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𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 .ೃ࿐

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: you were in love with f1's beloved honey badger and you had been for almost year. but why in the world had you instead fallen for his teammate? or in which infidelity has laid it's sticky little hands on you.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: slight angst, infidelity naturally, falling out of love, steamy makeout sesh, suggestive content, pining, sad boy hours for daniel, lando being kind of a sneaky bastard, age-gap between reader and boys (8 years for dan and 2 years for lan), reader born in australia, set in 2020/2021, false or incorrect marine biology lingo and protocols lol, mention of crossiant horner, poor explanation of f1, mentions of insecurity, proof-read...ish

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: daniel ricciardo x marine biologist!female reader, lando norris x marine biologist!female reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 4k+

𝐀/𝐍: i felt bad for not posting so here's me digging into my reserves! written when i did more song-based fics!! i wish life wasn't so busy 🤧 i have started a few thingsssssss but it's definitely going to be a while before i post them sorry 😣

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You, honestly, were a normal girl. Mundane as mundane gets. Never once had you imagined of cameras, headlines and the need for a PR specialist in your life.

But it's what you had gotten. That's what Daniel Ricciardo came with.

You had met the Australian on pure accident. It was late 2020 and the season had just come an end. Hamilton was a six-times World Champion and Daniel had his last season with Renault. He hadn't got the result he wanted but he was optimistic about his future with McLaren. So eventually, he headed home to Australia for the Christmas holidays.

Now you would like to consider yourself a well-versed Australian. Especially considering you were born there. Robert Irwin was the most beloved Australian for years to come and Margot Robbie and Chris Hemsworth were your Aussie reps in America.

Somehow, however, you had never really got F1 or Formula One. That's not to say you hadn't heard of it. Honestly, for the past few years it was difficult to pass Albert Park in the summer of March without it flashing in front of your eyes. But if someone were to ask you anything about it, you would blink blankly and apologise.

Which is exactly what you did in early December. You were out having lunch with your closest friends at a local cafe, catching up on the year in the fresh yet skin-damaging Aussie sun.

You were in midst conversation when a brunette girl politely interrupted you. "Hi, sorry. This is going to sound really weird. I'm doing this on a bet. But do all three of you know that man over there? In the hat?”

You looked over to her table full of people. It seemed like she was with her family and friends. You and your friends zoned on the man in the hat, a guy who was trying to not make it obvious that he was aware of what was going on.

You scrutinised him carefully and unsurprisingly, you didn’t know him. Surprisingly, you did find that he was attractive. The curly hair, the scruff… you wondered whether he was actually Australian because no men in Australia looked like that.

Your two friends nodded while confirming with one another. “It’s Daniel, right? The driver?” One of them asked.

Your other friend hummed in agreement.

The brunette looked over at you. You blinked at her as your face slowly morphed into an apologetic expression. “I’m sorry. I don’t know.”

The brunette, which you expected to be somewhat sad about it, ended up smiling while your friends’ faces dropped.

“Thank you! Oh my god. You have no idea what you’ve just done!” The brunette laughed loudly, capturing the attention of her table. She pointed at the man in the hat, clutching her stomach. “She doesn’t know who you are, Danny. Take that!”

Similarly to your friends, the male’s face dropped. He looked at you and tilted his head.

When Daniel actually saw you for the first time, he was in shock. Not the type of shock of an Aussie not knowing who he was. But rather the shock of being in the presence as someone as beautiful as you.

Your eyes were tantalising and your apologetic expression was cute.

He waved a hand in dismissal. “It’s okay. I’m just an F1 driver.”

You nodded in slow understanding. Maybe you had in fact seen his posters in Albert Park. Honestly, you couldn’t be sure. Life as a marine biologist was busy and all over the place. Recognising celebrities or athletes was kind of the last thing on your mind.

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That day you went home with the expectation of a normal tomorrow. One where you were out at the ocean and exploring the waters you had loved so much.

You wish you could say it came as a shock to see that same curly haired man on the wharf, but given the current temperatures that heavily contrasted your winter, it was reasonable as any other Aussie here.

What you didn’t expect was you passing him to get to your boat and then hearing a voice enter the air. “Hey! Excuse me. Sorry. You’re the girl from yesterday, right?”

You turned to the man, hand over your eyes to protect yourself from the harsh rays and take a closer look at him. Just in case it wasn’t him.

“Uh, yeah? You’re the driver, right?”

Daniel gave a wide smile, extending out his hand. “I’m Daniel. Daniel Ricciardo.”

Oh my. What a smile he had. The type to make you feel happy just by looking at it. You couldn’t even help but smile in response. You reached out to shake his hand, not ready to feel a weird sort of spark between the two of you.

“I... I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you.”

Daniel slowly removed his hand from yours, grabbing any last second he could. He eyed the briefcase and scuba gear in your hands. “You diving?”

You looked at your equipment. “Well, testing. I’m a marine biologist. Although, I guess I’m still diving.”

Daniel pursed his lips. Now he had to get to know you. You were beautiful and a marine biologist. An Aussie dream.

“Oh yeah? What are you testing?” He queried with a raised brow,

“Oh! Uh, currently things like the local fish populations in decline. Their habitat. Whether they’re safe or not. Algae growth. Predators. pH levels. All the fun stuff...” You sheepishly trailed off once you realised you began rambling.

You didn’t know but in that moment Daniel was in awe of you. The twinkle in your eyes that rose once you talked about your work. Like your work was your passion. That’s how he felt about F1.

You watched Daniel nod as if he were actually interested. “Do you mind if I come with? I won’t contaminate anything. Promise.”

You mended your brows together. It wasn’t uncommon for people to ask to join. But the way Daniel said it… like it was something he had to do or he would regret it for the rest of his life, you couldn’t help feel compelled. “Um, yeah. Do you not have to be on the road or something though? ‘Cause your a driver?”

“Oh F1 only goes between March and November. We’re on holiday at the moment. Well sort of.”

“Oh,” you mumbled out cluelessly. Your cheeks burned with a tinge of embarrassment. How had you managed to get through all these years of living and not known about this?

Daniel laughed lightly at the reddening of your cheeks. Just when he though he could find you any cuter. “Don’t worry. I’ll teach you F1. And you can teach me the ocean.”

So the two of you went into your boat. The sun beat down onto you so harshly that for most of it, you had retreated to driving the vessel in the shade as Daniel sat next to you.

It had gone so well that this, whatever it was, became a regular occurrence after you exchanged numbers that day.

You were learning a lot about him and his job. He was actually Italian-Australian. He started this passion with go-karting. You found out F1 wasn’t just racing but it was racing to another extreme. 300 kph. God, getting your car to 100 kph for the open road was thrill enough for you.

That made Daniel wheeze with laughter and promise he would take you for a drive in a sports car to get a taste of the speed he craved for.

Apparently F1 had 10 teams, each with 2 drivers. In each of the teams, the drivers had the same car to drive, cars that were constructed originally by each team. The point of the races were for two championships. The Driver’s World Championship, the title the driver wanted to win, and the Constructors’ Championship, the title everyone from the driver to the team strategist wanted to win. They were calculated by the amount of points received by the drivers in the races.

All the races were settled through a long weekend of sorts. Fridays were for practices to see how the car was on the track as they had different conditions per track. Saturdays were for qualifying. Here, Daniel would push the car to its limits to get the fastest lap time as the drivers were ranked to then get a position for the actual race tomorrow. Sundays were where they raced for points.

All of it was slightly complex, especially with the penalties and rules that they followed. Buy you seemed to get the gist of it.

Daniel had learnt that you had grown up in Australia and like him had to travel a lot for your work. Weirdly, some times his race dates would match up with your travelling. Daniel chose to take that as a sign. You were 8 years younger than him, taking him by a slight surprise. You were 23 and he was 31. But it didn’t seem like it mattered to you. Communication between the two of you was a smooth sail.

Daniel even opened up about his time with Red Bull. A whirl of bad and annoying memories. But when you had said that you would like to see Christian Horner step on to your boat and throw him overboard into a tank of piranhas, only for thirty seconds of course, Daniel had never laughed harder.

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By the billionth time you had hung out, the sun was setting in the evening, providing a refreshing cold breeze to match the heat. Christmas was close soon. And Daniel was aching to ask you out.

He had to go into this next season of driving knowing he had you by his side. Even his own family was pushing him to ask. Especially his sister, Michelle, who had dubbed herself the cupid as she was the very brunette who had technically introduced you two, or so she claimed.

The both of you had finished a dive and were heading to Daniel's car. You were supposed to have dinner with his family on this fine evening.

"You good, Danny?" You looked over to the man. Daniel, for the loud and outgoing person he was, was being rather quiet today. You couldn't really put your finger on why either. You took pride in being able to read people. But it looked like his mind was at some sort of battle.

He gave an idle hum, getting into the driver's seat.

You raised a brow, closing the door on the passenger side shut. Your hand reached out to his thigh, making him break his trance and flicker his eyes towards you.

"Listen, I don't know what it is or what's going on. But I'm all ears if you want," You smiled, patting his thigh. You went to remove your hand but Daniel placed his hand over yours, keeping you there.

Daniel's heart was in his throat. He was not normally a nervous man. He was the epitome of confidence. But you seemed to tear that down, in the nicest way, quite easily.

Daniel absorbed your curious eyes before releasing a shaky breath. "Uh," he awkwardly chuckled, scratching the back of his head. "I'm not normally like this. I can't really explain it... but these past few weeks, I... I haven't felt like this in a really long time. With you I feel free... happy... I guess what I'm trying to say is that I really like you. And even if I'm ancient, I would really like to be with you. You know. Together. If that wasn't clear."

The smile on your face the moment you realised what was going on hadn't stopped growing. You watches his eyes dart around, looking for a signal of anything. A yes. A no.

You looked down at your hands. The warmth of his spread among your one. You turned your hand to intertwine them with his and squeezed his hand, looking back up at him. "I think you took the words right out my mouth. I like you too, Danny. A lot. Even as an 'old ass man.'"

An odd silence settled within the car as Daniel simply stared at you, honey brown eyes hold your own.

"Danny? Are you okay?"

Daniel's eyes turned into crescents while his infamous wide smile sprawled onto your face. "Can I kiss you?"

You stilled in the passenger seat. Your eyes flickered to his lips before meeting his eyes once again. You weren't sure if you could trust your voice at the moment so you gave a curt nod.

Daniel smiled softly at the flustered expression you sported. Instead of leaning his head in like you expected to, he reached over to your seat and lifted you out of it. You released a small yelp before landing onto his lap, straddling his crotch as you faced towards him.

Daniel's fingers played with the slightly dampened tresses that had fallen around your face and pushed them behind your ears. His fingers trailed down to your heated cheeks and to your jaw. Bringing you closer to him, he leaned his head towards you.

Daniel's lips fell into yours. His hands soon fell to your back as your arms snaked his neck. The world... your surroundings were all gone. All you could feel was each other. His fingers sneaking past the hem of your shirt and grazing your bare skin. The action sent a wave of heat within you.

You let out a small muffled moan causing Daniel to adjust himself in his seat. A bulge had formed in his pants, aching at your touch. You released yourself from him for a gasp of air, which fell into further pleasurable gasps as Daniel's swollen lips had found your neck, leaving a trail of small sloppy kisses.

Daniel rested his chin onto your shoulder before pulling back to look at you. He grinned at your dazed expression. "As much as I would like to continue this in such a fitting setting like a car, I would rather our first time in an actual bed."

You let out a small laugh, feeling yourself fluster even further while you gave him a tight hug.

And that's how your relationship had started. Since then, it had been almost a year. In that year, you had gotten impossibly closer. You had visited his races without telling him because you were scared. You were scared of distracting him and scared for him. The first F1 race you went to matched up to your meetings with other marine biologists and techs in Spain. God, you didn't know cars could even go that fast. The occasional toss of a car to the side sent fear coursing through you.

Eventually, Daniel had found out and reassured you that you being there wouldn't harm anything. In fact, the thought of it calmed him down and encouraged him. He had even introduced you to some of the team and whispered in your ear when he pointed to Red Bull's team principal.

"Oh... so that's the man going overboard. That's a shame. You didn't tell me he look like a sea otter. Sea otters are supposed look cute. I'll just pretend he's plant plankton."

Daniel had never laughed harder at something. Just when he thought he couldn't love you more. God, you were a sight to behold. He would never understand how you managed to be who you were.

You had felt the same.

Well, at least that was until when you met his new teammate in McLaren, Lando Norris.

Lando was two years younger than you and what some people called the British Ricciardo. He was constantly smiling and cracking jokes. He was the moodmaker.

The vibe he had was like an annoying little brother of a sort.

But people obviously didn't feel attracted to someone if they truly thought of them like that.

You shouldn't feel this way. It was wrong. You had a boyfriend. A boyfriend who adored you. You had tried to keep yourself occupied with your job to avoid having to attend too many races and meet the McLaren team, in fear of meeting Lando.

But of course, how were you going to refuse to celebrate Lando's 2nd podium of the year in Monaco when Daniel asked?

So here you were. In a club dressed in a cream coloured set: a long sleeved bralette and a long skirt starting from your waist, ending just before your heels with a slit in the middle.

The compliment you had received in your ear from Daniel made you wish you could say you were dressed for him in the first place. But it would be a lie to say that.

You had navigated yourself around the club to drown yourself in some alcohol. You needed a distraction and you felt that being some what drunk and out of it would've helped.

you should take it as a compliment that i got drunk and made fun of the way you talk. you should think about the consequence of your magnetic field being a little too strong. and i got a boyfriend, he's older than us he's in the club doing, i don't know what you're so cool, it makes me hate you so much.

You were out of it for sure. Because sober you did not have the guts you had right now. The guts to not only sit at the same table as Lando but next to him and make fun of his British accent with Carlos.

"No, Carlos. I'm pretty sure he sounded like 'No no no... you ruined my ice cream,'" You laughed lightly as the Spaniard refused to agree with you.

"No he has bit of a weird sound at the 'ruined' part. He sound like those kids in the UK... on the road? What are they again..."

Lando's face burst with amusement. He laughed so hard, he had to prevent his cup from falling out of his hand. "Do you mean..." He gasped for air, "Roadmen?"

Jesus. Carlos Sainz discussing roadmen was the funniest thing that had happened so far.

You weren't sure where Daniel was even. All you knew he was probably talking to some other team member of McLaren. You were rather preoccupied and entranced by the British male next to you.

You couldn't explain it but it was as if there was a magnetic field around him and you, like an element, were simply attracted to him. As if there was no other path to go. He made you laugh differently. Feel differently. He was also a looker. That boyish charm that simply pulled you in. It made you wonder how strong his magnetic field was.

The science of it was simple. You may be a marine biologist but you hadn't flunked physics. The stronger the intensity of a field, the further the magnet, Lando, will be able to attract elements, like you. All you knew was that he was strong enough to inexplicably take you attention away from your own boyfriend.

you're so gorgeous i can't say anything to your face 'cause look at your face. and i'm so furious at you for making me feel this way but what can i say? you're gorgeous.

This attraction you felt to Lando what ridiculous in itself. But you had felt it from when you first met him and you felt it now. Lando was simply gorgeous. His smile was breathtaking. His laugh felt pretty.

And it infuriated you. You wanted to yell at him, tell him to stop. These feelings, this flutter, this tingle... make it all stop, you wanted to say.

But you could never say that to his face. How could you? Those same things came back every time you looked at him.

The smile. The flutter. The tingle.

You wondered whether he had even looked at himself in the mirror. You wondered whether ever had felt insecure about the way he looked and that if he did, you wished he hadn't.

Everything thing about him was simply enticing. A delightful view... from the arms of Daniel.

you should take it as a compliment that i'm talking to everyone here but you. and you should think about the consequence of you touching my hand in a darkened room. if you've got a girlfriend, i'm jealous of her. but if you're single that's honestly worse. 'cause you're so gorgeous it actually hurts.

This feeling... this infatuation was overwhelming for you. You were a taken girl. You had even made it was to the multiple Instagram F1 'WAGs' accounts and were met with the most glorious welcomes by fans.

You needed to get a grip on yourself for Christ's sake. Lando was also taken. Even if he was single, which if you were being honest was an insult to romance itself, you didn't have a chance let alone now. No matter how jealous you were, you had to be realistic. You paled in comparison to the fame Portuguese models that F1 drivers often found themselves with.

Of course, you had to admit they were beautiful. You had no conflict with them. They weren't your classic mean girls. They were impossibly nice and you even found yourself in some interesting conversations. But at the end of the day, you were simply a marine biologist.

So in the darkness of the club, you had managed to isolate yourself from Lando, who had gone with Pierre somewhere, and made the struggling and gruelling effort to talk to anyone else but him. You had conversed with Carlos before he had gone somewhere with his girlfriend. You had settle for Charles as a distraction.

Charles was a pleasure to talk to. As always, he was also so kind and sweet with his words. The type you were sure that when you looked at the, you knew that their mother raised them right.

Daniel had finally found his way to you, mentioning that Zak Brown had just pulled him aside for a talking to. You asked if he was okay, in which he responded with a smile and said: "Now that I'm with you, yes."

You managed to give him a soft and believable smile. Daniel was standing behind you, joining in your conversation with Charles. It wasn't until you were in the midst of a conversation about life in Monaco that you felt a hand on yours.

You smiled gently, expecting it to be Daniel's but instead it was Lando's.

ocean blue eyes looking in mine. i feel like i might sink and drown and die.

Your eyes snapped up to meet Lando's face. His blue eyes bore into yours.

Those goddamn eyes of his would be the end of you. The similarity of them to the oceans you had travelled and the beautiful creatures you had seen was uncanny.

Your heart paced furiously against your chest. He must've been drunk or tipsy to the very least to stumble onto you. There was no way he had purposely wanted you to drown in his eyes.

You sucked in a quiet sharp breath and edged to removed your hand. But as quickly as you had made that decision, the gnawing feeling at your heart had grown more intense and taunted you. Lando's hand hurried to grab yours and place it back where it was.

Your eyes shook with awe and lingered with a dangerous thrill. You could feel his fingers rub the back of your hand gently before intertwining them.

You looked blankly at the table in front of you while Lando had joined in the conversation so casually, like nothing was even going on. You had to thank your stars that the club was able to be as dark as it was.

A lot of the noise around you had turned into white noise and blurs of sound. Charles must've complimented you as you had managed to capture some mention of fish and coral reefs from your boyfriend.

you make me so happy it turns back to sad. there's nothing i hate more than what i can't have and you are so gorgeous, it makes me so mad. you make me so happy it turns back to sad. there's nothing i hate more than what i can't have and guess i'll just stumble on home to my cats alone unless, you wanna come along?

It was Daniel kissing your cheek fondly and Lando's hand grazing your knee under the table that had brought you back to reality.

The happiness and adrenaline you felt was wrong. You knew with every crevice and fibre of your body that this had to stop. This attraction and sickly sweet infatuation with Lando. God, he just made you so fuzzy. You could barely think straight.

You were stuck in between two men who had their touch on you. It wasn't right. As much as you liked Lando, he angered your entire being. He had simply waltzed into your life. He was playing along with your feelings.

Lando's damning eyes averted to you when he felt your hand slip away from him forcefully.

You hoped the guilt in your eyes shone as much as they could in this darkness.

You were going to have to break up with a man who would give you everything. You would have to leave all of... this... and get away from here.

You needed everything to return to normal. You had no idea how exactly you were going to explain a sudden return home without inflicting any suspicion.

All you knew now was that you had to make a lengthy apology to a man you had not realised you had fallen out of love with.

You supposed that was love.

Love was a bittersweet feeling. It was beautiful and fluttering but brought a lot of tragedy and strife along with it.

That was love: simply gorgeous.

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imaginespazzi · 20 days

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Ok bestie, anon who followed up on Amoore reporting back as requested ha. I should say we are on a similar page, her & Kitley are very tough to get a read on. And a lot of the online chatter agrees its hard to judge and goes back and forth on whether theres something more going on. For those interested, I suggest watching their youtube ch series for a general sense of them interacting. Entertaining and light vids, not overly long. Really just little things between them here & there that add up. And of course a person can review their socials..

Now onto the tea I came across online. Imperfectly summarized the best I can below. (Allow me to stipulate that I have no way of verifying any of this, so please understand Im not at all sharing any of this to be presented as true or false. Take it as simply passing along the posting of others for conversations sake here in a safe space. Comments/feedback/corrections welcome)

Its described as on/off thing, first beginning summer 2020. A VT insider says people are aware that Amoore hasnt been committed, to put it delicately/nicely. Leading most recently to a break of sorts last Dec-mid Jan. (Added pretty sure they are together rn though. And another person did point out if Liz was getting cheated on why would Georgia seem to maintain a good relationship with the Kitley family, which is a fair Q to pose). But notably, a strangely long break in their podcast took place over that period and for the first time in 3 years they didn’t spend XMas together or hang around each other over the holiday and when podcast recording returned they just said “we had Xmas” and didn’t talk about it. It was also pointed out that sometime in winter, Liz had tickets to see an NHL game and went w Cayla King despite her and Georgia talking about how they wanted to go together before. Only sus bc it happened to coincide w the time where Georgia was speculated to have gotten close to Kate Martin. Then suddenly they K & G werent interacting anymore and L & G seem back to being “besties”.

Sidenotes:

Liz’s "2020 love playlist"… apparently someone has screenshots that it used to be titled Georgia. Includes some fav bands/songs of Amoores. And a tune called Australia Street lol. Lots of love songs predictably, but some breakup songs were added to it at one point (the comment seems to insinuate during the time they were going through issues)

They're friends with a married lesbian couple (Youtubers/influencers? The Bellaires) who they once visited alone.

Also, fyi, Kate Martin is apparently recently back w her last ex, whoever that is - per talk re social media activity

You're my new favorite person omg because this is my kinda tea fr! Can y'all tell I love some good gossip?

I'm ngl, I was never the most invested in V-Tech or the girls on the team, so I don't really follow them. And I was pretty convinced Liz was straight so I just assumed her and Georgia really were just really close besties.

But this checks out with what I've heard/read too, that they were in that "undefined" kinda place, mainly because of Georgia and eventually Liz got tired of it. I definitely didn't know about the Christmas or the NHL stuff but that makes sense. Also from what I heard, they were probably done for good now with Liz going to the draft? But still being together also makes sense. I'm so invested in this now omg.

#ask #this is my new roman empire omg like bestie if you find more details come share

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heckinconfusedparade · 1 year

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Hullooo!! Tis the season for meeriment, could you do the Wachowski family decorating their Christmas tree (w/ extra fluff?) along with Sonic explaining the holiday traditions to Tails & Knux (w/ a side of humor) pretty plz?

I gotchu!

TIS THE MUHFUKIN SEASON AND ALL THRU DA HOUSE Sonic is makin a ruckus, much louder than any mouse.

This boy is blasting Mariah Carey’s All I Want For Christmas Is You while yelling that “SHE HAS DEFROSTED!”

Tails knows Christmas. He didn’t really get to celebrate it officially in the orphanage. But this.. puzzles him. Earth Christmas is a much bigger deal than he thought.

Knuckles is proper confused. He doesn’t know who Mariah Carey is, why someone wants him for Christmas, and what the season of holly jolly brings.

Sonic pulls up in the hallway with a Santa hat, sunglasses, and a small Santa jacket. He cheers “MY BROTHERS!! REJOICE!! FOR IT IS CHRISTMAS.” Maddie laughs “Sonic, what is all this?”

“It’s our first Christmas together! It’s a huge deal!” Sonic raises his arms up to emphasize. Knuckles approaches his brother “I would like you to explain Christmas to me.” Sonic stands proudly “of course, my dear older brother.”

“Why are you talking like that?” Knuckles asks, and Sonic ignores him, going to hunt down the youngest. Tails is heading up to the attic when Sonic stops him “excuse me young man, where do you think you’re going?” Tails gives Sonic a look “upstairs.” “Why?”

Tails turns and sits on the step “well.. Christmas wasn’t a big deal where I’m from. At the orphanage, we just got a slightly better quality meal, and maybe a gift or two.. some kids got gifts from donations. I got nothing.. I stopped asking for anything. I figured I didn’t deserve the luxury of gifts.” You hear that? That’s the sound of Sonics heart breaking.

Sonic sits next to his little brother “Tails.. I’m. Im sorry to hear.. you do deserve gifts! You deserve all the gifts! Besides a couple felonies, you haven’t done anything bad this year!” Tails snickers. Sonic puts his hat on Tails and picks him up onto his shoulder “cmon little bro! Let’s go help mom, dad, and Knux decorate!”

They go downstairs into the livingroom, where the tree itself is almost up.

Knuckles brings a couple large boxes that Tom had told him to bring up. When theyre opened, they find that the boxes are stuffed with decorations and Christmas ornaments. Tom and Maddie laughs as their boys dig in and start hanging up the ornaments.

The boys discover that their parents had bought 3 special ornaments: a hedgehog, a fox, and an echidna! Tails is jumping for joy. Knuckles is happy global shipping is a thing so Australia could bless him with this ornament. They hang up the ornaments together, putting them right next to each other.

Sonic is so happy to be involved this Christmas, and not be decorating a stick in his cave with random trash.

The tree is topped off with a star, one that the brothers again put up themselves by stacking on each other’s shoulders.

It is complete. Now for the rest of the house!

During decorating the livingroom, Tom asks “you boys ready for Santa Claus to come to town?” The boys look at each other confused. They knew of a Santa Claus, but they were not aware that he would be coming to town.

Knuckles raises a finger “uhm. Father? Explain this Santa Claus to us.”

Maddie and Tom are shocked! Then they realize that Santa must be an Earth thing.

Maddie sits her boys down “Santa is a big jolly man who comes around every Christmas Eve to bring presents to all the good boys and girls! We bake cookies for him and leave out some milk so he won’t be hungry or thirsty travelling the globe.” Tails’ eyes widen “he travels the world in ONE NIGHT??” Tom nods “yea buddy! He flies around in his sleigh pulled by his 9 reindeer!”

The brothers gasp. This guy sounds awesome! Sonic does wonder why he didn’t get anything.. but then he chalks it up to him being so great at hiding.

They spend the evening talking about Santa and what they want for Christmas.

Sonic wants to get everyone a gift this year.. but he isn’t sure what.

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic the hedghog movie #sonic 2 #sonic #movie sonic #miles tails prower #tails the fox #movie tails #knuckles the echidna #movie knuckles #sonic wachowski #tails wachowski #knuckles wachowski #tom wachowski #maddie wachowski

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aussie foods poll breakdown

see prev reblog. source: kiwi living in australia w/ australian wife

bunnings banger: this is REAL but REGIONAL- down here in victoria it is a bunnings snag.

zooper dooper: REAL. i don't know why ppl get so hung up on this- it's an icy pole, surely you guys have icy poles with silly brand names too

outback crunch: FAKE! wife immediately spotted this one, saying it sounds like what americans think an australian food would be.

seafood at christmas: REAL but nasty. fortunately the wife's family have a large vegetarian contingent, so im never forced to suffer thru this one.

moreton bay bugs: REAL. it's basically a fat lobster.

democracy sausage: REAL. election season special- you get a hotdog for voting, which as i understand it is more than americans get

vegemite chocolate: REALbut NOT- it was a gimmick item produced in 2015 for three weeks. in my view this doesn't count, but i guess you've gotta have a red herring...

pie floater: REAL but nasty. pie floating in pea soup. also regional- only the absolute freaks who live in south australia do this.

BONUS: australia & aotearoa have beef over who invented the pavlova (meringue with fruit on it). if you ask me the bloody aussies can have it, that shit is nasty.

#text tag

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stop-saying-tootsie · 1 year

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18, 19, 20

hi!! thanks so much!

18. a memorable meal this year?

okay so this one is kinda funny, because i had a lot of good meals. my friends and i went to korean bbq a few times, had a lot of really good pho, and those almost make the top , bUT

we spent a couple days in another town for a school event, and pretty much all the food SUCKED, even the super fancy place we went right before the formal event. we decided to leave town a bit early because i’m not joking it was so boring up there. WELL earlier in the day, someone had told me about a tradition all the students partake in. after football games each week, they all go to this one gas station and buy their chicken on a stick. so i figured why not, right, and so on our way out of town we stopped there. it was $7 for like. 3 chicken strips worth of chicken on this MASSIVE stick. i kid you not it was probably the best thing i’ve ever eaten

19. what’re you excited about for next year?

w e l l in may, im going to AUSTRALIA ! going to see the boys again >:) so that’s definitely #1 on my list. but i’m also moving apartments again (probably), hoping to start funding my top surgery (possibly for christmas break or more likely summer 2024), and working on my degree. i hope to write some more too :)

20. what’s something you learned this year?

if you’re waiting for the right time to do something, just do it now. this works in terms of procrastinating school work or cleaning, but also in the bigger scheme. for 19 years of my life, i hid who i was from pretty much everyone, waiting for the right time. i realized eventually that the perfect time doesn’t exist. there’s always going to be someone that disagrees, or some reason to convince yourself to shut it away. but coming out was the best decision i have ever made, and i am so, so much happier at the end of this year than i was in the beginning. i started t, something absolutely inconceivable to me at the start of 2022. my family isn’t happy. i know they never will be. but i am, and i know that’s most important. one day eventually i’ll really believe it too.

you can and you will make it. and on the other side of this mountain is the most beautiful view you’ll ever see.

#sorry to get sappy in the end there #sounding like a damn hallmark card #but it’s very true and i hope everyone can take it to heart #love you guys :)#happy new year

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back home w my family 🫠🫠 Christmas is always a fun thing ESPECIALLY W EVRYONES XMAS PHOTOSHOOTS (esp w kpop bgs broo) I MELTTT!!!

i hope ur doing fine now! havent gotten the time to interact :,) ALSO BYE THAT WAS ME WHO PUT THE EMOJI THINGY😭 SORRYYY its like 2am im ab to sleep for tmrw *~* anyway,

happy holidays i hope you and everyone has a nice Christmas break! also what was your plan this holidays? we actually had no plans but last minute trip to japan was the go 🫡 I LOVE IT HEREEE their ramen is top tier. also whats a place / country you really want to go to? (random question byee)

- ice anon

Oooh yesss, i agree on that one!!

Don’t worry bb, I can see the emoji now lol so it’s all good ^-^

Thank you sm, happy holidays for you too, my plans are just spend time with my family and study because exams are gonna kill me in January :((, oh that’s great!! Japan is such a pretty place to go visit, I hope you have fun there <33

And I’d love to go to England, Australia or Paris ☺️

#🍑.answers!#ice anon

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2021 Christmas Ads

‘Tis once again the season for heart-tugging holiday ads from around the world, in particular the UK where Christmas adverts are a much anticipated holiday tradition. Think big-budget, water cooler Super Bowl commercials in the U.S., but with more Santa.

We’re talking more mini-movie than mere sales pitch. Our family actually spends at least one night a season just watching our favorite holiday commercials, as much a tradition as any Christmas special.

To make them a little easier to find, I’ve compiled all the heartfelt, emotional and imminently re-watchable 2021 Christmas advert links on one page, as I also did in 2020. Unlike with my TV and theatrical lists, don’t strive to include every single ad with a Christmas tree or holiday pitch, just those that tell a story or particularly evoke those warm and fuzzy festive feels.

In alphabetical order by company name

Updated: December 30, 2021

Air Canada “Snowglobes Apart” - Sweet stop-motion snow globe love story.

Air New Zealand “A Magical Delivery” - Santa asks the airline for a little assistance and they get more than they bargained for.

Albert Heijn “The Greatest Little Love Story” - The Dutch supermarket chain brings you hamster holiday romance.

Aldi “Ebanana Scrooge” - Kevin the Carrot meet your newest pal.

Aldi “A Christmas Carrot” - This sweet animated story of Kevin the Carrot showing Ebanana Scrooge the error of his ways, has a fantastic kicker. There’s a reason Kevin has remained Aldi’s holiday spokesveg since 2016.

Aldi Australia “You Can’t Overcook Christmas” - The theme this season is definitely a more-is-more holiday, after austere and small 2020 gatherings.

Alpha Heating “Feels Like Home” - Unexpectedly touching animated ad for a furnace company.

Amazon “Kindness, The Greatest Gift” - Poignant and touching mini movie about the impact of reaching out.

Amazon Prime UK “An Unlikely Friendship” - A surly zookeeper and his unusual best friend.

Apple “Saving Simon” - This Jason and Ivan Reitman-directed, charming mini movie has a bit of a horror twist before the eventual happy ending.

Argos “Baubles to Last Year” - One of the many ads emphasizing how much we all missed out on last holiday season.

Asda “Make Christmas Spectacular” - Skating through the holiday season.

Barbour “Paddington, Please Look After This Bear” - Paddington returns to the British retailer’s ads.

BBC “This is Our Christmas” - Very funny look at celebrating the holidays with family.

Bergdorf Goodman “The Present Moment” - This Wes Anderson-directed spot is quirky yet drier than past Anderson holiday efforts, like his excellent 2016 H&M ad.

Big W “For the Love of Giving” - UK retailer focuses on the joy of giving.

BMW “Wherever the Holiday Takes You” - A holiday-party-phobic Christoph Waltz headlines as himself.

Board Gias Energy “Imagine a Better Way” - Sweet holiday ad with a simple but powerful ending.

Boots “Bags of Joy” - A bottomless Boots bag holds endless holiday joy.

British Airways “The Best Gift” - A rare Diwali commercial from the UK airline.

British Airways “Merry Christmas” - The airline offers special holiday gifts and upgrades to customers traveling to see family.

British Cycling “Inspiration is the Greatest Gift” - Well done ad that starts at the Tokyo Games and goes through Christmas, featuring gold medalist Charlotte Worthington.

Cann “A Lightly Lifted Christmas Story” - Cute ad starring Kate Hudson and Darren Criss for a weird product—a cannabis-infused drink—they’re both investors in.

Celebrations UK “The Lonely Bounty” - Unexpectedly funny and touching UK candy ad.

Chase “’Tis the Season for Cashbacking” - Catherine O’Hara and Kevin Hart star in a winking series of odes to Home Alone.

Chase “Cashbacking on Aisle 5″ - A lesser entry in the O’Hara-Hart Chase oeuvre.

Chevrolet “Holiday Ride” - Nostaligia and memories make for a special Christmas gift.

Chick-fil-A “Something Wonderful” - A sweet animated story about making the most of mistakes.

Chipotle “A Future Begins” - Kacy Musgraves’ music narrates this mini-movie promoting Chipotle’s work with local farmers.

Coca-Cola “Real Magic: Chimney” - The Coca-Cola Christmas ad rarely disappoints and never fails to make me cry.

Cycle King & Hawk Cycles “Everyone’s Invited” - A cheery Christmas party from the UK bike shop.

Debenhams “A Christmas Like Never Before” - A rhyming remembrance of all the time and interaction that has been lost and how special Christmas can be.

Disney UK “The Stepdad” - This lovely, animated clip, with its own original song, about forging new family bonds is a happy tearjerker, and also promotes Make-a-Wish.

Dutch State Lottery “Fritsie” - This New Year’s ad of love, luck and friendship continues a Dutch ad tradition with a new twist.

E.L.F Cosmetics “Big Mood, Big Elfing City” - crowd-sourced, mini-movie presented in three parts on TikTok. (Part 2 and Part 3)

Erste Group “Believe in Tomorrow” - The insurer’s animated original ads are always some of the best of the season and this sweet, wordless tale is no exception.

Etsy “Give More Than a Gift: Our Santa” - Another sweet family-centric ad from the crafting marketplace.

Etsy “Give More Than a Gift: The Recipe” - Touching family memories and celebrations; Etsy uses indie filmmakers to develop their ads and it shows.

Etsy “Give More Than a Gift: Bus Stop” - Developing story of holiday friendship.

Etsy “Give More Than a Gift: The Tradition” - UK Etsy ad is just as heartwarming.

Etsy “Gifts That Mean the World: Mozart” - This extended German Etsy ad is really touching.

Etsy “Gifts That Mean the World: Everlasting Love” - Short, but very sweet story of a couple. Think there’s a longer version of this one out there, but can’t find it.

Footasylum “Chunkz and Filly Reunited for Christmas” - Another Love Actually parody from the UK sneaker store.

Freeform Bite Size Holiday “The Ugliest of Them All” - To promote its 25 Days of Christmas programming, Freeform is airing for short holiday films from female filmmakers. This first from Caitlyn Sponheimer takes place at an ugly sweater party.

Freeform Bite Size Holiday “Everyday Saint, Nick” - To promote its 25 Days of Christmas programming, Freeform is airing for short holiday films from female filmmakers. This from E.G. Bailey and Sha Cage has apartment residents appreciating their handyman, Nick.

Freeform Bite Size Holiday “Brown Elephant” - To promote its 25 Days of Christmas programming, Freeform is airing for short holiday films from female filmmakers. This from Fawzia Mirza and Kausar Mohammed sees a Muslim family navigating a White Elephant party.

Freeform Bite Size Holiday “Keeping Up With the Claus” - To promote its 25 Days of Christmas programming, Freeform is airing for short holiday films from female filmmakers. This Jaanelle Yee sees a Gen Z elf working to modernize the naughty and nice list.

Frito-Lay “It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year” - Jimmy Fallon and his real-life family star in this series of chip ads. There’s also a nice making-of video.

Gap “All Together Now” - Katy Perry sings the Beatles in this cozy and feel-good, but not overly festive, Gap ad.

Guinness “Good Things Are In Our Grasp” - Another ad with reuniting as its holiday 2021 theme.

Hobby Lobby “Christmas is What You Make It” - Hobby Lobby is one of the American outlets making sweet, long form holiday ads, though this isn’t as touching or smart as their 2020 ad.

Home Depot “Does Santa Shop Here?” - Clever Fairbanks, Alaska-based ad.

Holkham Hall “A Christmas Present” - The first long form holiday ad from the British estate/tourist attraction.

HomeGoods “Home Sweet HomeGoods” - Jillian Bell in a Home Goods-inspired mini holiday movie, part of an ongoing series of clever shorts Bell has done with the retailer, preceded by: episode 1, episode 2, episode 3, episode 4, episode 5 and episode 6.

Horseware “No Gift Greater” - Horse-girl friendship story from the Irish company.

IGA “The Trophy” - Animated holiday bonding tale from the worldwide grocery store chain.

ITV “Britain Get Talking” - ITV stars talk…and talk, and talk, and talk about what they want for Christmas.

J. Crew “Holiday Get Together” - Real-life married couple Joshua Jackson and Jodie Turner-Smith give new meaning to the word aspirational.

JD Official “Welcome to JD Street” - A shopping trip is plagued by sports celebrity distractions.

John Lewis “Unexpected Guest” - Aliens experience Christmas in this latest Christmas delight from the UK retailer.

Kevin Cate “Believe” - This short movie dedicated to front line workers is a tearjerker about the power of reuniting this holiday season.

Kohl’s “Dance with All Your Heart” - Sweet, sentimental and touching family celebration.

Lexus “Runway” - Reindeer bring the horsepower in this latest, annual “December to Remember” ad.

Lidl “Big on Christmas” - A peek into Christmases future from the discount UK grocer.

Littlewoods “Share the Love” - Extremely sweet Irish ad about the best Christmas gifts.

Liverpool FC “Fairy Tale Magic” - The iconic football team evokes holiday spirit.

L.L. Bean “A Man & His Dog” - Sweet, pup-centric ad from the outdoor clothier.

Macy’s “Tiptoe and the Flying Machine” - A little reindeer learns to find some courage.

Marks & Spencer “Percy Pig” - Dawn French is a holiday fairy in this sweet animated ad that also features Tom Holland as the voice of Percy.

Marks & Spencer “Make the Season Anything But Ordinary” - Not as star-filled as the M&S’s Percy Pig ad (see above), this bouncy Marshmallow World spot is still bouncy fun.

Matalan “Real Moments, Real Magic” - Simple, short story but gives good holiday feels.

McDonald’s UK “Imaginary Iggy” - Easily my favorite of the year so far. And, yes, I balled. Reminds me quite a bit of my all-time favorite ad, “Lily and the Snowman,” yet still holds up on its own.

Meijer “I’m Thankful” - Yet another ad reflecting on being able to spend time with family, no matter how annoying.

Meijer “Someday” - Touching ad about a family Christmas tree.

Michael Hill “Make Their Christmas” - The jeweler puts together a very sweet story scored to Yaz’s “Only You”

Montefire Health “Caring Makes Magic” - Very sweet and clever unicorn tale, though I’m pretty sure Bruce was framed.

Morrisons “Make Good Things Happen” - The UK supermarket chain introduces Farmer Christmas.

Mr. Peanut “A Nutty Holiday” - Reginald VelJohnson stars in this fun, 1980s throwback in music video style.

Myer “Unriddle Christmas” - The Australian retailer offers a cute, musical Christmas ad.

Neiman Marcus “Celebrate Big, Love Even Bigger” - Bouncy, dance filled Christmas fantasy.

NHS “Santa Prepares” - Martin Kemp is Father Christmas who preps for Christmas by getting his COVID-19 booster and a flu shot.

Nintendo Switch “Home for the Holidays” - Family reunion is going to be a theme for a lot of these after last year’s lack of travel and this Switch promo is one of the first examples.

O2 “We’re Better, Connected” - Holiday robot hijinks.

Optus “’Tis the Season of Yes” - The Australian mobile phone company partners with the wildlife conservancy for a very sweet ad featuring the endangered glider population.

The Pavilion “What Matters Most” - Another 2021 ad focused on reuniting with family members after COVID.

Penny “The Wish” - Emotional ad from the German retailer.

Petco “Making Memories Together” - A man and his dog, only switched.

Posten “When Harry Met Santa” - This touching Norwegian postal mini-movie is my new favorite of the season.

Posterhaste “Family Traditions” - Sweet and simple, a wordless and effective Christmas message.

Publicis “Wishes” - French ad company’s founders Arthur Sadoun and Maurice Levy explore their 2022 plans through classic movies.

Publix “The Attic” - Sweet, sentimental story told simply and effectively.

RSPCA “What the World Needs Now” - Puppy-centered charity appeal with music from Lady Blackbird, good dogs and bad people.

Sainsbury’s “A Christmas to Savour” - Sainsbury’s has made some of my all-time favorite Christmas ads, and while this isn’t a Mog-level classic, it’s still a sweet and sentimental look at Christmas celebrations delayed, which is the theme for so many UK ads this season.

Sam Clegg “I Wanna Grow Old With You” - Musician Sam Clegg has made it a tradition to create “alternate” tear-jerking Christmas “ads,” a.k.a. music videos, tagging popular John Lewis to bring attention to his work.

Selfridges “Christmas of Dreams” - Retro game show vibe.

Showroom Partners Entertainment “Christmas Goldfish” - Fun, wordless animated short.

Smyths Toys “If I Were a Toy” - UK toy store chain, not terribly festive but fun.

SNL “Christmas Cards” - If Christmas cards could talk. Admit, I laughed—and recognized some of these tropes.

SNL “Lonely Christmas” - Mocking all those signs in a window heartwarming ads, as well as the Nextdoor app.

SNL “Target Thanksgiving” - Too-real Thanksgiving spoof ad.

Sports Direct “Go All Out” - A bevy of famous sports faces indulge in a holiday snowball fight in this sporting goods store ad.

Sprite “Cousins” - Eric Andre directs this series of Sprite commercials spoofing holiday specials and celebrating Black holiday spirit.

Sprite “Gingerbread” - Eric Andre directs this series of Sprite commercials spoofing holiday specials and celebrating Black holiday spirit.

Supermac “Merry Christmas” - A from our family to yours, sweet holiday wish from the Irish grocer.

SuperValu Ireland “Share the Magic” - This touching story of a little girl and a lost reindeer is one of my favorite of the year so far.

Ted Lasso “The Missing Christmas Mustache” - This surprise, four-minute, stop-motion short is a charming gift from the popular Apple TV+ series that already put together one of the best Christmas episodes ever in 2021 with “Carol of the Bells”—even if it was released in August.

Tesco “Nothing’s Stopping Us” - Set to Queen’s “Don’t Stop me Now” one of many ads that focuses on reclaiming Christmas celebrations after a subdued 2020.

Toyota “Bookstore” - Set Kacey Musgraves “Rainbow” this heart-tugging mini-movie is my new favorite of the season.

Toyota “Nora’s Joy” - A second, also sweet, animated ad from Toyota for 2021, featuring English and Spanish versions.

TK Maxx “Christmas to the Maxx” - The UK version of the discount retailer pus on a show in their annual Christmas ad.

Twitter UK “Snowflakes” - This animated ad about snowflakes Jack and James is very sweet.

The Vault/BCFC “Put a Smile On” - Charity ad from The Vault Studios and the Birmingham City Football Club.

Very “It’s the Very Best Excuse” - The UK grocery chain encourages you to use Christmas as an excuse for, well, just about anything.

Vodaphone “Give the Gift of Connection” - The UK mobile company promotes their donation program.

Vodaphone Ireland “Each Christmas” - This Irish mobile ad is a basically a Hallmark Christmas movie in two minutes.

Wegman’s “Let’s Get Back Together” - The supermarket chain shows a young boy working through the seasons, with a sweet twist at the end.

Waitrose “Best Bit of Christmas” - Ashley Jensen shares the best parts of Christmas.

Woodies “Heroes 2021″ - Irish home improvement store’s annual charity effort.

World Market “Make it Magical” - Wordless sounds and feels of the seasons.

Xfinity “Come Home” - The cable and Internet company longform ad doubles as a mini Sing 2 Christmas special.

Zara “O Night Divine” - Full-length short film starring John C. Reilly as Santa

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Quarantine Netflix Recs

Since were all at home watching Netflix I thought I would give my fav show/movie for every letter so everyone has something new to watch. Please send me your own recommendations or make your own alphabet list and tag me! Here goes:

A: Anne with an E- This modern take on Ann of Green Gables is quirky, fun, and dramatic. It has good music, writing and is all around a good watch. It deviates from the books a bit, but keeps the spirit.

B: Broadchurch- If you like crime dramas, this is for you. With one crime spanning the complete first season it delves deep into motive and emotions. David Tennet stars in this tense British mystery.

C: Cargo- A dystopian zombie apocalypse film set in Australia with a focus on human connection, and sacrifice. This is honestly so different than any other zombie movie I have seen in the best way.

D: Daybreak- Sticking with the apocalypse theme, daybreak is a humorous view on what happens when a nuke kills all the adults and leaves all the teenagers. Its like if high school was the whole world, but the world had also ended. Strong characters and ‘Ferris Bueller’ esc fourth wall breaks give this show something special.

E: The Worlds Most Extrodiary Homes- For a change of pace this mindlessly beautiful home reality show shows off architecture that could be classified as art and makes me wonder how anyone can actually live here. If you just want something with no stakes what so ever, this is the eye candy for you.

F: Frontier- A gritty, and dark period piece starring Jason Momoa as the badass outlaw working against the British in the Canadian wilderness. Half political, half survival drama this show focus on the fur trade during the 1700s as well as themes like revenge, family history and love.

I have to do two for F: Feel Good- This emotional comedy is about Mae, a gay, ex-addict comic and her previously straight girlfriend. It is real and emotional and hilarious. It’s filled with amazing characters and amazing writing and explores hard to talk about subjects, including addiction, love, coming out, and family and romanitc relationships.

G: Godless- A refreshing addition to the western genre. An injuryed outlaw, a headstrong widow, the whole of the wild west. Gritty and dramatic, this mini series is a must watch

H: How it Ends- Another apocalypse film, can you guys see a pattern? This one is less about the event however and more about family. A young man and his future father-in-law travel across the desolate wasteland of the USA to save his fiance.

I: I am Not Okay with This- A sci-fi coming of age story, based on a comic book, about a young girl who develops mysterious superpowers and is not okay with it. Also shes gay and in love with her best friend, its great.

J: John Mulaney- I assume everyone has already seen all of his specials, but if you haven’t go check them out! They are hilarious and relatable on a deep level.

K: Klaus- This is my new favorite Christmas movie. Its got wit, charm, great character development and beautiful animation. It’s the first original Christmas movie that I've liked. It gives a new spin to all your favorite Christmas traditions while holding on to the essence of the Christmas spirit.

L: Let it Snow- Based of the book co-written by Maureen Johnson, John Green, and Lauren Myracle this film is a feel good romance with quicky characters that have thier lives changed forever by a snowstorm in their small hometown. Friendships and romances are formed and tested as these teens figure out how to deal with what life throws at them.

M: Maniac: In an unlikely pair Emma Stone and Jonah Hill work amazingly well together in a drug trial that is supposed to cure all mental illness, of course not everything goes as planned. Our heroes go through multiple stages of the trial and discover their brains are miraculously linked. This series merges multiple genres into something surprisingly cohesive.

N: National Treasure- “I’m gonna steal the declaration of Independence”

O: The OA- A psychological sci-fi thiller about a blind girl who gets kidnapped and held prisoner by a mad scientist looking for other dimensions. The friends she makes along the way mean everything, but when she gets found not only are they missing, but she can see again.

P: Princess and the Frog- A cute Disney twist of the classic fairy tale. A young woman working hard to buy her own restaurant meets a prince that has been turned into a frog by a shady magic man. But when she kisses him he doesn’t turn human, she turns frog. Together they have to figure out how to get back to being human and along the way they learn what they really need.

Q: apparently I have never watched a single thing on Netflix that starts with Q. So Queer Eye I guess. I’ve never watched it, but I've heard good things.

R: The Rain- After a deadly virus is discovered in the rain, sister and brother, Simone and Rasmus are separted from thier family and hide in a bunker for 6 years. Once they are forced to emerge they discover the world is much different than how they left it and their family wasnt all they thought it was.

S: Sense 8- This sci-fi drama focuses on 8 people from all over the world connected by some kind of psychic link. As they discover the extent of thier new abilities they also find out they aren’t the only ones and some others aren’t so friendly. This series was made with so much love and divotion and it shows throughout. The character development and backstories are rich, the writing is witty and thoughtful and the representation and focus on love above all else is so refreshing.

T: Tallulah- This drama is dark and witty, while simultaneously being bright and uplifting. When a young drifter kidnaps a baby from a neglectful mother and pretends the baby is hers, her boyfriends mother takes them in. The story is about family and doing the right thing, even when you can’t find the right choice in the grey area.

U: The Umbrella Academy- This series based on a comic book written by Gerard Way is about superheroes with out being about superheroes. They don’t save the day. They can barely save themselves, oh and also the world. Numbered 1-7 these siblings all have their own issues and getting them to work together was the dying wish of their asshole of a father.

V: None? Anyone have any ideas?

W: The Witcher- This series, based on a video game based on a book, is about a mysterious monster hunter and the bard he meets a long the way. Somehow full of action and also full of humor this series delves deep into the history and culture of this fantasy world.

X, Y, Z: I got nothing guys, but thanks for reading all the way down here. I hope you watch some of these shows and that you send some of your own recs to me!

Also None of these photos or shows or anything are mine and all belong to their rightful owners

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A brown moth fluttered.

The curtain was down, and the carpenters were rearranging the “No, no, no! I can’t breathe 1 volatile I can’t breathe.” And such a fit of suffocating 2 “I can’t breathe,” she would sometimes say 3 and the minisnever! I can’t breathe it in fast enough, nor hard enough, nor long enough.” 4 and started up up. to return to the tent, only to check him No, I can’t breathe the same air self in the act as often as he started, with ye to-night, but ye’ll go into the he lost consciousness in uneasy dreams 5 meet me at the station. I can’t breathe in this wretched 6 “sickening down there — I can’t breathe! I can’t stand it, Drewe! It’s killing me!” — Tears 7 struggling to altitudes that I can’t breathe in. I could help him when he was in despair, but he is the sort who 8 sometimes I find I can’t breathe in it. Perhaps some folks will say “so much the worse for you” 9 it seems if I can’t breathe in the house. not dared hope 10 “Well, I won’t wear ’em. I can’t breathe” “Sure! Blame ’em!” “I can’t breathe a square breath.” Oh 11 things I regret I can’t breathe. 12 bramble bush. I can’t breathe. I can’t eat. I can’t do anything much. It’s clear to my knees. 13 I can't breathe, I can't talk, 14 lying on its “I can’t stay here I can’t breathe” side, the cork half-loosened. A brown moth fluttered. 15 “I can’t breathe beside you.” 16 the needs of any reasonable young lady. “I can't breathe there, 17 I can’t breathe — I really need the rush of this wintry air to restore me!” 18 I can’t breathe no more in that coop upstairs . tablet ; two he said is what you need.” of flame shoots through a stream of oil 19 no friction. It’s friction—rub- / asthmatically.] “I can’t breathe deep — I can light and of reason. But I’ve a notion 20 out of it. I can’t breathe in the dark. I can’t. I / She withdrew 21 “I can’t breathe or feel in” 22 Up a flight of stairs, and there was the girl, sitting on the edge of an untidy bed. The yellow sweater was on the floor. She had on an underskirt and a pink satin camisole. “I can't breathe !” she gasped. 23 I can’t breathe in the dark! I can’t! I can’t! I can’t live in the dark with my eyes open! 24 One never gets it back! How could one! And I can’t breathe just now, on account of 25 that old stuff, I could shriek. I can’t breathe in the same room with you. The very sound of 26 don’t! I can’t — breathe.... I’m all — and bitter howling. 27

sources (pre-1923; approximately 90 in all, from which these 27 passages, all by women)

1 ex “Her Last Appearance,” in Peters’ Musical Monthly, And United States Musical Review 3:2 (New-York, February 1869), “from Belgravia” : 49-52 (51) “Her Last Appearance” appeared later, “by the author of Lady Audley’s Secret” (M.E. Braddon, 1835-1915 *), in Belgravia Annual (vol. 31; Christmas 1876) : 61-73 2 snippet view ex The Lady’s Friend (1873) : 15 evidently Frances Hodgson Burnett (1849-1924 *) her Vagabondia : A Love Story (New York, 1891) : 286 (Boston, 1884) : 286 (hathitrust) 3 ex “The Story of Valentine; and his Brother.” Part VI. Blackwood’s Edinburgh Magazine vol. 115 (June 1874) : 713-735 (715) authored by Mrs. [Margaret] Oliphant (1828-97 *), see her The Story of Valentine (1875; Stereotype edition, Edinburgh and London, 1876) : 144 4 OCR confusions at Olive A. Wadsworth, “Little Pilkins,” in Sunday Afternoon : A Monthly Magazine for the Household vol. 2 (July-December 1878) : 73-81 (74) OAW “Only A Woman” was a pseudonym of Katharine Floyd Dana (1835-1886), see spoonercentral. Katharine Floyd Dana also authored Our Phil and Other Stories (Boston and New York, 1889) : here, about which, a passage from a bookseller's description — Posthumously published fictional sketches of “negro character,” first published in the Atlantic Monthly under the pseudonym Olive A. Wadsworth. The title story paints a picture of plantation life Dana experienced growing up on her family’s estate in Mastic, Long Island. Although a work of fiction set in Maryland, the character of Phil may of been named for a slave once jointly owned by the Floyds and a neighboring family. source see also the William Buck and Katherine Floyd Dana collection, 1666-1912, 1843-1910, New York State Historical Documents (researchworks). 5 OCR cross-column misread, at M(ary). H(artwell). Catherwood (1847-1902 *), “The Primitive Couple,” in Lippincott’s Magazine of Popular Literature and Science 36 (August 1885) : 138-146 (145) author of historical romances, short stories and poetry, and dubbed the “Parkman of the West,” her papers are at the Newberry Library (Chicago) 6 ex Marie Corelli (Mary Mackay; 1855-1924 *), Thelma, A Norwegian Princess: A Novel, Book II. The Land of Mockery. Chapter 12 (New Edition, London, 1888) : 432 7 preview snippet (only), at Ada Cambridge (1844-1926 *), Fidelis, a Novel ( “Cheap Edition for the Colonies and India,” 1895) : 289 full scan, (New York, 1895) : 261 born and raised in England, spent much of her life in Australia (died in Melbourne); see biography (and 119 of her poems) at the Australia Poetry Library in particular, the striking poems from Unspoken Thoughts (1887) here (Thomas Hardy comes to mind) 8 snippet view (only) at F(rances). F(rederica), Montrésor (1862-1934), At the Cross-Roads (London, 1897) : 297 but same page (and scan of entirety) at hathitrust see her entry At the Circulating Library (Database of Victorian Fiction 1837-1901) an interesting family. Montrésor’s The Alien: A Story of Middle Age (1901) is dedicated to her sister, C(harlotte). A(nnetta). Phelips (1858-1925), who was devoted to work for the blind. See entry in The Beacon, A Monthly magazine devoted to the interests of the blind (May 1925) a great-granddaughter of John Montresor (1737-99), a British military engineer and cartographer, whose colorful (and unconventional) life is sketched at wikipedia. 9 Alice H. Putnam, “An Open Letter,” in Kindergarten Review 9:5 (Springfield, Massachusetts; January 1899) : 325-326 Alice Putnam (1841-1919) opened the first private kindergarten in Chicago; Froebel principles... (wikipedia); see also “In Memory of Alice H. Putnam” in The Kindergarten-primary Magazine 31:7 (March 1919) : 187 (hathitrust) 10 OCR cross-column misread, at Mabel Nelson Thurston (1869?-1965?), “The Palmer Name,” in The Congregationalist and Christian World 86:30 (27 July 1901) : 134-135 author of religiously inflected books (seven titles at LC); first female admitted for entry at George Washington University (in 1888). GWU archives 11 OCR cross-column misread, at Margaret Grant, “The Romance of Kit Dunlop,” Beauty and Health : Woman’s Physical Development 7:6 (March 1904): 494-501 (499 and 500) the episodic story starts at 6:8 (November 1903) : 342 12 ex Marie van Vorst (1867-1936), “Amanda of the Mill,” The Bookman : An illustrated magazine of literature and life 21 (April 1905) : 190-209 (191) “writer, researcher, painter, and volunteer nurse during World War I.” wikipedia 13 ex Maude Morrison Huey, “A Change of Heart,” in The Interior (The sword of the spirit which is the Word of God) 36 (Chicago, April 20, 1905) : 482-484 (483) little information on Huey, who is however mentioned in Paula Bernat Bennett, her Poets in the Public Sphere : The Emancipatory Project of American Women's Poetry, 1800-1900 (2003) : 190 14 ex Leila Burton Wells, “The Lesser Stain,” The Smart Set, A Magazine of Cleverness 19:3 (July 1906) : 145-154 (150) aside — set in the Philippines, where “The natives were silent, stolid, and uncompromising.” little information on Wells, some of whose stories found their way to the movie screen (see IMDB) The Smart Set ran from March 1900-June 1930; interesting story (and decline): wikipedia 15 OCR cross-column misread, at Josephine Daskam Bacon (1876-1961 *), “The Hut in the Wood: A Tale of the Bee Woman and the Artist,” in Collier’s, The National Weekly 41:12 (Saturday, June 13, 1908) : 12-14 16 ex E. H. Young, A Corn of Wheat (1910) : 90 Emily Hilda Daniell (1880-1949), novelist, children’s writer, mountaineer, suffragist... wrote under the pseudonym E. H. Young. (wikipedia) 17 ex Mary Heaton Vorse (1874-1966), “The Engagements of Jane,” in Woman’s Home Companion (May 1912) : 17-18, 92-93 Illustrated by Florence Scovel Shinn (1871-1940, artist and book illustrator who became a New Thought spiritual teacher and metaphysical writer in her middle years. (wikipedia)) Mary Heaton Vorse — journalist, labor activist, social critic, and novelist. “She was outspoken and active in peace and social justice causes, such as women's suffrage, civil rights, pacifism (such as opposition to World War I), socialism, child labor, infant mortality, labor disputes, and affordable housing.” (wikipedia). 18 ex snippet view, at “Voices,” by Runa, translated for the Companion by W. W. K., in Lutheran Companion 20:3 (Rock Island, Illinois; Saturday, January 20, 1912) : 8 full view at hathitrust same passage in separate publication as Voices, By Runa (pseud. of E. M. Beskow), from the Swedish by A. W. Kjellstrand (Rock Island, Illinois, 1912) : 292 E(lsa). M(aartman). Beskow (1874-1953), Swedish author and illustrator of children’s books (Voices seems rather for older children); see wikipedia 19 ex Fannie Hurst (1885-1968 *), “The Good Provider,” in The Saturday Evening Post 187:1 (August 15, 1914) : 12-16, 34-35 20 OCR cross-column misread, at Anne O’Hagan, “Gospels of Hope for Women: A few new creeds, all of them modish—but expensive” in Vanity Fair (February 1915) : 32 Anne O’Hagan Shinn (1869-1933) — feminist, suffragist, journalist, and writer of short stories... “known for her writings detailing the exploitation of young women working as shop clerks in early 20th Century America... O’Hagan participated in several collaborative fiction projects...” (wikipedia) a mention of St. Anselm, whose “sittings” are free, vis-à-vis “Swami Bunkohkahnanda”... “Universal Harmonic Vibrations”... 21 OCR cross-column misread (three columns), at Fannie Hurst (1885-1968 *), “White Goods” (Illustrations by May Wilson Preston) in Metropolitan Magazine 42:3 (July 1915) : 19-22, 53 repeated, different source and without OCR misread, at 24 below 22 ex Mary Patricia Willcocks, The Sleeping Partner (London, 1919) : 47 (snippet only) full at hathitrust see onlinebooks for this and other of her titles. something on Mary Patricia Willcocks (1869-1952) at ivybridge-heritage. in its tone and syntax, her prose brings Iris Murdoch to mind. 23 Katharine Wendell Pedersen, “Clingstones, A week in a California cannery.” in New Outlook vol. 124 (February 4, 1920) : 193-194 no information about the author. the journal began life as The Christian Union (1870-1893) and continued under the new title into 1928; it ceased publication in 1935; it was devoted to social and political issues, and was against Bolshevism (wikipedia) 24 ex Fannie Hurst (1885-1968 *), “White Goods,” in her Humoresque : A Laugh on Life with a Tear Behind it (1919, 1920) : 126-169 (155) 25 ex snippet view, at Letters and poems of Queen Elisabeth (Carmen Sylva), with an introduction and notes by Henry Howard Harper. Volume 2 (of 2; Boston, Printed for members only, The Bibliophile society, 1920) : 51 (hathitrust) Carmen Sylva was “the pen name of Elisabeth, queen consort of Charles I, king of Rumania” (1843-1916 *) 26 OCR cross-column misread, at Ruth Comfort Mitchell, “Corduroy” (Part Three; Illustrated by Frederick Anderson), in Woman’s Home Companion 49:8 (August 1922) : 21-23, 96-97 (hathitrust) Ruth Comfort Mitchell Young (1882-1954), poet, dramatist, etc., and owner of a remarkable house (in a “Chinese” style) in Los Gatos, California (wikipedia) 27 Helen Otis, “The Christmas Waits,” in Woman’s Home Companion 49:12 (Christmas 1922) : 36 probably Helen Otis Lamont (1897-1993), about whom little is found, save this “Alumna Interview: Helen Otis Lamont, Class of 1916” (Packer Collegiate Institute, Brooklyn, 1988) at archive.org (Brooklyn Historical Society)

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prompted by : recent thoughts about respiration (marshes, etc.); Pfizer round-one recovery focus on the shape of one breath, then another; inhalation, exhalation and the pleasure of breathing; and for whom last breaths are no pleasure (far from it); last breaths (Robert Seelthaler The Field (2021) in the background).

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shachaai · 3 years

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I don't know... Could you do a post with some of your favorite Fanfictions? (your Hetalia Fanfictions ❤️ I really like to read your work) thank you 😘

This is a bit all over the place and there is a lot of (fem!)England-centric fic, because apparently I’m a messy one-trick pony. =w=;;;

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Gods AU

First and foremost I want to say some of my favourite hetalia writing has been done for the Gods AU that is/was a shared baby between Hoof, Eden and myself (with a few pieces by some very kind babysitters over the years as well). It’s a heavily engport-centric AU, where Portugal (Lusus) is the God of the Underworld and England (Albion) his somewhat volatile spouse. It’s an ensemble cast and most of the characters are deities of some kind, and is heavy on pretty scenery, stupid families, and tragic love. Also there’s a bunch of fluff and ancient historical/mythological-style smut - in both writing and art. (The art, obviously, is Very Not Mine.)

Nationverse

No Quarter: A bet tumbles the four of them into bed. (They would've done it even without the bet.)

England/Portugal/F!England/F!Portugal

Historical, Fluff and Smut, Nationverse but if both the regular cast and nyos existed in the same universe

Chapters 1/4, 2,739 words

Ok, this one is a WIP, but the single chapter that there is so far can actually standalone, and contains four idiots being both Incredibly Sexy and Incredibly Stupid. I really like how I handled their dynamics here, and the ebb and flow of control between them.

Small But Golden: France and England watch a meteor shower together.

France/England - though it can be read as either friendship or romance (or both)

Oneshot, 1,285 words

Honestly, this one just made the list because it’s got one of my favourite stupid endings to a fruk fic I’ve written. These two old farts will bicker about anything, and they’re both so smug whenever they feel like they’re ‘winning’ - it makes it even more fun to write about them cocking up.

For A Muse of Fire: I’m cheating, because this is my F!England Nationverse collection, but all of its works are very dear to me one way or another. Particular favourites for me though are:

Sweet Dear Tempting Mischiefs: Whitehall, England. May, 1672. Two young people, Nations, so in love they're ridiculous. And, fancy clothes be damned, romantically having sex up against a tree.

Fem!England/Portugal

Oneshot, 13,851 words

This is my fic where there is a lot of pretty clothing and flirting, and f!England and Portugal are very, very soft and smitten with each other. And also they go horse-riding and then fuck up against a tree.

One of my tags on AO3 for this fic is ‘there’s a war on in the background and you wouldn’t be able to tell’, and that’s about everything you need to know about this fic after the pretty clothes, outdoor sex, and fluff.

Queen of the Golden River: Hong Kong, Peking, Calcutta, Suez, Paris and London. 1859-1861. It shouldn’t be so difficult to throw a grand Christmas party for everyone, should it, not if you are the glorious empire that rules the world?

Chapter 1 features F!England and France (implied fruk) with a young Hong Kong, in Hong Kong, discussing the Opium Wars and China

Chapter 2 features F!England and Scotland with a young Australia and New Zealand, in Victoria (Australia)

Chapters 2/?, 9,591 words

Another WIP, but I think both of the chapters that already exist stand well as individual timestamp pieces, and I think they’re worth a read for the historical dynamics at the time.

A stupid amount of research went into just these two chapters, and I think they’re great if you like imperialistic conniving, awful romances and seriously dysfunctional families.

Fruits of Immortality: France, England, and apples through the ages.

France/England, also featuring young America and Sealand

Oneshot, 2,800 words

This is just a series of snapshots of England and France through the eons around the theme of ‘apples’ - originally written as a gift for suddenlyapples. XD;;; It’s very soft and sweet, and features young England and France bickering about a dragon that eats shoes. (One of my favourite arguments that I’ve written for those two.)

AUs

A Star Is Moving Somewhere: Elaine has unexpected leave for the holidays. Julia didn’t expect Elaine to offer to spend it with her.

F!England/F!Prussia, F!Germany, Germany’s dogs (F!England/France and America mentioned)

A human AU featuring: Christmas nonsense but if the background is a futuristic space opera? (F!England is the captain of a spaceship.) Open relationships (the fruk in this are engaged to be married as a power alliance, but F!England is dating/sleeping with F!Prussia, and France is sleeping with America. Everyone knows and consents to this).

Oneshot, 4,195 words

Sob, I just think this is a really good piece of my own writing? Plus the ~sexy moment~ descends into funny chaos, and I personally love wrecking a potential sex scene like that.

The Little Fox and its sequel Kitsune-mochi

A supernatural AU based upon a switch of canon Halloween costumes between Japan and England.

Vampire!Kiku adapts to suddenly becoming a vampire, and befriends baby kitsune!Arthur.

I don’t have a wordcount for these because I’ve not crossposted them to AO3 (yet) but they’re both just short pieces of fluff.

Nothing Can Hurt You Here: a spaport oneshot I wrote as a gift for Trevo and Lunie for their Game of Thrones AU. Lunie has since wiped her stuff, I think, but Trevo’s tag for the AU still exists.

Oneshot, no word count available

IDEK, I just like how I wrote about the scenery and their wordplay. Hedonists.

Wealh: The sharp thegn Coenwulf has just wed an uncanny wife, everyone agrees, a strange, competent but difficult woman. How vexing it is then, to be the foolish slave that loves her.

A human AU set in 7th century Anglo-Saxon England

F!England/F!France with incidental F!England/Netherlands, Belgium, Liechtenstein, Monaco and a few others

Oneshot, 31,006 words according to my notes on this (but I haven’t counted again since then)

Head’s up, this one was written for an event where I was assigned to write a tragedy and it deals with some serious topics such as slavery, but it’s seventh century femslash, I’m still so proud of it? I wanna add more to this story before it ever makes it to AO3, but it’s very far down my priorities, and I am intensely proud of everything there is for it already. (Also I think the NedEng parts are hot. /SHRUG)

#calhau-defumado #Shacha fic #I really hope the formatting on this works; it's taken a long time to sort out #ETA: nope - the formatting broke

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skippyv20 · 3 years

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Hi Skippy, hope you and your family are having a lovely Christmas. I’m responding to the anon asking about the traditional Christmas pudding & if we have them in other CW countries. Here in Australia many families still have them. My husband’s grandmother makes a big pudding for the family to share on Christmas Day. She hides the old Australian coins that were used before 1966, when Australia’s currency was based on the Imperial pounds, shilling & pence instead of the current Australian dollar. She puts a threepence & sixpence coin & whomever finds them gets a little gag gift. She then gives each family a small pudding to take home w/ them. Some of the other desserts we have at our family party are pavlovas, mince pies, shortbread biscuits, plus loads of fresh fruit, especially cherries since they are in season at this time. Because the weather is hot here, my husband’s family tends to just eat cold meats, smoked salmon and salads. However, when it’s our turn to host Christmas, I always make hot food. I roast a chicken, a huge glazed ham along with loads of roast veggies, several salads & home made bread. We had a quiet Christmas this year, watched movies & just grazed on food throughout the day. Have a good night Skippy! Sending you lots of love. 🎄🎄🎅🤶🥰😍😘😽🤗🌷💕💕💕💖

Thank you for sharing...sounds lovely....we too do shortbread....and butter tarts....sounds like a perfect day today! Love to you!😊❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

#Ask Skippy #submission

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faedawayyy · 3 years

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I WANT THE SKI LODGE/THIS CHRISTMAS TO REALLY KICK OFF ALL OF MY CHARACTERS IN INTERESTING AND NEW AND DIFFERENT DIRECTIONS. LIKE I WANT TO REVIVE THE RP DAYS WHERE WE WEREN’T SO SCARED ABOUT KEEPING SHIPS AND MORE INTERESTED IN BEING DRAMATIC HOES AND HAVING AMAZING CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT. SO LMK IF ANY OF THESE SUIT YOU? BUT ALSO PLS DON’T JUST TAKE ALL THE GUY ONES.

THIS IS POST 1: CHARACTERS THAT I CONSIDER O.G’S AND I’M TAKING THEM IN DIRECTIONS THAT MAAAAAYYYYYYBEEEE AREN’T AS STEREOTYPICAL...VERY FEW OF THESE INVOLVE LIKE, CHEATING OR SLEEPING AROUND.

DALLAS

he’s had a good 3 years of being in relationship and girl drama and having that just doesn’t...make sense...anymore? like him and zara definitely have things they need to work through but i think he’s found someone he really likes and isn’t even looking into everybody else.

HOWEVER, now that he’s with her, i think his family’s financial situation will become even more desperate bc they’re bankrupt and the calloway’s are like r i c h. so....

- SOMEONE HE’S LOANING A LOT OF $$$ FROM: yes, he makes lots from his singing career but his parents are in huge debt and on top of that, there’s margo’s rehab fees and spending problem. everything dallas has earned since his first album has gone to fixing his family and it just hasn’t happened yet. maybe he reaches out to someone over christmas for a big loan and they give it to him, without realising he has literally no plans on paying them back. if they’re going to be nice about it, i dont want it. i want tension w this. - DIRTY WORK: he’s obviously been a drug dealer before. i’m happy for him to go down that route but again, anyone who is maybe from a sketchy family, dallas would be happy to do their dirty work for them if the price is right. maybe someone knows his family’s situation and takes advantage of this. again, i rly don’t want people being really nice about it.

BRODY

he’s obviously, officially a dad now. i don’t think the pressure is getting to him, but the whole idea that this is his life forever definitely is. i’m always on the fence with him because he LOVES disney and nobody comes close. affairs just seem a bit old for him, but he still definitely fucks up now and then and i think i’m going to give him a bit of a partying/being out/spending addiction. sooooooo....

- PEOPLE WHO PARTY/GO OUT WITH HIM: think like, wolf of wallstreet or ‘the man’ music video by taylor swift. i think fake friends would definitely come in to play here - people who know he’s wealthy and take advantage of that to have really good nights out and tempt him to just blow tons of money on shit. ALSO, people using him for publicity and maybe people who sell stories about the wild nights out he has and how much he fucks up/isn’t a great father figure atm. - FRIENDS WHO COVER FOR HIM - TAKEN BY LEO: they don’t care enough to get him to fix up, but they definitely act as alibi’s and help him to avoid getting into too much shit with disney.

MASON

i’m reaaalllly liking the idea of mason maybe not being as perfect as he appears on the surface. i think that has slowly started this year but hasn’t been as dramatic as it possibly COULD be. he also has the whole secret of knowing james is alive and nothing has come of that yet, so these are the two directions i want to take him down. SoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO......

- ALLEGED MISTRESSES/FLINGS: mason isn’t brody or leo and it is just natural to him to stay loyal and committed to the person he’s with and obviously, he loves kendall. however, i do think he has a lot of unfinished business with exes (we could also develop new ones if they’re not exes already). we could maybe plot about him rebuilding his relationship with them but it gets misinterpreted and it’s made out as if he’s cheating or something when rly it’d be completely innocent. - SOMEONE WHO CATCHES HIM WITH JAMES AT A SECRET LOCATION - TAKEN BY GISELE: i’d love this one more than ^^^^^^^^ tbh! it’s obviously a hUGE secret that james is alive and mason knows his family won’t forgive him for keeping it a secret if he finds out. this could definitely bring out the nastier side of him and i think he’d even go as far as to blackmail somebody or pay to keep them quiet. we can develop it!

BLAKE

i struggle SO much with blake because he really is unproblematic. he can be a bit of an idiot but he’s not really into drugs, HE’D NEVER CHEAT, HE’S WITH THE LOVE OF HIS ACTUAL LIFE, and he’s pretty honest and kind for the most part. i’ve had a think, though, and i’ve came up with some of these. SOOOOO.... - MUSIC DRAMA: blake loves 5SOS but i also think his unique style of music is so different from the bands and he’s going to try and explore that in 2021. i kind of want him to work with other artists in the industry and lots of different drama could come out of this: >> tension with the other 5sos boys and maybe fans who start to fuel rumours that he’s leaving when he isn’t >> rivalries with some of the more established male artists. dallas would be great for this BUT he’s mine lol >> song-writing credits/arguments. maybe he writes with someone and they don’t feel like they’ve been given enough credit for how much they helped him. i’m very reluctant to do anything with blake’s personal life just bc that really isn’t him. AT THE VERY MOST, maybe some ex relationships for him to base his solo songs around.

HENSLEY

MY BABY IS ENGAGED. WHEN I TELL YOU I THINK I SHED A TEAR FOR HER LAST NIGHT, I’M NOT LYING. SHE’S SPENT THIS WHOLE RP PUSHING PEOPLE AWAY JUST TO BE LIKE “I TOLD YOU SO”....BUT !!!!!!! THINGS ARE CHANGING. ok, here are some ideas i have. these will take a little bit more development but still have a lot of potential. - AN OLD (TOXIC) FRIENDSHIP REVIVING: there was a time like pre-st judes where hensley was quite off the rails. LIKE, she’d go out, get drunk/high, just not go home for days and i think this all came down to losing autumn in such a weird way....maybe she gets closer to that person again, and they’re a pretty bad influence? i feel like this would put a big strain on all of her healthier relationships. she’ll definitely not stay in the toxic place forever but maybe this friend is kinda passive aggressive like: “oh? you’re getting married? that’s very...not you.” and stuff. maybe they come from a challenging background too and they were each other’s support systems but it wasn’t a healthy relationship. we could build this up! - ANY OF EVAN’S EXES/FLINGS: LISTEN BECAUSE SHE IS JUST SO CONVINCED SHE’S NOT THAT EASY TO LOVE, she does find any ex of evan’s threatening no matter what is said or how long ago it was. it’d be interesting to see how that develops bc i think f x f relationships are where hensley’s flaws surface more.

ISSY (TW: RAPE)

OKAY SO PSA: issy is still ruby’s sister but nadine and i have decided to send it back to ruby not knowing that because it was a lot more interesting when it was still a secret. ISSY is still a mum and happy with levi and building her life back up from how damaged it became with her adoptive father in australia. SOOOOO.... - THE FACT SHE’S RUBY’S SISTER - TAKEN BY KENDALL: somebody she opens up to but they’re like “lol ok whatever...no you’re not” and rather than helping her, they think there’s something wrong with her and try to keep her away from ruby bc they think she’s doing it for attention or she’s just some kind of stalker? this would make her feel even less sure about telling ruby. MAYBE said person can kind of tell others that she’s obsessed and it becomes a thing around the academy for a while... - BABY PLOTS: there’s been quite a lot of babies being born. I’D LOVE to do something that maybe gets carried into next gen. maybe issy brings avery on a lot of play dates (when he’s a bit older) with another baby and they jokingly talk about setting their children up? then in next gen, it’ll obviously be up to meg how avery feels about it?

#save #pLOTS

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Hey Mystery I was wondering if I could ask you something. (if that’s ok) What is the meaning behind Halloween?,In Australia some people do celebrate it,and then some few others don’t answer the door or say not interested.But some people still do the holiday here for fun ps-When I was younger I got lots of lollies and some people gave me chip packets and coins if they had none xD (I’m gonna go with my younger cousins this Halloween. ^w^)

🎃Oh man! That sounds a lot of fun! I hope that you stay safe on your rounds with your cousin this year! 🎃

To begin, we have to keep in mind that Halloween, or All Hallow’s Eve as it was called before, does have different cultural meanings and practices around the world. Halloween in America will be different from Mexico, Mexico would be different from Ireland and Britain. The do takes nods to the root of the practice, but they do have different cultural customs.

Halloween was meant to be a GOOD thing, not a BAD thing.

Think of it when the holidays come forward in December and we talk about the cultural relevance to Santa Claus/Kris Kringle/Father Christmas. Sometimes he’s seen as a portly man in red jackets, other times he depicted as a tall elf I sh man in a green coat that drags a sleigh with toys and has a single deer accompany him. (Saint Nicolas was a real Saint from Turkey in the 3rd and 4th century CE that did deliver goods to the poor. He was a wealthy man that used his inherited money to buy clothes, food, and toys to give to poor families. Sometimes he’d leave some coins in a bag and left it inside their homes or on the doorsteps.). The interpretations of Saint Nicholas vary from country to country today, as well as celebrating the holiday in general.

Back to my point: Halloween, just like Christmas, has different meanings and interpretations that vary around the world.

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The beginning of Halloween can be traced by the Celts in Ireland and part of England:

During that period of time, the Druids used Hallows Eve as a way to light bonfires, wear ceremonial costume, and dance to ward off evil spirits while bringing forth the good. This practice was called “Samhain,” (sow-win), which takes recognition that within this realm and other realms of higher powers, there were good spirits and bad spirits. Samhain took place during the quarter half of the year when it was the darkest. The Celts would make animal sacrifices, collect their harvest, and make wooden wheels to set on fire representing the sun. It was believed that if this practice wasn’t done each year, then they’d all burn in a place similar to Hell and be cures with evil spirits forever.

In Rome, when the Celts were conquered, saw that they could combine some of the harvest traditions with the own Roman Gods and Goddesses. Samhain in Rome was used to honor Pomona (goddess of fruits and trees) by bobbing for apples. They also used this day to pay respect for lives that have moved on.

In England, when monasticism took over, Samhain was to be used as a way to honor the saints—similar to Feast Day for those who are of Catholic and Christian belief—if the Christian belief and spent three days celebrating their life and achievements: October 31st to November 2nd. Samhain is taught again with the Celts that existed in the 11th century. These groups of Celts tried to bring back their old roots that were taught by Druids—Druids were the only ones in Celtic culture/societies that could record history and teachings—then it was taken over again. Christian belief entwined with Celtic beliefs and created, “All Souls Day.” On this day, it was to honor the dead spirits, the good ones, and dressed up in costumes to ward off the bad demons. There were parades and bonfires as well, which was another three day ceremony. Then we have “All Saints Day,” which ties into All Souls Day. All Saints Day is the preparations made for All Souls Day, like Halloween Eve. (Yes, that’s a thing). It was more of a prep day for the holiday, which was widely celebrated by Celtic traditions.

In the United States of America, where I am from, Halloween does have a biblical meaning to it that’s lost its grasp over time.

In the USA, the day of Hallows Eve was meant to be the reflection of All Souls Day, but it had a twist to it. Hallows Eve was only practiced in one state at the time, not really popular. When the Americans invaded Native American territory, the Native American traditions meshed with the European Christian belief. This was when we celebrated the harvest, told stories of the dead, sang and danced, and did fortune telling. There had been times recorded where Colonies told scary stories to others just to scare the living hell out of people into doing good deeds. Around the 19th century here, during our Industrial Revolution and the beginning of the 20th century, we had a sudden boom in activity where people around the world colonized in the Americas. This brought All Souls Day and Samhain as well.

During this time, the Americans took the practice of All Souls Day, Samhain, and Hallows Eve to dress up in costume and go door-to-door to beg for food and money. Eventually it became the norm to do so in American, thus creating this strong tradition of handing out some money or food. There were also some ties in America where this practice of telling stories of “evil” deemed you as a witch, thus having people believe that witches were among the settlers and people burned at the stake. The food begging, dressing up in costume, and going door-to-door was kept during the harvest part of Fall.

Tricks came around for those who didn’t give these costumes people food. Such as creepy stories told to them that heeded warning. Kids and adults took part in this activity, that’s what made it popular. In the early 20th century, when it was common to dress up and “curse” people with stories, parents took to media and asked them to tone down the cursing and the scaring of families so more could participate. With this, the creepy and religious side of it was taken out completely.

All Hallows’ Eve was meant to be a good thing in religious terms, especially for the Celts when it came to honoring the harvest and chasing away bad luck. The skeletons and ghosts part of it didn’t come until much, much later. And that, my dear, is where the practice came from.

I hope that this answers your question, friend!🙂🎃

Sources:

Samhain History!

Halloween, 2020!

#mystery anon #off topic #I am an anthropologist

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new2fivesauce · 4 years

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Please Don’t Regret Me - 6. The L in CALM

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This feels like a filler chapter instead of what I had intended to be the last. So with that being said, there will be one and final chapter of Please Don’t Regret Me and I hope this one doesn’t suck to much. Thanks!

The early morning’s first rays of sunlight eased their way into Nelle’s LA hotel room. The drum and bass heavy beginning notes of The Black Keys’ Dead and Gone startled Nelle out of her sleep.

“Fuck” she groaned as she tried to turn her stiff body towards the nightstand where her phone was continuing to play the alarm. Through her hazy and clearly hungover mind, she wondered why she couldn’t move her lower body. It wasn’t until she looked under the covers through groggy eyes to see an arm was holding her down by her waist. Her amber eyes followed the arm to the rest of the body. Luke was turned to her, blonde curls covering his face, light snores excelling from him. She heaved his arm off of her and made haste with shutting off her alarm. Her head was pounding as she got up from the bed. She held onto the nightstand when her body swayed gently, her balance totally askew. It was almost like a Ninja Warrior obstacle course just to get to the bathroom.

Nelle emerged from the bathroom almost an hour later. A towel wrapped around her head, another around her body, her mind now somewhat clearer than it had been when she first opened her eyes. She tiptoed around as she got dressed, brushed the tangles out her hair, and did concealer around her dark circles. Just as she had started packing up her belongings, Luke began to stir in his sleep. She froze mid action while putting last night’s clothes in her luggage.

She hadn't realized she was holding her breath until he positioned himself into a more comfortable spot.

Suddenly, Luke startled awake. Nelle jumped and squeaked in surprise but he hadn't seemed to see or hear her. Luke rubbed his eyes quickly, then used his hands to pat the comforter around him.

"Nelle?" He uttered in complete sadness and confusion, his head hanging down. Nelle cleared her throat and the blond boy in front of her shot his head up so fast he almost hit it on the headboard. He smiled lazily in her direction as he ran a hand through his curls. "Hey." He said.

Nelle returned the greeting and tried to smile back but she was sure it came out as a grimace. Luke didn't even seem to notice. He was just in awe of the girl who he had spent the night with. Even when she excused herself to gather something from the bathroom, he made sure to keep his eyes on her. It took a few times of Nelle folding clothes and walking around her room for Luke to finally become aware of what was happening.

"W-what are you doing?" He stuttered. She finished folding a white t-shirt that Luke immediately recognized. She put it down gently on top of a small pile of clothes at the edge of the bed.

"My flight is at 12. I'm about to head out. Don't worry though, the room is good until two, but if you need it for longer, just call the front desk. My card is on file; It’ll be fine." She said so nonchalantly that Luke could only gape at her. She gestured to the folded clothes. "Change of clothes." She added. "This was still in my suitcase from the last tour."

Luke scoffed. If Nelle heard it, she pretended not to. "I'm returning your Zeppelin shirt too." Her eyes flickered to the white shirt that was on top of the stack.

When Luke didn't say anything, Nelle took it as her cue to leave. She hated being late, especially to the airport. As she turned to her suitcase, Luke finally spoke.

"So that's it then?" He questioned, in anger. He wished he hadn't slept naked because he felt this was a conversation he needed to be standing for. He didn't know where his clothes were and he didn't want to seem like a klutz getting out of bed so he stayed put.

Nelle halted just a bit away from the bed and faced the singer.

She shrugged her shoulders. "Isn't that all you wanted?" She knew it wasn’t, but she felt that that was all she could give him at the moment. He was a fucking celebrity and with the release of Youngblood, he was more popular than ever.

Nelle immediately regretted her comeback as soon as Luke's blue eyes closed and he turned his head away to compose himself.

"I have to go. I never said I was going to stay." Nelle tried to reason.

Luke eyed her suspiciously though his eyes looked like glassy orbs through the tears he was struggling to hold in. "So you’re not even going to try to make this work?

“I’m not sure what you’re trying to make work, Luke.” she calmly stated but her hand tightened on the handle of her suitcase. Luke shook his head. “If you have something to say… then just say it. I’m not going to try to figure you out or put words in your mouth.”

When Luke didn’t say anything, just stared at Nelle with the coldest blue eyes she’s ever seen, she turned away and left.

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**3 months later, New York**

The months had passed slowly and drab. Winter always felt so long, so cold, so depressing… If anyone would have told Nelle that after Christmas, New York went from magical to just another cold day, she would have hopped on the first plane to Australia… but no one had and she had missed her chance to visit her family. This wasn’t her first Christmas that she’d gone without spending it with her family, but all those other times, she’d at least had “the boys.”

She sighed as she waltzed around her kitchen, putting the finishing touches on her and Sasha’s spaghetti dinner. Sasha would come prancing in any minute now from yet another photo shoot. Nelle had kept busy since returning from tour with her online Yale classes, a few small side jobs as a book intern, manager at a coffee cafe, and a PA at several various businesses, but nothing ever stuck. She wasn’t going to lie… she missed the touring. She thought retirement from the music world would be relief. Now all she had was this itch to zoom to and from places, literally schedule everything down to Michael’s next breath, use her customer service voice on asshats who thought they knew better, and best of all, spending every second of her time with four of the noisiest, fartiest, annoyingest boys.

Her thoughts lingered on Luke for a brief moment. She tried not to think too much about him. After leaving him naked in LA, they had shared a few intense, mostly one word, text messages and then zilch. He couldn’t find the words to express his feelings, which confounded Nelle because he was a damn songwriter and had written all these love songs for the band, yet, when it came to expressing how he felt towards her all he had to say was You should have stayed.

She wasn’t necessarily heartbroken, but she ached for him and his hair and his scent and their late night conversations and Brooklyn Nine-Nine marathons and dumb pranks on Calum.

Nelle was plating their food when she heard the lock of her apartment door jiggle and then turn loudly. Sasha dashed in, her heavy winter coat already falling off her body as she went through the door. Sasha slammed the door behind her, dropping her purse, phone, and whatever else onto her coat.

“Hey Hey!” she greeted quickly as she ran towards the bathroom in Nelle’s bedroom. “Sorry! Subway took forever! And you know how I feel about public restrooms!” Nelle heard Sasha call out from the distance. She chuckled as she went over to pick up her friend’s items from the floor.

Plates full of spaghetti and meatballs, glasses of wine, and the next episode of Gossip Girl was ready by the time Sasha emerged from the bedroom. She walked slowly in a daze and plopped down on the sofa next to Nelle. Nelle grabbed the remote from next to her and was about to start the show, when her friend quickly took the remote from Nelle.

“If you want to watch something else, just say so… I thought we were going to start season four today.” Nelle grumbled before slurping a forkful of noodles in her mouth. Sasha didn’t respond, just reached into the hoodie she’d put on in Nelle’s room, and pulled out two boxes.

It took more than a second or two for Nelle to realize what she was looking at.

“I wasn’t snooping, I swear!” Sasha began. “I was just looking for a tampon… and I found these.” Sasha looked down at the boxes of pregnancy tests she was holding. “Is there something you want to tell me?” she asked cautiously, taking a quick glance at Nelle’s stomach and back up to her amber eyes.

The brunette sighed as she placed her plate of food down on the coffee table. She sat up straight afterwards facing Sasha, her best friend and closest confidant…

"I'm sorry." Nelle started, dropping her head. Her waves tumbled forward, covering her embarrassed face. "It was just a scare. I panicked when it was nearly two months since having my period and I might have missed a day or two of my birth control while we were on tour. I bought a ton of tests and took like three of them.

"I got mixed results and I went to the doctor. She confirmed that I wasn't and the positive ones could have been faulty or expired tests. Turns out CVS doesn't always toss their expired pregnancy tests.

"I changed to an IUD though. So that's a plus. No kids for me for another five years… maybe. But I didn't tell you because it was nothing to worry about. And I didn't want to deal with the reactions."

Nelle nervously looked up, peering through her hair to peek at Sasha. Sasha was still as stone, almost like a Greek statue.

"My reactions?" Sasha questioned, her head slightly tilting to the right.

Nelle nodded.

"Yeah… you know… the mixed reactions of disappointment in whether you are or aren't or happy because you are… or aren't. I came out negative and I was happy. I just… I don't know." Nelle hung her head again, defeated. "I just didn’t think it was anything to tell and honestly, I forgot to throw away the extra tests."

Sasha shrugged her shoulders. Nelle could see her friend trying to work her situation in her head and thought that the subject was dropped when Sasha started scarfing down her food and the next episode of Gossip Girl.

It was halfway into the episode that Sasha suddenly paused the show and turned to Nelle, her eyebrows furrowed deeply with concern.

"Okay, I'm fine with your decision to not have told me. I'm sure if you were, it would have been different circumstances blah, blah, blah. I'm curious though. Why would you think you were preggo though? I haven't seen you with anyone in… well… forever. And I know you didn't hook up with that Daniel guy."

Nelle shrugged her shoulders, leaving a confused expression on Sasha’s face. Sasha then looked around the room suddenly, trying to find anything out of place or something that didn’t look like Nelle’s interior style.

“You haven’t had sex in ages… probably since you were in One Direction tabloid news for dating Zayn… Are you seeing someone?! Please don’t tell me it was a roadie guy!”

Nelle laughed, shaking her head at the same time at her friend’s ridiculous accusation.

“No, it was not a roadie… Honestly, I didn’t think anything was going to happen. We’re so restricted about our feelings, but the tension is always there. I thought before I departed the first time, with us rooming together all the time, maybe one of us would finally spill the beans about our feelings, but it never happened. Then Ash had his party and Luke was just there. Maybe it was the drinking or maybe in that moment… or moments, if you know what I mean, I just didn’t care. But we haven’t really spoken since. I kind of did walk out on him. He wanted me to stay, but I didn’t want to. He makes it seems like I owe it to him to stay and follow him around everywhere; could be because I did that for fucking years… but that was my damn job. It wouldn’t fucking hurt him to do the same for me. He’s just as capable of following me across the country as I am for him.”

Nelle gulped in some air, not sure where the sudden rush of words had come from, but Sasha had nothing to say in that moment. All she could do was gape at her. Her mouth wide open, her eyes almost popped out their sockets.

With a hand over her mouth, Sasha mumbled “shit” about five times, then let out a laugh. The girl cackled for a minute, making Nelle scoot away from her awkwardly.

“Fuckin’ hell. Nelle… fucking Luke?!” Sasha began, a short chortle escaped her mouth again. “I knew it. You were acting hella weird on the plane ride back. You totally ignored the group chat when Ash sent that pic of those lacy undies asking Who the hell had sex in my laundry room?!. Any time Cal facetimes and Luke is in the background, you suddenly have something to do in another room. You stare at his texts for waaaaay too long before typing something and then deleting it only to answer back with one or two words. I should have paid more attention. Fuck, dude.”

“It was one night, Sash. It was the best fucking night ever. And I don’t know what to do. I’m acting like he barely exists because he can’t tell how he feels about me. I see it on his face, I see it in some of his actions, but he can’t ever just tell me ‘Nelle, I like you… like I like you, like you!’” Nelle felt a hard lump in her throat and tried to sniffle it away. “I lied to you when I said that he didn’t write any songs on Youngblood about me. Calum confirmed half that shit is about me, written and recorded that very day I quit on them.”

Sasha reached over, taking Nelle’s hands in her’s. She pressed on them gently, rubbing small circles with her thumbs for comfort. Her eyes were sympathetic.

“I’m sorry, kid.” she said softly. “I don’t know how I can make this better.”

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**Australia**

It was December and the start of summer. Calum sighed as he adjusted himself on his couch, another episode of some documentary he had on for noise had just begun. He wondered how his girlfriend was faring. He knew New York was cold and he hadn’t understood why she was so insistent on remaining there for the holidays, but he sensed maybe it had to do with not wanting to leave Nelle by herself.

Speaking of Nelle, he had barely talked to her in the weeks since she had left LA after Ashton’s party. She wasn’t cold-shouldering him. He knew there was something keeping her distant, he just couldn’t pinpoint it. He had asked Sasha, but she had no idea herself either.

Calum looked towards the wall that separated his side of the duplex he shared with Nelle. Another sigh escaped his lips before there was a knock on his front door. Calum lazily swung his body off his couch. He adjusted his basketball shorts before opening the door.

Luke, curls a long, yellow mess, dark circles under his eyes, wrinkled clothes, was on the other side of the door. Calum didn’t say anything, just stepped aside to let the taller fellow in. Calum, like every other day that Luke came over in this state, went to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water while the blond made himself comfortable on Calum’s couch.

When Calum returned to the living room, Luke had taken over the couch he had been on, switching the channels on the television. He set the glass on the coffee table in the middle of the room. Luke eyed it, but made no attempt to take a drink.

This was becoming a new norm for them since they returned to Australia. Ashton still remained in LA and Michael was doing some traveling for another week, not sure where his next stop was going to be.

“How was therapy?” Calum asked, starting small talk, as he took the couch adjacent to the one Luke was laying on. Luke shrugged his shoulders. “Did you even go?” he asked, concerned.

“Yeah.” Luke answered softly, not letting his eyes flicker off the TV. “Same as last week. Doc says I’m in a void since we’re not touring. I don’t know how to keep myself busy.”

Calum raised an eyebrow, letting his eyes roam his friend’s attire. Luke was wearing a t-shirt that he recognized from Nelle’s wardrobe, shorts that were extremely wrinkled, and a pair of converse with unmatched socks.

“Did she also comment on how you haven’t changed out that outfit for two weeks?”

Luke scoffed. “I washed it, asshole.”

Calum snickered with a shake of his head.

The two didn’t say much afterwards; they watched whatever sitcom Luke had put on. Luke was drifting into a nap, when Calum’s phone vibrated on the coffee table, startling him. Calum chuckled at him before grabbing his phone to see who was contacting him.

Sasha’s name followed by a pink heart emoji appeared on his screen. He was concerned and confused. Because of the ten hour time difference, it had been a bit hard to communicate between the couple. Sometimes Sasha was barely waking up and Calum was going to sleep or vice versa. It had been difficult to find a time that suited them both. He swiped his phone screen to open the message.

Cal… I figured out the problem.

Nelle and Luke slept together. Ash’s party.

Calum gulped, a rush of fury came and went so fast followed by surprise, annoyance, and finally calm. No wonder Luke has been acting so weird and always looked at Nelle’s side of the duplex with such damn longing.

He peered up at Luke from over his phone as he sent a quick text back.

he’s here now. wat do i say?

Sasha’s reply came faster than Calum had anticipated.

You better get him here now with a bouquet of roses and fucking love letter the length of the equator and he better BEG on his hands and knees for the requited love of Eleanor Padilla.

#luke hemmings #luke hemmings imagine #5 seconds of summer #5 sos imagines #5 seconds of summer imagines #5 seconds of summer imagine #5sos #calum hood #ashton irwin #michael clifford #please dont regret me

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wunderkammeofwordslianwilson · 3 years

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A collection of thoughts of my experience at a quarantine facility in Australia (2020).

The balmy air, like homemade slime, sticks to me as I now sit on my little wooden porch outside Room E47C. The past fortnight’s events unfold in my mind. If such a sensation that I am feeling right now had a title, it would be called “The Unkept Wardrobe”; clothes strewn everywhere as I continue to rummage through my chest of drawers looking for an item of clothing that is in fact sitting in a chaotic washing basket, (in which case it would also be important to mention that the dark colours have yet to be separated from the lights).

Like all narratives, I was in a tricky situation, needing to get from my current rut at point A to, hopefully, the happily-ever-after at point B. But like all the best narratives, the line between point A and B is crooked, dented and passes by points E, W, J (and potentially L if the narrative is extra complex). It was a miracle that I was able to find a flight to Australia and I am grateful to see my family again. I had given up on the whole idea.

Booking that repatriation flight was like holding onto the golden ticket. Though in this case, no scrumptious, delectable chocolates are promised, but rather a very long catch-22:

to journey to Frankfurt not knowing whether I would escape the German 10-day quarantine law or not (needless to say that I reckon one would get further with discovering some esoteric ancient practice in hieroglyphics than deciphering what the heck is to be done with my situation and all the laws that came with it):

to stay in a hotel that was initially unwilling to accept me (and it was certainly not part of my plan to lodge at the departure gates of Frankfurt Airport).

to ensure a Covid test from the only clinic allowed by my flight even though this clinic had no clue my flight had arranged such a test in the first place.

to reach Australia and be in quarantine for 14 days in rural Darwin; a landscape infested with diseased mosquitoes, spiders, snakes and apparently soil that becomes harmful when activated by rain.

And finally, to make the last leg of the trip home; a four-hour flight to Melbourne, including a five hour wait at Darwin Airport.

By the way, I suppose this golden ticket did deliver some chocolate after all; a Lindt Father Christmas on my flight to Darwin and a Cadbury’s milk chocolate bar on day eight of quarantine.

The week leading up to my flight to Frankfurt was like a yoyo hanging on by a single gossamer thread. As it bounced up and down against the uncertainty, stress and pressure that I felt, I questioned whether that string was going to snap or did it still have some buoyancy left? And if it snapped, what then?

It was as though a foreboding grandfather clock loomed over me. Its blueish, grey shadow I could not escape as its pendulum entrapped me left and right. The clock relentlessly performed its duty of distributing mere morsels of time, and I, like Oliver Twist and his empty bowl, wanted more.

I was a crumpled piece of paper, small and insignificant against the burdens of the world. Sometimes tossed by the tempest of impending deadlines and other times stuck on a branch, anticipating that at some point, I would reach Down Under. I most certainly was stagnant on that branch after the rather anticlimactic landing into Darwin. The 16 hour-long flight concluded with being stuck on the aircraft for 2.5 hours. Waiting for what, I knew not, but nevertheless waiting.

When I was able to finally disembark from the aircraft, I was met by some extraterrestrial vista of people dressed in neon PPE kits regarding me as though I were a radioactive bomb to be handled with care and if touched, would detonate reality as we know it.

After a procession of checks, tests and boarding a bus trailed by a police ute, I finally stood in front of the door of Room E47C. Opening that door, I was confronted by a rather linear-looking space; office furniture of a kitsch electric blue on my right and a squeaky, yet comfortable bed by the window on my left. It was as though I went from impressionistic scenery to Vorticism when I opened that door and crossed the threshold, with nothing in between to lessen the stark contrast.

If time had a heart, it would be numb. If time could walk, its legs would be trying to run through a bog at this point. Cocooned in my room, occasional laughter, mercurial thunderstorms and broken melodies of strange creatures outside remind me that the world still spins; that time is still running through that bog and that after finding a lizard in the laundry room, I am indeed in Australia.

Being optimistic, I have been gifted 14 days of not having to worry about anything as I would not be able to resolve any problem beyond the confines of my room anyway, (coupled by the bush surrounding the quarantine facility and security guarding the gates). I am able to daydream and think without the guilt of wasting time. I am a plank of wood drifting down a serene river or a lone sock without its identical companion sitting idly beneath the sofa.

A few days later on the plane to Melbourne from Darwin:

It is only when I have been given wings to fly that I can see the world that I am in: a luscious terrain eclipsed by thunder and rainbows; clouds that move and change as they become storytellers with their myriad of shapes and the unfailing anticipation within me that everything has been worthwhile when I see the smiles of those dearest to me in just a few hours’ time.

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