Assassin's Creed: Odyssey Trouble in Paradise
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Assassin's Creed: Odyssey Trouble in Paradise
I'm looking for the one called Kyra.
Klance fanfictions that are basically canon verse character studies are absolutely chef’s kiss
it was a mistake to convince everyone that using social media is the same as having a platform and that their “platform” comes with a moral obligation to issue a public statement every time anything significant happens regardless of their level of understanding of said situation ...
Hi Steph! For the "One Lives, One Dies" section of the fic recs list, may I suggest Supernova by sherlockandjawn? It's beautiful, but also really, really sad, and it reminded me why I don't normally read MCD fics. (On a related note, I'm planning to write a short fic that gives the two their happy ending, because the ending of this one is just devastating.)
(referencing this list here)
Supernova by sherlockandjawn (T, 6,710 w., 2 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting || Solar System, Tragic Romance, One Lives/One Dies) – Sherlock and John met because of their shared love of the solar system. But the army will always come first for John Watson, and nothing can prevent the chain of events that unfold because of it.
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HI NONNY!
Oh gosh, I have no idea how I missed this, I’m SO SORRY. Thank you so much for this fic suggestion; I haven’t read it, but all single recs that come in like this should be showcased, methinks! Thank you for sharing with us some tragedy, LOL! And PLEASE share your fic when you do post it!! I’d be honoured to promote it when you do! <3
Hi, I wrote Supernova all those years ago and I’d love to read anon’s fic when they post! Thank you for the nice comments as well <33
The rat in the San Francisco warehouse was the real avenger
New Moon in 2017 where Bella posts pictures with Jacob on Instagram and Edward scrolls through her page sobbing in an alley
It was a huge disappointment as a child to fall in love with the stars and then find out how much math it requires to get anywhere near them.
Shoutout to everyone that had a dream career or ideal life but were roadblocked by math.
Wow s1 of V*ltr*n really was that bitch, huh
If moriarty hadn’t killed himself on the roof he certainly would’ve seen the bouncy castle on the ground
If moriarty killing himself was indeed something sherlock hadn’t anticipated, this makes no sense
Also i should say “air mattress” not bouncy castle but where’s the fun in that
yep. TRF is where, for me, the nonsense really begins. Everything is so neatly choreographed, but who is the choreographer? TEH solves nothing. I apologize i this is a too-serious take on a shitpost!
for real, i’ve been saying “we’re not done with reichenbach yet” since s3 aired. the surface explanation may satisfy the casual viewer, but there are so many holes and clues in that surface explanation that tell me we’ve gotten the same kind of story as anderson…
TRF does make sense – if you see it as the crazy and absolutely bonkers set-up that it is. It all is part of the bigger picture.
The whole point of TRF was to make Sherlock come to the conclusion that he needs to fake his own death.
And yes, to achieve that, it was choreographed as heck, double and triple bluffs all over the place… NEVER answering the most important question:
… but absolutely and on every single step of the way playing into all of Sherlock’s kinks re: playing games, confusing arch enemy plots, and having weird riddles and clues and random “cleverness” all over the place.
So, why would anyone care to see Sherlock faking his death, you ask? Because making Sherlock commit fake-suicide was the only way to save his life. [Keep reading]
achilles ain't no twink
explain this then
oh you think your life is hard? try being a gay rat living in france who hates your dad and just wants to cook
we’re almost in the ‘20s and dadaism is thriving, europe’s in a shambles, everyone is broke and the right wing is on the rise so i guess we really don’t learn a goddamn thing huh
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⎯ Why Did It Have To Be Me?
Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again (2018)
I only wanted a little love affair. Now I can see you are beginning to care.
“The character of Donna is just- she’s such an incredible character, like, so full of life and optimistic and brave and cool. And then I had this great opportunity to like, watch Meryl Streep, all her films again, and just sort of study her.”
— Lily James on playing young Donna Sheridan in Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again.
wish i lived in the Mama Mia Extended Universe where almost everyone’s poor but being poor means you have a single bedroom filled with adorable assorted mismatched furniture that still follows a decorative scheme and you have a great view and a french press
and if you stand in one spot long enough a very attractive man will walk by and just fall madly in love with your fun energy and offer you a ride in his pedicab 100 miles up the coast to a wonderful little bakery where the owner will also love your energy and just leave it to you in her will for some reason, along with her rolodex that includes at least three more attractive dating options
oh also you can duet with an invisible ghost right there in public and no ones even going to get on your case about it. utopia
We think history is so far removed from us, but sometimes I’m reminded how very close we are to each other on the timeline.
My paternal grandfather was born in 1906 (I have older parents). He and my grandmother came through Ellis Island.
My vocal coach’s grandparents survived the 1906 San Fransisco earthquake and fire.
My great-grandfather lived to the age of 106. He often spoke of how strongly he remembered his nursemaid’s taffeta skirts rustling as she walked when he was a child. He was born in the 1870s. My grandmother recorded him on video in the 1980s talking about those Victorian bustle skirts he grew up with.
On my mother’s side, we tracked down a marriage record for her 17th-century English ancestors, their signatures still crystal-clear and confident on the yellowed parchment. The church where they were married still stands in London.
Samuel J. Seymour was born in 1860 and at age five, he witnessed the assassination of Abraham Lincoln. Almost 100 years later, at age 96, he went on live television and recounted his firsthand account of the death of the president. You can watch the interview here.
The last survivor of the sinking of the Titanic, Millvina Dean, died in 2009.
The oldest person ever, Jeanne Calment, lived to age 122. She died in 1997 after recording a pop album, the same year The Spice Girls were topping the charts; but she remembered that as a child, Vincent Van Gogh once visited her father’s paint shop.
It’s easy to think of history as abstract, black and white, theoretical. But do some digging–you’ll probably find that it’s within arm’s reach.
Dude i got through all these but that last one fuck me up