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9 people you'd like to get to know better!
Tagged by @terribleoldwhitemen, who I think really speaks for all of us - thank you!
three ships: Captain Crozier/ James Fitzjames, the Captain/ Lieutenant Havers, Sam/ Frodo
first ship: I'm afraid it was Harry/ Hermione, back before I even knew what fanfic was. So a good 18 or so years back now 🙃
last song: Andrew in Drag by The Magnetic Fields
last film: STILL Some Like It Hot three months ago. Unless Over the Garden Wall counts as a film since I always watch it as one
currently reading: the High Society script, learning the order of scenes and songs for quick changes
currently watching: nothing really, I've been spending my evenings doing alterations. But at work I've found a guy on YouTube who reads vintage ghost stories and they're bloody excellent: he has the perfect voice for saying things like "mezzotint" and "antiquarian" and "why, that is most curious". Would highly recommend if you like a bit of cosy spookiness.
currently consuming: sad supermarket sandwich and carton of iced coffee
currently craving: half an hour ago I would have said sleep, but I don't know if it is sleep so much as refreshing rest. We start tech on Monday and it's going to be a shitter because they haven't left enough time between entrances and exits for changing lol
tagging: @theiceandbones @littlehen @tattedpetticoats @buriedsecrets @mischieffoal @shimyereh @vinceaddams @fabledquill @beingstacey if you want to!
#posting this now instead of queueing it because I think my queue is now nearly up to New Year lol#no-one is feeling particularly enthusiastic about High Society#it's going to be a bit of a slog and it's not even especially a fun show#'rich spoiled woman chooses between three equally dull men'#well#'chooses' implies that someone in the show isn't utterly passive which is very much not the case#this might be ok if there were any witty lines or jokes but#there are not#I dunno#I feel very disconnected from it#but then I'm also just generally slipping into numbness#I feel like I'm going through the motions with everything and inside it's just... blank
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Kiss of Death pt. 6
Anthony Bridgerton x Assassin!Reader
Society has certain expectations of you. If only they knew of your nighttime activities…
The next day you’d been forced to spend inside, sitting with Daphne and Violet in the drawing room. Hours and hours dragged by, as an endless line of suitors visited, usually with gifts.
You acted charmed, as if each man that stopped by was somehow special to you, and you’d thought you’d been doing an excellent job at acting until Violet shot you a knowing look. Daphne had been conversing with you often, politely asking questions of your home, or discussing some of your suitors as they left. Despite the many that came for her, she wasn’t interested.
You knew she only had eyes for Simon, and watched curiously as his absence caused a sad, faraway expression in her eyes.
Colin had stopped by a number of times, if only to discuss your travels. His joy was infectious, and you found yourself fascinated by how he viewed the world, like each place on the map was an adventure that was his for the taking.
Eloise peaked her head in twice, and both times she was eager to speak about the latest book she was reading. One you had read, the other you hadn’t. She left with a promise to lend you said novel and a pastry shoved unceremoniously in her mouth, much to the chagrin of Violet.
Benedict didn’t so much as walk by, and you knew he was taking the time to digest what you’d told him. It was a heavy truth, and it was unfair to ask him to shoulder that knowledge on his own.
You’d been frowning in thought when you heard a familiar set of footsteps, your eyes swiveling to the door just as Anthony walked in.
Violet noted, with a pleased smile, that you perked up at the arrival of her eldest son. The suitor who had been speaking with you didn’t even seem to notice that your attention had shifted fully to Anthony.
“Good afternoon mother,” he smiled, “Daphne.”
Despite his gaze on you, he still greeted them first.
“Princess.”
Many, many people had spoken your title before, but it never sounded as sweet as when Anthony said it. You cursed your heart in your chest. Maybe you’d been injured worse than you thought, and this was just a byproduct of that.
“Viscount,” you responded.
Anthony noted the sudden silence of Daphne and his mother. He knew they were watching the interaction unfold, and taking note of how you responded to each other. For once, he didn’t care.
He took a seat by his mother, catching your eye every few minutes as your suitor carried on like nothing had happened. After a particularly audacious brag by the aforementioned man, Anthony caught your gaze. Words weren’t necessary and you communicated through eye contact alone.
He smiled, and to his surprise, you laughed. Hearing you laugh was so rare, and he found that his heart responded far too enthusiastically at the sound.
Violet cleared her throat.
“The conversation has been lovely, but I’m afraid the princess needs a break.”
The man hurried to his feet, bowing his head and grabbing your hand in a single movement.
“Yes, of course,” he pressed his lips to the back of your hand, Anthony’s jaw tightening at the gesture.
He’d done something similar only days ago.
“It was lovely seeing you, your highness. I hope to speak again soon.”
It was impossible to read how you were feeling when you smiled politely, your back stretched regally as you inclined your head.
“I look forward to our next meeting.”
The words were careful, and with some amount of pride, Anthony realized you didn’t look winded, the way you had when he’d kissed your skin. He swallowed, forcing the memory of your warm skin against his lips far, far away. It was pleasant. Suspiciously so.
The suitor preened as he walked away happily, unaware that the smile slipped from your face as soon as he turned away, replaced with a contemplative frown.
“No closer to a match, then?” Daphne shared a look with her mother as she asked.
A look that Anthony knew spelled trouble.
You hummed inquisitively, before breaking yourself from the spell that caused the downturn of your lips.
“I’m afraid love may not be in my future,” you mused.
For a moment, Anthony examined your features. Despite the lightheartedness of your statement, he couldn’t help but notice the way you tensed, like the thought of love itself was terrifying.
“Your mother said that same thing once,” Violet smiled, missing the way your eyes snapped to her. You took a shaky step back, and Anthony took an unconscious move towards you.
Eyes.
Teary eyes that were always so warm. So comforting.
Fear.
A terror you’d never seen before, a realization you couldn’t fathom, a choice you’d never forgive yourself for.
“That was right before she met your father.”
Daphne noticed the sudden change in your expression, and she too moved to comfort you.
You pressed one hand to your stomach, the phantom wound flaring to life with a pain that caused you to stumble. Your other palm was pressed to your chest as you struggled to pull in a shaky breath.
Her eyes.
Your mother’s eyes.
Then his.
His dark, cold gaze.
The clashing of swords, the screaming of war.
The walls were closing in on you, suffocating you like a prison you couldn’t escape. The charming blue dotted with color as you fought to keep breathing. Anthony reached you, his hand warm on your shoulder, and, try as you might to focus on it, the room was spinning wildly.
Fire forced its way down your throat, burning your lungs with the heat of your failure. You shook your head, pulling away from Anthony.
You ran then, sprinted from the Bridgerton home, ignoring the calls of your name. Despite the warning Graham had issued, you still scaled up a wall a mile from your temporary living arrangement. Once you reached the roof, you dropped against the hard tiles, sobs finally freeing themselves from your throat.
You cried and cried, letting the wind wash over you, the great expanse of the sky reminding you of the freedom you enjoyed. You weren’t imprisoned. Not anymore.
The sun slowly slipped beyond the horizon, and by the time you began the trek back, it was well into the night.
The entire family had been waiting up for you, and when they saw the look in your eyes, they kept their mouths shut and let you slink back to the room you stayed in. Their words could wait for the morning.
Liana was in your room, waiting for your return. She knew the expression you wore, had become familiar with it during her time with you. She didn’t speak, instead drawing you a bath and helping you strip out of your dress.
She didn’t leave your side, not until you were under the covers. Even then, she waited for you to dismiss her.
“I’ll be okay,” you finally broke the silence, your voice scratchy from the crying.
She paused, then nodded.
“You will be.”
The words held a weight you were too tired to decipher, and she left, not before sparing you one last glance.
“I saw him,” she finally said, very cautious of how she spoke. You inhaled sharply. “We’ll move on him when you’re ready.”
You couldn’t offer much more than a nod. It was good enough for her though, and she made her leave. You stared at the ceiling for a while before sleep pulled you under.
And, as your eyes slipped shut and your mind lulled to a dreamscape you recognized, your body tensed up. You only managed a few hours before you awoke with a start, grasping your chest as you screwed your eyes shut against the memories.
“Don’t let them break you.”
Inhale. You saw the dark eyes that haunted your nightmares, the ones you’d been unable to escape for as long as you could remember. Exhale. You flexed your hands, a reminder of the strength you possesssed. The horrors of your past couldn’t hold you down.
You wouldn’t let it.
You stretched lazily, strapping a dagger to your thigh before wandering out of the room the Bridgertons had so graciously lent you.
You owed them an apology, and, perhaps, some amount of explanation.
Curiously, as you walked the halls silently, you noticed the flicker of candlelight coming from a room you recognized as Anthony’s office. You smiled, lingering outside for a minute. It would probably be best if you avoided interacting with him for a while until the desire he drew from you simmered down some, but you couldn’t stop yourself.
You slipped in the room silently, shutting the door behind you. He looked deep in thought, staring at a book on his desk, but not really reading it.
Once you were within arm’s reach, you peaked over his shoulder. It was a record of his business dealings, you realized.
“Riveting read, that,” you joked dryly, unsurprised when he, for the third time, tried to throw a punch.
You dodged it with a grace years of training had granted you, a smile pulling widely on your lips.
“My dearest Anthony, you are violent,” you purred, feeling particularly playful.
He inhaled, a culmination of the fright you gave him, as well as the flirting.
“Perhaps you should avoid sneaking up on me, you won’t always get so lucky.”
There was no real heat in his words, and you recognized the apology in his gaze.
“Perhaps,” you replied, knowing that there was probably no chance he’d ever be able to land a blow on you. “Shouldn’t you be asleep?”
He raised a brow, leaning against his desk as he took in your dress. It was thin, and if he looked too closely, you knew he’d be able to see the scars on your chest and arms.
“Shouldn’t you?”
You laughed breathily, then leaned towards him. It was a dangerous move, and you knew you shouldn’t be playing this game, but you couldn’t stop yourself. You noted with amusement that he carefully kept his gaze from straying.
“I owe you a dance, Viscount,” you reminded him airily.
Amusement tinged at the corner of his lips.
“And you choose now to offer it?”
You shot him a mock affronted look.
“Now is as good a time as any,” you shrugged, ignoring the unnatural beating of your heart as you waited for his answer.
“There’s no music,” he replied, though he still offered a hand directly in front of his chest.
You stared at it for just a moment, admiring the state of undress he was in. By God he really was attractive.
He had on a loose, white blouse, and a pair of black trousers on. His hair was particularly wild, like he’d spent the better part of the evening with his hands in it. You couldn’t stop the thought of wanting to put your own hands in it.
“I find,” you took his hand, allowing him to pull you close. One hand stayed delicately in his, while the other pressed gently between his shoulder blades. “That a dance is less about the music and more about the partner.”
Anthony’s heart raced as he let his free hand ghost down the curve of your spine, resting a bit lower than what would be considered proper. He was encouraged by your shiver, one he knew wasn’t from the cold.
Your feet began moving in tandem, stepping to a beat only the two of you could hear. The heat from your body was a constant distraction, and more than once Anthony caught himself from almost stepping on your feet. You shot him a smile that told him you’d definitely noticed.
He wasn’t sure how long you both danced, lost in the gentle press of your body against his. He’d been with many women, had been attracted to even more, but the closeness of your body did more than stir desire. Your presence was comforting, and a sort of peace he hadn’t known before settled in the air between you.
When your gazes met once more, your face merely inches from his, he knew you felt it to. He had to believe you did, that he wasn’t the only one drowning in the emotions stirring in his heart. His eyes flickered to your lips, yearning in his chest for him to close the distance.
It would be easy, and he was so, so close.
You looked so expectant too, a gentle glow on your cheeks at the intimacy of the whole thing. The candlelight danced in your gaze, along the smooth planes of your skin. He knew you were beautiful, had known it from the moment he met you, but this was the most stunning he’d ever seen you, even more than when you’d walked into the ball, looking tantalizing and regal.
This was an intimate beauty, one that he knew very few, if any, got to see. You shed some of your layers, baring your emotions more than normal. He untangled his hand from yours slowly, carefully.
With great caution he held your jaw in his hand, delicately guiding your face closer to him. Just as he was within a breath of pressing his lips to you, you pulled to the side, your lips warm against his cheek. His skin tingled, a delightful skittering down his spine followed, and he had to hold back a moan. A touch so innocent and simple was enough to make his thoughts race, desire pooling low in his stomach, and something suspiciously warm flooding his chest.
“Thank you, Anthony.”
He didn’t have an opportunity to ask for what. You were out of the room before he could form a sentence, his eyes staring at the door in silence. His fingertips rested on his cheek, the very same place you’d kissed just seconds ago.
His heart thumped loudly in his chest, and as he calmed the beating of his heart, and the racing of his thoughts, he realized- perhaps a bit too late- that he was in deep, deep trouble.
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Happy 28th!
Here are all the fics I read and enjoyed this month:
And What If I Were You | jacaranda_bloom | [110k]
For Louis, will losing his sight give him the clarity to realise what is right in front of him?
For Harry, will losing the love of his life give him the strength to finally open his heart?
And can they find their way back, before they lose each other forever?
A story of love. A story of loss. A story of fighting for each other, no matter the odds.
and i would search the night sky to find you | devilinmybrain (venomedveins) | [56k]
Harry Styles is a high class, well-bred Omega attending Bosworth Academy - a prestigious boarding school looking over the small town on Kinsey. He has his whole life already planned for him, learning his place as the potential mate for an important Alpha, practicing his home making skills, and be obedient above all else.
When he attends a school trip into town though, he meets Louis Tomlinson - a blacksmith and mouthy Alpha who doesn't particularly care for the standards of high society nor for the people in it. But things are not always what they seem and a past grievance may change the lives of everyone involved forever.
there's no pleasure in this resisting (so go ahead and kiss me) | etherealbliss | [26k]
“No, Harry, you don’t get it. Like, I can hear you.”
When he notices Harry’s disbelieving expression, Louis takes a shuddering breath before continuing. “I don't know how else to explain it. I can hear every breath you take, every song you sing along to, every sweet thing you mumble when no one is around, every sigh, every gasp, every moan…” Louis rubs his eyes with the palms of his hands. “It’s like my senses are heightened to the max, but only when it comes to you.”
Louis stares up at him, eyes imploring, like he’s begging Harry to understand. “I can’t fucking sleep, because all I can think about, all I can focus on… is you.” He looks away, scoffing as he shakes his head, “And I don’t even know you.”
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When Louis, a gorgeous alpha, moves into the flat next door, Harry's attention is immediately piqued. However, after a misplaced noise complaint and a series of interactions with the man that inspire a litany of fantasies, Harry soon realizes his attraction goes far deeper than he had initially assumed.
Loved You First | Snowy38 | [100k]
Harry has lived his life ruled by anxiety, bullied by overbearing work-mates and ridiculed for his geeky look. When a new boss starts Harry can barely look him in the eye but Louis appears to be on his side.
Soon Harry develops feelings for the protective and supportive Louis but Louis tries to fight it at first. There's rumours about Louis at his last work place and his penchant for his secretaries so Harry has a right to feel insecure.
Harry slowly lets his curls break free as Louis thaws him and they embark on a new beginning together.
Featuring Harry styled as Marcel, Niall as Louis' best friend and Zayn as Harry's gay mentor.
Place In Me | therogueskimo | [42k]
Louis really didn’t like therapy, that much was true. He had become notoriously used to keeping his emotions close to his chest, opening up to no one, keeping up the facade of someone who had their life together, and therapy was a special kind of torture. But he would much rather be sitting in therapy right now than in the studio, waiting for Harry Styles to show up.
The thing was, he could have said no. Louis could have read that text that reignited the band group chat after years of silence and ignored it. He could have just said he would come and then bailed. He could have told Harry to fuck off and blocked him.
But no. He’d fallen into the exact trap that he was sure Harry had set by putting the message in the group chat instead of sending it to them individually. There was no way he could refuse when Niall and Liam had been so enthusiastically on board with the idea.
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One Direction reunites in 2023. Louis and Harry haven’t spoken to each other in years.
Paparazzi | Darling28 | [93k]
"Oi, what happened to treat people with kindness?" Louis yells loud enough for Harry to hear from across the street.
"That goes for everyone but you!" Harry calls back and while he can only see the back of him, he gives him his middle finger again.
⊷ ❤︎︎ ⊶
Louis is a successful paparazzi that the stars love. He brings out the beautiful in them and treats them kindly. But then he suddenly gets the job of photographing Harry Styles for the next few months. Not only that the two constantly get into fights, but suddenly Louis has to question his true self. Because the star makes him doubt his sexuality.
Baby Steal My Heart Away | Snowy38 | [61k]
Louis headed into the hall, seeing the Moses basket right away.
"Wah-wah-wahhh!"
Was that...
Fuck.
It was. It was a baby! A loudly crying, clearly unhappy-actually properly distressed baby. It was already red in the face and--
Why was there a baby?
He looked up and around, palm flattening to his forehead to push his scruffy hair away from his clammy skin, checking he wasn't being punked.
Hung Up On You | hazzahtomlinson | [12k]
Louis received a dick pick from a stranger and normally, he'd be completely furious at something like that-- except, whomever it was, had a super nice dick. If only the person attached to it hadn't turned out to be a complete asshole.
#28th appreciation#fic rec#monthly fic recs#my fic rec#completed fics#my reads#monthly reads#larry fics
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I'm personally not gonna watch ROP unless I can pirate it - but also, I'm bad at getting around to media I want to watch. I've had the Matrix trilogy on my watch list for nearly five years and just haven't gotten to it. But I genuinely do boycott Amazon. I don't order shit online that I can do without or that I can buy at a store. It's less convenient, but I really hate how dependent our society is on online shopping & streaming content.
I also have strong opinions on adaptations (a huge special interest of mine) that deviate too much from the spirit of the source material, but since this isn't a direct adaptation of any of Tolkien's works -- just sorta set in his world -- I have less of a chip on my shoulder about it. Though, I did refuse to watch The Hobbit movies on principle.
That said, I'm over here like... if I had to guess, I'd say ROP is probably pretty good, or at least decent, all things considered. The Amazon shows that I have seen haven't been bad at all. Well written, well paced... And personally, I'm happy about the diversity bc I get very very fucking tired of seeing all white or mostly white casts, especially in the fantasy genre. Not only is it not interesting, but it's usually a sign that the writers are just racist & exclusionary.
So I guess my general feelings are: I understand why some people might not like the show just on premise alone, particularly the book enthusiasts. I'm sick of big budget remakes too, and I think the Peter Jackson films set a high bar for a lot of folks. Ofc, there are definitely racists who are Bigg Madd about black elves, and they can all die mad. I personally think Amazon is a scourge & I wish more ppl were dedicated to boycotting it (or at least reducing its importance in their lives) & that is my reason for not immediately watching ROP, so I think that's an extremely valid stance. But I'd watch it if I could do so without supporting Amazon & if I could ever dedicate time to sitting down for it.
And all THAT to say, I don't trust anyone's opinion about media they haven't seen. Even if their reasons for not interacting with it are valid. If they don't have the full context of the show, how are they gonna form an informed opinion about it? I wanna see the critical analysis work (because I'm a dork).
Sorry this got so long! I just have feelings about it. 😅 And tone isn't easy for me, so if it wasn't clear, I totally support your frustration with people's half baked opinions on the show & see how that's suspicious. I'm just here trying to represent the folks who genuinely aren't interested in supporting Amazon in a non-hypocritical way. I'll shut up now tho. Cheers~
This is another long ask that I think would be better as a reblog and rehashes a lot of the same things I've been saying so I'm just gunna pull one thing out and that is:
I don't trust anyone's opinions about media they haven't [experienced]. Because that's really the heart of it. I feel that way for any entertainment I interact with- I trust no one's opinions about something they've never watched or read or played. I see joyless takes about trailers for things that aren't even out and won't be out for at least a year and I'm like damn, you're so fucking boring. It's not even out yet, how do you even know if it'll be bad? Do you have any actual concerns about it or are you just parroting the masses and formed your opinion before giving it a fair try?
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My Role as an Environmental Interpreter
I have never been truly certain about the specific career path I wish to take. However, I have always known that since I feel such a sense of responsibility and passion for protecting nature, my ideal job would contribute to this cause in some way.
I have a geography rather than an environmental science academic background, so I feel that my role as an environmental interpreter lies particularly in helping to communicate the ties between society and nature. An essential element of interpretation involves promoting the stewardship of nature (Beck et al., 2018). Indeed, this was my motive for conducting my dissertation research last year (back at my UK university) on the current provision of environmental education in England’s secondary schools. I can still recall learning about climate change in my own school science class, which constituted just one page of a textbook at this time, and thinking to myself why I had never come across this global environmental issue before. What shocked me even more was going home to my family and realising they had no knowledge of climate change. I believe this was the point at which I realised that my career goals would be centred around communicating the importance of protecting the natural world from the impacts of human society.
Last year I gained some experience in the realm of environmental education and interpretation; through a university outreach program, I organized and carried out workshops with secondary school children in and beyond my local community about climate change inequality and injustice. Although the focus of this learning experience was centred more upon the costs of climate change to human populations around the world, there were some key lessons that I took away concerning my role as an interpreter and how I can better engage and encourage my audience to care about these issues. Providing individuals with the opportunity to engage and interact with problems and objects is recognised as a more effective approach than a classroom-based lecturing structure to environmental learning (Beck et al., 2018). Yet, as Beck et al., (2018) suggest, the circumstances in which interpreters are situated can restrict the extent to which this approach can be utilized. In my case, we had time restrictions that inhibited our ability to include a wider diversity of more engaging activities for the students. I now realise that teaching approaches must be adopted that appeal to all different types of learners and audiences and enable them to connect with nature in a meaningful way. It is vital to be an enthusiastic, passionate interpreter who can channel this enthusiasm in a positive manner in order to create an empowering, uplifting mood (Beck et al., 2018). This skill is particularly essential when dealing with critical issues like climate change, to ensure that learners come away feeling empowered to implement positive change in their own lives and that of their wider community.
In my mind, the idea of defending nature in a corporate, political setting appeals to me, since this is where change is vitally needed to protect biodiversity. I would love to be an interpreter for a variety of natural landscapes across the world. I feel it is essential, particularly in light of the interconnected nature of issues like climate change and the globalized world that we live in, to facilitate an appreciation and ensure the protection of natural landscapes and species that we may never get to physically interact with ourselves. However, I also feel that I would find engaging in nature interpretation activities that emphasise environmental stewardship at a more local, community-based level very fulfilling too. This could include some of the woodland and coastal areas that I grew up beside.
Brede High Woods, Brede, East Sussex, United Kingdom.
References:
Beck, L., Cable, T. T., & Knudson, D. M. (2018). Interpreting cultural and natural heritage: for a better world. Sagamore Venture.
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(Character Building Questions) 1, 13, 15, 46
WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS || Accepting
1 - What’s the lie your character says most often?
Already answered here ~
13 - When do they fake a smile? How often?
Any time it would be polite to do so, unless he's really annoyed. He's used to going to public events and moving in high society and that requires a certain amount of artifice.
Moreover, in business settings, he tends to be polite and even friendly.
This all said, The people who know him can easily distinguish his polite smiles, even the warmest, from his actual, genuine smiles.
15 - What’s the most obvious difference between their behavior at home, at work, at school, with friends, and when they’re alone?
In essence, the degree of emotion he shows. At work and at school he does his best to moderate his emotions, and experience means he's very good at it. From meeting him at work or in class few would realize how temperamental and emotional he actually is.
The more comfortable he is in a setting, generally with friends, the more he'll express enthusiasm, caring, and excitement and maybe even actually geek out. Because he's definitely a bit of a nerd, he's just very reserved and very careful about appearances.
There are some emotions he definitely keeps bottled up, such as anger and frustration, and worry (which is not ideal nor healthy, and has bit him back more than once), but generally he makes an effort to appear far more calm and collected than he actually is.
Perhaps an exception is when he's at the Osborn penthouse: while Harry tries not to be argumentative and pick his battles, he butts heads with his father very often, in account of their very different outlooks and morals.
Amusingly enough, for all that Harry tries to be calm and collected, the mask slips out when he's out there as the Goblin. He's far more expressive and scathing when his identity is a secret.
46 - Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen?
For all that he can deal with crowds and is comfortable talking in public, Harry is actually more of a listener, and consciously tries to be one, particularly to those close to him.
This said, there are topics Harry is enthusiastic about, and topics on which he has opinions, so get him started on any of those at your own risk. He could spend hours discussing science fiction and fantasy and fashion, for example, if he feels comfortable doing so. And he can definitely rant about the environment and corporations and healthcare like there's no tomorrow.
#ottoctavius#(( answered asks ))#(( headcanons and meta ))#( Thanks for this ask! )#( I love these headcanon questions )
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it’s hilarious to me when people call historical fashions that men hated oppressive
like in BuzzFeed’s Women Wear Hoop Skirts For A Day While Being Exaggeratedly Bad At Doing Everything In Them video, one woman comments that she’s being “oppressed by the patriarchy.” if you’ve read anything Victorian man ever said about hoop skirts, you know that’s pretty much the exact opposite of the truth
thing is, hoop skirts evolved as liberating garment for women. before them, to achieve roughly conical skirt fullness, they had to wear many layers of petticoats (some stiffened with horsehair braid or other kinds of cord). the cage crinoline made their outfits instantly lighter and easier to move in
it also enabled skirts to get waaaaay bigger. and, as you see in the late 1860s, 1870s, and mid-late 1880s, to take on even less natural shapes. we jokingly call bustles fake butts, but trust me- nobody saw them that way. it was just skirts doing weird, exciting Skirt Things that women had tons of fun with
men, obviously, loathed the whole affair
(1864)
(1850s. gods, if only crinolines were huge enough to keep men from getting too close)
(no date given, but also, this is 100% impossible)
(also undated, but the ruffles make me think 1850s)
it was also something that women of all social classes- maids and society ladies, enslaved women and free women of color -all wore at one point or another. interesting bit of unexpected equalization there
and when bustles came in, guess what? men hated those, too
(1880s)
(probably also 1880s? the ladies are being compared to beetles and snails. in case that was unclear)
(1870s, I think? the bustle itself looks early 1870s but the tight fit of the actual gown looks later)
hoops and bustles weren’t tools of the patriarchy. they were items 1 and 2 on the 19th century’s “Fashion Trends Women Love That Men Hate” lists, with bonus built-in personal space enforcement
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it’s hilarious to me when people call historical fashions that men hated oppressive
like in BuzzFeed’s Women Wear Hoop Skirts For A Day While Being Exaggeratedly Bad At Doing Everything In Them video, one woman comments that she’s being “oppressed by the patriarchy.” if you’ve read anything Victorian man ever said about hoop skirts, you know that’s pretty much the exact opposite of the truth
thing is, hoop skirts evolved as liberating garment for women. before them, to achieve roughly conical skirt fullness, they had to wear many layers of petticoats (some stiffened with horsehair braid or other kinds of cord). the cage crinoline made their outfits instantly lighter and easier to move in
it also enabled skirts to get waaaaay bigger. and, as you see in the late 1860s, 1870s, and mid-late 1880s, to take on even less natural shapes. we jokingly call bustles fake butts, but trust me- nobody saw them that way. it was just skirts doing weird, exciting Skirt Things that women had tons of fun with
men, obviously, loathed the whole affair
(1864)
(1850s. gods, if only crinolines were huge enough to keep men from getting too close)
(no date given, but also, this is 100% impossible)
(also undated, but the ruffles make me think 1850s)
it was also something that women of all social classes- maids and society ladies, enslaved women and free women of color -all wore at one point or another. interesting bit of unexpected equalization there
and when bustles came in, guess what? men hated those, too
(1880s)
(probably also 1880s? the ladies are being compared to beetles and snails. in case that was unclear)
(1870s, I think? the bustle itself looks early 1870s but the tight fit of the actual gown looks later)
hoops and bustles weren’t tools of the patriarchy. they were items 1 and 2 on the 19th century’s “Fashion Trends Women Love That Men Hate” lists, with bonus built-in personal space enforcement
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it’s hilarious to me when people call historical fashions that men hated oppressive
like in BuzzFeed’s Women Wear Hoop Skirts For A Day While Being Exaggeratedly Bad At Doing Everything In Them video, one woman comments that she’s being “oppressed by the patriarchy.” if you’ve read anything Victorian man ever said about hoop skirts, you know that’s pretty much the exact opposite of the truth
thing is, hoop skirts evolved as liberating garment for women. before them, to achieve roughly conical skirt fullness, they had to wear many layers of petticoats (some stiffened with horsehair braid or other kinds of cord). the cage crinoline made their outfits instantly lighter and easier to move in
it also enabled skirts to get waaaaay bigger. and, as you see in the late 1860s, 1870s, and mid-late 1880s, to take on even less natural shapes. we jokingly call bustles fake butts, but trust me- nobody saw them that way. it was just skirts doing weird, exciting Skirt Things that women had tons of fun with
men, obviously, loathed the whole affair
(1864)
(1850s. gods, if only crinolines were huge enough to keep men from getting too close)
(no date given, but also, this is 100% impossible)
(also undated, but the ruffles make me think 1850s)
it was also something that women of all social classes- maids and society ladies, enslaved women and free women of color -all wore at one point or another. interesting bit of unexpected equalization there
and when bustles came in, guess what? men hated those, too
(1880s)
(probably also 1880s? the ladies are being compared to beetles and snails. in case that was unclear)
(1870s, I think? the bustle itself looks early 1870s but the tight fit of the actual gown looks later)
hoops and bustles weren’t tools of the patriarchy. they were items 1 and 2 on the 19th century’s “Fashion Trends Women Love That Men Hate” lists, with bonus built-in personal space enforcement
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it’s hilarious to me when people call historical fashions that men hated oppressive
like in BuzzFeed’s Women Wear Hoop Skirts For A Day While Being Exaggeratedly Bad At Doing Everything In Them video, one woman comments that she’s being “oppressed by the patriarchy.” if you’ve read anything Victorian man ever said about hoop skirts, you know that’s pretty much the exact opposite of the truth
thing is, hoop skirts evolved as liberating garment for women. before them, to achieve roughly conical skirt fullness, they had to wear many layers of petticoats (some stiffened with horsehair braid or other kinds of cord). the cage crinoline made their outfits instantly lighter and easier to move in
it also enabled skirts to get waaaaay bigger. and, as you see in the late 1860s, 1870s, and mid-late 1880s, to take on even less natural shapes. we jokingly call bustles fake butts, but trust me- nobody saw them that way. it was just skirts doing weird, exciting Skirt Things that women had tons of fun with
men, obviously, loathed the whole affair
(1864)
(1850s. gods, if only crinolines were huge enough to keep men from getting too close)
(no date given, but also, this is 100% impossible)
(also undated, but the ruffles make me think 1850s)
it was also something that women of all social classes- maids and society ladies, enslaved women and free women of color -all wore at one point or another. interesting bit of unexpected equalization there
and when bustles came in, guess what? men hated those, too
(1880s)
(probably also 1880s? the ladies are being compared to beetles and snails. in case that was unclear)
(1870s, I think? the bustle itself looks early 1870s but the tight fit of the actual gown looks later)
hoops and bustles weren’t tools of the patriarchy. they were items 1 and 2 on the 19th century’s “Fashion Trends Women Love That Men Hate” lists, with bonus built-in personal space enforcement
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it’s hilarious to me when people call historical fashions that men hated oppressive
like in BuzzFeed’s Women Wear Hoop Skirts For A Day While Being Exaggeratedly Bad At Doing Everything In Them video, one woman comments that she’s being “oppressed by the patriarchy.” if you’ve read anything Victorian man ever said about hoop skirts, you know that’s pretty much the exact opposite of the truth
thing is, hoop skirts evolved as liberating garment for women. before them, to achieve roughly conical skirt fullness, they had to wear many layers of petticoats (some stiffened with horsehair braid or other kinds of cord). the cage crinoline made their outfits instantly lighter and easier to move in
it also enabled skirts to get waaaaay bigger. and, as you see in the late 1860s, 1870s, and mid-late 1880s, to take on even less natural shapes. we jokingly call bustles fake butts, but trust me- nobody saw them that way. it was just skirts doing weird, exciting Skirt Things that women had tons of fun with
men, obviously, loathed the whole affair
(1864)
(1850s. gods, if only crinolines were huge enough to keep men from getting too close)
(no date given, but also, this is 100% impossible)
(also undated, but the ruffles make me think 1850s)
it was also something that women of all social classes- maids and society ladies, enslaved women and free women of color -all wore at one point or another. interesting bit of unexpected equalization there
and when bustles came in, guess what? men hated those, too
(1880s)
(probably also 1880s? the ladies are being compared to beetles and snails. in case that was unclear)
(1870s, I think? the bustle itself looks early 1870s but the tight fit of the actual gown looks later)
hoops and bustles weren’t tools of the patriarchy. they were items 1 and 2 on the 19th century’s “Fashion Trends Women Love That Men Hate” lists, with bonus built-in personal space enforcement
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it’s hilarious to me when people call historical fashions that men hated oppressive
like in BuzzFeed’s Women Wear Hoop Skirts For A Day While Being Exaggeratedly Bad At Doing Everything In Them video, one woman comments that she’s being “oppressed by the patriarchy.” if you’ve read anything Victorian man ever said about hoop skirts, you know that’s pretty much the exact opposite of the truth
thing is, hoop skirts evolved as liberating garment for women. before them, to achieve roughly conical skirt fullness, they had to wear many layers of petticoats (some stiffened with horsehair braid or other kinds of cord). the cage crinoline made their outfits instantly lighter and easier to move in
it also enabled skirts to get waaaaay bigger. and, as you see in the late 1860s, 1870s, and mid-late 1880s, to take on even less natural shapes. we jokingly call bustles fake butts, but trust me- nobody saw them that way. it was just skirts doing weird, exciting Skirt Things that women had tons of fun with
men, obviously, loathed the whole affair
(1864)
(1850s. gods, if only crinolines were huge enough to keep men from getting too close)
(no date given, but also, this is 100% impossible)
(also undated, but the ruffles make me think 1850s)
it was also something that women of all social classes- maids and society ladies, enslaved women and free women of color -all wore at one point or another. interesting bit of unexpected equalization there
and when bustles came in, guess what? men hated those, too
(1880s)
(probably also 1880s? the ladies are being compared to beetles and snails. in case that was unclear)
(1870s, I think? the bustle itself looks early 1870s but the tight fit of the actual gown looks later)
hoops and bustles weren’t tools of the patriarchy. they were items 1 and 2 on the 19th century’s “Fashion Trends Women Love That Men Hate” lists, with bonus built-in personal space enforcement
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it’s hilarious to me when people call historical fashions that men hated oppressive
like in BuzzFeed’s Women Wear Hoop Skirts For A Day While Being Exaggeratedly Bad At Doing Everything In Them video, one woman comments that she’s being “oppressed by the patriarchy.” if you’ve read anything Victorian man ever said about hoop skirts, you know that’s pretty much the exact opposite of the truth
thing is, hoop skirts evolved as liberating garment for women. before them, to achieve roughly conical skirt fullness, they had to wear many layers of petticoats (some stiffened with horsehair braid or other kinds of cord). the cage crinoline made their outfits instantly lighter and easier to move in
it also enabled skirts to get waaaaay bigger. and, as you see in the late 1860s, 1870s, and mid-late 1880s, to take on even less natural shapes. we jokingly call bustles fake butts, but trust me- nobody saw them that way. it was just skirts doing weird, exciting Skirt Things that women had tons of fun with
men, obviously, loathed the whole affair
(1864)
(1850s. gods, if only crinolines were huge enough to keep men from getting too close)
(no date given, but also, this is 100% impossible)
(also undated, but the ruffles make me think 1850s)
it was also something that women of all social classes- maids and society ladies, enslaved women and free women of color -all wore at one point or another. interesting bit of unexpected equalization there
and when bustles came in, guess what? men hated those, too
(1880s)
(probably also 1880s? the ladies are being compared to beetles and snails. in case that was unclear)
(1870s, I think? the bustle itself looks early 1870s but the tight fit of the actual gown looks later)
hoops and bustles weren’t tools of the patriarchy. they were items 1 and 2 on the 19th century’s “Fashion Trends Women Love That Men Hate” lists, with bonus built-in personal space enforcement
138K notes
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it’s hilarious to me when people call historical fashions that men hated oppressive
like in BuzzFeed’s Women Wear Hoop Skirts For A Day While Being Exaggeratedly Bad At Doing Everything In Them video, one woman comments that she’s being “oppressed by the patriarchy.” if you’ve read anything Victorian man ever said about hoop skirts, you know that’s pretty much the exact opposite of the truth
thing is, hoop skirts evolved as liberating garment for women. before them, to achieve roughly conical skirt fullness, they had to wear many layers of petticoats (some stiffened with horsehair braid or other kinds of cord). the cage crinoline made their outfits instantly lighter and easier to move in
it also enabled skirts to get waaaaay bigger. and, as you see in the late 1860s, 1870s, and mid-late 1880s, to take on even less natural shapes. we jokingly call bustles fake butts, but trust me- nobody saw them that way. it was just skirts doing weird, exciting Skirt Things that women had tons of fun with
men, obviously, loathed the whole affair
(1864)
(1850s. gods, if only crinolines were huge enough to keep men from getting too close)
(no date given, but also, this is 100% impossible)
(also undated, but the ruffles make me think 1850s)
it was also something that women of all social classes- maids and society ladies, enslaved women and free women of color -all wore at one point or another. interesting bit of unexpected equalization there
and when bustles came in, guess what? men hated those, too
(1880s)
(probably also 1880s? the ladies are being compared to beetles and snails. in case that was unclear)
(1870s, I think? the bustle itself looks early 1870s but the tight fit of the actual gown looks later)
hoops and bustles weren’t tools of the patriarchy. they were items 1 and 2 on the 19th century’s “Fashion Trends Women Love That Men Hate” lists, with bonus built-in personal space enforcement
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it’s hilarious to me when people call historical fashions that men hated oppressive
like in BuzzFeed’s Women Wear Hoop Skirts For A Day While Being Exaggeratedly Bad At Doing Everything In Them video, one woman comments that she’s being “oppressed by the patriarchy.” if you’ve read anything Victorian man ever said about hoop skirts, you know that’s pretty much the exact opposite of the truth
thing is, hoop skirts evolved as liberating garment for women. before them, to achieve roughly conical skirt fullness, they had to wear many layers of petticoats (some stiffened with horsehair braid or other kinds of cord). the cage crinoline made their outfits instantly lighter and easier to move in
it also enabled skirts to get waaaaay bigger. and, as you see in the late 1860s, 1870s, and mid-late 1880s, to take on even less natural shapes. we jokingly call bustles fake butts, but trust me- nobody saw them that way. it was just skirts doing weird, exciting Skirt Things that women had tons of fun with
men, obviously, loathed the whole affair
(1864)
(1850s. gods, if only crinolines were huge enough to keep men from getting too close)
(no date given, but also, this is 100% impossible)
(also undated, but the ruffles make me think 1850s)
it was also something that women of all social classes- maids and society ladies, enslaved women and free women of color -all wore at one point or another. interesting bit of unexpected equalization there
and when bustles came in, guess what? men hated those, too
(1880s)
(probably also 1880s? the ladies are being compared to beetles and snails. in case that was unclear)
(1870s, I think? the bustle itself looks early 1870s but the tight fit of the actual gown looks later)
hoops and bustles weren’t tools of the patriarchy. they were items 1 and 2 on the 19th century’s “Fashion Trends Women Love That Men Hate” lists, with bonus built-in personal space enforcement
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