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thediamondarcher · 8 months

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What's your favorite Soliatire quote? :)

“When it comes to the exams . . . I generally don’t write what they want me to write. I’m not very good at, er, sorting out all the stuff in my head. Like, I took biology A-level, and I completely understood what polypeptide synthesis was, but I couldn’t write it down. I’m not dyslexic or anything. I just don’t know what the examiners want to hear. I don’t know whether I just forget things, or maybe I don’t know how I’m supposed to explain it. I just don’t know. And it’s fucking horrible.”

in my opinion, that one is completely amazing and i don't think i need to explain why tbh.

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“There’s a time and a place for being normal. For most people, normal is a default. But for some, like you and me, normal is something we have to bring out, like putting on a suit for a posh dinner.”

another VERY neurodivergent coded quote said by Michael.

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"Your eyes are different colors,” I say.

“Did I not tell you that I’m a magical anime girl?”

“Seriously, why, though?”

“My blue eye conceals the power of my past life, and I use it to summon my guardian angels to assist me in my plight against the forces of darkness.”

“Are you drunk?”

“I’m a poet.”

that whole conversation is just amazing

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"It hits me, then. I haven’t ever known what I wanted out of life. Until now. I sort of want to be dead."

this one just hits too close to home

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"Two girls walk past in gargantuan heels and dresses so tight that their skin is spilling out, and one of them says to the other, “Wait, who the fuck is Lewis Carroll?” and in my imagination I pull a gun out of my pocket, shoot them both, and then shoot myself."

this one is just because Tori is way too real

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“There’s nothing romantic about death. I hate when people use Kurt Cobain’s suicide as an excuse to worship him for being such a tormented soul.”

again just Tori being way too real

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"What surprises me the most is how suddenly it happens. Normally it takes forever. Normally when I’m trying to sleep I do all these silly things, like I roll over and imagine that I’m sleeping next to someone and I reach out and caress their hair. Or I clasp my hands together and after a little while I start thinking it’s somebody else’s hand I’m holding, not my own. I swear to God there’s something wrong with me. There really is. But this time I feel myself roll slightly over so I’m resting on his chest, under his arm. He smells vaguely of bonfires. At some point I think someone opens the door and sees us lying there half-asleep together. Whoever it is looks at us for a moment before quietly shutting the door again. The shouting downstairs begins to ease, even though the music is still pumping. I half listen for any demonic creatures outside the window, but it’s a silent night. Nothing traps me. It’s nice. I feel the air in the room, and it’s like there is none."

the way Tori just finds this amount of comfort on Michel says so much about their relationship it just makes me feel so many things

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“A better person? Ha. I’ve done some shitty things to people. And now I’m admitting it. You know what, Evelyn? Maybe I want to be a special snowflake. Maybe, sometimes, I just want to express the emotions that I’m actually feeling instead of having to put on this happy smiley facade that I put on every day just to come across to bitches like you as not boring.”

Becky being real !!!!! (she's so mirrorball coded too)

#there's more tho #solitaire #solitaire book #solitaire alice oseman #tori spring #michael holden #becky allen #osemanverse

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moriartyluver · 1 month

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ARE YOU MINE CHAPTER IV

"AND THEN I LOOKED AT HIS FACE," (Name) laughed as she sat with her fellow band mates during a 10 minute break, holding a cup of god knows what as she tried to stay awake. "and he was all like, in this posh ass voice, 'That's a lovely name'" she said, mimicking an upper class accent "Like he looked so fucking stunned! But it was cute, like I could've kissed him right there and be satisfied!"

James laughed, hand smacking his knee as if she said the funniest thing in the world "Who would have thought our (name) was into rich pricks?!"

"Yeah, well I'll probably never see his Tory ass again," she took a sip from her cup, "I tried asking Herder and he was talking about some other rich guy who just so happened to be the brother of the potential manager I bumped into."

"I thought rich people were meant to have uncommon names," John said in confusion "You know, like Bartholomew"

That's particular line had James cackling even harder.

"Not like you can say shit, John," Sherlock laughed, smacking John's back.

"Oh but you can, Sherlock?" (Name) teased, dropping her paper cup on the floor

"HAHAHAGAHHA"

"Hey, um, if you guys are ready, we have a couple more songs left for you to play," The older sister from earlier said, tapping (Name)'s shoulder.

She sighed, reluctantly getting back up to go to the band's equipment. "What song are we doing..?" She slurred

"Uhh..we did Teddy Picker last, and Crying Lighting before, so I think this one's Arabella," John, possibly the only sober one, suggested

"Looks like someone dressed the part," Sherlock said, eyeing (Name) up and down as he picked up his guitar.

She rolled her eyes, following suit with her own red guitar "At least I can dress myself."

"Or maybe you're just an attention whore."

"Or maybe I have to look put together because I'm the only girl," She said, positioning herself near the mic. "But even if I was a boy, I'd still be the hot one."

"Who said you were the hot one?" James chimed in, quite offended

John gave an exasperated sigh. "Can you all get it together, please?"

(Name) groaned as John tapped his drumsticks together, strumming at her guitar as the beat started to form itself, her red lips parted as she sang the first verse whilst the sweaty crowd of teenagers in front of them sang along.

By the end of the second chorus, (Name)'s voice had grown sore and rough, partially due to her attempts to sing over the noise surrounding her and also so she wouldn't piss off the birthday girl's bitchy older sister (she had a grudge against her after she told (Name) to sing louder and be more 'engaging' following the first song. Apparently she wanted to get her daddy's moneys worth, but it wasn’t her fault that these kids didn’t know how to sing)

"That's magic," (Name) sang, her tired fingers gliding over the strings

"In a cheetah print coat!”

“Just a slip,”

“Underneath it I hope!!”

“Asking if,” she paused as she held out her mic, waiting for the brain dead rich kids to finish the line. Of course, they only knew the first part..she should have known.

“..I can have one of those,” James finished, eyeing (Name) as if to apologise for getting them such a dead gig. “Organic..”

“Cigarettes that she smokes,” She rolled her eyes again for what seemed to be the a thousandth time that day

“Wraps her lips,” Sherlock joined in reluctantly whilst the rest of the noise were mere mumbles of the kids trying to keep up regardless of their embarrassment. He could’ve sworn he saw a few lines of coke on some tables in the back, whilst some girls snorted them with paper straws. Hey, they may be rotting their brains but at least they have a fuck about the environment!

“Round the Mexican coke,” (name) placed her mic back in its stand, preparing herself for guitar solo. “Makes you wish you were the bottle.”

“Takes a sip of your soul and it sounds like..”

Oh so now they know the words, (Name) thought, her fingers gliding over the strings, trying not to make any mistakes with all the numbness in her fingertips. Even as someone who hadn’t been playing long, her talent was evident throughout the momentary performance, and she had surprisingly managed to multi task and maintain her stage presence for once. The sound echoed through the unnecessarily large room. As much as she loved the electrifying feeling, god was this giving her a headache..or maybe it was the mysterious substance from that cup she had drank from earlier..or the unmistakable smell of weed.

Hell, by the end of the solo, she had a terrible ringing in her ear. She rubbed at her ears mercilessly, trying to reduce the pain. On top of that, she felt so damn warm, but she didn’t want to take off her jacket because that was the only thing keeping her outfit from looking a complete mess.

Sensing her discomfort, Sherlock tossed her a water bottle, for the purpose of both sobering her up and also cooling her down. (Name), who was currently lacking in any common sense, uncapped the bottle and splashed it on her face. Hilariously, only half the water seemed to have entered her mouth at all. She could feel her mascara dripping down her cheeks to add to her messy appearance, which could only slay so hard before looking disturbing.

“Uhh..do you lot want another one..?” (Name) spoke into the mic as she crouched down on the makeshift stage, her voice raspy. “Because if we do, I don’t think it’ll be fair on us if you shitheads don’t know the lyrics.”

She couldn’t exactly make out what anyone was saying, but hesitantly got up, hands on the neck of her guitar. “I’ll take that as a yes, you stinky motherfuckers.” She laughed, ignoring the piercing glare from the weird girl who kept dictating what they were doing.

Poor (name) had only managed to get to the end of the second verse before the ringing in her ears had turned into sirens and all of a sudden, the cops had been called.

“F-flashing of digital cameras, from tourists in Trafalgar Square-“ (Name) paused, looking around the empty room with blurred vision, trying to convince herself she was hallucinating as she heard Sherlock calling out to her in such a disoriented state “Cigarette smoke uhh, watching a stripper and snortin’ some coke off her thighs.”

“Dammit (Name)! You’re not even getting the lyrics right!” Sherlock grabbed her shoulder “hurry up before you get us all arrested, you idiot!”

“Arrested?” She repeated, turning to the windows to see blue siren lights and a few cop cars surrounding the entrance to the mansion

“Yes arrested!” Sherly affirmed, trying to pack up his equipment

John stood up, intervening. “Shouldn’t we just stick around and explain what happened to the police? They’ll understand. We are innocent after all.”

“Oh hell no,” James exclaimed, fumbling to get his bass guitar. “If the cops get to me, my ass is getting deported.”

“Nah, you’re white, you’ll be fine.” (Name) laughed weakly before widening her eyes “oh wait never mind, you are kind of an illegal..especially with the whole, Yknow.”

“Which is why we should fucking leave!” Sherlock yelled, shaking (Name)’s droopy frame as he held her shoulders “we’re all too broke to afford a good lawyer!”

Before they could run off through one of the many shattered windows, they heard a deep cockney voice from behind them.

“Hands up, kids. You don’t wanna make this any more difficult than it should be.” He said, stifling a yawn. “I mean, the fuck are you lot even doing this late? It’s 11 bloody PM.”

“Listen, you old geezer- ” (Name) started, but stopped as John pinched her shoulder, prompting her to shut her mouth. “Nevermind.” She groaned, raising her arms whilst the rest of the band did the same.

“Listen,” a now sober (Name) hissed as they entered the police station. “If they ask for you to call someone to bail you out, don’t call anyone who would get mad, aight? I have a plan.”

“Oh so you have a plan now?” Sherlock asked sarcastically.

“Why you giving me attitude? It’s James who got us the gig.” (Name) whispered angrily. “You didn’t tell us the kids were gonna be that unhinged! Where the hell did you even get this gig..?” She turned to James.

“Uh..well I-“ James tried to defend himself as he was being dragged away to a cell whilst (Name) widened her eyes

“Don’t tell me you- How could you James!” She yelled “You can’t book us a gig with a girl you used to fuck and expect your little ex to not try to set us up somehow!”

“She wasn’t setting us up! It was just a coincidence that the police turned up!” The blond explained

(Name) struggled against the handcuffs, whining about how tight they were. “How do you know she didn’t call the cops on us just to save her ass and not get her and her weird sister blamed by their parents?!”

“Because she thinks I’m hot! She wouldn’t call the cops on a guy she finds fit!” James raised his voice, only to get yelled at by another horizontally challenged policeman.

“Mum’s gonna kill me.” Sherlock muttered to himself “Thanks a lot, losers.”

“Wake up, sweetheart.” A gruff voice called out from the outside (Name)’s cell.

She rubbed at her eyes, grumbling in annoyance as she stained her hands with black mascara and eyeliner. “How long have I been here?” She asked as she sat up on the hard bench “feels like fucking ages..”

“About..” The bald man checked his dirty primark watch “Uhh..40 minutes..?”

(Name) blinked in disbelief “Someone up there hates me..” she mumbled. “What do you want?”

“Hey, I’m the policeman here, kid.” He retorted “You need to call someone to bail you out, but knowing girls like you, I doubt your parents are around..”

“I really wish I could prove your sexiest statement wrong, but you’re right. My parents are in Wales for God knows why..” she sighed, hands in her pockets. She felt a little slip of card against her fingertips and reached out her hand to see what it was. She narrowed her eyes as she attempted to read the text “A-Albert J..Mori..Moriarty..?”

(Name) furrowed her eyebrows, trying to recall where she had got this business card from. Realisation hit her like a truck.

That guy.

“I thought this was in my other jacket..?” She whispered “What kinda plot armour is this?”

“You gonna give us a number, love?” The policeman asked

The guitarist nodded “Crazy coincidence, but I have this little thing.” She waved the paper at him. “Thank god for that, I don’t even know my mother’s phone number anymore.”

“Yeah whatever,” he opened the cell, guiding (Name) to a telephone on a wall.

She dialled the numbers, eyes flickering from the keypad to the card as she tried to recite what she planned on saying in her head. She was calling a businessman who was probably working or something right now, for crying out loud. He probably wouldn’t even remember her face, let alone her voice.

Ring Ring

Surprisingly, Albert picked up before the third ring. “Hello?” His groggy yet posh voice spoke from the other end.

“Hey..um..you probably don’t remember me, I mean why would you, but like-“ she took a deep breath, fidgeting with the telephone wire “I got arrested, and I kinda need someone to pick me and my friends up..God I’m so stupid. I’m that girl-“

“From the cafe?” He asked

(Name) raised an eyebrow “Y-yeah!” She stammered “How’d you remember?”

She heard him chuckle “I’m not that much of a forgetful person when it comes to important encounters. What police station is it?” He asked

She looked over to a sign near the front desk, where she had revoked her possessions earlier. “Umm..Buckinghamshire Heights police station..? I think so anyways..” she still couldn’t believe her luck, she was seriously about to get bailed out of jail by a rich guy.

“Perfect. I’m actually quite close to there. Allow me about half an hour and I’ll be there.” He said, ready to hang up “farewell until then, (Name).”

“Bye- wait how the fuck did you remember my name..?!”

A/N: omg guys I’m at 505 followers 😨😨 give me ideas for a special I can do because I’m too lazy to do it myself 😞 anyways thank you pookies 🫶

#moriarty the patriot #william james moriarty #william moriarty #william moriarty x reader #yuukoku no moriarty #mtp william #moriarty the patriot x reader #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #—are you mine 🎸

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ladymazzy · 10 months

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I am not shocked or surprised by any new announcement/action by the tories - and yet...

It's just one thing after another

Painting over cartoon murals intended to put newly arrived asylum seeking children at ease (because something something 'child safety stop the boats!)

Proudly declaring that they're going to 'clamp down' on degrees that don't immediately lead to high income employment (because the so-called 'poor value' of degrees has got nothing to do with the imposition of tuition fees, anti-intellectualism, and an exploitative labour market. Nope. In fact, culture and learning is bad and erudition should be the sole preserve of posh bastards who vote tory)

Continued determination to make it mandatory that teachers inform parents if a child is questioning their gender, requiring parental consent before validating trans kids' names and identities (because parents are absolutely never abusive, and what's safeguarding anyway?)

Getting some culture war dickhead to be the new Ofsted leader (because zero-tolerance has proved itself to be the most successful way to ensure no children are ever left behind in education)

Squeezing as many vulnerable asylum seekers as (im)possible on to a barge carefully positioned on the outskirts of an underesourced, tory represented community with relatively high levels of deprivation (because it's super generous, won't rile the locals leading to further demonisation of an already vulnerable group of people)

Offering up a stingy pay rise for public sector workers which will be covered by increasing visa and nhs fees for migrants (gosh we are so lucky there are no immigrants working in the public sector - especially in the nhs!)

Not to mention every few days a tory gets published in a right wing rag spouting some cruel, dogwhistle laden nonsense demonising marginalised communities, and acting like they haven't inacted policies which have - quite literally - killed people, and left many more impoverished

And in the midst of all this, there are still centrists bleating on about 'reaching across the aisle' and befriending tories. How, pray, can you maintain a healthy friendship with someone who would - at best - second guess you if you told them you'd been subjected to racist police harassment, or been rendered stateless because the racist hostile environment policy rejected your claim of citizenship, or that your trans kid was spiralling because they weren't getting adequate support, or your aunt was stuck in Khartoum because she's the wrong kind of refugee

It's not that being 'progressive' immediately makes you a great person; we're human and just as prone to being insufferable dickheads as anyone else (not to mention, despite alleged political views, prone to all the bigotries...), but happily aligning yourself with such consistent cruelty and dimness kind of makes you a dubious character does it not

#uk politics #never tory #same boring conversation #but this lot are awful

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monstrousproductions · 9 months

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Hey, came here to ask if you have any tips for coming up with voices.

I also want to thank you. Your voices really improve the podcast and they brighten up my day whenever I hear them. Keep up the good work!

Hey, thanks for the kind words! I appreciate it xx

For coming up with voices, I think the first thing to do is actually concentrate on coming up with the character. Think about who this person is and let that inform your acting choices - an elegant, refined old lady is going to speak very differently than a troll who lives under a bridge!

Pay attention as well to what stereotypes and associations you might have with different accents. You can play with that a lot, either by meeting expectations or going against them. If you're using accent to poke fun at a group, pay attention to which way the power dynamics are going - its a very different thing to play a pompous Tory as a posh Southerner than it is to play all your stupid characters as working class Northerners.

I also recommend doing impressions of people, imagining its your friend from work saying this or pretending you're a particular actor reading the lines. This works especially well if, like me, you're actually quite bad at impressions! It makes the voice you're doing sound unique, because absolutely nobody listening would, in a million years, guess that it's actually an incredibly ropey attempt at mimicking Ian McKellan 😅 I quite often find I'm channeling a sort of bargain bin David Tennant with some of my voices, and I've done lots of bad impressions of friends of mine over the course of MA without any of them realising.

Finally, I recommend taking some time to really pay attention to how different people speak, noticing the various ways one voice is different from another. Think about pitch, speed, whether they drop certain letters, how much they vary their voice, whether they're speaking from their chest or their throat or speaking through their nose. You don't have to be doing lots of silly accents all the time - you can get loads of variation from playing with different combinations of these traits.

Hope that helps, and if other VAs and podcasters want to share their takes I'd love to hear!

#monstrous askbox #podcasting #voice acting

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avocado-writing · 2 years

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Only a thought but I’m sure that Tangerine but spoile his girl rotten: buys jewelery, clothes, flowers, any treat her heart desires or could wish (even if she tells him the only thing she wants is him); and if they had a daughter? Most spoiled little girl in the world. Would even buy her a horse if she only as mentions she likes them only to make her happy

Oh honestly tho. I believe Tangerine isn’t a man who came from money so now he has it he likes to spend it and especially on his other half. He loves to see you dressed in things he was able to afford for you. Tailored outfits. More jewellery than you can ever possibly wear. The lingerie only he gets to see, but still enjoys knowing it’s under your clothes and later taking it off with his teeth. And of course, on top of that, so many bouquets of flowers he had to start buying you vases too.

having a little girl? Yeah, she’s getting presents. He wants to make sure she has a childhood totally the opposite to his, where she wants for nothing, and he maybe goes a little overboard with it. When she says she wants a horse he turns his nose up at it to start with (because ‘horses are for tories’) but when he sees how committed she is he caves. Because of course he does. And hearing her calling the other people at her riding classes “posh cunts” to their faces fills his heart with pride

#Tangerine x reader #tangerine bullet train #answered #lemon and tangerine

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ineedtowritemorestuff · 1 year

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Hakuba is distantly aristocratic. His mother is descendant of an Earl on her maternal side. Though the family doesn't actually care about it, the family name still runs in those posh rich circles. Hakuba's family has big castle like estates in Northern England.

When his friends in Japan find out, they tease him. Kaito puts on a posh accent and calls Hakuba 'Your highness' and acts as an annoying butler. Heiji just grumbles about Hakuba being a posh stuck up guy while Sera just calls his family 'tory'. Conan and the other kids just wanna know more about the castle. While the rest of the ladies ask if he knows the Royal family.

Listen, I'll make Hakuba a rich posh boy and nothing will convince me otherwise ok. it's fun

#more unhinged hakuba headcanons #dcmk #hakuba saguru #kaito kid #magic kaito #hakushin #heiji hattori #shinichi kudo #shinkai #kaishin #kaito kuroba #gosho boys #sera masumi #edogawa conan #detective conan #conan #meitantei conan

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algrenion · 4 months

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that person said you were racist on your wyll post because ppl who dont even bother to properly interact or understand his character will post the worst takes in his tag and then go "oh oops i didnt mean to be racist 🥺 i was just complaining abt the only black character that i didnt bother to learn anything about"

wyll is nothing like a tory hes self sacrificing, unspoiled and the only character who actually stands up for other groups of ppl in game (even having a line saying a disabled character is not worthless for being disabled!!) and even if you meant it as a "rich spoiled kid" way, did you really not think of the other implications of calling the only black man in the group a tory...

i get it you didnt mean to say it in any bad way but it came across that way regardless of intention especially since wyll already gets so much undeserved flack and in his own tag from people who admit they know nothing abt his character, so

Okay, I understand why the post has been received badly and in that case I’ll delete it. I don’t want to actively upset anyone.

That said I would like to add that I’m very aware of Wyll’s background and character traits and in fact I find them insanely relatable; I am also a black (albeit extremely white passing - but my connections with the black community almost entirely stem from racism I’ve experienced merely for the knowledge of me having a black father), disabled woman, and I’ve suffered pretty tremendously at times, under Tory leadership for that. I’ve even got well to do family who I’ve drifted away from — his story is extremely relatable.

I’m also very familiar with the colloquial use of the word “Tory” as a light jab, usually referring to people that sound posh. I get called it all the time by my friends, it’s ironic, we laugh about it. And I think that regardless of Wyll’s extremely positive traits and background as a character, you’d be hard pressed to deny he has the flavour of a rich kid. I think Larian purposely wrote him that way, and that’s not a bad trait, just something I find humour in. I’m not saying he is “like a Tory” in any other sense than speech and body language.

Of course, that is only my experience and my opinion. I just don’t think it’s that serious or that any racist implications were in my post.

Knowing how some people react with real bigotry toward Wyll though, sometimes at a very subconscious level, I think I’ll remove the post to avoid any doubt. Just wanted to make my intentions clear first, though it sounds like you kind of understood them anyway.

I hope I covered that okay, I just woke up and I’ve not had my pain meds yet, so

#also I disagree that Wyll is the only character who stands up for others - I think Karlach and Halsin are also very good examples for this #also I apologise for tagging - I tag posts for later access on my own blog and I sometimes forget it’s how other people find content #i just hop around oh recommended blogs

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pinkypie1209 · 1 year

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“There’s a time and a place for being normal. For most people, normal is their default setting. But for some, like you and me, normal is something we have to bring out, like putting on a suit for a posh dinner.”

-Michael

“He’s delusional. He’s more delusional than I am, and that’s saying something.”

-Tori

#michael holden #solitaire #tori spring #Spotify

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thedreadvampy · 9 months

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was wearing my dyke jacket on the way into town. the one that says Fuck The Fucking Tories on the sleeve.

we were waiting at the crossing. an expensive car pulls up to the lights. posh man with floppy hair leans out of the window and points a finger at me. "Your jacket's really offensive! What it says on the sleeve - I'm a Tory and I-"

at which point I interrupted him and said "Oh that's a shame for you. Get well soon!" (That last part called after him as he drove off) so we may never know what he.

but the point is. this is why the Festivals are a problem. the poshos are swanning around Leith thinking being a Tory is an ok thing to admit to. They grow too bold. They must be cast out. They're running around thinking anyone here gives a shit about their political opinions. Sad.

#red said #imagine thinking i was gonna care about anything past 'I'm a tory and-'#'your jacket's offensive to Tories' WELL GEE I DIDN'T THINK OF THAT WHEN I PAINTED 'FUCK THE TORIES' ON IT #i WILL CORRECT MY ERROR POSTHASTE

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pacifymebby · 4 months

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what does common people esque mean lol

It's in reference to this song about a girl Jarvis Cocker (more middle class than you'd all like to believe btw, his mother ran to be a Tory councillor not that long after this song was released) met whilst at art school (see he was literally at arts school!! We aren't worried about him social climbing)

Anyway the jist of the song is touching on a phenomena in western culture which was big in the 90s and returns in fashion often (it's doing the rounds a bit now but it's on its way out)

In the 90s we had heroin chic which was like, skinny models dressed like they were on heroin. You also had poverty chic which was rich thin beautiful people being photographed in scratty council estates or in traditional working class environments.

It's essentially to do with the fact that most cool shit starts in working class culture and then gets picked up and made expensive (carhartt is traditionally the American working class mans jacket but now it costs hundreds and they sell it to posh boys in urban outfitters)

Anyways sorry I'm ranting so hard, it's such a massive thing in Britain and I'm quite passionate about it haha

In the song the very rich girl has lived a life of privelige she "will never understand how it feels to live your life with no meaning or control and with nowhere else to go" and to her poverty is this cool outfit she can try on for s day by shagging a working class lad from Sheffield who is roughing it in London. BUT the song is about how she will never be able to understand what it's really like

The chorus is

"cut your hair and get a job, rent a flat above a shop, smoke some fags and play some pool pretend you never went to school but still you'll never get it right cause when you're laying in bed at night watching roaches climb the walls if you call your dad he can stop it all"

Like she's never going to understand Jarvis Cocker/the lad in the song because she's never going to understand what it's like to be trapped by poverty. When you're poor there's nothing else, it consumes your whole life, there's no escaping it, no one to borrow money from, no family home to go back to and not have to worry, because your parents are poor too and theyd love to help you but the best they can do is put the roof over your head etc.

But in the UK especially (I've seen this loads at uni) you get middle class kids who really really want to seem cool, so they copy working class accents, they wear the clothes, they try to lie about the place they grew up, they try to make out like they were hard up too, or they make friends with working class kids to feel like they're part of it too.

Because for as shit as it is being poor, Sam Fenders right when he says that thing about how it's hard to write a good song from your parents villa in France.

Working Class has ALWAYS fuelled popular culture. Mary Quant was a working class girl, she revolutionised popular culture with the mini skirt and set a ball rolling that literally never stopped, working class in music gave us the Beatles, oasis, grime, punk to name a few, football culture is largely working class, the soaps are about the working class... The rich copy the poor all the time and that's genuinely what makes pop culture go round. So middle class kids will always be there preying on working class kids for clout.

That's what common people esque means haha

In short though it means that a trip to Aldi/Lidl/Asda is tourist activity akin to fucking Disney Land for middle class London raised children haha

#politics

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