When your friend asks you to do a reading of her love-life
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Florence and the Machine at last night’s Spotify event in Brooklyn. As Florence began to sing Sky Full of Song a literal storm began to hit, she never faltered and embraced the storm.
Watching this was an ethereal experience
this queen literally summoned a storm during her performance when will your fave ever control the weather with such accuracy
C or D and Leverage? (your art’s amazing btw!!)
Ramen are one of the best confort foods.
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YAY RAMEN
For folks who really get into ramen there’s also the blog The Ramen Rater, with comprehensive reviews of the quality of noodles, broth, and whatever else comes with a pack or cup.
Lately, I’ve been loving stirring a couple of raw beaten eggs into a base of tonkotsu (Sapporo Ichiban makes one with chicken, and it’s SO GOOD) or gomtang/seollontang (Paldo’s amazing for that) and adding leeks. It’s so comforting.
Yo my sister taught me how to do this, and like, it’s amazing how much better it is.
holy shit this sounds delicious
Sebastian Stan on the set of Avengers: Infinity War (x)
You cannot convince me that Eliot Spencer isn’t Bucky’s grandson.
😳
HEADCANNON ACCEPTED.
Look, I’m not saying that this is 100% the sort of fic that @copperbadge would write except that is exactly what I’m saying
HAPPY SATURDAY
Parker and Hardison knew Elliot had finally settled when he disappeared for a couple of days and returned with a carefully packed crate of herb plants in decorative pots and a small fireproof safe full of photographs.
Well, technically they knew he’d really settled when he unpacked the photographs and hung them up in the kitchen. (By this time Parker had already accidentally killed the paprika plant.)
“Who’s that?” she asked, sitting on the counter, watching Elliot carefully hang a photograph of a beautiful, dangerous-looking woman next to the refrigerator (far from the heat and splatters of the stove).
“Granny Peggy,” Elliot said, and gave no extra information, as if the name itself was sufficient.
“Your grandma?” Parker asked.
“Sorta how Hardison’s Nana is,” Elliot said.
“I hear my name?” Hardison yelled from the other room.
“Come look, Elliot’s Sharing Things,” Parker called. Hardison’s head popped into the kitchen.
“Like snacks?”
“Look, that’s his Granny Peggy,” Parker pointed.
Hardison stared at Elliot. “You are Peggy Carter’s grandson?” he asked.
“No! We just called her that. Also how the hell do you know who Peggy Carter is?” Elliot said, at the same time Parker squeaked, “I thought Peggy Carter was a myth!”
(There is a readmore below. Read more!)
@spoopy-miakitty !!!!!!!!!!
I NEED A WHOLE MULTICHAPTER FIC OF THEIR EMAIL CORRESPONDENCES
Elliot: Are you aware that when you email me, the profile picture that pops up is Kermit the Frog in a cowl?
Bucky: Who’s Kermit the Frog?
Elliot: How do I even explain this.
Shuri: HOLD MY COCA COLA
Then Shuri and Hardison make a Prezi of all the pop culture Bucky missed. Elliot makes Parker attend as well. There is a multiple-choice exam and also an essay portion. Parker wrote hers on “Why do we even have the hula hoop if we’re not allowed to use it to rob museums” and Bucky did his on “Video killed the radio star but podcasts will have their revenge.”
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I Have An Invisible Illness. Here’s How One Photoshoot Made Me Feel Seen.
“Despite all of that, I don’t “look” disabled… there are no visual cues that I am plagued by chronic pain and fainting spells.
…I can’t help but mull over my experiences with non-disabled people doubting me as I’m en route to meet the photographer for this shoot. Will Sean be able to grasp the nuances of my disability? More importantly, will he care?”
I Have An Invisible Illness. Here’s How One Photoshoot Made Me Feel Seen.
“You didn’t show any signs of EDS when you were little.”
Because I was ‘lying’ when I said running hurt.
Because I was ‘lazy’ when I tried to dodge gym.
Because I was ‘fussy’ when I said big meals made me nauseous.
Because I was doing party tricks when I sublocated all my fingers.
Because I was ‘disruptive’ when i figeted to keep my tailbone in place.
Because I had ‘skin like a wee baby’.
Because I ‘should’ve gone to bed earlier’ when I was sleeping through my play breaks out of fatigue.
Right, and my fainting 2-3 times a month wasn’t a clue at all, either.
Tips for Part-Time Wheelchair users.
Since I don’t see this all that often, but part-time wheelchair usage is a thing and these are things I learned as someone who uses a wheelchair part time. (Please add to it if you think of things!)
*Not as many people as you think are watching you get out of your car to walk to where your wheelchair is to get in it.
*Chances are you have only a manual one- this can be hard on your arms. It’s okay to ask for help from someone to push. But it’s just as okay to yell and make a big deal when they push without asking (Then asking them 4 minutes later to push you. Wheelchairs can be emotional things- it’s okay to be emotional.)
*It’s okay to get up from your chair occasional. You don’t have to “pretend” that you can’t get up from your wheelchair. Everyone is different. You don’t owe ANYONE an explanation.
*Don’t be embarrassed about telling family members or friends you need the wheelchair. Chances are they WILL forget. They won’t mean to- but this is new for them and even more part-time for them. It IS okay to insist on bringing the wheelchair. Even on short trips.
* This is an important one I had to learn. IF ITS HARD FOR SOMEONE TO PUSH YOU. Say a hill, or something. DON”T JUST SAY “I feel bad” AND GET UP AND WALK IT. IF ITS HARD FOR THEM TO PUSH YOU. THAT MEANS IT’LL BE JUST AS HARD TO WALK IT. You are in that wheelchair for a reason, don’t feel guilty.
*You are NOT faking. Part-Time wheelchair usage is OKAY to do. You are not exaggerating your symptoms, you are not pretending you are worse than you are. Everyone’s story is different. You do not owe anyone an explanation.
Harry Potter AU where Harry is hiding in the cabinet in Borgin and Burkes. And he sees Lucius grab Draco with his cane. And he hears the hiss, “What did I tell you?” And he hears the quiver in the blonde boy’s voice, “Don’t touch anything.”
And Harry knows.
Because he’s used the voice that Draco uses for the past twelve years.
He knows.
Because now that he’s lived with the Weasleys for over a month, he knows that that’s not the way that a father’s voice should be.
He knows.
He’s heard Vernon use that voice over and over again, day after day, year after year.
And he knows.
And he acts.
Because really other than being a spiteful little git, at this point, Draco really hasn’t done anything to truly harm Harry. And Harry’s twelve. He’s still young, still innocent, easy to forgive, easy to let his “saving people thing” get the better of him.
He doesn’t do magic. Not really. At least, he doesn’t mean to. Well, he does. But he tries to stop himself. Though it’s not a very good attempt. Either way, the jars on the shelves all shatter, their contents falling onto Lucius’ head.
And Harry bursts out of the cabinet and he grabs a very startled Draco’s hand and he pulls him out of the shop. And they’re running down the dark, grim, streets. And it’s not long before they get lost since Harry doesn’t even know where they are, let alone where they’re going.
But Draco knows exactly where they are and so he tugs Harry down a road and around the corner and suddenly, they’re in Diagon Alley. And Harry’s shocked and confused because how could such a terrible place exist next to such a wonderful one?
But they don’t have time for that now because Lucius is charging after them, green spells bursting out of the end of his wand. And Draco lets out a scream and Harry (bless him) wonders aloud what kind of spells the green ones are.
And Draco is tugging his arm so hard that he thinks it’s going to come out of his socket. And the boys run as fast as they can, pushing through the crowd, and Harry’s probably apologizing and Draco’s screaming at him to move and apologize later.
And Harry sees the mob of red heads and he’s screaming for their assistance.
Fred and George spot him first, right as their mother is asking, “Where on earth could Harry be?”
“Found him,” the twins say.
Gasps. Screams. School supplies tumbling to the ground.
And Arthur and Molly, oh Arthur and Molly, veterans of the original Order of the Phoenix, drawing their strength from parental love, they don’t even hesitate. They grab Harry and Draco and Ron and Hermione and Ginny and Fred and George and Percy and they shove them into the nearest shop.
And the kids are all huddled together, Percy and the twins standing in front of the younger ones, and it’s Ron who manages to whisper, “What’s Malfoy doing here?” Before Hermione stomps on his foot.
And the duel!
The duel is fantastic.
Arthur and Molly verses Lucius.
Just close your eyes and imagine.
And soon Arthur is able to summon other Ministry workers. Including a strange looking man with a strange eye, a man whose skin is slightly darker than Hermione’s, and a girl with bright pink hair who is barely older than Percy.
The battle’s over before it even begins. These strange new people grab Lucius and Apparate away and of course he’ll buy himself out of trouble in no time but at least the immediate threat is gone.
Gilderoy Lockhart timidly steps out and squeaks that it’s a shame that he wasn’t there to stop the duel, that he knew just the hex that could have finished it.
The crowd falls into the streets, praising Arthur and Molly who are quite flustered by all of the attention. Fred and George are clapping their parents on their back, doing a sort of chant. Ron is bragging about how he managed to get a shot in (he hadn’t). Percy is excitedly talking to his father about the legal procedures that Lucius will face. Ginny and Hermione are going around, collecting all of the school supplies that they dropped. Ginny finds a rather unusual book but she dismisses it as something that her parents bought and stuffs it into her bag.
And Harry and Draco. Harry and Draco are staring at one another, not saying a word but having a conversation nonetheless.
Molly finally says that they ought to get back to the Burrow, away from this post-battle excitement. The kids all groan but she and Arthur push them back to the Leaky Cauldron so that they can use the Floo. Draco shuffles along, not knowing where else to go. It’s not until Molly gestures towards the fireplace with a smile that he realizes that his life is about to change.
From there…well…I’ll let you think of the possibilities…
I’m sorry but i need the 200k word fanfic on my desk by this evening. Them’s the breaks, i didn’t make the rules, you know.
where.is.the.damn.fan.FIC.GMODSHDODNSO
I generally don’t read much Harry/Draco, but I’m a sucker for a great what if? AU, and this is a really awesome idea, so I’m gonna give it a go. 🙂
knitting in the dark 