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pushpinsheep · 3 years

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Hopefully this puts things in greater perspective because some tourists just don’t get it and need to hear this. For those who are curious and looking to travel in the future I hope you find this is informative! :) We could all use more perspective on linguistics and traveling imho. I have made some of these mistakes in the past too. We can all learn to be better guests/tourists. This mindset people have that not only is it okay for tourists to exploit and mistreat local populations, but it’s something that should be encouraged is wrong. You’re not entitled to anything special as a tourist just because you have enough money to play around somewhere “exotic” for a few weeks. Regardless of where people travel to. As a guest in someone else’s home you should put more effort into not being a total asshat. You will have a better time and you might learn something cool along the way. I will mostly be using France as an example since I live here and have more insight, but everything I say applies outside of France as well. Note: This information only applies to tourists. Immigrants and refugees are a unique situation and thus face different challenges and have different needs. A tourist chooses where to go and has time (and money) to plan for their trip, which is often only a few weeks or days. Immigrants and refugees often don’t have that same luxury and remain in the country for far longer. (in many cases permanently) Moving to a country places a greater linguistic and cultural demand on an individual. Remember to check your privilege. tourism =/= immigration/asylum. A) English is not the only language in existence. It might be a widely spoken language, but it’s not the most widely spoken language (that honor goes to Chinese) nor is it the only lingua franca. Chinese, Hindu, Spanish, French, and Arabic are all widely spoken across multiple borders and where you are on the planet will obviously dictate which one of these people go with. If you expect that to be English because your sphere of the internet happens to put you in that bubble of “my language or bust” ignorance then like... that’s on you pal. Get with the times and stop assuming everyone should just speak English. English speakers are not the only tourists and English, though widely used, is not the only other language a person might need. I have a friend from Laos who speaks absolutely no English. He doesn’t need it and never has. (even now) He speaks Lao (the regional dialects can be as different as Thai is from Laotian btw), Chinese, a bit of Thai, and French because they still use a lot of French for business dealings there. (something I didn’t know ngl) Assuming he should just speak English because “everyone else does” is ignorant. It’s rude. It puts no thought into his situation. It’s entitled. He’s traveled to visit friends in England and he has an English phrase book. He doesn’t need a lot of English so like... the phrase book is absolutely perfect. Most of what he does in England is sight see and speak Chinese with his friends. Be more like my friend from Laos. B) Official languages may not be the only language a country speaks within its borders. Regional and native languages exist and expecting the locals to speak a 3rd language on top of all that is unbelievably entitled. France has a number of them. There are people who are born and raised in France who don’t speak French in their day to day life. (or at all) Basque, Breton, Occitan, Alsatian, Yiddish, Ladino, Arabic and a number of others are all spoken within French borders. Many are at risk of being permanently lost (that’s why our new regional language law is important btw) and as a result a greater emphasis is placed on preserving them as opposed to learning something new. Most people have to learn the official language as it’s the only language a lot of countries will accept for paperwork, but anything else is up to the individual and you can suck an egg if you don’t like that. (this also applies to immigrants and refugees btw) Heck there are places in the US where people don’t even speak English day to day! Some places actually speak French or Spanish. I heard more Spanish in my day to day life than I did English where I grew up in NC! (moved to Florida and Spanish exploded. loved it!) C) Borders are a thing. People working and living across borders exist and English is often not the language they chose to go with as a result. France borders Germany, Spain, Italy, Belgium, England, and Switzerland. People who share these borders often choose to go with these languages. English is in there, but please note it’s not the only one. D) Culturally speaking a country may not like [insert common language here] and as a result may refuse to speak it. That’s entirely their choice. If you don’t like that then don’t visit the country. It’s really that easy. Colonialism is often a major factor at play in these situations. Respect that choice. You do not get a say in how people reclaim their identity. As for France? This might come as a shock to some people, but France doesn’t like England. I’m 100% certain these two places exist solely to punch each other in the nuts. (ball tap. an international past time) As a result getting English people to speak French or French people to speak English is about as easy as pulling your own teeth. I’ve been spit on for speaking English because people here just assume I’m from England or they hate “annoying Americans” and after seeing how y’all responded to the last post I made... yeah I totally get it now. Granted, that’s no excuse for someone being hostile, but it is something to keep in mind when you visit and applies to more than just France too. E) Retail workers and small shop owners don’t owe you shit. You have absolutely no right waltzing into a shop and demanding the staff speak your language (I don’t care how common it is) for the two weeks you’ve decided to play around in their home. Always ask them first. If they can’t or choose not to then tough luck. This is why a phrase book is important!

Retail workers and small shop owners get treated like shit enough. Some of y’all have never worked retail a day in your life and WOW does it show. Please respect retail workers and small shop owners. You don’t know what their day or life has been like. If they’re tired and don’t want to speak to you in a foreign language then that’s their right. I have had no issues using my phone or a phrase book to help communicate concepts when there is a language barrier. (and I fucking live in France. I’m not even visiting) Emergencies also happen and a phrase book or medical card in the native and/or official language is absolutely essential! Even if you just have an allergy to something! This is a great way to stay safe! When you visit another country being aware of and researching cultural differences includes linguistic differences. Tourists are guests. You don’t live here, you don’t get a say. Remember, learning a second language (esp if you don’t use it often) is really hard. If you’re visiting a country do not expect them to just use whatever language you speak. Mind you a phrase book is also important because people within a country may not have a strong grasp on English even if they do speak it. You can very easily get lost or injured without a phrase book to help you. These things allow you to better experience a country and communicate without actually having to learn the entire language... or any of it. And, once again, they exist for free online! You do not need to learn an entire language to visit somewhere, but you need to be prepared for there to be a barrier. People assuming I mean you need to learn a whole language are uh... really something else. Like do you guys think half the people bending over backwards to communicate with you know the full language? Go ahead. Fuck around and find out. ;) Obviously I’m not saying you should be treated poorly when visiting if you don’t know the language. Unfortunately no matter how much effort you put in there will always be someone who’s a jerk and I’m sorry for that. All I’m saying is as a tourist you owe it to yourself and others to be better prepared. Trust me. You’ll have a better time in the end. (and if you did the research you’d find that Paris is not the best first place to visit... even if you’re french lol) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GS64ZT4eWUA Please watch this guy’s video. It is hilarious and touches on a lot of the same points I just made. Thank you for your time. :) ---------------- Cultural tidbit for those who are curious about where I live in France: I live in Alsace currently! (moved from Lyon, but my spouse is from here) In Alsace you might meet people who speak English, but it’s also entirely likely you won’t! Alsace is also a very tourist heavy area because it looks like a German fairy tale and has a lot of tiny villages with cool stuff to do! I highly recommend visiting here over Paris! We have so many storks! (clackclackclack)

Our logo is a pretzel!

That being said, Alsace has its own regional language!

It’s not uncommon to see bilingual signage or to pass someone on the street and hear them speaking Alsatian. You’ll usually hear it from older people, children, or those from rural areas. It’s really fun to listen to and absolutely wild to see written on museum signs! Kids here will start school learning French, regardless of what they speak at home, which has resulted in a downswing of Alsatian speakers in recent years. That’s why the new regional language law I mentioned waaaaaay above is so important. It’ll allow schools to teach most of the day in Alsatian instead of French with the goal being fully bilingual adults! :) As of right now, most kids here choose German or English (depending on the school) as their second language. Some kids pick Alsatian and honestly? Good for them! I’m glad!

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zuffer-weird-girl · 4 years

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I know is still early as hell. But when mother's day come around, hopefully, my country will be out of quarentine. And I will be super busy.

So. I noticed that you all like a Chisaki who begrudily shows his emotions. So why not?

Btw, the character might be a bit OOc on this one. Sorry about that and stay safe.

Mother's day...

His chest was enveloped by that tightness and bitter sweet sensation as he watched the outdoors, propagandas, and the worst, kids and other people celebrating on the fucking street with the person who brought them to this disgusting word.

Some had the luxury of having good parents right when born. Those spoiled bastards like the heroes surely didn't know what torture people had been through, more specifically the ones who didn't belonged to that word, the ones abandoned on the darkness... which hero would come to there anyway?

Heck, even in the fucking yakusa some had their parents who didn't treated them like shit.

To say the least. Father and Mother's day... wasn't a very found date of his.

He just had this eyes full of pure pain and not so great nostalgia. Memories of his past coming back like some type of torturous flash... the beating, the yelling... everything.

Pops did his best through the years to make some change of it. But with no success.

He walked past the door of his home, shoulders feeling like he was carrying the world on his back and head throbbing with a headache.

"You're back Kai!" A soft voice brought him back to reality as he merely gave a blank loook at his girlfriend, walling towards him with that smile.

He only nodded at her, not noticing her eyebrows furrowing in worry bit brushing it off as his usual attitude.

"I.. I'm going to go visit my mother for a bit." His heart seemed to sand at that, but his face didn't even twitched "If you want, you can come-"

"No." Simple and short was his answer, no harshness or annoyance on his tone, only... empytiness, lifting his gloved hand up and lowering after it with a sigh "Have a good day, careful when you come back...will you?" He said in a broken and flat tone as he walked past you.

Your worry only grew at seing that he didn't entered his office like usual, but the bedrock instead... you knew what this was all about, yet you couldn't stop over worrying about him..

You sighed as your phone buzzed, your mother worried why you were taking so long as you got out of the house with other plans in your head besides seing your mom...

His back rested on the mattress as his hollow gaze was directed at the windows and balcony of his room. Memories haunting him like some type of ghost or even demon that wouldn't just leave him alone.

The disgust on her face every fucking time she would look at him, him being beaten up by his biological father as she looked at her reports or clothes while he cried for her to help him.... after the incident of his father's death, her gaze towards him was absolutely the worst, not only she had that disgust, but at that time it was fear.

Like she was looking at the Devil itself at that time.

Did it cost so much to have one look of her with... care? Heck, no one asked to be born, especially him that by five or eight years of his life the only thing he wanted to was to dissapear.

He took a shuddering breath at remembering those nights where he manage to read books that weren't related about medical advances neither case of diseases... one kid's book he found on the street once and cleaned, it was childish and boring compared to the ones he had read, but he remember how it described the love of a mother towards her child.

He wanted that... was it so difficult? Was it so difficult for her to even spare at glance at him like the book itself described it? Was he so broken and disgusting that he wasn't deserved of a mother's genuine love?

Was it so difficult for her to treat him like her son? He remembered one time where at the age of six, he saw a kid on the hospital crying on their mother for just receiving a injection, seeking comfort on her... and when he came to touch the white overcoat of his own mother to catch her attention, the scowl she gave was enough for him to retreat back and stay on his corner.

He forgot how in his childhood days, he just wanted to know and feel like how it was being loved and what that word meant... he saw many parents hugging their childs and praising them, why he couldn't have that...?

Was something that bad for him to be born?

He stopped his train of thought when the door of his bedroom clicked. For a moment, he could care less at anyone who saw him that way, casual clothes as he had this broken look on his face, he could just order them to get out... but when he saw you with a bad on your hand, his body stiffen immediately.

"What are you doing in here?" I thought you were-" he started with a irritated tone of voice, praying that you didn't noticed his moment of weakness.

"I was. But I told her I would compensate on another day spending with her. I told my mom it was kinda of an 'emergency'." You smiled as you settled the tiny bug on the nightstand and frowned slightly at his his eyes, pink instead of the color white in them, but being the stubborn man he is, even with no one around, he refused to spare a single tear.

He sighed, eyes closing as he layed his head in the matress as he pointed with his palm while his free other glived hand pinched his covered nose.

"What is even this?"

You unwrapped it. One fo Kai's favorite pantries with a bit of berries on it. His sweet tooth was something so endearing for you that it made you smile purely only at him.

"I thought a little picked me up would do you some good." You cooed as he slowly opened one of his eyes and looked at what you brought. Immediately sighing, but still reaching for it.

"This will dirty the bedroom and you are the one cleaning after wards." He mumbled as he stared at the sweet on hjs hand enveloped by a napkin.

"Definitely. But will you complain about that 'I missed a spot' or something later, surely." Yoj let out a giggle but immediate stopped when you saw that you got no reaction of his. Only that he placed the sweet back on the box and returned it to the nightstand.

Ok. Serious. This shit was serious.

You sighed and walked around the bed to sit besides him, back resting on the mattress the same as him, watching him carefully.

Neber on your life you would think that you were gonna be so close yet so far from Chisaki. You were literally touching shoulders legs and shoulders with, and he didn't even scoffed or complain it about it! Yet, his mind was so stuck on whatever bad memory of his right now, that it made quite difficult to reach out for him.

Yet, you were persistent. Going for something that you knew that if anyone did that with him, they would be dead on the spot.

But not only were you brave, you knew he cared and allowed you to do it.

You sighed in hope, reaching out a gentle hand to cup his covered cheek and carresed gently. Earning only a look as if he was questioning you.

But before he could mutter one word, you slid your fingers to his ear and slowly took off his black mask, lips on that strict and straight line as his eyebrows furrowed at your actions, but he did nothing to stop you.

You holded his face gently before touching your lips in both of his cheeks and after his lips... he did nothing to stop you still.

Then you pushed his head to rest on your chest where your heart bumps could echo on his ears. His body once stiff relaxed a bit when he heard that sound which helped him to sleep.

Gentle fingers started to scratch carefully and caress his dark brow looks. The amount of love on your actions almost overwhelmed him if it wasn't for his hollow and numb estate of mind.

The voice of his mother echoed on his head along with your heart beat his jaw tighten as his arms came hesitantly to wrap around your waist.

"I'm sorry. I know you don't like this day, not even a bit." You whispered on his hair as you felt him blinking on your skin "But you wanna know something?... I have one, one only reason to thank that woman..." he arched his eyebrow at that, lifting himself from your chest to look down at you like you had grow not only a second, but a third head along.

Ever since he admitted, opened himself to talk about his past for you, your rage towards those two was almost, if not equal, to his own.

You touched forehead with him as you interlocked your fingers with his. Doing your best to put ever live you had towards this man in every word.

"I only have to thank her despicable existence, for making and bringing you on this world... my knight in shinning armor, my yakusa's boss." You sighed dreamily and pecked his lips once again "My devil."

When you opened your eyes the last thing you were expecting to see was his eyes tightly closed as his shoulders trembled.

You cooed an apology immediately, desperately in making up to him but he just let his face fall to your shoulder as he let out a muffled sob.

"Dammit (Y/n)..!" He whispered as he tried to control his breathing and how his heart was hammering against his chest, your fingers on his back, lips on his temple and sweet words only overwhelmed him in a way he hated, despise it to be.

A moment where all the walls he had built on his years of life complete fell...

You must have notice how he was still trying to hold back by the way you embraced him, whispering things that he swear was the reason for his break down.

"I love you, Chisaki Kai. And I always will... hou already protect me, so let me do the same?"

His face fell from your shoulders to your thighs and stomach, burring himself on them as he gripped in your waist like a life saver as he let out all the tears he needed to shed in his silent crying with only a few sobs here and there.

All the love he didn't know he needed and secretly craved ever since childhood, he was receiving right now as a young adult from his partner... how was that even possible? Him? Receiving such a divine thing from such a beautiful and sweet person like youserlf?

He didn't know for ling he cried in your stomach, opting to bury his face on it to hide his shame of acting like he was a weak midget again... savoring like a starved man at your sweet touches and whispers of love confessions and praises.

Who needed the love love of a project of a mother when he had such a beautiful angel like yourself to care for him?

He didn't count how long he stayed there, but he did remener that it wasn't nighttime when you had come back and entered you guys room.

He sighed shakily as his grip lessen only for a bit, getting half or one inch away from you so he could take a deep breath and come back again.

"She really didn't know what she lost." You suddenly said while carresing his dark brow hair as his embrace tighten "You just are the incarnation of perfection, dammit, how blind and dumb were they?"

He tsked and scoffed in your skin.

"Dramatic..." he spoke with a sore voice, gruffly and hoarse as he heard your giggles.

"I speak only the truth here!"

He slowly got up and locked his arms around your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder and burried his face in your hair. His mysophobia completely forgotten as he enjoyed the love and care from someone that knew him, respect him.... loved him.

"Aw?" You cooed as you hugged his neck "Someone is in the cuddling mood?" He only scoffed and burried his face on your neck even more "I thought cuddling was, what the words you said again?" You stopped hugging his neck to mockingly poke your chin "Ah! 'Useless and disgusting-"

"Dammit woman, just hug me for once." He growled as he tighten his arms in your waist. His words making your heart melt, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside as your arms returned to his neck.

"I love you." You cooed, nuzzling your face on his own shoulder while he squeezed you tight as his response.

Some time passed with both of you locked in the arms of each other, the two of you agreeing to at least lay down until you remembered that you were still on casual clothes not sleeping ones.

Although when you tried to move he only grunted and tighten his embrace over you, face resting on the top of your head.

"Kai I have to change."

"... just five minutes and you go." He whispered lowly in the top of your head, sending shivers even to the tips of your toes.

You forgotten thhat once Kai was in this mood he bargained and refused to let you go. And him being almost in the verge of sleep no less? You were stuck. Amd you couldn't be more happy with that.

At least you brought peace to him on a day where his last came to haunt him.

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blarhiv · 4 years

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What are some of your favorite animes? (Not kdrama) and dramas?

Waah,favorite anime! I love almost everythig haha, but here are some of animes that are dear to my heart (not in a specific order):

- Gunslinger girl

So melancholic and tragic work.This story will not leave you indifferent and will leave a deep mark on the soul that will not pass over the years.

- Onihei This is one of my favorite anime. Edo era.Samurai era. Different stories in every episode,like notes from daily of one person from this era, but every episode is full of real emotions,its own morality. Daily life, detective component, social drama, the concept of honor and duty, surrender, justice and simple human kindness. We are all beautiful beings born out of a dream. In this cycle of life. Onihei is truly masterpiece.

-Ikoku Meiro no Croisee

Story about little Japanese girl in France,19th century.There are definitely special charm and atmosphere. Very-very kind and sad work. Absolutely amazing music. My heart still hurts because mangaka didn’t finish this work.

- Gundam:Tekketsu no Orphans A lot of tears and struggles, your heart will broke into million pieces. But it's worth it. ( I still can't with story of Shino and Yamagi).

- Gintama This is unique thing.Jokes,laugh, tears,happiness,sadness,SOUL. Must watch.

-Acca 13-ku Kansatsu-ka Unique and original anime of its kind. An excellent combination of style, good music, coziness, unusual characters and political intrigue.

-One Piece

There was never a day that I regretted wathing this anime,and it will never come. Huge universe,exciting adventure,hert-throbbing stories.

- Hellsing OVA TV series is classic, but original plot in OVAs is everythyng.

- Kino no tabi(2017) Incredible atmosphere of travels, really cool main heroine, nice picture and music. Every country that our heroine is visiting maintains its own foundations, but if look a little deeper... it all applies to our life. Every city reflects humans sides in society. We are shown a different temperament of people, actions and their consequences, the important role ,I suppose, was played by the names at the end of each city or episode, it can be said as a highlight on the cake that “sums up” this part. This anime is deeper that you might think. I really want to watch original ver, but don’t have time for now..

-Natsume Yuujinchou

Soft,sad,warm,kind. My dear classic. OSTs from Natsume are one of my favourite.. They always take me to other dimenisions.

- Genroku Rakigo Shinjuu

Drama of life of people. Strong work.

- Dantalian no Shoka

Entourage, this era/century/, little bit of mystic, magical music, unobtrusive detective. Love it. So pity that there is no continuation.

- Grisaia no Kajitsu (and other seasons/ovas)

After 10-12 episodes I was empty. This is not just another harem.

-Yuuri on Ice!

Wah.. It was a crazy love. Literally. I even skippen lectire once to come home and watch live broadcast to watch new episode. [my house is two hours from uni lol]

-No.6

:((((((((((

-Kuroshitsuji

Words are superflous here^^

-Haikyuu

-Full Metal Panic

-Banana Fish

It’s so sad story :( Main characters reminded me of jikook because of their strong bond. Souls bond. It’s very strong and unshakable. Understanding without

-Boku no hero academia

-Richard Housekichou

Adorable!!!!!!!! Unusual theme, the strongest bond of the main heroes. WE NEED NEW SEASON BECAUSE EVENTS FROM NOVEL!!!! WE NEED TO SEE IT!!! AND EYES OF FUJOSHI WILL NEVER FOOL YOU! Khm. Opening is so good <3

- Kami sama no inai Nichiyoubi

-Sekai ichi Hatsukoi

Oh... this is my first yaoi anime.. At first I really couldn’t watch it, but at the end of first season...hahaah no one could stop me from walking by this path!

-Psycho-pass

1st season was legindary.

-Toradora

- Sakurako san no Ashimoto ni Shitai ga Umatteiru

- Zankyou no Terror

-Black Lagoon

JUICY!

-Bleach

-Shingeki no Kyojin

No long time ago I returned to this anime and wacthed 3rd season that I dropped. And I’m very glad that I did it. I don’t care what others say, but this is a masterpiece.

-Clannad

-Angel beats

-Charlotte

-Howl no ugoku shiro

My the most favorite movie forever and ever. Watched it countless times.

-Kimetsu no Yaiba

-Code Geass

-Yakusoku no Neverland

-Ookami to Koushinryou

-Bungou Stray Dogs

Weeell, interesting characters,plot,atmosphere, PERFECT JAZZ MUSIC,a little philosophy,beauticul picture... You will enjoy this story!

-Doukyusei

- Mob Psycho 100 Sometimes it may seem boring, but 2nd season hit me so hard. Very touching. Especially 8 episode!! ттттт

- Nurarihyon no Mago

-Nagi no Asukara

-Great Pretender

I feel like I need to stop because it seems I can continue this list forever lol

About dramas... I watch all BL. It would be very correct answer skjsksjksksks Literally... so I don’t have super recommendations here.. series “HIStory’ is good, but I hate History MODC, ending of this story. Where your eyes linger, I could love 2gether the series, but it was ridiculous..everything that happened after ep8-9. TharnType, Love by Chance, Dairy Tootsies, WryRu,Water Boyy, The boy next door[MY LOVEEEE],Because of you, The shipper[lol I really love this drama despite it seems like creators take us for clowns. btw im very very routing for WayKim ending. PLZ] etc etc etc...

Thank you if you read this madness till the end <3 love <3

#ask #anime

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geniedocroe · 4 years

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I don’t know if I already asked but could I maybe get a ship? I’m 5'9 with dark brown curly hair and hazel eyes! I’m pretty curvy (which makes me really insecure sometimes) and I’m wearing glasses. I’m a very loyal and kind friend always putting everyone else first! Around my friends I’m pretty loud and sarcastic but when you first meet me I’m really shy and awkward! I’m working on becoming a history and English teacher! I love baking and cooking!Thank you so much! 💛

as an s/o:

(i know i said i was taking a short break but that turned into hours of watching netflix so sorry abt that 😳)

sometimes i have to give the people what they want and with one quick sweep over your profile i see that you love chuck grant & same

nobody appreciates him & that makes me sad

you appreciate him more than anybody else could and we just have to stan

chuck met you and didn’t think twice about you when you walked away because you were so shy

the two of you could barely hold a conversation and it was so awkward

however, you just couldn’t stop thinking about him

you had mutual friends and you were constantly asking about him

was he in a relationship? did he talk about you?

your mutual friend just straight up told chuck that you were obsessed with him & wnatrd to go out on a date

you had never wanted to murder someone so bad

(you started to cry when chuck told you years later that that was why he asked you)

it’s safe to say that friend was now avoiding you

but you were shocked when chuck showed up at your door, asking you out

you timidly accepted and throughout the date he absolutely fell in love with you

he loved everything about you

it wasn’t long before the two of you made it official

soon the two of you were going on dates every friday (and that happened until the day the both of you passed on)

you always looked forward to friday’s

chuck was constantly at your house and asking friends about you (just like you had in the beginning)

so sometimes he’ll just show up at your house because he missed you & wanted a kiss

this meant he would stay with you for hours whilst you baked or cooked or just hung around

eventually you jokingly said “well why don’t you just move on in”

and he did. he was very serious about it too

he told you that he didn’t have to move anything around and that it was your house and it was all up to you

of course you being you, you told him that he could do whatever he wanted but he just wasn’t aloud to get rid of things without your permission

this argument went on for months so you got tired of all the boxes of chucks stuff laying around so you decided to put it all away all by yourself

chuck was so grateful for this because he was getting quite tired of the argument

one day chuck came home and saw you kneeling on the floor with tears in your eyes

he was so confused and worried

he knelt down beside you and saw that you had found out that he enlisted in the airborne

your heart broke & his heart broke as you ended up wailing and wailing and wailing

so chuck was off and you were left all alone

the two of you had worked out this plan that if you sent out a letter at a very specific time then one of you would receive that letter on a friday

it didn’t matter if it was a two weeks or a month. as long as it came on friday

that meant your dates could still happen throughout the war

one day you got a visit from a soldier that stated that chuck had a minor injury & you were free to go visit him

you thanked this soldier & once he was out of sight you immediately left the house

when you arrived at the hospital you nearly had a heart attack

MiNoR iNjUrY my ass

you’d spend hours at his bedside

you wouldn’t leave to sleep or eat or anything because he was all that mattered

when he was aware of this he told you to get lost & that he would ignore you if you didn’t go home & rest

eventually chuck got to come home but that didn’t stop the constant worrying or the tears

you always coddled him

he did not appreciate this very much but he let you do it because he loved you

as a bestfriend:

oh to be bestfriends with joe liebgott

chuck introduced the two of you at a reunion

joe hated you when he first met you

and you hated him

and you still hate him but now you’re bestfriends so what are you gonna do

the two of you spend hours arguing over the dumbest stuff & if that ain’t me and my bestie then idk what is

despite this the bond you have is unbreakable

someone will insult you when the two of you are having an argument and you can bet joe is going to try and throw hands

joe has also tried to throw hands with you but he’s tried to do that w everybody so don’t feel bad

you gave him a hard smack & that shut him up

he is ALWAYS teasing you

you return the teasing & just to be an ass you fake cry

he then feels really bad but tries to throw hands when you tell him you’re just kidding

joe basically begged you to bake when his first kid was born

(you’re a godparent btw)

you baked so many cookies & joe was very overwhelmed but he tried every batch because you insisted he had to

you cook for his birthdays and he is always telling you to calm it because damn this is enough food to feed a small country

if the two of you were shot at the same time then you’d be making sure joe was alright

even if you were bleeding at more & dying faster then you would still be checking on joe and freaking out abt him

he is your biggest fan and is always hyping you up

the two of you will walk down the street, arm in arm, just arguing

sometimes it’s scream arguments & chuck has to come in a tell you to stfu

even web gets annoyed by this sometimes

then ten minutes later you’ll be like curling each other’s hair or something

okay joe definitely paints his nails

and you were the very first person to do it for him

you now only paint his nails

he won’t do it & he won’t let web do it

he likes the way you do it

you need to start charging him

this ish don’t come free joe

#band of brothers #hbo war #easy company #charles grant #chuck grant #joesph liebgott #joe liebgott

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chilling-seavey · 4 years

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BTW do u have a scene of Daniel and Florence sending their kids off to uni and Daniel totally lost it and starts crying?? IDK WHY BUT I THINK I NEED THIS ~J

GIRL I need this too...you are a genius. Fresh off the press…just for you…here we go...

Clementine

Clementine was always a smart little girl and she loved to learn, meaning school was a breeze for her, making friends easily, becoming her teacher’s favourite student and the reason that her family needed a bigger fridge to show off her many shining grades. She was a powerful young woman and headed into high school with expectations for herself set high and hit them all and then some. Student Body President? You got Clementine. Captain of the Debate Team? Clementine is right there. The best tutor in the school? That’s our girl. And at graduation, you best bet that Clementine is walking across that stage in 4” heels before they even finish naming all of her awards she won, a proud smile on her face as she takes her diploma that even beats her parents’.

Soon she was eighteen and off to Queen’s University for law school, dead set on keeping her 4.0 GPA from high school and she could not have been anymore excited if she tried. Now Clementine may not have been Daniel’s biological daughter (although she didn’t know that…that’s a whole other story) but she always had a special place in his heart and she had him wrapped around her finger from the day she was born.

Florence and Daniel were trying their absolute best not to worry themselves sick through every step of Clementine’s college application and acceptance process, their eldest daughter determined to do it all herself. And she did. And soon they were moving her into her dorm room 3 hours from home.

Clementine was way more than ecstatic, the extroverted girl ready for this new chapter of her life. Her more introverted parents however, not so much. They watched from the doorway as she got herself settled in her room, already hanging up her whiteboard calendar on her wall and setting her agenda on her desk.

“You can go, you know?” she told them, glancing up at her parents who had been staring silently at her for a bit too long.

“Are you sure?” Florence asked softly, never having left her first born alone ever, especially not so far away from home.

“I’m sure. I need to go find the Student Services building to see what clubs they offer. I was thinking of debate team first.” Clementine beamed, skipping her way across her room to stand in front of her parents.

“We’re so proud of you, you know?” Daniel whispered.

“Thanks.” Clementine chuckled, holding out her arms for a hug. Florence hugged her daughter tightly for a moment before it was Daniel’s turn.

Florence loved Clementine more than anyone really, the child who made her a mother, who changed her life, who set her on a better path. But even she could see that Daniel’s relationship with Clementine was even more special and that was apparent from the first time he ever held her. Now, standing in the doorway of her brand new room away at her dream school, nearly being shooed out, Daniel clung onto his little girl a moment longer.

“Ok, dad.” Clementine chuckled, patting his back lightly to get him to let go.

“I’m sorry.” he whispered, stepping back a bit and set his hand on her cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you both too. I’m not leaving forever.” Clementine rolled her eyes teasingly at her parents. “I’ll call you okay? But I really need to run.”

Back in the car, one passenger short, the parents sat in silence, staring at the side of the residence building for a few long minutes. Florence’s mind was whirling and she was trying not to panic at all the terrible possibilities and accidents that could happen to a young girl away at school. Daniel was in a similar boat, gripping tightly onto the steering wheel of the shut off car, his teeth digging into his bottom lip. Wasn’t it just last year he was holding her in the hospital for the first time? Listening to her call him ‘dada’ for the first time? Watching her run off into the kindergarten classroom without a look back?

Daniel’s small sob took even himself by surprise and he hung his head and took a shaking breath, “Dammit.”

Florence wrapped her arm around his shoulders and leaned their heads together, her own tears welling in her eyes. Daniel dropped his hands from the steering wheel and tucked his arms around his wife the best he could in the car, missing his little girl already.

Penelope

Penelope was Clementine’s best friend and vise versa but the sisters were complete opposites. Only nineteen months apart, they had only known each other for their entire lives and even shared a room from kindergarten until college after their baby sister was born. Penelope was the introvert of the family, more than happy to watch from the sidelines rather than get in to play. She hated change and the idea of moving away to university terrified her. She was excited to be starting university at the same campus as her older sister, having her there to help her out being that bit of extra relief from the anxiety. That was until they pulled up to the old stone campus and reality started to set in.

It wasn’t as busy as it would be since they chose to move in early. Daniel and Florence knew that their second oldest would start to panic with such a quick turn around before classes as well as being thrown into meeting so many people all at once. With Penelope, early was always better. Time to breathe.

It didn’t seem to make any difference on her nerves as her family climbed out of the car once they parked outside the residence building but she stayed frozen in her seat, eyes glued to the old stone building towering in front of her. She slowly raised her hand to her mouth and bit anxiously at her fingernail. The car door opening startled her.

“What’s wrong, bug?” Daniel whispered, leaning down next to her as the other girls were unloading the car.

“I don’t want to do this.” Penelope breathed, her voice wavering. She glanced up at him with tears brimming in her blue eyes.

Daniel sighed, crouching down next to her, and pressed a hand to her cheek, “It’s what you’ve always talked about, Penny. You’re going to be the top CEO in the entire country before you know it.”

“But I can’t do that without you guys.” Penelope protested. “I-I just can’t.”

“Yes, you can. You’re going to absolutely kill it. And you won’t even be on your own…Clementine is going to be with you. You know she’ll be there to help you with whatever you need. And if you really need me on a weekend I can come down and take you for lunch, okay? We’re only a phone call away.”

Penelope nodded, sniffling quietly.

“Just take it one step at a time, bug. Everything’s going to be just fine.” Daniel whispered, leaning in to press a kiss to her head. He unbuckled her seatbelt for her and held out his hand for her to take.

She smiled softly and took his hand, following him around the car to the sidewalk where all the bags were piled. Once they checked in and found the room, Penelope looked down at the envelope in her hands that had her full name scrawled out in cursive handwriting along with her room number. She ripped it open and pulled out the key card, taking a small breath before swiping it in her door. The lock clicked and she pushed it open, stepping inside.

The room was tiny but comfortable with a double bed, a desk and a chair, and a full closet and set of drawers with a window that overlooked more of the residences and the sports field in the distance. Penelope sighed and turned around to rest against the window ledge.

“What do you think, bug?” Daniel asked, setting her suitcase in the corner.

“It’s not home.” she shrugged.

“If it was too nice, you’d never come back to us.” Florence joked. The eighteen-year-old cracked a small smile as she looked to the carpet, tucking her dark hair behind her ear.

“We know you’re going to plaster these boring white walls with pictures within two days. It’ll feel more comfortable soon.” Daniel added, bringing another few bags in from the hallway.

“Yeah.” Penelope sighed, sliding her backpack to the floor beside her desk.

“What else can we help you with?” Florence asked.

Daniel set his hands on his hips, “We can make your bed for you…or hang up your clothes…”

“I’m okay.” Penelope assured them. “I can do that.”

“You’re okay if we head out already?” Daniel asked quietly.

“Yeah.” She nodded tightly, keeping her eyes on the ground.

Florence and Daniel exchanged worried glances. Penelope’s nose scrunched up a little before she let out a soft sob, covering her face with her hands.

“Oh, bug, it’s okay.” Daniel sighed, wrapping his arms around her tightly. She tucked her arms around his waist and buried her face in his chest, trying to steady her panicked breaths as he ran his hand over her hair.

“Once you get into a routine, things will be easier.” Florence added gently. “And you’re going to do so well.”

“Make sure you talk to your sister, okay? Tell her if you need anything.” Daniel said.

Penelope nodded against his chest, mumbling an “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Back in the car, after Penelope had calmed down enough to let go of her tight grip on Daniel’s shirt, the parents and their youngest daughter sat back in the car. Silence fell again, Daniel’s silent tears having already started on the elevator ride back down. Florence just held his hand and bit back her own emotions for the sake of their fourteen-year-old in the backseat.

“Why was this one harder?” Daniel mumbled, more to himself than anyone, taking a shaking breath through his tears.

“Because this one refused to let go of you.” Florence chuckled sadly, running her thumb over his as she held his hand.

“Maybe we shouldn’t have pushed her. Maybe she isn’t ready for this yet.” Daniel argued.

“You want to keep her at home with no degree and no job and living in our guest room until she’s 45?”

Daniel’s bottom lip trembled, and he nodded through a strained, “Yeah.”

“Dani.” Florence chuckled, pulling him close to press a kiss to his cheek. “She’s going to be fine. She has Clementine. She’s not alone. And you know she’s going to be calling us every single night for at least the first week.”

“Excuse me,” the youngest called from the backseat, speaking loudly as she pulled off her headphones, “can we get lunch now before I starve to death back here?”

Lucy

Lucy was never introduced or even mentioned in the main novel, mostly because she was born after Florence and Daniel got married, sort of their goal of finally doing life the ‘right’ way. She was the most like Daniel, loving music from a young age, and was the only one of the three daughters who was patient and willing enough to sit through Daniel’s little music lessons that he tried to offer the other two when they were young. Lucy adored sitting with him at the piano when she was a toddler, leaning the cello by his instruction as a child, and soon falling into singing as a teenager. Almost every day after school during her high school years she would drop by the studio Daniel worked at (and nearly owned) and they would write and record songs or practice together.

It was the reason why Clementine and Penelope always called her his favourite. But Daniel didn’t have a favourite; he loved all his girls the exact same.

This time around, when Lucy was old enough to start to look into her post-secondary education, she was dead set on Musical Theatre and begged and begged and begged her parents to let her take a program that didn’t necessarily have a solid job promise by graduation.

On their yearly trip to Vancouver to stay with Daniel’s family over Christmas break, Lucy managed to grab a tour at the Canadian College of Performing Arts across the bay in Victoria, BC. With a little help from her Uncle Christian who willingly woke up at 4am so they could drive there and take the ferry and be back in time for supper. Christian’s guilty smile when he returned the way too excited seventeen-year-old to her parents was magazine worthy. But Lucy fell in love with the program and with BC, filling her room back home with pictures and memorabilia.

Daniel and Florence were way too hesitant to send their youngest all the way across the country for school and one of the only reasons they finally agreed was because the family was only a ferry ride away. So that year they made an extra trip to BC, just Lucy and her parents, to get her settled into her west coast life.

This time around, Daniel was way more excited, eagerly following Lucy around campus as she showed him all the music rooms she had seen on her tour. Florence followed fondly, watching her husband test (and tune) all the equipment and instruments as Lucy told them all about her program for the uncountable time.

Of course, it was soon time to leave to head for the airport. Lucy had all her things stacked up in her dorm room, the view of the distant Rocky Mountains viable through her window. She hugged her mother and then her father and they shared their goodbyes and ‘I love you’s before the parents were starting for the door. Daniel was stopped by a hand on his shirt, holding him back.

He turned to his youngest, Lucy’s blue eyes shimmering with tears, the first show of an emotion other than excitement all day, her grip tightening on the material of his shirt as if she refused to let him go, “Don’t leave me, daddy.” She wept suddenly, tears pouring down her cheeks.

The sudden outburst had Daniel and Florence shocked and they shared surprised glances before Daniel was taking her in his arms and kissing her head, petting her blonde hair softly as she cried into his chest.

“It’s okay, princess.” he whispered into her hair, holding her close. “This is going to be so good for you, I know it.”

“But you’re not a drive away anymore!” Lucy sobbed. “I want to go home with you!”

“I made this same distance move when I was your exact age. I had to go on the plane all by myself and move into my residence all by myself, and I turned out just fine, huh? You already have an advantage over me.”

“You’re braver than me!” Lucy protested.

“Oh, I doubt that.” Daniel scoffed, tilting her head up to look at him and he wiped the tears from her cheeks. “You have the determination and passion to put us all to shame.”

Lucy buried her face in his neck, arms secure around his shoulders.

“We can talk every night, okay? And the family is only a ferry ride away. You know Uncle Christian will pick you up in a heartbeat if you need him.”

“’Any ungodly hour of the morning…even if the ferry isn’t running; I’ll swim’.” Lucy chuckled through her tears, quoting her uncle.

“Exactly.” Daniel laughed. “God, Lucy Lu, I wish I could come to school here. This is such an amazing opportunity for you.”

“And you’ll pick up the phone if I call, right? Not like when we’re in the studio and you tell Mum you didn’t hear the phone but I watched you ignore her when she calls.”

“Uh…” Daniel looked over his shoulder to Florence’s unimpressed glare before looking back to his daughter, “No…I don’t…I would never do that to you.”

Lucy giggled at her statement that totally threw her father under the bus, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek, “Love you, dad.”

“I love you so much, my girl.”

The flight back to Toronto was hard, Daniel and Florence sitting hand in hand in their usual post-drop-off silence. Neither cried. Well, not until they got back to the apartment and turned on the lights to a completely empty home, all their children moved on. They ordered a pizza and sat on their bed overlooking the city, sharing their favourite stories and memories over glasses of champagne and messy yet happy tears. Daniel only thinking: When did we get so old?

#anything but mine #why dont we #daniel seavey #daniel seavey imagines

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fullmetalscullyy · 5 years

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If you're still taking requests (I love your one shots btw you're literally my fmab fanfic queen) could you maybe do a ling x lan fan fic? Where lan fan is upset/injured you choose and ling comforts her?

NJSKFNBJFDKZN i don’t deserve such titles oh my gOD THANK YOU BLESS YOU I’D DIE FOR YOU

just so you know

safkjsdjk i’ve never wrote this pair before but i’ve spitballed hcs about this situation between the two of them and it’s so angsty it’s a full course meal and something i’ve always wanted to explore so thank you for giving me the opportunity and push to do it!!! hope you enjoy!!

Lan Fanhad no time for trivial things such as this, but it still didn’t mean that ithurt to witness, hurt to think about. And of course, as the Emperor’s trustedbodyguard and shadow, she had to bethere. The clamour for the throne was wrought with threats and it only took oneperson to false a claim to get an audience with the Emperor only to make anattempt on his life.

Shewould never let that happen. Both she and Ling had bore witness to howbloodthirsty and cut-throat the other heirs were.

But she still found herself in herown quarters in the palace, almost hiding from her charge, leaving him alonewith only the palace guards to protect his life because she was so sick of everythinghappening around them.

Emperor Ling Yao was of age as heassumed the throne and so began his journey towards organising the ImperialHarem. It had been prolonged for a few years as he begun to patch up relationswith their neighbours as well as working on the trade agreement with Amestris.

It wasn’t something Emperor Lingcould hide from forever though.

Lan Fan closed her eyes, grippingthe edge of her bed in her plain and nearly empty living quarters tightly. Emotionthreatened to overwhelm her, but she held it at bay.

A daily task.

A knock on her door drew her outof her internal struggle. Not expecting a visitor, but expecting it to be oneof her colleagues, Lan Fan opened the door without schooling her features,revealing to the person on the other side of the door just how exhausted shewas after her long, taxing day.

She had spent it beside the throneas one woman from the different clans of Xing presented themselves to theEmperor.

Women who would bear his children,ensuring their clan’s fealty to the throne.

It was a miracle she had held ittogether for so long. However, her grandfather didn’t raise someone who wouldshirk duty due to personal reasons. She remained steadfast, as always, a shadowby her Emperor’s side.

What she didn’t expect – what finallydrew her emotions from deep within – was seeing the Emperor on the other sideof the door. He was out of his court clothing and was wearing his signature whitetrousers and yellow jacket from his younger years. It was humid tonight, the airin the palace thick as Lan Fan had walked back to her rooms, sweating under herblack clothing. Her cheeks would have blushed at his state of undress had shenot spent years taming her feelings into something they weren’t.

It had been four years since they’dreturned from Amestris and four long years of pretending she didn’t love theman who had ascended the throne and become the Emperor of Xing.

“Good evening, Lan Fan,” Linggreeted cheerily, inviting himself into the room. Of course, who was she torefuse the Emperor anything? “I missed you at dinner. Are you all right?”

“Of course, your majesty,” shebowed low, closing her eyes briefly to block out the ache in her chest.

“Please,” he begged, placing hishands on her shoulders, lifting her up gently. “There is never any need for that.You know that.”

“Of course, your majesty.” His jawset but he didn’t say anything further. Instead, he sat on her slightly rumpledbed covers, patting the space beside him to beckon her over.

“Please, join me. I wish todiscuss something with you.” Lan Fan nodded, not trusting her voice after lettingherself that tiny moment of weakness before he appeared. It had been unexpected,and Lan Fan had been unprepared, so didn’t have time to brace herself like shedid almost every morning to prepare her for the day.

Her duty was to the Emperor, firstand foremost. She would lay down her life to protect his – she already had whenshe cut off her arm. That was herjob.

Not to fall in love with the boyshe had grown up with.

“General Mustang just called tosay the trade route should be completed on their end by the end of the week,”Ling explained casually, completely oblivious to how inappropriate theircurrent situation was.

It was like they were childrenagain.

A longing stirred in her chest, disturbingthose feelings she had kept buried for four years.

“It’s been a long four years,” headded, a grin on his face. “But we finally did it!”

No, you did it.

“Congratulations are in order,your majesty.”

“Lan Fan,” Ling announced suddenly,his tone changed from being cordial to being hard and unimpressed. “Please dropthe formality. We both know we’re way past that point in our lives.”

He was right, to an extent. “Weare,” she agreed. “However, my duty is to the monarchy –”

“Lan Fan,” he interrupted sharply.“Stop.” His voice softened, shoulders slumping. “Please, stop. I don’t likethis anymore than you do.”

She knew exactly what he wastalking about. Lan Fan swallowed. Hard.

Ling looked tired. So very tired. Likethe last four years had suddenly caught up with him, and the current situationhe had to deal with regarding his heirs wasn’t as far away as they’d both hoped.Now that the trade union with Amestris was completed there was no way to put itoff any longer. The advisors to the crown demanded – unfairly – Ling’s answer,and he had to give his decision by the end of the month.

It wasn’t fair.

Lan Fan’s thoughts suddenly turnedto Edward Elric and how happy he’d seemed when revealing the news his firstborn was on the way just yesterday. How she wished she could have a taste of thathappiness and freedom, just for a second…

“We have a duty –” she began,voice strong as she forced that childish desire out of her mind.

“Enough with duty,” he growled, causing Lan Fan to pause. “It hurtsyou and I hate that.” Her heart leapt in her chest. Ling raked a hand over hishair, gripping the ponytail tightly behind his head in frustration beforeletting his hand fall to his side. “If I could change it, I would. You knowthat, right?”

Lan Fan didn’t reply. She couldn’t.

“I looked into it. I never agreedwith how hostile our country has become, how other clans are treated morefavourably than others because they have more to offer the crown. The thought ofchildren – my children – fighting eachother in order to take my place as I abdicate the throne makes me sick.” LanFan’s stomach tightened as she sat on her bed – in her own personal space – feelingfrightened and slightly nauseous, her back ramrod straight.

Of course. They would all be hischildren.

All fifty of them.

Lan Fan grit her teeth togethertightly.

“I’ve desperately looked into waysto make changes, but my advisors say that every change will be met with resistancebecause of how many clans there are in Xing.” Both elbows now rested on histhighs, his hands clasped together in front of him. He rubbed his face, hard,with his hands. “Can I admit something to you?”

“Of course. Anything, yourmajesty.”

“It makes me sick… The thought of…”He sighed heavily, burying his face in his hands. “All those women.” Lan Fan was shocked to see himshudder. “All those women and they’re not you.”

Lan Fan froze. Her body seized upand her breathing stopped.

“After all that happened inAmestris, with your arm, I… I realised a few things. While duty binds us both Iknow there must be more to this life. There hasto be, because I can’t live my life knowing that this is all that awaits me inthe future.” His sad eyes met hers, almost begging Lan Fan to say something,give her input, anything. “Not when Iwant so much more.”

Silence blanketed the room as thetwo stared at each other, two dominating forces refusing to back down.

Lan Fan felt those tears sting ather eyes again. She greeted them like she always did – like an old friend – andbegun her ritual of supressing them simply because she had to.

“I understand.” The Emperor sighedin disappointment. As he straightened Lan Fan gripped his hand tightly, givinghis fingers a squeeze. “I understand because I feel the same way.” Although hiseyes lit up there was still a hint of sadness to them.

Ling snorted softly, derisively. “Whateverit takes, right?”

Lan Fan squeezed his hand again. “Whateverit takes.”

Ling sighed, eyes closing brieflyas he composed himself. “One day, I swear to you, it won’t always be like this.I will make sure my reign counts for something, and if it’s ensuring I can’tand don’t hurt you anymore, then that’s all I want from it.” He cast his eyes downwards.“This country needs to change and improve, move with the times, and I am dedicatedto setting the spark that will get the ball rolling. However,” he added,bringing his eyes to meet hers once more. “Priorities change.”

Lan Fan smiled at him. The gesturewas sincere. She knew exactly what she was getting herself into when she dedicatedherself to this job, to this lifestyle. It had been chosen by her, and heralone. There was no coercion to speak of, no bribery. Her future waspredetermined as soon as she swore to protect Ling’s life with hers, her grandfatheras the witness. They had known each other since they were children, both raisedunder Fu’s watchful eye, so Lan Fan smiled because it was just like Ling to saysomething like that.

“That’s your heart talking, yourmajesty, not your head.”

“It has a lot to say,” he counteredwithout hesitation, causing that smile to reappear again.

It was a good thing she was thereto keep him straight and focus on what mattered the most.

“Your majesty, you have animportant meeting with the General and the Fuhrer tomorrow,” Lan Fan remindedhim. “You should rest.”

“Only if you promise me one thing.”His eyes flashed with determination.

“Anything, young lord,” she smiled,referring fondly back to his old title. It appeared to throw him, but once thesurprise disappeared there was a hint of amusement on his face.

“Of course,” he murmured. As if heeven had to ask. “I know it’s a lot to ask, but… Will you wait? For me?”

Lan Fan shook her head, internallyamused by his crestfallen face. “I won’t wait for you, your majesty. I will beby your side every step of the way.”

Ling blinked, a bright smilespreading across his face. He grasped her hand tightly, bringing it up to kissthe back of it. It was the first show of physical affection Ling had ever shownher, and to say Lan Fan was shocked would be an understatement.

“Of course, you will. I expectednothing less.”

#lingfan #lingfan fic #lingfan fanfic #ask #anon #fic request #writing prompts #emma writes

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smellycinnamonthundahfudge · 5 years

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Tagged by: @theslytherinterran haha thanks for this btw, i really like getting these things cus im just such a needy bish hahaha

Name/Alias: hahahahaha i dont think im ready to give out my real name on tumblr so i have this thing where like i kinda just wanna be called smells instead hahaha. yknow cus of my url? like yknow how mel is short for melody (pond hehe), i want to be called smells because it's short for smelly hahaha

plus i think it's hilarious to be called smells cus i actually am kinda gross irl hahaha

Birthday: Dec 20 🤟😘

Zodiac: Saggitarius... i think? is that even how you spell it? haha lol

Height: 5'5"?? tbh i aint rlly dat sure haha

Hobbies: bingewatching (tv shows, movies, yt vids), writing (fanfics, poems, analysis/posts/captions/thoughts), hanging out in tumblr haha, reading (once in a blue moon, i binge a couple fics on a list or a book that i kept on pause haha), and then lastly, hanging w/ meh doggos hehe 🥰😄🥰😊

Favourite Color: Pink (i wonder if that seems unexpected for me here or nah haha)

Favourite Books:

there's this author in my country, Bob Ong, i think he's pretty much the most mainstream author we have and i fucking love his books. i've only read 2 of them (so far) abnkkbsnplako?! and stainless longganisa but i fucking loved them. they are so relatable n honest n FUNNY n smart n truthful n emotionally resonant. they're basically memoirs n rando thoughts about school and writing. but i honestly really really loved them

Ugly Love by Colleen Hoover - whew holy shit this book was a doozy for me. one, she's like only the 2nd fem author i've read (i'm not much of a reader if i'm being honest, dont have the patience for it), it is such an emotional love story with great characters and it had me saying i love you to the loved ones in my life after reading it (but that may or may not have to do with the fact that i just have a lotta repressed emotions that this book, and sleep deprivation from binging it, managed to wring out of me haha). it's also pretty funny n quirky n cool n haha it's the first time i read a sex scene that wasn't on fanfic haha

A Series of Unfortunate Events by Lemony Snicket (aka Daniel Handler irl) - i. love. these. books. they are so freaking smart and funny and amusing and lemony snicket's voice is just so effing good. i havent read all of them tho. an unfortunate mistake that i still feel guiltyabout to this day haha lol

Last song listened to: when i first started answering this, it was Euphoria by uhh jung kook is it? tbh i only listened to it cus kat and ethan's romantic confession was literal goals haha. but then i listened to vacation by the gogos while writing this probs cus i was lssing to it after ffh haha

Last movie watched: i thought the last movie i watched was endgame too (every time i watch it is a memorable af experience) but i am just now remembering it's actually mamma mia hahaha. i've rewatched that film so many goddamned times already it literally just slipped my mind haha. and then after putting this on pause, i watched like 3 romcoms (10 things i hate about you, begin again, and half of flipped haha)

Inspiration for muse: hhmm well i think it usually happens when i read/watch something and then my mind fixates on how my ship could be applied to that as well haha dunno

Dream Job: comedian-writer-director haha

Meaning behind my URL: hahaha ngl i kinda feel like i've been waiting for someone to ask me this ever since i came up with it hahaha. like the explanation has just been sitting in the back of my mind for so long and now i can finally explain the quirky cute weird insanity that is my url haha.

each word is related to something significant from a fandom of mine

smelly is from smelly cat from friends, phoebe's infamous song haha

cinnamon is rajesh koothrapali's adorable lil dog (CINNAMON, MY LITTLE LAMB CHOP 😂😂🤣) from the big bang theory

thundah, i think, is from cat in the hat. where the cat has thing 1 and thing 2 and thing 2's nickname is chocolate thundah hahaha (overcompensating with the nicknames because of he's number 2 hahaha)

and lastly fudge is from how i met your mother because marshall erikson calls himself/is called big fudge and subsequently judge fudge hahahaha <3

and thus smellycinnamonthundahfudge was born. i have no idea what past me was thinking hahaha. i think i was trying to be all WEIRD AND QUIRKY YAY which i think i succeeded at haha cus i was finally going to join tumblr. i also have a hard on for references that i wonder if ppl will get or nah hahaha. plus i really like its flow, like you can say it really quickly despite it being long af hahaha

imma just tag familiar faces around here haha (yknow the gist, do wat u wanna do, im not forcin u or anythin)

@mytamakomysookee and @hello-em75 (the first pips i actually chatted with when i first got here hehe), @suplosers (the first one ever to tag me in something like this hehe) and then just a buncha pips i've seen around here somewhere... cant really place you, u guys just seem familiar enough haha lol @you-guys--are-losers @the-real-illi-vanilli @nicehandsfeet @justaleapoffaith @jennifer7585 @orntrnk @mllefangirl @dhallia @untitledandrandom @spiderman-homecomeme @kanakalala458 @xfandemoniumx @justanotherfangirlpassingthrough @justlookatthosesausages @bubbleuwu @timey-wimey-drew @ironchilddragon @walkingcherrysoul @sexylordpalpatine @ohthedreamsofeuphoria @mattsavocados @missjordie @across-the-pond

and finally @tare8chan even tho you've not just been tagged to this already (by the same person who tagged me for that matter), you managed to finish this before i tagged ya hahaha darn

this was so effing long and sharey i dunno maybe i was just bored or on a confident streak hahahaha lol

well i think the lesson here is that i'm a very intense person with a lot of feels. thanks to anyone who actually read this entire thing for some reason haha. i know my intensity can be really offputting sometimes but eh pips gon be hu pips gon be. dey cant help it

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m0rning-moon · 5 years

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~new mutuals~ tag

thank you for tagging me @rockmusics !!

how tall are you? 5′5 or 1,65 cm

what colour & style is your hair? medium/dark brown, straight/wavyish, down to about my chest! i always had super long hair but since i cut it i’m in love with it being a little less rapunzel-y

what colour are your eyes? brown!

do you wear glasses? i do, but sometimes i prefer contacts

do you wear braces? no, but i should lol my top teeth are perfect but my bottom teeth are a lil messy. i don’t wanna wear braces tho so i’m just like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

what is your fashion style? hmmm i guess lowkey vintage/minimalist is a good way to describe it??

full name? i’m not about to share my middle name but my first and last are julia castro

when were you born? may 29th, 1996

where are you from & where do you live now? rio, brazil

what school do you go to? i go to college for art/design and i have a diploma in photography

what kind of student are you? well i work really hard on all my assignments, but that causes me to become really stressed and stress sometimes hinders my progress soooooooo. i was the worst in high school tho i didn’t give a shit about anything lol

do you like school? i like college because i get to study only stuff i like, but i hated the SHIT out of school and i’m so fucking glad i’m done with it

what are your favourite subjects? well i’ve been out of high school for a few years now but back when i was still in it the only stuff i kind of cared about was history and anything to do with writing. i got to take art history for a year and it was the best subject i had in school!!

favourite tv shows? how to get away with murder, the older seasons of AHS, bbc sherlock (although it makes me fucKING MAD), oitnb i guess? and that’s all i can think of rn

favourite movies? forrest gump, call me by your name and brokeback mountain

favourite books? oof i haven’t read properly in so long :( i really liked lolita though, despite the fact that it’s seen as problematic. i like it for the writing, not necessarily the story. oh and also alice in wonderland

favourite past times? drawing and writing!

do you have any regrets? too many to count tbh lmao

dream job? artist

would you like to get married someday? yes!!!!

would like to have kids some day? yes

how many? at least 2, at most 4. not until i’m at least 30 though

do you like shopping? i loOooOve it omg. my mom is a total shopaholic and it rubbed off on me i guess

what countries have you visited? the US, england, france and chile

scariest nightmare you’ve ever had ? i think it was a weird freaky one i had after watching a horror movie once, where it had a lot of catholic symbolism (which btw i’m inexplicably terrified of) and blood

do you have any enemies? i mean do real people actually have enemies?? i have a handful of people i detest and who detest me but i wouldn’t call them enemies

do you have a significant other? yissss! i’ve been with my boyfriend for 6 years

do you believe in miracles? hmmMmMmmm deep ass question. can’t answer lol

tagging: @jlmmypage, @epsteinz, @andthemoondogs, @johnlennonofficial, @mullofkintyres and whoever else sees this and is bored!!! ♡

#tags #me

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fabien-euskadi · 5 years

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28 Questions Challenge

tagged by @thepurelands (thank you:)

Rules: Tag the person who tagged you, answer the questions, tag people

1. How tall are you?: 5 feet. Wait, was I supposed to mention the inches as well?

2. What color and style is your hair?: Dark brown, long(ish) and rather wild.

3. What color are your eyes?: Sad brown.

4. Do you wear glasses?: No

5. Do you wear braces?: No. And never did.

6. What is your fashion style?: A year ago, I decided to isolate myself from the world (especially, the humans). Being so, I moved to a farm on a valley, lost in a place so remote that a lot of people ask me if I even have electricity here. I did that to cure a severe depression and to reignite my writing sparkle... but, a year later, I am on the verge of suicide with zero lines written since I moved. I lost my contact with Humanity, I no longer see neither the good nor the bad side of human species. I am a shadow of what I used to be - I am a shadow of a being, I became a creature. Being so, I lost any fashion/style sense at all - but that is just until I get out of this horrible pit with wonderful views.

7. Full name: You will have to kill me to know that. But since none of you is a shooter, you'll have to call me Miguel, just Miguel.

8. When were you born?: This body was born a long time ago (before some of you did), but my soul may be even older - much, much older.

9. Where are you from and where do you live now? Actually, I was born in Lisbon and, after many unfortunate events, I ended up in a remote place in Upper Alentejo that few even know where it is - it's just a rural hamlet/place between Portugal and Spain. But soon, I shall be moving to some other place and I have no idea where I am going - and, somehow, that is strangely exciting. I hardly know where I am and I only know that I must go.

10. What school do you go to?: The FSHC of the Algarve University. Yes, college is in Faro and I live 350 km away from it.

11. What kind of student are you? One that is postponing all deadlines regarding his thesis, even if I have all the tools and the knowledge (and research) to do a good job. What is blocking me? Depression.

12. Do you like school? I liked some places where I studied and hated others. But I really like the Algarve University, I must admit. The same cannot be said about my previous college, ISCTE.

13. What are your favorite school subjects? Any subject can be either interesting or boring - basically, all depends on the teachers. During my masters course (in History and Heritage, btw), all seven subjects/lectures were truly amazing, fascinating, deeply challenging and that says a lot about my professors.

14. Favorite TV shows: What is a TV?

15. Favorite movies: If I had to choose just one, it would be "The Crow" - the original one, the one with Brandon Lee and with The Cure on the soundtrack.

16. Favorite books?: Again, if I have to choose just one, it has to be "Wuthering Heights", for being, basically, an epiphany for me.

17. Favorite pastime: I have no free time, to be honest. Being depressed means that I have a small amount of energy for all my tasks and that energy is clearly insufficient. Being so, when I am not just on my bed, agonizing, I am doing less stuff than I should and that means there is hardly any time left for hobbies. But even if I had time, depression would steal any pleasure I could have with them.

18. Do you have any regrets? I regret the last fifty years of my life (and I didn't live fifty years yet). I regret being born. And I may regret these two last sentences.

19. Dream job: Writer. Full stop.

20. Would you like to get married someday? Is there anyone insane to the point of marrying me? Even those who are addicted to pain, misery and suffering think that marrying me is beyond all the agony they can endure.

21. Would you like to have kids someday? That is something that requires the opinion of two people.

22: How many?: Again, that is something that requires the opinion of two people.

23: Do you like shopping? Hum... not really, although sometimes it can be therapeutic - when you go shopping, you try to please and improve yourself and, for someone with depression and a low self-esteem, that can be important. But since there is no mall around where I live…

24: What countries have you visited? Portugal and Spain do not count for this list and Morocco must be out of it as well, since I visited it when my mother was pregnant. Being so, I've been in France, Italy, United Kingdom, Germany, Netherlands, Luxembourg, Belgium, Malta, Bosnia and Herzegovina, Croatia, Cape Verde, Tunisia and my beloved Egypt.

25. What’s the scariest nightmare you’ve ever had? Someone invented a way of making the ones who already went to greener pastures come back for a while and I decided to use that machine to make my grandfather return for a while. For a week, I had my grandfather again, although it was a rather ill, vaguely percipient and weak version of him - but I remained by his side all the time, absorbing every second of those extra days with him that were given me by science. Once the miraculous week was over, I realized I had to feel the devastating pain of letting him go again... but I didn't want to, I wasn’t ready to lose my grandpa once again, after losing him in 2004. But there was someone who, wisely, convinced me that I should let my grandfather rest, for he really needed to go, to go forever: my father. By the time I had this dream, my father had already passed as well - so, there I was, surrounded by those who are just a memory in the world of the living. This may not be scary… but, by the gods, it was one of the most painful sensations I had in my life, since it triggered me all the feelings, all the despair, all the pain of loss.

26. Do you have any enemies? I am my own enemy. I am the one who is actively trying to find ways of killing myself and I fear I may end up being successful.

27. Do you have a s/o?: That's the typical question of that unpleasant old aunt, that is always trying to do her best to make you feel like crap. Mind your own business, Aunt Doris.

28. Do you believe in miracles? If I survive the next few years, it will be a miracle. But, hey, one of my nicknames is Jesus.

Now, I shall tag... whoever wants to answer this. You are reading this? Consider yourself tagged.

#asks #personal #I am a strange being

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kiriss-crisis · 6 years

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Just a POV on colorism from a Mixed Race woman

Warning: this is long so either read it all or don’t read it at all else you will get me wrong haha. Non-native english speaker btw.

First of all, I despise all type of replacement of a ethnic character by a person of a different ethnic group. All type. Unless it’s for a REALLY great actor/actress, because quality matters more than looks. I needed to start with that. Because I get upset when a black character becomes white (*cough* Lavande Brown *cough* (even though I can’t even remember if she is described in the book so yeah but she did go from black to white in the movies) and the excuse for that was lame). But same when Valkyrie went from a white blondie to a light-skinned black women, or is she mixed? I don’t even know. Both things don’t make any sense. Make great characters of each ethnic group and let them be played by talented actors they look like.

Now let’s get to business. What I don’t like about this new trend of making videos about colorism is that it has become a way of some women to dish other women. Is it teaching people or bashing? “She is not even that light” I read once and I was like “that’s very borderline”, as if that was supposed to be an insult. If you hate colorism, don’t use it against these people. Don’t give credit to their so called light-skin, dear, don’t sound like an idiot for that. But yeah, that’s the problem. I see more rage and hate instead of teaching and loving yourself, as cheesy as it sounds. I think this matter and how it is handled unfortunately doesn’t trigger the right reaction. Here is why:

I also heard that mixed race people don’t get bullied for being lighter. Well, read me please so you know. I took that to heart because people totally dismiss that it does exist. Small tiny example, everytime I go back to Guadeloupe, I’m called a “stuck up” or “arrogant” and other names just for walking with my cousins in a shopping mall. Why? Because as mixed girls, we have to be those stuck-ups-who-think-they-are-better-than-black-people. Yeah right. I live with my black mother, dark-skinned and I love her and respect her deeply because she cared more for me than anyone has, including my idiotic father. How could I even think of myself better than her just because I was born mixed? This is ridiculous! But I know some idiotic light-skinned and mixed girls do that... To me, they have no respect for their parents and who they partially are. Anyways. Back to my mother. I wanted to be like her. Not because she is black or something, because she is my mother, she is gorgeous, she is courageous and she is black too and because of who she is on top of that, she makes black so freaking beautiful. Black, as any other race, is beautiful when people of that skin color have a beautiful heart, a beautiful face yeah, a great style, a brilliant mind or talent. The color is just another thing they have, it’s not everything. There isn’t a race that needs to be less represented, there are people who set an example and who need to be on the spotlight for that. And those doing the wrong thing who shouldn’t be seen until they learn.

Now, something else. In the USA, mixed-race is still a pretty new concept because of the old and stupid one-drop rule. No matter how mixed you were, you were black. That was it. And that is the real problem. Another thing: as a mixed woman, I’ve been careful with saying I’m mixed. Because people wanted me to say I’m black. Yes, I’m not making this up, but whenever I said I was mixed, I had to be sorry and add that was “also” black to prove that was not rejection (it was being me, including all of my heritage). And that was from white and black people. But when black people wanted to reject me, I suddenly was white. That’s the struggle some mixed-race people go through sometimes. We all struggle with who we are and how we are perceived unfortunately.

NOW, yes. That doesn’t excuse the colorism we see everywhere. I just wanted to highlight that both sides go through some shit. Being mixed looks pretty in theaters and all but in everyday life, it can also be confusing. Because you spend your lifetime, after figuring it out, explaining that no, you’re not black, no, you’re not white, no, you’re not asian, no, you’re not indian etc. You’re not only one of those actually. And you have to be careful to be politically correct. But you are mixed, a blend. And that doesn’t mean you feel you can take advantage of that or feel superior. Heck no, if you are mixed and love your parents, you want to embrace all of it. But yeah, it’s fine beside that, just like it’s fine being black.

Also, it is stupid for some people to raise mixed-race folk above because, yes, I acknowledge it’s been done and it’s freaking ridiculous. And reductive. Some mixed-race people are stupid, ugly, awful, talentless and certainly don’t deserve to be said any different because they seem to be a new trend. I’m sick of these girls being like “I’m going to find a white/black man so I’ll have mixed kids” (yeah, used to hear that on a daily basis here). It’s not a game. It’s not fun. You’re talking about making a person, hello? I feel weird when people say “oh you’re mixed? That’s why you’re pretty!” No, I’m pretty enough because my mother is gorgeous and I took after her and my also gorgeous Ukrainian grand-mother. My dad is ugly lol, I’m sorry but it’s true. Should I have looked more like him, I would have looked bad, that’s it. So people need to stop with that legend of mixed-race people looking more healthy or whatever. It’s no ultimate human thing. I said it: some are stupid, mean, ugly, useless (I sound rude but hey, we all know some people are like that lol) and that’s the case for every race, every ethnic group, every group of humans.

Finally now, colorism is a problem within the black community itself as some of them do value lighter tones of skin more. At least, where my mother was born, it is a problem. That’s the challenge. But I’m pretty positive it is changing. And if I’m in the middle of that, by the way, it’s not because I’m trying to be black, sympathetic or anything, remember I have a black parent. I’m “part” of the community through her. Now it doesn’t make me just black at all. But how can you totally cut me from the community she is a part of? It looks kinda hard to me. But on that, I might be wrong, I’m still trying to figure this one out. Maybe that’s because actually, in our case, our community is more our country so that makes it possible? Well she is a proud black woman though haha.

Anyways. How about making peace with yourself and becoming the example, the role model you wish you had as a kid? Don’t waste time being angry or even salty. Here, something positive: you saw the problem so make it better because you most probably can. And people will be thankful for it.

Good night!

#colorism #black people #mixed race #mixed #white people

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reginasrandomthoughts · 6 years

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So I watched Crimes of Grindelwald...

...yesterday, opening night (in my country), after a long day, and all I got from it was confusion, a bit of anger and this water bottle:

(and yes, I doctored the image because, just like most of the film, it has dull, dakr colours. I hate it, thanks) Full spoilers beneath because I am just pissed (I think I will think about the positives separately).

So... let’s start with the ladies. Leta Lestrange.

I will only mention it in passing that here is another Slytherin character getting the shaft, because as much as it bothers me, this is not the point here. By my count there are three black characters named AND with speaking roles and Leta is one of them. (the other female chara is Seraphina Picquery who is gone after the first 4 minutes, the third is Leta’s half brother’s but we’ll talk about him later)

So anyway: her background story: Leta’s mother, a beautiful black woman of high aristocratic standing was coveted, Imperioed, abducted and raped by Corvus Lestrange, Leta’s father, and I think she died while giving birth to Leta. I think this is the point where someone should have talked to JK about slavery, because if this story is raising redflags for me, a white European, it must be obvious in the US. Gosh. Going on Leta’s father remarries goes on to have another child, that child needs to be taken to America bc Yusuf Karma, Leta’s half brother, swore an unbreakable vow to kill what’s dearest to Lestrange. So now roughly 10 year old Leta is on a boat to the US with a half-elf nanny and the baby that refuses to stop crying and she trades the baby off with another baby boy on the ship (she intended to do it just for a little while) and then the ship sinks and the baby brother drowns. (Sidenote: the switched away baby is Credence). The image of the sinking baby is Leta’s boggart (good luck making that funny). In Hogwarts she was a troublemaking outcast whose only friend was Newt, and as an adult she is described as someone who nobody in the wizarding world loves. Also, she has this thing with Newt where she is totally in love with him but for some reason she is going to marry his brother? She also works at the ministry that is portrayed as one of the bad guys and oh yea, she dies at the end after a fake-out “will she join Grindelwald?” moment. She supposedly dies to protect Newt (Theseus?? I don’t know, her last words are “I love you” and she is looking at where both of them are standing together, so we shall never know). By the way, remember the time Leta was described as a taker by Queenie? Apparently, her “being a taker” involves her thinking she doesn’t deserve to be loved by Newt because she thinks of herself as a monster. Also, apart from her backstory scenes she doesn’t do much regardless of how her backstory is kind of important for the central mystery of the film and how the final showdown takes place in the Lestrange tomb.

Now, next up is Nagini. Remember all the outrage caused by the sudden reveal that Voldemort’s snake used to be an Asian lady who turned into a snake against her own will? Remember how people brought up the submissive Asian woman trope in connection with that? It’s worse in the movie. After Credence and her escape from the circus where she is held she does nothing. She is just there to be Credence’s comfort blanket. She transforms into a snake twice: once in the circus and once when she is attacked but that doesn’t do much and Credence has to save her. (btw, I don’t blame her for it. If i knew that one day I won’t be able to turn back into a human I would, too, try to spend as much time as a human as possible.) Also, two more things: she and Credence are posed as this couple and we are supposed to be feeling bad for her when Credence goes with Grindelwald to find out about his past rather than build a future with her. But their relationship is already undermined by the fact that Dumbledore says (I think it’s him) that the obscurus grows in absence of companionship and friendship and if Credence were to get it, it would disappear and in the film, Credence still turns into an funky looking angry black smoke bomb so... REALLY hoping she gets a TON of development in subsequent movies.

Queenie... Queenie is portrayed as a date rapist here. There is no tiptoeing around it. She enchants Jacob (presumably with a love spell that incapacitates him to the point he cannot cut his own food up) so she can whisk him away so they can get married because Jacob didn’t want to take the risk of marrying her and her being taken to prison for it. Jacob asks her when she planned on releasing him, when they were married with five kids? And Queenie has no answer for it. You know who else did something like this in the HP universe? Merope Guant, the woman who gave birth to Voldemort. Not a company you wanna be in, since it is heavily implied that it was because of the love potion she used that Voldemort became what he was. Also, can we just point out that Jacob already loved Queenie and just wanted to protect her and Queenie’s reaction to this was to take his free will and his ability to disagree away from him? Queenie ends up joining Grindelwald to create a world where muggles can marry wizards, but Jacob calls her crazy for it and rejects her when she suggests that and she still goes! Her decision costs her the reason why she’s making that decision in the first place! What are you hoping for at this point, Queenie? Another enchantment?

I don’t really agree with this sudden shift in character, but oh well. Also, now apparently Queenie also has trouble with her legilimens abilities that can overwhelm her.Don’t know how I’m feeling about that, but how the fuck is a legilimens who can READ PEOPLE’S MINDS gets duped by the bad guys?

The other female characters I didn’t see enough of to have an opinion and TIna I mostly liked. She is finally showing bits of the badass auror she could be. Good luck competing with a ghost for Newt’s love though. She and Newt are portrayed as this “we are just getting together” couple but I always felt like Newt would ditch him if Leta wanted him back. Even though Tina is a way better fit. Liked their parallel scenes with the monkey-koi-kitten thingy.

Now onto the men.

Yusuf Karma. Yusuf swore an unbreakable to kill what is dearest to Lestrange after he abducted and raped his mother which resulted in his father going insane. He assumes that most precious son is Credence so he is just going after him and at more than one points he says something along the lines of “I have to do it, it’s either him or me”. This is not even the proper avenger philosophy because it is literally true, because if he doesn’t kill him the vow will kill Yusuf. Ofc, since a large part of the story is about sympathizing with Credence and wanting to save him Yusuf is portrayed as a villain for a lot of the time. Also, while I’m throwing stones, isn’t Yusuf’s mother the “woman in the fridge” trope? Put there to create angst for a male character? She isn’t even the one Leta is angsting over. It is literally just Yusuf (and his dad who is never shown).

Sidenote: Grindelwald has an Asian henchmen, who is so unimportant that I had to look up his name on Imdb (it’s Krall nolastname) who is the only one of Grindelwald’s followers who dies in the fire (fiendfire??) Grindelwald uses to test the loyalty of his followers. It was foreshadowed but I still don’t get how he betrayed Grindelwald because he wasn’t even on screen long enough to do so. It’s almost like he was only put there to die. BTW, I don’t even think there were any more notable Asian characters apart from him and Nagini. Good representation there JK.

The other male characters I didn’t have much of a problem with. Newt I liked, Jacob was okay but was better in the first film, Theseus was an asshole but the Leta angst worked and I came to like-pity him a bit, Credence I felt for... Surprisingly even Grindelwald worked. Even though he always looked like he was just about to fuck whoever he was talking to. I don’t know how I feel about Johnny Depp in the role, but at least it looked like he put in some work.

And now the plot.

So many fucking fake-outs. The whole plot is a fucking fake-out. So according to the plot Grindelwald is looking for Credence in Paris and Credence is looking for his birth parents and his true past. And there is this whole confusion because the half-elf servant of the Lestranges’ is the one who signed his adoption papers, and for a while it is thought that Credence is the lost Lestrange baby and Yusuf thus wants to kill him, but then Leta’s backstory is told and it turns out that this whole treasure hunt leading us on was pointless because it turns out that Credence is not a Lestrange and Leta has no idea who he is. At which point Grindelwald offers tot ell Credence who he is and Credence goes with him and BAMM, you’re Aurelius Dumbledore, Credence, Albus is your brother and wants you dead. HOW???!!! So I read up some theories here but here is the thing, none of the theories that were born so far manage to help this shit make sense. Like, okay, let’s see the flimsy proof for it: Albus Dumbledore says that when in dire need a phoenix will come to a Dumbledore ans Credence finds a little bird and at the end of the film that baby bird turns into a full fledged phoenix. Cool. But also, this scene ties Credence thematically to Newt, who also was shown nursing a baby bird (although a raven, which is the Lestrange emblem, so please @me any crazy theories about how that foreshadows that Credence is a Lestrange and how Newt will save him or how Credence is a Scamander or even ship things. all three would make more sense than Aurelius Dumbledore does) So, the first reaction from people seems to be “Grindelwald is lying to get Credence to go after Dumbledore” because we know that he thinks that Credence is the only one who could kill Dumbledore. I am leaning towards this but at the same time I REALLY hope it’s not true. Why? Because then this whole fucking movie is pointless. Credence’s arc throughout the series would just be this shit: Credence you are an unimportant squib, no actually you are a powerful obscurus, no actually you are the lost Lestrange baby, well actually you are Aurelius Dumbledore and then presumably, actually I lied I have no idea who you are, probably just a nobody who just happened to be strong. I can totally see it go this way, I feel like it will go this way, but can we just lay off the clichés please? Anyway, prime points supporting this conclusion apart from logic is: Grindelwald was looking for a much younger obscurus than Credence, a.k.a. he could not have been looking for a lost Dumbledore, Grindelwald knew about the Dumbledore family legend as well so he could have faked the phoenix (??), thematically this whole “your past is not as important as your future and it does not defy you” theme would play into this.

Now there are of course other theories, like “he truly is a Lestrange and the elf-lady had to die to hide that fact and the records were manipulated” but so were Leta’s memories then? Also, the elf-lady had to die so Credence would have no choice but to walk into Grindelwald’s trap for answers. My favourite one has to be “Credence has Ariana’s obscurus in him” simply because of the how? That goes against HP canon, that goes against obscurus lore and that goes against Fantastic Beasts timeline. So... yea, I hope it is true, because at least that would be interesting. If we gonna go crazy go full crazy.

Last but not least there were a few elements that mildly annoyed me. Like Yusuf having a weird eye parasite, which I read as a fake-out as to why he needed to kill Credence, but which went nowhere. The “Newt has an assistant at home who is in love with him went nowhere. And the best of all, Grindelwald is going to be brought down because a fucking niffler stole his fucking jewelry that binds him and Dumbledore to not fight each other. What the fuck is up with that.

Also, I just remembered it, which is a shame, but Grindelwald was campaigning for a wizard take-over by showing the future a.k.a. World War II to his followers, including the atom bomb, and saying this is what will happen if the muggles are allowed to rule themselves. CAN JK ROWLING PLEASE NOT LEAN INTO THE WORLD WAR II AND NAZI REFERENCES FOR ONCE??? Just once, look at the real world parallels JK and walk away! Fuck.

#Regina thinks out typed #Regina rants about shit #crimes of grindelwald #crimes of grindelwald spoilers

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mandelene · 6 years

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Tag Game

Answer 15 questions and tag 15 mutuals

Thank you to @feyna-v for tagging me!

1. Are you named after someone? No, my mom picked my name just because she liked it and it was American/English and not Polish (she didn’t want to give me a Polish name). My dad agreed to it. (My name is not Mandelene, btw).

2. When was the last time you cried? While reading the ending of Small Country by Gael Faye a few days ago.

3. Do you have kids? Nope, not yet, haha, but I hope to have kids someday if I can. Two or three but no more than three :) Idk how to explain it, but at some point within the past two years, I started feeling more...maternal toward kids, if that’s the right word for it. I just see kids on the bus and think, huh, yeah, I could have one of those, I think I might like that, God knows why.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Oh, boy. Yes. It’s not as obvious when I’m online, but ask my mother or my close friends and they will confirm that 90% of my daily life is spent being sarcastic. My life is just one big sarcastic meme.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people? How they present themselves -- whether they’re smiling or frowning, standing up straight or slouching, etc. For men, I immediately notice how tall they are because I’m a tall woman so tall men are absolutely heavenly to look at. Any man that’s like 6′2 ft or taller and in their mid to late twenties makes my heart flutter instinctively. (This is how I know I’m definitely straight, bahahaha).

6. What’s your eye color?

Hazel. I joke that I must be adopted because my parents and sister have green eyes, but my great-grandmother had hazel eyes so I guess my parents are my parents.

7. Scary movie or happy ending? Happy ending for sure. Scary movies rarely have a storyline that I find interesting tbh.

8. Any special talents? I’ve been told I bake a fantastic coffee cake. I can recite the alphabet backwards, and I know some first-aid, but those are skills and not really talents.

9. Where were you born? I’m a Brooklyn baby. :D Brooklyn, NY.

10. What are your hobbies? Writing, reading, occasional video-making, playing with my cat, indoor cycler, casual gamer, novice yoga pupil.

11. Have you any pets? Of course. Most of you know my baby already:

Macchiato!

12. What sports do you play/have you played?

Oh, here we go. Brace yourselves for a tangent.

I was the sickly asthmatic kid who was too busy coughing up a lung to play sports, and I’m only half-joking. I played soccer a lot as a kid with my friends, but I was never on a team because my asthma was too severe and out of control for that. I’ve talked about this many times before, but I spent a good chunk of my childhood in the doctor’s office. I missed a lot of school. I got poked and prodded. I cried often about how much I hated being sick. I would be out playing with my friends and have an asthma attack in front of them and feel embarrassed. I would start wheezing and ignore it because I didn’t want everyone to make a big deal out of it. Don’t ever ignore your asthma, please. That never ends well. Sports were something I feared for years.

Midway through high school, my relationship with sports changed completely. I started seeing them as a method to improve my asthma rather than worsen it. My pulmonologist got my asthma under better control by coming up with a treatment regiment that he made sure I stuck to by lecturing my teenaged self at great length and wrote notes to my gym teachers at the start of every marking period. I slowly started regaining my confidence. My doctor made it clear that he was not excusing me from gym completely -- I had to exercise to the best of my ability without making myself sick, and if I kept getting attacks, it was back to the drawing board. If I couldn’t manage to exercise normally, then, in his view, my asthma was impeding my life too much and my medicine wasn’t working for me, which was totally true.

One of my high school gym teachers, Mr. B, was notorious for being the hardest P.E. teacher in the school. I was terrified of him. Whenever he made us run laps, I would pause when I started feeling unwell, rest for a minute, and then continue. He never said a word to me about it even though he was known for scolding students for stopping. Oddly enough, it took me a while to realize this, but he was always subtlely looking out for me. He always asked me if I had my inhaler with me at the start of class. Although I was often dead last in everything he made us do, he pretended not to notice and never commented on it. I never cheated him. If he said to do 30 laps, I would do 30 laps, even if I had to pause three times in between. Everyone else would have already moved on to other exercises while I was still doing my laps, lol, but I don’t think I ever had to reach for my inhaler. At the end of the term, he pulled me aside and told me, “I know you always tried your best, and I admire that.” He gave me an A. He was the only gym teacher I had who didn’t accuse me of making excuses or being lazy. Many previous teachers had convinced me I wasn’t trying hard enough, so I would push myself, and then I promptly proceeded to have attacks, be frustrated with myself, and end up in tears in the locker room. I needed Mr. B in my life to restore my faith in gym.

Nowadays I indoor cycle 3-4 times a week for 45 minutes to an hour to strengthen my lungs. Once a week, I have my “long tour” which is when I cycle for an hour and thirty minutes. After cycling, I lift weights for another 15-20 minutes. If I have a cold or any other upper respiratory infection, I stop all exercise until I’m well, and I hold myself to this. I have a better idea of my limits and what sports are best for me. I love swimming, but unfortunately, I don’t have a good indoor swimming pool around me, so it’s not something I can do regularly. Running/Track is still something I really struggle with, but brisk walking or hiking is fine. Last year, I was really into dance classes with my friend. Cycling is super kind to my lungs but leaves me exhausted in a good way, so that’s why it’s my favorite form of exercise. I’m sure if I did it outside though, I’d have asthma attacks. I’m generally okay with all sports/exercise as long as it doesn’t involve long stretches of running with few breaks in between, and I don’t do it outside when it’s cold. I won’t die from a light jog unless it’s the middle of January and there’s a meter of snow on the ground. You can invite me to play volleyball/basketball/tennis/whatever, and I promise I’ll be fine, haha.

I’ve also tried getting into yoga recently by following some YouTube instructors, but cycling is what I do most regularly and have stuck to. I take frequent exercise very seriously now, and I make it a priority.

13. How tall are you?

5′10 ft, so 177.8 cm. Super tall, I know. You should see my legs in yoga pants ;)

14. Favorite subject in school? In elementary school, I enjoyed English classes the most. In high school, AP comparative government in my senior year was my favorite because I love international politics. Then, there came a point in my life when I stopped liking English classes and started despising them (around my second year of university). College English consists of reading novels (which is a good start) and then writing unnecessarily long papers analyzing the novel, but if the professor doesn’t like your interpretation or analysis, they’ll deduct points. They’re not the classes you want to take if you want to actually learn how to be a better writer. They just teach you how to pander to the professor and not how to think for yourself. It’s annoying. Journalism classes get right down to the technical parts of writing and tear your sentences apart. I feel like I gain more from those classes than ones in which I have to write a ten-page essay on the symbolism of a key.

15. Dream job? A few years ago, I would have said “reporter for the New York Times,” and while that would be incredible, I have multiple dream jobs now.

I would still love to work at a media outlet. I’d want to either work at the international desk as a writer/reporter or work on digital content like podcasts or short documentaries. However, I can also picture myself working at an NGO or at a think tank. I might also be interested in doing something in government someday--anything that has a direct impact on getting involved in a community. Global politics and writing are my two biggest passions, so if I end up doing work in either of those areas, I’ll be happy.

Ideally, I can continue writing fiction on the side and publish it someday, but that’s still a dream I have to work my way up to.

I don’t want to leave anybody out, so if you’re reading this and you want to answer it, consider yourself tagged by me! :)

#tag game

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wellesleyunderground · 6 years

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WU Reviews: The Problem With Apu by Shelly Anand '08 (@shellypolitik) & Shloka Ananthanarayanan '08 (@shlokes)

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Hari Kondabolu is a New York-based stand-up comic. He is also of Indian origin and therefore has a long-standing gripe with the character of Apu in The Simpsons. His hour-long documentary, The Problem With Apu, features conversations with South Asian actors, Simpsons writers, and people on the street, some of whom were genuinely flabbergasted that their favorite character on The Simpsons is voiced by a white guy (Hank Azaria, who refused to be a part of this documentary).

‘08 alums Shelly and Shloka are both Indian women living in America but with very different backgrounds. Shelly was born and raised in the American South (what up ATL alums) while Shloka grew up in Bahrain surrounded by Indian immigrants and only moved to New York when she was a teenager, where she went to an international high school. Below are their takes on The Problem with Apu, which are only two of the myriad reactions people across the South Asian diaspora may end up having to this documentary.

Shloka:

I already knew what I was getting into when I started watching this documentary. I’ve seen some of Hari Kondabolu’s stand-up so I was fully aware of the premise. What startled me was his personal story of why he hated Apu so much. Turns out, as a kid growing up in America, apparently people would just yell out “Hey Apu!” or “Thank you come again!” if they saw a brown person? I never experienced that kind of overt racism growing up (also The Simpsons wasn’t particularly big in Bahrain), so while I’ve personally never really cared about that character, this documentary made me much more angry on behalf of all the brown folk who did face discrimination because of Apu.

Shelly:

I am a big fan of Hari and was excited for him to tackle this topic in a documentary; I had seen him first address the problem with Apu on W. Kamau Bell’s show Totally Biased a couple of years ago. I definitely related to what Hari and the other featured South Asian actors and comedians had to say about growing up with the Apu stereotype. I do recall being asked if my parents owned a gas station or a 711. When my father became CEO of a company in his field (electrical engineering), a manager came up to him and said something along the lines of he thought Indian people only worked and/or owned Dunkin Donuts, to which my father responded “I’d be happy to help you find a job there.” (Go Papa!). #radbrowndad

We dealt with a lot of racism living in the South. People were always making fun of my mom’s accent--from her patients (she’s a psychiatrist) to clerks in stores--and she still deals with this racism to this day. My dad felt the pressures of assimilation and actively got rid of his accent by impersonating radio djs. People at times think he is second generation like me because he no longer has an accent and now has lived here for most of his life. The only time it comes out is when he is code switching, sitting with family and friends, in a safe space where he can be his true self. I wish I could say that “The Problem of Apu” was a thing of the past but it has gotten worse in the post-9/11 current Trump world. Even today, I have had people do the Indian head bob or do a fake Indian accent thinking it is funny. Of course, the accent and head bobs are just one of many issues South Asian kids face in the U.S. Having non-Christian religions (Hinduism, Jainism, Sikhism, Islam, to name a few) made us subject to ridicule and still does to this day. And Indian food and yoga weren’t so cool when we were growing up. Our whole identity and culture was under attack. It still is today, with Islamophobia, continual ignorance over non-Western religions (Sikhs and Hindus being subject to Islamophobia because we’re brown and have turbans), and cultural appropriation of food and religion (ahem, YOGA and that chicken tikka masala bullshit, oh and don’t get me started on “chai tea”). I am excited to see not only more representation of desis on American film and television, but am grateful for folx like Hari that use their platform to address the issues us desi kids faced growing up.

Shloka:

The Problem with Apu addresses a number of problems. First, there’s the idea of how this character even came to be. There are conflicting stories about whether the writer thought that an Indian store owner was a complete stereotype, but had to concede when Hank Azaria came out with the voice and a room full of white guys laughed. Azaria himself didn’t take part in this documentary and continues to do the voice all over the place, despite a half-hearted attempt at acknowledging its racist undertones in an old HuffPo article. Then there’s the problem of representation. People argue that The Simpsons has broad stereotypes of Italians or Scottish people, so why be so fixated on Apu?

Kondabolu’s rebuttal (of course) is that there are nuanced portrayals of Italians and Scots all over TV and movies. Whereas for the longest time, the only representation of an Indian in American media was this servile store clerk who bought into every stereotype under the sun. Kondabolu proposes a number of ways The Simpsons could redeem themselves - have a brown actor do the voice, add some new South Asian characters who demonstrate other aspects of the diaspora, or just kill off Apu and be done with the whole mess once and for all. Sadly, I doubt any of these will come to pass. When he interviews his own parents, they have a weary sense of resignation - they came to this country and did what they had to do. They think Apu is a terrible portrayal, but to them, they have fought many other battles and this question of media representation pales in comparison to their real journey to buy in to the American dream.

Shelly:

It definitely seemed like the goal of the film was for him to go head to head with Hank Azaria. I don’t know if the problem of Apu can really be resolved with respect to the show. It’s been, what, almost 30 years since the show was started? Does anyone ever watch the Simpsons anymore? The Problem with Apu isn’t the Simpsons itself, but that it started this trend where it was acceptable to mock and ridicule South Asian people for the way they talk and their professions. The film discusses how the Apu caricature made it really really difficult to be an South Asian actor in this country; most of the actors and comedians Hari interviews talk about how they have been expected to audition for roles (btw Aziz Ansari addresses this issue really well in Season 1 of Master of None). I learned about the term “patanking” for the first time, which is the stereotypical accent, head-bob, caricature South-Asian actors are often asked to portray when offered miniscule roles (like taxi driver, 711 owner etc.)

However, I wish there was more discussion of how the caricature of Apu effects South Asian immigrants like our parents. There are many South Asian immigrants who own and/or work in gas stations and hotels. How does the Problem of Apu impact them? I know here in Georgia, there are a number of South Asians who own gas stations in rural areas and many of their lives have been threatened because of xenophobia. While the actors complain about playing gas station owners and taxi drivers, they don’t complain about the stereotype of the model minority myth, playing doctors, lawyers, tech startup bros, etc. There is an element of classism to all of this. We are fine with the model minority myth (that we are successful immigrants) but not with the prospect of someone assuming that we are working class.

I did appreciate how the documentary placed Apu in the historical context of ridiculing and mocking people of color in the United States specifically with respect to Blackface. Whoopi Goldberg is interviewed and talks blackface in Hollywood at the turn of 20th century. At one point Hari asked Whoopi if Apu could be considered blackface and she confirms that it is. I remember a couple of years ago, Popchips did a commercial with Ashton Kutcher, who literally painted his face brown and did an indian accent. I know when I was growing up, something like that would have been seen as acceptable, but celebrities like Himanshu Suri (of Das Racist and Swet Shop Boys fame) called it out and I believe Popchips ended up pulling the ad. That was really affirming for me.

Shloka:

This documentary is only an hour-long and I can see why. There isn’t really much meat to this story and after a while it does get a bit repetitive and seems to be stating the obvious. But again, I’m a liberal brown person. The people who really ought to be watching this are the ones who never will. I think it would be eye-opening for a lot of people who are oblivious to the challenges minorities face in day-to-day life. While I found myself growing bored of the Apu premise, I loved how many South Asian people from all walks of life were interviewed in this movie, from the former Surgeon General, Dr. Vivek Murthy, to comedienne, Aparna Nancherla. And this speaks to my ongoing thirst to see more brown people on TV. I don’t watch The Simpsons and I think Apu is a ridiculous character. But as more South Asians emerge on screen in shows like The Mindy Project or Master of None, they are filling a void in the media landscape that I never acknowledged before.

While I’ve never been openly discriminated against, I’ve had moments when people made assumptions about me because I was brown or were shocked that my “English is so good.” Sometimes their assumptions are right, but sometimes they’re wrong, and it is frustrating as a minority to not be given the privilege to be my own person instead of immediately being put in a box. When I talk to a white person, I treat them like an individual being and don’t categorize them right off the bat, because I have seen thousands of different representations of white people in the movies and TV. But when a white person is talking to me, are they immediately thinking I might be like Apu and I have to convince them otherwise? What a terrifying prospect.

Shelly:

It was definitely repetitive and it also focused on just one small facet of the myriad of issues South Asians and South Asian Americans face with respect to discrimination in this country. Not only are our [assumed] accents ridiculed, but our lives are threatened because of religion [either real or perceived] and because we are from non-European immigrant community. I can’t tell you the number of times my mother has heard “go back to your country.” Hell, I was called a “foreign dyke bitch” in North Carolina in a grocery store parking lot (what a trifecta!). The mockery of the accent is indicative of a larger theme that many of us in the immigrant community face: you don’t belong here. I wish that was addressed a bit more. We also have our own dirty laundry in the community-- shadeism and anti-black racism. Not that we need to do a documentary airing our dirty laundry but identity is a complicated beast (not to mention others like caste, Islamophobia from non-Muslim South Asians etc.).

Overall, I am happy the film exists and happy that the caricature of desi folx has been placed in the context of other discriminatory caricatures like black face -- I think that link is critical to helping the desi community build foundations of solidarity with the black community and other communities of color in the U.S. I see Hari’s film as the tip of the iceberg and I’m excited to see more.

#wu review #the problem with apu #hari kondabolu #tv recommendations #shelly anand #shloka ananthanarayanan #desi #representation

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sundcwns-blog · 7 years

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heey, hello, it’s a meme. i’m maze ( she/her ) & hailing from one of the oh so lovely coughs gmt tzs aka gmt+2. besides being trash on the daily i’m literally always listening to music aka if u ever need something new in that department .. hello, or browsing through netflix without any intent on watching smth. living that wild life ik .. DKAMS. but you’re here for my two kids aka basil & saint so here we go ! if you’d like to plot like this and i’ll slide into ur ims or look under the read more for my disc*rd ! also as a warning i unintentionally was v vain and made both muses scorpios .....

☾ — ·˚ » BASIL CRATES is in saint tropez !! they often get mistaken as KIAN LAWLEY. apparently, HE/THEY is/are the JOCULAR of the group. they’re a TWENTY-ONE year old PANSEXUAL DEMIMALE. i hear they’re known as ALTRUISTIC and DOGMATIC. they also make their living as ART STUDENT / BARTENDER / COMIC BOOK ARTIST but you’d have to ask them a bit more.

BACKGROUND + PERSONALITY.

born and raised in berlin, germany until his mother decided to move to the us when basil was twelve.

despite growing up bilingual, he had difficulties adjusting to the new surroundings and rather spent his free time drawing, eventually building up universes without needing any context and instead having the designs speak for themselves.

after finishing high school at age sixteen basil took a gap year to travel through europe with money they earned from several jobs during school times. bas was v very introverted back then, so it served as a challenge which once again they had difficulties with at first. but ofc you can’t get around without trying, so bas did. he’s still more of an ambivalent than an extrovert, but this journey made him see the beauty of uncertainty and they loved it.

also ik i used he & they in that last paragraph instead of just one bc basil honestly truly doesn’t care which one others use as long as they acknowledge bas isn’t cis bc he’s v open about his gender along with being pan .. but that’s another thing.

basil has a very high iq, but always prevented others from knowing about it. he basically failed tests on purpose back in germany and in the us he always made sure others don’t feel bad about their results and said his were worse even though he probably always got an a+, thus resulting in bas being able to skip two grades.

his mother had to carry two jobs to make a living for the two of them, which was one of the reasons why bas sold his art from a young age. thankfully it was actually decent ( coughs and looks @ ryan reynolds’ twitter ) and ppl actually wanted to pay good money for it. this was also one of the key moments in which bas realized they wanted to have their profession somewhere in the art department.

married his high school sweetheart in las vegas as soon as they both turned eighteen, but divorced just three weeks later. this is just one of their impulsive decisions as bas isn’t much of a planner, they rather have a few good laughs when telling the story ( even for the 10th time ) instead of asking what if. the only thing bas ever truly planned was becoming a comic book artist. they’re still at the very beginning as basil’s v young, but they’re just as determined to make it in the industry.

basil’s mother was always into greek mythology and even gave her child the middle name cerberus, which literally is the most dangerous thing about him and while he’s into mythology himself, he doesn’t really tell anyone his middle name as he’d rather not be compared to a three-headed dog .. but if he ever ends up drunk u can bet he’d insist on being called cerberus and nothing else.

being a comic book artist basil’s an avid comic reader as well, but mostly prefers indie comics as they’re more his kind of humor. speaking of, basil’s more of a morbid humor kind of pal ? but he’ll also immediately apologize if he takes it too far bc he values comfort even more than getting a laugh out of others and himself.

huge fan of dogs, literally the person that points at a dog and says “aw.” and definitely wants to pet them.

the least scorpio-like scorpio you will ever meet, and trust me this is coming from a Real Scorpio™.

ends up in a lot of weird scenarios while just trying their best, but always tries to take it with humor especially if someone’s with them.

most of his friends wouldn’t expect it, but basil’s very romantic, like going all out even for a first date and is probably doing waay too much for his opposite.

not really into the whole sex, drugs n rock ‘n’ roll as he prefers to maybe drink a few beers with his closest friends due to seeing what alcohol can do to people on an almost daily basis as a bartender. however, all of kian’s tattoos are canon for bas except for the native american and butterfly ones.

WANTED PLOTS.

literally everything but to be basic .. a best friend ( who might even know about his high iq bc he truly doesn’t tell anyone ), bad influence ( basil’s not exactly innocent or good himself but there’s always worse am i right ), childhood friend ( someone he considered a friend after moving to a completely new country ), enemy ( maybe they’re of the opposite group or even in the same and they had some fight that led to it or just disliking each other for apparently no reason at all just .. pls give me smth negative ), ex on good/bad terms ( as basil’s pretty romantic it could’ve been too much for the other or literally any other reason k thanks ), someone who hates his jokes ( plain n simple .. kewl ), my brain is scattered bc it’s almost 2am rn so i Def missed 820397 plots i’d love but u know what .. i’m a plot pro so shrugs. also i nearly wrote pro plot so u get me now .. pls killme KMDSX.

☾ — ·˚ » SAINT DEVERAUX is in saint tropez !! they often get mistaken as ALISSA VIOLET. apparently, SHE arrived from THE USA. they’re a TWENTY-ONE year old UNLABELED CIS FEMALE. i hear they’re known as VIGOROUS and DETACHED. they also make their living as an ACTRESS but you’d have to ask them a bit more.

BACKGROUND + PERSONALITY.

just as a small disclaimer: if anyone read girls on fire by robin wasserman, saint’s personality is heavily inspired by one of the characters in it aka lacey. and if u haven’t read it .. pls do it if you’re even just remotely into ya literature.

born and raised in los angeles, us, saint was practially thrown into the lives of the rich and famous. her parents were big in hollywood back in the 80s & 90s and gave those legacies to her.

being practially raised by nannies, saint didn’t really have a connection to her parents till they retired when she was fourteen. from there it was basically always good which is .. v weird but they somehow made it work.

as soon as saint turned eighteen she decided to change her last name to her mother’s maiden name, as she’s never been a fan of women having to give up their names just for being married even if it’s voluntary. this also resulted in her imdb page ( she truly made it huh. ) being “divived” into saint bartowski ( also shoutout @ anyone who gets this ref ) and saint deveraux.

at age eighteen saint also let out her true self, at least towards her parents. she admitted to worshipping lucifer just to piss them off and see how they’d react, it was just a game for her. but to be as convincing as possible, she did the most, even though she would’ve already had them just with her words, but saint always wanted to know just how far she could take it.

to the public she’s seen as this socialite turned actress who never did anything wrong, but just due to her parents and herself keeping everything under a neat little rug.

saint’s a very passionate person and loves to be surrounded or admired by people, but at the same time she doesn’t really care about anyone, no matter how many i love yous she’s going to whisper into someone’s ear or no broken promises ever.

as a result of the press putting labels onto her 24/7 she resents them. the only one she’ll ever claim is being in the lgbtq+ com as it’s basically the only thing in her life she truly cares about besides acting and her cats. however saint also makes a lot of fun of men and highly prefers females and nb pals for .. u know what.

she can also be extra af as she literally bought an old vw t1 bus in st. tropez for the short amount of time she’s there and have it look exactly like the one she has back in la with the pride flag sprayed on its roof and every little sticker/detail on its doors, etc.

getting to her job .. she currently stars in a made up netflix show that’s somewhere between veronica mars, twin peaks and 21 jump street ( the movie version ). i actually made a whole filmography for her but i’m too lazy for graphics and i’m not even sure whether i can use real movies/shows so oo. but if u want a list i can tots send it via disc*rd ( btw mine is artcmis#4377 ). and just know that she admires amber heard and mostly chooses roles like her aka not the damsel in distress. tho she would def love to save that kind of character one day .. js.

this is getting soo messy already omg. but to put her in a nutshell, saint’s a callous, manipulative, control loving, determined scorpio who also happens to be an actress, cat lover and feminist putting up a facade daily. also she can’t handle relationships for shhhit.

and what would these bullet points be if i didn’t start and finish them with a disclaimer ? still a mess yeah ik .. MXKAJD. but even tho most probs don’t even know who alissa is i just wanted to say that saint will have green eyes bc .. #aesthetic.

WANTED PLOTS.

once again any plot goes except for romantic stylez kind of plots bc yk not her kind of thing. catfish ( either someone used to catfish someone else using her pics or even better someone got catfished with her photos n now they’re meeting and she’s .. acting v different. plS. ), fwb ( so yeah saint hates relationships but u know what she doesn’t hate wink wink ;) KMSLASK also probs won’t work with males bc she’s all like [ cher horowitz vc ] as if ! ), fan ( someone who likes her movies or show idk ?? let her be all chill with them pls ), smoke bud ( she loves to party & smoke soo .. maybe even in an all-in-one with the fan plot ), enemy ( probs one of the other sec charas bc maybe they’ve met before or even wanted the same role ?? ), once again my brain is a mess sooo .. good bi !

this got longer than my biography ever could so if u read it all .. u truly are the mvp and deserve an award.

#stropez:intro #≻ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴀʏ ┊ ooc.#i feel like i'm the only one not in the gc yet sooo excuse me if i roll in there Very awkwardly later SKAKDJ #also i don't know a proofreading so .. smiles.

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hailqiqi · 7 years

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I was tagged by @kristallioness. Woohoo! Thank you for the tag, I love doing these :)

(BTW I never told you how damn proud I am that I got you both into Voltron AND shipping Plance. Mwahaha. You can stream it on kisscartoon if you still don’t have netflix.)

🎀 - Are you named after someone? My middle name is my paternal grandmother’s middle name. My first name was my mum’s second choice after dad vetoed the first one (Jade), and I’m fairly sure dad only agreed because he was a giant Rocky and Bullwinkle fan so I may be 50% named after a villain in an 80s cartoon.

🎀 - When was the last time you cried? I’m fairly sure it was recently but I don’t remember? My memory pretty much sucks. I’m sure it was ‘I feel really sick’ or ‘I’m so stressed’ tears, though.

🎀 - Do you like your handwriting? I hate my handwriting!!! With a passion. In Year 3 they started taking away our pencils and giving us pens to write with once our handwriting had improved to a certain standard and I was the last kid in the year to get a pen...and I’m pretty sure I only got one because we all had to have one by Year 4. Fast forward 14 years and I’m crying in Chinese Calligraphy classs because despite being the only person in the class who can read the characters my work is by far the messiest, and I was trying really hard. The teacher (bless his soul) did a lesson on a much older form of writing the week after and I actually did really well at that one (shame it’s not in use anymore).

It used to bug me that my Japanese and Chinese handwriting were so awful despite consistent efforts, but in the end I accepted that my English handwriting is awful too so... I guess it’s my defining characteristic or something.

Funnily enough, I went to see a psychic when i was 20 and she told me that in a past life I was a male calligrapher in Southern Japan. So perhaps I used up all my good handwriting skills in that life.

🎀 - What is your favourite lunch meat? Good, thinly shaved ham is really hard to beat, but I also love porchetta and bresaola. I think porchetta wins (if it counts?)

🎀 - Do you have kids? One! She’s three. I’d like another but I should probably worry more about adult things like money first this time.

🎀 - If you were a different person, would you be friends with you? Possibly? I make friends fairly easily and there’s not a lot in common between my friends so... If Different Person Me were a total bitch then maybe not, though. I feel like there are too many variables to answer this question properly.

🎀 - Do you use sarcasm? Frequently, but I feel like I used to be funnier.

🎀 - Do you still have your tonsils? Yep! I wish I didn’t though, the fuckers keep swelling up. The doctors were talking about taking them out last year but then the chronic tonsilitis finally went away. It’s like they heard us talking about them.

🎀 - Would you bungee jump? Fuck no. I had a shot at free abseilling off a bridge 10 years back and broke down crying in front of a bunch of high schoolers instead. I think I’d be ok with the abseilling now, though, so maybe I’d be ok bungee jumping in twenty years?

🎀 - What’s your favorite cereal? Oh man, this one’s hard! I love Captain Crunch, even though I think it’s way too sweet now. But I used to love it as a child, and you can only get it in the states so I could only ever eat it when I went to visit my dad in the US. And now even though I’m 30, whenever I visit my stepmom stocks the pantry with about twenty boxes of Captain Crunch for me and it just makes me feel so loved.

🎀 - Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? Nope. Only before I break the backs.

🎀 - Do you think you’re a strong person? Honestly, I’m not sure. Objectively I’m strong in some ways and weak in others, but I don’t think I’m very strong to be honest.

🎀 - What’s your favorite ice cream? Chocolate chip cookie dough! Closely followed by torrone and dulche le leche swirls.

🎀 - What’s the first thing you notice about someone? Oh look, a person. I am unobservant as fuck. I once spent an entire afternoon talking to my cousin without noticing that she was 6 months pregnant and it was VERY obvious.

🎀 - What’s your least favorite physical thing about yourself? I have bad skin, and my hair doesn’t listen to me. Probably those two? Which is dumb because as things go, those are quite fixable. I don’t like looking at pictures of myself because I feel like my nose + mouth together are kind of ugly, so I’m guessing that, but literally nobody anywhere has ever said those features of mine are bad-looking so I’m aware it’s likely just my own neurosis.

🎀 - What color trousers and shoes are you wearing right now? Navy blue slippers ‘cause I’m indoors, but the backs are broken and they’re hanging off my feet. A pair of plaid short-shorts that look like they’re from one of those colour palette challenges with lots of pale oranges and pinks and browns.

🎀 - What are you listening to right now? "Happy” by Pharrell Williams is going round and round my head, so that?

🎀 - If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Probably red from all the blood once you ground me down into a crayon.

🎀 - Favorite smell? Petrol. Yeah, I’m weird. I just like it!! I also like the smell of Jacaranda trees in bloom, and frangipanis.

🎀 - Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? A friend from my kid’s school.

🎀 - Favorite sport to watch? Football, or Rugby. I don’t tend to really watch sport though.

🎀 - Hair color? Chestnut a.k.a. mousey brown are the words I was given growing up, but it’s the same colour as Pidge’s from Voltron and fics seem to call that ‘honey’, so can I start calling it ‘honey’? I like the sound of that.

🎀 - Eye color? Exact same colour as my hair. Kind of light brown.

🎀 - Do you wear contacts? On stage or on set, but I haven’t been on either in a long time! I should wear them more really, my glasses make me look pretty nerdy.

🎀 - Favorite food? I have no idea! Right now my brain seems stuck on Taiwanese Fried Chicken, in all its forms, so I’ll go with that. I never really liked eating until i was about 21 though, so although I like it now I don’t think I have a proper ‘favourite’ food. Maybe yakiniku or Korean BBQ? I would sell my soul for either, so that.

🎀 - Scary movies or comedy? Comedy, because I’m a wuss. @mistyhollowpro is writing a Zombie au and I’m forcing myself to read it because I love her writing but I have to keep the lights on because I’m that much of a wuss (and zombies scare me more than ANYTHING).

🎀 - Last movie you watched? "Trolls”, I think. I really wanna watch Kimi no Na Wa but haven’t had a chance.

🎀 - What color shirt are you wearing? Dark blue t-shirt.

🎀 - Summer or Winter? Summer! I hate being cold. It’s more tolerable when you live somewhere it snows but I don’t so SUMMER.

🎀 - Hugs or kisses? Proper kisses.

🎀 - Book you’re currently reading? I mostly read fanfic, so none? I have to read ‘Memories of my Nagasaki Grandmother’ for my MA, though, so does that count?

🎀 - Who do you miss right now? OK, so like I was born in Country A, lived in Country B until I was 12, then moved to Country C, then spent a year in Country D, then lived in Country E for almost ten years and am now living in Country F. My friends are across a few more countries, too. The better question would be ‘Who don’t you miss right now?”

🎀 - What’s on your mouse pad? I don’t have one!

🎀 - What’s the last tv program you watched? “Voltron”. I keep meaning to watch Dr Who and catch up but it feels like such an investment

🎀 - What is the best sound? The sound of a clean, empty home and no obligations.

🎀 - What’s the furthest you’ve ever travelled? See ‘Who do you miss right now’ question. If the question is from the perspective of the US I guess the answer is Australia or Japan.

🎀 - Do you have a special talent? Talent is a myth, everything is just practice. Some people just start practicing at the age of 3 or something and therefore appear talented.

...So, no, but I’m getting better at singing and tend to pick up languages quite quickly.

🎀 - Where were you born? In a military hospital in South Florida that later got flattened by Hurricane Andrew.

Tagging a mix of both people I chat to and people I’d like to know more about: @purpleplatypusbear21 @joeshmoe189 @ashesandhoney @mistyhollowpro @pidgepitchu @airbender-dacyon @alteanmouse / @kataracy

#tag meme #for fun #and procrastination

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