#though i think the only consistent one i can see is orion's belt

[johnnysuhbmarine]

no one understands the heartbreakingly soft late night dreamie texts i am holding onto in my drafts. for fake texts i designed to be comforting, it's a little discomforting how good a job i did with them (for myself, i can't speak on their effectiveness for the rest of you. again, i'm a very self-indulgent writer). like i just sit here with my creation and can't believe i am alone in reading it right now. there's something beautiful about it, but i also can't wait to share it with you and rid myself of the strange feeling.

sigh...you'll all get them eventually, and i am not at all sorry for how long some of them are

[jaderabbitt]

Delphinus (1/?)

howdy y’all. I wrote this chapter of garbo instead of doing my university work. didn’t exactly like how it came out/where it went so it might be going in the “dead idea; don’t continue” pile unless people like it enough. so like it or i pull out the glock.

warnings: none? unless angst triggers you (promise it wont be the whole story tho)

This was it. This was where you died.

As you lie in a back alley in a pool of your own blood, you stared up at the night sky. Remembering all of the memories you made under this same Egyptian sky, you couldn’t help but find your comrades in the stars.

You would’ve giggled thinking about Iggy on his hind legs, begging for coffee gum, as Lupus, if you could move a muscle. The tales of Ophiuchus, the man holding the snake, reminded you of Joseph and his Hermit Purple. You thought of Auriga, and its translation to “charioteer”, which made you sigh a little deeper than your body would’ve wanted. Wincing, you thought of Aquila, the eagle, and visioned it to be Magician’s Red. You spotted Orion’s belt, and remembered what Kakyoin had told you about the brightest constellation in the sky.

“Since it’s located on the celestial equator, Orion can be seen throughout the world. Neat, right, (Y/N)?”

You wouldn’t dare forget Delphinus. It brought as much of a smile as you could handle to your face, faintly recalling the ever so subtle change in Jotaro’s face when you had mentioned that there was a dolphin constellation.

Previously uninterested, Jotaro had his interest piqued, and was staring at you now as you described the tale of the constellation Delphinus.

“According to Greek mythology, Delphinus the dolphin was Poseidon’s messenger to a nymph he wanted to marry. Delphinus was the only one to get the nymph to accept, so Poseidon memorialized him among the stars. It’s my favorite constellation!”

Jotaro hummed in acknowledgement, shifting against the desert rock you two had settled by as to not disturb the other sleeping Crusaders, Taking the last huff of his cigarette, he snuffed it out on the ground. Looking back to you, he couldn’t help but gaze at your awed face. You had been shocked to see that all the stars were visible in the desert, where there was no light pollution. He could see you imprinting them all to memory as you smiled brightly.

Little did you know, you were his favorite star.

As you looked back at him, you noted the small crack in his normally stoic facade, and that was the miniscule curve upwards of his lips. You wrote it off as simply his interest in marine life, as you gathered from his choice of leisure reading.

You still committed the image to memory, just like the stars you loved.

You were harshly brought back to reality as you spit up blood, coughing wildly even though it hurt to move. Your stand, Seven Wonders, lay parallel to you, slowly dimming in visibility as your mental fortitude began to diminish. You fondly remembered how you named it.

“If I live to see the...Seven Wonders...I’ll make a path to the rainbow’s end..” you sung to yourself, washing the dishes and having your stand dry them after a long night of cooking for one. The radio was on the counter a bit ways away from the both of you, playing Seven Wonders by Fleetwood Mac, one of the chart hits from the summer of ‘87. As you looked over to the unnamed prismatic being by your side, you decided that it was time to give it a name.

Your eyelids felt heavier and heavier, coercing you to close them, but you knew what that would entail. As you struggled to keep your eyes open, you blurrily made out the figure of a woman in white. She seemed to have her head wrapped in a white scarf, and the rest of her attire consisted of a modest wrap-around white dress. She appeared to be walking closer, in slow motion. 

Perhaps the most clear minded thought you had in the past few minutes was that God was a woman, she was Muslim, and that those two things made a lot of sense. You could faintly hear her calling out to you, but you couldn’t discern what it was that she was saying. You supposed that this was the end, and finally allowed your eyes to close.

What you didn’t expect was to wake up.

On someone’s couch.

Was that a Cabbage Patch doll? It was kinda creepy.

No, bad. Focus.

You deduced that you were in someone’s home, most likely still in Cairo, judging by the buildings in the window you were facing. You were clearly bandaged, as your chest was constricted by some sort of binding, as well as your legs. Your left arm was against your chest in some sort of makeshift sling. As you tried to call out for whoever it was that was clearly taking care of you, your throat decided otherwise. You were thrown into a coughing fit, clearly from disuse. In doing so, you accomplished your goal anyways, as your coughs seemed to alert whoever was in the rest of the apartment? House?

You heard the patter of light steps coming near you, but what you hadn’t expected was big, curious, brown eyes staring into yours. A child.

Who barraged you with more questions than you could answer yourself.

“You’re awake! Finally! It’s been days! What’s your name? Where did you come from? How did you get hurt? Are you an American? Umi told me stories of America!”

All you could do was give an exasperated sigh, and point to your throat, while dryly saying, “W..ate..r..” 

The little girl seemed to get what you were saying, and you could almost visibly see the exclamation mark above her head.

“Oh, do you want water? I can get you water!” she said, about to run off, before she walked into something soft with an “oof!”, looking up to see her mother with a glass of water.

“Umi, the foreigner is awake! Can they play with me ye-” her mother cut her off by giving her a delicate command in a language you didn’t recognize, and the little girl pouted before going somewhere out of your current range of vision. The older lady held the glass of water to your lips, and you gratefully gulped it down like it was ambrosia. 

A thick, but calming, accented voice broke the silence. “What is your name, habibi?” the woman asked softly, sitting cross-legged by your face to meet it. You gave her your name, and she nodded before giving you a once-over, making sure blood hadn’t peaked through the new bandages she had given you earlier in the day,

“What happened to you? If you don’t remember, do not strain yourself.” she assured you, but you were just trying to come up with a story that didn’t involve vampires or strange manifestations of mental strength.

“I...got into an accident. Dragged myself into the alley.” you offered, though you weren’t confident that she bought the excuse. “My friends...Has anyone been looking for me? I came with a group..” you asked, looking around to see if any sign of them was present.

The look on the woman’s face told you what you needed to know.

“Do you have anyone I can call? A parent or guardian?” she asked, looking at you with such pity that made you almost angry.

“No. I have no family.” you answered bitterly, holding back your tongue as you regretted using such a sharp tone with someone who helped you out of the goodness of their heart.

“That is alright. You are more than welcome to stay with me and Jamila.”

[robertmcangusgroup]

The Daily Thistle

The Daily Thistle – News From Scotland

Thursday 5th October 2017

"Madainn Mhath” …Fellow Scot, I hope the day brings joy to you…. The weather is very cold a clear this morning, 14c was indicated as I left to walk with Bella, I even put a scarf around my neck in a feeble attempt to keep warm.. but the joy of the cold weather is that all the stars are visible, and the Milky Way looks like a thick twisted rope as it stretches across the heavens.. even without a telescope star clusters can be seen clearly, the seven sisters stand proud and Orion’s belt is displayed in all its glory…

OAP FINDS FIRST PAY PACKET 62 YEARS AFTER HANDING IT TO HIS MUM…. A Greenock pensioner unearthed his first ever pay packet - 62 years after giving it to his mother for safekeeping. Michael Doherty, 77, made the discovery when he was clearing out his mother’s home after she was transferred to a nearby care home. After his first week of work as an apprentice builder in 1955 he went straight home and gave his mother his two pounds, 15 shillings, and ninepence worth of wages, roughly £67 in today’s money. At the time his mum Margaret, 104, said she would keep hold of the money and give it back to Michael “one day”. But the wages were forgotten and Michael was surprised to find the small brown envelope 62 years after taking it home. He said: “My mother was taken into a care home so I started clearing out her house. “I was looking through some of the old stuff when I stumbled across the envelope which was an old pay poke of mine - I couldn’t believe it.” Michael said he left St Mary’s School and “walked straight into” a job as an apprentice builder at the age of 15.

HARRY POTTER FANS GET SCOTLAND’S FIRST NATIONAL QUIDDITCH TEAM…. Scotland’s first national quidditch team is set to compete in the Quidditch Premier League - and one potential player says it’s not all about Harry Potter. The elite league that represents the muggle version of the sport in the United Kingdom will have a team representing Scotland, the country where the inventor of the game was born, for the first time. Inspired by J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter series, quidditch has developed into its own sport, with 20,000 competing international players in 25 competing countries. Try-outs for the Scottish Thistles will be held in spring next year and one hopeful says you don’t have to be a big Potter fan to play. Kieran Newton, 21, has been playing quidditch for more than a year and is “very excited” about the first Scottish team to enter the premier league. The intern at technology company IBM was introduced to the sport while studying at Edinburgh Napier University He said: “It’s such great fun and I am really looking forward to next season starting. “My friend at university asked me if I wanted to play a game, and I just thought ‘oh that’s not even real.’ ��But I went along and I loved it from the first minute - it’s a brilliant game. “I am not a mad Harry Potter fan - I have seen the films and read some of the books - I guess I enjoy it as much as the next person, but I enjoy Quidditch for the sport. “It’s a great way to keep fit and everyone is really nice.

THRILL-SEEKERS SCALE 400FT GLASGOW TOWER WITHOUT A HARNESS…. Two daredevil climbers scaled the Glasgow Tower without a harness, and captured it all on video. Ally Law and friend Adam Marr snuck on to the observation tower before ascending around 400ft to the top, offering astounding, albeit queasy, views of Glasgow. The structure was built in 2001 but has been shut for about two thirds of its lifespan, re-opening to the general public in 2014. Law, from Southampton, was unaware of the building even though his father's side of the family are from the city before people suggested it as his next climb. "It was actually an easy climb but doing it with my backpack proved to be difficult as I had about 20kgs of equipment in there," said the 20-year-old. The video has been watched more than 43,000 times. https://youtu.be/M9zTMvjV0hQ

CHAIN RESTAURANTS OPENING AT FASTER RATE IN SCOTLAND AS INDIAN AND CHINESE EATERIES ARE REPLACED BY CAFE CULTURE…. Chain restaurants are opening at a faster rate in Scotland than other areas of the UK, new figures have revealed - while nationwide figures show that pubs, Indian and Chinese restaurants are shutting down in favour of a café culture. The number of new food and beverage outlets opening across the UK reached a new peak in the last 12 months, driven by a spike in new independent coffee shops and tearooms and chain coffee shops. The last year saw 1,333 new restaurants and cafes open across Britain, according to a report from the Local Data Company, almost double the number of the previous year. North of the border, there are 1.3 per cent more food and beverage outlets than there was a year ago, while the number of chain restaurants has risen by 3.4 per cent. Edinburgh has seen a number of chain restaurants, including Wahaca and The Ivy open in the new St Andrew Square development. However, across the UK, Indian and Chinese restaurants, as well as traditional pubs, are closing, while the number of new coffee shops is rocketing. Vegan restaurants have also experienced significant growth, with the number of new outlets more than doubling from eight to 17 in the past 12 months. Other cuisines to enjoy a boost are Jamaican, Middle Eastern, Carribean, Turkish and American. Matthew Hopkinson, spokesman for LDC, said: “The growth of food and beverage outlets across Great Britain has been consistent and strong. For many high streets, shopping centres and retail parks it is now an essential part of their offer, where previously one in ten units would have been typical to see, now one in four or even three is the norm across all locations.

SECRET BUNKER BOSS WHO SAID GHOST TOUCHED GIRL CLEARED OF SEX ASSAULT…. A tourist attraction boss who told police a girl he was accused of sexually assaulting at a former Cold War nuclear bunker she was “attacked by a ghost” was today cleared of the charges. James Mitchell - who runs the Scotland’s Secret Bunker museum in north east Fife - was alleged to have sexually assaulted two young women, one aged just 15, in separate attacks four years apart in sleeping accommodation at the underground bunker. Mitchell, of Lower Largo, denied the charges against him at Dundee Sheriff Court and stood trial over five days. Today a jury found Mitchell guilty on the charge of assaulting the girl that he later claimed had been touched by a ghost. But because the jury found the second charge not proven - and the case relied on both offences being proven beyond a reasonable doubt for a conviction on either - a sheriff was forced to acquit him of all the charges. One of his alleged victims told the jury that a man fitting Mitchell’s description had entered the bedroom where she was sleeping at around 4am, put his hand under the covers and touched her leg before sneaking out of the room. She got up and, with a friend, left the bunker in the dead of night. The second girl told how she was 15 at the time of the incident and that Mitchell had tried to kiss her before placing his hands on her private parts. She said she told him no before he went on to carry out a sex act on her. The court heard from Sergeant Kevin Petrie (36) who interviewed Mitchell over the first alleged attack, said to have taken place in August or September 2011. Mitchell was asked if he had carried out the assault - which he denied, claiming he had only heard about the alleged attack from a relative. Sergeant Petrie asked him: “What were you told or what do you think happened?” Mitchell replied: “It was that long ago but somebody touched her leg. “It was supposed to be a ghost because my daughter has seen ghosts in the place. “We have had seances and lots of spiritual people in, spiritual people come down all the time. “There was supposed to be ghosts.

On that note I will say that I hope you have enjoyed the news from Scotland today,

Our look at Scotland today is of the Milky Way over Scotland...

A Sincere Thank You for your company and Thank You for your likes and comments I love them and always try to reply, so please keep them coming, it's always good fun, As is my custom, I will go and get myself another mug of "Colombian" Coffee and wish you a safe Thursday 5th October 2017 from my home on the southern coast of Spain, where the blue waters of the Alboran Sea washes the coast of Africa and Europe and the smell of the night blooming Jasmine and Honeysuckle fills the air…and a crazy old guy and his dog Bella go out for a walk at 4:00 am…on the streets of Estepona…

All good stuff....But remember it’s a dangerous world we live in

Be safe out there…

Robert McAngus