Vegetarian dinner: sandwich with cheese, lettuce and pickles, fried potato chip twist and green tea.

Vegetarian dinner: sandwich with cheese, lettuce and pickles, fried potato chip twist and green tea.

sirencoverpg:

"No one living in Siren Cove would ever tell you that the rivalry between the Thornton and Coombs families hasn’t caused its fair share of issues."

For over two decades, the residents of the small coastal town of Siren Cove, Maine have enjoyed a peaceful existence full of prosperity and growth. Until now. A gruesome and mysterious murder of a beloved daughter threatens to rip open old wounds, old rivalries, and old alliances.

“It would only take the right event to summon chaos, and there are those waiting in shadow ready and waiting for it to happen…”

Siren Cove is an original OC roleplaying game set in a modern small town with a supernatural spin. It focuses on a rivalry between humans and witches but also the relationships and lives of all the people that live here. 
There are several pre-made characters available to app. We are a mature group of players that are super laidback and drama-free. 
No auditions necessary. Our focus is on giving players the freedom to create their own characters and plotlines.

SIREN COVE || PLOT || RULES || APPLICATION || AROUND TOWN

Come joooooooooin us

sirencoverpg:

"No one living in Siren Cove would ever tell you that the rivalry between the Thornton and Coombs families hasn’t caused its fair share of issues."

For over two decades, the residents of the small coastal town of Siren Cove, Maine have enjoyed a peaceful existence full of prosperity and growth. Until now. A gruesome and mysterious murder of a beloved daughter threatens to rip open old wounds, old rivalries, and old alliances.

“It would only take the right event to summon chaos, and there are those waiting in shadow ready and waiting for it to happen…”

Siren Cove is an original OC roleplaying game set in a modern small town with a supernatural spin. It focuses on a rivalry between humans and witches but also the relationships and lives of all the people that live here. 

There are several pre-made characters available to app. We are a mature group of players that are super laidback and drama-free. 

No auditions necessary. Our focus is on giving players the freedom to create their own characters and plotlines.

SIREN COVE || PLOT || RULES || APPLICATION || AROUND TOWN

Come joooooooooin us

humansofnewyork:

Today in microfashion…

humansofnewyork:

Today in microfashion…

Colin Morgan for Hunger Magazine

(Source: royalpendragon, via simplycolin)

Vegetables pie with purslane.

Vegetables pie with purslane.

I want more houses with awesome murals in the world.

I want more houses with awesome murals in the world.

(Source: soupmagazine)

Wholemeal pizza with pine apple, mushrooms, beetroots, rocket salad, white onions and a lot of cheese.

Wholemeal pizza with pine apple, mushrooms, beetroots, rocket salad, white onions and a lot of cheese.

agneskrpatience:

Kristen McMenamy by Tim Walker for W magazine September 2012.

agneskrpatience:

Kristen McMenamy by Tim Walker for W magazine September 2012.

writeworld:

Writer’s Block
A picture says a thousand words. Write them.
Be sure to tag writeworld in your block!

“Tag.” Isaac looked around, his body tense like he expected that any moment the woods would throw something at him. “You brought me here to play tag? With who?”
“To learn more about what we can do in a playful way.” Scott shrugged. “Because we deserve some fun.” He heard the roar of a motor. “Us. And Stiles, but he’ll be on a quad to make things a bit more ..equal. In speed.” 
“Stiles?” The tenseness built. “What? Why? Am I your pet charity project now? I played tag as a kid you know, not everything was mi-”
“You’re not.” Scott wasn’t going to mention how he read about traumatized dogs relaxing because of unthreatening toys. “We just deserve some innocent fun. Hi, Stiles.”
Stiles braked in between them, making Isaac jump back with a snarl on his face. “I’m ready to kick both your asses in a family friendly way. Are you ready to have your ass kicked?” He took off his helmet. “Will I survive this without padding? And hey, no tree climbing.”
Scott nodded. “No trees, no fangs, only ta-”
“I don’t want Stiles around.” He was looking at the quad with disgust. “I’ll do this because you’re the one asking, but I’m not going to be someone’s prey ag- someone’s prey.”
Stiles’ jaw dropped. “It’s tag! Everyone has to hunt the others down once!”
“Stiles ..” Scott put a hand on his friends’ wrist. “Give us a chance to get a feeling of the place first.”
“Get a fee- we have been in these woods since we were tiny, tiny children.” 
“Just go crossing around a bit first? Please?”
Stiles knew that Scott was trying hard to let the Beacon Hills werewolves become a proper pack. He would try as hard to not feel rejected by his best friend. It was just tag. “Howl if I can come play with the hairy fellows.”
Isaac scoffed.
Scott smiled, clearly relieved. “Oh, you will hear us.”
[[MORE]]
-
“You’re good.” Scott panted. “Can’t remember the last time I ran this hard.” He took off his shirt. “You’re just a bit predictable, just keep going back to zigzagging through the young trees.”
“I’m not predictable. It’s just the easiest way to shake you off.” Isaac copied the gesture but folded the garment neatly before putting it down. “I rather run than taunt.”
“I know that. And I think it’s a good thing. There’s no shame in running. It’s probably the sanest option, most of the time. But don’t think about that, think about how cool this is. Just using what we have.”  
He shrugged. “So maybe this is kind of fun. Acting the fool.”
“I know right? Look at us, being rulers of the forest.”
“Oh, come on.” Isaac rolled his eyes. “If you want to write songs for the moon next, I’m out.”
“Nah .. I’m just going to do this.” Scott poked him in the chest. “Tag. You’re it.” 
-
Stiles was driving in smaller and smaller circles like he was paid to do it, the necessary concentration taking his mind of Scott playing around without him. Even though Scott had invited him. These were too childish thoughts.
He almost launched himself from the quad’s saddle when he had to brake to avoid Derek. Suddenly appearing Derek, the version of him that was the most common. “What!” He took off his helmet. “Can’t you just – for once- let your presence be known a bit earlier? And not in a step-in-front-of-a-vehicle-way?”
“What is Scott doing?”
Of course this was about Scott. “Didn’t you get the pack news bulletin?” Dude, I almost ran you over, Stiles wanted to say, Do you know how traumatizing that would have been for the both of us? “He’s pack bonding.”
Derek’s face fell for just a second, his eyebrows more tightly knitted than usual. “Pack-bonding? By acting like children in a forest?”
“They’re playing tag. I was invited and got this thing to keep up with them but Isaac couldn’t handle the – hey, where are you going?”
The werewolf laughed (Derek, laughing?) and started walking. “I’m going to play tag. Bond.”
“Tag? Do you even know what it is?” Stiles put his helmet on and started the engine. “You know that it could well be fun, right?”
“It’s great physical exercise. And I can show them how a real wolf runs.”
He gaped at Derek’s back. “Are you possessed? Because I’ve been th- because you’re saying some very un-Derek th-“
Derek’s walk turned into a run.
“Hey!” He turned on the power. “Wait for me!”
-
“Maybe he’s not possessed’, Stiles whispered in Scott’s ear. “Only drunk. Or high? Can werewolves do that?”
Scott looked at Isaac chasing Derek up a tree. “I really don’t know, but .. this is good, right? Fun for everyone?”
“Dude, I’m still on the bench. He pointed at the quad. “I took this because I wanted to use it, not for -”
“Took?”
“No-one will notice.”
Scott cocked an eyebrow. “Where do you even steal a quad fr- ”
“So!” Stiles whistled. “Can I have everyone’s attention please? Rules! No trees, no hiding, no claws or fangs. And uh, no throwing things.” He sat down on the quad’s saddle. “You all have ten seconds to run.”
Derek was the first off.
“Stiles?”
He nodded. “Now only eight, Scott.” Isaac disappeared behind a hill. “Ready or not, here I come!”

 

writeworld:

Writer’s Block

A picture says a thousand words. Write them.

Be sure to tag writeworld in your block!

“Tag.” Isaac looked around, his body tense like he expected that any moment the woods would throw something at him. “You brought me here to play tag? With who?”

“To learn more about what we can do in a playful way.” Scott shrugged. “Because we deserve some fun.” He heard the roar of a motor. “Us. And Stiles, but he’ll be on a quad to make things a bit more ..equal. In speed.”

“Stiles?” The tenseness built. “What? Why? Am I your pet charity project now? I played tag as a kid you know, not everything was mi-”

“You’re not.” Scott wasn’t going to mention how he read about traumatized dogs relaxing because of unthreatening toys. “We just deserve some innocent fun. Hi, Stiles.”

Stiles braked in between them, making Isaac jump back with a snarl on his face. “I’m ready to kick both your asses in a family friendly way. Are you ready to have your ass kicked?” He took off his helmet. “Will I survive this without padding? And hey, no tree climbing.”

Scott nodded. “No trees, no fangs, only ta-”

“I don’t want Stiles around.” He was looking at the quad with disgust. “I’ll do this because you’re the one asking, but I’m not going to be someone’s prey ag- someone’s prey.”

Stiles’ jaw dropped. “It’s tag! Everyone has to hunt the others down once!”

“Stiles ..” Scott put a hand on his friends’ wrist. “Give us a chance to get a feeling of the place first.”

“Get a fee- we have been in these woods since we were tiny, tiny children.”

“Just go crossing around a bit first? Please?”

Stiles knew that Scott was trying hard to let the Beacon Hills werewolves become a proper pack. He would try as hard to not feel rejected by his best friend. It was just tag. “Howl if I can come play with the hairy fellows.”

Isaac scoffed.

Scott smiled, clearly relieved. “Oh, you will hear us.”

Read More

writeworld:

Writer’s Block
A picture says a thousand words. Write them.

Water, thought the snail. 
Light, thought the snail. 
Colour, thought the snail. 
The three thoughts rolled - slowly - into a nice sensation in the head of the snail. It gave a soft, comfy feeling. Because of those three thoughts, the snail now knew where it was, where it was going to be and what it was part of. 
What else would a snail need.

writeworld:

Writer’s Block

A picture says a thousand words. Write them.

Water, thought the snail. 

Light, thought the snail. 

Colour, thought the snail. 

The three thoughts rolled - slowly - into a nice sensation in the head of the snail. It gave a soft, comfy feeling. Because of those three thoughts, the snail now knew where it was, where it was going to be and what it was part of. 

What else would a snail need.

Michael K. Williams

Michael K. Williams

(Source: bluesbell)

entrelacave:

Be Umbrella sharp

With bonus accessories.

entrelacave:

Be Umbrella sharp

With bonus accessories.

I love the colours and I’m still waiting for something that can create real clothes from images without the whole sewing shebang.

I love the colours and I’m still waiting for something that can create real clothes from images without the whole sewing shebang.

(Source: melodious87)

garglemypiss:

You Light The Longest Night by borda
writeworld:

Writer’s Block
A picture says a thousand words. Write them.

It’s 4.40 in the morning and I cycle to work. I cycle to go find the sun, to tell it to come wake our part of the world. Sometimes I have to cajole, push and even threaten it to do so. Sometimes it tells me that it is done with Earth and the little creations that want to control it. Today is such a day. 
It takes me almost an hour to find it, lurking behind a small collection of electric lights we humans seem to like so much. 
"We don’t want to", say the many creatures it falls apart in. Many mouths move, many eyes stare at me. "We are not necessary, look how bright they create their own light."
I sing its praises, tell how nothing can live without it. I tell about the cold ages and how humans love it enough to grow tumours and cancers in her worship. 
"We will leave. Your time is past, we decided."
I tell it that if it leaves, it will be slow and horrible agony for both sides. Will it be able to watch all life die slowly? Is it such a cruel creation? 
The creatures move together, form a blot that takes out all the light around it. “We will leave. Fast and soon and you underestimate us.”
I fall on my knees and try to remember human fears, human anger. Wasn’t I human? Is this even real? The familiar burn of sun touching pale skin tells me there are no lies, at least not for now. 
"Stop hunting us" it says in softer voices. "All things have to die."
"But not today?" I cling to the earth. "Honour us with light, just today?"
The creature’s size diminishes and light grows from corners and angles. With a soft sigh it disappears into the sky, leaving me behind. I brought down another day.

writeworld:

Writer’s Block

A picture says a thousand words. Write them.

It’s 4.40 in the morning and I cycle to work. I cycle to go find the sun, to tell it to come wake our part of the world. Sometimes I have to cajole, push and even threaten it to do so. Sometimes it tells me that it is done with Earth and the little creations that want to control it. Today is such a day. 

It takes me almost an hour to find it, lurking behind a small collection of electric lights we humans seem to like so much. 

"We don’t want to", say the many creatures it falls apart in. Many mouths move, many eyes stare at me. "We are not necessary, look how bright they create their own light."

I sing its praises, tell how nothing can live without it. I tell about the cold ages and how humans love it enough to grow tumours and cancers in her worship. 

"We will leave. Your time is past, we decided."

I tell it that if it leaves, it will be slow and horrible agony for both sides. Will it be able to watch all life die slowly? Is it such a cruel creation? 

The creatures move together, form a blot that takes out all the light around it. “We will leave. Fast and soon and you underestimate us.”

I fall on my knees and try to remember human fears, human anger. Wasn’t I human? Is this even real? The familiar burn of sun touching pale skin tells me there are no lies, at least not for now. 

"Stop hunting us" it says in softer voices. "All things have to die."

"But not today?" I cling to the earth. "Honour us with light, just today?"

The creature’s size diminishes and light grows from corners and angles. With a soft sigh it disappears into the sky, leaving me behind.
I brought down another day.