#52in52

[axxepackes]

Good morning, everyone. How are you? It's Friday and that means it's time for the latest track from the #52in52 project. I hope that you enjoy it. As always, please help support the project by sharing the music. Thanks!

[kingavrymusic]

I'm just an ordinary guy, with dreams on a global scale. I didn't choose music, music chose me. #unapologetic #KingSpeech #52in52 #1 #Ndoda #zimbabwe #art #filter #blacknwhite #handsome #b #musician #zimbabwean #Mukana #men #music #africa #kingofpop #viral #Love #indie #pop #rnb #melodies #FlStudio #beat #hiphop #HitMusicEmpire #unsigned #SoundCloud #stage https://www.instagram.com/p/BtssaUbjugU/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1ebue0q3p9f5g

[spenceraverywrites]

Chai and a brand new door: oh, I wonder what's in store! (Very glad that this is my second book of the year in my 52 Books in 52 Weeks Challenge) (Book: In An Absent Dream by the illustrious @seananmcguire) #amreading #52in52 #newbooks https://www.instagram.com/p/BtAqhK0ByKr/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=jhvzzlll5oxa

[theohshitfactors-blog]

Day 2... Check off 1

I tried pickled asparagus.

I now want to try others although perhaps not too closely together.

Pickled asparagus tastes like a softer, stringier, tangier version of a dill pickle. With a heavy asparagus after taste. It kicked my taste buds butts.

I also made a very american version of ramen although without the ramen noodles so I am not counting it as trying to make new foods.

My job is goal orientated too...

[zephsomething]

A story about a journey

Betty & Veronica at the request of @paper--elly

~1475 words long road trip fanfic, enjoy 

[link to archive]

“Turn here, Ronnie, Ronnie you missed the turn…” Betty trailed off as they passed the only turn shown on her map that lead back to the highway for the next gazillion miles. She leaned back in her seat and groaned. “We’re never getting back to the highway.”

“It was your idea to take the back road Bets.” Veronica waved a hand like she wasn’t bothered at all by this turn of events. “Just take this side road, we’ll avoid traffic you said. It’ll be faster you said.”

“It would have been faster!” She protested staring down at the map. 

“It hasn’t been.”

“You keep missing the turns!” 

“Ah well, win some lose some!” Veronica tossed a now empty drink container into the back seat of her car before pointing ahead of them. “That looks like a turn up ahead, see you’re worried for nothing again Bets.”

“That’s…” Betty looked down at her map and then up again at the incoming road. “It’s not on the map…”

“What’s the worst that could happen?” She practically sang the words as she twisted the wheel and shot them around the corner and onto the even smaller gravel road. 

“Famous last words.” Her hand tightened on the map as they shot, arguably far above acceptable speeds, down the tiny gravel road. 

Nearly an hour later as the sun with setting somewhere behind them and them still on the tiny gravel road Veronica sighed and glanced over at where Betty was staring out the window. “Okay maaaaybe this wasn’t a fantastic idea.”

“We’re going to be lost in the country forever.” Betty mumbled. “We’ll have to start raising bees and going to farmers markets and constantly need to fix up our tiny farmhouse.”

“We’re hardy that lost Bets and besides that sounds more like your ideal than a worst case scenario.” 

“I’m trying to think positive.” She stuck her tongue out at her, then her eyes lit up and she pointed out Veronica’s side window. “Look!”

“Awe that’s adorable!” Veronica cooed as she looked over, coming up nearby was a little B n’ B designed to look like an old fashioned wooden cottage. “It’s so Rustic!” 

“Well it’s certainly better than driving all night.” Betty nodded as Veronica turned off the tiny gravel road and pulled up in front of the building. 

Up close the bed and breakfast looked even more welcoming than it had from afar, warm light streaming out the windows, boxes of flowers lined the windows, and hanging of berries and tomatoes hung around the wrap around porch. As soon as they stepped through the doors a little old lady who looked like someone’s kindly grandmother came around the edge of the desk making a tuting noise. “You two lovely girls have dust all over your pretty hair, I can’t even imagine the shape your poor carriage is in.”

“Our car you mean?” Betty glanced back out the door at the car they’d left haphazardly parked near the little set of stairs up to the porch. 

“Yes, all this slang you young folks come up with goes straight through my head.” The lady nodded and gestured for them to follow her as she picked up a set of keys and headed off down the hall. Betty and Veronica exchanged laughter filled smiles as they followed her up a little staircase at the end of the hall. “Now this room is perfect for you two, lovely view of the back garden, lots of sun in the morning, two beds but either is big enough to share if you’d like.” 

Before they hand a chance to answer she’d pressed the key into Betty’s hand with a wink and headed back down the stairs.

“I guess we can pay her in the morning?” Veronica raised an eyebrow as she watched the lady disappear down the stairs.  

“She seems nice!” Betty spoke at the same time and laughed as she opened the door to their room. 

The room itself was nothing spectacular except for how warm and welcoming it felt, much like the rest of the b n’ b. The two beds were in the far corners of the room from the door with a wide window in between them. A desk was right under the window so that sitting at it you’d have a perfect view of the back garden. To one side of the door was a closet and to the other was a second door that led to a small bathroom.

“A little rougher than I’m used to but I do like it.” Veronica smiled as she looked around, dropping her purse on the desk before dropping onto one of the beds. 

“Right, remind me never to take you camping.” Betty laughed as she stepped into the room and closed the door. “This is so much nicer than some of the places I’ve stayed.”

“I only camp if I get to stay in a cabin with running water.” Veronica sniffed but she didn’t manage to hold the look of disdain as she ended up smiling up at Betty. 

“Yeah yeah spoiled princess.”  Betty’s smile was soft as she walked over, then she sat on the bed next to Veronica and let out an annoyed noise. “Shoot, we weren’t supposed to be out overnight, I didn’t even think to pack pajamas.”

“Guess we’ll just have to do without then, pity.” Veronica didn’t manage to look even a little upset about that. 

As nice as ‘lots of sunlight in the mornings’ had sounded the night before in reality it just meant that their room got extremely bright extremely early. So by about eight am they were both dressed and heading downstairs. A quite girl who couldn’t have been much younger than the two of them pointed them towards the dining room where they found a lovely breakfast bar laid out  that included, but was not limited to, fresh fruit, fresh veggies, a dozen different egg dishes, and slices of tomato. 

After breakfast they found the lady back at her post at the counter by the doors. Veronica walked towards her pulling her wallet out of her purse. “Ah good, how much do we owe you for all of this? It’s been lovely!”

“No no no, just take this and feed it to the birds.” The lady handed a bag of bird seed to Veronica and gestured towards the doors. “It’s on the way out to your carriage, car pardon me, and poor Penny isn’t feeling quite up to leaving the house today.”

“We can’t possibly not-”

“Nonsense little one.” The lady patted Betty’s cheek as she protested. “I invited you in, you don’t owe me a thing. Just feed the birds for me, they’ve been waiting all morning.”

“Well if you insist…” Betty trailed off as she looked around at the place, if the lady was in the business of not charging customers she had no idea how they managed to survive. 

Veronica took Betty’s hand and tugged her towards the door. “Thank you very much ma’am, we’ll be sure to feed the birds.” 

“You’re most welcome girls, enjoy your travels.”

Sure enough once they left the house there were dozens of birds perched around the porch, seemingly waiting for the birdseed Veronica was carrying. They tossed handfuls of it around the area in front of the porch and filled up a bird feeder that hung between a berry vine and a tomato. Once the bag was out of seed they both climbed into the car and drove off, Betty pulled out her journal in the passenger seat to write down everything that had happened. 

It wasn’t much further down the little gravel road that they drove into a town where the guy at the gas station quite happily gave them directions to the high way. 

“You must have gotten super lost last night, you came up through that old logging road, ain’t been nothing down that way in years.” He gestured down towards the road they’d come up. “They don’t even mark it on the maps anymore.”

“A bit yeah, there was a lovely Bread and Breakfast though, we stayed there last night.” Betty glanced back following the direction he was pointing. “Little old lady and her granddaughter I think.”

“It was sweet, if a little rustic.”  Veronica nodded.

The guy behind the counter laughed. “Ah, you two nearly had me going for a second there. There ain’t been a b n’ b down that way since before the highway way built to bypass our town, my granddad barely remembers the place.”

“But…” Betty frowned glancing at Veronica. 

“Whatever you say pal but we stayed there last night.” Veronica rolled her eyes as she finished paying. 

“Imagine, old Fran’s mum’s place still around like it didn’t burn down before any of us were born.” He was still chuckling as they left.

[stimtheline]

I completed my Reading Challenge of reading 52 books in 52 weeks! Favorite Sci-fi book: Sleeping Giants, Favorite Fantasy book: The Bear and the Nightingale, Favorite Young Adult fiction: Little Brother, Favorite Autobiography: Tranny, Favorite Nonfiction: 100 Amazing Facts About the Negro, Honorable Mentions: Challenger Deep, The Book of Dust, The Hawkeyes Comics Collections. I'm so excited to get started on next year's Challenge! #books #reading #goodreads #goodreadsreadingchallenge #goodreadsreadingchallenge2017 #readingchallenge #52in52 #52booksin52weeks #library #librarybooks #sleepinggiants #thebearandthenightingale #littlebrother #100amazingfactsaboutthenegro #challengerdeep #thebookofdust #hawkeye #clintbarton #hawkeyecomics #mattfraction #iheartbooks #laurajanegrace

[getlostinthesounds]

So I've read chapters of this and it's time I read the whole damn thing. Book 4 in #52in52 is this important work. #fuckprisons

[adventureaday]

All lit up at the Enchanted Forest. #DescansoGardens #getlit #adventureaday #lapassportstamp #timelapse #52in52 (at Descanso Gardens)

[dtjoyce]

The stained glass is some of the most vibrant and richly colored that I have seen so far in my visits to houses of worship in New York City. #52HOWin52weeks | Week 16 #church #Catholic #Catholicchurch #HolyFamily #HolyFamilyChurch #ChurchoftheHolyFamily #NYC #Manhattan #Midtown #MidtownManhattan #TurtleBay #TurtleBayManhattan #architecture #modernarchitecture #modernism #modernist #modernistarchitecture #UnitedNations #UN #UnitedNationsHeadquarters #UNheadquarters #UnitedNationsHQ #UNhq #52in52 #design #art #religion #⛪ #🇻🇦 (at Holy Family Church)

[abbajane]

Ugh only 3 books this month! I’m still a touch ahead of schedule for my #52in52 challenge (19/52 entering week 14) but I am still disappointed in myself this month. Well, on to April. May it be filled with books and lots of reading time! #bookstagram #readingchallenge #marchreads #strangethedreamer #guernseyliteraryandpotatopeelpiesociety #theravenking

[axxepackes]

Good morning, everyone. How are you? Here's the latest track from the #52in52 project. I hope that you enjoy it! As always, please help support the project by sharing the music. Thanks!

[kingavrymusic]

#RoyalUpdate #RoyalExperienceFridays #BrandNewMusic | #52in52 : King Avry (@kingavrymusic) - #Addicted [Prod by Tazz The Plugxx (@tazz_the_plugxx)] Link: www.soundcloud.com/kingavrymusic/addicted or check my bio 📷 - @chikondi.263.designs #52in52 courtesy of @194ent Distributed by @hvkafrika 02/52 #Twimbos #THC #kingavrymusic #hvkafrica #194Ent #52in52 #Zimbabwe #music #support #SoundCloud (at Masvingo)

[pixeltramp]

Film 21/52: Raw written & directed by Julia Ducournau. Desperate to fit in, Justine, a sheltered overachiever & model student struggles to follow her moral code in the face of temptation during her 1st week at veterinary school. She experiences unexpected consequences as her true self begins to emerge. Female sexuality, sibling rivalry, insatiable hunger & primal urges are thematically & visually intertwined throughout Raw. A vividly saturated palette is drenched in bold accent colors recalling Italian horror masters of the 1970s. We fear for doe-eyed, chin-up Justine's safety as she transform from bewilderment to feral. Great movie to watch in a crowd as audience reactions added to the film watching experience #52in52 (at Alamo Drafthouse San Francisco)

[theohshitfactors-blog]

On New Year’s Eve I am grateful to not be doing any ‘New Year New Me’ tactics. I kept thinking that I needed to tone down on my level of snarky in the last few months but I know it really isn’t that bad. Besides, it’s actually more sass than snark. I look at the list of 104 items, that actually includes more now, and think this will change me. Will i be nicer? Sweeter? Less snarky? More sassy? Honestly, I don’t give a damn. These resolutions shouldn’t be for the benefit of anyone else. Don’t quit smoking because your spouse wants you to! Do it for you. Don’t loose weight to make that person look at you more. Loose it because you want to. Pitfalls are ahead. Many trips and adventures and all the bumps, bruises and scrapes that they involve.

[zephsomething]

A story set during a war

Annnd we’re back to my ocs. I was going to write fluff and then plot happened? For just over 1000 words.

“I’m so tired.” Zeph leaned back against Medac during on of their very few quiet moments in recent years. 

“Of running or fighting?” Feylan asked from where he was laying in a similar position with Skylar. The four of them had all more or less collapsed onto Zeph’s bed when they realized there wasn’t an immediate threat of death. Skylar’s head had ended up on Zeph’s stomach and Feylan was curled against him, Medac was leaning against the wall so they didn’t all fall off the bed.

“Both.” Zeph rubbed at her eyes. “When was the last time I had a full nights sleep?”

“Nearly three weeks ago, and even then a nightmare woke you up.” Medac said it immediately, as both the ships medic and her partner he apparently had a vested interest in memorizing these facts. 

“Mmm.” Zeph nodded, or tried to anyway mostly she figured she was probably just softly headbutting Medac in the stomach. 

“How’d this whole this start anyway?” Feylan muttered. “All this searching for answers and that’s the one question I can’t figure out, we’re here because your sister is neck deep in all this shit but no one seems to know how the whole war started.”

“Does it matter?” Skylar mumbled, always the last of the lot of them to want to start a fight he seemed hardest hit by the war. “Tyr’s gone, most of the rest scattered to gods only know where and we’re stuck running rescue missions for people we’ll just have to rescue again in a week when the next planet gets targeted.”

“Could help us end the damn thing.” Medac said quietly and Feylan nodded, those two never stopped thinking. 

“Yeah but if all of mine and Feylan’s bribing and digging and threatening has turned up nothing-”

“Then we have to look at what we’ve been avoiding.” Feylan interrupted quietly. “We’ve been assuming your sister’s people have been playing the same game of catch up we have.”

“Aster doesn’t know anything, neither does Lilac.” She’d asked a hundred times, none of them had been wiling to keep secrets from the others once they found each other again. 

“They might not but there’s a lot of people that they work for, one of them might know something.”

“You two better come home safe from this mission of yours.” Skylar said quietly, one arm tightening around Feylan and the other reaching up to squeeze Zeph’s hand. 

“If you don’t I’ll figure out how to bring you back just so I can kill your dumb asses myself.” Medac agreed.

Within a week Zeph and Feylan had managed to round up a few of the old gang they’d traveled with to help Medac and Skylar on their rescue runs while the two of them dropped off for a while to do some proper digging. 

It was surprisingly easy, all things considered, to break into the building where Lilac’s HQ was stationed at the moment. Pretty much anyone who would have been stationed as guards was out patrolling the streets and trying to keep order. Feylan set the camera’s to loop the last quiet fifteen minutes and they started digging through files and data. Despite coming up with at least a dozen leads for corruption among the rank, which Zeph took a moment to forward to at least a dozen who’s files came back squeaky clean, they didn’t find anything even remotely big enough to be war causing. 

“It’s not surprising really, they street level.” Feylan shrugged as they put everything back how they’d found it and wiped everything down. “To find big shit you gotta think big.”

“Aster’s branch it is then, if someone’s going to cause a war it’ll be them.”

“Military and with almost no consequences?” Feylan nodded pulling his gadget from the last camera as they passed it. “That’ll be where we’ll find some leads.”

“How are we going to sort out the lead we need though?” Zeph ran a hand through her hair. “Everyone in that branch is some form of awful.”

“Even your sister?” Feylan asked raising his eyebrows at her. 

“She forced me to join her crew at gunpoint when I met her.” Zeph pointed out and shrugged. “Plus she’s the worst at paperwork, and gets most of her intel from our rather illegal ways which are entirely kept out of the reports she sends back.”

“Fair.” Feylan nodded

Unsurprisingly the offices of one of the few people who Aster’s particular branch of the Galactic Military answered to was both harder to break into and far more profitable. Zeph gathered any information they could use onto one of her data cubes that she kept in her pockets and added any leads that looked promising to the growing file she kept on her nanopad. She’d just finished copying the last lead, a kidnapped child who’d been reported but never investigated, when the alarm flared all throughout the building.

“Time to run?” Feylan raised an eyebrow. Zeph nodded but first she flipped the desk she’d been searching scattering the files across the room. Feylan caught on and knocked over a cabinet on his way back towards the window they’d climbed in. 

Zeph stopped for just a second to knock the books off the shelf and give Feylan time to get far enough down she wouldn’t run into him. It was just long enough for her to see the door open an someone tall and with to many arms to be a human run into the room, someone dressed in all the wrong colours to actually belong in that room. She jumped out the window, hooking the thorns from a few of her vines into the outer wall to slow her descent. As her feet hit the ground Feylan detached his cable and they jumped onto their little ship and shot off into the night. 

Over the next few days they laid low and went through the files they’d found and more and more of them pointed back at the family of the missing girl. It took them weeks to find a photo of the child and then they started at each other. 

“Isn’t that-?” Zeph started and stopped not quite believing her eyes.

“It’s gotta be except…” Feylan trailed off. 

“She’s way to young.” Zeph finished his thought, there wasn’t any denying who the girl looked exactly like though, that much was for sure.

[eeyoresgloomyday]

Bang on time 1/52 #52in52