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[gideonnah]

I was in the same room as my mom as she was reading the chapter where John, augustine, and mercymorn.... and she audibly went "oh my word what?!".

[dubiousduskwight]

A Bright And Beautiful Moon, Prologue Chapter Recap 1

One part of a recap of the last events in A Bright and Beautiful Moon since real life prevented me from doing much with the storyline until now:

Petals, Scattered and Unmourned:

Doma is looking beyond its central enclave to rebuild and repopulate the outlying western regions of the country in the Fanged Crescent. Multiple survey teams comprised of local scouts, samurai, and foreign adventurers were hired to take stock of the region identify villages that survived the reign of the Witch of Doma, reconnect with those that did, and assess the damage to those that did not.

One such group of surveyors, under the supervision of shabbily-dressed samurai Tobe Kensuke, found a number of oddities within their assigned region of survey:

An abandoned farming village, with the fields stagnant and full of rotten rice and grain. Two graves had been dug and filled in the recent past. The group took detailed notes of standing structures, and suspected some manner of poison in the remains of a final meal.

A charcoal-burner survivalist in the region who had repurposed abandoned Garlean weaponry to fortify her territory. Mollifying her took some time, but she provided information regarding a trading post in the north where the Fanged Cresent mountains bordered the Nhaama desert. There, Doman natives occasionally did business with members of the nomadic, sun-fearing Kagon clan of Xaela, out of sight of Garlean eyes.

A mountain shrine to local kami within their region that revealed the site of what appeared to be an act of ubasuteyama: a pair of bodies of a Hyur man and woman, limbs bounded and stuck underneath rocks, and left to die of exposure. The survey team investigated the bodies and found their placement to be quite recent based on the state of decay, but the bodies were damaged in the act of removing the rocks that bound them. The only other clue that remained was a withered spider lily placed atop the binding stones.

Suspecting foul play, one member of the team, Rubisie Grandsalle, returned to the Enclave to report the event while the remainder moved on to complete their task, where they found:

4. The Kagon trading post, still lightly populated by some permanent members of the clan waiting for the rest to arrive to repair a broken khun chuluu statue that was attacking outsiders who got too close. The team was able to get past these defenses and reestablish friendly relations with the Kagon, who asked them to try to find a member of the tribe who had left their ranks: Khudu Kagon, a hunter who was outraged when a foreigner had taken control of Xaela society by winning the Naadam.

On returning to the Enclave, the team met with Kensuke's superior, Saeki Harumi, Doman Ministor for Internal Justice and Reconciliation, and learned that the bodies they found and their age matched the disappearance of two once-prominent landowners of the Kato family, Toshiyuki and his wife Mitsuko. The disappearance was reported, but not closely investigated, for the Kato family was not well-loved: They prospered in the Garlean occupation, and entered the good graces of the late Resistance with offers of support and resources. Many, according to Minister Saeki, would have considered their disappearance and death to be just.

Going beyond the requirements of the survey task, the Minister implored Kensuke and the survey team to investigate further at the Kato manor, to see if a culprit can be found. Whether a killing for revenge or not, the Enclave cannot afford to let the common people take vengeance on every grudge held from before the country's liberation.

[morgue-xiiv]

okay I accidentally watched a bit of BBC news. And they described Wet rag strawblonde as Rishi's "predecessor" which, like, realistically anyone who was prime ministor before Sunak is his "predecessor" but I'm just imagining they meant immediate predecessor and in the writing room someone's like "was there one between then?" and their assistant's like "uhhhhhh not that I can recall, no?"

[thegreatpikminzx789]

After learning how to even obtain these darned Snow Blooms, Guild Kisetsu begins to gather the blooms Ministor Dubois requested of them, and further progress in the Frozen Grounds is made.

[eboooks]

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[thepixelelf]

Where are your ginkgo leaf earrings from? Your collection is so cute!!!!!

Ahh anon I'm sorry I got those from a mall ministore in Taiwan a couple years ago so I don't have a link for you unfortunately :') but thank you!

[marjaystuff]

Marcus by Nicole James

Second generation books are not usually as good as the original series.  Nicole James proved me wrong this week. Marcus is the name of a new series called Evil Dead: Sins of the Father.  The books will be named (as before) by the name of the main character.  As always, I can’t explain my love of reading this genre of a novel, but I loved the last series, so I am so looking forward to these novels.  

Marcus was a prospect for the Evil Dead MC.  He was all about being a good prospect and getting his patch. He knew his focus has to be on his brotherhood and his task of becoming a full fledged member.  However, on a task that needed to be accomplished by the prospects, he met Brandy.  

Brandy worked at a local bar/ministore.  The prospects showed up needing to get one more box of a sweet that the President wanted.  Marcus was immediately all about Brandy, but he knew that he needed to focus on his future with the MC.  Marcus found ways to spend time with her and with the help of some of the adults around him, learned how to “date and wow” a woman with thoughtfulness not money.  

Brandy was from money, she was working on writing an opera and with Marcus and his support she found the ability to move forward.  Meanwhile Marcus was not exactly what her family had in mind.  He had to win over them as well as Brandy.  (After all, “she was a fine girl”.)

Marcus by Nicole James was a great start to a new series.  I really enjoyed meeting and connecting with the next generation of the Evil Dead. I am excited by the prospects of more books about the Evil Dead.

[lavanyadeepak]

[Imported from Blogdrive]An interesting Monday Afternoon at Guindy

An interesting Monday Afternoon at Guindy Today afternoon, I needed to visit Vodafone Store in Adyar regarding some issue with a particular mobile phone number which was closed by me years back but Vodafone is coming back with some weird outstandings. Interestingly, since the mobile number is allocated to a different person, the store incharge at Vodafone Ministore, Adyar was getting…

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BY MINISTOR CRAIG MC. WIHT APOSTLE ANTHONY YOUNG VID.LOOKINGBYRD

[harrison-abbott]

Rumble of the jets; holler out to Europe’s multicolour: that hazy

ease of pink and blue and the buildings forever set in still paintings,

a shrugged sense of beauty; a flung canvass in masonry and ore.

Yomp across the hilly roads and catch the cigarette funk and the

Nonchalant ladies with their small coffees and inscrutable eyes.

The flags and the bedding and the soccer scarves hang from the

Balconies in silhouette, even if it’s raining, and when it rains here

It’s white and hot and relentless and impervious to keen jackets …

Wherein under the collar you sweat and you taste the salt on your

Lips and rub off the licks from the forehead and mutter to yourself.

Other folks watch you with your verbal ticks and astray bodily-manner.

‘They probably think that I’m mentally ill,’ as you strafe around

In golden tourist district, a burst of pigeons makes you flinch,

Some angry driver honks at you; this car whips right passed you

(almost killed you) as you took a stupid step off of the main path.

Here and there there’s a cheer or a gasp or a round of cheery clapping.

Famous football tournament’s on and everybody’s peeking at the

Green neon blaze of the TV screens with the dotty men jumping

Around in shorts and taking these missionary blasts at goal.

Rank smells of meat and fish and the oil and ten metres down the

Street the oranges and pears and grapes in their gaping gory baskets.

There’s flash in your head and you remember something from the

Past even though the past has no relevance to the present ‘now’.

Your skull twitches and it’s another of those manic ticks and nobody

Has seen it [this time] because you’re in a silent part of the street.

Hop unto a lil café that does sandwiches and you buy one o em:

The waitress has thick black hair and it probably better at speaking

English than you are and she’s pleasant and fair and you wished

You could have that same natural tonality with strangers,

And you say the word for thanks in her language and she smiles

Because it sounds silly but she still appreciates the effort.

You leave a tip and you leave the café and as you embark again

The sky’s a shade darker and there’s this dodgy pain under your

Right ribcage and you schedule the ominous sign for another day.

You pass a ‘beggar’ on the street, in the inner district, and she only

Has one hand – literally – her left hand has been amputated below

The wrist and you give her some coins and her other hand

Trembles as you pop them down to her & she fumbles a thankyou back.

Past this woman who you’ll never see again you bounce past these

Corporate coffeeshops and designer clothes stores with their

Pornographic logos and in between them all in the street is this

Fountain with marble fairies or tiny gods or cherubs or whatever they are.

Beyond this bit there’s a free museum about retro sport and you head

Inside and you’re the only person there: and witness all these wacky

Photos from the Twentieth Century, with all their lost glamour and woe.

You kinda get why people love sports heroes and you know that

Maybe you’re not that talented yourself and it’s most likely that people

Will never adore you in that same way: you won’t be awarded with

Silverware or even a wacky accolade. Won’t appear on celluloid.

There’s that depressive mentality coming back, you realise,

As you take a next turn in the street and in the mega distance

You see the big red bridge that you saw on the plane coming over

And it’s illegal to walk over the structure because it’s so fuckin huge.

Still looks pretty though and you watch it for a while as you sip the bottle.

(You sneeze and the mucus goes all over your hooker’s green hooded top.

Then spend twenty seconds worrying whether anyone saw it and another

Thirty seconds wiping it off and away and you quit the tissue in the next bin.)

Graffiti in stark maroon on top of the bin and you doan know vit the word means.

Next bit is one of those tinkly ministores that always look like Christmas.

Go in there and bag some oranges and peanut butter and bread and these

Wooden knives and you trade a few words with the smiley guy at the counter.

He gets that you’re a tourist and he doesn’t mind and is interested in where

You’re from: and you make a wee joke about how “my country isn’t good

Enough to be in the World Cup,” and he chuckles and as I’m leaving he offers

A handshake and his fingers are warm and mellow and tough and it’s

Only men that shake hands like that, out of a timid desperation.

Back to the hostel. Going up the stairs there are all these pops and pangs

From the other folks living there, playing music, or these couples arguing;

Aftershave & alcohol & tobacco & the old scent of the carpets underfoot.

You picks some slices of the bread out from the loaf and you take up the

Knives as well and you slather the brown paste on them and you chomp and swirl.

(There’s no lamp or chair or desk or mirror in the room and there are these

Countless marks on the walls from past embattlements, these streaks on the paint.)

Alone. Now. In a foreign hostel. Head out to the balcony and open the doors.

A handsome fifty metre drop down below and it would be so easy to climb

Off the railings and just jump … “But no I’m not veering towards illness!”

It’s a natural vibe to have when expressed at high volume, tall height.

By this point there was an apricot glow in the sky and the home city

Was readying up for the game that they were in, in twenty mins’ time.

Across the balcony I heard this man and woman yelling at each other.

Couldn’t fathom a slice of the vocabulary but it still sounded astonishing.

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[sheliach]

Enero de 2001

Debate Académico: 

“Postsocialismo, Postsionismo:el giro ideológico en el nuevo milenio”

[informational-king]

Apple mini-store is coming on target

Apple mini-store is coming on target

aim Announced On Thursday, it will establish Apple “mini-stores” in several locations within the retail giant. Customers will be able to take care of their retail, grocery, And A quick stop at Bullseye requires top-of-the-line gadgets. Seventeen participating stores have been announced and are already beginning to set up (Apple) stores starting this month. Check out the official list to see where…

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[thragedy]

What is happening at Boğaziçi University?

Today, starting from the afternoon, Boğaziçi University in Istanbul, Turkey, which is the most prestigious university of Turkey, has been under blockade by the government’s police officers. (please read and reblog)

About a month ago, the government appointed an outsider trustee to our university as a rector. Without an election, without a question.

About a month ago, we stood up. Professors, lecturers stood up. We stood up everyday after the appointment happened. There were several peaceful protests took place inside and outside the campus throughout the month:

The professors’ academic stand under snow, rain or wind; “trustee rector festival and even a small music concert.

There was also an exhibition with student artists displaying their arts.

Alongside the exhibited arts, there was a piece with the picture of surroundings of Kaaba replaced with a Şahmeran (which is an Anatolian mythological figure with a woman head and a snake tail that is exalting woman presence and agency in Turkish culture.) With 4 flags of LGBT+ on the corners.

Yesterday, 5 of our friends were taken into custody for this piece of art and later, 2 were arrested. They were accused of possessing LGBT+ flags (???) and being hateful towards a religion (???).

Yesterday, we, Boğaziçi students were threathened with death by the radical islammists of our country, backened up by the government. Even the Ministor of Interior Relations called us “LGBT deviants”. They threatend us with laying our corpses on the streets and hang us on the cranes.

Today, the students were there to protest the unjust arrestments of 2 students. 

Today, the police was also there to block the press release which we have the right to do.

Today, snipers were placed on the roofs looking at our campus gate.

Today, we were attacked by the police on our own campus gate. Several students have been taken into custody while walking down the street with the accusations “you weren’t looking down” and the police used brutal force before the prostest even begun.

Today, we were trapped inside our campus. The police was holding on the gates and not letting us out.

Today, our so-called trustee rector called the action force upon us inside the campus.

Today, the police action force attacked us, students in our own campus. 

Today, 159 of our friends were taken into custody for defending their rights, their university’s legacy. 

Today was a hard day to be a student at our university, to be a human being at our country. We don’t feel safe in our own campus, and most importantly, our own country with this government.

But we are not giving up!

Tomorrow we will be more!

Tomorrow we will stand out against to the fascist government and its appointed trustee rector Melih Bulu with more passion!

We will never look down and we will not accept! #Bo��aziçiDireniyor

[kayshelf]

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