This cosplay is incredible…but I have no idea who it is! Please help!
Update: it’s Fang, from Final Fantasy XIII!
Dear Imaginary Friends,
I was going to make this a Dear Dragon but what I have to say is for you.
As I’m typing, I’m vibrating with anger. I’m going to structure this into three parts to avoid it devolving into a curse filled rant.
South of the border, or in Canada’s Pants, we’ve been seeing increasing acts of violence and hate. The Google Manifesto and the atrocious events in Virginia are only the newest in a long line of hateful, vile, putrescent evil. However they’re not new. Nor are they worse than what we’ve seen.
Two years ago just as many horrifying things were happening, but the political climate, news, and public were less informed. It was still happening, it was just as horrific, and it was just as open.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m extremely happy that these things are being noticed and people are speaking out about them, but they are not new. It might have gotten worse, but it’s not new.
Canadians: wipe that smug smile off your faces. We have all the same issues here as they do in the states. Just look into some of our CPC candidates and you’ll get the idea that maybe we aren’t as progressive as we think. We have as much hatred and racism here. Expect the white nationalists, nazis, white supremacists, anti-minority, and canadian values crowds to start protesting more and more openly.
Don’t believe me? Ask a minority or look up the debate on Bill C-16 that extended basic human rights to Transgender people.
Calling for the mass killing of an entire demographic of people is not Free Speech. It is Hate Speech. NO ONE has the right to spew hate.
Unfortunately, yelling and saying that one kind of person is better than another isn’t hate speech.
Free Speech means you can’t be prosecuted for your opinion. It controls what the government can and will do in response to what you say. It doesn’t protect you from your employer, friends, family, or media’s judgement. Eg; You can say nasty things about a subset of people in the comments of this post and the government won’t arrest you. I, however, can delete the comment or send it to your mother.
Your Rights and Freedoms should only extend to the point where they infringe on someone else’s health and safety.
This is for all those who agree with Trump, Kellie Leitch, and Pauline Marois; that some people are better than others.
Ignorance is not an excuse for hatred! Get the fuck over yourselves and start trying to understand how your problems are of your own making and all people are the same.
It is our responsibility to help our fellow humans and to stop hate when we see it.
Be better, act better, and stop others when they aren’t.
If you feel that your period is not your normal, it is recommended to see your doctor. You know your body best!
The colours you are most likely to see during your period are:
Bright red – this shows up for the longest amount of time during most people’s periods.
Dark red – this colour is associated with heavy days, first thing in the morning, and clots. This colour will only be seen at some points during the period, not the whole time. If this colour is the dominant one, get it checked out. Heavy periods might indicate anemia.
Brown or black – this colour is usually at the beginning or end of the period, and it’s just the old blood that has been oxidized the longest. If this colour is the dominant one, get it checked out.
Pink – this colour is mildly unusual. It might mean the flow is very light, that estrogen levels are low, an unbalanced diet, or that a high level of exercise is shortening the period. Not all of this is bad! However, if this colour is the dominant one, get it checked out.
Any other colour (in my research for this, blue, purple, orange, and grey have all been mentioned) should be seen by a doctor asap, as they indicate some health issues.
Any bleeding in between periods should be checked out asap as well, as that could indicate other health problems.
Trying to find good, sourced references on this topic was very difficult. I’d find an article that told me all about the colours of the blood, but then there’d be no references in the article, and I’d have to start all over again. Very frustrating!
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“How did you get here?” Sophia asked Dove while eying Hagrid suspiciously.
“Oh my! Philly, her accent is so cute.” She moved towards Phil and ran her hand through his hair. He, unlike the traitorous Emu, had the decency to look embarrassed. “I was in the ship with Princess Samantha when it crashed.”
“That was SpaceForce One?” Phil blanched as he said it.
“Yeah, but don’t worry sweetie.” She emphasised the last word with a soft slap on his cheek. Every move she made looked sexual and Sophia hated it; it made her feel clumsy and ugly. “Most of the crew got off before we crashed. We were on separate ships to escape. With royals dropping like flies, your sister didn’t want to risk both of us in the same shuttle. I’m now sixth in line you know.”
“Sixth?” Phil asked incredulously and Sophia saw his eyes darting from side to side calculating how many people must have died. “Oh wow.”
Grabbing him and pulling him into a hug, Dove cooed, “Oh. Poor you. It’s ok.” He was still sitting and she was standing next to him, but in this position she was only half a head taller than him. She started petting him and he seemed to get calmer every time she touched him.
Sophia didn’t like Dove. “You’ve been trapped on the planet this whole time?”
“Isn’t terrible? At least I had a lot of food and was able to film the whole thing.” Dove ran her nails gently over Phil’s back and moved away. She pouted and then gave a big smile before throwing her arms around Sophia. The moment the other woman touched her skin, Sophia felt tingles of pleasure. “Thank you so much for taking care of my little Philly.” Her breathy voice in Sophia’s ear made legs weak.
With great effort, Sophia stepped out of the hug and asked, “Great. So where can we drop you off?
“Actually…” Dove scrunched her face adorably and said, “I found the black box from the ship and watched it. It shows who tried to kill us and I need to bring it to Queen Samantha.”
“Who was it?” Sophia expected Phil to ask the same thing, but he seemed to enraptured by Dove.
“I don’t know. I didn’t recognize the ship but it had a serial number and if I can get the black box to Samantha, she’ll know what to do.”
“It’s on your ship. Isn’t it?”
Looking embarrassed Dove said, “Yes.”
“We’ll get it for you,” volunteered Phil.
For the first time during the conversation, Dove looked flustered, “Oh. Does it take two of you?”
Bouncing up, Phil said, “We’ll get it. You just wait here.”
Once again, they were outside in suits heading towards a crashed ship. Sophia was pretty sure this was a bad idea and she said so.
“Dove is a little flirty and likes to act incompetent but she’s an accomplished pilot and soldier.”
“Then why are we out here instead of her?” Sophia was tired of walking and just wanted to this over with and set up the gravity generator.
He opened his mouth to speak a few times, making a popping noise through the coms. Eventually he said, “It seemed like what she wanted.”
He looked confused and Sophia suddenly had a bad feeling. “Did you tell her about the Database?”
“Maybe,” he said sheepily.
She cursed, turned around, and ran back towards the ship. They didn’t go far before they saw the ship taking off.
Out of breath and confused, Phil asked, “She took our ship… Why did she take the ship?”
“Oh. I really don’t like her.”
“I don’t know, but we need to hurry if we’re going to get the ship, and my emu, back.”
Remembering the fighter ships that were left in the Imperial Battleship, Sophia started to run. She hoped and trusted that Phil would follow. If he didn’t, she’d have to waste time picking him up.
At the Imperial Battleship, it took her longer to find the fighter bay then she’d hoped. There were shuttles that were designed for longer travel but they weren’t as fast and they needed to get to their ship before Dove went to hyperspace.
The bay was in surprisingly good condition. She picked a ship that looked in good condition and activated it. The entrance flashed a message that said, “Access Denied.”
“Overwrite lockout, Prince Phillip access code Delta Pie Donut.” The ship took a second to think and then opened to let them in.
The ship was designed for a pilot and a gunner and was not spacious. Once inside they took off their suits and Sophia asked, “Can you fly this thing?”
Phil snorted and replied, “Hells no.”
Sighing, Sophia sat in the fighter’s cockpit and hoped it wasn’t a big difference from Phil’s ship. The main ship still had enough power to open the bay doors and they were gone. Sophia had a little trouble driving to start with and almost hit a mountain but she got the hang of it eventually.
Their sensors found Phil’s ship and they flew towards it. “Why hasn’t she gone to hyperspace yet?” Wondered Phil aloud.
“Maybe we’re just lucky?” suggested Sophia and she hailed the ship, “Hey jerkface! Give us back our ship and emu.” It was the only thing she could think of in the moment.
A few seconds passed and they were starting to catch up with the ship when they received a reply to their hail. There was no visual and no words, only a loud scream of pain and terror.
If you’re enjoying this year’s serial story why not check out those from past years?
Willow is studying the TARDIS. Is anyone surprised by this? Cosplay by Princess of the North Cosplay.
Dear Imaginary Friends,
For the past five years I’ve run a Television Draft / Pool. It’s like a football or hockey pool but with new television shows.
Points are awarded by how many episodes air and if it’s renewed. All points are tied to the category of the show.
|Categories||Points Per Episode Aired||Renewal Bonus|
|Traditional American (18-24 Episodes)||1||10|
|Mini-Series (6-14 Episodes)||2||10|
|Mid-Season Traditional (6-12 Episodes)||2||15|
|Unknown /Summer (4+ Episodes)||2||20|
There are enough shows this season that you could easily play 3-15 people. More if you let 2 people choose the same shows.
|A.P. Bio||NBC||Unknown||School Comedy||Unknown||Description|
|Alex, Inc.||ABC||Unknown||Office Sitcom||Unknown||Trailer|
|Alias Grace||CBC||2017-09-25||Historical Murder||Miniseries (6)||Trailer|
|Burden of Proof||CBC||2018-Winter||Legal Drama||Miniseries (10)||Description|
|By the Book||CBS||Midseason||Spiritual Drama||Midseason||Description|
|Caught||CBC||2018-Winter||Legal Drama||Miniseries (5)||Description|
|Crawford||CBC||2018-Winter||Family Sitcom||Miniseries (15)||Description|
|For the People||ABC||Unknown||Legal Drama||Unknown||Trailer|
|Frankie Drake Mysteries||CBC||Unknown||Period Detective||Miniseries (11)||Description|
|Good Girls||NBC||Midseason||Crime Drama||Midseason||Description|
|Kevin (Probably) Saves the World||ABC||2017-10-03||Fantasy Drama/Comedy||Traditional||Trailer|
|L.A. to Vegas||Fox||Midseason||Flight Sitcom||Midseason||Trailer|
|Law & Order True Crime: The Menendez Murders||NBC||2017-09-26||True Crime Drama||Miniseries||Trailer|
|Life Sentence||CW||Unknown||Comedy Drama||Unknown||Trailer|
|Little Dog||CBC||2018-Winter||Boxing Comedy||Miniseries (7)||Description|
|Me, Myself & I||CBS||2017-09-25||Comedy||Traditional||Trailer|
|Reverie||NBC||Unknown||SciFi Procedural||Miniseries (10)||Description|
|Rise||NBC||Unknown||School Drama||Miniseries (10)||Description|
|SEAL Team||CBS||2017-09-27||Military Drama||Traditional||Trailer|
|Splitting Up Together||ABC||Unknown||Family Sitcom||Unknown||Trailer|
|Star Trek: Discovery||CBS||2017-09-24||Science Fiction||Miniseries||Trailer|
|Ten Days in the Valley||ABC||2017-10-01||Thriller||Traditional||Trailer|
|The Brave||NBC||2017-09-25||Military Drama||Traditional||Trailer|
|The Crossing||ABC||Unknown||SciFi Thriller||Unknown||Trailer|
|The Details||CTV||Unknown||Detective Series||Miniseries (10)||Description|
|The Disappearancef||CTV||Unknown||Detective Series||Unknown||Description|
|The Gifted||Fox||2017-10-02||Superhero||Miniseries (10)||Trailer|
|The Good Doctor||ABC||2017-09-25||Medical Drama||Traditional||Trailer|
|The Indian Detective||CTV||Unknown||Procedural||Unknown||Trailer|
|The Mayor||ABC||2017-10-03||Political Sitcom||Traditional||Trailer|
|The Orville||Fox||2017-09-10||SciFi Comedy||Traditional||Trailer|
|The Resident||Fox||Unknown||Medical Drama||Unknown||Trailer|
|Unspeakable||CBC||2018-Winter||Historical Drama||Miniseries (8)||Description|
|Untitled Grey’s Anatomy Spinoff||ABC||Unknown||Firefighter Drama||Unknown||Description|
|Wisdom of the Crowd||CBS||2017-10-01||Procedural Drama||Traditional||Trailer|
|Young Sheldon||CBS||2017-09-25||Family Sitcom||Traditional||Trailer|
I was recently made aware of a private club in London that was organizing Harry Potter themed dinner events on Fridays and Saturdays in August and September. Apparently they were so popular that they sold out, so the club has added more to fill up the rest of 2017.
The club’s name is The Library, and they are located at 112 St. Martin’s Lane, Covent Garden in Central London.
You can read more about the event here, including an abbreviated menu.
Are you interested in travelling to England? You can contact me Jennifer Desmarais through AJ Travel. email@example.com
The trip to the crashed ship took them ten hours. It was the perfect time to get some sleep, so obviously Sophia spent most of the time reading the fanfiction of the Prince and watching his videos. Most were him talking to the camera and making witty or insightful comments. He was extremely charismatic and she found herself fantasising about him.
“Isn’t it ridiculous Hagrid? I’m sitting here watching him and obsessing about him and he’s sleeping on the other side of this wall.”
Hagrid made a snuffling sound and hid his head under his wing.
“You think love is ridiculous?” she said, but Hagrid didn’t reply. “I can’t be in love… I barely know him… Other than the hours of his show and thousands of stories about him.”
The computer interrupted her muttering to let them know that they were approaching planet Dowsett, where the crashed Imperial Battleship was supposed to be.
The planet was once a hub and destination place for writers of all sorts. Unfortunately, a civil war between a group that believed fiction wasn’t real literature and a group that believed non-fiction was boring caused the planet to become unlivable. Little Sister hadn’t explained why there was a crashed warship on the planet.
Prince Phil was already in a protective suit when she reached the airlock. It was the same airlock she’d hidden from a winter storm, so many years ago. Phil helped her suit up as the ship landed itself not far from the crash site on the back side of the ship.
She had already packed any tools she thought she might need, including a hover pallet that would carry the gravity generator from the crash.
Giving each other the thumbs up they activated the door and walked out onto a planet that could have been pulled from the original Star Trek; a bright, colourful desert. She half expected to see a Gorn hiding behind a large foam boulder.
She’d only seen an Imperial Battleship once, and it had been from a view screen. The full size of the ship impressed her. It was taller than most buildings she’d seen and so long that she couldn’t see one end.
The schematics of the ship told her she needed to get to the aft portion near the engines. It was a good thirty minute walk before she saw the entrance to the ship. At this point it filled her entire view.
The sun must have been hot but their suits were air-conditioned. The sun, however, was extremely bright and she was constantly trying to adjust the polarization of the helmet. It was almost like something was reflecting the sun back into her eyes.
Looking around, she saw that was exactly what was happening. There was a small point of light being reflected at them from not far away.
Activating her com, she said, “Someone else is down here,” and pointed towards the light.
“I’ll go check. You get the thing we need.”
They split up there and she headed into the crashed ship. It was in surprisingly good condition considering it had crashed. The same couldn’t be said for what was left of the crew; mostly bones and pieces of material. She was thankful for the suit. It gave her a comfortable barrier between herself and the dead.
Getting the gravity generator wasn’t easy and took her over three hours to take out of the ship carefully. As she was working, she wondered if Phil had found the person flashing them and who it could be. The coms in the suits were short range and she couldn’t contact him.
The battleship wasn’t salvageable without a lot more equipment and work but she was able to get part of the computer working. The ship’s internal diagnostics told her that some of the shuttles and fighters were still in the ship. She was tempted to go check them out, but decided to head back to their ship.
The walk back took a lot longer than the original thirty minutes. Even with the hover pallet, she had to go slowly and push the minivan sized gravity generator.
At the ship, she stowed the gravity generator in a hold, took off her helmet and pressed the internal com button. “Phil, are you back?”
“Sophia. We’re back and in the kitchen. Come join us.” He sounded relaxed and happy; more so than any other point since she’d met him.
When she walked into the kitchen, Phil was sitting at the table. On the table, with her legs dangling next to Phil, was a petite blonde. The woman was strikingly beautiful in a Hollywood type of way. The woman saw Sophia enter and smiled coyly before brushing one of Phil’s stray hairs behind his ear.
Blushing, Phil stood up, almost falling over the chair and said, “Sophia, this is Dove.” Of course it was. She should have realized right away that this was his ex-girlfriend. She’d read a lot about the woman, but she knew she couldn’t trust anything because the fan community had hated Dove and always made her the villain.
Jumping off the table and managing to make it look like a long fall, Dove walked over to Sophia and held out her hand. “Nice to meet you. Philly hasn’t stopped talking about you.”
“Um. Thanks. Nice to meet you.” Sophia wanted to ask all kinds of questions, but that’s when she noticed that Hagrid was quietly standing right next to Dove. When Sophia gave him a funny look, he bent his head down and nuzzled Dove.
“Ah, what a sweetie. I think he likes me.”
If you’re enjoying this year’s serial story why not check out those from past years?