darling boy, where are your teeth?

On the northwest Belgian coast, there is a little known tradition: shrimp fishing on horseback. The activity consists of what its name describes: fishing shrimp on a horse. In the 15th century, shrimp fishing on horseback was still practised on the North Sea coasts in France, the Netherlands and even the South of England. This activity represented an extra revenue needed for the household. Nowadays there is only one place in which it is still ongoing: Oostduinkerke, a sub-municipality of the municipality of Koksijde.

i think i found my new favorite artist on twitter

You once saw me with a flat tire and you kept on driving.

"Tom's relationship with Patricia is a funny one because I think they're a little bit codependent. She likes having this friend, who's the mayor, and she's by his side all the time. Matthew [Rhys] and I once talked about how, God forbid, he ever forgot Patricia's birthday, his life would be over. He couldn't go to work for weeks because he [would] know she's just waiting to be furious. For him, she's someone that he can rant to. She's all ears. She'll listen. Always." -Kate O’Flynn, Den of Geek

Your love is scheming, irritable, angry; a man forever itching to pull the strings of those around him. Coins spent here, a thread tugged there, lives cut short with but a look—your love wears Atropos’ mantle like his own birthright, his self-claimed destiny a shield against those with other plans. His eyes never rest, forever calculating even in the dark of night, with only fire to reflect his ideas.

Your love is terrified.

You see it plain as day, though the words never make it out into the tentative space between you and him. Fear stretches across his skin like spiderwebs, floats in the air around him like ash. He paints it red, calls it justified fury, wields it like a knife—but your love is afraid.

He shakes with it, wine spilling past his lips like blood—like he’d finally bitten off his brother’s head only to find it as full of poison as the viper lurking in his brother’s home. For once, no plans rest in wide eyes, narrowly escaped death carving deep enough to show bone.

Your love snarls like a caged beast, like his beloved ghost lion rattling the bars somewhere below, mouth bloodied and eager for more. When he turns to face you, his teeth seem sharper in the firelight.

You abandon warm silk for cold marble floors, dig out his reasons from between growled threats and despair. Your hand reaches over the snapping fangs of his mood, soft and gentle when it finds his throat.

Your heart rests on your tongue. All you can think of is the frantic beat of a bird’s wings, never fast enough to escape your love’s bow, forever doomed to try still.

Your love is a schemer, a smith of usurpation and bloodied paths. His fires of ambition sputter between your hands. With a bird-wing heart and your own ambitious words, you make yourself a spark for his flame.

Your love kisses you gentler than ever before. His lips curve in a smile you can’t help but replicate, relief and hope filling up your lungs like ocean air.

She literally went “debate me! Debate me!” Over and over like the grifter she is and when she couldn’t get what she wanted and when “no” wasn’t enough she resorted to retaliatory sex-pestery, posting an image of somebody’s body with intention to shame and embarrass and spawn more waspish tittering from her internet followers.

(1) A person (A) commits an offence if—

(a) A intentionally shares a photograph or film which shows, or appears to show, another person (B) in an intimate state, (b) B does not consent to the sharing of the photograph or film, and (c) A does not reasonably believe that B consents.

(2) A person (A) commits an offence if—

You want to study abroad? Show us proof that there is a quadrillion dollars in your bank account. Oh, an average monthly salary in your country is $400 and you plan to work when you arrive? You can't do that, silly, a student visa only allows you to work 2 hours every third Wednesday, and if we find out that you're working a second more we will deport you.

You want to work abroad? Better be a programmer, then of course you are welcome. Doctor, scientist, white-collar or, god forbid, blue-collar worker? You can fuck right off, your visa application goes straght into trash.

You will have to prove that you can afford a guest, have some income and also usually take responsibility for possible deportation cost.

But if you really are inviting a friend over, they will give you a formal document you can send to your friend. Then the friend applies for a visa while attaching the Very Official document with it. They will get the Schengen visa and most probably will get it expedited too.