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leiawritesstories · 2 years

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As I Am, 12

Summary: London, England, 1816, early spring. The opening of the Season is every year’s most anticipated event in high society, especially among the young ladies. This Season has been predicted to be one of the most promising yet, given that the debutantes include Miss Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, Misses Nesta, Elain, and Feyre Archeron, Miss Elisa Selvari, Miss Elide Lochan, and many more. Not to mention that His Grace Rowan Whitethorn, the newly ascended Duke of Doranelle, shall be in town with his companions. Where shall the Season lead? We have yet to find out, but as with all Seasons, there will be parties, promenades, dancing and dining, a profusion of flowers in each young lady’s parlour, and of course, scandal.

STORY WARNINGS: language, arranged marriages and other 19th-century problems, eventual fighting, eventual smut

Inspired quite a lot by Bridgerton and Pride and Prejudice. Unknown chapter count. Characters are from Throne of Glass and ACOTAR, as well as various other characters from various other authors. I’ll credit them as they appear, and if anyone is unfamiliar, please go check out their books!

CHARACTER LIST MASTERLIST

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: arranged marriage talk, implied naughty joke

A/N: there is a new character, that is all I shall say. Character belongs to SJM. I had a lot of fun writing this one. Also! Tuesday update because I’ll be traveling later this week and probably will have zero time to post stuff. Enjoy!

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“Elli! Hurry up! We haven’t got all day!” Aelin called as she hurried down the hall.

“I am right behind you, Ae!” Elide returned, buttoning her gloves. “Do calm down, we have more than enough time to ride to the hall and find good seats.”

“I know, I know, I am just overthinking.” Aelin descended the front stairs and stepped up into the small carriage. “I have been waiting to hear this speaker since it was announced that she would visit London.”

“All of us have been,” Elide agreed, settling herself opposite Aelin. “Her book and her essays are phenomenal, I cannot wait to meet her.”

When they arrived at the hall, Aelin and Elide walked in together and found all three Misses Archeron sitting in the middle section, a handful of rows back from the stage. She waved to Nesta, who beckoned them over to that row.

“Fancy seeing you here,” Aelin quipped.

“I would not dream of missing this day,” Nesta grinned. “Believe me, notes will be taken.”

“Your father shall never stand a chance once he has Mrs. Athalar’s arguments to contend with,” Elide smirked.

“That is my hope,” Nesta agreed. “Even Father cannot refute what she says.”

“Nor can he claim to be benevolent while at the same time forcing an unwanted marriage upon his youngest daughter,” Feyre grumbled.

Aelin’s head snapped to Feyre. “What?”

“You had not heard?” Feyre’s tone dripped with sarcasm. “Father, in his great loving kindness, has decided that I must marry Lord Tamlin, and soon.”

“Tamlin?” Aelin’s eyes widened. “The blonde one who dresses like an American dandy?”

“That’s the one.” Feyre’s face was expressionless.

Aelin shuddered. “I do believe you have me beat for terrible arranged marriages.”

“You as well?” Elain gasped. “But I thought Viscount Galathynius was under no, er, external motivations to marry you off.”

“As far as I am aware, he is not. But Perrington, the slimy bastard, may well have blackmailed him. I would not put it past him.”

“Perrington?” Elain looked horrified. “That man is old enough to be your father.”

“Indeed. That has not stopped Father, though.”

“Stopped your father from what?” Elisa’s voice broke in. She seated herself next to Elide. “I hope I am not intruding?”

“Of course not, Elisa,” Aelin replied. “We were merely discussing the nastiness of being married off to oily old men. You are fortunate that you have not been thus afflicted.”

Elisa’s mouth dropped open. “I was not aware that you were betrothed, Aelin!”

“Certainly not of my own doing,” Aelin griped. “But yes, my father has arranged my marriage to the Duke of Perrington.”

Elisa flinched. “Dear God in heaven.”

“And my father has arranged my marriage to Lord Tamlin,” Feyre added.

“Dear God in heaven!” Elisa repeated.

“Exactly,” Feyre and Aelin murmured.

The sound of someone clearing their throat turned all attention back to the stage. A middle-aged lady dressed in a simple navy skirt suit and hat clapped her hands twice. “Good morning, ladies and gentlemen! It is my greatest pleasure to welcome you to this address. Our speaker is renowned around the learned world for her thoughts and writings upon the rightful education of young ladies. She is here today to speak to this point, and I am most heartened to see so many young ladies in attendance. I hope you will take her advice to heart. Without further ado, please welcome Mrs. Bryce Athalar!”

Vigorous applause greeted Mrs. Athalar as she walked onto the stage. A tall, elegant woman with rich auburn hair and golden-hazel eyes, her dress was stylish and her smile was genuine.

“Thank you, thank you. Please, do not think you need to applaud for this long.” She took a stance at the podium, shuffling a set of notes. “Thank you so very much for inviting me to speak today. As I am sure most of you know, my name is Bryce, or professionally, Mrs. Bryce Athalar, and I speak and write on the education of young ladies. Our times are changing, our world is changing, and our young ladies must know how to advance in a world that is evolving before their very eyes. Merely being viewed as docile little homemakers is a concept that we must move past in order to progress. Yes, making a home is a worthy calling, and ladies, if you feel called to do this, then by all means devote yourselves to this task. However, as we continually move into the future, we see more and more women with an ardent desire for education. Gentlemen, think not that this means women will usurp all of your long-held positions, for that is still decades, perhaps centuries, from occurring. What this does mean is that ladies are beginning to act upon the inmost desire of every human--the desire to know.

“We must not shut our young ladies into a box when they express a desire to learn. We must not force them to learn only parlor skills. We must allow them to develop the flower of their minds, and this means providing a complete education. Literature, history, fine arts, and foreign languages have been accepted as subjects for every young person’s education for years; now, it is time to introduce more. Our young ladies need knowledge of the sciences, of mathematics, of commerce, of deeper subjects to properly form their minds.” Her eyes scanned the audience, noting some ripples of discontent. “For if they are unable to understand the factors driving society, however will they understand their family’s troubles?” she continued. “However will they make intelligent, impressive conversation with their father’s or brothers’ or husband’s associates? How can we continue telling our sisters, daughters, and friends that they must be credits to society without offering them the means by which to become true credits?”

As she continued to speak, her voice rising and falling passionately, Aelin nudged Nesta. “Perhaps you might have your chance to go to a proper school yet.”

“I am afraid even Mrs. Athalar will not say outright that ladies ought to be allowed to study medicine,” Nesta murmured back. “’Twould be too controversial.”

“And what of marriage?” Mrs. Athalar questioned. “What do our young ladies deserve in a husband?” She paused for a moment. “The very best, of course. Each young lady deserves an equal, a partner who will support and bring out her many gifts and talents rather than squelch them. If this means a longer courtship, so be it. It is far preferable that a young lady turn down a suitor while she is courting than marry too soon and discover after the wedding that her husband is not her equal.”

“This must mean that she does not approve of arranged marriage,” Feyre whispered.

“Why do you not ask her after her address?” Nesta asked. “I am sure she would love to discuss that point with you.” She tossed her youngest sister a small smile. “After all, you do have much to say about it.”

“What a wonderful idea!” Feyre impulsively squeezed Nesta’s hand. “I shall do exactly that.”

The young ladies listened to Mrs. Athalar finish her speech, applauding rousingly when she was done. And indeed, she said that she would be available for discussion following the speech. Feyre and Aelin moved into the queue of people waiting to speak with her, plotting what, exactly, to ask Mrs. Athalar.

After quite some time--and quite a number of people leaving the queue because “it was too long”--they reached the renowned speaker. They were at the very end of the line.

“Are you the last?” Mrs. Athalar asked.

“We are,” Aelin said.

“Oh thank goodness,” Bryce muttered. “Please do not take offense, I did not mean to be rude.”

“None taken.” Feyre smiled. “We just wanted to ask your opinion on arranged marriages, Mrs. Athalar.”

Bryce’s eyes lit up. “I had hoped someone would ask. What would you like to discuss?”

“Well, ma’am--”

“Please, call me Bryce. I am not too much older than you, I don’t think.”

Aelin grinned. “Very well, Bryce, both Miss Feyre Archeron here and I are being married off and we do not like it.”

“And you are?”

“Aelin Galathynius.”

“Ah, the viscount’s daughter. And you are Baron Archeron’s daughter?” She turned to Feyre.

“Yes, the youngest of three.”

“How sad, the youngest sold off first,” Bryce mused. “Well. I cannot speak publicly about arranged marriages, for I would surely be cast out of polite society. I believe arranging a marriage to be outdated and horribly unjust, yet it persists. Have either of you spoken out against this?”

“Yes,” Aelin and Feyre chorused.

“I have been pleading with Father not to let this go through since he and Mamma sprung it upon me.” Aelin took a deep, calming breath. “As of yet, nothing has been made public, but they are planning to publicize the news in two weeks, and I do not know what to do.”

“And I have been trying to help Father see that Lord Tamlin may seem admirable in public, but is in reality a disreputable, nasty piece of work,” Feyre added.

“Goodness me, whatever is the world coming to?” Bryce murmured. “I am sorry that I cannot offer you much consolation, but I can say a few things. Firstly, do not let up. If you do, you will seem to be accepting it. Secondly, you are both beautiful young ladies who are recently out, correct?” They nodded. “Well then, use that to your advantage. Dance with as many others as possible, speak with as many others as possible. Perhaps you can find someone who is willing to play the devoted suitor and make an irresistible offer to your loving but stupid fathers. And thirdly?” Bryce smirked. “Never, ever underestimate what a lady’s maid can do.”

“Whatever does that mean?” Feyre’s brows scrunched.

“It means, Feyre, that we have all the spies we could want at our homes.” Aelin was grinning. “The staff knows everything that goes on around the town; no piece of gossip would escape them, particularly not one concerning a suitor of one of the ladies.”

“So enlist their help,” Bryce said. “The best plans often happen largely out of sight, and who better to extract damning information than your very clever staff? Have the mothers or sisters or aunts or other relatives to tea. Have dinner parties. Any excuse to bring their staff and yours together and thus to find out just what skeletons live in their closets.”

Aelin grinned widely at Feyre. “Well, Miss Archeron, I do believe we must invite the Duke’s aunt and Lord Tamlin’s sister over to tea.”

“I do believe we must.” Feyre matched Aelin’s grin. “Thank you so very much, Bryce.”

Bryce nodded and waved away their praises. “It was my pleasure.” She watched them walk away and rejoin Nesta, Elain, Elisa, and Elide. “I wish you all the best in your takedown of terrible marriages,” she hummed, half to herself.

“Terrible marriages? Now that is simply unkind,” purred a smooth, deep male voice to her left.

“I was not referring to ours, dearest, and you know it.” Bryce frowned up at Hunt Athalar, her husband of three years, who patrolled every one of her speeches for troublemakers.

“Of course not, my love,” he smirked, linking his arm with hers, “the only thing terrible about our marriage is your hectic schedule leaving so little time for our…recreation.”

Bryce swatted him, laughing. “You are insatiable, Athalar.”

“Only for my ridiculously talented wife.”

“Mamma?” Aelin tapped on her mother’s sitting room door.

“Yes, Fireheart?” Evalin looked up from her desk. “What is it?”

“I was wondering…could we invite Perrington and his aunt to tea?”

Evalin raised a brow skeptically. “Why?”

“What do you mean, Mamma?”

“Fireheart, you loathe the idea of this marriage, and we know it. Why do you suddenly want to have not only the man, but also his aunt, over for tea?”

Aelin sighed. “Because I wish to see if his aunt knows any information that might help me end this ridiculous betrothal before Father makes it public.”

“Or if his aunt’s maid knows anything,” Evalin added.

“Mamma!” Aelin was utterly shocked. “However did you guess?”

“’Tis one of the old tricks, my dear. The best information comes from those who know the workings of the house.”

“Does this mean you approve?” Aelin inquired, daring to hope.

Her mother nodded. “More than that, I even want you to do this. If you had not, I would have.”

Aelin was astonished. “But I thought you supported Father’s decision?”

“Not when I began to suspect that Perrington had a motivation to get married quickly.” Evalin embraced Aelin. “We shall find out if he is using you, my Fireheart, and we shall free you.”

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rubyrunner · 3 years

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Tagged by @komala thank you boyboss <3

name/nickname: Javier but I'm mostly just called Javi :)

gender: homosexual (man)

star sign: Libra (sorry)

height: Last time I checked 4'11

bday: September 29th

favorite bands: Ill Spector :)

favorite solo artists: Des Rocs. Sorry for liking bland rock music

song stuck in my head: I Disagree - Poppy

last movie: Roma (so fucking sad. Literally so sad)

last show: Hannibal. It fucks, actually.

when i created this blog: 2018 I think! Been on Tumblr longer though, just remade cause my old blog was cringe since I made it when I was 11 O_O

other blogs: Just one for aes posts but it's been inactive since I stopped being funny on main :)

do i get asks: No sir

following: 167

why i chose this url: I was like all my urls have egg in them. Gotta keep that. You know what I love? Honey. But honeyegg was taken. So I just made the jump to honeyedegg :)

average hours of sleep: Usually 9

lucky number: 24

instruments: I am literally so bad I feel the need to issue a formal apology to everyone who has ever heard me play but. I play guitar sometimes

what im wearing: A gold chain necklace that I wear as a bracelet that was my mom's, two other bracelets I got from my friend, some (beloved) incredibly ugly leggings that are rainbow and have patterns, and a red t-shirt with a dragon on it.

dream trip: MEXICO!!! Ideally with my brother Vinny :)

favorite food: Southwestern egg rolls are so good to me

nationality: Mexican American ^-^

favorite song: Right now my top two are I Love You - Said The Whale and Past Tense - On Video

top 3 fictional universes: Uh. Fuck dude. Never seen a piece of media in my life, actually.

I'M GONNA TAG: @antmansbf @casstihell @hunterxhunter99 do it or don't. Love you guys. Mwah

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vandergeld · 4 years

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hey everyone welcome BACK to my blog , hi , how are ya ? i’m RUZZY ( or ru , rudy idk if thats too much lmAO ) & i have not been apart of a group in 84 years ............ that graphic is so extra but i was bored & first impressions are everything , ANYWHO this is my mans WARNER played by my mans GRAYSON DOLAN , who lacks f’n resources so i gotta work some magic w/ all these gifs on tumblr lmao so any gif icons are noT mine for the most part they’ll be taken from gifs alr created ( s/o 2 the fly hunnies that made ‘em ) anyway ya’ll don’t really care abt me lmao soooooo here’s warner ! PLS feel free to hmu ANYTIME for the plots & things of that nature u could lit never bother me idc , my discord is 𝐫𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐲𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐳𝐢#1643 if u everrr need to get ahold of me when im not on tumblr !

𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐍, cismale, he/his. → look out, there’s 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐃. you know, the 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 year old 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 of 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐀 𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐃𝐀 𝐌𝐔. you know, i overheard someone say that they were 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄, 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 , 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 and 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐃. but that’s just rumours. fresh new pairs of air jordan 1's, the roar of a crowd in a stadium, and lost weekends come to mind when i think of them. what about you? [ ruzzy, he/him, 18, est ]

TW : CANCER MENTION , SMOKING MENTION .

// » GENERAL :

FULL NAME : warner evangelino alexander vandergeld ( inspired by the antagonists of white chicks lmaooo ) .

HOMETOWN : new york city , new york .

NICKNAMES : dumbass .

AGE : twenty .

BIRTHDAY : october twenty-first .

ZODIAC : libra .

GENDER : male .

PRONOUNS : he & him .

NATIONALITY : american .

ETHNICITY : german , italian , irish .

LABEL(S) : the golden boy , the lothario , the jock .

TROPE(S) : chick magnet , hormone-addled teenager , unwitting pawn , upper class twit ,

OCCUPATION : college student & collegiate football player & full time frat bro .

FRAT : beta lambada mu .

MAJOR : environmental science .

POS : charming , charismatic , brave , athetic , dedicated , eco-friendly , high-moral compass , book smart , kind , energetic , optimistic , loyal ( most of the time ) , respectful , well-rounded , level-headed , ambitious , debonair , life of the paty .

NEG : compulsive , easily-influenced , dimwitted , hypersexualized , problematic , addictive , rebellious , bemused , defensive , clingy , hopeless-romatic , overly-competitive , envious .

INSP : nate archibald ( gossip girl )

// » PAST :

warner was born & raised in the city that never sleeps and is the product of evangeline moretti-vandergeld , an intelligent american-italian socialite turned environmental politician , and captain william vandergeld , a former navy captain , and now a shareholder in some boring fortune 500 company that allowed his wife and son to live an affluent , and privileged life . his mother however , was the real deal , often using their sum of wealth to donate to multiple charities , organizations , etc, she was dedicated to keeping new york city ( and all who lived there ) clean and safe , and she instilled those same values onto her son.

some people are born lucky , and others , lucky to be born . warner was the first option . his childhood was nothing short of happiness , and happiest days were with his mother , for as long as he could remember , any happy moment in his childhood was faded right into her.

things took a drastic change his freshman year of ( private obvy lmao ) high-school . warner’s mother was diagnosed with breast cancer , and little to his knowledge , it wasn’t looking pretty from the start . she was frequently in and out of the hospital for a few months at a time and it was not looking good on any fronts . one day when she went to the hospital it seemed like she never left , maybe she didn’t , those days were a blur for warner to be honest . watching his mother lose life , every single day was not a task he was up for .

by then it was just warner and his father , they were all they had in the big city . ( when he wasn’t always away on business ) warner grew up in that big luxy town house all by himself , with the company of loyal maids , chefs , and nannies of course . but in high school , the more he really submerged himself into it , it was a crazy world & he loved it . whilst getting demands from his father in tokyo to attend those boring sailing classes , warner instead headed out to their beach house in the hamptons for an early 20 rager .

warner undoubtedly knew the power he possessed , big man on campus type & it felt good , until about towards the end of his junior year he was honestly all partied out , but of course reputation is everything , in order to keep up thats when he picked up the real ugly habits , that were of course fun . smoking numerous amounts of marijuana , various girls in - and - out every other day was a feeling like no other , he knew it was wrong , he knew his mom would be ashamed , him doing all these things and not carrying on her legacy in some way . but he couldn’t help himself in a all honesty , and no doubt some of that transitioned over in college .

// » AES :

lost weekends partying , chicken wings & french fries , air jordan 1′s , gucci guilty cologne , friday night lights , clouds of smoke & red eyes , diamond encrusted jewelry glistening under bright lights in a dark room , nike sweatsuits , game winning moves , new york city at night , hamptons in the summer , spring break in miami , impulsive decisions .

// » TL;DR :

( and some stuff i probably missed oops ) warner is a conflicted mama’s boy who knows half the shit he does is wrong but can’t stop . after his mothers passing he had an absent father who seemed to always be away on business , only in town for a month or two , missing his sons’ multiple feats to keep himself distracted from the fact that his wife was no longer with them. created immense daddy issues for warner , especially since he was a standout football star & 2x stage champ in high school , and is currently playing collegiality for the irish , with dreams of making it in the nfl cause screw his dad he don’t wanna go 2 the navy , or work for dat company # not gonna happen . warner took great advantage of wealth & his fathers absence , but he’s lowkey partied out in college , or so he likes to say but he fakes it ‘till he makes it bc he doesn’t his brothers to think he’s lame . HE’S LIVING FOR EVERYBODY BUT HIM BASICALLY .

// » HEADCANONS :

warner is on a football scholarship majoring in environmental science bc although he most likely won’t do shit w/ da degree its for mommy .

he can EASILY be manipulated or taken advantage of , he’s book smart but lowkey dumber than a fucking box of rocks

immastonerbyyoungthug.mp3 . occasionally , but , more so than that ? he always manages to flush out his system in time if needed be , but he loves 2 roll up # stress relief

a BEAST on that field ( student athlete meme here )

has all the canon gray tattoos bc fuck what dad thinks . he wears a solid 16 inch gold chain , and another of the same length with his moms’ name on it , never fucking takes it off , showers with it cause he can .

ok ........ he rich , but like not i can do whatever i want rich ??? he may not ever have to work a day in his life , but he don’t got the pull u think he does w/ his dumb ass u probably couldn’t even tell he’s got money with his minimalist fashion sense .

he has a higher moral compass than most of his frat bros , but the stupid shit he does , u most likely won’t even be able to tell , he’s definitely a serial romeo and a heartbreaker , one compliment ? he’s ready to drop his pants & fall in love w/ u .

HE DUMB , but like he can talk his way into & out of anything , most of the time , batting those big brown eyes & a million dollar smile has saved his ass on multiple occasions .

// » WANTED CONNECTIONS :

EX-GIRLFRIEND : i’m thinking his first & only “ serious “ relationship while in college . were going pretty steady until he cheated on her ( hmm wc on who he cheated on her w/ ?? ) , she never found out but that guilt ate warner TF UP so he cut things off with her via text message and blocked her number , ignores her any chance he gets ‘till this day , cause he doesn’t have any balls and cannot face his fears .

FRAT BROS : lowkey what i’m MOST excited for asdfgh like whoever is in beta lambada mu hit me the fuck UP so we can discuss dynamics , roomates , allat .

FOOTBALL TEAM : same for above , he’s lowkey cocky & got sly comments when he’s on the field , he constantly humbles himself but can’t helps it , he is hot shit and he knows it , how does his team feel ab that ?? w/ his defensive ass !

GOOD-LUCK CHARM : prolly a girl ( bonus points if a cheerleader ??? im not picky tho i promise if ur muse don’t shake poms idc ) it happened out the blue , they screamed his name while the team was walking out for a game , and she called that he’d get 3 td’s and thats exactly what he did now they joke ab it and shit ( maybe a goodluck kiss b4 games bc its warner lolol ) idk i came up wit it on the spot but i love it.

// » MISC :

i’m a dumbass & this got way longer than i expected but if u made it all the way thru ily .

#clovers.intro #♔ — ∞ ⁞ @ 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐃 ↱ OOC.#im so srry this a novel #but woot woot im so excited !!!!

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fxwillow-blog · 5 years

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⋆ ◦ ° ☾ katherine langford + cisfemale + she/her — have you seen willow northcott? they sure have been hanging out at the raceway a lot recently. they are a twenty three year old known as the maverick, and they currently work for the savages as a thief, which they’ve been doing for six months. a pansexual scorpio, they are adroit + dauntless, as well as hedonistic + overambitious. aes: screaming out of the car window, black running shoes, and an ivy league degree.

hi guys! i’m laur, and i’m so excited to be here!! i can’t wait to write with you all. i’m about to head to bed, but if you want to plot just hit the little heart and i’ll come to you :)

so, willow northcott. who is she? what is her deal?

- willow northcott, as people know her in her hometown of boston, is the missing heir of the northcott paper empire led by her parents, dylan and lindsey northcott.

- willow is an only child, and as such, she was raised with triple the resources one child truly needs. growing up, she was given everything: she was educated at exeter, tutored in latin, skilled at oboe, and gifted a bmw at 16. she had unlimited access to her parent’s bank account, as well as a trust fund in her name to be handed over at 22.

- all of which, to willow, was fine. she had interests outside of the unofficial northeastern debutante agenda, and because she was the only child (hence, too spoiled to be restrained), her parents allowed her to pursue her own hobbies. longboarding. gourmet cooking. surfing. mandarin. playwriting. coding. car racing. picking locks. willow’s interests ranged far and wide, and her parents took it as intellectual curiosity. she dreamed of doing the nontraditional, whether that meant she became a hacker, professor, or investigative journalist.

- that being said, she knew she didn’t want to be a debutante, yet she still wanted to please her parents so she went through the motions. she picked her ivy of choice (brown) and became the member of poli sci research institutes and secret societies alike. still, as much as she loved brown, she was bored of traveling in the same circles her entire life. further, as the end of senior year when she graduated, she loathed her near-certain future, ending in taking the reins of the product of a corporation generations in the making.

- willow asked her parents to take a gap year before joining the company, which they agreed to. trust fund finally unlocked, she bought herself a sports car and took off on what was supposed to be an epic roadtrip through all 48 mainland states.

the roadtrip was more than epic. willow’s wish was finally granted- she had officially explored every inch and circle of almost every american city she could dream of visiting. she stayed with any family kind enough to let her in and travelled among the forgotten. she was driving through colorado when her car broke down in the border of a small town. the sign, willow noticed as she looked at her dead phone, was called valdez.

- a stranger was kind enough to drag her and her car to the middle of town, where a mechanic was able to fix her car. however, when her car was repaired and ready to go, she couldn’t bring herself to leave. she didn’t want to go back to boston and the fate that awaited her there. so willow stayed. she kept her first name but refused to disclose her last. if she had to, she used “nc” as her surname. she signed on with the savages as a thief. it was refreshing to be judged by the skill her hands held, not her mind.

- people don’t know much about willow beyond the fact that she’s kind, ambitious, oddly generous, and owns a sweet mitsubishi evo x, one of only 1600 made. willow would like it to stay that way. she’s happy with her rebuilt self-- she doesn’t want anybody to know her past, though she worries it’s only a matter of time.

wanted connections

the person who found willow -- this person not only helped save willow, but also introduced her to the gangs that rule valdez. willow still feels indebted to them, six months later, and is very kind towards them and willing to do them friendly favors, regardless of their affiliation. OPEN

someone who knows willow from their past -- one of the only people who make willow feel vulnerable, especially since she doesn’t want her former life to slip out. their only requirement would probably be that they must be from the northeast or have gone to boarding school with her. OPEN

a fellow car enthusiast who loves racing as much as willow does -- it’s only a hobby for her, and she’s certainly let them take her car out. in her free time, she likes hanging around the outskirts of the racetrack, watching the cars go by. sometimes, when she’s feeling up to it, she’ll bring a sign for whichever one of the savages are racing that night. OPEN

someone who had a fling with willow before she joined the savages -- probably also one of the first people willow met in town, but then felt like she had to break it off because of different gang affiliations, too dangerous for them/her, etc. it could have been a relationship, a string of hookups, or anything you’re down for. OPEN

mother/father figure -- while in valdez, willow hasn’t had any contact with anyone from boston, including her parents. this person has taken willow under their wing, acting as the loving parents willow feels like she is currently missing. they’re also in the same gang as willow, mentoring her through their shared world. OPEN

close/best friends -- someone willow found during her first weeks in valdez, and they’ve been tight ever since. they’re one of willow’s ride or dies and willow is one of their biggest supporters. most likely in the savages, like her. they’re one of the reasons she joined. OPEN

aaaanndd if you want to brainstorm something else, platonic, antagonistic, romantic etc. i’m always good with that too <3

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altealives · 5 years

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So I translated American Idiot by Green Day into my made-up Altean

And about 80% of that was me just making up words to fit the rhythm, the rest was just figuring out how to place things based on my already-invented sentence structure + suffixes LMAO. Full sentence-by-sentence translation coming soon.

Heads up: The Altean version is WAY more intense.

ORIGINAL ENGLISH (click here)

ALTEAN

(Click here to hear me sing it :3 cries bc this took me like…an hour…to sing it even CLOSE to perfect…and it STILL has mistakes………………sfdglkjlfksj)

(EDIT: Made some mistakes writing the grammar. Those have been corrected.)

Ae wen gelen na sinaltha AMERICAN Ae wen na kempa-te tea shinta. Valkiram sintalor-te volgan mu Amerikha feagalnor fealu.

Chorus Alsaefavira de Erda-te valuram Furovel vaina ALIEN NATION OK tarae yevenka ala vey Teluvijonil ya re’ulha nemnor E vo yi levon uru-na HEY Saewako elanvorleibra!

Volonko me “AMERICAN AMERICAN na” Ae saewa yi he erei devera Galra Yi kala-kala naymel volun-akar Ye valuramklo kulu-kulurar

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Ae wen gelen na sinaltha AMERICAN Vu kempa shinta, vaina tea neverda. Va puri genae, lovohe bela-bela For mrrde ereinva Amerikha.

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ENGLISH TRANSLATION OF ALTEAN

I don’t want to be an AMERICAN nonempath* I don’t want the media’s new world. There, the sound of uninformed swarms of fears Subconsciously mind-rapes America.

Chorus Welcome to the multitude of fears that Earth struggles against From sea to sea, an ALIEN NATION OK will never happen there Televisions dream your future O, but you were not meant to listen--HEY** Resist the imperialism of freedom!

Call me “un-AMERICAN AMERICAN” I resist your fucking Galra agenda Every day you speak and shit propaganda Singing endlessly your boundless paranoia.

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I don’t want to be an AMERICAN nonempath Under the new media, one world falls. Flowing like water, its stream of nonsense*** Fucks America in the ass.

Chorus

Notes *Click here for the explanation of nonempaths. **Not an Altean word; instead, was taken from English. ***The word bula, one of several words for nonsense in Altean, is considered profane in a way that does not translate to English.

#languages. || mea altea #our altea lies herein. || language

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lovelyeclecticflower · 6 years

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tagged by the most amazing @hesallin !! (i’m answering it on my main blog bc it’s just,,, more simple,,,)

name: lou!

nickname: any variation of my name, mochi, “mothman” and “toilet” (only @hope-slut is allowed to call me like that tho)

gender: ,,,, whats a gender dgvjygjgjdgdf

star sign: taurus

height: 167 cm (according to google its 5′479)

time: 8:35pm

favorite bands: Uhhhhhhhh Saint Motel, Peach pit and Okey Dokey

favorite solo artists: i really love aurora, declan mckenna and princess chelsea!!

song stuck in my head: this song

last movie i watched: what we do in the shadows (really good movie 11/10 would recommend)

last show i watched: On my block (go watch it!!!! its so good!!)

when did i create my blog: september 2016 i think?? i can’t remember jhvqsyfdhtfhts

last thing i googled: my theater's name to buy tickets for infinity war!!! ima watch it in imax one day before y’all americans huehuehue

do i have another blog: TOO MANY,,, i used to have different side blogs for my fandoms but now i reblog everything on my main dwsguyjwwgdyju but i have @c-assiopeiaa (ae/oc blog) and @peggycarterrrr (marvel side blog) and @lafabaguette (dumb french memes/french politics dsggdjyfd)

do i get asks: NOPE LMAO

why i chose my url: i wanted the url “asteria” but it was already taken so i just... improvised lmao

following: so many

followers: 127.... why are y’all following me tho

average hour of sleep: uhh it’s either 12 or 3 hours. There’s no in between

lucky numbers: 3!

instruments: i can’t play. anything. at all.

what im wearing: uhhhh i’m basically wearing heather chandler’s outfit dgsquyjgdqsyu

dream job: lawyer i guess but anything related to law/politics

dream trip: sqdhfujydgudy idk maybe italy or japan?

fav food: BAGUETTES

nationality: french and i can recite the entirety of les mis in french and in english to you to prove it

favorite song right now: THIS SONG

sexuality: gay?? aro?? i have no idea lmao

hogwarts house: ravenclaw

favorite animal: CATS

why you got a blog: to make friends with all of you!! to talk and meet people!!! to support amazing fic writers and artists!! ️ 💖 💖

i’m tagging @hope-slut (you have to do it saskia otherwise im going to swiss to haunt u), @unfortunatesylveon @crystle-snow @fadeslikewhispers @fraink5 and uhhh anyone who would like to do it!!

#tag games #💖 💖💖 💖

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cunningmyers · 4 months

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#aes: midwest in the rear view #aes: taken by the american dream #cunningmyers

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indyflanery · 6 years

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2018 best picture nominee aes.

repost; don’t reblog. bold whatever applies. tag whoever you want and feel free to add to the categories.

THE SHAPE OF WATER: early mornings. art on an easel. being trapped. flashy cars. self-righteous intolerance. speaking volumes without a word. being submerged. learning and adapting. raindrops on windows. bubbles rising in water. cats. taboo desires. tanks of water. kitschy nostalgia. kissing underwater. silence. isolation. golden age hollywood. sign language. scales. egg shells. jell-o. the smell of cleaning supplies. creature features. the space race. red coats. monstrous fairy tales. lab coats. lunches in brown bags. the click of shoes. smog. dance routines. slices of pie. toxic masculinity. chains. government secrets. seeing past flaws. floating aimlessly. needles. greens and blues. deep, inexorable scars. gills. music from the ’30s. retro-futurism. bloody handprints. routines. record players. old movies. love in unexpected places.

PHANTOM THREAD: a doll in a gilded birdcage. butter to bread. the death of a mother.cycles. hidden messages. a disruptive presence. longing. wedding gowns. posh control. post-war. brightly colored socks. inner turmoil. poison. an air of quiet death. hallucinations.family dysfunction. rich fabrics. curses. soft piano music. restrained anger. spinning out of control. artist and muse. dark love. pastels. peace in the countryside. clockwork dynamics. perfection. wild mushrooms. giving up every piece of yourself. rags to riches.ghosts. new year’s. lingering gazes. needle and thread. fine dining. hearing every sound.being ambushed. ego. flowing dresses. a person out of place. defiance. ink to paper. an artist tortured by their art. obsessive personalities. peepholes. soothing elegance. silk.spiral staircases. driving at high speeds. high society.

THE POST: typewriters. newspapers. tense climates. distrust of authority. internal battles. a legacy at stake. secrets. cover-ups. defending what you believe. peering through windows. melodrama. political corruption. behind closed doors. sniffing a scoop. ringing phones. lying for over a decade. cramming and crowding. cold grays. war. fluorescent lights. treason. shuffled papers. the jungle. a weight on your shoulders. fresh coffee.thousands of deaths. burglary. finding your voice. risking everything. propaganda. tough choices. exposure. type being set by hand. workplace rivalries. abuses of power. security breaches. hierarchy. a bed strewn with papers and books. paranoia. orders. clicking keys. redacted files. desk clutter. cigarette smoke. precious cargo. vanished technologies.suspenseful conversations. facing charges. courtroom battles. suits and ties.

DARKEST HOUR: never surrendering. duty. countless negotiations. the flash of cameras.beaches. historic buildings. guzzling booze. resignation. utter catastrophe. bunkers. radio broadcasts. going against the odds. bathed in red light. a sense of humor. allies. shouting matches. small square windows. selfishness. walking with a cane. war rooms. chandeliers.dust floating in air. righteousness. a poor reputation. an elevator surrounded by darkness. a world at war. needing a miracle. interruptions. a last hope. cigar smoke. quoting poetry.photos of a loved one. a single sunbeam. monarchy. vanity. rescue missions. refusing peace. pallid chambers. military uniforms. taking a stand. common folk. suicide missions.drums of war. tears down sullen cheeks. reluctance. complete collapse. evacuations.enveloped by fog. changing history. blood, toil, tears, and sweat.

THREE BILLBOARDS OUTSIDE EBBING, MISSOURI: severe burns. police uniforms. sirens. the calmness of a deer. strumming guitars. grieving. horrifying memories. sucker punches. a lack of respect. facing threats. skin under fingernails. flicking cigarettes. awkward dates. nasty rumors. claustrophobia. lush green pastures. molotov cocktails.the fire of anger and revenge. strangers. no remorse. bashing in windows. the midwest.provoking a fight. pointing fingers. being pressed for time. rundown old houses. grey morality. dark undercurrents. insurmountable losses. cruel laughs. the american flag. dive bars. guilty no matter what. buildings in flames. ambulances. coughing up blood. spitting.chewing on fingernails. one versus many. black and red. not understanding another’s feelings. a mother and child. the pain of others. a quest for justice. abandoned billboards. a hardened gaze. driving to nowhere. small towns. last letters. absurd violence.

CALL ME BY YOUR NAME: heartbreak. unbuttoned shirts. fields of flowers. having to say goodbye. cobblestone streets. rendezvous at midnight. battling temptation. academic paperwork. peeling an orange. ’80s nostalgia. classical music. long walks. ancient artifacts. abundant orchards. shoulder massages. expressive sexuality. remembering everything. staring into a fireplace. dipping your feet in cool water. uncertainty. villa vacations. curly hair. longing gazes. riding a bicycle around. balconies. swimming naked. first times. bathing suits. roman statues. secret sensuality. peaches. piano music. sun-soaked summer. having your nose in a book. just rooms apart. crystal blue water. growing attractions. changing your name. intimacy beyond physical. love affairs. rich wines. finding pleasure in grief. daring to desire. european lyricism. loving father figures. dancing to disco. laying in green grass. awkward adolescence. hands interlinked. sentimental jewelry. connection through identity. the magen david.

DUNKIRK: burying a body. warm cider. narrow escapes. a race against time. a small boat. all hope lost. being unable to come home. taken prisoner. shipwrecks. assuming the identity of someone else. setting fire to it all. smoke rising from a crash. sea foam.seaports. rendered blind. dropping to take cover. land, sea, and air. entangled in chain. toast with jam. suspense. waiting for escape. wounded men. lying in the sand. trauma. blank spaces. sinking ships. commended a hero. cocking a gun. swallowed by darkness.bullet holes. obstacles and delays. a hero’s welcome. planes overhead. the sounds of a ticking clock. bullets ricocheting off metal. people by the thousands. shell-shocked. the explosions of shells on shores. the sound of destruction. rising tides. head injuries. target practice. compressed time and space. the perennial threat of death. oil ignited into flames. lying for the greater good. blocking out the noise. primal dangers. taking command.sole survivor.

GET OUT: deer antlers. suburbs. hypnosis. strange behavior. familial tension. chopping wood. uneasy stares. tears and a smile. deception. fight or flight. blindness. survival. sinking into the floor. watching but powerless. strapped to a chair. plugged ears. a failed handshake. car accidents. sunken places. something out of a nightmare. going hysterical. bingo cards. smoking cigarettes. static on a television set. doing more harm than good. a hint of a smile. a stranger in any environment that is foreign to them. waiting for someone to come when they never will. overturned candles. wealthy garden parties. constantly looking over your shoulder. silence no matter how hard you scream. trances. catharsis. a battle of wills. layers being peeled back. a cup of tea. nosebleeds. addiction. last bits of life leaving a body. black and white photography. sprinting at high speeds. conspiracies. surgery. blankly polite speech. noise of a spoon scraping across a teacup. a deer in headlights. staring at your own reflection. unable to sleep. loyal friends.

LADY BIRD: california landscapes. budding romance. uniforms. consolation. plain and luscious colors. apologizing. boorish sex. prom dresses. secondhand dresses. strong personalities. the theatre. being simultaneously warm and scary. battling depression. ’90s fashion. dreaming of elsewhere. partying. signatures on a cast. living on the wrong side of the tracks. not being bound by any era. rejection. sparklers. thrift stores. high school.identity crisis. a place that looks like a memory. going behind backs. disappointed parents. catholicism. poverty. busy new york city streets. monotonous hometowns. shitty bands.teenage anarchy. drifting in and out of friendships. menial jobs. red hair. self-given names. coming-of-age. a broken arm. excessive drinking. first kisses. cupcakes. smudged eye makeup. strained relationships. screaming in the middle of the street. thoughtful letters.standing out. decorated bedroom walls. having a change of heart. expressing individuality.

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TAGGING: no one

#aesthetic image #about indy #italics are canon

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ericfruits · 5 years

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Why China’s assault on Cathay Pacific should scare all foreign firms

AS THE TRADE war chips away at its allure, China wants to retain the affection of foreign businesses. It has promised to level the playing field between them and their domestic rivals. This pledge is meant as reassurance that Chinese firms will receive no special favours. But it has taken on a different light over the past week, in the wake of China’s assault on Cathay Pacific, Hong Kong’s flagship airline. China is taking a hard line against foreign companies that displease it, lashing out at their bosses and demanding obedience, much as it wields control over domestic enterprises. Firms in Hong Kong are in the cross-hairs, but it would be a mistake to think China will stop there.

With 26,000 employees in Hong Kong, Cathay initially took a neutral stance as protests engulfed the city. The airline would not dream of telling its employees what to think, its chairman proclaimed. His defiance withered, though, as criticism from China mounted. When the Chinese aviation authority, absurdly, accused the airline of imperilling safety because its employees had joined the protests, Cathay dumped its chief executive. A climate of fear now pervades it. Chinese inspectors have started screening the phones of Cathay crew for anti-Beijing material.

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Global firms may console themselves with the thought that Cathay was uniquely vulnerable. Although it is Asia’s biggest international carrier and a perennial contender for best airline in global rankings, its fate rests almost entirely on China. As much as 70% of its cargo and passengers pass through Chinese airspace. Its biggest shareholder is Swire Pacific, a Hong Kong-based group immersed in China, from soft drinks to property. Swire executives appear to have concluded that any resistance would be an act of corporate self-immolation.

Cathay is far from alone. It joins a list of foreign firms that have wound up on the wrong side of politics in Beijing. Often the remedies are relatively simple, if nauseating. A series of luxury brands—Versace, Coach and Givenchy—have recently offered profuse apologies for selling T-shirts that appeared to identify Hong Kong as being separate from China (see article).

As a general rule, the more foreign companies prize China’s market, the more they have to fear (see article). HSBC, Europe’s biggest bank, has come under pressure for sharing information with American authorities that helped them build a fraud case against the chief financial officer of Huawei, a Chinese telecoms giant. With its strategy predicated on growth in China, HSBC cannot afford to become a villain there. This month it ousted both its chief executive and the head of its China unit, though it denied any connection with the Huawei controversy.

Cathay’s predicament shows why global boardrooms are growing more anxious about Chinese anger. The main worry used to be consumer boycotts, fuelled by state media. These harmed Japanese carmakers and South Korean retailers, but their Chinese sales typically recovered after a few quarters.

The attack on Cathay went further. China’s airline regulator declared it unsafe, the international arm of ICBC, a bank, recommended selling its shares and CITIC Bank boycotted it. The bogus regulatory warning gave all Chinese firms a pretext to shun it. These entities are not household names outside China but are active around the world. ICBC is the planet’s biggest bank by assets. CITIC Bank belongs to one of the most global of Chinese state conglomerates. Their participation in the flagellation of Cathay is a reminder that their ultimate loyalty is to the party.

Using state firms as battle spears gives the lie to China’s claim that it is managing them according to market principles. And weaponising regulators undermines China’s ambitions to play a bigger international role. The airline supervisor had earned respect in leading the charge to ground the 737 MAX, Boeing’s troubled aeroplane; its Cathay warning makes it look like a political hack. The party may well get foreign companies to toe its line on Hong Kong. In the process it is revealing its true nature.■

This article appeared in the Leaders section of the print edition under the headline "Cathay’s mayday"

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