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thebuttonchronicles · 3 years

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Tenth wedding anniversary, Louis starts nursery school, Pippa has a baby, and the Queen turns 95. This should be a huge year for the Cambridges, particularly for Kate who has been not-so-stealthily transitioning into her Princess of Wales persona through a focus on Queen-like coats.

https://www.elle.com/culture/celebrities/a34891545/kate-middleton-coats-royal-train-tour-photos/

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-9041369/Kate-Middletons-93-000-coat-ure-Duchess-rainbow-designer-delights-adds-to.html

Ambitious projects of national importance.

https://www.npg.org.uk/hold-still/hold-still-gallery/

https://people.com/royals/kate-middletons-emotional-chat-with-nurse-who-took-iconic-photograph-for-the-royals-picture-project/

And a couple of overt passing-of-the-torch moments from HM.

https://www.harpersbazaar.com/celebrity/latest/a34907656/cambridges-pose-with-queen-and-prince-charles/

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The People magazine article on the upcoming year features the Cambridges’ Christmas card which was very casual and intimate. However, I feel that card is a bit misleading. The post-Balmoral Cambridges pivoted towards formality in their UK tour and they supersize their national and international profiles through the Earthshot and Hold Still projects. I think they will carry that to the next year and we will see a lot more coats and (hopefully!) some major royal bling in the next year as they grow into their POW roles. The kids are also getting a starring role now, not surprising given that they are older and Covid and Brexit make this a critical time for the monarchy and the country. It’s all hands on deck for the Windsors right now.

I don’t think that was the original plan, btw. I think the plan was to slowly transition Kate into a motherly supporting role through the Early Years project with Cam getting a more high-profile role. I bet Kate thought she’d spend 2020 cuddling kids in loose floral dresses. However, Covid, The Crown and Brexit put an end to that, and the Norfolk housewife skirts evolved into a 1940s homefront look, then into professional suits, and finally into Queen-like coats. Duchess Catherine in 2020 is one of the most fascinating fashion stories I’ve seen in decades. I’m impressed by how quickly and efficiently they shifted focus, and I’m hoping to write a post about it soon.

I’m also looking forward to seeing how they position Sophie (and maybe Louise!). Going by the visual so far, she will be a major player. I wonder if they will give her the motherly supporting role Kate was supposed to play. Hmmmm.

My predictions for 2021 are more coats, more British brands, and more soothing patriotic blue. Also lots of patriotic-lite events related to national landmarks or commemorations. I feel 2021 will be used to create a new post-Brexit UK brand and the Cambridges will be a big part of that effort. I bet they are trying to plan at least two tours for them. However, that’s going to depend on the vaccine rollout.

We should get some kind of meaningful accessory like the tiara-like headbands too, and I’m hoping for a piece of royal jewelry, hopefully something from the Queen Mum or Queen Alexandra (who I feel Kate feels affinity for). I’d love to see some Alexandra-like pearls. Maybe a return of the diamond-and-pearl necklace? I also feel like we’ll get a lot of McQueen, some of it recycled (maybe the green dress I love will finally make a triumphant return), and perhaps some Launer? I’m also wondering if the florals will be swapped for plaids and tweeds, as a nod to national unity and patriotism. We saw a lot of plaid during the UK tour.

https://www.harpersbazaar.com/celebrity/latest/a24122924/kate-middleton-diamond-pearl-necklace-queen-alexandra/

There will likely be a lot of “family” press, as they strive to put up a united front. The Cambridges and the Wessexes seem to be the forefront of that pr drive. They’ll have lots of opportunities to play happy families this year.

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-9077177/William-Kate-mingle-Edward-Sophies-family-group-nine.html

Anyhow, here are some fun Hello! magazine predictions. It’s going to be a great year for royal-watching. Enjoy!

https://www.hellomagazine.com/royalty/20210101103494/what-2021-has-in-store-for-royal-family/

#katemiddleton #duchesscatherine #2021predictions

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imkylotrash · 3 years

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Hello how are you doing? Can I have a no. 5 with Saul x reader angst/fluff, hurt no comfort. Reader wants to leave Saul btw😅

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“Saul, you are suffocating me! I can hardly go to the bathroom anymore without you following me.” You’re just so tired of arguing and Saul not trusting you. He said he forgave you but ever since he’s been suspicious of everything you do.

“Well, I’m sorry for being a little insecure. Why would I be that?” It’s a low blow and you both know it. You don’t even recognise the two of you right now screaming at each other. It’s like watching children fight.

“You said you forgave me. You said you would let it go,” you say trying to keep calm. You don’t want to argue with him. He has a point. You’re the reason he’s so insecure about your feelings now and all it’s done is push you further away.

“And you said yes to not seeing other people.” You’re not having this conversation again. You made a mistake and you begged for forgiveness but you can’t stay in a relationship where he keeps bringing it up every time you do something he doesn’t like.

“Either you let it go or I walk.” You’re the one in the wrong for betraying his trust in the first place but you did your time. He can’t keep adding to your sentence. He doesn’t say anything which is answer enough. You walk out the door not looking back.

Four years pass before you see him again. He looks good - he looks happy. It’s the tenth-year anniversary for your class and Alfea is throwing a get together to celebrate and have you come talk to students. You’re about to go say hi when a woman comes up behind him and hugs him. You thought it would hurt to see him with someone else but you don’t mind it. You’re just happy he’s happy.

“I’m glad you could make it. I thought you could do a little speech on your job?” Farah asks and you collect your thoughts as you turn to her.

“Of course. Any specific aspects?” You don’t see him again until that evening where he comes over to say hi during dinner.

“I didn’t realise you would be here,” he says with a smile. You don’t spot the woman you saw him with earlier but you’re assuming she’s not far away.

“I honestly didn’t know either. It’s been a crazy couple of years,” you smile glad it’s not awkward though you can’t help but think back to last time you saw him and the horrible way you acted. You don’t regret leaving but you’ve often caught yourself regretting the way it ended.

“Yeah, it really has been,” he smiles looking around, “would you mind going someplace a little quieter? I have some things I’d like to say.” You follow him to an empty corridor not sure what to expect.

“I guess I just needed to say sorry. I don’t even recognise the person I saw in the mirror when you left. I thought if I held on really tight, we’d have time to fix this. But all it did was push you away.” His hand twitches as if he wants to reach out and you wonder if his body remembers what he’s spent so long trying to forget. Just how easy the physical part always was.

“I’m sorry, too. I should’ve been more understanding of your feelings instead of invalidating them. I never should’ve hurt you like that in the first place.” It feels good to have proper closure with Saul. You didn’t realise you were missing until you saw him.

“Look at us. Being adults and everything,” you tease in an attempt to lighten the mood.

“I should probably get back but it was really nice to talk to you,” he says. He doesn’t say that he has to get back to her but you know she must be a little worried. You know you would be.

“Goodbye, Saul.”

“Goodbye, Y/N.”

#fate the winx saga #fate winx club #fate the winx club #winx saga #winx club #fate winx #fate #fate netflix #winx saul silva #saul silva imagine #saul silva blurb #saul silva x reader #saul silva

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sweeethinny · 4 years

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Helloooo, if u still write prompts can u please write something about hinny dropping off James Sirius for his first year at hogwarts?

helloo, I love to write about those moments, and I hope it was good, I left it more sentimental than I expected btw, now we have a PROMPT LIST, feel free to send :)

''He'll be fine'' Harry repeated for the tenth time that morning, stirring the eggs in the pot and sighing as he used his other hand to ruffle his hair ''What if he doesn't?''

''Harry, he'll be fine'' Ginny replied, even though her husband knew she was also worried ‘'Everything will be fine'' She spoke, more to herself than to Harry, climbing up the stairs to wake the three children, certain that the the older kid was already awake, probably barely sleeping at night - just like she and Harry.

After waking everyone who was not awake, going through the suitcase and examining clothes and materials for the fifth time, Ginny took everyone down, trying to exude the best confidence that goes beyond.

She didn't want to be all sentimental in front of the children, but her heart was on fire at the thought of being without James in the house. As much as he and Albus had been fighting lately, just thinking that her baby would stay for almost a year, as tears prickled her eyes.

''Good morning my loves'' Harry greeted, serving the children's dishes and also seeming to hide his mood, since last night after he talked to James about behaving, not breaking rules (or at least trying), studying ... and everything else a father should say to his son before he goes to Hogwarts, Harry was much more sentimental, hugging Ginny tighter than usual and remaining silent while she also thinks about the things that were in her husband's head;

Their first little bird was leaving the nest.

As soon as they finished breakfast, and Teddy arrived, they started putting things in the car, and just from Harry's face, Ginny knew they were both frighteningly anxious and sad. Inside the car, Ginny scolded them for looking so discouraged, so they started talking and talking about everything James could expect from Hogwarts, and more than once, Ginny had to bite her tongue to keep from stupid tears away.

They had done this to Teddy already, it wasn’t supposed to remain so sentimental, but it seemed almost impossible. It looked like it was yesterday that James climbed into their bed in the morning, only to sleep hugging his mother like he was still a baby. Wasn't it also yesterday that James put on her uniform and said he was a professional player like mommy? Even if he could barely balance himself on the broom?

''What if I can't fly?'' He whispered to her, looking anxious for the first time, as they walked across the platform full of wizards and children ready for their new school year.

Ginny felt her chest tighten, wondering how much it had cost James, who always tried to look as strong as an 11-year-old could do ... They would be in big trouble when he grew up a little and managed to be better at hiding it .

''I'm sure you can do it, but if you need help, we'll train at Christmas, ok?'' She calmed him down, almost hugging him again and embarrassing him in front of his new colleagues.

When Harry reminded him of being a good boy, not breaking the rules, and everything he was going to repeat to everyone until the last day he had to do that, everyone hugged James, who, to his credit, looked as anxious as his parents for having to leave them behind. The maximum amount of time they had spent apart was on vacation, when Ginny and Harry traveled for a week to celebrate their wedding anniversary in Greece. A year seemed too long.

The son boarded the train, waved at everyone until he was far enough away to be a blur, and finally disappeared on his way to Hogwarts. Ginny could barely hide that she was about to cry.

Of course, it was a cry of happiness, her son was growing up, and he would test all the lessons she and Harry had taught him during the 11 years, and that's okay, in a few months he would be back and tell, and until that happens, they would send letters to maintain communication ... but it still squeezed their heart.

And when all the kids left for school? She could barely imagine an entire day without Lily following her, or Albus being a chatterbox and talking about anything that went through his head.

''We'll be fine'' Harry whispered, hugging his wife's waist and pulling her closer as they walked back to the car. Albus was suddenly quite quiet. ''How long until he does something wrong and we have to send a howler?'' He asked, laughing weakly and thinking about the boy's conflicting temperament and how he had an ability to always be in the wrong place at the wrong time

''Let's hope it takes at least a month'' Ginny replied, laughing and thinking about what was still waiting for them. "If we are lucky, McGonagall will not notice his name until a semester from now"

''If we're lucky, two years from now she'll still accept Albus, and not just give up on the Potter ... Teddy really gave her a headache'' Harry said

''Oh no, Teddy spoke to James yesterday and said he was going to 'give him tips' '' She said, running a hand through her hair and looking at the godson who was saying something to the two quiet kids, trying to cheer them up at all costs.

''I think we'll hear from James sooner than expected'' Harry replied, laughing and squeezing her waist, kissing the top of her head ''We'll be fine''

''I know'' And Ginny really knew that.

#hinny #harry x ginny #harry!dad #ginny!mom #hp next gen #harry potter next generation #next gen harry potter #next gen hp prompt #James Sirius Potter #Albus Severus Potter #lily luna potter #Harry Potter #harry potter being dad #ginnyPOTTER

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ninjago-memes · 3 years

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Are you ok? You don’t seem to post as much as you used to so I’m just checking in ❤️ Happy new year too btw!

Happy New Year to you my friend! I hope you are well too! Tho you asked on anon so I’m not sure who you are haha.

I’m not going to lie I haven’t been in the ninjago tag for a long time now. Obviously the tenth anniversary is coming up and I’m apart of the ninjago reanimated which was originally supposed to be for that (tho I believe it’s coming out later this year so we all have more time to finish) Im still active on tumblr in fact I post more on my main then I do here. I’m just having a break from ninjago atm ig lmao

This bit gets a bit more personal so I’ve put a read more.

I think we can all agree that 2020 didn’t go well at all I finished high school and so am a whole lot busier with collage work. But the truth is I’ve recently been struggling with my mental health. The last time it was this bad was probably when I was 14 so that sucks. But I’m surviving! Coping is a whole other matter but I’m ok mostly. I have like 3 big projects for school so that’s taking up most of my time.

I will return to this blog (And all the other ninjago blogs I run haha) eventually. Life’s just a bit hectic and I’m not the small tween who started this blog anymore haha. Not as much free time as back then.

Here’s to 2021 and hopefully a better time than and Heath (physical and mental) than last year!

I love y’all stay safe, well And hope y’all have a good new year ❤️❤️❤️

Ps it’s also pretty late at the time of writing this so will fix any mistakes later.

#personal #tw mental health

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nebuletteart · 4 years

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The Problem with HS^2

(And the HS Epilogues)

Ok, so I think I’m gonna do another post on this, because I’m feeling bothered. I’ve been really frustrated because I just couldn't seem to get hype for 4/13, like, at all, and I couldn’t even do any homestuck art today. I decided that I wanted to reflect on why that is.

BTW I AM NOT DUNKING ON ANYONE WHO LIKES HS^2 AND SUCH!! If it makes you happy, go read it! And if you don’t want to see me dunk on something you love, feel free to skip this post! I in no way want to pressure someone into hating something they enjoy, I just want to pull this fucker apart and see why is doesn’t tick.

Ok so first off, the build up. Imagine it’s the tenth anniversary of a property you really love, and word is that something big is dropping today! You sit at your computer and wait and wait, all that hype and excitement building up and then? They drop three chapters of fanfiction. And tell you to wait for the rest. When this happened, I, as someone who’d spent the last four or five years deeply invested in this comic, I legit cried out of fucking disappointment. I know Homestuck is known for trolling, but that was straight up not the way to handle that sort of build up. But I told myself, “Well, the other chapters will be good! I’m sure they’ll bring back the art, or bring the story to an enjoyable conclusion!” And then a week later they dropped the rest. And it was, not great?? Like, it had good concepts, and some scenes that were funny. But overall it was a pretty bad and draining read.

Why?

I think the main flaws in The Epilogues (and HS^2 by extension) are the themes. The theme is Meat and Candy. Basically, too much of one or the other makes for bad story telling. And that’s interesting in theory, but little thing to take into consideration, YOUR THEME SHOULD NOT MAKE YOUR STORY WORSE. Writing something bad on purpose doesn’t make it any less bad. And another big detrimental theme is “Suffering makes a story” and like, NO?? NO NOT REALLY??? That’s not how that works. You don’t need to make your characters senselessly suffer for a good story, like any good writing tool, you use it in moderation. Good writers can make their story interesting without just throwing pain at their characters. The original Homestuck knew not to take itself too seriously and even in the face of suffering and tragedy, it kept a good blend of comedy to keep it from getting dreary.

And I think this focus on Suffering (+ the Meat/Candy binary) really does negatively impact the writing of The Epilogues and HS^2. It feels like by narrowing in on every single bad thing that could possibly happen, and making sure bad things do happen, they’re stretching the character’s to meet these themes. Many characters are basically unrecognizable due to how they’re pulled and stretched to meet the demands of the story, and as a result, characters act different than how they do in Homestuck proper.

Beyond this it also feels like the current team are pretty obsessed with inserting their headcanons and ideas into HS^2, The Epilogues, and Pesterquest, with no care for the source material. I am all for representation! I’m Nonbinary and I’m lesbian! I think rep is important! But going back in and retconning your rep when there’s literally no build up ain’t how that works chief. That’s not proper representation. I think the only character that they really managed to pull that off with was Vriska, and maybe Eridan, but even then it was still a bit shaky for me. But for many other characters (For instance June!! June is cute, but word of god is in no way good rep, especially since June literally has like, no build up or subtext or ANYTHING!) That’s basically the exact same as JK going back and saying Dumbledore (or whoever bc I never read Harry Potter) was gay! That is not rep. Rep requires time and writing, and that’s why I think (hold on a second I’m about to praise this not very good sequel) Nonbinary trans Roxy is done well. They took time to build them up, and their issues, in an authentic way. If you want to put rep in your comic, that’s how you should do it, retconning only alienates your fanbase, and makes characters seem even more out of character.

But beyond this, I think the most damning thing about the Epilogues and especially HS^2 is it’s very foundation. It’s just not built out of the same stuff, and as a sequel that makes it impossible for it to ever properly mimic Homestuck in any meaningful way. What I mean by this is, lets swivel over to look at the Patreon. Yall probably know what I’m about to gripe with. Bonus Updates. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, BY THEIR VERY NATURE THEY GO AGAINST WHAT HOMESTUCK IS. And you may cry, “support the artist!! They’re just trying to make an honest living!!!” BITCH, I am an artist! Lets just look at the content of the Bonus Updates themselves:

The Bonus Updates take place in The Meat Timeline and have potential to become important later on. That is sneakily putting important content behind a fucking paywall, which directly stands against the accessibility Homestuck had for young teens. (And I personally consider it shady practice to accrue more Patreon support) Especially considering that, guess what?? That doesn’t have to be the case! The Bonus Updates could yknow, have focused on the time before the timeline split in order to avoid being plot relevant. Or if the Bonus Updates are plot relevant, they could at least release them later for those who cannot afford the Patreon bill? They could stagger the release, after two months, release the latest Bonus Update? Oh, or they could do something entirely different, such as showing behind the scenes sprites and artwork-- OH WAIT-- They set that to the twenty fucking dollar tier. And another thing that feels a bit anti Homestuck, basing the amount of updates on Patreon support.

Considering their rate is 2000 supporters a month, at the very least that would be 4000 dollars a month, if everyone payed the lowest tier. But most are likely paying the five a month for access the the Bonus Updates, so you could very likely bump that up to about 10,000. This is a ridiculous amount of money, especially considering the lackluster updates, three a month if you take into account Bonus Updates. I’m sure everyone get’s a smaller piece of the cut, and some of that goes into other HS^2 related projects, but that is a lot of fucking money, and definitely more than enough to pay the team if managed well. I don’t think that they should, and I don’t think that they even need, to use bonus updates to force invested fans to pay. If they were confident in the content they produce, they would certainly still have the backers.

Lastly,

Kanaya would not wear this ugly anime ass outfit are you kidding me. And this is also a not well preformed callback panel (like literally all callbacks oh my god none of the old Homestuck gags hit right in HS^2 at all!!) I could understand Dirk (Even though I think him looking more like Bro would have been a cooler symbolic thing but whatever), Terezi’s outfit was a stretch but I’d accept it, but Kanaya??? KANAYA??? You know she has more fashion sense than the entire Homestuck cast combined she would not be caught dead in this outfit.

#anyway #whew this got long #i spent like #three or so hours writing this goddamn post #happy 413 #i guess lmao #hs^2 #hs^2 spoilers #hs epilogue #homestuck #hs 2 hate #hs^2 hate #just in case you don't wanna see that shit #pesterquest #this 413 was pretty disappointing tbh #i think I'm gonna leave the fandom soon #kanaya #why would they dress you like this #homophobia and an attack on kanaya's fashion sense

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geniedocroe · 5 years

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👑Could I get a ship? (Queen & BoRhap)👑 Okay so I’m Lexi & my icon is me! I’m 19, 5’4, Taurus ♉️, & ISFP. Pros? I’d say I’m LOUD, playful, funny, EXTRA, sarcastic, enthusiastic, talkative, and a lil weird👽 Neutral? Unpredictable and a raging insomniac!🌙 Cons? Stubborn, lil temperamental, impatient, impulsive, competitive, and pretty damn petty🤷🏾‍♀️ Likes & Hobbies: 👠Fashion, games, music/singing, art,ouija boards👻, & photography📸. I think that’s everything. Thanks in Advance! ✌️

I ship you with Roger and Joe! (btw you’re so pretty oml) Also i hope you like these 🖤

You and Roger were never the perfect couple. The two of you always argued about the littlest of things. Because both of you were so petty it would take a while for an apology.

Roger always thought you’d like Brian more than him because of your interests but he was very wrong. You thought Roger was amazing in his own way.

Even though he never really understood what you were talking about he would always give you his full attention. You were always yelling about what you loved and that really made Roger happy. The two of you would stay up all night talking about the both of your interests.

When you’d draw or paint, Roger would try to watch you as much as he could before he went to the studio. He always said you could make a career out of it.

Every time Roger left on tour you would count the days until you’d see him again. Every night you’d call and talk until he ran out of quarters.

You had put your full trust in him. Roger would never hurt you. He couldn’t.

Whenever you’d get something wrong and Roger tried to correct you, you would insist that you were right and that you had heard it somewhere. It annoyed Roger how stubborn you were and that was the start of many arguments.

Everytime you brought up buying a ouija board Roger would deny it. He didn’t really like the idea of talking to dead people. Half of him thought it might’ve been bullshit but the other half of him was kind of scared.

Once the two of you moved in together you put all of your polaroids up on the wall. It was your personal decoration. Every single picture had a memory.

Living together meant sleeping in the same bed. Whenever Roger would come home he would be so exhausted. He’d practically beg you to sing him to sleep.

“Lexi, sing me a song! I can’t fall asleep love.”

“I’m tired, sing to yourself!”

“PLEASE!”

“FINE!”

It had taken awhile for Roger to propose to you. The two of you had been together for nearly 10 years. Around your tenth anniversary you were starting to think Roger didn’t want to marry you at all. Boy were you wrong.

On your tenth anniversary Roger decided to take you to a very fancy dinner. You were kind of shocked by how fancy it was. Everything on the menu was more than 100$.

After dinner, the two of you went home. By that time you were kind of disappointed that Roger hadn’t proposed. Then he took you outside to the balcony.

It was a starry night. You thought it’d be the perfect place to see a UFO. Whilst you’re daydreaming about aliens, Roger decided to propose.

You both cried.

Before the wedding you found out you were pregnant and you couldn’t believe it. Two weeks before the wedding you were three months along. At least the dress still fit.

You had a beautiful little baby and you couldn’t have been happier.

The two of you were so in love that you couldn’t even think of anyone else. Your relationship might not have been perfect but it was good and you both loved it.

You and Joe had been friends since you were babies. You probably could’ve been friends in a past life. Everyone always said you were soulmates.

Neither of you disagreed.

You were very oblivious to Joe’s flirting. Apparently he did it quite often. Rami said it was so obvious that you could’ve been blind.

“He clearly flirting with you Lex!”

“No he’s not. We’re just friends! That’s all we’ll ever be.”

You were oblivious to your feelings as well. Although something was there very deep down.

One night you and Joe decided to hang out at his house. The two of you agreed to watch Mean Girls. The whole night Joe was trying to flirt with you. He was getting kind of over it now so he just went for it.

“Can I kiss you?”

This shocked you so much that you choked on popcorn. You stared at him for a couple of seconds until you realized what he said. Before you could even respond you smashed your lips against his and the rest was history.

After about 6 months of dating Joe moved in with you. The two of you had known each other since forever so you thought it might’ve been time.

After about a year of dating you decided to adopt a beautiful little schnauzer.

“Can we name it Bear?” Joe whined.

“Uh . . . i don’t know Joey.”

You weren’t absolutely in love with the name but the look on Joe’s face was enough to make the decision. It turned out to be a perfect name for the dog.

You and Joe had been dating for 3 years when he got the part of John Deacon. Everywhere he went for the movie, you followed. Then he proposed right before filming.

It was in your living room. Bear was laying on the couch whilst you and Joe may or may not have been making out. He abruptly pulled away and ran into the spare room.

“Joey? You alright?” He didn’t respond.

He came back with his hand closed in a fist. He got down on one knee and proposed. You screamed and tackled him. Bear sat up and titled his head.

“YES! YES! YES!”

Halfway through Joe filming Bohemian Rhapsody you found out that you were pregnant. Not with one child, not two, but three children. You could barely contain yourself when you went in for your first sonogram.

Joe wasn’t present for the sonogram because you wanted it to be a surprise. Lucy decided to go with you and she nearly screamed when she saw it.

One day on set you accidentally let it slip in front of everyone. You and Joe were arguing about getting married and when it would be the right time.

“Why can’t we get married in like 3 months?” he suggested.

“We can’t Joey! I’ll look like a balloon!”

Everyone in the area turned to look at you.

“Why do you say that?” He asked, his face turning red.

Lucy was smiling and trying to give you a thumbs up. Rami sent you a knowing look.

“I’m pregnant.” You mumbled.

Then he screamed and tackled you.

Everyone congratulated the both of you but you weren’t done.

“We’re having triplets.”

Joe nearly fell over. Everyone in the area congratulated you two again.

When the triplets were born Roger insisted that him and Brian were called grandparents. And when you and Joe got married the both of them walked you down the aisle.

You and Joe had the greatest love story in all of love stories and you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

#roger taylor #ben hardy #bohemian rhapsody #joe mazzello #queen #brian may #john deacon #gwilym lee #borhap

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vsndesigns360 · 4 years

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THE TICK COLOR COVER PROOF NUMBER 12 VARIANT DINNERTIME by vsndesigns Via Flickr: THE TICK #12 Gold Foil No Logo Unused Covers x4 Complete Set The aftermath of issue 11 has landed a windfall for The Tick! The Tick and Arthur are now in possesion of an entire arsenal of crime-fighting gizmos! What they do with it and who is THE TERROR AND THE EVILLEERS? Written and drawn by creator Ben Edlund. Unused covers for the #12 gold foil stamped comics. Includes all 4 variants. I asked Michael (aka Bespin15 on Ebay, a really cool dude btw) the story about these gems that I acquired from him and this is what he told me. "I got these from New England Comics in the early '90's. I was actually trading comics with them as they were selling back issues in their catalog and I would get various items in return. I don't recall the specifics around the availability, but I presume these were test runs since they have the color tags and don't have edition numbers printed on them. I haven't seen another set available since I got these. These are my favorite pieces of Tick memorabilia that I own." I also asked my friend Brian, who also is an avid Tick Collector, and he also told me the following. "Since I have a set also they are probably not "test" but rather "pull" from the production run to check for color accuracy. They have not yet had their serial numbers applied nor have they been trimmed to to comic book size. While it's not a one of a kind item, I would guess there are only a small handful in existence. I have a few for some of the games I made - they are the full deck of cards all on one sheet before they were cut up and boxed. I had to specifically ask for them." The proper name for them is a "press sheet". There may be other slang names for them. But that's what I've always called them. Also sometimes referred to as a Printed Comic Cover Color Guide, or Printer's Proof Sheet, or Untrimmed Full-Color Tear Sheet. THE ORIGINAL TICK NO. 12 (LAST OF THE SERIES) WITH VARIANT 1993 (BACK SIDE) Issue 12 "One Man's Treasure......is Also Another Man's Treasure" Released May 1993 Ben Edlund, Writer & Penciller; Jeff Whiting, Inker; Bob Polio, Letterer; Richard Edlund, Cover Colorist; George Suarez, Editor Barry returns to his castle, upset that the Tick has usurped his name. Meanwhile, the Tri-State Superhero Congress has decreed that since the Tick defeated Barry, he stands to inherit all of Barry's superhero paraphernalia. Barry accedes to the Congress's wishes, allowing the Tick and Arthur to move into his castle, but the loss drives him over the edge and he refuses to wear clothes. Barry devises a plan to get his stuff back by contacting his arch-enemies, the Evileers, led by the Terror and goads them to attack the Tick. This is the last issue that Ben Edlund was directly involved in. After this, he left to oversee the animated version of the Tick. Four different variant covers were released with this issue. Each came with a no-logo front cover with a gold foil Tick emblem. The back covers came with four limited variations: Rockets On (1000 copies), released at Capital City Sales Conference in Milwaukee, Wisconsin; Dinnertime (1000 copies), released at the Diamond Tenth Seminar in Atlanta, Georgia; Frrd! (1000 copies), released Summer, 1993; Tick Society Coat of Arms (2000 copies) which was one of four variant covers, each is numbered with a different art on the back. The "Tick Society Coat of Arms" cover was limited to 2,000 and available only to Tick Fan Club "Mystic Orders of Arachnid Vigilance" (MOAV) MEMBERS ONLY. Second edition released September 1995. Third, 10th anniversary edition released August 1996. Fourth edition released January 1998. That's it for now. I sent a message to Jeff W. to see if he knows a little more about these. I've got four more to post up, so stay tuned! Hey, and let's all celebrate a Very Happy Tick Day! #TheTickDay

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It’s Never Too Late, or, Wishing Upon a Star

This one isn’t literature or memoir, it’s something for people who may be landing here for the first time, especially if you’re trans and you think it’s too late to start. (Hi!) Or even if you’ve been here before. (You know who you are.)

It’s never too late. I thought it was, but it wasn’t. That doesn’t mean it won’t feel that way sometimes. There are days, like a lot of you, when I literally cannot leave the house. This was one of them. A day wasted inside, writing and crying, or neither, or playing with my new tarot deck.

I try to imagine what I’d wear if I went out: it certainly wouldn’t be this shirt, white cotton marled in purple. Or this bracelet I made myself, from those big European glass beads, I’m afraid to go out alone with that on. Just because I don’t want to attract attention. Last week I went to see my shrink wearing a black turtleneck and black workout pants. I go again in two days and I have a feeling it may be a sleeveless version of the same basic idea. I’m not afraid of not passing, because I’m not trying. I fucking hate makeup, so I don’t wear any. (I know, I’m lucky I live in New York City, sometimes I forget. Not for long, though.)

I’ll bring the bracelet. I’ll wear it during therapy.

I’m looking out the window, it’s warm, it’s sunny, my old birthday is in a week….

I don’t feel old, exactly, just sore. I’ve felt more alive than in years since I started HRT last June 28th. Which turns out to be Stonewall Anniversary Day as well—it can be easy to forget since the day of the march is always Sunday and moves around the end of June—and my wife calls it my birthday. (Yes, I’m ridiculously lucky in love. Once I found her, of course; and that took years. But we’ve been together nearly 26 years. We have a wonderful son who’s in college now. I realize only lately, looking back over it all, how much Goddess has blessed me.)

It was only lately that I was sure she really saw me, or at least that her followers did. Thirty years ago I was taking a course that changed my life, Women and Religion, at Hunter College. From Dr. Serinity Young, she’s at Queens College now. (She is awesome, btw.) While in that class, I learned just exactly how badly I wanted to find Goddess, to follow the Dianic tradition. And I found out how badly the Dianics, the only trad I was interested in -- because no men, and no gods -- that they hated women like me, back then. Trans women, I mean. Transsexuals, we were called then. It was 1987, and I decided that if I had to wait, I would wait.

I finally attended a Dianic open circle for women last month. I can be awfully patient, if I have to be.

So I’ll be 59, in June. One year of HRT. Woot.

But when my birthday was in April, about now is when I’d start to get really depressed. Which is happening this year, too.

I literally don’t know how to ask for help. I don’t know if you’re the same way, maybe just because you’re afraid you won’t get it. I don’t know if you’re a survivor of any kind of abuse, although a lot of us are; I am.

I have PTSD. This may be something I should mention at the top of the blog. I don’t even like writing it in upper case, lower case is safer: ptsd. See? But it’s as important as anything else in understanding what’s happened to me, and to a lot of us. It’s part of why I’m afraid to leave the house even if I want to; beyond violence and cruelty, it’s everyday, minor-league humiliation that terrifies me.

I hate being laughed at. I don’t want to be on display. I’m not in the sideshow. I want to go out, I just want to not be so fucking noticed. That won’t ever happen.

Unless I don’t go out.

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My wife Kathleen’s bff is in town, they went to lunch and for a long walk. They don’t get to see each other often, her bff lives in Wellesley, Mass. The last time I saw one of my besties was after Thanksgiving last year, she happened to come through town. She lives in Greenfield, Mass. My other bff lives in Medford, which is near Boston. I’m at least four hours away, on a good day, from either of them. Five, more like.

They dropped by, and I chatted with her for like five minutes. But she’s staying with her family in Williamsburg, which takes nearly an hour to get to on the subway from here even though it’s in Brooklyn, technically. It’s easier to get to Newark from here, and that’s in another state. So Kathleen drove her back there.

And I felt irrationally, or maybe rationally, jealous that her best friend was here, and I haven’t seen one of mine in months either, and I’m afraid to go out alone on days like this and I’m afraid to cry. For some reason I can’t tell her this. The brutal conditioning of everyday life as a boy, I suppose. It reminds me of Leslie Feinberg, who wrote Stone Butch Blues, although I’m not like that. Because I’m not butch, much less made of stone, I can cry; but I don’t want anyone to know. I hide. That’s bad, I know, but I do it anyway. Some kind of half-assed defense mechanism. Because we came from cultures where big boys don’t cry, didn’t we?

I wish I could tell you it was happy times every day, but it’s only on some days. I mean, there are wonderful days, I had some last week. Let me be clear: I’m so much happier now. A low bar to clear, but I so am happier. Then there are days like this, too, where it’s just fucking unrelenting sad and awful, and I don’t know how to ask for help even though Kathleen is in the living room. So I ordered Indian food instead.

But before I resumed my transition (first one was 1995-2001, had to pause my transition but I have a lot of material to write about, at least), there were weeks on end where I was unrelentingly depressed, just as depressed and a lot angrier, just losing it at random shit like a MetroCard dispenser that won’t take my card. Estrogen saved my life, I’ll tell anyone who asks. Taking estrogen, for me, is like finally taking my finger out of a live light socket after having it stuck there for years, so long I forgot (or never knew) that it isn’t normal to feel a constant electric current running through you. Taking spironolactone finally got the testosterone out of the way -- spiro is a miracle, we didn’t have it in the 90s and I can tell the difference -- and after a few months I started having feelings, even difficult ones. It didn’t kill me. And finally I was able to be happy, too, ffs. Sometimes. Now and again. Used to be, it just didn’t happen. I felt spent, consumed with anger, and kind of waiting to die. Not so long ago, either.

Since I started HRT I feel like I have the emotional energy, and emotional vulnerability, of a teenager, to be specific of the most unpopular, geekiest girl in her high school grade. “Even if I’d been born cis” is a game I try not to play with myself; but I have a feeling that even if I had been, some things would still be problems. I’m a nerdy recluse who likes to meet people travel, an introvert who can’t shut up once she gets going, the girl who can’t dance, the girl who didn’t get invited to the party everyone else in tenth grade went to anyway so who cares if you can dance or not? Some things never change.

There are lots of days I am able to reach out to people. I just have to open Facebook, right? Some days are like this one, though. I have this button pinned to my calendar of physical changes, what should happen and by when. It has the trans flag colors behind the words: “Sometimes, courage is the little voice that says I will try again tomorrow.” When I feel like I’m stuck, I look back at where I was this time a year ago, in astonishment, and try to keep in mind that I’m human. I can’t do five things at once, I’ve tried. But I can do a lot more than I thought was possible.

Because a year ago, we’d just gotten back from a conference that happened to be in Anaheim. I wished I could go to Disneyland when I was seven, more or less, but I grew up in Texas. That was that, I figured. And it didn’t happen until I was 57; but it happened. We stood there and watched the fireworks behind Sleeping Beauty’s Castle, like I’d always wanted, and I just kept thinking: It’s never too late.

So, I’ll post this now.

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