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[vegaseatsass]

I’ve never seen IWTV and I’m getting a little concerned that Lestat declaring he’s going on tour is a canonical event and not like a fandom delusion event. What is going on in this show please be gentle I am very soft.

Okay so bearing in mind that I only watch the show and therefore anything I know about the book series has been gained solely through osmosis: The next season of the television series Interview With The Vampire is going to be an adaptation of The Vampire Lestat, which is about a vampire who everyone thought was dead (because the author originally killed him off, then changed her mind) who reappears in the story as a rock star. So it is a canonical event in the books, and one which the show creator apparently said is the reason he wanted to make this adaptation in the first place. If you're familiar with the fanfiction My Immortal, it would seem that was inspired ???? by The Vampire Lestat. (I have been told this by friends and can't find a citation but here's a post comparing their iconic opening paragraphs.)

The thing is I've been told there's also aliens, a timeskip into the future, and the lost city of Atlantis coming in this particular segment of canon, but as I've said I'm not familiar with the books myself so I can neither confirm nor deny the truth of these. But Lestat is absolutely going to go on a rock tour. In the ACTUAL show so far, he recorded some music in the early 20th century and has been established as a lover of performing and singing, but his appearance in the current timeline featured him "playing piano" on a slab of wood he had carved to look like a piano while classical music played on his personal electronic device and he pantomimed piano playing. He's in not a great place right now :( and admitted in the scene he probably wouldn't be ready to go on tour for a few years. So I think the rock tour season we have coming is going to be set in the actual future? When he's cleaned himself up a bit???? We shall see!

I apologize if this is not gentle enough ahaha!!! Like I said I am not the best person to ask about this because I only enjoy the fandom via my heavily curated dash and the television show itself, I think of myself as a casual fan in like "filthy casual" gamer terms. But I can confirm that the vampire Lestat is going to be going on tour, performing rock music, in canon, as like the central modern (or future?) day storyline of season 3!!!

[elysiumxii]

5 for Sei and Helios cause..nature~

SM*TTY GIF ICON MEME 5 MM for Sei & Helios

"Which once do you like? The cactus or the succulent? Apparently these ones flower!" Helios chimes happily, a plant pot in each hand as he holds the spikey cactus aloft and looks down at it. They, just like him, enjoy a lot of sunlight and would be perfect for the window ledge in their bedroom. The space wasn't big, but Helios intends to fill every inch with something green, growing and alive.

When he doesn't receive much of an answer he looks up and it only takes a few moments for him to place that far away look in his boyfriend's eyes, and he lowers the pots with a scoff. "Are you still thinking about it?" He teases, the corner of his lips curling in amusement. Sei had been spacy with far off looks all day, since the evening before they'd fully gone all the way together, finally. It seems that there were certain moments that continued to play in his boyfriend's mind, like some dirty mini movie.

"Sei! You're not taking this seriously-" he scolds but it is mostly in jest as he watches the dancer come back into himself, leaving Helios to laugh as he sets the pots down and moves over to him again. "Are you going to be like this every time we make love?" He coos, pressing a hand to Sei's chest as he leans closer to lightly brush their noses together. Yes, it was making love, because they were in love. That doesn't mean it can't be nice and dirty though.

As an idea strikes him, Helios hums as he glances around. A quick look over each shoulder before quickly grasping his lover's hand and pulls him away, to a more secluded part of the garden store, where they sold the bigger plants. Here there was thick foliage as large, sprawling plants spring from pots and around the corner a small little nook, that it doesn't take long to have Sei positioned into. He himself fully hidden from view as he grins and lets his hand smooth over his boyfriend's clothed crotch. "Shhh.." he whispers, before there is the tell tale sound of a zip lowering, and the scuffing of shoes on the pavement slabs as Helios lowers down onto his knees in front of him.

"If it's all you're going to think about, I guess I have to help you back into the here and now" he murmurs up to him, quickly having the weight of Sei's semihard cock in his hand, as he slowly strokes him from base to tip and back down again in a few lurid strokes. Keeping the hardening member close to his face as he grins up at him. Voyeurism, now that's something Helios didn't see himself being into, but as he presses a loving peck to the tip, he's starting to feel a little hot under the collar himself.

"You tell me which bits you keep remembering" he murmurs as he smooths his lips and tongue over the head, fingers gripping the shaft before he starts to take him into his mouth. Mixing his movements between slow licks with the flat of his tongue, and gradually gobbling him deeper with muffled moans around him. Hungrily devouring the thing of his dreams and hopefully encouraging that side of Sei out to play, the side that liked to fuck his throat.

[popentertainmentmusic]

Ken Sharp – I’ll Remember the Laughter (Jet Fighter)

Back in the day, when an artist could not fit all the goodies they had stored up on a single slab of vinyl, they would release a two-record set. The latest collection by pop/rock anthropologist Ken Sharp is an embarrassment of riches. It wouldn’t even fit in a two-record set, at 50 tunes it’s more like a three-record set or a box set.

The album title I’ll Remember the Laughter is rather apt because laughter is not the only thing this brace of tunes will make you remember. It is a stylistic traipse through the history of 60s and 70s AM/FM radio (with a little 80s and beyond mixed in for good measure).

Sharp has grown a cult audience for his sharp pop songwriting skills and on-point understanding of popular (and also obscure) music of the past. Taking a sonic trip through I’ll Remember the Laughter is like coming across a transistor radio from the multiverse; an alt-history of songs that could have, should have and would have been hits in the glory days of Top 40 radio, only if they had just been recorded in time.

It is a place where Todd Rundgren rubs elbows with T. Rex, The Knack hangs out with Hall & Oates, and The Raspberries had the kind of career that merited inclusion in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.

The styles of I’ll Remember the Laughter are all over this place – and I mean that in the best possible way. From the bluesy shredding of “No More Silver Linings,” the strutting bubblegum pop/soul of “42nd Street” to the catchy prog of “Halyx Rising (Lora’s Song)” to the sunshine pop of “Dennis” to the soulful lament “Cracking This Heart of Stone,” the album is a primer of musical styles and feels.

“Lightning Crash” feels like an old lost Cheap Trick fave, while “Shut Out the Lights” rides on a Clapton-esque guitar line. “Ghetto Child” (not to be mixed up with the Spinners classic of the same name) does share that song’s Philly International soulful vibe, as does the sweet intro to “Are You a Lover or a Fighter?” which eventually moves into more of a blue-eyed soul feel. “Between the Lines” on the other hand, pulls from the paisley underground school of The Dream Syndicate and The Bangles.

Beyond Sharp’s sharp originals, I’ll Remember the Laughter also offers some adventurous and intriguing covers. There is a swinging version of The Who’s “The Kids are Alright” and two (count ‘em) covers of songs from a semi-obscure pre-superstardom album by 80s pop/rock icon Rick Springfield of “Jessie’s Girl” fame. (Springfield adds some tasty backing vocals to Sharp’s recordings of his songs.) However, possibly the greatest cover is a stunningly catchy version of “Girl,” which is remembered in pop culture as the song which Davy Jones performed in his guest appearance on The Brady Bunch.

So, if you miss the glory days of pop radio, where diverse styles rubbed shoulders in a mind-boggling array of music – with the only true through line being that most of it was one hell of an earworm – you can recreate that sensation with I’ll Remember the Laughter.

Jay S. Jacobs

Copyright ©2023 PopEntertainment.com. All rights reserved. Posted: February 6, 2023.

[lgxnbook]

The National Parks Cookbook: The Best Recipes from (and Inspired by) America?s National Parks - Linda Ly

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Feast on the flavors of America?s national parks with more than 70 delicious recipes inspired by their iconic lodges, landscapes, and chefs?including savory dishes, cocktails, and desserts. Since the world?s first-ever national park?Yellowstone?was established, national parks have fed millions of hungry visitors in their historic dining rooms and restaurants. From?Acadia?s famous puffy popovers?to?Zion?s loaded Navajo tacos, guests have long enjoyed a range of unique regional cuisines, meals made from foraged foods, and gourmet menus whipped up by celebrated chefs, even in the middle of nowhere. Who can forget that piping-hot platter of?Moose Drool?Braised Bison Short Ribs in Yellowstone, or the massive slab of?Mile-High Blackberry Ice Cream Pie in Shenandoah? Maybe you keep dreaming about the?Huckleberry Margaritas from Grand Teton?(and the spectacular sunset that accompanied them on the deck of?Jackson Lake Lodge), or you still order the same?boysenberry pie from Yosemite?that you

[anjcolumna]

Happy 1st day of December! 🙌 @ramennagimanila has a very special treat for us Ramen lovers. I personally love these Three Kings for this month feature and I bet you would, too! 🍜Truffle King with earthy and musky flavor in the most festive way. The signature Ramen Nagi tonkotsu broth is further elevated with creamy truffle sauce. Layers of earthiness is in every slurp and bite, featuring smoked bacon slab, chashu slices, truffle oil, and fresh truffle slices bringing out the savoriness on your palate. 🍜Classic Crab King Experience the pure essence of the sea with the iconic Crab King Ramen, featuring pure crab sauce blended with the signature Tonkotsu broth, elevated with crab oil. The dish is garnished with a generous serving of pork loin, a bed of nori, and finally, spice-topped breaded soft-shell crab. 🍜Ebi King This ramen creation is a true delicacy straight from the sea. Char-grilled tiger prawns brushed with butter top a bed of thin noodles immersed in Tonkotsu Broth. The concoction is then loaded with all things shrimp oil, sauce, and powder as leeks, Tzatzik. Now available in all operating Ramen Nagi shops. For limited time only. @ramennagimanila #favoriteramen #ramennagimanila #wlteph (at Ramen Nagi, Greenbelt 3) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cln4Tkbhwhp/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[lover-slab]

𓈈 ꪷ ֢֢֢֢ 🚅 𝄒 ⟳ ̈ 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎́ 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚍 ⢓¹ ̤(•ω•｡`)♡ おはよ

うごね? ⢓𓂅 ̈❔ʾʾ⟳̤ 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝚘𝚛 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𓃹᪶す。

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[thebrotherswholoved]

I think you should stay ➵ wincest

content: au verse, argument, soulmates being soulmates, fluff, unrealistic expectations of men/relationships in general, fluff mostly

summary: episode 0417, “it’s a terrible life,” in which sam wesson and dean smith are having a bit of a disagreement on the nature of their ‘partnership.’ except, unlike his winchester au counterpart, dean smith understands he’s made a mistake seconds after he’s done it and immediately goes to right his wrong.

prompt: by @fantasticalmusical “I just love It’s A Terrible Life! I wish right after Dean says, “You should go,” he’d immediately call Sam back & then... whatever:)“

(thank you for the prompt, awesome human! sEE GUYS I GET SHIT DONE IT JUST TAKES ME A LIL BIT BC ADHD N STUFF)

word count: 1,374

AO3 (please validate me with the little heart icon and by typing a lil message tHanKs)

Dean’s face falls the second the last word leaves those purses lips he’s helplessly admiring. The gleam of shock glimmers in his eyes when he rolls through the subtext of the words just spoken by the man before him, someone he’s just met and just killed a freakin’ ghost alongside of.

“We’re supposed to be something else,” Sam just lets the words roll off his tongue, sticky sweet and full of meaning he can’t even decipher.

He’s still riding the high of the adrenaline in his blood and anger in his bones at this unhealthily gorgeous man’s ignorance. He can hardly give a fuck if he tried, which he refuses to do.

He shifts his weight onto his left leg and feels the weight of the world move with him, but it doesn’t feel...authentic. He’s too angry to put his finger on the feeling though. “You’re not just some corporate douchebag!”

Dean’s jaw falls slightly slack but he refuses to show emotion right now. He simply squints his eyes in annoyance and offense as he subconsciously challenges Sam to continue digging his own grave. 

Suddenly, the atmosphere changes, and Sam can physically feel the air tightening around them—like the hand of god choking the destiny from their lungs. He blinks himself into reality, but it’s just the same: depressing and incomplete, but the feeling that the missing piece of the puzzle is just under his nose lingers still.

Hanging his head ever so slightly, he lifts his sunflower eyes to stare into the duplicate apple green abysses he feels like he’s known for an eternity. “This...this isn’t you. I know you.”

Like his whole world has been crushed, he’s pissed off and trying to disguise his agreement with Sam’s statement. ‘How did he know?’ turns into ‘how dare he?!,’and of course, in the classic Dean Winchester way, he lashes out.

“Know me?” He shakes his head and scoffs with all the derisive energy he can conjure. “You don’t know me, pal.”

Sam knew that was coming. He tries to break the spell this world seemingly binds him with, channelling any and every emotion he can conjure into those beautiful eyes. His attempts are futile...whatever past they had together is broken and lost, and he never got to see even a snippet of what it might have been.

Could they have been best friends, having met in kindergarten at the lunch table and grown up with one another into adulthood? Maybe they were brothers, fighting against the world together with all they had to give for one another. Or, perhaps they were lovers, unfortunate yet deliciously kismet, lost in time with every look into the other’s eyes. Any would’ve been okay; just not this. This is hell, and he doesn’t know how he didn’t see it before.

Dean’s glare softens for a split second like he’s reading these thoughts directed at him like an arrow at a target. But Sam knows that God’s a cynic—and he knows exactly how this’ll end: just like everything else, it’ll end with silence.

“You should go,” his voice is small, meek, and full of regret. He feels this opportunity for change slipping through his fingers like sand in an hourglass, but he can’t seem to stop it. He can’t stand to see the dejected look in Sam’s eyes so he turns his own downward, tracing the pattern in the floor.

It takes a moment—and, hell, it’s a long ass moment—but soon enough, he hears heavy footsteps depart and the door closes softly, apprehensively. The final click of the doorknob sounds to Dean like the final toll of a clock on the last day on earth.

He wants to throw his fist through a wall, to make it as bloody as Sammy’s bright yellow and hideous polo that somehow makes him even more radiant. He just cannot will himself to move, speak, or even think about anything but that tall, lanky man who just might be the love of his life—his soulmate.

Before he can spray his heart with a spray bottle to get it to mind him, he’s stumbling to the door in a frenzy of good intentions and a selfish obsession. Throwing the heavy wooden slab open, he practically throws himself into the corridor and hits the wall on the opposite side, shoulder against drywall. Of course, he yells ‘son of a bitch’ in pain, which catches the attention of someone else at the end of the hall.

Sam’s eyes widen with realisation and utter confusion. He’s back—does he want him? Or does he want to finish what he started with his angry monologue? He doesn’t know why, but there’s this feeling of a hot iron branding into his heart, but he can’t quite tell what the marking is. Before he can dwell on it any longer, he finds himself running toward Dean Smith, handsome and quirky Dean Smith, to meet him in the middle of the corridor.

Dean wants to make their reunion as sappy as ‘The Notebook’ as they kiss in the hallway at three in the morning, but when they’re just a foot apart, silence ensues. Both of them are heaving from darting toward one another and their eyes are wandering from each other’s eyes, to their lips, and down to...other regions.

Okay, so one of them has to make the leap of faith—but who? A silent and telepathic game of rock, paper, scissors ends with Dean being the loser, so he steps closer to Sam and looks up with caution and eagerness.

“Can I—“ He starts in a small voice, yet stops to build up more courage. Where the hell is the wonderful Wizard of Oz right now so he can get some balls? “Can I kiss you?”

Sam’s throat is dry and feels like it’s caving in, but he nods like a bobble head and before he knows it, the distance between them is gone.

Dean is revelling in this new universe he’s discovered: how Sam’s lips taste like watermelon chapstick, how his hair product makes his hair supernaturally smooth, and just how big he is. It’s like seeing a moose in pictures and suddenly being stood next to a real one. The kiss is soft and sweet yet oh so meaningful. It feels like...like home.

When their lips disconnect, they’re both left craving more—like a drug. Dean runs his shaky hand along Sam’s stubble-coated cheek with a smile gracing his plump, just-kissed lips.

“I know you too, Sammy,” he murmurs into their newfound passionate world, population: them two. Instead of grimacing, Sam feels his lips twitch into a small grin at the nickname. “I know you and I never wanna not know you.”

Laughing in agreement, Sam reconnects their lips with a zeal that makes Dean’s heart melt. He feels like they’ve danced this dance a thousand times before, despite this being only their second kiss. He feels like he knows every inch of this man’s body: which places that elicit beautiful moans when touched, where he should place his hands when he’s hugging him, and where he should tuck his head when they cuddle together. It feels so peculiarly familiar...and he fucking loves it.

To Sam, this feels entirely natural. Like they should’ve done this ages ago. Though he feels uneasy and vulnerable thinking it, this whole thing with Dean, despite literally lasting, what, two minutes now, resembles love a bit too closely than anything else in the world. Everything he ever thought he knew about affection, adoration, and even fear was tossed out the window in room 1444 the minute he met his new pseudo-boss. He just didn’t want to accept it until right now.

Like his eyes were opened, he can finally read the word etched into the muscle of his beating heart. With the frayed edges of fire-scorched wood, the word ‘Winchester’ is there, clear as day, burned into his soul with the burning passion of a thousand suns.

He’s confused, yeah, but ignores it in lieu of capturing ever second of having Dean’s lips on his.

Besides, everything that’s happened in the last forty eight hours has been a little...not natural.

[nexttrickanvils]

(Please reblog I worked really hard on this)

WOOF! THIS TOOK A LOTTA WORK.

So for Day 8 of @haruokumuraweek2k18

Prompt: AU/Freeday/Bonus

Of course I had to indulge in @captmickey‘s and my Roleswap AU. But I didn’t just do a picture, I’ve also got a fic (which was beta’d by Mickey, thank you so much). Hope ya’ll enjoy and thank you for indulging me in celebrating my fave P5 character. :) Title: Foolish Empress

Characters: Fool!Haru, Lovers!Ryuji, Chariot!Ann, Kamoshida (regular and shadow)

Warnings: Canon-typical violence and pretty much Kamoshida in general. 

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Haru hoped that she was mistaken when she overheard people in the crowds talking about rain.

But no… it looked like her bad luck continued.

She quickly rushed to a nearby store with an awning and pulled out her phone. Shujin shouldn’t be too far off from here so if she ran... 

But as Haru opened her navigation app, that same strange black and red icon appeared once again. What was this? The third time it’s appeared? She really didn’t need her phone infected with a virus along with everything else.

“...I wonder if I should show my phone to Isshiki-san...”

Before Haru could attempt to delete the mysterious icon again, she spots someone rushing to the awning.

“Dammit! Stupid weatherman never gets it right!”

Now standing next to her is a young man with dark short messy hair wearing the Shujin uniform (though unlike hers, his jacket isn’t buttoned up.)

“I swear he...”

That was when the young man noticed Haru and he seemed to visibly deflate from his incoming rant. He looks her over and gives her the widest smile she’s ever seen.

“Hey what’s up? I don’t think I’ve seen ya before, first year?”

Haru shakes her head, “Third year, I’m a transfer student. I’m Haru Kurusu by the way.”

His eyes widen at that, “Oh! You’re the transfer everybody’s talking ‘bout? Heh, you’re uh… not what I expected. I was kinda thinkin’ that you were gonna be a Yanki girl or somethin’.”

“Huh? Why would you...”

But before Haru could finish her question, a rather fancy white sports car stops in front of them. The young man’s smile drops as he leans closer and whispers to her.

“Whatever you do, do not get in that car.”

The car window lowers and reveals an athletic looking older man in a tracksuit.

“Good morning! You two are gonna be late if you just stand there, let me give you a ride.”

“S-sure, thank you sir.” said the young man in a tone that Haru could only describe as… resigned

As the boy opens the passenger’s side door, the man gives him a teasing look.

“Come on Sakamoto, I thought you had better manners than that! Let the little lady have the front seat...”

“A-actually I can walk, I don’t mind the rain that much.” Haru responds

Haru swears she sees an annoyed expression on the man’s face but it’s gone in a flash.

“Alright, suit yourself. Looks like you get the front seat after all, Sakamoto. Lucky you!”

“Yeah… lucky me.”

He shoots Haru a sad smile as he enters the car. The window rises up and the older man drives off, leaving her alone with her thoughts.

The man didn’t seem too bad… so why did the boy (the man called him Sakamoto) warn her against going with him?

“Those two didn’t try anything did they?”

Haru turns to the new voice and sees a rather intimidating looking girl with short choppy blonde hair. She wore a black top paired with a red jacket decorated with several pins and a pair of red fingerless gloves. The only indication of what school she went to was the Shujin issued plaid skirt and the school’s emblem on her bag.

“W-who?”

“The two guys you were just with? Kamoshida and Sakamoto?”

“Kamoshida… he was the man in the car?”

“Yeah… he’s a perverted son of a bitch who acts like he’s king of a castle and Sakamoto follows him like a good little servant boy. You go to Shujin, you should know this.”

Haru looks at the intimidating girl with confusion, unsure of what to say first. Sakamoto seemed like the farthest thing from a “servant boy” if his warning and tone of voice was any indication.

It was then that the girl noticed Haru’s third year pin.

“Third year? So you’re a transfer student. Well word of advice, New Girl: I already told you why but you need to stay away from Kamoshida.”

With that the intimidating girl starts to walk away and Haru attempts to follow. Suddenly she’s hit with… something… something that leaves her feeling light-headed. Whatever it was, it hit the other girl too.

“Ugh… I do not need a headache today.”

The feeling vanished as quickly as it came and the two girls continued to walk into a small alley. Haru wasn’t sure why but something in the air felt… different. So distracted by her thoughts, she doesn’t notice when the blonde girl suddenly stops and she bumps into her.

“Hey!”

“I’m so sorry I...”

That was when Haru noticed why the other girl had stopped. Instead of the school, they found themselves in front of what looked like a large European castle.

“Did we… go the wrong way?”

“N-no way, I take this route all the time! Besides you don’t just… find a castle in Tokyo.”

They looked at the sign at the entrance.

“It says Shujin Academy...”

The blonde let out a frustrated noise and ran inside.

“Hey! Wait for me!” Haru shouted as she followed her in

If they had hoped for answers inside, they were disappointed. Haru thought she could see flashes of the school but they immediately shifted back to the castle.

“This is way too elaborate for a prank.”

The girl pulled out her cellphone and was greeted with a no service notification.

“Okay this is getting really weird.”

“Maybe we should just go back the way we...”

“HALT INTRUDERS!”

Haru and the blonde girl turned to the voice and saw a pair of fully armored knights with swords and shields.

“YOU ARE TRESPASSING UPON THE CASTLE OF OUR ESTEEMED KING!”

More guards arrived and attempted to surround the girls.

The blonde girl then pushed Haru away and shouted, “RUN! NOW!”

“But...!”

“I’ll catch up! Go!”

Haru backs away little by little before she turns and starts sprinting towards the exit. But her escape attempt is foiled by more guards. Before she could turn away, one of them knocks her out with their shield.

“LET ME GO!” 

“TAKE THEM AWAY. THE KING WILL KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH THEM.”

Those are the last things Haru heard before she lost consciousness.

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“Hey! Hey wake up! Come on New Girl, wake up!”

Haru slowly opened her eyes and saw the blonde girl knelt next to her with a worried expression.

“Are you alright?”

“My… my head hurts but...”

As she sat up, Haru finally got a look at her surroundings.

“Where are we?”

“Some kind of dungeon I think… I just know that this isn’t a dream.”

Suddenly the girls hear distant screaming. They rush to the cell door and look to see if they can find the source.

“We’re not the only ones in here are we?” Haru asked, panic in her voice

“I… I don’t want to believe it but...”

They glance at each other.

“We should find a way out. I mean maybe there’s a secret passage or something…” said the blonde

Haru nodded, “My name is Haru Kurusu by the way.”

“...Ann Takamaki.”

Haru and Ann tried their best but couldn’t find anything to could help them escape. That was when they heard the sound of steel boots marching. They once again approach the cell door and are greeted by more guards (or maybe they were the same guards, Haru wasn’t entirely sure.)

“BE GLAD THAT YOUR PUNISHMENT HAS BEEN DECIDED UPON. YOUR CHARGE IS “UNLAWFUL ENTRY.” THUS YOU WILL BE SENTENCED TO DEATH.”

“What!?” Both girls shouted

“No one’s allowed to do what they please in my castle.”

A man walks past the guards and Haru recognizes him immediately, his eyes were a glowing yellow and the clothes are different (and a lot more… creepy) but this is definitely the same man she saw this morning. The same one that Sakamoto and Ann tried to warn her about.

“K-Kamoshida!?” asked Ann

Kamoshida(?) smirks as he turns to Ann.

“Well, well if it isn’t Takamaki. Almost didn’t recognize you under that slab of make-up. Finally realized your mistake and came crawling back to me? And you even brought a little friend with you as an apology.”

“Don’t you dare go near us you scumbag! I’m not afraid to fight back again!”

“Now is that any way to speak to your king? You’re in over your head here, Takamaki. Not only have you snuck into my castle but now you’re committing the grave crime of insulting me- the KING! The punishment is Death. OPEN THE CELL!”

As soon as the door opens Ann tries to grab Haru’s wrist and run out. Unfortunately the guards separate them and slam the two into opposite walls.

Kamoshida walked towards Ann as she struggled in the guards' hold.

“Now I consider myself a benevolent king. So I’m willing to give you another chance. Just say you’re sorry for what you did and accept my old offer. I’ll happily spare you and your friend.”

In response, Ann simply spat in Kamoshida’s face. He grimaced as he wiped away the spit. He then retaliates by slapping Ann in the face.

“Very well, MEN! PREPARE THE EXECUTION!”

“No! Stop this immediately! Leave her alone!” Haru shouted

Kamoshida turns and grins at Haru. She feels a shiver down her spine as she’s immediately reminded of the man she encountered in her hometown. The man who ruined her life.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get your turn. Hold her there, I’ll deal with her after this one’s execution.”

The two guards holding her throw Haru against the stone wall again, and tighten their grip.

Haru found herself on the verge of tears. Just like before… there was nothing she could do.

“This is truly an unjust game… your chances of winning are almost none.”

She lifts her head and sees a shining blue butterfly.

“But if my voice is reaching you, there may yet be a possibility open to you...”

The butterfly and voice fade away but the latter is quickly replaced with someone new.

Are you just going to stand there while she dies by cruel hands?

Haru tries to look around for the source of the voice. It… it almost sounded like her own but more mature… more confident.

Do you truly believe doing nothing will spare you? Because you were punished for fighting back? Does that mean your previous actions were a mistake, my dear fated princess?

More images of that fateful night flash through Haru’s mind. The woman crying for help, the man grabbing Haru’s wrist, his fall as she pulled away… the police taking her to their car…

...No… it wasn’t a mistake… Even with what happened after, Haru would do it all over again if she had the choice.

“No… they weren’t...”

She sees one of the guards holding Ann by her throat; readying its sword to plunge into her heart. Haru’s expression goes from one of fear and confusion to anger and determination.

“Yes! YES! I CAN FEEL YOUR RESOLVE!”

In an instant the world felt like it stopped and Haru could feel nothing but a burning pain in her head. She starts to thrash within the guards’ hold, whimpering and screaming in pain...

“We shall form a vow at once! I am thou, thou art I! Now tell me… who... or rather what shall you betray...?”

She lets out one last blood-curdling scream...

“Your sense of justice… or society’s expectations?”

...Before lifting her head and glaring at Kamoshida.

“That’s enough!”

Kamoshida turns around and sends his own glare on Haru.

“You desire to be killed that much…? Hmph, I was planning on sparing you for a little bit but fine!”

The one guard lets go of Ann and she drops to the floor; hurt and out of breath but still alive. Kamoshida gives a nod and the guard next to Haru hits her with its shield, knocking off the fashion glasses from her face. She continues to glare as the guards surround her.

One prepares to strike her down when a burst of wind knocks it and the others down.

Once it’s gone, Haru feels something on her face. It feels like… a domino mask… she’s not sure why but… it needs to come off.

She grips the mask and pulls it as hard as she can. She feels her skin peeling away with it but it doesn’t stop her from ripping it off with a pained scream.

Blood drips down her face… and for the first time in a long time… Haru feels powerful. She starts to laugh and a sinister smirk appears on her face as she feels fire envelop her like a closing flower.

The fire quickly pulls away and transforms into a new figure at her side. Her other self.

She raises her hand and the figure reveals several weapons hidden in her dress. She blasts away some of the guards. The others who survived are pushed back into the wall.

“I am the Bestower of the Beautiful Betrayal! I am known as Milady!”

It looks like Haru’s luck is finally turning around.

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Black Brick Café serves up a sizzling plate of emotions!

In the heart of Kolkata, where modern meets vintage, here for the love of good music and food, Black brick cafe has left the best impressions! Hospitable hosts, delicious dishes, beautiful presentation, wide list of food including thai and burmese, shisha and wonderful desserts. Sizzlers make for a fun choice of food especially with its hint of drama, the hiss of the steam from the metal plate, delicious aromas wafting by and the tangy sauces coating the choice of protein. A palatable picturesque arrangement of blazing hot grilled, roasted and/or fried meats or vegetables served on a sweltering plate along with sauces and sides is the perfect meal summed up. Black brick Cafe has added a variety of sizzlers to their regular menu, encompassing the love of Kolkatans for the iconic dish. Located in Bhowanipore, the restaurant has a whole section of their menu dedicated to their signature sizzlers. Available in both vegetarian and non-veg options, the delightful sizzlers combine the flavours of the world to bring an authentic culinary experience along with generous portions.

Vishal Marwaha, the co-director of the Black Brick Café said, ‘As Kolkatans are indulgent foodies and sizzlers are an eternal favourite so we thought of starting this sizzler extravaganza, specially made for those who want to experience a smoking hot treat especially during the monsoons. The response has been phenomenal and we are happy that this idea generated this much interest. Our café, which has been here for nearly two years have always tried to incorporate some new dishes and with the accessible price point we are looking forward to the next phase. I would highly recommend everyone to try the Italian Job Sizzler and the Chelo kebab Sizzler for sure.’

Besides a galore of lip-smacking vegetarian and non-vegetarian delectables, foodies can also savour the taste of Asia, Mexico, India and Italy at the fiesta! For the lovers of everything Mediterranean, patrons can start off with the Italian Job, where exotic veggies paired with spaghetti and arrabiata sauce and served with garlic bread takes one on a primo journey, the Grilled Murg Makhanwala is a desi take on the classic with Murg Makhani, sauteed veggies, cheesy potatoes are served with herbed rice for a spicy kick, the Grilled Paneer Makhanwala is the vegetarian iteration with a slab of creamy paneer grilled to perfection. For those going the oriental route, the Dragon encompasses a sizzling plate of hakka noodles or rice, singing chicken and kimchi, Bangkok on a Wok mingles the classic Pad Krapow Gai sizzler with flavourful basil rice and raw papaya salad, the Mexican has spicy mexican rice, beans, assorted veggies, potato wedges, tortilla chips with a choice of either chicken strips or cottage cheese encased in a fiery chipotle sauce. The newest addition is the Chelo Kebab Sizzler, which evokes the familiar comfort of a hearty Chelo kebab which includes two varieties of kebabs, buttered rice and a poached egg on a smoking hot plate.

For any sizzler fans, the choices are downright delectable and worth a try for all! In conclusion, any sizzling dish here that comes through those kitchen doors is pure divine. Besides the sizzlers, they have the Chowringhee Cheeser (INR 280), which has the flavorful combo of cheese and chillies all combined for a perfect toastie served with a NYC style mayo, the Nacho Picho (INR 320), has the crowd favourite nachos served with fresh housemade tomato salsa, sour cream and oodles of cheese. One can also chase down the sizzlers with their new summer coolers which includes Fresh Daab Cold Mojito (INR 250), Aam ka Panna Twist (INR 250), Apple Bessilato (INR 240), BBC Special Rocket Cold Coffee (INR 250) or sweeten the deal with their Brick Ball (INR 450), a chocolatey delight that has warm chocolate sauce drizzled over a dome made of chocolate. Photography by Biswajit Saha Read the full article

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7 Famous Landmarks in South America to Visit

From ancient Mayan ruins to iconic beaches, Andean peaks, Amazon rainforest, and Patagonian glacier, South America set the world ablaze with its incredible adventure. Whether you are a history buff, looking for the ruins of Machu Picchu, or want to get assimilated with wilderness, South America is a gem to be discovered. Look for cheap flights to South America, and discover the natural and artificial landmarks in the Southern Hemisphere.

Iguazu Falls, Argentina

The spectacular Iguazu Falls against a backdrop of dense rainforest, is one of the most iconic destinations in South America. The falls is straddling between Brazil and Argentina, offering the most awe-inspiring sight. This 269-foot tall waterfall is made up of at least 275 thundering cascades.

The legend has it that a God wanted to marry a native girl against her wishes. The girl, however, eloped with her lover to River Iguazu, and out of agony, the God separated the rivers, so the couple would condemn to fall eternally.

Interestingly, the National Park near the falls boasts rich flora and fauna, and makes for a great escape from the urban hustle. You will be astounded by the sheer scale of this thunderous waterfall, which is three times the size of Niagara Falls.

Salar De Uyuni, Bolivia

Bolivia’s evocative site, Salar De Uyuni, is the world’s largest salt flat, which measures around 4,674 sq miles. Due to its crystal clear surface, it is considered the earth’s mirror, as on a dry day, it turns into a striking reflective canvas.

This largest salt flat was left behind by prehistoric lakes, which evaporated long ago. Today, this otherworldly terrain serves as a lucrative attraction. Despite its remote location, tourists come here to admire the mesmerizing views of the salt flat.

Furthermore, driving across the surface is a surreal experience, but it is not that easy to drive on the surface. However, now it has become a salt extraction center, which extracts and processes approx 20,000 tons of salt.

Machu Picchu, Peru

Machu Picchu, set in the Andean mountains, is surrounded by lush vegetation and steep cliffs, and is the most spectacular archeological site in Peru. This 15th-century incan city is undoubtedly one of the most interesting places to visit in South America.

However, reaching this Incan city is not that easy, and you need to follow the Inca trail for four days. There are 150 buildings and 100 staircases, most of them are carved from a single slab of stone. The buildings were built in the classical Inca style, with polished dry-stone walls. However, nobody knows how those giant rocks were taken up to the mountain.

In addition, this remains of an ancient pre-Columbian town makes for a beautiful sight, and has been designated as a UNESCO world heritage site. Unfortunately, there’s no written record of the site, and no Europeans visited it until the 19th century.

Nazca Lines, Peru

Nazca Lines in Pampa Colorada is spread across 500 km of rock-strewn, red plain. It is one of the world’s greatest archeological mysteries, as nobody knows why and how these intricate lines were created 2000 years ago. These geoglyphs in the Nazca desert were created between 500 BCE to 500 CE.

By the end of 2020, 80-100 new such lined figures had been found with the help of drones. Interestingly, the figures of these lines were created in a way that one can identify them from space, though they are also visible from the nearby hills. Endless questions remain behind the creation of these figurative lines.

Some of the designs discovered in the area are similar to hummingbird, condor, spider, heron, monkey, dog, lizard, cat, human, tree, and flowers. Although it is a debatable topic, a German mathematician Maria Reiche believes that the lines are related to astronomy and agriculture. But the evidence was not enough to convince the scholars. Today, this beautiful site makes for a great tourist attraction, and one can reach the city only by bus.

Christ The Redeemer, Brazil

Christ The Redeemer, in Rio de Janeiro, is one of the best places to visit in South America. The statue of Jesus Christ guarding the Brazilian city since 1931, is one of the most iconic landmarks in South America. This 125-feet high and 92-foot wide art-deco sculpture welcomes more than two million tourists from all over the globe each year.

In order to reach the statue, which is situated atop Corcovado mountain, 2,300-ft above, one can hike up the mountain. But all your exhaustion will perish in a minute, once you see this majestic statue of Jesus Christ, and the surrounding landscapes of Rio de Janeiro.

It was constructed between 1926 and 1931, and since then it has become a popular tourist spot in Brazil. Being situated on the top of a large mountain, the statue is prone to lightning strikes, and gets hit several times in a year. In 2008, the statue was damaged by an enormous thunderstorm.

La Mano Punta Del Este, Uruguay

These giant, monster-sized fingers, protruding from the sands and soaring towards the sky, is one of the best South America beach vacation spots. It was constructed by Chilean artist Mario Irarrazabal in 1982, and since then it has become a symbol and most recognizable landmark in Uruguay.

The five finger-sculpture represents the relationship between nature and human beings. This one-hand sculpture in the sandy beach, makes for a great place to click some insta-worthy pics. Visitors come here to enjoy a beach day and 

Moai, Easter Island, Chile

If you are visiting Easter Island in Chile, you probably want to see the monolithic figures carved by the Rapa Nui people between 1250 and 1500. The giant-head moais were cut from the hard tuffs, which were created by the ashes of Rano Raraku volcano. Almost all moais found in the area have overly large heads, and were considered the living faces of deified ancestors.

It is one of the worthwhile South America famous places that needs no introduction. Tourists visiting the sculptures feel like stepping back in time as they pass through the giant-head sculptures. It gives them the opportunity to know about the region’s historical and cultural scenario of the period.

Bottom Line

South America is undoubtedly a treasure trove full of impressive beauty and mystery. With incredible landscapes, diverse culture, rich heritage, and beautiful people, South America indeed makes for a great place to be discovered. Plan your next vacation and discover the offbeat trails of this beautiful region.

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Playscraper Tennis Tower building

Playscraper Tennis Tower building, Italian Sports Architecture, Carlo Ratti Design Images

Playscraper Tennis Tower design

3 Dec 2020

Playscraper Tennis Tower building design

Design: CRA-Carlo Ratti Associati and Italo Rota

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Playscraper: Eight Tennis Courts On Top Of Each Other

International design and innovation office CRA-Carlo Ratti Associati with Italo Rota has unveiled the design for Playscraper – a Tennis Tower which features multiple courts stacked on top of one another. The project was developed for RCS Sport, the sport and media branch of the leading European multimedia publishing group RCS MediaGroup. CRA worked on the design as part of a larger team of engineers and technical consultants. The design is made possible by an innovative construction technology based on a lightweight stainless-steel sandwich structure, developed by the company Broad Sustainable Building (BSB).

The 90-meter (300-foot) high Tennis Tower consists of eight courts, totaling 5,500 square meters (60,000 square feet) of playing space. The courts are layered vertically rather than horizontally, using BSB’s B-Core slab structure, a solution inspired by the outer shell of a spacecraft. This technology made international headlines in the past, as it allowed for the safe deployment of prefabricated construction units in record time.

“This project would not just create a new icon for sports lovers,” says architect and engineer Carlo Ratti, founder of CRA and director of the MIT Senseable City Lab. “It also experiments with a new type of public space, extending vertically instead of horizontally. The tower is easy to install and dismantle and can be easily moved. This flexible approach fits the circular nature of today’s sports competitions, which move from location to location throughout the year.”

The Tennis Tower contains eight sandwich structures piled on top of the other, each containing a stand-alone tennis court. The narrow sides of each “box” feature transparent walls offering panoramic views. The two long sides incorporate an electronic facade that can stream sports matches and other digital content. In this way, the tower’s unique design engages not just the players on the court, but those in the surrounding area who can view the action on its wide screens.

Several recent projects by CRA explore the use of unconventional materials in architecture. The newly-inaugurated MEET Digital Arts Center in Milan is centered around a “vertical plaza” whose stairwell was digitally fabricated using an innovative laser-cut steel sandwich. CRA also experimented with mycelium, the root of mushrooms, as a compostable construction element, most notably with the Circular Garden installation produced in conjunction with energy company Eni at Milan Design Week 2019. Also in Italy’s financial capital, CRA used nature itself as a building block with VITAE, a scientific research center featuring a 200-meter long urban vineyard. VITAE was developed for Covivio and is scheduled to open in 2022.

Playscraper Tennis Tower Design – Building Information

Playscraper Tennis Tower Status: Concept Design Year: 2020 Architectural Design: CRA-Carlo Ratti Associati Creative Consultancy: Italo Rota CRA Design Team: Carlo Ratti, Antonio Atripaldi (Project Manager), Ina Sefgjini, Chiara Borghi, Aurora Maggio Renderings by CRA: Gary di Silvio

Project Team: RCS Sport (Lead), RCS Media Group, RCS Sport &Events, CRA-Carlo Ratti Associati, EY Advisory, GAe Engineering, Leading Law, Kratesis, Nugo, Recchi Engineering, Systematica, Paolo Verri.

Construction material: Broad Sustainable Building

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Playscraper Tennis Tower building building images / information received 031220 from CRA-Carlo Ratti Associati

Location: Milano, Italy

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A California Panzanella

This is a wildcard panzanella. And it is very Northern California inspired. I first featured a grilled version of it in Super Natural Cooking after enjoying a quirky sandwich while driving up the California coast to a spot near Anchor Bay. The sandwich was a mix of oven-roasted tomatoes, peanut butter dressing, grilled tofu, and sprouts, all pinned between two slices of multigrain bread. Odd yet completely delicious. I liked it enough to rework it into this twist on panzanella, the much-loved Italian bread salad.

This version in Super Natural Cooking is grilled. This version you can make using your oven instead. Just remember, when the weather warms, roll out your grill - toast the bread, and cook the tofu slabs that way.

You have some options with the tomatoes. When cherry tomatoes are abundant, and in-season, I love to toss them in a bit of olive oil, and roast them on a sheet pan in a hot oven until browned and blistered. But, you can also use chopped, sun-dried tomatoes, the ones packed in oil are best here. Kind of raisin-y in texture.

This is a great way to use up day-old bread. It's even better than using a loaf of fresh because the bread ends up more structured and hearty.

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Ingredients

2 thick slices of hearty multi-grain bread

2 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil, plus extra

fine-grain sea salt

12- ounce block extra-firm tofu, sliced into 4 slabs

1/3 cups all-natural peanut butter

2 tablespoons brown rice or apple cider vinegar

1 clove garlic

½ teaspoon toasted sesame oil

¼ teaspoon red pepper flakes

1/3 to 2/3 cup hot water

1 ½ cups sprouts

½ cup oven-roasted or sun-dried tomatoes

Instructions

Heat the oven to 375F. Cut the bread into 1-inch cubes, and toss with the olive oil and a generous sprinkling of salt. Bake until golden and crunchy, ten minutes or so.

Brush the tofu with a bit of extra virgin olive oil, place it on a sheet pan and bake, flipping once, until golden on both sides. Seven minutes, or so, on each side. Remove from the oven, cut into ½-inch pieces, and place in a large bowl.

In the meantime, make the peanut dressing by combining the peanut butter, vinegar, garlic, sesame oil, red pepper flakes, and ¼ teaspoon salt into a medium bowl. Thin with the hot water. I like the dressing to be the consistency of thin, melted ice cream. Taste and adjust with more salt, or pepper flakes, if needed.

Just before serving, pour a generous amount of the dressing over the tofu, and toss it gently, but well. It should look quite overdressed at this point. Add the bread and gently toss again. Turn out onto a platter and top with the sprouts and then the tomatoes. Serve at room temperature.

Notes

Serves 4 to 6.

Serves

4

Prep Time

10 mins

Cook Time

20 mins

Total Time

30 mins

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Per Serving: Calories 309

Total Fat 22g

Saturated Fat 3g

Cholesterol 0mg

Carbohydrates 15g

Sodium 248mg

Fiber 3g

Sugars 3g

Protein 14g

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[ask-crimson-cardinal]

Equestria isn’t what it seems. Ask anything. And you will get the entire truth. No questions asked!!

To read a bit more of my backstory, keep reading. 

Hoofington is a seemingly pleasant little town. Located on a pristine beach, just a little ways north from the shining star of Los Pegasus. On the outside, a sweet and simple villa for scholars and aspiring writers, and escapees from the hecticness of the outside world. However, its isolation did not spare it from the influences of the Equestrian aristocracy, albeit that seemed harmless enough, if not more secure. Of course, the reality was much, much darker.

Equestria was a rickety house of cards that managed to rebuild itself pretty quickly when knocked over, but it was a house of flimsy cards, no less. A world of chaos almost completely governed by four goddesses and their families, not to mention the various other atrocities that controlled the world beyond, in addition to the very elusive racial divide between the the four equestrian races and the two other sovereign species, gryphons and dragons. What a mess. But who was to acknowledge it? Meet Crimson Cardinal. A skinny, tall red pegasus with a long and flowing purple mane and tail, a journalist of ill-temperament and an extreme lover of conspiracy, cider, and revolution. A proletariat of cynicism and pride with an extreme hatred for dark magic, corruption and aristocracy. And finally, not much a flyer, but a strong adherent of pegasus pride and a shameless destroyer of alicorn supremacy. Though seemingly sour, Crimson greatly enjoyed his little town and the ponies who inhabit it. His full-time job (journalism being more of a freelance job and anti-fascism being more of a hobby) was a bartender at everyone’s favorite salon downtown, “The Bubbly Mare,” owned by an equally gleeful little stallion, Bubbling Cider. Crimson―a lover of conspiracy and writing is also a great, great lover of alcohol, almost more than pen and paper. In truth, his best rhetoric was born from the bottle. But the townsfolk flocked to his side drunk or sober. The political views of Hoofington were slightly varied, but there was one thing in common―The town was mostly Earth ponies and Pegasi. Farms on the borders of town were hard workin’ folk who prided themselves in tending the soil with their own hooves, criticizing the unicorns for laziness. The pegasi, whose job was to beat clouds into submission and maintain the weather likewise berated the unicorns for using their powers to whip up a storm or chaos anytime they pleased. On the flip side―those small-town earth ponies and pegasi were shunned by the elitist unicorns of the big city, and it was remarkably difficult for a non unicorn to have a profession other than a farmer or cloud-kicker. And it wasn’t just Hoofington that held this belief. This distrust of magic wasn��t seen by those who visited the shining capitals and paragons of Equestria. Canterlot, Ponyville, the Crystal Empire and other big cities that portrayed the unity and magic that the country prided itself on and preached had shiny, posterless walls. But elsewhere, every alleyway in almost every small town, hidden from dignitaries and diplomats, was marked with cynical graffiti alongside the tyrannical Celestia’s infamous “Obey” posters. Now, Crimson himself wasn’t a hater of unicorns per se, or at least that’s what he contended. His roommate and ‘special friend,’ Regal Pen, was one and a rather magically inclined one at that. But did he appeal to the collective distrust of magic in the town? Oh yes he did. …

The day was searing hot, the sun was beating down on the coast and the streets were fairly empty. The dark alleyways, however, were flooding with quietly chattering ponies, but they weren’t there for the shade. They crowded around a soapbox, placed in front of a fresh, untouched, massive propaganda poster, Celestia’s image glaring down at the crowd in ominous shades of dark blue, tan and red, below the stark blue OBEY. There was a hanging uneasiness and tension within the crowd, starting at the poster which they had been specifically instructed not to brutally desecrate by no other than Crimson himself. However, they also knew that the crafty pegasus would not leave it untouched for long. The dark red pony in question stepped over to the soapbox, sitting on his haunches with his chest puffed out. His eyes were dark and sunken as ever, but there was a glimmer of pride and deviance within them too. He opened a prepared sheet of paper and cleared his throat, grasping the ecstatic attention of his listeners. “I would like to start off by thanking everypony for attending this meeting, especially under such short notice, but I declare this a matter of emergency. As you may have noticed, military presence has increased within our borders in the past few months, which is obviously a reason for concern―But it wouldn’t be so problematic if it wasn’t for the plague that they bring with them―Nationalism!!” Crimson gave a quick gesture to the poster behind him, riling murmurs and cries of affirmation from the crowd. “What you see here is the tyranny of the equestrian aristocracy! To many, it is no more than a frail piece of paper. But we, as the enlightened and intelligent ponies we are, know that it is so much more. My moral is that the pen is mightier than the sword, and this extends to a picture that speaks a thousand words. Be it a thousand and one words of celestial corruption and militant authority!” Crimson violently stomped his hoof against the podium, initiating more whinnies and shouts. He waited patiently for the crowd to cease, preparing for an obligatory remark. “Now, my animosity towards Celestia does not necessarily extend to the other princesses, her devout subjects, nor the blindly following, and I obviously harbor no contempt towards those who are simply unaware. However, I can say that the first three are the willing pawns of Celestia’s every bidding! However, I would be remiss if I did not clarify that I revere Princess Luna, and I do not believe she is a pawn nor an ecstatic aide to her sister’s reign. She only does not resist because she is trapped in the guilt that her sister has has bestowed upon her. I also don’t deny Twilight Sparkle as a heroine, a luminary and the paragon of unity and friendship. And Cadence…well, I don’t believe I need to state my opinion on that airheaded sparkling celebrity…On the other hoof, the honorary ‘Princesses’ Twilight and Cadence, and their extended aristocratic families combined represent all that is reprehensible with Celestia’s reign, including her sloth, her gluttony and her incompetence! They are the perfect plastic pawns in Celestia’s games. They are shining public icons, used to preach the alleged solidarity and morality of Equestria! What’s worse, the great and powerful Celestia sends them to solve her problems! What deity would allow the gods of chaos, the dreaded changelings, and abominations from Tartarus itself to wreak havoc on our country, and send her neurotic, monumentally less powerful slave to fix her own faults? And what if these were manifestations of her own magic, as a means of oppression?” The crowd was riled up, shouting and waving their hooves aggressively. And there was still one last note. Crimson took a breath. “In conclusion, I have a little treat for all of you. I’ve instructed you not to desecrate this lovely, lovely poster, but I’m sure you all knew that I would never leave such a thing standing proudly on the walls of our town for very long.” Crimson turned around and tore the poster clean off the wall and held it up. The crowd was practically snapping at it, as if Crimson was holding a slab of meat over a pit of manticores. He hushed the crowd and puffed his chest out. “DISOBEY.” He threw it into the mud. Every pony in the crowd went at it like a feral animal, grabbing each corner and ripping it at the seams, stomping on Celestia’s ominous muzzle into the disgusting brown mud, saturating it and making the frail poster just that much easier to tear apart. Crimson’s usually cold maw curled into a smirk. He shouted with an undertone of malcontented laughter―DISOBEY!! CRUSH IT!! DESTROY IT!! The desecration persisted for several minutes. Crimson caught his breath and stepped off the stand, looking back at the very happy crowd with a sense of pride. The horde eventually dispersed with adrenaline to fuel a day of proletariat’s labor. The poster laid in the mud in literal shreds, but left just barely recognizable to proudly display the desecration of Celestia’s image. Crimson’s younger sister, Emerald Paint was waiting at the end of the alleyway. A bouncy green pegasus who didn’t quite understand Crimson’s near-obsessive immersion in political discord. She was a painter instead of a writer―A painter who secretly wished to paint the revolution with strokes of blood instead of the written word. “Shit, when did you become so inspirational?” “Shut the hell up. It took me two fucking hours to write.” Crimson opened his satchel and grabbed a flask, taking a quick swill of the sweet nectar that fueled his anger and creativity. “Does it look like I give a shit? Anyways, it’s insane how you made destroying that poster seem so important. I mean, it looked like fun…” “Symbolism. One of the greatest literary strategies. It’s kind of like burning an effigy or some books, although it doesn’t quite have the same effect as tearing the thing itself to shreds and leaving it to rot in the mud.” “The fuck you talking about? Why wouldn’t you just destroy the real thing?” Crimson shot a sarcastic glance at his internally violent sister. “I don’t think that’s a very…realistic…solution, Emerald. Besides, I’d much rather have Celestia rot in Tartarus for eternity next to the monsters she created.” “Do you really think this is gonna end peacefully?” Emerald cocked her head. Crimson sighed and averted his eyes. “Well, not exactly…Regardless of how it ends, Celestia and her pawns can’t condemn us for rebelling when she has been slaughtering, imprisoning, and banishing for centuries, if not millennia?” Emerald shrugged. “I don’t know, I don’t feel like it’s worth it. Talking doesn’t get anything done, plus you can’t just beat Celestia!” Crimson huffed and narrowed his eyes, taking another aggressive swill of vodka. “How could you say that?! Haven’t you ever heard the saying ‘The pen is mightier than the sword?” “I don’t fucking know. I’m going home, going to work to make MONEY, unlike you.” Emerald said snarkily, flipping her hair and trotted away. “Journalism is a noble and well-paying profession!! And bartending is just to pay the bills!” Crimson growled and flipped his sister off with his wing. He was glad that the rest of the town didn’t share the same ironically bourgeois sentiment. He would show her. … Crimson sat as his desk, continuing on his endeavour to create the perfect combinations of letters that would convince the most stubborn sheep to awaken from their comatose states under the shades of fascism. “That is a great fucking sentence.” Crimson mumbled. Thank Celes- Thank god sheep were too stupid to read and too weak to be of any use to the revolution (He thought with gratuitous disregard of his own hypocrisy). Stamping the last word with his typewriter, Crimson fell back in his seat. The town was on his side, and with the beautiful ink on paper, many others would trot alongside him. But where to go next? Los Pegasus was close, but going into a such a big city with Hoofington’s small population was, well, a really bad idea. Revolutions don’t start overnight. It must be slow, methodical, covert… But it would happen. That was for certain.