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wri0thesley · 6 months

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I am so sorry if this is invasive and weird, but may I ask what you work as? I'm at the stage where I have to build my future and I know you don't have an age specified but you seem to be doing really well (at least from the posts we've seen, again I really hope not to be invasive) for yourself and your partner and 25+ is still young! Again, I hope this isn't mean or weird, I'm just curious. (and severely nervous. First year of college is ruining me harder than any fictional man.)

ahh anon i'm afraid that the answer is probably not what you're looking for!

for the record, i am 27, i just find getting fandom older a little scary, especially having it listed right there!!!

i actually intended to be a performer and a singing teacher (my degree was going to be in music & musical theatre); unfortunately, due to a plethora of reasons (mostly my undiagnosed autism, unmedicated ocd/depression/anxiety combo, a nervous breakdown and my partner's physical health declining) i dropped out of my degree before the end of my first semester.

for about three years or so after that i was severely agoraphobic. talking 'can't answer the door' agoraphobic; 'never left the house alone, and even when with someone only went to the doctors and therapy' agoraphobic, 'rotted in my bedroom in an absolutely non romanticised way' agoraphobic. i was on the equivalent of disability because i literally could not function. meanwhile, my partner, who lived with me and my parents was getting physically worse whilst i was mentally struggling (since then haz has been diagnosed with ehlers danlos syndrome, fibromyalgia, lipoedema, thyroid issues and a lot of other things; they have a lot going on). i DID access several therapies, had . . . a couple of very bad relapses, went under crisis teams and all of that stuff (i had occupational therapy too which was HONESTLY i think one of the most useful things and helpful things for me in the long run; i cannot imagine what i would be like if i hadn't had the occupational therapist the crisis team found for me).

(coincidentally, if you are an og jojo follower you probably remember how bad it was; i've said it a hundred times, but running this silly little reader-insert blog probably helped save my life at a time when i had almost no contact with the outside world. i couldn't leave my bedroom, but i had my blog and i had my little internet friends and discord server).

i have gotten a lot better.

haz, unfortunately, has not gotten better physically and probably never will. they need help with a lot of things most people don't even realise disabled people might need help with. brushing their hair, fastening clothes . . . when haz first moved in, they were doing the same dance-intensive college course that i was. we danced maybe three or four hours a day. nowadays, haz needs me to hold their hand and keep them steady when they go from our bed to the bathroom (the room next door).

so i don't really 'work' as anything. well, my therapist would tell me off for saying that; the uk government classes me as an 'unpaid carer', which basically means i am on call for haz literally 24/7 and they pay me the pittance that is carer's allowance (carer's allowance assumes you care at least 35 hours a week, and pays you the privilege of about 45 pence per each of those hours. if, like me, you live with the person you care for and do more than those hours, it gets . . . yeah. oof. the government unfortuately know that most unpaid carers are loved ones and family members of the person who needs care and won't just stop doing it, and they'd be in the shit if we did because trained carers are expensive, so they can get away with that - FUCK the tories, honestly.

i am EXCEEDINGLY lucky that i live in a cheap area of the uk, that haz and i are internet savvy enough to be able to access carers/disability discounts, that we are in rent-controlled social housing (which my crisis team helped find for us because living with my parents was taking such a toll on us both, woo!!!!), and that we've been able to access services to help on the nhs. i got my autism assessment and diagnosis; haz is under several pain management teams.

all in all, i'm happy. i'm so much happier than i was seven years ago when i'd dropped out of university and felt like a huge failure, because all of my life i was a gifted overachiever and i thought my self-worth was tied to my academic achievements (and as an extension, what roles i got in what shows and when and who saw me and so on). i don't have a lot of money (i am a bargain shopped fgbnkjgjnfb) but i know what i like and because i'm Older Now (tm) i've amassed collections of it.

i am absolutely sure that you'll boss college, anon! that you will find that thing that works for you (one day i would LOVE to go back and get my degree! pre-covid i had an acceptance for a creative writing degree and i was getting ready to go back to uni as a mature student, but haz's health got bad again and then covid happens - and now ofc i have my autism diagnosis i can access so much more help!). but even if you don't, you can absolutely find happiness without 'traditional' success.

i don't have a lot in the grand scheme of things. but you're right in that i am doing pretty well, in terms of where i am, and where i've been. i have my own little home. i have my partner of ten years who is my soulmate in every conceivable way. i've had experiences that make me feel so happy i sometimes cry when i remember them. i have my own little cat now!!! things still stress me out. but i have come so so far and when i feel down i remember that.

good luck anon! i believe in you <3

#nat.txt

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dallasdoesntexist · 2 months

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thank you so much for such a comprehensive ask! i feel like ik a lot more little details about the city now that i wouldn’t have known otherwise — tysm<33

but if it’s not a bother, i just wanted to ask — what do you mean by this bit? “There's a lot going on politically within the uni at the moment, with gender liberation (especially trans rights, which sucks for me as a trans person)” i… am also trans, but i’ve not transitioned or come out (my family is quite transphobic, and my city doesn’t have the resources for trans stuff as far as im aware), so i was hoping to come out and transition after i move out and go to uni. but from what you say here, it sounds like if i do end up being accepted here, it might be safer to stay in the closet? i’m so sorry to ask this — i know it’s not a fun thing to talk abt. i’m just a bit stressed— since i do know people who live in the city and are doing well, but none of them r trans unfortunately.

also— i’m sorry, i promise i’m not trying to just dredge up the negatives😭😭 but ahhvwnegdjd there’s a housing crisis / cost of living crisis / overcrowded classes and courses / timetabling issues / assessment feedback issues?? i know, sadly, that none of this is unique just to Edinburgh, but i didn’t actually realise the city and uni were having all of these problems specifically. i’m sorry if this is a stupid question, but instead of asking you a whole lot, i guess i’d just love to know— is it… bad? as in, in your experience, worse than other unis have it?/if you could go somewhere else would you, that kinda thing. The timetabling issues sound crazy (6hrs of classes?!!) but i feel like i could deal w/ that, but oof, assessment feedback stuff? what’s your experiences w/ that been like, if any? i’m just not from a place where they really prepare us for uni (well, they do, just — my country’s school system and unis work very differently to those in the uk), so i feel like w/out feedback i might end up falling behind lol.

also!! yep, i did mean eng lit, not english languag — thank you SO much for so much of detail on all of that! it cleared up so many questions i didn’t realise i had. like seriously, your ask was so sweet and comprehensive, of course definitely no pressure to answer whatever is going on in this one😭😭

hi again!!! so sorry for answering so late, im only on tumblr every now and then at the minute.

about the trans stuff, I was in the exact same situation as you. I had the same idea with transitioning once I moved to uni and honestly, there will be pros and cons with doing that no matter where you go. At UoE specifically, there has been a lot of controversy surrounding multiple attempted screenings of Adult Human Female with it recently being found that the uni actually paid for an external security company to make sure the event went forward. Recently a trans-exclusionary LGB activist managed to secure a major role within the university. The Trans and Nonbinary Officer did step down in protest of both of these events, and the position is still unfortunately vacant.

HOWEVER there are a lot of positives to being out as trans (even if its just to your friends) at the university, such as:

The Gender Liberation Society which meet every Monday in Appleton Tower

The Gender Empowerment Fund which allows you access to packers/binders/wigs/any trans apparel you might need (with a limit of £150)

You can change your name on the University of Edinburgh system on your own (via EUCLID) so that your real/preferred name is the one on class registers, instead of your birth/dead name

Lots of tutors will as everyone to specify their pronouns at the first meeting, so you'll never feel targeted

There's trans flags spray painted on walls all across old town LMAO

GET A GP AS SOON AS YOU MOVE HERE! The waiting list for the gender identity clinic REQUIRES a GP referral and the wait list is only <2 years long!

(in comparison, Glasgow's is >5 years!)

All in all, the issues with trans stuff has to do more with the admin of the university rather than the people who actually matter to you. You'll find the admin of the uni suck the most more than anyone else at everything. Most of the normal people at the university are very understanding and polite about you being trans (one of my friends actually forgot I was trans once, straight up just thought I was a guy which was very flattering lmao).

In my opinion, it is very worth it coming out. There are people who have your back.

About all of the other stuff, though the University are at fault for not doing enough to help, often everyone affected works together to make it as easy a life as possible. If you are struggling with timetabling, or how full your classes are, or if the amount of assessments you have are driving you up the wall, there is always someone you can contact. In order of who you should contact first:

Your Student Advisor: they can help point you in the right direction and provide notes that can be used at the end of the year to apply for Special Circumstances (if, say, mental health or financial issues, etc, got in the way of your studies)

The Listening Service at the Chaplaincy

The Advice Place

Student Counselling service

Wellbeing officer

and im sure there are more but I've not had to go past this step

About housing-- it is a country-wide issue, but very apparent in the bigger cities like Glasgow and Edinburgh. Even some of my family in London have shared the same sentiment ("If an agency offers you a flat, just take it. It doesn't matter if it doesn't suit our needs, we can't afford to be picky.") Students at UoE have protested the University's lack of involvement in ensuring that students will not go homeless ESPECIALLY since they are taking on a significantly higher amount of students (especially international). There is really nothing that can be done about this, BUT I have heard of undergrads making friends with 4th years and taking over their flat at the end of the year when the 4th years graduate. That's always an option. Again, there is also the Co-op, but it is very competitive.

If we are to compare UoE to other universities, by far and large it is still better academically than most. The reputation is phenomenal and people will wow you whenever you tell them where you study. Being from Glasgow, it was a competition between the two of those Uni's for me, and I do feel like I made the right choice coming to Edinburgh despite all of its flaws. Remember, the university isn't your entire life -- the city can be part of it, too. It really just depends what you're looking for from both the university and life outside of it. I don't think I would have gone anywhere else (unless I could afford Oxbridge lmao). I don't want it to sound like I hate the uni, sure, it is frustrating, but I just want to be as open and honest with you about it as possible so that you truly know what you are getting into.

If you want any actually decent feedback, schedule office hours with your tutor/lecturer and talk with them about it there. The written stuff tends not to help me at all, I need to be verbally told what went wrong and how to improve. The written feedback tends to be more harsh than helpful, and doesn't help me understand where I lost marks.

Scotland's university system is also different to the rest of the UK (yay devolved government), meaning you will do 4 years of a degree instead of 3, and a bunch of other stuff that isn't coming to mind rn lol. School's don't prep us for uni that much either, except for if you do Advanced Highers (which I did for Eng Lit). They are technically the equivalent to first year of university (which I agree with).

#talking.txt #edinburgh #student life #study blog #studyblr #ask #anon #university of edinburgh

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minijenn · 2 years

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Is Sora going to be there and be the one who is forced to kill his friends to prove himself once amd for all. Oh and I am not sure if Donad died from the blast since his Heart didn't rise up. Maybe he was unconscious. I wonder if you can add the detail od their Hearts rising up or even have him get stabbed while doing it so that he ends uk disintegrating in the blast due to the power now oht of control due to his fatal wound and the thing that stabbed him even going through his wand as well. Oh and I think these four bits of orchestral music combined would make fitting music for that Zettaflare moment and the aftermath. I know they are not Disney but I wanted to get this out there. Also for the final two links just listen to the first half since for some reason another pice is in their second halfs. Sorry if it's a bit much it's all just coming up so fast I am just so excited for the next chapter. Also there is a bonus fifth and sixth link in there that show my inspiration for it.

https://youtu.be/x_Y2_BN_C4I, https://youtu.be/bxL8hQ0jwyg, https://youtu.be/Kh57Yn_3hiQ, https://youtu.be/OWt2U-bNHh0, https://youtu.be/KK__tQD8as8, https://youtu.be/0-s6_fkLRoM

Oof lol I appreciate th e excitement! Tho I gotta admit the zettaflare scene in Keys is kinda not much at all like it is in KH3, it takes place under an entirely different context and is kind of... less of a major moment I would say? I just wanted to include it bc Donald casting Zettaflare is cool as fuck ahahah

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maguro13-2 · 3 months

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Shattered Hero ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Episode Maka Pt.2

King Dedede : Look, it's like this! I've a got a treasure chest that contains a deadly entity named Dark Nebula that was imprisoned inside. I have no idea what are the damages it cost, but it's my suggestion that it's never going to be a fat chance. Even the UK will have something prove useful!

Escargoon : It's not like we can never steal someone's cake. So what if somebody else ate and had that little pink ball of fluff went on a bodacious rampage over cake! I'm sure that has nothing to do with us.

*SMASH!*

Waddle Doo : Your majesty! It's Kirby! He's on a bodacious rampage over cake! (gets knocked over by the star) WAAAH!

King Dedede : Kirby! Wait! I'm not a food thief anymore! I changed my wicked ways! I had nothing to do with your cake! Ask Escargoon, he'll rob for me!

Escargoon : What!? Why me, sire!? I'm not gonna rob you!

King Dedede : Well, how do you expect that to happen!? I need answers now! You want this chest? It does not contain food! It contains something very evil and Meta Knight told me that you would prevent it. Look I created copies of the chest that contains the prison of--No! Wait! (gets beaten up by kirby) Ouch! Hey! Ugh! Stop that! Oof! Watch the eye! YAAAAH! Oh, the pain! That tickles! O-O-O-OWWWW!

Escargoon : (to viewers) Am i seeing this, or you'll be watching him getting beaten up to a pulp by that pink marshmallow over there, isn't it?

King Dedede : (after getting beaten, weakly) For the love of God, Kirby. I'm a food thief no more.

Kirby : (does the victory dance) Hai!

Escargoon : Do you always have to do that when you defeat a boss in every level like that? But I wouldn't surprise that I wouldn't open that chest. It's a prison for that Pseudo ruler of the Underworld and he has been locked for a long period of time! Don't you even recognize that. Why would you go after a treasure that is a prison to an evil entity over a lousy cake?

*BOOM!*

King Dedede : My roof!

[Squeak Squad Theme plays]

Escargoon : Who is that cheese-eating freak with a top hat!? Are you one of Mouser friends or what?

Daroach : My name is Daroach and we are the Squeak Squad.

Escargoon : The what?

Meta Knight : The thieves! They're going after Dark Nebula's prison!

Daroach : We would demand you to hand over that treasure you got that your in hands. So hand it over. That there chest has full of riches and we would be millionaire with adults sized-and gorgeous hair. Not that in a particular order.

King Dedede : No way, asshole! Step off! You don't know what's inside that chest! It's not safe for anyone to go in it. And it better be not my porno stash! It's always my porno stash!

Storo : We're not talking about your stash, bozo! We wanted that treasure chest now or else we're gonna smash you limb from limb!

King Dedede : You can't have it! It's not for safety measures!

Spinni : (behind dedede) I wouldn't think so. You'll be giving me that treasure or I'm gonna make a cat scratch on ya. Whether you'll hand over that treasure for me or we gonna take it from you the hard way.

King Dedede : Oh yeah? Who's gonna make me? You, the cheese-loving freaks or these little squeak pest that can literally throw bombs at me...? (it is revealed that the squeakers are holding bombs with there ears) Why did I even bother being blasted?

(WHOOSH!)

King Dedede : Huh? (music abruptly stops) Hey! Where did Dark Nebula's prison go!? It's not in my hand anymore!

Meta Knight : Who swiped the prison that contains Dark Nebula in it!? Is it one of your squeakers that took it?

Mizune : Sorry, boys. But you were finding something in your hands that isn't yours.

[Fly in the Freedom by Tabitha Fair plays]

Storo : (in awe) Hey, who's that pretty lady?

Daroach : So we meet again, Mizune.

Mizune : Thanks for the treasure, guys. Too bad that you weren't expecting of having a chest like that contains the prisoner that ruled the Underworld for generations. So, you would want to know that how this ruler would bring infinite power darkness they say. But it wouldn't be that easy for a lady would never say no to anyone. It's what we treasure hunters are good at taking things that isn't yours. But I have keep it our your mousy hands. It's the prison of that pseudo ruler of the Underworld. I need that chest to be destroyed before that entity could escape and it can find a host that will be powerful and fearful. But you want to know more than that, then you gotta follow the truth! It's only the way that can be resolved.

Meta Knight : Believe in truth. How on earth did you know that?

Mizune : You tell me. I'll let you know. Anyways, see ya round, knight. I gotta stick around to find more treasures. And oh one more thing, here's a present for you. (throws smoke ball)

King Dedede : Hey! What's going on!?

Escargoon : I can't see a thing! Who throws a smoke bomb at the castle!?

Waddle Doo : There's too much smoke we can't see a clear thing!

Meta Knight : It's a Smoke Ball! I gotta get rid of this thing, right now! (destroys Smoke Ball to clear the smoke)

Escargoon : Crazy mouse lady. Who does think she is anyway!? (whispers into Dedede's ear) Lucky for you, she's definitely smokin for a woman to be the average size of a human mice. Who's crazy idea was it for her to be the Mouse girl to find a local cheese shop?

King Dedede : Them mouse freaks are gone! And so does the treasure!

Meta Knight : Kirby! He must've went off by himself! I've gotta find him and Dark Nebula's prison before he could find a host to make it powerful and will cover the planet in darkness! Celestial 9 might have a chance to find out Dark Nebula's whereabouts whethers he demands on conquering the planet or the Galaxy itself, I need someone that could help me continue my research. (dials phone) Tsugumi, is my ship ready?

[Endrum Collective - Hideaki Kobayashi]

Tsugumi : (on the phone) Yes, sir Meta Knight. The ship's ready and is all rebuilt. I even manage to get everyone ready to face the final frontier. Jupiter, the birthplace of Maka Albarn herself. And within in it is the sanctuary belonging the Phantonian race, a group of powerful and deadly beings that ruled the galaxy before the birth of us. Just wonder if we think that Maka has finally returned after she disappered? Let's all agree on that if she will able to see me again.

Meta Knight (via phone) : Possibly quite true. But if she did come back after being locked up for at least three years, she would've missed this one out. Make sure to tell the crew that Celestial 9 is making their moves.

Tsugumi : (on the phone) Yes sir. Sounds a like a good plan. Celestial 9 will be going to make their selves unbelievably curious when they find out that the real and actual Maka Albarn has returned. And then I will congratulate them in a fairly manner to see what they have us in store to know about Dark Nebula, pseudo ruler of the Galaxy, bringing darkness to the galaxy.

Meta Knight : (on the phone) That's the Tsugumi Harudori, I know, believe it that all things are necessarily in order. Just believe it. That is all what I wanted to hear. Now then, get the New Halberd ready, it's time that we must take actions on whether Dark Nebula alive or dead.

Tsugumi : Understood, sir. So true that I had to take the point. Well, continue on your investigations, sir.

Meta Knight : (via phone) Good, Meta Knight, out. (beeps)

[Preparation for Ritual - Jun Senoue]

Tsugumi : Maka...Darn you after all of that! It's been 3 years since never noticed me about why did I not turn into a weapon and see me like this as a hero? I would never be the instrument of death himself, Shinra's man-made son. I will never forgive for whatever they did to this world, If that's the case of being a hero to myself, I would never protect his legacy and move forward to be a hero so that I would rule the day after what happened to my friends, this will be my own justice, this will be my story, and to answer it to all...Justice against the hearts and souls of Heartless will be served!

~ Act 1 : A Never-Ending Story ~

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eri-blogs-life · 3 years

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#bloodborne #gender #oof i am sorry friends from the uk #transphobia tw

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ravenadottir · 3 years

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Hear me out: headcannons about Bobby growing old with mc🥺 (I needed some fluff T-T)

no no no no no, you can’t just come in here and do this to me!! that’s so wholesome! i think i’m gonna have to divide this in decade marks, and maybe stop at the 30 year mark? i can do a part II later. 🤔

‘10 year mark’

the ‘mckenzie’ brand has expanded to restaurants, bars and bakeries all over the uk

the bars are considered a hot spots in the big cities. pictures of young ‘paisley cuddle’ are scattered on the walls, along with the pics from the villa’s parties, to set the theme

the restaurants have bobby and his experiences with famous chefs, like jake ‘sweetcheeks’ wilson, mary berry, gordon ramsey, wolfgang puck.

the bakeries however have the pictures from the time bobby went on the bake off show and won.

there’s small town models of the bakeries/restaurants that are seen as ‘family diners’

you and bobby already have two kids, 4 years apart from each other. in my head bobby is the type to have them earlier so they can live their best life together, have fun in the kitchen or in the backyard playing ball.

he loves throwing birthday parties every year, and of course, baking the cake. to which year is a different theme. “babe, you take care of the decorations and the details i’m definitely gonna forget, and me?” he puffs his chest holding a whisk. “i’m the cake guy.”

bobby is the reason why the kids love the parties so much. he’s the type of parent that goes on the slider with the kids, jumps with them in the bounce house, starts the water balloon wars…

the parents are so thankful for him since he’s pretty much the one who keeps an eye on them at all times.

usually, he’s waking up early every day because it became a habit since his hospital times. he never really shook that habit. so he prepared breakfast, takes the dog out, while you wake the kids up to eat and rush them to school

the dad that takes two different cameras and a phone to film and take pictures during his kids’ public presentations, games, recitals and science fairs “dad, one phone is enough” “yeah, but your dad needs backup! i’m from the 90′s darling. i can’t be any different” he says, shrugging with a grin.

you guys have a small house on the outskirts of glasgow or london, depending on who won the bet you had when you got married.

you’re pregnant again. entirely unplanned and now bobby can’t stop crying,. he always wanted three kids.

‘15 year mark’

a third child came three years ago, which made you consider a much more peaceful place to buy a house. and a bigger one for that matter.

bigger bakyeard means more people and their kids playing around the lawn, as bobby and gary grill sausages, making stupid jokes about it, and you and the girls have drinks shaking your heads.

you and bobby are gary’s kids’ godparents

ibrahim can’t come, he’s to busy making mad money on brand deals. noah is calming the kids down, by reading something in the living room, while bobby shakes a cocktail for the tired parents.

gary gives you a new couple of puppies, because the dog you had has unfortunately passed away. (sorry!)

your first kid is just turning 13 and being a little pain in the ass. but they like their uncles and aunties so they will actually raise their heads from *inser new device that will replace phones*

you guys travel in your car, to spend a week in cabins, fishing, playing ball, having picnics close to the lake

bobby always throws at least one of the kids in the water, before jumping in and splashing everyone. “bet you can’t do better than that, babe…” he says to you, raising his brows suggestively. “watch me, mckenzie.”

summer time and the lake became a tradition since it was the first place you and him spent a holiday alone

the employees that attend to you in hotels refer to you as “the mckenzie’s”

in the city, you have a trustworthy babysitter that will spend the night so you and bobby can have some time alone

he surprises you with dates and flowers out of nowhere

early nights are made for you and bobby to help the kids with homework

at this point, bobby is invited to be a special guest in cooking/baking competitions in the uk

and to have a “masterclass” of hiw own, where he mostly credits you for the idea of expanding, the execution of the administrative plans and how to actually expand a business. “i only do the cooking. she’s the genius behind the money.” he laughs while crossing his legs during his online course.

‘20 year mark’

kids’ sad times. graduations are happening. the youngest is entering third grade, the other one is in uni, far from home. “did you have to choose something so far from your old man?” “dad… of course! how else would i have a ‘paisley cuddle’ phase?” they respond, laughing. “i should’ve never told you thats story! now you’re having ideas!” “relax dad. everything is gonna be fine!” the middle one is entering high school and their rebellious phase.

bobby follows through with his part of the deal when you got married, by wearing something ridiculous to embarrass your kid at their graduation. “dad, you look like a hawaiian drug dealer.” “ i know,” “oh, so it wasn’t dark when you got dressed? mom!” “what can i say, your dad doesn’t care for blacks and blues.” “yeah, right…”

professionaly, bobby has a renowned signature dish, plenty of new ideas for the future, like school and courses.

the house is the same you bought five years ago, but now, it’s mostly parents getting together for barbecues, cocktails, movies and game nights

the younger children stay in the tv room upstairs

‘25 year mark’

your second child didn’t go to uni, and decided to help out on the family business. they always felt like this was the life for them and couldn’t wait to finish school to start.

bobby wanted them to go to school to learn everything they could “but dad, you didn’t, and you know so much.” “oof, they got you there, babe.”

you have a second wedding ceremony and a second honeymoon

bobby has a few grey hairs popping through his dreads

he’s still wearing colorful shirts and girls on social media call him ‘daddy’

he’s been invited to cook for the queen (yes, she’s still alive)

you see your friends a few times more a year now.

your third child is going to uni, to follow a career path you never imagined they would, but you’re proud of them

you decided to sell the house, that’s so big now, and find a smaller one that still has an extra bedroom for when your oldest comes to stay with their partner

bobby cracks dad jokes now, and according to gary, he picked them up from him “sure, gary, ‘cause you’re the only man on the planet who tells dad jokes” “stop bickering! you’re like an old married couple.” you say, slapping their arms playfully

‘30 year mark’

your first child just had their first child

“you’re a grandpa, bobs!” gary slaps him on the back, picking up a box of cigars that they will share with noah and ibrahim.

“can’t believe i’m this old.” “if you’re old, what am i?” you ask him, folding your arms on your chest. “beautiful?” he responds with a clear guilty expression.

‘things that would happen at all times during this entire journey’

bobby would sing to the kids every night

you would read them bedtime stories, taking turns to do the voices

it’s a tradition to cook together on special occasions, no matter what happens. the three kids, you and bobby would always spend the day listening to music, talking about life, slicing, sauteeing, mixing, measuring. it’s a tradition that will never die

when your grandkids come around, they will be the the ones resposible for measuring

drawings that your kids do in school akways have extra colors on bobby’s outfits. his name also has more than three colored letters

bobby has taught your kids how to play the guitar

rainy afternoons were known as “dad’s baking afternoons”

you and bobby had a hard time to find a compromise between being friends and parents.

open conversations with your kids, about everything. they knew what to expect in the world.

bobby’s parents would visit, to spend a whole weekend and share stories of his childhood, as yours would too

family vacation always had a ‘car trip and singing along to the radio’ type of tradition as well

your oldest now takes their child for family vacation in the same spot you and bobby used to

twice a year you guys rent a place for the family to have some bonding, even after they get married (or not)

“your dad is the finest pillow fort architect in the uk”

camping in the backyard when you had to cancel a trip

you’re in charge of coaching and playing sports in the back of the house while bobby relaxes under the sunlight “i was never very athletic”. he’s the empire

*these are the ones on the top of my head. i must’ve left dozens behind :/

#litg #love island the game #love island the game season 2 #litg s2 #litg season 2 #fusebox #fusebox games #bobby mckenzie #queue #submission #litg bobby

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likeawildthing · 4 years

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in full transparency, last night i asked for you all to share the things you’re missing and grieving. I thought I could hold a place on this blog for the collective grief we are all feeling, even for one ask session. but it became too much. everyone is properly upset and I apparently don’t have capacity right now to offer words of support to all. And I don’t necessarily think that I need to. It’s okay that this sucks. There is a moment of collective grief we’re all feeling, we are all missing different things. It’s okay not to compare your loss to someone else’s. A loss felt by you is still a loss. We’re all coping, yeah? but i did read all of your responses, and I’m putting them under the cut if anyone wants to read. I hope you do give it a read because it does affirm that we aren’t alone.

love you all <3 <3 <3

anonymous: My bf broke up with me cause he couldn’t handle the distance due to corona... now I grieve what we could’ve been. I miss him so much.

anonymous: grieving the loss of my senior year of college, my cancelled thesis, my graduation, my job, and my application to grad school which is postponed indefinitely while I work out the requirements. Would love suggestions on how to fill the void

anonymous: i'm grieving the loss of my racing season. i didn't think it was as devastating as it would be but losing all the work that my team put in for years to get where we are today and losing the chance to prove ourselves at nationals.... has been just that... devastating. i can say though that this quarantine has brought the team close together and i am finding myself. thank god i have the ability to but i am looking at myself as a person instead of just a student, athlete, etc. and figuring out myself in the process. whether that means hobbies, what to do with my future, or just what fulfills me, i'm learning a lot of things about myself. also the weather was gorgeous out today and i was able to get a walk with my dad in after my workout. beautiful!!! also made banana bread and have a zoom call with my teammates for sunday breakfast tomorrow. (GOOD VIBES!!!)

anonymous: Due to quarantine I can’t see my significant other for an indeterminate amount of time since we’re long distance and I’m an at-risk person. We’re trying to fill the distance with FaceTime calls but it’s still really hard, mostly because we’re just stuck and don’t know for how long :(

anonymous: I used to volunteer at an op shop every sunday with two of my favourite people. The customers sucked, but we played disney and had a blast and would sometimes do dinner or games after it. I miss it so much. To make up for it, we send regular pictures of our pets, do video calls on sundays and play an online pictionary type game to laugh at each other's terrible drawing skills :')

anonymous: In Germany we are allowed to see one other person at a time. I miss meeting more than one friend. As an autistic girl, communication can be hard and it's easier when you are with three people, cause you can just let them talk and no one focuses on you the entire time. You can just listen and not talk for a bit.

anonymous: I'm a costume designer and after a few years of assisting I finally finally got hired as the lead designer for Matilda. Which of course then got cancelled, and may be pulled from the season completly if we can't reopen by June. So I have all of these fabric samples and sketches that hurt my heart to look at but that I can't bear or risk throwing out.

@empiresprincess I’m grieving making music, running a musical, being with young weird enthusiastic youths, and my health. Also seeing my mom or a few my more beloved friends. I’m snuggling my dog, watching my fav youtuber, rewatching comforting media, trying to take care of myself and to let others know when I really need help. Oh and Im working on not judging myself too harshly.

anonymous: i was just finishing my second quarter at ucla when everything got shut down, and like.. it kinda sucks. i busted ass to get accepted to my dream school, pulled all nighter after all nighter at community college and finally transferred to ucla. i was JUST starting to feel like i had a place there. winter quarter was when i made some really good professor friends, started to get into the swing of things, adn that was when i realized i genuinely WANTED to go to grad school in the uk and get a phd and one day teach. then overnight im back home struggling w online classes and it just feels like im back to square one? they haven't cut our tuition costs either, and i feel like im paying so much for a whole experience, which now is just zoom university. ;~; i know its not the end of the world, but its sad and i miss my roommates. still, i guess it could be worse. i feel bad for the seniors who are ending their ucla journey with this. also my boyfriend and i have been doing long distance for nearly a year, and our one-year anniversary is coming up in a few days. i really thought we'd at least be able to spend that together, but he's an international student and he had to go back to india bc of covid. ;~; i miss him a lot and im terrified that the increased distance/time difference will cause us to just fizzle out. its not like we don't love each other a lot, but such limited contact (he can't ft bc his dad doesn't know about us, and so we only call like 3 times a week for 10 mins) makes it hard.. i haven't seen him in almost three months now, and it's just sad, even though i know its not either of us's fault. anywho!! this got really long; sorry about that!! in the grand scheme of things this isn't that bad though, so i'm trying to grieve the losses (and the loss of being back home, oof!) while still keeping an eye out for some of the good things to come. take care linds i hope you're safe and doing better

anonymous: On one level I am literally grieving the loss of a family member to the virus, but on another I am grieving the loss of my usual life (I had to move back in with my parents temporarily after being on my own for 4 years) and my student (our governor just announced that schools are closed for the rest of the year and I feel like I never ever got to say good bye). I've been filling the void by writing fanfic, but even that has been hard as I have no privacy anymore. I keep getting interrupted.

#grief #covid #good vibes 2k20

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I had an okay weekend, I’ve managed to catch a frustrating cold that’s leaving me with almost no voice. Happiful Magazine is a UK based magazine that talks about health and such. It’s a magazine where you can receive advice on how to help yourself, how to take care of yourself. I’m thinking of possibly writing for it, but I don’t know if I’d be good enough for it. Freelance writing is something that I have been looking into doing since this class as an after college thing. ~♉️

Real Love~ “He presses his warm lips to your forehead, and the feeling in your heart is like coming home.” This was a beautiful piece that shows love between two friends in the sweetest way even as their stuck in a fake relationship coming to an end. It’s adorable to see the budding relationship bloom into something more real than either of them had expected. I love that this bloomed when their contracted fake relationship started coming to an end.~♉️

Come Cuddle~ “You know exactly what he means: you’ve always believed home is a feeling, not a place, but it wasn’t until you actually met Tom that you could truly experience what it’s like to place your sense of self into another person.” Killed my heart with the adorableness of this piece! I’ve fallen in love with this one and now it takes control as my favorite oneshot for Tom already. I’m sure something will top it, but I just absolutely adore this piece! ❤️~♉️

Quiet Nights~ “It’s normal, Tom. You don’t have to be happy all the time. You don’t have to be strong all the time. You’re a person, and sometimes people feel low, and there’s nothing wrong with that.” God I wish someone could remind me of this. I absolutely love this fic and I can completely relate to Tom, especially recently. Y/N is the perfect pick-me-up person, shining a light in the darkness swallowing us whole... sorry a bit morbid there, but new favorite!! ❤️~♉️

Underneath the Mask~ Prince Tom, ooh I’m in for it!! Gosh the forbidden love between best friends that aren’t supposed to be best friends ❤️! “He’s in love with you, possibly the only person he’s not allowed to date. The only person that knows of his secret romance is Harrison, and even he, for all his good-naturedness, had been horrified at first when he’d heard Tom was courting a Y/L/N. I’m so in love with this, and maybe it’ll be my favorite when I’m in a good headspace. I love it! ❤️~♉️

Lust~ I’m in for it... Should I be reading this during class? Probably not. Am I going to though? Absolutely. “Tom meets your eyes, and in his deep, swirling depths, you find understanding.” Oh you’re trying to get me in trouble with this piece 🥵. You and your details, setting it up perfectly, driving the piece deeply, simply, yet detailed excursions are your forte. I have nothing left to say other than that I should not have read this during class. (Written yesterday at 1:30 p.m.) ❤️~♉️

The Box~ This is my new favorite, just so you know, and I don’t think anything will top it. “Your heart races as you nod, realising that though it might not happen now, at some point - some point very soon - Tom’s going to fall to his knees in front of you and sweep you off your feet. A large grin paints over your lips.” New freakin’ favorite right here!!!! ❤️❤️~♉️

The Rooftop Party~ Awe!! “You aren’t together, and you know the arms around your waist are his idea of being close to a friend.” 💔 that broke my little heart... “You grin happily, body floating in a suspended state of bliss.” Yup, you fixed it ❤️, and I’m kind of in love with this one.. It’s so close, meters away from taking over the favorite spot in OneShots right now. It’s soooo sooo close! But, it’s still such an adorable fluffy piece, and I absolutely adore it! ❤️~♉️

A Rose~ okay, hold it... gone wrong.? I don’t want the angst!! “He wants to say no. He really wants to say no.” God I really wasn’t prepared 😩😭. I’m crying right now, wha.. wha.. what did you just do to my heart right now?! What?! Why?! I can’t.. oh my god, you broke me. 😭😭😭💔💔💔💔 You can’t kill me like that!!!!!!!! 💔~♉️

Accidental Proposal~ “You love him. You love him in a way you’ve never loved anyone before. It’s all-consuming, all-encompassing, and absolutely fulfilling. And you know you never want that love to fizzle out, or fade away, or be taken away.” That just made me go awe really, really loudly. This is such an adorable piece. This is like.. just.. oh my gosh it’s so pure. I love, love, love it! ❤️❤️❤️~♉️

Lingerie~ okay, I’ve read this one and it is just too damn good 🥵. “It’s a game. A dangerous, heated game, and with every passing day, his eyes seem hungrier as they meet with yours, and he seems to inch closer to you.” The go from oh this 🥵 will happen again to another time with a date because they both truly want more than a fling. And I love it! 🥵❤️~♉️

One Million~ “Never one to accept defeat so easily, Tom reaches up and wraps his hand around your wrist, his touch keeping your phone in place as he brings his index finger up and begins to scroll through your feed, greedy eyes skimming over the numbers. You stay still, trying not to think about how nice it feels to have him gripping at your skin so tightly.” Damn.. 🥵🥵🥵 that was fucking good. Oof 🥵❤️~♉️

Head Over Heels~ okay, just from the summary I know I’m in for fluff! “After a while, the conversation fades out, and then it’s just him, and you, sat on top of his washing machines, holding hands.” And you’ve done killed me with fluff again. This is now my favorite, I’m sorry “The Box”, but you’ve been beaten by an even more fluffy piece. It’s so detailed, adorable, fluffy, and gooooood! The consuming need to want to be with y/n gets me because I want that! I’m in love with this piece! ❤️~♉️

Warm~ I’ve read this one too ❤️🥵 Jesus fuck I forgot how hot this piece was 🥵🥵🤦‍♀️. “For you, there’s nothing more fulfilling than hiding your face into your boyfriend’s shoulder and feeling him everywhere.” Jesus. I know the last oneshot that I have to read before the mobTom! pieces will be just as hot, but damn. 🥵❤️~♉️

Sucker Punch~ I purposely waited to read this for this moment. “You’re surprised by his reaction to you. You’d expected something else entirely. Clenched jaws and anger. The last time you’d been together, things between you had been the opposite of amicable.” gosh and you gave us a flashback. Jesus fuck that was hot.. like I can’t even.. 🥵🥵.. So... This is my favorite piece, like fucking FAVORITE piece! No topping that, it’s not possible for anything to top this piece ever. In love. ❤️❤️~♉️

Holy crap, I’ve now gotten through all of the OneShots for Tom aside from the Mob ones. I’m kind of like.. idk and I haven’t read the newest part of TFG because I don’t want to die, but like I’m about to read that because I want to wait for the mobTom ones.~♉️

I have a question because I feel like you know, but I’m not sure. Do you who know what my username is? Cause like I’ve given sooo many hints and now I’m just curious as to whether you already know or not 😂 😂 ~♉️

Okay, I’m going to be starting your MobTom pieces once I finish my homework and newspaper work. So, like, I’m excited and wondering if I’ll have a new favorite because like, I went through a couple of favourites in the OneShots. We’ll see what happens! Also, still haven’t read part nine because I’m just so on edge! I’m going to read it tonight though, but like Oof just dreading it, not sure how I’m going to handle how you kill me with this new chapter. ❤️~♉️

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OKAY SO WE HAVE A LOT TO UNPACK HERE. first off I just want to say I’m sorry it took me a while to answer these - I never really know when to start answering and when to wait, but I feel like this is a good time to pause? because you sent in so much and I don’t want you to feel like I don’t appreciate every single message - because I DO !! okay !! so !!

first - I hope you’re feeling better !!! colds are horrid. and I also hope that you do the freelance writing gig! anything to get your foot in the door is good, and writing is always so fun. go you !! let me know how it goes if you do it!

second - :))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

scream. THANK YOU for taking the time to send these in. thank you thank you. all the isolated quotes are like a BLAST from the past, because I wrote a lot of those two years ago. I’ve reread them all apart from A Rose, and just...wow. crazy. I hope you could like...see my writing improve as you went through them 😂 thank you so much, again. like, truly. I can’t say it enough. but just knowing the time it must take you to do all of this for me....... I am eternally eternally grateful. thank you <33333

third - I’m like, 95% sure I know who you are, but I don’t think I’d ever be 100% 😂 I also wouldn’t ever want to message you without your permission, because sometimes people find it easier talking over anon, and I’d never want to abuse that dynamic that we’ve built up..? does that make sense? idk !! sometimes people feel safer on anon, so even if I was 100% sure, I wouldn’t ever message you without getting the green light first <3

fourth - thank you AGAIN, so so so so much for this. I was so happy to read your thoughts and even happier that your favourite piece was the one I wrote most recently - means I’m doing something right :) good luck with the mob ones!! they’re very different to everything else that I’ve written, obviously, but I had fun with them. when I started the mob series, I’d intended for it to be more of a ....well, series.....but we’re not quite there yet 😂 you’ll see lol. good luck and thank you!!

#stop reading my smut during class !!!!#cryyyy #thank you thank you #<3333 #♉️ anon #anonymous

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hi !! can i get a romantic haikyuu matchup with ♫︎ + 𑁍 please? she/her pronouns, i'm pan, infp, with a libra sun+moon ! i'm introverted, very chill and free spirited, also very patient, to the point that i'm sometimes a doormat :/ i'm in touch with my emotions, i'm usually quiet but can get really talkative when excited. i get in my own head a lot and have a hard time asking for help. cursed memes and playful banter are my cups of tea, and i'm not easily flustered (but that's probs partly bc i'm kinda dense oof). 🃏 [1/3]

i do competitive debate and it's kind of my sport! i'm a theatre kid too, i absolutely love performing! i'm bilingual and learning french, i love classic books, philosophy, and cats. i'm a pop culture nerd! i speak very animatedly. sharing songs is a love language for me. i think i'm very supportive towards my friends, i don't always give advice but i always try to be there for them as much as i can (even if i nag them sometimes).🃏 [2/3]

i love writing analyses on media i like! i'm especially into stuff that has lots of themes and focus on character psyche, i like picking them apart. i also like fashion and playing uke! i don't have an ideal type for an s/o, all i ask is they understand when i'm super busy and need to be alone to recharge, but also know when to call me out when i'm trying to burn myself out lol. i like spontaneous, spur of the moment dates! this got long hshs but thank you sm and hope you have a great day !! 🃏 [3/3]

♡ matchup for anon

haikyuu: i match you with . . .

tetsurō kuroo !!

• i'm convinced you'd go great with Kuroo, and that you're exactly his type! relaxed and quiet yet fun, you'd catch his attention quickly.

• he adores your analytical, nerdy side but also your funny and free-spirited personality. definetly the type to playfully make fun of you for those traits to express his affection tho (until you point out he's just as much of a geek himself)

• being Kenma's friend, he has no problem getting you out of your head and laying out the facts. he'll help you focus on smaller goals to keep you from burning out. taking breaks is obligatory and if he's not there himself you guys will have video chats to take your mind off work. his dedication knows no bounds, trust me.

• boy is super vigilant about your health but not in an annoying naggy way. he sends you reminers to drink water and have a meal because he doesn't want his dearest person hurting herself (｡╯︵╰｡)

• you guys met at a debate competition. Kuroo didn't really want to be there but he was recruited by his peers to fill in for another person from the debate club who couldn't make it. he's always this kind, right?

• funny thing is that you never had an "official" debate but instead one in the corridor of the building the competition was held in. you were trying desperately to get a drink stuck in the vending machine when Kuroo came to your rescue.

• he taught you a useful hack how to get those things free but also teased you about not asking for help sooner you know he had to

• you ended up arguing over whether or not it was okay to ask strangers for help. it was dumb and far from any structured debate, but it was fun! Kuroo really had a bast seeing you switch from your polite ways to excitable chatter during your conversation and knew immediately he liked you.

• so, you exchanged numbers and social media before parting ways. getting together as an official couple no doubt took a while but that only resulted in a relationship that was all the more sound and comfortable for the both of you (*´▽`*)

• if anyone plans to take advantage of your politeness, Kuroo will just stare at them over your shoulder with that smile of his. i assure you no one is going to take advantage of you on his watch! "hmm? what was that you were about to say? let us hear it."

• you playfully tease each other on daily basis, light-hearted banter and snarky remarks, but by god when he tries to be the slightest bit more romantic you completely miss the point. rip Kuroo he's taken it as a challenge to make you flustered and will stop at nothing.

• you guys would have so much fun debating over everything from philosophy to ridiculous opinions such as whether cheese goes before or after the ham on a sandwich.

• gets all smug when you start being more talkative with him because you're showing a special side to yourself, hehe.

• has the s o f t e s t smile on his face when he listens to you talk !! like, resting his chin on his palm and leaning in, hanging on your each and every word while thinking how precious you are ♡︎

• can't forget about all the cursed memes you send each other in the middle of the night! not mention how you have entire conversations in them??

• it's completely all right if you don't have advice to give. when Kuroo's feeling down you being there is all be needs ♡︎ your presence alone is enough to remind him everything is going to be okay.

• !! sharing earbuds during bus, car and train rides !! change my mind. he especially likes it if you rest your head on his shoulder all the while, it makes him feel happy that you trust him so much. plus the fluffy intimacy.

• once he tried doing the same to you but he's kinda heavy so eventually you had to tell him to lift it. but in exchange, you let him lay his head on your lap. he actually prefers it that way now.

• such an overly dramatic couple honestly. if one of you starts acting dramatic, the other will jump the bandwagon no questions asked. yeah . . . your friends don't third-wheel on your dates much . . .

• your dates include shopping for fashion (imagine trying to style his hair to fit with the rest of his outfit but the last second it just goes poof), aimless "we'll figure out a date on the way there" drives, trying out funky science experiments from youtube, donating blood, pillow fort parties and childhood movie nights ♡︎

♫︎ music box

— Yellow by Coldplay

— Nicholas Sparks by Kinda Collective

— Sweet Talk by Saint Motel

— Backyard Boy by Claire Rosinkranz

— Dance, baby! by Pablo

𑁍 jewellery box

— favourite memory with you

afrer a big volleyball game victory Kuroo had decided to cofess to you. it was the perfect opportunity, he was feeling the most confident and ready. so, after the celebration with his teammates he invited you over to his place where you'd get some peace and quiet. however, before he got to say what he'd been agonising over for months now, you asked to play a song for him. you had written it yourself, especially for him, for this victory and your own confession! boy was absolutely shooketh but all the more smitten. he almost cried you were so perfect shh it was you both laughed as he said his confession right after ♡︎

— favourite activity to do together

i said it before and i'm gonna say it again: Kuroo loves playfully bantering with you. your wit never ceases to surprise him but it also gives him an excuse to throw an arm around your shoulder and get even closer to you ♡︎ as for actual activities i wanna say simply hanging out with you is more than enough for Kuroo because it's then when you're the most relaxed. it also leaves room for more spontaneous dates, your adventures are always new and exciting!

— favourite place to kiss you

Kuroo is a tease and will kiss you anywhere but the lips (or any other place you want him to). he loves giving you kisses but in most situations you might think he lives to see your pout or glare as he takes his time. in the end though, his kisses are the sweetest, meant only for you. in conclusion, i think his preferences very much shift according to yours.

— favourite nicknames to call you by

okay i know 'kitten' is very popular in the fandom, and i think since you like cats he enjoys calling you by it. but the nicknames he likes calling you by the most are usually in foreign languages, like 'chica' 'ma cherie' etc. if you like nicknames then do i have good news for you because cheesy ones as 'hunny bun' and 'boo' are also on his list!

— favourite thing about you

your sense of humour, among other things, is something Kuroo finds endearing about you! it's very similar to his own so he thinks of it as something that connects the two of you. also, the fact that you're in touch with your emotions is precious in his eyes. it's not common these days so you're a special treasure to him ♡︎

♡︎ runner up: Rintaro Suna

hihi! here i am doing requests hahahahaa . . . right. no excuses. i am terribly sorry for the wait so i'm trying to improve the quality of these in an attempt to make-up for the mega long wait. i sincerely hope you see and loke this!! stay safe and remember to be kind to yourself ♡︎

#len's matches #matchups #haikyuu matchups #🃏anon

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nox-scrie · 4 years

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Liking Her Is Much Nicer Than Hating Her, Anyway

Okay so I know it’s the 27th now and I kind of forgot that Carry On Countdown even existed (I’m sorry) but I want to try to write everyday this year!! And This Is A Thing That I’m Really Proud Of, which I wrote in like two hours and it has some nice things happening.

Carry On Countdown: Day 2, Role Swap

Description: Penny, The Chosen One, shares a dorm room with Agatha, the perfect girl who (Penny is certain of it!) is secretly a vampire. In the last year of Watford, Penny will try uncovering her roommate’s secrets, but she may not like what she finds out.

Setting: Last year of school, The Humdrum does not exist, they’re all 18 so it’s legal to drink thanks UK, Baz has never been turned into a vampire and he is in a relationship with Simon, aaand Penny can contain her power.

Ships: Penny×Agatha (I’m not sure what’s their ship name) and Snowbaz ofc

Words: 3.8 k

Status: SFW (with some mentions of making out and the sudden appearance of A Bra!!!) and UNCORRECTED A LOT OF GRAMMAR MISTAKES I THINK GL READING IT

The feeling of dread started in her heart before she even opened her eyes. Once again she cursed her life, she cursed her mother for not stepping up and doing something about her idiotic roommate, she cursed her life and her existence and how unlucky she was. For now, a morning like any other.

As she opened her eyes, she was staring straight ahead at Agatha’s gorgeous, blonde hair and scoffed. She was snoring lightly, but even that seemed perfect when she did it. Agatha Wellbelove, as beautiful as she was cold, her worst enemy and the person that fueled her with rage everyday.

As if sensing her thoughts, Agatha turned around and faced her, lips chapped and slightly parted, her hair a yellow flag spread on the pillow. She was annoyingly beautiful and she knew it.

“Well good morning to you too, Bunce. Enjoying the view?” she asked, her voice husky, but somehow still mocking.

Penelope Bunce snatched the pillow from below her head and threw it at her, hitting Agatha right in the face. The little “oof” sound she made was totally worth the pain she felt, ten times worse, because the stupid anathema about not hitting your roommate extended to pillow fights too.

“I’m enjoying it better now.” she said to Agatha’s red, furious face.

Before she could retort, Penny got out of bed and right in their shared bathroom, hopping in the shower.

You would think that by being the Chosen One, The Saviour of the Mage World, Penny had a saying in who got to be her roommate. It wasn’t that Agatha wad necessarily a bad roommate, it was quite the opposite: her part of the room was annoyingly clean, all her papers in separate binders and potions stacked by color in magicked shelves. Penny was a disaster compared to her: her notebooks were stacked on the floor rather than on her desk, which was occupied by half-drinken green teas and more empty cups of coffee than she would like to admit, and her blankets were basically just piles of clothes forgotten to be arranged in her dresser. That’s how Penny grew up, in a house too small to fit so many people, in a head too small to fit so many ideas, in a body too fragile to handle all her magic.

But no, Agatha’s neatness was not what made Penny hate her: it was the fact that she was a vampire that did the trick. Penny was certain of it; what kind of roommate would just go out and about each and every night, come back with a flash against her normally paper-white skin, and sneak soundlessly in bed? She was hiding something, and Penny was hellbent to find the secret out.

When she got out of the shower Agatha was in a skirt and her bra; it was a really nice one too, pastel pink that made her pale skin seem almost transparent. Her skirt was high-waisted, a deep green which contrasted amazingly with her hair…

Agatha raised an eyebrow and only then did Penny realize that she was staring. She tightened her towel around herself, grabbed her uniform where it was hanged on her dresser and she rushed back into the bathroom, her heart racing.

A great start of a day that could only get worse.

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“This day is amazing!”

Simon Snow, her best friend, dumb as night but in an endearing way, sat across from her, shoving piece after piece of scones in his mouth. Baz Pitch sat next to him, a slightly concerned yet stupidly in love expression on his face.

“Baz woke up with his hair all messed up, it was so funny I almost had a breakdown laughing.”

The dark-haired man scoffed; that was an expression Penny was more aquianted to. Simon has been Penny’s friend since day one: he was the kind and she was the cunning and together they made the greatest team in school. He used to live with a pixie in his dormroom, but since he got in a relationship with Baz they moved in in the same room: it was that easy. Penny slightly despised them for it.

“It was not that messed up. And if it was, there’s only you to blame. Yesterday night was-”

“None of my business!” Penny shouted from across the table, her hands covering her ears and looking at the increasingly red face of Simon and the mockingly satisfied one of Baz.

Baz was hard to let in, all shadows and dark mysteries. As she had grown more accustomed to how his expression softened around Simon, though, she found it impossible to see how she thought he was bad for them at first. They started having a pace in the year they have Snowbaz was a real thing: Penny was the power, Baz was the mind, Simon was the action. They were perfect for each other, like the pieces of a puzzle thrown apart a long time ago and reunited now.

That was the moment Agatha Fucking Wellbelove entered the cafeteria. Penny rolling her eyes was almost instinct now, and Simon didn’t even bother to turn away from his scones to watch her entrance, surrounded by her not-as-beautiful-but-still-annyoingly-pretty friends. Baz had turned, though, and then looked over to Penny, a curious expression on his face.

“Did she do anything this morning?”

The image of Agatha’s bra flew across Penny’s mind, but she shook her head in denial. Now was not the time to have such thoughts, and what even were these thoughts? Penny needed a tea. Scrap that, she needed her ring, a galoon of coffee and a direct target to her forehead.

“Just existed.”

“Oh, that’s just the wooorst.” Baz mocked, and his straight teeth flashed in a smile that made his skin look darker than usual.

“Should we discuss how you throwed Simon down a flight of stairs because you couldn’t handle your feelings for him, Pitch? Because I am so ready.”

“Oh, so your feelings for Wellbelove as the same as mine for Simon?” he teased back, and Penny retracted.

“You told me that was an accident!” Simon registered the conversation they were having a few moments too late, and he turned his head to Baz, his voice a few tones higher.

“Sure it was. I would never do anything to harm you, my love, no matter how great my gay denial was, or how your lovely bronze curls made me want to commit murder.” Baz said sweetly, flickering Penny a look.

She barely contained her laughter, until she sensed a presence behind her. Already touching her ring, she turned, and saw Agatha standing behind her. There was no tray in her skinny hands, and with the sun shining from behind her, she was no different than an angel.

“Bunce.” she said, her tone imperious, but Penny could only think of her voice this morning, all raspy and almost sad.

“Wellbelove. What can I do for you, and should I get ring ready?”

“As eager as she is beautiful.” she said, a mock in her tone that made Penny scrunch up her forehead. “I was wondering if I will see you at the Fest this evening.”

“What for, so you can feed me to himera?” Penny said, doubt in her voice.

“I don’t pull the same stunt twice.” Agatha shrugged. “Maybe I will ask you for a dance. You’ll see if you come.”

And then she just left. Penny stared dumbfoundedly in the space she occupied just a moment ago, and as she turned to the boys on the other side of the table they were looking at her with wide eyes.

“When did that happen?” Baz asked, and Simon had his mouth hanging open, a piece of scone glued to the the side of his mouth. Penny wanted to reach over to bat it away, but Simon started speaking before she had the chance.

“Yeah, Penny, what? Why didn’t you tell me that you and Agatha were a thing?”

The shriek that came from Penny’s throat was not human. “Excuse you?” she half-shouted.

Simon rolled his eyes, and the crumb fell in his lap. Baz absently picked it up and ate it.

“I may be dumb.” he frowned. “ I am dumb. But even I could pick up the hearts and rainbows in her eyes.”

“True. She always gave me lesbian-vibes but I’ve always thought that it was because of her color pallete. Oh, Crowley, Penny! She can teach you how to dress properly! This is the best day of my life.”

“No. What? NO. Guys. Agatha and I are NOT a couple. She despises me! She tried feeding me to a hungry chimera! She is always mocking me! AND she is a vampire!”

Baz only listened to half of what she said before he started piling up mashed potatoes on top of each other to resemble a very bad flight of stairs, and he placed two mini-tomatoes on top. He stared right into her eyes as one tomato pushed the other down. Penny swallowed and sent him a whitering look.

“I think vampires are pretty hot.” Simon said after a moment, unaware of what his boyfriend just confessed next to him. Baz sent him a glare. “Not hoter than you, of course, darling. But just saying, if you were to wear some fake fangs for the Fest this evening that… would be pretty wicked.”

Simon and Baz started staring at each other as if they shared a world in which nobody but them was allowed. Penny could respect that; she and Simon had a similar relationship sometimes, and her and Baz were starting to get there too, but that doesn’t mean she didn’t make a gag noise.

“You guys are the worst; I’m trying to eat here.” Penny said, but she was smiling.

For a moment she wondered if she could ever find a love like that too, and she turned her glance back, where Agatha stayed a few tables off. She was looking at her when Penny turned her head, but she didn’t break eye contact, only slightly turned her head to the side.

Penny started focusing on her food once again, but she knew she was not able to eat anymore, nervousness creeping into her stomach. If there was a chance for her to find that love, Wellbelove was sure to crush it in high-heeled shoes before she even aknowledged it.

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Being the chosen one was hard as it was: Penny had a great power in her, so great that she almost didn’t manage to content, and she fought side by side with Simon, and now with Baz, everytime a new threat appeared. But being the daughter of the headmaster of the school of magic she was attending; it was harder.

She got much less privilages than one would expect, her mother standing tall and cold each time Penny came by her office to complain about the fact that Agatha was a vampire (“I will believe you when you bring me proof”) and that she wanted to kill her (“Nobody knew about the chimera, Penny. And you had that solved in the end, right? That’s what is important.”).

So, being the headmaster’s daughter, Penny was approximately obliged to attend each school event. It wasn’t something that usually bothered her: she could hang with her friends, eat as many marshmallows her heart desired and drink dandelion wine near her teachers without shame.

Tonight was different though: as she stared in the mirror and examined her costume, a traditional sari from her mother, she was feeling like something will happen. It was probably Agatha, who got a bag from her dorm this afternoon, promptly ignoring her, and never came back, and her stupid question.

Sighing, Penny checked if her hair was in place and stepped out of the bathroom, right when there was a knock in the door. Baz was on the other side, wearing black pants and a white shirt, showing his caramel-like chest, and a pair of fangs popping out of his mouth.

“It was that easy?” she asked, laughing.

“Shut up, Bunce.” he said, but it sounded more like “thatp banth”.

He extended an arm, and Penny realized that he was wearing a red-and-black cape too. It was ridiculous; there was no such a thing as an Egyptian vampire, but Penny was living for it.

They made their way in the courtyard, chatting about classes and teachers, mocking them and making slightly off impressions to make the other laugh (especially Penny, because she could barely understand him). Their friendship was easy like that, and Penny would lie if she said that she wasn’t grateful for it.

As they got to the party, Simon appeared out of nowhere, a pair of red, cartoonish wings and a demon tail, forked at the tip, as his Fest costume. There was no protocole for the Festivals, but dressing up was recommended: especially now, near the Halloween-season in the Normal’s world, many students decided to dress up, and it was pretty funny to see all of them putting effort in looking good for this one night.

When Simon saw Baz, his eyes widened comically and he pulled him down with a hand on his shirt for a kiss. Penny realized that it was a surprise for Simon, and smiled fondly, leavinf the two of them alone.

She made her way to the drinks table and poured herself a glass of wine, choosing a piece of pumpkin pie from a nearby desert table. The fire in the middle of the field was so high it was almost touching the sky, and Penny watched the flames dance with longing, to be so full of joy and passion, to live like that.

Agatha made her way towards her from the bonfire in an angel costume that was barely even there on her: she had a white glowing-stick halo, and a short, skin-tight dress. She was swaying slightly as she reached Penny, and started giggling.

Crowley, this will end in flames, won’t it?

“Are you drunk, Wellbelove?” Penny asked, and Agatha just snickered.

“As a kite! Wait, no, that’s high. I may be that too for all I know! The wine is amazing.”

Penelope looked down at her untouched glass and placed it back down on the table. Agatha’s brown eyes followed her, and a smile crept across her lips.

“Fair enough.” she said, but she wasn’t leaving, staring right at Penny instead.

“What do you want, Agatha?” Penny shook her head, breaking eye contact in the end.

“I want to talk to you, in fact. Come with me?” she extended a hand, but Penny batted it away.

“I’ll pass. Last time we went to talk, the chimera had more to say than you.”

“Please, Penny. Crowley, you’re so awful sometimes.” she shook her head, and looked across the field. “Oi! Baz! Come over here.”

Baz and Simon, who were making out against a tree, looked at each other, but made their way over them after a second. Agatha waited until they were a few feet away, and took out her wand from her knee-high boot, handing it over to Baz.

“Hold on to this while I chat with Penny for a couple o'minutes. Will you?”

Baz looked at Agatha for an intense second, then turned his eyes to Penny, a silent question in his look. Simon was not that subtle.

“I hope you know that if you hurt my best friend, I will end you. I will make you hate life so much you will regret that your great-great-great-grandfather was born and gave birth to all the other people before you.”

“That’s why I gave Baz my wand, Simon Sword-for-brain. Now, Penny, will you?”

Penny looked over to Baz’s hand, which held Agatha’s wand, and nodded, following the blonde in the forest. They didn’t go deep, just far enough for the chatter to be muffled but the flames to still lighten up the night. From her other boot, Agatha extracted a pack of cigarettes, and mumbled something that made it light up.

“You just casted a spell without a wand.” Penny was almost shaking with curiosity. “How… wow. That was so cool.”

Agatha shrugged with a shoulder and took a drag, extending it to Penny afterwards. Penny shook her head no, but she wasn’t sure what was she saying no to: the cigarette, the fact that she was smoking, that it wasn’t allowed to smoke on schoolgrounds or that she was able to cast a fire-spell without a wand, putting her in direct danger.

Before she expressed any opinion, though, Agatha started talking, the cigarette seemingly sobering her up, and Penny listened for once. Maybe it was because of the night, or Agatha’s dress, or the fire or how lonely she was, but in that moment Penny wanted to know what she had to say.

“My father hates me, you know.” she said, and then she laughed after a moment. “No, of course you don’t, sorry. Stupid question. He hates me, because he thinks… that my mother died because of me.”

Silence was a cloak over them; Penny watched the cigarette almost burnt to the filter, and just as it was dying Agatha took a last, long drag.

“There was a fire at Watford sometime ago.”

“Yeah.” Penny said, before she could stop. “More than ten years ago. A lot of victims. A vampire attack.”

“That’s right.” Agatha nodded, seemingly satisfied. “The infirmery was the place where the attack was held; I remember it in flashes: the white walls, with pink roses, the toys with missing parts and the cribs, wooden and so easy to burn.”

After a pause, Penny registred the true meaning of her words, and she took a step back. Agatha looked like she wanted to smile, but a sad expression was now hunting her face.

“Wait. You were there?” she asked, her voice little, Agatha farther away than she has ever been.

“I was. So was my mum. So were a dozen other children. They killed her right in front of me… and only because I was dumb enough to think that a rotten piece of a crib can do them any harm. She stepped in front of me, and he bit her. She was alive, Penny. She was alive when she looked at me, and sat herself on fire.”

She shook another stick in her palm, but her fingers were trembling too much to hold it properly. Penny didn’t think before taking a step forward and placing it between Agatha’s lips, concentrating her magic in her pointing ring, at the cigarette.

“Light'em up.” casted Penny.

Agatha looked at her, and her eyes were flames too as the tip of the cigarette caught fire. She took a drag, looked down, and back at Penny, inhaling sharply. Penny took a step back.

“She wa bond to become a vampire, but she chose suicide over that fate. She chose suicide over being a m-monster.” Penny thought Agatha might start crying, but her eyes remained dry. “Some of us were not so brave. I was not so brave.”

Penny looked at her, at her pale skin, at her skinny figers from around the cigarette and her haunted expression, and took the stick from between her lips. She took a drag, caught it inside her lungs and breathed out, feeling dizzy and out of this world. Penny smoked before, when she was 14 and she snatched a pack from her older brother, she coughed again and again, but didn’t stop doing it until she could make a circle out of smoke.

“You could have asked me for one for yourself.” Agatha mumbled, but she watched Penny silent after the purple-haired girl raised a finger to her face.

“Don’t. Let me think, Agatha.”

Agatha rasided an eyebrow, but watched silently as Penny finished the cigarette, because fuck the rules, Wellbelove just told her she is a vampire!

“Why?” asked Penny, despair in her voice. “Why now, why me, why?”

Shifting her focus to the party, Agatha took a little until she found the good response. Penny was so close to pointing the ring at her and casting a spell, anything, to make her talk, that she had to catch her ringed-hand with the other.

“I will leave school.” she said it so simply, just like she would say that the sun was hot or that Penny was a mess.

“What?” Penny realized how dumb she must sound, so she tried another word. “Why?” that was not better, but Agatha didn’t seem to mind the continuous scurt-circuit her mind was having, because she lit another cigarette wordlessly.

“I’m not powerful enough to be here; or at least that’s what my teachers say. I will leave and go to America, maybe Cali, the beaches are just the sweetest-”

“No. Agatha… you’re my roommate. You can’t leave, not with less than a year left of school.

"Pft. Like you would mind. You would have killed me yourself if it wasn’t for the Anathema, Bunce, and we both know it.”

“That’s- not. That’s not how it is… you are so powerful, you can even cast without a wand…”

“And you are the Chosen One. The thing is, nobody knows how powerful I might be, because I don’t show them? Why should I? They will kill me anyway if they ever found out that I was a vampire.”

Hearing her say it made Penny realize that it was all real, the way she rolled her stupidly pretty mouth around the word, how it sounded bitter and full of hate… and then Penny realized.

“You are flamable! Agatha, you can’t smoke! Holy Snakes, what if you die?”

Agatha pointedly took another long drag. “Doesn’t seem like it to me. If it was this easy as if lighting up a stick, then I would have done it much, much earlier. This way you wouldn’t have had to deal with me, right? The roommate whom you despise with all your heart and-”

The cigaretteflew out of her hand with a gesture from the chosen one, and Penny kissed her. It was awkward, because Agatha was much taller than Penny, and she had these stupid heels on and-

Agatha dragged her close, her slender hands embracing her waist. Penny sighed against her lips, and her mind was a white noise because she only ever wanted for her roommate to shut up, and she couldn’t, and she kept saying these stupid, stupid things so Penny had to do it.

They kissed for a long time, but Penny needed to breath, and took a step back. Agatha was staring at her wide-eyed and wad looking like a doe caught in the headlights, and for a reason she didn’t know, Penny started laughing.

It was all so dumb! In one day, her whole life was changed, and it was all because of a pink bra and a campfire. Agatha looked more collected now, but Penny found out that she liked the power she had over Agatha when they kissed, so they did it again.

Tomorrow they will have to talk about this. They will have to look at each other in the eyes, and Penny will have to convince herself that Agatha was not the enemy anymore, that she was just a normal vampire, no, a normal girl, who needed her help.

Under the starry night and accompanied by the tipsy laughter of the Watford students, Penny vowed to help her with every weapon she had. Like was a much nicer feeling than hate, anyway.

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fairylightsofdeath · 6 years

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twenty-one questions tag

rules: answer the questions and then tag twenty-one people you want to get to know better!

tagged by: @habits-mp3 thank youuu i love doing tags 💞

name: rachel

nickname: idk i don't really have one. one of my friends has me in her phone as honeyegg (don't ask) but that's about it 😂

gender: female

zodiac: aquarius

height: 5'5 (165cm)

time: 17:05 (uk)

favourite band/soloist: bts if you couldn't tell lmao. i also like exo, loona, blackpink, nct, etc. i've recently started listening to mamamoo and wow i recommend!! not including kpop, i like troye sivan, stromae and hayley kiyoko.

song stuck in my head: everybody in love by jls don't judge me jsjwkcllw

last movie I saw: to all the boys i've loved before. i was a bit unsure at first but i actually really liked it!! romcoms are my guilty pleasure i won't lie.

last thing i googled: the weather forecast lmao why am i so british

other blogs: @kookiejoon i did originally have this as a side blog for music related stuff and my main for tv shows but then i got into kpop and well,,,, you can see how successful that was. idek why i still have two blogs i just don't want to delete it lol.

do I get asks: very rarely but i don't really expect them anyway

why i chose this url: i was 13 and i asked my friends to help me set up my tumblr account and this is what they came up with ahwjfklsal. honestly at this point i don't have the heart to change it, it's my legacy even if it is cringey.

following: 278

amount of sleep: about 6 hours but i usually get more in the holidays

lucky number: 5

what i'm wearing: a black t-shirt and sweatpants because i'm not going outside today

dream job: oof i actually have no clue. getting rich for doing nothing sounds nice

dream trip: either norway, italy or china

favourite food: lasagne is to die for (pretty much anything that involves pasta tbh)

favourite song: i can't decided on one overall but i really like '4 o'clock' by bts, 'the only reason' by 5sos and 'wait for it' from hamilton

I tag: @sunlightinmyawareness @namjoonlesbian @pineapple-katy @markstechnos @sweetgloss @sensacetionalaro @gulab-jaemin @tiredgaysclub @tired-poetryblog @softmelon @buckyee-barnes @punkseokj1n @hyucksvampiregf @thrivinglesbian @cyborgtamaki @crystal94day @infinity-fakelove @youngmoontae @vivisorbit @spoopytaebae @lune-joon

you don't have to do it if you don't want to lmao so dw. sorry if you've already done it/been tagged x

#tag #i love doing these but i should be doing homework #oops

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noodle-anon-shit · 2 years

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Encounter: UK/Singe

The cat looked at me for a moment before glancing back at the wire guy who...was now gone. All that was left behind was the imprint he made in the snow. The cat turns it's attention back to me and struggles to walk over to me through the deep snow.

Once next to my leg I could see that the cat had a large scar over one of its eyes and said eye was glazed over. The other eye was a dark blue color...I stared at the cat as it looked down at my ankle. There was a dark bruise forming around my ankle- my mind just seemed to notice I was hurt and pain shoots through my leg. I wince before looking at the cat.

"...I have a feeling you're not just a cat..."

I am so out of my element here- in the city there's nothing like what's out here. The cat almost seems to smile at my comment. I blink and there was suddenly a man crouched down next to me. He had the same eyes as the cat, snow white hair, a large scar on his neck, and he was a cat...what's the word for them...anyway he had on a jacket and jeans.

"You're smart considering you're not from around here"

The man spoke in a gentle tone and something about him was instantly calming. He rested his elbow on his knee then put his head on his hand.

"Sorry you had to deal with...that...little word of advice, never trust anyone with an animal mask out here. They are probably part of Blade's cult"

I tremble slightly at the mention of Blade...I've never seen him personally but I've heard stories and seen the aftermath of his rage.

"Noted..."

"You're staring"

"I'm sorry...there's not many of your kind in the city"

The man nodded

"Well hybrids aren't very accepted as you know...anyway I feel like I should introduce myself- I'm UK"

Hybrids! That's the word for them...I gave him a confused glance and gave my name

"And I've seen that look before- long story short I don't remember my name so I go by UK which stands for "Unknown""

"...Oof"

"Big oof...need help up?"

I almost forgot about what just happened to me

"That would be appreciated-"

UK chuckled and stood up before pulling me up onto my feet

"I've got a few friends who could heal your ankle and then safely walk you back to the city..."

He ran a hand through his hair awkwardly. I smiled

"That would also be appreciated, lead the way"

#encounter: uk #enounter: singe

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callixton · 6 years

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I got tagged!! Learn more about me!

Thanks to @dionysus-is-my-dude for tagging me!!!

Nickname: My name is Theo, so I get Theodore, Ted, Teddy (though uh.. to be honest those are partially because I ask people to). My friend Alex calls me Thee and my boyfriend (PJ) calls me T. And a few of my friends call me Moony because I Am Remus Lupin.

Gender: Trans boy. It took me some time to find the right label, but I’m definitely just a straight up ftm guy.

Star Sign: I’m a Pisces, but personally I don’t think it really fits me. PJ and one of my best friends are also both Pisces, and though he fits the stereotype occasionally, I find it to generally be bullshit.

Height: I am... 5 foot. I just want to grow taller than my mom? But I’m probably pretty much how tall I’m ever going to be.

Sexuality: I call myself bisexual, but I’m probably most accurately panromantic bisexual? Because gender has no bearing on my attraction to people in terms of whether or not I’d like to date them, but my sexual attraction is a gendered experience. I still can be sexually attracted to anyone of any gender, but the way I experience that attraction is affected by their gender. It’s kind of like this post, but Jake Edwards explains almost exactly how I feel in his YouTube video here.

Hogwarts House: Slytherin!! I definitely value ambition and cleverness. And hey, Merlin was in our house, how much better could you get? I don’t believe in the whole merged houses (Slytherclaw, Gryffinpuff), but I do always say my secondary house would be Hufflepuff, and I’ve got a lot of mad love for those badgers.

Favourite Animals: UhhHH I don’t know! Elephants, maybe? Dolphins were my favorite for a while. I really love dogs?? All of the above?

Favourite Colour: It changes a lot, but if I to give one I usually say blue. I’ve been really digging a leafy green recently though.

Current Favourite Song: Ooh man... probably Come Home, Cardinal Pell by Tim Minchin. I’ve been listening to a lot of him and Bo Burnham recently. It’s... about a really horrible subject, so I kind of feel like I shouldn’t be listening to it recreationally? But also it is such a Bop.

Favourite Ideas to Get Creative With: This is a strangely worded one, so I’m not entirely sure if the answer I give is the one the author is looking for, but... right now it’s probably those damn UK comedians (wow look a quick self plug, follow my side blog @theft-and-shrubbery) especially as far as editing goes. I’ve also been doing a lot with Harry Potter right now. I’ve started writing a lot more in general over the past couple of months again, which is great, I’ve been working with a lot of original characters.

What I Like to do most when I’m Alone: I really wish I was alone more often so I had a chance to rp (oof another one? so soon? check out @itsthatwerewolf) and start up a YouTube channel and generally film things? I watch a shit ton of stand up and panel shows, and a fair amount of gaming videos on YouTube. Also, it’s always nice to be able to blast music and lip sync without being judged. I love playing video games and writing too!

What do I think of my Friends: I’m really fucking blessed to have an amazing group of friends, both on and offline. They’re wonderful and funny and I love them very very very much. I could write an entire post about each one of them, so I’ll refrain from going on.

Average Hours Spent Sleeping: haha hah ah ha i’m so sorry i have no self control and as a result my sleep schedule is FUCKED. I usually fall asleep sometime after 4 or 5 am, and wake up around noon? So I guess about 7 hours, which isn’t horrible, but it’s been even worse the past couple of days.

Cats or Dogs: DOGS dogs dogs I love every single one to death. I really really love cats too though, I just can’t pet them because I have really bad allergies, so I’ve never been able to connect with them as well and I feel terrible about it. Our family owns both a cat and dog though.

Number of Blankets I Sleep With: I have between two and four depending on the season, but I always have the fan on full blast no matter what temperature it is. I can’t sleep without it.

Dream Job: Actor. I’m genuinely never happier than when I have the opportunity to act and I’m really scared that this is never going to work out for me because it’s what I want to do more than anything and. argh. I’d also really love to be an author or a graphic designer (what I’m probably going to go to college for) or a video game designer.

Dream Trip: I would say London but the truth is I’d like to live their full time, and the same goes for New York so... I’ve always wanted to visit Copanhagen or New Zealand? Though honestly, anywhere I go I’d want it to be with PJ, that would make anywhere wonderful.

When I made this Account: According to my archive, November of 2015 which is... damn a lot longer ago than I thought.

Why I Made This Account: I stalked about a hundred pages of a harry potter blog, and then decided that... yeah it was probably about time I made an account.

Number of Followers: 274, though for how inactive I’ve been at times, I’m surprised I don’t have less.

And finally, to tag 20 followers!

@pj-is-okay @falling-into-vacancies @ratfuxk @brixagel @paraj4 @decembersun @majestic-platypodes @goingbacktothegoodolddays @mightbeamalfoy @frankenstein-girl @10percentalive @ryanthedemiboy @thefloralcryptid @luke-warm-soup @haphazardlydreaming @noctiilucent @nerdygirlnoodles @steampunkmaster @talonblack @everyone-is-weird-not-just-you

#ted talks #uh obviously no pressure to do this as well

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April 4, 2021: The Great Dictator (Review)

It's a 100%. Haven't given one of those in a while!

Here's the thing: this is a great film. Hang the comedy bit, even though it's also a very funny film! This is a great movie, no questions. I actually have no problems with it, and barely any actual commentary, gonna be honest. Fact of the matter is, it's essentially perfect in my book. Maybe it's not actually flawless...but I'm having a lot of trouble seeing any flaws. If you've got any, PLEASE tell me! I'm curious, really.

But OK, why am I even writing this, then? Because I want to close out this Golden Era of Comedy with a post about the end of its biggest star, Charlie Chaplin. Because from here...things are all downhill. And the seeds of that journey can be seen in this film. So, in other words, this post is a film history post. WELCOME TO SCHOOL

Yeah, sorry. If you like these history posts, I hope you like this one! And if not...yeah, that's entirely fair. Go ahead and skip this one! The next movie is Arsenic and Old Lace, so I'll save you the trouble of scrolling down! See you next time!

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...OK, you still here? Cool, let's do this. Go ahead and "keep reading" for more on Chaplin after this film!

Review: Charlie Chaplin

Chaplin's walking on air, at least in terms of his film career! The Great Dictator will become his best-received film critically, and was a smash-hit in the United States. But that's pretty heavily contrasted with the reception of, well, Chaplin himself. Because unfortunately for him, Chaplin's ideologies would soon VIOLENTLY clash with that of his adopted country of the United States.

First things first, his love life was a mess, as was typical for the film star. His latest significant other was actress Joan Barry, and they separated bitterly (AKA, the only was Chaplin separates from anybody), after having a child together. This relationship would begin the downfall of Chaplin's image, starting in 1942. And that would be due to one of the most irritating, shitty dudes in the history of the FBI: J. Edgar Hoover.

Hoover HATED Chaplin, mostly because he was suspicious of him, as he was with EVERYBODY. Fuck Hoover, by the way, dude was a monster. He was also an INSANE patriot, bordering on straight up nationalism. But his hatred of Chaplin revolved around the fact that Chaplin's views were...controversial. I mean, Modern Times was an anti-industrialist film, and that's what the USA was ALL ABOUT at the time. And then, there's...one more thing. I'll get there.

Hoover launched a smear campaign against Charlie, and the Barry case was saddled with an additional allegation: violation of the Mann Act, which stated that it was illegal to transport women across state lines for sexual reasons. It was an attempt to stifle prostitution, and part of a massive moral panic of the time period. It was a bullshit charge, and Chaplin escaped it in trial. But damage had been done to his reputation, and Charlie was about to make it worse.

Shortly after, in 1943, Chaplin would meet his last wife, Oona O'Neill. She was 18, he was 54. Fuckin' OOF, dude. And in 19 years, the two would have EIGHT CHILDREN JESUS FUCKING CHRIST CHAPLIN!!!

Anyway, other than this positive development, the Barry trial had beaten the shit out of him, will-wise. But he began developing a new ambitious film project in 1946, which was called Monsieur Verdoux. This was a black comedy about a bank clerk/serial killer that killed women for money. Which is obviously pretty controversial in a moral panic-stricken America, but that was made worse by Chaplin more overtly expressing his political views...which were violently anti-capitalism! In post-World War II America!

Uh-oh.

In 1947, with the release of Monsieur Verdoux, the film was legit booed at the premiere in the USA. Fuck. Tensions finally came to a head, and Chaplin was "outed" as a filthy, filthy commie! And I put "outed" in quotes because, well...he wasn't. Sure, Chaplin was against capitalism and military nationalism, as well as sympathizing with communist ideals in some cases. He was also friends with suspected communists, and with Soviet diplomats. And that shit's barely OK NOW amongst a pretty big proportion of people in the country. In 1947? WAY FUCKIN' WORSE.

Chaplin was "dangerous and amoral" according to the FBI, and he probably believed in equal rights for minorities too, the FILTHY FUCKIN' COMMIE!!! But, yeah, he was targeted by Joseph McCarthy and the House Un-American Activities Committee, and was nearly listed as one of the Hollywood Ten, a group of filmmakers blacklisted from Hollywood for alleged communist activities. Chaplin escaped that, but was still a major target for the Red Scare.

Chaplin, not giving a fuck as always, now decided upon a new project. Limelight was a semi-autobiographical film, in which he played an aging former vaudeville actor who had lost his popularity and fame, and falls in love with a younger woman. On the nose as always, Chaplin. Also, that's Buster Keaton in the GIF up there! Only time the two ever appeared on screen. Neat, huh?

Chaplin went home to the UK for the film's well-publicized premiere in 1952. And that's when the US Attorney General STRUCK, revoking Chaplin's VISA, and trapping him overseas permanently. Chaplin was banned from the United States, through really shitty underhanded tactics. Fuck, man. Worst part is, it's since been proven that there was no good justification for the VISA to be revoked. But the damage was done, and Chaplin willingly cut his ties with the United States, having been spurned by his adopted country for years.

Loved in Europe and hated in America, Charlie continued making films, with his next film being another semi-autobiographical parody called A King in New York. He also came out not as a communist, but as a straight-up anarchist! He hated government altogether at this point, and it's hard to blame the guy. He really did get screwed. But, ironically, his love life was now quite stable, and his marriage with Oona was happy, by all accounts.

His films were banned in the United States, and Chaplin banned them right back, not releasing his films there, and preventing American journalists from attending its premiere. But even ten years later, Chaplin's filmography began to re-emerge for movie audiences, and his popularity began to rebound. The man was just that good, what can I say? Chaplin made a romantic comedy in 1967, called A Countess from Hong Kong, and starring Marlon Brando of all people! It was his first color film, and...it did NOT go well with audiences, ANYWHERE. It just wasn't well-received, and that film would be Chaplin's last.

In 1967, Chaplin had his first stroke of many. He continued his marriage with Oona, and even continued making another film called The Freak, an ambitious project from what's known about it. Basically, it was about a South American girl with wings, which is interesting. In 1972, after 20 years away, Chaplin was welcomed back to the United States with open arms, and was given an Honorary Academy Award for his insane contribution to the medium since the Golden Age of Hollywood. He was given a 12-minute standing ovation, the longest ever given at an Academy Award ceremony.

Still planning on making his film, he returned home. But the film went on a permanent hiatus by 1977, by which time his health had badly declined. On Christmas Day, 1977, Chaplin was found dead, having suffered a stroke in his sleep. He was 88 years of age, and was buried two days later in Switzerland. And THEN...he was dug up.

Yeah, DUDE'S GRAVE WAS FUCKIN' ROBBED! A couple of guys held Chaplin's corpse for ransom, which didn't work out for them, and he was reburied a few days later, this time in a reinforced concrete vault, where his remains remain to this day.

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Charles Spencer Chaplin is one of the greatest actors and filmmakers of his time, and didn't deserve the guff he got from the government. The guff he got from his wives...eh, that he probably did deserve, not gonna lie. Dude wasn't the best husband, or the best dad to at least three of his kids. But in an ongoing effort to separate the art from the artist, Chaplin needs to be appreciated for the mountain of talent that he was, and his films will make him immortal in the annals of film history. Long live the Tramp.

But with him and his influence, the film industry had a place to evolve from, especially in terms of comedy. After The Great Dictator, some comedies felt the freedom to take a bit of a darker tone. And from here on out, we're splitting the timeline by genre, tracking comedy films by the evolution of their respective genres. And we start in 1944, with a film about...MYURDERRRR!!! And sweet old ladies!

April 5, 2021: Arsenic and Old Lace (1944), dir. Frank Capra

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