#p. ► ❝ i hate to think about you with somebody else ❞ ┈ arthur / korrhaphi

[archivednimueries]

Everyone wishes for silver and gold. ➝  nimue + arthur ( @korrhaphi ) + instagram + winter aesthetic

#korrhaphi #s. ► ❝ love wasn’t made for people like us ❞ ┈ & arthur / korrhaphi #p. ► ❝ i hate to think about you with somebody else ❞ ┈ arthur / korrhaphi #mine. ► ❝ in which photoshop makes me cry ❞ ┈ graphics / gifs #( these two piss me off with how unfair they look together ngl #also just thinking about their relationship jfc ~ )

[thewidowsghost]

The Unknown Muggleborn - Chapter 8

3rd Person POV

Later that night, (Y/n) crawls under her covers to go to sleep; Marvel lies her small head on (Y/n)'s chest.

"'Night, girl," (Y/n) murmurs, drowsily scratching behind the cat's ears.

. . .

A few hours later, Marvel lifts her head, nuzzling (Y/n)'s face to try to wake her up. She lets out a whimper, pawing (Y/n)'s face.

The girl was sweating and her neck was resting at an awkward angle. Her breath had quickened and her eyes were moving rapidly under her closed eyelids.

Marvel jumps off the bed and streaks into Hermione's room. Hermione had always been a light sleeper, so when the cat jumped onto her bed, she wakes.

Marvel meows, and Hermione's head tilts in concern.

"What's wrong, Marvel?" Hermione asks and the black-and-white feline paws at Hermione's hand and jumps off the bed, stopping at the door, then looking back at the brunette.

What a peculiar cat, Hermione thinks, throwing back the covers and following the cat across the hall to her sister's room.

Marvel streaks over and onto the bed, her green eyes wide as she tries to nudge her companion awake again.

Realization and fear dawn in Hermione's eyes and she walks across the room and switches on (Y/n)'s bedside slight before placing a hand on her sister's shoulder, shaking it roughly.

"Come on," Hermione murmurs. "You've got to wake up."

(Y/n)'s eyes flash open, and she sits up in her bed, her eyes closed, head leaning against the headboard, her hands trembling.

Hermione sits down on the edge of (Y/n)'s bed, and takes her sister's hands in her own.

(Y/n) looks up, her eyes wide with shock - and a bright silver.

Hermione looks at her sister and (Y/n) subconsciously moves over and Hermione slides under the covers, her back leaning against the other half of (Y/n)'s pillow.

(Y/n) leans against Hermione's shoulder; Hermione, used to these nightmares, remains silent.

After a few minutes, she reaches over and turns off the bedside light.

(Y/n) turns on her side, her head resting on the pillow, and Hermione does the same.

. . .

(Y/n) and Hermione don't talk about the nightmare the night before as the two go about the rest of the break leading up until Christmas.

After breakfast Christmas morning, (Y/n), Hermione, and their parents walk into the living room.

"You girls want to pass out gifts?" Mrs. Granger asks and (Y/n) and Hermione nod.

After passing out the gifts, (Y/n) settles back down at her place in front of the couch. (Y/n) pulls the wrapping paper off one from Fred, and sitting on top was a card. It said:

(Y/n), Somebody got this picture of your first Quidditch match, I thought you'd like it.

- Fred

Lifting up the card, (Y/n) smiles seeing a picture in a frame. It was a picture of Fred and George lifting her up onto their shoulders after her first Quidditch match.

(Y/n) sets the picture and card beside her before picking up a gift from Harry. She smiles when she sees a Advanced Charms book and a book on Magical Creatures.

(Y/n) looks over at Hermione as the brunette at her side opens her gift. (Y/n) had given her sister a copy of Hogwarts: A History.

"I have a copy already," Hermione says, turning to (Y/n).

"There's a charm on it," (Y/n) explains. "Whenever something important in Hogwarts' history, it get's copied down in here. Look," (Y/n) says, opening a page. It says, October 31, 1991 - Hermione Granger, (Y/n) (L/n), Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, defeated a mountain troll in a girls toilet.

Hermione stares down at the book and a smile slowly spreads across her face. "This is really cool! I love it! But that's not how that went," Hermione says.

"Ah, but it's better than what actually happened," (Y/n) argues. "That was not my best birthday."

(Y/n) grabs another gift, pulls the paper off, and finds a box of chocolate frogs from Harry, and she sets them aside, promising to have one later.

One of (Y/n)'s last gifts is a package wrapped in glossy blue paper with wolves printed on it.

(Y/n),

Happy Christmas! I'm very proud of what you have accomplished at Hogwarts in such a short amount of time.

-Love,

Uncle Remus

(Y/n) gazes down at the card, a small smile on her face. Then she sets the card at her side and looks at the contents of the box. Inside was a small stuffed wolf with a tag on it's ear that read - (Y/n)'s first stuffed animal, a gift from Uncle Remus. Under that was a new stack of photos that (Y/n) promises herself to look at later.

(Y/n) opens a package and finds a red sweater with a silver (First Initial) on it. Under the sweater was a large box of homemade fudge and a letter.

(Y/n), My sons Ron, Fred, and George have told me a lot about you. My husband, Arthur, and I wish to meet you soon. Happy Christmas! -Molly Weasley

Grinning, (Y/n) pulls the sweater over her head and the four finishing opening all their gifts, both (Y/n) and Hermione take all their things upstairs.

3rd Person POV - with Harry - A few hours earlier

On Christmas Eve, Harry goes to bed looking forward for the next day for the food and the fun, but not expecting any presents at all. When he wakes early in the morning, however, the first thing he sees is a small pile of packages at the foot of his bed.

"Merry Christmas," says Ron sleepily as Harry scrambles out of bed and pulls on his bathrobe.

"You, too," says Harry. "Will you look at this? I've got some presents!"

"What did you expect, turnips?" says Ron, turning to his own pile, which is a lot bigger than Harry's.

Harry picks up the top parcel. It is wrapped in thick brown paper and and scrawled across it was to Harry, from Hagrid. Inside is a roughly cut wooden flute. Hagrid had obviously whittled it himself; Harry blows it - it sounded a bit like an owl.

A second, very small parcel contains a note. We received your message and enclose your Christmas present. From Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia. Taped to the note is a fifty-pence piece.

"That's friendly," says Harry.

Ron seems fascinated by the fifty pence, "Weird!" he exclaims. "What a shape! This is money!"

"You can keep it," says Harry, laughing at how pleased Ron is. "Hagrid and my aunt and uncle - so who sent these?"

"I think I know who that one's from," says Ron, turning a bit pink and pointing to a very lumpy parcel. "My mom. I told her you didn't expect any presents and - oh, no," he groans, "she's made you a Weasley sweater."

Harry had torn open the parcel to find a thick, hand-knitted sweater in emerald green and a large box of homemade fudge.

"Every year she makes us a sweater," says Ron, unwrapping his own, "and mine's always maroon."

"That's really nice of her," says Harry, trying the fudge, which was very tasty.

Harry's next present also contains candy - a large box of Chocolate Frogs from Hermione which Harry thought was kind of funny because he had gotten (Y/n) the same thing.

Harry's next parcel was from (Y/n). Opening it, he sees a small box. Feeling curious, Harry opens the box to see a couple of photos. One was of a raven haired man with amber eyes, Harry's father, and a red haired women with emerald green eyes, his mother. The two are standing with a (M/H/C) haired women, (Y/n)'s mum; all three were smiling.

Harry looks at another picture of two kids, probably about a year old. One was a boy with raven hair and emerald eyes, the other was a girl with (H/C) and green eyes - Harry himself and (Y/n).

Then, Harry sees a piece of paper sitting in the box.

Hey Harry,

I found these pictures in the box my godfather left me and I made a few copies. I figured you'd want them.

-Love,

(Y/n)

Harry smiles and picks up the final present. He picks it up and feels it. It's very light, he thinks, and he unwraps it.

Something fluid and silvery gray goes slithering to the floor where it lies in gleaming folds and Ron gasps.

"What is it?"

Harry picks up the shining, silvery cloth off the floor. It's strange to the touch, like water woven into material.

"It's an Invisibility Cloak," says Ron, a look of awe on his face. "I'm sure it is - try it on."

Harry throws the cloak around his shoulders and Ron gives a yell.

"It is! Look down!"

Harry looks down at his feet, but they are gone. He dashes to the mirror. Sure enough, his reflection looks back at him, just his head suspended in midair, his body completely invisible. He pulls the cloak over his head and his reflection vanishes completely.

"There's a note!" says Ron suddenly. "A note fell out of it!"

Harry pulls off the cloak ans seizes the letter. Written in narrow, loopy writing he had never seen before were the following words:

Your father left this in my possession before he died. It is time it was returned to you.

Use it well

A very Merry Christmas to you

There is no signature; Harry stares at the note, while Ron is admiring the cloak.

"I'd give anything for one of these," Ron says. "Anything. What's the matter?"

"Nothing," says Harry. He fells very strange. Who had sent the cloak? Had it really once belonged to his father? he thinks.

Before he can say - or think - of anything else, but the dormitory door is flung open and Fred and George Weasley bounds in. Harry stuffs the cloak quickly out of sight. He doesn't fell like sharing it with anyone else yet.

"Merry Christmas!"

"Hey, look — Harry's got a Weasley sweater, too!"

Fred and George are wearing blue sweaters, one with a large yellow F on it,the other a G.

"Harry's is better than ours, though," says Fred, holding up Harry's sweater. "She obviously makes more of an effort if you're not family."

"Why aren't you wearing yours, Ron?" George demands. "Come on, get it on, they're lovely and warm."

"I hate maroon," Ron moans halfheartedly as he pulls it over his head.

"You haven't got a letter on yours," George observes. "I suppose she thinks you don't forget your name. But we're not stupid — we know we're called Gred and Forge."

"What's all this noise?"

Percy Weasley sticks his head through the door, looking disapproving. He had clearly gotten halfway through unwrapping his presents as he, too, carries a lumpy sweater over his arm, which Fred seizes.

"P for prefect! Get it on, Percy, come on, we're all wearing ours, even Harry got one."

"I — don't — want —" says Percy thickly, as the twins force the sweater over his head, knocking his glasses askew.

"And you're not sitting with the prefects today, either," demands George."Christmas is a time for family."

They frog-march Percy from the room, his arms pinned to his side by his sweater.

Harry had never in all his life had such a Christmas dinner. A hundred fat, roast turkeys; mountains of roast and boiled potatoes; platters of chipolatas;tureens of buttered peas, silver boats of thick, rich gravy and cranberry sauce —and stacks of wizard crackers every few feet along the table. These fantastic party favors were nothing like the feeble Muggle ones the Dursleys usually bought, with their little plastic toys and their flimsy paper hats inside. Harry pulls a wizard cracker with Fred and it didn't just bang, it went off with a blast like a cannon and engulfed them all in a cloud of blue smoke, while from the inside exploded a rear admiral's hat and several live, white mice. Up at the High Table, Dumbledore had swapped his pointed wizard's hat for a flowered bonnet,and is chuckling merrily at a joke Professor Flitwick had just read him.

Flaming Christmas puddings follow the turkey. Percy nearly breaks his teeth on a silver Sickle embedded in his slice. Harry watches Hagrid getting redder and redder in the face as he calls for more wine, finally kissing Professor McGonagall on the cheek, who, to Harry's amazement, giggles and blushes, her top hat lopsided.

When Harry finally leaves the table, he is laden down with a stack of things out of the crackers, including a pack of non-explodable, luminous balloons, a Grow Your-Own-Warts kit, and his own new wizard chess set. The white mice had disappeared and Harry has a nasty feeling they were going to end up as Mrs.Norris's Christmas dinner.

Harry and the Weasleys spent a happy afternoon having a furious snowball fight on the grounds. Then, cold, wet, and gasping for breath, they return to the fire in the Gryffindor common room, where Harry breaks in his new chess set by losing spectacularly to Ron. Harry suspects he wouldn't have lost so badly if Percy hadn't tried to help him so much.

After a meal of turkey sandwiches, crumpets, trifle, and Christmas cake, everyone feels too full and sleepy to do much before bed except sit and watch Percy chase Fred and George all over Gryffindor Tower because they'd stolen his prefect badge.

It had been Harry's best Christmas day ever. Yet something had been nagging at the back of his mind all day. Not until he climbs into bed is he free to think about it: the Invisibility Cloak and whoever had sent it.

Harry leans over the side of his own bed and pulls the cloak out from under it. His father's ... this had been his father's. He lets the material flow over his hands, smoother than silk, light as air. Use it well, the note had said.He has to try it, now. He slips out of bed and wrapped the cloak around himself. Looking down at his legs, he sees only moonlight and shadows. It's a very funny feeling.Use it well.Suddenly, Harry feels wide-awake. The whole of Hogwarts is open to him in this cloak. Excitement floods through him as he stands there in the dark and silence. He can go anywhere in this, anywhere, and Filch would never know.

Ron grunts in his sleep. Should Harry wake him? Something holds him back— his father's cloak — he felt that this time — the first time — he wants to use it alone. Harry creeps out of the dormitory, down the stairs, across the common room, and climbs through the portrait hole.

"Who's there?" squawks the Fat Lady. Harry says nothing. He walks quickly down the corridor.

Harry, his heart racing, and thought. And then it came to him. The Restricted Section in the library. He'd be able to read as long as he liked, as long as it took to find out who Flamel was. He sets off, drawing the Invisibility Cloak tight around him as he walked.The library is pitch-black and very eerie. Harry lights a lamp to see his way along the rows of books. The lamp looks as if it was floating along in midair,and even though Harry can feel his arm supporting it, the sight gives him the creeps.

The Restricted Section is right at the back of the library. Stepping carefully over the rope that separates these books from the rest of the library, he held up his lamp to read the titles. They didn't tell him much. Their peeling, faded gold letters spelled words in languages Harry couldn't understand. Some had no title at all. One book has a dark stain on it that looked horribly like blood. The hairs on the back of Harry's neck prickled. Maybe he was imagining it, maybe not, but he thought a faint whispering was coming from the books, as though they knew someone was there who shouldn't be. Harry had to start somewhere. Setting the lamp down carefully on the floor, he looked along the bottom shelf for an interesting-looking book. A large black and silver volume caught his eye. He pulls it out with difficulty, because it was very heavy, and, balancing it on his knee, lets it fall open.

A piercing, bloodcurdling shriek splits the silence — the book is screaming! Harry snaps it shut, but the shriek goes on and on, one high, unbroken, earsplitting note. He stumbles backward and knocks over his lamp, which went out at once. Panicking, he heard footsteps coming down the corridor outside —stuffing the shrieking book back on the shelf, he runs for it. He passes Filch in the doorway; Filch's pale, wild eyes looked straight through him, and Harry slips under Filch's outstretched arm and streaks off up the corridor, the book's shrieks still ringing in his ears.

Harry comes to a sudden halt in front of a tall suit of armor. He has been so busy getting away from the library, he hadn't paid attention to where he was going.Perhaps because it's dark, he didn't recognize where he was at all. There is a suit of armor near the kitchens, he knew, but he must be five floors above there.

"You asked me to come directly to you, Professor, if anyone was wandering around at night, and somebody's been in the library — Restricted Section."

Harry feels the blood drain out of his face. Wherever he is, Filch must know a shortcut, because his soft, greasy voice is getting nearer, and to his horror, it's Snape who replies, "The Restricted Section? Well, they can't be far, we'll catch them."

Harry stands rooted to the spot as Filch and Snape come around the corner ahead. They can't see him, of course, but it is a narrow corridor and if they come much nearer, they'd knock into him - the cloak didn't stop him from being solid.

Harry backs away as quickly as he can. A door stands ajar to his left. It's my only hope, Harry thinks. He squeezes through it, holding his breath, trying to to move it, and to his relief, he manages to get inside the room without their noticing anything. They walk straight past, and Harry leans against the wall, breathing deeply, listening to their footsteps dying away. They had been close, very close, It is a few seconds before he notices anything about the room he his hidden in.

It looks like an unused classroom. The dark shapes of desks and chairs are piled against the walls, and there is an upturned wastepaper basket — but propped against the wall facing him was something that didn't look as if it belonged there, something that looked as if someone had just put it there to keep it out of the way.

It is a magnificent mirror, as high as the ceiling, with an ornate gold frame,standing on two clawed feet. There is an inscription carved around the top: Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi.

His panic fading now that there is no sound of Filch and Snape, Harry moves nearer to the mirror, wanting to look at himself but see no reflection again; he steps in front of it.

He has to clap his hands to his mouth to stop himself from screaming. He whirls around, his heart pounding far more furiously than when the book had screamed - for he had not seen only himself in the mirror, but a whole crowd of people standing right behind him.

But the room is empty. Breathing very fast, he turns slowly back to the mirror.

There he is, reflected in it, white ans scared-looking, and there, reflected behind him, are at least ten others. Harry looks over his shoulder - but still, no one is there. Or are they invisible, too? Is his, in fact, in a room full of invisible people and this mirrors trick is that it reflects them, invisible or not?

Harry looks in the mirror again. A woman is standing right behind his reflection is smiling at him and waving. He reaches out a hand and feels the air behind him. If she is really there, he would touch her, their reflections are so close together, but he only feels air - she and the others exist only in the mirror.

She is a very pretty woman. Dark red hair and her eyes, emerald green eyes. Harry edges closer to the to the glass. Bright green - exactly the same shape as Harry's, but then he notices that she is crying; smiling, but crying at the same time. The tall, thin, black-haired man standing next to her put his arm around her. He wears glasses and his hair is very untidy. It sticks up at the back, just as Harry's does.

Harry is so close to the mirror that his nose is nearly touching that of his reflection.

"Mom?" he whispers. "Dad?"

They just look at him, smiling. And slowly, Harry looks into the faces of the other people in the mirror, and sees other pairs of green eyes like his, other noses like his, even a little old man, who looks as though he as Harry's knobbly knees - he is looking at his entire family for the first time in his life.

The Potters smile and wave at Harry and he stares hungrily hack at them, his hands pressed flat against the glass as though he is hopping to fall right through it and reach them. He has a powerful kind of ache inside him, half joy, half terrible sadness.

How long he stands there, he doesn't know. The reflections do not fade and he looks and looks until a distant noise brings him back to his senses. He can't stay here, he has to find a way back to his bed. He tears his eyes away from his mother's face, whispers, "I'll come back," and hurries from the room.

Harry does for the next two nights and Dumbledore had found Harry the last night. Dumbledore had told Harry the purpose of the mirror, to show the deepest desire of their hearts.

Dumbledore had convinced Harry not to go looking for the Mirror of Erised again, and for the rest of the Christmas holidays the Invisibility Cloak stays folded at the bottom of his trunk. Harry wishes he could forget what he'd seen in the mirror as easily, but he can't He starts having nightmares. Over and over a again he dreams of his parents disappearing in a flash of green light, while a high voice crackles with laughter. What Harry didn't know, was that (Y/n) was having the same dreams. Repetition from the one on Christmas Eve night.

"You see, Dumbledore was right, that mirror could drive you mad," says Ron, when Harry tells them about these dreams.

Word Count: 3759 words

#hermione granger x sister reader

[bad-luck-trio]

Stuck in the Friendzone (Hetalia  Seychelles x England x Fem!Reader) (Gakuen AU)

(I don’t own the fanart above^)

Warnings:

-  Prompt 4: “I don’t care if he/she doesn’t feel the same for me. I want to stay by their side and love them forever, even if it’s just as a friend.”

I will be using their Human names for this: England = Arthur Kirkland Seychelles = Michelle Bonnefoy (idk her lastname so I’m taking France’s last name since they are like siblings I guess) America = Alfred F. Jones France = Francis Bonnefoy (C/N) = Country name = Your name = (Y/N)

Context: (Y/n) has had a crush on Arthur ever since they were young, but Arthur is in a relationship with Michelle. One night, Alfred throws a party and (Y/n) ends up taking a very drunk Arthur home. After Alfred tells Michelle, she misunderstands and thinks that (Y/n) and Arthur slept together. After she dumps Arthur, Arthur is heartbroken and (Y/n) is the only one there to comfort him.

3RD PERSON’S POV:

Arthur’s eyes flutter open to the soft snores of something beside him. 

Deciding to ignore it, he continues to snuggle. But then it hit him; WHO IS ON THE BED WITH HIM??? His eyes immediately widened, and looked down to his chest. Right there was a sleeping (Y/n) who was softly snoring (more like purring) against his warm body. He smiled warmly, the events of last night flashing back to his mind. 

Thank god it was his good friend and not a random stranger. Last night, he and (Y/n) had stayed up late working on the History homework and probably got very exhausted. Feeling calm, he went back to sleep. 

That was until an hour later when (Y/n) shrieked loudly. Arthur yawned, unfazed. “Is everything alright, love?” 

(Y/n) was red on the face which resembled a tomato. “YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND YOU DUMB*SS, YOU SHOULD HAVE PUT ME ON THE COUCH OR SOMETHING!!”

“Yeah, but it’s not like we did anything, we were just doing homework. I’m sure Michelle won’t get mad at me for not cheating on her.” He said, getting up. 

“....You d*mbass we went to a fruking party.” (Y/n) deadpanned. 

“What ever do you mean? Last night we were doing history homework, I remember that clearly!” Arthur shot back.

“Yeah, and after that Alfred came and drove us over to a party she was hosting, you got *ss drunk, and the rest was history. You even still smell like beer!! Do you seriously not remember??” (Y/n) screeched.

Arthur’s eyes widened once more and he grew pale. “That bloody git is going to PAY!!”

(Y/n) had to hold Arthur back from getting out and getting into another damn war with Alfred.

“The last time you tried to make him pay anything, that ended up very very badly!!” She reasoned.

After Arthur had finally calmed down, (Y/n) prepared some tea and sat beside him. 

“I think you’re gonna need to call Michelle and tell her about what happened.” She sighed.

“ARE YOU NUTS?!?! WHAT IF SHE MISUNDERSTAND AND DUMPS ME?!?!” Arthur screamed, spitting out his tea. (R.I.P. Arthur’s tea)

“What is she hears it from somebody else? She would think you were purposely trying to hide it from her and then dump you for sure.” (Y/n) replied.

~Timeskip to next week because I’m lazy :P~

“(Y/n) how could you?!” An upset Michelle cried, to a confused (Y/n).

“How could I do what?? Michelle, are you alright??” (Y/n) asked, getting up.

“How could you sleep with my boyfriend?? Alfred told me about the party last week, so don’t even try to act like you don’t know!” Michelle said, tears balling up in her eyes.

(Y/n)’s eyes widened. Arthur didn’t explain to Michelle when she told him to last week, that bastard!!

“Michelle it’s not what you think I swear-” before (Y/n) could finish, Michelle ran away crying.

*CRASH* 

“ARTHUR YOU DUMB*SS!! I TOLD YOU TO EXPLAIN TO HER LAST WEEK!!” (Y/n) scolds a crying Arthur.

“Well how would you expect me to do that?? ‘Hey love, I got y arse drunk and (Y/n) and I woke up on the same bed but no we did not f*ck.’” Arthur said.

“Well if you wanted to save your relationship, than maybe you should have!!” She yelled.

“Why do you care so much about my business, you git?!”

“Because I hate seeing you cry!!”

“Then don’t look at me!!”

“Arthur, how did you feel when you saw Michelle cry?”

“Like a bloody git.”

“WELL THAT’S EXACTLY HOW I’M FEELING RIGHT NOW. I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU, YOU JERK BUT YOU LOVE SOMEONE ELSE AND IT HURTS ME WHEN YOU CRY.” (Y/n) shouted, slapping Arthur across the face.

The blonde was stunned for a couple of seconds at his best friend’s sudden confession and being slapped.

“Now If I were you, I’d go and explain everything to Michelle before all is lost. And by that, I mean before she tells Francis. Go get her man, go get your girl before she’s gone. Don’t make the same mistake I did with you.” She said, tears forming on her eyes.

~TIMESKIP, 2 YEARS LATER~

“You are invited to Arthur Kirkland and Michelle Bonnefoy’s wedding. Don’t be late!”

(Y/n) smiled sadly at the invitation, before entering a large church, where she was hugged by her best friend. “Congratulations, Iggy.” She greeted.

“I’m so glad you could make it, love!” Arthur smiled.

(Y/n)’s eyes followed Michelle as she walked down the aisle, linking hands with Francis. As Michelle and Arthur exchanged their vows, the whole crowd was filled with cheer. 

At that moment, (Y/n) stopped holding in her tears and let them all flow out. People surrounding them would merely think that she was just very moved by the celebration, and tears of joy.

But only (Y/n) would know the truth. That she still loves Arthur. 

“I don’t care if he doesn’t feel the same for me. I want to stay by his side and love him forever, even if it’s just as a friend.”

A/N: Heyy guys!! Luna here! I just wanna thank Yin for helping me out with the ending! Seriously though, that girl never fails to break my heart whenever it comes to sad endings. 

Author: Luna

[smallestclowninthecircus]

Season 4 notes

Ep 121: mmmm tape recorder turning on without them knowing goes brrr. AAAhjhdsjfhjdf "do you mind if i call you jon" its like "can i call you elias?" is this the dream guy with the tendrils? who wants to bet the boat is captained by peter lukas? big man if it killed yall how are you still here. oh boy the tape is doin that thing. who do we think it is? did he wake up? hmm. ep 122: lol jon. 6 months!?!? bruh quit movin big man. he just Knows things sometimes you know how it is. nah b/c i can relate to feeling like other ppl/ things arent real, thats the biggest mood BUT i think it is kinda pretentious to entertain the idea that youre the only Real person. If you dont see a body dont believe it. i'll hold out hope for a bit. theres not a new archivist is there? surely i wouldve heard about that. oh god peter what changes did you make. ep 123: web development. hope its about spiders. she blames him. bruh why. if they hadnt done anything the world would've ended piss off melanie. why are ppl acting like he chose to be in a coma for 6 months. we know this they just appear. no longer "head archivist of the magnus institute, london" now he's just "the archivist" covered in spiders? cuz ik the spider has to do with controlling what youre doing and all this stuff but i cant think of how this connects to that. ep 124: ugh vertigo. is michael crew an old man? oooh. fairchild. how did he know it was martin? hmm. GRR I LOST MY NOTES AGAIN. FROM EPISODE 125 - part of 131. ep 131: bruh he's so hard to understand big man ur voice is so low. Jared Hotworth. the boneturner. "the ones i helped find their proper bodies" name a better top surgeon? our favorite trans ally? ep 132: woo field trip into the coffin! static lol. he says "chill out im just poppin in for a quick recall mission" is the rib thing actually gonna work? bruh it feels so odd and contrived but he's an odd man with some odd powers so idk. rip that archivist ayyy statement time. voices? recordings? are those tape recorders? was it the tape recorders? did they pull him back? i hope so b/c if the rib thing actually worked im gonna be so disappointed. ep 133: predicting the lonely? tundra. like the lukases. hmm. sanikova! like sanikov land. so its the hunt? i suppose? yeah. so daisy's clearly rejecting the hunt, which makes sense cuz she doesnt seem to like the entities that much. wait so are we just not gonna talk abt all the tapes playing on the ground?? no? ep 134: not an archival assistant anymore? Adelard Decker (or however you spell it) i recognize that name. 15th power. i was right there are 15. the extinction? im trying to remember what ive heard. oooh spooky. no i gotta be real i dont understand this fear but i'll believe you that its a thing. ew lukas is so squealy. lukas can turn invisible? oh boy. oooh martin put the tape recorders there. lol lukas is worried he's gonna be an avatar of the eye. ep 135: yoo its the third Daedalus statement! maxwell rayner (reiner? reigner?) i dont know who that is but ik its somebody. is he the cult leader guy? church of the divine host? 4 people?? what? did they kidnap somebody and keep them up there?? oh dear jon are you dying? did he try to See or Know or whatever? why does everyone call basira detective lol. ep 136: he was the one from the spider movie that ate ppl right? the special effects artist? is it annabelle cane? "its a joke jon" lol. hmm they wanted to record the therapy session with melanie? i wonder who that is. i almost wanna guess annabelle cane but im not sure. ep 137: this is the one! he went to the other place and read the war statement but it wasnt the one she took. not the music again. sounds like the slaughter. who the heck is eric lol. "the watcher's crown" like the crown of eyes we saw in the piccrew ep 138: oh boy Robert Smirk time. is that elias? as unhelpful as usual. if new powers can be "born" can others die out? did jonah magnus wear the watchers crown? maybe they were born from our fear or maybe our fears were born from them. ceaseless watcher does ceaselessly watch so. idk what you want

big man. yeah jonah for sure did something. ep 139: agnes!! lol that one dude threw off all their plans thats so funny. BUT this does tell us something. the tree in the backyard of the hilltop house? not made by her. it going down didnt kill agnes. im guessing gertrude tied agnes to the house using the tree? u good jon? cuz every time you try to Know smth intentionally it seems like it causes you great pain. how come he can do it accidentally with no problem but the second he wants to know smth of plot relevance he gets a headache or whatever ep 140: lol pagan exultation. classic. "oh thats my rib" lmaoo. ppl are always so mad at jon and his Eye powers except when it benefits them. they're like "oh you shouldnt do that its not right" and then all of a sudden they want to know something and its all "oh cmon jon its the only way" ep 142: oh god jon what did you do. its interesting she's giving her statement in the way that they do when jon Asks. did he see her in the Coffin? and so he's following her? ok cmon jon you're supposed to let them come to you. lmao ikr martin. "start to hear the blood" "suure." lmao ep 143: lol that awkward moment when gertrude is already dead. big J if you die im gonna kill you. bruh. ayo helen? i guess it worked? ep 144: lol this reminds me of that one edgar allan poe story where he kills the old dude with the weird eye. spooky music stuff. lol thats my favorite symptom of a heart attack its hilarious. so its smth abt the location probably? bro i feel like you should write down the numbers idk. 162830165049 564846474827. seems like the distortion? like the kinda thing that causes you to go crazy because of the numbers. oh boy is it the extinction again. bro what?? im?? his dad just died and he's like eh. martin dont be mean. he's being all lonely again. big man ur pushing ppl away. oh god its fucking squealy boy. ep 145: that almost sounds like breekon/hope... Arthur? agnes. aah was he from the lightless flame cult. a tree. lol he's just ranting rn. hehehe fuck landlords amirite. yay someone tells jon outright to go to therapy. now do it big man. ep 146: oh great! the distortion! i'm making a spiral themed building in mc right now! jon maybe accept you did a bad? nah this goes back to what i said before. they're fine with him compelling ppl when its convenient for them but otherwise its "no jon you cant, youre a monster jon" the tapes didnt turn on. i spose that means its not important? i agree with daisy, this seems unecessarily dangerous. ep 147: is that a tape? the first tape? well that went better than i expected tbh. BAHAKJASHDJKF she did the "can i call you jon" like nikola says "elias, can i call you elias?" damn annabelle is such a girlboss. oh! the one thing from the picrew. its been a while since ive connected smth to that. lol all the other avatars always talk abt their patron so lovingly and the jon just. absolutely hates the eye. ep 148: lol thats the most elias thing. "i just like the way it sounds" ep 149: did he disappear? bruhh. ur lonely powers are popping off i guess. oops i accidentally deleted my notes for 150 - 152 ep 153: thats the cult right? yeah. it doesnt sound like the church of the divine host? idk. if it is the church of the divine host then they worship the dark right? so is the eleventh the dark star or wtvr? it almost sounds like the corruption b/c of the oil or grease or whatever. oh dear what happened. oh its the hunters. theyre so annyoing. not an "it" he has a name. he's a person. is this a page from the skin book? ep 154: oh shit this is gerry's dad! oh shit he quit! oh dear god. jon don't you do it. haha martin. yeahhhh... is he gonna tell the others? cuz you know theyre gonna get mad if he doesnt. oh also picrew connection! the bandages over the eyes? yeah thats this im guessing. ep 155: oh good he told them. oh my god what did you do. lol i have no mouth and i must scream. nah you get none of my sympathy you're straight up murdering ppl. its like the desolation, destroying lives to sustain your own. ok but taking their statements doesnt

kill them. oh... bye melanie. ep 156: lmao imagine if the tape recorder spoke back. oh boy decker! i swear we got a statement from him already. oh god mirrors scary. They're gonna eat the body arent they. Yup... sounds like the flesh or the slaughter, but I'm not sure. Could be the extinction for sure. Smth at the center! Like Helen mentioned. God Peter you dick. Ep 157: peter's just so :/ another decker statement i see. a statement about the corruption? hmm. maybe its not abt the corruption. the extinction. lol pandemics. topical. John Amherst. helen? lol i can hear admiral purring in the background. oh cmon helen dont be like that. im trying real hard to like you but you make it so difficult. ep 158: did they fucking free the stranger? im gonna lose it. you absolute dumbass. im sorry who is that? jonah magnus? my guy. peter. you absolute dickhead. that's elias. (im p sure i had this spoiled for me that elias is jonah) oh dear this is her death. god peter you prick. i hope this is a pop off martin moment and not a "martin you idiot" moment. i hope the hunters kill the stranger entity. or she kills them. furry daisy pop off! yeah fuck you peter martin can make his own decisions. you know that clip from Twisted where jafar says "ok what the fuck was that" martin D: ok like i know its gonna work but still D: D: ep 159: peter you bitchboy. because if im alone i cant hurt anyone else. imnotgonnacryimnotgonnacryimnotgonnacry do it do it do it do it. pop off jon. ok its a pretty good idea for a ritual i gotta be honest. she didnt even have to blow it up lol. oh dear that was certainly a noise. "he gets you" did he not have jon already? he's back! our boy is back! awwww thats so cute. ep 160: oh right this is the thing in the safe house. i love him. "obviously im going to tell you if i see any good cows" martin my beloved <3 :)) oh boy who is this. fuckin. people. jonah you dick. gahh. you can tell he's trying to resist so hard lol. ohh. hehe keep an *eye* on him. altho if the extinction is a real thing he needs to be marked by that right? lol he sounds so intense im sorry- i want martin to just burst in and be like "look at this cow i saw!" its so dramatic and for why.

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[heathsbitch]

Treat You Better ➳ PEAKY BLINDERS

ii. A NEW FRIEND

          Shock, amazement, wonder. All three emotions raged through Ivy's mind. She was speaking to the leader of the Peaky Blinders and in Birmingham! Her father had spoken about them a lot. He always complained that they were getting too big for his liking. He told her that they were a group of gangsters, cut-throats, that doubled as book-makers. He said that they were called the 'Peaky Blinders' because they blinded people with the razor blades stitched into their peaked caps. Ivy had always held a type of curiosity about them and now, she was finally meeting them. It was obvious when the girl thought about it. She knew that she was in Birmingham because of the accents and the smell, a man called Tommy saved her, and it was probably a razor blade that was in the hat. The pieces all slipped into place. But she was also confused for what felt like the hundredth time that day. 'Why would a gang of cut-throats and thieves save me?' She just didn't understand. Maybe her father was lying just because they were his competition? Either way, the girl was grateful that they took her far away from London, even if they were a bunch of strangers. After all, if they couldn't be trusted and were going to kill her, wouldn't they have done it already like Tommy said back in the bedroom?

Her thoughts came to a fast halt when she heard a knock at the door. "Come in." Thomas Shelby ordered. The first glimpse of ginger hair was all Ivy needed to know that it was Finn who had just been beckoned in. He had his eyes on the floor, was he always like this? "You can come closer, Finn. She doesn't bite." Thomas ordered the boy. Finn came closer to the pair but still remained at the bottom of the steps. "Aunt P-Polly is here to see you." He stuttered. "Take Ivy and introduce her to everyone. Make her feel at home, Finn." Thomas instructed and gestured to the small girl before him. Finn nodded, agreeing to his orders and Ivy followed him out of the door. Up close, Finn towered over the girl. He held maybe a foot over her in height but despite his height, Ivy didn't find him intimidating in any way. Thomas stopped the teenagers before they could get all the way out, "Ivy. If you have any questions, I'm sure Finn will be happy to answer them."

"Okay. Thank you, Thomas." She responded before walking out of the door. They walked back into what was definitely their betting shop. Now, only four people remained: three men and one woman. "Um, I've been asked to introduce you all." Everybody's heads snapped towards Finn and Ivy. They all waited for Finn to speak. "This is Arthur, my oldest brother." A slim man with a moustache nodded to say 'Hi' and the girl returned his gesture with a smile. He then pointed to the man with the wonky hat and pout "That there is John, my other brother." He winked at Ivy and a red tint appeared on her face."This is Isaiah, he's the son of the preacher." A tall boy with dark skin walked up to the pair. He raised Ivy's hand up to his lips, bowed and kissed it. She snorted at the action and whispered a small, "Hi." Finn finally pointed to the woman in the room. She was fairly short with curly brown hair. She was standing next to John. "This is Esme. She's John's wife," Ivy gave her the same smile that she had given to Arthur earlier. "And everyone, this is Ivy." The people in the room gave her a nod or a smile and she returned the favour. "I'm Finn, as you can probably tell," He laughed when he spoke. "I'm the youngest out of the four brothers." Ivy's eyebrows furrowed, "Four?" she questioned as he had only said that John and Arthur were his brothers. "Yeah, four. Me, John, Arthur and Tommy."

"Oh, Thomas is your brother." He just nodded as a simple reply. "I also have a sister, Ada. But she lives in London." The small girl smiled at the thought of a good family, a safe one. Something she had longed for for a very long time.

Everybody else in the room went back to their previous conversations and Ivy continued to talk to Finn, she thought that he seemed sweet, kind. "So, how old are you and Isaiah, then?" His eyebrow twitched at the mention of Isiah's name. "Sixteen." He told me. "I'm fifteen, sixteen in a couple of weeks." She said to him. 'At least we have a few things in common.' A blanket of awkward silence rested over the teens. None of them knew what to say next so, Ivy tried to fill the silence, but she regretted the question as soon as it tumbled from her lips, "Do you guys actually blind people?" She mentally slapped herself for her stupid question. Luckily, Finn wasn't looking at the girl any more because her face contorted into one of regret and embarrassment. "What?" He chuckled at her question, she didn't think that he heard it. "It's fine, forget it." She replied all too quickly. "No, no, I wanna know now." He persisted and looked into her icy blue eyes. She, reluctantly, repeated her question "D-do you guys actually b-blind people?" He didn't laugh again and answered it seriously. Finn didn't look offended or confused at all which was a mental 'Hooray' for Ivy. "Um, sometimes, if we need to. Our job isn't all about blinding people though. We're book makers but sometimes we need to get our hands bloody." He didn't seem phased by the question at all.

"Have you ever blinded someone?" She mentally slapped herself again. 'Why am I asking these stupid questions? He's going to hate me.' She mentally scolded herself. Finn snorted, maybe he could see the regret plastered across the poor girl's face? "No, I've always been 'too young' for that kind of business." He made air quotes when he said the words 'too young'. Ivy's head bobbed when she listened to him, she liked his accent. It was slightly softer than a cockney one. "Have you ever done anything like that?" Blood; covering every crevice of her once-pure mind. The memories came back again. The bodies came back again. Ghosts and demons followed her every move, ever since that day; even before she had run away...

"Why did I say that? You're a lady of course you haven't." He placed his head in his hands. "You'd be surprised," The girl responded simply. Finn's eyes widened. "What?" She asked, worried that she might scare him off. "Don't look so scared," He assured her, "I'm fed up with all the prissy, whiny girls 'round here. It's finally nice to meet a girl that can actually stand up for herself." A grin emerged on her face. "Thanks."

"Do you wanna go sit in the house? It's a bit loud in here." She nodded at his proposition. "Sure." Ivy followed him into the main house and what she assumed was the living room. It was dark and followed the scheme of the rest of the house; dusky furniture with an orange tint in the air. Two plush sofas rested in the centre, all partially illuminated by the light of the fire. Finn seemed to be gaining more confidence the more that the pair spoke. "Are you close to your family?" He asked her as they sat on one of the sofa's together. She tensed at his question. "I-i'm sorry Ivy. I-i-." She cut him off. "It's okay. You don't need to apologise to me, Finn." The girl could've sworn that Finn had got closer to her as they talked, but she thought that it was probably just her mind. "Did you have a boyfriend? Back in London?" Her eyebrow rose in suspicion, "I-I'm just trying to fill the silence and get to know you better." He defended himself but stuttered in the process. "Some would say that you're trying to flirt with me, Finn." His entire face turned to the brightest shade of red, even the tips of his ears changed colour. "N-n-no. I-i was just curious." All of his confidence flew out of the window. "Relax. I was joking." He nervously laughed but still pursued an answer to the question. "So did you?" She grinned and licked her lips, "No, my father would scare all the boys away." She didn't want to explain further.

Finn nodded, as if understanding the girl's struggle. "Yeah, I can relate to that. All the girls are scared of me, being a Shelby and a Peaky Blinder scares them all away." She gave him a sympathetic smile and put her hand on his shoulder. "They say girls are attracted to 'bad' boys, Finn." A voice startled them. The teenagers both bounced away from each other. Thomas stood at the door with a smirk. How long had he been standing there for? "I'm going out to deal with some business," There was that word again, 'business'. She could tell he threw that term around a lot; so did her father. "Arthur's in charge so behave you two." He slipped out of the door and they both looked back at each other. The pair didn't move back to their original positions, they sat there, more awkward silence blanketed over them.

Somebody burst through the doors, causing their heads to snap towards the noise. "Jesus. Who died?" Isaiah joked as he came in, referencing the un-lively nature of the room. He sat down on the couch next to Finn and Ivy. It was a fairly small sofa which meant that Ivy was sandwiched in between the boys. "You're name's Ivy right, kitten?" Isaiah asked the girl in a strong Birmingham accent. "Yeah." She simply responded, slightly taken back by the nickname. Ivy's heart thundered against her chest, surely this couldn't end well.

They talked for a couple hours. They laughed and joked. By this point the boys had brought in a spare bottle of whiskey from the kitchen. They were swiftly making their way through it whereas Ivy took light sips, not wanting to get too drunk in front of people that she'd just met. The boys didn't care about that fact though and alcohol worked its way through them; intoxicating them more and more with every gulp. They no longer had a filter on what they were saying. Ivy had learnt that Isaiah was a bit of a lady's man. Well, he liked girls, he liked them a lot. "Wait, so you're saying that even if you loved the girl, you still wouldn't let her take control?" Ivy quizzed the preacher's son. "Yeah, I'm not sexist, kitten, don't worry. It's just the thought of having a girl so in love with you, that you're irresistible to her; the thought that she would do absolutely anything to please you."

"You guys are fucking weird." Finn downed his drink in one. His jawline became more prominent when he threw his head back. They sat in silence for a while; it was warm and comfortable. They were still sat on the couch with their heads thrown back. The boys both had their legs wide open and a glass of whiskey in hand meaning Ivy was very squished in the middle of them. "Ivy?" Finn started, "Yes, Finn?" His head turned to face the girl, she could feel his hot breath on her face. "Don't suppose you can sing, can ya? I love a girl that can sing." She laughed at his comment, "I can actually, I think. I used to sing all the time when I cleaned the bakery for my dad." Isaiah joined in on the conversation, "Give us a little sing-song." He encouraged. "Fine," She complied and stood up, "But don't complain if it's shit." The boys hadn't moved from their previous positions but they looked so tempting from this angle, the alcohol was clearly getting to her. 'Seriously, you need to drink something to satiate your thirst.' She scolded herself once again and reached for Finn's glass first. She necked his drink then she stole Isaiah's. They both looked at each other, eyebrows raised. It was a song Ivy had heard Ezekiel's wife sing before, it was a beautiful song. She just hoped she could do it justice. Ivy used her feet as a beat and began to sing.

"Like a river, like a river Shut your mouth and run me like a river, How do we fall in love? Harder than a bullet could hit you, How do we fall apart? Faster than a hairpin trigger,"

Ivy put as much emotion as she could possibly muster into singing. She thought of all the pain her parents had put her through over the years, all the tragedy and petty feuds between them. The song lasted a couple of minutes and when she was finished the boys sat there in silence. Ivy hung her head in embarrassment, of course it sounded terrible. "That was really bad, wasn't it?" She asked them. "Fuck no, Ivy. That was... well it was incredible." Finn stood up and gave Ivy a hug as a single tear slipped from her eye. "Thank you." It had been a long couple days and the girl just wanted to sleep. Isaiah hugged her when she sat back down on the sofa.

The next few hours passed quickly as all three teens had passed out from the whiskey. But their slumber was cut short when someone had come bursting into the room. Arthur had woken them up by shouting incoherent words. "Arthur, slow down." Isaiah tried to calm down the eldest Shelby brother. His hands rested on Arthur's shoulders and quick breaths left his mouth. After a couple more breaths, he forced out what he was just shouting about.

"Tommy's been taken to hospital."

iii. HOSPITALITY

MASTERLIST

#finn shelby #harry kirton #michael gray #finn cole #alfie solomons #tommy shelby #peaky blinders #smut #fluff #treat you better

[hachibe]

11 questions asked and answered (SKAM edition)

Rules:

1. Always repost the rules!

2. Answer the questions given to you by the one who tagged you!

3. Give 11 questions!

4. Tag 11 people!

tagged by @illgiveyouahint , thanks!!!

1) Favourite remake version of each of the seasons? s1 - none, idk i don’t think any remake has made me like their s1 as much as i like original s1. s2 - DRUCK, I have my problems with it but it's the only remake that took it upon themselves to make that season better not being afraid to change things. s3 - DRUCK as well. the changes in the characters made everything exciting to see. every time they did something different we went

and every time it was the same we went

s4 - since so far france has been the only one who went as far as s4 i have to say none, because i didn't like what they did with it.

2)Which characters do you think would absolutely not get along?

I have no idea, really. Maybe all the Noora’s wouldn’t like each other. The p-Chrises as well. In the other hand I think all the Sana’s would love to hang out together. The Chrises as well, they would totally love each other. 

3)Favourite non-canon mlm ship? Eskild x Mahdi. SRLY, that pic of them hugging in the kosegruppa christmas party had me sending. 

And then we saw them hugging again in the eid party. And some one wrote a beautiful fic of Mahdi realizing he might not be that straight and deciding to try something with Eskild and Isak being pissed at it that I completely love.

4)Favourite non-canon wlw ship? All the wlw ships are non-canon! (sure i’m not considering spain and austin) idk I've been robbed of my Evilde. And I would love for any remake to take notice of this and make it right. Besides that, any wlw ship is welcome.

5)Which character would you like to 👀 guest ⭐ in which remake (other than Eskild in SkamNL)? Anybody in any remake. Wouldn't it be cool if we get random characters in random remakes for no reason whatsoever than our delight? I would love for character to meet. Like maybe take the fact that Matteo is half italian and send him to meet some characters from skam italia. But not Martino, somebody else. Maybe his gradma lives near Silvia's parents or something. With all the Nooras going to Madrid they could meet the spanish people altough i don't care for the spanish people. Maybe someone in skam france is related to someone from SKAM.  Oh!!! Make Arthur be related to Stefan!!!!! And since Matteo and David are currently in/on their way to Amsterdam maybe make them meet some of the dutch kids.

6)What would a remake in your country (assuming it would somehow be possible to make it) look like? I guess it depends on which tv company it gets made. But in my dream world it would not be made by any TV channel we have here, but by some production company that keeps it online but invests heavily in advertising (i think here in Brasil the ads would be super important for spreading it), with the enough amount of money to make it justice.

I would love for it to take place in some capital but like in one of the interior states or in the northeast region. Anything out of São Paulo/Rio de Janeiro/South. Something in nordeste would be so cool! Heavy slang/accent not even the rest of the country understands; beautiful beaches; people taking overcrowded buses, people skipping classes, people drinking way too young, carnaval in nordeste ♥, idek what kind of parties teenagers in nordeste have, but i would like to see. Catholic holidays. Afro-brazilian religions, brown people everywhere! one token white guy, Wilhelm probably. Football!, lots of memes! Trying to incorporate twitter in the narrative. Lot's of dissatisfaction with the current government, especially if it takes place in nordeste. give me money i would do it. and i'll even make sure to put some 'ele não' stickers in every single clip.

7)What would a season based on your life look like? What would it concentrate on? Boring probably. Maybe deal with mental health, growing up in religious household, coming to terms with my sexuality. And how everything intersects.  

8)Do you have a character you headcanon as aro,ace or nb? I must confess I'm terrible at headcanoning. I usually go with mostly established fancanons. Like, I like non binary Mikael, and aro/ace Lin and theirs remakes counterparts (mostly druck because italia doesn't have one and I fucking hate the french one. is Esra Lin? was there one in skam austin? i dropped s2)

9)Assuming you have 👀 original Skam, would you like the cast & crew to come back and do any future seasons/films to update us on the characters? Yes. Years in the future I wouldn't mind to see a special or a film about them and where they are in life. Skins did it and it was amazing. I'm sure if Julie wants it can be done. (i just hope she doesn't half ass some of the characters like she did in those books like 'you, you and you very detailed future and you, you and you *looks smudge in hand* idk kindergarten teacher'.)  

10) What was the order you 👀 the versions in and do you think it influenced you which versions are your favourite? No, I don't think the order in which i watched the remakes has any bearing in my favouritism. But the order I watched it was as they came out. Skam france first, then Druck and Skam Italia. Later then, Skam Austin and Skam nl. It took me a while to watch Skam Spain and I still haven't seen Wtfook. I just got to a point I was so dead tired of seeing the same thing again and again with no significant changes whatsoever.

11) Do you think the fandom is just too negative or do you 👀 it as a valid criticism? I don't like to think about the fandom so generalized like this. I think there can be a lot of negativism but it also there's a lot of valid criticism. And I think both are valid. I mean, and especially with a show with a format such as skam and it's remakes, it calls a lot to instant reactions. A clip drops and we might get mad and pissed by the direction of the plot or characters or whatever, and it's okay. Might we be wrong by tomorrow? Yes. So? ... Like, let people be mad, let people be wrong, let people be happy. You might not agree and that's okay, but let people be. All your sentiments are valid, even if they diverge from other people's. One thing I hate is posts that start like "people need to stop thinking...." or "people need to see....". We need to accept that people are different, people have different opinions, and just because they are different they don’t have a different place in fandom than you. This also leads to people ignoring criticism because if you like something that something must be perfect. And I read a lot of posts with the tone of 'if you don't like it, drop it, stop watching, etc' and I don't think that's the road to go either. So let's be more accepting of each other, i guess.

So, my questions: *i’ll be copying some questions because they are good*

1. What skam and each remake you watched taught you?

2. What would you tell someone to convince them to watch skam and every remake? At least one thing for each one that you’ve watched. 

3. Was there any moments that shocked you?

4. Set you would like to visit?

5. What character would you go for advice?

6. Favourite scene in a remake that wasn’t on the original?

7. If you could go on a date with any character, who would it be?

8. If you could make a season for one character, who would it be?

9. Is there a character you didn’t like in original that you ended up liking in the remakes?

10. If you could watch only one episode for the rest of your life which one would it be? (one for skam and one for each of the remakes, it doesn’t have to be the same)

11. If there was a skam remake but that took place in university with one would you like to see?

I don’t know if I know 11 people! aoidoaijdaosidj So i’m tagging these people but feel free to completely ignore me if you don’t want to do this. @fille-lioncelle @hjertetssunnegalskap1 @smores100 @viro-major @tulaqis @procrastinatingbisexual @ilovenyclife @harryxtimmy ANd hey, if you happen to see this post and wants to do it, just go and do it!!!

#mine #skam #skam remakes #tagging game

[killjoytrait]

🌸   :  meet the simblr

i came across @hurtsim‘s post of this and he indirectly tagged everyone reading, so: here! (i also thought it would make a good first post) rules are to share your simself, traits, aspiration, anything you want to!

i tag everyone reading that wants to do it (+ also @simending because he just followed me and i’m nothing if not excitable)

i also answered the same 125 questions that you can find below the cut

happy simming! i look forward to my new life of attempting to be a simblr

1. what is your full name? dana marie [redacted]. 2. what are your nicknames? dani, red. just call me dani. 3. birthday? july 22nd. 4. what is your favorite book series? probably the percy jackson series. it was a big part of my younger years. 5. do you believe in aliens or ghosts? both. 6. who is your favorite author? rick riordan i guess? or rainbow rowell. 7. what is your favorite radio station? i don’t really listen to the radio often enough to have one. 8. what is your favorite flavor of anything? in general i like almost chocolate anything. fruit-flavored wise my favorite is blue raspberry or strawberry. 9. what word would you often use to describe something great or wonderful? in a meme context or a more serious one? bc i’ll say that something is ‘lit af’ but i’ll also say it’s fantastic or wonderful, etc. 10. what is your current favorite song? i can’t narrow it down to one, so a few are “play it cool” by monsta x, “the eve” by exo, “killing me” by ikon, “bellyache” by billie eilish, “youngblood” by 5sos, and “high hopes” by p!atd. 11. what is your favorite word? to be honest, probably ‘fuck.’ 12. what was the last song you listened to? "promise” by ateez. 13. what tv show would you recommend for everyone to watch? avatar: the last airbender or steven universe. 14. what is your favorite movie to watch when you’re feeling down? spirited away. or coco. 15. do you play video games? not as often as i would like to, but heck yeah. 16. what is your biggest fear? being alone/forgotten. oh and holes. 17. what is your best quality, in your opinion? i can be funny sometimes. and my eyes are a nice color? 18. what is your worst quality, in your opinion? i can be really moody. also i’m anxious and sad like 25/7 so that’s not fun. 19. do you like cats or dogs better? cats. 20. what’s your favorite season? fall. spring would be alright, but it’s too rainy and also allergies. 21. are you in a relationship? i am, yes. 22. what is something you miss from your childhood? not having responsibilities. 23. who is your best friend? one of my first friends i made in my short college stint. (and also my ex-girlfriend) 24. what is your eye color? green. 25. what is your hair color? strawberry-blonde, ginger, whatever you call it. 26. who is someone you love? i love my handful of close friends. 27. who is someone you trust? my girlfriend. 28. who is someone you think about often? like forty different korean boys, i don’t even know. also my girlfriend. 29. are you currently excited about/for something? a convention i’m going to next month. 30. what is your biggest obsession? i don’t even know. it’s a tie between kpop and sour gummi worms. 31. what was your favorite tv show as a child? arthur! living that pbs kid life. 32. who of the opposite gender can you tell anything to, if anyone? no one. 33. are you superstitious? i can be, yeah. 34. do you have any unusual phobias? i’m trypophobic which is kind of unusual? i probably have others that i can’t think of though. 35. do you prefer to be in front of the camera or behind it? i take 99% selfies, so both. 36. what is your favorite hobby? spending hours downloading cc and constantly remaking sims instead of actually playing my game. 37. what was the last book you read? i have no idea. i haven’t been able to finish a book since high school. 38. what was the last movie you watched? i really don’t know, yikes. 39. what musical instruments do you play, if any? i can play the opening of ‘welcome to the black parade’ and that’s about it. 40. what is your favorite animal? sloths. i love sloths. 41. what are your top 5 tumblr blogs that you follow? they’re all amazing so i dunno. 42. what superpower do you wish you had? shapeshifting. 43. when and where do you feel most at peace? probably asleep. or just lowkey chilling with my friends. 44. what makes you smile? tons of things; the moon, stuffed animals, my friends, a comfy hoodie. i might be a sad bitch but i’m a smiley sad bitch. 45. what sports do you play, if any? i don’t. 46. what is your favorite drink? i only really drink water, sprite, or lemonade. 47. when was the last time you wrote a hand-written letter or note to somebody? like two years ago? 48. are you afraid of heights? i’m afraid of falling. 49. what is your biggest pet peeve? customers being rude to people in the service industry. 50. have you ever been to a concert? mhm. 51. are you vegan/vegetarian? vegetarian. 52. when you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up? an artist, a pop star, or an actress. 53. what fictional world would you like to live in? ugh probably the harry potter universe but only under the conditions that i am magical and get to attend hogwarts. (based on my location i would be at ilvermorny but no thanks) 54. what is something you worry about? everything. 55. are you scared of the dark? absolutely. 56. do you like to sing? constantly. 57. have you ever skipped school? of course. 58. what is your favorite place on the planet? i’d say my room but i currently hate where i’m living so i dunno. 59. where would you like to live? a bigger city. not sure where exactly. 60. do you have any pets? i have three fish. 61. are you more of an early bird or night owl? night owl. 62. do you like sunrises or sunsets better? sunrise, even though I rarely see them. 63. do you know how to drive? not really. 64. do you prefer earbuds or headphones? earbuds. 65. have you ever had braces? no. i need them though. 66. what is your favorite genre of music? kpop isn’t technically a genre, but that. along with pop punk and alternative. 67. who is your hero? i don’t really have one that i can think of. batman? 68. do you read comic books? i used to. 69. what makes you the most angry? injustice? tons of things make me angry and that’s not a list i’m about to get into. but also terfs. 70. do you prefer to read on an electronic device or a real book? it depends on how long the book is or where i’m reading. 71. what is your favorite subject in school? it was history. i’d go become a history teacher if i wasn’t so bad at college. 72. do you have any siblings? yes. 73. what was the last thing you bought? a nasa hoodie. 74. how tall are you? 5′10 or about 177cm. 75. can you cook? vaguely. 76. what are three things that you love? the sound of rain when i don’t have to be outside, being asleep, and lgbtq+ rights. 77. what are three things that you hate? going to sleep, screaming children, and biphobia. 78. do you have more female friends or male friends? female. 79. what is your sexual orientation? bisexual. 80. where do you currently live? the usa. 81. who was the last person you texted? my best fren. 82. when was the last night you cried? last night. 83. who is your favorite youtuber? probably lavendertowne. 84. do you like to take selfies? yeah. 85. what is your favorite app? probably youtube? or spotify. 86. what is your relationship with your parent(s) like? my relationship with my dad is pretty good, and i don’t really have a relationship with my mom, nor do i want one. 87. what is your favorite foreign accent? um, southern brit? i also just enjoy listening to other languages even when i can’t understand them. 88. what is a place that you’ve never been to, but want to visit? literally anywhere outside of the usa. i’ve never left the country. but especially rome. 89. what is your favorite number? 4, 7, and 35. 90. can you juggle? absolutely not. 91. are you religious? not really? 92. do you find outer space or the deep ocean to be more interesting? space. 93. do you consider yourself to be a daredevil? not really, no. 94. are you allergic to anything? i’m lactose intolerant and i get seasonal allergies. 95. can you curl your tongue? nope. 96. can you wiggle your ears? nah. 97. how often do you admit that you were wrong about something? i’ll admit it when it’s a friend or when the person hasn’t made me mad. 98. do you prefer the forest or beach? the forest. i can’t stand sand. 99. what is your favorite piece of advice that anyone has ever given you? “just, you do you, and fuck everyone else.” from my dad 100. are you a good liar? yeah. 101. what is your hogwarts house? ravenclaw. 102. do you talk to yourself? constantly. 103. are you an introvert or extrovert? ambivert, but closer to the introverted end. 104. do you keep a journal/diary? no, i’ve tried and i can never keep up with them for more than a week. 105. do you believe in second chances? depends on what they’ve done, but usually no.   106. if you found a wallet full of money on the ground, what would you do? turn it in. keeping it would cause me too much stress. 107. do you believe people are capable of change? once again, it depends on what they’ve done. 108. are you ticklish? sometimes? 109. have you ever been on a plane? not one that was off the ground. 110. do you have any piercings? yes, seven.  111. what fictional character do you wish was real? steve rogers. 112. do you have any tattoos? not yet, sadly. 113. what is the best decision that you’ve made in your life so far? staying alive. 114. do you believe in karma? yes. 115. do you wear glasses/contacts? yeah, my eyesight is awful. 116. do you want children? no. 117. who is the smartest person you know? i really don’t know, 118. what is your most embarrassing memory? every moment of middle school. 119. have you ever pulled an all-nighter? so many times. 120. what color are most of your clothes? black. 121. do you like adventures? i love them. 122. have you ever been on tv? i don’t think so? maybe in the background of my local news or something? 123. how old are you? twenty. 124. what is your favorite quote? “sometimes i can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives i am not living.” from extremely loud and incredibly close by jonathan safran foer. 125. do you prefer sweet or savory foods? sweet!

if you actually read this far, thank you for being interested or at least bored enough to read!

TLDR: i’m a disaster bi.

(credit for the lovely traits overlay goes to @/cupidjuicecc)

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100 Valentine's Quotes 2020 - Most Romantic Quotes You Do Engrave on WOODUCE

1-20

Love is our true destiny. We do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone - we find it with another. -Thomas Merton

Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey. - Lord Byron

So, fall asleep love, loved by me... for I know love, I am loved by thee. - Robert Browning

Kisses are a better fate than wisdom. - e. e. cummings

Love is the emblem of eternity; it confounds all notion of time; effaces all memory of a beginning, all fear of an end. - Anne Louise Germaine de Sta��l

Who, being loved, is poor? - Oscar Wilde

I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be. - Charles Dickens

Anyone who has seen her smile has known perfection. She instills grace in every common thing and divinity in every careless gesture. - Edmond Rostand

He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest. - W.H. Auden

The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to have got inside him, or into the air all round him. She had become a physical necessity. - George Orwell

To love or have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing further. - Victor Hugo

I choose him over and over again, and he chooses me. - Veronic Roth

I look at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world... - Frank O’Hara

I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees. - Pable Neruda

You could have had anything else in the world, and you asked for me. - Cassandra Clare

For the two of us, home isn’t a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.- Stephanie Perkins

What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. - Chuck Palahniuk

The way her body existed only where he touched her. The rest of her was smoke. - Arundhati Roy

If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more. - Jane Austen

To be together is for us to be at once as free as in solitude, as gay as in company. - Charlotte Brontë

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21-40

You don’t love someone because they’re perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they’re not. - Jodi Picoult

Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own. - Robert A. Heinlein

To lose balance sometimes for love is part of living a balanced life. - Elizabeth Gilbert

There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature. - Jane Austen

The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too. - Ernest Hemingway

Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction. - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

The very essence of romance is uncertainty. - Oscar Wilde

It is a curious thought, but it is only when you see people looking ridiculous that you realize just how much you love them. - Agatha Christie

The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person. - Chuck Palahniuk

We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness—and call it love – true love. - Robert Fulghum

This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something. - Elizabeth Gilbert

I won’t ever leave you, even though you’re always leaving me. - Audrey Niffenegger

It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not. - André Gide

And if love be madness, may I never find sanity again. – John Mark Green

You are today and all of my tomorrows. – Leo Christopher

In case you ever foolishly forget: I am never not thinking of you. – Virginia Woolf

They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered. – F. Scott Fitzgerald

My heart is, and always will be, yours. – Jane Austen

He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. – Emily Bronte

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41-60

I exist in two places, here and where you are. – Margaret Atwood

We were together. I forgot the rest. – Walt Whitman

So, I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you. – Paulo Coehlo

You know, when it works, love is pretty amazing. It’s not overrated. There’s a reason for all those songs. – Sarah Dessen

You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams. - Dr. Seuss

A friend is someone who knows all about you and still loves you. - Elbert Hubbard

Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that. - Martin Luther King

We accept the love we think we deserve. - Stephen Chbosky

It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not. - Andre Gide

As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once. - John Green

Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none. - William Shakespeare

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. -  Neil Gaiman

Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage. - Lao Tzu

There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment. - Sarah Dessen

Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own. - Robert A. Heinlein

You love me. Real or not real?" I tell him, "Real.” -Suzanne Collins

Love is like the wind, you can't see it but you can feel it. - Nicholas Sparks

If you can make a woman laugh, you can make her do anything. - Marilyn Monroe

Love in its essence is spiritual fire.-Lucius Annaeus Seneca

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61-80

If you wished to be loved, love.-Lucius Annaeus Seneca

Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.-Antoine de Saint-Exupery

To love another person is to see the face of God.-Victor Hugo

Passion is momentary; love is enduring.-John Wooden

Love takes up where knowledge leaves off.-Thomas Aquinas

To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead.-Bertrand Russell

Lord, grant that I might not so much seek to be loved as to love.-Francis of Assisi

Love has reasons which reason cannot understand.-Blaise Pascal

When we are in love we seem to ourselves quite different from what we were before.-Blaise Pascal

Love is the wisdom of the fool and the folly of the wise.-Samuel Johnson

Who loves, raves.-Lord Byron

Friendship is Love without his wings!-Lord Byron

There isn't any formula or method. You learn to love by loving - by paying attention and doing what one thereby discovers has to be done.-Aldous Huxley

We are all born for love. It is the principle of existence, and its only end.-Benjamin Disraeli

The first magic of love is our ignorance that it can ever end.-Benjamin Disraeli

The way to love anything is to realize that it may be lost.-Gilbert K. Chesterton

Love is when the other person's happiness is more important than your own.-H. Jackson Brown, Jr.

The journey from teaching about love to allowing myself to be loved proved much longer than I realised.-Henri Nouwen

Accustom yourself continually to make many acts of love, for they enkindle and melt the soul.-Saint Teresa of Avila

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81-100

Love is a great beautifier.-Louisa May Alcott

Blessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul on another.-George Eliot

Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.-Zora Neale Hurston

You can give without loving, but you can never love without giving.-Robert Louis Stevenson

We can't command our love, but we can our actions.-Arthur Conan Doyle

True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen.-Francois de La Rochefoucauld

Love is metaphysical gravity.-R. Buckminster Fuller

We may give without loving, but we cannot love without giving.-Bernard Meltzer

The more one judges, the less one loves.-Honore de Balzac

Faith makes all things possible... love makes all things easy.-Dwight L. Moody

I love that feeling of being in love, the effect of having butterflies when you wake up in the morning. That is special.-Jennifer Aniston

Love conquers all.-Virgil

There is more pleasure in loving than in being beloved.-Thomas Fuller

The eyes those silent tongues of love.-Miguel de Cervantes

Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.'-Erich Fromm

Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.'-Erich Fromm

True love is quiescent, except in the nascent moments of true humility.-Bryant H. McGill

In matters of the heart, nothing is true except the improbable.-Madame de Stael

Love feels no burden, thinks nothing of trouble, attempts what is above its strength, pleads no excuse of impossibility; for it thinks all things lawful for itself, and all things possible.-Thomas a Kempis

Love is that splendid triggering of human vitality the supreme activity which nature affords anyone for going out of himself toward someone else.-Jose Ortega y Gasset

One does not fall in love; one grows into love, and love grows in him.-Karl A. Menninger

If you wish to be loved, show more of your faults than your virtues.-Edward G. Bulwer-Lytton

Love is a force more formidable than any other. It is invisible - it cannot be seen or measured, yet it is powerful enough to transform you in a moment, and offer you more joy than any material possession could.-Barbara De Angelis

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Blondie Has Servant Trouble (1940)

11:51 PM, Saturday, 19 October 2019

What a title, eh? The biggest first world problem of the 20th century. Needless to say, there are bigger problems in the world in 1940 than Blondie’s servant trouble, but here we are. I’m not in the best mood so why not take it out on this totally well-meaning but inconsequential piece of light entertainment from 80 years ago?

11:55

Hey so: the mailman Dagwood runs into in the intro isn’t the mailman he runs into in the movies proper. I don’t know if it ever was. Maybe in the first movie, I honestly don’t remember, but I don’t know who that guy in the intro is. He’s not the mailman I know and love from these great great flicks.

11:58

Hey, noir detective newspaper guy is back! I guess whatever drama I decided was going on behind the scenes last time is resolved now.

We may never know how much blood he has on his hands, how far he went, interrogating petty criminals in alleys, following the trail that ended at the dog-catchers, God rest their souls.

12:01 AM

So… I think a lot of what I’ve seen so far is stock footage, which isn’t something they’ve done to any noticeable degree in the previous movies. Maybe it isn’t though? I don’t know! I don’t trust myself. Maybe these movies are just so repetitive that I can’t believe that they filmed this stuff a second time anymore.

(Future Euan note: I’m pretty sure it wasn’t stock footage.)

12:03

So far, this entry seems to be about superstitions. You know, black cats, walking under ladders.

I’m kinda checked out. Which I can only apologize for. If you’re reading this I want to give you my all, but I mean YOU KNOW WHAT’S GONNA HAPPEN. YOU’VE SEEN OLD CARTOONS. Man I miss Dagwood and Blondie just chilling on the train.

12:07

Blondie: “Poor Daisy. Maybe she’s tired of doing the same thing over and over. I know I am.”

Holy shit, the movie heard me. I’m scared now. I’m feeling very vulnerable and I’m not ready for Blondie Has Servant Trouble to Sonic.exe me.

12:09

Dagwood just electrocuted himself atop a ladder at the top of a flight of stairs, which he then fell down. And all I can think is “man I wish Dagwood could die.”

12:15

Alexander Hamilton Bumstead has a kite.

Kinda like how Charlie Brown flies a kite.

...

You know, What Have We Learned, Charlie Brown has a really interesting sequence of World War II footage that’s hand-tinted in bright stylized colours. I could be watching that right now.

https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x3x6rhf

12:28

I promise I’ll go easy on the next movie. I’ll look on the bright side for that one.

12:30

The mailman says he transferring. It’d be weird if the movie where I finally notice that there’s a different mailman in the intro is also the last movie with the mailman that actually is in the movies.

12:32

There’s a gag where Dagwood, through a series of hilarious events, runs into the mailman while caught on Alexander Hamilton Bumstead’s kite, and we see the kite flying in the air with the mailman’s hat stuck in its string. And all I could think was “that must have been a very hard shot to get and it was not worth it.”

Dark Side Euan has entered the chat.

12:38

Apparently people said “no offence” in 1940. Did not know that.

12:39

You know, I was in a good mood last night. Maybe things’d be different if I did this then.

See, like: Dagwood just kicked his boss in the ass so hard that he slid clear across the room. And I feel nothing.

12:44

Turns out the mailman transferring was just more “ooh, is the mailman gonna avoid getting run into this time? No. He’s not.” The mailman’s transferring to a neighbourhood where Dagwood’s boss is going to put him so that he and Blondie can have servants. Shenanigans. Malarkey. MALARKEY I SAY.

12:48

Somebody died. I’m pretty sure this is the first allusion to death in the Blondieverse. So people can die. By that token, Dagwood can die, assuming he’s a human.

But you know what they say about assuming: don’t do it if it’s not funny.

Is Dagwood an alien? That would explain what I’ve taken to be the strangely pointy bits of his hairdo, maybe they’re actually antennae. Perhaps he’s some kind of god, or an angel, a being from a higher- wait I’m just doing the Mr. Bean lore now.

12:56

Dagwood, Blondie and Alexander Hamilton Bumstead (to say nothing of the dog) are on the car-ride over to the house they’re going to stay in, where a magic trick manufacturer died (more malarkey incoming.)

While Blondie was getting all horny at the thought of having servants (I don’t know how else to describe it, she just keeps saying the word “servants” with satisfaction,) Alexander Hamilton Bumstead cut her off and said “Daddy, are we still in the United States?” I thought, true to his abolitionist namesake, he was condemning his mother for indulging in the privilege her position in the class hierarchy provided her. But apparently he was just commenting on how long the car-ride was taking.

1:08

They’ve arrived at the house, and it doesn’t have electricity.

Alexander Hamilton Bumstead: “This is a mess, how are we going to eat?”

Blondie: “We have plenty of candles, dear.”

Alexander Hamilton Bumstead: “Only eskimos eat candles.”

Never mind, Alexander Hamilton Bumstead isn’t a progressive in the realm of race politics after all.

1:16

Alright. The movie’s acting like there’s a ghost in the house. They’ve shown us someone under a cover, cartoon ghost style. I’m betting you right now it’s the magic trick manufacturer and he’s still alive and that’ll be the shenanigans and in fact death remains an unconfirmed theory in the Blondieverse. And if I’m wrong, I’ll just go back and delete this paragraph.

1:18

I’m wrong. But anyway I’m pretty sure they used stock footage for real this time, for a shot of Daisy running into a door and hitting her head because there’s no dog door. Unless maybe Daisy had a catalogue of tricks she could do, and so they’re filming them more than once to get the most out of having trained the dog to do that.

1:23

So! The guy under the sheet was a black man by the name of Horatio Jones, played by Ray Turner. I note that he’s black because of our experiences with Willie Best, the only other black representation in these movies up until this point. Horatio’s in the house because he’s being initiated into a lodge, and he has to spend a night in a haunted house. So maybe these movies are improving at representing black people?

(Future Euan Note: Horatio is still a pretty stereotypical character, and has his eyes wide practically every second he’s on screen, but he’s presented as equal in class to the Bumsteads so I guess I can count that as progress.)

1:36

Shenanigans alert: the servants just arrived, or rather two people purporting to be the servants, but they reacted oddly when Blondie said “you must be the servants,” and haven’t said anything, instead letting Blondie talk for them, so I suspect they’re not actually the servants. Maybe they’re there to rob the dead magic trick manufacturer’s house? I’m determined to figure out the shenanigans before they happen.

1:40

The “servants,” on their own:

Servant A: “This is my house, it always has been my house.”

Servant B: “But those young people are harmless.”

Servant A: “Harmless? No-one is harmless!”

Servant B: “...Sometimes I think your mind is-”

Servant A: (Turning, putting his hands on her neck as if to strangle her,) “You’ll never say that again!”

These bastards are straight out of a completely different movie.

1:45

Blondie has her fur coat from the last movie. Continuity! Wooooo.

1:47

Please make this movie be over.

1:51

I hate you

You hate me

Let’s team up and kill Barney

With a baseball bat and a two-by-four

No more purple dinosaur

1:54

Dagwood got a flashlight stuck in his mouth and can’t get it out. Which is upsetting more than it is comical. Reminds of that one bit in The Empty Child.

Gross.

1:57

After getting it out, Dagwood promptly got the flashlight stuck in his mouth again, while demonstrating to Horatio how he managed to get it stuck the first time ‘round.

What a fucking dipshit.

2:03

Eric the fake servant dude just grabbed a kitchen knife and walked menacingly in the direction of the Bumsteads, before fake servant lady stopped him.

Don’t tease me like that, Flournoy!

(Future Euan Note: Wow that’s dark, I’m sorry.)

2:07

The guy playing Eric, the demented mystery man masquerading as a servant and repeatedly holding his head in anguish, is named Arthur Hohl, and a cursory glance at his Wikipedia tells me that he’s a fairly serious actor. And I mean I’m down. I’m struggling with this one but I am down for the introduction of a thespian playing a violent and dangerous man losing his grip on reality.

Maybe, just maybe, it’s Dick Flournoy’s self-insert character.

2:15

There was just a bit where Dagwood ran to get water to douse on fake servant lady, who’s unconscious.

...Which reminds me of this one scene in A Boy Named Charlie Brown, which I’d also rather be watching.

https://youtu.be/E7ID_E-SYbQ

Snoopy’s an asshole and I love it.

2:24

15 minutes left. My eyes are doing that thing where they feel bad to keep open. You know. When one is sleepy.

2:28

https://youtu.be/AQE4bwA6EF4

This movie is weird you guys.

2:30

Welp, the movie broke me. I laughed.

Blondie: (reading a newspaper clipping with a picture of the crazy fake servant dude) “Man eludes police after knifing attorney.”

Dagwood: “Euh- with a knife?”

2:35

This movie’s never gonna end I wanna SLEEEEEEp

2:37

Ignore this entry, I’m just typing something so I don’t fall asleep.

2:38

Dagwood just yelled “Blondie, I’m shot!” What actually happened is he burnt himself with a candle, but if I was a real sociopath, I could edit that line with gunshot sound effects either side of it. Like Dagwood’s Crazy Frog and I’m on Newgrounds circa 2005.

2:42

I think Dagwood just got stabbed. I think Dagwood has a knife in his back. I think Dagwood just got STABBED.

2:43

Nah the knife was just stuck in his jacket. But if I was a REAL sociopath, I could- 

idk, edit in a punchline when you’re not so tired, Future Euan.

(Future Euan Note: I dunno, painstakingly animate CGI blood dripping from his back? I don’t really know what you were going for here, Past Euan.)

2:47

Okay it’s done! IT’S DONE! It’s done.

Quick quick quick, wrap up: This movie was good, probably, maybe? I was miserable watching it but it had weirdly life or death stakes and a psycho killer (qu’est que c’est) which is almost interesting by Blondie standards. It’s even the kind of movie I could see myself stumbling on and enjoying if it wasn’t a Blondie movie, or if it was but I wasn’t on this crusade. The kind of movie I’d find on some weird DVD collection of public domain or cheaply licensed old movies, like a favourite of mine, The Answer, a 1955 episode of Four Star Playhouse that felt very profound when I was little.

My Dagwood Sandwich rating is: one sandwich containing ice cream. You appreciate the ice cream, but you weren’t exactly expecting it in your sandwich. And when somebody asks you how it was, you’re like, “Well, it was ice cream, so good I guess.” And they say, “Did you enjoy it?” and you say, “Well, no.”

AHHHHHHHHHHHH!

I’m gonna go to sleep.

#gingervsblondie

[ladymoonveil]

Happy Reaper76 Week everyone! 

I honestly did not think that I would fall so deep into the Overwatch fandom, but then these sad old men punched me in the feels and well...here I am stuck in R76 hell lol.  I haven't been this obsessed with a ship in a loooong time. Since there are so many fantastic fics coming out this week, I decided to put together a massive fanmix for our favourite soldiers as my submission.  (Though this ended up taking way longer than I expected, I had a lot of fun making my selections and creating the graphics.)  The songs all fit into Reaper76 Week's themes in one way or another, and I've included lyric excerpts for each song under the cut.  Many thanks to @isali3 for helping me pair the songs up and interweaving them together for a better listening experience.  (The order goes like Gabe -> Jack -> Gabe -> Jack etc.) 

Please remember to support the original artists, and I hope this fanmix gives you all the feels.

Tracks: 32 Genres: Rock/Alternative/Pop/Electronic Duration: 2 Hours 10 Minutes NSFW: Yes (Some of the songs have explicit lyrics.)

Listen on 8tracks: here Listen on Youtube: here

Vampire Smile - Kyla La Grange Baby I need a friend But I'm a vampire smile, you'll meet a sticky end I'm here trying not to bite your neck But it's beautiful and I'm gonna get So drunk on you and kill your friends You'll need me and we can be obsessed And I can touch your hair and taste your skin The ghosts won't matter cause we'll hide in sin Familiar Taste of Poison - Halestorm Drink the wine, my darling, you said Take your time, consume all of it But the roses were only to drain my inspiration The promises were spoiled before they left your lips and... I breathe you in again just to feel you Underneath my skin, holding on to The sweet escape is always laced with a familiar taste of poison Fire Bomb - Rihanna Fire is on my trail And he's after me Hope it don't get here Before I get where I'm going I gotta get where I'm going Take off my mask to breathe I just wanna set you on fire So I won't have to burn alone Then you Then you'll know where I'm coming from Fire bomb Fire bomb Burn - The Pretty Reckless Here comes the darkness It's eating at my soul Now that the spark has Gone out of control This fire is raging I can't find the door I just wanna die here But you wanted more You want me to burn Want me to burn Want me to hurt And maybe I will finally learn

In The Sun - Joseph Arthur I picture you in the sun wondering what went wrong And falling down on your knees asking for sympathy And being caught in between all you wish for and all you seen And trying to find anything you can feel that you can believe in I know I would apologize if I could see your eyes 'Cause when you showed me myself I became someone else But I was caught in between all you wish for and all you need I picture you fast asleep A nightmare comes You can't keep awake Who We Are - Lifehouse Live my life around a picture Taken when we met Spending all of my time Chasing your silhouette For all we go through I don't wanna change you It's my mind running in reverse Trying not to forget Who we were Where it's at Here we go And we break and we burn And we turn it inside out To take it back to the start And through the rise and falling apart We discover who we are

Animal I Have Become - Three Days Grace I can't escape this hell So many times I've tried But I'm still caged inside Somebody get me through this nightmare I can't control myself So what if you can see the darkest side of me? No one will ever change this animal I have become Help me believe it's not the real me Somebody help me tame this animal (This animal, this animal) I Know You - Skylar Grey I believe, I believe there's love in you Grid locked on the dusty avenues Inside your heart, just afraid to go I am more, I am more than innocent But just take a chance and let me in And I'll show you ways that you don't know Don't complicate it, Don't let the past dictate Yeah, I have been patient, but slowly I'm losing faith Alive - Sia  Hey I wanted everything I never had Like the love that comes with light I wore envy and I hated that But I survived I had a one-way ticket to a place where all the demons go Where the wind don't change And nothing in the ground can ever grow No hope, just lies And you're taught to cry into your pillow But I survived Hero - Chad Kroeger ft. Josey Scott Now that the world isn't ending, it's love that I'm sending to you It isn't the love of a hero, that's why I fear it won't do And they say that a hero can save us I'm not gonna stand here and wait I'll hold on to the wings of the eagles Watch as we all fly away Nightcall - Kavinsky & Lovefoxx I'm giving you a night call to tell you how I feel I want to drive you through the night, down the hills I'm gonna tell you something you don't want to hear I'm gonna show you where it's dark, but have no fear

There's something inside you It's hard to explain They're talking about you boy But you're still the same One Last Night – Vaults Ghosts and silhouettes They take a piece of me, they want it all Oh but to wait in an empty room With the feeling that it's closing in I had a dream I was dying But I found nobody there And if one last night is all that we've been given Let's live it like we care For one last night For one last night   Curbstomp - Meg Myers  I'm a shadow I'm a creeper Want forgiveness Getting weaker I'm addicted to the fever Let go, I'm ready for it Let go, I'm ready Blood I want it Giving up the fight Blood I want it Lay me down tonight Blood i want it Take me to the sky Blood I want it Everything's alright now Make Me Wanna Die - The Pretty Reckless Taste me drink my soul Show me all the things that I shouldn't know When there's a blue moon on the rise I had everything Opportunities for eternity And I could belong to the night Then your eyes Your eyes I can see in your eyes Your eyes Everything in your eyes Your eyes

Sound Of Your Heart - Shawn Hook  You showed me heaven, you rang up bells I played with matches, it hurt like hell Asleep and wake, you're all I see I can't escape you, can't set you free I miss your full moon rising, catching a breath in silence Can't stop this bleeding, can't stop believing I'm missing the sound of your heart beating Baby I'm in love with you I'm missing the sound of your heart beating Baby you were mine to lose I'm missing the sound of your heart beating Who Knew - P!nk I'll keep you locked in my head Until we meet again Until we Until we meet again And I won't forget you my friend What happened? If someone said three years from now You'd be long gone I'd stand up and punch them out Cause they're all wrong and That last kiss I'll cherish Until we meet again And time makes It harder I wish I could remember But I keep Your memory You visit me in my sleep My darling Who knew         Possession - Sarah McLachlan Through this world I've stumbled So many times betrayed, Trying to find an honest word, To find the truth enslaved, Oh you speak to me in riddles and You speak to me in rhymes My body aches to breathe your breath, Your words keep me alive And I would be the one To hold you down Kiss you so hard I'll take your breath away And after I'd, wipe away the tears Just close your eyes dear Under The Water - The Pretty Reckless Broken lines, across my mirror Show my face, all red and bruised And though I screamed and I screamed, well, no one came running No I wasn't saved, I wasn't safe from you Don't let the water drag you down (Don't let the water drag you down) Don't let the water drag you down Don't let me drown, don't let me drown in the waves, oh I could be found, I could be what you had saved Set Fire To The Rain - Adele Sometimes I wake up by the door, That heart you caught must be waiting for you Even now when we're already over I can't help myself from looking for you. I set fire to the rain, Watched it pour as I touched your face, Well, it burned while I cried 'Cause I heard it screaming out your name, your name I set fire to the rain, And I threw us into the flames When it fell, something died 'Cause I knew that that was the last time, the last time Stay - Hurts My whole life waiting for the right time To tell you how I feel. Know I try to tell you that I need you Here I am without you I feel so lost but what can I do? 'Cause I know this love seems real But I don't know how to feel. We say goodbye in the pouring rain And I break down as you walk away. Stay, stay. 'Cause all my life I've felt this way But I could never find the words to say Stay, stay. So change your mind And say you're mine. Don't leave tonight Stay. Howl - Florence + The Machine  If you could only see the beast you've made of me I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to howl My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to Howl, howl Howl, howl   Sweet Surrender - Sarah McLachlan It doesn't mean much It doesn't mean anything at all The life I've left behind me Is a cold room I've crossed the last line From where I can't return Where every step I took in faith Betrayed me And led me from my home Sweet surrender Is all that I have to give              The Horror Of Our Love - Ludo I'm a killer, cold and wrathful Silent sleeper, I've been inside your bedroom I've murdered half the town Left you love notes on their headstones I'll fill the graveyards until I have you. Moonlight walking, I smell your softness Carnivorous and lusting to track you down among the pines. I want you stuffed into my mouth Hold you down and tear you open, live inside you - Love, I'd never hurt you. But I'll grind against your bones until our marrows mix I will eat you slowly... Give Me Love - Ed Sheeran Give me love like never before 'Cause lately I've been craving more And it's been a while but I still feel the same Maybe I should let you go. You know I'll fight my corner And that tonight I'll call ya After my blood is drowning in alcohol No, I just wanna hold ya. Give a little time to me or burn this out We'll play hide and seek to turn this around All I want is the taste that your lips allow My, my, my, my, oh give me love Beggin For Thread - Banks Stooped down and out You got me beggin for thread To sew this hole up that you ripped in my head Stupidly think you had it under control Strapped down to something that you don't understand Don't know what you were getting yourself into You should have known Secretly, I think you knew (Secretly I think you knew) Here's To Us - Halestorm Stuck it out this far together Put our dreams through the shredder Let’s toast cause things got better And everything could change like that And all these years go by so fast But nothing lasts forever Here's to us Here's to love All the times That we messed up Here's to you Fill the glass Cause the last few nights Have kicked my ass If they give you hell Tell 'em to go fuck themselves Here's to us Here's to us Big Eyes - Kyla La Grange Are you afraid of them now? Now that your head wears a crown? I’ll be the sword at your side I’ll be your friend for all time And big eyes, don’t lie And big eyes, don’t cry And big eyes, don’t lie And big eyes, don’t cry about it Save Tonight - Eagle-Eye Cherry Go on and close the curtains 'Cause all we need is candlelight You and me, and a bottle of wine To hold you tonight Well we know I'm going away And how I wish - I wish it weren't so So take this wine and drink with me And let's delay our misery Save tonight and fight the break of dawn Come tomorrow - tomorrow I'll be gone                              You Look So Fine - Garbage  You look so fine I want to break your heart And give you mine You're taking me over It's so insane You've got me tethered and chained I hear your name And I'm falling over          

Young and Beautiful - Lana Del Rey I've seen the world, lit it up As my stage now Channeling angels in the new age now Hot summer days, rock 'n' roll The way you play for me at your show And all the ways I got to know Your pretty face and electric soul Will you still love me When I'm no longer young and beautiful? Will you still love me When I got nothing but my aching soul? I know you will, I know you will I know that you will Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?

What If - Safetysuit And if this be our last conversation If this be the last time that we speak for a while Don't lose hope and don't let go Cause you should know

If it makes you sad If it makes you sad at me Then it's all my fault and let me fix it please Cause you know that I'm always all for you Cause you know that I'm always all for you

The Best Mistake I've Ever Made - Joanna Wang So I will lose myself and bare my soul Take this chance cause heaven knows I'm so far gone, my choice is made And even if my heart should break

When I lose myself with you tonight Fall apart or hold on tight Wrong or right I'll always say You're the best mistake I ever made

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#reaper76 #r76 #reaper76week #Jack Morrison #Gabriel Reyes #Soldier 76 #Reaper #Overwatch #I'm sorry if this fanmix makes you sad #That's how the grandpas make me feel on a daily basis #Just sharing the love #Please don't hate me #Join me in R76 hell we have fantastic fics/art/music #Or maybe I just want people to suffer with me who knows #Fanmix #Moony speaks

[archivednimueries]

tag dump o4.

#fc. ► ❝ i am not such a good girl though ❞ ┈ anamaria #fc. ► ❝ her golden hair hanging down her back ❞ ┈ taymom #fc. ► ❝ all blossom and pale flowers like morning ❞ ┈ sarah #fc. ► ❝ pale and serious with the blue crescent ❞ ┈ julie #fc. ► ❝ even gwenhwyfar had never been so beautiful ❞ ┈ faceless #s. ► ❝ how else should i love you ❞ ┈ ships #s. ► ❝ they say love is pain well let’s hurt tonight ❞ ┈ & mordred / fateweary #p. ► ❝ an open book with a torn out page ❞ ┈ mordred / fateweary #s. ► ❝ two hearts dancing in the rain playfully ❞ ┈ & richard / malignedking #p. ► ❝ he is more myself than i am ❞ ┈ richard / malignedking #s. ► ❝ the warmth is in the sin ❞ ┈ & catherine / madameserpent #p. ► ❝ like the first flower of spring ❞ ┈ catherine / madameserpent #s. ► ❝ i want all that is not mine ❞ ┈ & cora / hcartless #p. ► ❝ clever as the devil and twice as pretty ❞ ┈ cora / hcartless #s. ► ❝ love wasn’t made for people like us ❞ ┈ & arthur / korrhaphi #p. ► ❝ i hate to think about you with somebody else ❞ ┈ arthur / korrhaphi

[callmemrsweeknd]

Questions 1-30 :)))) have fun!

oohhhh I will :)

1.  do you believe in soulmates or twin flames? I think so yeah

2.  favorite tv shows? Sherlock, Steven Universe, Adventure Time, FRIENDS, probably more

3.  do you wear makeup? if so, favorite products? I do but like I don’t really buy expensive + amazing products, although I do really love my Fit Me! full coverage foundation(btw I use 110 porcelain causeee) and my volume boost mascara (”get big lashes”) by Essence 

4.  favorite terms of endearment? “babe”, “lovely”, “hon/honey”

5.  what is something you’d like to do before you die? so technically it’s more than one thing but I want to see each of my favourite bands live and I also want to be in a band before I die

6.  do you have a favorite quote? I’ve talked about it before and it was something some random tumblr user wrote that I reblogged, but it’s “if you can’t handle me at my worst just remember that I handle me at my worst and that makes me stronger than you”(I have it memorized oh my god)

7.  do you wish you could change your name? oh god yes. my given name is completely alienated and wrong to me, I’ve wanted to change it since I was little, I was also always looking at girl names, which is why none ever stuck. finally I relized that i’m probably non-binary or genderfluid and I looked at androgynous names, and I fell in love with Cameron

8.  do you enjoy museums? if so, favorite type? Art museums

9.  what is a fashion piece that you can’t live without? ripped mom jeans

10. favourite movies? okay so i’m a Generation Z kid or whatever but like I really love She’s The Man, 10 Things I Hate About You, Notting Hill, Pride & Prejudice, Mean Girls, John Tucker Must Die, and I think i’m missing one but I really love those “older” movies

11.  what are 3 values that you appreciate the most? my electric guitar, my polaroid camera, and my phone???(also does my uke count cause if so then that too)

12.  do you have a dream car? Fiat 500 1957 in vapor blue

13.  do you believe in ghosts? yep

14.  favorite songs? oh boy here we go; FOB:-What a Catch -Expensive Mistakes -Favourite Record; P!ATD: -Nearly Witches -Memories -Always -LA Devotee -Vegas Lights; Demi Lovato: -Stone Cold; The 1975: -Girls -Sex -Chocolate -Somebody Else -UGH!; TOP: -Forest -Trees -Friend, Please -Ode To Sleep -Taxi Cab; way too many more

15.  are you superstitious? only with some things (i.e. “knock on wood”, elephants truck up for good luck, elephant facing away from door for money)

16.  have you had any paranormal experiences? not that I can remember

17.  favorite poem? it doesn’t have a name and I don’t want to write it out :P

18. dream profession? musician/artist/writer

19.do you write songs or poetry? yep

20. favorite skincare products? um if moisturizer counts then Sweet  Honey hand cream by Folklore

21.what is your favorite drink? Passion Tango Tea from Starbucks(hot)

22.  have you ever visited a psychic? nope

23. what is at the top of your wishlist right now? a record player

24. do you have a favorite place? unfortunately no

25.what inspires you? Connor Franta in general, music in general, Demi Lovato in general, Dodie and Thomas in general

26. is there a song/movie that always makes you cry? either Friend, Please/ Trees by TOP, Nightingale by Demi Lovato, Blood In The Cut by K.Flay, or Say You Won’t Let Go by James Arthur

27. would you go to the moon if you could? that would be awesome but logically, absolutely not. i’d have an anxiety attack almost daily and it would take forever and just no thanks

28.  do you like to drive? not old enough

29. favorite designers? ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

30. do you have a crush or significant other? a significant other

thank youuuuuu I love asks and this was lot’s of fun!!!!! (no emojis cause I'm on desktop)

[archivednimueries]

(kicks in your door after a million years of absence) HURT ME MICHELLE ♫

 a c c e p t i n g  ➟  five times meme

arthur .  // @peacepaid

♫  five times my muse swears it’s not a date, and the one time it maybe is.

one .    i don’t want your body but i hate to think about you with somebody else

                    ● ● ●                     ❝ You paying for my drink does not make this a date, Pendragon. ❞

One drink of many, she might have added if it wasn’t for the fact that all those drinks had her feeling more than marginally light-headed. ( There was no doubt about it, she would be feeling this in the morning! ) The proximity of this swaggering golden boy buffoon and the overbearing scent of his cologne certainly didn’t help. It was like Arthur had a sixth sense about Nimue and her terrible, horrible, no good, very bad days. One frustrated sigh from her lips and he was sure to come merrily frolicking her way. 

Their steps were drowned out by the nighttime city noises, but they were in time with one another all the same. Her shoulder kept brushing into his as they walked, those violet eyes of hers trained on the profile of his face as he continued to stare straight ahead. Not that he could say he wasn’t as acutely aware of her as she was of him. No, they both knew the profound effect they tended to have on one another.  

two .   i tried to write your name in the rain but the rain never came

                   ● ● ●                     ❝ My god, what is wrong with you? ❞

She pushes Arthur away, holding him hard and fast at arm’s length. If Nimue doesn’t get some distance between them, she’ll give in. She always gives in to this thing - whatever it is - between them. It’s all too much! ( The heat of him against her fingertips. The scent of him in her flared nostrils. ) Why it’s positively primal! She’s better than this; she’s better than some mindless animal that can’t control its baser instincts.

In any case, she hates him. Loathes him, even. Nimue blames him for some of the worst moments in her life.

…Doesn’t she?

❝ Go home, Arthur. ❞ The words are a hiss, wood violet eyes narrowed and angry. ❝ Sleep it off or go find yourself a real date, won’t you? ❞ 

three .   and here i’m trying not to bite your neck, but it’s beautiful and i’m gonna get so drunk on you

                  ● ● ●                     It had been stupid to think that they could handle something as supposedly simple as a civil afternoon with one another. She’d been avoiding him for weeks, and she was almost certain that he’d been attempting the same. ( It was the only way that either of them could have been successful on that front, after all. ) Nimue had convinced herself that she’d sweated out whatever fever had taken hold of her when it came to Arthur.

She can’t even chalk this up to human error. This - what they were doing - was wrong. She knows it. He knows it. Hell, the entirety of the world probably knows it at this point! Oh, but it wasn’t as simple as saying that it wasn’t right or they didn’t fit! The only time she feels anything at all is when they are together; the only time she feels whole is when they are…

                                                                   ❝ This - this didn’t happen. ❞ 

four .   believe when i say that you’ll know once you taste it.

                  ● ● ●                     She stays longer than usual this time, basking in the afterglow and the warmth that radiates off of Arthur in heavy waves. Her breathing has only just now gone back to normal, even if her heart is still a few too many beats ahead. Lips graze a golden collarbone, ivory teeth nipping at the honey-tanned flesh available to them. The thought of getting up is incomprehensible at the moment and finding her clothes seems a Herculean task at best.

❝ This is your city, ❞ she reminds him between nips on the neck that make the languid trek towards his chiseled jaw,  ❝ what can we get delivered around here? I’m positively famished. ❞  

She’s also insatiable. Her blonde curls, more moonspun than his summery locks, cascade and tumble over her pale shoulders as she rolls on top of him once more. There’s still time. Time to decide what to order. Time to wait for that order. Then again, all she has is time. Nimue offers him a feline grin from her higher position, nails digging lightly into the flesh of his broad shoulders. Teasing. Testing.

                                       ❝ I’ll even pay for it. Goddess forbid that you think this is a date. ❞

five .   woah is me the first time that you touched me

                  ● ● ●                     ❝ You’ve stolen my dog. ❞

The accusation packs no punch, a tired roll of her eyes acting as the only meaningful punctuation to her words. Another sip from her glass of wine is taken as she watches Pellinore and Arthur roll around on the floor - her floor - together. There’s something very warm about the entire picturesque scenario. Of course, the witch is all too ready to blame it on the crackling fire in the fireplace or the heat carrying to the sitting room from the kitchen stove.

❝ If this were a real date I might be jealous, ❞ she muses after another sip, carefully setting down the crystal on the table. Nimue relaxes into the plush comfort of the couch, shoulders easing into the material as she allows her stresses to float away to some other realm of existence.

six .   this thing called love…it can be miserable or it can be beautiful

                 ● ● ●                     ❝ Do you want to come over to my place tonight? ❞

She asks the question as though Arthur hasn’t made himself a fixture in her house over the past few months. Nimue feels like a giddy little girl, curling a blond hair around her finger as she listens breathlessly for his reply over the phone. Of course, there’s nothing normal or conventional about whatever they have — whatever they are to one another. She only knows that they’re not the sworn enemies that they were before…and that they’re not friends; they’ll never be friends. 

Friends don’t fight or fuck the way that they do.

“I’d planned on stopping by, but…why?”

❝ I’m asking because I need to make arrangements if you do, ❞ she answers back to his wary questioning over the phone. Maybe she needs to hide all the knives and other sharp objects. Maybe she needs to cast some fire and sound-proofing spells on the house before he gets there. Maybe, just maybe, she’s trying to figure out the best time to start cooking his favorite meal.

“Is that meant to sound sinister or sexy?” His golden boy laugh, two parts charm and one part nervous uncertainty, washes over her ear.   “….I’ll be around in about three hours.”

                                                                        ❝ Good, it’s a date! ❞

#long post // #peacepaid #( welp #that was a roller coaster of emotions ) #ic. ► ❝ both are false is a lie ever right? ❞ ┈ nim answers #ic. ► ❝ raised up by your hand o lady ❞ ┈ in general