replied. I thought you should get a more safe ride home compared to this morning…”

She furrowed her brows and scrambled for her phone in her pocket. As she pressed the home button, she had had a text from an unknown number, which she definitely knew was Tony’s upon reading it.

“I’m sorry. The speakers are broken so I can’t hear when I get any notifications-” Tony suddenly held a phone out in front of her, flawless and something that definitely didn’t exist on the market for anyone to buy. “What?”

“It’s your new phone.” He said and sighed as she didn’t take the phone, dropping it in her lap instead. She quickly snatched it in fear that it would fall. “You have the teams numbers already, access to Friday, a gps system of my own design, screen projection, unlimited data, double lensed camera, a dashing 250 gigabyte of storage and access to the online storage unit that everyone in the Tower has… Need I say more?”

“No you definitely don’t cause I can’t take this.” She refused, holding the phone carefully, afraid she was going to as much as scratch it.

Tony let out an even louder sigh. “When are you going to cut this out? This constant denial of my gifts? In the time we’ve argued about you getting this phone, I’ve earned enough money to make at least ten more.”

She opened her mouth to speak but shut it as she couldn’t think of what to say. It was such an unusual thing for her to received gifts. She had a hard time simply accepting them.

“I don’t know what to say.” She admitted, looking down at her new phone in her left hand and her old one in her right. The difference, both in technology and condition, was almost embarrassing.

“A simple thank you usually does the trick.”

“Thank you.” She blurted out. “Heaven knows I could use 250 gigabytes of storage… But, if you don’t mind me asking, what’s Friday? Except a day of the week?”

“Friday?” Tony called out like she was speaking to someone. “Could you explain to Ms. Banner here what you are?”

Of course, sir.” A female voice came through over the radio, Y/N eyes widening as she stared down at the speakers. “Hello Y/N Banner. My name is Friday. I am an Artificial Intelligence program designed and created by Mr. Stark. I can aid you with a large variety of things, such as delivering messages to members of the Avengers, search for information on the internet and in any unique files that reach your level of classification. Do not hesitate to ask for my help. If your request is beyond my capability, I will do my best to solve your issue with other means.”

Y/N’s lips were parted, eyes still glued to the speakers even after Friday had stoped talking.

“She’s my second AI. The first one was called Jarvis, but he turned into the Vision, so now I have Friday around.”

What?!” Y/N exclaimed, turning in her seat towards Tony as every single thing he said, did or showed made absolutely zero sense or was far beyond what her mind was able to process. “I feel dizzy.”

“You’ve never seen an AI before?” He questioned after her intense reaction.

“Not in person, but I’ve never heard them turning into… Into…” She couldn’t find the right word.

“Humanoid cape dude with a stone in his forehead?” Tony suggested.

She sunk down in her seat, defeated. “Yeah… Exactly.”

“Well, you’ll get used to it, Banner. In the world of superheroes, things are never what you think they are… You though Peter was a normal guy in your school. Turns out he’s Spider Man.”

She had realized by that point, and that was one thing she had yet to adjust to. Her life was going to be a lot more strange with the Avengers than it had been in her little house in Murray Hills with her mom. Strange wasn’t at all a bad thing though. She would take strange over dull and repetitive any day. She had always felt like she was a lively soul trapped in a apathetic life. If she had the option to break out her true self and live an exciting life, she would. If that meant casually discussing how an Artificial Intelligence program managed to turn into what practically is a living thing, so be it.

“Home sweet home.” Tony said after another fifteen minutes in the car, the Stark Tower appearing before them. “I think your dad said he wanted to see you when we got home.”

She had planned on seeing him anyway. “Do you know where he is?”

Tony looked up at her before glancing down to the radio, nudging his head towards it. “Why don’t you ask Friday?” He wanted her to get familiar with how Friday worked, and the best way to learn is to do.

Y/N cleared her throat, looking down at the radio. “Friday? Where is my dad? I mean- Dr. Banner?”

You father is currently in his laboratory, Ms. Banner. Should I tell him that you’re arriving shortly?” Friday proposed, which wasn’t a half bad idea.

“Yeah, do that… Thanks.”

My pleasure, Miss.”

“See?” Tony raised his brows. “She doesn’t bite.”

“Ha ha.” Y/N laughed sarcastically, watching the garage gate open up as they approached. They drove inside, driving to the second floor of the indoors parking lot where she hadn’t been yet. As they reached it, her lips parted again as she took in the sight of a dozens sports cars, all bearing a license plate with Tony’s last name and a number. She wondered if he numbers stood for its place in Tony’s collection, but she didn’t want to ask as she saw some of the high numbers.

“What are your plans for the weekend?” Tony asked as they got out of the car together, heading for the elevator further away. “Because you do know it’s the weekend, right? You haven’t studied away your sense of time?”

“Just because I confessed to liking school doesn’t mean I live and breathe it.” She rolled her eyes, stepping inside the sleek lift. “I’m planning on getting my workshop in order, maybe do a quick drive to Murray Hills and get some of the stuff I didn’t manage to get with me.”

“If you need a ride, please call me and not Parker? Allow your old man to rest easy knowing you’re not dangling a hundred feet up in the air by a thread, literally, a thread.”

She let out a small laugh. “Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.”

They came to the floor of her dad’s laboratory as well as her workshop and one of Tony’s, if you ignored the fact that they were all practically his. She began to make her way to her dad but Tony stayed in the elevator.

“I’ll catch you at dinner. I have some work to do.” He promised, the doors barely staying open long enough for him to speak. She didn’t linger in the hall however but continued until she came to her dad’s lab.

“Knock knock.” She said whilst tapping twice on the door. Bruce stood by a screen, looking over at what seemed to blue prints of some kind.

“Hey!” His tired expression turned into a wide smile, quickly stepping away from the screen and taking a few steps closer to her. “How was school?”

“Good! How was your day?” She looked around his lab. “Any new, innovative projects going on?”

“Unfortunately, no. I’ve been working with the Quinjet engine today actually. It’s in need of some upgrading and I took on the task of doing it.” He pointed back to the screen. “I may be a nuclear physicist but I know my way around a jet engine or two.”

“What is the Quinjet really?” She wondered, looking at the blueprints he pointed at which showed the aircraft’s engine alone. Bruce then turned the screen around to face them and moved the current blueprint away to show a new one which showed a whole depiction of the Quinjet.

“Woah…” She gasped when the doors suddenly opened behind her, which it seemed to do an awful a lot. She couldn’t help but silently wonder if people didn’t know how to knock.

Bucky came in, a bit startled by the fact that Bruce wasn’t alone. “I- I’m sorry if I’m interrupting, but Tony is busy and my arm is bugging from the damn improvement he did… Improvement, my ass.” He murmured.

Y/N couldn’t help but stare at the bionic arm, which happened to be hanging limply at the moment, but was incredible nonetheless.

“I’m not sure how the mechanism is built up, James. I’m sorry.” Bruce admitted, dragging his right hand up and down his neck. “I barely even know where to start.”

Y/N looked between her dad and Bucky. She thought back to the ride home with Tony, when she had been told not to decline Tony’s gifts all the time. It had also made her realize that she shouldn’t be afraid to be a bit bolder. She wasn’t going to start cliff jumping or go on a spontaneous trip around the world, but she was tired of being so restrained by her own insecurity. She wasn’t living with her mom anymore and she need to realize that. She was allowed to be herself.

“Would you mind if I took a quick peak?” She asked hesitantly. Bucky looked from Bruce to her, raising a brow. Even Bruce was a bit surprised. If she offered her help, it was because she was confident with in the field she was needed. He just didn’t think she was so skilled that she thought she could handle Bucky’s metal arm.

“You’re into technology and science… Stuff?” He questioned. He hadn’t been able to get an impression of her in the short time that she had been around nor had he gotten to know her. That she was gifted with knowledge and skill like her father shouldn’t have been a surprise to him, yet it was.

Quite.” She put it vaguely.

Bucky thought for a minute before shrugging his shoulders, which only ended up being one shoulder due to the bug that had shut his limb off. “Why not.” He gave in and pulled a chair up to a metal workbench in the middle of the room.

Y/N watched as Bucky used his flesh hand to lift his entire bionic arm onto the table, the limb landing with a loud clink. She gathered some tools, Bruce helping her, and took another chair and put it on the opposite side of the workbench.

She grabbed a screwdriver and flipped his arm around so that the palm was up, struggling slightly with the weight. She undid the screws and removed the panel which they had been keeping in place. She was so efficient that Bucky was a bit taken back. If he had been in her shoes, he would barely understand where to open his arm up. She had been able to get that within a few seconds.

“Can I get a screen?” She looked over at her dad and motioned for one of the holographic screens further off. He brought it to her and she used a wireless reading clip to clamp down on the circuit card exposed in Bucky’s forearm.

“Friday, bring up the programming.” She dared to ask, still not used to the feeling of talking to essentially no one. Without answer, the screen changed from blueprints to computer coding. She looked over it, scrolling down a bit before she abruptly snapped her fingers. “Ah, here we go. Easy.”

She tempered with the long and confusing code, adding a small fraction of it that had been missing. As soon as the new numbers had been put in, the metal plates across Bucky’s arm buzzed and moved as they regained their power. Bucky tried to move his fingers which worked perfectly.

“That was fast.” He said and looked down at Y/N who had already begun to put the loose panel back in place. He was surprised, even though she was Bruce’s daughter, she was incredibly talented. She was smarter than he originally had thought and was deeply impressed.

“I went to a programming seminar two years ago by accident and ended up liking it a lot more than I thought.” She confessed with a smile.

Bucky huffed, barely believing that he was looking at a high school student. “I can tell.”


TAKING REQUESTS

Introducing Black Critique, a critique group for BLACK WRITERS to get their pieces read and read other things too. Give us your poetry, your fantasy, your slice of life, and everything you can think of in every way it comes as long as it’s by a black writer (and it’s yours, obviously. Don’t shill someone else’s work).

What is this?

A critique group for black writers that runs on a queue system. Members submit their works to the queue, and each week, about 50,000 words worth of writing should be released. This can be in the form of short stories, poems, screenplays, and/or novel excerpts. Members will read your works according to their personal tastes and provide feedback. For every work that a member reviews, they are allowed to submit works of similar length to the queue for critiquing (read a 10k short story and sent useful information? Go ahead and send us your 250 word poem, 5k short, and 2k fic and shuffle away your extra words for another piece!). It’s certainly not mandatory to read everything, but the hope is that everything released each week will get a critique or two from someone in the group and the readers will benefit from it in some way as well.

Want to just read within your genre? That’s fine! Each work will be labeled upon submission with their genre, any applicable trigger warnings, and the name of the writer themselves.

How do I send my critiques?

Email the critique to BlackCritiqueContact@gmail.com or submit it on our blog and indicate which work it’s for. On Sunday evening, the critiques for the week will be sent to their respective authors. Work can be retroactively critiqued, but please indicate that it was a piece from the past.

Where will this be done?

Apply through this application on tumblr. Please include your email; it will not be shared with anyone in the group unless you allow it.

Submission of your stories can be done through tumblr or email. The process for using email is available here. The tumblr link is available is here

Stories will be sent out each week through google doc links on email so that they don’t violate the ‘previously published’ rule that many fiction and poetry magazines have in place. These are not to be shared with individuals outside of the group under any condition unless explicit permission is given by the author.

If you would like to be included on a contact directory (this is entirely optional) indicate so when you apply. This directory will only be shared through email with other parties who are participating in the contact directory.

What aren’t we allowed to submit?

The link is here.

How often do I have to participate?

At least once every two weeks without contacting us. If anyone running the program has not been emailed after two weeks of silence, you will stop receiving the emails. If the silence continues on for four weeks, you may be removed from the member list and have to reapply.

I don’t want everyone to be able to read it. What do I do?

That’s perfectly fine! When submitting, indicate that you are requesting readers. The mass email will address the fact that readers should reply if they are interested in the plot summary, at which time they will receive the piece in its entirety.

Got it? It’s just that easy! And remember this is for black writers (whether or not they write black protagonists, though we all would love to see what you’ve got up your sleeve for that). Look, realistically, I probably can’t weed out every white or nonblack person. The truth is, though, that your feelings are going to be hurt several times over and it won’t be hard to see where you stand. It’s your prerogative and I don’t really mind if you want to cry over your messiness as long as you don’t spill it toward everyone else.

The link to apply is here. Share this post on whatever social platforms you’d like and with whoever you’d like!

Hey, guys, I hate to have to do this, but as you can see I’m pretty serious right now as I’m using correct grammar and punctuation. As some of you know I recently went through a breakup. Because of that I’ve been living with my mom. While it’s not a terrible living arrangement, it really is not ideal. My mom and her boyfriend’s house is small and I’m currently sharing a room and bed with my younger sister. On top of that, they live 35 miles away from my place of employment, which is really not good for my bank account, as driving 70 miles a day, 5 days a week is costing me about $70 every paycheck, which could be used for other things (like food). My cat, Koda, whom you all know is my son and I love dearly, is still at my ex’s place as I can’t have him at my mom’s (they have 2 cats and a dog already), and I miss him terribly.

I had an appointment today (4/28) to look at an apartment in the same town I work. I really liked it and the landlord said she would hold it for me until I get paid next Friday (5/5) so I can put the application and deposit in. This is where the problem lies. My paycheck will be around $710, I have a car payment due next week of $255, and the other half of my phone bill ($55) is due next Friday as well. That leaves me with $400 for the following two weeks. The deposit for the apartment is $275 + an application fee of $25 + a PET deposit for Koda of $300. That’s $600. And I’ll need money for gas and other necessities over the following two weeks on top of that while still living with my mom. I can use about $250 of the remaining $400 I’ll have to put towards the deposit, but if I want to be able to get the unit and keep my cat, I’ll need another $350.

It would mean so much to me if any of you could donate anything to my paypal ( paypal.me/pontmergay ). And if you can’t donate it would mean just as much to me if you would reblog this post. I need to be closer to work and be with Koda again. Thank you all! 💜

Why this Giant Bomb in Afghanistan is weird

So we just dropped a giant fucking bomb in Eastern Afghanistan to fight ISIS.  The bomb in question is the GBU-43, one of the largest non Nuclear bombs the US has and is a 22,000 pound bomb.  The normal weight of a US bomb is 250-2,000 pounds.  The reason why we use smaller bombs is they are more precise, the smaller bomb makes a smaller explosion, which is less likely to harm civilians or non combatants.  More and more the US military style has been in favor of more narrow targets and more specific weapons.  So the GBU-43 is very different, that is a giant fucking bomb that damages a whole area.  It is the second largest non nuclear bomb the US has in stock, which would be the GBU-57, which weighs 30,000 pounds.  The GBU-57 is designed to destroy massively fortified bunker complexes, so if the enemies are in a fortress, we could level it.  Now we have never used the 57, because our enemies aren’t stupid enough to build a giant fortress and wait for us to bomb them, they know full well how great our air power is, and so they spread out to avoid being hit.  The GBU-43 is has greater spread than the GBU-57 and is designed to destroy not bunkers or cave complexes, but to spread a large explosion in a specific region, like if you wanted to blow up a large part of a city or destroy a bunch of small defenses over a wide area.  It comes from the 15,000 pound BLU-82 bomb used in the Vietnam War to blow up dense areas of jungle that could then be used for landing. The spread is a mile wide Source  

  The Way the Bomb works is that it explodes and pretty much everything is a giant massive crater, like if 11 tons of TNT was blow up at once.  This bomb is so heavy that it requires a special type of plane, a parachute, and an elaborate organization system to even drop the damn thing.  We considered using this particular Bomb in 2003 but thought better of it.  

   lets talk about Afghanistan for a moment.   ISIS in Afghanistan has been on a steady retreat, between the 8500 US Forces, the 7,000 NATO forces and the who knows how many Afghan Forces, ISIS has been reduced to roughly 800 troops guarding two provinces.  ISIS is also battling the Taliban, no ally to the US and struggling with local warlords and bandit groups.  So we have been steadily winning in Afghanistan at least in the short term goal of defeating ISIS (the long term goal we still haven’t figured out) as things were.  As always, the tough Afghanistan terrain combined with the use of roadside bombs, tunnels, and well trained insurgents is extremely difficult to deal with.  The US has had some recent problems because it was thought we were going to leave in a few months from today, now it looks like we are going to be here for…who knows how long.  In fighting ISIS btw, the Taliban has been able to gain more and more power.   So does the GBU-43 help us win? Why did we drop a giant fucking bomb? 

    It doesn’t look like it, I mean if dropping a really big bomb is what it would take to defeat ISIS….why hadn’t we done that before?  We have been in Afghanistan since 2001, the bomb was built in 2003, if using it would scare terrorists into surrendering…why didn’t we use it earlier.

  One of the main issues with bombs is that we often blow up things we didn’t intend too.  Only yesterday, we accidentally killed 18 of our Syrian Allies fighting ISIS which is turning into a huge PR nightmare.  The Bomb isn’t designed for the type of fighting we are doing in Afghanistan at the moment, at least that isn’t what I have lead to believe.  If it is designed for that type of fighting….why haven’t we used i before?  In fact if the bomb killed civilians, which the Military is telling us isn’t true but I am skeptical, this would hurt our efforts in the region, since it buys into the exact type of behavior that helps ISIS recruit new people to fight us.  

  It kinda seems like this is a PR stunt, and that worries me.  Trump’s approval ratings are extremely low and a giant fucking bomb might help make him look good, or at least make him think he is looking good.  In many ways this reminds me of the airstrike on Assad, which regardless of whether we should or should not attack Assad, this particular airstrike didn’t do much of anything. The bomb seems to be the same, maybe using giant fuck off bombs might help stabilize the region, but it looks like we just dropped it so we could brag about the giant fucking bomb we just dropped.  Because the mainstream media likes bombs, you can show them on TV and get ratings, so I think Trump is trying to get popularity by doing macho military things like dropping giant bombs so we can feel like we made progress.

   Maybe this is to intimidate China and North Korea which I doubt will work, China knows we won’t ever go to war with them (and visa Versa).

   Or maybe Trump thinks we can scare ISIS into going home.


 Honestly this seems more like optics than a long term strategy, but I”m going to wait and see how things turn out

My Fragrances

This is a list of the scents that I am using at the moment.. and have been using for a very long time, actually. I am a sucker for fragrances and love the touch of mystery each and every one of my scents leave on me. I love turning into an enigma. I apply perfume every day and for any occasion and never care about a scent being too ‘heavy’ to wear during the day. And of course I adore the beautiful flacons. 

I much prefer full, dark, erotic, spicy and warm scents to fresh and flowery ones, but as so many things in life, there are always exceptions. 

1) CORTIGIANA by IL PROFVMO

This… is the ultimate sugar baby scent. ‘Sugar baby’ is even too much of an immature and playful term for this perfume. 

Here is why:

Dedicated to the strong and determined woman…an iron fist in a velvet glove.

A tribute to courtesans - well-read, playful and intriguing women who aspired to much more than love, striving to influence the powerful men they caught in their web. Cortigiana expresses a new form of sensuality and a spiritual and invigorating voluptuousness.

From time immemorial, women have examined their world and developed tricks to win favor and thus survive in hostile environments.

Cortigiana is the link between women of yesterday and those of today, at once intelligent and seductive with myriad artistic talents.

She is seated on the grass at a picnic lunch. Her eyes take in the verdant Venetian hills surrounding her. Leaning against a cherry tree, her hand caresses the green grass swaying in the breeze. As she raises a sweet delicacy to her mouth, relishing a hint of vanilla, she illustrates her spiritual and cultural skills.
Her life is rich and rewarding, and her perfume reveals the beauty of her body.
Faintly powdery, it clothes her and adorns her with infinite artistry sail through life with finesse and seduction.

Top Note: Floral Notes, Dark Cherry
Heart Note: Almond, Vanilla
Base Note: Iris, Herbs

I love this perfume. Absolutely love it. It is my signature scent.

2) QUELQUES FLEURS L’ORIGINAL by HOUBIGANT

Dita von Teese wears it. ‘Nuff said.

Top notes are orange blossom, green notes, tarragon, bergamot, lemon and citruses; middle notes are carnation, tuberose, orchid, lilac, orris root, jasmine, heliotrope, ylang-ylang, lily-of-the-valley, rose, violet and iris; base notes are sandalwood, tonka bean, amber, musk, civet, oakmoss, honey and vanilla.

The true Quelques Fleurs formula has never been published. An ancient formula still kept in the family archives, this fragrance will never be duplicated. The blend of soft, sensual florals uses over 250 different raw materials and more than 15,000 flowers to create just one ounce of Quelques Fleurs eau de parfum.

3.) TOBACCO VANILLE by TOM FORD (Private Blend)

The classic. No need to say more.

4.) SHANGHAI LILY by TOM FORD (Private Blend)

The fragrance features spicy notes, floral notes, olibanum, vanilla, bitter orange, pink pepper, black pepper, cloves, jasmine, rose, tuberose, vetiver, cashmere wood, benzoin, castoreum, labdanum, guaiac wood and incense.

Opulent. Tantalizing. Elegant.

Shanghai Lily is a floral oriental scent that transports the senses into a world of rare and opulent ingredients from the historic silk road. Warm spices, elegant florals and addictive notes of vanilla and frankincense create a hazy reverie of glamour and temptation.

5.) PLUM JAPONAIS by TOM FORD (Private Blend)

6.) NOIR DE NOIR by TOM FORD (Private Blend)

Dark. Sexy. Indulgent.

Encompassing and celebrating the Yin and the Yang, this rich oriental scent reveals Tom Ford’s feminine side. Rich feminine florals and the masculine earthiness of black truffle, vanilla, patchouli, oud wood, and tree moss add a warm sensuality to this dark chypre oriental.

7.) BLACK ORCHID by TOM FORD

8.) TEINT DE NEIGE by LORENZO VILLORESI

Teint de neige, “the colour of snow”, the delicate rosy hue of a powdered face. The unmistakable scent of perfumed powders, the fragrance of face powder, the perfume of talc, a soft, gentle, enveloping Eau de Toilette, yet intense and persistent. An aroma delicately permeated by the richness of the natural extracts of precious flowers, recalling the light, images and atmosphere of the belle-époque.

Top Note: Jasmin, Rose, Ylang Ylang, sweet, powdery and floral notes
Middle Note: Tonka bean, Jasmin, Rose, sweet, powdery and floral notes
Base Note: Heliotrope, Musk, Rose, Jasmin, sweet, powdery and floral notes

9.) YERBAMATE by LORENZO VILLORESI

A boundless greenland touching the sky. The scent of grass, of new-mown hay, of countless herbs and flowers scattered in the fields, stirred by the wind and warmed by the sun. A lonely fire in the meadows, the quiet ritual of tea and mate a gentle veil of smoke, rising and lightly embracing.

Top note: Fresh, green and citrus notes, tea, aromatic herbs, Mate, Mint, Estragon, Rosewood, Ylang Ylang.
Middle Note: Green notes, tea, herbs, Mate, New-mown Hay, Lavender.
Base Note: Green notes, tea, Mate, Galbanum, Labdanum, Tree-Moss, Patchouli, Vetiver, aromatic woods, touches of powdery and gently spiced notes.

10.) L’ILE AU THÉ by ANNICK GOUTAL

It reminds me of the scented black teas that I so love..

L’Ile au Thé is an infusion of well-being, an invigorating and soothing perfume to be shared.

Between the sea and volcanoes, a stroll in the fields of mandarin trees and tea plantations, waving in the wind of an Asian island.
The crystalline mandarin bursts into freshness, contrasting, in a soft and soothing breeze, with the tea, green and leathery, and the osmanthus, carnal and fruity, like a caress on the skin…

11.) VANILLE BOURBON by IL PROFVMO

Delicate and irresistable, Vanille Bourbon captivates and enchants your most distant dreams. Crafted from the orchid, the fragrance is intensified with touches of amber, Tahitian Gardenia and heliotrope. Its sunny quality eases the mind and senses.

12.) X by CLIVE CHRISTIAN

According to lore, Cleopatra so adored Egyptian jasmine, gathered from the banks of the Nile at dusk when the flower’s scent is at its headiest, that she doused the sails of her ship with their essence on her journey to meet Mark Antony. As the fragrant breezes of this legendary flower snaked his way, legend has it, Mark Antony fell in love with the Egyptian queen, famous for her love of beautiful perfumes.

A soft and sensual fruity chypre, X for Women complements the soft eroticism of X for Men. Egyptian jasmine is refreshed and made momentarily sharp by fruit notes such as tart rhubarb and juicy peach and pineapple. Vanilla and labdanum soften and enrich those notes, and the perfume is made even more erotic with the X series’ signature note of Karo Karundi, a white flower essence from the West African shrub whose scent recalls the Acacia flower and is reputed to be an aphrodisiac.

The notes in X for Women blend beautifully not only with each other, but also with skin, creating a warm, sweet and luscious skin scent that, like X for men, could be described as approachably erotic. Comforting and stunning.

13.) LOVE IN WHITE by CREED

An ode to Creed’s craftsmanship and passion for the world’s finest ingredients, Love in White combines hand-selected essences from five continents—a fragrant statement of global unity and peace. Created by master perfumer Olivier Creed and inspired by his love of sailing the world’s oceans, this scent is pure freedom. Cultured and polished, it’s no wonder this fragrance is loved by First Ladies. Love in White was honored on its launch day with a most iconic image—the Empire State Building illuminated by pure white lights. A zesty citrus blend grounded by powdery rice husk with cool notes of spring blooms.

14.) LIFE THREADS RUBY by LA PRAIRIE

A saleslady gave me a sample of this perfume because, as soon as she looked at me, she knew what an ‘erotic’ and sensual character I was.. making this scent perfect for me. What a compliment!

Life Threads Ruby is a romantic feminine fragrance for women that is reminiscent of a long quiet walk through a spring garden. Infused with the subtle notes of tangy African orange flower, musky bergamot, sweet jasmine and aromatic ylang-ylang, this classic scent combines warm musky base notes to create an oriental floral fragrance that is ideal for date night or snuggling on the couch with someone special.


There are oh so many more that I am going to try and buy.. I get so excited whenever I imagine my next perfume shopping trip. 

I can’t wait!

You might not know who this cat is, but he’s Hollywood royalty.

His name is Puzzums and he was kind of a big deal in early motion pictures.

He used to earn $250 per week to appear in films with stars like Will Rogers,Carole Lombard, and Jeannette MacDonald, who is holding him in this 1932 photo.

Puzzums was raised by hand when his mother deserted him on the day of his birth, but went on to develop abilities to do more tricks than the average dog.

He could cross his eyes, “laugh” at the command of his owner, and even feed himself from a baby’s bottle.

He was one cool cat.

Tips for surviving campus (with depression/anxiety)*

As someone with depression and anxiety, I have mastered the art of going unseen on campus. Here are a few tips to surviving school life while managing your mental illnesses**:

1. Bring sunglasses with you and wear them wherever you go. It helps if they have super mirrored lenses so people can’t see your eyes. It gives me a sense of security to know that I don’t have to make eye contact with anyone.

2. Arrive early to class. I commute, so I always make sure that I leave extra early so I get to class early. No walking into a crowded room when everyone’s already there. No interrupting the lecture. No searching for a seat.

3. Take your time leaving. I always allow people to move ahead of me before I start to pack up my belongings. I use a lot of things in class (different colored pens, highlighters, water bottles, etc) and they all go in specific areas of my bag. I need to keep organized so I don’t fumble around and it’s embarrassing to get in someone’s way, so I just let others do their thing first and then pack up and go. 

4. Bring a lunch. I bring my lunch so that I can eat wherever I want, usually in a secluded area. I don’t have to go to a crowded cafeteria or anything. If I need a snack or drink throughout the day, I just go to the bookstore or if I REALLY need it, Starbucks. 

5. Get familiar with campus. I avoid crowded areas like the plague, so knowing when my favorite spots fill up is absolutely necessary.

6. Do as much work on campus as possible. The thing that saves me is doing my work between classes. Since I commute and have a job, that eats up a lot of time. However, by staying on campus later or going earlier on the days that I’m there, I know that I’ll get the work done and won’t be distracted by Netflix or tumblr. I use the school computers to ensure that doesn’t happen.

7. Bring headphones and listen to music that helps you focus. Campus can get pretty loud, so I need to use my headphones to drown people out (unfortunately, yes, even in the library).

8. USE YOUR FREE PRINTS. My school gives us something like 250 pages or something a semester and it literally saves me. I don’t print anything at home. I print out articles, power points, papers, whatever it is, I print it.  You’re pretty much paying for them anyway.  Bonus, you don’t have to worry about running out of ink or paper or your printer crashing.

9. Double check your bag for all your materials BEFORE you leave your house. I forgot my id one day when I had a paper due and had to ask a classmate to borrow his so I could print! So horrifying and I absolutely never want to feel like that again!

10. Drink a lot of water. I tend to lean more towards Gatorade, but water is better for you. It gives you energy and makes you feel better. Also, bring a snack and eat it. 

11. Know where the bathrooms are! I get anxiety when I have to get up during class to use the restroom. I hate doing it so I always try to go before or after lecture, especially because I like to sit in the back.

12. Sit where you feel most comfortable. A lot of studyblrs tell you it’s better to sit in the front, but to be honest, it’s all about personal preference. I feel more comfortable towards the back, where I can spread out and no one is behind me and the professor doesn’t look at me too much. Find where you learn best and stick to that area. 

13. Wear clothes that make you feel good. You don’t always have to look amazing. Wear clothes that you feel comfortable in, that you can concentrate in and that won’t make you feel like people are staring at you.

* This is a repost of an older post, but I thought I’d make it look nicer and make it sort of like a series.

**Disclaimer: these are things that have helped me, I don’t speak for everyone with a mental illness. Add your own if you have a good tip!

Listen, if you want to make a change. If you want to see change happen, then call your congressmen, your senators. Get involved with the government. Don’t go on social media and blast a celebrity for not using their platform to speak out about political issues. Don’t point the finger and blame them for the tragedies that happen not just in this country, but around the world. Get off your damn high horse for once. There are more important things going on in the world, and the fact that people are attacking Taylor for not tweeting about this tragedy to your liking makes me sick. Go use those 150-250 characters and spread some love around for pete’s sake! 

Indecent Proposal - Chapter 7

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Melody’s POV

I woke up the next morning, and at first it was weird being in someone else’s bed. I opened my eyes and looked over my shoulder to see Jared sitting in the bed and scrolling through his phone. I sighed a little and rubbed my eyes.

“Good morning sleepyhead,” Jared said and chuckled.

“Morning,” I yawned and rolled on my back raising my arms to stretch. The cover was spread only over my knees, and the rest of my body was bear. I’ve always been a restless sleeper, so I hope Jared didn’t feel like he was sleeping through an earthquake.

“Well, I guess you’re pretty comfortable, huh,” he looked at my body and smiled. What I didn’t realized is that my shorts was all the way up, looking like I only had my underwear on, and my shirt barely covered my boobs, slightly showing off the bottom part of them.

“Oh shit!” I gasped and pulled the cover all over me.

“That’s OK, I don’t mind,” Jared was being smug again.

“Yeah, but I do… ugh…” I covered all over my head and huffed under the sheets.

“You should really get out under there, or you’ll suffocate,” Jared said and nudged me a little.

“I can’t I’m embarrassed,” I almost squealed. Jared kept silent, but I could feel him smirking. I peeked over the cover and saw Jared occupied with his phone, not paying attention to me.  “I should get up and dress, we have a long day ahead of us” , I said as I slid off the bed and ran into the bathroom.

After I’ve freshen up I got out and picked out the wardrobe for the day. As I was getting my jeans and black blouse, I looked at Jared hoping he’ll go to the bathroom so I could get dressed, but he just laid on the bed.

“Aren’t you gonna go take a shower,” I said as I looked at him, taking the blouse out of the suitcase.

“I already did. I’ve been up for quite some time, ” he answered not taking his eyes off the phone.

“Oh…OK” I said and walked towards the bathroom again. I couldn’t dress in front of him.

“You do realize I’m gonna have to see you naked eventually, right,” Jared asked and I immediately froze. I took a deep breath and gulped.

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Mianite Overwatch AU

  • Sonja - Offense - 200 HP 

Sonja is very fast on her feet and is a very easy to spot character due to her bright colors. She uses her rope to lash out at enemies, and is a medium range person of attack. She can speed up for a duration of 4 seconds to get away from enemies and can slide forward to get a vantage on enemies. Her ultimate is a tornado like spin that will capture and damage enemies in the vortex.

  • Waglington - Defense - 250 HP

Waglington Uses potions and can hold up to 5 at a time before he has to make more from his bag. He throws them towards the direction of enemies and will harm them. He can boost himself into the air to get away from combat temporarily and has a potion that can be used every 12 seconds to heal health. His ultimate is a scatter of potions that can do anywhere from freezing enemies, slowing them down or damaging them greatly.