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hopeyallenjoy · 3 years

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An eventful birthday

Did he want to make love to you?

Pairing : Young Severus Snape x Fem!Reader

Warnings : slight smut ; little bit of swearing ; caught during sex ; teasing in public

Wordcount : 3, 712 words

Request : Maraudeur era Severus x reader’s first time

I think I got a little too excited about this order so here is the resume. I did two different version with the same base “ severus and reader’s first time.” Don't hesitate to tell me if you like it or not.

Resume : Severus and Reader have been together for a while but have never had sex. Reader is getting impatient and decides to invite her boyfriend to her house for the vacations. With Lucius' help, Severus takes the invitation as an implicit request for sex, so he spends the beginning of the vacation educating himself on the subject, until the big day. D-Day, which turns out to be Y/n's birthday... !

Severus waddled from one foot to the other, in front of the blue door of a small country house, wondering if he should enter or not.

That blue door was yours. You and Severus had been dating since the beginning of your sixth year at Hogwarts. You were the one who made the first move, asking him via owl if he would like to go out with you. To your surprise he agreed. In the early days, your relationship had been tedious, Severus having trouble showing you affection in public and even being unpleasant at times, but you knew him well enough to know that he didn't want to hurt you. He was just a little proud. It had to be said that the rumors that were circulating about you didn't help. Some said Severus had used dark magic to make you fall in love with him, others thought he was using you. In short, the rumors were far from reality, making Severus a despicable man when he was only afraid. Personally, you didn't care what people said or thought, but that wasn't entirely true of your boyfriend. So with all the patience you had, you managed to make him more comfortable, to make your relationship evolve so that it lasts. Taking all the necessary first steps, erasing his doubts one after the other. Yes, your sixth year had been an emotional one.

And you were not at the end of your sorrows, already another obstacle was standing in your way. A few months before the end of the year, you had started sleeping with Severus, either in your dormitory or in his. Of course you only did this, out of respect for your respective roommates, but mostly because every time you tried to exchange more than a kiss with Severus, he found an excuse not to. This behavior had annoyed you a little and even hurt you but you didn't give up and ended up inviting him to spend the vacations at your place knowing that he would have no excuse and would have to explain what was bothering him.

Severus was surprised that you invited him so suddenly, he had been disturbed by your behavior for a few months. It must be said, he was not very good with women and had gone to his best friend, Lucius Malfoy, to ask his advice. He had described to him, the changes he had noticed in the way you dressed, the way you spoke to him, and all the weird phrases that just didn't make sense to his ears.

Lucius had laughed at his explanation, confiding that you wanted to have sex with him. Severus was taken aback.

"Don't look so surprised, my friend. You told me she'd had other boyfriends before you, right?” he nodded “So, it's only natural, your little Y/n wants you to fuck her. You want that too, don't you Sev?"

Severus thought for a moment. Did he want to make love to you? The answer had come to him naturally ; of course. You was the smartest girl he knew, you always understood him, you always seemed to know what to say to make him feel confident, he wanted to confide in you all his problems, to hold you until morning and he understood that now, he would love to see your naked body and feel your warmth against him. But he was not reassured by the idea of you seeing him naked, he was afraid of disappointing you. Lucius then set out to teach Severus what he called the basics of a good fuck. He took his role as a teacher so much to heart that he spent most of the night before the vacations making a book for Severus.

The book was read in one night. Although he wasn't sure if you would like most of the practices described in Lucius's manual, Severus was a little reassured to have a minimum of knowledge before taking action. He would never have thought that sex was a subject that required so much knowledge. Severus didn't have time to continue thinking as the door in front of him opened, revealing a jovial looking woman, whom he recognized as one of your mothers. Because yes, you had two mothers.

"Severus, my boy, come in! Y/n is in her room. You can join her if you like. We'll call you when the food is ready. Oh and you should take your suitcase up with you."

He didn't have time to put one in before your mother had already joined your other mother in the kitchen. Just starting to get used to so much kindness as he had been coming to your house as a friend for a while, he stammered a slightly embarrassed thank you before running upstairs to find you. You was sitting at your window reading,when he enter your room. When you heard him come in you looked up from your book and smiled at him with a smile that would warm the coldest heart.

You were about to stand up and greet him when to your surprise he came up to you faster than a flash of lightning and kissed you fiercely. You kissed back as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"Severus" you breathed between kisses.

"Y/n" he replied as he pushed you towards your bed without breaking the kiss.

"Y/n, the boys have arrived, they are asking where they ca... Oh!"

Severus turned around and came face to face with Lily Evans leaning on Y/n's bedroom door. Her gaze darted back and forth between your two faces and the position she had found you in.

"I think... I better go ask your mothers," she disappeared down the stairs, closing the door behind her.

Severus stood up in a bit of a panic as you burst out laughing. He questioned you with his eyes as he thought you had gone mad.

"By Merlin, I've never seen you this enterprising and Lily had to come in.

"Repeating the facts doesn't make them any less dramatic, you know Y/n? What are we going to do now that she's seen us? And what is she doing here anyway?" he said with a frown.

"Well, just like you and pretty much my entire group of friends, she was invited home to celebrate my birthday." your smile lost a little of its luster as your boyfriend broke down before your eyes.

Your birthday. He had forgotten your birthday. Severus felt like the biggest idiot in the world as he stammered a "yes, of course" while trying to avoid your gaze. You could tell by his demeanor, but you didn't have time to get your head around it, as someone knocked on the door. A few seconds later, your other mother's purple head appeared in the doorway, letting you know that the meal was ready and that all the guests were there. You and Severus walked downstairs with your mother to the dining room, decorated with colorful lanterns and holiday streamers. Around the table chatting were your friends, Remus,Sirius, Lily, Dorcas, Mary, Arthur, Frank, James and Marlene. All of them came from different groups of friends but were willing to mix for you. Since only the ends of the table were left, you and Severus sat away from each other. But it was all right, your mind was still on the revelation he had made to you indirectly a few minutes earlier. James and Sirius spat at Severus, who didn't react, just sat at the other end of the table, staring at the plate in front of him. Severus' string of bizarre behaviors reinforced the idea that something was wrong.

Normally, Severus was one of the sweetest, most caring men you'd ever met, and because of his family history, he was so desperate for love and affection that he found it hard not to look at you, or give you compliments, awkward ones, but still compliments. But the last few weeks before the vacations, he had insisted on sleeping alone, and now he had forgotten your birthday, there was definitely something wrong. You did your best to focus on the moment and not think too much. This allowed you to have a nice meal, surrounded by the good mood of your friends and family. When the meal was over, the lanterns went out as your mom came into the dining room with a huge cake of your favorite flavor in her hands. All your friends began to sing around the table, wishing you a happy birthday. That was it. You were finally 17, you couldn't help but shed a tear or two after blowing out the candles. The cake was cut and served and then it was time for the gifts. One by one the gifts came to rest in front of you as you tore off the wrapping paper that wrapped them. You received a broom set, sweets and many other gifts that filled you with joy. Each of the guests pointed to themselves after you opened their gift for you to thank them.

"And you, Severus? Where is your gift for Y/n?" Mary asked innocently.

All eyes turned to Severus as his cheeks turned crimson. He felt terrible for forgetting your birthday and now he was paying the price. He was going to have to admit that he didn't have one in front of everyone. What kind of boyfriend could forget such an important day?

"I don't..." he began.

"Severus was giving it to me as soon as he arrived, he's still in my room," you answered to avoid an affront to your boyfriend.

For the first time all evening, Severus looked up at you with hopeful eyes. You'd had time to digest the news, and while you weren't mad at him yet, he had better have a good excuse. You knew your friends well enough to know that Sirius and James would have been happy to put Severus down again, so you didn't give them the chance. The rest of the evening was spent in a calm and good mood, the small group of teenagers having moved into the living room to play teenage games like Monopoly, truth or dare etc. Once your mothers were in bed, Severus slid in beside you on the couch and shyly took your hand. Your eyes met for a moment as he squeezed your hand gently. Despite the annoyance of his behavior, you melted a little at the look on his face. You smiled at him and then gently let him know that you too would need to have a chat later. He nodded and moved a little closer to you. With a smile, you turned your attention back to the game on the coffee table and slid Severus' hand over your butt. He gave you a panicked look but you were already paying no attention to him, or so it seemed, just pushing your buttocks to meet his palm. Severus took this as an invitation and pressed his hand to your bottom trying to remember what Lucius had taught him. As quietly as possible, Severus began to knead your buttocks, waiting for a favorable reaction. This created a fire inside you that made you close your eyes for a moment. Then remembering where you were, you opened them again and gently slid Severus' hands away from you. He thought he must have felt bad or that you didn't like it, but your buttocks came to rest on his legs and quickly changed his mind. His hands had only touched your buttocks through your dress, but that wasn't enough, you wanted more. You stuck to Severus by slipping in his ear a few words.

"Touch my breasts, please.

He nodded, not sure how he was going to please you on the one hand and not get caught on the other. He started by pulling down the zipper of your dress, just enough for him to get his hands under the loose fabric. A grunt escaped him, which was thankfully covered by Sirius's protesting cries that he was in no position to win. That growl in your ear felt like a bomb in your body. You weren't wearing a bra and he could see that. That was the reason for his groan.

His fingers eventually found your nipples and he began to knead them in the same way he had kneaded your ass. You bit your lip to keep from letting all the pleasure Severus was giving you out into the open.

"Are you okay, Y/n? You're all red," Arthur said, worried about his friend.

Severus stopped his movements as all eyes were now on you.

You nodded, wanting to reassure them and avoid getting caught.

"Yes, yes. I think I'm just a little tired. Do you mind if I slip away now?"

All of your friends nodded and wished you a pleasant night as the smart ones figured out where the redness in your cheeks really came from. After Severus zipped up your dress, you took him by the hand and got up from the couch, dragging him behind you.

When you got to your room, you closed the door, this time with a key. Then you turned to face him, arms crossed.

" Go ahead. Can you explain to me why you forgot my birthday ?”

"I'm ashamed,I’m so sorry you know ? " Severus fled your gaze as he reached into the back pocket of his pants but unfortunately you notice and asked for it.

"What are you hiding ?”

You weren't totally mad, but seeing Severus so secretive left your imagination free to invent far-fetched scenarios that almost always ended with Severus admitting to cheating on you and that broke your heart. You joined him on the bed, trying to keep your composure as he sheepishly pulled a book from his back pocket.

"That's what did it. That's what made me... forgot your birthday." You took it from his hands.

"What's this?" you asked as you began to flip through it quickly.

"It's a book about sex. Lucius gave it to me, and incidentally wrote it as well, when I told him about us.”

Severus explained everything in detail, so much so that by the end of his story, you couldn't be angry anymore. On the contrary. Severus did all this to make sure he would be ready for his first time with you. It was adorable.

"Remind me never to give Lucius a chance if we ever break up " you said with a laugh.

"D-Does that mean that's not how it works ?" questioned Severus confused.

"Well... In fact... I don't know about that, Sev. I'm a virgin too." you confessed making him even more confused.

"You are ? But I thought that... What about your ex’s boyfriends ?"

You settle down a little better on the bed, not knowing how to explain it to him.

"So... Yeah I've had a bunch of boyfriends but none of them have ever touched me. And if they tried..." Severus sits cross-legged in front of you, all ears "... I break up with them. First time, you only get one. I didn't want to give it to just anyone. I never felt safe enough or in love with them enough to take the plunge." your hands find Severus', you intertwine your fingers gently. "But with you, everything is different, Severus."

"Wait Y/n... You mean you..." begins Severus, his eyes sparkling.

You smile softly at your boyfriend, your cheeks turning a little red as he moved closer to you without really realizing it.

"Yes, Sev. I'm in love with you," you finally admit.

"Oh Y/n..." he melts on your lips in a tender but passionate kiss "I think... Me too"

Your heart misses a beat. Since the beginning of your relationship, it was you who took the lead and for the roles to be reversed, it often took a few days or even a few months, so you would never have thought that for such an important confession, he would say it so easily. You could not be happier.

Severus gently flipped you over onto the bed, towering over you as you deepened the kiss. Awkwardly, you undressed each other, urgently seeking each other's lips as quickly as possible. You were the first only in your underwear, at least in your panties, and Severus was speechless. The sight of his fiery gaze titillated your pussy, which had not yet recovered from Sev's caresses in the living room. Instinctively, Severus directed his hands towards your breasts, bringing you out of your dream. He began to knead them again as he had done in the living room, but replaced one of his hands with his mouth and then his tongue, wrapping it around your erect nipples with desire. Small moans came out of your mouth in front of all the attentions of your companion.

"Does it feel good?" he asked, gradually gaining confidence.

You nodded knowing that your voice would break before you could finish your sentence. He seemed to understand as a sly smile came to perch on his lips. He wanted to taste your body, to hear your little moans again, which he found adorable and which excited him more than he wanted to say. His lips went down along your belly to land near your panties asking you for access silently. For all answer you did not delay to pull down your panties wanting desperately to feel him inside you, or at least it was as you translated the sudden heat and tingling that rose from your crotch. Severus in front of you couldn't stop his sex from growing even larger as exotic scents wafted up to his nose.

"Severus," you breathed in a prayer.

"Anything for you, love" he replied.

Within seconds, his tongue met your clit, warming it and covering it with kisses. A few minutes later he was already moving his tongue down to visit your already moistened pussy, making you moan louder than before.

"Please, Sev'. I think I'm going to cum."

"Do you think you can wait for me?" he asked as he lovingly stroked your hair.

You nodded slowly, catching your breath as Severus' tongue left your folds.

"Are you ready? Lucius told me it can hurt the first time for girls, so tell me if I -" his sex in his hand he placed it in front of your entrance as he towered over you.

"It's okay, Sev. I trust you." your smile encouraged him.

He nodded, not totally reassured. So far, it had been easy, he had been content to trust his desires and the reaction of your body, but now it was going to be harder. He could feel it. But encouraged by your love, he ended up pushing his erect member little by little into your dripping sex. An electric shock went through both of your bodies. He didn't move right away, feeling your walls tightening dangerously around his sex. Then you motioned for him to move, which he did, slowly pulling his sex out of yours before moving back in again, keeping a slow pace. The first few trips in and out were painful, but soon it was pleasure that took over. For Severus, it was pure pleasure and moaning, he loved being inside you, but was still afraid you wouldn't.

"Is that good for you, love? Can I speed it up a little?"

"Yes...; please."

So he accelerated his comings and goings, always focused on the reaction of your body to his. Your breathing became more jerky as his change of pace allowed him to perfectly match your pleasure points. It was the first time he felt like this, he felt like he was too far away from you even though his whole body was married to yours and he wanted to be one with you all the days of his life, to feel your body pressed against his forever. It didn't take long for you to tighten your grip on your lover, feeling your deliverance coming.

"Severus... I-" your sentence was swallowed up by the wave of pleasure that engulfed you.

Severus joined you in your orgasm a few minutes after yours, prolonging it as he continued to go back and forth.

"Y/n, Y/n, Fuck, Y/n!" he moaned in your ear.

Breathless, he pulled out of you and immediately took you in his arms, thanking you for your patience by covering you with kisses. He had been a little rough with you but you thought it had been for the best.

"Perfect," you sighed.

"I couldn't have said it better," he said between breaths. "Do you think we could do this again?" he questioned.

"That was our first time, remember? So there's no reason why it should be the only one." you kissed him tenderly, laughing "We can do it again whenever you want.”

"Even... Now?" he asked with an innocent look but flame of desire in his eyes.

You bit your lip before nodding.

#severus x reader #smut #snape content #snape love #snape community #snape x reader #severus snape #pro snape #snape fandom #snape fanfiction #my writing #first time #i love u

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prettyboyhub · 3 years

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haikyuu boys as insecurities they find attractive/they’d help you with pt.2

[akaashi, bokuto, oikawa, atsumu]

a/n: i’m a little dumb and forgot to open my asks, but they’re open now! akaashi’s drabble hits close to home cuz this literally happened to me yesterday :| i’m gonna make these with fewer characters cuz the first post was too long LMAO

tw: body image issues, low self esteem, cussing etc. slight angst with a lot of fluff + some humor

AKAASHI is a quietly loving s/o. he prefers to care for you in ways that are subtle and consistent rather than big romantic gestures. but when you’re ready to leave the house wearing a baggy hoodie and sweatpants in 90° weather he can’t help but ask why. he says something like, “y/n, it’s too hot outside to wear that. why don’t we find you something more comfortable to wear.” you avoid eye contact and mumble a response, “i was wearing a tank top, but my friends kept saying my spine stuck out and laughed about it... i’m too SKINNY, ‘kaashi. i eat more than bokuto, but nothing helps.” he has a pained look on his face, but he listens to you rant about your insecurities. you thought he wouldn’t remember, but when you’re in bed that night he comes behind you and leaves a trail of small kisses down your spine. when he’s finished, he reassures you. “there’s nothing wrong with you, sweetheart. i think you’re perfect.”

BOKUTO is the most loving boyfriend you could ever ask for. he loves to brag about you and show you off to anyone who will listen. but when you shy away from his pda, it breaks his heart a little. (emo mode on 10) it triggers his sensitivity to rejection, which triggers immense feelings of guilt from you. he’ll avoid eye contact and ask quietly, “are you mad at me?” seeing him get so upset over you makes you want to curl up in a ball and cry. you manage to respond with, “not at all, bo. i’m just too shy and when everyone looks at us it makes me uncomfortable. honestly, i’m just UNCOMFORTABLE WITH PDA. i love that you’re proud of me but i can’t take having everyone’s eyes on us. i’m sorry bo, you deserve someone who loves the attention you give and doesn’t get embarrassed so easily, i’m sorr-” he cuts you off. “i didn’t even think about whether or not it would make you uncomfortable, so i’m the one who should be sorry. we don’t have to do anything in front of people! we can save it all for private!! i really love you, babe! i won’t do anything to make you nervous again, okay?” you can’t help but laugh at his enthusiasm to make you feel safe. you grab his hand and his eyes widen, you just said pda makes you uncomfortable?? “how about we hold hands for now? and later if i feel more comfortable, we can add other small things.” “okay!!! :D”

OIKAWA is one of the most talented people around. of course, talent comes with fangirls. it’s like your own personal hell. he never understands why you get distant after games, sometimes not even talking to him until the next day. when he approaches you about the subject, he’d never thought you’d say you have TRUST ISSUES. i mean sometimes it can seem like he’s flirting, but that’s just his charming persona. you have to explain it to him in a way that he’d understand. “toru, you haven’t done anything to betray my trust, but i have a bad history with guys being dishonest and i don’t really trust anyone fully. especially when you flirt with those girls.. i know it’s superficial but can you at least make it known that you have a girlfriend?” he gives you a funny look before answering, “everyone knows i have a girlfriend! last night, i was talking to a few girls about where i should take you to dinner this week. i know they seem flirty, but they respect our relationship. and even the ones that don’t, they know i’m happy with you.” you let out a sigh of relief, but still needed more reassurance. “you would tell me if something happened, right?” you asked him. he let out a chuckle and embraced you in a tight hug. “of course, baby. i tell you everything. you don’t have to trust me right away, but i promise to always be honest with you, alright?” (pls can we stop making fanon oikawa seem like a lying cheating whore he’s literally a good guy omfg)

ATSUMU doesn’t go falling in love with just anyone. they have to intrigue him, which doesn’t happen often. but you did right from the start. you were a foreign student who had just learned japanese. you could say exactly what you needed to, but your ACCENT made you hard to understand sometimes. it frustrated you beyond wits end that you couldn’t say certain things properly, but he adored the way you spoke. not everyone did, though. a couple of snobby teachers pointed out the fact that you sounded foreign. when atsumu found you crying about how you hated your accent, he was pissed at whoever made you feel like an outsider. “well i love yer accent, doll. i know it can be tough, and i have a bit of an accent myself, but i’d love’ta help ya in any way i can. now if you need help pronouncing a word, just come ta me and i’ll tell ya how ta say it, okay?”

atsumu bonus: you took his offer seriously and in no time, you were walking around talking just like atsumu. his little phrases and all. the team was horrified, but it made atsumu’s heart swell that you trusted him to teach you. (PLS ISNT THIS SO CUTE OMFG)

#haikyuu drabbles #atsumu miya #akaashi keiji #bokuto kotarou #oikawa toru #atsumu headcanons #akaashi headcanons #bokuto headcanons #oikawa headcanons

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phoenixtakaramono · 3 years

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So I'm here to say that I really love your Bingyuan fic! The research you do for it and share with us is just amazing! I also have a q regarding LBG. From SV we know that he felt admiration for his Shizun so do you think that if SJ wasn't cruel to him LBG's admiration would've grown into love and attraction like it did in LBH's case for SY? Which then also raises a question: would LBH/LBG fall in love with any Shizun who was kind to him? Or was he just drawn to SJ's type of personality. WDYT?

Hi there, Anon! I’m glad you’re liking the Untold Tale! Thanks for reading! I think it lowkey helps when the story I’m writing (in general) is from a culture I’m familiar with and that I know some of its language nuances (just general Mainland dialect; I’m unfamiliar with Shanghainese, the Beijing dialect, etc etc). So fortunately for me, as someone who is Chinese but was born in the Western side of the world speaking Mandarin to family and friends, emulating the Chinese aesthetic and atmosphere in TUT comes a little bit easier to me than someone who did not grow up with this culture. I bet if I had been raised in China, I would be able to write something even more multilayered and deep but, alas, the youthful rebellious me of the past hadn’t taken my pinyin and Chinese character writing lessons seriously so I can only communicate verbally and understand audibly 😫. It’s very special for us writers in fandoms to be able to write a story of a culture that we actually know and can identify with. But high key it’s been immensely fun injecting some references of things I’ve come to notice from watching period C-dramas and the C-novels I’ve read, and I’ve come to learn interesting things about Chinese history and mythology even I didn’t know! So the story really writes itself.

Shen Jiu (OG!Shen Qingqiu)

To answer your question 🤔, to be honest this is why the SVSSS fandom is great—because there’s so many interpretations of the original source material. That’s why we have our headcanons and fanfictions to explore these many different possibilities. So for me personally, I can see it happening both ways: *1) LBG does develop a crush/falls in love with SJ, or 2) no matter how SJ treats him LBG regards him respectfully or coldly. I think Possibility 1 is more likely, since SY transmigrated into SQQ and we saw what happened with “Bunhe.”

Now, mind, for Possibility 1 to be more likely to happen, the SJ in PIDW will have to undergo a massive personality change/ a change of heart/ develop a good conscience and will need to clean up his image aka clear up the massive misunderstandings from PIDW canon (like him being mistaken as a pervert for Ning Yingying, visiting whorehouses, killing LQG, etc). It’ll be difficult though considering who Airplane has changed SJ into for his stallion harem novel (reading through SVSSS, my impression of PIDW besides it being the harem stallion novel is that it sounds similar to a “dog blood plot,” where audiences tune in to see how the villains are brought to justice). I literally have a line from TUT in a future chapter where SY says this about SJ since I will resurrect SJ and bring him into the story for closure:

People like Shen Qingqiu naturally had a set of deeply-rooted values. If one wanted to change them, it’d be easier to just have them reincarnate. (—TUT, ch???)

At his core, he’s a flawed man (which makes sense with the underlying cycle of abuse theory, considering his upbringing and backstory). He’s jealous and petty and prickly. His image is that of a proud and cold immortal. In Chinese terms, he’s the type of character archtype who I can see being àojiāo (definitely not canon characterization; this is just a stray thought that amuses me) in a romantic relationship.

LBH will have to recognize that^, or be in a position where he finds SJ’s caustic side endearing instead. He will also have to be extremely patient with him (although, since the joke in SVSSS is that LBH is an incurable M, it shouldn’t be that hard).

A fun thing about OG!SQQ is that he’s the cannon fodder scumbag villain of PIDW. He’s the reason LBG blackened from a white lotus. And, as you know, villains aka antagonists aka bad boys resonate strongly with people for a reason. That’s why we see a lot of Enemies to Lovers tropes, etc. It squicks me to use this phrase but “the allure of dating a ‘bad boy’ is strong.” SJ is that type of bad boy we could identify as a “fixer-upper project” (ugh, that phrase)—even with the red flags and warning signs—especially for those said to have a troubled past with rejecting neglectful parental figures/ family members/ friends and have have not outgrown their wish to convert that sort of person into a loving, accepting person. When we want something we can’t or shouldn’t have, our desire for it grows exponentially. In fanfiction this is a concept writers and readers can explore safely in a world of the imaginary.

From a Meta Perspective

Although, if we look at it meta-ly, the cold and proud and/or knowledgeable Shizun (teacher/ master) character who comes to know love and “is redeemed” by whomever is the love interest (typically a cute and quirky girl who may or may not have started off as naive to the innerworkings of the Cultivation World and therefore needs an established and mature mentor to guide them) is a very well-known archetype for a reason in Chinese fan culture.

Seeing a terrible person change their ways and try to become a better person because of the influence of the one they love is also a popular depiction for a reason.

It’s almost like gap moe. The crueler and aloof one starts out as (arrogance is a staple), the more impactful the shift is when we see such characters soften their edges.

The draw of the sacred master/disciple relationship is that it’s taboo, so I think it’s fair to say that such a relationship in fiction is a popular trope precisely because of this aspect. From a writer’s perspective, the main appeal is to show that there is someone out there who can cause this respectful figure to lose control (undergo emotional change) and go to great lengths to protect his/her precious person. That precious person also has to fall into the “not like other girls” trope (so they can show the ML a different world he would not have seen the beauty of before). On the other side, we look forward to the point of the story where the love interest has their “Oh” moment and realizes their admiration has somehow shifted into love and attraction over the course of events.

Other Romantic Possibilities

It’s very likely. I personally like the fanon headcanon where anyone with Heavenly Demon blood running through their veins feels a compulsion to “obsessively fixate on one person” (TLJ —> SXY, LBH —> SQQ). Personally I don’t recall if this was canon or fanon, but someone had written something about LBH imprinting on one person in his lifetime on the account of his demon nature. And I like that theory (I think it’s likely more fanon than anything but it’s an intriguing idea full of possibilities!).

For him to fixate romantically on one person, I personally don’t think the prerequisite is just by being kind to LBH (but it probably adds to the person’s appeal). There’s probably other factors that go into this to capture the male protagonist’s eye, such as him finding someone attractive (or passes his own personal standards) and/or having good chemistry with that person. So I could see him being into other Shizuns and whomever else. Personally I also think there is appeal in the unobtainable. It’s one thing to have someone’s affection (see LBG and his harem of 600 wives who definitely aren’t shy about giving him affection), but it’s another to know you’ve earned the affections of someone you really like and respect (especially if it’s someone thought to be unobtainable).

As long as the writer can provide a plausible justification for me to suspend disbelief and they set up events to justify it, I can swallow just about any ship possibility. It doesn’t necessarily have to be SJ’s type of personality. (For example, I read a very good fanfiction before where the writer paired Luo Binghe with Ming Fan. Ming Fan, people!!! And they actually pulled it off! What a madlad! Mind, it’s Shen Yuan who had transmigrated into MF in that premise, but the writer set up events that showed how these two characters came to bond and develop a deep friendship which inevitably had LBH developing a crush on his shixiong. I use this as an example because this is the type of unexpected (crack)ship, but because the writer did their work trying to make it seem plausible, we can only admire their hard work and effort at pulling it off.)

As the saying goes, there are plenty of fishes in the sea! As the protagonist, LBH/LBG can have many OTP possibilities with just about anyone as long as the writer can make it plausible. It’s all about the character development and the story/ central themes they wish to tell with the ship!

(Note, these really aren’t hot takes, lol. I’m just having fun answering to this casually from the perspective of a writer. Thank you for your Ask, anon!)

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Paris Haute Couture Week S/S 2020 Plus a Little Jacquemus: Okay, Dior DID Suck (Part 1/2)

Hi to anyone reading,

Oh my god. I completely forgot there was also 2 haute couture weeks. I FEEL SO OVERWHELMED. Here I was getting all geared up for the F/W 2020 shows and suddenly it’s Jean Paul Gaultier’s last show and everybody’s (predictably) buzzing about the Jacquemus collection. I can’t keep up. But Haute Couture week is a lot less intense than the RTW shows so I suppose I should be enjoying this relative peace whilst I can.

I remember my last post about Haute Couture week opened with me defending Maria Grazia from the wrath of the internet; if Jacquemus is social media’s Lord and Saviour, this woman is the Antichrist. She’s Michael Langdon minus the dramatic flair. But the thing is, I genuinely really liked the Dior collection last time. Maybe because I was newer to the discipline of scouring Vogue Runway, but the lack of originality didn’t bother me; it was still something I’d die to wear, gothic yet delicate and relevant for 2019.

That being said, this time round, I have to open by doing the exact opposite and concurring: this time round, Dior was in fact, utter shit.

I feel mean saying it but...really? These were the slightly more salvageable outfits and my favourite of the bunch, and to be honest they don’t really capture the full extent of how outdated this collection was to me. I know that the concept behind the show was this idea of the divine feminine but Greek Goddess has been done SO many times. If you’re gonna go down that route, you have to bring something new, elevate it in some way. It can’t be THIS generic.

I can’t believe that in 2020 we’re really seeing plaited hairbands. The individual dresses are basic, but not so much the problem as the styling; they look like outfits I would’ve put together back in 2012. That’s not an exaggeration. I think even 2013 me would appreciate that you need to make things a little twisty.

The colour scheme is pretty, don’t get me wrong, and I like the cowl necks-the white dresses are the highlights. I think the concept of this collection was conceived with all the best intentions. But as a designer you need to take risks and I don’t see one single risk here; there isn’t anything that wouldn’t already be sold in your local H&M. Dior is such an established brand, Maria Grazia has room to do whatever she wants. And yet it just comes across like she’s out of ideas.

You’ve got to look at a designer like Ulyana Sergeenko:

When I say elevated (but still in the vein of wearable), I mean something like this. To be completely honest, I hadn’t heard of Ulyana Sergeenko until I saw shots of this show on Twitter. But what a perfect mix of kitsch and glamour. The influences are clear: Priscilla Presley, Barbie, Jackie O, Valley of the Dolls, the rich stay-at-home wife of the 60s, the Alessandra Rich/Scream Queens-esque sorority girl, Paris fucking Hilton. It’s exaggerated and it’s tongue in cheek with total grounds to call it trashy-there’s a corset resembling a Benjamin Franklin, ffs-but it’s all done with a wink and a nudge. And in all honesty, I just think it’s beautiful. Can you imagine Frances O’Sullivan (@Beautyspock on IG) in one of these looks? It would be worthy of the Rose McGowan cultural reset meme ten times over.

Everything is feline, from the very literal cat silhouettes and cat headed boa, to the makeup and the hair clips. It reminds me of the last RTW Ralph and Russo show but with even more attention to detail. And look at the STAGE. If this collection were a song, it’d be Disco Tits by Tove Lo. And no, I’m not just saying that because one of the dresses actually does feature a (cat shaped) disco tit. Like these are the clothes I dreamed of putting my Bratz dolls, and for null I’m sure, myself in. Absolute perfection. Plus, I’ve loved Coco Rocha since she was on The Face with Naomi Campbell; she is, after all, to thank for the iconic “check your lipstick before you come for me” line. Girl is really the martyr for all purple lipstick lovers, cut down in her prime by a pissed-off Naomi.

Onto Alexandre Vauthier, which I also really liked. An interesting yet effortless blend of the old and the new, the masculine and the feminine, if I could sum this collection up in one word, it would be cool. I know, it’s not the most descriptive, but it pretty much sums up how I feel; I’m not AS gassed about it as I am about Ulyana Sergeenko or this season’s Elie Saab (wait for it), but it’s a fresh offering, even if the styles aren’t the most groundbreaking. Stand outs for me are the almost petticoat like, debutante dresses which have Elle Fanning’s name written all over them.

I was hard pressed to find favourites in the Armani Privé collection if I’m honest. I’m not saying it was awful, all I know is that it just isn’t my style. It’s all a bit TOO tailored for my liking, and kinda reminds me of the Zara pantsuits my Spanish teacher used to wear. In other words, I find it to be a bit dowdy. On a positive note, the colours, fabrics, and beading are all stunning, so I see that a lot of craftsmanship clearly went into it; I think my biggest issue is the styling and the shapes (or lack of) on show. I’m very much getting a 20s, flapper vibe and whilst that’s an era that fascinates me and that I appreciate was cutting-edge at the time, I’ve yet to see it be bought into the 21st century in a way that doesn’t look stiff or costume-y.

Then there’s Azzaro. At the complete opposite end of the scale to Armani, it doesn’t look expensive, which I’m sure isn’t something any designer previewing their collection at haute couture week is striving for. BUT that being said, I’d be much more likely to wear something from this collection than I would from Armani Privé. I mean, I have no shot at ever wearing either but ya get me.

Whilst I’m sure it or something similar has been done before, the mesh diamanté dress is exquisite and I’m a huge fan of the stacked gem chokers and belts. The whole collection looks like something a London socialite who parties by night but (deep breath in) plays in a shitty band so fancies herself a bit of a rockstar by day would wear (exhale) and as much as that doesn’t sound like a compliment, I mean it as one. I’m talking about the kind of person you’d see smoking outside a bar and think “I wish I was them but I am potato lol”. I mean, as far as faux fur and fedoras are concerned, I’m gonna find it hard to completely slate a collection so this is pretty up my alley.

Chanel was a huge step up from their last RTW collection, imo, and probably on par with their last haute couture offering. It’s that same blend of preppy Chanel detailing (i.e the exaggerated collars, the checks and the lace) and practicality, only even more austere this time round.

It’s funny because when I looked back on original notes on this collection, before I’d even done any research into the context, I saw that one of the things I’d written was “giving me Victorian orphanage madame” as well as “something something Amish” and I wasn’t THAT far off base. The collection is, after all, supposed to be a tribute to the nuns who raised Coco Chanel at the beginning of the century in an Abbey-cum-orphanage. This makes me really happy; I know not everyone’s a fan of Virginie Viard’s nods back to the past and the brand’s origins but as a history nerd, I definitely am.

There’s also definitely a lot of things that can be translated into high street trends here: the combination of decorative white socks and black shoes is something I’ve seen making a comeback already, tulle is always a winner (I actually don’t mind it as an overlay, I think it’s pretty, sue me) and I have no doubt we’ll be seeing these dramatic collars creeping back onto tops and jumpers throughout the year. It’s been a while since they were a thing anyway and we all know how cyclical fashion is.

Another high note for Elie Saab this haute couture season; if I was an expressive person, I probably would’ve audibly gasped as I looked through this collection. It is SO FUCKING MAGNIFICENT. The colour scheme, the baroque prints, the floral sequinned embroidery, these are Cinderella style ballgowns taken to the next level. Elie Saab really is the definition of opulence and I’m not at all mad about it. Please, somebody put Lana Del Rey in one of these, PLEASE. Remind her how much of a princess she is and get her out of those “soccer mom” looks.

I’m so stuck between this collection and Ulyana Sergeenko as my favourite, and the latter might just pip the other to the post, purely because of the staging and extravagance of the presentation itself.

Georges Hobeika was predictably phenomenal. Like, I’m not going to lie, I am easily won over by some sequins and tulle, I’ve never claimed any different, and if you can expect that from anyone, it’s this guy (ignore that phrasing making me sound like his proud mother). The colour scheme is very spring appropriate and so is the 3D flower detailing, and if there’s anything good to take from Ascot and English royal weddings, Georges Hobeika knows it’s the hats.

It was another strong year for Givenchy too:

Though Claire Waight Keller is also fond of the extravagant details along the lines of feather and tulle, it’s always done in a more organic way; the details are always more reminiscent of nature, something created by accident, than they are suggestive of painstaking attention to detail, the image of someone hunched over a dress beading for hours on end à la Georges Hobeika or Elie Saab. That is not a bad thing at all; if anything, it makes Givenchy more interesting to study and gives you more to think about. Sometimes a dress takes you a bit longer to fully appreciate, but I’d say that only lends to its memorability. This year’s willowy, billowing, and at times coral-esque structures remind me of something I can see being worn down an Iris Van Herpen runway, set apart by that delicate Givenchy finesse. And side not: I know this post is to talk about the clothes, not the models, but I got super excited over seeing Sora Choi and Adut Akech walk too.

Guo Pei is always fun to look at. I mean, this collection is giving me half Matryoshka dolls, half It’s A Small World Christmas edition and I can’t hate on that.

And then there’s Iris Van Herpen, who knocked it out of the park once again. At this point, I wouldn’t expect anything less. Every outfit looks like something that could be exhibited in the Tate Modern (I know, it’s a basic opinion, but it’s true: TATE MODERN IS THE BEST MUSEUM IN LONDON), or honestly, the Design Museum, just for the genius that must go into the way these dresses move. Honestly, if I can see a goddess wearing anything, it’s more one of these looks than anything in the Dior collection. Like wife of Poseidon or something; I know it’s not very feminist of me to not know the Greek Goddess of the sea’s name but I only know who Poseidon is because I was a Percy Jackson fan back in the day so let me live.

It’s not like the whole under-the-sea theme is particularly new, Zimmerman did something similar last RTW (I think? Correct me if I’m wrong), but these constructions could’ve grown out of the sea bed themselves, which is more of an original take than “oo, blue and white and frothy hemlines!”. Additionally, we’ve got these dresses with the overlapping almost plaited fabric that are-we’re sticking with the goddess references here-fit for Persephone ruling over hell. As for the Grudge-looking dress (fourth down, far left), I could be reaching, but is anyone else seeing that as a nod to the oil spills polluting our oceans? Because that would just add yet another layer to this collection.

Regardless, it’s all impeccable and I’m in love. Iris Van Herpen as a MET Gala theme. Make it happen.

Anyway, to end on a high note, that’s it for this post!

Sorry it’s such a sudden cut-off but Jean Paul Gaultier was due to be my second to last to review and due to it being the final show, there’s an onslaught of photos that would not fit with what’s already in this post. Plus, I’d rather start a post with Jacquemus then end it as I feel like there’s a lot of hype around his collections online right now so 1). it’s clickbait (for what, I do not know, as I’m not exactly making any money off this blog, just losing my sanity as it transpires when Tumblr accidentally terminated it earlier today and I had a minor breakdown) and 2). this Steve Buscemi meme is the most accurate representation of only 21 year old me to grace the internet:

I will aim to post part 2/2 in the next week, including JPG, as I just mentioned, the Jacquemus co-ed show, Margiela, Valentino and more, and as always, thank you for anyone who read until the end! You are an angel:-)

Lauren x

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Reaching Ecstasy:

Art Teacher! Michael Langdon+Student! Reader.

(A/N): Hello there, lovelies!

I know that it has been quite some time since i last wrote these things, but I have been rather busy with life and other things and writing is kind of a rather busy thing for me, so I hope to be writing more once some things go off my schedule.

So, please forgive me, and I hope to be writing more during the holidays!

(Alongside trying to do a masterlist!).

This was an idea that I worked up after a few history of art lessons, about the sculptures of Bernini, which are absolutely beautiful, so do check them out!

With this being said, I hope you’ll enjoy this, andy! as always: if you want to be tagged in it, you just have to like the picture and it’ll be out on Sunday!

SUMMARY: When the times come for your interview with Mr. Langdon, your art teacher, you can’t help but be rather confused by his requests.

WORDS: 4,7 K

WARNINGS: Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Compromising Situation and Slight Dub-Con (Michael using his position of power over Reader, although she is consensual to the entire thing) (also Reader is absolutely legal, since she is 20, in this fic!), Blasphemous talk abotu Ecstasy.

The arrival of Mr. Langdon had brought some kind of change in the life of the students of Saint Therese, a private catholic boarding school, where troubled young ladies were sent so that they could be taught to be wives, able to properly satisfy their husbands.

The peculiar teacher wasn’t only a male, and attractive as sin, but he had rather interesting methods of teaching, constantly pushing boundaries and trying out new teaching techniques, which resulted in a major interest in his subject history of art from his students.

But what was the strangest thing about him was his way to examine student’s knowledge of his subject since he didn’t ask questions about it in class, in front of many people, but he asked the students to meet him in his office for a private interview.

At first it had seemed dauntingly terrifying and everyone thought he hid more, than just a simple interview about Picasso, Rubens or Giotto.

But once Coco had tried to “seduce” him, which resulted in her getting a complain on her behavior and failing the class, something for which she still complained with her ‘Marie Antoinette attitude’, meanwhile you just rolled your eyes at her stupidity.

Although Mr. Langdon asked each interview to remain private between him and the student for the student’s privacy, some of your fellow students had revealed you some details, mostly because you were extremely anxious about the exam.

History of art was one of your favorite subjects at the boarding school and you were fascinated by Mr. Langdon’s ingenious lessons (although all the girls would joke about him being a male version of “Mona Lisa Smile”), so you didn’t want to fail it.

And from what you had gathered from your friends, Mr. Langdon wasn’t only interested in your knowledge of his subject, but he was also questioning you about your most inner soul.

But deep down nobody had wanted to reveal you some of the questions.

“They are private, (Y/N)” had mumbled Mallory, looking at you as if she had been burned by fire “… I am sorry but I think that it isn’t something that I can tell you, but believe me, nothing will ever make you feel ready enough for what it is to come”.

So, you weren’t truly calm when you walked in Mr. Langdon’s office, escorted by than governess Mrs. Venable, who liked Mr. Langdon less than anybody else did, since according to her, and from what Madison had referred to you, after an accurate mission of spying on the strict governess, ‘he was the portrait of any debauchery and sin’.

She was probably bitter, because he didn’t believe in her mindless rules, alongside acting like he owned the place, stealing everything she had built with her steady and merciless hand.

“Mrs. (L/N), remember to answer Mr. Langdon truthfully” she mumbled as she left you on the threshold of the closed studio, where the art story teacher interviewed his subjects “… good luck”.

You just bowed your head in submission, before you approached to knock onto the door, being immediately welcomed by Mr. Langon’s dark and hoarse voice, as he adjusted himself behind his desk, where various drawing stood, alongside many more books, which laid open.

The scarce light gave the office some kind of gloomy atmosphere and this didn’t ease the anxiety you felt churning in your stomach, desperately wanting to call for Mrs. Venable, but as you set your feet over the threshold Mr. Langdon’s eyes were onto you, staring at you predatorily.

“Mrs. (Y/N) such an honor to finally meet you” he mumbled, inviting you with an elegant gesture of his hand, ordering you to come forward and sit, in front of him, to which you obeyed quickly.

Unlike many of your fellow students, you didn’t have any behavioral trauma or problem, you were more a shy child your parents had no use of in their travels.

‘Why can’t you just smile more?’.

‘Why can’t you have friends?’.

‘Why can’t you just be more like us?’.

You had no clue why you were so closed off, sensitive and gentle, anything your parents didn’t approve of, since they were socialite of the highest steps of the celebrity ladder: you were an ashamed dot on their immaculate records.

Hence, they had thought that the private boarding school could hide you well enough and maybe had they remembered about you they would have some day come to take you back.

You didn’t hate the boarding school, as many of your fellow students did: it gave you a chance to appreciate your usual calm style of life, which you loved with all your shy heart, but still…

… in some moments you wondered whether you were losing something of the outside world.

Maybe it was men like Michael Langdon that made you blush just as they looked at you.

You took a seat, in front of him, focusing your attention on the conjoined hands in your lap, although Mr. Langdon’s gaze stayed on you, in an heavy velvety caress that got you to tremble lightly, meanwhile a thrill of an unknown emotion moved down your spine.

“… you are rather interested in my subject” a quick nod was all you were able to reply “…although you don’t intervene often, I see that you listed in your future work options of wanting to to take a job in the art sector”.

Although it wasn’t an inquiry you knew he was expecting an answer.

“… I would love to work in a gallery or with children, teaching, although it can be difficult sometimes”.

“I can absolutely agree with that” his tone was almost heartfelt and it eased you on a more comfortable note, with you straightening your stance onto the chair, although your eyes were still linked to your hands “… have you ever visited any art gallery or museum?”.

“Oh, I have been in Italy for a whole month, meanwhile my parents were on a tour” you replied immediately, excited that now you knew somebody who would appreciate the same delicacies as you.

“Are they musicians?” you were sure that the answer could be found not only in the latest tabloids but also in your file so the fact that Mr. Langdon was ignorant on the matter surprised you.

Positively.

“Actors, they are mostly performing in theater, lately” you explained, thinking about the Italian tour you had gone on, barely sixteen and meanwhile your parents slept off their hangover you visited many beautiful cities, recognizing some of them in Langdon’s drawing.

“Acting: when life imitates art” he mumbled, his tone lightly sarcastic and you couldn’t stop a little giggle to leave your lips “… but I am glad to know that I am not talking only with lost causes: people like you make teaching worth it”.

Although they were compliments, there was some darker tone in Mr. Langdon’s words, seducing and hypnotizing, which got you to finally raise your head and meet his cerulean eyes, a mix of beautiful blue was tinted with the shades of grey, mostly for the influence of the dark room.

His blonde curls were elegantly styled as a veil of gold, soft at the sole sight and you wondered whether he had simply woken up like this or took care of it, and you thought what it would feel to card an hand through it and pull it, meanwhile you straightened it, entwining it through your fingers.

All these thoughts made you unfocused and when you realized that Michael Langdon had caught you in your fantasy you blushed immediately softly retiring again your gaze onto your hands.

And you felt Mr. Langdon’s smug look on you, as if his plan was working.

“Then I hope you visited Rome, and Galleria Borghese” you nodded immediately, remembering walking the beautiful mansion in the middle of the chaotic Rome, just to be welcomed with your own retire from the chaotic city life, in a peace of the senses that had brought you to lose yourself.

Mr. Langdon fidgeted with some drawings, before he moved to you a polaroid with the beautiful “Apollo and Dafne” statue by Gian Lorenzo Bernini.

The two statues entwined in a fatal embrace that had doomed Dafne in becoming Apollo’s favorite plant.

“Then you won’t mind telling me what this is” and you immediately replied with the most classical of answers, explaining the dates and the commission behind the sculpture, before moving onto an explanation of what this statue stood for.

You gaze was linked to the photo, but you felt Mr. Langdon’s heavy eyes on you.

“… can you also tell me the reason behind the inscription on the base of the statue” he stopped you halfway your mumblings to point to the basement, where a Latin phrase was written.

“It’s a warning against the temptations of lust” you immediately replied, moving your eyes onto Mr. Langdon’s face, since it wasn’t something you had talked in class: you could barely mumble something about ‘lust’ or ‘temptation’ without having to explain the meaning of it to Mrs. Venable.

“… oh, truly delightful” praised you Mr. Langdon, making you blush, but you withheld his stare, proud of your answer “… do you think that lust is bad, Mrs. (L/N)?”.

You couldn’t help but blush, because since you had isolated yourself from your fellow peers, you had never experienced lust to the point that you had thought it wasn’t in your destiny.

But there was something downright sinful, that made you feel lust, indeed, towards Mr. Langdon.

You weren’t the first one to fall to his charms, hence the reason why you tried desperately to be so in control with him.

“…I do think that it depends” you mumbled, meanwhile Mr. Langdon shifted his head onto an hand, looking at you closer, making you feel even more intimidated, although his eyes showed a true light of interest, as if he valued your opinion “Measure is something important in each thing: Lucretius would condemn lust, alongside Virgil… the impossibility to fulfill desire is something that damns Dido, but…”.

“But?” he was literally pending onto your lips, wondering what would be coming next and you couldn’t help but be beyond proud of that effect, straightening your position on the chair.

“… but is life worth without pleasure? Passion can be devastating, but Lord Tennison doesn’t say 'tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all’, doesn’t Ovid find damnation and his greatest glory in love?”.

“A true classicist, Mrs. (L/N)” commented Michael, softly, his eyes caressing you and his interest sparking up “… but we are making all this pagan talk … when Bernini was a loyal collaborator of the Catholic Church, such as in this work of his”.

And then “Saint Theresa” was shown to you, the beauty of the form intensified by the marble chosen and the décor around the entire chapel, where the Cornaro family watched the miracle happening in the center of it.

After a brief description of the chapel, you moved onto explaining Saint Theresa’s legend: she had been documenting this in her diaries, talking about how she had been transfixed in the chest by an arrow, shot by an angel, like drawn and sculpted in the complex statue.

And this brought the saint to prove what was described in the Sant Scriptures as “ecstasy”.

“Ecstasy could be described in a more earthly way as…” and you tried to calm down, smothering the blush that was fighting to show up on your face “… an orgasm, since Bernini used the depiction of sexual ecstasy, which gained quite a few times some rather problematic critics and accuseo f being blasphemous, mostly because we are in the Counterreformation era…”.

You tried to shove off your uneasiness trying to cover the embarrassment with overtalking, which was something you always did and would function most of the time…

… but not with Mr. Langdon.

“… Mrs. (L/N) there is no need to be shy, I am not Mrs. Venable” he laughed, sending you a very pointed look, before he smirked “… Bernini does indeed have an… ambiguity to his sculptures, which I honestly find like it’s one of the most interesting about his style, don’t you think?”.

You were all red in the face, you could totally feel it, immediately reaching out to gently pull up your sleeves and pushing the collar of your modest uniform, a simple plain shirt under a black overalls, with a skirt instead of pants, which covered both your chest and your legs, since the skirt was over the knee.

The only tempting exception to the rules was the stockings, rigorously black but slightly sheer.

“… I found it…” you tried to take some time ignoring the question and looking around Mr. Langdon’s desk, more to fake some kind of delirious confusion than to actually hide your gaze “… interesting”.

“Certainly, a girl who can speak about Bernini and Tennyson and Lucretius can surely use some better term than simply ‘interesting’ “ the arrogant way with which he spoke got something to act up in you and suddenly you lost any pretense of embarrassment.

“… of course, I can! And I find Bernini extremely interesting because of his beautiful depiction of ethereal beauty, mixed and stained with some human pleasures, hence the depiction of such pleasures in his statues”.

You hadn’t looked even in the slightest at Michael for the entire time of the discourse as you met his gaze knowing perfectly that you had gone over your role as a student, probably disrespecting him in some way.

But Mr. Langdon was simply looking at you as if he had the “Saint Theresa” of Bernini shown in front of him, and you just took a deep breath trying to recompose yourself, and as your hands retreated from Mr. Langdon’s desk, but he quickly reached out for them, holding them in an extremely tight grip as you reached out to look in his eyes.

“Truly wonderful, Mrs. (L/N)” he mumbled, looking at you completely absorbed in your eyes, before he left your hands and your gaze, making you almost stumble on the desk lowering yourself on it and almost falling ungracefully on your elbows, as he moved to retrieve something.

What he tried to find, meanwhile you wondered whether what had just happened was just your imagination acting up or had truly happened, was the little block of paper where he teachers wrote their grade of the students, which would be given to Mrs. Venable and added to the other grade for the final exam.

He then moved it to you, offering it to your eyes and although the grade was definitely impressive you couldn’t help but gawk at it.

“Something is wrong, Mrs. (L/N)?” he asked, meanwhile you scrunched your nose, and although anything screamed in your body to just shut up, you were unable to obey it and muttered, without even thinking.

“I think that I deserve more than the grade you have me, sir”.

He smirked, meanwhile realization slowly came over to you about what you had just said.

“Well, well” he commented, slowly pushing himself in a more relaxed position in his chair, his legs crossing over and his ankle touching perfectly his knee “… I gotta admit that I love a girl who is ambitious”.

Again, your mouth spoke again, and you were unable to withhold your words.

“I am not ambitious. I know what I deserve and won’t settle for anything else”.

After your little discourse Mr. Langdon was definitely intrigued, amusement and something darker shining in his eyes.

“And to think that you appear like such a shy and meek girl” he mumbled, his lips following perfectly each word in a sensual dance, that ignited your cheeks, but you didn’t back down, standing to your phrase “… the little mouse has the personality of a fierce lioness, I gotta admit that I like that about you, Mrs. (L/N), almost as much as I love that pretense of innocence you hid behind…”.

“I don’t know what you mean” you muttered, finally your embarrassment setting up, in your guts, although nothing in you wanted to stay and be lost in those provocative eyes.

“Exactly, you act like this pure sweet girl, shy and scared by anything, when in reality you don’t want nothing more than a proper competition, somebody who understand what you think and will challenge… you want to roar and somebody who will answer”.

You couldn’t help but agree with the entire thing, although you were too ashamed to admit it.

For all your life people had tried to change you to shape you in their prospective, but nobody had ever tried to lower themselves to your level and understand you.

Give you a proper challenge that would burn out the rest.

Except Mr. Langdon.

“It is true, you, Mrs. (L/N), deserve definitely something more, more than this boarding school, more than feeling like you mean nothing and that you count less than that” his hand again shot out and this time it caressed your arms, naked due to the fabric that had ridden up, meanwhile you attempted to relax and cool your body temperature “… but you are the one who stuck yourself in this position, hence you are the only one who can help yourself out”.

“But I don’t know how” the entire discourse spoke to you in a soulful way that you couldn’t help but answer with your deepest soul exposed.

“… ecstasy is the freest of the expressions of glory” you didn’t follow Mr. Langdon’s discourse, what “ecstasy” had to do with you, but still with the way he was gently caressing you and the way his tone had become so serious “… in ecstasy saints and martyrs discover the deepest of secrets, and you, my dear, little mouse, should do the same”.

Breath was taken from your lungs and your answer took a few minutes.

“How can I experience ecstasy?! I am not even a believer!” desperation shone in your tone, since as you had been put in front of your sadness, your existence explained and reduced to nothing more than a cliché, you felt nothing more than an emptiness that threated to consume you.

“What is truly ecstasy, if we cut off the entire religious part?” his hand moved in elegant gesture, completely hypnotizing your face “… it isn’t nothing more than when you feel the freest, Mrs. (L/N): sex shows us the most vulnerable side of us”.

Your cheeks were definitely on fire and you immediately raised from the chair, some part of you indignant to his indecent proposal, and some other…

… desperately wanted to follow on.

“This is abuse of your power!” you screamed and grabbed the first drawings that you found on his desk and threw them in his face, but he didn’t have any reactions, instead remaining perfectly icy and glacial, and before you knew it, the part of you that was aroused by his suggestion made wet heat recoil in your nest, the one between your legs.

“Then run away, Mrs. (L/N)” he was extremely serious “… you can tell it to Mrs. Venable, give her a reason to throw me away, please…”.

But you didn’t move, you didn’t run away and you didn’t say anything to Mrs. Venable instead shooting a quick look at the door to find that it was closed perfectly.

“… or stay here, be my guest and found out how much better life can be” his voice was an erotic whisper and you were sure it was meant simply for your ears “… it can be strangely freeing to let our darkest desire finally get the best of us, after we oppressed them for so long”.

You didn’t know if it was the fact that Mr. Langdon had chosen you, beside your schoolmates, prettier and more interesting than you or his discourse, but something had started being ignited in your chest and suddenly you were just unable to stop the fire from spreading.

And soon you were onto the desk, leaning down to kiss Mr. Langdon, you, who was barely able to have a normal talk with people, doing the first move, which was gently welcomed with a sweet answer of Mr. Langdon’s lips, pressing against yours with an emphasis that brought down any resistance you had.

You broke apart just for air, and when you did, although Michael was hiding everything in his gaze you caught a bit of surprise as if he hadn’t expected you to act up on your desire.

And soon his mouth, barely away from yours, was turned in a smirk.

“… you are a delight, Mrs. (L/N)”.

“(Y/N)” you mumbled shyly, before hiding your gaze “… you might as well as call me by my first name since you seem to know everything about me”.

“Then I insist you call me Michael” he grabbed your chin to push you to meet his tantalizing beautiful eyes “… you taste so much sweeter, than I thought”.

“You have thought about this?” you asked, surprised, enough for Michael to push you back in your chair, with a light push, meanwhile he raised from the chair, effectively towering over you.

“Oh you have no idea how much the thought of you crosses my mind” you blushed, immediately at his meaningful words, pushing yourself further in your seat, meanwhile he came around the desk to effectively tower over you, making you shiver in your sit “… the only girl with a mind that is capable to attract me”.

You blushed, feeling yourself unable to stop a giggle from coming to life in your stomach, meanwhile Mr. Langdon… Michael was in front of you.

“Twice as beautiful as a Raphael’s painting…” he continued, meanwhile he gently lowered till he was between your legs and you couldn’t help but blush, knowing what would come next.

Had your stack of erotica spoken the truth.

“… and if you taste sweet from your mouth, I wonder what you’ll taste like down there” and before you knew it, your stockings were pushed down on your legs and discarded without minding them any interest, he then raise dlightly your long skirt, making you blush and attempt to close them “… don’t deny my little piece of heaven, little Theresa”.

The words made a thrill go down your spine and suddenly your legs, slowly opened revealing your simple green panties, nothing too much, simple cotton since it did the job pretty well, and didn’t irritate you, but also didn’t hide your arousal very well.

And you were suddenly conscious that Michael knew about it all too well, as his eyes reflected lust and satisfaction.

“I could smell you perfectly as you walked in here, you were scared, but wanted more…” his hands come up slowly to your thighs, effectively caressing the tender skin of the inner part, just a few millimeters from your nest, perfectly hidden by soaked panties, shining in the dim light of office “… and then you started talking about ecstasy and passion flowed in you, you are a fucking masterpiece”.

And his hands finally came up to your panties and pressed down onto your puffy folds, excitation having pushed them to swollen lightly and you were unable to stop a moan from leaving your mouth, but luckily you caught yourself, biting your lips to suppress the sound.

And Michael smirked at that, before his fingers traced a little line between your fold, teasing you further, before they came to a halt right on your clit, and there his touch becoming even more featherlight.

He looked at you in the eyes, after that, and your cheeks were again moderately red, this time due to arousal and not embarrassment.

This was definitely freeing.

He smirked knowing exactly how you were feeling, meanwhile his hand moved down your thighs pushing lightly in them and you were sure that marks would be in there, although the pressure helped you focus on an earthlier level..

“… doesn’t it feel good?” he muttered, meanwhile you breathed down, heavily “… doesn’t it feel right?”.

You were just able to nod, begging for more and Michael didn’t hesitate to give you more, again caressing you with the back of his hand, before he pushed your panties to the side, with such ferocity that you couldn’t help but blush, and hide your face in your hands.

You were vulnerable and open for him, your arousal evident and you couldn’t help but feel self-conscious for a single moment, before Michael’s tongue came down between your folds tracing the same line he had touched with his hands, and if you had been left breathless by his hands-

His tongue caught all your breath and you held it in your lungs.

Surprise coursed through you and a tremble went through your body.

“So responsive” he mumbled, truly amazed by your reactions and suddenly shyness started disappearing in your soul, solely focusing on your pleasure “… my little girl”.

And he pushed himself further in you, his tongue finding your clit and his lips attaching on it, sucking it, till he got enough and moved to collect the wetness you held between your thighs, your juices glowing on his face.

And then his tongue parted your folds, penetrating you in the deepest and most secret part.

You were past the point of no return.

You didn’t know what was going on through your body, only pleasure coursed through you and before you knew it, you were lost in your own personal ecstasy, with Michael’s expert mouth, pushing his tongue in you, teasing your little pearl with slow strokes and then fucking you with his tongue, in fast thrusts, knowing exactly what to do to make you crazy.

“… I am close” you mumbled, not knowing why you felt the need to make Michael’s attention fall on you, as he raised his head to finally meet your eyes and the sight was so intensely erotic, that you felt even more arousal flood in your center “… fuck, this is just… I don’t know if I can…”.

Michael looked like an angel, with his long blonde hair, perfectly styled and before he even knew it you tangled your hands in them, pulling them till his mouth came to the point where you wanted and he smirked, against your pearl, gently biting it, a little pain that brought you back to reality.

But then the real fun began because Michael intensified his moves till he brought you over the edge again, helping himself with his fingers, after he eased one in you, a sudden penetration which had been strange for a few minutes before Michael crooked his finger gently in you, hitting that perfect spot and making you almost fall from your chair.

From that moment on Michael held a hand against your waist, to restrain you from buckling up against his face and his fingers, gently easing pleasure in you.

And this was enough for you.

Your ecstasy came onto you not like some kind of stabbing or poking made by an angel (although you had to admit that you heard some kind of angelic choir) but in waves of pleasure, and with Michael’s teasing smile, suckling lightly on your clit.

Your breath became shallow and your fingers dug in the chair, meanwhile you tried to push yourself through it, feeling the pleasure take over and never wanting to leave this kind of sensation.

When you came down, after Michael let you ride the waves of your orgasm with the gentle help of his finger since his tongue was too rough for your oversensitive folds, gently ushering you in your afterglow and when you were able to breath down without feeling like each breath lasted for ever…

… you saw the expression on Michael’s face.

Shame came to your mind first, at the knowledge that you had just done ‘that’ with your teacher, but he looked at you as if he had the true “Saint Theresa”, sculpted by Bernini in front of him.

“… I am…” you tried to apologize, quickly closing your legs, ashamed by how free you had let yourself be.

It was true you had left yourself be too free with him, and you weren’t sure if you could go back to how you had been before.

“… you are beautiful, little girl” he smirked, and laid a soft kiss on your inner thigh “… my own little private Saint Theresa in ecstasy”.

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acewong · 3 years

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The Interviews || Self-Para

Where: Santa Monica, California / San Francisco, California (in flashbacks)

When: February 2021 / flashbacks throughout Ace’s childhood

Featuring: Robin Horowitz, Tao Wong, Chelsea Cohen

Triggers: Mention of hospitals, mention of surgery

In recent months, Ace had gotten into YouTube, specifically making vlogs. As apart of a series he was doing about his experience as a deaf person, he decided to interview his family to get a better sense of what it was like to watch him grow up and lose his hearing. It wasn’t something they as a family ever really talked about, so part of the project was getting to know the truth for himself.

He went in with a vague idea of what he wanted to ask his family about, but he didn’t have any formal questions written out. Ace figured he didn’t need them because the conversations would flow organically.

Mom

The first interview was with his mom. Ace’s mom worked five days per week, and Ace worked Saturdays, so the only time he could find to interview her was on Sunday morning. After eating breakfast together, Ace set up the camera. He would’ve started sooner, but Robin insisted that she needed to put on something nice and do her hair and makeup. An hour went by, and Robin finally returned to the dining room.

Once Ace gave her the signal that he was recording, Robin said into the camera, “Hi, internet. My name is Robin and I’m Asa’s mom.”

Ace then asked, “So, Mom, did you have any idea that I would lose my hearing when I grew up?”

“I knew it was a possibility, but not that it would happen when you were so young. When I got pregnant with you, I asked your father about his family medical history.”

“And what did he say?”

“He said that a few people in his family had hearing loss. He said that people in his family started to go deaf in their late twenties and early thirties.”

“And what did you say?��

“I said, ‘We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.’ What else was I going to say? I was already pregnant and I knew I wanted to have you.”

“So how did you feel when I started losing my hearing as a toddler?”

“I was concerned. I was really worried that you would have difficulty learning and making friends in school. What mother wouldn’t worry about that? Plus you were so young and you were still learning how to speak...”

“Did you ever wish that I wasn’t deaf?”

Robin hesitated to answer. She sniffled before replying, “Yes. There were times when I watched you struggle and I wished... I wished I could do more to help you. Everyone wants what’s best for their kid. And you were my baby. You still are my baby. There were times where I wished I had a magic wand I could wave that would give you your hearing back, but there wasn’t. So I had to learn how to help you in other ways.”

“And how did you do that?”

“First I had to learn to communicate with you better. We started learning sign language when you were about eight years old. Looking back, we really should’ve started sooner, but...” She paused to sigh. “We thought hearing aids would make everything better, but they didn’t. So once we realized that, we had to figure out something else that would work better. A friend of mine at work recommended ABC Languages to me. I signed the whole family up for lessons, and they really helped. Your dad and I also had tutors for you for school and after a lot of arguing with your school district, we got an interpreter to go with you to your classes. Do you remember her?”

“Yeah, I remember Miss Marie. So, is there anything you want to say to the people out of the internet?”

“If you want to be a parent, make sure you’re prepared for anything. You never know what your child will grow up to be. You just need to love them no matter what. And if your child has a disability, make sure you give them a little extra special care and be patient with them.”

Ace stopped the camera, then said, “That was very nicely said, Mom.”

“Thanks, Ace. I’m going to take this make-up off now.”

Dad

The second interview was with his dad. His dad also worked a 9-5 job, so Ace decided to conduct his interview on the same day as his mom’s. After Robin was done, Tao swapped in. In hindsight, he probably should have interviewed his dad while his mom was getting ready to be on camera, but it was too late for that.

“Hello everyone, I am Tao. Thank you for having me on your show,” Tao said, smiling at the camera.

“Thanks for coming on. So, Dad, Mom told me that you knew that you had a family history of deafness when she was pregnant with me. Were you worried that I would go deaf?”

“My father started to lose his hearing when he was in his thirties, and my brother was in his late twenties. I knew it could happen, but... I don’t think I was fully prepared. Your mother was more prepared than I was. She already had your sisters when we got together, so she knew what raising children was like. I didn’t, at that point.”

“Can you talk about when you found out that I was losing my hearing and what your reaction was?”

“Sure. Your mom and I found out in 2002. You were in preschool and your teacher told us that you weren’t listening to her in class. We noticed that you would ask people to repeat themselves a lot. We took you to get a hearing exam and the doctor told us that you were starting to go deaf. I was in shock, honestly. Again, I wasn’t fully prepared. I thought that if it ever did happen, you would be an adult...”

“Did you ever wish I wasn’t deaf?”

“At first I did, but then I realized that it’s a part of you. I remember there was one day you came home from your sign language lessons and you were so excited to show us the new phrase you learned. You learned how to sign the word ‘proud.’ You signed, ‘I’m deaf, and I’m proud.’” Tao signed the phrase as he said it aloud. “You’re my kid, and I love you. All of you. Even when you don’t do the dishes when I ask you to.”

Ace chuckled at his dad’s quip. “So is there anything else you want to say to the people of the internet?”

“Always be proud of who you are, unless you’re a murderer. Then maybe not... And when your dad asks you to do the dishes, please just do them. It’s not that hard.”

“Alright, I get it! I’ll do the dishes when I put my camera away!” he whined, pausing the recording.

Chelsea

The last interview was with his sister, Chelsea. Chelsea was the most reluctant to participate in Ace’s project. He saved her interview for last because he wanted to make sure she was comfortable first. Ace conducted her interview about a week after his parents.

“Can you introduce yourself to everyone?” Ace asked, turning the camera on.

“I’m Chelsea.”

“And can you tell everyone what your relationship to me is?”

“I’m your older half-sister.”

“So, Chelsea, can you talk about what our relationship was like growing up?”

“It... wasn’t easy. It was mostly my fault, though. Abby and I were real jealous of you.”

Ace interrupted to clarify, “Abby is our eldest sister. She doesn’t live with us. Sorry, continue.”

“Abby was ten when you were born, and I was eight. Neither of us really wanted anything to do with you. No offense. You kinda took all the attention away from us.”

“None taken. Do you think our relationship changed after I started losing my hearing?”

“Between you and me? Not really. I was still jealous. I was kind of a little shit back then.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I just kinda ignored you. You’d try to hang out with me and shit, but I never wanted to. You’d try to sign with me, but I never really paid attention in those ASL classes, so I didn’t even know what you were saying to me half the time. It was shitty.”

“When do you think we started getting close?”

“When you got your surgery for your implant.”

“Can you talk more about that?”

“Uh. Yeah. Sure. Well, you were thirteen, and I just turned twenty-one. I had my own shit going on back then and I was really only thinking about myself. But I just came back to town that week, and Mom wanted all of us to be there with you when you woke up. Looking at you in the hospital bed, seeing how small and vulnerable you were, something just clicked for me. I thought to myself, ‘I need to be a better sister. We’re family, we should be sticking together.’”

Ace felt himself tearing up when she said that. Chelsea struggled a lot with her mental health back then, so Ace was glad that she was finally able to talk about it to a degree. His relationship with his sister still wasn’t the strongest, but he was so glad to be getting closer to her as an adult. “So is there anything else you want to say to the people of the internet?”

“ACAB.”

Ace laughed as he stopped the camera. “Thanks, Chels. Fuck, I’m definitely gonna keep that part in there.”

“You fuckin’ better.”

#self para #Robin Horowitz #Tao Wong #Chelsea Cohen

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kangtaebins · 3 years

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Weird Asks That Say A Lot

I said I was going to just answer all of these bc of boredom,, and so here I am

1. Coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans? Teacups are aesthetically pleasing idc what anyone says

2. Chocolate bars or lollipops? Lollipops

3. Bubblegum or cotton candy? Cotton candy supremacy

4. How did your elementary school teachers describe you? I was told that I was a leader a lot, and was told that I was very intelligent. Ah yes, I suffered from gifted kid burn out in high school-

5. Do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups? Look, plastic cups are the best. Specifically the ones with the lids and reusable straws

6. Pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear? It truly depends on the day bc some days I would say goth and other days I’d say grunge, but most days- pastel

7. Earbuds or headphones? Earbuds

8. Movies or TV shows? TV shows bc- idk actually I’m just not a movie person

9. Favorite smell in the summer? I have a weird obsession with the smell of cheap sunscreen and I have no clue why

10. Game you were best at in p.e.? I hated gym in high school and rarely participated despite the teacher being irritated with me (truly she gave up after a few months bc I really did not care at all) HOWEVER- I went to town in volleyball and still enjoy playing volleyball v much

11. What do you have for breakfast on an average day? I don’t eat breakfast often,,,

12. Name of your favorite playlist? Probably my Navy or Indigo playlist

13. Lanyard or key ring? Key ring

14. Favorite non-chocolate candy? Anything green apple!!!

15. Favorite book you read as a school assignment? I actually genuinely enjoyed Romeo And Juliet tbh

16. Most comfortable position to sit in? I always curl up in a ball on the couch, but in a chair I manspread ngl

17. Most frequently worn pair of shoes? Nike slides <//3

18. Ideal weather? Between 50-70 degrees, sunny but not warm, being able to wear a hoodie and not be hot or cold

19. Sleeping position? I usually either sleep on my left side or on my stomach (my back once in a while when it’s hurting bc I’m a hag)

20. Preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)? I write on my phone more than anything

21. Obsession from childhood? Hm- I was really obsessed with High School Musical as a kid. My friend and I would put it on and lip sync to the songs and pretend we were the characters

22. Role model? Is it- wrong to say myself? Bc I feel like that sounds arrogant but genuinely it’s bc I’m constantly trying to better myself mentally and learn and grow. Idk I just am proud of who I am and look to myself when I need to find motivation

23. Strange habits? Strange? Idk if it’s strange but I’m constantly twiddling with the hem of my sleeves bc I love the feeling of it

24. Favorite crystal? Citrine

25. First song you remember hearing? WH- bitch idk tf

26. Favorite activity to do in warm weather? Stay tf inside in the air conditioning

27. Favorite activity to do in cold weather? Stay tf inside in the heat

28. Five songs to describe you? To describe me?? Girl idk I'm all over the place. How about songs that resonate with me instead,,, Alive by Khalid, Paranoid by Lauv, Phobia by Dvwn, Fake Smile by Ariana Grande, and Breathin by Ariana Grande

29. Best way to bond with you? Truly I'm not very difficult to get along with, just don't be an asshole. Talk to me about psychology, current events, say Soobin is the cutest to exist idk it's not that hard

30. Places that you find sacred? I- hm. I'm not like a church person or anything so idk. Maybe just anything really old or places with very detailed and unique architecture

31. What outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? I don't own many clothes,,, let alone nice clothes. I also don't really dress to impress I'd much rather be comfortable

32. Top five favorite vines? Oh god if I h a d to pick???? The lipstick in the Valentino bag, they were roommates, it's an avocado- thaaanks, jared 19, and uh,,, zach stooppp you're gonna get in trouble

33. Most used phrase in your phone? Tbh it's probably "girl what-" or "no bc"

34. Advertisements you have stuck in your head? That 877-CASH-NOW ONE JFC

35. Average time you fall asleep? Between 11pm-1am

36. What is the first meme you remember ever seeing? Probably the troll face one or smth

37. Suitcase or duffel bag? Suitcase

38. Lemonade or tea? I mix them together!

39. Lemon cake or lemon meringue pie? Lemon meringue pie bc I don't really like cake

40. Weirdest thing to ever happen at your school? Y'all I- went to a hs/college mixed school,, I've seen it all. Weirdest?? Idk but one weird thing I remember was when we were making whistles in art and some dude made a penis whistle 😭

41. Last person you texted? My best friend :))

42. Jacket pockets or pants pockets? Jacket pockets

43. Hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket? Hoodie 100%

44. Favorite scent for soap? I love soaps that smell like soap. Like ok duh I know that sounds dumb but yk what I mean? I don't want lemon or mint or whatever, I like the plain soap smell

45. Which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero? Fantasy

46. Most comfortable outfit to sleep in? Oversized t-shirt, no pants. I question anyone that is comfortable sleeping with pants on-

47. Favorite type of cheese? Feta!

48. If you were a fruit, what kind would you be? I feel like I'd be a pineapple and I have no clue why

49. What saying or quote do you live by? Not necessarily a quote but more of a thought: live for yourself, enjoy each day, do what gives you joy

50. What made you laugh the hardest you ever have? I have had so many instances in which I have laughed so hard I peed and to even attempt to name one is impossible

51. Current stresses? Making sure my family gets their vaccines and stays safe

52. Favorite font? I don't think I have one? Anything except comic sans

53. What is the current state of your hands? What does this even mean 💀 I mean,, they're holding my phone, cold, and my nails are unpolished

54. What did you learn from your first job? That people are assholes but I'm capable of not giving a fuck bc life is not that damn serious

55. Favorite fairy tale? Is The Three Little Pigs considered a fairy tale?

56. Favorite tradition? Putting up the Christmas tree with my mom :( it's always a lot of fun

57. The three biggest struggles you’ve overcome? Depression, grief, and hopefully one day- smth I'm currently dealing with

58. Four talents you’re proud of having? Makeup!! But also: singing, crying on command, and tying cherry stems with my tongue

59. If you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be? Sick of these bitches

60. If you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be? I don't watch anime so idk

61. Favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.? It's this line from Eleanor & Park: "Eleanor was right: She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something."

62. Seven characters you relate to? Holy hell, 7?? Probably won't get that many but hm,,, Darlene from Roseanne, Hermione from Harry Potter, Emily from Pretty Little Liars maybe?? Idk I suddenly blanked

63. Five songs that would play in your club? As if it's Your Last by BP, anything from SHINee, anything from Ariana, also anything Rihanna, just a bunch of women tbh

64. Favorite website from your childhood? FUCKING WEBKINZ BRO

65. Any permanent scars? I have a few on my arms idk where they came from tbh, I also have one on my hand from my sister 🧍🏻‍♀

66. Favorite flower(s)? Sunflowers!!! I also really love lilacs 💔

67. Good luck charms? My dog's collar that I wear as a bracelet

68. Worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried? Licorice-

69. A fun fact that you don’t know how you learned? It takes repeating a piece of information 12 times at random to memorize it completely

70. Left or right handed? Right

71. Least favorite pattern? Fucking chevron- and realistic camo, and anything with the American flag

72. Worst subject? Yall im awful at history. American history, world history, all of it-

73. Favorite weird flavor combo? Either pickles and peanut butter or cheese and grapes

74. At what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen? I'm stubborn but also always in pain so I've become numb to a lot of body pains. I have to be at like a 7-8 before I take smth otherwise I'd always be taking it

75. When did you lose your first tooth? I was probably like 5 I was definitely in Kindergarten

76. What’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)? I fw baked potatoes

77. Best plant to grow on a windowsill? I have a love for succulents

78. Coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store? Oh my- I don't drink coffee but coffee from a gas station

79. Which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo? Driver's license for sure

80. Earth tones or jewel tones? Jewel tones

81. Fireflies or lightning bugs? I say both,, but I think I say lightning bugs more

82. PC or console? PC

83. Writing or drawing? Both

84. Podcasts or talk radio? Podcasts definitely

84. Barbie or polly pocket? Barbie

85. Fairy tales or mythology? Fairy tales

86. Cookies or cupcakes? C o o k i e s

87. Your greatest fear? Losing people I love

88. Your greatest wish? To live comfortably and be a great mother

89. Who would you put before everyone else? My family

90. Luckiest mistake? Guessing on 90% of a test and getting an A 💀

91. Boxes or bags? Bags are easier to carry-

92. Lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights? Fairy lights!!

93. Nicknames? Sam, Sammi, my sister calls me Sams, my best friend calls me Bub, and my gf calls me Baby if that counts- 👀

94. Favorite season? Fall omg it's gorgeous and has perfect temperatures

95. Favorite app on your phone? ✨tumblr✨

96. Desktop background? Its literally a pic of Soobin, Taehyun, and Beomgyu

97. How many phone numbers do you have memorized? Like 4-5

98. Favorite historical era? The one where white people learn their fucking place and stop being racist, homophobic, classist, sexist, all the -ists and -phobics,,,, so none. Fuck history :))

#idk what to put in the tags so if you actually read all of these then damn you're the real mvp

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mundanewayv · 4 years

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wayv teaching you their language (part. 2)

Part Two (Lucas, Xiaojun, Hendery, Yangyang)

Part One

LUCAS

Lucas was screaming over the phone in Cantonese with Xiaojun and Hendery, while his fingers furiously clicked on his keyboard, playing some online game. You repeated after him quietly as you scrolled through instagram, clueless about what he was saying.

When you heard his palms slap his forehead and him screaming some random words, probably because he was defeated, you repeated what he said to tease him.

“Babe!” his eyes widened when he heard the words coming out from your mouth and he removes his headphones where Xiaojun and Hendery exploded in loud guffaws, moving to sit beside you and seizing your cheeks between his hands

“You can’t say that!” he laughs, the sides of his eyes drooping as he smiled.

“Why not?” you asked innocently.

“It’s not a good word, babe!” Lucas squeezes your cheeks,

“Let me teach you nicer words,” he turns you to face him.

“Okay, say ‘leng’.” you repeat after him.

“Good! It means, pretty or handsome. Like me.” Lucas praises himself wherever he could.

“Another one, ‘ngo oi nei’.” he sliced up the words one by one in hopes it would help you pronounce the words easier. And when you easily repeated after him, he pats your head gently

“Smart girl, now guess what it means.”

“Sounds like ‘best girlfriend’ to me.” you jokingly replied him.

“NO! It’s ‘I love you’, silly.” Lucas’s sweet laughter fills the house in adoration of you trying to learn his language.

He may not be the best teacher like Kun, but he makes sure, every cantonese lesson with him would always be filled with laughter and cheesy phrases because it makes him blush when you say them.

XIAOJUN

It was your idea to pick up Mandarin on your own as a university module because you thought it was an interesting language that was rich in history and culture and who knows, you could even use it professionally.

You looked at your homework: which was to describe what you saw in the picture and express your opinions, in which it was one depicting a music store. Sure the thoughts came to you perfectly fine in your native language but how were you going to phrase them fluently in mandarin? You therefore, roped your significant other, Xiaojun to teach you!

You’ve seen him teach and interact with his little nephews who were just beginning to mumble their first words of mandarin (and still leaps ahead of you). Xiaojun is patient and doesn’t hold back with his praises and encouragements.

“Alright, tell me what you see here, in english first.”

“Okay, there’s someone listening to some music, and he seems very immersed in it and he is very passionate about it.”

“Good job! You got the main stuff down, so now I’ll teach you some of the important words you need in mandarin.” Xiaojun smiles from ear to ear happily, elated about your progress.

“Listening to music would be, ‘ting yin yue’.” you jotted down the pronunciation, Xiaojun helping you with the placement of the intonations.

“And immersed would be ‘tao zui’ and passionate would be ‘re qing’.” for a beginner like you, these words were big but Xiaojun constantly reassures you, practicing and repeating the words with you guiding you into putting them into the sentences you required.

Finally, after long hours of practice with Xiaojun, you finally pieced a perfectly crafted speech to present about the picture and you were not stumbling over words.

Xiaojun plants a kiss on your knuckles,

“I’m so proud of you! I’m sure you’ll do well, babe.”

HENDERY

Chinese New Year was around the corner and it was the first time Hendery was bringing you back to Macau to meet his family.

Anxious was an understatement. You were a nervous wreck. You couldn’t speak Cantonese or mandarin and you really wanted to try and get to know his family better.

“Don’t worry too much, love. I’ll help you talk to them if you need.” Hendery reassures you as he picks out a few clothes to bring.

“No, Hendery. I want to try speaking to them on my own. To let them know that I’m trying even though I’m not the best at it.” he moves to sit beside you, planting a kiss on your forehead,

“Don’t stress yourself, alright. I’ll just teach you the basics!”

“You first start with a hello which is ‘nei hou’.” okay, pretty easy for a start. You nailed it.

“You can address my mom and dad as ‘ah-yi’ and ‘suk-suk’.” you bit the words well, yet to sound awkward.

“Good! Now a simple New Year greeting is accompanied with a wish for the other, so maybe something simple like, ‘gung-hei-fatt-choi, san-tai-gin-hong’! Which means, happy new year and have good health!”

Hendery guides you word by word, something giggling when you stumble certain syllables but never hesitates to repeat and help you perfect it.

“You sound like a natural and I’m sure they’ll like you, I promise.” Hendery plants a few more kisses on your forehead, hoping to reassure you.

YANGYANG

This boy is a polyglot. And the fact itself impresses you. And with him on board this trip with you to Germany just made you feel even safer.

Sure you knew the usual greeting like hello and good day, but the best way to immerse yourself in a country was to speak their language. So you asked him to teach you some.

“Yang, can you teach me some German? So I can interact with the people around me in Germany!” Yangyang’s eyes light up when you express your interest in learning german.

“It’s really easy, I assure you!” he was bouncy, excited and might have forgotten you were starting from ground zero so it could be quite a tough cookie.

“Let’s start with the basics, you know like introducing yourself. So you say ‘Mein Name ist’ and you add your name at the back! And maybe you can say ‘Es freut mich’, that means nice to meet you. You try!”

German was a little bit difficult as there were alphabets that were pronounced differently as compared to when in English.

Yangyang makes sure you pronounce them accurately, going into even the smallest details and when you get it right, he would clap and take your hands in his, squeezing them to give you encouragement.

“And when you thank someone, you can say ‘Danke’ and goodbye will be ‘Tschüss’!” Yangyang ends, after teaching you some other important and useful phrases.

“It wasn’t as hard as you thought, isn’t it? I’m so happy that you’re doing so well on your first try!” he chuckles, pulling you into a tight hug with a proud smile across his face.

#wayv scenario #wayv scenarios #lucas scenario #nct scenario #hendery scenario #yangyang scenario #xiaojun scenario #nct scenarios #lucas #hendery #xiaojun #yangyang

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gh0stbird · 4 years

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Okay Now Do The Rest

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

Bright but argumentative. I was never afraid of pointing out things I didn’t feel were fair hfhddh

When we were learning numbers kids would often write 91 for nineteen, just flip them, y’know, and Ms. Potter yelled at the class for it. Baby Generiq went into it about how it was an understandable mix up because you do say the number first. In twenty-three you write the two first, so in nineteen it’s easy to assume you would write the nine first.

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

Tired.

8. movies or tv shows?

TV shows. Every book adaptation should also be a series not a movie. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

9. favorite smell in the summer?

Honeysuckle and sunshine

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

Floor hockey! My friend and I used to be brutal and swing at each other’s shins going after the ball. Also it was reminiscent of golf, which I competed in.

12. name of your favorite playlist?

I have an untitled playlist I cycle my current music in and out of, but Newton’s Third Law is my favorite named one!

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

I don’t- I guess the yellow smarties. Don’t come for me they taste like lemonade.

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

I assume this means assigned book and not the reports we got to pick for ourselves. Ah, Night was good. Lord of the Flies was fine but way overhyped. Again, don’t come for me.

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

If I can tuck my legs into the chair I am sitting in that is ideal!

18. ideal weather?

When you know it is going to rain and you get to stay home

19. sleeping position? (Skipped on accident)

I reeeally like pressure, so either against something or on my stomach.

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

Phone notes and a notebook! Sometimes a blank document but I always find it strangely intimidating

21. obsession from childhood?

Warrior Cats, Percy Jackson, and Maximum Ride were my big three!

22. role model?

Aa I try to straw from people I want to copy, but there are talents I look up to. Rachel Chavkin is a brilliant director, and there are so many artists and authors I look up to and who inspire me.

24. favorite crystal?

Obsidian because it’s black like my hea- I’m kidding, I do love obsidian, but it’s Rose Quartz because it’s a very very pretty, soft pink and makes me happy.

25. first song you remember hearing?

The mobile above my crib played Imagine by John Lennon. My childhood room was themed after it as well!

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

Swim or sit in the sunshine. Ben and I usually go driving with the top down as well.

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

Walking through fresh snow is amazing, so are snowball fights and building snowmen.

28. five songs to describe you?

Oh fuck yes

Hurricane - Hamilton

The Reckless and the Brave - All Time Low

Almost There - The Princess and the Frog

All This and Heaven Too - Florence + the Machine

Facade - Jekyll and Hyde: A Gothic Musical Thriller

30. places that you find sacred?

I don’t typically find places sacred, but certain headspaces are very special to me, and time spent with loved ones means more than enough to be considered sacred.

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

A black blazer with a white button-down and a skirt.

32. top five favorite vines?

I am in Missouri (misery)

I love you, Bitch

I want a Church girl

Obama’s “I know because I won both of them”

I won’t hesitate, Bitch!

33. most used phrase in your phone?

“No worries”

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

That fucking PFI bandana boot sale I stg

35. average time you fall asleep?

Somewhere between 9:00 and three in the morning

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

Some girl doing bunny ears on her friend. I don’t remember what the caption was

38. lemonade or tea?

Both. Mixed together. It’s called an Arnold Palmer and it is my favorite drink

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

Lemon cake!

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

We duck taped out principal to the wall once. Also some kid broke their tray over another kid’s head at lunch one time.

41. last person you texted?

The family group chat, though Beau if Discord counts

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

I wear a lot of leggings so jacket pockets!

44. favorite scent for soap?

We had some Lily of the Valley hand soap that was amazing

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

Fantasy, I think! I’ve never done super heavy into the other two. Though I definitely don’t want to ignore sci-fi because two of my favorite stories are a little science-fiction-y

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

A t-shirt and shorts

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

A banana. Generally accepted as a fruit and kind of just rolls with it, but is actually a berry

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

I fucking hate Hamilton-ing on main, but

“And when my prayers to god were met with indifference, I picked up a pen, I wrote my own deliverance!”

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

That changes every time Beau and I play HetaOni together, but I have fucking lost it for at least five minutes the last two sessions.

51. current stresses?

I dunno, man, life? My hair could use a wash

52. favorite font?

Covered by your Grace and I’m a big Spectral baby. These are both google docs! I don’t know if that makes a difference.

54. what did you learn from your first job?

Patience is important when teaching material, but never be afraid to find another approach better suited to the person you’re tutoring.

55. favorite fairy tale?

Robin Hood!

56. favorite tradition?

My family does homemade Springfield cashew chicken for Christmas!

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

Uhh lots of self-acceptance shit no one really wants to read

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

I can pop the joint at the center of my foot

That’s all

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

I sort of like my role as mom friend, so maybe I could keep that role in a sort of action-based anime that followed a group of friends

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

“I am not the protégé to waste your time on; I'm complete!” Jekyll and Hyde: GMT

62. seven characters you relate to?

Haha

Lisa Carew - Jekyll and Hyde: GMT

Japan - Hetalia/Oni

Garnett - Steven Universe

Hfhddh that’s all I can say that aren’t my own characters

63. five songs that would play in your club?

I Don’t Like Clubs, but

Overwhelmed - Royal + The Serpent

Backseat Serenade - All Time Low

Go Big or Go Home - American Authors

The Nights - Avicii

Tempo - Lizzo

64. favorite website from your childhood?

Webkinz!

65. any permanent scars?

Yep - One from a bad bike wreck. My body rejected the dissolvable stitches so it’s a lot bigger than it was supposed to be

66. favorite flower(s)?

Lily of the Valley, daisies, Day Lilies, and Dandelions! I also love honeysuckles but I don’t know if those count.

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

Accidentally drank rancid milk once!

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned? (Haha, nice)

The fastest, free way to fill up your potions on Wizard101 is to play Potion Motion to level three.

70. left or right handed?

Right handed

71. least favorite pattern?

On myself, animal print

72. worst subject?

I’ve never been intuitively good at History, I do think it’s interesting though.

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

I don’t like to take it until I can’t move without it.

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

Kindergarten? I had mono and then scarlet fever twice, so my baby teeth were pretty much ruined and they all fell out very fast.

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

Curly fries!

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

Kalanchoe’s, it literally Window’s Thrill. These babies are fairly temperamental outside and love partial sun, so the window is the perfect spot for them. And! If you keep them happy! They’ll bloom! My personal favorite is the pink bloom.

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

What’s wrong with coffee from a gas station? Also I don’t like seafood.

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

Earth tones!

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

Lightning bugs

82. pc or console?

PC!

84. podcasts or talk radio?

Podcasts - talk radios actually tend to get under my skin for n o reason

84. barbie or polly pocket?

Barbie, but let it be known I was brutal with mine. We did human sacrifices and the like.

85. fairy tales or mythology?

Mythology!

86. cookies or cupcakes?

Cookies, but I’m a slut for whipped frosting

87. your greatest fear?

Losing control!

88. your greatest wish?

A life beyond where I am now. Haha Stop chasing new down the hallway you’re so sexy haha

90. luckiest mistake?

Logged into Omegle in like 2015 and some rando asked me to join their Doctor Who roleplay. Luckiest moment of my gd life.

91. boxes or bags?

Bags! They’re easier to store

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

Sunlight! But in the late afternoon when everything is bathed in orange.

93. nicknames?

Mom is the most prevalent!

94. favorite season?

Fall into winter. Peak leaf crunch!

95. favorite app on your phone?

Discord or Notes

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sunshinesoull · 4 years

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from @tr33-g1rl

weird asks that say a lot

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

coffee mugs

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

chocolate bars

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

bubblegum

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

sweet

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

soda bottles

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

boho

7. earbuds or headphones?

earbuds

8. movies or tv shows?

tv show

9. favorite smell in the summer?

the earth after rain

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

dodgeball

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

cinnamon and sugar oatmeal

12. name of your favorite playlist?

goodgood

13. lanyard or key ring?

lanyard

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

gummy bears

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

These Truths: A History of the United States

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

criss cross applesauce

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

doc martens

18. ideal weather?

cool with sunshine out

19. sleeping position?

on my right side

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

laptop, i can type as fast as i think

21. obsession from childhood?

spirit-- the movie and horse

22. role model?

mom

23. strange habits?

eating my food by the least to most favorite on the plate

24. favorite crystal?

quartz

25. first song you remember hearing?

dog days are over- florence welch

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

swimming

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

reading

28. five songs to describe you?

habits-tovelo

tongue tied-grouplove

falling- florence

hostage-billie eilish

loving is easy-rex orange county

29. best way to bond with you?

sit in silence with me

30. places that you find sacred?

waterfalls

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

platform shoes and short skirt

32. top five favorite vines?

could have dropped my croissant

its wednesday my dudes

give me my fucking money

he on x games mode

ill fucking rip your head off bitch

33. most used phrase in your phone?

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

hurt in a car? call william matar...444-4444

35. average time you fall asleep?

11pm

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

idk

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

duffel bag

38. lemonade or tea?

tea

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

cake

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

farted in the middle of class

41. last person you texted?

my best friend

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

pants pocket

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

hoodie

44. favorite scent for soap?

lavender

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

sci-fi

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

nothing

47. favorite type of cheese?

brie

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

mango

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

to each their own

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

“i piss on you!!!”

51. current stresses?

work

52. favorite font?

times new roman

53. what is the current state of your hands?

clean

54. what did you learn from your first job?

the world revolves around money

55. favorite fairy tale?

alice in wonderland

56. favorite tradition?

christmas morning

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

rape

suicidal thoughts

eating disorder

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

listening, maturity, discretion, honesty

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

you wish

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

something hippydippy, lots of nature and treess

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

we accept the love we think we deserve

62. seven characters you relate to?

repunzel- tangled

charlie-perks of being a wallflower

summer - 500 days of summer

kat- 10 things i hate about you,

... honestly hard to think of 7

63. five songs that would play in your club?

tongue tied,

promiscuous

heads will roll

day n night crookers remix

snap yo fingers

64. favorite website from your childhood?

webkinz

65. any permanent scars?

on my knee, fell on concrete

66. favorite flower(s)?

dahlia

67. good luck charms?

bees and butterflies

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

hennessy

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

koalas have chlamydia

70. left or right handed?

right

71. least favorite pattern?

stripes

72. worst subject?

math

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

cheese balls and pb

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

no clue

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

YOU EXPECT ME TO CHOOSE?!

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

aloe vera

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

sushi grocery store

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

student id

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

earth

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

lightning bugs

82. pc or console?

idk idc

83. writing or drawing?

writing

84. podcasts or talk radio?

podcast

84. barbie or polly pocket?

barbie

85. fairy tales or mythology?

mythology

86. cookies or cupcakes?

87. your greatest fear?

sex trafficking

88. your greatest wish?

happiness for myself and my loved ones

89. who would you put before everyone else?

my parents

90. luckiest mistake?

finding love on tinder

91. boxes or bags?

bags

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

sunlight

93. nicknames?

liv, livi, livbug, peppermint, legs

94. favorite season?

fall

95. favorite app on your phone?

vsco

96. desktop background?

pastel forrest

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

98. favorite historical era?

1920′s

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neptunium134 · 4 years

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OKAY SO TIME FOR ANOTHER ONE OF NEPTUNIUM’S RANTS ABOUT HOW GOD-AWFUL THE UK IS

READY?

OKAY, HERE WE GO!

Tonight’s theme; languages.

So in the UK you probably won’t be exposed to many languages other than English, especially in a school environment, before Yr7 (age 12-ish). Unless, of course, you lived in a multi-cultural area where other languages were frequent.

Sufficient to say, in my medium-sized town about an hour via car from London, we didn’t have that many multi-cultural communities. The only example I can think of is my friend Red, who was 1/8th Thai.

I’m 1/4 Irish (which you can really tell by my skin tone), and I’ve just started taking Irish classes since I never actually learned any Irish. My nan came over in the late 1940s, and it’s likely any Irish she spoke would’ve been stamped out when she started working. So me, being the 2002 baby I am, has to learn effectively my own language off the internet because the country my nan came to work in saw even being Irish as a sin. Literally.

Anyway, enough sob story, let’s talk schools.

Like I said, the first time most kids will come into contact with other languages is Yr7. My primary school did do French classes in Yrs4 and 5, but in Yr6 they were swapped for ICT.

Which meant I forgot a lot of French and had to re-learn it in Yr7. The issue there being, by that stage, kids don’t really care that much. Even in my Yr11 German class, my teacher found it hard to engage most of us.

I think the main issue is we don’t start early enough, and we don’t prioritise it. If we started earlier, Yr3 or Yr4 time, it would be easier to teach Yr7-11 kids.

It’s because English is one of the most widely-spoken languages in the world we think we can go anywhere and speak English and the people will understand us. Okay, yes, maybe this is true. But why? Why is it that I could go to somewhere like Belgium, or Argentina, or India and be able to hold a fluent conversation in English with a local?

Education.

They learn English so they can talk to English-speaking people, whether they’re from an English-speaking country or not.

Us English-speaking countries? Ya speak English, we ain’t teachin’ ya Spanish.

Fuck that.

I’m going to be brutally honest and say I hated both French and German at school. I despised it. German sort of slid between Maths and Physics on my hate scale of lessons, and anyone who knows me knows I hated Maths with a passion.

So yes, I hated languages in school.

What’s this you ask? “But, Neptunium, you just said you’re learning Irish, and you’ve mentioned learning Dutch and Navajo before, how come you’re doing that?”

Simple answer; I want to travel, and I want to be able to talk to locals in their language.

Longer answer; I have a love/hate relationship with learning languages. I love doing it, but I’m not a natural language learner by any means. Which sounds strange seeing as I am literally a Linguist.

But I put my hatred of French and German on the school system. I never got to learn German, just what my teacher could power through in a 3-year course, and what EDEXCEL wanted me to learn.

Fuck asking for directions, know how to say “My next lesson is Art at 11.00″. YEAH GREAT FOR WHEN I NEED TO GET TO A FUCKING HOSPITAL EDEXCEL

My German Exchange partner, apart from being the single most amazing person I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting (love ya, hun!) has some of the best English I’ve ever heard, and I’ve been speaking it for almost 18 years.

She started learning English maybe a year earlier than I did German (Yr7 for me), but she said she went to a school that spoke English. IN GERMANY.

Do we have schools that speak German in England? Not as far as I’m aware.

And that’s our problem. As a country, we don’t seem to care about other languages and we certainly don’t seem to care about learning them.

Okay, so on to the thing that sparked the idea for this rant.

Because of the online classes, I’ve had to put up a sign on my door telling my family I’m in a lesson so not to disturb me.

I’ve decided to write the sign in Dutch, as part of my learning. (YOU PROUD OF ME SCHOOL? I’M CONTINUING MY LEARNING, FUCK YOU!)

I think it’s a great idea, I learnt how to say the phrases “Please do not disturb” and “lesson in progress” as well as the names for history and media in Dutch, and it means my family have to look it up to understand it, therefore learning and giving me a few extra minutes while they Google it.

So far, it works. I haven’t been interrupted once during my lessons.

“So what’s the issue, Neptunium? If it works, why are you ranting?”

I’m so glad you ask, dear reader, because, you see, today at around 3pm (I know the time cuz I’d just finished some history work and was going downstairs for ‘hometime’ since I’d technically finished the day) and I was watching Unnus Annus on my laptop.

So my dad comes over to me and says “You might want to run that sign of yours through Google Translate because none of us have any clue what it means”

And at the time I just sat there like an idiot.

Five minutes later, I’d properly digested it and was FUMING.

What I should’ve said was “Well, duh, you can’t understand it. Don’t you think that was kinda the point? For you to look it up and learn on your own? I know what it says, and if you wanna know what it says you should fucking Google it yourself seeing as that sign was meant for you guys in the first place.”

But I didn’t, which is why I’m ranting on Tumblr.

Basically, the UK sucks as teaching languages which leads to situations like this.

This concludes the first instalment of Neptunium Rants.

#Neptunium Rants #the uk sucks #espically at teaching and learning languages #we're such a shit country #i hate us so much #i am teaching my kids French Spanish and German so they actually know some other languages unlike this fuckhole of a country #which expects the rest of the world to speak its langauge #seriously get your head out of your arse UK and learn some fucking langauges

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paul-newmans-sauce · 5 years

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Atticus Finch and A Possible Claim To Fame

Hello, my name is Jack, I’m a student at a Pennsylvania high school and boy howdy do I love Atticus Finch and CallMeCarson.

If you’re a CMC viewer, you are most likely aware of a meme he made involving the oh so beautiful phrase “when cereal haves milk”.

Now, this is a favorite CMC moment of mine, and I favored it so much I decided to make my own version of the frequently displayed meme, but with Atticus.

I open up ArtStudio, import the photos, and I have my masterpiece:

It’s beautiful, I love it, I show it to everybody I know and everybody I love.

It’s so low effort, it’s so blurry, it’s mine and I’m gonna promote it because it’s mine.

Now, a person who I consider to be one of my best friends (who I will address as Finn in this) liked this meme quite a bit, so much so they saved it into their phone.

Yesterday morning, we meet on my way to homeroom, and we have our “When Cereal Haves Milk” memes on deck.

We proceed to show it to several people, asking “have you seen this?”

Later on, Finn promotes my meme on their Snapchat and their Instagram, tagging me in both images (usernames censored for privacy):

It’s all fun and games, it’s just a meme, but it will no longer become just that when an idea spawns in my little boy brain:

“Print it and tape it”

This was revolutionary, a perfect idea, I’m nearly shaking in my seat when I tell Finn this idea.

“Please agree. Please agree. Please agr-” I hope and pray, but my thoughts are cut off:

“YES” they say.

The plan is going into action.

After a good while of discussion of this plan and fuckery, they say how they can only print less than 10, but it’s okay because it’s more than 0.

Today comes, and I’m shaking in my seat, waiting for them.

They arrive, and they have them:

8 copies of my low effort meme.

I’m shaking with glee as I take 4 copies, holding them proudly like a man in olden times would display is future warrior son.

Walking up the stairs, Finn begs me to tape it to the wall, and I do, and I later passed this on my way to computer class, but could sadly not photograph it.

We later pass my literature class, where I first read To Kill a Mockingbird, and we tape it on the wall too.

Thankfully, my friend photographed this:

I go on my merry way to tape a copy on a bathroom stall door, sadly not photographing it either as the bell rang and I would’ve been late.

With my last copy, I decide where it goes cautiously.

“The history class!” I think, joyous at my idea but saddened by the fact I would have to wait all day, as history is my final period.

With my copy in my folder, I fight several smiles throughout the day just thinking of what Finn and I have done.

I was unaware of where Finn placed their copies of my wonderful meme until I felt my phone vibrate: an Instagram mention notification from my girlfriend’s sister:

After commenting a stupid smile and mention that there are more in DMs, I soon later find out where the other images were posted:

Finn’s algebra class, their ATP class, the gym locker room, and finally, the staircase.

I’m fighting laughter, I’m practically close to tears, I’m so proud.

But I soon see that the first image posted by me and the one on the staircase disappeared, oh no, oh god.

But there is more, more than imagined.

And I find out of a secret 9th copy, one that Finn gave to their friend in the form of a “serious letter”, which was eventually shoved in a mystery locker.

It’s whereabouts? Which locker it was put in? I am unsure, but I go to gym class, where I see it:

I’m sobbing at this point, I’m so fucking proud, but then I look over to see my friend unlocking their phone, noticing just in time to see their lock screen:

I’m in shambles, I’m in tears, I’m in shock.

My friend liked this meme oh so much they made it their lock screen.

The day is almost over, history is next, I hold my last copy proudly as I walk with Finn, excited to post this wonderful image on my history teacher’s whiteboard.

Visibly confused with what it means after I show it to my teacher, I post it, and boy did it distract me all period long:

As if God wanted me to choke, the teacher moved our seats, and mine was in perfect view of my creation.

Several people noticed and asked, wondering what the oh so cryptic picture meant, but I could not confess I was the creator, not wanting to hold my class up with an explanation.

The day ends and I am nervous I was caught, walking home and to my mom, talking with her, relaxed when she mentioned nothing about it.

I doubt we’d get in trouble, it’s a stupid image, it can be easily removed.

Thinking it was the end of everything for the day, I finish my homework and take a shower, trying not to laugh at my awful meme.

But oh no, everything comes back around at some point, and I received a snap from Finn, they sent a story:

Someone found it, and someone posted it.

We made it, we truly made it, and I’m crying.

Moral of the story?

None, none at all, no lesson, nothing.

A big thanks to Carson for inspiration, my literature teacher for introducing me to Atticus, and my friend for printing these out and posting these around the school.

#shitpost #long post #storytime #atticus finch #tkamb #tkam #to kill a mockingbird #true story #with evidence!#high school shit yknow #american education at its finest

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It’s Time for Kyrsten’s Opinion: Watch Us Rise Edition

My tenth book of the year was Watch Us Rise by Renée Watson and Ellen Hagan. Watch Us Rise is told as a narrative, but includes poems and drawings of the students. The book follows a group of friends, Nadine, Isaac, Chelsea and Jasmine - with most of the focus on Jasmine. They are juniors at their revolutionary New York high school, but soon realize that the curriculum in the theater and poetry program focus on the “classics” and type casting the students. Jasmine and Chelsea decide to quit their programs and start one on their own - Write Like a Girl, a collection of essays, poems and actions posted online to inspire others to be involved. Their work becomes viral and before they really are able to get their feet off the ground, their school shuts down the club. However, Chelsea and Jasmine refuse to be silenced.

Below the cut is a spoiler - free review of Watch Us Rise. If you have read this book, please feel free to shoot over a message with your thoughts on your experience reading it as well as leave a comment with book recs for people who may have enjoyed it!

Before the actual review I wanted to give a content warning for the following potential triggers: sexual harassment, misogyny, racism, death of a parent, body shaming and victim blaming. If any of these are an issue for you, but you still want to read Watch Us Rise, just know that they are throughout the book and read with caution :D

The major issue I had with Watch Us Rise was how Jasmine and Chelsea saw and treated other women. Jasmine and Chelsea wanted to let the girls at their school know that they didn’t have to look or act a certain way; however, they on a few occasions disrespected women who opted to have plastic surgery. At one point Chelsea and her sister, Mia are watching a reality TV show and when Jasmine says that the show the sisters are watching is garbage, Chelse says that “It’s so I can make sure we rage against the system so that no one ever has to see a Botoxed face ever again” (64). At another moment during Thanksgiving, Jasmine’s mother is cooking dinner and Jasmine asks her mother if she ever feels like her father makes her cook or expects her mother to cook. Jasmine’s mother informs her daughter, “Your dad and I don’t make each other do anything. I like to cook, so I cook. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t” (222). While our main characters want to let the other girls that they speak to know that they don’t have to adhere to traditional roles that women have had in history, they completely discredit the value of women who enjoy these traditional roles. I cook because I want to, not because I have a man behind me telling me I have to, I wear makeup because I enjoy putting it on, not because I have a boyfriend somewhere who expects me to wear it. Within this issue is another problem I have with our antagonist. . . Mostly because the antagonist is a girl at school with Jasmine and Chelsea. I feel like when it comes to books about feminism, especially YA and middle grade books, a great disservice is being done when we have antagonists who are also women who are also victims to the same inequalities as other female characters, and the character Meg is no exception. Meg does eventually learn her lesson, but makes really insensitive comments about Jasmine’s weight as well as dress up in culturally appropriating Halloween costumes just to irritate our protagonists. Isn’t a main idea of feminism to, I don’t know, build women up and show that all women are equals, not continue to pit them against each other?

My other complaint with Watch Us Rise was the health of Jasmine’s father. Readers know from the first page that Jasmine’s father is ill and he is not going to get better. I was expecting this to be another educational point of the book, how black patients in this country are treated differently in medical facilities than white patients. Nope. Mr. Gray died for Jasmine’s pain and only for her pain. The book would not have changed at all if he had been in remission from cancer or if he had never been diagnosed at all. This is a personal pet peeve of mine in books, especially YA books where parents die. It’s almost like wives and girlfriends dying in adult romances to fuel man pain, but instead the parent dies to fuel their child’s pain.

While at this point it might sound like I hated this book, but that is so far from the truth! In fact, during most of the book, I was asking the book gods WHERE WAS THIS WHEN I WAS A MIDDLE SCHOOL / HIGH SCHOOL STUDENT?!?!? Watson and Hagan do this amazing job of showing that even those who have great intentions can really mess up. In one scene, Jasmine’s drama teacher, Mr. Morison tells Jasmine that in their improv class session, she was showing so much energy and tells her that “Jasmine, your “girl with attitude” confidence is perfect. . . I think you may be the only one who can pull it off in such an authentic way” (77). Jasmine reminds her teacher that she has performed a variety of roles and the only one Mr. Morison can think she would be well suited for was one where she was sassy and angry. Let me repeat that. . . Mr. Morison told his black student that she would be perfect for a stereotypical role in the media of a sassy black woman. I believe that Mr. Morison said this as a way to encourage Jasmine, however how many times have women heard the phrase, “you’re pretty for a (insert descriptive word here)” comment. At another point, Chelsea and Jasmine begin making shirts for their group and when Jasmine comes to pick up her shirt she notices that there are no plus size options. Chelsea was in charge of making sure everyone could participate in the t-shirt sale and mistakenly excluded her best friend and co - founder of Write Like a Girl! Jasmine and Chelsea eventually reconcile, but I really enjoy the idea that everyone messes up even with the best intentions and learning from your own prejudices that you might not even have realized you have is such an important piece of being a feminist.

Watch Us Rise is super educational, without reading like a textbook. When the protagnoists introduced feminist icons, it was written like two people talking about a shared interest. I never felt like information was jammed down my throat or it was too dense to handle (textbook authors, I want you to take notes here!!). It made me reflect on my early days of learning about feminism, which was I’m ashamed to say mainly rooted in Tumblr when I was a senior in high school, so it was a very white feminist POV that I am proud to say has greatly expanded and is continuing to expand with new life experiences, but enough patting myself on the back. . .

Chelsea and Jasmine have so many safe spaces provided to them in their school, community, and home. Something that again, I wish was made aware to me when I was in high school. I love the idea of a YA or middle grade reader picking up Watch Us Rise and realizing that just because you don’t have this safe space in your home, you can have on in your school or your community. I just love the idea that books are bringing safe spaces to people who could really use them or need them and making readers realize they aren’t alone. There are adults who want to hear what they have to say, again something that I wish I had known in high school when I was blabbing to my parents about whatever I was interested in when there could have been other trusted adults around me who would have loved to hear what I was obsessed with or even been able to contribute.

Finally, another important aspect of Watch Us Rise that I noted was the importance that the internet played. It was nice that the authors included parts where Chelsea or Jasmine went to there internet and looked up other feminist icons to look into on their own time. The last pages of the book also include other icons to look up, resources to go to and books to check out if the urge strikes readers. So many times I feel like authors just make the characters aware of the political issues they are interested in and it’s refreshing to see some characters coming from a place of ignorance, the way we all do when starting to become socially or politically aware.

Overall, I gave this book ⅘ stars. I would 100% read this again and wish I could somehow learn what the future held for Jasmine and Chelsea. Would I recommend this book? Absolutely. I think that it would be a good starting point for students in middle school if they are interested in reading about feminism, but aren’t quite ready for books like Nowhere Girls and The Female of the Species.

#book reviews #books #ya books #watch us rise #stupid and personal but not sad

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in honor of a recent rise in roleplays set in the uk, coinciding with the recent global success of the new british netflix show sex education, i was inspired to create this guide to roleplaying british characters. as a british kid myself i love seeing these characters in rps, but have often had friends in the rpc tell me that they struggle to write them due to the differences in popular culture, dialect, slang, media etc.

of course, accuracy isn’t TOO important when it comes to this, since british people generally aren’t a marginalized or oppressed group. however i do think this is a guide a lot of people will find valuable. in a poll with 43 respondents, the highest percentage of roleplayers were from north america (72.1%) compared to only 9.3% coming from the united kingdom (all info correct at time of posting). with the assumption that people mostly write characters that are from the country they’re most familiar with, there aren’t a lot of british characters in tumblr rp. if this guide can provide non-UK-based rpers with the info they’re seeking to pen a british muse, then my job here is done!

DISCLAIMER: if you were looking for a guide written like an essay or report, this ain’t it! this is mostly a collection of external resources you may find useful when writing your characters, as opposed to written instructions.

PLEASE, LIKE OR REBLOG THIS IF YOU FOUND IT USEFUL IN ANY WAY!

GEOGRAPHY — where will your character be from?

as a british person who isn’t exactly the most well-traveled, there are definitely inaccuracies in my knowledge of other countries’ geography. i wouldn’t be surprised if some people struggle with the same issue, but regarding the united kingdom. if your character is from the UK, it’s important to know that their characterization should differ depending on which part they’re from.

map of the british isles

map of england

map of scotland

map of wales

map of northern island

the difference between the UK, great britain, and england: explained

why is the republic of ireland not a part of the united kingdom?

NOTE: this guide will not include info on how to write characters from the republic of ireland, as that identity is one of its own and is not classified as part of the uk!

SOCIAL CLASS — what kind of socio-economic background will your character have?

class is an important issue in the UK, in some ways more-so than the US. the first bullet point of this section is an interesting article which explains why this is, but to summarize: the american dream – though flawed, is a reality to an extent. there is no such concept in the UK, making the class situation and socio-economic divide a little different.

“in the uk, i’m working class, but said goodbye to that title in america” article

the seven social classes of 21st century britain — where do you fit in?

POLITICS — what kind of stance will your character take?

just like in any country, politics is extremely important in the UK. just like in america, the country is extremely divided between left and right. if political views is something your character views as important, or you think that their politics defines their characterization in any way, this section should be helpful!

parliamentary (UK) vs. presidential (US) democracy, explained

the uk’s many political parties, explained ( NOTE: this video is slightly outdated. the prime minister, and leader of the conservative party, is now theresa may, not david cameron. but you probably already knew that. )

uk political spectrum

2017 uk general election map

brexit, explained

to summarize the two main parties: labour = left-wing = good. conservative = right-wing = bad.

ETHNIC DIVERSITY — what kind of ethnic background will your character have?

similarly to the US, the UK (though dominated by caucasian people aka white british) encompasses many different cultures. according to the UK gov “87% of people in the uk are white, and 13% belong to a black, asian, mixed or [from] other ethnic group[s], according to the combined 2011 censuses.” while non-white ethnicities are a definite minority, it’s so important not to erase their existence.

a chart illustrating the uk’s race / ethnicity breakdown

britain’s most racially diverse areas

2011 census reveals most ethnically diverse city

IDENTITY — what kind of cultural identity will your character have?

ask a scotsman for a handful of reasons he’s different from an englishman, and he’ll talk for hours. within england alone, ask a londoner how they’re different from a mancunian and they’ll talk for even longer. different parts of the uk have different identities, and it’s important. something we want to avoid is the “posh”, well-spoken, crumpet-eating stereotype or, on the other end of the spectrum, the modern-day oliver twist. expand your horizons!

stereotypes americans have about british people that aren’t actually true

10 differences between brits and americans

what does it mean to be british?

ENGLAND

how is the south of england different to the north? (spoiler: very)

north-south divide wikipedia

culture of england wikipedia

SCOTLAND

our scottish culture: so much more than kilts and bagpipes

scottish culture and traditions guide

culture of scotland wikipedia

WALES

wales history, language and culture

welsh culture: facts and traditions

culture of wales wikipedia

NORTHERN IRELAND

northern ireland – cultural life

northern ireland history and culture

culture of northern ireland wikipedia

LANGUAGE, DIALECT, ACCENT, SLANG — how will your character speak?

here’s where the fun parts start! there are so many different variations of accents, regional dialects, area-specific slang and colloquialisms throughout the uk. sometimes i see british characters being written with little to no use of any of these, nothing at all differentiating them from american characters and it’s such a waste in my opinion. even if you don’t like writing with a an accent (some people don’t!) the dialect and slang words along can make your character so much more authentic.

how are british english & american english different?

everyday american words we don’t use the same in the UK

america vs british english – 50 differences

NOTE: resources for the north of england are higher in quantity than the midlands and south of england due to wider variations of accents within the region.

ENGLAND (NORTH)

a tour of northern english accents

a - z of northern slang (GENERAL NORTHERN)

northern slang with blossoms (GENERAL NORTHERN)

a - z of mancunian slang (MANCHESTER)

mancunian: english like a native (MANCHESTER)

scouse: english like a native (LIVERPOOL)

scouse slang (LIVERPOOL)

geordie slang (NEWCASTLE)

mackem slang (SUNDERLAND)

yorkshire slang (YORKSHIRE)

the yorkshire accent (YORKSHIRE)

sheffield slang (SHEFFIELD)

arctic monkeys slang lessons (SHEFFIELD / YORKSHIRE / GEN. NORTHERN)

ENGLAND (MIDLANDS)

how to speak birmingham (BIRMINGHAM)

a brummie accent (BIRMINGHAM)

7 things said in nottingham (NOTTINGHAM)

black country dialect (BLACK COUNTRY)

ENGLAND (SOUTH)

10 common british/english slang expressions & phrases (NON-SPECIFIC)

cockney (LONDON)

cockney rhyming slang: english like a native (LONDON)

roadman slang vs cockney slang (LONDON)

london street slang, translated (LONDON)

west country: english like a native (WEST COUNTRY / SOUTH WEST)

essex slang (ESSEX)

mark watson on bristol slang (BRISTOL)

slang of the south - portsmouth (PORTSMOUTH)

WALES

welsh people on welsh slang (GENERAL WELSH)

taron egerton talks welsh slang (GENERAL WELSH)

common welsh sayings (GENERAL WELSH)

luke evans on welsh slang (GENERAL WELSH)

25 words and phrases you’ll always hear in cardiff (CARDIFF)

swansea slang (SWANSEA)

20 welsh colloquialisms (GENERAL WELSH)

29 words that have a totally different meaning in wales (GENERAL WELSH)

welsh language wikipedia

SCOTLAND

how to speak & understand glaswegian (GLASGOW)

gerard butler teachers you scottish slang (GENERAL SCOTTISH)

glasgow slang words (GLASGOW)

most used scottish slang words & phrases (GENERAL SCOTTISH)

doric from around aberdeen (ABERDEEN) note: definitions in description

edinburgh dialect words (EDINBURGH)

trainspotting slang explained (GLASGOW / GENERAL SCOTTISH)

scottish words glossary (GENERAL SCOTTISH)

glossary of scottish slang & jargon wikipedia (GENERAL SCOTTISH)

handy scottish words to know (EDINBURGH / GENERAL SCOTTISH)

28 great scottish sayings and slang phrases (GENERAL SCOTTISH)

use of gaelic in scotland wikipedia

NORTHERN IRELAND

jamie dornan teaches you northern irish slang – vanity fair (GENERAL N. IRISH)

jamie dornan does northern irish slang – bbc (GENERAL N. IRISH)

28 sayings from northern ireland (GENERAL N. IRISH)

northern irish words (GENERAL N. IRISH)

16 slang phrases you’ll need to know in northern ireland (GENERAL N. IRISH)

17 words and phrases you’ll always get in belfast (BELFAST)

a list of belfast sayings (BELFAST)

derry slang words 1 (DERRY)

derry slang words 2 (DERRY)

use of gaelic in northern ireland wikipedia

SURROUNDINGS — what’s it like where your character grew up, or where they live now?

whether your character comes from one of these places OR lives there now (or both!) it might be interesting to incorporate some of their surroundings into their characterization. this section isn’t classified by country/region, because if i were to start going into that much detail here, this guide would go on forever!

10 incredible historical towns in the uk

where are the largest cities in britain?

a guide to the english countryside

the 15 most stunning places in the uk outside of london

top 50 areas for quality of life in the uk

10 best party cities in the uk

10 best student cities in the uk

10 of the uk’s most creative towns & cities to live, work & play

cities with the youngest vs oldest age population

map of stereotypes in the uk

google autocomplete map of the uk “why is [city]...”

POP CULTURE / MEDIA — what does your character like? what are they consuming?

us brits are very proud of our own british-made media. our television, our music, our cinema, etc. if you’re somebody who is interested in including the things a character likes in their characterization, it would be unrealistic not to give a british character some favourites from the place they’re from.

uk map showing where tv shows are set and filmed

uk map showing the origins of famous bands/musicians

the uk’s most popular tv shows according to IMBD

10 best british rock bands of the 21st century

the ultimate reference guide to british pop culture

LASTLY, HERE ARE SOME RESOURCES ON WRITING BRITISH CHARACTERS:

making british characters realistic as an american writer

tips from a brit for writing british fictional characters

another ‘writing british characters’ guide by @thewritershelpers

another ‘writing british characters’ guide by @writeworld

another ‘writing british characters’ guide by @rphelper

how to write dialogue for british characters

writing black british characters by talkthepoc on wattpad

of course, this is overkill. there’s no way on earth you’ll ever need all of these resources, but they’re here and i hope you find some use out of this guide! please forgive any inaccuracies or mistakes, this is my first time writing a guide. you’re welcome to leave me feedback on this here. last but not least, HAPPY WRITING!

#rpc #rph #rpt #rpa #rp guide #guide #mine

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