Energy, resilience, forgiveness and love at the Boston Marathon on April 21, 2014.
I spent the day listening to NPR. I heard the memorials, the interviews, the tears.
I wasn’t in Copley Square, but the bombing affected me deeply. It was really good to hear my city was taking the Marathon back.
Her mouth felt like a small animal had hibernated in it, and a sharp, throbbing pain radiated from a small spot on her back. No stranger to waking up in strange places, Sio kept her breathing deep and even, letting her brain wake up with some creative curses on the name of one Jenevive Ellen MacKenzie. Gods, why had she let her childhood friend talk her into taking this hells-damned job?
She left her eyes closed, letting memory ooze back like a bit of mercury. The job. Gods, what a fucking mess. Dust tickled her nose, and something scratched at her cheek. The urge to slip her skin and slide into fur was damned near unbearable, but she gritted her teeth and forced the wolf down, continuing the deep, meditative breathing exercise.
It hadn’t been a total failure, in a way. The box was definitely here- someone knew more than they were letting on. It may have been coincidence that the marksman had followed her out to the garden, but she’d bet the fingers on her other hand that someone had given a signal, prompted by her questions. Dammit, she knew Jenny should have done this! She had never been as glib, as smooth as her friend.
Finally, she opened her eyes, slowly pushing herself upright to survey the damage. Abused muscles in her back clamored for her attention, but she was more interested in her surroundings. A cell. Well, that wasn’t terribly surprising. It was comfortable enough; a straw pallet on a wooden frame, a couple of blankets. Nothing she could use as a weapon, really – she’d have to break apart the wooden frame for a club, and that would be noticeable and the blankets would not make a suitable garrote.
Glumly, she looked around for ideas, her eyes landing on another straw pallet in the far corner, an unmoving form stretched out on it. Dammit to bloody hell!
“Will…?” If the most intelligent of her helpers was stuck in here with her, then the others were likely scattered, spending their silvers in the nearest bar instead of mounting a rescue. She crept to his side, wincing as her body protested, fingers sliding along his neck, searching for a pulse.
You never know how sick you are until you try to recover.
Flight Rising has been my main internet hobby for the last six months. I never got into dragons and I never got into Neopets, but I’m always a sucker for animal husbandry simulators. Especially when neon pink is in the gene pool.
Most of these were drawn for in-game currency, but two are mine. (They’re the prettiest ones.)
Now THESE I’d save up treasure/gems for! I love the character of these haha omg
These are awesome!
These make me happy.
For the dragon addict in my life. (Lookin’ at you, shadeburn!)
Fake Pockets: A How To
dude. this comic was made for me.
And this is why I just bought three pairs of men’s jeans, because not only are they better made (with real fucking denim!) they have POCKETS.
birthday: March 6
zodiac: Pisces, Year of the Horse
single or taken: Committed relationships
eye color: Hazel (Sometimes blue, sometimes green)
middle name: Nadine
favourite color: Orange (lately. Also like Greys/Silvers)
lucky number: N/A
hogwarts house: Griffindor
favourite fictional character: Jamie Fraser, Harry Dresden
favourite television show: Babylon 5, Firefly, BSG (noticing a theme here)
favourite season: Fall
describe yourself in a few words: I have a personality like a dog- Forgiving, loyal, and almost always happy to see you.
future children’s names: No children for me, although my mother loves telling people that when I was 5, I wanted to have a little girl named Judy.*
meaning of your name: Lydia was one of the first people Paul the Roman converted to Christianity. She was mentioned in the bible, and that’s where my parents got it. I was almost Danielle. It’s also a popular Russian/Hebrew name.
ultimate otp: Enh… I don’t really do OTPs, although if I HAD to choose, my paladin Rychtier and his husband, Emmitt. They are a terrifically solid couple.
what do you plan to/do for a living: I fell into a job as an analyst. The company pays me stupidly well, so I guess I’ll keep doing that.
starbucks Tim Hortons order Dunkin Donuts: Everything Bagel, toasted, with veggie cream cheese
THIS OR THAT:
introvert or extrovert: So introverted
dawn or dusk: For all that I’m not a morning person, I do love watching the dawn.
righty or lefty: Right-handed
coffee or tea: Coffee. Tea tastes like hot water with stuff floating in it.
rain or shine: Raaaaiiiin
reading or writing: Both! Reading has been my passion since I was old enough to do it. I’ve been writing since I was 8.
* I’m not sure if this is related, but Judy was also the name of the woman that taught me to ride. She used to bring over her most gentle gelding and let me ride him around the yard until I was 10 - when my parents bought my first horse.
AZMO is looking for Azeroth’s Cutest Couples!
Please send in your nominations. We need to know what faction, their names (duh) and what makes them unique and we ask that you do NOT do so anonymously because -no- nominating yourselves!
We will be picking 3 from each side and featuring a small interview with each couple! Send them in and reblog it up!
And, if you haven’t seen it yet: azerothmonthly.wordpress.com
Not sure how many we can nominate, or how to send them in (nudge, should we send asks?) - but Vandrysse and Ellister are tooth-rotting, as are Kaeyrah and Jorath.
awshit I have no idea what she actually looks like outside of pigeonkin form oops.
I’m going to steal the way Hound draws cow noses
Also Zazi is too cute I can’t even deal
Whelp. Just found a new artist to follow… (seriously the boomkin and the Taurenface. Too cute!)
My Draenei hunter, lol. Yes, I am quoting Hellboy, sorta. I do actually consider spec in my character’s personalities, because I’m weird like that. She’s Beast Mastery/Survival because animals are less complicated than people. And she’s a survivor. (Keep on survivin’. Herp de derpy derp derp.)
I am in the mood for silly doodles!
This sounds like Keialaar’s attitude. (Although she’s a very good marksman.)