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midnightsun92 · 3 years

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I wrote a quick fic which I added to AO3 and now will be adding to here since it's short. So here you go.

Title: Rocking Nostalgia

Pairing: Dagur/Hiccup

Rating: G

Words: 1,094

Summary: some things, no matter how useless they become, can be hard to let go of.

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It was a simple thing really. It was painted to look like cherry wood and creaked with every rock, the paint rubbing off the arm rests from where his arms, elbows, or hands had rested many times in so few years. It was in the way and hardly used now that their two children were grown and in high school. There was no use for it anymore; the kids too old to be rocked to sleep or comforted when sick. It had become a useless commodity and it was time to let it go.

Yet Dagur found it difficult to part with the rocking chair. Many a nights (and day) he had spent sitting in this piece of furniture, lulling his children to sleep; he was surprised there wasn't an imprint of his rear on the cushion. It had a few dings, stickers, and carved names on it and looking at them made Dagur feel sad at the thought of losing this thing. Nostalgic his husband Hiccup would call him, but he didn't care. He loved the rocking chair as it did its' duty well and Dagur felt as if it deserved better than being given away.

He remembered the late nights, rocking colicky or sick babes while singing his favorite songs softly to them. He remembered cuddling his toddlers on the chair when they needed comforting or when he just wanted to hold them, to feel secure in the fact that they were safe in his arms. It had been years since it was properly used other than to be an extra seat when guests came over. Getting rid of it felt wrong.

Dagur stared at the rocking chair with a grimace, barely moving an inch in the last five minutes since Hiccup told him through the bathroom door that the chair would be one of the things to go during their 'spring cleaning'. This thing had seen some stuff; from the crying of infants to the cry of something less appropriate to even mention. It had seen many battles throughout the years, looking a little worse for wear, and Dagur felt the rocking chair deserved a more for holding up for so long after all the abuse. It had not been treated very kindly over the years.

He sat down in it, the familiarity of it striking him hard as flashes of memories rushed through his mind. Hands settled at the end of the arm rests, where most of the paint had rubbed away, and rocked gently back and forth; the stupid chair creaking annoyingly. It made him become misty eyed. Dagur stilled, but did not get up, and rubbed a thumb on the edge of the rest. He couldn't stand the thought of getting rid of it, but what else could they do with it other than sit in it when all the other, much better, seating was taken. Otherwise, it was just an eyesore. An eyesore that Dagur had come to love...

Hiccup descended the stairs, freshly showered and wrapped in a robe, and spotted Dagur in the rocking chair. A soft, knowing smile grew over his lips as he stopped in front of his sad looking husband, crossing his arms over his stomach. "When I said let's get rid of the rocking chair, it was more of a suggestion. We don't have to get rid of it."

Dagur looked up and took a moment to blink in minor surprise, taking in Hiccup's clean shaven face. Now if only the lanky man would grow out his hair a bit more like he used to so he could no longer look like some Disney king side character... and that was not a compliment. "But we don't use it."

"So? It's not like its' taking up that much room or in the way. We could set it out on the deck if you want to," Hiccup shrugged, taking a step closer to rest a hand on Dagur's shoulder. "We may be spring cleaning-"

"-more like summer cleaning."

"But it doesn't mean we have to give everything that we don't use away," the auburn continued as if Dagur hadn't mumbled anything.

"Isn't that exactly the point of 'spring cleaning?' To get rid of all the useless junk we don't use?"

Hiccup narrowed his eyes and raised a brow, amusement morphing across his face. "For a man so upset in getting rid of a chair, you act like it's such a problem to keep it."

Dagur rolled his eyes and stood up from the rocking furniture, chewing the inside of his cheek as he stared down at the simple looking chair. "It deserves better," he voiced an earlier thought quietly.

"... What?"

"A battle hardened chair should not have to suffer as it does. Donate it, it'll just sit in a thrift store for who knows how long and just giving it away to the first responder on a Facebook marketplace post is asking for trouble," Dagur grumbled.

Hiccup looked one comment away from laughing if the twitching of his lips were anything to go by. Oh the dramatics of one Dagur Haddock (yes, he did take his lanky husband's last name. Don't judge). "So why don't we give it to a nursery of some sort? It'll receive plenty of action then. The daycare center a few miles from here could use another rocking chair."

The very idea of having another person sit in his chair with someone else's baby was appalling. But it made more sense than having it sit here in their living room doing nothing; furniture without action had to be excruciating if it were a sentient being. Knowing his husband to be right, Dagur sighed and nodded in reluctant defeat.

"Good. I'll call them and let them know when to receive us." Hiccup leaned down to give the redhead a peck on the lips, escaping towards the kitchen for a cup of coffee no doubt.

Dagur watched the other until Hiccup disappeared around the corner before bowing his head to give the rocking chair an appreciative look, patting the top of the back rest. "You did good buddy, but it seems your journey has just begun."

"Dagur, please stop talking to the chair and help me with the kid's school lunches," Hiccup said, trying and failing to hide the humor from his voice.

Dagur soluted the piece of furniture and if he could have, he would be giving it a medal of honor. "Until we meet again brave soldier." With one last pat, Dagur moved away from the rocking chair.

#dagcup #httyd #rocking chair feels

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narcissasdaffodil · 4 years

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List 10 facts about yourself, then put this in the ask box of 10 of your mutuals. Learn to know your mutuals ✨✨

Thanks for the ask x I forgot about this for a bit, thinking of these things is hard! This gets long, as usual. I’m not great at being concise, that’s for sure!

1: I’ve met Carrie Hope Fletcher (I think twice, but definitely once).

2: I’ve been to Florida twice (Disney and Universal Studios, I was either 6 or 8 the first time, and I think 10-12 the second time? I don’t remember much of it, my memory is such a nightmare for pretty much anything.)

3: I’m very picky with pizza toppings. I used to only eat pepperoni pizza, now I have either ham and pineapple or ham and mushroom. If neither are available, I will try and diversify.

4: I dislike ice cream. Cold desserts give me headaches, and I also dislike hot desserts. I’m someone who eats crumble cold, for instance. I’ve had way too many people give me hell for it also, I used to have ice cream or ice lollies to avoid people complaining and throwing a hissy fit at me for it, but monster headaches aren’t worth it, trust me! They’re not migraines, but they’re stronger than the average headaches.

5: Been a fan of One Direction since they were on X Factor, and saw them in concert when they went on the X Factor tour. In addition, for such a long time, I’d defend my compulsory heterosexuality thing with the fact I had a crush on Zayn. I’m very much a lesbian though, despite that.

6: I’ve got a lot of games on my phone, and I get bored when I get stuck, which is often. I leave them there for when I’ve got no WiFi, as they’ve got some use then.

7: I never had Disney Channel or any kids channels growing up, so when I got older, I started watching stuff semi-illegally regularly. That’s how I watched Girl Meets World. It does take effort to find somewhere that isn’t overly buggy and I’m definitely lazy, so don’t do it often now.

8: Names, name meanings and etymology fascinate me a lot. When I write stuff and name my characters, I always make it priority to research the names and do full name research first. I’ve got a massive list of possible character names (which used to be my baby name list until I realised that I dislike children, don’t want kids unless it’s through adoption or fostering and that it’s not negative to not want kids, despite the way the media sometimes frames it.) which I do take from occasionally, but most of my characters are named for someone, whether it’s someone I know in real life, a celeb, or an Insta bestie.

9: I hate strong smelling fish. I can’t stand smoked haddock especially but that’s a result of having had it once then food poisoning after, which sucks, and has put me off the stuff for life. My parents keep trying to subtly get me to retry haddock, nope, not happening. I can tell the difference between haddock and cod, thanks.

10: My hair is a mix between light brown and dark blonde. People regularly get jealous of my hair due to having natural highlights but having my hair colour is definitely no picnic! I get mistaken for blonde too often, so I do have to politely inform people of my actual hair colour. Despite the amount of dislike I have for my own hair colour, only dyed it twice: red and dark brown. Red turned out more ginger/auburn which looked pretty good. In fact, people get confused as all my personal profile pics on Facebook and Insta show me as a redhead. That’s because I’ve only got a small number of photos in which I look somewhat okay in, and two of those are me with red hair. Dark brown turned out more medium brown and I did that over lockdown. I don’t have any good photos of me with that hair colour though.

#answered asks #ask games #asks

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writingsforwinter · 5 years

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there is a place where the honeymoon period never ends

In the smallest village in Alaska, there are men who spend every waking hour ice fishing in groups, in packs, in droves, sometimes with the moon swelling over them like honey, sometimes with the crack of dawn rising above them like last night’s empty bed. Once, a neighboring town lost their fish to poison so this village slung a hundred fish out of their waters, each one a glistening amulet, and carried them by hand, one in each palm, to the next town to slide them into the waves. The goodness of neighbors, the kind-hearted courtesy of friends.

In this village, there are many wedding dresses, and many married women, who bring their husbands sardines and lime and pita wrapped in foil for lunch at the fishing holes. In this village, for each hole in the ice there is a woman who still brings her husband lunch, today, then tomorrow, then the day after tomorrow, til death does them part, no matter his hand on her throat, no matter his fist against her head, no matter her tooth against the floor. There is always enough to eat, but there is always the fear. Sometimes, they wake at night gasping, drenched in sweat like furloughed fish, wedding dress in closet, dreaming of the night they will be carried to their own hole by the man that once stood in a small church and promised to love them.

Sometimes, you can see the holy, but not the hole. Sometimes, you can see the bounty, but not the bound body. Sometimes, you can see the charm, but not the chase. Sometimes, you can see the man, but not the man he is. On Facebook, far away from the village, in a town somewhere in the U.S. where there is Internet and never two straight months of daylight, a woman posts to ask if anyone else has ever been beaten on their wedding night. Has anyone else, she asks, been through the worst on the night intended to be the best.

Some men, in this village, after the damage is done, which is really an expression because the damage is only done for that moment and really continues to last far beyond that one moment and into the spaces between that moment and the next, place a fish, once writhing in salt, between the strands of a necklace, or sometimes a bracelet, and in the morning when he has gone and his wife awakens, it’s there beneath her pillow, a gift. And for every fish that rises from the hole, there is another ring, or another earring, or another chain, wrapped around another fish, and there is always another lunch, no matter his hand on her throat, no matter his fist against her head, no matter her tooth against the floor.

On Facebook, far away from the village, far, far away, another woman answers the first woman in the comments section. Yes, she says. Yes I have yes I have yes. There is fish at the market that day, and she was able to leave for an hour, was able to skim through the piles of king mackerel, of yellowfin tuna, of herring, of rainbow trout, the cascading buckets of salmon, the mahi-mahi, the haddock. She chooses five, and they are wrapped in paper. There will be a good supper tonight. She will prepare it exactly the way he likes. It might save her for the rest of the night. And then, maybe, the morning. There is nothing for her in the morning. There used to be, beautiful trinkets, silken scarves, a handful of daisies, things they couldn’t afford but she accepted anyway. There hasn’t been anything for her in the morning in a long, long time.

That night, it glistens on the plate like a pyre. Exactly the way he wants it. Later that night, she must be exactly the way he wants her. When all is said and done and the moon has risen while he retires, she opens the remaining fish to prepare for tomorrow. Slices each body lengthwise, removes the small bones. An unzipping. A gathering. A memorial. In one, tucked near the base of the notochord, something glitters. She slides her pinky nail beneath to pry it out.

A ring, small, for a petite woman. Tarnished gold.

Back in Alaska, the sun dips. The sky deepens. A woman quiet in her home brings the rubbing alcohol to the bathroom while her husband sleeps. Then the cotton. Then the gauze. She hopes for a ring in the morning, nestled around the snout of a halibut on her pillow. Something to make it better. Something to remind her of the ring he slipped on her finger all those years ago. She’d seen one earlier, a few weeks ago, in the shop. It spoke to her.

A ring, small, for a petite woman. Tarnished gold.

#poetry #prose #honeymoon period #domestic violence #fear #jewelry #grief #loss #fishing #world #women

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angelinarecs · 5 years

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*Updated* Tintin Recs

Organized by pairing (or gen) and then alphabetized by title. Summaries (which have been copied from their respective stories) and descriptions are provided. Notation at the end of the description indicates if a story is completed or a WIP.

Gen

Tintin and the Maze of the Minotaur - Tintin goes to do a report on a recent dig in Greece that uncovered a labyrinth, but there’s villains afoot and Tintin is driven into the maze to escape. Supernatural/Adventure. A case fic featuring ghosts, mythology, and really wonderful characterization. Fun read with the cutest line breaks. One-shot.

Wonderful - Sakharine had only ever seen beauty in model ships, until he meet Tintin. Even as the young reporter continuously thwarts his plans, and his advances, Sakharine grows more determined to have Tintin for his own. Drama. Following, Tintin, Haddock, and Sakharine’s POVs through a slight AU of the movieverse. Well, and very creepily written, this work explores a more base motivation behind Sakharine’s actions along with his greed. Warning for dark subject matter and threats of sexual assualt (nothing graphic, cause that is not how I roll). One-shot.

Tintin, Haddock Friendship

A Friend Indeed - Tintin is just a little sick. He’ll be fine, really he will. At least - that’s what he thinks. TintinXHaddock - comfort only - nothing more. Hurt/Comfort/Friendship. This is purely hurt/comfort with a good bit of Tintin being stubborn. I believe slash is implied, but I prefer to read it as friendship. One-shot.

Friendship and Adventure - In which Captain Haddock helps Tintin move to Marlinspike Hall and wants to talk about distracting ladies. Friendship. Haddock and Tintin discuss sexuality in a round-a-bout way. Am I reccing this because Tintin is asexual? Yes, yes I am. One-shot.

Of Ill Winds and Weathered Storms - As the Captain is pulled into another adventure, he grows concerned that Tintin might go too far for a story. “If I’ve learned anything from that lad,” Haddock said, taking another bite of his sandwich and talking with his mouth full, “it’s that there are places where a question mark is simply unacceptable. And that’s Tintin himself, I suppose.” Friendship/bromance. Drama/Friendship. A well written series with a few one-shots interspersed.The author does a wonderful job with the characerization. WIP, abandoned.

Our First Noel - Captain Haddock has recently moved into Marlinspike Hall, and has invited Tintin to spend Christmas with him. But what the Captain doesn’t realise is that for Tintin, Christmas means memories he may not want to face. Friendship/Hurt/Comfort. A cute series centered on Tintin and Haddock’s friendship. It’s sappy in places and the writing is good, but the plot is often tropey and unrealistic. Complete.

Small Blessings - After all these years, Tintin still manages to surprise Haddock- even when he’s not trying. Friendship. Haddock still has a lot of things to learn about Tintin. After all the adventures they’ve shared, neither have addressed their pasts all that much. Warning to past implied/referenced child abuse. One-shot.

The Secret of the Unicorn - Direct continuation of my Modern!Tintin story The Shooting Star. Now featuring pirates and an exciting fight! Modern!Tintin retelling of the classic Herge adventure. Mystery/Crime. The author is really good at modernizations and I really enjoy the series. Complete.

Tintin and the Alph Art An Imagining - My interpretation of the unfinished final Tintin story. Set in an updated, modern world complete with cool phones, gadgets and Facebook. I hope someone enjoys reading this as much as I’m enjoying writing it. Adventure/Mystery. A pretty well written modernization an take on the tribute comic to Herge. Complete.

Tintin and the Incident with the Mulish Cork - A hallucination. Based on page 30 of “Tintin and the Crabs with the Golden Claws”, yet set in the movieverse. Hurt/Comfort/Angst? A more intense version of the scene where Haddock hallucinates that Tintin is a bottle of alcohol and nearly throttles him. Drabblish, more of a novelization and slight continue of the comic scene, but still fun. One-shot.

Wound - As he recovers from his kidnapping at the hands of a no-name jewelry thief, Tintin realizes that not every story is one he will walk away from unscathed. The harder lesson yet: there is now someone he can lean on when walking isn’t an option. Friendship. Tintin has been on his own for so long that accepting another’s help feels foreign. But he finds that a friend’s help is exactly what he needs. One-shot.

Tintin/Haddock (I actually really dislike the pairing mainly because I prefer friendship between the two and the thought of romance between them kind of ruins some childhood memories. I usually try to read these as friendship)

Soul on Fire - Haddock must resuscitate Tintin after an incident in Cuba. Angst/Hurt/Comfort. PWP about Haddock having to rescue Tinin and the internal turmoil that ensues. Slash, but only in a few places (which I pointedly ignore when reading). One-shot.

#Adventures of Tintin #tintin fanfiction #captain haddock #tintin #snowy #professor calculus #childhood memories #angelina's recs

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paranymf · 5 years

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Last but not least: here is my Hiccup Haddock cosplay, with my friend as Astrid Hofferson! Just want to say that Hiccup (as a character) is very dear to me and this cosplay is not even near to being finished. So yeah, be kind with your critisim or just look at my amazing and dear Astrid, ‘cause she is awesome and pretty! Since my tumblr is mostly reblogs of How To Train Your Dragon content (I think?), I think you all know who Hiccup Haddock is, but I still want to post a gif of my dorky boy, just because I can, hahaha:

So yeah, this is my unfinished Hiccup cosplay. I don’t know exactly why I keep procrastinating the progress, because I love making my cosplays so much. However, I think this cosplay has to be *chef’s kiss* ”a mastahpiece” for myself because I love Hiccup so much haha. And when I start working on the cosplay I keep thinking: “Oh and then I can do his braces, And then his pants. Oh but I have to do his peg leg sometime around. And his boot for his right leg. Oh my gods, I have to do so much for this cosplay, I feel so overwhelmed, let’s take a break.” And then I take a break for a week, or in the last case, two months. Here is a WIP-pic of the upper jacket from last summer (let me tell you: this was a Very Big Puzzle):

HOWEVER: the times (that would be two, haha) I have worn my “casual” Hiccup, as I keep calling my unfinished versions, I have had so much fun! The first time we were listening to the HTTYD2 soundtrack on the way to the convention and the second time I was so happy to see my one of my best friends again. Also: crossplaying is still so much fun and Hiccup is, I have to say, something special. I have a favourite pose as him, though. The “oh my gods, this is my girlfriend, she is so beautiful, I can’t even” look. (Disclaimer for the next picture: I ordered THREE wigs from Arda Wigs, but they were ALL the wrong colour. So I went with the one that was the closest to the colour I wanted.)

I never knew that the Hiccstrid fandom was so big, because this picture was the first post of my Instragram to get over 100 likes, hahaha. So yeah, I am actually pining to finish this cosplay, but I have to work on Elsa right now and after that I probably need to get busy with my secret cosplay and Pyra and Malos from the Xenoblade Chronicles 2, so Hiccup will be postponed for another couple of months, unfortunately. *sad face* Maybe I will smooch in some days working on this cosplay though (I hope).

Will I be cosplaying more versions of Hiccup? Oh dear gods yes. We (my friend who cosplays Astrid and I) had actually planned to cosplay Hiccstrid from HTTYD2 at first. But then the trailer and all the promotion material were released for The Hidden World and we switched to the casual outfits from HTTYD3. We still both want to make the outfits from HTTYD2 and it would a personal goal if I ever would make a full armour suit and if it would be Hiccup from HTTYD3 it would be double goals! For Astrid I only have three cosplays I really want to make: bride (still convincing my boyfriend to be my Hiccup), the concept art I was fawning about in this post and momstrid (when I have actual kids of my own). But for now: we’ll make do with these unsatisfying and unfinished versions of Hiccup I have. (Inaccurate Hiccup cosplay is judging me.)

The Astrid in the first and third picture is Lizor Cosplay

Pictures taken by:

1. Iris de Wolf at Elfia Haarzuilens 2019 2. Work In Progress picture from my Instagram Stories 3. Elwin Vrolijk at Castlefest 2018 4. Lisa van Hees at Castlefest 2018

You can follow me on Facebook or Instagram for more cosplay!

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eatingexeter · 5 years

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With Chicken Tikka Masala having been Britain’s favourite food for around a decade and Indian cuisine being our second favourite takeaway according to stats, it’s clearly a popular choice for any household at some point during the week or month. Yet it can be hard to find a really good offering amongst the masses, I have had experiences before of dishes that were too greasy or very heavy with ghee (a class of clarified butter commonly used in Middle Eastern cuisine and cuisine of the Indian subcontinent).

This is not the case at Denley’s Essence of India in Topsham. Living outside of Exeter in one of the more rural areas, takeaways and restaurants are very few and far between, but thankfully Topsham isn’t too far for us and so Denley’s has become a firm ‘local’ favourite with very tasty and non-greasy food.

Denley’s Essence of India occupies a long-established premises, originally Topsham’s dairy. At the 2011 British Curry Awards, Denley’s won the prestigious five star gold award – the best Indian restaurant in Devon.

This is a dual review; we have enjoyed the takeaway from Denley’s before and, during December, we enjoyed both dining in at the restaurant and having another takeaway so I thought I would cover both.

For dining in, we were invited to try the Christmas dinner offering but in fact, we ate off the normal main menu, with a taster of a Christmas dish that, if popular enough, may make it to the main menu.

The restaurant has a cosy, petite feel to it, but can actually seat 50 people. With a small bar area at the front, you are welcome to enjoy a drink whilst waiting for your takeaway.

For starters we enjoyed Chicken Chat (Spiced chicken served in a tangy sauce) and Prawn Puree (Spicy prawns on fried bread). I love prawn puree, it’s my favourite and this slightly spicy, tangy, yummy, saucy prawn dish sat on a soft pancake-like bread doesn’t disappoint. The Chicken Chat was a new dish for us and was very tasty and is a new favourite!

Next up was Gosht ‘e’ Kalia (chicken or lamb cooked with herbs, spices, chilli seeds & yoghurt). This dish is not for the faint-hearted! Hubby is a serious lifelong chilli head and this dish, which is hotter than a vindaloo, delivers on heat for sure, but also taste which pleases him no end. He doesn’t just a want just a burn-your-mouth dish, he still wants all the flavours too. To sweeten it up, he enjoys it with prawns instead.

I enjoyed the special lamb shank – melt-in-the-mouth lamb that fell off the bone, in a really tasty tomato based curry. It was a monster of a serving! The Christmas menu dish we got to try was Venison Harin Jury Fry (stir-fried venison with ginger roots, oyster sauce, cumin seeds, fenugreek seeds, and nigella seeds; cooked with onions, peppers and mushroom). This dish was utterly delicious and I really hope it makes it onto the main menus. The texture of the meat was like wonderfully cooked sliced duck breast, and the oyster sauce really added a wonderful sweetness to the delicate game meat, with the crunch of the stir fry veg adding another dimension.

Service was warm and friendly, and we really enjoyed dining in, and washing it all down with a crisp Indian lager.

From a takeaway point of view, you can order online or call and there is a time slot where you can enjoy a percentage off on your order too.

For our takeaway we went for the same starters – chicken chat and prawn puree. The latter isn’t on the takeaway menu but is on the online ordering, I just ask for it if we ring them and it isn’t a problem.

For mains, the chilli head had his Gosht ‘e’ Kalia again, and I opted for a new dish – Balti Tikka Sagawala (chicken or lamb barbecued in a Tandoori clay oven, then cooked with fresh spinach and Balti ingredients, topped with garlic). This was a very flavoursome curry that wasn’t too ‘dry’ or condensed. I would definitely have it again.

I have previously enjoyed the Goan Fish Curry ( fillet of haddock marinated in a blend of Goan roasted spices, cooked in a sauce with a hint of coconut milk and tarmarind). This dish was literally fish and the creamy coconut-ty sauce with a sweetness to it and it is a dish I will try again soon.

What we have been pleased with is that the quality of Denley’s offering is brilliant, whether takeaway or dining in and tastes fresh, full of flavour, whilst not being loaded with ghee. It’s certainly an Indian venue to try if you haven’t already. I think the lesson is that Indian food is not just for Christmas!

There isn’t any parking solely for the restaurant, but there are spaces opposite that are free after 6pm, or if you park up the high street, it is only a few minutes walk down. It is also only a 5 minute walk from Topsham station too, if you wish to hop on the train and head in.

Denley’s Essence of India

62 High Street, Topsham, Exeter, Devon, EX3 0DY

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*We were hosted at the restaurant in exchange for a review if we enjoyed the experience, and this does not affect our opinion. The takeaway was not hosted and was purchased as part of our normal eating out and paid for by us.

Restaurant and Takeaway review: Denley’s Essence of India, Topsham – by Lauren Heath With Chicken Tikka Masala having been Britain's favourite food for around a decade and Indian cuisine being our second favourite takeaway according to stats, it's clearly a popular choice for any household at some point during the week or month.

#Curry #east devon food #indian food #indian restaurant #indian takeaway #spicy food

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wilderwestqueen · 6 years

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wilderwestqueen - fanfic masterpost

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Hiccup Haddock's just trying to sell coffee and stumble through presentations about Shakespeare, but one persistent rude customer keeps ruining his day. Astrid Hofferson would be the top of her class if it weren't for one golden boy barista that needs to be taken down a notch.

Brave As A Noun / ao3 / fanfic.net [In Progress]

Hiccup's struggling. University is difficult, his father is on his back, and he hasn't admitted to anyone just how bad his anxiety is getting. He's slipping right off the edge, and if he's not careful, he's going to fall right off. [Friendship/Angst/No Shipping]

You’re Everything I Want (And Nothing I Can Keep) / tumblr / ao3 / fanfic.net [Complete]

"Prove it. Bring her along this weekend, and prove it to everyone." After a little white lie, Hiccup has to do something drastic to avoid embarrassing himself at a family reunion. Lost for any other ideas, Hiccup asks his best friend to pretend to be his girlfriend, just for a day. What could possibly go wrong?

If This Is A Rom-Com, Kill The Director / ao3 / fanfic.net [Complete]

Hiccup and Astrid are both popular actors. And they hate each other. As luck would have it, they're both cast in a film adaptation of a popular Shakespeare play, and have to face their bad feelings for each other head on. In true Shakespeare fashion, it's going to go wrong before it goes right.

Don’t Tell The Bride / ao3 / fanfic.net [Complete]

Hiccup and Astrid are two broke art school graduates whose only wish is to get married. When the television show 'Don't Tell The Bride' offers them the money to pay for the ceremony, Hiccup and Astrid jump at the chance. Only there's a catch. Hiccup has to plan the wedding alone, and Astrid's not allowed to know anything about it.

Oneshots

I’ve Got You Now / tumblr / ao3 / fanfic.net

Astrid and Hiccup have a nerf gun war.

How To Survive Christmas: A Guide By Hiccup Haddock / tumblr / ao3 / fanfic.net

The Christmas season is difficult enough with your father messing with your love life. When Astrid gets invited over for Christmas, Hiccup becomes obsessed with making it the best Christmas ever.

This Little Game / tumblr / ao3 / fanfic.net

Viggo's games are dangerous to play, and when it all comes crashing down for Hiccup and Astrid, they have to make the most difficult choice of their lives: only one of them can come out alive.

Poison In My Veins / tumblr / ao3 / fanfic.net

What if, in 'No Dragon Left Behind', the antidote to the Slitherwing poison takes much longer to work? What if Hiccup is forced, once again, to imagine a world without Astrid in it?

A Little Chance Encounter / tumblr / ao3 / fanfic.net

Astrid doesn't like being set up with people at the best of times, but damn, did it really have to be with the one night stand she'd run away from the night before?

Here Comes The General / tumblr / fanfic.net / ao3

If you’ve got beef with the tribe of Berk, remember the golden rule: Never, ever, mess with General Hofferson.

Sing Me A Song / tumblr / fanfic.net

Hiccup serenades Astrid. It does not go well.

Just Pretend I Didn’t Say That / tumblr / fanfic.net

While Astrid seems to be asleep, Hiccup lets something slip.

Worth The Risk / tumblr / fanfic.net

After the events of Shell Shocked, Hiccup and Astrid have a talk.

In the dim light of evening / tumblr / fanfic.net / ao3

After a hard day of responsibilities piling on top of one another, Hiccup breaks down in Astrid’s arms.

Kiss The Girl / tumblr / fanfic.net / ao3

It’s New Year’s Eve, and Hiccup has three resolutions: 1) to spend more time with his cat, 2) to remember to log out of his Facebook, and 3) Kiss Astrid Hofferson.

Moves And Countermoves / tumblr / fanfic.net

In a bid to save Astrid, Hiccup gives himself over to Viggo.

At Your Window / tumblr / fanfic.net / ao3

In the middle of the night, Hiccup shows up outside Astrid’s bedroom.

Heather’s Helping Hand / tumblr / fanfic.net / ao3

After getting tired of watching Hiccup and Astrid dance around each other, Heather decides to intervene and get these two to admit their feelings once and for all.

A Grim Fall / tumblr / fanfic.net / ao3

After being brainwashed by the Grimora, Toothless and Hiccup fall over the edge of the cliff. Toothless escapes from the ocean, safe. Hiccup doesn’t.

Not Gonna Leave You / tumblr / fanfic.net / ao3

In the midst of the worst storm the archipelago has ever seen, Astrid rescues an injured Hiccup.

Just Let Me Help You / tumblr / fanfic.net / ao3

Hiccup patches Astrid up after she gets injured.

Just For Tonight / tumblr / fanfic.net

Her fingers hover over the delivery instruction box and then she giggles as she types in: Send the cutest delivery boy you have. OR Astrid’s lonely, and she needs something to go right tonight.

Fifteen Ways To Say I Love You / tumblr / fanfic.net / ao3

Astrid Hofferson’s got the perfect boyfriend. He’s kind, considerate and rather attractive. She’s pretty sure she loves him, and that he loves her too. So why hasn’t he said it yet?

The taste of scotch rich on my tongue / fanfic.net

It’s late, and Astrid’s sad and drunk. One night, she tells herself. One night to be alone and sad. She certainly wasn’t banking on an equally as sad stranger to come make her feel better.

Winter Might Not Be So Bad After All / tumblr / fanfic.net / ao3

Astrid’s not a winter person, so when she wakes alone on a snowy day, she can’t help but be in a bad mood. But with the arrival of her boyfriend, Hiccup, she finds a new appreciation for the winter season.

Without You / tumblr / fanfic.net / ao3

In the aftermath of Astrid nearly drowning, Hiccup has a realization: without Astrid, who is he anyway?

Make The Good Things Better / tumblr / fanfic.net / ao3

It’s New Year’s Eve, and Hiccup finds himself at a party, next to the girl he’s been pining after for years. If only he could summon up the courage to tell her how he feels…

I Won’t Let You Be Lonely / tumblr / fanfic.net

‘At some point, she’s going to have to admit out loud that she’s been stood up, and the last thing she wants is anyone’s pity.’ Astrid’s night would have been sad and lonely, if it weren’t for the green-eyed boy who saved the day.

Temporary / tumblr / fanfic.net / ao3

Astrid and Hiccup meet on holiday and get on like a house on fire. The only problem is the time limit: when the summer ends, they can never see each other again.

No Tomorrow / fanfic.net

Hiccup’s in love with Astrid, that much anyone can see. But he’s afraid to tell her - and everyone keeps telling him that he might not always have a chance to do so. They are Vikings, after all. What if there was no tomorrow?

Screaming Colour / tumblr / fanfic.net / ao3

Astrid sees the world in a monochrome cast, nothing but black and white until the day her soulmate comes along and lets her see in colour. Until then, she’s got her best friend Hiccup to describe all the different colours to her. But is that enough?

Rule Number Two / tumblr / fanfic.net / ao3 /

High school is hard enough without having to fight monsters every day. In which Hiccup and Astrid are monster hunters, juggling school with protecting the students from unimaginable horrors. They have only two rules. Number 1) Keep the secret. Number 2) Don’t die.

Girl Talk / fanfic.net / ao3

A year after Hiccup destroyed the Red Death and united the village with the dragons, the Bog Burglars arrive for their annual visit. Astrid and Camicazi get a chance to talk about their mutual dragon training friend.

Tumblr drabbles/ficlets

‘When your otp is in an intense argument and their faces get closer together, but then they stop talking and look at the other’s lips’

‘the best part of height differences in OTPs: when the taller one lifts the smaller one’s chin so that they can kiss them.’

2018 Secret Odin fic: ‘I don’t want to lose you too’

Astrid really hates Hiccup’s beard

@margarethelstone told me to write a fic about chewing gum so i did

Ask Prompts

1. “Hiccstrid story strung to the tune of Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift? Like, a song line or two, and then a drabble (a SHORT one) based off of it?” (tumblr) (ao3) 2. “He had your eyes, Hiccup. Look at him.” (tumblr) (ao3) 3. “Hiccup can’t find his favorite shirt and trashes his room looking for it. He runs to the to the living room in a rage to ask Astrid, and there she is, reading a book in his shirt (and looking really good in it, too). He decides to let her keep it.” (tumblr) 4. “Hiccstrid beach.” (tumblr)

5. “Hiccstrid guitar ❤” (tumblr) 6. “Hiccstrid cold :D :D 😃” (tumblr)

7. “Micro-story: Saviour” (tumblr)

8. “Hiccstrid “Can we pretend I didn’t just say that?” (Probably Hiccup after saying that Astrid is beautiful or something)” (tumblr) (fanfic.net)

9. “Can I ask for a oneshot in which Hiccup tries (and fails) to serenade Astrid? Pretty please?” (tumblr) (fanfic.net)

10. For that new prompt list of yours, maybe a 28 or 45? Both sound good ;) (knocking on the wrong door AU) (tumblr)

30 Day Fic Challenge (failed spectacularly)

Day One: Island / tumblr / fanfic.net / ao3

Day Two: Warm / tumblr / fanfic.net / ao3

Day Three: Chief / tumblr / fanfic.net / ao3

Day Four: Scheme / tumblr / fanfic.net / ao3

Day Five: Halloween / tumblr / fanfic.net / ao3

#phew #this took me an age #I hope it's useful to someone!#fanfic masterpost

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tysonrunningfox · 6 years

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Toothless: Return to the Black Pony of Second Chances

Part 3 | AO3 (I’m too lazy to link all former chapters because tumblr doesn’t want to show me part 2 and I don’t know why but Archive has them all and it’s easier so there)

I’m going to try and finish this because I love my dumb horse girl Hiccup au a lot and need structure to try.

Town isn’t so much an actual town as it is an actual general store with a big, ancient sign that says General Store a gas pump out front, a Denny’s in a Best Western parking lot, a post office combined with a vaguely ominous sounding “Best Trader’s Bank”, and a nameless bar with a Coors Light sign half lit in the front window. Not only is it not big enough for Astrid and me, it’s not big enough to earn a dot on the atlas map. If I had service, I’d check if it’s even worth a dot on Google Maps but my service is roaming with the buffalo, wherever they do that, I’m assuming it’s nearby. I’m sure that if Google could see me, Google would think I was going to show up in the news for surviving being lost in the Wyoming wilderness.

Or dying, you know, which seems more probable with the way Astrid is glowering at the list my dad gave her.

She’s very angry. I remember that from when we were seven. Or my scalp remembers because there’s a very primal throbbing on the back of my head like by second grade, she had the unique ability to target people where they’d died in a past life.

I don’t necessarily remember her looking like a very muddy and really hot but vicious attack lap dog of my father’s, but after half an hour in the truck while she unflinchingly blared country and refused to look at me, I think I’ve got her figured out. It’s not like there are very many personality types in Wyoming, and I think I can put her surprisingly dedicated irritation with me in the same corner as my dad’s deep and eternal disappointment.

“You can wait in the truck.” Astrid’s offer is more like an order and I unbuckle my seatbelt the instant she parks the truck.

“I’ve been in this truck all day, I need to stretch my legs,” I say it to make her uncomfortable, but she either doesn’t hear or doesn’t remember, because she doesn’t react except to glare at me that I interrupted her counting the money my dad gave her. “What? They don’t take Apple Pay?”

“I really don’t need your help,” she double checks the list and tucks it into the grimy pocket of her shirt. The wrists are unbuttoned and it looks like she purposefully dragged them through filthy water, like some bastardization of hick tie-dye.

“Fine, then I won’t help.” I get out of the truck and stretch my arms over my head, simultaneously overheated in the direct sun and chilled by the wind that cuts through my hoodie like Astrid’s glare. “Nice park job by the way.” I point out one of the behemoth’s tires on the crookedly painted line and she huffs at me before deciding against it, her nose pointedly in the air as she stalks off into the shop.

The silent treatment, my old nemesis.

One time my mom managed it for a day and a half and I thought I was going to pull my hair out, but that’s my mom. She knows me. Astrid can’t seem to be not furious for even a second so I doubt she’ll keep it up for long.

A second gust of wind slams the door shut after me, ruffling a bulletin board full of flyers. Most of them are advertising things for sale, like a manual Craigslist, and a couple are alerting the few but lucky patrons to fire danger in the area. The biggest is a poster tacked down at all four corners, advertising the Berk County Rodeo as the oldest continuously running rodeo in Wyoming and promising prize money in a variety of events that I would guess all involve wrestling farm animals. And that just makes me remember that my dad’s plan is for grueling, back breaking farm labor to miraculously return me to the obedient son that I never even was.

I thought last summer was bad because Mom refused to turn on the AC. This is going to be worse, so much worse.

“Hiccup Haddock, is that you?” A familiar voice greets me and I look up from the bulletin board to see Gobber behind the counter, holding Astrid’s list with his metal hook hand.

“Gobber?” I laugh, forgetting at least some of how miserable I am to be here. My dad looked the same but Gobber looks older, his moustache gray in the middle and blond where it hangs to his chin.

“Is that a question, laddie?” He laughs, waving me over, and Astrid steps out of the way with an expression like she just bit into a lemon on a dare. “Stoick said he was picking you up today but I didn’t figure he’d let you out of his sight so soon.”

“Let? More like ordered me away before that vein in his forehead finally exploded.” I shake Gobber’s hand and he pulls me halfway across the counter to thump me on the back with his hook. “And now you’re bludgeoning me, ouch,” I’m grinning when I get my feet back on the floor, “I see it was a long con to get rid of me.”

“Don’t think we’d let you off that easy,” he crosses his arms, “expelled, eh?”

“There it is,” I sigh, and Gobber’s heavy look gives no room for me to try and talk my way out of this judgement. “In my defense--”

“This should be interesting,” Astrid mumbles under her breath, rolling her eyes and reading a candy wrapper like it’s deeply interesting.

Maybe it is, to her. I don’t think they let her off the farm much, maybe she doesn’t know that some food comes pre-killed and pre-packaged for everyone who doesn’t horse wrestle to get their morning pep.

“Whatever the reason, I’m glad to see you.” He starts stacking items from Astrid’s list on the counter, “a summer of work will do you some good, you look like the wind is going to clean carry you away.”

“Thanks,” I scoff, swallowing against that all too familiar feeling of fitting in only because I stand out.

It’s different with Gobber though because the reason I’m a token something is different, he’s cutting right to the core of Berk’s problems with me with one swipe of his hook. And given the lack of diversity in Wyoming personality, candy selection, and everything else, I can just apply his salt to the wound I didn’t think my dad could open back up. But he’s stubborn and look at this, I’ve been here an hour and gotten through one rousing fight and suddenly, I kind of care what he thinks of me.

Gobber heads into the back room, humming happily, and given that this is the closest I’m going to get to civilization for a while, it’s probably my best chance to get an SOS out. Dear Heather, enemy doctrine has reminded me that societally, I’m supposed to want my dad to love me, please send reinforcements.

“Is there cell service anywhere around here?” I ask Astrid and she looks up pointedly slowly from her absolutely gripping candy wrapper research.

“We have an amplifier at the ranch but Mr. Haddock keeps it off, usually.”

“Oh, that’s useful for the underage hostage labor situation he has going on.”

Her nostrils flare like she’s about to charge me or something and I make sure I’m not wearing my red shirt.

“Ruffnut claims she can check Facebook from the corner by the ice machine,” she points past the two aisles of food and small selection of clothes that look like they were personally plucked by Gobber out of the LL Bean sad grandpa collection.

“I’ll try that then.” I take out my phone and slip a pack of gum into my pocket when she isn’t looking, already re-committed to ignoring me. “Don’t worry, not calling the union--”

“You really shouldn’t talk about your dad that way,” she snaps, dropping the candy on the floor and clenching a fist on the counter. “The rest of us want to be here. I want to be here.”

I don’t quite know why, but that makes me think of that horse I noticed on the way over here. I don’t know why it stood out to me but I think it had something to do with the way it was standing, sulky but still defiant, like it knew it had lost didn’t see any reason to acknowledge it. Astrid said it didn’t belong and maybe it should take that as a compliment.

“You do seem deeply happy and fulfilled.” I head back towards the ice machine, holding my phone over my head and looking for a trace of signal. It flickers but holds and I open up my messages. The screen stays blank, unable to load the rest of Heather and my conversation and I’m glad I grabbed the gum, because the secret in my pocket keeps my face blank even as another tether to who I knew I was yesterday wears thinner in the onslaught.

Hiccup (11:13am): Day 1 in enemy territory, lack of muscle definition has been noticed and noted. I fear this will make me unattractive to the cows and my cover will be blown Hiccup (11:13am): how’s my mom holding up?

“That’s the last of it and I’ve got the feed on order, someone should be delivering tomorrow,” Gobber hefts a box onto the counter and Astrid pays from her stack of bills.

“Thanks for doing that research for me, by the way, I hate going cheaper--”

“Don’t worry about that now,” Gobber says almost gently, “Stoick will turn it around, he always does. This time’s no different, you’ll see.”

“Turn what around?” I check my phone to make sure I stay in signal range even as I try to insert myself back into their cryptic conversation.

“None of your business.” Astrid picks up the box like she’s worried she’ll hit me if she doesn’t have something to occupy her hands.

“Well, it sounds like it has something to do with the Haddock Ranch, which technically--”

“Are you done irritating whoever you’re texting?” She gestures at the door with her chin, wordlessly ordering me to open it for her. “Because unlike you, I actually have some work to do.”

I move slowly and Gobber groans at me, annoyed but nice enough about it that I almost feel bad about the gum in my pocket. Or maybe I do feel bad, I always feel a little bit bad, but it’s not an exercise in morality as much as impulsivity and reminding myself that no one is watching. A little invisibility is practically armor when Astrid’s glaring at me like that.

“I thought everyone’s whole point was to put me to work?” I finally get to the door and lean on it a second too long before pushing it open. The wind fights me and I let it.

“I don’t know how useful you’ll be,” Astrid gets sick of waiting and shoulders past me, kicking the door fully open with a muddy boot and calling back at Gobber. “See you later!”

“Yeah Gobber, I’ll see you,” I wave at him and his unimpressed face reminds me of my mom’s.

“If you’d like to do that before your own funeral, maybe go a little easy on Astrid.”

“Right, because she’s going so easy on me.” I watch her load the box into the backseat of the truck and climb impatiently into the driver’s side, tapping on her watch at me.

“She’s had a rough few months,” he sighs, “and so has your father. Maybe lead with a little less…”

“You just gestured to all of me,” I flinch when Astrid honks, and taps her watch again. “Alright! I’m coming! Bye Gobber, enjoy my wake, chances of open casket aren’t looking good.”

“Oh Hiccup,” he sighs as the wind slams the door shut again and I get into the truck. I’m barely seated let alone buckled in when Astrid pulls out, slamming it into gear and punching the gas.

“You know, unbuckled passengers become projectiles in accidents.”

“I’m not going to hit anything.” She sighs and rubs her forehead, leaving a smear of dirt across it, like it somehow sprouts endlessly from her hands. “At least not right now.”

“That leaves me confident.”

She doesn’t respond to that aside from turning on the radio and going back to her stare straight ahead and glare routine while attempting to humanely lobotomize me with some song about cut offs in a truck in a field in a beer can in the military.

Halfway up the long driveway to the ranch, I find myself looking for the horse I noticed earlier. The rest of the herd is still in the field they were last time, but that lone black horse is missing. Maybe it found somewhere it would rather be and I kind of hope it’s a good omen towards my chances of finding a reliable cell signal.

But, as with school security system updates, hope doesn’t usually go my way.

“Shit!” Astrid yelps, slamming on the brakes as a staggering black blur runs in front of us right at the corner of the fence. The truck squeals, tires sending a wave of gravel at the twins, who are running after the horse. Ruffnut flips her off and my dad barks something I can’t quite make out but it gets her running again.

“I thought you weren’t going to hit anything.” I goad Astrid, using the physical force of her glare to convince my hands to let go of the seat.

“Loose horse, don’t just sit there,” she yanks the keys out and runs after everyone, grabbing a rope from a hook on the fence.

“I don’t really know what I’m supposed to do, but...ok.”

The horse runs behind the house and I take a few steps towards the other side, more avoiding the action than actively seeking out the horse. I am curious though, I did recognize it. It’s limping even as it leads everyone on a scattered chase and I catch a flash of red on its back leg when it dodges around my dad, kicking out at him and stumbling to catch himself.

Astrid’s probably going to lecture it about disrespect.

I didn’t grab the gum to chew it, but the dust the chase is kicking up is making my mouth feel dry so I pull out a piece, edging a little closer to the commotion.

The horse catches my eye and pauses, neck arched, eyes wide enough to see the whites of them even from thirty feet away. It kicks at Astrid when she tries to grab it with the rope before fixing its attention on me again and staggering to the side. I can see its hurt leg more clearly now and it makes my own knee twinge sympathetically.

“Hiccup,” my dad gestures from where he’s standing, arms spread wide to block entrance to the barn. “Get out of its way.”

“I thought we were trying to catch it,” I take a step towards it, possessed by the same pull I feel towards knick knacks and unguarded teacher’s keys.

It blinks at me and nods violent and fast, letting out a shrill sound that’s more scream than anything before running straight at me.

“Hiccup!” My dad yells again.

Maybe my life isn’t flashing before my eyes because I never really had one.

Or maybe it’s because for some reason I can’t explain, the horse stops three feet ahead of me, nodding again and pawing the ground with one front foot. Its knee shakes. My knee shakes. I hold out my hand and it breathes a gust of warm, damp breath over my palm, nostrils flaring to show vague pink insides.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” I mutter, clearing my throat when my voice feels lost in it. “Something already did that.”

“Hiccup,” Astrid tosses me the rope she’s holding and it hits me in the side. The horse startles, rearing back on its hind legs and lashing out at her before stumbling, barely catching itself on that quaking back knee.

“Don’t scare it!” I step between them, arms held out like I’m the one protecting the raging thousand pound animal. Maybe I am. I don’t know.

“Put the rope around its neck,” she orders, which I think is just a base state for her, but I’m not sure what else to do so I listen, picking up the coil with surprisingly steady fingers and examining it.

“I don’t know how to do this,” I tell the horse, because country music made me go clinically insane this quickly, “this is a lasso, I think, I don’t know. There’s a loop.” I glance back at Astrid and she’s scowling at me, giving so much helpful advice. “I think that’s the part I catch you with. I’m just going to...put it over your head even though you keep trying to kill everyone else here.”

The horse nods again, chewing with its big, hand crushing teeth, and blowing more air over my hands.

I have to go onto my toes to get the rope all the way over its ears and I stumble slightly on the gravel. It’s a reflex to reach out and catch myself and I don’t realize what I’ve done until I see my pale hand on its gleaming black shoulder.

My life doesn’t flash before my eyes.

The horse stands stock still except for that trembling back leg shaking in time with my heartbeat.

“Hiccup,” my dad calls again, “let Astrid take him--”

“I’ve got him,” I regrip the rope, taking a step backwards, sure that the horse will follow. It does, one mincing step on unsure legs. “There we go, that’s good.” My left heel drags slightly in the gravel as I take another step back and the horse follows.

“Take him into the barn,” my dad sounds confused more than anything and he steps out of the way as the horse and I make slow backwards progress. One of the stalls inside the barn is open but the horse pauses at its entrance, pawing with its front foot again.

“Come on, bud, you’re close. So close. I see that knee shaking, I bet you’re tired from making all these people chase you around.” I reach out and set my hand on its nose and it nods again, grunting deep in its chest between hoarse, distinctly scared breaths, “I’m tired from watching you make these people chase you around.”

It takes a trembling step over the threshold and the other three feet follow more easily.

“Take the rope off,” Astrid is watching from the big sliding barn door, eyes sharp and irritated. Curious.

I think it’s the first time all day I’ve agreed with her. I’m also curious as to what the fuck just happened.

“I’m just going to get this off of you,” I loosen the rope and pull it back over his head, “and I’m going to step out of here and close this door.”

It tries to follow when I step backwards but doesn’t argue when I close the door and slide the brass latch into place.

“What the hell?” My dad shakes his head, looking at me like I’m as alien as I feel here.

I laugh, “watch your language, Dad, impressionable ears are everywhere.”

“Inside. Now.” He points towards the ranch house and I’m too rattled to try and argue with that level of authoritative tone so I listen, knees wobbling as I walk past everyone. I’m not sure how to describe how they’re staring at me, but it’s new. As new as the urge to turn around and go back into that barn, like something is unfinished.

#t:rttbposc #horse girl hiccup au #cityslickercup #ranchhand astrid #hiccstrid #modern au #kleptocup my son #gobber my life

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immedtech · 5 years

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‘Limetown’ trailer shows Facebook’s take on the hit podcast

The first trailer for the Facebook Watch mystery series Limetown is now available. The 10-episode series is based on the popular podcast by the same name. The show stars and was executive produced by Jessica Biel, and it premieres at the Toronto International Film Festival this afternoon. The first two episodes are scheduled to launch on October 16th.

Like the podcast, the series follows American Public Radio journalist Lia Haddock, played by Biel, as she tries to solve the mysterious disappearance of 300 people at a neuroscience research facility in Tennessee. The show's other stars include the likes of Stanley Tucci, Marlee Matlin, Kelly Jenrette and John Beasley.

Facebook Watch hasn't exactly taken off. We'll see if a show like this, that's based on a popular podcast and has some big names attached, can change that.

.@JessicaBiel stars in #Limetown, a brand new show based on the #1 podcast. Join in on the mystery beginning October 16, only on Facebook Watch. https://t.co/AUrX4lAzDm pic.twitter.com/d03F2Aar2z

— Facebook Watch (@FacebookWatch) September 6, 2019

Via: Deadline

Source: Facebook Watch

- Repost from: engadget Post

#ITlive #engadget #‘Limetown’ trailer shows Facebook’s take on the hit podcast

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duaneodavila · 6 years

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Judge Sues Judge Over Totally Adolescent Social Media Spat

Ah, the collegiality of the bench. Amidst the sturm and drang of contemporary society, the staid halls of the courthouse provide a refreshing look back at a bygone era when professionals comported themselves with dignity and respect.

Nah, just kidding, they’re the same back-biting, petty hitchhikers on this bobsled to the crash of civilization that the rest of us are. Case in point, two Fort Worth judges are involved in a wacky lawsuit over Facebook posts and political infighting. I guess that makes this a “benchslap fight” or something.

Diane Scott Haddock, a 20-year veteran of the family law bench, has sued District Court Judge Patricia Baca-Bennett and Tarrant County over alleged “public and private badgering, threats, back-biting, undermining and maligning” arising from a dispute between Judge Haddock’s husband and Judge Baca-Bennett over internal Republican Party politics. According to the suit, Judge Baca-Bennett supported current judge Jim Munford, while Judge Haddock’s husband supported Munford’s opponent. As the ABA Journal summarizes it:

Baca Bennett had called Haddock into her office in October 2017 after reading a news post by an organization created by Haddock’s husband that called Munford a “RINO,” meaning “a Republican in name only.” Baca Bennett told Haddock to talk to her husband because the organization needed to stop badgering Munford, the suit says.

That message was repeated in February, when a visiting judge told Haddock that Baca Bennett had asked her to advise Haddock that she needed to “get her husband under control” or “handle her husband,” or words to that effect, the suit says.

In fairness, a “RINO” is no “cuck,” so let’s keep this criticism in perspective! It seems Mr. Haddock’s friends objected to Judge Munford’s “Second Amendment violations” which amounted to court orders taking guns away from violent domestic abusers because Second Amendment fundamentalists are delightfully kooky.

Judge Haddock says Judge Baca-Bennett then falsely claimed that Haddock had resigned, which created a hostile work environment. I guess. If you didn’t think this sounded like some overbaked high school nonsense, check out this passage from the complaint:

Diane learns of Harris’s Facebook post via a forwarded screenshot from Cindy Mendoza (received by Diane a little after midnight). She is shocked and panicked, and she wakes up Gerald from a deep sleep. Diane immediately calls Harris and sends him a text about his post. (Exhibit 10). Diane also calls Vick and sends him a text (Exhibit 11), asking Vick to call her and tell her what he said to Bill Harris to make Harris think she had resigned.

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At 9:42 a.m., Tom Vick calls Diane and Gerald and is dumbfounded – he simply cannot believe Harris attributed such remarks to him. He denies telling Harris that Gerald had announced Diane’s resignation. Vick explains that Harris had called him and asked about an E-mail from Gerald, that he (Vick) found the E-mail and read it to Harris verbatim (Exhibit 13). Vick assures Diane he never speculated to Harris about the meaning of Gerald’s E-mail, and he agrees with the Haddocks that nothing in Gerald’s private E-mail to Vick even remotely suggests that Gerald was offering Diane’s resignation. Vick promises to post the clarification on Harris’s Facebook page as soon as he can get to his computer. Diane asks, since she is not active on Facebook, if Vick will send his statement to her via E-mail; however, to her disappointment she does not receive anything further from Vick on that day.

“OMG, did you tell her that I ‘liked’ him or that I ‘like liked’ him.” These people are all handling family court cases like pre-teens. Can we order them to family therapy? That’s a thing you all do, right? Let’s just find some way of getting this out of the courts where it’s really sending a bad signal to all of us who want to cling to that last shred of judicial legitimacy.

(Check out the full complaint on the next page.)

Fort Worth Judge Sues Fellow Jurist Over Facebook Posts [Texas Lawyer] Judge’s suit claims she was retaliated against at work for her husband’s political activity [ABA Journal]

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adslanka · 4 years

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Click to SUBSCRIBE ►https://bit.ly/2V5Vh2b to never miss a video! Join my Notification Squad by clicking the 🔔Bell ******************************************** We have NEW Gameplay every DAY! https://tinyurl.com/v9jfqus ►►► ******************************************** FACEBOOK ►https://web.facebook.com/playwithdidu TWITTER ►playwithdidu INSTAGRAM ►#playwithdidu WEBSITE ►https://playwithdidu.blogspot.com/ ******************************************** The Adventures of Tin tin Game EPISODE 7 | Android Offline game | Play With Didu The Adventures of Tintin: The Secret of the Unicorn (known as The Adventures of Tintin: The Game in North America) is an action-adventure, platforming video game based on the film The Adventures of Tintin: The Secret of the Unicorn, which is based on the series The Adventures of Tintin, the comics series by Belgian cartoonist Hergé. The game was released for Microsoft Windows, Nintendo 3DS, PlayStation 3, Wii and Xbox 360 on 21 October 2011 in Europe, on 1 December in Australia and on 6 December in North America.[1][2] The game was developed by Ubisoft Montpellier, working in collaboration with the producers of the film, and published by Ubisoft.[5] The iOS, Android and Symbian^3 versions were published by Gameloft and released on the App Store and Android Market on 31 October 2011,[3] and on the Ovi Store on 11 January 2012.[4] The online services for the game were shut down on 6 October 2015 Gameplay The game is predominantly a 2D platformer with puzzle elements, although there are several other level types; flying levels where the player controls a Beechcraft, driving levels where the player controls a motorcycle and sword fighting levels. The player controls Tintin for the majority of the game, although in some sections, Snowy can be controlled, and in the final battle, the player controls Captain Haddock. Snowy has the ability to follow Tintin's scent, as well as the scent of other humans and creatures, and can also scare harmful creatures away with a bark. Tintin can punch enemies and climb ladders. Whereas Tintin can only attack using punches, Haddock can also use a sword to fight. The game also includes an offline co-op mode set in Captain Haddock's nightmares, where Tintin, Haddock and Bianca Castafiore (each controlled by a different player, or by the same player at different times) must combine their unique abilities to complete each level. Mobile versions Tintin purchases a model ship from a stall when another man approaches him and offers to buy the ship from him. Tintin refuses to sell it, however. The stall owner tells Tintin the man's name is Sakharine (Alec Newman), and that he has come to the market a lot over the last few weeks to buy antiquities. Shortly afterward, the ship is stolen from Tintin, so he and Snowy decide to head to Sakharine's home, Marlinspike Hall, to investigate. Tintin finds what he initially thinks to be his stolen ship, but soon realizes that the one he has found is slightly different from his. On the way home, he is kidnapped and taken aboard the Karaboudjan, a steam ship heading for Baghar, a city located in North Africa. Tintin escapes from his cell and meets Captain Haddock, the original captain of the ship, who has been imprisoned by Sakharine after he took over the ship and bribed Haddock's crew into working for him. Haddock helps Tintin and Snowy escape, but as they are at sea in a lifeboat, they are attacked by a seaplane sent by Sakharine. The attack fails and Tintin is able to damage the plane. Tintin and Haddock hold the pilot captive and fly away, but crash-land in the desert after the plane is struck by lightning. As they travel through the desert, Haddock tells Tintin about his ancestor Sir Francis Haddock, who was the captain of the Unicorn, a galleon that was attacked by Red Rackham, who wanted Haddock's treasure. Rather than allow the ship to be boarded, Haddock decided to scuttle it and escape in a life-boat. There, Sakharine has joined an opera owned by a rich man named Omar ben Salaad, who has the third miniature ship, which is hidden in his opera house. Having received Tintin's telegram, Thomson and Thompson prepare an arrest outside the opera house, while Tintin and Haddock sneak in. Tintin makes it to the walkways under the ceiling and finds that one of Haddock's old crewmen has gotten the miniature ship. Haddock reveals himself to Sakharine and challenges him to a fight. Chaos ensues on the stage and walkways. They fight across the stage, much to the surprise of Ben Salaad and the audience. Tintin defeats Sakharine's crew and jumps off the walkway down onto the stage to help Haddock. Snowy pursues Sakharine's pet crow and holds on to its feet, getting the miniature ship in the process. Sakharine attempts to kill Tintin, but Haddock hits him in the head, knocking him unconscious. Tintin, Haddock, and Snowy all receive a loud applause from the audience. #TheAdventuresOfTinTinGame #OfflineGame #PlayWithDidu

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shirlleycoyle · 4 years

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YouTube Removed a Sex Tech Conference for No Reason

The first-ever live streamed Women of Sex Tech conference, held on Saturday over Crowdcast, almost didn't happen because YouTube's automated moderation controls banned the group from the platform.

Women of Sex Tech, a group of entrepreneurs in sex and technology industries, has been organizing events and meetups for nearly five years. Due to the coronavirus pandemic, this year's conference moved to live-streaming online.

Women of Sex Tech president Alison Falk and vice president SX Noir tested the live stream on YouTube on Friday evening. After four minutes of streaming with a speaker in the UK, the stream was cut off for violating community guidelines.

"I was so confused, I thought it had to be a glitch considering there was no mention of sex or adult content at that time," Falk told Motherboard. She said that the YouTube account only had their logo on it, and was made weeks in advance. When she tried testing again a few hours later with Noir, YouTube said the channel was in violation three more times.

In a statement to the Daily Dot, a YouTube spokesperson blamed the incident on its coronavirus response, which involved sending human moderators home and instead relying more heavily on automated algorithms. “We know that this may result in some videos being removed that do not violate our policies, but this allows us to continue to act quickly and protect our ecosystem," the spokesperson said. "If creators think that their content was removed in error, they can appeal decisions and our teams will take a look.”

Falk and Noir told Motherboard that appealing the decision, so close to their event the following morning, seemed pointless.

"At that point, we began scrambling to figure out what we could do and ended up having to fork over a couple hundred dollars for conferencing software to make sure the show would still go on!" Falk said; Crowdcast costs $195 per month for a business plan that could support the attendees and time limit they needed.

YouTube’s nudity and sexual content policies bans a whole list of explicit content "meant to be sexually gratifying," but there was none of that in the entire five-hour conference, which Motherboard attended. Speakers including founder of MakeLoveNotPorn Cindy Gallop, reproductive health specialist Serena Chen, and sextech business founder Lora Haddock DiCarlo spoke on how the coronavirus pandemic has affected their work, and gave insights into how others in the sexual wellness and education industry can cope with the current crisis.

Adult industry professionals including Danielle Blunt, who spoke about the EARNIT act, and writer Jessie Sage discussed the ways sex work is impacted by the pandemic, but no one described their profession in explicit detail. All of that doesn't matter, however, because the algorithm decided they were breaking the YouTube terms of use before they even held the event.

"Morality and technology very much have intersections."

"Considering this isn't a one-time occurrence and there are frequent stories of folks being shadowbanned, demonetized, having their accounts disabled, and so on within our communities, I can't help but wonder what variables within the automation their smart detection has been told to look for that would trigger a violation of inappropriate content," Falk said.

This is yet another example of sex education and sexual speech being routinely silenced by tech companies like YouTube, Facebook and Apple for years. It's an incident that's indicative of a larger pattern of sexual censorship online.

"I think this indicates that there will always be a moral judgment on these platforms… When cis, heterosexual white men create these digital worlds, you see these moral judgments leading to more discrimination for people who are brown, black and queer," Noir said—and legislation like FOSTA-SESTA, which censors sexual speech online under the guise of preventing trafficking, and the EARN IT Act, which is still in the Senate but would give government actors the power to force sites to break users' encryption, further hinder their acceptance on mainstream platforms.

"Morality and technology very much have intersections," Noir said. "And most of the time, as mentioned, it's the queer and brown folks that are left out of this acceptance."

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michael-radi-the-glamorous-life · 4 years

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The Creative Corner - Guest Blog #3: Shannon Haddock

Happy Quarantine Monday, everyone!

Please enjoy this guest blog post from a dear friend of mine and wonderful actress (and fellow blogger!), the fabulous Shannon Haddock!

Without further ado, The Creative Corner #3: Shannon Haddock - Art In The Time of Coronavirus.

Art In The Time of Coronavirus

Hello friends and faithful followers of Michael Radi, and The Glamorous Life!

Allow me to introduce myself. Shannon Haddock here. I am a friend and colleague of the lovely and talented Michael Radi. We’ve done three shows together, and spent several evenings playing board games. He’s a peach! I’m very happy that life brought us together.

Two weeks ago Michael put out a call on the FaceBook, for guest writers for this blog. I raised my hand because, why not! We weren’t quite to shelter in place, but there wasn’t much else happening. Michael contacted me with the theme of Creating/Making, and I thought, “Oh. I don’t do either of those things.” I’ve spent the last two weeks, trying to think of something inspirational to share with his audience, while at the same time becoming increasingly uninspired, for lack of a better word.

Yesterday, I decided to explore what it means to be considered an artist, when you feel like you’re not.

Before I continue, I don’t want you to think that I am putting myself, or anyone, down. I’m not. I’m just looking for the words that describe how I feel as a performer.

I do not write the music that is played. I do not write the lyrics that are sung. I do not write the stories that are told. I do not create the costumes that are worn. You get the idea.

What do I do?

I often joke that my ability to talk is my only marketable skill. I am, of course, kidding. But a lot of people think that that’s all it takes to be an actor. Even as millions of people are stuck at home, watching television, movies, listening to music, streaming the opera and Broadway shows, taking virtual tours of museums all over the world, the American ambassador to the United Nations, Nikki Haley tweeted this:

“These are the items included in the stimulus bill:

$75 mill for public television/radio

$25 mil for the Kennedy Center

$75 mil for the Natl Endowment for the Arts

$75 mill for the Natl Endowment for the Humanities

How many more people could have been helped with this money?”

I don’t think she realizes what the arts means to people. I don’t think she even realizes what it means to her, personally. I also don’t think that she realizes how many people work for these non-profit organizations. Art is such an integral part of our lives, that a lot of people, like Nikki Haley, don’t even realize what it is.

Art is beauty, hope, tragedy, birth, death, in short, life. Art is Life.

That’s where I come in.

I, as an actor, may not create the story, but I’m the one who has the privilege of telling it. That, my friends, is freaking exciting!

When we’re on stage, we’re living the life of the character we’re portraying. Some times that life is funny, sometimes it’s sad, sometimes it’s incredibly boring (the character’s life, not the act of performing). We don’t think about the audience, well we shouldn’t be thinking about the audience, we’re just living.

When we’re done, we take off our make-up, put on our own clothes, I usually put on a hat because my hair is a mess, we walk out, and the audience is still there! They stayed to tell us that they appreciated our work. They tell us that they recognized themselves, or someone they love in the characters we were playing. They want to discuss what we thought about what the characters think and feel, and what happens next. Sometimes they just hug us, and thank us for bringing them some joy.

That’s magical, my friends.

I don’t know how to write a musical.

I don’t know how to write a play.

I can barely sew on a button.

But.

I can walk out on a stage. I can take all of the pieces that were created by other people, put them together, and create the story.

That, is what I do. And I can’t wait for this moment to pass, so I can do it again.

Thank you to Michael Radi for giving me a moment to reflect on what it means to be creative. I hope you can find some moments of beauty in the coming weeks.

Thanks for reading friends, be well, and remember to Live Your Dream!

Shannon Haddock

Shannon originally hails from the Orlando area. She received a Bachelor's of Music Education from the University of Central Florida, and spent 15 years working at the Walt Disney World resort. For the last 13years she's been in New York City, living the glamorous life!

www.shannonhaddock.wordpress.com

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