#no light over london

[travelling-my-little-pony]

Sweet Notes went to look at a festival of light art at Battersea Power Station, so September is a month of celebrating that!

In London, England.

Here is Sweet Notes with End Over End by Studio Vertigo.

#my little pony #g1 #sweet notes #lights #end over end #studio vertido #video #battersea power station #battersea #london #england

[chevaliermalfets]

Ethan almost losing Luther // Ethan losing Hunley

#it's about the arches!! the bricks!! the green lighting!! taking shelter behind pillars!! #it's about running over to your boyfriend and apologizing!! #mission impossible #mission impossible fallout #ethan hunt #luther stickell #alan hunley #ALSO HUNLEY'S NOT DEAD SHHHHHH HE'S FINE HE'S GOOD!!! he's just recovering in the hospital for the rest of the movie #ethan gets airlifted to london after fallout and they get hospital beds right next to each other so they can hold hands #(ethan also climbs out of his bed and into hunley's and the nurses are exasperated) #ray.gif #parallels #gee ethan how come the IMF lets you have two boyfriends #lowkey obsessed with hunley sitting there in the dark waiting to make his dramatic entrance

[beebrainedstudios]

Somebody was long overdue for a redesign (and a design that actually went beneath the bust)- here’s Osaron in all his shadowy, flowery, “ancient-thing-that-crawled-out-of-the-leaf-litter-after-being-buried-for-hundreds-of-years” glory! I like to think he started off with just the black stony skin and his thread cloak when Holland found him, and then as he goes through the other worlds he adds the threads and ribbons to try and “fill himself up.” The red markings are a sign his magic is active. Also he’s always been digitigrade in my mind, I think it’s fun.

#adsom #shades of magic #a darker shade of magic #a conjuring of light #osaron #adsom spoilers #a conjuring of light spoilers #a gathering of shadows spoilers #a darker shade of magic spoilers #ve schwab #threads of power #adsom design #the threads are my solution for the cloak because i never saw him with one #also fun fact: his skin has the texture of polished concrete #and his hair feels like selenite #hes a foot taller than holland who's the Tallest #i love this man so much i forgive all his crimes and issues #he can take over the londons if he wants #he'd better come back in top i miss him

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

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#also I put 0 stock in it #like even less than the daily mail or deux moi #but there was a rumour going around twitter I think (or reddit?) from someone who claimed to have heard from someone in Joe’s group #about how he was blindsided by the breakup and wasn’t able to speak to Taylor after #and he was shocked because they’d been ‘talking about raising their kids in London’ or some shit like that #which is like the major tipoff that it was fake lol #but if it that had been his team and the same bozos who thought the distraught and slighted picture was the right play in public #it’s even more hurtful and spiteful because we KNOW that that very thing was part of the Plan she was dreaming of #especially in light of yesterday’s mashup and in light of other Things over the last few years #which is why I’m choosing to believe this was fake #just like I hope the last daily mail thing the other week was fake because it is such a rookie move by his team if it were real #like it sounds like it was out of the Joe J playbook of making the man seem like the caregiver while the woman puts her career above family

[introspectivememories]

tim and bernard give off major sasaki and miyano vibes

#bernard is sasaki #and tim is miyano #they're not like one to one but like 'in another universe' #just sasaki's general simp vibes and the way he has to take two buisness days to recover every time miyano so much as smiles #gives off major bernard in high school vibes #tim laughs as he does a fucking triple dog ollie or whatever #bear speedwalking to the nearest broom closet to scream: oh fuck oh god how is he so cute #tim verbally tearing into one of darla's more persistent admirers: you're broke you're ugly what makes u think you can even look at her #bear head tucked into his arms face firetruck red trying desperately to hide a smile: i'm going to mc lose it #also sasaki's general style is what i think bear looks like #tim gives me miyano vibes just cause i feel like he'd get all panicky whenever someone asks to know more about his interests #and not like in an insecure way but like he knows his interests are pretty niche #and there's only so many times u can watch someone's eyes glaze over before it's like #'you're obv not fucking listening. that's okay. we can talk about smth we both like.' #but like bear wants to listen even if he doesn't understand and tim has no idea what to do with bear's undivided attention #tim rambling on about computers and mystery novels: so like i definitely think the murderer is mr. fitzpatrick #but i can't figure out... how. why are you looking at me like that? #bear completely lost but enjoying the way tim's face lights up: im not lookin at you weird. neway how do you think lady london ties in? #bear learns to recognize tony hawk for tim #bear asks pertinent ?s about tim's interests #tim who has no idea how to deal with that: oh god oh fuck what the fuck do i do #bear sends him memes relevant to his interests #tim giggling and kicking his feet in the air #tim drake #bernard dowd #timbern #timber #sasaki to miyano #dc

[oatbugs]

thinking abt that psychology lecture where they taught us how thinking about good memories makes your life obiectively better over time

#personal #i think i subconsciously equated memory and nostalgia. and i dislike the feeling of nostalgia so i avoided so many memories #i asked the masters student if every love song he listens to is about philosophy and he said everything is #everything is about the thing you love if you love it enough. i saw a star through the london light pollution (caught in an eternal nightly #daylight) . i was with a friend and another friend who had just gotten an unexpected diagnosis #we told her congratulations you're autistic and that means you may now explore a revolutionary depth #inside yourself. and it was all still about philosophy. (you sent us back a letter in said in capital letters #THE UNIVERSE IS GOING TO CATCH YOU.) one day i grabbed my friends arm and we jumped over a rusted metal fence #the soap-beaten bleach-eaten clothes i was wearing at the time still smell like rust and metal #for a brief moment i sympathise with the rusted case of a computer i saw when i was 5. i wondered if it had died #violently. i am spending my life protecting their ability to learn. and each time i ask a neural network what led to its choice of #planetary object it gives me the same blank stare of a young child which is in truth a black box to drown in. #when i was too young and i used to think of death too often i imagined my body was a machine. i imagined #liquid gold around my joints. i could never hurt a machine. i could never hurt a body that was a machine. #my neuroscience professor paused after a long lecture and told us #your body is not a computer，it is a flawed and gooey and imprecise mechanism. your nervous sytem is an intricate machine. #is every song about philosophy? is every song about the way machines learn? on the weekend i ignore the parts of him that have #rotted and pull the passion right out of his nerves. he told me he needs a way to kickstart critical periods so that he may learn well agai #and i told him taking every drug on the planet wont make a clever brain cleverer. he confessed he didnt plan #on making it far enough for it to matter. i checked his pulse and i told him that his body is a liquid imprecise delicate machine. #sometimes you become terrible but you are not an exception to being a winged thing. if you hold me you will smell like metal for the rest #of your life.

[nordic-language-love]

Once again I have messages and asks to reply to that I haven't got round to yet because last couple of weeks have honestly been hella stressful but I promise I'm not ignoring you; I just haven't recovered enough to respond yet.

#i'm flagging big time ngl #sorting the whole trip back to the uk has been exhausting #haven't even finished booking flights yet and i still have to get a train ticket from london to my city #and then either tell my bf i can't stay that night bc being a bridesmaid i have to stay over at the wedding venue #or tell my friend i can't stay over the night before the wedding bc it's been 10 months since i saw my bf and cats and i wanna cuddle them #why does my life always seem to involve having to choose which person to disappoint #i honestly feel like life right now is just throwing me choices that involve losing either way instead of winning #it's never like. trying to choose between chocolate cake and salted caramel ice cream where both options are a win #it always feels like choosing between having my hand cut off or my foot cut off #and when i tell people this they're just like 'but you shouldn't see it that way! it's so sad that you choose to view it like that.' #so yeah i'm exhausted because i'm depressed and poor and stressed out about going back to the uk #just wanna sleep for a week but noooooo #at least this week is fairly light. short commute relatively easy classes and i like the staff i share the classroom with

[thecubes]

the thing about coldplay is that albums are designed to be listened to from start to finish. especially viva la vida. life in technicolor -> cemeteries of london is just so fuckign good

#god is in the houses and god is in my head! and the cemeteries of london... #i see god come in my garden but i didnt hear what he said! for my heart it wasnt open! not open.. and the night over london lay~~ #theres no light over london today ..

[the-cat-at-the-theatre-door]

Asparagus and Jellylorum both wrote and were the first to perform the two separate elder honouring songs that are still often performed from ball to ball, those being “Old Deuteronomy” and “Gus the Theatre Cat” respectively.

#Asparagus #Jellylorum #my headcanons #asparagus wrote old deuteronomy tongue in cheek and jelly wrote gus because he's her hero #why? because paris made that a reality that's why #so i'm like obviously he knows it because who do you think taught munk and tugger it? #the way munk lights up and jumps over when he does - that kiddo spent those first few times wide eyed #sitting next to asparagus listening to the song about his dad *very* intently #and took it up when he got older and asparagus stopped singing it for them #(okay og london had different cats singing it too but lbh the olc doesn't even remotely count in what happens in cats - #they were changing it *while it was on stage*)

[travelling-my-little-pony]

Sweet Notes went to look at a festival of light art at Battersea Power Station, so September is a month of celebrating that!

In London, England.

Here is Sweet Notes with End Over End by Studio Vertigo.

#My Little Pony #g1 #sweet notes #lights #end over end #rainbow slinky #battersea power station #battersea #london #england #studio vertigo

[the-melpomene-and-the-thalia]

First blog, and while this may still be a work in progress, this is just to show my pain for this silly's ambition

#fallen london #fallen london oc #ambition: light fingers #someone help him #the kleptomaniac thalia #help i am still suffering over 50 candle stubs #little works of mine

[suguann]

He has a feeling that the new girl running the front desk at the gym is going to be a problem—a distraction disguised in a gym uniform polo and khaki pants.

It starts with you smiling too brightly as he walks in one morning, all teeth and that little twinkle in your eye that feels like trouble when you scan his membership card.

“Good morning, Mr. Riley.” 

“It’s just Simon,” he tells you as he takes his card off the counter. 

The following day, it’s the same, except Johnny is there to make it worse.

He nudges Simon with his elbow. “She’s kinda pretty, huh?”

“Say it any louder, and she’ll hear you, mate,” he grumbles.

Simon’s not blind; of course, he knows you’re pretty, but he doesn’t have time to commit to anything outside of work—even if you smile at him like you’re happy to see him and how he’ll think about it later: on missions, at his desk, during morning runs. His head is nothing short of woven webs with thoughts of you stuck in the middle.

Honestly, it’s that you—

(You try to make small talk with him every morning, and Simon is starting to think it’s just for him because on the days he doesn’t come alone, you merely scan his card and go back to reading the open paperback book on the desk.)

It’s weird because it’s almost like you—

(He bumps into you at the supermarket and makes a dumb joke about carrots that makes you laugh. It makes him a little tongue-tied and awkward afterward because he realizes he hasn’t talked to a woman outside of only wanting a quick fuck in a really long time, but more importantly, he wants to hear it again. 

Instead, he tosses potatoes in his cart and walks away.)

He tells himself it means nothing, or not how Simon wants it to.

You’re just…he’s not even sure; acquaintances? Maybe more than that, but less than friends. Somewhere in that odd in-between phase where he only knows bits and pieces but not the whole picture.

Sometimes, he wishes—

(Simon doesn’t know what he’s doing the first time he invites you to meet the guys from work on a night out. He’s dated around a few times and had his fair share of hook-ups, but this isn’t like that. His palms are sweaty, more than usual, and no amount of wiping them on the thighs of his jeans keeps them dry.

Then you walk into the bar in a dress that’s probably too light for early spring in London—even though he stares appreciatively at the long expanse of your legs as you walk up to the table—and he wishes he wasn’t introducing you as his friend.)

But you—

(A new development happens after you slip him your phone number on one of the gym’s business cards—it’s weird that we don’t have each other’s numbers, so message me sometime or whatever—and he messages you ‘hey’ right before he leaves for a mission a few days later. 

It slowly shifts and changes over time.

You start sending him texts in the morning. Never an actual good morning text, but of the dogs you take on walks, the sunrise, the new flower box in your window. Somehow, it’s better.)

You really are—

(His house feels too hot, and he’s distracted from the movie by how close you are, how your leg drapes over his under the blanket, fingers fisting into his sweater at his stomach that clenches. An ache that grows, throbbing, spreading from his abdomen to his groin.

It feels monumental—something more than the gentle touch to the elbow to squeeze by each other in his entryway earlier or giving you his jacket that night at the bar—a tilt of the axis that makes the messy pieces fall neatly into place. 

He must be staring because you glance up at him, smiling, and the sound from the TV turns into white noise in the background.

“Can I…would you—fucking hell,” Simon runs a hand through his hair. “Can I kiss you?”

When your lips press against his, and his hands are pulling you onto his lap, where you settle hotly against his dick tenting in his jeans, he wonders why neither of you has done this before. Just kissing—him licking the seam of your mouth, and you panting his name.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” you mumble, lips brushing his.

“Me too,” and he fists his hand into the hair at your nape and pulls you back to his mouth.)

“I knew you’d be trouble,” he tells you one day, glaring at the bloke further down the bar who tried making a swipe at your ass before Simon showed up, towering over his shoulder with your fruity cocktail in hand.

“Oh, yeah?” you giggle, leaning into his side.

“Yeah,” the corners of his mouth quirk, though he hides it when he presses a kiss against your temple. “A real pain in my ass, love.”

“But yours.”

This time, he does smile. “Yes, but mine.”

Masterlist

#simon riley imagine #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost x you #ghost imagine #simon riley fluff #cod imagine #cod x reader #cod fic #mw2 x reader #mw2 imagine #.things i write

[oatbugs]

WARNING: The penalty for trespassing on the railway is £1000.

#here is the story of two researchers and one 0 on the truth table. here is how you almost tied up my arm in a belt #because you lost your tourniquet and neither of you could find my veins. did it feel good to get it off your chest #did it feel cathartic to talk about sin? in a room full of policymakers and experts i shook hands with a theoretical #physicist creating breathing metal. we talked about annual ruination. there is a boy in gold earrings #and two strangers growing a fake hologram with their minds. you discover you like wine and that you are #perhaps only a little bit cutthroat. here is a teapot full of tequila and a glance a curling of the lips that renders you [0] #first on the index and quickly overlooked. you want to be loved? here is the difficult bit. girl teaches you how to speak mandarin. still #too drunk to find your veins but here i want to be loved anyway. in a shocking turn of events the thing that keeps me alive #projected through my lovers noise cancelling headphones causes a slow peak in the 10 millisecond span i process #falling lights and yet increases accuracy to almost 87.5%. is it magic or are you just discussing your downfall? #the truth is have no skill or qualification to my name. i want you to listen to me. he said you will be a king. he said if a bomb #fell on this room everything that matters would be over. YOU WANNA LEARN ABOUT LOVE YOU SELFISH FUCKER? YOU SHOULD HAVE CHOSEN ME #WHEN YOU WERE 15. THE LOVE IS GONE IF YOU HAVE TO ASK IT. hes the alaskan #WHEN YOU WERE 15. THE LOVE IS GONE IF YOU HAVE TO ASK IT. i am the alaskan malmute under the dinner table begging for scraps #in a place im not supposed to be. in the field it was me with the drumsticks her (the world piano champion and the researcher and the #the machine gun) with the 巴乌 him with the guitar this is outside of london this is the ex presidents ex advisor telling you to give up #this is your brain and this is the day after doom. this is her washing the EEG conductive gel out of your hair in the restaurant bathroom #this is the skill to possess guilt without carrying shame.

[reasoningdaily]

My former U.S. Track and Field teammate Tori Bowie, who was found dead in her home in Florida on May 2, of complications related to childbirth at 8 months pregnant, was a beautiful runner. She was effortless. At the Rio Olympics, I ran the second leg of the 4 x 100 relay. Tori was the anchor. When she got the baton, I remember thinking, “it’s over.” She just accelerated. When she crossed the finish line, I couldn’t wait to run over to her to celebrate. It was her first, and only, Olympic gold medal.

She also picked up a silver (in the 100-m) and bronze (200-m) in Brazil. The next year, at the 2017 World Championships in London, Tori won the 100-m title, earning the title of “world’s fastest woman.” Tori started out as a long jumper. So seeing her thrive as a sprinter was a huge deal. She was just such a bright light, and people were getting to see that.

Tori grew up in Mississippi and had this huge Southern accent. She didn’t take herself too seriously. You felt this sense of ease when you were around her. I last saw her in early 2021, in San Diego, where she was training. She gave me the biggest hug; something about her spirit was just very, very sweet. I felt her sweetness come over me that day.

Tori was 32 when she died. According to the autopsy, possible complications contributing to Bowie’s death included respiratory distress and eclampsia—seizures brought on by preeclampsia, a high blood pressure disorder that can occur during pregnancy. I developed preeclampsia during my pregnancy with my daughter Camryn, who was born in November 2018. The doctors sent me to the hospital, where I would deliver Camryn during an emergency C-section, at 32 weeks. I was unsure if I was going to make it. If I was ever going to hold my precious daughter.

Like so many Black women, I was unaware of the risks I faced while pregnant. According to the CDC, in 2021 the maternal mortality rate for Black women was 2.6 times the rate for white women. About five days before I gave birth to Camryn, I was having Thanksgiving dinner with my family. I mentioned that my feet were swollen. As we went around the table, the women shared their experiences during pregnancy. My cousin said she also had swollen feet. My mom didn’t. Not once did someone say, ‘oh, well, that’s one of the indicators of preeclampsia.’ None of us knew. When I became pregnant, my doctor didn’t sit me down and tell me, ‘these are things that you should look for in your pregnancy, because you are at a greater risk to experience these complications.’

That needs to change, now, especially in light of Tori’s tragic passing. Awareness is huge. Serena Williams had near-death complications during her pregnancy. Beyoncé developed preeclampsia. I hate that it takes Tori’s situation to put this back on the map and to get people to pay attention to it. But oftentimes, we need that wake-up call.

The medical community must do its part. There are so many stories of women dying who haven’t been heard. Doctors really need to hear the pain of Black women.

Luckily, there’s hope on several fronts. Congress has introduced the Momnibus Act, a package of 13 bills crafted to eliminate racial disparities in maternal health and improve outcomes across the board. California passed Momnibus legislation back in 2021. These laws make critical investments in areas like housing, nutrition, and transportation for underserved communities. Further, several pharmaceutical companies are making advances on early detection and treatment of preeclampsia.

Three gold medalists from that 4 x 100 relay team in Rio set out to become mothers. All three of us—all Black women—had serious complications. Tianna Madison has shared that she went into labor at 26 weeks and entered the hospital “with my medical advance directive AND my will.” Tori passed away. We’re dealing with a Black Maternal Health crisis. Here you have three Olympic champions, and we’re still at risk.

I would love to have another child. That’s something that I know for sure. But will I be here to raise that child? That’s a very real concern. And that’s a terrifying thing. This is America, in 2023, and Black women are dying while giving birth. It’s absurd.

I’m hopeful that things can get better. I’m hopeful that Tori, who stood on the podium at Rio, gold around her neck and sweetness in her soul, won’t die in vain.

—as told to Sean Gregory

#Tori Bowie #Black Lives Matter #Black Mothers Health #Black Maternal Health #Allyson Felix: Tori Bowie Can't Die In Vain #Black Lives of Children Matter #Black Health Matters