#i have diesel and a petrol cats

[asmuchasidliketo]

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kitty car 🐱

[balrogballs]

in the illustrious history of balrogballs making a joke on Tumblr and then writing a whole ass fic around it, from breakfast blowjob productions, comes a new instalment:

balrogballs joking about a Bollywood Silmarillion adaptation where the Fëanorians are South Asian coded and Elrond, due to his kidnap fam upbringing, has the FUNNIEST colonial hangover known to mankind…

… and then a month later working on a period-AU oneshot set 20 years after the fall of the British Raj, where Surrey-based Elrond returns to India for the first time since he and Elros - the lost children of two British colonial officers - had been taken away from the notorious freedom fighters who found them and raised them.

enjoy an excerpt!

When he and Elros were eight years old, Maglor Fëanorian had told him about the walls of the West. Well, he didn't tell him but Elros had read it in a diary Maedhros kept during his days as a student in London, because Elros was the kind of child who shamelessly used other people’s diaries as storybooks.

So that was where Elrond Peredhel read about the walls of the West. How the bitter water from their seas runs through all the rivers on earth, how high they can rise to keep out outsiders, how they flow from the heart of London and twirl out across the world like barbed wire, propelled by the sea. The walls of Maglor’s house in Kozhikode, Elrond used to think, must have been too high on the cliffside for the sea to reach. As pockmarked as they were, they had always welcomed him and Elros with open arms and a kiss.

On most weeks, when Maedhros got home from another Congress meeting or some revolutionary circle or the other (it goes without saying that none of Maedhros’ comrades knew that he and his brother had taken in not only two grey-eyed British children, but the grey-eyed British children of the sisterfucking chutiya Viceroy’s sisterfucking chutiya secretary), he would always bring them a bag of hot, roasted peanuts.

A bag each! A bag each, because Maedhros just knew things like that, just knew that twins treasured every little thing they didn’t have to share. Even nothing-things like bags of peanuts. On those nights, when Maedhros put down a cushion and sat against the wall, spine to stone, Elrond would lean into his carefully-guarded, coiled-tight body and fall asleep to songs about the walls of the west. They had been very young. They had been young enough to call Maedhros ‘Baba’ and Maglor ‘Abbajaan’, and persist until it meant something.

The house was near the sea. The house that once would have been breathed in, had the sea yawned: these days, it is enveloped by the petrol-diesel-tar of the apathetic Sand Banks Road. Elrond can, had he wanted to, walk to six phone shops, even though he only has one phone. He tries to be content with the knowledge that Kunjiraman Vakeel Palam still exists: that he has to cross it every day to get to his house. The house by the sea. The one in which he and Elros and Maedhros and Maglor had lived and loved with no expectation of being loved back. Two violent freedom-fighters, and the left-behind spawn of the sisterfucking chutiya Viceroy’s sisterfucking chutiya secretary. The setup to a bad joke, the bones of a little life, wrapped in the cloying, earthy red around the house. At some point, a slow, jagged cat had wandered in and never left. He was the thinnest, reddest cat the fourteen-year-old Elrond had ever seen, half an ear missing, and mean for the sake of being mean.

He and Elros had taken half a year to name it. Were you supposed to give an Indian cat an Indian name? It was Maglor who put his foot down in the end. He didn't think he could live with a cat called Ramachandran. That’s simply “too Orientalist, Elrond, even for you. Someone would probably beat you up in school if you and your grey eyes went around telling people you owned a cat named Ramachandran, and I am telling you now I will not just turn a blind eye to it, I will be personally sending sweets to the child’s house”.

So they named it Rusty, and Rusty it was to everyone except Maedhros, who called it nothing, because “a cat that runs away from small rats does not deserve a name.”

[charlotteswebbbbb]

What's the vibe? #37

News:

Rishi Sunak has decided to push back on the UK's net zero commitments. What does it mean for us?

Side read: What Rishi Sunak’s net zero overhaul means for UK emissions (FT)

Net Zero: "Put simply, net zero refers to the balance between the amount of greenhouse gas (GHG) that's produced and the amount that's removed from the atmosphere. It can be achieved through a combination of emission reduction and emission removal." -National Grid

Probably the most relevant policy change to a young person is the end of the sale of diesel and petrol cars from 2030 to 2035. I guess this helps the car makers but we also must think about clean air, and resources (oil) still needed to be used.

I wasn't certain before but between this, HS2 not being fully developed for the whole country and abolishing inheritance tax, we might see the end of the 13 year Tory party rule in 10 Downing Street. It's just not going well with Tory donors who have been with the party for years. It's very obvious now that climate change is a topic that is seen as unavoidable across party lines so pushing back targets is really unpopular.

Young people ditching ambitions over UK cost of living crisis, research finds - The Guardian

"Two-thirds of the 18- to 24-year-olds who were questioned for the research have lowered their career expectations, with the cost of living, the state of the UK economy and their own mental health named as the biggest factors.

The research, based on interviews with 2,500 young people, was carried out for the Prince’s Trust with the LadBible Group, with a consumer youth panel consisting of over 55,000 Gen Zs, born between 1997 and 2012, and millennials, born between 1981 and 1996."

How can we inspire young people in this country to see optimistically? How can we create places where we get together and do healthy (maybe non alcohol related) activities? Where they can focus if they want to, lose themselves in something artistic if they want to or just be spiritually replenished by environments they choose to be in.

London Design Festival just finished, saw this amazing AI work by moooi x EveryHuman. An interview also with I think the same company?

Milan Fashion Week:

Prada:

Sunnei - quite an interesting show. Again following the trend of audience participation during Milan Fashion Week alongside Diesel. Also connected to the trend of maybe main character energy??? Not very clear on how to describe this but also connected to a post on twitter going viral about actors and how they look during Cannes press junkets with their names and microphones and also the new B*lenciaga campaign with sunglasses.

B*lenciaga campaign:

New York was very clothes to be seen in...maybe passive even, this feels a little more power charged, you are being perceived at every angle but that's okay, you look great.

Bottega:

New Albums:

Doja Cat, Loraine James, Laurel Halo, Yeule, Eartheater, Kylie Minogue....

Beauty:

Business of the week:

EatWasted - A Copenhagen based company making pasta from bread waste. They also do "supper clubs"/food events, with the cooked pasta where people are asked to BYOB (bring your own bowl) to reduce waste and donate food to people in need. Each bowl is 99kr (=£11).

Reading List:

Dazed Magazine, Issue 281, Volume V, Autumn 2023

China's Gen Z Is Trying to Leisure-Shop Way Out of Jobless Blues (Bloomberg)

"Recent college graduate Yang Zhifeng, 22, became discouraged and decided not to hunt for a full-time job after seeing hundreds of applicants applying for just one white-collar position. Despite her newly inked degree, she settled for work as a part-time receptionist at a Shanghai hostel catering to job seekers, for only 1,000 yuan ($137) a month.

Regardless, Yang said she still allocates money to visit local tourism spots, attend comic conventions and try hot new restaurants with her friends. 

“When the job market is that bad, why are we struggling and giving ourselves a hard time?” she said. “This is a good time to rethink what lifestyle fits us better and makes us happier.”

#real

Should concerts start earlier? (Dirt)

Does sex still sell in fashion?: At Milan Fashion Week, designers were desperate to make this sexy thing happen. - by Rachel Tashjian (WaPo)

[survey--s]

508.

What was the last heavy thing you lifted? A bumper box of cat food from Pets At Home - it’s cheaper to buy it like that but 100 sachets of cat food is never going to be easy to carry around lol.

Is July an important month for you? No, nothing significant happens in July.

If someone looked inside your mind right now, what would they find? Nothing much, ha.

Are you good at reading body language? I mean, I’m good enough, I suppose.

Do you have an anchor tattoo? No and no.

What is something that is creepy to you? When people know who I am (as a dog walker) and address me and the dogs by name even though I have absolutely no clue who they are lol. 

What do you need right now? A cat that isn’t screaming at me to be fed over an hour early, lol.

What do you consider to be cruel? Shock collars on pets, and I am SO glad they’re finally being banned in this country. There’s absolutely no reason to ever give your pet an electric shock in order to get it to behave.

Do you love to daydream? No, I’m not really much of a daydreamer.

What’s your favorite shade of yellow? I’m not really a fan of yellow.

Has anyone told you to calm down recently? No - anyone who knows me well knows that that just pisses me off even more, lol.

When did you last panic? Yesterday when Ollie pulled the lead out of my hand while we were crossing the road -_- luckily there were no cars around and he just went to his driveway but my heart was in my mouth lol.

Are you currently tired? A little bit as I was awake at half six this morning - the dog woke me up and refused to settle back to sleep without having a cuddle, lol.

What helps you get by? Family, friends, my animals, sleep, food, time alone.

When did you last wear a mask? About two years ago - they’ve not been obligatory here for ages and I never see anyone wearing them anymore.

Does it hurt you when others are rude for no reason? It depends on who the other person is. 

If you could say anything to your father right now, what would it be? I don’t really need to say anything to him right now.

What’s the fastest you’ve ever driven? I think about 80mph.

When did it last rain? A couple of days ago for about thirty seconds, lol. We’ve had such nice weather here for the past couple of weeks.

Have you ever been admitted to a hospital? Yeah, twice - both for relatively minor head injuries.

Has anyone blamed you for something you didn’t do? Sure, that’s life, isn’t it?

How much is gasoline where you are? Uh, around £1.64 a litre for petrol, and £1.86 a litre for diesel, I think. At least, it was a couple of weeks ago when I filled up.

How are you doing today? Pretty great - it’s a Bank Holiday weekend and I’m not working!

What is the last song you listened to in a car? I don’t remember. I think something by the Zutons.

Do you currently feel calm? Yeah, very calm actually. 

Are you good at making new friends? No.

Are there any important things happening this week? No, not really. It’s Bank Holiday weekend and then just work as normal for four days, then another Bank Holiday for the Coronation but I don’t really give a shit about that lol.

If comfortable answering, have you or would you ever be admitted into a mental hospital? I’ve never been admitted but often you don’t have a choice.

What’s a color you think is underrated? Moss green.

Would you rather never be sick again or be rich? Be rich.

When did you last hear thunder? I couldn’t tell you, maybe six weeks ago?

What all have you put in the trash today? An empty box of Apple Turnovers, a dirty cleaning sponge and a toilet roll holder.

Do you enjoy blueberry muffins? They’re one of those things I love but never think to buy lol.

What’s something you will never forget? My wedding day.

What’s the most bitter pill you’ve ever taken? I’m not sure about bitter but the taste of paracetamol in your throat makes me feel so sick lol. I can’t take it unless it’s sugar coated or in capsule.

What is a popular TV show or movie that you do not like? Star Wars.

When was the last time you felt like “getting into someone’s pants”? No idea.

What is your favorite energy drink, if you have a favorite at all? Starbucks DoubleShot, if that counts as an energy drink?

Would you have kids with the last person you kissed? No. I don’t want kids with anyone - far too much hassle and responsibility lol.

Would you mind living near large predatory animals? It depends what animals you’re referring to - England is really safe when it comes to stuff like this though.

What’s your biggest priority right now? I don’t really have any.

If you’ve stayed overnight in a hospital, how did you entertain yourself? I don’t really remember as I was concussed both times. If I was in overnight now, I would sleep, read, go on my phone, watch stuff online etc.

Are your hands unsteady? They can be.

Do you think you’re pretty? I think I’m normal-looking.

Have you ever added someone you don’t know on Facebook? No.

Who’s the last guy you texted? Mike.

Who do you know that wears the most makeup? I don’t really know anyone who wears much make-up.

Have you ever been tied up? Yes.

Are you anyone’s first love? Apparently so.

If you could find one long-lost friend of the past, who would it be? Sophie.

Was your sixth grade teacher a man or a woman? Woman.

Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? Susie.

Has anyone ever told you they were in love with you? Yeah, quite a few people actually.

Do you prefer boys to shave down there? They can do what they want.

How much does your mother know about your sex life (or lack thereof)? Zero, really. 

Do you enjoy watching cooking shows? Yeah, I love the competition ones and stuff like Kitchen Nightmares or Restaurant Impossible.

Did you lose friends when you started dating someone? No.

When was the last time you went to an ice cream parlor? What kind of ice cream did you get? Last week. I got an iced coffee and a vanilla ice-cream for the dog lol.

Did you go to school with anyone named Ashley? What was that person like? No. I did work with an Ashley for a few months though and had a huge crush on him, hahah. I looked him up on Facebook not so long ago and wondered what the hell I was thinking.

What color is the vehicle that you travel in most often? Metallic grey.

Do you have any nieces or nephews? When was the last time you saw them? Yeah, they’re all by marriage though - Mike has a HUGE family but none of us are very close. I saw Amber about about a month ago though.

Do you know the story of how your grandparents met? No.

Do you have a relative or close friend named Peter? When was the last time you saw that person? No. The only Peter I knew was a boy from school who lived on the same road as me - he taught me how to skateboard and kissed me once lol. He was the year above me and I was about 12/13 and thought I was the height of sophistication lol.

Have you ever had an ex who wanted to get back together? What did you say to them? Yeah, and the answer was noooooo.

[barneyandthepoetrymuse]

Stoned….

Where did that unopened pot of coffee come from…..?

It’s sitting on the side and I, thought the lot had gone…..

I cracked the seal on the oat-milk and it just sounded wrong…..

Chasing a bone, the dog’s been up all night long…..

Cats…! Rocky, you might’ve migrated from that room to this…

But you haven’t been promoted too…sit where I’m gonna I sit….!

You’ll have to go over there mate…”awp”, you’re on my lap then….

Barney’s already on the chair taking the fuckster-position…

Rock’s is knocking on eighteen and Mel still calls him kitten…🤷🏻‍♂️

I’m telling you, I’m way overdue a new pair of mittens…..😆🤭🥸!!

She once accused me of putting his back out…but I didn’t..!

It was the…”don’t jump out the window”, grab-cat-tail incident…..

Christ he looks chubby, I might’ve bunged him one too many calories….

Fuelling up Barney because he can’t charge his own batteries…

We missed the factory recall and he didn’t come with guarantees…

He’s not been the same dog since we lost our other one Molly…..

This means I’m a dog-phobe AND…he’s wearing his tank top…

So…? He’s bellied out a bit but he likes being a fat dog…..

He’s also inclusive because he likes hand outs and blow jobs…..

Nothing selfish but he can’t do the shakes…and the nods…..

Bonjour…..we’re halfway there…from the living room chair…..

Tate Mccray is on my streamer and she’s combining her hair…..

It’s actually pretty good but is any of this getting us anywhere…?

When’s it time to say what you mean and get your voice out there….

God only knows why I’m ruminating over this again…..

I had an altercation at the local petrol station…..

It wasn’t looking for a fight, just a simple explanation…..

I should’ve dropped in first for an approval quotation…..

…I just wanted to put petrol in my cans and diesel up my van…..

The fuel police at sainsburys didn’t approve my sticker-less can….

It’s doing the same job as it’s has for the last twenty years…..

It’s a petrol receptacle with a capacity of five litres………ffs 🤷🏻‍♂️

Are we still being PC, action line, bringing down crime…?

Prices are high but are the standards of service are really that shite…?

It’s all play and make believe of the most insignificant kind…………

Don’t you ever just think…..all we really have is time……..?

Where the fuck are the poo bags and it’s still raining outside…?

I gotta run the dog out so he can evacuate his insides…..

What a stupid thing to write about and it’s now getting light…..

Making a quick sketch of what it’s like in here with me tonight…..

[themagisterprotocol]

Okay, that’s the pet shop sorted out, the woman was packing as many bags of dog food as she could into a backpack, I didn’t bother her, she didn’t bother me.

I managed to grab a few shopping bags from the tills as I entered, and I managed to fit around two years’ worth of cat food, both dry and wet, into them, as well as several toys, plenty of which I don’t have to interact with, such as balls with bells, a few cat beds, and I managed to pry open the door to the back stock, to which I found a large cat tower, I had to make two trips into the shop to carry it all back to the van.

I’m not sure if the amount of cat food will be enough, but after checking the expiration date on them, it would appear that they will go bad before 2009, I’m hoping that this paradox ends well before then, but if not, I suppose I’ll have to figure something else out.

I’m back on the road, this time I’ll be heading towards the petrol station near my TARDIS, I had a quick read through the manual to figure out which fuel this vehicle runs on, and it would appear that it runs on diesel, so I’ll be filling it up fully, then siphoning as much into canisters as I can, it all depends on how many empty canisters are at the petrol station when I get there.

I’ve also figured out that I can likely make it to said petrol station in just under an hour, if I drive quick enough since the roads are empty, so here’s hoping to that.

My preperations have been completed, the cat has been placed into one of the gardens and the door is shut.

Today's plan is to go outside and find a vehicle, possibly some sort of campervan where I can place my TARDIS inside and get off of the island of the UK. I also plan to get some additional supplies that are not available inside of my TARDIS, such as fuel for the vehicle and actual cat food.

As I mentioned last night, it is a dangerous, stupid, idiotic, and very Doctorish plan, but I am worried about remaining in this country, what with it being so small and cut off from mainland Europe, if anything happens to it, I'd be safe in my TARDIS, but stuck.

I shall update everyone as to what is happening in the outside world every 30 minutes, or when something interesting occurs.

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

438 of 2022

Medical How many surgeries have you had?

Two, one of them was major.

Do you have a doctor that you see regularly?

Yeah, a neurologist and the doctor who takes care of my rehabilitation.

Do you have health insurance?

Of course I do, one from work and one private. Without it, my medical costs would overpower me.

What are some medical issues you're currently dealing with?

Rather lifelong, but oh well. Epilepsy and some physical disability.

Why did you last take pain medication?

I don’t take pain medication. Most of it would make the medication I have to take daily less effective. I only do it after consulting it with my doctor so it’s safe for me.

Biological What physical traits have you inherited from your father?

Eyes.

How about your mother?

Nose shape, definitely.

Do you have any children?

No, and I don’t want to have.

What are your parents names?

Ellen and Stefaan, seems to be common here.

What personality traits do you wish your children would inherit from you?

I don’t want to havre children.

Geographical Where are you, right now?

On the couch in my living room.

What country were you born in?

Belgium.

Where were you raised for most of your life?

Middelkerke, Belgium.

What parts of the world are your ancestors from?

Well, Belgium of course. :P My mum is half-German, my dad is half-Dutch, and I have some ancestry in Poland and France, too.

What's the closest major city to your hometown?

I guess Oostende, but when it comes to capital coty of the whole province, it’s Bruges.

Zoological What is your favorite animal?

Cat. Seriously, miauwtjes all the way.

Do you have any pets, and if so, what kind and what are their names?

I do, I have two cats, their names are Victoria and Suzanne.

Have you ever had a strange pet, outside of the normal animals people keep?

No, never.

When was the last time you went to the zoo?

30 years ago? I remember I hated it.

What's the last wild animal you've seen in person?

Deer, I guess.

Psychological Do you have any mental disorders?

Yeah, I have OCD and generalised anxiety disorder, and also my latest medical form says I show symptoms of depression. I’m not sure if it counts, but I’ve been diagnosed with ASD at some point in my life.

Do you take anti-depressants or anti-anxiety meds?

I don’t at the moment, but I used to.

When is the last time you saw a therapist or psychologist?

Two months ago.

What do you tend to think about the most, throughout the day?

Not what, but who :P one certain guy. And I tend to overthink everything.

Would you consider yourself paranoid or delusional?

No, not really. Just pretty anxious.

Astrological Do you believe in astrology?

Not at all.

What is your star sign?

Taurus.

When's the last time you read a horoscope and it actually came true?

Four years ago. But I came across it after it came true, so.

What are your best friends' signs?

I don’t feel like calculating it. It doesn’t even matter to me.

Do you think people act differently when there's a full moon?

Nah, I don’t believe in such things.

Physical Would you consider yourself to be in shape?

Well, I’m physically disabled.

When's the last time you went for a walk or went jogging?

I don’t run. Last time I went for a walk was yesterday.

What is your favorite work out?

Arm exercises, really.

How many times have you had sex in the past month?

Once or twice. It’s already too much.

Do you play any sports?

I used to play basketball in a team when I was a teenager, but later my health issues have forced me to stop. I miss it very much, though.

Environmental Do you recycle?

We have to sort our trash that goes to recycling later, if that counts. The government demands it.

Do you drive an electric car?

No, we have a diesel. All because diesel used to be cheaper than petrol back in time. And way cheaper than electric, not everyone can afford it.

What are your opinions on global warming?

No opinion, I’d rather not take sides.

Does your country use solar energy or wind power at all?

Of course? We have wind turbines all over the country, and it’s not uncommon to see houses with solar panels installed on the roof.

What do you do to make the world around you more environmentally friendly?

All above.

[fdfhuyg]

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[blogtalk16]

Why have e-rickshaws grown so popular in India?

E-rickshaws are a non-polluting alternative mode of transportation for persons travelling short distances and linking public venues, and they provide a unique trip experience. These vehicles have provided new opportunities for people to earn a healthy living by reducing the physical labour previously required in cycle rickshaws. The cost of ownership is also very low when compared to other commercial three-wheeler available-Rickshaws are both energy-saving and cost-effective-rickshaw is very Eco-friendly source of transportation in this time when the pollution rate are alarmingly high. Another significant advantage of e-rickshaws is that they eliminate noise pollution.

 Due to rising petrol and diesel prices, E-rickshaws have become a popular mode of transportation among low-income people. The main focus of e-rickshaws is their batteries. As a result, their batteries should be powerful enough to make the e-rickshaws last longer.

 Electric vehicles are made by a variety of companies. Big Bull stands out among them. They produce e-rickshaws with authentic components at a minimal cost. They manufacture E-rickshaw spare parts. So that consumers can readily obtain spare parts without exerting any additional effort. Big bull is a I-Cat approve brand. Their intriguing feature is that you may schedule a test drive before making a purchase. Another feature is that Big bull offers a dealership and allowing customers to start earning money right away.

[acetrainerjess]

RULES: Answer 20 questions, then tag 20 bloggers you want to get to know better

Tagged by @songofsaturn (

NAME: Technically my full name’s Jessica, but...

NICKNAMES: ...I just go by Jess

ZODIAC SIGN: Scorpio

HEIGHT: Not tall enough >:(

LANGUAGES SPOKEN: Just English

NATIONALITY: Aussie

FAVE SEASON: Spring or Autumn. Just as long as it’s not hot as balls or freezing, I’m good

FAVE FLOWER: Forget-me-nots (same hat!!)

FAVE SCENT: Can’t say I’ve ever really thought abt this lol. Old book smell is nice. So is the after-rain smell. Oh, and coffee smells really good even though I don’t drink it, and petrol/diesel smell gives me good memories of when I was younger, and....

FAVE COLOUR: Blue!!

FAVE ANIMAL: Pangolins

FAVE FICTIONAL CHARACTER: Gonna have to go with my best girl, my absolute daughter, Usagi Tsukino (aka Sailor Moon)

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE?: Used to be hot chocolate, but now I just drink water lol

AVG SLEEP HOURS: If I’m allowed to sleep in til whenever? 10 hours consistently. Doesn’t matter what time I fell asleep, I will wake up 10 hours later

DOG OR CAT PERSON?: Cats!! I own 2

NUMBER OF BLANKETS YOU SLEEP WITH: Just one like a normal person. 0 if it’s hot, or 2 if it’s very very cold. 

DREAM TRIP: Staying in my bed lol

BLOG ESTABLISHED: Oh god, back in like, the first year of high school. Oh my god that was so long ago. Oh god oh fuck the passage of time

FOLLOWERS: >1000

RANDOM FACT: Ya girl’s going in for a (totally regular and normal, just a checkup) surgery tomorrow, so I’m filling this out bcus I’m trying to make myself go to sleep faster (i gotta be up crazy early in the morning :/)

[steveramsdale]

The “Out of Routine Blog” Blog

The “Out of Routine Blog” Blog

It has been an interesting week with my orderly routine disrupted but in a good way. It cost me my parking space.

This is our last, full school week living in the house that has been home for more than three and a half years. You know, because of my tendency to repeat myself, that I will be moving to a new place next year – a flat nearer to the centre. This is good and bad.

Anyway, we have not actually spent our last full week at home but in a nearly identical house, rotated ninety degrees anti-clockwise and placed right next to the pool.

We’ll get to that shortly and start at the start.

Last Saturday, a few of us were invited to the home of an Indian family from school. Mairi and I have had lunch with them before, I probably wrote about the wonderful, home-made Indian foods. They have now moved house and wanted to invite a few of their/their children’s favourite teachers to their new flat. We had a really nice time again with these friendly and hospitable people. This was also the occasion for me to have the largest number of van passengers I have had (and probably will ever have). On the way back all of us (five adults and two children) drove back together.

In the evening, we went to the Y11 prom. This was also a pleasant event. Of course, I have never taught any of these students but have spent time talking to many of them. It turns out that they have noticed that I lack hair on my head as one ‘game’ involved me guessing the word ‘wig’ on a prepared card.

It was after the prom that Mairi and I moved house for the week. Our friend and neighbour, a dedicated blog reader, was going on a course in the US of A for a week and had asked us to keep her children alive for a week in her absence. We had agreed and also decided that it was best for the children to stay in their house.

So, I am sitting and typing this blog in the equivalent place, in an identical chair, at an identical table with a massively fluffy white cat sitting next to me (yes, on the table) in a house that feels the same but is subtly different. I have wasted a lot of time opening the wrong kitchen cupboard door because the kitchen bin is in the wrong side of the under-sink cupboard.

My morning routine is out because I normally leave for work at quarter to stupid o’clock after making sure Mairi is awake. This week I have made sure other people are also awake and up and dressed and fed and still alive. I have, however, then had a travelling companion, so that has been good. I have also managed to still be ready when my students arrived for lessons. This new routine is actually better than my previous one. I will return to the previous one for the last three days of school unless I refuse to leave this house. It has certainly been easier to fit in early-morning swims!

We have both loved our week of practise grand-parenting. Having near-constant sunshine and a swimming pool 10 metres from the door makes entertaining children easy.

I will quickly update you on the usual trivia of the blog.

I saw the Opel equivalent of a Vauxhall Zafira. I think I have now seen every model of car we have owned in the UK except for the terrible Renault 5 we briefly had the misfortune of owning.

I did not actually drive to work every day this week as I was running low on fuel by Thursday and did not have time, due to my pseudo-grandparenting duties, to go and fill up. Diesel is not common here so most petrol stations do not have it. I have been warned that some is not of a great quality, so the reliable, ‘clean’ source is about 10km away through the city traffic. I will do an early morning run over the weekend.

We also had a school disco this week which was every bit as horrific as I am sure you can imagine it to be. The children loved it and had a great time. We now have to negotiate the building site of a new Metro station on the way home – well negotiate or avoid. The diversion is just a case of finding a way around. As we were driving past it after the disco, there was loud music playing in to the site, perhaps to entertain the workers. It was 7pm close to the Summer Solstice at about 35 degrees and the piece playing at such a high volume was “The Carol of the Bells”.

The other note-worth even of the drive was that someone gave way to me. We were waiting to turn left into our estate and a car coming the other way slowed and flashed for me to turn. The car had Uzbek plates, but this is not Uzbek driving!

Friday evening (last night as I call it) was our staff ‘do’. This was, as always, characterised by too much food, music that is too loud and lots of fun. Mairi was ready to go home before I was!

And that, my dear reader, is my blog for our last proper week of teaching for this school year. It is also the last full week of teaching for Mairi ever. Her blog would tell you how she feels about that if she wrote one. I am sure you can imagine the mixed feeling. Next Wednesday will be the last actual day. I’ll tell you how it goes. We have another couple of days of child care and then a few days in our own house (unless I refuse to leave).

Until next time.

[deathbyvalentine]

Prompt Fills

Dancing to the Music Only We Can Hear

These were the moments that made it all worthwhile. The mud and the violence and the lack of sleep and the callouses on his fingers. The room was dimly lit, with gas lamps rather than their usual electricity, adding an intimate air it usually lacked. This was technically the canteen, but the tables had been pushed together to make a sort of stage, and a space cleared. They were celebrating tonight, and low jazz crackled over the intercom, only occasionally interrupted by blaring slogans. 

Diesel was a dreadful dancer, but he adored watching it. He sat at the side, cradling some whiskey punch, laughing and immensely proud of his friends. That type of pride was almost too big to bear - it was the pride of a group, not the individual. Flare was commanding the room’s eyes, as always, flashes of her red hair and boots eye catching. The ProCore were taping up some more speakers, so the music could be felt down to your feet.

But it was Petrol he kept looking at. Petrol charming some lucky engineer, with his bright smile and easy charm. Diesel had never quite managed to master that quiet charisma, the way he always seemed so fully in control. He supposed that was one of the many reasons they were each a half of a whole - Petrol hadn’t mastered the exuberance Diesel could show. 

Petrol glanced over and caught his eye, and before he could do a single thing to stop it, Diesel was being pulled up on his feet, the engineer forgotten. He laughed, taking Petrol’s hand, allowing himself to be dragged to the dancefloor. He was standing on Petrol’s feet, but he didn’t seem to notice or care. For a long moment, it felt like it was just them, even as a camera bulb popped and flashed.

They had about ten minutes of bliss before the first explosion. But funnily enough, it didn’t ruin their mood. Work too was a form of dancing for them, the way they operated.

Pit Fight

Astrid didn’t fight often. It was not generally her scene. She preferred to watch, preferably on the arm of someone pretty or important, safely away from the action. Always the unofficial brawls too, nothing too high stakes. She didn’t care about the winnings, not a toss. She liked the full spectrum of human experience just as long as it wasn’t happening to her. A few times, she had tried to fight when she was on downers. It didn’t go well. She was dozy, and slow, and couldn’t feel herself being hit. She had been laid up for a week and rather confused about what exactly had happened. Nobody had felt good about it.

On uppers however. Different story. Few people had ever seen her sober, and even fewer people had seen her on stimulants that didn’t just make you feel euphoric. It transformed her, turned her into something sharp and quick. Not cruel. Still never cruel. But predatory. Maybe it was for the best she dulled her senses and her mind with all the other junk. Because like this, she was dangerous.

The bat hit the knee of her opponent almost gracefully, and she didn’t even wince at the crunch it made. She simply observed him, abstractly, the bat swinging gently from her fingers like a pendulum. He was as surprised as her. He had underestimated the girl with the pink hair and shy smile. He wouldn’t again. Nobody would, until the cycle moved on and they forgot all about her and moved on with their lives. She surprised the crowd even more when she wandered off without collecting her winnings, not glancing back behind her once.

Diesel Prepping

He worked best on autopilot. When he didn’t have to think or feel. So he let his training take over. He polished his boots until they shone, and he could see his reflection in them. He took apart his rifle and put it back together, twice, almost with his eyes closed. He sewed a new button onto his jacket, washed his hand-wraps and made sure his beret was correctly shaped. He knew, logically, that he could shape all these things to be perfect. But what people often didn’t understand is that the hard work was important. The act of doing something was important. Taking the easy way out often didn’t have the satisfaction he needed.

He could feel the tug just underneath his ribs. He knew what it meant now. Soon, when he was ready, he would open a door and step through into the Nexus. He wouldn’t be in his safe territory anymore, shielded from everyone and everything. He would watch as these young gods reshaped the world around them, and he wouldn’t feel a damn thing. He wasn’t a part of it. Not really. He was a ghost haunting a possible future.

Oddly, he was looking forward to seeing Flame. Recently, it felt like she was the only one who really saw him. Her being proud of him was worth more to him than any of the medals he had won in a world that was crumbling to pieces. The thought of disappointing her was something he couldn’t bear. What he wanted most of all was to hug her again, bury his face in her shoulder, and be told that he had done enough. Or at least, he would have done enough, soon. 

He was as ready as he was ever going to be.

Stupid Mistakes

It had been a long day. The courtyard was littered with broken sticks and spears, and discarded pieces of armour. Like they needed it, really. Sixth round, and she was flagging, as much from boredom as fatigue. His leg swept round in a long arc, too quick for her to counter. He connected with her ankles knocking her to the ground in one fell swoop, landing with an audible thump.  “Come on Els, keep up.” She hated that stupid grin he wore, the bottom point of his fangs just indenting his bottom lip. It made him look smug. Because he was smug. He turned to walk away, and with a growl she seized the back of his too-long coat and yanked on it, sending him tumbling to the ground too. 

Part of her froze, expecting him to be angry. But instead his laugh echoed off the walls of the yard, surprising her. One day, she would stop being surprised at him surprising her, but today was not that day. He was utterly unpredictable. It was both the best and worst thing about him, and a thing he had in common with Strahd. They displayed it differently though. While Strahd was unfathomable, her plans and actions hard to decipher and their delivery calm... Othello acted quickly, his heart and often his temper on his sleeve. His emotions just didn’t go where you expected them too. What you expected to anger him made him laugh, what you would assume he would like, he would be bored by. He never seemed sad, but also rarely seemed truly happy, though he dearly loved to laugh. 

That same laugh now as he pushed himself off the floor, dusting down the coat that had been his downfall. “Should have seen that coming I suppose.” He offered her a hand, hauling her up from the ground. For a moment, he keeps hold of her hand, close to his chest. They’re not even a breath apart, not really. They stay like that, in each other’s space, and Elsie wonders what her heart would sound like right now, if it still beat.

As suddenly as it started, it stopped. Othello dropped her hand and picked up a sword from the ground, twirling it between his fingers and whistling as though he had no cares in the world. “Again.” She sighed and turned around to find her blade, and saw what he had saw. Framed in the window, Strahd, watching them spar with unreadable eyes.

Crushed Berries

The juice was dark and purple and stained her fingers where it spilled from the bowl. She resisted the instinctual urge to press her fingers to her mouth, allow her tongue to swipe at the juice. That would be rather be defeating the point, wouldn’t it?

She strained it in a sieve, discarding the skins, being sure to double bag them so the cat wouldn’t make a fatal error. She half considered burying it in the rose garden outside, but Florence would wonder what she was doing up at two am. Not desirable. Not insurmountable though. Florence would have attribute it to another one of her ‘oddities’. It frankly wasn’t worth the conversation though and she was the one who always emptied the bin besides. 

The collected juice she carefully spread at the bottom of the teapot, thin enough it just looked like the usual blackening. There wasn’t much. There would be enough.

Constance didn’t know when the next pot of tea would be made. But that was alright. She was patient. It was one of her best traits, along with her stubbornness and her quick-mindedness. Her sister may disagree, but then, her sister was generally disagreeable. Her sister tended to enjoy finding fault in Constance, and there was a lot of fault to find.

Constance just wanted the house to be quiet. Of the chatter. Of the criticisms. The insults didn’t hurt her, but the noise did. Especially the high pitched scream of the kettle when Florence made her morning tea.

Why Don’t You

She held up the long silk dress to her body, admiring the way it cascaded down her curves in the mirror. She looked back at the pile of discarded dresses on the bed, frowned. No, this one was the one. It looked wicked and this was not a night for modesty. This was a night for decadence and indulgence and not thinking about penance until the morning. 

You see, Victoria liked things. She liked soft silks, rich velvet and heavy linen. She liked the way pure silver felt on her skin and the weight and warmth gold added to an outfit. She liked how shoes added height and elegance. She liked the clink of metal, the clink of a good heel, the whisper of a long coat. And she liked perfumes even more, how they told secrets about the wearer without showing their hand. The rarer, the better. She didn’t give a damn if the ingredients were going instinct. Wait, that wasn’t quite true. She cared when they drove the value up. 

Finally, she settled. Not on the gold silk. That was for noveau trash. There were unspoken rules that spelt out your position - old, or new. And nobody wanted to let on that they were new. She went for the soft red that flared out at the waist, sweeping down to the floor in a waterfall of colour. A gentler red was reflected in her lipstick, her eye shadow. A slight hint of gold on the wrist, between her collarbones. Expensive, not ostentatious. 

She left, leaving the room in disarray. Another tip - old money knew that if you did anything with enough confidence, the maids would clean it up without a single word. Show any sort of caution,self consciousness, wariness ... Well, they would be gossiping before the day was out. Apologising to the staff was a sure sign of a novice. 

The function took place in Alistair’s mansion. Private so no paparazzi which Victoria far preferred. Parties were always better at somebody’s house. They had both privacy and an intimacy lacking in hired venues. She greeted the attendees through full eyelashes and coy smiles, accepting a flute of champagne from a passing waiter. 

It was unthemed, but it looked like a fairyland all the same. Lights glittered and reflected from wall-length mirrors, the marble floor also glowing with light. The stairs had been subtly cordoned off with red rope - cliche. She managed just about to resist clicking her tongue in disdain. She deserved a medal.

By one am, the party was unravelling. There was white dust on the top of the grand piano. There were several shattered flutes hidden in plants. The good whiskey had been broken into. People were hazy, loud and throwing caution to the wind. Victoria saw intertwined on the sofa two directors she knew to be married - and not to each other.

Time to make her move. Nobody noticed her slipping upstairs, fetching her bag from the abandoned cloakroom on the way. The bedrooms were mostly abandoned, apart from the obvious ministrations taking place. She found Alistair’s wife’s parlour and closed the door with a click behind her.

The watches were off no interest - sentimental things, with carvings and no particularly spectacular design. She discarded them effortlessly. Two dresses were in her size, so the wardrobe wasn’t a complete bust. As she knew it would be though, the jackpot was in the bathroom. Anti-ageing cream that cost thousands of pounds per jar. Three perfumes she knew to be limited edition. And after checking under the bed, a handy, unassuming bag to put them all in.

Nobody stopped her as she walked, even though she was draped in a cloak that wasn’t hers, and a bag she didn’t arrive in. She thought she saw the butler’s eyes flicker over her, and she smiled at him warmly. He wouldn’t tell. They never did.

A Song of Death

Alexei lay beside him, tracing fingers along his side, watching his face. It was one of those restless nights where neither of them could sleep. The sky seemed to press too close, the stars peering at them rather than merely observing. There was no talkative wind, no rustling trees. Just the sound of them, and nothing else.  It was common enough for Alexei to sleep badly. It was less common for his husband to be as restless as him.

So Alexei did what his husband loved him for. He told a story. “Once upon a time, there was a shrew. And a very fine shrew it was, with shining eyes and shining fur. It lived in a little nest with all of it’s brothers and sisters who loved chattering and eating fat berries in autumn. Now, he (for the shrew was a he) was often confused. He looked at them, and wondered what on earth they had to talk about. They ventured only to the next few trees over, were always home by dark and only spoke to other shrews. He himself found his thoughts straying to what lay beyond their tiny glade. He was unhappy, though he did not know the word for it. 

One day, a great rainstorm came. As his siblings scurried inside, he ran the other way, wanting to feel the rain and cold on his fur, simply because he had never felt it before. Of course, when he turned around, he realised he hadn’t the faintest idea where he was. He began to walk, marvelling at the sights all around him.

He saw two married frogs, kissing each other on the cheek on the edge of a puddle. He saw a bat sucking the juice from an old mango. He saw squirrel babies getting their tails all tangled up until their mothers came out from their tree hollow and scolded them.

In fact, he was so busy looking that he didn’t see as he tumbled right into a hole! It wasn’t very deep, but it was very dark. It had shiny bits of stones embedded into the walls which sparkled and gleamed. It was also sheltered from the worst of the rain and he decided he would sleep here until day time where he could walk home. He also relished the chance to explore it more as he thought it was the most beautiful place he had ever been (though that wasn’t a very long list). That would have been a great plan, had he not stumbled into a spider’s home.

The spider was rather handsome, and the same size as the very fine shrew. And he did not eat him, as one of his kind would be expected to do. Instead, he was so pleased that the shrew admired his home he instead offered to let him stay a while, snug and dry. Over the course of the night, no sleeping was done. Instead, they talked and talked and by the time dawn’s rosy fingers touched the sky, they were very firmly in love. The shrew had rather decided he liked this underworld much more than the upstairs, which was so filled with pointless noise. And he asked the handsome spider if he would mind if he showed this wonderland to his family. The spider had his reservations, but not wanting to disappoint his new bride, agreed.

He wove a net made of his strongest silk and gave it to the shrew. In the daylight and with the help of several mice, it was much easier to find his way back to the nest. His family had been most concerned, and chorused and squeaked their worries at them. Eagerly, he told them of his lover and the new home they had found for them all. He couldn’t understand why they recoiled, why they squeaked in fear. They refused to come.

Angered, he threw the net over the lot of them and dragged them underground, to his new home. All of the little creatures trembled. They refused to see the beautiful stones or the lack of predators, instead only fearing the dark. After an hour or so of them refusing to listen to reason, he released them, and watched his family scurry back to what they knew.

The spider cradled him close. “Dear, you can not make others love what you love. You simply must love what you love as fiercely as possible and hope that will be enough.””

Alexei’s eyes glittered in the gloom. “Is it enough?” “Always.”

The importance of a good hot water bottle

Amelia rolled over in bed, attempting to cling to the last few remnants of her dream that lingered. It didn’t work of course, and the sunshine of the dreamscape faded, leaving her tangled in bedsheets, only grey winter light filtering in through the flimsy curtains. She would remain in bed for another two hours.

What people didn’t mention about being sick was how boring it got. None of the pamphlets, none of the official websites, none of the wikipedia pages. Instead patients shared experiences on message board like gospel - “Hey did you know it was going to be like this? Did you know pain could get old? Did you know you’d get cross at resting?”  

Amelia very much wanted to get out of bed. She had chores that needed doing, canvas that needed painting, food to cook. But of course, she couldn’t. Not until her joints had managed to unstiffen, until her muscles had loosened. Not until some of the fatigue had seeped from her. 

From that point on, it was a race against time. To pick and choose what needed doing the most, what could wait, what she would enjoy. All chased by her energy levels, constantly dropping with every movement, the siren song of her duvet getting louder with every minute. To this end, you learned to be clever. There were shortcuts.

Shortcuts like baby wipes and dry shampoo. Shortcuts like sleeping in shirts you’d be happy walking around the house in. Like cereal for dinner. Like making take out last three days. You became a master of apologetic emails and texts, of managing side effects and appointments. Strategic naps and food became as crucial as taking your medication. Painkillers with every meal, hot water bottles on every limb, anything to get you through the day while not dropping too many balls. 

Because even though you want to stop, the world sure as hell won’t. 

Moments of Happiness

Tommy basked in the sun, taking a moment to breathe and look across the ruins. Taking a sip from his water bottle, he stretched, noticing the slight tan that was building on his skin from the weeks here. A little way away, A was leaning on his staff, before crouching to pat the temple dog that was winding around his ankles. Friendly by nature anyway, it had gotten used to them in particular, and had also made friends with Boundaries. It wasn’t particularly surprising. They came here almost every day. The staff just waved them through now, not even looking up from their work.

He was getting better, bit by bit. Less weak. His bruises and injuries healing from a mixture of being Home and Tommy’s magic. He was different here, as he had said he would be, but he was also undoubtedly himself. Tommy didn’t think he could have loved him any more, but he was wrong. He loved him more every day. 

He knew, logically, he would be called away from this paradise before long. There would be yet another crisis, yet another problem, the world unable to save itself. Or his Family would start ripping themselves apart again, and require intervention. It would be vampires, or werewolves, or gods older even than his, or magical diseases or demons or - something. There would always be something.

But for the moment, he was here. Alive and immortal. His boyfriend and his dog by his side, Michael alive, regular phone calls with Jones. Sun-drenched walks, magic just for fun, star gazing. He felt like he could be normal, for a little while. Like he could just be here, and exist, and have something he wanted for the first time.

It couldn’t last, so he would appreciate it while it did. 

[catexam2021]

CAT EXAM| Logical ability| Cause and Effect

In each of the following questions, two statements numbered I and II are given. There may be cause and effect relationship between the two statements. These two statements may be the effect of the same cause or independent causes. These statements may be independent causes without having any relationship. Read both the statements in each question and mark your answer as

* (A) If statement I is the cause and statement II is its effect;

* (B) If statement II is the cause and statement I is its effect;

* (C) If both the statements I and II are independent causes;

* (D) If both the statements I and II are effects of independent causes; and

* (E) If both the statements I and II are effects of some common cause.

 Statements:

1. The prices of petrol and diesel in the domestic market have remained unchanged for the past few months.

2. The crude oil prices in the international market have gone up substantially in the last few months

A. Statement I is the cause and statement II is its effect B. Statement II is the cause and statement I is its effect C. Both the statements I and II are independent causes D. Both the statements I and II are effects of independent causes E. Both the statements I and II are effects of some common cause

 Statements:

1. The government has recently fixed the fees for professional courses offered by the unaided institutions which are much lower than the fees charged last year.

2. The parents of the aspiring students launched a severe agitation last year protesting against the high fees charged by the unaided institutions.

A. Statement I is the cause and statement II is its effect B. Statement II is the cause and statement I is its effect C. Both the statements I and II are independent causes D. Both the statements I and II are effects of independent causes E. Both the statements I and II are effects of some common cause

 Statements:

1. All the schools in the area had to be kept closed for most part of the week.

2. Many parents have withdrawn their children from the local schools.

A.   Statement I is the cause and statement II is its effect B. Statement II is the cause and statement I is its effect C. Both the statements I and II are independent causes D. Both the statements I and II are effects of independent causes E. Both the statements I and II are effects of some common cause

Statements: 

1. There is unprecedented increase in the number of young unemployed in comparison to the previous year.

2. A large number of candidates submitted applications against an advertisement for the post of manager issued by a bank.

A. Statement I is the cause and statement II is its effect B. Statement II is the cause and statement I is its effect C. Both the statements I and II are independent causes D. Both the statements I and II are effects of independent causes E. Both the statements I and II are effects of some common cause

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when you put Diesel in a petrol engine-GMM offer wrong Fuel drain service in uk

These are a much more difficult job to deal with than a petrol in diesel scenario or wrong fuel Assist, firstly diesel fuel lines are very easy to access, but petrol fuel lines are armoured for obvious reasons and do not have easy access for clipping onto for a fuel drain.

Further a petrol engine flooded with diesel hates starting.

But the real danger here is from an oil level increase which may sound odd since we are talking about fuel and not oil.

Back in the day we used to run our vans which were petrol  on fuel we had recovered from diesel cars, take for instance a diesel land rover discovery that  inhaled 98 litres of petrol and needed draining, we would pump that straight into our VW transporter 5 cylinder petrol and run on it.

Sure it smoked a bit, and gunged up the cat and o2 sensor, but we bypassed that, free fuel was worth the hassle.

The only downside was that the diesel that was in the petrol did not always burn off in the piston, what happens next is the diesel in the piston slides past the piston rings into the oil sump, and it raises the oil level, also diluting the oil with diesel – which is much thinner than oil should be.

The way round this was to suck out the oil every time we filled up with fuel, it was a bit of a messy old set up but it went like this, fill up with contaminated petrol and remove oil with vacuum kit until it was a bollock hair above minimum, on the next fill up it would be 2 litres over maximum, at which point we would suck out all the oil (thru the dipstick pipe) and put in 3 litres of clean engine oil which was the minimum mark, sounds like allot of work but it reduced our fuel bill by 400 pounds a week and it was well worth the hassle, meanwhile the oil we bought in bulk cost less than fuel per litre, thus 3 litres of wasted fuel for every second fill up was a drop in the ocean.

Like i said it did ruin the Cat, and the O2 sensor, and it never performed fantastically but over the 6 months we trialled it we did save over 10k.

When the transporter finally died we decided to be grown ups and buy a brand new diesel van and it only gets fuel from the pumps, the recycling man now gets our mixed fuel and our days of sucking out oil are but a memory.

for anyone who has put diesel in a petrol motor, you should monitor your oil level closely, it will rise, and left unchecked it can cause very serious harm above a certain level.

I suggest you monitor it and get an oil change very soon after, and keep an eye on it, 2 or 3 oil changes in quick succession is a lot cheaper than wrecking the engine.

[littleroma]

Long Post of Fun!

I was tagged by the delightful @thestanceyg .  Here we go!

Rules: Answer all questions, add one question of your own and tag as many people as there are questions. you feel like.

1. Coke or Pepsi: I’m boring, I don’t really drink fizzy drinks and coke used to give me terrible tantrums, so neither? 2: Disney or Dreamworks: I like both but disney 3: Coffee or tea: Again, I’m a boring person I don’t drink hot drinks, but because Mum is sitting in the room with me, I’ll put tea in, she might know what I’m thinking! 4: Books or movies: Books, I used to read more as a child but my average reading time has completely slowed down.  Having said that, I do watch a lot of movies, it seems like the cinema is my second home some days, and I do watch a movie have my ERT on a Tuesday (this week was The Bourne Legacy) 5: Windows or Mac: Windows computers.  I think with Apple, once you start with one of the devices you end up wanting all of them, I used to have an iPhone (now a Samsung Galaxy 7 Edge), an iPad and a Macbook, there is never enough change between each device for me to justify spending a ton of money to get a new one.  If I could get the evo-assist software on anything other than my iPad, I would happily cut all strings with the Apple company. 6: DC or Marvel: I’ve read more Marvel Comics, why does Tony look like he has blue tinted hair in some of the earlier Iron Man issues?! 7: Xbox or Playstation: Xbox, because my family (the five of us) watch a DVD on the Xbox at Christmas, the only time of the year we watch a movie together the five of us 8: Dragon Age or Mass Effect: No idea, pass 9: Night owl or early riser: Night Owl, I like to sit and read in bed, I can only get up early one day a week and thats for the ERT, that just kills me if I try to do it more than once 10: Cards or chess: I don’t really play either, unless you count Solitaire or the odd game of Cards Against Humanity 11: Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate, though I do love the smell of MAC lipsticks 12: Vans or Converse: Converse, I’ve had a pair for several years and because I’m not walking they still look like new, even though I pretty much only wear them during the summer 13: Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar: Trevelyan was a Bond villain in Goldeneye, played by Sean Bean with the weirdest Russian accent.  He was Bond’s best friend who turned traitor against his adopted country and employer (Britain and MI6).  Otherwise I have no idea what you mean 14: Fluff or angst: FLUFF 15: Beach or forest: Dragging a wheelchair over a sandy beach is not fun, the sand gets trapped in the tyres of the wheels leaving the boot of your car a mess, because sand is a bitch to get out. So forests 16: Dogs or Cats: I’ve got a cat and dog and I think the cat (Trevor) is a bit more affectionate with me that the dog (Lily).  Trevor jumps up in my bed every morning before I’ve gotten up to give me a cuddle and then sleeps at the bottom of my bed for the rest of the day 17: Clear skies or rain: I’m Irish, so I’m going to say clear sky because it doesn’t really happen a lot 18: Cooking or eating out: Generally cooking, I still live at home and Mum is a really good cook even though she won’t let me near the oven, she probably thinks I’ll blow up the oven or something in the oven, AGAIN 19: Spicy food or mild food: I’m a very fussy eater, so mild, stuff with spices makes my mouth and tongue itch really bad for several hours 20: Halloween/Samhain or Solstice/Yule/Christmas: Christmas, even though I was too sick to go out this year.  Halloween is traditionally an ancient Celtic festival when the veil between this world and the next is at its thinnest 21: Would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot (and no the winter coats and AC’s are not an option): Hot since that’s pretty much how I already run.  The cold in Northern Ireland is not fun, though this winter hasn’t been too bad 22: If you could have a superpower, what would it be: The ability to curse people, not to be malicious but just to be petty, you know if someone blocks a parking space, make sure that their diesel or petrol tank runs out a bit quicker. 23: Animation or live action: Live action, I guess, too much animation just irritates me after a while 24: Paragon or renegade: As a virtue? 25: Baths or showers: Showers, because baths make me sick 26: Team Cap or Team Ironman: Team Ironman, at the moment I live for Team IronMan fics in the Post Civil-War thread on AO3, and I’ve read more Iron Man comics 27: Fantasy or Sci-Fi: It’s like picking a favourite child!  Fantasy because I’ve been rewatching Game of Thrones lately 28: Do you have three or four favourite quotes, if so what are they? If not do you think you will in future? Unless you want a load of history quotes, like Winston Churchill’s “Never never give up” or the 1939 quote by Churchill “It is a riddle, wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma...” or Nikita Khruschev’s 1963 “Berlin is the testicle of the West.  When I want the West to scream I squeeze on Berlin”.  Makes me giggle.  Or who could forget Shakespeare’s stage direction “Exit, pursued by a bear” in 1623′s The Winter’s Tale?  But I’m a history nerd doing a degree in English Literature and Creative Writing.

29: Youtube or Netflix: I’ve been watching more YouTube lately to watch American late night talk shows but normally it’s Netflix

30. Classic Disney, Disney Renaissance, or Modern Disney? Renaissance Disney, because I grew up with those movies 31. What would you tell your younger self? Walking isn’t everything kid, I could have saved myself a lot of time and worry when I lost the ability to walk

32. If you could change one thing about the world around you, what would it be? Better social inclusion for all and disabled access

33. Make music or listen to music?  Listening to music for me, a good portion of memory on my laptop is taken up with music, with rock, country, pop, soundtracks and lately instrumental/orchestral

34. Shakespeare’s Comedies or Tragedies? Comedies please!  Othello just killed me

35. What’s something you recently read that you recommend? The Circle by David Eggers

36. Has anyone ever made you feel like you and your opinions don’t matter?  Yes

I’ll tag…. @pinkpandorafrog @stereden @latessitrice and anyone else who wants to join in

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