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belit0 · 8 months
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Helloooooooo. Hope you are having a fuuuuntastic day.
Can you do a scenario where the reader complains to founders + izuna + indra about how much pain in the ass waxing their pubes is. And they are like it cannot hurt that bad and they get their balls and dick waxed. I have a feeling this is going to be funny lol.
I worked a 10 hours shift with only 1 hour for lunch in the middle so I'm literally this emoji
Let's go with the waxing
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Indra
- "I am a man, we endure pain worse than women, that kind of pain must be a joke, it doesn't compare to what I have gone through on the battlefield-" yadayadayada. Indra loves to brag about all the aches he's been through and the scars he carries, but does he have any idea of the suffering we women go through? No, not even close. He undergoes the old-fashioned torture of putting wax on his pubic hair just to prove that "it doesn't hurt at all" and the first tug already makes him look like he's sucking on a lemon. His body doesn't make any reflexes from the sensation of the wax on his skin, he can take that like a champ, he doesn't complain about the temperature either, but a hiss escapes him at the first pull. He refuses to cry or show discomfort, but (Y/N) finds him secretly massaging the area with moisturizing cream afterwards.
Madara
- "I mean... if you go through it just because you want to look "pretty" for me, it would be fair for me to know what you have to endure every time you get waxed, wouldn't it? Sounds logical." A man of good, he submits only to empathize with what (Y/N) has to suffer, a "your happiness is my happiness, your pain is my pain" stan. Like an old english lad, he endures the application and the temperature, not before exhaling with regret as he feels the heat spread across his skin. He doesn't stop her at the first tug, but he can't get through it without screaming out loud. Soon the room is filled with profanity, solely because it's the way he finds to cooperate with the pain. If there's one thing he never imagined, it's suffering this much. Occasionally he restrains (Y/N)'s hand and asks her to wait, breathing, and preparing for the next stage of torture. Never again.
Izuna
- "Yes, I have no problem. In fact, I always wanted to try it, you only live once right? It might be a really good option to stop using razors and not get all rashy afterward." Ha, thought so. Izuna dives into the experience with encouragement and enthusiasm, determined to find a gentler and simpler method than shaving all the time, but ends up crying at the end. As soon as the wax touches his skin, he complains, screaming that it is way too hot, even though it is at the minimum and indispensable temperature. He stops her hand thirty times before he agrees to face the pain, and cries out loud begging for the torture to end. At the same time, (Y/N) offers to end it, but he refuses, crying out that if he got this far they will finish what they have started. He is not ashamed of the tears he sheds, and believes it is one of his best fought battles.
Hashirama
- "Doesn't it hurt too much? I don't like pain, I'd rather avoid it. Would it make you happy if I did it for you? I can take it for that reason, but I understand it's like a medieval torture..." Hashirama faces the hot temperature demon knowing it is a lethal weapons enemy, psyching himself up for a rough fight. He hardly even feels the first application, surprised only by the lack of pain. The first tug, either. The Senju talks during all the strokes and pulls, without registering any pain, fantasizing about things like "Have you ever thought about what would happen if you were applying wax to your vagegei and suddenly the end of the world came? Would you run with the piece of wax still on your skin or would you take it off and then escape? What if you don't have enough time? It can be a death trap" without flinching or feeling anything at all. The true Shinobi god.
Tobirama
- "Just for you, but let me investigate how it works before I submit to your expirement. If we're going to do it, we do it right, I want to know what I'm up against." Tobirama takes a week between work and time off to find out about the waxing method, its pros and cons, cotraindications and side effects. He finds out what kind of cream to use afterwards, powder, how to apply and remove, in which direction and how to do a counter-growth removal, which brands are the most recommended and which to avoid. Once satisfied with his findings, he lends himself for fun, but not without trying to manage every second of the situation. His findings, however, do not help him endure the pain, nor the tears reluctantly escaping every time (Y/N) applies the hot wax on his sensitive skin and pulls mercilessly, trying to do it fast for him not to suffer.
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watermelonsugacry · 2 years
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hi! i have an idea about 1d!yn meeting harry during the x-factor and it being the start of a crush or something? and its shows there first impressions and stuff (if u decided that they didnt meet during the compition dw,..i just thought it was cute<3) also sorry if my english is bad! its not my first language
It's A New Life
A/N: Hey Lovies! So this ask is literally how I pictured them officially meeting so I'm excited to share it with you all 💚
SUMMARY: YN is over the moon when she hears that her childhood best friend was able to get an audition to compete on the X-Factor. But what happens when she learns about a surprise and a curly headed lad that can change her life? (5.2k)
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YN loves Louis, how could she not? 
The two first met when she was merely 5 years old and she was absolutely fascinated with the loud, rowdy 7 year old boy who lived in the house next to hers. After having moved in, Penelope was worried her step-daughter wouldn’t adjust well to the new environment. 
...
"Alright honey. Remember what we said?"
"Play nice." YN lisps out, holding her step-mum's hand as they stand on the front porch of their new neighbors house. Penelope attempts to balance a homemade casserole in her other arm.
"That's right, baby. Now, can you ring the doorbell for me?"
YN doesn't hesitate to excitedly reach up and push the button to hear the chime ring from inside the house.
A young woman answers the door and the first thing YN sees is her big, pregnant belly.
"Oh, hello." The woman smiles sweetly. 
"Hello, sorry to bother you. We just moved in next door and thought we should introduce ourselves. I’m Penelope and this is my daughter YN."
YN doesn't shy away from greeting their new neighbor with a small wave before going back to hold her step-mum’s hand with her two tiny ones.
"Hiya honey. My name is Johannah, but you can just call me Jay. Please, come in.” They walk through the small living room and YN’s eyes bounce around to all the toy cars and balls scattered around the room. When they arrive at the small kitchen, she can hear kids shouting and playing outside through the open sliding doors.  “Y’know, you look to be around my son’s age. Him and his mates are out in the back playing. Would you like to go join them?"
Little YN looks up at her step-mum, remembering her rules and reminders to be polite. “I go play, Penny?”
“Of course. Have fun.” Penelope softly rubs her shoulders in encouragement before she runs off outside. Jay doesn’t question why her daughter called her by her name or indulge in how she looks embarrassed by it. Instead Jay nods to the ceramic platter in her hands. 
“Well that smells awfully delicious and, to be completely honest with yeh, m'bloody starving.”
YN holds onto the railing as she descends down the short porch stairs one step at a time, an excited smile on her face as she sees a group of boys running around the small yard kicking a soccer ball.
She doesn't bother to introduce herself and she begins running around with the group. That is until Jay's little boy stops the soccer ball with this foot when he notices her. 
"Hey! No girls allowed!"
“I play too.” YN pats her hands to her chest, her eyebrows already beginning to furrow.
The boys continue to run around under Louis’s command, ignoring the little girl trailing behind them. She doesn't seem bothered by their lack of interaction with her. From an outsider’s perspective, you'd look at the group of kids playing and conclude that there's nothing out or the ordinary.
This goes on for a bit and while they run around, one of the little boys, Stan, shoves Louis a little too hard. He falls to the ground and his lip begins to quiver. 
“Too slow, Tomlinson.” Stan laughs.
But just as Louis is about to burst into tears, Stan falls forward unexpectedly next to him. 
All the little boys stand there with wide eyes and when Louis looks up, he sees the tiny girl who just moved in next door. She stands there in her pink overalls, face set in a scowl and little fists bunched up at her sides.
“Play nice!” She huffs in her best firm voice and that makes Stan begin to wail, not necessarily from the fall but from being scolded.
“YN!” Penelope and Jay come running out after seeing all the commotion. She quickly picks up her daughter, resting her on her hip before giving Jay a sympathetic look. “M’so sorry.”
“There, there. You’re alright, Stanny. Just a tumble." The pregnant woman says as she bends down the lowest she can to brush a strand of hair from the crying child.
Little YN squirms in Penelope’s arms but her step-mum has a tight hold on her. ”I-I think it’s time for her nap. We should get going.”
As the two women reach the front door, Jay lets out a chuckle.
“She’s a feisty one.” Jay gives the woman a soft smile, nodding to the little girl in her neighbor’s arms. “And a strong one at that.”
“Ar-are you’re not upset?”
“Nonsense. Kids are kids. And whatever made this little one give the boy a little shove, he probably deserved it.” Jay whispers the last part with a snicker and Peneople is just in shock. 
Never has anyone been so kind to her after her step-daughter’s behavior. This is the point when the other mothers would say that it’s probably best if they don’t have any more playdates, turn their chins up to the sky or straight up deny ever being invited over again. Or if it was YN’s father...let’s just say that there’s a lot less yelling over here than it normally is over at their house.
“How about you come over tomorrow for brunch? The little ones can get more acquainted with one another and I need to show you some of my famous blueberry pancakes.”
Louis trails behind his mum, watching as the little girl’s face in the crook of her mum’s neck goes from pouting to smiling once her eyes land on him. Her eyes stay on him when she’s carried out the door, looking over her mum’s shoulder and flapping her fingers up and down at him in a goodbye wave.
He gives her a weak wave goodbye, still in shock by her actions but he finds himself wanting to learn more about her.
When she’s over at his house again the next morning, he properly introduces himself, shows her all of his toys, and the two eventually play a bit of football outside.
He learns that she doesn't cry when she falls but brushes off the grass from her knees and runs as fast as ever. 
He learns that she’s smart. So much so that she was able to skip a grade in primary school. And although she says she loathes the subject, she’s quite good at math. 
That she’s good at multitasking. She’s able to balance school, a part time job and being the lead guitarist in her friend's band when she turned 15.
He learns that she has a natural knack for singing and is equally good at the guitar.
And he learns that she’s stubborn, can never be told to do anything she doesn’t want to and will always find a way to get what she wants. But she also has the biggest heart he's ever know, filled with so much love to give. She cares about the people she loves and will do anything to help them in any way she can.
So when he came home one day and told her that he was able to snag an audition for the XFactor, she screamed her head off in excitement. Getting an opportunity like that seemed to be the only thing he had been talking about for the past two years. She had no doubt in her mind that he'd make it as a star one day.
...
So now her and Louis sit in the back seat of his mum’s car, Jay and Peneolpe sit up front as they chit chat amongst themselves. 
But the one tiny, miniscule detail that Louis left out about going to Manchester for his audition was that he was able to get her one too. 
She loves Louis, but right now, she is absolutely furious with him.
“I didn’t ask you to do that!” YN rakes her fingers through her hair, fisting and pulling at the roots in frustration as she sinks further into her seat. “Why didn’t you tell me this before we left?”
“Because I knew you wouldn't have come along.” YN is one second away from punching her best friend square in the face at his calm demeanor. He’s looking down at the undone tie around his neck, trying for the past 20 minutes to figure out how to knot it properly. “You would have chickened out.”
“Hell yeah I would have.”
“Language.” Their mums say from the front of the car.
YN wasn’t shy about her singing. She did it any chance she got: while she helped her step-mum cook, at the small coffee shop she worked at (while wiping down tables or on their open-mic nights), at their family gatherings. She was in a small rock band with a couple of her close mates where she would perform in small parties and little jigs in people’s garages for crying out loud. 
She loves to use her voice to express herself, loves to hear music that makes her feel something, and writes songs that can showcase her emotions when she doesn’t have the words to express them. But to her, her music is nothing more than just a hobby, something that she doesn’t think she could make a career out of. 
YN wasn’t shy about her singing, no. But she was scared of not being good enough to take it anywhere. That she wasn’t good enough to get herself out of Doncaster and make something of herself. Good enough to make enough money to get her and her step-mum out of that house and away from her father. That she wasn’t enough. She scoffs at her hopeful ideas. It was silly.
YN leans forward and grips the passenger seat. “You knew about this, Penny?”
Her step-mum shrugs as she looks through a pile of CDs in her lap. “I thought it’d be a nice surprise. And don’t act like you’re not just as excited for an opportunity like this as you truly are.” She says softly, looking at YN through the rear-view mirror. “You’ve got nothing to worry about, baby. You’ve sung in front of crowds countless times already.”
“None as big as this! Not to mention the fact that it’s gonna be bloody broadcasted on the telly to thousands of people. Maybe even millions! How is everyone so calm about this?” YN throws a hand in the air. “Jay? A little help here.” 
“I was the one who suggested keeping it a secret.” Jay says, keeping her eyes on the road.
“I can’t believe this!” YN slums back in her seat. She rolls her eyes before smacking her best friend’s hands away from his tie and doing it herself. “I don’t even have an audition song. Or my guitar. Anybody think of that?”
“We did actually.” Louis raises his eyebrows up and down at her.
Penelope holds up one of YN’s CD cases from her collection and wags it in the air.
“We’ve got the perfect song.” Her step-mum smirks at her daughter through the rear-view mirror and YN lets out what might be her 20th sigh in past ten minutes.
...
YN anxiously taps the thick paper strip with her audition number on it in her hands as she waits in a line to let the backstage crew member search up her audition music. Louis was in a separate line for the people who had prepared music to play during their audition. 
After having to wait in what was the longest line of her life outside the venue, they were finally escorted backstage to yet another line. YN rehearsed as much as she could in the car but got too embarrassed to continue her warm ups outside. She also didn’t want to sike herself out too much and over rehearse. But then what if she didn’t practice it enough?
YN is too caught up in her thoughts to even notice that there’s a girl in front of her giving her a once over. She noticed YN a little early on while they were waiting in the long line outside. The girl looks like a proper pop-star. She has the blonde hair, the legs for days, was pretty fit, and she overall looks like she was made to be on the stage.
“Y’look nervous.” The girl, Brea, says as she leans over to YN and gives her a fake sympathetic smile. 
YN snaps her head to the girl, completely knocked out from her anxious thoughts. “Wha’?”
“It’s okay to be scared. I was nervous my first time performing to a crowd this big. It was twice the size of this place now that I think about it. But don’t worry,” Brea scans her eyes over YN’s figure before giving her a faux pout of her lips. “If you mess up, which is very likely, it won’t be so bad.”
YN has so many questions, one of them being why in the bloody hell did she think this broad wants to waste her breath on stupid mind games, she’ll never know.
“Nina Simone, huh?” Brea questions when she remembers the song YN was singing to herself earlier outside.
“Yup.” YN keeps her answer short and sharp, wanting more than anything for this conversation to be over with.
“She’s a very talented woman, you know. Do you think you can handle singing a song from such an ambiguous woman?”
“Ambitious.” 
“Huh?”
YN sighs deeply, already feeling anxious from the thought of having to sing in front of hundreds of people and now this random girl in line is bothering her. “The word you’re looking for is ambitious. Ambiguous means that something has multiple meanings. So unless you were meaning that Nina Simone—as a person—has a double meaning, which in your context you weren’t, then the word you meant to say was ambitious. But I wouldn’t expect your level of comprehension to be higher than a fourth grader's, so who can blame yeh.”
They hear someone snicker behind them and the two ladies turn to see a boy around their age. The first thing YN notices is his hair. He has the biggest mop of curls on top of his head that it makes her want to pull on one of the ringlets just to watch it bounce back into place. He’s wearing a thin scarf that’s looped around his neck and an even thinner gray cardigan. The dimples digging into his cheeks flatten out as his smile drops from being caught listening in on their conversation. She feels an odd need to make him smile again just to see them again.
He’s cute, really cute actually.
“Eavesdrop much?” The blonde says as she loudly smacks the gum in her mouth, hands resting on her hips. 
“Back off, will yeh. He didn’t do anythin' wrong. He wasn’t eavesdropping, were yeh?”
Harry’s words get stuck in his throat at the girl standing in front of him. He thinks she looks absolutely beautiful, stunning even. Her eyes are fierce and unapologetic. Her eyebrows shoot up, eyes flicking to the stuck up broad next to her to encourage him to answer.
He quickly shakes his head from left to right, his hair swaying with his movements, muttering out a pathetic "No."
“See? Matter of fact, everyone here can hear yeh being rude because yeh don’t know when to shut your trap.”
Brea's jaw flops open in a scoff, “What did you just say to me?”
“Yeh heard me. Or do you need to get those satellite dishes you call ears checked—”
Harry doesn’t think twice about putting a gentle hand on YN’s arm at the same time a crew member behind them yells out a “Next!”
The girl gives YN a scowl and in return, YN gives her a little twidle of her fingers with a sarcastic smile on her face. The girl huffs before turning around to the crew member.
YN looks down at the hand on her arm and it’s quickly removed by a fidgety Harry. “S-sorry.”
“S’alright.” Normally if there was a guy holding her arm, she would have been the first one to shake him off. Maybe throw a couple of curse words his way, possibly give him a shove if she felt like it. But...she kind of misses the warmth of his hand on her skin. 
She gives a nod over to the broad, huffing out a smile, “She was kind of a priss wasn’t she.”
“Where are you from? I mean, you’re obvious from around here because of your accent. I don’t mean for that to be creepy or weird or anything I was just—” YN stops him with a chuckle.
“Donny. Well, Doncaster, if you wanna get all technical about it.”
“Well that certainly explains it.”
“Explains whot exactly?” YN tilts her head to the side. She didn’t add her snappy attitude to the question like she normally did. It came out with more fondness than she expected it to.
“The way you spoke to that girl. Most people in Cheshire don’t like to speak out much.” The young lad shoves his hands into his front pant pockets and YN thinks it’s one of the cutest things she’s ever seen a guy do.
She lifts a shoulder to her ear, her lips curling up in a sly smile. “Treat people the way you wanna be treated. And she certainly doesn’t seem the type to treat people with respect.”
“Yeah, let alone any kindness...What?” He lets out a nervous chuckle under her stare, especially when she starts to squint her eyes at him.
“Y’look so familiar. Have we met before?”
Of course he remembers her, he couldn’t get her out of his head for a week after seeing her perform last year. After seeing her in line outside, he had to pinch himself just to make sure that he wasn’t dreaming. But does he want to seem like a creep for recognizing her before she did and embarrass himself any further than he already has? Hell no.
“Erm, ‘dunno. Don’t think so.”
“No, no, we have.” After a second, YN snaps her fingers. “Battle of the Bands. Your band won last year. White Eskomo, right?”
She does remember him. Is 16 too young a age to fall in love?
“Y-yeah.” He bashfully points to himself, “Was the lead singer.” He internally cringes, wishing a hole would open up on the floor in front of him so he can jump into. He feels the heat rise further up his cheeks at the sound of her giggling.
“I know.” She teases him by copying his actions and points to herself. “Lead guitar and vocals.” YN playfully kisses her teeth. “Loophole will take back our rightful crown someday. So enjoy the victory while it lasts...” YN tips the papers in his hands towards her and reads the scribbled words on the top. “Harry.”
“Next!”
She gives him a smile before turning around to give her information to the crew member. 
This is his chance. After a year of waiting and hoping to ever see this girl again, he needs to make his move. He instantly had a crush on her when she went out on stage, amazing him with not only her guitar skills but her voice. It was so mesmerizing, angelic even. 
But, what to say to her? She’s way out of his league, so much cooler than him in every way, he thinks.
He doesn’t have much time to contemplate his next words as she turns to face him again. He puffs out his chest a bit and takes a deep breath but before he can get a word out, she puts a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Good luck with your audition, Harry. See y’around, yeh?” She doesn’t give him a chance to answer as she’s already walking off. 
His mouth twitches before forming into a love sick smile. He watches her back as she leaves but his heart sinks a bit when he sees a guy throw an arm around the tops of her shoulders. She wraps hers around his waist as they round the corner.
A part of him knew it was too good to be true. Of course she’s already taken.
He jumps a bit when the crew member pulls him from his thoughts with a loud, “Next!”
“Bloody hell, YN. S’only been a week since you’ve ended things with Jackson and y’aready flirtin’ with other guys.” Louis says as he guides them back to where they’re families are waiting.
“Okay first off, Jackson and I weren’t even dating so that doesn’t even count. And second...” YN shoves Louis’s arm off of her. “I wasn’t flirting.”
At least she didn’t think she was...was she?
She doesn’t give herself too much time to dwell on it as she gets herself prepared for what’s ahead.
The prissy chick from earlier gets on stage before any of them do. She did alright but it clearly didn’t impress the judges. She barely gets two yeses, none from Simon.
The guy who YN had her arms around earlier goes on stage soon after. Harry sees the way she has her hands clamped under her chin as her eyes bounce around the monitors backstage. Harry watches from afar after this Louis guys come off the stage and get engulfed by YN. 
...
“Hello.” She holds the microphone to her lips with both hands. It’s now starting to hit her what she’s actually doing. She’s about to sing in front of a panel of judges and to the biggest crowd she’s ever performed to.
“Hi, Hun. What’s your name and where’re you from?”
“M’YN and I’m from Doncaster.”
“And what are you going to sing for us today?”
“Feeling Good by Nina Simone.” A chill runs down her spine at the sound of the crowd making a collective “oooh” sound. The judges all give her a look of suspicion. 
“And you’ve rehearsed it?” Simon speaks up for the first time, already being skeptical that she’s going to be bad and embarrass herself. 
YN internally laughs because she’s only ever sang the song full out when she’s alone in her car. Well at least it’s going to bring good views if they decide to air her audition tape if she does totally bomb it.
“I did, yeah.” 
“Alright then, best of luck to you.” 
She hears the first note of the piano ring through the area. She closes her eyes, takes a deep shaky breath in and brings the microphone to her lips. (***)
Birds flying high
You know how I feel
She can already hear some people in the crowd cheer but she drowns them out for now.
Sun in the sky
You know how I feel
Breeze driftin' on by
You know how I feel
This is the start, the beginning of a life-long journey that she can go on; she can almost reach out and touch it. 
It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
For me
And I'm feeling good
As scared, terrified, as she was, it's starting to fade into the applause and cheers from the crowd.
Dragonfly out in the sun, you know what I mean, don't you know
Butterflies all havin' fun, you know what I mean
YN’s wobbly legs become steady and finds herself taking small steps across the stage, singing to the crowd with a passion within her.
Sleep in peace when day is done, that's what I mean
And this old world is a new world
And a bold world
For me
And I’m feeling good
Was it still silly to think that her dreams of being on stage, singing and playing her guitar to hundreds of people were only that? Simply a figment of her imagination? How can they stay dreams if she’s living it right now? She’s feeding off of the cheers from the crowd and she does a spontaneous riff. 
She can get used to this.
Oh I’m feeling so good yeah, oh
Stars when you shine
You know how I feel
Scent of the pine
You know how I feel
She’s reminded of everything and everyone telling her to pursue her dreams, as much as she’ll deny them. While it does give her the positive push she needs, her father’s voice looms in the back of her head.
You’re a waste of space.
You think you’re gonna make it as a singer? You’re pathetic. 
You’re not worth it.
Oh, freedom is mine
And I know how I feel
No one is going to drag her down anymore. When she’s on stage, she’s truly free.
It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
She’s not anyone’s burden, there’s no crushing weight pushing down on her shoulders. She’s light and she might as well just float away.
It's a new life
For me
And I'm feeling good
Yes, I'm feeling good
Good, good
YN puts her hands on her cheeks at the sight of all three judges on their feet, clapping along with the rest of the cheering crowd. 
“You are truly incredible.”
“You are absolutely amazing. Well done!”
“Everyone is going to remember the name YN because you are going to be a star.”
She might as well have just passed out right then and there (thank God she didn’t) when she receives all three yeses. 
Harry watches as she runs into Louis’s arms. He lifts her from the ground and gives her a spin, both of them laughing in giddiness.
Was it dumb for him to think that she’d run into his arms too? That he’d be right there next to her, congratulating her and telling her how talented she is? He had no doubt in his mind that she could sing given the way she saw her perform last year with her band, but this was on a whole other level. She’s unworldly, he thinks.
...
Harry comes off the stage with a bright smile and he’s immediately surrounded by his family. His mum is a blubbering mess, happy tears trickle down her face and she embraces her son. Over his mum’s shoulder and in the midst of bodies around him, he spots YN in the background. She’s talking with other girls who auditioned today. 
After hugging his sister and his other supporters, he makes his way over to her. YN catches his gaze and the second he sees her lips tugging up in a smile, it’s immediately covered up by an unlikely familiar face.
“Harry!” The prissy girl from earlier gives him the widest smile he’s ever seen. She bats her eyelashes at him and her smile turns to a flirty one. “You did such an amazing job at your audition. I was thinking maybe we can hang out a bit after this. Maybe grab something to eat?”
Brea places a hand on his arm and he’s almost repulsed by the action. He’s a little weirded out by it. Aside from the fact that she was clearly only interested in him for his singing, he’d normally feel flattered and flirt back. He’d take her offer and let her inflate his ego further.
But he doesn’t. He doesn’t want her. 
“Eh, thanks. But maybe some other time.” He feels a bit sad when he sees her face deflate but that quickly goes away when she gives him a roll of her eyes and stomps away. When he finally maneuvers himself around her, the curls on top of his head shake around when he doesn’t see her in her previous spot.
He feels a poke in his shoulder and when he turns around, all the wind seems to get knocked out of his chest as the sight of her. 
“Hey.” She gives him a soft smile and has to resist from reaching out to pull her in for a kiss.
Man, what was wrong with him?
“Hi.” He sighs out and YN has the urge to reach out and poke at his dimples.
Man, what was wrong with her? 
Since when did she become so lovey dovey to a boy she just met?
“Congrats on getting through to the next round. I expect nothin’ less from the winner of Battle of the Bands.”
“Well, I didn’t get all three yeses like you did.” He says sheepishly only to be met with a rightful shake of her head.
“Fook that judge for saying that. He doesn’t even know what he’s talking about. And your mum seems really happy for yeh so that's a plus.”
Harry looks back to see his family all very giddy and happy as they talk to some other families who also had their kids auditioning that day.
“Yeah, I told them not to wear those silly t-shirts. It’s kinda embarrassing.”
“S’not. S’nice to have y’family support you. To show everyone that they care about you and y’dreams. It’s pretty fooking cool.” YN presses her thumb down on her fingers to crack them. Despite her being discreet about it, he notices it almost instantly. He doesn’t point it out or anything but he does wish he could take her hand in his to calm down her nerves. “Hey listen, so this is gonna sound really stupid but is it alright if I take a photo with you?”
“Of course! I mean, I should be asking to take a photo with you. Um, I mean, w-why?” He lets out a breathy chuckle. YN takes a hold of his hand and tugs him over to where her family group is at.
“It’s so I can say I met you before you became famous. Because after what yeh just did, you’re totally gonna be.” 
“Your boyfriend won’t be upset with us doing this?”
YN only furrows her eyebrows in confusion. “Boyfriend?” But then she follows Harry’s gaze to Louis who’s talking to his mum in a group of people. And he just wants to hide away in a supply closet when she snorts out a laugh. He’s so embarrassed already that he can’t stand his crush laughing at him. 
“Louis? He’s definitely not m’boyfriend. We grew up together, more like an annoying ass older brother than anything. And even if he was, why would he get upset? S’not like we’re gonna make out in front of him or anythin’. Louis!”
Harry thinks he might look like a tomato at this point. She just...says anything she wants without any regrets, her bluntness is both uncomfortable and refreshing at the same time. It's addicting hearing her talk. She can say whatever she wants and it just sounds like music to his ears.
After explaining everything to Louis, he gives the curly headed lad a smile. “Hey, mate."
Well, at least it’s nice to know that there’s no need for him to get jealous over the guy she sees as a brother.
“Hi, m'Harry. Your audition was really great. Love the Plain White T’s.”
"Thanks and same to yeh. Y’gave a real good performance out there. Little miss YN over here wouldn't shut up about yo—”
"Okay, that's enough outta you." YN grits her teeth at her best friend who has his hands up in defense, a knowing smile on his face. Harry's not going to lie, hearing that she was talking about him and seeing the tiniest hint of pink on her cheeks makes his heart soar out of his chest and burst into fireworks.
“Alright,” Louis brushes his hair away from his eyes before bringing his mum’s camera to his face. “Let’s see some smiles, yeah? Talking to you, YN.”
She flips him off with a tight lipped smile before standing next to Harry again.
Harry hesitantly puts a hand on her back. He doesn't know what to do with his other hand so he just leaves it by his side. Meanwhile, YN swigs her arm around the tops of his shoulders, pulling him down to her height and hugs him tight. His dimples dig into his cheeks again as he’s basically cheek to cheek with her.
He can certainly get used to this.
 “3...2...1!” 
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I need more punk Arthur in my life😭
So I got hit by a ton of fucking bricks, and I have NO idea where this came from except I was having a lot of feelings about my brothers. They're little fuckers, and my usual with the NA bros or the wee Anzacs didn't go anywhere, so.... 2.5k of feelsy Arthur and Rhys just SPRANG out of me like fucking English language amoebic dysentery. Like I am genuinely going to be trying to figure out how this happened in therapy after the holiday. What in fuck. this better not flop because my ancestors are spinning like fucking tops in their snowy graves. fuck I need a shower and a fucking exorcism. WHERE DID THIS COME FROM.
But also, @rebelsandtherest, you deserve a nice treat so come get your fucken lads. Also, here on ao3. Don't ask me when it's set it could be any time between 1975 and 2022, I don't fucken know either. And if the England stans want to have a row over it, just know I have no fucking idea whats going on either. tw for discussion of drugs, alcohol, benders, STDs, bad piercings, ill-advised tattoos and unprotected sex, emotional constipation, and disturbing levels of general Britishness that lowkey gave my french ass hives to write.
Contemporary Era
Cardiff, Cymru.
"How much of what did you snort or shoot up before this happened?" Rhys took tweezers on hand and gestured to the obviously infected safety pin rammed straight through Arthur's ear, woven through the cartilage a worrying amount of times.
"Bold of you to assume I remember." Despite the cost in holes, he gave a shit-eating grin, obviously content with his bender. "I don't even remember getting on the train. Last I knew I'm closer to Heathrow than I am the house and I think, 'Aye, haven't seen Rhys in a moment' and next thing I know, I'm in your loo."
He shouldn't have asked. He shouldn't have been surprised. But he sighed anyway. "I've said it before, and I'll say it again, the navy getting rid of the tot was the worst thing that ever happened to you."
Arthur gave a gentle sound of agreement, swaying in his perch on the shut toilet seat, closing his eyes against what Rhys would have bet a year's salary was a fierce wave of nausea. He was now dressed in joggers, socks, and an oversized rugby shirt that hardly fit Rhys when his winter body appeared. It hung off his brother's shoulders and made him look young and slender, like an Arthur who would still listen to the old stories Rhys told him rather than the one who had anglicized them and, in turn, held his children in rapture by the fireplace. Rhys cuffed him gently around the other side of his head, a love tap to keep him still and tutted.
"I suppose it's commendable there's just this mess instead of you stumbling home after three years abroad with scurvy and six types of intestinal parasites like you used to."
"Oh, God, don't mention intestines." Arthur groaned. He inhaled; in anyone else, it would have been only that, an inhale. But the move was practically a gag in his brother, and Rhys knew it. If the collective hangover of what seemed to be a solid week of drink (at least judging by the stink of him when Rhys had let him through the door) hadn't knocked the life from him before, now it seemed too completely.
"If you're going to be sick, do it now, love. Because that's got to come out before you sleep, or you'll wake up in the morgue with lock jaw on the death notice."
"There's nothing in me to bring up," Arthur said, bracing himself on the sink with grim resignation.
"Right then," Rhys said. "On three." He smoothed down his brother's straw-coloured hair, still damp from the shower. "One." And on his next breath, he ripped out the offending not-earring. And like he'd pulled the pin from a grenade and not his poor whinging cunt of a brother, there was an explosion of gagging, coughing and cursing that only got louder as Rhys doused a face flannel in hot water and laid it over the problem at hand. He gave the ear a squeeze with it and let the heat relax everything as much as it could.
A few pinches to get the worst of the fluid out, more profanity, and unexpectedly, Rhys felt Arthur topple. He barely managed to sweep the begonia and books off the dusty chair that held his bathroom reading before he sat and let Arthur collapse with the good side of his head on Rhys left knee.
"For Christ's sake." Rhys tutted. "You're still high, aren't you?"
He didn't answer, but eyes shut and looking an inch from death, Arthur had the smug look of a well-fed cat. He'd obviously had fun, whatever he'd done. Rhys shook his head. Hopeless. Four children, two thousand years, two world wars, and Arthur was still Arthur. As bad as a tomcat. When the ear was as pliable as it was going to get and all the rust and grime was removed from the skin, Rhys picked up the bottle of peroxide.
"This might sting a bit."
Arthur eyed the bottle suspiciously. "Is that.... strictly needed?"
"It this or I take you to A&E,"
"That feels rather dramatic."
"Do you want to get tetanus the week before Christmas? Fancy one of your spawn scraping you off the floor again when you keel over keks first on the good tourtière?"
"... No."
"Then don't be chopsy with me and hold still." He tilted Arthur's head up and propped it on a towel so the peroxide would flow the way he wanted after pooling on the shell of his ear. Quick as you please, he flipped the cap on, and dumped chemicals out.
Arthur bucked and cursed because he always did when no one else was around to give him reason to hold his lip stiff. Keeping hold of what he was doing, Rhys instinctively cradled Arthur's head. A spare hand cupped his neck like a newborn, and Rhys had the bizarre feeling of when he was one of three siblings, their mother told him to mind the baby's head when it was his turn to hold the tiny, squawling bastard mother kept so carefully wrapped up. He held Arthur like that now, shushing and holding him fast. Arthur cursed him up and down for it, striking the counter weakly.
He laughed as Arthur's profanity came to a halt and he only seemed half-conscious. "Fuck me, mate. I think you just told me to go fuck myself with a tree in Cumbrian."
Arthur hummed weakly, lolling against Rhys. "Did I?"
"So you did," Rhys wiped some of the sweat off Arthur's brow and looked at the mess of the ear, gingerly lifting the fabric. "You're lucky this wasn't worse."
"Hmm," Arthur replied noncommittally. He'd gone a bit pale and seemed nearing the end of his tolerance for general and liver abuse.
"Are you going to go down swinging if I go and try to find you some paracetamol and dioralyte?"
"Can I have some whiskey?"
"No."
"Fine." Another noncommittal noise. The absence of cranky insults was as good an admission a pain as any.
"Bloody hurts, does it? Must if you're being reasonable."
"You're... Reasonable." Arthur retorted lamely, his eyes shutting and the weight on Rhys' body increasing as he got closer to sleep.
"Yes, I am." He chuckled. "Christ alive, you're still high." Rhys shook his head. "Idiot."
"Only a little." Arthur still hadn't opened his eyes, but he tapped Rhys on the forearm and squeezed. "Oh... er... now might be a good time to mention..."
"Lord, what'd you do?"
"Might have a tattoo I don't remember getting... or where I got it."
"And let me guess, there's not a licensing board in the Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland that can vouch for the cleanliness of the needles."
"... Maybe."
Rhys groaned. "I take it back. I miss the scurvy. At least back then, bloody malaria did me a solid and took care of the venereal disease with you. Is the tattoo at least something good this time?"
"Stratocaster." He said, tapping his thigh to indicate to right from above his knee to his hip, awkwardly bent on the toilet still.
"Jesus Christ. You're going to the clinician in the morning. I can practically see the bacteria. And if you're going to make a habit of this shit again, you're going on PreP."
"On what?"
"We'll discuss it in the morning. Come on, get your sorry arse off my shitter already. " He heaved Arthur up by the shoulders. Grateful he'd only ever gotten an inch on Rhys and not half as much as his Welsh bulk, he kicked a stack of mail off one of the mismatched chairs and threw his brother down. "You're eating whatever I put in front of you and going to bed, and if you've scuttled off again before seeing a doctor, I'm telling Lilibet."
"You wouldn't dare."
"Try me, you miserable fuck." Rhys chirped, flicking the kettle on and ducking into the fridge to remove leftovers. He smeared some on bread and whacked it into the oven, and dumped a bowl into a pot as Arthur practically melted into a fat fucking mug of tea and a handful of painkillers. Twenty minutes later, he looked significantly perkier as they each had a bowl of cawl and a few slices of welsh rarebit in front of them.
"Bugger me that's..." Arthur looked surprised, blinking when he stabbed a bit of leek into his mouth and had a pleasant human sensation while not off his tits on a litany of substances. Funny how the human senses worked.
"Actually food, yes. Shocking." Rhys replied.
"Lamb?"
"What do I look like? A heathen?" Rhys laughed. "What the fuck else would it be?"
"No, no. It's lamb. I know its lamb. But its... Oooohoo, fuck me, mate. That's from New Zealand."
"The fuck it is."
"The fuck it isn't."
"How on earth can you tell that?"
"The entire island made its living shearing sheep since before I was born and I have two children who have more sheep than people!" Arthur replied, incredulous. "How could I not?"
If only the man ever talked to his children like a normal person. Rhys thought and sighed. "New Zealand lamb was on sale."
"No, it wasn't. It probably had better marbling. I'd bet a tenner it was the best on the rack. You're a right fuckin snob, and you know it."
"Listen here, you little shit." Rhys shook his head. The stones on his brother, honestly. "You haven't got any room yourself on that front."
"When was the last time I turned up my nose at food?" Arthur said.
"The last time your son made burgers?"
"I did not. The pineapples are a lovely addition. Quite fond of the beetroot as well, truth be told."
"Not that one. The other one."
"Ah, Alfred. He put peanut butter on it. On a burger."
"Did it look that bad, or were you hungover?"
"That's irrelevant."
"Picky, picky." Rhys laughed. "Still as fussy as when you got cranky over us going and making you put any fruit we picked in the basket instead of your face."
"Oi, fuck you." Arthur gestured flippantly with the spoon, but it had no real heat to it.
"Can't blame you." Rhys laughed. "You've always been a half step from scurvy."
"I have not."
"World's largest maritime empire, and if I didn't make you eat an orange every time I saw you, you'd keel over dead with that hole from waterloo wide open and poor Matthew having his third worst day that week. You've always been a terrible eater. Even bit mum when you were still on the tit."
He had no retort for that and went a little soft, something sad melting around his eyes that rarely did.
"Did I always make her miserable?" He asked, the words as quiet as his voice ever got. He fixated on a bit of leek on his fork, staring at it like it'd shot one of his children, and he was about to take its head off in the course of dinner.
"No." Rhys cleared his throat, summoning his earliest memories. Everything from before Mother's death was a little faded in colour in his mind, like the waves of the centuries had stolen a bit of the vibrancy. But the sounds were untouched. He could hear even words he couldn't remember knowing and didn't understand now if he conjured them. "No, you made her happy too. You always wanted to run, even before you could crawl. She'd chase after you laughing because you'd yell like a hellion even when you lost your footing and tumbled down a bit of the hill fort and ruined your tunic. You almost went careening into the water trough once, and she had to take off her cloak and plunge her arm to the elbow, searching around for your torc, and you yelled at each other, laughing your heads off for half an hour until she found it, dried it off and clamped it back on you."
Arthur still stared at the bit of leek, but something about his face had eased, and he shovelled it into his face, still not making eye contact.
"Saying you only ever made her miserable is the same as saying Alfred only made you miserable. Precisely untrue." Rhys said, pushing another piece of rarebit at him. "Eat that; it's Gloucestershire cheese this time."
"Thank you," Arthur said, looking up to accept the food and meaning much more than that.
"Course," Rhys said, clearing his throat and ducking his own cheese toast into the broth. "Can't have you half starved to death when your spawn invades for Christmas. Alfred's already half convinced you're a half-step and a communist program jump from starvation."
"After all this, again?" Arthur sighed. "He still thinks everything is communism."
"It's just how he shows he cares." Rhys said, diplomatically. "Do you want more?"
"You're going to have to roll me back into the gutter as it is."
"It's where you belong." Rhys grinned but deposited their bowls into the washing-up basin and offered his brother his hands. "C'mon, spare beds made up and it doesn't even smell like wet Scotchman."
"Is that better or worse than wet sheep?" Arthur took his arms and let him swing him to his feet.
"Oh, when he's been in the Buckfast? Worse. Almost as bad as you when you've been in the... what was it this time? Black tar heroin and gin?" They stumbled down the hallway. "I could smell you before I opened the door. Eau de homeless."
"Your guess is as good as mine." Arthur yawned and slumped bonelessly on the bed.
"Do I have to check you for track marks in the morning?"
He got a noncommittal grunt, sleepy and fading. There was a boneless thump as Arthur met the mattress, and Rhys made a note to check his pulse in the morning. Idiot.
Rhys sighed and threw the duvet over Arthur's prone body. He curled into it like a child. He stood there a long moment. Two millennia of watching him curl onto his side when he was safe, when he was home, when he was himself and safe and within reach. He swallowed something and, needing to do more, pulled another blanket off the end of the bed and tucked it around the gremlin, now hugging his knees, one hip twisted up out of alignment. He'd never understood how Arthur could sleep like that. He paused there.
"You know you could talk to me instead of going off the rails like this. You're my brother, and I do love you, you arseclown."
"Dw i’n lyfio chdi." Came the words, unexpected and sudden as a beam of sunshine in their weather. Rhys stared into the darkness for a long moment, stunned. Of course the bastard used the version with the English loanword. Rhys grinned. Cunt. He stopped a moment, brushing his fingers through the same straw-like hair he'd brushed his hand through for his entire life without knowing what to do with the baby, and then the boy and then the man it'd always belonged to.
"I love you too,"
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improperingenue · 1 year
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Our school is doing Tom Stoppard's Dogg's Hamlet as our one act, and in honor of sectionals I wanted to share three things without context:
We are sadly not allowed to speak in Queen's English even though we are being called 'lads', looking for a lorry, and waving Union Jacks
I am living my best life being killed by Hamlet four (4) times, and
Our director wants to open the show with Frank Sinatra's My Way and end it with the Sex Pistol's version, and if you haven't heard it, it is Something
Yep that's all we stan Tom Stoppard
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mi4011dilumwarakagoda · 11 months
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Exercise: Biography about yourself
(Third Attempt)
THE BOY WHO DREW 
          “When you’re a designer, you’re basically a god in the world of your own making,” he said. 
    I was about to make my way through the 9th floor of a campus building called AOD. There I found myself an interesting subject, working on a laptop at a class. Hello, there: I’m Ivan Stone and I was in a building campus called AOD, to write an article about the future designers of a little-known island named Sri Lanka. “Damn it!” He spoke. There I was surprised that he didn’t curse in his mother tongue. That day I might have met a designer who had a whole different perspective about design. 
“Hello, there, young champ,” I started as I approached him. He looked back at me, surprised and clearly had the impression that he didn’t know what do to. “Uh, Hi,” he waved. I looked at his laptop, and I wasn’t surprised to see the software Krita opened and a character moving his head slightly. He looked like as if he hit a brick wall. When I asked about the character, he said, “Oh, just working on an animation here. I’m still figuring out on how to do the spacing and timing.” He clearly knew what his errors were and was trying his best to solve them. 
This future animator’s name was Dilum Warakagoda. Born on the 4th of January of the year 2006, he was such a young lad to join the AOD. There we sat together, since it was only me and him in the class. We got to talk, and I had my questions answered. Clearly, the boy knew design and English very well. The young animator was from a faraway town called Yakkala. His mother worked at the Central Bank and his father was a former Brigadier in the Sri Lankan Army. He went to a school called Nalanda College that was in Colombo. He had only done O Level exams and he was in AOD. He started drawing ever since he was little, but according to him he was only drawing Dinosaurs. He started drawing humans when he was in 7th grade and improved since then.  
What was more interesting about him was his world creation and character design. He had several characters and was eager to show all of them to me. He already had a book filled with ideas for the world he was about to create. He worked on his drawing skills after the O Levels, during the age of Corona Virus, sitting at his home drawing human figures in different poses. Not long after that, did he learned how to use Photoshop. With that only he managed to make a four-legged creature walk. He finished the foundation course of AOD with perfect scores and managed to go through the Portfolio with no assignment incomplete. Apparently, the lad knows how to plan out his given time.  
“How did you come to be in AOD?” I asked. He smiled and said, “I was drawing a lot of sketches back at home. A designer my sister brought home saw my work and said that I should do Motion Graphics. Until then I never knew that I could do animation. That’s because people here on this little island don’t really care about such things. I’ve got the idea that I could bring my characters to life.” 
“Why did you join AOD? Why did you wanted to become an animator?” I asked and I’ve got the answer, “I had many Idols in my life. At first, I wanted to be a writer just like Rick Riordan or Adam Blade. Before that I wanted to become an Archeologist like Alan Grant from Jurassic Park. But now, I want to make a world, a whole universe through animation just like Stan Lee did. He brought his artwork to life through great story telling. That is why I’m here: To be a great storyteller and bring my characters to life. I can make my own studio or at best join Ubisoft. I have always loved their games: Their Assassin’s Creed Franchise is my favorite. I have always had an interest in history...”  
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skzingitup · 2 years
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ALBUM REWVIEW TIME AGAIN LADS
The devil works fast but the kpop industry works faster
Today I am reviewing TWICE’s new album Between 1&2 with the title track Talk that talk. I actually do Stan TWICE and my bias is Chae 💛
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First of all the musics video is amazing, the girl look amazing 😭 but yeah music time 👹
TALK THAT TALK - 8/10 - twice have come to be very known and good at having these retro sounding songs with strong baselines and I love that they’ve stuck to it but also switched it up at the same time. This sound really does suit them. Like all twice songs the rap can feel a little weird but it doesn’t feel shoehorned in like other title tracks from them. The chorus is so fun and catchy I love it ✨
QUEEN OF HEARTS - 9/10 - from snippets heard this one was my most anticipated. ROCK from TWICE?!! Amazing show stopping!! This is something not heard from them before and I’m loving it. Wait is this all English?? If so hell yeah!! Dude Jeongyong’s vocal tone suits this song so well. this bridge is heavenly 😭
BASICS - 8/10 - our chae participated in writing this one!! Ooo!! This is groovy. More stripped back this is some of their best rap work ever actually. It feels so natural in the song!! The simple soundscape for this one really works and it feels nostalgic, given the theme of this album I think nostalgia is gonna be a present sound and I really like that!!
TROUBLE -6/10 - strong start from Jihyo and Jihyo also participated in writing for this one!!😩 ooo this is even more groovy, playing with the strong baseline again!! This deffo feels like early 2010s music but in the best way possible. Although I’m not sure how often or if I would replay this one!! Not my thing I don’t think. But not bad!!
BRAVE - 7/10 - ooo the syth tunes in this are cool!! Another funky sounding song. This song feels so familiar?? Like I’ve heard it before but obvs I haven’t, I wonder if they sampled something that would be cool!! But yeah this has some nice vocals and another more ladies back song!! If Mina is gonna do anything, she is gonna slay a bridge!!
GONE - 7/10 - ooo!! Strings!! Is that string instruments I hear?!! Ooo wait they stripped it back. Ooo this is interesting. I do not know my music techniques or genres at all but it sounds like a trap beat?? If anyone listens to this and know more about music pls tell me if that’s right 👹 I cant describe it but I do really like this song, it’s something new I’ve not heard from twice before or from anyone actually. I quite like it!!
When we were kids - 6/10 - pop ballad type song!! Gotta have one on a kpop album!! It’s nice tho!! Dahyun participated in writing this one!! It’s a really sweet song, not my style tho unfortunately but it’s deffo not a bad song!!
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these are my friends
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/eL6ltdI by TheSpaceCryptid What if Sai, Christian and Otis decided to stand up to Harry earlier? Words: 1885, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Heartstopper (Webcomic), Heartstopper (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen, M/M Characters: Sai Verma, Nicholas "Nick" Nelson, Charles "Charlie" Spring (Heartstopper), Otis Smith | Omar, Christian McBride (Heartstopper), Harry Greene Relationships: Nicholas "Nick" Nelson/Charles "Charlie" Spring, Nicholas "Nick" Nelson & Sai Verma, Christian McBride & Otis Smith | Omar & Sai Verma, Christian McBride & Nicholas "Nick" Nelson, Nicholas "Nick" Nelson & Otis Smith | Omar Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Attempt at Humor, Some Humor, Friendship, Boys Will Be Boys, But in the best way possible, no beta we die like imogen's dog, S1E7 alt ending, Canon-Typical Homophobia, we stan supportive friends, what i wish happened in this ep, POV Outsider, POV Sai Verma - Freeform, rugby lads, author is not British read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/eL6ltdI
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bsd characters except it's conversations/things me and my friends have said
Dazai: everybody attack Atsushi he's suppressing his emotions again
Junichiro: I mean?? same?? but yeah let's focus on Atsushi
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Atsushi: Akutagawa is threatening me send help
Dazai: I mean what else is new-
Kunikida, from a distance: yeah not surprising
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Yosano: shakespeare was bi, yes, but the bi was short for bitch.
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Akutagawa, running in a hallway: aye you can't get rid of shit.
Atsushi, following him: it's me, I'm shit.
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Ranpo: I just choked on ramen and felt it in my nose.
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Dazai to Elise: why do you laugh like a child- oh wait.
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Kenji: does british count as a language?
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Kunikida: no one likes mushrooms until like college but they're really good.
Atsushi: I like mushrooms
Kunikida: so we do have someone with taste in this agency
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Dazai: AYO. OK BUT THAT WASN'T GAY.
Chuuya: yeah, it's not gay if you didn't see it
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Gin: bruh the trump stans are taking it too far
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Q: CRYPTIDS ARE ABOVE GENDER!!! MOTHMAN IS NONBINARY!!
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Kyouka to Atsushi: I'm going to be honest with you right now I have no idea what the fuck it is that we're supposed to be doing but like hell I'm going to admit that
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Fyodor: I wanna be Russia's big daddy
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Q: I'll just pour apple juice in a shot glass and pretend it's tequila
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Mori: children die everywhere!
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Kouyou: there was this girl with a really hot voice but then she started talking about christianity so i just left.
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Atsushi: she also said that I looked gay
Akutagawa: I mean
Akutagawa: she's right
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Kyouka: I'm just gonna chill with my lego baby yoda and pretend i never saw that
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Dazai: I have a ball of aluminium foil I might just choke myself on it
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Chuuya about to use corruption: you've shawtied your last shawty bitch
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Ranpo: *to the tune of money by abba* honey honey honey, where the fuck are you
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Dazai: no. I am a vacuum.
Chuuya, in the distance: that's why you suck
Dazai: yeah well at least I don't swallow, whore
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Hawthorne: God is shining through my window.
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When the ADA watched the dragon prince
Kunikida: why are there so many same-sex couples on this show?
Ranpo: because gay people exist, Kunikida.
Yosano: yeah, don't be a bitch Kunikida.
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Kouyou, drunk off her ass: fuck anxiety, be gay for women
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Atsushi, with the voice of an excited child: iT'S A SQUIRREL AGAIN
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Atsushi: I can see my hair and I look like a lesbian
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Dazai: I knew you weren't straight since you were 2
Akutagawa: how?
Dazai: you were always a fucking fruit.
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Elise: my cat is more gender neutral
Q: I kin that cat
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Nikolai: PACK THE CHICKENS AND UNFASTEN THE SEATS WE RIDE FREE OF THE EXTRA WEIGHT THAT IS OUR HUMANITY AND WE CROSS THE SEVEN OCEAND AND THE 2 SEAS AT DAWN. DONR LET ANYTHING HOLD YOU BACK. THIS IS YOUR MOMENT TO RIOT. MY FRIENDS.MY COLUMNISTS. MY COMRADES. MY RUSSIANS.WE.LEAVE.NOW. OUR TIME IS HERE
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Atsushi: HOW DID I NOT KNOW I LIKED HIM
Atsushi: LIKE HOW DID EVERYONE KNOW BEFORE ME
Dazai: bc you're a dumb gay bitch
Atsushi: fair point
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Dazai: fuck short people and not in the good way
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Kenji: you drenched in pool water dorito
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Naomi: smirks in simp
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Kunikida, talking to the agency: let's face it, we're all just stupid gays
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Ranpo: why do you car turns into lighting mcqueen
Yosano, not even looking up: kachow mamas
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Steinbeck: hi hello I just found Cthulu x reader smut
Francis: who tf is cahtukl
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Chuuya texting Dazai: I HAT =W YOU
Dazai: you hat =w me ok bet
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Dazai: gay (dogatoty)
Atsushi: DOGATOTY??
Ranpo: dogatoty
Yosano: dogatoty
Dazai: NO
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Dazai: hc that bald kurapika is a time traveler
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Fukuzawa: what happened in this damn nightmare of a chat
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Chuuya: Fyodor is definitely homophobic
Dazai: we should all be gay for a day then
Chuuya's closeted ass: yeah,,, haha
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Dazai: "trickshot!" i say as i throw the (closed) lunch container. it in fact was not a trick shot because instead of going in the trashcan it hit my friends arm and exploded everywhere.
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Ranpo: who's my sweet little pigchapm
Ranpo: pig-
Yosano: PIG
Ranpo: MY MISSPELLING DID THAT TO MY SWEET LITTLE PIGCHAMP
Ranpo: MY SLEEP DEPRIVED ASS KEEPS RYLING PIGCHAMO
Ranpo: PIG CHAMO
Ranpo: PIGCHAMP
Yosano: YOU ARE PIG CHANP.
Yosano: CHAMP*
Ranpo: CHAMI
Yosano: pig-chan
Ranpo: NO
Ranpo: yknow what fuck it
Ranpo: "oh pig chan thou eyes shine bright like the mid summer moon and thy thighs are as fat as they come, now make love to me under the moonlight , this holy night before the sun arises and you have to depart for the future" whispered Shakespeare in pig-chans ear
Yosano: I 'OEHHELAHEPP
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Dazai texting the gc at ass in the morning: LOOK YOU KNOW WHAT I KNOW FOR A FACT SHAKESPEARE WOULD USE THE WORD STAN AND THE WORD PUFFERS
Dazai: POGEERS*
Dazai: PEGGERS
Chuuya: PUFFERS
Dazai: POGGERS
Dazai: DAMN IT
Chuuya: shakespeare is my pogchamp
Dazai: PLS
Dazai: "snakspeare is me pogchamo umye lads
Chuuya: what if i pegged shakespeare
Dazai: jail
Dazai: horny jail
Chuuya: #brocken
Dazai: "ah yes shakesapee rhat beard is so hot" moans
Chuuya: write me a poem bitch
Dazai: "talk victorian english to me " moans harder
Ango who supervises the group chat and is the only adult awake: I hate it here.
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samnyangie · 3 years
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Your (un)helpful guide to rsl’s theatre characters
As many of you might have noticed I’m a stan who is obsessed with theatre sphere of Bobby’s career. Yes I proudly can say that I am.
So this is a list of guide and appreciation of theatrical characters Bobby did. It’s mainly for myself really, just for fun sake haha. I don’t know some of them fully so I might got few things wrong and I just pick the ones I love/find it interesting
Eugene Jerome (Brighton Beach Memoirs)
A horny annoying jewish teenager, but so adorable (at least for me), his goals are: being famous baseball player or a famous writer in case the former goal fails(what a back up plan) and see a girl naked in real life, also is your shopping boy for flours, butter and ice cream.
Eugene Marchbanks (Candida)
A young poet in his 19, a hopeless romantic (aka a simp) for a married woman in mid thirties(I have no rights to mock him thoooo), my favourite passive aggressive, foolish, introverted very much obsessed lad. Nominated for tony on 1993
A. E. Housman (The Invention Of Love)
Another hopelessly romantic young poet in the 19th century, but this time, is in love with his best friend and not aggressive. A role he won a tony on 2001 for (as he should!)
Alexandros (When She Danced)
A Greek narcissistic piano prodigy (the first thing he literally say is ‘I’m a prodigy’) who speaks trilingual: English, Greek, Italian (I think). This means Bobby actually played piano (Two pieces of Bach) and spoke Greek and Italian!! Dklsjsmsjskks oh sir I-
Edgar (King Lear)
My (along with puck) Shakespeare bias, this photo explains everything
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Edmund Tyrone (Long Day’s Journey into night)
A dying, fretful, mental young fellow who has family issues and needs desperate (including all of his family) help, nominated for tony on 2003
Don Parritt (The iceman Cometh)
A poor mental teenage fellow who has anarchist mother issues result in a weird obsession on an old man who used to be kind to him when he was a kid… also needs help
Alan Harris (White People)
A liberal college history professor, interested in American slavery history and strong anti-racist, but as his pregnant wife got murdered by a black man, he gets into a conflict between his surfacing hatred and his beliefs, (a play itself is about a 80’s American society on racism, there’re few interviews on this particular play, despite that there’re lack photos;(( I’ll share some at some point)
Alan Hoffman (Prodigal Son)
I saw people joking of it’s being a sequel to dps, in alternative universe where Neil was alive, became a literature teacher guiding the troubled ones, haha and there’s a vague hunch of him being homosexual
Harold Hill (The Music Man)
A smooth talking con man in suittttttttt (white suitssssssss) this video explains everything
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Winthrop (The Music Man)
I barely remember anything about him but all I know was he was so adorable so Bobby’s Winthrop must be insanely aborable
Romeo (Romeo and Juliet)
This photo explains everything 2222222222222
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Dr Valentine (You Never Can Tell)
A helpless romantic dentist in love for a girl he just met and doesn’t know what’s going on
Gimpty (Dead End)
A street gang kid from ghetto, has a limp so always walks with a cane (hmmmm doesn’t that remind you of someone…), opportunist to the point of betraying childhood friends
Kenneth Talley Jr (Fifth of July)
A gay Vietnam war veteran, has paraplegic leg due to the war, carry a medical walking stick thing(I don’t know the proper name for it;;3), used to had a thing for his friend
Peter (At home At the Zoo)
Your average nice good pacifist family man but (((spoiler alert))) commits murder when it comes to a bench spot
Henry Higgins (Pygmalion)
A frantic, hot headed British phonetic professor known for his elegant eloquence such as ‘you squashed cabbage leaf’, forces an oblivious flower girl into his weird game then get backfired (honestly it’s so funny I love Eliza)
Tom Wingfield (Glass Menagerie)
This photo explains everything 3333333333333333333333333333333
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Gar (private) (Philadelphia, Here I Come!)
An Irish inner sardonic alter ego of the actual Gar (Public), unseen by everyone except Gar(Public), obnoxious and chatty usually says stuff which… shouldn’t be said (imagine Bobby speaking in Irish accent haha)
King Richard III (Richard III)
A king who is a dominant tyrant but loves his queen
King Arthur (Camelot)
A king who isn’t a dominant tyrant and loves his queen + sing
Atticus Finch (To Kill A Mocking Bird)
A southern lawyer with strong morals, taken a defence case of wrongfully accused young black man of r**e (I really need to read the book)
Christopher Morcom (Breaking the code)
(FINALLYYYYY) a best friend who a gay genius protagonist is in love for (it’s based on the life of Alan Turing)
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ellsey · 2 years
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I'm watching Diana the Musical so you don't have to
None of this makes sense
Was Diana really into pop?
I see you making Camilla look so much older though
These accents are...something
The real star of this show is that cello player bopping while Diana fake plays the cello
Oh no, I'm really into Prince Charles doing the robot
"Better than a Guinness, better than a wank" A+ lyrics
Lawd this chorus is never off stage how exhausting
Nooooo now the chorus is trying Welsh accents
Nevermind they dropped them pretty quickly
"A baby? So quickly?" Oh honey this musical is moving at breakneck speeds
Two verses later she had Harry yo
"How 'bout for a start don't act like a tart Diana!" I liked you better when you were doing the robot Charles
Camilla keeps referring to Charles as a handsome prince which is a choice
The Queen hates Charles even in this musical yikes
So I guess the last song in the first act was implying that Diana got famous just for being pretty? Harsh
NOOOOOOOOO JAMES HEWITT COMES ON STAGE SHIRTLESS SQUEALING HIS NAME ROCK AND ROLL STYLE
And making so many horse related innuendos
Also they barely tried to make this actor's hair red
"James Hewitt...did do it...in our princess's bed" THESE ARE ACTUAL LYRICS
"Who knew that a commissioned lad would give me more than I've ever had" I AM SCREAMING
There are now 2 beds on stage for Camilla/Charles and James/Diana
THERE WAS ONLY ONE STAGE
But also I'm kind of into Camilla/James now thanks
Stop making all 4 of them sing songs together if you're not going to get them all together
Diana is anti-Thatcher though so we stan
This scene where she's visiting AIDS patients is trying so hard to be Rent
"I'm sick but not blind" "Although my eyeliner's run low" This scene loses effectiveness when they start throwing in every gay stereotype they can
But also Diana promising to send a case of eyeliner is apparently what convinced them all to take pics with her even though they were afraid because they weren't out to their families and such
"It's the 'Thrilla in Manila' but with Diana and Camilla" HAAAAAAAAAAA
IT'S A SING OFFFFFFFFFFFFFF
We were all the losers unfortunately
Did Charles really want a daughter? That seems odd.
Ngl these harmonies in the song where Diana spills the secrets are tight
"No Windsor has ever admitted to having a mistress before" operative word there being admitted
These melodies never go anywhere. They just repeat like 4 measure over and over.
An entire song about Diana's "eff-you" dress I kid you not
Diana is trying to get the Queen to break free now too? What a rebel.
"She never complained. She was good English stock" lolol
Oh Diana gets an Evita moment
Diana sings this very hopeful song and then all of a sudden it's like oops she died
Flashing light warning at the end it's pretty bad
Every actor in this show is too good for it
I'm going to go watch Smash
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marimopeace · 3 years
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there's a limit on how much you can be an isekai intellectual...
a bunch of analyses have been popping up before me all day so i wanted to throw my hat into the ring. all love to ppl who are exercising their creative minds + ppl like geoff here who just talk about these things because of fan interest but i feel like there reaches a point where exploring the "types" of isekai is pointless? i've seen ppl list out the different types of villainess revenge isekai or fantasy mmorpg isekai but eh why fit them all into separate boxes like that?
i think it's easier to think of isekai as a "type" (genre) of itself with only two categories: 1) a focus on isekai (lit. another world) 2) tensei (lit. to be reborn). this allows for a variety of applications and thus tropes that ppl see so many trends of!
with isekai - in another world
you see everything from:
pure fantasy (inuyasha, digimon wait maybe not the best example but in my childhood mind i count digimon as pure fantasy, fushigi yugi)
mmorpg inspired fantasy/adventure (.hack//legend of twilight, sao ugh, log horizon, overlord (LOVE OVERLORD!)
otome game-esque worlds >>> this is where it gets complicated with "villainess routes" since i admit there are multiple villainess tropes but this is why it's nice to not think of this as a "sub-type/genre" bc it frees you from those complications! (the saint's magic power is omnipotent, the white cat's revenge as plotted from the dragon king's lap soso cute!, the savior's book cafe in another world, i'm a villainous daughter so i'm going to keep the last boss wait i can't remember if she's reborn in this one lmaooo see this is why rules make everything hard)
with tensei storylines - being reincarnated/reborn in another world as *insert character/role*
you see...
the same tropes!!
pure fantasy (a returner's magic should be special, reminiscence adonis, the lady and the beast, light and shadow, i can't think of a manga off the top of my head for this ah)
mmorpg inspired fantasy/adventure (so i'm a spider so what i stan kumoko so hard, her majesty's swarm, can't name another off the top of my head ah i hate lists shorter than two things...)
self-insert based games/novels (fiance's observation log of a self-proclaimed villainess, who made me a princess, death is the only ending for the villainess, the villainess wants to marry a commoner, honestly games vs novels are different applications but i'm not in the headspace to try to remember a bunch of both lol)
*insert line break to give random ppl a break from scrolling but tl; dr just enjoy things for what they are no need to micro analyze*
similar variations occur in both genres (if ppl want to be super technical i guess i'm arguing that isekai itself is a massive genre that has the "another world" subgenre and "reincarnation" subgenre tl; dr) so i think it's honestly a huge pain to try to separate all these trends into so many different types of stories. for me personally it's easier to not get overwhelmed by this gigantic umbrella of "isekai" that spans light novels, manhwa, manga, and mobile games by just stripping each story down into its trademark tropes (aka character archetypes, story structures) and slapping "oh this is a person going to a world that's not ours" and "this person gets reborn as blank in another world". none of this "omg this power fantasy is such a this kind of isekai moment" or "there are 14 different types of villainess revenge stories and this series fits into this" bc AH labels! limitations! circle-jerks via ppl trying to compartmentalize everything and sound smart for leaving a comment on story analysis instead of ooh-ahhing over a character's face! dividing things into light novel manga vs manga vs korean manhwa ft. female characters!
the last bit is mainly why i feel frustrated by ppl's insistence to group everything?
the video linked at the beginning of the post (honestly good video essay, i enjoyed it, i just kept thinking in my head the whole time "marimo these are tropes do not take the genre talk literally") has a baby comment thread talking about "korean isekai manhwas" as a genre featuring nothing but reincarnated villainess' and i can't.
like i cannot acknowledge that as a genre of any sort. the energy i felt reading through some of those insights takes me back to 2012 when all yt americans discovered k-pop and deemed all korean music k-pop from then on! (ppl still do this now, yes you are seen and don't talk to me pls i don't like you. k-pop is korean pop music and nothing less and nothing more. take a few seconds and try to parse apart aspects of korean culture instead of slamming everything into a monolithic label that has the letter k and a hyphen.) it feels so odd to see a bunch of young ppl on ig and tiktok acknowledge korean media that happens to be in the form of a webtoon as "oh stories all about young girls becoming villains in stories they made/played" bc it feels so reductive u.u
(positionality disclaimer that i'm praying isn't actually necessary: i am a 3rd-generation korean of japanese descent do not fite me i am exhausted irl of ppl asking for validation/verification bc massive shove off.)
breaking news! korean manhwa...is just as multifaceted as japanese manga...bc how can comics as an art-form not have multiple genres...huh such a shocker?!?! same likely applies to media in other parts of the world like chinese manhwa and french comics--not my place to explain either of those i just know those industries exist bc of wakfu and donghua shows by Tencent.
at the end of the day it's not like analyzing any kind of isekai is wrong--absolutely not!! i think it can be super fun to think about how isekai elements complicate a story (MCs trying to go back home, ppl from the og world, reincarnation plot-twists) or maybe even bash a series for including some kind of other world element when they could have just written a super fun fantasy.
insert marimo's brief ramble that hey you can get sick of truck-kun's hitting disillusioned guys who happen to be super duper smart or girls who happen to be master chefs/craftsmen but transporting a fully-grown being into a fantasy setting is the ultimate cheat code for making mundane modern technology seem cool and overpowered, and being reincarnated as a fully grown person in a world with a pre-made story/game set-up completely bypasses the need for an author to slowly flesh out world-building in a natural progression so isekai is actually a really smart writing tool it's just that there are some series where the author didn't use it well at all and it's cheesy or clearly isekai was misused as a vehicle for character/story development and it was pointless *DEEP BREATH OUT*
in this essay i will argue...lol i am such a culture studies major!! if i were an english major i would be talking all about writing but here i am having a side-tangent about world-building via someone being reborn wow i love this for me (don't get me started on when an author has someone reincarnate as a baby and the story is mostly them having warm fluffy moments with their family--typically father figures--and getting lots of powers i could and would and probably will rant about east asian toxicity)
but anyway am i crazy????? like yes for being passionate about the technical use of a word like genre (i am a scorpio rising let me be fussy pls) but i don't think it's a lot to ask for ppl to not unironically see "villainess revenge isekai" as the definition of korean manhwa.
idk as someone who resonates with why japanese isekai is so popular domestically + why a lot of korean manhwa feat. the same tropes (it's not for great reasons lads it's actually depressing tbh) i'm just starting to feel kind of pained by the generalization and need to separate "cute japanese girl in an otome game"/"japanese boy finds a harem in another world" from "korean girl dies and comes back as a villainess" bc they are just! applications to the same story device!!
recommendations for any who makes it this far down below <3
// also gladly recommend any of the examples i've listed in the above rant as i've read/watched all of them and adore them v much! //
save me princess
super refreshing fantasy manhwa ft. a princess and her ex-boyfriend having to save the world!
the beginning after the end
an AMERICAN web novel turned into a comic (but see it being not korean/japanese doesn't really matter when you just consider isekai as a genre...isn't it nice to not overthink it?) ft. a super-powerful wizard king reincarnated into another world and starting from scratch--gives mushoku tensei vibes but huge twists!
the reason why raeliana ended up at the duke's mansion
love love LOVE this story--read the title and you'll learn how this girl reincarnated as the character raeliana in a book gets married to a duke!
trash of the count's family
such a good novel!! a guy gets reborn as a lazy oaf and he takes the hero of the story under his wing...plot twists come up later on!
this time i will definitely be happy!
v good and refreshing for a shorter series! she's been reborn 3 times and remembers every time the hero's stabbed her in the back, and now she just wants to break up with him!
silver diamond
older manga but v good adventure w intrigue! a boy who loves plants get sucked into a desert world with demonic lizards and a mysterious bodyguard by his side. shonen-ai not BL but wonderful vibes nonetheless + great side characters!
the princess imprints a traitor
adore everything in this from the world (not in that way this society makes me so angry) to the machinations at play and the dynamic between the fl and ml
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onlydreamofmysoul · 3 years
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So I’m American. In the kitchen today my older sister suddenly exclaimed in an Irish accent how yesterday was lesbian day of visibility and how she hoped Clare (from Derry girls) had a lovely day. I started talking with her in an Irish accent about Ireland and lesbians, as one does, and eventually my mom gets tired of us and-
Mom: it was lesbian visibility day, not Irish visibility day
*gasp*
Me: *still using the accent* I have an Irish friend [u lol] and I’m gonna tell her you said that. AND she’s a lesbian
My sister: *also using the accent* another wee lesbian!!! mum every lesbian is Irish
Me: it’s their country!!!
Our very lesbian mother: no, Greece and the Island of Lesbos is the country of lesbians
My sister: name one Greek lesbian, ever.
Me: Da Gerry stans lesbians 💅
My sister: THATS RIGHT, Da Gerry says lesbian visibility day is EVERY day
Our mom: w h o
😂😂😂😂😂😂😂
Irish da’s be like that. I mean one day I literally was like ‘hey da I’m a fuckin lesbian’ and he was like ‘yeah?? I know? What of it?’
(Clare is the best wee lesbian ugh I love her)
((And let’s not forget the wee gay English lad)
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segernatural · 4 years
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phil's plant tour video but i'm an emotional mess
Instant shaky-cam: dAniel! Hiii!
We love a self-aware plant murderer.
(Sidenote we love a king who gives credit, stan jenna)
P a s s i o n for p l a n t s
The shift in gaze from lens to dan is really wholesome and dan's little camera nod makes me soft
#SPON (also going northern = excited)
THE BUCKET. i lost my mind on the first watch of this part. Fucking hilarious. Also we stan being in on the joke and staring at your soulmate whilst driinking from a literal bucket for the meme
he literally couldnt even keep a straight face. Like. Listen to how softly he says "hydrated" there ok.
Its a very phil shirt, phil.
Foray wow look at that English-language degree being put to use
Dont stroke the cactus phil--
Also he has no idea how to market a cushion but points for trying. We'll all buy it anyway
"Extra ribbing, for a bit of texture, if you like that kinda thing" all while staring like this
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Did i hear that as "furna-tote" wHat
its a bag. Shiny. Leaves. Very phil. He should send one to cristine. But also. I doubt my behemoth of a laptop would fit in there.
Pseudo-appartment tour yeee
"Lets start with this bitch" ok phil tell me how u really feel
"Its the most needy plant ever" so its me
Dan caption: "leave me alone but dont but do" yeahhh
"Trying my best, kinda not succeeding" phil u said shes been living for 2 years under your care. Thats a win
Bean-can. And why does the framing of this shot make me soft.
NORMAN :D why do i always think his tank is larger than that
"Boi" is something i use gender neutrally phil dw
Theres so many shots in here that make me extra soft bc theres something that either reminds me of both of them or just also dan and this is one of them
Casual awards they got together there.
Also how high up are they rn bc jfc phil looks like he is straining upwards, so is dan shooting this above his head? I need answers
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Dan's little nonverbal "imma stop you there"
"Like the hot guy" things like this still make me soft ok. Its been almost a year now since he's officially out and i still get emotional ok shush
Phil thinks terrariums can be mystery and beauty
Angry hand terrarium. Its ok, i still appreciate you hand-terrarium, even if phil doesnt
Casual liquor chilling next to a terrarium
I will die for the zed-zed plant bc it sounds ridiculous the way my country says it
Calling himself a botanist now, we stan growth
Golden pig shall also be in commentary then phil.
Second shot that makes me soft: dan's birthday candle :(((
Nooooo we got a couple dead laddy bois in this terrarium
w e
w e x2
Sideways shot, we stan camera-dan
"Blooming out of my crotch" why. Also why hold it like that.
That "boing" sound effect. Oof. Am uncomfy.😂
That off-camera voice of "i'm not gonna say erect... oh i did"
Phil says eat ur breakfast
What even is this shot. Ok mr "under stairs plant"
"If you're falling down the stairs, its the last thing you'll see before you die" uH??
Cmon phil people dont come over 👀
Inb4 phil's friends know hes a plant killer so they try to support his endeavors, and when they see this plant they compliment him on it to validate his growth but alas, its always been a lie
The editing there is 11/10
"I dont like this its too eager" you can just say you're an introvert 👀 some of us just get excited about things ok
Damn phil did this plant hurt u? Do u need a moment?
Dramatic lightning and audio in the bathroom
Not changing lights bc lazy = mood
U lads dont even need a ladder to reach it i bet. Like it would take 30 seconds.
Dan getting shots of dsrk bathroom while phil rambles on about bathroom stuff, till he notices what phil is saying and decides to shame him by capturing it on video
I love how this plant actually has a purpose
Ok this framing is cursed.
Why is the plant like that.
Why are the legs spread.
The chair.
Sidenote hullo another shot that makes me emo. Aesthetic D just vibin.
We stan a strong run-way plant
Dust coating "maybe it helps?" Ah phil, always the optimist
Ok now it just sounds like u are explaining to dan why its not your fault its dying
Casually having to explain gold foil
Cool! Fridge cacti!
"Which one would you rather sit on?" pHIL
"NOT IN A WEIRD WAY" what else can that even mean
Daniel leaving is all of us
Jump to phil being swamped by a plant. Dayum boi look at u go!
All that matters phil is that it is thriving rn ok
That plant looks like it could eat u yes. Plotting it since 2014 apparently
"Growing so fast its killing itself" ok metaphor. Also get it a bigger pot then u monster 👀
"I'd make out with it but its probably posionous." Not that its a plant, but just that it might kill me. Ok.
Awww piranha plant boquet returns
F o n d
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Im just glad the cactus was the merch not the yodelling pickle
Phil spilling all the tea about his fake plants damn
"I'm wearing shorts" why do they both have to tell us about their states of undress
So this is phil's emotional support plant
This man. Taped his plant upright. In order to have it in his video background.
Phil. Stop.
The japanese asa (i guarantee i spelled that wrong, i apologize) is beautiful and deserves the spotlight. Glad to see her thrive since pigeon fest.
Phil spilling tea "this plant is me" and "its trying its best but just not suceeding at things" :(
I did not need that flashback of cutting the sideburns ok. That is seared into my memory
"Im a fan"
"A squirrel,, laid? An acorn?" Oh phil.
Soulmates who have existential crises together stay together
"This thing is a strong buddy" what does that mEan
Oh no. Nononono. Every insect that has gotten inside goes into this plant. Nope.
The extreme closeups that dan does of phils eye's & quiff always make me smile
Ahh. This is the shame pot, where all plants go to die.
Steve
He's a shiny.
Steve is basically your cat now phil
Casual reminders that who needs humans at all when u live with your soulmate and a pigeon adopts you
This angle on the shot. Jfc dAn you're so tall
"They make me happy" *britney yeah.gif*
Overall very good plant tour, very good happy phil, 11/10.
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kenstewdivorce · 3 years
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Since you're listening to SoaD, I was super baked and I had this super vivid memory of being like a wee lad of 14 and listening to Mesmerize loud af and my dad, who didn't speak English, ran in and paused it and was all like "it's too loud! Wtf are they even saying?" And I was like, "he's saying that presidents should fight the wars they make instead of sending poor people." And he thought about it for a sec, nodded a bit, and he just left! System radicalized a Mexican man in his 40s lol
FHJFKFKGKKGKFKLFLSKKS this is the funniest ask I've gotten. I stan your dad.
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lady-plantagenet · 3 years
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What hasn’t already been said: The Spanish Princess 2
Episode 3: GOOD Grief! (we finally have a good episode on our hands)
To all those of you keen enough to have come back for another segment of ‘what hasn’t already been said: TSP’, as opposed to have just been scrolling when you see this - welcome back! (Scrollers you too <3)
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Drawing of Thomas More’s Son AKA who Margaret Pole at this point wants to be the step baby momma of ;).
To anyone who’s seeing this for the first time: what this is a list of observations, jokes, reactions and criticism which occur to me upon a rewatch. I wait every week until Saturday to do this so that I have had my fill of scrolling through the tag and aggregating what has already been said. I tried doing a whole spoof (here where I gave up 10% in) but tbh a) I don’t know the history well enough b) it’s more time consuming than I thought and c) this series is just not as funny or as crazy as TWQ, so it’s untenable. Having said that: This is not a hatepost. I’m not hatewatching this series and nitpicking on purpose but expressing my honest views and trying to find the good in it as well as the bad.
Without further ado...
First Scenes: 
LMAO the way Wolsey suggests they break their alliance with Spain is freaking hilarious because the actor delivers the lines as if he were a high school girl making a personal attack by suggesting the prom change its theme to 70s disco to the chagrin of the peppy up-and-coming rival.
Also @ Henry VIII looking like the peppy up-and-comer’s bff and shy stan with that pencil bite and small smirk when Catherine loses her cool against Wolsey.
I’m sorry... who is Henry married to again?
Also what is Margaret Pole doing at the council meeting?? I’m not saying I don’t like it.
Margaret Pole warning against certain repetitive thinking creating madness :(((
Attempted Naked Twister:
Oh Catherine, what is with you and all the other STARZ protagonists and that weird politcky bedroom talk? Who actually finds this sexy?
‘Catherine you are unnatural’ ooof that line delivery was somehow haunting.
Was the whole ‘I can’t be rushed you are off-putting with your overpowering’ a callback to Arthur and Catherine? Apparently there’s another writer for this episode so I won’t put all subtly past them. 
Scotland:
‘Shitey men’ asdkjashd
Look I’m tired of all this ‘my children won’t be safe’ line getting repeated. Look mate, murder of royal infants and children was not exactly a common occurence, even in cases of deposition. The Princes in the Tower are an exception to this but a very infamous case for that reason. Child murder was extremely taboo. In situations like this with an infant kid, no one is going to bother murdering the babies and taking their thrones, the lords will just vie for power and make themselves de facto rulers and oust the queen. It’s not a question of safety but a question of holding power. Stop giving all women characters perma mummy brains.
Maggie being all caring:
‘Barnaby’ *scoffs* ‘Such an English name’ - OH MAN 0_0 is Catherine mocking them for trying to adapt ? Like I know it’s meant to show her envy for Lina, but it’s coming out all messed up.
Our girl Maggie’s smile screams I’m beating your ass in chess.
Anyhow this is the least histrionic we’ve seen Catherine so far.
Chaplain vs Catherine:
I’m interested how Catherine will feel at Stafford’s execution given that I have noticed this show build up to a friendship between them.
Why is everyone laughing at the whole ‘will you delight us with new schemes’ line was not that funny?
LMAO at Thomas Boleyn’s attempted brown-nosing. 
You know what? Ruairi is a decent actor. When he says ‘so you admit it? you lost the child because you tried to be a man?” the actor conveys Henry’s troubled mind, lowkey scare towards Catherine and bewilderment all in one. The way his eyes do not move but just widen emotionlessly also gives this sense that he is being manipulated (which I guess they are going for with Wolsey). Then the whole choir music in the background.. I don’t know.. I’m liking this, it’s creating a vibe of a king of haunted and increasingly paranoid Henry. I’m sure they are going for that, so good.
Ursula Pole and Mama:
Maggie Pole say ‘riches don’t keep you safe’ with tears in her eyes :’(. Please tell me how this is not her thinking on her parents and granddad Warwick and what befell them ;’(.
I find Ursula refreshing actually, don’t get those types of heroines often. But they are making her similar to a gold-digger, an exhalted marriage was first and foremost considered a thing of honour. Noblepeople wouldn’t speak in such mercenary terms regarding their marriages. 
Post Mary Defiance:
I love the ‘horse’ nickname from Brandon n’awwww
Also just realised what made TWQ so atmospheric - that wierd ‘oooo’ sound effect in the background when a character was being paranoid or worrying. They are using it during Henry’s ‘How is it that I have no sons?’ and it is just... so effective.
Catherine calling them ordinary children... she just keeps striking me as more and more classist. Like ok, I know every royal was... but still, I thought she was meant to see Lina as a friend and equal despite her race and status. To add the race element, this kind of rubs me the wrong way.
Also it is so clear by the end when Catherine states how the king is upset with her, she expects Maggie to ask her about it.. but she doesn’t lmao.
Back to Scotland until Sexy boy fencing:
I love me this soft boi. Angus <3 <3
I like how they address that some men don’t really like killing and that violence isn’t inherent in a man’s nature.
Oh man, are we supposed to look at Lina’s house and deplore the impoverished conditions? It would go for at least 3,000,000 pounds in today’s property market?
Is Catherine being particularly classist again with ‘Why u not becoming a butcher Wolsey, ey?’. 
Though I will admit the ‘but giving meat to the poor is also good’ was one of her only smart comebacks.
Just realised, Catherine’s pink dress pretty as it is, looks straight out of the 1570s... why?
Montage and After:
You guys are right, there is this weird longing between Henry and Wolsey lmao. It is actually insane.
So basically Catherine is officially depressed
OOOFF we have Stafford as regent instead of Catherine. (edit: I suppose it’s cause they go to France which they didn’t historically? Also if Stafford is at home then what is his son later doing in France, why would he be there without his father. This show didn’t think this through)
Meg Singing:
An impassionate speech is not too anachronistic. But despite the title of this post (what hasn’t been said) I will reiterate that 16th century and Medieval people’s problem wasn’t that they were ashamed of their grief and didn’t cry. In fact, crying was somewhat more socially acceptable then than it even is now! Even manly men like Arthur were written as crying in literature such as Malory’s Morte d’Arthur. Obviously you couldn’t go overboard, but in truth crying was indeed often too performative rather than hidden too much behind doors.
Pole and More UWUWU in France and after:
I LIKE THIS INTELLECTUAL FLIRTING
It’s nice to see a depiction of romantic feelings between mature and level-headed subjects.
God Mary Tudor is so beautiful in this scene jesus. and the music when she was being presented was also very beautiful.
Maggie Pole getting given ‘a modest income’ yeah... she was one of the wealthiest peers of her day.
Also Maggie’s lady cousin not lady aunt Frost!
‘shaking of the sheets’ lmaoooo
William Compton cracks the hell out of me. I love this guy. He is just so creepy and twisted yet super keen and friendly. ahaha He looks like a riot, I hope we see him more. lmao tiles.
Also this palace feels very anachronistic almost 18th century-ish.
I like the Louis and Mary sequence, it’s nice seeing him trying to make her feel less scared, but OMFG when he lay on that chair.. for one second I thought they were trying to kill him off already.
Scotland: ‘Love is an open doooooorrrrr’ + Last Scene:
I ship Meg and Douglas ahhhh this soft boi x strong woman match is everything Henry and Catherine could have been.
I wonder... why is Lina speaking in Spanish more than Catherine. hmmm Are they trying to foreshadow Lina’s eventual return home and how Catherine become a true englishwoman?
Conclusion:
7.5/10
I cannot in all fairness believe it. This was actually decent. I’ve given up on historical accuracy long ago so by this point I’m focusing more on how it stands as as drama. I mean, TWQ was also a flop when it came to grasping the complex issues of that era but why do I feel compelled to rewatch it every year? Because it had atmosphere when it came to acting, music, certain aesthetics (though the costumes let me down often). It felt adequately gothic and dark, yet bright and jewel-lish when it had to be, sometimes both at the same time. Some one-liners were also memorable etc...
So far TSP 2 did not have any of this. Everything felt way too off and anachronistic. But not even consistently anachronistic. The music was also often very meh (though I just noted the absence of the spanish stringy theme that kept playing in season 1 - I guess I understand why), the dialogue very clichéd (‘alright lads let’s throw in the words: king, crown, power, fight, battle + other buzzwords and we have ourselves Shakespeare’) and so on... but I saw a change in this episode and I couldn’t initially point out what it was.
Upon rewatch, I identified some of the improvements (noted above) but above all: The producer was different! Boy does it show. Unfortunately, I think she is only for this one episode which really sucks. Come back! There is more chemistry between the couples, less predictable interactions, pervy Compton, cinnamonroll Douglas, better music, more scenic shots (e.g Douglas and Margaret in church) e.t.c. I hope it will match the rest of the STARZ productions in getting better towards the end.
Look it’s no masterpiece. But I’ll give credit where it’s due because at least this time it didn’t leave me feeling wanting and unsatisfied (if that makes sense).
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