#happy birthday to the oldest super soldier in the world

[luna-rainbow]

It was 1926.

“Look, Stevie, a shooting star!” Sarah leaned closer to shield him from the night wind. “They say that when a curious angel lifts the curtain of the night sky to peek at the human world, we see the light as a shooting star.”

“If you make a wish while they’re peeking in, Stevie, they might hear it and make it come true.”

“Look! Another star! Stevie, quick, let’s make a wish!”

“I don’t need—”

“How about, you will make a friend at your new school?”

“I don’t need a friend.” He thought about it and added, “But it would be nice if I can find someone who lets me draw them.” It was hard to find someone who had the patience to stay still long enough, and who didn’t think he was odd for staring.

“Well, if you are friends then they’re more likely to let you draw them.”

Steve was still dubious, but obeyed anyway, “Alright then. I wish for a friend, with nice eyes.” He liked drawing eyes.

“That’s a good wish,” Sarah said encouragingly.

“And a big, big smile.”

“That’s beautiful, Stevie.”

“And curls in his hair,” because he liked drawing hair too, and curls were fun to draw.

Sarah rubbed his head affectionately, “Alright—”

“And nice hands,” he liked how expressive they were and wanted to get better at drawing them.

“Certainly, Steve, now—”

“Also,” he remembered something important, “He can’t be taller than me.”

She rapped him on his forehead. “The angel won’t grant your wish if you’re too greedy. Come on, let’s get inside before you catch another cold.”

The moment he set eyes on Bucky, it was like the boy had walked straight out of his imagination. Every feature in that heart-shaped face, the mop of hair, the bright sparks in those eyes, the little curl of the corner of his lips when he smiled, made Steve wanted to draw him, and…astonishingly, Bucky loved indulging him.

Steve would marvel as they grew older, he would come to love every mark that time left on Bucky. The sharpening of those cheekbones, the crinkles as he smiled, the fuzzy stubble and the long limbs and the mop of curls that’s darkened from straw to a coffee brown.

No matter how Bucky grew and changed, he was always, always the most beautiful model Steve had taken a pencil to.

More importantly, Bucky became the friend Steve had never thought he could have.

That was when Steve began believing in angels.

(Except the minor quibble that Bucky towered over him. Maybe the angel didn’t hear that last bit.)

—

It was 1943.

Bucky was leaving to fight battles Steve had never seen.

Bucky saw his hope to join an army as a death wish. He could hear Bucky’s concern brimming in his voice.

Bucky wanted to keep him safe. It wasn’t that he didn’t understand.

Of course he did, but he wanted to keep Bucky safe too, and sometimes there was no walking away from a fight.

He just wished he could fight alongside Bucky and not have to wait in his lonely home, not knowing where Bucky was and what enemy fires he faced, not knowing if the next time he heard from Bucky would be in the form of a condolence letter.

“So you want to kill Nazis?” the bespectacled man asked.

“I don’t like bullies.”

He thought that was his opportunity, but for months afterwards he wondered if he was mistaken. He was bigger, taller, stronger, healthier, but layers of red tape stopped him from seeing Bucky, let alone fight alongside him.

And then, against all probability, he heard Bucky’s unit was not far from him. Against all odds, Bucky was still alive.

And against all his expectation, Bucky had said, “That little guy from Brooklyn who’s too dumb to walk away from a fight, I’m following him.”

Steve was sure he had a guardian angel.

(Who also heard his complaint about the height.)

—

It was 1945.

The sky was inadmissibly cloudless.

A streak of light flew across the stars.

But Steve, sitting alone in the shell shocked tavern, had stopped believing in angels.

—

It’s 2013.

“Want to join us for a drink, Cap?”

“Not today, you guys enjoy.”

“Got a better offer elsewhere, huh?” Natasha asked as the strike team walked off.

“I’m going to the observatory.”

“Oh?” Natasha arched her eyebrows, “You don’t strike me as an astronomy type. A date?”

“Kind of,” Steve grips the photo in his pocket.

“Wait, who with?” She looked affronted that she didn’t know of it beforehand, “The girl from statistics?”

“No, an angel.”

She elbowed him in the arm, “Look at you being a sap. Go get her.”

Steve wandered through the giant halls of hanging planets, stopping before every plaque, reading them slowly not because he was fascinated, but because the man whose photo he was holding in his pocket would have been.

“See Bucky, the first moon landing,” he said under his breath. “Bet you would’ve loved to watch that.”

“Hey Buck, remember how excited you were when they found Pluto? The ninth planet? Well, it’s no longer a planet.”

Steve smiled at the thought of Bucky’s indignant expression.

“Buck, look — an angel’s peeking in.”

The words came out on automatic when the light flashed across the sky.

The smile faded from his eyes, and his fingers tightened around the photo in his pocket. He drew a deep breath and sighed, “Wish you were here, Buck.”

—

It was 2016.

A trail of light cruised across the sparkling night sky.

“Look Bucky—” he had began to speak.

“An angel is peeking in,” Bucky finished for him.

They glanced at each other and smiled.

Steve turned back to watch the light slowly blink out as he held tightly onto Bucky’s hand.

“What did you wish for?” Bucky asked later.

“It’s a secret,” Steve said in his ear.

Steve believed in angels.

But the best was right next to him.

#bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #stucky fanfic #stucky fanfiction #ficlet #happy birthday to the oldest super soldier in the world #my writing #fanfiction

[awanderingmuse-ficrec]

Untitled One Shot

Fandom: Marvel

Author: @luna-rainbow​

Rating: not rated

Word Count:  996

Pairings: Stucky

Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sarah Rogers, Natasha Romanoff

Tags: bucky barnes, steve rogers, stucky, stucky fanfic, stucky fanfiction, ficlet, happy birthday to the oldest super soldier in the world, 🤣, my writing

#marvel #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #avengers #av:fluff #av:angst #av:pre wwii era #complete #notrated #1k #ficrec

[quiviktories]

               ( demigirl ) haven’t seen QUINN-VIKTORIA “QUIVI” NIKOLAYEVNA around in a while. the ADELINE RUDOLPH lookalike has been known to be (+) DILIGENT & (+) GENTLE, but SHE can also be (-) INTIMIDATING & (-) STONE-FACED. The 23 year old is a JUNIOR majoring in AMERICAN SIGN LANGUAGE. I believe they’re living in FIDELIS but I popped by earlier and no one answered the door. 

                         okie dokes y’all I’m rly sad my muse for Link n Eden just lightning mcdied but as an apology ( to myself ) I’m bringing perhaps my OLDEST OC to Lockwood !! ( I’ve had Cyrus for three years , Quivi’s existed for five. ) But she’s actually a more fantasy-oriented OC so it was fun modernizing her up for Lockwood !! So more abt my battle princess under the cut. // like to plot after reading the intro

              TWs: Violence, death, emotional abuse, mentions of mental illness ( ocd ), ptsd

BASICS / HISTORY

Most important facts abt Quivi are she’s 6′3, has a six-pack, and can drive. Also bi bc I can’t write straight OCs with my bisexual ass.

OKAY OKAY ALSO RLY IMPORTANT FACT : She’s selectively mute , so Quivi will either be communicating through written words or sign 90% of the time. There’s two reasons for this :

Quivi’s first language is not English ; if you can’t tell already , she’s Russian , and she’s still learning English. She’s more of a visual than auditory person so writing English is easier for her than speaking , and she’s honestly very insecure about it , so she chooses not to speak partially because of that. She learned sign very easily and is more comfortable with it than speaking.

The other reason . . . is bc of her past but I’ll b getting to that. 

So she was adopted. Quivi doesn’t know where her biological parents are from , but as a baby , she was taken in by a Russian businessman named Nikolay Andreyevich and . . . she had the same birthday as his biological child , Lukas. Exactly. Birthday was April 8th 1996 ( tech as of rn Quivi’s 22 but I just put 23 bc it’s easy ) , so even though Quivi and her brother weren’t blood , they were always referred to as twins.

Now their father was a bit of an asshole , to say the least. You know how sometimes parents often pit children against each other ?? Well , you might expect me to say he did that to the kids to try and see who could run the company.

He didn’t !!

No instead he decided which one was going to lead ahead of time and treated the other one like dirt 

So yeah Quivi was the one who was treated like dirt

This was because Lukas was going to be the heir, and Quivi was going to be his bodyguard. So Lukas was spoiled rotten and Quivi was trained extensively and given brutal criticism so she’d come out tough as nails and only focus on being the perfect soldier / bodyguard.

She was taught to keep her emotions inside , never to express herself , and to always be silent. And she’d be verbally berated and chastised if she failed to comply with either - she had to be a stealthy , emotionless machine. And . . . yeah. That’s the second reason for her selective mutism. 

So yeah , that was her life up until she turned eighteen. Because at that age, their father died, and now it was just her and Lukas.

And he treated her exactly like their father did. He was a spoiled brat and believed Quivi was there to simply act as his bodyguard. And yeah , she obeyed him. But Lukas didn’t have his heart set on being a businessman , no - he wanted to be famous. And he ended up climbing his way to become an Instagram influencer and even bought his way into getting a record deal so he could put out bad Youtuber music.

...Quivi hates his stuff. To this day

Quivi was eventually cast to the side to the point where her brother wouldn’t even acknowledge her as his bodyguard. He acted like she wasn’t even there. And Quivi hated the way he treated other people - when they turned twenty , he got a woman pregnant and never bothered to see her again. And Quivi ended up finding her and helping her take care of the child when she was born.

And that was around the point Quivi decided her brother was a fucking dickhead and stood up to him , cutting him out of her life. And she focused on making a life for herself , and used what she got of their father’s inheritance ( because their mother insisted both twins get something ) and paid to go to Lockwood. 

PERSONALITY / CHARACTER

Quivi is the epitome of someone who looks rly scary and intimidating but oh my god is she not. She’s very gentle , very polite - always uses formalities and puts others before herself. Holds the door for twelve people before going inside herself.

But also , she can fucking fight like there’s no tomorrow. She was trained for years , and she probably knows a few ways to kill a man. Was trained with a few weapons just in case , and definitely is a master of self-defense.

She has OCD and as well PTSD from her childhood. I will very rarely mention this in threads , but it’s important to note. ( I have both , as well. )

She never really had nice / fun things as a kid , so she has a lot of catching up to do. The little things make her so happy , like McFlurries , bad pop music , the cliche Shakespeare stories everyone reads , etc. 

But , again - she was never encouraged to show emotion. So she comes off as very neutral because of this reason - but trust me she feels a whole lot and when she does smile it’s a sight from Heaven.

She’s a sporty person !! She’s into fencing , but that sport’s not offered at Lockwood , so she’s also on the gymastics team. Even has a varsity jacket for it.

Also in Theatre ( the club ) !! Not as an actress , however. She’s on the set crew. But she wants to be an actress in it someday , or even do some sign translations for the audience.

Tatiana was a stranger to her. But the stranger you know everything and nothing about , because you hear about her all the time from everyone else. So yes , in a curious manner did Quivi pick her name - but you know that feeling you get when you wonder if you were the deciding vote in that shit ?? Quivi wonders that ( obviously , she wasn’t , but she gets that feeling every time someone brings up Tatiana and the Watershed )

God I love her she’s my gentle giant bby and again I’ve had her for . . . five years n tbh like Cyrus a good portion of her character was originally made to Vent my own stuff out so. She means a lot 2 me.

Hope y’all love her.

WANTED PLOTS / CONNECTIONS

sb in Theatre who wants to get Quivi onto the stage tbh that was the First thing I thought of 

sb who Quivi can teach Russian or ASL !! Also others who know ASL would b great bc that’s Quivi’s preferred method of communication

Someone who Quivi can trust with actually talking to ?? They’d have to be really close , though , because Quivi only speaks to the people that she trusts

A nerd who Quivi befriends and just. Listens to them talk about the stuff they’re interested in. Bc honestly learning and listening is what she likes to do - not like Ami who fuckin CAN’T STOP WON’T STOP with the studying but. Quivi’s literally been deprived of so much. She likes to learn what she doesn’t know.

Sb who sorta thinks Quivi is all SUPER FUCKIN SCARY AND PROBABLY A BITCH bc of the RBF but when they actually meet her,,, they think she’s so sweet

Lowkey a fuckboi or sb who could flirt w/ her n she just. Turns em down. Stone-faced. Might kick them and make ‘em fall or smth idk Quivi’s that person who tells u to go chop a guy’s dick off when he says one rude thing 2 u

Literally okay in my personal headworld / lores it’s a part of Quivi’s culture to settle things like minor disagreements with a duel to the death and it was a running gag on earth that Quivi would see ppl get in2 like. Twitter fights. N comment “challenge them to a duel to the death” n everyone else was like QUIVI NO

she’s... kinda like Diana. like, Wonder Woman Diana.

I call her Wonder Woman a lot

Bt this is Watershed so it’s very different from that!! Lowkey tho I’m proud of the world I created for her like I literally made a whole language + alphabet for her world 

#k the gif doesnt rly... suit quivi much but in my defense i am Gay. #i'm so excited 4 her rn i just. god. i love quivi. #( abt. || broken glass broken hearts #water:intro #lmk if there's anything else i need 2 tag !! goin off the triggers list rn #emotional abuse tw #death tw #mental illness mention #ptsd mention #violence mention

[a-year-of-musicals]

Day 123/365 - A Little Princess

By Andrew Lippa and Brian Crawley

Sara Crewe is in trouble from the outset. She has been sent to her room without supper for coming to the table barefoot. Becky, a young maid about the same age, smuggles a muffin upstairs to Sara, and peppers her with questions about what life was like in India

Everyone else at the London school has been stand-offish, so Sara is glad to answer the questions, and invites Becky to picture the send-off she received from her friends in Fort St. Louis in (Good Luck, Bonne Chance). After the townspeople wish her the best, Sara's father, Captain Crewe, bids her a private farewell. He reveals he must send her to London as he is embarking upon a mission of exploration to the forbidden city of Timbuktu. He promises, once the Saharan trek is over, he will return to London to fetch her home (Soon, My Love). Sara and Becky's reverie is over when Miss Winifred Minchin surprises the two girls. Servants and schoolgirls are not meant to mix; Minchin asks Becky to fetch her cane. Sara protests that her father's instructions were that she was not to be corporally punished. Miss Minchin replies she is aware of the instructions, and will beat Becky in Sara's stead. Between the bare feet and illicit camaraderie, Minchin is convinced Sara has no idea how to behave in a civilized fashion. She therefore forbids Sara to speak to anyone without permission. Once the monstrous headmistress leaves, Sara vents her frustration (Live Out Loud).

The next day the other schoolgirls corner Becky and demand to know everything she learned about Sara. The girls are envious of Sara's wealth, and her privileges - she's out riding a pony while the rest take their exercise in a courtyard - but curious as well. Lavinia, the oldest and meanest of the girls, threatens to harm Becky just as Sara returns from her ride. Lavinia backs down when she sees Sara's riding crop. She continues, though, to tease Becky, joking about the accident that left Becky an orphan.

To comfort Becky, Sara confides her own mother is deceased. She offers to help Becky get in touch with her mother's spirit. Miss Amelia, Miss Minchin's sister, can't resist this idea. Sara begins to tell the girls how to contact spirits. Her tales are so vivid they seem to come to life. Soon the schoolgirls are joined by imagined Indians in a joyous dance; a spirit enjoins Becky to let her heart be her compass (Let Your Heart Be Your Compass). It is Sara's first success with the other schoolgirls. But it is short-lived. During the dance Lavinia leaves to fetch Miss Minchin, who arrives furious. As part of Sara's punishment, Minchin tears a letter from Captain Crewe into pieces. She also sends Becky to the workhouse. Whilst this is happening, a schoolgirl named Ermengarde picks up the pieces of Sara's letter.

In Africa, Captain Crewe is met with one setback after another. His retinue dies off; his trade goods are stolen; he is detained by a tribal leader with deep suspicions as to an Englishman's reasons for being there. Feverish, despairing, Crewe imagines how happy his daughter must be in London (Isn't That Always the Way).

Sara's defense of Becky has won her two new confidantes: Ermengarde, who has pieced together Crewe's letter for Sara, and Lottie, the youngest of the schoolgirls, who is intrigued by the doll Sara brought by her father, it was made in France and a gift upon his departure from her. Ermengarde reads the letter to Sara and they all imagine what her father is doing over in Africa (The Widow Zuma). Sara enlists Ermengarde and Lottie's help to create such chaos at school that Becky is recalled from the workhouse, and restored to her position. Miss Minchin, realizing she has been outmaneuvered, believes all Sara's advantages come to her because she has been born lucky (Lucky).

Meanwhile, in Sara's room, Ermengarde and Lottie apologize to Becky for their past transgressions against her, and promise to be her friends in future, just as Sara is. Becky is cowed at first. Sara assures her that wealth and position are mere 'accidents of birth'; Becky is willing to agree that even if it were the other way around, she and Sara would have wound up friends (The Tables Were Turned). Time passes and Sara's birthday arrives. Miss Minchin is a bit more disposed to be kind to the girl; rumors have reached London that Captain Crewe made it to Timbuktu. Minchin has made a small fortune on the resultant stock market speculation. Sara's classmates are fascinated by a large box from the London docks. It turns out to be full of presents Sara has ordered for the other girls.

There is no time to enjoy them. A barrister brings news that not only did Crewe never make it to Timbuktu, he died in disgrace. At a stroke Sara is left a penniless orphan, and Miss Minchin's own fortune disappears. She decides, rather than put Sara out on the street, to make her a serving girl, sell all her things, and house her in a dark attic room. Sara does not believe what she has been told, and is determined to find out the truth (Soldier On).

Lottie visits Sara in her new room just before the Christmas holiday. She is shocked by the drab, cold attic. Sara comforts her by describing it as a new, exciting place full of unexpected magic (Another World), though once Lottie leaves the depressing reality of it returns.

Downstairs the schoolgirls are dressed in their best, ready for a holiday. It is almost Christmas (Almost Christmas), and all they can think of are the presents awaiting them at home. Sara is sent out on a cold Christmas Eve to buy a goose for Miss Minchin. She hurries past the happy last-minute shoppers, wondering where her father might be. She imagines she hears Pasko, a friend from St. Louis.

That she does find a goose, and at the last minute, is quite impressive to Miss Amelia. She suggests sharing the holiday meal with Sara, who angers Miss Minchin. Miss Amelia resolves to leave the school and find a way to have Sara released; she tells the child how she and her sister once played at being virtuous little princesses too (Once Upon A Time). Miss Amelia leaves. Miss Minchin sends Sara to her room, but mourns her hollow victory over the girl (Lucky Reprise). She locks Sara and Becky in the attic for the night.

Sara is disconsolate. Becky tries to use Sara's doll to invoke the magic of the imagination, to comfort Sara the way she has been comforted herself; nothing happens. Sara goes to sleep while Becky mourns the powerlessness of the broken doll (Broken Old Doll).

The two girls sleep. Pasko sneaks in through the window, bringing food, fire-wood and blankets to the girls. While he does so Sara and Becky dream of fantasy Indians bearing more exotic objects and luxuries, and of Captain Crewe becoming a hero by reaching his destination (Timbuktu). Becky and Sara awake from the dream smelling the breakfast Pasko has left them. They are startled to see him. As Miss Minchin comes up to check on the girls,. Sara grabs a plank and puts it on between hers and the neighbours home escaping the police which have been called to come get her for stealing back her locket. Becky, afraid of heights, stays behind, but promises to meet them later. The girls have heard of Sara's escape and gossip downstairs (Gossip).

Miss Minchin seizes Becky and determines to have she and Sara arrested. Sara arrives with the highest authority in the land, Queen Victoria, whom she has waylaid and regaled with stories of the cruel headmistress. It is Minchin who is arrested. Victoria acknowledges, just before Sara returns to Africa, that anyone can be a princess, if their hearts are open and their actions true (Finale).

It’s a bit long-winded but I like the morals of the story.

Favourite Songs: Soon My Love, Live Out Loud, Let Your Heart Be Your Compass, Lucky, If The Tables We’re Turned, Almost Christmas, Once Upon A Time and Finale.

Favourite Character: Sara

She’s super determined, humble and caring. She definitely knows her worth and wants to play a part in helping other recognise their worth too.

#andrew lippa #brian crawley #a little princess #ayearofmusicals #a year of musicals #music criticism #musical theatre #musical #musicals

[a-pandoras-box-of-characters-a]

Information about Lillian

[ This is the information I have on her so far, I used a template my sister found for me which can be located here.

As for the pictures included, they were found on Google and edited by me. The face claim I am using for her at fourteen, I believe is a model by the name of Leyla Erdmann. The one for her at sixteen is Acacia Brinley, and the newest (and oldest) one for her is Georgie Henley. ] 

                   [I am willing to write her older, even if the oldest version of her is still being worked on.. just ask me. :) ] 

                                                     . . .

Backstory

After having given up on finding Steve when his plane went down in the ice, Howard Stark thought that he was smart enough to figure out how to remake the Super Soldier Serum - that he could figure it out even without the help of the original creator’s help. Naturally, that meant that he needed someone to test it out / use it on.

Having gotten this idea when his wife was already pregnant with their second child, he decided to use her. Although Maria protested to it, something was given to the baby not long after she was born, and she was then cryogenically frozen. Then telling everyone that Maria lost the baby, this is where she stayed - the same lab where Howard was trying to reconstruct the serum and the process of creating a Super Soldier.

Since he intended to use the serum on her from the beginning, this was another reason that the baby was kept ‘on ice.’ To be kept young, in affect, until when the serum was finally finished.

Given that he and Maria died before that could happen, or he could finish trying to remake the serum, she, and the unfinished worked on project, sat forgotten in that lab; until it was found years later. 

When both were found, they thawed her out, and tried to contact Tony. It was, unfortunately, during the time when he just could not ‘be bothered’ with anything - and he could never be gotten ahold of. With that in mind, the next relative that they found to send her to live with was their cousin Morgan (he’s from the comics, I found him while looking up the family tree) with as minimal information as possible. SHIELD having figured since she’d never actually been experimented on yet, and was therefore a normal baby, there was no reason not to give her back to her family. 

Later on when she is old enough to be told about her brother, she is the one to find Tony and initiate contact with him.

Basic info

Full Name: Lillian Reenae Stark

Nickname(s)

She has quite a few, the one most often used by most people, is simply ‘Lil.’ 

Biological age: 16

Gender: Female

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Romantic Status: Single - with a secret, growing crush on Peter Parker. (Who she won’t tell, but really wants to meet.)

Date of actual birth: October 12th

Date she was thawed out and uses as her birthday: November 17th

Species: Human

Ethnicity: American (?)

Blood Type: AB-

Affiliations/Organizations: The Avengers, Stark Enterprises (by birth)

Current Occupation: Aspiring hero; little sister of Tony Stark.

General Appearance...

Lillian is paler than Tony, due to the fact that she spends most of her time inside reading or tinkering with things instead of going outside. She has light green hair, which she keeps long; naturally, her hair is the same shade of brown that her other relatives have/had. They are not very visible, but Lillian does also have a bit of occasional freckles lightly scattered around on her.

She has small ears, which is part of why she keeps her hair long. Another thing she hides about herself as much as possible is that she has small feet (what some would call “pixie feet.”) Lillian does this by stuffing extra ‘fluff’ into her tennis shoes and wearing ones that are technically too big for her. (Side note: her feet are not the only things she has to do this with out of being self-conscious.)

Height: About five-foot, maybe taller. No one can agree.

Weight: A hundred and ten dripping wet.(Like if someone dumped water on her..Like maybe Tony...)

Handedness: Ambidextrous, but more prone to using her left hand.

Tattoos/Birthmarks/Scars: Lillian is a bit clumsy, so she has a few scars here and there from falling or smacking herself in the face while working. She has no real tattoos, but has a habit of drawing on herself while thinking or getting as many fake tattoos as she can. Sparkly ones are her favorites - specifically food with faces.

Jewelry/Accessories: She has one ear piercing on her upper right ear, and has a belly button piercing that she did herself.

Who she is...

Personality: Lillian is very inquisitive, and likes to read. She has a problem with sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong, and with figuring things out that other people do not necessarily want her to know. Lillian has a caring nature that is sometimes masked by smart-talk and facts (basically, to convince someone not to do something, she will site statistics as to why they shouldn’t do it and why it is a bad idea.) While Lillian is very smart in a scientific and mathematical sense, she also tries to think things through from a ‘common sense’ point of view. Her mind is more open to the unknown: this makes her more apt to believe things that might actually contradict science or reason, than one might think she would be.

Favorite things: Books in general, solving puzzles or riddles, animals, stickers (mostly scratch and sniff or sparkly ones), oddly named crayons, her sort of rickety little robot friend Roddy. (That she built and is constantly repairing.) Older tv shows, movies, or books.

Least Favorite things: Being told she can’t do something because she is ‘too small,’ losing or having her books taken away from her; when her favorite book series ends too soon, or she has to wait on the next book for too long, not being able to figure something out.

Hobbies/Interests: Reading books, building or tinkering with things (she also will take things apart to see how they work or try to fix them.) She likes to draw, collect different types of markers, crayons, or other art supplies which she finds interesting. (Side note: when upset, she will either count extensively, recite the numbers of pie, or try to put her crayons in an alphabetical order.)

Phobias/Fears: Her biggest fears are that she will one day deteriorate to the point that she loses her mind, or that she will end up alone in the world. (So yes, she does worry about her brother, even though they are constantly giving each other a hard time.)

Habits: Lillian has a habit of talking to herself, sometimes chews on her pencil’s eraser, clicks her tongue in thought, chewing on her lips or inner cheek, or sometimes tapping her pencil.

Mannerisms: Lillian tends to be more of a happy person, and will talk non-stop when it comes to science or trying to learn about something. Most of the time though, she is to be seen in silent contemplation or with her nose stuck in a book. When speaking, she has a habit of saying things like “um,” or “so,” quite a lot.

Skills/Talents: She is a talented artist, even though she does not think so. Her biggest strengths are in fixing things up and figuring out things quicker than other people might.

Best Qualities: Smart, tries to use common sense, a big heart, and a huge sense of curiosity and wonder about the world.

Worst Qualities: Sometimes is too curious, does not know when to leave things alone, often disobeys what she is told to do if she thinks she knows better, has been known to overthink things into the ground and get stuck.

Morality/Ethics: Lillian has a strong sense of doing what she believes to be right. If she can help it, she won’t lie to people or take advantage of them.

Goals/Motivations/Dreams: Lillian’s goal is to one day be seen as a great hero and to help as many people as she can. (Whether through science or other means, she just really wants to help the world.) 

Her other goal is to keep her older brother (or anyone else, for that matter) from finding out about her growing crush on a certain web-slinger. 

How she relates to others...

Reputation: Since she is and isn’t much like her brother, a lot of people are still developing opinions on her.

Friend(s)/Ally(ies): Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, Thor, Bruce Banner, Pepper Potts, Alexa Young. (My sister’s Oc.) Doctor Strange (and his cape.) Emily (another OC of mine) Peter Parker 

Unsure of: Loki

Enemy(ies): Hydra, or probably anyone else who would be enemies of the Avengers.

Relationship(s):

Anthony “Tony” Edward Stark: Lillian’s older brother, who she has a sort of ‘love-hate’ type relationship with. They pester one another a lot, though she actually does admire him and looks up to his success with robotics and with building his own technology. Lillian has also said before that if anyone else hurts him, she “Knows how to scientifically remove them from existence with such precision that she would never get caught.” (i.e. She can kill you and get rid of your body and no one would ever know.) 

{ This is my interpretation of how their relationship would be. If you want to write differently, be my guest. c: } 

Alicia Stark: 

They have had little time to interact so far or to learn about each other, but she is already very fond of her sister. (Her nickname for her is ‘Leecy.’)

{ Her blog is ran by a friend of mine, and can be found here <3 } 

Samantha Ascher: 

They have not had a lot of time to interact with each other, but she likes her older sister very much. It’s a work-in-progress sort of thing. 

{ Her blog is ran by another friend of mine, and can be found here. <3 } 

                                                           . . . 

[Lillian now, at 16 ^ ]

[Work in progress/Lillian older 18-? This would be her if she wasn’t dyeing her hair at the time.]

#MARVEL Oc #Little sister to Tony Stark #Curious one #She believes in magic #Another Oc of mine #My precious baby #Lillian Stark

[wickerjulias]

okie dokie so i read all of the fics that you reccommended embarassly fast, do you have any long napollya recs i don't care if they're super angsty but I cannot deal with not a happy ending.... i'm sorry they were just so GOOD my favorites were toska and a literary manifesto !!! -your fic needing stalker anon

hey there anon!! i’m sorry for the delay. and omg yeah!! i love these two!! like wow!! 

unfortunately the tmfu fandom doesn’t a lot of very long fics, but i tried my best to find some for you. here you go, same format as your last ask, i hope you’re gonna have a blast reading them!

Tidings of Comfort and Joy by pinpointjudas (M)

Napoleon and Illya are sent to deepest, darkest Yorkshire to investigate a rumour that a THRUSH agent is spending Christmas at Castle Bellamy. Their brief is to hide in plain sight amongst other house guests. Napoleon is convinced it will be an almost enjoyable case, provided Illya cheers up, the ghost in his bedroom leaves him alone, and they catch the nefarious agent before anyone winds up dead...

Note: This one isn’t finished technically, because the epilogue is missing. I’d still give it a read though, because it’s written super well and because most of the issues the story deals with get resolved in the last chapter posted.

The Ghost War by manic_intent (E)

Aleppo was one of the oldest cities on earth, and once, it had been one of the most beautiful. Illya had been here before the war, when he was younger, young enough to be taken by wanderlust. He had walked through the very place he stood now, gawking at the crowds, the tightly packed stalls, listening to voices haggling in a language he did not understand, the market riotous with colour and laughter and spices. Now Al-Madina Souq was broken with rubble, its arched corridors blasted dark, its cathedral silence sometimes interrupted rudely by the distant staccato booming of artillery and gunfire, the ancient stone thick with the stench of rot and urine.

Note: This one is rather short in comparison to the others, but it’s so good!! I’d def rec it!

in sin + error by neroh, (M+E)

The mission is a simple one: retrieve a USB drive from a very bad man’s yacht off located in the Mediterranean Sea and confirm its destruction to HQ.Or another way Napoleon and Illya met.

Note: This one’s a series.

all that you have wished for, I know will come your way by janie_tangerine (E)

Napoleon isn’t quite sure he can put yes, because your superiors don’t get to see you gloating when you’re not playing chess against yourself, and they don’t get to discuss dumb opera plots with you, they don’t get to see you engrossed in cheap paperbacks and treat them like first editions because you care that much about what they say, and they don’t get to see that you have a personality and that it’s everything but unpleasant when one gets to know you, and I don’t understand why would anyone think it’s a good idea to treat you like an asset and not a person in words that might not sound completely ridiculous, never mind that he’s not even sure Illya would take such a rant seriously.

Or: where Illya has issues asking for what he wants if it falls under the unnecessary-to-his-job radar and Napoleon just might be a bit over in his head, but he's entirely willing to rectify that situation.

Wanting Too Much by Tallihensia (E)

A young soldier turned thief after the war, Napoleon goes to a black-market auction to sell a valuable painting... and comes away with something he didn't intend to buy – a Russian KGB agent. After an interesting night where they get to know each other, the next day finds them determined to do something to right some wrongs... but not all wrongs can be corrected that easily. As they work together, Napoleon learns some hard truths... but also comes away at the end with something more valuable than a painting.

Note: Technically speaking NOT with a happy end, but there is some sort-of sequel you can find in the endnotes of the fic.

By the Throat (T+E)

In which the KGB took some rather dubious measures to ensure Illya’s loyalty to Russia, and Napoleon doesn’t care for it.

Note: This is a series as well, but it’s restricted and only available if you have an AO3 account.

how certain the journey by Carthage (E)

Illya’s mark – Solo’s claim on his skin- is an ugly thing. In childhood it had shone like Solo’s, beautiful and good and bright, but then he had gone to the KGB, and there, they had tried to destroy the mark. To make him truly equal, and no one’s submissive. His mark has burned patches outlining it, thin crosshatches of scars, pockmarked pits of white skin- and yet, the mark returned, every time.

despite the passage by endquestionmark (E)

Illya has been waiting for something to happen for a very long time.

The Honey Trap by Mamalazzer (E)

"So congratulations, Peril," Napoleon drawled, looking so amused that he could see it was literally setting Illya's teeth on edge. "You have the supreme good fortune of getting to kiss me senseless. Now be a good sport and put your hands on my backside, would you? I'm beginning to feel neglected."

In which the boys have to go undercover as a couple, with Napoleon having a whale of a time while Illya isn't sure whether to knock Napoleon's teeth out or kiss him.

Spanning the Reaches byTallihensia (E+T)

Napoleon reflects on his partner while waiting to rescue him. Afterwards, Illya has a unique way of saying thank you for saving his life. Napoleon thinks it’s a good idea... and after Illya saves him, returns the thanks.

Note: A series as well.

The Trojan Affair bymanic_intent (E)

Ten minutes to go to ground zero and Artyom was still desperately trying to escape. “I have never attended little girl’s birthday party,” he pointed out repeatedly, and actually pouted, big blue eyes wide and pleading.

“Always a first time,” Napoleon said mercilessly, pulling on a charcoal Tom Ford blazer over his loose gray knit. “Mrs Siegfried invited us weeks ago, Artyom, don’t be a baby. You’ve had quite a while to gird your loins. We’re going to a party, not some sort of trench warfare. Smile.”

Artyom scowled, which was admittedly normally an adorable look even for a tall, blonde Russian giant of a man. “I do not like Mrs Siegfried,” Artyom declared, clearly intent on being as recalcitrant as possible.

The Gemini Affair by manic_intent (E)

In the first month of being co-opted into working with Illya Kuryakin full time at U.N.C.L.E., Napoleon stole Illya’s father’s watch four times, twice out of spite, once out of drunken curiosity, and once out of sheer boredom. After the fourth time, Gaby sprained one of Napoleon’s fingers and threatened to do worse if he did it again.

“You are not a spy,” she told him firmly, dangling the watch out of reach as Napoleon curled in a wincing, fetal position on his Le Corbusier couch in his upstate apartment. “You are a thief with the self-control of a child. Now give me back my ring.”

“What ring?” Napoleon asked innocently, even through the pain.

“How fond are you of your nose?” Gaby shot back blandly.

I am a part of all that I have met by ScribeofArda (T+M)

It's been over a year since Rome, since they stopped the world ending, since Napoleon made a choice and threw a watch across the room instead of pulling a gun. They've been spiralling together in that inevitable way, but neither Napoleon or Illya have been brave enough to take the first step across to the other.

Now it might all be too late, and Napoleon didn't think it would end like this: Illya lying in the street, ash and blood and Napoleon's name on his lips. There are a thousand unspoken words between them, begging to be heard before they become just another regret on top of the many they've already accumulated over the years, but the game never stops, not even for love.

Note: Again, a series.

Drowning Deep bySomedrunkpirate

Don’t follow the rabbit. He knows this. Don’t fall into the rabbit hole of memories. You’ll drown.

But Illya lives there, deep in the past, it’s the only way he gets through the day.

The Argonauts byleslielol

Napoleon Solo and Illya Kuryakin accompany one another on a journey.

#anon #ask #fic recs #i hope you have a lot of fun reading them!! #drowning deep reminds me of my own 80k pacrim au #i started writing it back in 2k15 and it's technically finished but #I STILL NEED TO TRANSLATE IT FROM GERMAN TO ENGLISH #(yeah #i'm a hecking idiot) #but that's way beyond the point here #enjoy reading the fics <3 #have a good one!

[sunkissis]

Bonjour mes amis,

It has already been two months since our arrival in Paris! I cannot tell you how fast this time has flown by. We exchanged our house in LA with a sweet French couple in Nation (12th arrondissement) for the first two months so we could have time to apartment hunt. I am so happy we were able to live in Nation mostly because we were able to experience a new part of the city we have never seen before.

I feel like I have finally mastered taking Liv to school on the Metro. I used to be confused about which direction the train would go and call myself out as an obvious tourist during the ride by watching for every stop. Now, we know all the lines and have the cool, I can’t be bothered look while on the train. Although once on a crowded train I got my skirt caught in the door.

    My hair is huge here. I spend hours flat ironing it and yet the second I go outside it turns into an instant pouf. Must be the humidity, there is so much moisture in the air.

Liv and I usually discuss our plans for the week and how we are adjusting to life in France during the ride. I ask her about the differences between LA and Paris. She makes statements like France is so much more cultural and historic than California. She told me, “In Paris everyone takes public transportation but hardly anyone in LA does. Most people at the grocery store are grumpy but here they care about helping you.” She also said the food here is much better than LA. She’s doing well in school. I have met some of the parents of her classmates (although very few speak English). Her curriculum is very similar to her French school in LA but they go off the campus for PE (which is called sports) and I feel terrible because I can’t help her with most of her homework (only math and English).

After I drop her off, I usually take the bus home because the Metro is very crowded and grab my luggy to pick up the day’s groceries. I still can’t get over how frequently I have to shop here. We go through groceries like crazy!

So far we absolutely love living in Paris. I still cannot believe we are here after dreaming of this for so many years. However, there are some downsides to life in France. Please don’t think I’m some entitled brat complaining about my great life, I just want to keep it real and show both sides of our life.

It is very expensive! So far we have plunked down quite a bit of euros for household items (new towels, shopping at Ikea for our new apartment, basic toiletries). It’s harder to stick to a budget because we had to stock up on basic items. Our first week here I bought Liv a scooter, new clothes and had to replace a pair of shoes she outgrew. This month Antz and I needed some new clothes because we (happily) lost weight! I spend €225 every month on our Metro/bus passes but sometimes in a pinch, we need to use Uber and depending on how far we are from home, it can be expensive. We needed to rush home from Versailles to make it to a birthday party on time and it ended up costing €65 for a 30 minute ride.

Liv really enjoyed her €9 smoothie.

Then Monoprix had to come out with this rad limited-time collab with Maison Chateau Rouge. Just take all my money!

The romper was for Liv but if they had my size I would totally rock it. I pretty much cleared out their home decor display.

However, groceries seem less expensive here than in LA. Like cheese, meat and beverages are super cheap. But let me tell you about the most magical, delicious item in all of France… la beurre!

Back home I buy insignificant Land of Lakes salted butter for like $3.99 on sale. Here, I only buy Sel de Mer de Noirmoutier and it is so delicious. I use it on everything, you could tell me it has crystal meth in it and I would still be like “Pass the butter.” I must say, America is missing out on this fucking amazing butter. It costs €2.35!

However dining out is still costing a fortune. We stopped ordering cocktails and are sticking to drinking water but we can’t seem to keep our bill under €75. Recently, while out on a stroll around the neighborhood we found the famous rue Montorgueil. The heavens parted and angels sang as we discovered the most intoxicating smells of baked bread, meats and fresh fruit. The oldest bakery in Paris is located here. It’s now my favorite place to buy fruit and we fell in love with all the restaurants.

We brought home the best BBQ ribs and a half a kilo of cherries for lunch. Liv gobbled them the whole tray in five minutes! Oh, and I am now a basket lady. I have bought three baskets since I got here. This is who I am now. Note: The fluffy hair.

We found this incredible living wall called L’oasis d’Aboukir. It rains almost once a week so I guess that is why this garden is so insanely green.

There are a few other annoyances here that I can’t seem to figure out. Like getting mail delivered. It seemed to be easier to get our mail when we were staying in Nation but that could be due to our sweet neighbors helping us out by accepting our packages. In our new apartment, we have a mailbox that we put our names on but nothing has been delivered so far. It took many attempts to find which of the local post offices our address belonged to. My French is not as great as I thought it was. I was able to pick up one package (I ordered five weeks ago!) yet three more are in mail limbo because we were told if our building has a locked gate, they can’t deliver packages. Uh, like every single building in Paris has a passcode door so why wouldn’t they at least email me or leave a note so I know where to pick up my stuff? Today I am going to Fed Ex for the third time to pick up a package that was delivered nine days ago! My Mom sent me a huge care package and it took me two weeks to figure out how to track it down.

  Another thing I will never get used to is the military presence here. I mean, they all seem like nice soldiers but it’s jarring to walk down the street and then boom, there’s five or six fully uniformed army folks casually carrying guns that look like they belong in a video game. I don’t dare take photos of them but they do say bonjour without a smile as I walk by. Oh, and they wear berets. I suppose I am lucky to live in a relatively safe neighborhood because there have been random knife attacks since we have arrived and sadly, I am always cautious when we are in large crowds.

I also seemed to have a hyper-sensitive aversion to noise. I was equally annoyed by the nonsense noise caused by our hillbilly neighbors (they had the world’s lamest garage band) in LA. Here, the sounds are subtle but torturous. For example, we noticed the first night while in bed, the upstairs neighbor’s toilet must be directly above our heads. Imagine the sounds we heard. They also had some type of saloon door that swings shut. This door produced a boom, bump, bump, bump sound all day long, just about every 30 seconds. I was very close to paying them a friendly visit to offer some felt pads but we moved into a new apartment. Just as we arrived at our new home we were welcomed by the constant cooing of les pigeons. They nest outside of our kitchen window and their incessant cooing sounds make me want to murder.

My final (first-World) problem is our new apartment doesn’t have a separate dryer. They consider this country sophisticated? I was warned about the hard, scratchy towels of Paris so I’ve always traveled with my own towel. The night before we left LA, I took a shower and used my soft, brand new bath towel that I packed in my carry-on. Then as we were re-packing our stuff I realized I only had enough room for either my winter coat or my towel. I was already wearing my camel year-round coat on the plane so I had to make a Sophie’s Choice. I decided it won’t be so terrible to buy new towels in Paris once we arrived. Guess what? Soft, plush towels do not exist here! I was stuck using my face towel for the first week. Monoprix does sell towels but they have a scratchy texture and cost $32.99 each. So, lesson learned, travel with your own pillowcases and towels. I did bring my allergy-free pillowcase covers with me. So, I’m living in 1925 y’all!

I adore freshly dried linen sheets or hand-washed pajamas but putting on stiff as cardboard undies sucks! Now I understand why everyone has to iron clothes here.

In other fun news, it’s peony season! My favorite flower is in bloom and you can buy four stems for 20 euros. Well, that’s how much they were at the marche however Antz found a sweet bouquet for me for Mother’s day for just ten euros.

  This is how they look three days later, swoon.

May 1st is May Day. According to Wikipedia, on 1 May 1561, King Charles IX of France received a lily of the valley as a lucky charm. He decided to offer a lily of the valley each year to the ladies of the court. At the beginning of the 20th century, it became custom to give a sprig of lily of the valley, a symbol of springtime, on 1 May. Nowadays, people may present loved ones either with bunches of lily of the valley.

Liv has been a crafting machine since most of her toys couldn’t fit in her suitcase. She has decided she needs a handmade sword and shield.

  I took her to La Droguerie to buy a pom pom making kit. This colorful place is located on

9-11 Rue du Jour, 75001 Paris, France

She was able to customize her own glitter! This kid and I were in rainbow craft supplies heaven.

We try to go to visit a new arrondissement every weekend. The parks here are absolutely gorgeous. Just don’t ever step on the grass. When the sky turns blue here, you grab a picnic basket and run outside!

Jardin de Luxembourg Rue de Vaugirard, Boulevard St. Michel, Rue Auguste-Comte and Rue Guynemer 75006 Paris, France

The boat rentals are €4 for 30 minutes. Liv chose Mexico to rep her Grandma Maria.

I think the pony ride was €8. Sweetest pony but our seven year old child is a giant.

Parc Floral 4 route de la Pyramide | Bois de Vincennes, 12th, 75012 Paris, France

We also love strolling our new neighborhood to hunt for Invaders.

Liv pointed out the heart shapes in the window panes.

One evening we took a stroll and ended up on Île de la Cité just at sunset. I swear I am never going back to the US!! Life here is tres beau.

Ask me anything about living in Paris.

Life in Paris: Month Deux Bonjour mes amis, It has already been two months since our arrival in Paris! I cannot tell you how fast this time has flown by.

#Farmers market #Paris #Park

[nerdyfoodandbeercollector-blog]

Depression Series: A Working Title (part 1)

A fair warning is probably needed, I suppose: This post is not and has nothing to do with feer and bood (or beer and food, for that matter). This is a multi-part series I decided to write about living with my depression. Super uplifting stuff (but seriously give it a shot, you might learn something). I guess this first part is more of a “What is it and why?” part. 

14 years ago, I was first diagnosed with depression. As odd as it sounds, my depression is one of my oldest acquaintances, always around, hovering over me like a cloud, the persistent voice of negativity and self-criticism that I hear all the time, detracting from... the good things in my life... a constant part of my life for as long as I can remember. And not too long after that, and only recently have I discovered this, my anxiety came with it. 

I try hard not to show it or let anyone see it or know that it's there. For a long time, I thought that it was normal. And then, that changed to me thinking that I deserved it, that I was meant to carry it because I wasn’t good enough to be normal, and that if I ever should admit to it, it would shameful (and don’t even get me started on how pressure men in our society to not show emotions, to not be sad, to not be depressed, on how I was supposed to play football and not do theater or how I was called f*g for crying and showing emotion at Timberwolves camp. I still hit the most free throws that summer). if I just pushed through and lived my life it would go away, right? So that's what I did. I didn't talk about it. I put on a smile, kept my chin up and just carried on, like a good British soldier. Tried hard in school, got a job that turned into a career, got a second job for my hobby, went out with friends, married my best friend, and just tried to navigate each day the best I could. 

But it's always been there, my depression, my anxiety, my passengers, with me along the way, ebbing and flowing and crashing inside me. I see them each birthday to remind me I’m a year older and to critique me for what I haven’t done, they’re there every Christmas to make me sad for the state of the world, for the family not there, or for how quick it all goes and how we chase the joy of the holiday season until it fades like sunlight in winter. When a co-worker tells me news I’m hearing for the first time, my depression and anxiety tell me that I should take it personally that no one wanted to tell me, that people are purposefully withholding information from me, that I am bad at my job for being the last to know, that I am probably going to be fired. When my wife asks, cautiously, if I am in a bad mood, I suddenly become enraged even if I was actually perfectly content moments earlier. And then throughout all my days every day, I am reminded of something of my past or play a memory in my head that brings an overwhelming sense of nostalgia over me like a wave, and suddenly I am sad I’m not back there. They seep through, more and more, as the years go on, causing me to lash out, say things I don’t mean, self-sabotage myself in more ways than I even know (I’m still learning about them all). I am self-sabotaging as I write this (I’ve been picking at my beard since I started, my anxiety takes over). 

Honestly, I find it so hard to talk about. There are so many thoughts that race through my mind that I probably won’t ever share, I’ll just tuck them away deep within, even if they hurt, especially if they hurt. I struggle to talk about this with my best friends because I feel like by doing so, I’m protecting them. And actually, sometimes they just don’t know how to help or what to say. Why should I care if you think I’m a great person if I hate who I am?

And then I think that I’m probably doing a disservice to someone’s real depression, and so I keep shut, I clam up, I don’t talk about it, I stay in my head and I spiral and my attitude changes and I become irritable and then I start to realize I’m digging this hole and everyone around me isn’t happy to interact with me, like they’re walking on eggshells, and I don’t want that so I start to tear at myself to try and fix it and I’m under so much pressure because I keep looking at how much time I’m wasting being miserable, making you miserable.

Sometimes I am lucky to encounter others like me, with lasting depression as a companion, and for a moment you can be reminded that you’re not alone. And then I look at the numbers, and I can see, I’m not alone: 

1 in 5 Americans will be impacted by mental illness during their lifetime. 

We lose about as many people to suicide each year as we do to breast cancer.

2/3 of people with depression do not actively seek nor receive proper treatment. 

Suicide is the 2nd leading cause of death for ages 15-44 (42,773 deaths by suicide in the US in 2014). 

Women experience depression at twice the rate of men. 

There are nine different types of depression a person can be diagnosed with.

Depression ranks among the top three workplace issues, following only family crisis and stress. 

OK, I could go on and on here. One of the things that sparked all this was this article about what it is like to be high-functioning and have depression. Here are some quotes: 

This is the ordeal for millions of Americans who have depression: always "on" because of high-pressure jobs, sleep-deprived and feeling like you just have to continue keeping your chin up. Many don't realize that depression can lurk in the background, allowing you to go through the motions but still depriving you of the ability to live life to its fullest.

On the surface, high-functioning depression may seem like it's easier to deal with, but it can persist for years, leading to more functional impairment over time than acute episodes of major depression... Research has shown that the low self-esteem, lack of energy, irritability, and decrease in productivity that accompanies persistent depression is associated with significant long-term social dysfunction, psychiatric hospitalizations, and high rates of suicide attempts. And, ironically, persistent depression also puts people at a higher riskfor major depressive episodes with more severe symptoms.But the stigma around mental illness—or any signs of weakness—prevents people from revealing their stress to friends and colleagues. 

It hit home to me for so many reasons. I struggle that I am too goddamn self-critical to let me slip up and not be high-functioning. And I hate myself for it. The article resonated with me, as if someone else has lived with similar acquaintances, too. 

Why write this, you ask? Who cares might be a more accurate question (aren’t I uplifting?). Not that people don’t care, just maybe not enough to go read a long-ass blog about this kind of thing. Maybe it’s depressing (humor!).  I ask myself these same questions and even struggled to share any of this at all. For the last few weeks, I’ve had this idea to write a series on my blog (it’s about food and beer, but also now I suppose some random thoughts and happenings in my life) about my depression to maybe have the opportunity to reach out to others that might feel something similar. If you feel like me at all and you’re not talking about it, then hopefully this reaches you. I’m starting to open up to someone who maybe knows what they are doing and progress is slow but hey, I got the courage to write all this, didn’t I? I struggle with how we talk about depression. I struggle that there often isn’t a safe place for people to talk about their depression and their thoughts without being labeled or without being seen as unsafe. 

"If you admit that you're depressed or you have a mental health issue, people on the outside, who are not dealing with that, automatically label you as being crazy," Judge says.

I struggle with how depression is so commonly misunderstood, even by some of my friends and family. I struggle with how it’s been portrayed t is yet another one of those topics we just don’t like talking about enough. Wouldn’t it be interesting to see some thoughts out in the open?

I think that maybe, just maybe, if writing is cathartic, and to me and many people it is, that by writing some of this down it might help me better understand not only my depression, but also myself and who I am. And in the end, isn’t that what we’re really trying to do? 

I don’t know what I am holding onto that makes me this way, but I’m holding onto something and I’m getting tired. I’m trying. 

#allofmythoughts #depression

[passionate-baker]

Exploring Copenhagen, Denmark

This coming September, I will have known one of my best friends for twelve years. That’s half of my lifetime &, I would say, a rather impressively long time to still enjoy another person’s company. We’ve spent a heck of a lot of time together during our twelve years, so much so that our teachers used to make comments to our parents about us being glued together at the hip. That’s normal though, right? Our school days went like this: if one of us wanted to go somewhere, then the other followed suit. Even now, years after school has ended, we can usually be found together most of the time. Probably the biggest example of this was that time I decided to walk across Spain on the Camino de Santiago & I didn’t even really have to convince her into coming with me, she just did. 

As far as I can remember, we’ve journeyed abroad no less than nine times together, & visited a total of seventeen cities, not including travelling within Ireland. Quite frankly, I think she’s a keeper. 

A few months ago, we realised that it had been close to three years since our last trip abroad together. This was enough to prompt us to start looking up flights, accommodation, cities etc. Spain, Croatia, Poland? Denmark? Denmark stuck, & everything fell perfectly into place for Copenhagen. It was decided. 

The Danish capital is one of the most beautiful cities I’ve ever been in, & I speak for the two of us when I say with absolute certainty that we loved every single second of our time there. We spent (nearly) all day every day being amazed by the beauty around every single corner. Cobbled streets, pastel painted buildings, rose bushes, bikes as far as the eye can see, cinnamon rolls, amazing coffee, beautiful Danish people everywhere (why is everyone so blonde & perfect in Denmark!?), quirky parks & statues, an incredible atmosphere, & an overall sense of calmness & safety. I know that last one sounds a little bizarre, but I don’t think I’ve ever felt so safe in a city - everyone just seems so laid back & casual. 

Heaps of photos & recommendations on where to go, what to do, where to drink, & where to eat below!

Stay 

Copenhagen Downtown Hostel // this is the same place I stayed the first time I visited Copenhagen, and I still loved it this time ‘round. It’s a casual chilled out kind of place & the staff are super lovely. We stayed in a 4-bed female only dorm during our stay & it was perfect for what we needed - it was quiet & clean & cozy. Added bonus: you get a free dinner thrown in when you book through their website & also the alcohol is gloriously cheap. 

Do

The Round Tower // this was one of the things that somehow eluded me on my first trip to Copenhagen a couple of years ago, so I was pretty eager to visit the tower this time around. It turned out to be one of our most favourite things that we did during our time in the city, we completely loved it. The price of a ticket is dirt cheap - something like 3 euro - and it is beyond worth it. Instead of the usual pain of having to climb up a billion steps on a tight spiraling staircase, the path to the top of the Tower is a welcoming spiral slope. 

Rosenborg Palace // the whole truth: we only wandered down to Rosenborg Palace because we spied it from the top of The Round Tower & thought it was high time we visited a pretty garden. Wandering into the gardens is like wandering into a movie scene set in Paris - there’s something about the roofs of the surrounding buildings and the people picnicking with glasses of rosé & baguettes and the other people celebrating a birthday with bunting wrapped from tree to tree that just makes it all feel so surreal in the best way ever. During our walk of the grounds we came across the royal guard about to make their journey over to Amelienborg Palace for the changing of the guard.

Amelienborg Palace // we didn’t plan on paying to visit the inside of the palace - although I’m sure it’s worth it - so we planned our day around going to see the changing of the guards, which happens on the grounds of the residence every day at noon. The (what look like) toy soldiers come marching into the centre of the square & slowly make their way around to each of the four houses to change guards while the crowds excitedly snap away. Coincidentally, the day we decided to visit was also the King & Queen’s 50th wedding anniversary, so the place was extra jammed with people! 

Botanical Gardens // it was maybe definitely a bad idea for us visit the Botanic Gardens when we did, as there was four too many drinks the previous night & the sheer heat inside the glasshouse nearly killed us both. It’s this huge big beautiful old greenhouse that makes you feel like you’re walking through the forest & there’s this gorgeous cast-iron spiral staircase that leads you up to a top level so you can walk amongst the super tall plants (which was definitely the worst idea we had ever because there was even less air up there). After our glasshouse experience we spent some time breathing in some quality fresh air in the gardens, which were most delightful. 

Krusemyntegade // you might find yourself wondering why on earth I’m recommending you visit a random road well out of the city. Well, if you’re anything like me (or half of the other people on Instagram), then this is definitely a road you’ll want to see. We affectionately started to refer to it as Instagram Road - pastel colours as far as the eye can see, roses crawling up the side of nearly every house, bikes parked nonchalantly all over the place, & an odd bench here & there for sitting back & taking it all in. It’s basically Copenhagen’s version of St. Luke’s Mews.

The Little Mermaid // what trip to Copenhagen would be complete without getting to visit The Little Mermaid? She’s located a bit further afield than most of the other attractions, but just think of it as a Hans Christian Anderson type pilgrimage. Of course, the statue is a huge attraction in the city, so don’t expect to have her all to yourself - I took five photos during our time there: in three of the photos it looks like she’s being attacked by a swarm of tourist canoe boat-ers, there are some miscellaneous heads popping up in two of them, & in the last one she’s (rather rudely) having her nipple tweaked by some drunken man.

Agnete & the Merman // you have to hunt this statue down - it is so cool! It’s a group of statues under the water at Slotsholm Canal & it never ceases to fascinate me. Hard to see on a sunny day, but so worth checking out. 

Nyhavn // we were pretty lucky during our visit, because we had to walk through Nyhavn basically anytime we wanted to get anywhere. There’s something magical about this old harbour - there’s jazz music & a nice atmosphere in the air at all times. It’s also one of those places you just have to visit to get that quintessential Copenhagen photo. 

Canal Tour // this was my second time doing a canal tour in Copenhagen & even this time around I loved every second. Our canal tour left from Nyhavn, where there are a couple of companies offering different routes. We did the standard one that brought us out & around Christianshavn, as well as past a few of the main attractions - Amelienborg Palace, the Opera House, the Black Diamond Library, & The Little Mermaid. 

Tivoli Gardens // a whole day out that is totally worth the money. There are (I think) a few different options for tickets, but we bought a band that gave us entry into the gardens, which means that you can sit around & relax & watch whatever ballet or folk dancing that happens to be on at the open air stages and also gave us unlimited rides on every ride in the park. The gardens themselves have peacocks roaming free, fairy lights strewn overhead, & plenty of restaurants, cafes, & bars to keep everyone happy. We spent our day working our way through the map of the rides, going back to the ones we liked 2-5 times (getting our money’s worth), drinking beer, watching ballet, & exploring the (small but cool) aquarium. 

Magstræde // no, this is not just another beautifully photogenic street, it is the oldest surviving street in Copenhagen. The street (which still has its original cobbling!) was two seconds from where we were staying, & we were entirely unable to pass up an opportunity to walk down it at every chance we had. 

Drink

Original Coffee // confession: good coffee shops are the first thing I investigate when planning my trips away. Original Coffee was top of my list, & we certainly weren’t disappointed. Added bonus: the branch at Illum shopping centre is located on the top floor, so you can sit outside & watch the world go by beneath you. 

Espresso Roasters // admittedly, the only reason we stopped into ER was because we had been traipsing all over town looking for a coffee shop that was meant to do the best cinnamon rolls ever, but we couldn’t find it & we were totally desperate & on the verge of becoming hangry. Turns out that the cinnamon rolls here are fab! Heated ever so slightly & perfectly spiced.

Husted Vin // we didn’t actually get to go to Husted Vin, but I’m adding it to the list because I want you to go & tell me how it is. Typically, the one day we had planned to go there it was closed, but it had been open every single time we’d walked past previously. 

Biergarten @ Tivoli Gardens // I’ve said it before & I’ll say it again: I have this thing with Germany, which pretty much means I love all things German, especially beer & pretzels. I’m only a little bit ashamed to tell you that we visited the Beirgarten twice during the handful of hours we spent at the Gardens - both times indulging in a 1/2 litre tankard of beer & just once devouring a hot freshly baked salty pretzel. We regret nothing. Added bonus: going on roller-coasters a little tipsy is the most fun thing to do ever! 

Eat

Sonny // we walked past this hipster looking cafe on our way into the city on our first morning & immediately made plans to go back for breakfast the next day. The interior is gorgeous, the menu is full of health options (as is every other menu in Copenhagen), the music is very hipster-chic, & the coffee is wonderful. Added bonus: they offer a jasmine & orange iced tea, which is totally amazing & definitely a good choice. 

Atelier September // similar to Sonny, the menu is full of health. We both opted for the ‘Grapefruit & Blueberries with granola’ breakfast, which certainly left me feeling healthy. Luckily, they also had croissants & poppy seed danishes pumped full of butter to cancel out the health side of things, & for this we were truly grateful. It’s worth visiting here to see the space alone -- a gorgeous open room with communal tables & an open work station -- but also for the amazing coffee & mismatching ceramics. 

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anonymous asked:

Bellarke Fic were Bellamy finds out when Clarke's birthday is and makes her her a ring or bracelet or picks her a flower or something?? :) - cause she should still celebrate her birthday even if it's the apocalypse :) THANKYOU

Belated

Wow, k, so I saved this ask in my drafts and now it won’t post which is super cute. Sorry, anon. Anyway, I wrote this fairly quickly? It was just fun to write lmao. ALSO ty @bcnightsquad​ for inspiring me with the drinking game vignette you sent <3

Fandom: The 100 Pairing: Bellarke Rating: G Words: 1,381

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Bellamy shouldn’t have expected to beat Clarke at pong. He saw her obliterate everyone at every alcohol fueled game during their time at the Dropship, but for some reason he still agreed to play against her tonight. He’s not bad, and she’s had to down a few of her own cups thanks to him, but Clarke has hardly missed a shot. Before he knows it, Bellamy is chugging his last cup in defeat.

“You know,” he says, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, “seeing as I’m a member of the guard, the legal drinking age is twenty one, and you’re only seventeen, I could arrest you right now if I wanted to.”

With a roll of her eyes, Clarke aims the browned, bent ping pong ball they used to play at Bellamy’s head. “First of all, age restrictions stopped being enforced the day one hundred kids were sent to Earth without adult supervision,” Clarke reminds him. It’s not a written rule but Bellamy supposes it’s true. Age is obsolete when all that matters is survival. “Second,” Clarke continues, “I’m eighteen.”

“Still not of age,” counters Bellamy. He tosses the ping pong ball back to her.

“Must we revisit my first point?”

Clarke’s age has never been something Bellamy focused on. She’s wiser than the oldest Arkadian and more mature than most adults. If her youthful features didn’t play a factor in Bellamy’s perception of her, he would assume she’s the most ancient person on the planet. It’s easy to forget that in reality, the only reason Clarke is on Earth at all is because she was just a kid.

And now she’s not.

Age isn’t important on the ground, birthdays even less so, but people are important. Clarke is important. Especially to Bellamy.

How could he have possibly missed her birthday?

“Since when have you been eighteen?” Bellamy asks.

Clarke shrugs, walking over to the other end of the table to stand with him. “Since Mount Weather, I think. Could have been before that. The council forgot to supply us with calendars.”

“Typical.”

“Not that Priamfaya would spare me if I were still seventeen.”

“You’re literally turning a conversation about your birthday into a discussion about the end of the world.”

“My birthday was months ago, Bellamy.” Any humor Clarke wears slips from her face as she steps into his space. She stares him dead in the eyes when she says “the apocalypse is now.”

Trying for comfort, Bellamy slides his knuckles along the path between her elbow and shoulder. “You really know how to lighten the mood, Princess.”

Frowning, Clarke conks her head against his shoulder and rests it there. Into his sleeve she mumbles a halfhearted “shut up.”

While the topic of Armageddon is always buzzing throughout Arkadia, any mention of Clarke’s birthday is not after that night. Not that it should be. Like Clarke said, it was months ago. Bellamy, however, can’t seem to shake it from his brain.

He’ll have a meal that’s not gross and wish he’d had it for Clarke as a birthday dinner. The sweet berries he finds down by the river could be used for an excellent birthday pastry. The flowers growing along the Ark’s metal shell would be an extra sweet present.

Bellamy makes a list of these things, in case Clarke ever makes it to nineteen.

It doesn’t occur to him that he can still do something for her now, months after her birthday, until he and Kane stop by Niylah’s trading post on their way to Polis.

The weather is shifting dramatically as the days go by, and though it was blistering hot when they left Arkadia two hours ago, it’s below freezing now. The Ark issued guard jackets are nothing against the biting winds and slushy rain they’re facing.

Kane has decided to invest in heavy furs to protect them against the cold. He goes through a pile at one end of Niylah’s store while Bellamy stands and broods at the other. He distracts himself from the memories this place brings by watching the chimes clang and ding with the violent wind, over and over. Old silverware crashes against jewelry crashes against wires and tubing and scrap.

Bellamy almost doesn’t recognize her dad’s watch amidst all the thrashing.

Its black band is frayed at the edges, its face cracked to the point where the hands are no longer visible. Though when Bellamy plucks it from the chime it hangs from and holds it to his ear, he can still hear the ancient ticking of time inside.

“Here’s your fur,” Kane says from behind him. He passes Bellamy a massive pelt, midnight black, the softest thing Bellamy’s fingers have ever touched. He melts just imagining how warm it will keep him in this brutal weather.

Bellamy offers Kane a grateful nod and regretful smile. The fur is extraordinary.

He knows he can’t keep it.

Without saying a word, Bellamy lifts the watch for Kane to see, It takes a moment for the other man to process before recognition dawns on his face, then understanding. “You do what you have to do,” he says.

So Bellamy trades his new warm fur for Jake Griffin’s old broken watch.

“Clarke never wanted to sell it,” Niylah tells him, sad eyes trained on the face cradled in his palm, “but she had nothing else to give.”

Bellamy doesn’t mind the subzero chill when the watch is clutched safely in his hand. Not even when his nose runs and his eyes water and he loses all feeling in his extremities. Not even when his lips turn blue or when he slips from consciousness outside Polis’ gates. Not even when he wakes up in med bay with no recollection of the last two days.

Selling his fur was still worth it.

Eyes fluttering open, Bellamy squints against the fluorescent lights bearing over him, turning his head to find Clarke sitting vigil at his bedside.

A hissed “I can’t believe you,” is the first thing he hears. Clarke is struggling to glare at him through the relief swimming in her eyes. Her hands are gripping his vice like. “Kane told me what you did.”

Bellamy blinks, trying to remember how exactly he wound up this way.

“You traded your fur,” Clarke reminds him, “for a watch that doesn’t even work.”

“Didn’t need a fur,” Bellamy mumbles. “There was a nice breeze.”

“Bellamy, it wasn’t a breeze. You almost died of hypothermia.”

He looks down at their hands, both of her own still wrapped tightly around his. On her right wrist is the watch, tattered and shattered but there, on her, where it belongs.

He taps its face with his free hand. “Happy birthday.”

A frustrated huff escapes her, at war with the smile fighting to curl at the corners of her lips. “Bellamy...”

“You’re welcome.”

A tear spills from her eye and lands on Bellamy’s thumb. He releases her hands to swipe it across her cheekbone, brushing the moisture away. His heart aches, the way it always does when she cries, except this time the ache is sweet. This time, she’s smiling too.

“Thank you,” Clarke whispers, voice so small he can barely hear her, “but this watch wouldn’t have meant anything if I lost you.”

Not for the first time, she leaves Bellamy speechless.

With every word spoken, every action taken, Clarke has made it explicitly clear how much Bellamy means to her in the last few weeks. He knows he’s not her foot soldier or some means to an end. He knows they’re equals, on every level, and partners in everything they do. Together they’re leaders, confidantes, best friends, possibly...more. Whatever they are, they need each other. It’s the only thing he’s certain of.

So maybe the watch wasn’t worth his life. But seeing the light shine in Clarke’s eyes, Bellamy doesn’t regret a thing.

“Yeah.” Emotion wells in his chest and he clears his throat before speaking. “I’ll try not to die the next time I go birthday shopping for you.”

Clarke scoffs, but she’s grinning stupidly when she leans her head on his side, and her watch clad hand over his heart. Bellamy clasps it, holding her close.

“Don’t even bother trying,” says Clarke. “I already have everything I need.”

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Episode 51: Smash Brothers, Oscars & Gods and Robots

Happy Australia Day/ Invasion day or just plain hi, how are you today; whatever floats your boat these days. Hopefully everyone is taking care of themselves in this extra hot summer and keeping hydrated. Whoever it was that invited Diablo or whoever please send them home. Happy 20th birthday to Super Smash Bros, it seemed like 20 years at the E3 release for the latest installment of fun, but no, the game with the same head developer is 20, well done. We meander down the path of other games that have stood the test of time, either in the same original format of reincarnated into newer and slightly different formats. Then DJ brings us some news about the Oscar nominations, and Black Panther is on it, I know, yay, go Marvel. DJ is happy about that, and congratulations on a super hero movie finally getting a nomination. Hollywood is starting to recognise Nerds are a large market share finally. There are some interesting names on the list, including Green Book, a film worth checking out. Then Buck brings us a book entitled ‘Gods and Robots’ that looks at the historical accounts of robots and automatons throughout civilisation in many different forms. He is like a kid in a candy shop he is so excited. We also have the regular shout outs and events of interest, including a special birthday for Selma and Patty, who? Listen and find out. Thanks as always for your continued listening and support, take care of yourselves and look out for each other, and drink heaps of water.

EPISODE NOTES:

Super Smash brother turns 20

- https://twitter.com/Sora_Sakurai/status/1087140521020088320/

- https://www.videogamer.com/news/super-smash-bros-turns-20-today

Oscar Nominations 2019

- https://variety.com/2019/film/news/oscar-nominations-2019-list-1203112405/

Gods and Robots

- https://www.sciencenews.org/article/our-fascination-robots-goes-all-way-back-antiquity

Games currently playing

Professor

– Super Smash Brother Ultimate - https://www.smashbros.com/en_AU/

Buck

– Elder Scrolls Online - https://store.steampowered.com/app/306130/The_Elder_Scrolls_Online/

DJ

– Darksiders 3 - https://store.steampowered.com/app/606280/Darksiders_III/

Other topics discussed

Pong (1972 Game)

- https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pong

E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial (1982 Game)

 - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/E.T._the_Extra-Terrestrial_(video_game)

881 E.T cartridges buried

- https://arstechnica.com/gaming/2015/08/881-e-t-cartridges-buried-in-new-mexico-desert-sell-for-107930-15/

Pac Man (1980 Game)

- https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pac-Man

Asteroids (1979 Game)

- https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Asteroids_(video_game)

Spacewar (1962 Game)

- https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spacewar!

Frogger (1981 Game)

- https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frogger

Call of Duty (first-person shooter video game franchise)

- https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Call_of_Duty

Master hand (Smash Brothers boss)

- https://supersmashbros.fandom.com/wiki/Master_Hand

Street Fighter (fighting video game franchise)

- https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Street_Fighter

Double Dragon (1987 Game)

- https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Double_Dragon_(video_game)

Double Dragon 4 (2017 Game)

- https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Double_Dragon_IV

The Day of the Triffids (1951 Novel)

- https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Day_of_the_Triffids

Oscar nomination firsts

- https://www.abc.net.au/news/2019-01-23/oscar-nominations-netflix-roma-marvel-black-panther-historic/10738056

- https://slate.com/culture/2019/01/oscar-nominees-2019-first-superhero.html

Seasame Street Lawsuit against Happytime Murders’ Lawsuit

- http://fortune.com/2018/05/31/the-happytime-murders-movie-lawsuit/

Lady Gaga quoting Bradley Cooper when winning an award

- https://www.thehits.co.nz/spy/lady-gaga-uses-the-exact-same-same-quote-about-bradley-cooper-in-every-a-star-is-born-interview-and-it-is-hilarious/

Neil Patrick Harris

- https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neil_Patrick_Harris

Lady Gaga wins Golden Globes for best actress in American Horror Story

- https://variety.com/2016/tv/news/lady-gaga-golden-globe-winner-american-horror-story-hotel-1201676564/

Halle Berry wins Oscar for Best Actress

- https://www.nytimes.com/2002/03/25/movies/beautiful-mind-wins-best-actress-goes-to-halle-berry.html

Monster’s Ball

- https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monster%27s_Ball

Oscar awards shake up

- https://www.nme.com/news/change-is-coming-oscars-announce-new-awards-for-next-years-ceremony-2364546

- https://www.theguardian.com/film/2016/jan/21/oscars-awards-diversity-crisis-african-american

Animatronio (Futurama character)

- https://theinfosphere.org/Animatronio

Gods and Robots: Myths, Machines, and Ancient Dreams of Technology at Amazon

- https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0691183511/ref=as_li_qf_asin_il_tl?ie=UTF8&tag=sciencenews06-20&creative=9325&linkCode=as2&creativeASIN=0691183511&linkId=f7c8730b7bc5b59c66bfc44d81571bdd

Adrienne Mayor (Author)

- https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adrienne_Mayor

Super Smash Brothers trophy option

- https://www.ssbwiki.com/trophy

Fallout 76 is not going free to play

- https://www.pcgamer.com/au/fallout-76-is-not-going-free-to-play-in-case-you-were-wondering/

Phantom Zone (DC Comics)

- https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phantom_Zone

The Cell (2000 Movie)

- https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Cell

Pasteurization process

- https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pasteurization

Milkmaids and the Smallpox Vaccine

- https://www.npr.org/sections/goatsandsoda/2018/02/01/582370199/whats-the-real-story-about-the-milkmaid-and-the-smallpox-vaccine

Shoutouts

23 Jan 1849 – Elizabeth Blackwell becomes the first woman M.D - https://www.history.com/this-day-in-history/first-woman-m-d

23 Jan 1922 – Leonard Thompson becomes the first person to receive insulin injections as treatment for diabetes - https://www.history.com/this-day-in-history/insulin-injection-aids-diabetic-patient

20 Jan 2019 - Masazo Nonaka, the world's oldest man, dies aged 113 - https://www.abc.net.au/news/2019-01-21/masazo-nonaka-worlds-oldest-man-dies/10730738

Famous Birthdays

19 Jan 1736 – James Watt, Scottish inventor, mechanical engineer, and chemist who improved on Thomas Newcomen's 1712 Newcomen steam engine with his Watt steam engine in 1776, which was fundamental to the changes brought by the Industrial Revolution in both his native Great Britain and the rest of the world. He developed the concept of horsepower, and the SI unit of power, the watt, was named after him, born in Greenock, Renfrewshire - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Watt

19 Jan 1809 -Edgar Allan Poe, American writer, poet and critic (The Pit and the Pendulum) considered the inventor of the detective fiction genre (Murders in the Rue Morgue), born in Boston, Massachusetts - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edgar_Allan_Poe

Dec 1854 or Jun 1855 – Ned Kelly, Australian bushranger, outlaw, gang leader and convicted police murderer. One of the last bushrangers, and by far the most famous, he is best known for wearing a suit of bulletproof armour during his final shootout with the police, born in Beveridge, Colony of Victoria - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ned_Kelly

22 Jan 1934 – Bill Bixby, American actor (The Incredible Hulk, My Favourite Martian & The Magician) director, producer, and frequent game-show panellist, born in San Francisco, California - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bill_Bixby

23 Jan 1950 – Richard Dean Anderson, American actor (McGuyver & Stargate franchise) and producer, born in Minneapolis, Minnesota - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Dean_Anderson

23 Jan 1951 - Chesley Burnett Sullenberger III aka Sully, American retired airline captain who, on January 15, 2009, landed US Airways Flight 1549 in the Hudson River off Manhattan after both engines were disabled by a bird strike; all 155 persons aboard survived, born in Denison, Texas - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chesley_Sullenberger

22 Jan 1940 – Sir John Hurt, English actor (Dr Who, V for Vendetta, Hellboy, Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, Harry Potter film series) his screen and stage career spanned more than 50 years, born in Chesterfield, Derbyshire - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Hurt

Events of Interest

22 Jan 1987 - Pennsylvania politician R. Budd Dwyer shoots and kills himself at a press conference on live national television, leading to debates on boundaries in journalism - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/R._Budd_Dwyer

23 Jan 1957 - Toy Company Wham-O produces the first Frisbees - https://www.history.com/this-day-in-history/toy-company-wham-o-produces-first-frisbees

22 Jan 1984 - The Apple Macintosh, the first consumer computer to popularize the computer mouse and the graphical user interface, is introduced during a Super Bowl XVIII television commercial.

- https://www.businessinsider.com.au/apple-super-bowl-retrospective-2014-1?r=US&IR=T

- https://www.upi.com/Iconic-Super-Bowl-ad-35-years-ago-sparked-Apples-rise-to-a-1T-company/2381548117342/

Intro

Artist – Goblins from Mars

Song Title – Super Mario - Overworld Theme (GFM Trap Remix)

Song Link - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-GNMe6kF0j0&index=4&list=PLHmTsVREU3Ar1AJWkimkl6Pux3R5PB-QJ

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