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singeratlarge · 2 years

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the 1964 Vee-Jay LP INTRODUCING THE BEATLES, Pat Benatar, Ray Bolger, Frances X. Bushman, Eddy Clearwater, Jemaine Clement, Shawn Colvin, the 1972 UK LP issue of CONCERT FOR BANGLADESH, Jim Croce, drum heroes Aynsley Dunbar and Max Roach, Donald Fagen, the 1947 Broadway launch of FINIAN’S RAINBOW, George Foreman, the 1928 Gershwin-Romberg-Wodehouse musical ROSALIE, Byron “Whild Child” Gipson, Teresa Graves, Bob Lang (The Mindbenders), Don Letts (Big Audio Dynamite), Ronnie Hawkins, Paul Henreid, sculptress Barbara Hepworth, Frank James, Brian Joo, Mary Ingalls, Jerry Lee Lewis’s 1958 UK single “Great Balls of Fire,” Linda Lovelace, Mendelssohn’s 1833 cantata "Die erste Walpurgisnacht," Sal Mineo, St. Philomena, Fayette Pinkney (Three Degrees), Johnnie Ray, Lyle Ritz (Wrecking Crew), Brad Roberts (Crash Test Dummies), Hrithik Roshan, Samira Said, William Sanderson, Michael Schenker, “Silly Symphony” comics, Frank Sinatra Jr., Sonic the Hedgehog, Nadja Salerni-Sonnenberg, Rod Stewart, Scott Thurston, composer-violinist Gasparo Visconti, mega-producer Jerry Wexler, and Scott McKenzie, the singer-songwriter best known for his association with John Phillips and the 1967 Summer of Love anthem “San Francisco (Be Sure to Wear Flowers in Your Hair),” the sonic tract that called 1000s of young people to California.

Phillips (who played on the track with The Wrecking Crew) wrote the song to appease authorities concerned that hippies would overrun the Bay Area for the Monterey Pop Festival. Peace and love prevailed. The song has been used in several films and was a theme for the Prague Spring Czech uprising in 1968. That same year, McKenzie’s next Top 40 hit “Like an Old Time Movie” (also written and played by Phillips) segued with McKenzie writing “What About Me” for Anne Murray (her first hit single).

Like many artists circa 1960, McKenzie morphed out of doo-wop and became a folkie, joining the New York folk scene that beget The Mamas & The Papas. Phillips initially invited McKenzie to join that group but he declined, saying he didn’t want “the pressure.” His solo career phased in and out, then he joined a road version of The Mamas & The Papas in 1986. Concurrently, the Phillips-McKenzie team joined Mike Love and Terry Melcher to create the huge Beach Boys hit “Kokomo.”

The evergreen “San Francisco” remains McKenzie’s best-known work (he passed from Guillain-Barre syndrome in 2010). Periodically I dabbled with the song, dirty demo-ing a grunge-y Iggy Pop-like update in 1990 (oddly prescient to Iggy moving to my old Nob Hill neighborhood years later): https://johnnyjblairsingeratlarge.bandcamp.com/track/san-francisco-be-sure-to-wear-flowers-in-your-hair-demo-remastered-2020

HB and RIP Scott.

#ScottMcKenzie #SanFrancisco #Flowers #Hair #MontereyPopFestival #SummerofLove #JohnPhillips #MamasandthePapas #wreckingcrew #PragueSpring #folkmusic #BeachBoys #Kokomo #MikeLove #TerryMelcher #GuillainBarre #grungemusic #IggyPop #NobHill #demo #johnnyjblair #singeratlarge

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oldguardhc · 3 years

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Currently thinking about all the different phases they went through.

Like when Grease came out, Joe and Booker immediately went all rockabilly with hair gel and leather jackets. They stopped when they asked Andy to dress in a wide, pink skirt and take them to a milkshake café, and she donned her oldest dungarees and took them to a diner 50 miles away from any civilisation.

Nicky’s ‘thing’ was the early 90’s and grunge/Nirvana. He grew out his hair and only wore torn and baggy t-shirts. He never really stopped, per se. He’s just more subtle about it now. His hair isn’t long and his clothes aren’t baggy and worn. In public, that is.

Andy had hers too. The flower power of the 70’s. She had long hair, sunglasses and a big straw hat. Someone mistook her for a hippie once, and everything bearing even the slightest semblance of color was immediately donated to the local goodwill shop, never to be looked back at again.

Surprisingly, none of them bought into the Beatles craze..

Old Guard hc #161

Here, take a spot on the list. It’s perfect and I don’t want to ruin it.

#the old guard #andromache of scythia #sebastien le livre #nicolo di genova #yusuf al kaysani #hc #Immediately after her flower phase Andy went straight into punk.#that is all i have to say

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aro-throughyourchest · 4 years

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HEADCANONS OF DUCKTALES

HEADCANONS OF EVERYONE IN THIS PHOTO + 1 MORE DUCK

SCROOGE:

He doesn't actually need the glasses; he just wears them for the fuck of it.

I'm torn between that's his only hat, and he's somehow kept it perfectly intact and spiffy for more than 50 years, or he just has a room full of hats hidden somewhere in the mansion.

A more than a bit mad that Donald’s beaten him in a significant other count yet only being in his thirties. (Not Zeus levels of angry but eh.)

DONALD:

He dated José and Panchito in college, and you can't tell me otherwise.

He tries to repress his memories of his punk/grunge phase and doesn’t like it being mentioned.

He is very, very, bi

He didn't hate Gladstone when they were younger, they were actually quite close except for the occasional fight, but the two slowly grew to despise each other as Don's luck got worse, and Glad's got better.

He’s held so many jobs, but he can name them all.

He and Daisy were high school sweethearts.

For a bit, he dated Storkules. He soon broke up with him though as Storkules was a bit too excitable. The huge bird took it a bit too literally.

WEBBY:

Other than her having a crush on Lena and her not realizing it, I can't really think of any for her.

LOUIE:

He’s a kleptomaniac. With Donald’s constant moving, it wasn't a hard habit. Donald has actually had to move a few times because of Louie’s stealing.

He felt really close with his uncle until he realized that Uncle Donald was much better at adventuring at his age. It just made him feel a little bit worse.

The hoodie isn’t just big. (He’s a bit chubby.)

Not going to become a huge a-hole when he grows up, and I will stand by this

The best at math between all the triplets; can also tell you if any piece of currency is real or not.

I absolutely agree with everyone that Louie gets squeamish around blood to the point of near fainting.

Gay. 100% gay and proud of it.

Music nerd

Is a protector of Huey and Dewey

DEWEY:

ADHD boi

Aromantic, Pansexual

He tried to OK Boomer Beakly, and let’s just say he didn’t get away with it. He then tried it on Scrooge and almost got locked out of the house.

Jealous of Louie for being able to OK Boomer anyone in the mansion and get away with it.

Louie definitely lied to him that his middle name was Dingus (possibly when they were really young,) and Huey likely went along with it.

Has gotten beaten up for his name puns more than once

HE WILL GO THROUGH AN EMO PHASE, AND IT WILL BE HILARIOUS (I know Donald’s was a grunge phase, but E M O D E W E Y)

Is a protector of Huey and Louie

HUEY:

Autistic boi (Special Interest is JWG)

I’m not sure if he has one copy of the JWG that somehow stay together or multiple that he keeps for adventures when the old one gets torn up.

Not going to live alone for 4 years, I won’t allow it

Panromantic, Ace. Oh yeah, he had a crush on Gizmoduck (which his brothers definitely teased him about because it was on live TV.)

Would never OK Boomer any of his elders. Except Glomgold, everyone OK Boomers Glomgold.

One of the hardest triplets to cry

Best triplet at ELA and Lang. Arts

Almost Rabid when fully fucking pissed off

Is a protector of Dewey and Louie

DELLA:

Would actually be a very good mom if it weren’t for her 10 years on the moon.

Yeah, my headcanons for the cousins is based around the fact they were separated for an decade and how that effected them

Might do a longer one for her later

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randomvarious · 3 years

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Dwarves - “Lick it?” Destination Bomp! Song released in 1988. Compilation released in 1995. Garage Punk / Punk Rock / Trash Rock / Psychobilly

From critic Matt Carlson:

Short of G.G. Allin, it would be hard to name a punk rock band that went further to establish a bad reputation than the Dwarves. Playing deliberately crude, high-speed punk rock dripping with bad attitude, the Dwarves -- led by vocalist Blag Dahlia and guitarist He Who Cannot Be Named -- matched their music with lyrics that celebrated all sorts of bad behavior, and their album covers almost invariably featured full-frontal nudity. Add in the band's live shows, which often lasted less than 20 minutes and occasionally included a physical assault on the audience, and you have a recipe for infamy, which the Dwarves rode to a lasting cult following via incendiary albums like Blood Guts & Pussy (1990), Thank Heaven for Little Girls (1991), and The Dwarves Must Die (2004).

You know that phrase “live fast, die young”? It’s sort of like a life code for a lot of musicians, especially punk rockers; people who want to make their indelible, outrageous mark and then disappear forever; people who live in the now and only the now. Well, the Dwarves are a band that have more than fulfilled the first half of that phrase, but they just absolutely refuse to die. They’re geezers now, but they’re still kicking around out there. And you’d think for a band who plays as insanely as they do that they’d flame out almost as soon as they’d formed, but this San Francisco group has managed to completely defy the odds...so far.

The Dwarves actually started out in Chicago though, as a group of punky psychedelic garage rock revivalists who called themselves The Suburban Nightmare. But when they migrated to San Francisco, they decided to add a lot more shock and chaos to both their sound and stage show. You could hear it all starting to come together in 1986 for their first album as the Dwarves, Horror Stories, which was punkier than their Suburban Nightmare album, but still had the psychedelic garage rock sound, too.

The same year that Horror Stories was released, drummer Sigh Moan wrote one of the band’s most notorious tunes, “Lick It?” But it wouldn’t be until 1988 that the song would appear as the a-side for the band’s first single. Then in 1990, the Dwarves were signed to Seattle grunge label Sub Pop, for whom they shed their psych-garage stylings and decided to go straight-ahead shock-punk. It was a weird pairing to have this brash set of punk rockers on a flannel-clad grunge label, and in pure Dwarves fashion, they were kicked off the label for making a fake press release that stated that their guitarist, HeWhoCannotBeNamed, was fatally stabbed in Philadelphia.

But let’s get back to “Lick It?” then, which is a brilliant tune that catches the Dwarves between their psychedelic-garage phase and their solely punk phase. While the band’s earliest work was mainly psych/garage rock revival first and punk second, “Lick It?” appears to be the inverse. And it’s more than just that. There’s a pure, greasy trashiness to it, too, as well as a countrified twanginess. It’s The Cramps meets The Stooges meets The Trashmen. It’s a piece of southern-set B-movie horror whose fast-clanging country chords drone chaotically as they drag you down to hell; it’s that part of the movie where you’re careening down an empty, unlit farm road trying to escape from a reanimated skeleton who has evil intentions, only to look over and find that that skeleton is suddenly riding shotgun with you. “Lick It?” is punk, it’s garage revival, it’s trash revival, and it’s psychobilly. It’s an eighty-plus-second whirlwind of beautiful sleaziness, ambiguously telling you to “lick it,” much like how Frankie Goes to Hollywood was controversially telling you to “suck it” some years prior. What those two bands were telling you to lick and suck though, isn’t made apparent, but you can use your imagination.

For what it’s worth, HeWhoCannotBeNamed is notorious for playing in the buff during performances while donning a luchador mask, so maybe the song’s about his exposed dingus, and when he plays the song live, that thing just freely bobs up and down as he menacingly jitters on his guitar. Doesn’t that sound like fun?

One of the Dwarves’ best tunes. Some company ran an ad with this song trying to advertise stamps once.

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godblooded · 3 years

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@fracturcdsouls (x)

“ oh , fuck you. “ the smile melts wider across trish ‘ s face. she ‘ s still half - a - hellcat , cowl off and hair a short , messy shock of tousled ash blonde and smudged eyeblack. how different it must be for jess to look at her like this , just like herself half in makeup when they were young in a dressing room , and see that now she ‘ s … happy ? maybe. trish doesn ‘ t know if she ‘ s happy. she wants to be. maybe the difference between them is she knows without her jess will let everything jade her to shit and then she ‘ ll go hermit and die alone of extreme alcohol poisoning or psoriasis. without jess , she ‘ ll drop right into a falseness that is nearly unbearable to look at and then wither back into addiction , be it relapsing back into her eating disorder or pills , pills , pills , and then die eventually ( finally , mother will say ) both beautiful and relatively young. an age that would preserve her forever in the minds of everyone and leave her that tragically talented woman who never met her potential — another Marilyn Monroe. that never feels comfortable. she ‘ s grateful they don ‘ t have to be without each other — not right now , anyway. she props her sharp chin into the heel of her hand and smiles a toothy , fanged smile. “ no. no. that is your shirt. — there is a lot of your 90 ‘ s grunge phase happening on that flannel , jess. it ‘ s awful. and you should take it off because it ‘ s fashionably offensive. “ gesturing like a true New Yorker with that perfect manicure. “ — here. — let me help ? “ the question is innocent. not the trish definition of the old days , the one where ‘ innocent ‘ was sweet but heavily , heavily suggestive. this version means she ‘ s asking it innocently — but mostly , if she ‘ s being honest , because her hands are cold and she wants to shove them under jess ‘ s awful flannel.

#fracturcdsouls #opposite. jessica jones. fracturcdsouls.#v: trish walker: when all your heroes get tired I’ll be something better yet. (Main)#[me: but what if i considered making trish’s main verse her and jess BUT WHAT IF I DID THAT #I’M CONSIDERING IT ASH I AM I AM AND I MEAN BRO OUR TRISHICA IS CHEF’S KISS #I’M THINKING ABOUT IT HARD AS HELL i just love them a lot and their developmentis so significant here #IT’S SO DISTINCT HERE.]

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doctorgerth · 4 years

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Matchup for @laceymorganwrites

Name: Lacey

Interests: Cosplay, listening to Music (especially rock Music and punk/Pop punk, emo stuff too), hanging out with and annoying my 4 cats, writing (been getting into writing Poetry and more lyrics lately) and I love baking (I´m a stress baker)

Appearance: I´m 5´5, so Pretty Tiny. I have a flat chest which I used to be insecure About but now I love it because it´s easier to do everything. I have dark blue eyes and dyed hair which is a washed out Purple Right now and it´s getting way too Long. I want to have an undercut again when I´m able to go to a hairdresser again and I want to dye my hair a nice orange Color next. Fashion wise I would describe my stlye as grunge with a few punk Elements (I am in love with cool jackets and checkered pants). I Always put on way too much jewelry and like to Experiment with my Outfits, Makeup and hair as a way to express myself

Personality: I´m shy when Meeting new People and get uncomfortable in big crowds of People I don´t know (doesn´t apply to any Events like concerts, only happens in friend Groups when there are many People I don´t know). I have social anxiety and talk way too much whenever I get anxious. I´ve become Pretty good at dealing with it though, there are only very Little phases where it gets worse now. I´m also better at Talking to People now even though I try my best not to talk too much which results in me not Talking at all. I have been told many times that I´m arrogant because of that. I have a very weird Humor and laugh at the most random Things, but I laugh a lot which I like. I´m lazy but I have my own Kind of time Management to get everything done. I´m a hopeless romantic and very clingy which is problematic to some in a relationship. Oh and I´m also very bad at expressing my Feelings, I have Trouble showing my happiness/excitement etc. Once I warm up to someone I get really weird and hyper too. I´d like a romantic match-up please, my star sign is a Leo, I never took the personality test, I hope that´s okay and I don´t care About the gender of my match

Thanks so much for requesting, Lacey!! I really hope you enjoy your matches. 🤩💘

Your match is...

Bartolomeo (Libra)

You and Barto make a good pair because of your shared aesthetics and interests. He is very much into the same music and you two have lots of fun attending all kinds of concerts together! He’s mildly allergic to cats so he won’t play with them much, but he’s always amused at seeing you annoy them. Plus, your cats really love him for some reason so it’s even more amusing to watch him struggle to fend them off. Barto also loves sweets, especially yours, and he is more than willing to help you in the kitchen when you need him. He learned the hard way to stay out when you’re stress baking though...Barto also finds your style appealing and inspiring. Much like him, you’re confident in who you are and you love to express yourself in some of the most unique ways and he always supports you in all of your fashion experiments.

Furthermore, you two also make a good couple based off of your differing personalities! You are more reserved in nature, especially when meeting new people. On the flip side of that, it’s nearly impossible to fluster Barto (unless you or Luffy are around) so he hardly ever meets a stranger. He’s very outspoken and can be a bit vulgar which astonishes you, but his encouragements help to bring you out of your shell! There’s no need to feel embarrassed when he’s by your side. Plus, he’s more than guilty of loving to show you off and brag about how amazing you are in every way, so he tends to throw you into all kinds of social situations just to do so. If he notices that it really bothers you, then he’ll know to back off. He's guilty of finding your anxious rambling adorable and so he usually just tries to match your pace to make you feel less awkward, rambling crazily right beside you. When you’re in your silent moods, he’ll try to incorporate environments and people you are more familiar with to help you feel comfortable. Barto never just throws you out to the sharks, but, you can’t possibly expect him to keep precious you all to himself! Much like his adoration for Luffy, he’s never shy in expressing his adoration for you.

You two share a very strange humor which makes your relationship so fulfilling. You two can laugh at the same things and find the same kind of enjoyment in life. He will do whatever it takes to keep you smiling and laughing because he is utterly in love with your joyous expressions. He understands otherwise you’re not very open with your emotions. This took him some time to get used to as Barto is consistently an open book, but as soon as he cracked that shell of yours and your true colors began to shine, you can say that’s when he knew you were the one for him! Whenever you seem to be struggling with your expressions, he’ll be patient with you. Which surprises everyone because he’s not usually a patient man, but you and your love have taught him how to be! Barto is surprisingly perceptive and can read on even the most subtle hints from you to understand what you’re feeling. He doesn’t mind if you struggle to express yourself, he just always has to know that you’re okay so please be vocal about your problems with him if any arise. Other than this, he will be utterly silly to help you let loose a little! He is head over heels for your clinginess, it makes him feel so loved and special, so don’t ever worry about it being too much. Barto has lots of love for you and can be equally clingy. He also finds your hyper moods totally charming because he’s a silly man with a hyper attitude to match! You two are different in so many ways, but you both embrace these differences as they help you two grow as people and improve your relationship. You also have lots of similarities that help make the relationship feel comfortable and homey. You never have to be anyone else around each other!

Other potential suitors:

Usopp (Aries) - Usopp is very gentle and patient with your social anxiety. He doesn’t have much problem with meeting new people (unless they’re scary) so he has the confidence to help you get through it and become more comfortable. In general, Usopp is very loving and gentle towards you, despite your punk/bad ass aesthetic. He enjoys your clinginess and random bursts of energy once you finally got comfortable around him, because he can be equally clingy and hyper! He understands how tough it is to break down your walls to people, so he was very patient in winning you over. Usopp is a total goofball with his exaggerated adventures that he’s really helped you in learning how to express yourself more clearly, especially when you are happy and excited! Usopp helps to bring all the best sides of you out and helps you embrace them.

Nojiko (Leo) - You two share a lot of similarities as you both are Leos, but there’s some unique differences that helps to keep your romance exciting. She’s not very clingy, but she doesn’t mind how much you can be. In fact, once learning how clingy and dependent you can be it made her very protective of you. She finds your aesthetic very interesting and finds herself wanting to experiment much like you. She also likes to join you when it comes to baking. She can be pretty introverted herself when around new people, but she has enough to drive to get over it and ease you through your social anxiety. She likes that you make her laugh. Even when you struggle to express yourself, you find ways to make her smile and giggle and that’s something she truly treasures in your relationship.

Katakuri (Sagittarius) - You two also share a very similar aesthetic that makes you look so cute together. Like you, Katakuri struggles in expressing himself, but when you two are around each other, you seem to become more open? It was a bit awkward at first, as genuine expressions were a new concept to the two of you, but once you realized how happy you make each other, it was nearly impossible to keep all that happiness in! You two make each other laugh and smile, even during the most inopportune times, and you embrace the joyous emotions you share with each other. He was very thrown off by your clinginess and random bursts of energy once you finally opened up to him, just because he’s not used to that kind of affection, but he’s grown to love it all. He gets a bit concerned when you’re not attached to his hip throughout the day!

#doctorgerth #one piece #one piece matchup #op matchup #matchup #1000 follower event #matchup event #follower event #laceymorganwrites

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undertheinfluencerd · 3 years

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https://ift.tt/3ndBEFq #

A hilarious Tik Tok imagines what might have happened if Rhodey (Don Cheadle) and Nebula (Karen Gillan) went to Vormir during Avengers: Endgame. The epic finale film to the first three phases of the MCU featured a time heist storyline where the Avengers went back in time to get the Infinity Stones. While the plan went smoothly for most of the Avengers, Clint Barton (Jeremy Renner) and Black Widow/Natasha Romanoff (Scarlett Johansson) found themselves faced with a life-altering decision on Vormir in order to retrieve the Soul stone. The end result was Black Widow sacrificing herself. Black Widow’s death in Avengers: Endgame is still a source of controversy among fans two years after the film premiered in theaters.

It would’ve been unreasonable to expect that all of the Avengers would escape Avengers: Endgame unscathed. However, to some fans, Black Widow’s death felt like an insult to her character. Not only did Natasha and Clint have no idea that they’d have to make such a huge decision on the mission, but Natasha didn’t even get her own MCU solo film until after her unexpected and tragic death. Clint was even forced to leave Black Widow’s body behind on Vormir in the film. While her decision was absolutely a noble one, another critique of her death was the fact that she didn’t even get a funeral afterwards, like Tony Stark (Robert Downey Jr.) did after his sacrifice.

Related: One Endgame Moment Made Black Widow’s Death More Tragic

Tik Tok creator Nicque Marina is well known for her hilarious MCU themed skits. In one of her most recent videos, Marina imagines how Vormir would’ve gone if Rhodey and Nebula went instead, even throwing in an additional few hilarious Marvel cameos. Check out the whole video below:

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Besides the obvious comical aspect of Marina’s MCU skit, what’s great about it is that Nebula turns the tables on the Red Skull. It’s completely in character for Nebula and also adds a sense of agency to the scene, and definitely would’ve made for a great episode of Marvel’s What If…? What was frustrating about the actual Clint/Natasha Vormir moment was that they really had no choice in the matter, and it almost felt like a cheap repeat of Gamora’s tragic death in Avengers: Infinity War.

Of course it was very in character for Natasha to fight Clint over who would ultimately sacrifice themselves for the greater good. However, it also would’ve been absolutely fantastic to see Natasha in the final battle against Thanos. After all, Natasha has been an MCU mainstay since Iron Man 2, and it didn’t feel fair that she didn’t get a chance to fight in the final battle for Earth. However, it was great that Natasha still did get an interesting story with Black Widow.

Avengers: Endgame was without a doubt an epic conclusion to the first three phases of the MCU. While the MCU keeps moving forward, it’s definitely fun to imagine different outcomes for different Marvel characters on Vormir and elsewhere. Although Natasha’s story is done, it’ll be interesting to see where Nebula’s path leads her in the future.

Next: Black Widow’s Alternate Ending Is Better Setup For Her Endgame Death

Source: Nicque Marina

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starlessed · 6 years

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um hehe 35, 45, 48, 59, 63, 65, 94, 97, & 110 (sorry I put so many kjshksh)

35. say three facts about your personality?•i'm not that funny besides high sarcasm•i'm very shy in real life but overshare too much online•i put so much effort into friendships and have never received it back45. is your life anything like it was two years ago?that was sophomore year and honestly that entire year is a blur in my mind i have no idea why i just don't remember it well and i usually have a great memory. it was probably as boring as it is now.48. say ten facts about your room?•colors my walls have been - light pink and light purple, maroon, now white•i also have light purple carpet from my princess phase when i had the pink and purple walls•it's really small•i still have all the 2014 grunge tumblr aesthetic things - christmas lights, record player, polaroids•the wall next to my bed is a bunch of polaroids of harry styles•most of my decorations are either space themed or city themed•my closet doors broke when i was little so i don't have those•i have a shelf with 30 candles on it i'm obsessed with candles•i have curtains that are supposed to block the sun more than usual because i have sensitive eyes but they don-/ work•my bed is a full and my side is the left and my cat's is the right pillow59. five weird things you like?•cinnamon on oranges•blankets that are cold•pineapple on pizza•horrible weather in any form•spending all day watching live feeds(this question took my a while to think of things so the answers aren't anything special)63. a quote you try to live by?i don't really know the exact quote but one time i was in the woods and this pastor was there and he said something like "when life gets hard tell yourself you can get through to tonights nights sleep every day"65. what is your favorite thing to do?probably taking naps94. say six facts about your hometown?•cornfields•apprently my school district is supposed to be good? that's why we moved here•considered a chicago suburb but that's a reach•nick offerman from parks and rec grew up here•other towns say we're cursed because every year someone dies right before graduation•there's a mcdonalds in my neighborhood97. what would your dream house be like?dream apartment* but in new york city, high up with a great view, super modern designed and all black and white and gray colored, balcony110. say five facts about your best friends?(i'm gonna do this about my cats because my friends all suck lol)•star has to eat on the kitchen table or she won't eat•nova doesn't know how to meow normally•star is named after starfire from teen titans•nova is named that because she looks like a mini star•they both like wearing sweaters

#ask

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myaekingheart · 5 years

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just some random late night (ish) thoughts below the cut on personal style and being another year older, don’t mind me.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about my personal style, and by extension my identity, and especially my age considering yesterday (May 13th) was my birthday. I’m now 22 and I feel kind of weird about it. I feel like I’ve kind of passed over this threshold and that I’m not in this one particular realm anymore. To be totally blunt about it, I feel kind of old. I don’t know, it’s weird like logically I know that 22 is still super young but in my fucked up head, it feels like I’m no longer this kid anymore. I’m not in the same category as, like, 18-21 year olds anymore. Maybe it’s just part of that cycle, like how when you’re in sixth grade you’re a big fish in a little pond and at the top of the food chain, then you enter middle school and you’re the fresh meat again, and the same for your freshman year of high school and later, I guess, college. There’s absolutely no reason whatsoever for me to feel this way and yet I do. Maybe it’s because I’m a sentimental whore, I don’t know. Over the past few year months, I have been noticing kind of a significant shift in myself, my style and my identity and whatnot. I’m emo as fuck, like old school 2008 emo, and I always had a penchant for being dark and spooky like it’d be really satisfying to make people uncomfortable just by the way I looked and to walk down a hallway with a death glare and want people to squirm, and I do still really like that but at the same time there’s also been something else creeping up. Something a lot more cheery and innocent, I don’t know. A bit of a taste for kawaii/lolita shit. All that pink frilly cutesy crap. Ideally, I have this perfect conglomerate of style in my head that’s this balanced mix of everything-- a little goth, a little emo, a little grunge, a little scene, a little kawaii/lolita, whatever-- but I also feel kind of conflicted. Is that too much to try and fit on one plate? Is this just a recipe for a trainwreck? I don’t fucking know. And then there’s the idea of confidence. Clearly this stuff isn’t really in style anymore, at least regarding the emo/scene shit. Nobody has that thick side fringe with the choppy teased layers anymore. I mean, obviously that’s not going to stop me from continuing to do it because I feel like this hairstyle is the most flattering on me and it makes me feel happy and confident. But that, coupled with everything else, poses a bit of an issue. This isn’t very widely socially accepted (nor has it ever really been, but especially now) and so it kind of requires a lot of confidence to pull off. I never had that confidence as a kid, when this was actually on trend, and that’s a big part of why I never had a middle school scene phase. That and the fact that I didn’t even really know myself thanks to peer pressure and feeling blank and boring and dizzy about myself. I’ve come SUCH a long way since then, though. I still am socially awkward as fuck but at least I can get done what I need to without any hesitation (like public transportation, being out and about in town on my own, confronting professors, etc.) The only thing that scares me now is that...I’m getting older. I can’t help but feel like there’s this invisible limit on being a certain way, or presenting yourself a certain way, after a certain age. I rejoice when I find another scene kid on instagram who is as old as if not older than myself because it feels like permission to continue doing this, as if I need it. And it sucks that I feel like I do. If I’m happy this way, if I’m actually finally experimenting with alternative styles and it makes me almost giddy with excitement, then why do I feel the need to put a cap on my happiness and restrain myself? All because of a fear of getting too old to be an emo/scene kid? That emo dad meme always pops into my head. I guess I just get so scared of one day reaching an age where I can’t pull this off anymore, where it’s either no longer socially tolerable or I can no longer pull it off or whatever. It’s kind of stressing me out, to be honest. I don’t want to stop. I don’t want to outgrow this. I want to say like this for as long as I damn well please. If I reach an age where I decide I don’t want to be like this anymore, then that’s all well and good (though I don’t think I will, honestly-- I always like to laugh and say everyone had a scene phase but I’m the complete opposite and had a normal phase. I mean, I was shaking my ass to KISS and Joan Jett when I was four, and I desperately wanted to wear cargo pants and converse and tank tops with ties like Avril Lavigne because she was my fucking idol. AT FOUR) but I’m so damn happy and confident like this. Yeah, sometimes I feel a little anxious/embarrassed but that’s just because a part of me is still nervous about the reception rather than whether I myself am happy like this. And I am happy like this. I want to be that gorgeous alternative queen who has a septum ring and tattoos and wears fishnets and creepers and black lipstick but also frilly dresses and hair bows and teases their hair and shit. It’s like this ideal mix of my dark, angsty, badass bitch side that I’ve taken so long to cultivate but also this cutesy childhood nostalgia essence that I’m trying so hard to cling to because I miss those days and a part of me just desperately wants to be a kid again. That sounds so psychologically fucked up, but I mean...let’s be honest here, so much of what I do in terms of style hinges on nostalgia by now (sometimes I have so much regret for not fully pursuing that emo/scene phase ten years ago that it physically hurts inside my chest, and no matter what I do now I know it will never truly be the same ever again because it’s a long since past time and even if the emo/scene of 2009 does have a serious revival, it’s never going to be quite the same as the way it was back then and that hurts). I don’’t know, I guess a lot of this is just mindless rambling but it’s been on my mind a lot lately (for a few weeks if not months, really) and especially with my birthday now it’s just kind of escalated. And kind of side note but my boyfriend’s dead ex kind of plays into this a little bit, as well. I know I said I was over it, and I am, but that doesn’t mean there are parts of her existence that don’t still affect me. There was a time, back in high school, when I went alternative for all the wrong reasons. I started teasing my hair and wearing heavy black eye shadow and overusing the term “hang you from a telephone pole by your intestines” not because it made me happy so much as because I was depressed and desperate. Ex girlfriend was a scene queen and I was jealous. There was just something about her that riled up so much inside of me, more than just the “You have what I want” bullshit. Yes, part of this was because I desperately wanted to be with her boyfriend but more than that, I think I was jealous because she was everything I wanted to be. I think she kind of brought back this sort of desire from my childhood to be a certain way, and stirred up a lot of regret for never going through with it. For a long stretch of time, I was virtually nothing in terms of style and personality. I was just this blank, boring slate. There was nothing memorable or unique about me. I was a wallflower. I faded into the crowd. I didn’t make a mark on anyone or anything. But then I saw her and I instantly hated her because she wasn’t like that at all. She was like who I could’ve been if I had said fuck it and did whatever the hell I wanted without worrying about what other people would think or being popular or following the crowd/a friend who lost touch with what was really important. So I went full-on emo/scene out of spite not just for her but for myself. It was an act of self hatred. In those days, I felt simultaneously the most and least like myself that I ever had. I was dark and angsty and I fucking loved it, but at the same time it did come from a place of such seething self hatred and I knew that and so despite feeling satisfied with what I was doing to myself and the way people were beginning to finally take me seriously (kind of), I also felt like every time I looked in the mirror, I saw her. I associated everything about this style with her and it made me disgusted and delighted at the same time. It was like I was trying to erase everything that I was to become her but better, that was my ultimate end goal, and yet there was this complicated sense of satisfaction in erasing myself and yet also feeling like this was myself. It was so weird, and it’s so damn hard to put into words. All I know is that I hated myself and was doing this really out of such desperate self hatred. I think feeling like I belonged this way because this style made me happy made hate myself even more, because I couldn’t separate the “her” out of it. As if the hair and the makeup and the music were all trademarked by her and by pursuing it myself, I was committing some sort of copyright infringement and therefore was a disgusting criminal. I feel like none of this is making any sense, and it’s so damn hard to put it into words, but I continue on anyways. It too me so damn long to get out of this funk, to reclaim what I had found made me happy. I don’t think it helped that for so long, I felt like I had lost myself anyways compared to who I was as a kid, and I guess in a way finding comfort in this style in the way that I did felt like coming home to a place that didn’t belong to me anymore. I had no right to be there. I struggled for fucking years to break that past all that, though. It was so damn hard to come to terms with the fact that she does not own any of this, and that I am allowed to take pride in presenting myself the way I do and being happy about it and owning it rather than feeling like I am copying someone else and doing this out of self hatred. I think it was only a year or so ago that I kind of broke past that wall, and another six months later to really clean up the debris and accept what was happening. If I’m being honest, this all still feels so new to me. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this “fuck-given-less” in my entire life, this carefree about what people think about the way I look/dress and all that good shit. But it’s taken me so long to get here, and now I just feel like there’s this ticking time bomb or this cloud of anxiety over my head. I have this irrational fear about death that makes no damn sense but I feel like my necrophobia has only gotten more and more intense over the past few months leading up to my birthday, and now I feel like I’m kind of in this haze or this twilight zone and that I’m running out of time. I was too late to find the confidence to “be myself” basically, and now I feel like my time to take advantage of it is already running so short. And the girlfriend comes back into this a bit, as well. I don’t like the feeling of all of this. I’m 22 now. I am the same age that she was when she died. There’s this strange sense of competition, almost as if I’m outrunning her in a sense. I keep thinking about how I’m the same age that she was when she passed away, and it’s this unnerving feeling of unity almost. I feel like Alice at the end of the movie when she’s running in slow motion through that smoke tunnel to get to the door, and she sees herself asleep under the tree through the keyhole, and she’s begging herself to wake up. I feel like that doesn’t make any sense, either. I don’t know, I guess basically I’m just still trying to find my comfort in all of this. Maybe a part of me still associates her with this style, and in doing so it almost feels like I’m setting myself up for failure. Like I’m writing my own history to follow in her footsteps. It’s already creepy enough to me that she died of a digestive disease, and I have a chronic digestive disorder (that I was already terrified enough of because a digestive disease is what also took my grandfather when I was sixteen, and I was there for the last few hours of his life all the way up until his body was carted away to the funeral home. I had nightmares for six months afterward, and that probably also really contributed to that self hatred spiral because things overlapped and I was just in a really bad fucking place, to be totally honest). I just almost have this feeling like I’m replaying history, though, and that the same fate that took her will befall me also. It’s so damn irrational but it’s there, looming over my head always. And if it doesn’t, then that means I’ve “outran” her in a sense. That if I do, in fact, make it to my 23rd birthday, then I’ll have lived longer than she did and therefore will have “won,” in a way. I don’t know, I’ve always felt competitive about her. Nothing like trying to beat a dead girl in a pointless game, right? None of this makes any damn sense, and I feel so fucking ridiculous, but I know I need to at least own what’s going on in my head and let it all out lest it build up like a tumor and kill me. I’ve gotta pop that pimple and let all the pus run out. That was disgusting, I’m so sorry. Not that there’s anyone to apologize to. I don’t know, there’s just been a lot going on in my head, and in my life really. My parents are moving in a week after a super abrupt decision to put their house up for sale that they only just announced, like, a month ago so my head is still really spinning from that. There’s also just college, and worries about my father’s dangerous job, and an online sexual harassment thing that’s taken months for me to kind of manage inside myself. I sound so goddamn problematic, honestly, jesus fuck. But whatever. I just needed to get all of this out, honestly. There’s just been so much damn shit going on in my head. At least the screamo helps cleanse the soul and mirrors what it feels like inside my body both mentally and physically bahahahaha

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teased | edward nygma x reader

“was it even regret, anymore?”

reader gender: female

words: 4362

warnings: trauma, substance abuse, paranoia, PTSD, minor violence, minor blood, Edward is still Mean and Green

notes: hey there again, everyone. once more - for your ease of reading, i’ve split this chapter into another two parts… because it was almost at 10,000 words. :////’ sorry i suck so much. but i’m nearing the end… i think. expect another part within the next week or so.

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FIVE | PART SIX also available on: AO3

For [Y/N], personally, the following weeks were filled with inactivity. She continued on her previous schedule as she’d been doing since her friend was killed, only making sure to at least sometimes talk with the people outside of her apartment. There were some good films that she saw in theatre, though she spent the whole time snogging her girlfriend, and had only assumed that the movies were “good”. There were some sports games she cheered on, some museums she visited, some books she rented - but nothing felt normal. The manic woman was beginning to realize that she’d likely never feel that way again.

More beers, more wine, more snakes at her spine, and the crucifix ever-taunting her from across the street.

For Gotham, however, the weeks were bigger than they’d been in recent history. They saw the escape of the Arkham monsters (Nygma not included, thank the Lord), they saw the rise of Fish Mooney’s escapees (undead or otherwise), and, most importantly, the catapulting of Oswald Cobblepot to the mayoral throne.

[Y/N] had long since chosen to remain oblivious to the goings-on in her hometown, having spent an exorbitant amount of time with the news droning on in her empty headspace - politics, theft, murder, mass homicide, life-threatening magicians and several attempts at axing Jim Gordon and Bruce Wayne. Then there was Theo Galavan - even for a criminal, she didn’t like him. Had she not been too afraid to leave the house, she wouldn’t have voted for him. Not that it mattered, since no one else had been alive to challenge him.

Little did she know, her ignorance would be her downfall.

“Babe, you’ve got a letter!” Chryssie called from across the apartment, sauntering into sight with silky, pink pajamas floating around her form.

[Y/N] leaned backwards to peer over the cushy loveseat she sat on, her form having been curled up over a popular sci-fi novel. She dogeared the corner of the page and set the book down on the coffee table, her lips parting slightly in surprise. “Really? Who’s it from? Not many people have gotten the memo about my new address.”

The envelope was heavy - clearly a fancy type of cardstock. She glanced over the off-white surface, her eyes catching the tiny, decorative speckles that blended into the background like an impressionist painting. The return address read ‘City Hall’.

“Ugh, government letters,” [Y/N] growled, making her girlfriend turn towards her.

The larger woman tutted, then chuckled, reaching for a pot to boil pasta in. “You probably have jury duty. Aren’t you special, babe?”

Her groans of disdain intensified, but she sliced delicately into the package, pulling out the paper that rested inside. Cramped fingers unfolded the letter, and she cleared her throat dramatically,

“Dear valued citizen,

You have been invited to a celebration of Mayor Cobblepot’s victory in the recent elections. We have hand-selected a number of individuals based on their contributions to Gotham City. The mayor’s home welcomes you to join us this following Sunday, provided this message reaches you safely. It would be an honor to have you.

No reply is needed, and plus-ones are accepted.

Warmly,

Oswald Cobblepot & Team”.

The pair couldn’t help but laugh at the card, practically bent in half with hysteria.

Chrysanthemum broke through her giggles first, “No offense, [Y/N], but what have you ever done to help this city?”

The seated woman spoke between wheezes, “Well, I was a member of the safety patrol in Junior High - clearly worthy of a Nobel Peace Prize.”

“You sure kept those hallways safe.”

“Hey! That was an important job! Think of all the collisions I stopped.”

“God forbid those clumsy preteens gently bump into each other.”

[Y/N] grew facetiously irate, “I prevented FATALITIES - I wore a BADGE! And a NEON VEST!”

Chrysanthemum paused for a moment before commenting, “Seriously, though, you probably got an invite for your work at the GCPD.”

Her partner rolled her eyes, tossing the letter onto the coffee table. “Oh yeah - my ‘work’ - delivering mochas.”

“Hey, now… We are only half as strong as our errand boys!” Chryssie exclaimed, stirring a spoon around in the pot of noodles that she’d nearly forgotten. “So what dress should I wear?”

The other woman sputtered, “W-What? I don’t want to go to this ‘party’! What if they make me wear a button? It probably wouldn’t even match my outfit. Not to mention…” She hesitated, grabbing the envelope again, pointing to the included address, “This guy isn’t celebrating in City Hall - he is partying in his house, which I’m positive is filled with breakables!”

“They need a safety patroller to stop guests from running into their precious valuables.”

“A neon vest really won’t match with anything I own…”

And so the couple decided to attend the celebration - well, one did, and the other begrudgingly followed.

The mayor’s mansion was indeed grand, and filled with fragile objects. [Y/N] kept her arms locked close to her body, and her body away from the walls - it would be just her luck to accidentally break something.

Both women wore black dresses (“In case either of us needs to don that sacred vest.”), their skirts coming to rest just above the knee, with the rest of the bodice fitted to their personal shapes and tastes. [Y/N]’s outfit, while beautiful, was slightly more conservative than her partner’s. She wondered, anxiously, if it made her appear insecure.

Of course, nobody would think anything of it, but her paranoia was potent, personal, and positively irrational.

She kept a stiff arm locked into the larger woman’s, content to let herself be dragged around, as if Chryssie was the one invited in the first place. Bodies swam gracefully between each other, every person grinning like they were actually excited to be there - [Y/N] didn’t believe it.

After awhile of being at the party, she felt comfortable enough to unwind from her girlfriend and mingle with the unfamiliar faces.

Where were the people she knew? If other precinct employees weren’t there - why was the former secretary - who left without warning and refused to answer any and all calls about her absence - invited?

The neurosis settled in full-force this time, and her shaking hand found its way back to the crook of her lover’s right elbow. Between mingling, she whispered these misgivings frantically in Chrysanthemum’s ear, but only got scoffs in return.

Frustrated, she kept her further concerns bottled up, and neglected to speak to most of the people they were now passing by.

Eventually, the feedback of a microphone drew the party-goers’ attention to the front of the room. [Y/N]’s anxiety was somewhat soothed at the hush that fell over the crowd, her senses no longer being assaulted by unrelenting stimuli. A deep breath in, and back out - she was going to get through this.

A man limped up to the mic stand following an over-exuberant introduction from a colleague. He was rather short, for the typical grown male, and had the haircut of someone far too deep into their grunge phase. His grin was proud, bordering on arrogant, but she’d already seen him an innumerable amount of times. Hard to forget the face of a known criminal and gangster when he had shown up so frequently at her place of employment.

Oswald greeted his guests, offering a sincere welcome, “Thank you all for coming - it means the world to me that I have your support…”

[Y/N] tuned out his babbling, staring politely in his direction so as to feign alertness. Absentmindedly, she noted him talking about his mother, his campaign team, and those who voted for him. She swirled the champagne around in her glass, gaze now drawn to the bubbly drink as opposed to the new mayor. Yeah, yeah - when is the buffet open? I’m starving.

“… And most of all, I want to thank my chief of staff, Edward Nygma, for believing in me, especially when it felt like no one else would. Without his faith - none of this would have been possible.”

But she didn’t hear anything past the moment when the mayor mentioned his name. Suddenly petrified, [Y/N] bent to the floor, staying on her feet as she pretended to search for an earring. Chrysanthemum had already realized the issue, crouching next to her as well. Applause erupted around them, and the larger woman grasped her friend’s hand tightly, pulling her away from the noise, their escape hidden under the cover of the crowd.

[Y/N] broke into a near-run as soon as they were out of the room. Chryssie almost had to jog to keep up with her partner, not wanting to risk the two of them being separated. Especially when she knew what was coming.

With the other woman unaware, Chrysanthemum held her breath, waiting on the edge of her seat as they finally reached the exit.

“Isn’t it a little early to be fleeing the scene? We haven’t even served dinner yet.”

[Y/N] didn’t bother turning around, she immediately placed her hand on the doorknob, twisting it with purpose. And it moved - she wasn’t locked out at all, but her girlfriend’s hand on hers rooted her inside the building. Panicked, she cast an alarmed look at Chryssie, seriously debating whether or not she wanted to physically attack her partner, but the look in the other woman’s eyes stopped her from acting.

She could see the devil in her peripherals, but she’d already made up her mind that if she didn’t look directly at him, maybe he’d cease to exist. Instead, her gaze bore deeply into her friend’s, finding grief, finding guilt, finding fear where she thought she’d find malice. Immediate remorse flooded through her - there was no way Chrysanthemum was doing this on purpose. She was no traitor.

What the fuck did he do to her?

Swallowing thickly, [Y/N] questioned her lover, “Can you tell me what’s going on? Did he hurt you?”

Chryssie’s face screwed up - silent, tense tears leaking down her cheeks. She tugged the smaller woman closer, grasping now with both hands. Her voice was quieter than feathers fluttering to the floor, “He didn’t hurt me… He said he didn’t care about me.” The couple’s eyes locked together. “But that if I cooperated, he wouldn’t hurt you.”

[Y/N]’s stomach dropped, and her palms twitched with an ugly anticipation. “You shouldn’t have worried about me. You should’ve taken care of yourself. I would never live it down if something happened to you. Maybe we could’ve gotten away.”

“You know we wouldn’t get away. We wouldn’t make it outside of the city before he found us.”

“We could have tried, Chrysanthemum! We could have tried! He’s not omnipotent-”

“He might as well be - what if we-”

Edward Nygma interjected himself back into the conversation, now standing only inches away from the couple. He fiddled with his cufflinks, giving a calculating, close-lipped smile to the both of them before he spoke, “If you two are done bickering, I have some things to attend to.” His large hand pressed against Chryssie’s shoulder, easily creating distance between the lovers. She looked confused, afraid - he enjoyed it. Always a pleasure to present dilemma to the simple-minded.

[Y/N] made a grab for her friend’s hands again, but was cut off from her side - a criminally tall man instead taking her outstretched arms. She wouldn’t look at him. She couldn’t look at him. All she saw was the green of his suit tie, and even that seemed to dissolve under the weight of her renewed trauma and overall dissociation.

“Wait, wait - what the hell are you doing?” Chrysanthemum called, trailing after the murderer as he pulled her girlfriend into a separate room, “You said you wouldn’t hurt her. Are you a liar and a crook?”

For just a moment, she had his attention, and he turned to her with a flourish, hands still tugging the stumbling [Y/N] along. Edward’s smile was dazzling as he quipped, “Naturally.”

Chryssie was removed from the mayor’s grounds shortly afterward, not being given the chance to get a word in edgewise. She caught her best friend’s gaze before a closed door blocked her from sight. Never before had she seen someone more shell-shocked in her lifetime, and she never would again. After hours of waiting outside the mansion gates, she hailed a taxi, choosing to return home after the guards threatened to call the cops on her.

[Y/N] could only wish that she were being arrested. The hard, unforgiving seat of a police car would have been a welcome comfort against the capture of Nygma.

“I honestly hadn’t expected you to run away so quickly after that day. Smart of you, though - I was a little busy with some things anyways,” Ed started, releasing one of her wrists in favor of sending a short text message. He held up a finger for a moment, as if telling her to quell her thoughts until he was finished typing.

She didn’t have any thoughts. She didn’t have any senses. Everything seemed just a little too far away from where she was standing. All she saw, all she could concentrate on was red - and it was probably her own blood, as opposed to his, that was painted across her psyche.

Long fingers folded the phone closed, placing it in his left pocket with an uncanny amount of grace. He ran a thumb along the inside of [Y/N]’s arm, humming idly.

They came to a stalemate, neither bringing forth any conversation for the sake of letting the other suffer. Unfortunately, for the smaller of the two, Edward had all the power in the situation, and he intended to get what he wanted. He always got what he wanted.

She let out a yelp, trying to pull her wrist out of his grasp as a dull thumbnail started digging angry, red circles into her skin. Her failed attempt at release only served to make his scratching all the more painful, his nail dragging down the length of her forearm as she closed her free hand around his, grabbing his middle finger and yanking it backwards until it nearly touched his carpals.

Ed let her go, his finger on the brink of breaking, and took a surprised step backwards at her sudden display of violence. He looked her up and down - this was not the same woman he left in the precinct basement, crying over her dead friend and chained to some leaky pipes. She had vanished to a far corner of the closed room, soothing the angry marks on her arm like a feral cat, licking its wounds.

[Y/N]’s lips curled back over her teeth, and she snarled as she spoke to him, “You should have died in Arkham, you evil, conniving bastard.” Her breaths came in heavy pants, scraping past her teeth so sharply that the nerves behind her enamel started to ache. “You deserve to suffer for the rest of your life, and then you should be brought back from the dead so you can suffer all over again.”

Something dark - darker than usual - passed through his scrutinizing, brown eyes. She saw the tightness in his jaw, the flexing in his neck. For a second, her fear and rage-induced bravery wavered, but she swallowed, a flagrant attempt at steeling herself against Edward.

But he didn’t advance on her, allowing the frightened woman her space, if only to help push her guard down. He kept himself in check, positive that the end would justify the means.

“I’ll allow you that one. I’m sure that you aren’t happy to see me,” He deflected, settling the topic back on [Y/N], “So how are you? It’s been quite a long time since we last met.”

Her eyes narrowed, and she took another step backwards, hands reaching out behind her for any unseen obstacles. “I think you know how I’ve been, Nygma.”

Ed clicked his tongue at her indignance, flashing a smile that hardly reached his cold, dead eyes. “Now, how are we going to understand one another if you won’t communicate with me. We didn’t keep in touch - how would I know what’s been going on in your life?”

“Because you’re smart. You know you’re smart. I know you’re smart,” She snapped, “What good does it do to tell someone what they already know?”

Another smile - this time twice as unfeeling, as unforgiving. “Humor me.”

It didn’t sound like an invitation. Everything Edward said sounded like an ultimatum. She didn’t know what she’d be sacrificing if she refused to play his games. What were the rules? How did she participate if she didn’t know what the penalties and rewards were? Her head hurt.

“I’ve been terrible,” [Y/N] started, words clipped and enunciated, but she thought better of her decision to enlighten him, “I haven’t been sleeping well. There is a draft in my bedroom.”

She watched him nod, his face feigning grief, feigning sympathy. He’d gotten his hair cut since going to prison - the shaved sides and voluminous top made his cheekbones all-the-more severe, his features all-the-more sharp. Ed had seemingly shed his geeky exterior in favor of a more threatening, business-like persona. It was sensible, she supposed, being that he was the mayor’s chief of staff - but it was much easier to have courage against a mathlete than a mobster. The woman found herself missing the days when she got to be the bully. If she’d known how events would pan out, perhaps she would’ve been meaner to him.

Begrudgingly, she wondered if being nice would’ve helped at all. It was likely that any kindness shown towards him would’ve resulted in a different, more co-dependent type of fixation.

He’s a murderer, a terrorist, a liar, a cheat, a thief, a hypocrite, a traitor, an abuser - there is no need to feel sorry for him, not even in retrospect.

He hummed, drawing the attention of his verbal opponent. “How tragic,” Edward mocked, his feet beginning to creep in her direction, “Sleep is very important to the human body, Miss [L/N]. Perhaps you need better insulation in your home? I could get you some help with that.”

“I’m quite alright, thank you. My girlfriend and I simply wear a few more layers,” [Y/N] vibrated, leaning away from him, but not wanting to box herself in a corner again.

He stopped in his forward assault about two feet in front of her. “Ah - yes, your girlfriend. You know you’re lucky, right?”

She refused to feed into his taunting, angry with herself for even mentioning Chryssie. “Yes. Very lucky. She’s terrific.”

“Chrysanthemum - a lovely name for a lovely person,” Ed drawled, caring little whether or not this woman played into his words, “She looked at her most lovely when she was begging for your life.”

He’d barely gotten his taunt through before [Y/N] launched herself at him, catching the lanky man around the waist and toppling the both of them. She reacted far quicker than he did, taking his shock as an opportunity force her palm into the underside of his nose. The man beneath her let out a cry of pain, and god did she relish that sound. It was even better the second time, when she closed both of her fists and smashed them down across the middle of his face.

He was reeling from the affliction, but thought rapidly, using her lack of grip to throw the woman off of him. This was not going as he had planned. Edward had to regain control of the situation before she ruined his plot any further. The towering male clambered back to his feet, hand pressed against his visage to soothe the aching.

[Y/N] had found footing long before he had, and used the discrepancy to put distance between them once more. “Did that hurt, you fucking moron?“ She growled, spit flying from her lips, cheeks flushed a deep shade of maroon, “I’ve seen middle-schoolers with more guts than you.”

His eyes narrowed, and he let go of his nose in a fit of egotism that he couldn’t quite catch - not that he’d ever been good at that. He sniffed, reaching for his pocket handkerchief, “Impressive, Miss [L/N], I must say that I’ve been caught quite off guard. Are you legally prepared to deal with me when I press charges against you?” Nimble fingers folded the kerchief long-ways, and he dabbed lightly at the blood that dripped from his nostrils. “I imagine your wallet isn't very well-lined from selling coffee.”

She didn’t flinch at his threats. “Go ahead - sue me. Send me to prison. I dare you,” [Y/N] barked, her hands still balled into tight, angry fists, “The only place I can think of that would keep me safer from you is death.”

“Death is not a place - it is a state of being.” Ed was then quiet for a moment, his head already leaps and bounds ahead of the woman. She was brave, yes, but she was still an idiot. “You would like that, wouldn’t you?” He quipped, his rhetoric short as he started circling around to his opponent’s side.

She mirrored him, stalking in the opposite direction to avoid letting him get too close. Her palms were beginning to sweat. Maybe she’d managed to land a good punch, but she would never be able to match him in an intellectual battle. He underestimated her - she knew that - and it was probably the only advantage she had against him.

His long legs stopped in their assault, and he changed directions, heading towards the door that they’d only just entered through. With a twist of the knob, it was open, and he stepped to the side, gesturing for her to exit.

[Y/N] squinted at him. “What the hell are you doing?”

Edward didn’t hesitate to answer. “You’re free to go.”

Her mind shut down entirely, her fists uncurled, her face unscrewed. “I’m free to go?”

Momentarily, his indifferent expression darkened. “Don’t make me repeat myself - I didn’t stutter.”

“Just what are you playing at? What am I going to find if I go out there?” Contrary to his offer of escape, she moved further away from Ed, his sudden complacence painfully suspicious.

“I’m not playing at anything. You want to leave, and I’m offering you a chance to leave.”

“That’s a load of bullshit - we both know it. What reason do I have to trust you?”

He smiled, his face lacking warmth almost entirely. In fact, the man’s personality seemed encapsulated in sub-zero temperatures. “I’m not asking for your trust, Miss [L/N], it’s something I simply don’t require…” Brown eyes settled idly on their prey, an unfriendly sort-of mirth lacing their irises. “What I’m asking is for an unwelcome woman to leave the mayor’s home.”

She bristled, but didn’t bother to test his patience any longer. Though reluctant, her unsteady legs drew past the hateful, worthless man, and she heard him follow her out of the room.

He watched her as she stiffly made her way down the front steps, [Y/N]’s entire body alight with anxiety. She paused for a moment, taking a glance backwards at him, and Edward tilted his head in acknowledgement. “I’ll be seeing you, Miss.”

Her steps quickened after his goodbye, and she had to hold back tears until she was off the property.

Chrysanthemum didn’t let go of her for a second that night, and in the following couple of weeks, she watched her companion deteriorate faster than she had after Kristen’s death.

[Y/N] quit her job. She canceled her gym membership. She gave away and donated practically all of her belongings, no matter their worth, not matter their sentimentality. She stopped speaking with friends. She stopped speaking with neighbors. She stopped leaving the apartment. She stopped communicating with her girlfriend. She stopped smiling. It hardly seemed like she breathed anymore, and she definitely didn’t sleep.

When slumber took even a moment to grace her eyelids, all she saw was Edward Nygma. It was a nightmare that she could neither wake from, nor rest from.

The familiar shape of a beer bottle found its way back into her limp grip, her body conforming into the chair that she’d spent so many long days rotting in. Tired eyes found their way back to the Catholics wandering in and out of the cathedral. And the will to live lost its way back to her heart.

She was exhausted in her lethargy. All she did was think - of ways to escape, of ways to beat him, of ways to recover, of ways to get help. There was an outright guarantee that if she even attempted to contact the police, it could mean death for the woman she loved - [Y/N] didn’t have to ask Nygma to figure that out. He meant to see her again. No one could offer sanctuary from a man that seemed to have buried his grubby hands in every niche of Gotham City. So quickly he’d managed it, too.

A happy family walked out of the doors to the church, smiles on their faces and their heads in the clouds. Inwardly, she asked herself if even God himself could save her from Ed’s disgusting, bruising clutches.

She asked herself again.

Her tongue darted out to run across chapped lips, and she set the beer bottle on the side table, rising slowly from her seat. Bare feet brought her to meet the broad face of the packed, homey-looking bookshelf. Her fingers skimmed the bindings, looking for something particular. After several moments of searching, she felt it - a worn, faux-leather covering, a little handle sticking out for ease of transport. She pulled the book from its space in the collection, warming her palm over the canvas as she brought it back to her seat, opening the aged pages with care.

Her eyes did not comprehend anything they were reading, she was so wrapped up in her thoughts. This was her chance. Maybe she could get away with this - ’God-willing’.

What. The. Fuck? Ed. You’re a prick. And… You look like a string bean. >://’ Anyways - let me know if you enjoyed this part! I’ve been working real hard on this story! Once again - I am taking requests, and would probably cry if you left me some. Also - still interested in a beta reader to help me check for continuity and grammar, ect… Love y’all. - writersindigestion

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1/10/20 HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the 1964 Vee-Jay LP INTRODUCING THE BEATLES, Pat Benatar, Ray Bolger, Eddy Clearwater, Jemaine Clement, Shawn Colvin, the 1972 UK LP issue of CONCERT FOR BANGLADESH, Jim Croce, drum heroes Aynsley Dunbar and Max Roach, Donald Fagen, the 1947 Broadway launch of FINIAN’S RAINBOW, George Foreman, the 1928 Gershwin-Romberg-Wodehouse musical ROSALIE, Byron “Whild Child” Gipson, Teresa Graves, Bob Lang (The Mindbenders), Don Letts (Big Audio Dynamite), Ronnie Hawkins, Paul Henreid, sculptress Barbara Hepworth, Frank James, Brian Joo, Mary Ingalls, Jerry Lee Lewis’s 1958 UK single “Great Balls of Fire,” Linda Lovelace, Mendelssohn’s 1833 cantata "Die erste Walpurgisnacht,"Sal Mineo, St. Philomena, Fayette Pinkney (Three Degrees), Johnnie Ray, Lyle Ritz (Wrecking Crew), Brad Roberts (Crash Test Dummies), Hrithik Roshan, Samira Said, Michael Schenker, “Silly Symphony” comics, Frank Sinatra Jr., Sonic the Hedgehog, Nadja Salerni-Sonnenberg, Rod Stewart, Scott Thurston, composer-violinistGasparo Visconti, mega-producer Jerry Wexler, and Scott McKenzie, the singer-songwriter best known for his association with John Phillips and the 1967 Summer of Love anthem “San Francisco (Be Sure to Wear Flowers in Your Hair),” the sonic tract that called 1000s of young people to California.

Like many artists circa 1960, McKenzie morphed out of doo-wop and became a folkie, joining the New York folk scene that beget The Mamas & The Papas. Phillips initially invited McKenzie to join that group but he declined, later saying he didn’t want “the pressure.” He pursued a solo career that phased in and out, then joined a road version of The Mamas & The Papas in 1986. Concurrently, the Phillips-McKenzie team joined Mike Love and Terry Melcher to create the huge Beach Boys hit “Kokomo.”

The evergreen “San Francisco” remains McKenzie’s best-known work (he passed from Guillain-Barre syndrome in 2010). I periodically dabbled with the song, dirty demo-ing a grunge-y Iggy Pop-like update on it (oddly prescient to Iggy moving to my old Nob Hill neighborhood years later): https://johnnyjblairsingeratlarge.bandcamp.com/track/san-francisco-be-sure-to-wear-flowers-in-your-hair-demo-remastered-2020

HB and RIP Scott.

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carnation : what is your muse’s relationship with their gender ? how do they express or not express this relationship ? 🍑 : how meticulously does my muse look after their physical appearance? do they spend a lot of time on their hair, makeup, grooming, and clothing? is there a particular reason why they do or don’t?

carnation : what is your muse’s relationship with their gender ? how do they express or not express this relationship ?

I am pleased as punch to have gotten this question for Cassandra, as she has a pretty interesting relationship with her gender. Starting at middle school, she was sent to an all girl’s boarding school that specifically focused on old school gender norms, with classes on lady etiquette, sewing, cooking, etc. on top of the academic education. So from an early age, Cass despised femininity while she was forced to perform it on a daily basis. She very much had a “I’m not like those other girls, I’m a Cool Girl(tm)” mentality. As the years went on, however, she discovered that the other girls at her school had a huge variety of interests and relationship with their own gender, despite what they were being taught. This was a big eye opener to Cass that there was more than one way to be a woman and her womanhood didn’t have to be tied to traditional femininity.

Nowadays, Cass is a lot more comfortable with her gender. Leaving her boarding school and uniform behind, she was able to find her own style in college, one that leans more into punk and butch aesthetics. While she doesn’t identify as a butch (she doesn’t label herself within any of the lesbian subcultures), she finds herself comfortable in the presentation. She also thankfully grew out of her Cool Girl(tm) phase and doesn’t judge other women for whatever level of femininity they perform. While she still doesn’t like it for herself, she’s learned to let go of the resentment she had for it and accept other women for whoever they choose to be. As long as they’re actually making those choices for themselves.

🍑 : how meticulously does my muse look after their physical appearance? do they spend a lot of time on their hair, makeup, grooming, and clothing? is there a particular reason why they do or don’t?

When Cass was younger, she spent no energy tending to her appearance. She resented the ways that she felt like she was being forced to groom in order to fit into a Proper Feminine Mold. So, she let her hair be frizzy, wore her uniform sloppily, and didn’t wear any makeup.

Once she got to college and started exploring her personal style, she allowed herself to indulge in those things in a way she hadn’t before. She started messing with her hair, getting it cut in different styles and dyed different colors. She experimented with makeup, at first starting heavy and grunge before refining her tastes to something a little more subtle. She bought her own clothes, though was still likely to just throw them on in any haphazard way. Eventually, she found something that worked for her.

In the present, Cass cares for her appearance in a minimal amount. She no longer does nothing at all, but she’s never gone above and beyond to impress anybody either. On the days she’s working, she’ll put on a low maintenance, nude makeup look, tie her hair up into a bun, and wear her uniform well enough that she looks respectable. On her days off, she’s more likely to try something new, maybe try a different hairstyle or more out-there makeup routine. There’s still a laziness that comes from the days where she did nothing at all, and she isn’t too bothered that she doesn’t look perfect.

#Anonymous #headcanon #meme

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warmandpunchy-blog1 · 7 years

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