“I have been drinking sweat and tears for too long, Oh, water, quench my thirst,
I am a wounded wolf,
My howling covers your surface with fog.
The sky is crying for me, and you – river, you feel sorry.”
— An excerpt from a performance of Qyrq Qyz (Uzbek, meaning ”Forty Girls”) retelling an ancient oral epic of Gulayim, a young female warrior from the steppes of Central Asia. After invaders killed her father, Gulayim led a group of forty young women to liberate their land, fighting to death rather than submitting, and established a rule of justice and compassion.
This you can even make with a cereal box, pop bottles, a craft or box cutter knife, and some duct tape. For those who are trying to beat the heat and don’t have an AC unit, or are trying to save money on their electricity bill.
To make your own, please follow the following steps for a window strip:
Materials: Cardboard (i used a cereal box), Duct tape (in the colour of your choice), pop bottles or water bottles (just the tops as you can see how they were cut), some cutting device to cut cardboard and/or tape, and a marker, or marking device of your choice that will mark onto cardboard
Step 1) Cut off your pop or water off at the widest point so it makes kind of a funnel shape
Step 2) you can make these bigger, but I made mine into a strip. Cut the cardboard into how big you want your panel or strip. Trace the base of your cap and mark the centre of where the lid goes with an X (thats where the opening will go. In the picture, I made mine just a bit wider than the pop bottle tops
Step 3) Cut the X where you marked it, and make it so it’s cut big enough to push the smallest part of your bottle through the X
Step 4) Secure all the spout parts with Duct tape (in the colour of your choice. Mine’s purple.) You do not have to do step 4, but it is advised so the pop bottle tops dont pop out of the openings you made.
Step 5) Place your strip or panel with the biggest part facing the screen or opening of your window, and have the smallest part facing the inside of the building.
The science: as the air blows into the wider part of the pop bottle cone, it compresses the air and cools it down as it goes through the smaller part, hence cooling the air around you without having to use any electricity to make this work.
“In the past, I was forced to take the lives of eight dear people. And so, to appease the souls of those eight people, I am working as a bodyguard until I’ve saved an equal number of lives.”
I wanted to write you something as a thank you, so I present: Fantastic Beasts Temeraire AU.
Or, Graves and a baby dragon. (Newt was supposed to make an appearance. I’m sorry he didn’t. Let’s assume he would have if I’d written some more, but I didn’t want to rewrite all of His Majesty’s Dragon.)
… If anyone is unfamiliar with Temeraire (which, what is wrong with you guys, go fix that at once, the series is by Naomi Novik and it is amazeballs), think: Napoleonic wars with dragons. Everyone got that squared away? Good. Here we go.
It’s time for another round of aus I would like to read but not necessarily write because my wip list is a nightmare that never ends: clone wars ds9 au.
And let’s be honest the main reason I want this is because the Jedi are obviously the Trill, and Hondo’s people are exceptionally long lived and he has known several of Kenobi’s previous hosts. He is, as he will loudly tell anyone within shouting distant, Kenobi’s best friend. He’s not exactly wrong.
(Obi-Wan had barely set foot onto the promenade before he was greeted with a booming “Kenobi!”
Hondo bustled out of his bar, grinning, arms held wide open.
“Hello, Hondo,” Obi-Wan said, resigned, as Hondo swept him into an embrace that lifted him off his feet.
“You’ve changed faces again, old friend,” Hondo set, setting Obi-Wan back onto his feet. “You’ve finally become a ginger. I like the beard. Very masculine. Oh, remembers Ilia’s lamentations over xir inability to grow one?”
“I’ve always liked a good beard,” Obi-Wan said.
He had long since given up on guessing how Hondo always knew it was him, even when he was in a new host. He half-suspected Hondo just shouted that greeting at every passing Trill in hopes of eventually getting it right.
“You wound me,” Hondo had said the one time Jrul Kenobi had voiced her theory, hand splayed over his heart. “I am wounded to my very core that you think our deep and abiding friendship means so little I would not recognize you.”
“You once mistook Jinn for me,” Kenobi pointed out dryly, although out of all of Kenobi’s hosts she was the one who found Hondo the most amusing.
Hondo waved one hand dismissively. “Bah. I was drunk and concussed. You cannot possibly blame me for that. And,” Hondo added as he topped up Kenobi’s glass with fine Vulcan whiskey, “you have a very particular way of carrying yourself. You cannot be mistaken for anyone but yourself.”
“Why, Hondo, that was very nearly poetic of you,” Kenobi said, and touched their glasses together.
“Tell me, my friend,” Hondo said, draping an arm around Obi-Wan’s shoulders, “now that you’ve finally grown the beard you’ve always wanted, have you put more thought towards my very lucrative business opportunity?”
“It’s piracy,” Obi-Wan said dryly, “and my answer is still no.”
Hondo shrugged, unbothered as always. “Perhaps your next host will have a better head for business.” He steered Obi-Wan towards his bar. “I hear you’ve got a little worm junior falling you around. You should bring him around sometime. It is a him, yes? There is so much I want to tell him.”
The Trill were not gifted with foresight, but Obi-Wan had a vivid vision of Anakin and Hondo meeting.
“That,” he said with feeling, “will never happen.”)
ooh ooh! what if the cardassians got it into their heads to clone an army of bioengineered bajoran soldiers for the sole purpose of using the clones to root out and kill bajoran resistance fighters. only it backfired spectacularly and a bunch of the cloned bajorans helped beat back the cardassians, only now the bajorans are arguing whether or not the clones count as people, and the cardassians are claiming the clones are property and should be returned to cardassia. Queue the arrival of the federation,
“Half a million pages have been digitised by the National Folklore Collection, of which more than 100,000 pages have now been transcribed by volunteers, revealing the fairy situation in every townland, the types of leprechaun and butter churn common to each area, the names of people who tried to steal gold and what happened to them, or who had relationships with mermaids. There is material on local cures, holy wells, strange animals, travelling folk and spirits.”
Since someone dug this post out of my backlog and people seem to be enjoying it– more of the Black Butler AU. @coffeesugarcream– you’d seemed interested?
There were moments when Graves forgot that he was more dead than alive, that his body had been welded back together at the cost of his soul. It was the point of the eyepatch, after all, to hide the mark left by his pact.
It was a gift from Theseus, actually. Fine Florentine leather, lined with velvet on the inside and so deftly sewn that it felt almost as natural as his own skin. Beautiful Theseus, who wouldn’t touch him anymore, who’d curled embarrassed and apologetic the last time they’d tried to go to bed, his body unwilling or unable to obey his desires.
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