#afgan sorry

[chaosandmarigolds]

Dad!Simon who insisted you go on the vacation, because of course he can handle his baby girl and his six year old (almost six, but Ollie rounds up)

Simon who knew he had it in the bag....

for about two hours

Simon who made bagels for dinner; wassss this close 🤏to making Ollie eat dirt because WHAT DO YOU MEAN you don't like bagels now you were begging for them in the store!

Simon who made it about forty hours before he gave him and called Johnny

Simon who had no idea why Ollie was being so gosh darn annoying

Simon who had previously made a bet with Price that he wouldn't need help so therefore he would rather die than call Price even though Ollie idolizes his 'grandfather'

''s Johnny, missed ya but leave a message at the lil' beep."

"John MacTavish I swear to god if you don' call me back in ten minutes I will personally post thos' pictures of ya in Afgan."

two minutes later-

"ya know that's a real low blow-"

"I need you to take Oliver to th' park- Tessie isn't goin to sleep with him 'roun."

"Call the capn, he's closer to ya."

"I will not do that."

"Ugh, fine- lemme tell my girl then'll be there in twenty."

Simon who told Oliver to behave for his uncle and then happily sent them away- which finally he would be able to put the exhausted newborn to sleep

Simon was finally able to doze off on the sofa, the baby happily snoozing away on his chest and everything seemed perfect with the world

"MISTER RILEY UNCLE JOHNNY IS IS-HES-" The thundering slam of the door being swung open not only woke up Simon but the baby who aptly began to sob to the sudden change of pace, Oliver however did not care "UNCLE JOHNNY SUCKS."

Uncle Johnny told Ollie not to kick the ball into the river

Simon who is flabbergasted because even Johnny looked shook to his core, sure they had been at the park for about five hours but like-???

John MacTavish...brought down .... by Simon's six year old

Simon who, after ten minutes of the baby screaming for their mother and refusing to take their bottle with disgruntled wails of pain and Ollie so tired he can't think straight so he's also a sobbing and angry disaster and Johnny's just standing there by the door waiting for answers and everything is so loud-

"Capn?"

"Oh! Hi, sweetheart," John's wife answered the landline and he could hear her voice call for her husband, "Hi, how are you and lil' ones?"

Simon looked at Ollie who was currently in time out for stealing his sisters binkie for the tenth time, "Not great."

"O-"

"Simon." Price's voice cut in and it took about five seconds to get everything account for, "Ya already called Johnny right?"

"Yessir."

"Did you try Kyle?"

"No sir, he's on his honeymoon."

'"Ah-that's right, that's right."

Silence

"Sir I would like your help."

"Ha! Knew it! Alrighty, missus and I'll be there in...i dunno- you boys hungry? She made that-honey whatcha make?" indistinct conversation, "Ma'am said it didn't matter, she'll bring it anyway. Forty minutes?"

Simon looked at Johnny, who was on 'keep ollie in said time out' picking up the kid whenever he would try and run off. "Can you make it twenty, sir?"

Simon and Johnny who, out of habit, stood at attention as soon at the captain let himself into the house

Simon who looked a bit worse for wear, even with his non existant sleep scheulde in the military he had never looked so fatigued

Simon who had the baby out of his arms by Price's wife within two minutes of them being there

Simon who loves his son, he loves him (internal mantra) but he is making him look bad to his captain so the little twerp better get his act together.

"Riley."

"Yessir."

"How long is your block?"

"Two kilometers around."

"Two laps."

faltering silence through the house, Simon stared at the captain as he helped Ollie tie his sneakers by the door. The silence did mean Tessie had finally fallen asleep but he was- "I'm sorry?"

"Two laps, you, Johnny, and Oliver." Price looked to the kid, who looked more angry at the world than anything else, "Go. Dinner will be ready when you get back."

Simon was about to argue but Ollie beat him to it, "I don't want to run."

"You don't want to run?"

Oliver seemed a bit taken back, "No. So I'm not going to."

"Okay. You can clean the entire house- including your sisters nappy's, for a week, yeah?"

A pause.

"Fine, i'll go on the stupid run."

Simon who might as well be walking with the pace Oliver chose to keep

Johnny who took off sprinting because lord knew that man was starving and Mrs. Price's food was heaven on earth

Simon who sat down on the side of the road when the little guy was out of breath

Simon that mostly ran in silence until Ollie broke it

"Why did mom leave?"

huh?

"What?"

"Mom she-she just...she left us, wh-"

"Whoa-whoa whoa, mum didn't leave-mum didn't leave us wh-whoa, Olls," he had collapsed to his knee when the boy started to speak just to look at him in the eyes and he tried to read the boys expression, "Mum would never leave you, she loves you so much."

"Then where did she go?? Why didn't she say goodbye?"

"She's with her friends, and her flight left 'fore you woke up, Olls. Laddie, she wouldn't leave you."

Simon who had called you, even though there was time difference as everyone was sitting down to eat dinner

"oh...wow the gang's back together," You grumble as you rub your eyes, having been dead asleep, only for the camera angle to change suddenly and it was just a close up angle of your son's face, "Hi baby."

"Mom guess what Uncle Johnny did."

"EY, LET'S NOT TELL YER MOM BOUT THAT."

"Hey mom?" The boy was easily distracted and then looked down at the phone again.

"Yeah baby?"

"Never go on away again, dad said so."

You stay silent for a moment, blinking, because in all three years you and Simon had been together Ollie had never referred to him as 'dad' or anything remotely close. "Your...right, yeah-I'm pretty bored here anyway."

Simon, who was fine with you going on little getaways just not anymore how dare you try and leave him alone

"You sure it's okay if I stay a few more days?"

With a short laugh he looks over the living room, where Johnny and Olls were fast asleep watching some cartoon he didn't know the name of while John and His wife had chosen to stay in the guest room for the night. It would hell if you stayed for a few more days.

"Of course, luv, I got the boys an' Tessie needs to learn who they are anyway."

"I guess. Okay, the ride is here. I love you."

"I love you more."

(annnnway that's it <333 any comments you wanna leave or anything like that makes my day!)

[smoll-tangerine]

after the tone: voicemails i want to keep

“hey, there. you’ve reached my voicemail. leave me a message and i’ll call you back as soon as i can!”  

“hi, looks like we missed each other, again! this time difference is crazy, huh? you wouldn’t believe what happened to me today. call me back as soon as you can. i love you.” 

PART I. AFTER THE TONE 

PAIRING. jaehyun x fem!reader GENRES. romance, angst

SYNOPSIS. when leaving messages on jaehyun’s voicemail became the only way for you to communicate with him. 

🎵 PLAYLIST SPECIALLY CURATED BY. @ppangjae​ @sehunniepotwrites​ @jeongvision​ @jaedore​ & @smoll-tangerine ♡

intro: cinnamon girl by lana del rey 

i find peace in the rain by slchld 

oceans & engines by niki 

drawing our moments by taeyeon 

out of love by alessia cara 

evergreen (you didn’t deserve me at all) by omar apollo 

gone away by h.e.r. 

alright by keshi

malibu nights by lany

outro: lovelovelove by baek yerin 

EXPECTED RELEASE. july 2023

“you have (1) new message.”

“to listen, press yes.” “to delete, press no.” “to save the message, press #.”

[ yes ] / [ no ] / [ # ] 

PART II. VOICEMAILS I WANT TO KEEP 

PAIRING. jaehyun x fem!reader GENRES. romance, angst

SYNOPSIS. when listening to your voicemails slowly became the only way for jaehyun to hear your voice. 

🎵 PLAYLIST SPECIALLY CURATED BY. @ppangjae @sehunniepotwrites​ @jeongvision @jaedore & @smoll-tangerine​ ♡

intro: someone like u by lullaboy 

like i want you by giveon

i couldn’t be more in love by the 1975 

try again by jaehyun (feat. d.ear)

wish you the best by lewis capaldi 

come back, be here by taylor swift 

say i’m sorry by afgan 

sunsets with you by cliff & yden 

freudian by daniel caesar 

can you love me tonight? (stripped) by kairo 

outro: don’t let me go by cigarettes after sex 

EXPECTED RELEASE. august 2023

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[jacobb99]

I saw something strange at my local Astro-Mart pt. 4

Sorry for the lack of uploads recently, things have been weird as hell. So I won’t delay too much and just get right into this.

EDIT: Hey, so things got even crazier this was supposed to go up last Friday but my ISP flipped me the bird so now until further notice I’m uploading these from the local McDonalds.

First off apparently the store has some kind of time warpy altery effect? Okay, so my shift is supposed to be only 9 hours long including my two half hour breaks. However, it always feels like its longer, and my phone doesn’t really work right while in the store, and we don’t have a clock inside so I thought it was just that making it seem longer, kinda the reverse of the thing casinos do. But nope it really started bothering me so I did the first thing I could think of, check the security footage since it has a timer on it. And what do you know turns out my feeling was right, while only 9 hours have passed during my shift there is 11 hours of footage from when I come in to when I clock out. I’m slightly tempted to see about contacting my boss and maybe use that to get more paid hours but at this rate I would be surprised if it turned out the owner can’t melt my brain by thinking it. Are there any laws about this? I’m pretty sure Florida doesn’t have any laws that prevent employers from sticking you in a time warp but it feels like there should be.

The Smorgasbeast is back, turns out I was right when I thought I saw it creeping around outside the store, its apparently been eating out of the dumpster. I have also learned it really likes hot dogs, so now I bring some with me incase its hanging around when I take the trash to out back. Also, before I continue I’m still confused by all the comments saying that the Smorgasbeast is a Caudate, still super confused cause when I look that up I just get brain scan images.

I’ve had a few more “supernatural” customers since the last post, mainly a cyclops, What may have been a skinwalker or something, a walking pile of what I think were the cardboard tubes from toilet paper rolls, and someone who I think is probably my favorite customer. But first lets go over the others.

The “cyclops” is kinda simple, this short dude, probably 3 ft. and some change, and buff as hell. If you told me this guy could pic up a car I would believe you. Anyway he walks gets himself a cup of coffee, and a bottle of oil (the kind for a car). And that was kinda that, he didn’t really say anything.

The skincrawler guy on the other hand was an, interesting one, so its about 11 pm on Wednesday and this dude with a deerskull on his head, complete with antlers, wearing nothing but furs and carrying a spear. He walks down the isles as I try not to make eye contact and comes back to the counter with a tin of spam, a bag of pork rinds, a hershy bar, and a Frostie Root Bear. He hands me a $50, then he says something in a language I don’t recognize, picks up his goods and leaves. It kinda sounded like he said aeiou afgan kid?

Alright, now he have to get the downright most bizarre thing I have seen since taking this job, the TP guy. Alright so its like 3 am, I’m chilling out listening to Moon Base Alpha songs cause I was bored as hell and hoping my shift would just end, when the door opens and in walks in this guy made of cardboard toilet paper tubes with a roll of TP for a head. Like this guy looked like a stick figure. So at this point I’ve paused my music cause, well there is a customer, and cause I kinda like to all my senses when the spooky stuffs happening. Anyway so it goes skipping down the isles like a shitty extra for the sound of music or something, and kept doing so for probably about 25 minutes, I was about to ask if I could help or something like I’m supposed to when it sticks its arms straight out to its sides (think like a T-pose) and it freaking sprints down the chip isle knocking. EVERY. SINGLE. BAG. Off the shelves, all of them. It then runs like its going to go out the door, but instead just runs into the door, exploding and sending cardboard tubes everywhere. Needless to say, after I regained my composer I spent the rest of my shift cleaning up the mess it left behind. If anyone has any ideas what that thing was some info would be appreciated, I’m partly wanting it cause I’m just confused, and partly because I’d like it to never return.

Alright, now onto Cloyed. My new favorite customer. Okay, so normally I’m fine with not being talked to by the customers, mostly cause on a given night most of them are just the creepy locals, and that one guy from the local church who comes in exclusively to preach at me how incest isn’t a sin and is the only way into heaven. So yeah, I’m usually pretty glad my more paranormal visitors aren’t talkative. Then I met Cloiyed. Now I want you to imagine this, its like midnight, you’re listening to Peper Steak while cleaning up a bottle of vegetable oil that decided to explode to make your night more interesting. You go sit down at the counter when a skeleton walks in. I’m not talking like a really skinny person, I mean what looks like one of those skeletons you’d have seen in your biology class on a stand, wearing a Hawaiian shirt, khaki shorts, the classic socks and sandals combo, and wearing a pair of those stupid sunglasses, the ones where the lenses are made to look like a pineapple that you’ll find some of the tourist trap places down here selling, also the glasses still have the tag from wherever he bought them from still on it. Anyway so this guy walks up, leans on the counter and says

“Howdy Ho there pal, The name's Cloyed, and I'm just clawing my way through life. Say, mind if I shell out some dough for a pack of those smokes? I'm just dying for a puff."

Now as weird as hell this was I honestly having a hard time keeping from laughing, not quite sure why but I was just kinda over taken with a sense of. Humor? Laughter? Not sure, anyway I managed to keep my composure and ask what brand he wanted.

"Ah, the brand question. I don't want to sound like a broken record, but I'm looking for something that won't make me feel like I've been buried six feet under. Any recommendations that won't leave a bad aftertaste or a skeleton in my closet?"

So, I ask him if he would like some Winston brand ones, (we are supposed to recommend Winston for some reason even though I’ve never met anyone who smokes that brand)

 "Well, I don't mean to sound like a pinchy penny, but I've had a few bad experiences with those before. Let's just say they left a bit of a crabby taste in my mouth. But, hey, I'm not here to point fingers or wave claws. If that's all you got, I guess I'll just have to grin and bear it, or in my case, grin and shell it.”

I then let him know we also have Newports, and to be honest I was starting to wonder if he was blind cause you know there’s a huge cigarette display right behind me.

"Absolutely! You've been such a great help, I'll definitely take a pack. Mind if I pay with cash? I know it's not the most modern way to pay, but I'm just an old-fashioned fellow. I promise it's not counterfeit, I wouldn't want to get caught in a shell game, you know?"

I let him know that he can and he pays me with a Hamilton and waves at me telling me to stay safe as he leaves.

Needless to say that is one of the more pleasant encounters I have had recently.

So uh a few things before I disappear again, first I again want to thank everyone for the comments and likes.

I’ve been thinking about calling the Smorgasbeast “Smorgy” for short, both cause Smorgasbeast is a pain to spell and cause that’s kinda what I’ve been referring to it internally for a bit now, cause Smorgasbeast was just the name I slapped on the thing. Not sure, let me know what you think about that.

I made a shitposty kinda image to show you what the TP guy looked like. I’ll post it on my tumbler and my subreddit r/AstroMartStories

Saw the Tall man again this week, still creepy as all get out.

To u/Katters8811 I’m thinking your theory about Antonio and this job is correct.

To answer some other questions I am 24 years old. Not sure why that is such a popular question.

I do not smoke, never have and don’t as of now plan on picking up the habit.

I’m sleeping a little better now.

[lyodragossipgirl]

Lyodra And Fanboy

Percaya atau not believe, Lyodra punya Fanboy segudang-gudang. Mulai dari level terbawah yaitu manusia biasa sampai ke level tertinggi dari kalangan terkenal. Mari kita kupas dua per dua.

First of all, fanboy dari kalangan jelata ya. Jadi kalau Lyodra lagi tampil di TV, banyak banget fanboy nya yang nungguin. Sekedar nyapa atau foto bareng. As we know, Lyodra kan humble banget. Jadi pasti dia nyempetin waktu untuk foto bareng.

Selanjutnya, fanboy Lyodra menyebar di seluruh media sosial. Entah pada kenal satu sama lain, who knows. Karena even gue sebagai fangirl, berperan sebagai noname di tiap sosial media. No time untuk gabung komunitas. Maklumin ye.

Gue mulai dari sosmed kesayangan gue, Twitter. Gue suka Twitter karena bisa ngebacot. Seru aja gitu ngetik ini itu. Sorry, oot.

Jadi fanboy twitter itu suka banget ngirim menfess ke base. Entah tentang prestasi, hal yang lagi hits hingga yang receh-receh. Even gue yang anak Twitter gak tahu gimana caranya ngirim menfess. Keren sih effort nya.

Fanboy Instagram cukup beragam sih. Banyak juga yang adminnya cewek-cewek. Tapi yang dibawah ini cowok2 semua adminnya.

Fanboy Tiktok lebih gila lagi sih menurut aing. Dan tiap upload video, keren-keren juga editannya. Kayak mereka tuh effort banget buat nge branding Lyodra via Tiktok.

Tiga akun ini yang punya cowok semua. Kayaknya sih masih ada, cuma gak yakin kalau mereka cowok atau cewek.

Hmm, cukup sampai disitu fanboy dari kalangan jelata.

Sekarang kita masuk ke Fanboy dari kalangan Famous. Ini yang tertangkap radar gue ya. Yang belum ternotice, mungkin next time. Ih, kayak  penting banget ya. Wkwkwk

Angga Yunanda

Tuh kan lupa nge screenshot. Pokoknya Angga tuh keliatan ngefans sama Lyodra. Sejak follow2an, Angga sering ngelike foto Laylay. Tapi intinya bukan itu. Lagu Gemintang Hatiku milik Lyodra masuk di playlist-nya Angga. I know this dari fansnya Angga yang juga fansnya Lyodra.

David Dimana-mana

Di salah satu video kontennya, David lagi nge-review Iphone terbaru. Dan dibagian akhir, David bilang “Iphone ini harusnya gak usah di review lagi. Kayak Lyodra, semua juga tahu kalau dia berkualitas dan suaranya bagus.”

I think, David sering denger Lyodra perform. Tapi emang performnya mantul semua sih ya. hihihi

Afgan Syahrezaarab

Tahun lalu Afgan bilang kalau pengen punya project duet sama Lyodra. Dan gak lama setelah itu, mereka perform di event yang sama. I can see that Afgan is one of Lyodra’s fanboy.

DK

Idol korea yang satu ini emang rada2. Rada2 dalam arti positif ya. Jadi Lyodra perform di TINBS (acaranya erceteih). Ketemulah sama DK dan Jay yang jadi juri internasional disana. Abis perform, DK bilang kalau dia suka suara Lyly dan bakal jadi fansnya. (disinilah para shipper mulai muncul).

Lalu mereka komen2an di IG. Lyodra ngetag DK dan Jay, dan DK komen. (shipper makin memanas). Pengen cerita panjang x lebar, tapi mending ditempat trpisah ya.

Seo In Guk

Kalau soal ini, bisa dilihat di yt Lyodra Official. Jadi waktu perform di AAA, Nagoya Jepang, Lyodra kayak dipanggil gitu ke ruangannya Seo In Guk. SIG ngasih pujian ala-ala, dan malah ngajak collab. Sempet tuh manajer ngasih kontak masing-masing. Sampai sekarang masih ngarep mereka beneran collab. Itu juga kalau ABI merestui.

[chakytron]

Afgan - say i'm sorry (Official MV)

Afgan – say i'm sorry (Official MV)

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[alaina-in-wond3rland-blog]

Afgan Rilis Single Anyar MIA, Kolaborasi Bareng Jackson Wang

Afgan Rilis Single Anyar MIA, Kolaborasi Bareng Jackson Wang

123berita.com – Setelah meluncurkan Say I’m Sorry pada Februari 2021 lalu, Afgan kembali merilis single anyar berjudul M.I.A. Single ini merupakan terobosan global keduanya bersama EMPIRE, label ikonis Amerika Serikat menaungi Iggy Azalea, Snoop Dogg, Adam Lambert, Tyga, Robin Thicke, hingga Busta Rhymes yang juga bekerja sama dengan Trinity Optima Production. Tak sendiri, Afgan juga…

[ginjointsintheworld]

Tbh, I think the writers have handled not this donation situation well. This is what happens when you create a contrived conflict for the sake of drama. You rarely have a concrete plan to let things develop organically.

There's a meltdown in the fandom, expect lots of ranting from me and others. L

They've squeezed in so much between 4x09 and now because they took too long bringing it out into the open. Now they hurt two characters which is unfair.

Leyla is basically throwing her life away unless someone "talks some sense into her" Residency spots are not so easy to come by and she's giving up two spots already. I'm quite pissed, not at Leyla but at the Dean for his bias from the beginning and to see no mention of it in all this makes me angrier.

Leyla has an inferiority complex and I'm sure not getting the slot in NA has only contributed more to it. She's needs therapy and I don't trust this show to really dive into it.

PS: I'm going to be doing lots of ranting today. I'm sorry in advance, because I'll probably spam your inbox. 😬😉

It's truly going to take some unexpected twists and turns for Leyla to come back to NA. Giving up her residency spot is a big deal. Ngl, I think she's probably going to do her residency in another hospital because I don't know how they are going to bring her back.

I'm gonna brace up for a LDR and an extended Leyla disappearance.

I don't like how this story is painting Lauren as the villain who messed up a woman's life for her selfish gains to the casual viewers. People are quick to demonize her and it seems the writers are playing into their hands, it's just not fair.

She's suffered enough, you 'sadistic' writers.

Rant ended.

oh this plotline is definitely contrived through and through and if i had any say in the matter, i would've kicked the writers' asses before a single brain cell of theirs could ever wander into this idea. but alas, here we are, stuck with it.

unfortunately this hammer drop reveal was never going to happen any sooner than the midseason finale and you're right, it does leave us with limited room in terms of the back half to get into things, especially with leyla disappearing for chunks of episodes. but another thing to consider is... maybe this drags into s5? and 4b ends with them in a hopeful place rather than totally mended and we'll build back into that for 5a. so i guess in these scenarios it's almost a pick your poison, trust the writers to effectively, acceptably, get things resolved in 10 episodes (remaining) or have patience and give them more leeway to work with.

i'm tentatively hopeful that the writers are exactly aware of how they've written leyla with her own set of flaws instead of a character just being wronged. which, let's be clear, she was. but roxana saying that she and the other residents who are friends with leyla, are worried she's throwing her future away, floyd making it clear in his story about nottingham that he came to realize nottingham, one of the best cardio surgeons NA has, was rightfully talented despite getting a spot via donations, the fundamentally untrue things leyla said about the food and clothes in their last conversation, are signs of acknowledging that leyla's reaction is... well kind of an extreme one. i think it was significant that roxana's reaction to leyla quitting was essentially 'woah girl pump the breaks.' now how deep the writers get into this, if at all, still remains to be seen. and for sure, i ABSOLUTELY, like would bang down their doors and debate them, would like for them to more frankly acknowledge that leyla was unfairly discriminated against by a nationalistic system and mindset at NA. a mindset, btw, that max should have, would've been horrified to learn about. hell, i think it's very ironic that in this week's episode, helen was gushing about a candidate for her deputy medical director position who practiced at the afgan border when meanwhile across the ocean, leyla, a fully trained doctor who practiced in refugee camps, gets her application dismissed for a RESIDENCY spot. like. okay. but i don't think it's been as definitively, 'DONATION BAD, LAUREN BAD, LEYLA RIGHT' as it sometimes feels.

and that's another thing i wonder about, the writers intent vs the casual viewer's perception. because do the casual viewers think what lauren did is that evil or that she's a villain? it's certainly not the pulse of the entire viewership but i did scroll through the NA official IG account that asked captioned the post asking whether what lauren did was wrong and tbh i thought the responses, filtering out the obvious leyren fans, were pretty fair, leaning sympathetic. which is that lauren had good intentions and shouldn't have kept it from leyla. now opposing shippers who for some reason have beef, lol, are certainly more vocal in their.... perspectives. but are they really the baseline? if i'm honest, in my (very biased) opinion, i don't think the writers are trying to paint lauren in an unsympathetic light. they've certainly had her called out for what she did but with casey's reaction, i think you had almost a counterbalance with floyd's experience with nottingham. because they could have just a easily made it a random resident floyd encountered during his years in cardio and never found them redeemable. after all, he is the upstanding, moral character.

we know for certain that leyla plans to seek residency elsewhere, how that plays out, how far it plays out before she gets thrown back into the wild world of new amsterdam hospital, remains to be seen. but she will, in some way, brought back into the fold. if the writers do go the LDR for lauren and leyla, i have to think it's with some kind plan to reincorporate leyla eventually into NA. otherwise the writers are limiting themselves on an important part of lauren's story. but again, we'll see. i try not to speculate too much into the future because it'll drive me bonkers LOL. there are like 8 of those little bastards in a room writing, who knows what'll shake out.

and my friend, my inbox is always open for your rants! i may agree, disagree and every range in between but i hope you know it's always out of love and the spirit of fun discussion.

[skippyv20]

Private (or not) - up to you!

Hi Skippy, totally agree that MM is a bit player in a much larger game and suspect that VG is as well. Both have been used to target their victims (PA & PH) and have effectively removed them from representing the RF. I do not believe the ‘spare’ is used simply to set up a few charities and gain the reputation of  'party boys’; both PA & PH have seen active service and both remain as Aide de Camp to HRH despite lack of public office (the press have never commented on that) and one wonders what that actually involves - perhaps far more than we are privy to.

It is apparent that the door is now open for attacks on other members of the RFand also the Commonwealth: Trudeau has already been under fire regarding the WE charity and targeted by the so called Russian pranksters, now Australia is under attack from China regarding unlawful killing of Afgan civilians. It is not long ago that British soldiers were charged with mistreatment of Afghan insurgents.

I would not wish to speculate who the 'backers’ are, but would suggest that they are very powerful and ruthless. Netflix, HBO etc. are only themselves bit players - paid to do a job. Attacks seem to come from all directions and in many different forms but are noticeably increasing. Like everyone here, it amuses me to read what MM’s latest PR piece is and I agree that she cannot continue for much longer, but I do worry what the long term effect of all this will be on the Monarchy and the Commonwealth.

Sorry if this is a bit serious Skippy but just wanted to share my concerns with someone who might understand where I am coming from. Feel free to post or not, or edit and post bits if you wish. 

By the way, there is a campaign in the UK amongst the defence community to buy Australian wine at Christmas to show solidarity and support.

I will post this.  You raise great points.  I know, it’s very concerning.  I think many are now starting to suspect things are not adding up.  The vicious attacks are rising questions.  Seems to be the monarchy, UK, Aus, and Canada are targets....the Monarchy and the a Commonwealth will survive....I have no doubt about that....thank you for such a great post....😊❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[oilgroove]

That is a very upbeat statement

On 20 January 2004, George Bush Jr. the President of the United States gave his last (?) State of the Union Address. In this article, I will point out 25 fallacies of the speech on the war on terror. Fallacy 1. "By bringing hope to the oppressed and delivering justice to the violent, [the American servicemen and women] are making America more secure." Apologists of the war on terror are quick to point out that there have not been any major attacks on the U.S. since September 11, 2001. But what of the numerous terror alerts? And how did the deadly toxin ricin recently find its way into the US Senate for the second time! Or did & PTFE Bushes Manufacturers 8216;Senator' Ricin, the ‘terrorist,' win a re-election into the upper house? Does that not show that the terrorists still present a clear and present danger? Clearly an early warning signal! Fallacy 2. "Each day, law enforcement personnel and intelligence officers are tracking terrorist threats; analysts are examining airline passenger lists; the men and women of our new Homeland Security Department are patrolling our coasts and borders. And their vigilance is protecting America." Americans and indeed the world should not live under the false hope of being protected by the intelligence officers. Because the terrorists themselves are becoming more creative. Who has ever heard of shoe bombers before? The U.S. House Democratic Leader Nancy Pelosi exposed this illusion in her speech: "One hundred percent of containers coming into our ports or airports must be inspected. Today, only 3 percent are inspected. One hundred percent of chemical and nuclear plants in the United States must have high levels of security. Today, the Bush Administration has tolerated a much lower standard. One hundred percent of the enriched uranium and other material for weapons of mass destruction must be secured. Today, the Administration has refused to commit the resources necessary to prevent it from falling into the hands of terrorists." In this case, is America protected? If the answer is no, what about other countries with less security measures and porous borders? Fallacy 3. "We have not come all this way, through tragedy, and trials, and war, only to falter and leave our work unfinished." The war on terror is an unfinished business. In fact, the battle has only begun. Commenting on this, the New York Times Magazine said that the war on terror "is the beginning of an epic battle." And to support this, La Repubblica newspaper said: "Today we get the feeling that we are living in the middle of a tornado, an unparalleled catastrophe." Those are not the right words to describe the end of a story. Fallacy 4. "And by our will and courage, this danger must be defeated." That is a very upbeat statement. On 24 July 2003, US Vice-President Dick Cheney also sounded oracular when he said: "One by one, in every corner of the world, we will hunt the terrorists down and destroy them." Al-Qaeda has now mutated into multifaceted anonymous groups. And this new phase is more dangerous than the former centralized visible organization. Take a warning: Do not go to some radical Muslim country to search for terrorists. Because that your prodigal son, or your estranged husband, or in fact, that distant relative of yours may be a terrorist. A roll call in the prison at Guantanamo Bay reveals that even some Americans and Britons—citizens of two nations in the forefront of the war on terror—have been "Talibanized." Besides, these groups are becoming more desperate. They have succeeded in their use of surface-to-air missiles (SAMS)—tumbling down military aircrafts at will in Iraq. And make no mistake about it: these cave dwellers may crack a dirty nuke somewhere someday, or unleash a deadly plague. In that case, how would the world respond? Detonate a nuclear bomb? So you can see that "we are perilously near a new international anarchy" according to the Washington Post. The war on terror, therefore, is not winnable. Fallacy 5. "And one of these essential tools is the Patriot Act, which allows Federal law enforcement to better share information, to track terrorists, to disrupt their cells, and to seize their assets." Terrorism can not be wiped out by legislation. After all, these are man-made laws and man himself is imperfect. There must be loopholes, and the terrorists exploit the weakness of the system. Now, what if they stop living in cells? Or what if they stop keeping their money in banks? Then they would be as elusive as the shadows. Fallacy 6. "We are tracking al-Qaida around the world and nearly two-thirds of their known leaders have now been captured or killed. Thousands of very skilled and determined military personnel are on the manhunt, going after the remaining killers who hide in cities and caves—and, # one by one, we will bring the terrorists to justice." It is true that most of the key terrorist suspects—including Saddam Hussein—have either been arrested or eliminated. But according to Time Magazine, "Lopping off the beast's head may not kill the body." If Saddam or Osama bin laden are hanged today, more Saddams and Osamas will rise tomorrow. Terrorists want attention. And that is why various groups are eager to claim credit for any attack—even though they are not responsible. In like manner there may be a lord of the flies waiting for Saddam and Osama to pass on before taking center stage and bringing his pursuers to ‘justice.' Fallacy 7. "The United States and our allies are determined. We refuse to live in the shadows of this ultimate danger." Right? Wrong! We must continue to live in the shadows of the terrorists. This is because terrorism is as old as the history of man on this planet—6,000 years. We have never left its shadows. Rather, terrorism continues to increase with the passing of the day. It is no wonder that Time Magazine remarks: "Determining whether the West is gaining in the fight against terrorism requires interpreting shadowy, shapeless data. Yet this much can be safely said: international terrorism existed long before 9/11 and will continue long after that." This is the message of my published book, CHASING SHADOWS!: A Dream. (A book that reveals the terrorists' master plan to finally set the world on fire! ) Terrorism starts from the heart and mind, and this is fueled by the hypocrisy and double standard in this world—two things that are not in a hurry to go away. In this regard, killings and destruction will exacerbate, rather than stop terrorism. When will the world address the issues that cause this evil, instead of chasing shadows? Fallacy 8. "The first to see our determination were the Taliban, who made Afganistan the primary training base of al-Qaida killers. As of this month, that free country has a new constitution, guaranteeing free election and full participation by women." Afganistan is not a free nation. Terrorist attacks and bombings are the order of the day—signifying that the Taliban and al-Qaeda are back. Warlords are also doing their thing. The only ‘free' place in Afganistan is the capital Kabul. Some Afgans even long for the return of the Taliban because of security concerns. Democracy itself is not an insurance against terrorism—some ‘democrats' are known to terrorize their subjects. Ask Zimbabweans. Fallacy 9. "Since we last met in this chamber, combat forces of the United States, Great Britain, Austrialia, Poland and other countries enforced the demands of the United Nations, ended the rule of Saddam Hussein—and the people of Iraq are free." The U.N. did not send any country to invade Iraq and change its regime. It was a unilateral action, a pre-emptive war, which itself is a weapon of mass destruction. Says Nancy Pelosi: "But even the most powerful nation in history must bring other nations to our side to meet common dangers. The President's policies do not reflect that. He has pursued a go-it-alone foreign policy that leaves us isolated abroad and that steals the resources we need for education and health care here at home." The Iraqi government was toppled on the excuse that it possessed dangerous weapons that could sink the world in 45 minutes. (Sorry, Lord Hutton has cleared British Prime Minister Tony Blair, for sexing up the report on Iraq. Let's blame the BBC.) But about a year after the invasion and the collateral damage of Iraq—and after a thorough search of the deserts and tunnels in that country, no such weapons have been found! Again in the words of Nancy Pelosi: "The President led us into the Iraqi war on the basis of unproven assertions without evidence; he embraced a radical doctrine of pre-emptive war unprecedented in our history; and he failed to build a true international coalition." Fallacy 10. "These killers, joined by foreign terrorists, are a serious, continuing danger. Yet we are making progress against them." This was in reference to the American war in Iraq. The President did not mention the over 500 American troops that have been killed and the thousands that are wounded. Nor did he mention the scores of daily attacks against American soldiers, or the crashing planes. Is it progress when servicemen and women are killed or maimed? This reminds me of the saying: winning the war is not winning the peace.

[afghan-blood]

Afgans have a brave past & present. I love them. But you are not like them, it seems like your brain is occupied with what Afgans are fighting against for years.

Sorry if you're hurted

I'm saying this because I wish I could be one of them but I'm not. And you're one of them and you have opportunities to come closer to Him but you're not doing so. I'm not sure though, Allah knows the best, may Allah forgive me.

You can left this ask unanswered. Salaam.

Walekum salam.

Sometimes it’s better to keep things to yourself, like this message of yours.

You don’t know me one bit but you still have the audacity to judge me based on my blog. And to be honest I don���t even understand how you could write these things only by knowing my blog.

I don’t know why you thought it would be right to send this and to doubt my connection to Allah but let me give you an advice. If you want to say something so someone, think about it thoroughly.

I don’t think you had any bad intentions but you don’t know me, you don’t know my relationship to God and to my nationality.

So don’t you dare judging me. I don’t appreciate this message and I don’t think anyone would.

If you follow me, please unfollow.

I wish you all the best for your future and may you always be happy and blessed.

[frekydeki]

Cupid Can’t Fall in Love

Part 1

Summary: (AU) Eternal and true love is a business transaction for you. Soulmates are simply two file folders tied together with a golden bow. But when eight folders come across your desk, your job gets a little bit stickier with each passing day. Being a Cupid isn’t so easy as it sounds...

Pairing: (Jihyun x Reader) 

| Part 1 | Part 2: Upcoming 

It’d be beautiful. The golden grass, the falling sun, the gentle and warm wind, the serene silence… It would all be so beautiful if he wasn’t staring into your eyes so tearfully. You trace your eyes over his blue hair and follow the line of his jaw, then his neck, over his collar bone and to his heart. Your e/c eyes widen to the size of the moon; a glowing arrow burns frantically in his chest. You harshly draw in a breath and smack your hand over your own arrow, hammering in your heart.

         You can’t process the tear trailing down your cheek as you turn your eyes away and up to the scattered clouds in the sky. Why? How did this happen? It’s got to be a mistake…

         It’d all be so beautiful… If only you could fall in love.

         How… Did it come to this?

Working for Aphrodite isn’t the most exciting employment option. When you were first born, you took a little bit more to your father’s side, preferring to kick ass here and there. But after a run-in with a seething Achille’s, – you told Zeus to just kill the guy but he insisted you talk it out – you got your butt kicked so bad that even Ares himself worried over you. Your mom said your warrior days were over that day. Nobody defies the word of Aphrodite, after all, and that’s why you’re holed up in this stupid office. Battle armor feels much more natural than the pencil skirt and blouse you’re wearing, but this is what you have now; platform heels, scrunchies, paper cuts, and the sound of typing like chinese water torture to your ears. Lucky you, though! You’ve put in your two millennia to get a personal office, away from all the typing and scratching on parchment; its maybe one of your greatest achievements in the past two thousand years since Aphrodite and Ares put you on the bench.

         This tiny little office is your hell a little bit away from hell, you like to say. You still have mental break downs and panic attack under your desk, and you’ve forgotten what wood your desk is made out of; but at least you get some damn silence. Except for the obnoxious banging on your door that’s happening right now. Is it eight already? The dread of a thousand punished souls in the underworld escapes from your lips in a groan; you barely even filed the cases you finished yesterday. Nevertheless, you roll in your rock hard chair – Hera was kind enough to make you a small cushion, even if it looks like a grandma’s afgan turned cushion, you and your butt love it – to swing your door open at a dangerous speed.

         The young blonde before you smiles and points towards the soft close door.

         “Isn’t it great Ares installed those personally for you?” Her raspy voice sputters to you quickly. Her scrawny finger then points to the coffee mug in your hand, “Hey, is that coffee.”

         “Yeah, what el-“ Your hand becomes lighter as she snatches it from you and takes a long swig.

         “I haven’t slept in like three days,” She babbles to you as she puts the coffee back into your hand and turns to the cart littered with folders, “Finals are next week and I haven’t studied all semester.” You’ve grown used to the incessant mumbling that Angelia lets loose every morning while handing in your cases… She’s like this every week, even without finals. “Becoming a god sure isn’t easy work!” She loudly laughs before continuing on about offerings and the rules of appearing to humans.

         “You know, Angelia, if you didn’t spend all of your time programming social media sites for humans, you’d be able to get your work done.”

         “How else is a messenger god supposed to stay relevant? Dad already does all the messaging between gods, so there’s no work for a dumb college god like me.”

         “You’re in college… That’s your job right now.” Your lidded eyes meet hers as she blows a loose strand of curly hair from her face and drops two folders onto your lap.

         “Yeah but I’ll disappear if I loose followers.”

         “No. You won’t. You’re a god born of two gods, not a god born of need. There’s a clear difference. We survive whether or not humans worship us individually. Plus there’s other jobs for gods to do other than meddling and fucking around.”

         “Yeah but I wanna be a messenger god!” She whines as she drops four more folders onto your lap. “Only eight new assignments today. Lucky you.”

         “L… Lucky me?” You screech at her. “I already have two hundred and eighty- eight active cases!” She surrenders her hands and pursues her lips at you.

         “I don’t decide who gets what cases.”

         “Yeah but you could also maybe throw in a word to Aphrodite and be like, ‘Yeah, boss, don’t you think MC already has enough assignments right now?’ You know, maybe stick your neck out for a friend once in a while?” Angelia continues to stack cases on your lap, unphased by the explosive temper you let loose every morning, and you keep on crying up to her, “Are you listening to me Angelia? I’m drowning in stress right now! If I were a nymph I would’ve shriveled up and died three hundred years ago.” With your pouting expression and whiney voice, you can be compared to a kid whose mom put her favorite cereal back on the shelf.

         “But you’re not a nymph. Yay! You won’t shrivel up and die.”

         “But if I were a nymph I would have. Doesn’t that concern you? I could die!”

         “Gods don’t die.”

         “Yes we do!” You snap up to her grinning face, “And the leading cause is stress!” The over caffeinated girl isn’t moved by your whining, so you switch to a bargaining strategy quickly.

          “Okay, hear me out,” You begin with a lowered voice, “Maybe if you just slip these onto someone else’s desk, and then pretend that you didn’t notice when Aphrodite asks you “What the hell?” By then that Cupid would have already started the assignment so there’d be no point in bothering me to do it.” Angelia drops the last heavy file folder on your lap and shakes her head. You blink as the weight of your coffee is lifted from your hand again.

         “No can do, my friend.” She begins as she sips loudly from your coffee mug, before her face scrunches, “Too much creamer.” Angelia puts the mug back in your hand, all the while you watch her with eyes the size of the moon; is she serious right now? Of course you know there’s too much creamer in there; you just had a late morning so for all you care she can take her scrutiny and shove it. “Anyways, Aphrodite and Eros both said - very strictly, I might add - that these files are meant for your hands only. Anyways, I’m only part time, here. That all is way above my pay grade.”

         “Angelia,” You suck in a heavy breath through your nose to try and curb your frustrations with the shrugging girl before you say, “You suck.” At that, she laughs heartily. She giggles her good-bye to you over the sound of her clicking heels as she moves to give the next guy his shackles for the day. “Hey!” She turns over her shoulder to acknowledge your head poking out of your office, “You tell Aphrodite that if I get any more cases this week I’m going to go ahead and fall in love, ya hear?”

“Yeah, right. Someone like you, fall in love?” She snorts, “Not even Eros would take that assignment.” You lift your lip, eyebrows pinching together, and shout back to her:

“Go bother someone else… I’m gonna be here all night because of you.” She waves and smiles pleasantly, which you return half-heartedly. The door shuts gently, and you groan back over to your desk.

         Eight files don’t sound like much to the human ear, but these files hold every single aspect of the subject’s life, so it looks like the holy bible. It’s not that you mind the read all that much – it’s like a nice little short story – but it’s the paperwork and scheming that you hate with every fiber of your explosive being. You look to the mirror hanging on your wall after glancing through one of the files – these were all a little bit bigger than the normal case – and decide to put your work order in for their vial’s early; it’s going to take a while to gather their life essence. You grab a drachma and turn it about in your hand as you scribble the eight names onto separate blue ribbons.

         “Ánoixe.” You cough, watching the solid mirrors surface begin rippling like water after a stone is thrown into it. “Eudorus.” The rippling increases before orange begins to reflect in the mirror; it slowly stops to reveal the freckled and smiling face of your good buddy. “How are you this fine morning?”

         “Don’t play coy with me, MC. I know you’re only here to give me more work.” Your lips snap shut before you laugh lightly.

         “I’m sorry. I usually wouldn’t bother you about it until tomorrow but… I just got eight new assignments and they’re really big files. I thought I’d give you a head start on getting their essence for me.”

         “Eight!” He cries at you, his freckled cheeks becoming red and eyes watering. “You’re already drowning in work already!” He purses his lips and puffs his cheeks as he mumbles under his breath, “Mom really has to stop giving you so much work. You’ll keel over soon because of lack of sleep.”

         “Can you do this for me? I’ll buy you dinner tonight?” He smiles at you.

         “I’d do it even if you didn’t offer food, but since you did you can’t take it back now. Give me the ribbons and I’ll give ‘em to you at dinner.” You push your hand through the mirror, flinching as the humid air of his workplace gathers to your hand.

         “How do you even breathe in there Eudorus? It’s so humid.”

         “You get used to it after a little.” He stops as he eyes you, his lips parted and brows slack in what you can only dreadfully identify as one thing; concern. “Are you getting enough sleep, MC?”

         “With all these cases on my desk, I can’t afford sleep.”

         “We might be gods and all, but we need our sleep just like the humans.” You grin as you roll your eyes playfully.

         “You’re starting to sound like Apollo.”

         “If he sees you like this MC he’s going to tear you a new one about taking care of yourself, and you know he’s going to crack down on your eating habits! You’re worse than Hades sometimes…”

         “I know, I know… I’ll just avoid him at all costs.” Your half-brother grins at you before he waves the ribbons held lightly in his smooth hands.

         “I better get to work on theses. And you better to, if you want to cut down on those piles on your desk.”

         “You’re right. Have a good one, Eudorus.”

         “Yeah, you too.” You watch as your red-headed brother disappears, and the mirror hardens again. Staring at your reflection, you realize you really do look like you’re on your deathbed. Your skin is a shade or two lighter from its usual hue, hair messily tossed into a bun, your bags much more prominent, and lips pulled down in a frown much more than usual. You look away quickly, recalling Angelia’s words from earlier…

         “Yeah, right! Someone like you, fall in love?” You stare critically at the stack of finished reports you need to put in their rightful files; you will never have one of these for yourself… It’s strictly off limits for you as a Cupid. If you fall in love, you lose your job. Sometimes it makes you mad, other times sad, and some rare times, you’re glad.

         Filing cases is the easy part of your job; all the hard work’s done, now all that’s left is topping off the paired folders with golden ribbons and filing them into your large bookshelf for review and approval by Eros. Eros, that sleaze. It’s been at least a millennium since you went through the trouble of pairing him with Psyche and he still has the nerve to waltz into your office and flirt with you shamelessly. Plus, he gets to keep his job despite being head over heels for his wife; who cares if he’s a primordial? He should be held to the same standards as everyone else!

         That’s not what matters at the moment though, you guess. Getting these cases off of your desk is the priority! You managed to close thirty cases last night, so you just need to focus on getting them all patched up nicely. You glance to the new files on your desk; once this is done you can stick your nose into the new assignments. 

         “Is this a joke, mom?” Saying you sounded as loud as Zeus when he and Hades butted heads would almost do a disservice to your anger. You are livid, fuming, downright insane with rage. Her beautiful violet eyes snap up to your own as she gracefully pushes her blonde hair from her face and folds her hands in front of her.

         “Is what a joke, MC?” Most of the time, her voice would’ve calmed you down to the point of rational thought, but not today. You’re ready to body slam her into Tartarus. You wave the files frantically in front of you and drop them onto her desk, eyes on fire and steam running out of your ears. You’re an Ares level threat right now.

         “What the hell are these assignments?” You screech. Opening the top folder you drop the picture of the blonde on her neat, tidy desk. “Yoosung Kim, 21, college student. He’s fucked up right now, mom. He recently lost his cousin, who, might I add, is also one of these files. How the fuck am I supposed to make a dead woman fall in love? And how the hell am I supposed to make someone like Yoosung fall in love while he is like this?” She opens her mouth to respond but you slap another picture in front of her. “Jumin Han, 26, an executive who doesn’t know the half of relationships and trusting another person. I can’t work with this yet! And don’t you even get me started on Saeran and Saeyong, have you even looked through these files? And Jihyun? What the fuck is going on with this guy?” You feel a large hand plop down on your shoulder. A growl nearly comes from you as you look up to your father, his yellow eyes telling you to try and calm down. “Well when the hell did you get here?”

         “I was here the whole time MC. You just marched in, ready for the kill.”

         “Well if she wouldn’t hand me such bullshit cases on top of all my other cases I wouldn’t feel like murdering everyone on this damn mountain!” Ares chuckles as he shakes his head in amusement.

         “You sure are my daughter, but you’re almost worse than me. What have I always told you, little soldier?” Your mouth draws into a thin line, before you mumble your response so lowly that no one could understand you. “No matter how hard it gets, it is your duty, and so you shall finish it.”

         “It could also be Eros’ duty. Or Agata! She only has like, ten assignments right now.”

         “Yes, my dear. But Agata is also very new to working as a Cupid.”

         “She’s been in the department for two hundred years!”

         “These cases require experience and power greater than that of a two hundred-year-old nymph.” You draw your lips into a thin line and eye your mother critically. What the hell does she expect you to do with this? You’re originally a war goddess. You were meant to fight, not shoot people with metaphorical arrows and make sure they fall head over heels with each other!

         “This is the life you have now, MC.” Ares begins, for like, the millionth time this month. You grind your teeth and step away from him. You know that you have to content yourself with working in a quiet office, watching others fall in love, constantly typing on a computer, wearing these stupid pencil skirts and bows…

         “But I hate wearing these damn heels!” Is all you can screech, childishly. Aphrodite giggles as she stands and walks to you.

         “But they make you look so beautiful.” You send a harsh glare up to her; of course, she doesn’t even flinch cause your glares are as harmless to her as a feather is to a rock. “I trust you to handle these assignments better than anyone working here… Even myself. I wouldn’t have given them to you otherwise.”

         “How do you suggest I start these, then?”

         “Drink their essence and see what they need.”

         “I’m not a damned therapist.”

         “Hear, hear!” Ares uselessly calls as he resumes his seat on the couch. He shrinks a little when Aphrodite sends him a harsh, menacing glare; if there’s one thing all the gods have learned, it’s that Aphrodite – and possibly Persephone – are the scariest when they get mad.

         “Yes, but you will know where to go. I can assure you.” You puff out your cheeks and cross your arms.

         “Fine, but you owe me three weeks of vacation since I can’t go next week anymore!” You hiss as you take the files she’d gathered in her hands before you even simmered down – it’s like she knew she’d win you over – and stomp to the door. “I had tickets to the premier of the new marvel movie! Do you know how expensive those are?” You cry, ready to slam the door shut, but giving your mom one more, half-hearted stare.

         “You’re a goddess, sweetheart. You have an endless supply of money.”

         “That doesn’t mean I want to waste it!” And you move to slam the door shut, but it slows just at the end. You swear your eyeballs set on fire as you realize that your father installed yet another soft close door because of you.

         What’s your plan? Dive in head-first and get blind-sided at every corner like Zeus? No way, just thinking about that has you ready to start another war. You need a plan, a good plan, and as much information as you can get. Meaning you’re going to have to work with their guardians. Pompous, inconsiderate, above the law shit heads is what guardians are. In your millenniums, you’ve avoided most, if not all, contact with them. You don’t work well with big heads; they always mess things up because they’re always right, narrow-sighted, and rash. Add to that the state that these wards are in, you can’t imagine these guardians will be the best help… But you’ve got to take whatever you can get.

         And that’s why you’re sitting at a large table of seven guardians, enjoying a measly meal of chicken tenders and fries; ambrosia is too damn expensive these days. But you suppose that as the times have changed, your offerings and followers have fallen to a measly, absolute zero. No worshippers? No ambrosia. It’s a good way to stir up some envy here on Olympus.

         “So, what do you need, Cupid?”

         “I need to know about your wards.” You sigh as you plant a folder in front of each guardian. You point to the empty chair and raise your brow, “Where’s Mina’s guardian?”

         “Uh, she’s out on sick leave.”

         “I thought you guys were invincible?”

         “Well, after all the times she’s worked, I’m sure she needs a break for a little.” Aeneas snaps at you. You roll your eyes; guardians were specifically designed to do everything but need a break. You’d have to check in with Zeus later to see what the hell is going on with her.

         “Okay, whatever.” Continuing, you decide to get straight to the point, “Tell me everything you know about your wards. Why are they in the state they’re in?”

         “Some wards are harder to guide than others.” Jac gently speaks. You look to the soft-featured man, nodding your head. You know that… You’ve always treasured Jac as a guardian, he’s one of the few to look at you on equal grounds.

         “I know. I’m sorry if it felt like I jabbed at you. Could you all maybe explain to me what you’ve learned does or doesn’t work with these wards?”

         “Of course… We’ll do as much as we can to help…”

[cinemagraphicmemory]

I'm in Nebraska. So you're going to get a lot of random color posts.

Anyway. The first picture is Tippy,my boyfriend's cat. Yes, she's pretty. But what stands out to me is the afgan underneath. It doesn't have my favorite colors in it, but I associate it with comfort. When we watch a movie, we share this blanket. While I'm writing this post, I'm using it. His grandma made it which melts my heart, but more so destroying me is the fact that when I use it, it feels like home.

The second image is some exposed bricks across from my boyfriend's brothers business, in an alleyway. The wall is a stark white , and the sky was very blue on Saturday when I found it. The brick stood out tremendously when juxtaposed to the sea is white and blue. I just loved the look

Yesterday, I met his parents. That was a big day. This photo was taken in their family's corn field that will soon be prepared for planting. True is their dog, and quickly became my friend. So he and I explored this place, with me very aware that I would probably be building my knowledge on farming, yellow corn and blue skies for my future.

The last two images are my works in progress for the studio project. Tina told me that if I didn't do my studio project in photography or video that I would not get a good grade.

However, my artist, Rebecca Campbell always did what people told her not to do and was rather successful in her endeavors. So I decided to follow suit. Sorry Tina!

While this isn't my prime medium, I've fallen in love with gouache, drawing, and I've even ordered an artist set of water color paints! I found a new happy place for me, at the table with some tea, my boyfriend coloring beside me while I paint views that mean the world to me. The first is a Nebraskan landscape and the second is my view at Jessup with a little bit of an interesting pop. Currently working on one more piece (maybe 2??) For the series.

Thank you for making me think outside the box.

[blue-ancolia]

Can you do a saluki? It is a beautiful persian sighthound which I'm lucky to have. It's very sad that they are not in the game. You can actually make saluki as an afgan hound or something, but I'm begging you - do it, please!

Hello,No I’m sorry, I’m not taking any requests anymore, I have already too many breeds I’m supposed to make 😩

[spidermanswifi]

Can you do some kind of comfort blurb where literally any of the avengers is comforting you? (sorry just having a rough night)

don’t be sorry petal!!! i hope your night gets better soon, & i love you so much

It had been a very bad day from the moment you woke up. Your alarm clock didn’t go off, so you were an hour late for work, and when you did arrive at work, you realized that you left your wallet at home, which meant that you couldn’t buy yourself lunch. You didn’t have time to eat breakfast, so now you weren’t going to be able to eat anything until your shift ended. Then, halfway into your shift at the coffee shop, you saw your ex with their new person and had to go in the back and do dishes for a while so you could get a handle on your emotions. It had seemed like forever, but soon your shift ended and you could finally go home and eat something. 

But, as you were walking out to your car, you realized two things. One, that no one had been grocery shopping in a while and the only thing in the fridge was a huge mason jar full of Asgardian liquor, and a jar of mayo. Normally you would just go to the store, but your wallet was at home. The second thing you realized, was that someone rear-ended your car, and hadn’t left a note. So now you were going to have to pay to get it fixed, and that meant less money to pay off your student loan. You were absolutely done with today, and it was only 3:00 pm. 

When you arrived home, the tower was empty. You didn’t think they had a mission scheduled today, which meant that the team had been on-call in case something were to happen. And it obviously did. 

As you were digging through the kitchen cupboards to try to find something to eat, you received a phone call. “Hey y/n, it’s Tony. I just wanted to let you know that we are probably going to be gone for a couple of days. However, Barnes stayed back, so if you need anything go find him.” 

You were a little disappointed, as tomorrow night was supposed to be movie night at the tower. With a grumbling stomach, you plopped down on the couch, pulling the old afgan throw over you. Today was actually horrible, now that you were thinking about it. And because you had not been able to all day, tears started dribbling down your face. You didn’t notice Bucky, who had just padded into the room.

“y/n, what happened?” Bucky asked, noticing your tears. 

Startled, you tried to wipe them away, but he came over and knelt down in front of you. His eyes searched your body for any sign of injury, and visibly relaxed when he found nothing. 

“I just-I had a really bad day today.” You mumbled, sniffling. Bucky frowned, and slid his phone out of his pocket. He punched a few numbers, and before you knew it, had ordered your favorite food to be delivered. He then started going through the large stack of movies next to the TV and picked one out. It was your favorite movie. 

Bucky put in the movie, turned off the lights, and crawled onto the couch next to you. Putting his arm around you so you could snuggle into his side, he smiled at you. “Better?” 

“Thank you.”

“I know you’ve had an awful day, but tonight we should just relax. Plus,” his voice dropped into a whisper, “Sam left his ice cream in the freezer, so we can really pig out!” 

[123berita]

Afgan Rilis Single Say I'm Sorry, Debut Go International

Afgan Rilis Single Say I’m Sorry, Debut Go International

123berita.com – Penyanyi Afgansyah Reza kembali melahirkan karya setelah absen selama dua tahun. Single teranyar berjudul ‘Say I’m Sorry,’ terobosan global pertama Afgan sekaligus debutnya dengan Empire, label ikonis Amerika Serikat menaungi Iggy Azalea, Snoop Dogg, Adam Lambert, Tyga, Robin Thicke, hingga Busta Rhymes. Mengusung slow-burning R&B dengan sentuhan modern didominasi synthesizer,…

[adesautophile]

Ketika aku tidak tahu dan tak mengerti, haruskah aku membenci atau merindukannya ? Ragaku yang nampak sudah tidak kokoh seperti dulu, dan keadaan memaksaku kuat sekuat baja

Aku tapi bukan aku.

Anak tapi tak seperti anak.

Aku malu, aku menyesal.. rasa yang sama tingkatnya dengan aku juga membencinya. Bagaimana menyelesaikannya ?

Pasir ini men-ilustrasi-kan perasaanku ketika sangat marah namun aku sangat merindukan juga

I miss u dad, but i hate u :'(

I'm so sorry :'(

memang tekanan batinku yang membuat semuanya teringat dan terulang kembali. 🥀