#Aurbun

[vampiremeerkat]

Why do you think pretty much all the fandom accepts Eddy as having dark blue hair as definitive? He just have blue hair in two episodes (Take this Ed..., halloween episode), but not was never confirmed as his official color. Throughout the show Eddy used a lot of color hairs (blond in Hand me Down Ed and Tinker Ed, both ginger and aurbun in Pick an Ed, brown in the official comics), he even managed to replicate Jimmy's strange skin-hairstyle! Still, everyone seems to think blue is his official color (I personally like to think Eddy as naturally blond but wanting to dye his hair blue, but it's just me).

It takes one prominent fanartist to draw a character a certain way, and others will follow. Doesn't matter if it makes sense. The importance of Eddy mimicking Jimmy's hairstyle is completely overlooked by everyone; it's the only instance where he wasn't wearing a wig. Eddy is a pinkhaired anime boy, desu.

[sweet-tea-666]

Case number: 02

Subject name : the crawler

Note : subject is unable to communicate outside of grunting, growling and hissing. It's advised to go on with observation under armed supervision.

Head researcher: Dr.D assistant researcher: new assistant for Dr.d Dr.M

Subject description: the subject is a semi humanoid being with hog like traits such as his snout and striped brown and aurbun fur it's fingers however are tipped with what seems to be some sort of hoof like keratin which it uses to dig up roots and catch small rodents and birds that have fallen from nests.

Note for the care takers of subject 2. It is indeed omnivorous with a preference for mushrooms like bloody tooth and ink caps with an extreme disliking for puffball mushrooms and truffles going as far as to throw or crush them.

Results of observation:

The observations started at 12pm as the subject (the crawler) seems to be nocturnal. The subject seemed to be rather cautious in terms of exploring the new enclosure. After 2 hours of observing the subject we were able to see how it eats.

The subject seems to be an omnivorous with a preference for roots and mushrooms such as ink caps and bloody tooth but seems to have an extreme disliking for puffball and truffles.

Note from Dr.M

Please stop trying to feed the subject black berries. It causes an ungodly rash an terrible tummy troubles for the poor thing.

Also on the topic of things that need to stop we strongly advise that all personal treat subject 2 with respect much like one would with a pet or zoo animal.

Dietary requirements:

Subject 2 must be given 3 meals a day which must be an equal balance of mushrooms, small animals and various roots.

Containment requirements

Every 5-6 days workers are to go in and fill any and all unused burrows made by the crawler in containment. Enrichment toys such as puzzle feeders are to be taken out an replaced with either harder or easier ones depending on the level of displayed by the speed of which the puzzle was solved by the subject.

Conclusion:

Subject class: safe

The council are discussing whether or not to breed and train other subject 2's to be emotional support animals for field workers and security staff.

End note from Dr.D -

We have since found more instances of subject 2. They seem friendly and rather emotionally intelligent hence the idea for them to be emotional support animals. Though I don't see the appeal.

[ma-pi-ma]

.. senza parole o tocco o sguardo furtivo, io mi stringo a te, e so di essere accettato senza parole o tocco o sguardo furtivo.

Hayden Carruth, da Poesia di Aurbun

[taetaesbaebaepsae]

ACK

so handsome 💖

[ilcielodipuglia]

Poesia di Aurbun (Hayden Carruth 3/8/1921 – 29/9/2008) Un libro che leggevo stamattina di Milan Kundera dice così: “Nell’algebra dell’amore un figlio è il simbolo della magica somma di due esseri”. E ora quella figlia ha trentanove anni; soffre di un cancro che ci hanno detto incurabile e le sarà fatale. Sei stata sposata per trent’anni a un altro uomo, ed io ho sposato altre tre donne e convissuto con sei – una sciagura me è così, compiuta e irrevocabile. Siamo vecchi. Tu hai sessantanove anni e io settanta. Sarebbe follia sentimentale dire di scorgere in te, o tu in me, i lineamenti della nostra giovinezza in amore. Eppure è vero. La tua voce soprattutto mi riporta indietro. Siamo qui perché nostra figlia, concepita a Chicago in una bella notte d’aprile tanto tempo fa, è tragicamente vulnerabile. Ci incontriamo angosciati, in una disperazione muta. Ci incontriamo dopo anni di separazione e di appena affettuosa noncuranza. Ma è vero, vero, questa figlia che è una donna matura, sofferente con figli propri, è tuttora simbolo di quella magica somma che eravamo, e in questa sventura, senza parole o tocco o sguardo furtivo, io mi stringo a te, e so di essere accettato senza parole o tocco o sguardo furtivo. Questa, così tardi, la crisi delle nostre vite.

[venomsbabe]

90s spiderman cartoon(spiderman the animated series/the amazing spiderman/1994 series)

Eddie brock is smoking hot.

Don't get me wrong. I love other versions of eddie brock aka venom. But that is the one i grew up with and was one of my first cartoon crushes.

Eddie brock/venom in that series was pretty creepy. But at the same time awesome. Without the high pitch n overly cheeseiness that venom voice is still one of the few that sends shivers down my spine. But eh some design flaws are there. But eddie brock is still done extremely well.

Anyways back to talking bout eddie brock. I do love the auburn hair. It suits him but they did that i believe because hank azaria is the voice actor so they tend to make the characters they play look like them in a way sometimes.

But maybe they also wanted to shy away from "big blonde jock" because of flash tompson in the show. Because flash had blonde hair. Also maybe they wanted to make an "anti peter parker" . So keep similar hair tones to know that.

Or maybe they just liked aurbun hair on eddie. Either way it looked sexy imo.

But the clothes? Oh eddie,eddie,eddie. Who the hell dressed you?

Well it was the 90s.

Also poor aunt may. Bless her heart for not knowing brock is venom. She might've had a heart attack.

But one thing we will never talk bout is that dr.kafka was completely unpofessional and wasn't really being a good therapist for eddie. That love thing was so annoying. Like wtf ashley? I mean i feel its more one sided if anything but why the fuck would you do that?

Ugh. Sorry bout that.

But nobody and i mean nobody compares to carnage in that show. Carnage creeped me the fuck out(still does to a degree) but i loved him. Perfect villain imo. Still is. And kassadys voice actor(dunno his name i apologize) best voice still.

Also loud noises hurting the symbiote in the show was a tad annoying but that because they had to simplify it. Its actually sonic and sub sonic frequencies. Like a certain pitch that hurts it. Not just any ol loud noise. But eh.

Never explored fire weakness with it. Maybe for a reason.

Anyways. I still love this show and if you want i can post up some theories,headcanons,and or my fave episodes and what i wish they could have done talks.

And ps. Mary jane. Your a fashion model/actress. Get a better stylist. Please. Love ya but damn your clothes are ugly.

Also pss. Madame web is the best thing ever. EVER! DONT FUCKING ARGUE WITH ME! also she was voiced by the late joan Lee (stan lee's wife! , R.i.p). So yeah badass.

Also psss. Also in case you didnt catch it the first time Eddie brock/venom is sexy in this show. Though i wish they could have shown his softer side a bit more in the show and saving innocent people like spiderman. But eh.

[theguiltypleasurexo-blog]

Fp Jones x OC - Fanfic // Then There Was You (Part 1)

AN: I've had this idea in my head since Fp Jones was first introduced into Riverdale. I have been putting off writing it for so long, but I've finally plucked up the courage to start the story. It's an O/C x FP fanfiction. So if you love Fp Jones, then keep on reading because this ones for you. 

Summary: Being Alice Coopers sister was something Emma hadn't been familiar with for nearly a decade. But now she was back in Riverdale, she was soon going to be calling it home again. As Emma slowly learns that not everything in this town is as perfect as it seems, including her own dark secrets. Amongst the chaos, the also just as mysterious Fp Jones comes into her life in the most unfortunate way. Will they end up being the one thing they both so desperately needed?

Pairing: OC x FP Jones

Word count: 4,000+

Warnings: Some swearing, minor abuse mention, smoking. 

"It's just here."  

The driver rolled his eyes over to the rear-view mirror, seeing the girl sat in the back of his cab flashing him a small smile. Sighing lighting, the cab driver pulled over at the end of the street and went back to looking at her.

"That'll be 25$, Miss." He informed her, before handing out his hand to her.

Rolling her eyes at the expensive charge, Emma pulled her wallet out from her purse and handed the driver the correct amount, before quickly shoving her wallet away.

Taking the money from her, the driver turned back to the front of his cab and counted out his money, before he went to take another call in for another pick up.

In this time, Emma took the cellphone that had been sat on her lap on the ride over here and quickly placed it into her purse, before pulling out a brand new looking one.

Putting that into her pocket, she took out a pale pink lipstick from the purse and began to apply it into her lips, using the rear-view mirror for some guidance, much to the cab drivers to dismay.

"Are you done, Miss?" He asked, clearly not in the mood to deal with her lack of ability to get out of there, "I have another pick up."

"Don't worry. I won't keep you much longer," She answered, before popping her lips and putting the lipstick back away, "have a good day."

Emma took hold of the cab door and stepped out onto the sidewalk, her tote bag in one hand and the suitcase she brought with her now joining her outside also.

"Goodbye, Miss." The cab driver bided her farewell, as she closed the door and he slowly began to pull away.

Looking around at her new surroundings, Emma checked the time on her watch, before she plucked up the courage to begin her small walk down the street, looking for one house in particular.

The suburb she was currently walking in felt very different to what Emma had ever been used to. The last few years things had been modern and high up. Everything she had called home had been accessible by an elevator and a front yard had been non-existent in the world Emma was from.

But here she was, in the middle of Riverdale, her home town, coming back to the one place she so badly wished had always been her home, but so much had happened since then, Emma did not even know where home was now.

The sound of a front door opening from only a few yards away, brought Emma out of her deep thoughts and onto the teenaged boy now stepping out of his home.

Upon seeing her walking the streets, he flashed her a warm smile, the warmth very much matching the aurbun hair that covered his head in a messy do, as he turned to look at the house beside his own.

Emma found her own attention turning towards the exact same property, her name suddenly being called excitedly, and it was only then that it actually hit Emma that she was back in Riverdale, that she was back to reality in some way, seeing people she hadn't seen in nearly a decade.

"Emma!" Her sister called excitedly from the front porch, as Emma arrived at the steps below, "You're finally here!"

Emma began to laugh, she didn't know if it was due to nerves to be back in town, or whether it was a strained laugh, trying to muster up the energy to show real happiness, when that was an emotion she hadn't felt in a long time.

Coming up the steps, she joined the woman on the front porch, before she was engulfed into a warm embrace, an embrace that had been very much needed for the longest time.

Sinking into the hug, Emma wrapped her arms back around her sister and said softly, "Hi, Alice. It's good to see you."

"I'm so glad you're back here with your family," Alice told her as the two separated, Emma now seeing more people had exited the front door from behind her sister, "we've missed you."

The suburb she was currently walking in felt very different to what Emma had ever been used to. The last few years things had been modern and high up. Everything she had called home had been accessible by an elevator and a front yard had been non-existent in the world Emma was from.

But here she was, in the middle of Riverdale, her home town, coming back to the one place she so badly wished had always been her home, but so much had happened since then, Emma did not even know where home was now.

The sound of a front door opening from only a few yards away, brought Emma out of her deep thoughts and onto the teenaged boy now stepping out of his home.

Upon seeing her walking the streets, he flashed her a warm smile, the warmth very much matching the aurbun hair that covered his head in a messy do, as he turned to look at the house beside his own.

Emma found her own attention turning towards the exact same property, her name suddenly being called excitedly, and it was only then that it actually hit Emma that she was back in Riverdale, that she was back to reality in some way, seeing people she hadn't seen in nearly a decade.

"Emma!" Her sister called excitedly from the front porch, as Emma arrived at the steps below, "You're finally here!"

Emma began to laugh, she didn't know if it was due to nerves to be back in town, or whether it was a strained laugh, trying to muster up the energy to show real happiness, when that was an emotion she hadn't felt in a long time.

Coming up the steps, she joined the woman on the front porch, before she was engulfed into a warm embrace, an embrace that had been very much needed for the longest time.

Sinking into the hug, Emma wrapped her arms back around her sister and said softly, "Hi, Alice. It's good to see you."

"I'm so glad you're back here with your family," Alice told her as the two separated, Emma now seeing more people had exited the front door from behind her sister, "we've missed you."

"Alice..." Hal went to interrupt, not wanting her to integrate Emma in the way she was, and that they also had to get out of there to go to work.

"I never said I was, Alice." Emma breathed, trying to keep her cool.

Now Emma knew why she had moved away for college and had stayed away. Alice always jumped to conclusions and tried to mother her. She hadn't even been here five minutes and it was like the past was repeating itself.

"You just said, Emma, that you might go back." Alice pointed out.

"I didn't..." Emma went to say.

"Alice, please, we really have to get going..." Hal tried to stop the two of them.

"Hal, just five more minutes!" Alice said to her husband.

"Alice, c'mon," He wasn't going to give up, Hal knew how Emma used to get when Alice use to integrate her before, and this was no different, "let the girl eat her breakfast."

Alice looked away from him with an annoyed look, as Emma turned to meet with her sister, "I'll be fine," She assured her, wanting her to leave her in peace also, "just go. We can't catch up."

"I just don't want to leave my sister alone here." Alice expressed her concerns.

"She'll be fine," Hal reassured his wife, "she's not going to run off anywhere and plus she's not sixteen anymore."

"I know," Alice sighed in defeat, before she slowly began to stand up, 'you're right."

"For once, he is right," Emma added, as she watched her sister pull on her coat and grab her bag, ready to head to work, "you'll see me later."

It had been a couple of hours since Alice and Hal had left Emma alone in their home. After eating a delicious breakfast that Emma knew she was going to be thanking her sister over and again for, she headed on upstairs with her things to locate her new room for the duration of her stay.

It was a fairly decent sized room, a little on the small size from what Emma was used to living in her own home, taking the master, but she was the guest after all and had to go back to living with more than one person again.

She had taken a short nap for an hour or so, tired from the plane journey earlier this morning and also all the stress from the past couple of weeks. Now she was heading outside for some fresh air, Emma never coped well cooped up inside all day long.

As she slipped outside the front door, Emma came onto the porch and brought out one of her cell phones, the one she had been so quick to hide after the taxi ride earlier.

She switched it on and took a seat down on the top step of the porch, her bare feet coming to contact with the wood below and her light jean clothed bottom sat down on the surface.

After a couple of seconds sitting down, the cell phone in her hand beeped, signalling a new text message had come from. A nervous feeling bubbled in her stomach, as she opened it up and saw a automated looking message come to the screen.

'48 hours until pick up.'

Emma felt her stomach churn after reading the message and a sick feeling came over. She knew what the message meant. It was now starting all over again. Or maybe it had never actually finished.

This was just the last of it. Or Emma hoped it was. She had been promised that way too many times. But here she was, still carrying out deeds, she hated herself for doing.

Slipping the cell phone into her back pocket in distress, Emma quickly pulled out a box of cigarettes from her jacket pocket and quickly lit one up, needing something to just take the edge of the unease she felt inside.

Emma knew that if Alice had been around, there would have been no way the cigarettes would have even made an appearance. But Alice wasn't here right now and what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her.

She also knew that smoking in an area like this of town would be so forbidden, but Emma wasn't afraid to break the rules anymore. Emma had paid her time for trying to follow orders, she was tired of that now.

Taking a drag from the cigarette, Emma shut her eyes briefly taking in the smoke and letting her stress drift away as she breathed it out, her eyes slowly reopening when she heard a voice.

Looking opposite her, Emma saw a very familiar looking man stood on the side walk, dog lead in his hand and a light coloured Labrador dog stood beside him attached to the lead.

Emma couldn't believe her eyes right now and just whom she was seeing. It was face she hadn't seen in years. Not since she had been a young goofy teenager and had been hanging out with her sister's friends after dark.

Smiling at the man and also his dog, Emma politely stumped out her cigarette and went to climb to her feet, hopeful the man would remember her also.

"Uh, are you looking for someone?" The man questioned her, clearly not having reorganized her, "Are you looking for Alice?"

"Uh, no," Emma couldn't help but smirk slightly, not thinking she had changed that much, but maybe she had, it had been nearly ten years after all, "I'm her sister, Emma."

"No way!" He exclaimed in complete surprise to see her stood there after all this time, "of course you are," he chuckled lightly in embarrassment, "you're little Em, Huh?"

"That's me," She came to meet him down on the pavement, "how you doing, Fred?"

"I'm not too bad," Fred answered her, as Emma bent down to stroke his dog, "you look so grown up, I can't believe it."

Emma smiled at him once again, as she stood back up straight, "You look..."

"Old?" He half joked for her.

"No," She shook her head in amusement, "I was going to say different. But yeah, you look older now."

"It's been years," Fred reminded her, although Emma hadn't really forgotten, "If you don't mind me asking, how old are you now?"

"I'm twenty-seven." Emma answered him.

"Wow," He couldn't believe she was that age, Fred had known her since she was just a kid, "has it really been that long?"

"Yep." She laughed lightly.

"I bet Alice is thrilled to have you home."  

"Yeah, I thought it was about time I returned." Emma answered, although it was more like she was forced to.

"Is this permeant?" Fred asked.

"I'm not quite sure yet..." She answered him honestly, Emma hadn't decided herself yet, "I mean if I do decide to stay, then I'm going to need to get a job, although I don't know many people hiring PA's right now,"

His eyes sparked up slightly at her explanation, but allowed her to continue, before he had his say on the matter, "but then again, I'd have to sort myself out somewhere to stay, I can't live under my sister's feet forever."

"Hey, I've got a position going at my place." Fred announced to her.

"Oh, you do?" Emma folded her arms, surprised it had been that easy to have found something so soon.

She hadn't even thought about how she was going to pay for things whilst she was here. Emma knew she'd have to get a job. Her money was running out fast. The money in her accounts were being wiped every single day. Emma had to get some money coming in from somewhere, she just didn't necessarily think it would be from Riverdale.

"Yeah, an office assistant," He explained the position more to her, "someone to do my books. My guys on paternity leave."

"What's your place exactly?" She asked interestedly.

"Construction, of course." Fred said proudly.

"Well, I guess, maybe I could accept your offer," Emma thought it seemed decent enough and something she could do whilst she was here, it would save her having to look or feeling bad that she couldn't pay her way in her sister's home, "if you wanted me there of course."

"Sure," He nodded, rather having someone he knew than any old person, "why don't you swing by on Monday and have a trial run?"

"That sound's great," Emma agreed with him, "thanks, Fred. I really appreciate it."

"No problem," Fred was more thankful for her right now, "I just live next door, so pop over around 8 and I'll give us a ride to work."

"Brilliant," She looked over at the house, just as he was about to walk off, before she asked, "say, you don't have a son, do you?"

"Uh yeah, why?" He asked confused, then something inside of him caught on, "Has Alice warned you about him to stay away from Betty?"

"Oh no!" Emma quickly shook her head, although that did sound like Alice, "it was just...I saw a teenager come out of their earlier and now I'm putting the pieces together."

"Uh yeah, that would have been Archie."  

"Him and Betty are still close then?" She asked.

"Oh yeah," Fred nodded, a happy smile coming across his face, "much to your sister's dismay, they're still going strong since they were kids."

Emma smiled back at him, before saying, "I guess I'll see you Monday then."

"See you Monday." Fred bided her goodbye, before walking with his dog over to his front door as Emma made her way back up the porch to head on in herself.

Her eyes caught the newspaper sat on the front porch, completely having missed it earlier when she had come out in distress, but as she bent down to pick it up and unravelled it to see the front page, her eyes widened slightly.

A picture of a young teenager, not much older than Betty, his face was plastered over the front of it. The words 'Missing' across the headline. Her sister and her brother-in-law worked down at the paper, but Emma was surprised they would cover such a story.

Taking the paper and herself back inside the house, Emma closed the door and went through into the living room. She sat down on the couch and began to read through the article, catching up on just exactly what had gone on before Emma had got into town.

Her mind flashed back to a week or so ago, when she had finally taken the plunge to seek for some help and had been the whole reason Alice had welcomed her back to town.

                                              ~*~ Flashback ~*~  

Emma had been over the same thing a hundred times in her head, but still she was finding it difficult to pick up her phone and make the call. She knew if she did, then it would mean game over and she'd have to come clean.

But if she didn't, then she knew she would be stuck here, alone and scared, worried what might happen next and that if she didn't get away now, then she might have lost her only chance to.

Hitting the call button once more, Emma finally brought it up to ear, her hands shaking and her heart pounding, as she waited for the person to pick up on the other end.

There was no backing out now. She had taken the first step. Emma knew she had to go on.

After a few rings, the person picked up and answered, "Hello?"

"Alice," Emma breathed, her voice quiet and strained, it was clearly evident the girl was in a bad way, but she was trying her best to pull it together, "it's me, Emma."

"Emma," Alice, exclaimed in surprise, before saying, "oh my goodness! How are you? Are you alright?"

"Is this a bad time?" She asked her older sister, not wanting to trouble her if it was.

"No, no," Alice responded, just happy to hear her sisters voice, it had been so long, "of course not. I'm so relieved to hear from you."

"It has been a long time," Emma found herself saying shamefully, as she tried to fight off the tears, "I miss you."

"Oh sweetie," Alice could hear that Emma just didn't sound right, not what she remembered her sister to be, she always knew Emma as a bright and happy go lucky girl, "is everything ok?"

"Um, I," She couldn't find the words to say, to answer her sister with the truth, because it was too hard to do, "I... could I come stay with you?"

"What now?" Her older sister asked.

"Soon, maybe next week, I don't know," Emma said, she really did not want to have to tell her sister everything, especially not over the phone, "could I please?"

"Emma, you know you are always welcome here," Alice reminded her, just like she had every phone call they had rarely had the past few years, "but you're starting to worry me now, is everything alright?"

"I can't explain right now," She managed to tell her, her voice breaking as she felt the tears silently roll down her face, "but I will."

"Oh, Emma," Alice couldn't bear to hear her sister this way, "I'm going to take the day off work tomorrow and get the next flight out there."

"No!" Emma quickly snapped, not meaning to, but it was a bad idea Alice coming here, "no, please, just don't..."

"Emma, I can hear that something is troubling you and I'm not leaving this until next week," Her sister explained in a strict tone, "I am your sister and it's my duty to look out for you."

"You just can't come here, I," She glanced around at her surroundings and sighed, "I've lost my home, Alice. I'm in and out of hotels right now."

"Why? What's happened?" Alice then questioned, before she made a guess, "have you and John split up?"

Emma rolled her head down, the tears falling again, before she plucked up the courage and admitted, "It's worse than that, Alice."

"What's going on, Emma?" Alice pressed again.

"He, um, he," She was finding it hard to say what she so desperately wanted to, saying it out loud made it feel so much more real, "he's been abusing me, Alice... I, need to come home and get away from it all."

"Emma, that's it!" Emma heard her older sister say sternly from down the other end, "I am coming to get you."

"No," Emma quickly shook her head, although her sister couldn't see her, "as I said you can't. I'm in hotels. And I need to stay here. He's gone to jail."

"What do you mean he's gone to jail? For his crimes against you?" Alice presumed.

"I can't talk about this right now," She sighed, knowing Emma couldn't answer that, it would open more and she'd already shared way more than she intended to, "just know that I am safe and he can't hurt me anymore. I'll call you in the morning when I know more, but please don't come here."

"How can I not? You're my little sister." Alice pointed out, clearly worried.

"I know, but I can look after myself. I appreciate you offering, but all I need is you to welcome me home when I'm ready." Emma said, as she mopped up her tears.

Alice was quiet for a moment, before she sighed, giving into her sister's requests, "I'm glad you called. We need help over here. Things haven't been good for us either, Emma."

"What do you mean?"  

Now Emma was freaking out.

"Polly's got herself into a slight situation. I'm so ashamed," Alice began to explain, but Emma knew whatever had happened, Alice was taking it badly and worrying about her own image, "I don't know what to do.."

"What's happened?" She asked her older sister.

"I've had to send her away. Something happened with her and her boyfriend, Jason Blossom. Now he's been reported missing and I don't know.."

"Hey, this is exactly why you need to stay put, Alice," Emma reasoned with her over this, everything sounded just as bad for Alice as it had for Emma recently, "your family needs you."

"But you also need me..."

"And I'm also an adult who can look after herself."  

"You call me in the morning when you know more! I want to hear from you every day until you get off the plane back home." Alice made her promise her.

"Of course. I'll call you tomorrow." Emma vowed back.

After saying goodbye and assuring Alice she'd be alright, as well as to send her love to everyone, Emma hung up the phone and sighed, before turning around at her former home.

Her suitcase was half packed on her bed, everything that had been ransacked by the police a few nights ago was still spread all over the bedroom, as well as other parts of her house.

The apartment was dark and quiet, only the sound of Emma's heavy breathing and clocks ticking ran through it. She felt a coldness. One that had been there a very long time, but now it was starting to feel with warmth again, somehow like the war was coming to a slow end.

But Emma knew it was probably only now just beginning.

Yet at least once she got to Riverdale, Emma would be one step closer to ending it all.

Or maybe just maybe, she'd be starting another one.

[seasaltwish]

Dodie yellow, CERULEAN!!!!, AURBUN, crimson and teal!!!

;A; 💛💛💛 ILU MADDY

[pathoshome]

CHANDELIERS AND CAVIAR, THE WAR CAN’T TOUCH US HERE !!

In order to interact with characters of WA.R AND PE.ACE & THE GRE.AT COME.T OF 1812, i decided to adjust the whole history of the last of the ROMANOVS. I tried to make it the most historical accurate but since she was born in 1901 ...  okay, let’s begin ! ( note: in this timeline, she’s not a grand duchess, she’s not related to the imperial family of the era. )

ANASTASIA       an spirited young woman, from an aristocratic family of RUSSIA. She was born in ST. PETERSBURG, as her other sisters: OLGA, TATIANA and MARIA and her little brother: ALEXEI. in the year 17838, june 18th marks on her birthday ( 23 years old ). The whole family would crack up at her jokes. Nobody is safe from her tongue and brutal observations of other foibles. She has a cutting wit and knew it, it was one of her chief ways of getting attention. Painting was one of her passions also, dogs were another. The most mischief one of her family, making her a witty & genius woman, had blue eyes, fine aurbun    yet almost blonde hair and a thin, delicate nose like her mother’s. People close to the family thought she could have become a real beauty when she grew up and surerly, she is. As a child she was small and impish. As she grew into her teens she put on weight and become rather round and pudgy. Out of the four sisters, Anastasia looked more like her mother, who was of the western european descent. Never much interested in studies or common activites of her status      her mainly inspiration in her life was: becoming an ACTRESS.

HER PARENTS: NICHOLAS & ALEXANDRA NIKOLAEVNA BELYAKOV

NICHOLAS        A MILITAR COLONEL, with not so much character, yet more like shy person and reserved, was of an abstracted nature in which he tried not to glimpse his ideas, intelligent, honest and meticulous, essentially timid, romantic and idealistic and with a peaceful character. He liked discipline and military life, was very religious, hard-working and responsible and had an unchanging life routine. It was difficult for him to socialize, and sometimes he was accused of being arrogant, without being so. For his character, he wasn’t a very good colonel at all, since his title was erned from his father & pushed to become one        despite how much he wanted to be one, he felt that he wasn’t ready yet. To protect Russia from the french’s revolutionaries of Napoléon.

ALEXANDRA       She was a cold-hearted German, a COUNTESS, unable to see the needs of those around her, unless they were her family. This was true in a way, because, like her husband, her family was very important to her. From childhood, she was very shy, a trait shared with her grandmother Victoria. She hated public appearances, trying to avoid them as much as possible, although according to her and many other friends, it was because she was terribly shy and nervous in front of the Russian people. She was also poorly seen by rich and poor alike because of her dislike of Russian culture.

Despite how much they never liked parties and socialize with other russian families, very reserved. They were very loving / caring with their son & daughters, bringing the best education possible and letting them to join, yet they were strict with their children.

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Como se forman los huevos - reproduccion de las gallinas

Video de la universidad de Aurbun en EEUU que muestra de manera didáctica como se forman los huevos de las gallinas, detallando también el sistema reproductivo de estas, cada una de sus partes y la transformación que va sufriendo el huevo desde su estado de folículo, hasta la obtención de un huevo maduro.

etiquetas: huevo, gallina

» noticia original (www.youtube.com)

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don’t you pavlov me

richard quite enjoyed roxanna’s presence and he could see why fay, if she had to choose an immortal roommate (why she did was a question he has yet to ask of her, he figured the truth would come out) she would choose roxanna. she was younger than them both but had an advantage: she at least did not look thirteen. he would be jealous, but that was beneath him. as it was, he did enjoy her presence once he got used to her energy. she was far more open than others, but also had a stunning sense of humor and a respect for decorum that matched richard’s. 

(he has heard her southern accent in a joking manner, but he would bet that she truly reigned from the southern united states--what state exactly, well. he wouldn’t know that much.)

"hello roxy,” the words slipped out before he could catch them back as he sat down on the couch. in return, he got a smile from roxanna and a ... high five? he clapped their hands together and roxy sat down across.

“hey, richard! fay is on her way---she hung out with mark before hand.” roxanna mentioned and richard nodded. ah. marcius. “i figured we could just chill beforehand.”

“seems adequate---i recently read the comic you reccomended and you were right it was quite good.” richard offered and he saw the excitement in her eyes before she even spoke. once more: she was much more open than others. perhaps, once, even he was like that.

(he knows he was.)

“wasn’t it great? especially after reading the other parts of jason todd’s robin run. i was so mad when they literally Killed a child because of some stupid vote,” and there it was--the debate in roxanna’s voice. richard almost grinned because it was exciting to see this, though normally he had fae to make eye contact with. “and then they always try to BLAME HIM for being MURDERED. like, what! what!! but under the red hood is still one of my favorite comic arcs.”

“it was thrilling, even though i knew where it was going. the art work as well was top notch.” richard agreed. he titled his head. “i don’t think everything jason did after his death was perhaps the right decision but speaking from personal experience after dying, sometimes, it leaves you bitter.”

roxanna nodded at that. “i guess. i mean, i get why he lost faith in batman’s entire system.” she continued and he found he agreed with most points when he realized something. he--he greeted roxanna with roxy. and she high fived him. wait. wait. wait.

“....but scott lobdell’s interpretation of starfire is the worst.” roxanna ended with an angry looking sigh and ricahrd hummed, ready to test of a theory.

“i would have to read it to see it, roxy.” and just then, roxanna smiled and high fived him.

he accepted it and then galred at her. “are you trying to pavlov dog me into calling you roxy?” he asked it, but he knew that was Exactly what was happening. especially at the frown on her face and put-upon sigh.

“you and fay both insist on roxanna! i feel like i’m going to get in trouble all the time, thank god you don’t know my middle name. it would be even worse.” she sat back down and in a show of her younger age, crossed her arms over her chest.

“roxannaannaanna,” he told her and she gaped at him, horror in her eyes, “it is not so easy to trick me.”

“you’re so dramatic!”

“pot? meet kettle.”

later, when he returned home after watching the princess bride at fay’s, he was met with the sight of noel and auburn---of course, cuddling in the main room and enjoying each other’s company. he was equally happy for them and disgusted. 

“today, roxannaannaanna attempted to pavlov me into calling her roxy.” he announced. both auburn and noel turned and smiled at him. 

“i take it that backfired on her?” auburn asked. richard nodded as if to say obviously.

noel laughed. “little does she know that you are Very stubborn when it comes to that. we just got you to call us aburn and noel.”

richard leveled him with a look. “do not get your hopes up too much, noellicus.” at that, auburn had lightly smacked her husband.

“you had to remind him.” auburn looked happier these days, richard noted with relief, even if she still seemed to be working on some Stuff. noel, in turn laughed once more and turned to auburn.

“he was bound to say it again at some point, red.”

“he’s right, auburnellica.” richard crossed his arms. both of his....guardians sent him exasperated and, dare he say, fond looks. “i am going to research roxanna’s history to get her middle name.”

“good luck!” noel granted and auburn added, “make sure you check hopsital records.”

richard hung up his coat and took their advice with a nod.

all he had on her middle name was that it was an A, as he saw just one (1) signature before. R.A.B. funny how the world worked. on his laptop, he fished around for records. he focused primarily on southern states with brown. he knew by what he knew of her family history that she was born in the 1930s, making her about eight decades old. so young. he was used to research like this however and it helped---a lot. for “”history”” projects.

forty minutes into searching and he grinned. taking into account segregation laws, it made hospitals a lot easier. it was perhaps a low point for well. united states and general humanity history that segregation existed at all. but for his purposes, it expedited the process. southern states in general had a lot less hospitals than northern ones, he noted. but also: southern ones had a plethora of african american hospitals due to the segregation laws that they had. 

he almost whooped when he found the john a. andrew memorial in birmingham, alabama (where roxanna’s accent was, he supposed) where he found records of babies born there. sure enough, there was the brown family. roxanna asphodel brown was born may 11th 1935 to francis kenneth brown and april foster-brown.

richard gaped.

he exited the tab, erased his history (for good measure) and closed his laptop. he ran his hands over his face and one question repeated in his mind: why would ver do this? he had to know. luckily--it was a friday night. he grabbed his phone, keys and wallet from his desk before he left his room.

auburn and noel were still relaxing, though it seemed they opened wine and he said easily (far too easily), “fay just texted me--i left something at her house.”

noel turned. “well, it’s not a school night...”

“just call us if you need a ride. the buses will stop after a certain time.” aurbun not-so-lightly suggested. richard found himself nodding.

“will do.” he shrugged on his jacket, careful not to seem in a rush. he put on the first pair of shoes he found and left. he took his phone out almost immediately.

contact; fae

[txt]: we need to talk. - rm [txt]: now. im on my way -rm [txt]: alone as well. -rm

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DJ Maseo's Son Tre Mason Declares For NFL Draft #HHMS

DJ Maseo's son Tre Mason has announced that he will declare for the NFL draft, forgoing a final season as an Auburn football player. 

"It's been my dream since I was young, and I'm a dream chaser," Mason said, as per ESPN. "I'm just trying to make a dream into a reality."

Mason's coach, Gus Malzahn, spoke about his potential. 

"The [NFL] is getting one of the tougher individuals in all of college football," Malzahn said. "He can run between the tackles. He has great courage. He played his best games in the biggest games, and he's a good receiver out of the backfield, also."

On January 6, De La Soul's DJ Maseo saw his son Tre Mason's Auburn football team lose 34-31 toFlorida State in the BCS championship game held in Pasadena, California. 

In a story published January 3, Maseo spoke about how much he's discussed fame with his son Tre in a Sports Illustrated article. 

"We talk about it," Maseo said in the piece. "It's not that deep to discuss. He's seen how I've operated throughout my career. I think just based on how he's been brought up. Staying grounded is always important. Be who you are on the way up, because that's who you'll be on the way down."

source: HipHopDX

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Her hair, her face , her body , them legs everything beautiful #kristenstewart #kstew #beautiful #pretty #hair #aurbun #amazing #fashion #paris #pale #balengacia #beautiful #twilight #actors #stunning #followback #like (Taken with Instagram)