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Sat, 02 Jun 2012 21:41:51 -0400

magenta-temptress: 山ビア

Sat, 02 Jun 2012 21:41:03 -0400

magenta-temptress:

山ビア

that awkward moment when you and a frost giant realize you’re a...

Sat, 02 Jun 2012 00:04:49 -0400

that awkward moment when you and a frost giant realize you’re a frost giant.

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Fri, 01 Jun 2012 23:59:42 -0400

theoddmentemporium: Puzzlewood is an ancient woodland site,...

Fri, 01 Jun 2012 23:59:18 -0400

theoddmentemporium:

Puzzlewood is an ancient woodland site, near Coleford in the Forest of Dean, Gloucestershire, England. The site, covering 14 acres, shows evidence of open cast iron ore mining dating from the Roman period, and possibly earlier.

In 1848 some workmen, after moving a block of stone in the woods, found a small cavity in the rocks. In this cavity, hidden away, were three earthenware jars containing over 3,000 Roman coins. No-one knows why the coins were hidden away in the cliff face nor by whom.

J. R. R. Tolkien, a frequent visitor to the Forest of Dean, may have visited Puzzlewood, and many believe Puzzlewood was the inspiration for the fabled forests of Middle-earth, such as the Old Forest, Mirkwood, Fangorn or Lothlórien contained within The Lord of the Rings. J.K Rowling is also said to have visited Puzzlewood, and it may have been this that influenced her idea of The Forbidden Forest in the Harry Potter books.

THIS IS RIDICULOUSLY CUTE.

Fri, 01 Jun 2012 23:09:27 -0400

THIS IS RIDICULOUSLY CUTE.

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Fri, 01 Jun 2012 23:07:57 -0400

hellyeahmm: — anonymous My favourite f/f ship for Chrome. (Why...

Fri, 01 Jun 2012 23:07:21 -0400

hellyeahmm:

— anonymous

My favourite f/f ship for Chrome. (Why do I like foe yay more with girls than with guys? Hm. Most m/m “rivalry” ships don’t grab me very much.) This art is cute.

"The destruction of the ‘Indians’ of the Americas was, far and away, the most massive act of genocide..."

Fri, 01 Jun 2012 23:04:59 -0400

“The destruction of the ‘Indians’ of the Americas was, far and away, the most massive act of genocide in the history of the world. That is why, as one historian aptly has said, far from the heroic and romantic heraldry that customarily is used to symbolize the European settlement of the Americas, the emblem most congruent with reality would be a pyramid of skulls.”

- American Holocaust: Columbus and the Conquest of the New World - David E. Stannard (via vaginawoolf)

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Fri, 01 Jun 2012 22:55:56 -0400

cosplayninja: What an absolutely phenomenal take on KHR’s...

Fri, 01 Jun 2012 22:55:33 -0400

cosplayninja:

What an absolutely phenomenal take on KHR’s Mukuro by 月餅君. Photo by Zoe.

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Fri, 01 Jun 2012 22:54:00 -0400

Where is Varia?

Fri, 01 Jun 2012 22:52:46 -0400

Varia: Are we going to be in the next chapter?
Amano: Yes
Varia: REALLY!?
Amano: lol Probably not
Varia: VOOOOIIIIIIIII

Kokuyo: We have Fran now, therefore we get more screen time. SUCKS TO NOT HAVE HIM NOW, HUH.

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Fri, 01 Jun 2012 22:49:56 -0400

herongale: avatar-confessions: “I really, really hope that...

Fri, 01 Jun 2012 18:26:17 -0400

herongale:

avatar-confessions:

“I really, really hope that Zuko and Mai didn’t get married.”

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Much as I hate to admit it, I… kinda agree. I shipped them together during Avatar, but not as a “destined to get married and grow older pairing.” Just as a cute first love that would ultimately not pan out since there are too many ways they are bad for each other.

I won’t be pissed off or anything if it turns out that they DID end up married! But I have to admit I’d be… kinda disappointed. ;;___;;;

My guess would be that they actually probably did get married, since my read on the writers is that they stick with their ships come hell or high water, and Mai had a crush on Zuko even as a kid.

I would be interested to see what they might be like as an older couple. It’s kind of hard to imagine somehow.

I actually like writing Mukuro and Hibari interactions

Fri, 01 Jun 2012 18:21:00 -0400

THIS IS PART OF A LONGER STORY (which is actually an ensemble storyline, and not centered on these two):

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“Is this seat taken?” began the familiar, unwelcome voice, prompting Hibari to reach for the assurance of his tonfas — which, as it happened, weren’t there, because airplanes generally didn’t allow unconcealed weapons in the passengers’ seats, and even if Hibari had been willing to break the teeth of any flight attendants who might try to insist that he put them away, Kusakabe had implored special, official permissions for them to travel by way of carry-on bag.

He was now calculating how long it would take to lunge forward and tear into the aforesaid luggage.

Mukuro stood in the aisle, gloved (always) hands held up, faux-conciliatory: “Please, you mustn’t feel the need to rise on my behalf. I wouldn’t wish to rouse your attention from this, ah – “

With his usual lack of care for personal space annoyingly intact, Mukuro reached across and plucked the papers from Hibari’s lap. They consisted of a nature magazine, as well as fifteen pages of documentation concerning the licensing of endangered and extinct wildlife species for consideration as Box Weapons, with elaborate details paid to permissions from reservations, excavation sites, and museums; Dr. Verde’s scientific jargon-laden analysis of the raw potential and the possible complications was present, alongside the less familiar scrawl of Koenig and Innocenti.

“—this riveting reading material,” Mukuro continued, licking his thumb and flipping pages hastily, carelessly, bending and crumpling the thin sheets, much to Hibari’s sense of a gradually growing aneurysm (only of the kind that, rather than bursting within his own brain, was the more likely to result in Mukuro’s head being broken). “You know it’s not in my nature to judge a man’s tastes. Although it behooves me to inform you that most people prefer their nudity to be of the same species and opposite sex.”

To the murderous glare, he added, all thin-lipped smiles, “Or same species, same sex, if you’d rather.”

“How did you find out about this flight,” Hibari statement-questioned, wondering who he needed to kill for this. An annoyed glance backwards, at the empty seats.

That is: every seat. Every seat was empty, save for the one in which Chrome Dokuro sat, looking conspicuous and yet happily engrossed in her own literature. When their eyes met, she waved. Shamelessly. Quietly. Like you would wave at a friend. Not like you would wave at someone whose secret, expensively paid for, reserved (through arduous legal and less legal channels) personal flight you had just hijacked.

“A little birdy told me,” Mukuro said, heaving himself into the seat and crossing one leg over the other, dumping Hibari’s papers back into his lap. “Albeit I had to translate. A photographic representation of your secret mission – bird’s eye view — but the consciousness kept fighting with me to pay attention to earthworms. He was much more interested in dirt than in your scenic travel. Take that as you will.” A glance backwards at Chrome, and a returning wave. “I do wish you wouldn’t be so rude to her.”

Some would say it was without conscious thought that Hibari’s hands made their way towards Mukuro’s throat, taking hold of the scarf (of all the things to wear in this weather — and with a shade of blue against Namimori’s dress code, too). Habit had honed his instincts. Those instincts were right now roughly estimating the pressure needed to snap a man’s neck in a single jerk. And then the best maneuver for dumping the body out of the plane, disposing of it in an expedient manner. Instinct told him that the airplane’s door was only four seats away, and they were lifting into the air. A clean job could be done in (another estimate) about 30 seconds.

The scarf turned into snakes. Hibari dropped them artlessly, hearing them vanish, along with their hissing, once he’d punched Mukuro in the face.

JEEZ, I WRITE SO MUCH MUKURO-AND-KOKUYOU-PEOPLE THAT I FORGET HOW ANNOYING HE IS TO LIKE, ALL THE REST OF THE WORLD… ?_?

I want to write some Ryohei and Hibari, too, which is why I’ve been studying up on the legendary bromance. \:’D/ Hibari is a pretty funny guy!

Florence, Italy

Fri, 01 Jun 2012 17:55:24 -0400

Florence, Italy

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