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Country Garden debt deal, China property support moves trigger relief rally

HONG KONG/NEW YORK, Sept 4 — Country Garden’s (2007.HK) deal with creditors for an extension on onshore debt payments worth 3.9 billion yuan ($536 million) boosted shares in the developer on Monday and gave China’s crisis-ridden property sector some much-needed respite. Country Garden shares ended 14.6% higher after having jumped as much as 19% to their highest level since Aug. 10. Hong Kong’s…

[aliorsboxostuff]

Trans Spidey reader and Miguel where the reader is really really into Miguel’s talons and muscles and everyone at HQ knows but Miguel (basically just sexual tension between oblivious people)

Imagine crushing on Miguel and being reciprocated haha couldn't be me FHSFHFJKDF I really do like this idea anon tysm! I love writing oblivious trope, its always so fun! I hope you all enjoyed this btw!

Exclusively Yours

Tags: Miguel O’hara x ftM,!reader, Spidey!reader, Miguel O’hara, Hobie Brown, Pavitr Prabakhar, Miles Morales, Gwen Stacy, Margo (Spider Byte), Jessica Drew, Peter B. Parker, Mayday, Fluff, sexual tension, soft!Miguel, Maybe OOC, Miles’ group being a menace, a bit nsfw-ish maybe, kissing, humor, confessions, feelings realization

Maybe you're not the first Spiderman to notice Miguel's arms and claws, and maybe you're not the first person to fall in love with him because of those too. But you're certainly the first to make Miguel fall in love.

—

1st Month

“I can't be the only one seeing this, right?” The other tree turns to Pavitr, his eyes following the new guy that just got into the Spider Society, next to him stands Miguel. 

“I mean, he made Miguel walk outside his office for once!” The new guy laughs, a flash of a blush on his cheeks while Miguel says something the group couldn't hear. 

“Honestly a bit scary ain't it?” Hobie chews another chip. “Boss man never smiles, now look at tha’,” 

The group snickers as they watch those two walk past the cafeteria, before they turn a corner and disappear from their vision. Gwen takes a sip of her smoothie, her head tilted slightly. “You’ve seen how he looks at Miguel?” 

“I mean, I've only been on a mission with those two once…” She grins. “Pretty sure he kept sneaking glances at his arms,”

“There’s no way they don't like each other!” However, what Pavitr said made Hobie scoff.

“Miguel or new guy?” Pavitr tilts his head.

“I wouldn't bet on that mate, man’s so blind might as well be walkin’ to a pole,”

“Both to be ‘onest,” 

“Impossible! Did you see the tension? I can practically feel it,” The shorter boy grips at the edge of the table, his eyes sparkling.

“Y’know, yesterday, while me and Peter reported back to Miguel’s-” The group leans closer to their shared table. “He was showing the new guy his claws!”

“What?!” Pavitr shouts, the group erupts in laughter. “No way that's real!” 

“Wait wait, were they like-” Suddenly, Pavitr grabs at Hobie’s wrists, bringing them close to his face. “Oh! They are so sharp Miguel! Must you always be so dangerous!” 

Pavitr brings one hand to his crown, pressing the back of it to dramatize his impression of the new guy. Hobi snickers, before he plays into his friend's bit, one hand holds Pavitrs face while the other fists, pressed to his chest. “Never for you, my love,”

“Oh Miguel!” Pavitr turns his head to the side and Hobie closes his eyes, both of them making kissy faces at each other.

“Oh my god!” Gwen and Miles doubles over in laughter, the girl holding on to Miles’ shoulder while she holds on to her stomach, Miles already cackling over the table. Hobie and Pavitr join their laughs, Hobie holding his sides while Pavitr slapped the table repeatedly, tears gathering at the corner of his eyes. 

Miles shakes as he brings his head up. “Miguel would kill you!” 

“Who would I kill?” The group halted, turning slowly to find Miguel standing beside their table, arms crossed, one dangerous brow raised. Gwen looks away, Pavitr and Miles audibly gulp while Hobie rolls his eyes, huffing. 

“N-nothing- No one! Nope, haha,” Miles shakes his head, a nervous smile on his lips. Miguel simply raises his brow higher, eyes narrowing.

“Oh! Would you look at the time!” Gwen glances at nothing on her wrist. “We should get going, right guys? We have that meeting, right?” 

“Oh yeaah! The meeting, yes,” Pavitr shakily grins, shaking Hobie’s shoulder. “Come on Hobie we should go, haha,” 

The team shuffles awkwardly away from the table, before they all booked it and ran in the same direction, Miles and Pavitr already jumping off the ledge and swinging away, followed by Gwen and Hobie who’s running behind them before also flying away. Miguel rumbles lowly, before he sees the new guy approaching him with his tray of food and joins him in looking for a seat.

—

5th Month

Gwen pulls off her mask as she enters Margo’s lab, the girl nods her head to the music she's listening to, her eyes on the monitors. She adjusts the files inside the small box she's carrying before walking towards her. “Hey Margo, Jessica told me you needed these?” 

“Oh yeah, just put them there,” Her hologram glitches as the headphones disappear. She stands, walking towards where Gwen set aside the box before riffling through it.

“What’s in those anyways?” Gwen perches herself on one of the empty consoles. Margo opens one and flips through it.

“Oh it’s actually from Miguel,” She closes the file, setting it aside, before looking through the others. Gwen hums, looking around the various screens, briefly at the Go Home Machine, before she turns to Margo again.

“Hey, speaking of Miguel, you’ve seen the new guy right?” 

“The one that sticks with Miguel, like, all the time?” Margo smirks, setting aside another piece of paper. Gwen nods, now intrigued. “Oh have I,” 

“They were here, like, a couple of weeks ago right, and lemme tell you,” Margo pushes the box away, sitting up where Gwen is also sitting, pulling one leg up to her chest. “His eyes were all over Miguel's body, I swear!”

“Holy shit?” 

“Im serious! Jessica was right there, by the way, and he was eating Miguel up,”

“Shut up!” Gwen giggles, covering her mouth with her hand. Margo laughs too, now her legs are crossed over the console. 

“Especially his arms, like boy get a room!” Miguel laughs, throwing her head back while Gwen holds at her side, almost doubling over from her own laughter. 

“You think-” Gwen tries to stifle her giggles. “You think Miguel notices?”

“I’d be surprised if he didn't! We both know he’s dumb about these things, but come on,” 

“Yeah, I’d feel sad if Miguel doesn't know,” Gwen sighs, leaning on her hands behind her. “Though, I’m pretty sure he’s also been checking out the new guy,”

“Don’t get me started!” Margo’s grin widens.

—

1 year

“So how’s Miggy been treating you?” 

“Really? Right now, Parker?”

You’re currently swinging through another universe's version of Brooklyn, chasing a rouge Doc Oct from another dimension. Peter was now running on top of a building while you swung under the elevated railway. Mayday giggles in her baby carrier when her father leaped off the building and joins to swing next to you. Your back aches a bit when you swung to another building, maybe wearing a binder today wasn’t your best choice, then again you didn't know the fucker was gonna run this long.

“Hey, we haven't got time to catch up ever since Mr. Dark and broody’s been stealing you,” He shrugs, sharply turning just as you swung above him, Doc Oct meter away, still running with his metal arms. 

“First of all, he hasn't been ‘stealing me’-” You made quotation marks mid-air. “And Secondly-” 

A car was suddenly thrown at you, at which you narrowly slide past the opened passenger and driver's window, before webbing it up so it doesn't hit the pedestrians below. “Miguel’s been treating me great, okay,”

“Has he asked you out to dinner yet?” He twips another web, swinging on it.

“What?!” Just as you said that, Doc Oct threw debris toward you, which you quickly swing away and secured that too. “Oh shit…”

“You’ll never catch me Spidermans!” He shouts and does that damn annoying meniscal laugh.

“Let’s wrap this up?” You suggested to Peter as he stops at the same lamp post as you.

“Yup, hold on to daddy, baby,” Mayday nods her little head as Peter adjusts her straps, then it’s off against Doc Oct. 

Peter swings behind him, effectively catching his attention as you landed a punch straight to his jaw. He shakes away the pain, imminently turning and letting his metal arms attack you, the sharp appendages reach towards you before Peter shoots at it, pulling it down towards the ground. Doc Oct hits concrete hard, at which you quickly tie up the rest of his appendages. He sharply turns to you before you could tie the last arm, sweeping you off of your feet, which makes you fall as he cages you on the ground, the sharp end of the arm almost slicing your next if you didn't duck quick enough. Peter lands meters behind Doc Oct, the hologram cage in his hand. He nods curtly, his eyes on you.

“Now!” You threw off Doc Oct with your legs, Peter throwing the cage just where he lands. When he went to chase after you, the cage clicks open, effectively containing him. 

You catch your breath, before deciding to lie on the concrete floor and covering your eyes with one arm. “Nice going man,”

“Thanks,” You say as Peter stands beside you. “You too,”

Peter shrugs before he releases Mayday from her carrier, holding her in front of him before he kisses her nose. “And you too young lady, very brave,” 

Mayday giggles, hands patting Peter’s cheeks. You huff, resting your arms on your chest while keeping your eyes closed. You can still hear Mayday's little voice, before Peter turns to you. “So he hasn't asked you out yet?”

“I really don't know what you're talking about Pete,”

“Oh come on! You’ve been with us for a year, probably longer with Miguel-”

You sharply sit up. “What?”

“I’m just sayin’,” He held his hands up, Mayday hanging on his hip. “You guys should be official by now,”

You scoff, crossing your arms. “And what makes you think he likes me?” 

“Oh my god, Jessica is right, you’re way too oblivious,” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You stand, brows furrowed while Peter laughs with his daughter. Clearly, your confusion is hilarious to him. “There’s no way thee Miguel O’hara likes me, okay,”

“Sure sometimes I feel his eyes on me, or how much he asks me to hang out with him, but I’m probably not the only one!”

“No, you are-”

“Plus, he’s busy okay, he only ever makes time to eat lunch with me, or to train, sometimes, if I'm lucky, maybe even a coffee break together, but that's it! He doesn't like me, he doesn't trail me with those sharp eyes, we don't accidentally make eye contact, he doesn't smile at me or laugh along my lame jokes, and he definitely didn’t blush when I asked about his claws- oh my god he does like me…”

“Bingo,” Peter snaps his fingers, followed by Maydays giggles as Pete holds her by her legs, red hair covering her face. 

Your face reddens, eyes blinking as you recall all of your and Miguel’s interactions for the past year. The first month you showed up, Miguel paired himself with you and you thought he was just being nice. He indulges in your curiosity, showing you his claws, a bit worried but couldn't help the steady red that appears on his cheeks when you leaned closer. He makes time for you, joins you for lunch, which had the teens curious. He only ever trains with you, letting you spar with him, those widened eyes whenever you managed to pin him down. The longing gazes that you sometimes caught, smiling at him when you do which only makes Miguel turn away. The way he lets you on his platform, hanging out with him where others usually had to wait until Miguel dramatically descends. When he encourages you, lingering hand on your shoulders, and back, the ghost of a smirk only reserved around you. 

And you have been eyeing him too. How could you not when a man that good-looking, that dedicated to his work, is right there?! But the idea of Miguel reciprocating your feeling…

“Alright, let's get you home buddy,” Peter moves behind you, pushing your shoulders and walking towards the opened portal. You’re still in a daze, confused and embarrassed with how many signs you missed from him. 

—

The next day, you're still clouded with the possibility of Miguel liking you back, making you hesitant to ask him to eat lunch with you. The activity has become a constant now, but ever since your revelation, you were second-guessing yourself. 

You take a breath, closing your eyes briefly, before pushing the doors open. You jog your way to where Miguel's platform is and swing your way up easily. “Hey Miguel, join me for lunch?”

“Sure, let me allow Lyla to take over,” He nods toward you before turning back to his screens. You hum, shifting your weight from one leg to the other. 

“Alright, let's go,” He turns around, stretching his arms above his head briefly, the sight of his muscles taut makes you gulp. Now or never…

“Wait, I have something I wanna talk about,” You blurted out, looking anywhere but at Miguel. He stops in his tracks, putting one hand on his hip.

“Sure, go ahead,” He nods, patiently waiting. You inhale slowly, and let your breath out.

“I hope I'm not reading the room wrong but- I’ve noticed the way you look at me, Miguel,” You meet his red irises. They widen slightly, Miguel stands straighter. “You follow me with your eyes, and I know what they mean. You make time for me and we train together, you let me up on your platform, hell, I’m the only one allowed to get close to you without you getting irritated!” 

You laugh nervously, swiping back your fallen fringe. “What I’m saying is, am I wrong to think that you like me?” 

A beat passes. Silence aside from the writing of cables and soft beeps from the monitors. Your hands turn to fists ready for the rejection, maybe a condescending laugh from the man you’re pining, until-

“No, you're not,” He sighs. “ I do. I like you a lot, but I didn't want to ruin what we had. You're so close to me, and I’m afraid that if I told you, you’ll…”

Miguel turns slightly, averting his eyes, which is unlike him at all. His blush is now prominent, which spikes your own blush. You gulp, slowly stepping towards him. Your hand reaches for his arms, your touch making him blink and meet your gaze once again. “I like you too, Miguel,” 

“If you couldn't tell, I’ve also been sneaking glances at you,” You chuckle, placing one hand on his jaw as Miguel also chuckles, his voice reverberating around the room. “God, they were all right, we’re so oblivious,”

“‘They’?” Miguel grins, his hand holding your wrist, tilting his head against your hand. 

“The others noticed before we did,”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah,” You giggle.

“Wow, okay,” He follows your laugh, bumping his forehead against yours as the two of you laugh. You close your eyes, breathing in the scent that is Miguel, Basking in his warmth as he holds you close. Slowly, as the laughter dies down, you open your eyes, staring into his bright reds. Your hand brings his chin closer, you felt his breath stutter. After months of build-up, Miguel's lips against yours feel explosive. His hands are on your hips, pulling you closer, the reminder of those sharp talons beneath them. One hand reaches to tangle in Miguel’s hair, making him grunt, deepening the kiss. You feel his large hands caressing your sides, sending shivers down your spine. When you two pull back, Miguel's eyes are blown wide while you smirk, licking the remnants of him from your lips. 

“That year-long pining?” You smirk, pulling his shoulder closer, your nose brushing his. “Fucking worth it.”

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[miz-chase]

Bones Renaissance AU Starter Kit: Character Roles

Brennan: Orphaned child of a university scholar, she was permitted to remain, slightly feral, on campus (ala Lyra at Oxford but with a lot more reading), alternatively loved, ignored, and actively mistreated. She mostly spent her time hiding in the library, reading anything she could get her hands on, especially on anatomical topics. Growing up in the company of old scholars, she ends up an incredibly well-educated, poorly socialized, rather self-important woman. She rarely leaves campus, has viewed the students as below her since she was a child, and the citizenry are even below them. While not recognized as a scholar and often actively dismissed, people in-the-know know that she's a fantastic resource (if you can stand her/if she will tolerate you).

Goodman: One of the senior scholars who doted on Brennan and encouraged her reading. Tried to keep her out of trouble as he could, and especially discouraging any male interest in the young lady. They bonded strongly over reading together.

Zach: The one student Brennan feels is worthy of her time. He is also a library goblin like her, and wants to be just like her. She is directing his study of the texts they have, the acquisition of new material, and the publishing of new scholarship.

Michael Stires: Still a piece of shit. Traveling scholar who arrived at the university to teach. Contrary to tradition, he invites a young Brennan to his lectures and eventually private lessons. She is delighted and takes to the scholarship with her usual verve and is oblivious to the sexual undertones. Goodman, on the other hand, is very aware and does not approve, tries to intervene. When Stires propositions her, she is academically curious on the matter and agrees. What she emotionally feels about the situation, and its inevitable disastrous fallout, is a topic yet to be investigated. He implies he will marry her and thus give her actual standing, status, and a permanent home. Yet, before anything can even be planned, he's moved on to a different paramour.

Hodgins: Local eccentric scholar who definitely isn't nobility (wink). He has traveled the continent to better his knowledge and expand his experiences, and is glad to have a spacious office where no one asks anything of him. While he has studied at a variety of universities, he's happiest here because maybe, possibly, his family holdings are conveniently nearby. Zach is intrigued by his experiences and wants to follow in his footsteps... probably, someday. Their shared study hall is just so comfortable and leaving home feels too challenging.

Angela: A Florentine cortigiane oneste:

The cortigiane oneste were usually well-educated and worldly (sometimes even more so than the average upper-class woman), and often held simultaneous careers as performers or artists. They were typically chosen on the basis of their "breeding"—social and conversational skills, intelligence, common sense, and companionship—as well as their physical attributes. It was usually their wit and personality that set them apart from regular women. Sex constituted only a facet of the courtesan's array of services. For example, they were well-dressed and ready to engage and participate in a variety of topics ranging from art to music to politics.

When she met Hodgins, she was deeply unimpressed. He tried flaunting his money, she had no interest. He tried his wit, his knowledge, his possessions, but still she had no interest. It became a game between them, where he would travel the continent to return with an exotic fruit or flower, only for her to turn him down (though each time her smile grew fonder, the laughter in her eyes sparkling). Eventually, he presented her with a perfect little violet, plucked from ground just outside the palace. Only then did she agree to come traveling with him. They have a lot of fun together.

When Brennan is jilted by Michael, it's Angela that insists they take her in at the Hodgins Estate. Angela uses all means she has to get Michael expelled back to where ever it is he came from with his reputation in tatters. She knows people, you know.

and of course, the boys: I'm of many minds (or just different stories) if we choose to translate the FBI as the sheriff/constable (more like cops) or perhaps royal (ie, federal) guards or attendants. There's a class thing going on, where it doesn't seem quite right to make Booth a Knight/member of the nobility or gentry. He's an esteemed successful soldier, which puts him more in the realm of the Yeoman. Yeoman also has the bonus connection with longbow archery, which matches our sniperboy. The Yeoman of the Guard are royal bodyguards who could be tasked with specific missions, like say, perhaps, solving a prominent murder!

so we have

Booth: Is pretty much Booth. Working class improving his station through exemplary military service. Serves the Royal Court and Queen (fuck it, let's just say this is Liz I's reign) as an analogue to federal service. Is good at people, hates the rich, has absolutely no connection to the university and doesn't know what to make of those people.

Aubrey and Sweets: Come as a pair, they gay, come at me. Drive Booth insane. While Booth climbed socially to get to his position, both of these guys come from more money and status than him. Booth is their commander but they often are the ones navigating court politics for him, especially Sweets. Aubrey comes more from the military side, while Sweets is a city boy.

[illmoraineakoi]

Ooof

This took...A WHILE

I present to you: All of the unique Vessels in Hollow Knight (Plus a few fun bonuses)

[Note that some Vessel designs 'share' categories, which is not shown.]

[Right-click view image in new tab for full size is recommended]

Some notes below

This took me a week to put together, though partially because I kept editing some stuff. Originally, they all had the same cloak design and same cloak color, and that...that was just ugly LMAO So I changed that.

All Vessels were made with the same base (probably obvious) except for Lost Kin, because of course, Lost Kin ALWAYS has to be contrary, the little shit.

The Vessels are separated into the 'category' that they're unique to, which is in turn split into where they're 'found' in-game. Though again, the game reuses designs frequently (an example being the Sibling Shade with four horns: that's also a Vessel shown in the Godhome Cutscene, and the Deepnest ram horn is also a Sibling in the abyss.)

This was actually really REALLY fun to do. It was originally jsut a way to make Reference Sheet icons for my fics, to remind myself which name belonged to which Vessel, and I just...Had too much fun and decided to do ALL of them.

I'm showing more love the Vessels than the Pale King ever did lmao

There are 33 Canon designs in the game (Or at least 33 that I was able to identify) and 6 "canon" cut content designs. 6 Vessels on this page were made for fun, and to fill some space.

I'm also aware that some of the designs on this page might look similar to some Vessel OCs that someone might've created, but I assure you, most of these designs were taken from the game assets. And the onest that were are my own design (Velvet and Luna) or made by just messing around. The similarity is unintentional.

As a side note, I kinda want to make some more of mess-around designs. I've got some more ideas, and one more unnamed OC I might do.

If anyone's interested in the full-size individual images of any of the Vessels [free of the category tint] I'd be willing to send you them. I had to scale this image down by half just for Tumblr to upload it LMAO. I won't be posting them individually.

That being said, please don't use this page for anything beyond a visual reference without permission, please?

EDIT: I FORGOT I WANTED TO INCLUDE THIS TOO

HERE HAVE THE REFERENCE PAGE FOR ALL THE UNIQUE VESSEL ASSETS I FOUND

[daisyblog]

Capital FM Interview

Our Story Masterlist Summary: Harry talks about his new music and opened up about some of his other massive projects for 2022; movies My Policeman and Don’t Worry Darling…and of course YN.

"Please welcome to the show Harry Styles" Roman announced, after explaining he was wearing a dressing gown on the show today because Harry wore a purple one during his last interview on Capital FM.

Harry and YN have just flown into America for Harry to prepare for his Coachella shows later in the week, so Harry was doing the interview over a Zoom call.

"Duh duh duh duh...duh duh duh...duh duh duh duh..duh duh duh" Harry begins to chant, waving his arms in the air, through the screen, wearing a white t-shirt and his earphones dangling from his ears. The presenters joined in with his chant.

"Mate It's been ages how are you?" Roman asks.

Harry gives the biggest grin "I'm very well thanks..yeah..I'm very well..I-its uh..thank you very much for the dressing gown reference"

"No it's okay..well..well..I mean I was upset that you didn't turn up in a dressing gown on my screen but I'm sure everyone in the world would be upset if you didn't turn up in a dressing gown-"

Harry interrupted Roman "I can run and get one"

"Just do it" Roman encouraged, but Chris the other radio presenter explained they haven't got enough time, so Harry pulls his t-shirt over his head slightly to pretend he was wearing one, causing the presenters to laugh.

Roman continued the interview "You're back..you got your brand new song As It Was..so many people absolutely love it..we love it in here..the video is super cool as well-"

"Thank you so much" Harry politely said, as he played with a piece of his hair.

"There is obviously...the best thing about this is that people have waited so long to hear your voice once again...on a brand new song but it's not your voice that we hear first..isn't that right?" Roman questioned, still wearing his dressing gown and headphones placed over his hood.

"It is yeah...it's the voice of YN's little sister-" Harry began to explain before Roman and Sian is heard 'awwing' at his confession.

"Her and YN's little brother used to try and call us before bedtime every night so..uh..one time I don't know..YN's phone didn't ring or something..so they phoned mine but I missed it and she sent me that and I kind of dug it out at some point while we were in the studio..and put it in front of the song for some reason and I kind of just fell in love with it so..it stuck" Harry explained how Doris and Ernest would phone their oldest sister and Harry each night to say goodnight to them.

"It is really nice but I do think that..that does mean she's officially a recording artist now-" Roman spoke.

"True" Sian agreed, interrupting her colleague "She get's a percentage"

"Yeh..she's a recording artist..you've got to share a grammy with her" Roman continued to explain his opinion.

Scratching the back of his head, Harry joked "Oh yeah..she was asking..she was asking for a big fee" causing Roman and Sian to roar with laughter at his sarcastic comment.

"What did Louis think..you know was he annoyed that you'd thought of the idea first of using his sister's voice in a song?" Chris continued to ask questions.

Harry thought before answering "Uh..no I don't think so..I think he was proud to be 'onest"

"We are loving this..it's the lead single from your upcoming album Harry's House..the artwork is you in like an upside-down room..all the furniture's glued to the ceiling..now I don't imagine this is exactly how your house looks but do you have anything weird and wonderful in your house like that-"

"I'd say at the moment it's kind of just..uh..piles of things which we're kind of sorting through-"

"What have you just moved?" Sian asked the singer.

"No we haven't-" Harry smiled shyly.

"You've just got piles of things" Chris laughed along with Harry.

"I'm trying to kind of empty out a little bit and kind of clear..uh..the space that I'm living in a little bit..get a little bit clearer" Harry explained.

"Are you a messy person then..is this the problem?" Sian questioned.

"I don't think I am..but YN would probably disagree" Harry laughed "That's why there are so many piles of things..because she'll be like c'mon let's have a clear out and then literally pile my stuff up..and uh..I don't always get the chance to sort through it..so yes and no"

"Oh she's one of them..a big clean and clear out" Sian commented.

Chris began to ask Harry about his home, location and accent "Speaking of..uh..homes..you're not actually at home at the moment you're in..you're in America..um..but we've seen some pretty wild accents from the 1D boys recently and specifically from um..Mr Liam Payne on the Oscars red carpet..um now I've got to ask you have you sort of started to get like a transatlantic accent from America at all?"

"Well I don't think in the time that I just got here 'cause we only got in yesterday for uh Coachella rehearsals..so uh..in the space I've been here this trip I think I've survived..I think it's a little bit all over the place" Harry began to explain his accent "I'm from up North and I've lived in London for ten years and I've spent a lot of time in America and stuff so..I think uh..I think when I'm with Americans they don't think I sound American at all and then I think sometimes when I'm with English people they expect me to sound American..I don't think I do but maybe I you know pick up some..a couple of bits along the way but I-" Harry let out a chuckle before continuing 'I have to translate for people sometimes..because they don't have a clue what YN is saying and it's so funny" Harry continued to laugh.

"Yeah she definitely hasn't lost her accent has she?" Roman joined in on the joke.

"No and I think it's more noticeable when we're in America" Harry continued to explain his girlfriends accent.

"You've been working so hard recently yeah...and we said you know-" Roman began before Harry interrupted.

"Thank you Roman"

"No I appreciate it mate I do appreciate it...um but look it's been a while since we last spoke to you and...the movie thing we've got to talk about that because I don't know whether to call you an artist..I don't know whether to call you an actor..what would you call yourself?..Are you an artist first or are you an actor?" Roman questioned Harry.

"I mean I think I'm a musician first" Harry explained before adding how lucky he felt to be able to do the jobs he loves and how grateful he is to be able to explore acting. Harry then went on to say how he was able to step out of his comfort zone with acting.

Roman continued with his questioning "Yeah and talking about comfort zones as well because I need you to..uh..sort something for me right because obviously I'm gonna go see both you're films that you've been doing recently..so you've got Don't Worry Darling and..uh..My Policeman..my question Harry what is the film that I can safely watch with my parents...because I've heard that it is getting racy"

"I don't know if you can watch either with your parents" Harry confessed, making the three presenters gasp with a 'what'. Harry made a joke saying he's going to have to do another film that Roman would be able to watch his mother. "Do you want to know something funny...well It's not funny for me but you'll find it funny"

"Of course mate" Roman eagerly nodded.

"YN said to me the other day" Harry let out a little chuckle before continuing "Shall we host..like uh..um..movie night with our families to watch the two films" Harry along with the presenters roared with laughter at YN's idea "I was like no..no let's not do that"

Sian still laughing spoke "That's absolutely brilliant"

"Hey maybe me and Shirley could join..it won't be so awkward for me then" Roman joked before thanking Harry for joining them all today.

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[potinspourtoujours]

After watching the new episode the only thing I have to say is that the moment Billy looked at Tommy’s name in his notebook so intensely I just realized that mommy will be forever gone and forever dead. To be onest if I were Wanda right now I would have slapped him so hard just because I know the Scarlet Witch will find a way back to reality.

[figliadegliaziracrow]

i'm sorry, i don't know what to say. my heart is broken.

coraline is my fav movie of all the time, GO my fav TV serie.

i'm crying.

i'm gonna be onest, i can't change what i like nor who i am. i don't feel guilty for that, but i'm so fucking shocked and sad about these news. i study law, this year i partecipated in a project against violence towards women and i've met so many volontaries. i will always be on the side of women, i will always be on the side of victims.

i hope them are fine rn. don't say they are liars or whatever u want to call them.

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Too Scary for You?

(Kill Somebody Like You Part Two Chapter Nine)

🔪Previous Parts Here🔪

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats, mpreg), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, cursing, past abuse, baby fic, past SA, teasing, mentions of weapons, mentions of murder, allusions to selling people, dad jokes, poor attempt of murder, threats, bad explosives, Dom in a rage, confused Kells, nervous family talks, putting the pieces together, new threats, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers ❤️‍🔥 Rating: mature

All ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🩷

Dominic woke the next day aching but happy until his mate started worrying about their office. He hadn't been in since Punk was born and the Alpha hadn't seen the need either. It sounded as if with the tv interview they did, everything was going a bit mental but the omega obviously didn't feel safe leaving their sons or the flat yet. He couldn't blame him, he didn't want them out on the street with those bastards in town. He wasn't sure what could be done but he offered to check in for him and that seemed to placate the boss. He was obviously fighting a war in his own mind that he should go but for all his bravery his inner lost boy was shining through. He'd been more shaken by the interaction the day before than he wanted to admit.

It didn't take Dom long to agree to check in though he wasn't sure what he could do specifically. He was reassured that Colson trusted him so much that his eyes worked as a second set for the man. The omega trusted that he would take care of anything wrong even though he knew fuck all about PR and even less about selling drugs or saving people. Mental fucking family business if you asked him. Kells didn't let him linger long after he agreed, the poor man was obviously stressed and pacing which was quite the sight with a baby strapped to his chest. A holster traded for a papoose. How quaint. Who would have guessed?

“Stop fucking staring at me you freak. Go check on our livelihood.” Col chuckled as he watched Dom standing at the door of their bedroom.

“Ain't me liveli’ood.” The killer teased back.

“Well you're not getting hits until this shit show smoothes over so guess what? Yeah it is. Don't you want Punk getting the best?”

Dom arched a brow and pursed his lips to the side. He knew it was a risk to keep playing too long but… “I fink our idea of ‘best’ is a bit different.” He laughed when his mate threw a spit up cloth in his direction but he dodged it easily. “Wha’? I'm jus' being ‘onest princess.”

“Princess? My fucking ass I'm the princess. Come say that to the dick you beg for!” The older man was still smiling even though it had an edge of exasperation. They were in a surprisingly good place for having a few week old baby and he damn well knew it. He just couldn't help worrying about the rest of his family.

“I can't! You was too spoiled by mine last night! Can't bloody walk straight.”

“You can't do anything straight bitch. I swear you sweat glitter and jizz rainbows.” The boss huffed and followed after his future husband. He wanted to kiss him and send him off but it was also difficult to let him go. He was having more trouble than he thought he would and he didn't know if it was their baby, his dad and uncle, or a clusterfuck of it all.

“You must got a fucking pot of gold in ya cunt by now ‘en.” If he came rainbows then Colson's womb was where it almost always ended up. That seemed to shock a harder laugh from the other man who shook his head as he got closer. The boy wanted to take him back to bed and stay forever, everything was going too well since their bonding session the night before and he was worried the other shoe was a shit kicker boot about to drop.

“Corny asshole. Corny. X rated dad jokes I fucking swear.”

“It's me right and your fault. You made me a dad.” The word still made Dom's stomach flip. It had never meant something good before in his life but now it was his label and it overwhelmed him every time.

“My fault? Absolutely not. It was this one. Isn't that right? You make your daddy say silly shit, don't you little man?” The omega wouldn't admit to the goofy saccharine voice he adopted when talking to their son but he curled his fingers around Punk’s little fist to help him wave.

“Me golden ticket to dad jokes.” The Alpha hummed, crouching down in front of his partner to kiss the baby’s forehead. Col took the opportunity to playfully pat the other's cheek with that so tiny palm which Dom kissed next. “Always after me lucky charms.” He put on his best Irish accent which was actually strong since he'd had some Irish family members. He wasn't sure why he made the comment besides knowing it would make his lover laugh and it did. Hard. More than he expected. Perhaps they should try sleeping instead of fucking some nights but he doubted they would.

“Fucking psycho bitch.” Col sighed with a bright smile and a loving gaze and Dominic stood to kiss him deeply. They'd both come to realize that insult had been a term of endearment since the first day they met. While it wouldn't be a meet cute to most it was perfect for them. It was their story and it started with teasing and blood and would probably always be that way. With one last kiss Colson watched his fiancé walk away, his sight dropping to Dom's gorgeous ass as he went. “Might have to give you back to Uncle Tommy or big bro tonight. Daddy needs to remember who's boss.” He playfully hummed down to his son. He liked the thought of having some time alone with the boy but he missed his Alpha as soon as the elevator doors shut. It felt stupid but he couldn't help it. Especially not after what happened the day before.

“Hey, bro?” There was a soft voice and a quick knock on the doorframe since they hadn't closed their bedroom door. Kells sighed but looked over to Mod.

“Fuck are you still home for? Shouldn't you be helping run my business?” He didn't mean to snap and there wasn't much anger in his voice but he couldn't help being annoyed. He thought he had the house to himself and his sons but of course not.

The beta looked nervously down at his computer under his arm and rubbed the back of his inked neck. He couldn't help smiling down at the baby in his little cloth holder though. “We thought we should stay in case you needed us. Besides we've been following a hell of a trail.”

“Stop rhyming. I get rhyming every damn night in those baby books. What are you talking about? Trail? What are you after even?” Col slipped the baby free of the papoose and laid him gently in his cot. He had a feeling he was about to have to sit and stare at a computer and that was easier without a child on his chest.

Mod stepped into the room and looked around outside it before closing the door. “Dom just left right?”

“Yeah.”

“Good cause Blain is in his room and this… fuck.” The other's voice was soft but even so Colson's stomach dropped. Why shouldn't Dom or Blain hear something? What the hell had he found out now? “Remember how you wanted me to get the kid’s papers?”

“Of course.” Col nodded and felt himself shaking. He gestured to the small sofa in his room and they took a seat while Mod opened his laptop.

“You're not gonna believe this shit. Tom and I still don't.”

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Dom flipped the car keys around his finger as he reached the underground parking. He hadn't driven since the day Punk was born but Colson had suggested he try again and since the office was a ten minute walk they both thought it would be good practice. He was humming an old punk song under his breath and surprised at the pep in his own step. A few orgasms did wonders for a state of mind. When he reached the Bentley his partner owned his nostrils flared. There was a strange scent near the car like someone had been close to it recently. He clicked the unlock button on the key fob and tried to ignore the alarm bells ringing in his mind. He was being too alert he was sure, he was on edge because he knew there were enemies in his territory.

“Wha’ the fuck…” His cursed wonderment trailed off as he noticed something sticking out under the vehicle. His eyes scanned the room before he crouched down and pulled the contraption off a little too easily. It was stuck to the underside of the car with duct tape and while the punk in Dom loved the stuff, he was confused. It obviously wasn't supposed to be there, Kells wouldn't allow anything so cheaply done. As he flipped the thing over he realized what it was- or at least what it was supposed to be and he wasn't sure whether to laugh or growl. Someone had placed a rudimentary bomb on the undercarriage of his mate's car.

The smartphone strapped to the supposed explosive lit up from a call and the Alpha rolled his eyes, ripping the cords out with his fangs just to be on the safe side. He pried the cell off easily and answered the call, his gaze moving around the concrete room to catch any movement. “‘Ello. I fink you fucked up. Might you be me in-law?” He teased but he honestly didn't think Colson's bio dad would be this idiotic.

“Who? No. Shut up. You weren't supposed to answer!” The voice on the other end was obviously trying to sound deep and American but he caught the accent of home. His brow arched at the sound and the way it cracked. How young was this arsehole wannabe killer?

“But you called me! You ain't made a lot of ‘ese ‘ave ya? Tha's alright. I'll show ya ‘ow summat is supposed to explode when I get a’old of your insides. Who the fuck are you?” He growled low. He wasn't in the mood for games, he was already annoyed at the thought of having to leave his family.

“You're holding my bomb, I obviously get to ask the questions. I have the power here. You're in trouble Harrison, you killed the wrong person and stole from my family.”

Dominic didn't mean to but he couldn't help but laugh. “Right, I've got ya bomb so I fink tha' means I ‘ave the power actually. Sorry bruv but I've killed a lot of people, you'll ‘ave to be more specific.” He could feel his mind slipping to that darker state as he started prowling the car park. He didn't have a weapon on him but he didn't need one. If he could find this bastard he'd rip him apart bare handed. That sounded like exactly what he needed.

“You- you- stop messing with me. You know what you've done! You pissed in the wrong pint Dominic. You have a legion enraged with you but they let me come because you stole something of mine. I might go easy and just kill you if you give it back and turn yourself in. If not, I might have to take your bitch first.” That line made the killer see red and his senses felt turned up to eleven.

“Are we playing? ‘You killed me faver, prepare to die’? Nah. I killed me dad so I don't give a fuck if I killed yours too. I ain't stole nuffin. I might ‘ave let you go wiv a bloody warning but you fucked up. You don't talk about me mate.” If he squeezed the phone any tighter he was going to break it but it was hard to calm down. His bloodlust was making him tremble.

“You admit to killing your own father so easily? Just that is a crime against our family. You didn't just kill him though did you? You cleaned out almost all the Alphas that worked with him. You could have been something incredible one day but you're a broken Alpha. Turned against your own. For that crime and for stealing my promised mate I'll have your head Harrison.” Dom couldn't figure out what the hell he was talking about? Crimes? Family? Who was this bellend? “Give me Landon back and I might just let your bitch live. I may even leave your progeny to carry on your name. Perhaps the family would be happy to have another Alpha from your line. Landon and I can raise him as our own.”

Landon? Who- oh. “You're not laying a finger on me sons. But you should let me know wha’ family you going on about so I know who to send your pieces back to.” Dom growled. He was more than enraged. He was almost dizzy with his anger.

“Your sons? Landon isn't your son, he was your- Stop distracting me! You have one day to turn him over. You may keep this phone and let me know when you're ready to give your life and my mate to me. I'll let you say your goodbyes even though you didn't allow any of our people that courtesy. But of course that's what they get, allowing northern scum to join. Until then Harrison.” His prim and proper accent was making the man's blood boil but the moment the bastard hung up Dom cursed. He was still so confused but that last bit was just icing on the shit cake. He was always looked down on for where he was from.

The Alpha dropped the phone in his pocket and locked the car up again. He couldn't go out with someone threatening his family. The fucker knew his full name and Blain's, who the hell was he? What had they found themselves in the middle of now? What had he meant by family? His father worked with a lot of people, sure but… Actually Dom didn't know much of anything about what he father did or the friends of his he’d taken out after. He'd gone on a bit of a spree at first after his first taste of murder and he found every Alpha arsehole in his dad's phone book. He was starting to wonder if he'd missed something big and if his original confusion over Blain wasn't warranted. He could remember questioning why and how another Brit ended up in his vicinity. Had he been on to something?

He made his way back inside the Four Seasons and stopped at the front desk to ask if anyone new had been hanging around. The clerk was overly helpful and kind and he recognized the man as someone they'd saved the day his son was born. He talked to him for a few minutes and they even checked the cameras when he explained his lie of someone trying to steal their car but whoever had placed the bomb had been completely covered with a long coat and hood pulled over his head. Fuck.

“Fanks anyways. Keep an eye out for me aye?” He asked of the guy who agreed emphatically.

“Your family is getting quite the list of people not allowed on the property. We're happy to help though. I thought you should know the man from yesterday tried to come by again. He asked for Mr. Sebastian to be sent down. We logged his question and the footage and sent him on his way. We're keeping track in case Mr. Baker needs it for the police. I'm sorry we can't do more.” The way he sounded and the look he gave the killer made him wonder if the man wanted to commit crimes for them or if he was reading too much into it because his urges were too strong. Probably the latter.

“Ya did good. Fanks for telling me. Keep an eye out for anyone in tha’ coat.” Dom explained before finding his way to the elevator and back up to his home. He desperately hoped Colson wasn't pissed that he never left but he couldn't after what happened. Maybe if his mate was still worried about the office later he could leave for a bit if he knew his family was protected but he didn't think anyone else was still at home.

He realized how wrong he was when he reached the top floor and walked to the bedroom he shared with his lover. He could hear Kells talking to Mod which he knew meant Tom was also home. How weird. Their voices sounded stressed and he didn't want to interrupt but he needed to see that his family was alright with his own two eyes so after a deep breath to calm himself he knocked on the door.

“Shit! Who is it?” Col called out.

“Sorry luv, summat came up. Can I come in?” It felt odd to ask for permission to enter his own bedroom but after a moment his lover allowed and he walked in before closing the door at the other men’s urging.

“What happened? You okay?” Kells was nervous at the sight of his fiancé’s crimson gaze and furrowed brow. Had he been listening?

“Are you?” Dom was worried about his mate, the older man looked anxious but he took a moment to glance at his sleeping babe.

“Um… Just tell me what happened? We're fine.” Kells tried to soothe. He needed to check before he explained. He was scared to just dump it all on the boy since he didn't fully understand yet either. He didn't know what it would do to his partner.

“Some fuck put a shite bomb on the car. I talked to ‘im when he called to activate it.” He huffed, dropping the mess of the explosive on the coffee table in front of the sitting pair. Even Mod looked nervous. What was happening? “I fhought it were about you but now I fink it's about me. Twat said I killed a bunch of ‘family’ and I stole ‘is mate. Finks Blain is ‘is but he called ‘im Landon. He hates tha'. I'll ‘ave to ask if he knows any posh arse’ole.”

Colson shared a look with his brother and swallowed hard. After what the beta told him he wasn't exactly surprised. He hadn't expected something like this but at the same time he was almost shocked they hadn't had someone come after them sooner. “You might wanna sit down baby. Mod figured some things out.”

Dom looked between the two and felt his rage melting away on a rush of nerves and worry. He liked anger better but he couldn't hold on to it. Not when his mate was looking at him like that. “I’d like to stand fanks. Jus’ tell me.”

Col sighed and pushed a hand through his hair but he gestured to his best friend as he stood and stepped closer to his lover. He wanted to be close if Dom needed him. The beta clicked a few things on his computer before he set it on the table and bit his lip. After a moment he finally seemed to ready himself but first he texted Tom.

“Can someone talk? Starting to fink someone's dying or summat.” Dom teased but when the door opened and closed again behind him and his brother joined the group he was truly worried. It must be something terrible if they thought they needed all three of them. “Fucking talk. Now. Please Cols?”

When Colson heard his mate’s voice soft in that scared little boy way it got sometimes when he dropped the omega stepped closer and sat at the foot of their bed. He patted the mattress and after a moment the Alpha joined him but Tom walked around to sit next to Mod. “What did your dad do for a living Dom?” The photographer asked and the killer blinked at him a few times. What the bloody fuck did that have to do with anything?

“Dunno. I never fhought to ask when I was cutting ‘im open. Why?” He grumbled. He couldn't help almost sounding petulant.

“Be nice. It matters.” Tom huffed.

Mod turned the computer around and showed Dom the screen. It took him a moment to realize it had a picture of his dad with a group of other men on it. Other men he killed. “You didn't just join a crime family bro, you were born in one. Your dad was a pretty high ranking member of the mob there.” The beta explained as bluntly as possible and it felt like a punch to Dom's guts. What did that matter though? The man was dead.

“And all the-”

“Other members. I've seen Tom's blog. I know you took out almost every one of them. I get it dude, you thought you were just killing your dad's asshat friends but-” The beta chuckled. It obviously wasn't funny but what else could one do in this situation but laugh? “One by one you picked off almost every adult Alpha in this group before coming here. And they sent one of their last to find out where you went.” He explained, clicking onto another page and Dom recognized the man staring back at him as Blain's father. Bollocks.

“Wait so Blain could ‘ave been promised to one of ‘em fucks? Absolutely not.” He huffed. He wasn't going to think what he did was wrong. Those men needed killing. Part of him hated that they may have caused extra problems for his family but he still wouldn't change anything. It all led him to where he was.

“Actually…” Mod laughed again and Tom swatted the back of his head.

“We've been through much of the group's bank records and paperwork once we figured out what we were seeing. Blain might have been promised to someone else in word after what happened but before his father came after you. However, on paper…” Tom tried to take over but the pair shared a worried look and Mod pushed the laptop closer. After a moment Dom made himself look.

The Alpha couldn't believe what he was reading. The world didn't work like that. It was far too fucked up and he didn't want to believe it but he honestly wouldn't be surprised with his father. It was there in black and white and staring him in the face. A picture of paperwork they'd obviously found in Blain's father's stuff. “He's a baby compared to me.” Dom almost whimpered and he tried to swallow the pit in his throat as he turned to his mate who reached sweetly for his hand. The Alpha didn't feel like he deserved to be touched. He felt disgusting. It hadn't been his choice obviously but he was still a part of it. “Me father tried to buy Blain for me? As a bloody mate?!” Even saying it out loud didn't make it feel real but he thought he might pass out.

The universe worked in fucked up mysterious ways and somehow he'd unknowingly moved from mob to mob across the sea and he'd found his way to adopt the boy promised to be his mate from the day Blain was born. He couldn't get it straight in his mind and he didn't want to. “I guess everyfing exploded anyways.” He almost laughed. He could feel an edge of madness as he looked at the piece of shite bomb on the table.

Kells rolled his eyes and moved closer to his mate, wrapping his arm around the boy's strong shoulders. “Fuck that. Nothing is different. This just means Blain was meant to be ours. That you were meant to be mine. It's a good thing. Probably.” He tried so hard to soothe but he'd never been good at it. He could cheer his bitch up with some good head or fuck the pain away but talking it out? Reassuring him? He was lost. That was Tom's job but the man was leaving it to him.

“Liar. I jus’ dumped some bullshite on ya lap.” The boy muttered with a pout as Col pulled him closer.

“We'll figure it out together. It's not like you haven't been dealing with my shit for months. It's fair to share.” Colson teased.

“You said no rhyming.” Mod tried to lighten the mood and thankfully it made them all chuckle. That was the thing about their family, no matter where they came from or how their lives started out they took care of each other and faced dangers as one unit. It didn't matter what happened before or who was after them, they were all together and they all hoped that would matter most. It was certainly easier facing life altering madness with your family behind you, even if it was family that was screwing everything up.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 if anyone wants tagged let me know 🩷

So the plot is really starting to plot now. I'm sure they're not done being smutty boys but here is a little story in between 🤭 Poor Dom, he's feeling very overwhelmed with all this news. Let's hope he can handle it without going off the deep end. I wonder how Blain will react? We'll find out soon. I hope you're still enjoying it! ❤️‍🔥🩷🖤

[high-school-lit-tournament]

High School Lit Tournament Side C

The Master and Margarita: An audacious revision of the stories of Faust and Pontius Pilate, The Master and Margarita is recognized as one of the essential classics of modern Russian literature. The novel's vision of Soviet life in the 1930s is so ferociously accurate that it could not be published during its author's lifetime and appeared only in a censored edition in the 1960s. Its truths are so enduring that its language has become part of the common Russian speech. One hot spring, the devil arrives in Moscow, accompanied by a retinue that includes a beautiful naked witch and an immense talking black cat with a fondness for chess and vodka. The visitors quickly wreak havoc in a city that refuses to believe in either God or Satan. But they also bring peace to two unhappy Muscovites: one is the Master, a writer pilloried for daring to write a novel about Christ and Pontius Pilate; the other is Margarita, who loves the Master so deeply that she is willing literally to go to hell for him. 

We: Yevgeny Zamyatin's We is a powerfully inventive vision that has influenced writers from George Orwell to Ayn Rand. In a glass-enclosed city of absolute straight lines, ruled over by the all-powerful 'Benefactor', the citizens of the totalitarian society of OneState live out lives devoid of passion and creativity - until D-503, a mathematician who dreams in numbers, makes a discovery: he has an individual soul. Set in the twenty-sixth century AD, We is the classic dystopian novel and was the forerunner of works such as George Orwell's 1984 and Aldous Huxley's Brave New World. It was suppressed for many years in Russia and remains a resounding cry for individual freedom, yet is also a powerful, exciting and vivid work of science fiction. Clarence Brown's brilliant translation is based on the corrected text of the novel, first published in Russia in 1988 after more than sixty years' suppression.

[pfhwrittes]

"Scunnered" - what an awesome word! I'm going to have to steal it and start incorporating it into my everyday vernacular. What is your favorite UK slang? I know things can be very regional, so pick your favorite from your area! Or you can just pick your favorite overall 😁

You said you really like birds - I love toads!! I even have a tattoo of a toad and some mushrooms on my forearm. My dream is to get a full sleeve of creatures native to my state. However, I think I'm going to get a Wallace and Gromit tattoo next. I'm debating on a portrait of Wallace and Gromit or the Penguin with a gun. Either way, I'm excited!!

What slang words do you think each of the 141 would favor?

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💚💚 anon! my friend!

"scunnered" is a scottish slang word and i adore it. i've got a terrible habit of knicking slang from the people in my life and i stole this one off my friend's mum as she's scottish.

What is your favorite UK slang?

oh i can't choose! i'm going to list a few of my favourite phrases and who i stole them from.

"eeeeeeh, y'bein' a reyt mardy arse this mornin' my pie!" - stolen from my dad. "reyt mardy arse" = "really miserable"

"i'd rather shit in my 'ands an' clap t'be 'onest with yew" - stolen from my neighbour. "i'd rather shit in my 'ands an' clap" = "i'd rather do something completely vile than the task you've asked of me."

"the seats were up in the gods" - stolen from my ex-housemate. "up in the gods" = "really, really high up."

"quicker'n tucker's dog" - stolen from my dad (again). this one is VERY VERY region specific, in fact it's only used in one teeny tiny part of north yorkshire by VERY few people. "quicker'n tucker's dog" = "quicker than the tucker family's dog" = fast as fuck!

"halfa one, sixa dozen of the ovver" - stolen from my mum. "halfa one, sixa dozen of the ovver" = "one and the same". it's widely used everywhere but it's the fact that my mum doesn't pronounce the "th" noise in "other" that really makes it for me.

"it's a dreich day oot." - stolen from my friend's mum (again). "it's a dreich day oot" = "it's a miserable day out there"

"i may not be right but i'm never wrang" - stolen from my friend's mum (again). (side note: this isn't slang, it's glaswegian scots). it means "i may not be correct but i'm never wrong (in my opinion)"

"my 'ead is 'owlin'" - stolen from my ex-housemate. it means that your head is hurting (usually from a hangover).

i love that you're a fan of toads! i have such a soft spot for amphibians. i don't have any tattoos (yet) but i'm planning a sleeve of UK corvids! (choughs, jays, magpies, crows, ravens, jackdaws)

if my opinion has any sway, i vote getting a tattoo of Feathers McGraw. i love that criminal penguin so much. fantastic news if you're a fan of wallace and gromit, aardman are releasing a new wallace and gromit film vengeance most fowl in january 2025!

What slang words do you think each of the 141 would favor?

this is such a fantastic question! i think i've talked about it before in my pfh talks about england tag!

i think out of all of them, soap and ghost use the least amount of slang terminology (ghost because he chose to flatten his manc accent to distance himself from *~*~trauma~*~* and soap because he was sick to death of hearing "speak proper english, mactavish!") BUT it'll still slip out when they're stressed/tired/drunk (thank you alone mission for letting neil ellice use scots). so it makes it much harder to say what slang words they prefer.

conversely, i can see gaz and price (who i headcanon to be middle class) switching registers to sound less posh (it's a real thing and it pisses me right off. my accent/speech patterns are mocked for sounding "common" but it's absolutely fine for them to steal them so they don't sound up themselves? fuck off).

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Thousands without power after Typhoon Haikui batters Taiwan

TAIPEI, Sept 4 (Reuters) – Taiwan worked to restore power to more than 30,000 households after Typhoon Haikui barrelled into the east and south of the island, as cities and counties in the affected areas closed schools and businesses and domestic airlines cancelled flights. Haikui made landfall in the mountainous and sparsely populated far southeast of Taiwan on Sunday afternoon, the first…

[thecozykirin]

Day 5 - Altruistic

@daily-writing-challenge It had been several days since the caravan arrived to Boralus and suffice to say, Etheline's stomach had finally settled enough to venture out into the streets. Everyone seemed off doing their own thing at the moment, with Kimiko dragging her parents around, Ozan no doubt trying to find them more trade contracts and Berwin was sleeping off the violent bouts of vomiting from that bad shrimp he had picked up from a street merchant. While her eyes shifted from side to side, bobbing and weaving through the usual busy crowd, she felt something tug at the side of her waist and just before she could investigate, the cord came loose and whatever had snatched it quickly darted back the way they came with a flash of a tattered brown coat. "Oi!" Etheline snapped loudly as she went into immediately pursuit. "Stop!" Whoever the thief was, they were small and knew these streets quite well from how they bobbed and weaved through the tight corners of buildings that a visitor would have passed over. By the time Etheline had finally caught the thief by the coat, she was red faced and panting, ready to tear the pickpocket a new one before -- She paused. Writhing within her iron grip, she had caught a boy no older than eight by the scruff of his coat. A thin layer of grime coated his face and brown hair, and there were circles beneath his eyes. "Okay, okay! I'm sorrih! Don't call t'guards, you can 'av it back!" Etheline took note of the accent, definitely not a boy of noble birth. "Wha' were you 'hinking, boy? I've 'alf 'he mind 'o 'an your 'ide." The boy's face blanched. "Ar didn't mean nowt bih it, onest! tarms are turr these days, y'know!" Etheline narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing him for a moment...before she began to gradually lower him to his feet. "m goin 'o le' you down, bu' you be''er no' go runnin off aw else I'll dangle you by your 'oe nex' 'ime I ca'ch you, understand?" The boy nodded quickly, eyes as wide as saucers and a soft breath of relief left pale and cracked lips as the soles of his shoes met with the uneven surface of the alley dirt. "Now then." Etheline straightened up, arms crossed as she subtly moved between him and his only exit. "Where are your parents?" "Off workin, m'am." The boy responded quickly, a bit too quickly for Etheline's liking. "Workin 'emselves t' t' bones, that's whih i'm doin wahr I'm doin." Etheline's head canted. "They knah you're ou' 'ere 'hievin?" The boy quickly shook his head. "Nah, m'am! it would brairk their eart it would. E-even moreso fah a nice ladih t' gur out o' ah wair t' tell 'um." As the boy spoke, Etheline took note of his features. His clothes looked as though they hadn't been properly washed in weeks, random scraps of fabric no doubt picked up off the street patching a hole here and there. His gloves were frayed, exposing skinny fingers. Etheline frowned at the sight, inhaling slightly through her nose before asking. "Wha's your name?" The boy blinked. "M'nairm. m'am?" "Aye, y'got one, don't you?"

"Olivah." He squinted up at her. Etheline squinted back. "No surname?" "Mum told m't nevah give m'full nairm t' strangers." He retorted. "Oh? bu' she never 'augh' you no' 'o stick your fingers in 'heir pocke's?" Etheline snipped back, puffing her cheeks out before falling silent in a moment of thought. "Alrigh', off you go 'hen. Jus' don'' le' me ca'ch you do 'ha' again. Some people who pass 'hrough 'ere wouldn'' 'esi'a'e 'o dunk you in 'he sea faw 'ha'." Oliver blinked, looking down at the coin purse still clutched within his brittle fingers. "Y'don't want y'purse back?"

Etheline shook her head. "Keep i'. No' much in 'here anyways bu'…'opefully i''ll be enough faw some'hin faw you." She sidestepped and motioned for him to go. "Go on now, ge'." Oliver stared at Etheline, perplexed. Hadn't she just threatened to hang him by his toes a moment ago? Cautiously, like a stray cat, he edged around her with his head low. "Ta, m'am. Tides blessings 'n arl tha'!" He then took off before Etheline could mutter a proper response. Oliver, she'd remember that name....

[mikuni14]

Only Friends Ep 8

I'm starting to wonder how they'll cope with life after college, based on what I saw in this episode.

Sand: tries to set boundaries, tries to limit contacts with Ray, is open to starting a new chapter (new relationship), unfortunately love makes him give in to Ray. Nevertheless, Sand is doing something, moving forward, taking care of his affairs. Sand generally seems to be able to do well in life, his weakness is love, although, let's be onest, it is only a matter of the object of his feelings. Top: he maintains an admirable calm throughout his interactions with Mew, even when he is publicly humiliated, only losing his temper when provoked by people who are not Mew (like Sand and Ray). Top doesn't make excuses for what he did, he doesn't fight, he is willing to sacrifice his dignity for Mew. Top seems to be able to do well in life, he takes initiative, love is his strength and motivation for change. What I like about Top is that he takes responsibility for his actions, probably the only one of them all, and he doesn't sink deeper and deeper in "nastiness" as they all tend to do. I liked how he takes responsibility for what happens to Mew. Nick: he also takes action, he both tries to gest Boston back and works on his career and future, he gets a job, we see him being active. He has life outside his love affairs. It seems to me that Nick will do well in life, love motivates him (not necessarily positively), although it is related to the "quality" of the object of his affection (same as with Sand). With a "good" guy, I think Nick can create a successful relationship. Boston: the king of this episode 👑. He caused the most mess and chaos and he simply shows up at the party, joins the guy with whom he had a scandal, which messed up his life and, on top of that, starts another problematic relationship. How can I not like him, my hands are tied. Boston sets boundaries with Nick and unlike Sand, he's sticking to them (at least for now). I wonder if Atom will be a new version of Nick (it seems that he was specifically targeting Boston) or if he will adapt to him. This may be the case after he was fine with keeping their hook up a secret. I feel like Boston is the only one of them all who isn't looking for love, probably doesn't even want it. Boston completely dissociates himself from Nick and is able to ignore him, which proves his lack of feelings for him (completely different from when compared to Mew). Will Boston make it in life? Hmm, with so much sass, confidence and arrogance, he has to lmao. Boston's problem is underestimating other people and their feelings, and it can harm him, as it harmed him now (and Boston didn't learn from that).

Mew: he may have a problem in his adult life, because so far nothing has happened in his lukewarm, boring and bland life, so he was coping well: he was a good student, he had no conflicts. With the first major problem, Mew lost all control over himself and his life. And it was just a heartbreak. On the scale of life's problems, although painful, it is still not the worst. In addition, Mew's problem has become a problem of others. He didn't start it, he was a victim in all this, but when shit hit the fan, he couldn't deescalate it, handle it, or even try to handle it, the problem spread to everyone. I mean, literally everyone was sudddenly involved. I don't blame him, this is probably the first major bad event in his life. But this spiral of self-destruction is very telling. Ray: well, he... screams. At this point, I don't see how Ray's life will improve after college. Mainly for one reason - Ray has zero reflection on his life. Ray doesn't face ANY consequences for his actions, which ends with him having an accident - in which he is, again!, extremely lucky, someone else saves him and after which he has no reflections. He treats the punishment given as something to be done and forgotten and an opportunity to flirt with Sand (I must admit that this scene irritated me af). Ray is kept afloat by his friends and the closeness with them forced by their studies, but after graduation each of his friends will start their own lives, will have to find a job, an apartment… no one will have time for him. Over time, the presence of a drunk and drug addict who is one step away from killing himself or other people will become a burdensome acquaintance. The sad truth is that unless Ray wants to improve himself (I mean heal), he will simply have no life, possibly literally. Can Sand help him? I doubt it, Sand makes alcohol himself, and in this episode he proved that even though he wants to, he can't set boundaries with him. I'm afraid Ray needs to hit rock bottom for real change to happen in his life. Unfortunately, after everyone around him keeps saving him, he still misses the real consequences of his choices.

Personally, I found it funny how after Ray confronted the imaginary "boyfriend Mew" with the real "boyfriend Mew" he immediately started looking for Sand's company 😃 Unfortunately, Ray is too drunk or high and too self-centered to connect the dots.

Of all of them, Top behaves the most maturely, because being responsible for yourself, for your actions and choices, and facing the consequences, even the unpleasant ones, is a sign of maturity.

I'm looking forward to Daddy Dan with Nick, although I hope that the boss-subordinate relationship will be more Jun&Jun, less Step by Step. I don't need a new drama, this time work-related 😑

[thesoulprophecies]

‘We’ by Yevgeny Zamyatin

Yevgeny Zamyatin was a Russian author born in February 1884. He studied engineering for the Imperial Russian Navy, lost his faith in Christianity, became an Atheist and a Marxist, and joined the Bolshevik faction of the Russian Social Democratic Labour Party. Zamyatin used literature to satirize and criticise the Soviet Union for its enforced conformity and totalitarianism.

‘We’ is his most famous novel and was the first work banned by the Soviet censorship board, Zamyatin smuggled ‘We’ to the West for publication. After being blacklisted, Zamyatin left his homeland and died in poverty in Paris in 1937. ‘We’ apparently inspired Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World, Ayn Rand’s Anthem, George Orwell’s Nineteen Eighty-Four, Kurt Vonnegut’s Player Piano, and Ursula K. Le Guin’s The Dispossessed. ‘We’ received a  Prometheus Award in 1994.

I have to admit, I read George Orwell’s Nineteen Eighty-Four a few years ago but I haven’t read any of the other works inspired by Zamyatin’s ‘We’. I have copies of Huxley’s Brave New World and Kurt Vonnegut’s Player Piano waiting for me to pick them up, along with a dozen or so other books I’ve been meaning to read. After finishing ‘We’ a couple of days ago, I could definitely see the similarities to George Orwell’s Nineteen Eighty-Four, even down to the individual characters and the decisions they make. The endings of both novels share similarities, although I found Nineteen Eighty-Four’s ending more disturbing.

I’ll try to avoid giving away too many spoilers, but to summarise ‘We’, I found the novel strange, confusing and a bit difficult to follow at times. Though one could argue that the novel starts off rigid, precise and logical, and then descends into chaos and spontaneity as the story progresses, mimicking how the main character’s thoughts and emotions change.  ‘We’ is set in a police-state called OneState, ruled by a mysterious figure known as The Benefactor, in a glass city cut off from the wild, outside world; ‘the unalterably straight streets, the sparkling glass of the sidewalks, the divine parallelepipeds of the transparent dwellings…’ The characters can see everyone and everything that is going on with the exception of when the blinds are lowered during the ‘personal hours’. The characters live according to ‘The Table of Hours’ where every hour is mapped out with certain activities that everyone must adhere to, except for the personal hours (16:00 to 17:00 and 21:00 to 22:00). During the novel the main character gladly believes and states that ‘one day all 86,400 seconds will be on The Table of Hours’. Everything from making machines, to creating music and poetry has been worked out with specific formulas, anything which deviates from these formulas is seen as a crime against OneState and the Benefactor.

The citizens of OneState believe and celebrate order, precision and numbers. Certain emotions like ‘Love’ are seen as primitive feelings belonging to distant ancestors and not to the citizens of OneState. ‘OneState mounted an attack on that other ruler of the world, Love. Finally this element was also conquered, i.e., organized, mathematicised…’  Individuality and imagination are also supressed by OneState, the main character states when referring to their ancestors, ‘They could only create by whipping themselves up to attacks of ‘inspiration’ some unknown form of epilepsy’. The citizens ridicule and laugh at reproduced performances from the world before OneState, as it is seen as chaotic, unorganised and distasteful. The control and strict order over their lives is seen as beautiful and the ideal state of happiness.

The novel is written in chapters titled ‘Records’ as the main character records his thoughts and observations about OneState that he hopes will be on ‘the INTEGRAL’, a rocket that will be sent into space carrying OneState’s ideals and principles to other planets. ‘The unknown beings who inhabit other planets – still living, it may be, in the primitive state known as freedom.’ The citizens of OneState believe they are more evolved and superior to their ancestors who had freedom, ideas, and unorganised lives. During the novel the main character is forced to question the ideals of OneState and feels emotions which he concludes must mean he has a soul. He finds himself turning away from order and ‘The Table of Hours’ and doesn’t want to go back to the life he had before, but knows he could be killed for having such thoughts and feelings. However, when OneState come up with a solution to rid its citizen’s of the burden of a soul, the main character avoids it for as long as he can.

‘We’ is an interesting novel and definitely worth reading if you have already read Orwell’s Nineteen Eighty-Four and intend to read the other novels inspired by ‘We’. The novel shows what a society might look like if every moment of our lives were controlled and ordered with little personal space or privacy. It also highlights the view of apparent happiness when compared to control and freedom. The spontaneity of human emotion and how it can’t be controlled without physically altering the human brain and the unnatural behaviour of those without emotions, no matter how painful those emotions may be. The novel gives an insight into the human psyche and what it means to be human, the good and the bad.

[gunsatthaphan]

Oh how I feel you about all the shows ending😭 I got so attached to MSP The Wrap Effect and MLC! (I have yet to finish NLMG so that is in hiatus not necessarily cuz I didn't like it but I just lost the rithem cuz I lost one episode and I didn't watch it soon enough and it became a domino effect)

I didn't expect to get so attached to both MSP and TWE from both the mock trailer but the official ones where so much better and I decided to give them a shot and I was sold! I already miss them!

And I will be onest I have not high expectations for ABAAB, also Drake is on my watch list at the moment...

Then for the Lakorns/not BLs

UNG is alien themed and I don' really like aliens so I will try to watch it

but I have to say I am exited fot Midnight Museum more than I thought I would!

But Yeah I am gonna miss all this shows😢

I feel you anon.

I had a very hard time letting go of the warp effect yesterday djkghdf that show just means so much to me. MLC is gonna be a hard one too for sure; I wasn't 100% convinced by it in the beginning but now I can't imagine life without it fjkgdhf

MSP had me at the start but I lost interest later on, although the finale was nice so that one was sad to see go, too.

Never Let Me Go on the other hand,,, I'm ready to let that go lmao. no attachment whatsoever.

A Boss and a Babe is gonna be Star in My Mind 2.0 and I think we all know that lmao. New is behind the camera which means we're in for silly jokes, cheesy lines and sniff kisses jdfgk. But it's okay. I'm just glad I have something to watch on Fridays lol.

UMG did not catch my attention at all so I will pass on that. Midnight Museum I'm not sure yet. the trailer confused me too much to be intrigued but we shall see. I might watch it for Gun anyway lol.

but all in all gmmtv has been feeding us well these last few months and I really hope the streak continues with their new shows because I need something to look forward to throughout the year lol.

xxx

[ronmanmob]

Continued from (x) with @tarnishedhalo​

The prompt and question earned Ron one of those exceedingly rare full and unguarded smiles that both emphasized that Beth wasn't the only one of the Rileys who was fangy, and that brought to life his own deep dimples. The way he turns his head causes the bar lamps to cast him in golden light, tarnishing his dark hair with its natural blonde highlights. The tip of his tongue rolls against the back of his teeth.

"Yeah, okay, Rawnie," the New York Irish drawl of his friend's name is nothing he can help, but it's still a intimate step-up from the the whole 'Kray' part. As if he's never known anyone to have a given name. Of course Riley keeps a list in his head of qualities both good and bad. Each of them slivers beneath the usually pristine veneer he wears though his hair's getting a touch long, and he's not been too careful with the razor.

"The pro is...I know like hundreds of different love songs, any genre or era you like, an' not just American ones." He spreads his hands on the table-top, gives them a flex. "Acoustic, electric...can play any guitar.  Can play the piano, drums ~including the bodhran. Violin. Harmonica. And everyone loves a music man, right? Plus I'm hell in the kitchen, and I'm house-broken." He doesn't elaborate on what that last means but delivers it with a chuckle.

"The Con? I'm old-fashioned. I don't really do one night stands, and I'm very careful who I let in my inner circle. Introducing someone into the family can be hard, what with my sister, and because it takes me a while to get used to someone new. Especially after havin' danced with the Devil and the mess she made when we divorced. Also...I'm told I'm bossy as fuck, take with a grain of salt or three." There's a split second where he's unguarded and there's something fairly young and vulnerable resting against the back of his eyes that shades the rest of his mien. It gets shrugged off with a lift of his whiskey, and a snake-like strike at the next card in the pile. "Hypothetically speaking, if you could ask your future self one question, what would it be, and why?"

Ever the attentive listener, Ron followed the eddies and swells of his pal’s answer with obvious interest - flicker-smiles and little half nods in all the right spots through the narrative. He’d heard enough about the man’s dance with what he called the Devil not to need to ask and ruin the mood. Note of her earned a scowl’s implication, but it died away before it or she could sour the mood. The rest - the pros and the con - were all sunshine and even numbers and known of by the publican too. He and Riley went back a little ways now. He’d met the music man and the master chef, and the bossy fucker too, by ‘n by. And for all there were times they’d butt heads, he did like him. 

Ron watched Riley’s hands as he reached for the next card; sipped his drink - G&T with ice and cucumber - as the question on it was put to him. A grinning response came instantly-

“This week’s lot’ry numbahs, aye?”

-and was spoke through as snigger as Ron leaned in a companionable couple of inches, as if he was sharing a sneaky little secret between just them two. That snigger kicked up for a couple’a beats, then eased away as Ron waved the comment off with his free hand. He had no real use for those numbers now, much as the penniless lad he still was at his core would’ve done things unspeakable once upon a time for a sudden lift out of poverty for himself and his family. Now-Ron though, present day Ron-- His wants and needs meandered down different paths and so, because of this, did his curiosities.

“--I fink” he said, the relative slowness of how he shared what he went on to indicative of the depth at which he felt it within himself. “Onest ‘n true ‘n not jokin’ no more...I’d ask if I was ‘appy...Money, yeah?...It don’t bring yah ‘appiness. It...smooves th’way t’makin’ a life tha’ll make yah ‘appy, bu’ it don’t bring it in i’self.” A slight, consideratory pause came on. It bought on a moment’s silence that ended with a fractional nod, Ron’s commentary picking up from where it’d broken off more seamlessly than it often did. “I know tha’ now, where I didn’t b’fore...So I’d wanna know if I made it in a way tha’ mattahs, as well as in a way tha’ don’t mattah so much, grand scheme.” 

A sip from his G&T was the period on that thought, Mr Flippant Sniggers coming right on back to the fore as glass met table and Ron went for the next card on the pile between ‘em.

“Right-” A glance at the card over his glasses so he could dictate its query. “-Name one’a your ‘eroes ‘n tell us why they’re one.”