#received pronunciation alex

[blorbocedes]

cannot believe you have me searching for george russell videos but here we are my beloved. i need people to understand that gr is not a natural born tory, not in the way that alex and lando are. alex and lando were born to rich, bougie families. they both went to private school (lando actually went to the same school as the king of thailand, and his father is one of the uk's wealthiest people, that's how rich his family are) and it is clear in the way that they speak.

the uk is absolutely preoccupied with accent and class and the intersection of the two. the most 'acceptable' accent to have is received pronunciation, which is generally thought of as being the southern accent, but is more precisely the accent of wealthier, middle to upper class people from the home counties (the counties surrounding London), particularly the wealthier parts of London, Oxford, and Cambridge. think judi dench, vanessa kirby, stephen fry, joanna lumley, helen mirren for an accent reference.

neither alex nor lando are from these areas, lando is from Bristol and alex is from Suffolk, both of which have distinct accents of their own, but they both speak with a fairly RP accent because of their wealth, class, and education. alex's accent is 'better', it's more crisp, and captures the phonetic rhythm more accurately. it's also slightly more nasal at times than lando's form, but lando's so much whinier that his accent is always more snobbish than alex's.

george, on the other hand, is actually from the general RP area. he was raised in Wisbeach, in Cambridgeshire, so the pattern of his speech and the general way in which he forms sounds matches that of the RP accent. but if you listen to this, an interview taken when he was fourteen (his speaking starts at around the 40 second mark) you'll notice a big difference in the way that he talks to the way in which alex and lando speak. this is the point at which class comes in. now, while i'm pretty sure that george and his family are middle class, george's accent is 'common' enough to suggest that they're certainly not an upper middle class family (yes, there are layers upon layers to the british class system, yes it's stupid and terrible) and likely only lower middle class. this is also supported by the fact that george went to grammar school (a state funded school, but one that is selective and requires you to pass a test to get in) rather than a private school (there are many private schools in the area that george grew up in, and in general private schools care less if you miss lots of school for competitions etc because you're paying).

because accent is linked so much to class, and therefore access to education because the british school system is broken, having a RP accent is an instinctive indicator of wealth and intelligence. it's clear that george has put effort into his accent and ensuring that it is crisper, shortening some vowels and ensuring that he enunciates his consonants, but even so, if you listen to him here, you can still tell that he was raised and educated amidst the 'common people'. similarly, he's evidently put a lot of effort into dressing in a certain way to give the impression of wealth and sophistication. the accent, the clothes, the hobbies (see this photo of him playing croquet, this photo of him cycling in the ponciest way possible, and this photo of him cosplaying shooting at balmoral) are all carefully curated to give the impression of a man who is rich and well-educated from the upper echelons of british society. he's trying to seem like the motorsports version of hugh grant, but the accent betrays him ever so slightly.

this doesn't mean that he's not still a tory of course. he's obscenely wealthy, definitely a queen fucker, and has an almost baffling lack of charm that goes hand in hand with the belief that capitalism is a good thing and that liz truss is an acceptable choice to lead the country (we're definitely not a global laughing stock), but he's definitely not the same kind of tory as lando, though like you i don't think lando has ever voted in his life whereas george definitely had an orgasm the moment that he dropped his Conservative vote into the ballot box (we do still use actual bits of paper that you draw on with a pencil, isn't british democracy wonderful).

anon you are so out of this world in levels of scholarship. i felt like I was reading an academic paper I was nodding along, I was going why of course, yes, as if I have Any idea what differentiates a posh British accent from a common pleb 😭

this is truly... wow. you've convinced me I now believe GR is Not a trueborn posh boy silver spoon of Mayfair but is desperately trying to fit in by being the Most tory of all... something about George Trying intentionally to sound more upper class is so... George...and having a chip on his shoulder cause his peers are so effortlessly belonging to said class, like you Know lando has never thought about pronunciation once in his lifetime, he doesn't even know what the word means! or how Alex is so perfectly pleasant and well bred and his Friend but also everything that doesn't come to him with ease, that he has to carefully think about and project... I just know he saw David Beckham queuing 13 hours for the queen's ash box and if it lands him a knighthood George is gonna 🔫 Charles (prince not leclerc) himself so he can stand in line for 20 hours !!!

it feels only fitting to post this now that wet lettuce has outlived Liz Truss 🥬 lmaoooo but you're right... GR absolutely got a hard-on voting for the Conservative party... he has a little pin that says for queen and country... cheers 🥂🥂🍾

i actually love anons like this cause wow you know what You're talking about and I'm just here to make hehe joke . this is where I develop a parasocial relationship with my anons and wish you were my friend so I could spam about GR larping as a posh boy despite Being a millionaire in your dms (this is an open invite to slide) but thank you for this essay, I truly enjoyed reading it ahaha <3

#George Russell #it's about sociolinguistics it's about class it's about desperately wanting to be an extra on The Crown #George Russell's suspiciously middle class accent? 🤨📸 #everyone look at the Size of this thing #adapted into my world view etc etc #once again forming a parasocial relationship with my anons #blorbocedes ask

[biconicfinn]

“The only reason I haven’t done that is because they asked me not to.” for rwrb?

anon, i am so sorry this took forever, i swear i had the most cliche ao3 author's note type of life bullshit happen so i'm so sorry this is late but i hope the length makes up for it!

Alex watches as Henry paces his study in their brownstone, his even-spaced steps quick with the same agitation that furrows his brow and forms that pinch in the corner of his mouth. Alex longs to reach over and kiss and touch and hold him until his steps halt and forehead smoothes out, wants to kiss that corner of his boyfriend's mouth until it no longer pinches and even more after to soothe the ache it will leave behind.

However, seeing as how he is currently on a conference call with Philip and the old white men assholes associated with the Crown, he stays where he is, curled up with a napping David in the plush armchair that has quickly become Henry's second favourite reading spot in their home. 

Alex's heart pangs in his chest where he can see the slump of Henry's shoulders as he argues back and forth with everyone trying to get him to attend more pointless events for the Crown–well, the various monarchists of the palace are arguing that actually Henry must absolutely attend whatever gala dinners and fundraiser events have been deemed appropriate for him to attend, and his suggestions to get out of them have been constantly shut down. 

First, he argued that instead of paying whatever insane amount of money to cover costs for gala tickets, security, travel, styling, etc., that sum could just be donated to the charities of choice on top of the initially agreed-upon donation.

It was shot down with claims that the Crown would appear aloof and impersonal; like they were just throwing money at the charities without a thought. Henry argued that they were in fact giving even more by cutting costs and anyway it's not like the actual beneficiaries whom Henry would love to meet would actually be present at these events anyway. However the Crown's image is paramount was a refrain parroted back through the phone speakers in a Received Pronunciation accent so often it would probably feature in Alex's nightmares.

Then Henry brought up how the optics of him constantly flying back and forth over the Atlantic would look like regarding his relationships with both his family and his boyfriend (Alex will never tire of hearing people refer to him as Henry's, especially by the man himself). Alex could not lie and say a little thrill did not run through him at Henry turning the Crown's usual arguments of protecting their reputation on them, grinning at the way Henry's eyes shine with hope and the sliver of a triumphant smile that graces his lips as their eyes meet. Alex clasps his hand over his mouth to prevent himself from bursting out laughing.

Their momentary glee is dashed however when it is brought up that they can simply spin the story as Henry balancing personal with his work and public life–even royals have to strike a balance! The hope and spark and smile drains right out of Henry, and Alex watches as his boyfriend practically deflate with his (their) dashed hopes. There's some snide remarks about how Henry should be residing mainly in London anyway, and then Philip mentions how he can't let his dalliance with The AmericanTM (and yes, Alex can hear the capitalisation and trademark in those voices). At that very remark, which at this point in his life rolls off of Alex's back like water, the lines of Henry's body go rigid and he stands up straight, shoulders back, chin tipped-up in proud defiance and the same bravery that stood up to Queen Mary and won, he takes a breath and Alex settles in with so much fucking fondness and pride and love to see his Henry stand his ground—and for it to be while swooping in to defend his honour? well, Alex has now revised their Wednesday evening date night plans to include a request for Henry to take that Prince Charming royal authority into bed later, or maybe after this call, depending on the outcome of this Philip-induced hell.

"I must be mishearing things over the trans-continental phone call, but I hope Philip that you weren't implying that my relationship with Alex, and yes I would like to remind everyone that he does have a name, is something temporary. We have just moved to the same city together and we are planning on living together soon."

"Now Henry,—"

"I would also like to remind everyone that I am not here in New York on an extended holiday, but am in fact working with Percy to set up the first of our shelters for queer youth. An undertaking that is not only a joint effort on part of both the Henry Foundation and the Okonjo Foundation to provide a much needed service to a terribly disadvantaged community, a community that I myself am part of, but the news of which has dramatically helped to improve the esteem of The Firm in the public eye."

"Well I would like to remind you, Henry, that the previously-lowered esteem of the Crown in the public eye was due in no small part to your own actions."

"My actions? You mean my deeply personal and intimate private correspondence with my partner? The same correspondence which was cruelly and callously leaked for public consumption? To be picked apart and analysed and plastered across the media for everyone and their mothers to read? As if I asked or wanted any of it?"

"Henry—"

"Is it so wrong of me to want to slow down a little? To keep my head down and do my work and live my life with as little of a public presence as I can manage it for now? To want to have some infinitesimal shred of normalcy and calm? And to spend some time away from the awful slander of the tabloids?"

"Well then why don't you just abdicate! You had no qualms about waving that threat about in Buckingham in front of the Queen herself? Why not follow through? Or is it just some empty threat because try as you might to hide it, Henry, you actually can't stand the thought of being separate from us and everything we have given you; everything you have gained from just being the spare! Are you attempting to spare our family's feelings? Or are you simply waiting for that boy of yours to give you the go ahead to petition parliament, hmm? Or perhaps Mother and Beatrice are pulling your strings?"

"Enough! For your information Philip, I have thought about abdicating, considered giving it all up for years now and no one else has ever put that thought in my head. in fact, the only reason I haven’t done that is because they asked me not to!"

Alex gasped softly, rising from his seat to stand next to Henry, gently hovering a hand above his love’s now shaking hands, waiting for Henry to seek his comfort when he’s ready. The sight of Henry’s anger flushed face and trembling hands makes Alex’s own temper rise and he wants more than anything to scream at Phillip, cut the phone off and then drag Henry and David into a cuddle pile in bed until the world forgets them. 

But he can’t risk making the situation worse so he, at Henry’s tiny nod, does what he can and holds his boyfriend’s hand through the storm. 

“The only reason I have not already petitioned parliament and informed the Queen of my intention to abdicate is because of Alex and Bea and Mum, Phillip. They told me to wait a little while to let the dust settle from everything that’s happened and wanted me to just live a little as an out member of the royal family. I wanted to say to hell with everything and let it all go, but they convinced me to stay, to see how things would be, to try and make life work. Alex is the one who told me to not let my emotions from being outed in such a traumatic way and yes trauma is the only word to describe the impact, to let myself process and recover and learn to live with everything before I made such a decision. We agreed to give it a few years and then I would evaluate again and that is what I have been working towards. I have been focusing on healing, on repairing my bond with Mum, on learning to deal with the ridiculous media scrutiny, on learning how to live together with my boyfriend, on setting up the queer youth shelters with Pez, I even wanted to work on repairing my relationship with you Phillip but it seems clear to me now that not only do you not hold any respect for my partner and our relationship nor my wishes to step back from royal duties for a while to adjust to my new life, you clearly do not value or respect our bond as brothers and how before you were Mary Mountchristen-Windsor’s grandson, you were the son of Arthur and Catherine Fox, my older brother, and I was not your subject to lord over but someone who would support and love you in the same measure you showed me. It is clear to me now that whatever rifts have formed between us are not things you wish to bridge. And I will not stand to be treated like this when you are only concerned with the standing and image of the crown and not the happiness and wellbeing of your own family. Only contact me if you have decided to change that but otherwise, goodbye.”

The call is swiftly ended and as Henry angrily jabs at the red button over Phillip’s spluttering and the advisors’ shocked silence, Alex throws himself into Henry’s arms and wraps himself around him, and Henry folds himself tightly over Alex, as the latter drags him over to curl up in the comfy armchair he previously sat in. A long since awoken David settles at their feet, nuzzling into shins and ankles to comfort his dads. 

Alex just hums as he rubs a warm palm over Henry’s back, tender touches of his lips ghosting over Henry’s cheek and temple, waiting for Henry to match his breathing with the movement of his hand, for his heart to stop racing and slow down to the pace of his own, once again in sync. And though the words are clawing at his throat and tongue and teeth to be set free, he chokes them back in favour of humming half remembered songs from his dad’s record collection, fairly certain he’s creating some butchered mashup of Ella Fitzgerald and Billie Holiday. 

They sit together like that for a moment, quiet in the Brooklyn afternoon save for David’s quiet snuffles and Alex’s humming and Henry’s deep breaths. Alex waits, patient in the way he only ever is for Henry, for his love’s breathing to ease for the thudding heartbeat he can feel racing in his chest to slow and steady, for Henry to find the ability to speak the words he gasps in a panic. And with the soothing sound of his boyfriend’s humming, the steady movements of his hand up and down his back, and of course, the warm weight of his beloved dog curled up at his feet, henry calms down slightly, the vice grip of panic easing from around his throat his head his heart. 

“Love, thank–“

“You better not be trying to thank me for being a good fuckin’ boyfriend and helping you come down from the edge of a panic attack, Wales, I swear to fuckin’ God!” cries Alex as he pulls himself away from where he’s wrapped around Henry to look him right in the eyes, dark brown eyes ablaze with love and righteous anger Henry knows isn’t directed at him, not really. 

Henry huffs a laugh against Alex’s forehead where he presses a kiss filled with unspoken gratitude. A kiss that eases the furrows and creases of Alex’s emotions, and Henry bites back a fond snicker as Alex melts a little in his arms at the press of lips to his skin. “Of course not love, I only meant to thank you for being such a wonderful human weighted blanket,” Henry’s tone is light and playful but those blue eyes betray a sincerity that steals Alex’s breath, “but in all seriousness, thank you so much darling, for being there for me through all the bullshit the Crown throws at me, for calming me down when it gets to much, for letting me just…be. I wish it got easier to fight back against their horridness, and I am so very sorry you have had to hear the absolutely ghastly things they say about you, about us,” Alex glares at him, “and yes about me too. It’s usually easier for me to stand up to them, especially after what happened with Gran, but I just, I just lost it when Philip said that you and Bea and Mum were manipulating me to not abdicate, as if you’re some power hungry, social climbing, gold-digger! As if you three weren’t the ones who convinced me after everything calmed down to give staying as an out gay Prince a chance, to see how I felt about living this life I never thought I could have! You three, and of course, Pez, who I suspect would be thrilled if I hung it all up tomorrow, have been so damned supportive, encouraging, and loving that I really wanted to give this a chance, to let myself find my footing a little. And for that, I am endlessly grateful. Endlessly, my love.” 

Alex can’t help but lean forward to kiss Henry at that, attempting to pour every ounce of love and affection and admiration he has for him into the kiss, losing himself in the press of lips that always makes his heart flutter and flip and drives all rational thought from his head. Henry kisses him back with his usual passion and love, like it’s a fucking Olympic sport, and they both let themselves just exist in this for a moment, let arms hold each other close, let fingers tangle into dark curls and blond strands, let bodies press close and limbs tangle. 

As they break apart for air (sadly breathing is necessary for living and one cannot survive on kisses alone), they rest their foreheads together, just letting themselves breath the same oxygen for a minute, not yet ready to part from one another. 

“So what do you need now baby? Still up for our date night out? Or do you just wanna have a night in? I could teach you how to make that mac and cheese you liked the last time I made it, and I mean the real Texas shit, none of this ‘elevated’ crap. Or if you don’t feel up to that we can get take out, your pick. I’m gonna follow your lead on this so you just say the word and that’s the plan for tonight,” Alex holds Henry’s face in his hands and gently rubbing thumbs on his cheeks as he looks Henry straight in the eyes as he talks.

“As tempting as it is to have you teach me some new culinary skills, I have to admit that I’ve missed our date nights out, and I really do want to see you in that new outfit you picked out and have been really poorly hiding from me. I want to dress up nice with you, head to that French bistro we have reservations at and wine and dine you, and just hold your hand and show off to the whole world that we’re together and happy and in love. Maybe we could even go out dancing afterward! So what if we make front page headlines of the tabloids tomorrow morning? Maybe one more viral moment is what it takes to prove to Philip and all those utter arseholes in the Palace that yes I’m serious about you and no, that isn’t changing anytime soon,” Henry resolves, reaching to press a tender and sweet kiss to Alex’s knuckles on one hand, while the other squeezes just a little where it’s wrapped on Alex’s waist. 

“Mmm I do love being part of a plan to spite dusty bigoted white men. And I am not even being a little bit sarcastic! Also, dancing? Is that really my Hen who’s open and ready to head to the club? So if I said we find the biggest loudest gay club in the city and danced the night away you’d be fine with that?” Alex laughs, tone teasing.

“Alright, maybe I got a little excited with the sticking it to the Crown of it all, but truly, one day I would love to go out with you to the clubs properly, I know we usually go with the rest of our friends but I can’t lie that the thought of having you all to myself with your frankly, illegal dance moves isn’t tempting at all,” Henry teases back, raising a playful eyebrow at Alex, who preens in acknowledgement of his superior dance prowess.

“We’ll save that for another night, I have plans for us tonight, because while my outfit may have been spoiled, I think I still have a couple of other tricks up my sleeve that would work,” Alex playfully nips at Henry’s jaw, light enough there’s no marks but with the promise of teeth that sends shivers down his boyfriend’s spine.

“Oh? And would those tricks involve anything from our little chest at the foot of our bed?” Henry counters archly.

Alex snorts with playful derision, “First if all, ain’t nothin’ about that chest little, so jot that down. Second of all, if I told you it wouldn’t be a surprise now would it?”

Henry’s voice drops low in the way that always thrills Alex, never failing to make him putty in his love’s hands, “And if I didn’t want to be at your tender mercies tonight? If I wanted to take the reins as it were?”

“Well then thqt would just mean you and I are thinking along the same lines, Wales,” Alex smirks, fluttering his lashes at Henry ever so slightly to make his breath hitch.

At that, Henry can do nothing else but pull Alex in for another kiss, content to let his hands roam as he gasps out, “Christ love, those eyelashes of yours are as lethal as ever” in between heated kisses and teases of tongue and teeth. As Alex moans into Henry’s mouth and reaches to tug at the hem of his shirt, they’re interrupted by David huffing loudly as he gets up from where he was curled around Henry’s ankles and feet to leave the study, which makes the two tangled-up men on the couch fall into helpless laughter at the sight.

“Nooooo our poor baby David has been scarred for life and now he’s left us!”

“Darling, I think it’s more likely poor Davey is fed up with us and has decided to let us know how unimpressed he is with our behaviour.”

“He’s so judgemental; definitely our son, I’m so proud.”

“Right well, I’m going to go take him out for a bit and maybe give him a little treat to apologise, and you can go finish that memo you wanted to send Zahra before we get ready for dinner.”

“Will you please–“

“Set an alarm so you know when to go get ready in case you hyperfixate? Of course love, don’t worry I’ll make sure to remind you”

“God I love you so much”

“I love you too. Now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to go convince our son that we still love him.”

#skyrambles #skygetsasks #skywritesfic #rwrb #firstprince #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #red white and royal blue #rwrb fanfic #rwrb fic #firstprince fic #firstprince fanfic #anonymous

[firstprince-ao3feed]

til the stars fall from the sky (baby im yours)

by panya “Here we are. Now, what are you actually wearing? Now that you’ve gotten my heart hard you can return the favour to my dick, please and thank you.” Henry let’s out a chortle, a laugh mixed with a snort that should be unattractive but is the most beautiful sound Alex has heard all fucking day. “Hmm, just my pyjamas.” “Oh? Not your ‘candy cane jimjams’?” Alex shuffles his shoulders when he says the phrase, and mimics Henry’s received pronunciation. “No, you oaf — it’s May. They have little penguins on them, if you must know.” ~~~ Alex and Henry reconnect over the phone whilst Henry is away in London. Words: 3811, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, David the Beagle (Red White & Royal Blue) Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Smut, Phone Sex, Anal Fingering, Masturbation, Mutual Masturbation, you could call it that lol, Rimming, Explicit Sexual Content, Porn with Feelings, Explicit Language, Dirty Talk, POV Alex Claremont-Diaz, Alex Claremont-Diaz Loves Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Loves Alex Claremont-Diaz, yrs., gratuitous use of the word baby, Praise Kink via https://ift.tt/C5Nvk6i

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #red white and royal blue #rwrb #firstprince #panya

[raceispunk]

An update on the fic I'm writing with my friend:

[He's With the Band: Chapter 4] link

The swirl of students was just on the safe side of interesting rather than overwhelming to watch. With the crowds of kids, groups pushing and shoving, laughing, couples holding hands, nemeses glaring daggers across the asphalt of the parking lot, each glance around was a glimpse into another life, another world and bubble and atmosphere, each unique and separate. It filled him with a kind of unhurried melancholy, to watch each life that he was not a part of, but be content to know that he never could be. Simply observing. Sonder, he thought it was called.

There was something liminal about the lit-up parking lots. He always thought stadium lights deserved more aesthetic credit than they received. Not because they made anything look good, but because they gave off such a distinct feeling. 'Vibe', as someone his age might say.

Alex turned to Liz to resume his excited chatter, discussing dorm arrangements, shuffling along in line, waiting for the overburdened admissions workers to sort out their things. He was spacing out thinking about an article he was working on, composing lines in his head and mumbling them out loud so as not to forget, when a very loud voice came from behind Liz.

"Oh my GOD!" Alex jumped, nearly knocking into the table with his backpack as he turned to see a tallish boy standing over Liz's right shoulder, eyes wide with recognition. Alex, on the other hand, had no idea who he was. "Are you the kid who won the Jacobs Award?!"

Liz looked at the boy with utter confusion, scrunching her face, which was very close to his—he had practically yelled in her ear.

"The what? I didn't win anything," she protested, stepping away from the over-excited teenager.

"No, no, him!" He pointed at Alex with gusto, his green eyes sparkling. Alex registered belatedly that he spoke with a thick French accent.

Alex nodded, somewhat unsure of the proper reaction. He stuck out his hand to be shaken.

"Alexander Hamilton."

The taller boy shook his hand with a practiced and somehow graceful air.

"Well done, mon ami, I read it is a very, euh… difficult selection process." He said the last three words a bit slowly, clearly trying to get the pronunciation correct. "My name is Gilbert du Motier, or- that is the short version. My American friends now call me Lafayette." He said this last fact with some pride.

Alex glanced over at Liz, who had her eyebrow raised, looking at Gilbert with utmost dubious confusion. He smiled back at the French boy.

"Great to meet you," Alex said, hoping to carry on the conversation. Maybe he could make a second friend. "Where are you from?"

Gilbert's eyes lit up, clearly eager to discuss his homeland.

"I was born in France, and my father," he wrinkled his brow, searching for a word, "ruled? Ruled an area in-"

"Laf, who's that?" A loud voice interrupted. Gilbert turned to another boy who had just appeared, putting an arm around Alex's shoulders proudly.

"This is the winner of the David Jacobs Award!" 

"Wow," the newcomer said, grabbing Alex's hand and shaking it. "Congratulations. All my friends went for that, I'm impressed!"

"Thanks," Alex said, definitely not blushing. "I'm Alexander Hamilton."

"Robert Troup," he declared with a beaming smile. "Come meet some of my friends, they're right over here." He turned and dragged Gilbert through the sparse but growing crowd without waiting for an answer. Alex took a step to follow, and suddenly remembered Liz.

He whirled around to find her, taking a moment before spotting her a few feet deeper into the line, collecting a lanyard and signing a piece of paperwork.

"Liz!?"

She glanced up, looking around and then finding him.

"Morris Hall," she called back, not quite close enough to be audible through the babble if she spoke normally.

"What?" he asked, but Troup and Gilbert were back, a hand tugging on his sleeve.

"Hamilton, let's go," Troup repeated. Liz was already talking to the admissions staff again.

Alex stumbled after the two boys, dragging his bags along uncomfortably and abandoning his place in line to approach a cluster of young men standing in front of a vacant park bench. Troup elbowed his way into the group, pulling Gilbert and Alex along.

"Guys," he announced, a bit loudly to gather their attention. "Lafayette found the Jacobs Award winner!"

"Jacobs Award, huh?" One boy said, quite literally patting Alex on the back. 

"Damn, this kid?"

"What's your name, man?"

"Where you from?"

Alex forced himself not to back away from the questions, taking them in stride with what he hoped worked well as charm.

"Alexander Hamilton, I'm from the south actually. Just started this year."

There was a round of responses and more general jockeying about. Alex noticed that Troup's friends all seemed to be wearing an expensive brand of their various styles, which mostly revolved around 'nicely dressed bad boy'. Several of them wore stacks of gold chains around their neck, which Alex thought contrasted interestingly with their prep school ensembles.

Despite their mediocre fashion sense, Alex felt like his thrift store t-shirt was burning his skin. The Award offered the untold riches of a full ride scholarship with food and board cost included, but not riches enough to spend on an immigrant's wardrobe. He wrapped his hand around the frayed spot on the strap of his bag.

"Ay-yo, Burr!" Someone yelled. "Come meet the kid who beat you!"

Most of the boys in the group had a significant height advantage on him, so he couldn't see who was coming until he broke into the circle with a sigh and an eyeroll. 

Every inch of him screamed trust fund. His artfully untucked shirt was a brand that Alex could count on one hand the amount of times he had logged a purchase for by an islander. His shoes were brand new, and the leather suitcase dangling from his hand was designer. He fixed Alex with a narrowed gaze.

"Aaron Burr."

Alex smiled with a calculated touch of pride. "Alexander Hamilton." He pronounced his name like a king's, waiting for others to catch on. He was not whatever this boy thought he was.

"Pleasure," Aaron Burr said with a smile. It seemed mostly genuine. "I hear you beat me?"

Alex shrugged. "Got the Jacobs Award. I assume you went for it?"

Burr kept smiling. 

"Of course; it's an academic achievement. Always expanding my collection of those."

"Early grad track for you then?" 

"With highest honors. Got a few advanced classes: 201 Physics, Romantic Texts-"

"-on Civics and Wealth?" Alex grinned. "I'll save you a seat on Monday."

Burr's smile barely wavered. Alex realized that the boys around them had fallen silent. His voice was pleasant when he answered.

"I look forward to it."

Read here

#hamilton #alexander hamilton #hamilton musical #american history #amrev #amrev history #fan fiction #He's With the Band #fics by race

[defultuser]

someone (reggie) sent alex this, he threw a pop tart at their head 

#reggie caught it and took a bite out of a cold pop tart #american'tgate #britgate #roadman reggie #received pronunciation alex #julie and the phantoms #netflixwewantjatps2

[queenmolina]

clowngate: brit edition

#let’s go clowns #hop to it clowns these unicycles won’t ride themselves #netflixwewantjatp2 #jatp #julie and the phantoms #clowngate #brit edition #roadman reggie #yorkshire luke #liverpudlian bobby #manchester flynn #received pronunciation alex #birmingham willie

[theladyfae]

yorkshire!luke, out of nowhere: d'you think americans think bangers'n'mash sounds like... a music genre or sumfink?

rp!alex who just wanted to have his lunch in (relative) peace: uhhhhhh

#LIKE #yeah some songs are bangin/absolute bangers but #dont the monster mash and songs like that exist?? #when you think about it in that way i guess you can see it??? idk maybe this is stupid but ive been thinking about it forever #jatp #britgate #american'tgate #yorkshire luke #his dialect might be a little off idk #received pronunciation alex #let the scheduled chaos begin

[oldsmobile-hotdogs]

British sunset curve had their gay awakening thanks to mat baynton dick turpin. Collectively.

No questions at this time.

#jatp #netflixwewantjatp2 #julie and the phantoms #british phantoms #yorkshire luke #roadman reggie #received pronunciation alex #liverpudlian bobby #own post

[cherriesfineline]

Au Pair – Chapter I

It's finally here – I'm sorry this took so long, this past few weeks have been a mess but here it is, our first chapter for the Au Pair series; I kinda hate this, ngl- I always hate first chapters, a lot of introductory info and bla bla but yeah.

In the weird case you happen to enjoy this and want to be added into the taglist (starting next chapter) you can request it here.

Feedback, likes or reblogs are so, so appreciated! I'm very much new to the whole writing world so yeah it'd be really helpful to hear your thoughts about this <3

Love you all, have a wonderful week beauties!

Warnings: none specifically for this chapter – age gap.

WC: 6.6k

Masterlist

Y/N was tired, to say the least.

And it wasn’t the tiredness she used to feel after a long work shift at her previous job -where her boss was an old, grumpy lady with horrible manners- or the exhaustion felt after spending hours crying due to a fight with her mother. No, this was different. It was a tiredness she couldn’t get rid of; a tiredness no lavender smelling bath or hours upon hours of sleep could amend.

She couldn't pinpoint the exact moment her brain shifted in such a drastic way. Y/N could easily recognize and admit her life had never been an exciting one; a memorable one. Ever since she was a little girl it all seemed to fly by; graduations, birthdays, friendships – nothing ever seemed to leave an impact and nothing ever seemed as exciting as everyone else put it to be. She knew she struggled with allowing herself to enjoy things, but this far her life had been pretty average.

Maybe it was the fact that she was 22 years old and never been in a real relationship what skyrocketed her fear of dying alone. Now, she knew it might seem exaggerated – 22 years wasn’t a long life at all, but the pungent emptiness she’d been feeling felt like her inevitable destiny – like that’s how life was supposed to be for her.

England felt different, though. But in all honesty, her emotions hadn’t had switched into completely different ones like she’d expected to happen when she applied for this job as an Au Pair all the way back in February.

With a steaming hot cup of coffee between her cold hands, she sat down next to Coco (a very soft grey Scottish Fold) on the giant couch of her new home, scratching in between his tiny ears earning a low purr in response. Coco had become one of her closest friends so far, along with Anya, a three year old girl with cute blonde locks and a laugh so contagious it made the muscles on your cheeks ache after a long playdate.

Maybe moving away wasn’t the smartest choice. It actually might be one of the stupidest choices she had ever made, actually – moving all the way across the globe when she cried herself to sleep most nights due to her loneliness overcoming her (almost inexistent) self-awareness. Y/N liked to believe she had a wide understanding of her emotions, but it was a blatant lie.

At least she was distracted for most of the day – taking care of two kids and looking after a teenager wasn’t an easy task. It required a lot of mental presence; but by the time she was in bed at night, it all hit back again. She thought maybe this is how life is supposed to be for her, lonely – maybe it was not her brain playing her tricks but her brain making her see how her life truly was.

It’d been two weeks since the Lockehold family picked Y/N up from the airport, and on one side getting physically adjusted to this new life hadn't been as rough as she thought it’d be. She did have it easy, if she had to admit – a big room in a giant, beautiful home and a car to her disposal. Emotionally, on the other side, life was still the same.

She knew the moment she heard heels hitting the cold marble staircase Bella was on her way down with Ivy, the eldest of the three sisters, following close behind, complaining about a hangout she was apparently going to miss because they “are expecting a guest” as Bella announced, meaning neither of her parents could drive her. That’s how Y/N found herself sitting in her (borrowed) blue Jeep Renegade driving Ivy to her friend Lily’s house – who lived in the same rich, over-the-top neighborhood as her guest family, which meant the ride to and back was no longer than twenty minutes. During those minutes together, though, Y/N could physically feel the irritation running through Ivy’s blood because first, she still wasn’t too fond of Y/N because she is 16 and doesn’t need a babysitter -her words, not Y/N’s- and second, Y/N is still not accustomed to driving on the other side of the road.

Technically, Y/N had the weekends off. Living with the same people who employed her gladly didn’t mean working 24/7, but she hoped she could earn a couple of points in her favor if she took her free time to drive her around.

After a short conversation between the two (where Ivy refused to save Y/N’s number in case an emergency came up because she could always call her dad), Y/N dropped her off and drove back to the Lockehold’s. What caught her off guard, was the sight of someone in the driveway at the house next door getting suitcases out of the trunk of a black cab – there hadn’t been any movement in the old Victorian mansion since she’d moved in next door. A man, definitely very tall, dressed in a dark suit is all Y/N could decipher since it was already dark outside and she had to strictly concentrate on not switching to the opposite side of the road out of habit.

Alex was coming down the stairs when Y/N locked the front door – Bella’s husband was a very handsome man for his age, probably anyone could admit it. He was kind of scary sometimes, but was a true sweetheart on the inside; he’s in his mid-40’s and it was clear as day his family meant everything to him, he even treated Y/N like his own daughter, always making sure she’s comfortable and inviting her to most family hangouts – even though Y/N declined pretty often to allow them to have quality time as a family (and because being too socially involved drained her, but they needn’t have to know that)

“You wanna join us for dinner? We have a guest tonight. A family friend.”

“Oh, no, I'm good, you guys enjoy yourselves. I’ll say hello, though.” Y/N replied with a smile; and as before mentioned, even though she had the weekends to herself, they still loved to insist on her joining them for fancy dinners and whatnot. The Lockehold’s loved being hostesses, loved having people around (from what Y/N learned this past two weeks) but she really wanted -and needed- some time for herself after being with them the entire week, and even though she loved hanging out with them, she just wasn’t in the mood tonight.

“You sure? Bella made homemade pasta, from scratch. Her specialty.” Mouthwatering, Y/N thought. Bella was such an amazing cook, and even though she worked hours upon hours every day, she still came to her husband and kids in time to make dinner every night, not missing a single day.

“Sounds delicious, but I think I’ll pass, I’m just really tired.” And before anyone could make another comment, the loud bell ringing through the main floor of the house startled Y/N as it’s louder than ordinary – and sounded kind of old and creepy, in her opinion. By the time the constant thud in her chest lowered to a normal speed, she could recognize Bella’s voice in the foyer, meaning she was the one who received their guest, with a deep voice following after saying 'thank you for having me'.

"He's here!" Alex clasped his hands together, a wide smile appearing in his face. Y/N followed him into the living room where Bella was already chatting animatedly with a man; tall and with broad shoulders (but not excessively; just the right amount) his figure was leaning slightly forward as he listened to Bella rambling about all the 'good things he had missed while he was away'. His hands were clasped on his back and when he lifted his head, he made direct eye contact with Y/N without even having to search for her eyes. His brown curls were perfectly placed on top of his head looking extremely soft, and when he ran his hand through it Y/N couldn’t help but swallow harshly. He undoubtedly looked like someone who belonged in Hollywood next to a young Leo DiCaprio and he was definitely older than Y/N – probably already in his 30's, she guessed, but ageing like the finest wine. He had the softest looking wrinkles in the corners of his eyes – those eyes, forest green; reminded Y/N of what used to be home for her. His intense gaze held a lot of emotion, a lot of thought, unlike his face, that appeared stiff and cold, with a slight crease between his brows. His pink, heart-shaped lips were pressed in a line, a cute mole adorning one side of his chin.

"Harry! It's so good to see you, we've missed you." Alex's excitement forced him to drift his gaze away from Y/N, leaving her like a heated teenager salivating for him. Y/N honestly thought he might had left her speechless and most likely with increasing probabilities to make a fool out of herself if someone needed her to talk, as she was certain she wouldn't be able to formulate any coherent sentences.

Harry. It totally suited him, Y/N repeated his name a couple of times inside her head to check on its pronunciation. Alex reached him and pulled him in a big hug, patting each other's back, and Harry's lips broke into a huge smile making a line of pearly white teeth appear. And dimples. God, he had dimples.

This is how I die, Y/N thought.

"So good to see you, Alex." If sex was a sound, his voice would definitely be it.

"Your skin is glowing, Harry. Italy always does you wonders." Bella gushed. And she was right – his skin had this beautiful golden undertone, but it looked natural and radiant, almost like the sun itself kissed and caressed his skin with the softest touches. Alex snapped Y/N into reality when he turned to face her and grabbed her hand to pull her closer to them, starting a long introduction no one was paying much attention to, explaining how he’d missed her arrival, like he even cared, and how she was the Au Pair they’d all been talking about ever since February. It wasn’t until Alex mentioned something about Y/N and Harry probably seeing each other a lot she was suddenly interested in what was actually going on.

“He owns the school the girl’s attend.” Alex directed towards her. Now, Y/N assumed the moment she laid eyes on him he was probably rich – who wears a suit to a Sunday dinner with friends? Rich people are weird, that’s something we can all agree on; but owning a school which’s monthly fees per kid were worth three of her salaries? That was quite unexpected.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Harry." Y/N offered him her hand, trying to sound as casual as possible, even if her skin felt like it was burning under his intense gaze and her eyes were definitely betraying her.

"The pleasure’s all mine, Y/N." He shook her hand. His strong hold sent shivers down her spine; the cold rings making a big contrast against the heat his hand radiated and she couldn't help but fantasize about how his touch would feel in some other places.

The sudden embarrassment feeling hot against her cheeks made her turn around impossibly faster, feeling guilty at the dirty thoughts consuming her brain while around her bosses – and in front of him. Making a beeline straight to her room, announcing she was calling it a night, she sent Harry a quick -but quite charming- smile, and couldn’t help but soften at the sound of Anya running down the stairs yelling an excited ‘Harryyyy’ once she was past the kitchen.

She knew she got lucky with her commodities – an entire studio-like apartment past the main kitchen of the house, where the servant’s area used to be located a handful of decades ago; but she cussed in a whisper when she remembered half way through her making of a sandwich (four hours after she’d retreated to her bedroom and because she decided on skipping dinner that night, not having enough energy to cook) that her lazy ass still hadn’t bought mayonnaise. Her small kitchen had enough space to hold her snacks, along with some ingredients to make a few meals, since she only had to worry about food on the weekends. Reluctantly, she took the small plate holding her sandwich and made her way towards the main kitchen. There was no way in hell she’d eat a sandwich with no mayo – never in a million years, too dry to go down her throat.

I guess they won't mind if I grab just enough to put on my sandwich, she thought. The house was quiet, everyone probably already in bed, therefore she almost pissed herself when she found Harry sitting in one of the kitchen stools, looking down at his phone with an annoyed expression adorning his face. Almost as if he could sense someone was in the same room, he looked up to find Y/N standing at the kitchen threshold, his face abandoning any sort of emotion.

"Hey."

"Hi." Y/N walked towards the fridge on the far right of the kitchen, opposite from where she came in. "Sorry, I thought no one was here."

"Don't worry, just waiting for Bella and Alex to come back down to have some tea, they're putting the girls to sleep. Would you like to join us?" He offered. And honestly, she'd love to say yes and just listen to him talk with that deep, melodic voice, but her stomach was really hating her right now.

"I'm good, just grabbing some mayo. Thank you, though." She declined with a small smile.

"Next time." He sounded more demanding than suggesting, which slightly baffled Y/N. "Can I ask where you are from?" He asked respectfully.

"A small town in the Argentine Patagonia." Y/N replied with her back facing him as she busied herself with the mayonnaise container.

"Never been to Argentina. Or anywhere in South America, actually." And when Y/N turned around, sandwich in hand ready to go back to her room, their eyes met across the kitchen and she felt the heat creeping up her neck for the second time that night. Y/N wondered how his gaze was always this intense – she wasn’t a fan of how they’d barely exchanged a few words and somehow she felt so exposed.

"You should. It's beautiful." She almost, almost, choked on her own words and when she looked down at her fuzzy pink socks and back to him to try and calm her growing nerves down, he surprised her when she caught him looking up and down her body – in any other case she definitely would’ve felt creeped out, but there was something about him, the fact that he definitely didn’t do it with the intention of her catching him (she noticed how he shifted uncomfortably on his seat after the exchange) and how he simply added a “I’m sure it is," afterwards, she knew she was fucked right then and there – she wanted him looking at her. Was that something bad?

But then – then she remembered how she was wearing her soft cotton pajamas, and she began wondering if he was just laughing internally at her outfit instead of checking her out like she initially thought. And just like a save from heaven, Bella and Alex appeared in the kitchen discussing who was picking Ivy up from her friend's house. "Hi Y/N, still awake?"

"Yeah, got hungry. Stole a bit of mayo, hope you don't mind." She shyly held the plate up.

"Please, this is your house too." Alex waved her off.

"Thanks. Gonna go back now." Y/N pointed towards the small hallway that led to her room. "Goodnight." Turning her body to walk away, she caught Harry's eyes, again, still staring at her, but decided on simply walking away, breaking eye contact, making that small interaction their last one for the night.

&

The following week consisted of Anya and Y/N playing lots of fun games, trying to get a word out of Charlie and Ivy ignoring her for the most part. Her relationship with each of them was completely different, each trusting her at their own peace, getting used to having a stranger around. Anya seemed the only one openly excited to hang out with Y/N every day, and even though she could tell Charlie didn't exactly mind her presence, she still hadn't talked to her as much as she'd like her to.

"What are you up to, Charlie?" Y/N asked the seven year old as she sat next to her in the big playroom they had on the main floor. Charlie kept her gaze locked on her drawing with a handful of crayons on her right hand as she drew with her left. "You're left handed? That's so cool!" Bella had mentioned some time ago that Charlie had a really hard time letting people in, Y/N knew it'd take some time for her to see her as a friend -like she wanted her to- rather than someone who gets paid to hang out with her, but Bella confessed Charlie was actually really excited to meet Y/N, which felt like a small relief, knowing she actually wanted her there – unlike Ivy. Charlie spoke only when necessary and struggled with making friends but her psych pedagogue said she's just really shy and that ‘once she breaks out of her shell, she's unstoppable’. "I love the birds you drew here." Y/N pointed at some small birds sitting in a tree branch.

"Bluebirds." She murmured.

Getting a single word from her was considered progress, in Y/N’s opinion, but that’s all she got for the entire afternoon – even after constantly sending comments her way while playing with Anya so Charlie wouldn’t feel left out, not a single word came out of her mouth. Anya mentioned Harry at some point while talking about her favorite doll (which Harry had gifted her for her 3rd birthday) and the flash of captivating green eyes almost blinded her internally (she couldn’t deny she’d thought about Harry every once in a while this past week)

And it wasn’t until later that same day, after spending a long while sitting alone in a nearby park, she got the chance to see him again – even if he had scared her (almost) to death, she couldn’t help but feel an annoying flutter in her stomach.

She would like to say she loved her long walks during the most unreasonable times at night, but her reasoning behind her late night needs of distraction didn’t exactly thrill her. It was during the quietest and most peaceful times of the day when her mind seemed to speed faster than ever before; the sleepless nights and brain-wrecking thinking of how alone and empty she actually felt, along with the laziness and reluctance when it came to things that used to make her happy weighed her down like carrying a sack of potatoes on her back.

As she was walking past her neighbor's house (the one where she had seen that man with the suitcases last week) she noticed someone sitting on the large porch. Weird, she thought. She hadn't noticed any movement in the house since that night a week ago, to the point she even considered it being empty again. The silhouette seemed oddly familiar though she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

"Y/N." She slightly jumped as she heard them call for her, in a strong and deep accent. Was that...

"Harry?" She asked befuddled. Did he live there? She watched as he stood up from his sitting position on the outdoor couch and walked across his front yard to take a closer look at him stopping at the bottom of the short staircase that leads to the porch. "What are you doing up so late?" And then something clicked in her brain – he was probably the man she saw that night, with his suitcases. It made sense, how he probably got home from vacation the same day he had dinner at the Lockehold's – the same day Bella mentioned something about him being in Italy

"Can't sleep." He simply replied, with a small sigh. He then nodded to the seat behind him, and Y/N could physically feel her brain going a thousand miles per minute. She sat on the far left of the couch as he retook his seat on the right, "what are you doing up so late?" He repeated her question.

And Y/N repeated his answer. "Can't sleep."

So they sat in silence, what felt like hours barely being a few seconds. "Didn't know you lived next door." Y/N took the time to take in his side profile - sharp and long nose, the tip curving slightly downwards when he spoke the next line.

"Never mentioned it." He replied apathetically. The unexpected switch in his tone made her immediately shut up, and even though it confused Y/N as to why he would want her joining him if he didn't want to talk, she was dreading going back to her room alone to drown in her thoughts again. She'd take uncomfortable company over being alone when her head got like this, it helped her get distracted; overthinking this situation instead of the same scenarios that constantly lived in her head.

They again sat in silence for a while, this time for longer than a few minutes, and even though it was slightly uncomfortable, there was an unspoken understanding between them. He just wanted company, and so did she. This time, however, it was him who tried for conversation. "Why did you choose England for your Au Pair program?"

"I was actually convinced I was going to choose France," Y/N shared with a soft tone, "but when I met the girls in one of my interviews I just knew I had to come here. Anya was so excited about meeting me, she thought it was already settled." She ended with a small smile on her lips. The memory of Anya smiling happily at her through the computer screen even when she hadn't had met her yet warming her heart.

It was true, the fact that she’d chosen England because of the girls. She wanted to learn French – she knew her way around the English language pretty well; but the French family whom interviewed her didn’t come close to the Lockehold’s at all – she thought maybe the experience of living in a whole different continent with a wonderful family was better than choosing a place because of the language – the experience was being experienced either way.

"Anya is a very special kid. They all are." Harry declared, the left corner of his mouth turning upwards in a small half smile.

Y/N nodded slowly before asking, "How long have you known them?" She could recall Alex saying he was a family friend – but she had no other information about him besides that.

"A while." The small conversation went for a long while, he shared the real reason as to why he was awake so late, explaining how he has struggled with falling asleep ever since he was young, but besides that comment, he kept his life very private; not sharing much information about himself during their chat, and every time Y/N reciprocated a question, he would either answer vaguely or didn't answer at all, changing the subject with another question. "It's really late" He commented, Y/N’s phone reading 1:08am.

"Yeah, I should probably go to bed." She lifted her head to look at him, who was already searching for her eyes. Y/N cleared her throat when a few moments passed by, again, with no one speaking a word. She wondered what could possibly be going through his head at the time, but he nodded, got up and said, "I'll see you around, Y/N." Her name flowed so nicely out of his lips it made her knees get weak. Locking herself in her bedroom (after entering it by the door at the side of the house – which leaded straight to her room) she laid in bed trying to understand why they’d just hang out in his front porch way past midnight when they clearly didn’t know each other very well – or at all, better said.

&

First day of classes came by in a heartbeat. The first Monday of September Y/N found herself getting up earlier than she was accustomed to, since the girl's sleeping schedule was different during the summer. 6:15am read her alarm when she lazily threw the soft covers off her body. A quick shower and minimal makeup application later, she stood naked next to her bed checking the weather app, as to know how to prepare the girl's clothes.

After putting a soft pink sweater on and a pair of flared jeans, Y/N left the warmth of her room to wake the girls up. Going for Charlie first (since she didn't need any help changing into her uniform and Ivy used her own alarm) she didn't give Y/N any work at all, waking up immediately after softly calling her name once. Picking her uniform from her closet and leaving it for her to change, Y/N left Charlie’s room to walk towards the next door.

"Morning, Anya." She whispered as she brushed some of her hair out of her face. Anya’s little nose scrunched up and a soft whimper left her mouth as she switched positions, now laying on her side, "gotta wake up, love." Y/N shook her arm softly, and she finally opened her eyes, a tired smile creeping up her face as she noticed it was Y/N sitting next to her. Y/N left her to rub the tiredness off her eyes while she picked her clothes (since her daycare was at the same school her older sister's attended -Harry's school, Y/N couldn't help but think- her uniform consisted of only a white t-shirt with the school logo along with any pair of bottoms she chose for the day.

After picking up her cute small rain boots and help her get dressed up, Y/N did a cute hairstyle on her with the small butterfly hair clips she chose, and went back to Charlie's room to do her hair, Anya coming along.

They arrived at their school; a big, period-like brick building with hundreds of students roaming around and a beautiful fountain at the front – which actually made Y/N’s childhood look like a big joke; the school she had attended was located in the middle of the mountains in a remote field.

"I'll be here at two thirty. Good luck, girls, I'll see you later." Ivy walked away sending a 'mhm' her way to let her know she heard her, and Charlie offered a small smile along with a wave and walked away like her sister. Y/N took Anya off her car seat and helped her get out of the car, her tiny backpack sitting on Y/N’s right shoulder as she grabbed the hand Anya offered her.

"Mommy said I have the penguins' classroom!" She said with excitement as they walked through the doors at the right wing of the building.

"That's so cool! I love penguins, let's search for the door which has penguins on it, shall we?" Y/N suggested even though she could clearly see their door at the end of the hallway.

"Yes! This one has elephants," she pointed at the door they were passing, "look, butterflies!"

"Like your hairclips!" Y/N exclaimed, and she giggled nodding her head. "Ah! Look what we found..." Y/N pointed at the next door.

"Penguins!" She skipped towards the door, dragging Y/N along. They entered the big and colorful classroom where they found some kids crying in their parent’s arms, others being as excited as Anya.

"Hi there! Anya, am I correct?" A woman who appeared to be around Y/N’s age came up to them, scrunching down to be on Anya’s eye level. She nodded frantically, excitement dripping from her smile. "My name is Miss Pia, I'm going to be your teacher this year." She introduced herself, Anya gave her an even bigger smile and slyly asked if she could go meet her classmates, to which Miss Pia agreed, asking her to first hang her small backpack in the rack at the back of the room, taking it from my hands and running excitedly to do it.

"You must be Y/N, then?" Miss Pia asked, getting back up to her feet. She was short with blonde curly hair sitting high in a ponytail, rosy cheeks and a cute teacher apron on top of her regular clothes.

"I am." Y/N offered her hand.

"The administration office said we would be having an Au Pair this year, they always give us a heads up with situations like these." She explained, and Y/N nodded as she continued, "we have the parents, nannies or in this case, Au Pairs," they both laughed," stay for the introduction, you can leave afterwards."

"Perfect, I'll sit at the back with the rest of the parents." Y/N ended up staying for about half an hour, smiling at Anya every time she turned to search for her when something exciting seemed to be happening. She won't be needing any adaptation, as Miss Pia said, and she was dismissed right before they had their first trip to the playground outside, taking advantage of the fact that it hadn't started raining yet.

Right when Y/N was walking out of the building, she spotted Harry at the main entrance, reading something on his phone. He was wearing a navy blue suit with a white shirt underneath, and he looked even more handsome in the daylight. She made her way towards him, walking up the marble stairs (marble stairs! In a school?), and when he noticed her, he put his phone away and slowly (and trying to be as discrete as possible – which he failed to, again) looked up and down her body. Something about him giving her his full attention made her insides burn, and she couldn’t help but bit her bottom lip to suppress a smile.

"Hi." She stopped in front of him, taking a moment to look at his eyes; they definitely looked a lot lighter now that there was natural light surrounding them.

"Hi." He repeated, "Dropped the girl's off?" He motioned towards the building with his head.

"Yes, just left Anya’s classroom." She shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

"Miss Pia?" He asked, squinting his eyes.

"Yes. She's nice, looks like she knows what she's doing." Y/N shrugged. She didn't exactly know her enough to have a conversation about her – and she most definitely couldn’t be one to talk, since she herself didn’t know what she was doing half of the time. “How’s the first day back been so far?” He got cut off from his next comment by his phone, and the small crease between his eyebrows grew deeper, which didn’t go unnoticed by Y/N. "I'll leave you to it." She announced, but his eyes found hers again, and it was almost like he was asking for her to not leave him to it, but Y/N didn’t trust her instincts, not with him – not when he made her so nervous her brain couldn’t process things around him, and she was scared of misreading his expressions; he was hard to read. Not like she was expert at reading people but he was frustratingly confusing.

&

They didn't see each other again until a week later on a Tuesday evening – the same day Charlie, Anya and her decided to go for a walk and treat themselves with ice cream from a cute shop across from (what had come to be) her favorite park, Harry and Y/N found each other's eyes across his front garden, just like that night, but this time it was easy for her to recognize him as she could see his face clear and glowing from the sunset shine. His eyes were glued to her until the fence that divided their houses blocked his view, and again, Y/N wondered what could be going through his head.

It wasn’t until after dinner, past her work hours, she decided to leave the house through the door on her room with the sparking curiosity to test if she would run into Harry. Stopping on the sidewalk in front of his house, she noticed he was not sitting outside, and even though that's exactly what she had expected -he was not going to sit there for hours and hours, right?- There still was a small feeling of disappointment that rushed through her, and when she snapped back into reality, it was too late to stop herself as she knocked on his front door.

And Y/N didn’t know where to hide – not like hiding would be less embarrassing but God she did hate herself that moment. The embarrassment running through her veins was painful and made her lightheaded – she knew she had trouble sometimes with not thinking things through, but this was beyond her. He barely knew her. And suddenly his door was wide open.

"Y/N?" Of course she was not lucky enough for him to be asleep and not hearing her knock – life would’ve been too in her favor for that to happen. Of course he was very awake with a half drank cup of tea in his hand and the softest looking pair of grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips. "Are you ok? You look really pale." His voice was calm, probably the softest it'd ever been in her presence. At least he doesn't sound mad, Y/N thought.

Harry wanted to be confused, but he was more curious than anything else. For some reason, he felt very intrigued by Y/N – how she seemed confident but insanely insecure at the same time; it reminded him of himself, if he had to be honest. He just learned how to hide the latter.

"Uh, yeah- um, I was-" she nervously turned around halfway to look behind her and back at him again. He raised his eyebrows in curiosity and Y/N really tried her hardest not to step over her words. "I was about to go for a walk, uh, I was wondering if you'd like to join me?" Stupid. So, so stupid, Y/N thought.

"No, I'm good." He replied, finding oh-so-amusing the way her eyes gave her embarrassment away – he was having fun, watching her like a lost puppy trying to think through her next words.

Her mind was, of course, over speeding. She now felt even more embarrassed. Of course he doesn't want to go for a walk, Y/N conscience spoke to her, it's a Tuesday night and he's probably tired and I'm his friends' Au Pair – he probably thinks I'm this young and annoying girl who has a stupid crush and- "would you like to join me?" He interrupted her self-beating up raising his cup and she noticed the half smile adorning his face, almost like he could tell the wheels in her brain were fast-moving.

"Wouldn't want to interrupt-"

"You're not. I wouldn't have invited you in if you were. C'mon in, now. It's kinda cold out here." He disappeared inside of his house, leaving her on his porch with an open mouth and a blank brain. After closing the door behind her and taking her black vans off, she turned on her left as she guessed that was the way Harry went – and she knew she’d guessed correctly when she stepped into a big open-plan concept living room with a giant kitchen on the far back, Harry standing with his back towards her preparing her tea, "sugar?"

"No, thank you." She sat in one of the stools at the kitchen island as she took the scene in front of her. Her very cute (and much older), very hot neighbor Harry, in sweatpants and a very thin white shirt, a small patch of skin showing on his hip, making her tea. His shoulders were broad and she could see his back muscles moving as he poured steaming hot water into the cup, the little curls on his neck so inviting, if only she could run her hand through his soft looking hair just once-

"There you go. Cardamom." He snapped her out of her (probably inappropriate) thoughts, and she thanked him as she grabbed the cup from where he placed it; he stayed in his position standing in front of her on the other side of the island, with his forearms against the cold marble, sipping on his own mug, thinking about how strange it felt to have someone he wasn’t close with sitting in his kitchen after so long. "Why are you up so late?"

"I couldn't sleep."

"I figured. I couldn't either, looks like we both have a bit of sleeping issues, huh?" He sounded playful, but tired. Y/N knew exactly how it felt, being so tired but not being able to peacefully go to bed and get some needed rest.

"I remember you mentioning it before, I figured I'd check if you were up. Walking helps me relax, thought maybe you'd enjoy it too." OK, that wasn't entirely true but her reasoning to be there was quite similar – to check if he was up so they could, maybe, share a quiet night like that one a few weeks ago. None of them understood why they found such comfort in each other’s company – none of them felt like they needed to try too hard.

At some point during their conversation they moved to the couch, where they laid with a wide gap between their bodies. "Elton John's was definitely an interesting read. Lots of crazy anecdotes, you should read it."

"Probably not as good as Keith's, but I'll give it a go." He let a dimpled smile creep into his face, turning his head to look at her from across the couch and the annoying turn her stomach made obliged her to return it, just as bright as his. Finding out their music taste was quite similar made Y/N’s insides all warm and fuzzy, he showed her his vinyl collection (which was quite large) and ranted about how the modern industry was missing a rock star with some of that unexplainable essence old rock bands have – to which she respond saying maybe that something that makes them special was the fact that they were old bands... added to the fact that even though she was an old music lover, modern pop was her guilty pleasure.

Their third teacups were long forgotten on the modern coffee table by the time he noticed Y/N’s eyes were slowly beginning to close and he, as last time, said, "it's really late." And Y/N only nodded and tiredly got up from her position, with him following close behind.

"Goodnight, Harry. Thank you for having me even though I came unannounced." She shyly said, her actions still making her embarrassed even though it had already been a couple of hours.

"My pleasure. We should- do this again," He coughed into his hand, and uncomfortably continued, "I enjoy your company." That sentence alone made her heart explode with a thousand emotions, because even though they barely knew each other and it clearly pained him to admit he enjoyed having her around, his presence made her calm but anxious in a peculiar mixture of emotions. All she did in return was gift him a big smile, face hot of embarrassment (a nice kind of embarrassment, that feeling when you just want to smile really big and tightly hug whoever is making you feel that way) and slowly pushed herself up on her tiptoes to give him a sweet kiss on the cheek. "Bye." He said lastly, and closed his front door with red cheeks and dimples on display.

- Joey.

#AP #harry styles writing #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles smut #age!gap harry #my writing

[realjessicareyes]

TASK: CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT.

BASIC INFORMATION.

Full name: Jessica Desideria Reyes Nickname: Jess Birthdate: 1st July 1992 Age: 28 Zodiac: Cancer Gender: Trans woman Pronouns: She/her Romantic orientation: Biromantic Sexual orientation: Bisexual Nationality: British Ethnicity: Mexican Rank: Power Affiliation: Famine

BACKGROUND.

Birthplace: London, England Hometown: London, England Social class: Obscenely wealthy Educational achievements: Studied Media and Communication at the Sorbonne Father: Gaspard Edouard Reyes Mother: Gloria Reyes née Femenias Sibling: Marcus Reyes, 31 Pets: Too many to mention in her youth, ranging from standard poodles to ponies. Now she spoils Alex (Rafael’s dog) and Vincent (Wren’s cat). Previous relationships: Many flings and casual relationships, but only a few long-term ones. Since Jessica is a sentimental person, the latter includes her sweetheart in university, whom she met after her year-long Fling™ with Fazal Khan.  Arrests: None Prison time: None

OCCUPATION & INCOME.

Current occupation: Full-time Marketing Director at Femenias Energy, part-time influencer Dream occupation: A recent dream was to be Editor-in-chief of L’Officiel UK, but something new catches her interest every day—how could she ever choose? Past jobs: Model, both commercial and runway (short-lived). Contributing writer and editor-at-large at different publications. A variety of roles in marketing at various firms before being asked to join Femenias Energy. Spending habits: Because Jessica is spoiled rotten, she spends more generously on friends and family than on herself. She’s far pickier when it comes to clothing, accessories, and other items she’s buying for herself, and, like her mother, leans towards classic styles that can withstand the test of time. In debt?: No

SKILLS & ABILITIES.

Physical strength: Average Speed: Average, even in heels Intelligence: Above average Accuracy: Above average (the problem isn’t accuracy, but will) Agility: Average Stamina: Above average Teamwork: Great at it; growing up among the Femenias cousins taught her how to work well with others, even when personalities and goals differ. She’s also excellent at delegating. Talents: Dancing, making friends, being able to magically spin anything into something positive, getting people to open up to her, emotional intuition, diplomacy Shortcomings: Emotional, spoiled, clingy, possessive, unable to think long-term without guidance Languages spoken: Fluent English, Spanish, and French, and a smattering of other languages that she’s used in her travels and/or to impress people Drive?: Yes, but since she’s chauffeured nearly everywhere, she’s very much out of practice.  Jumpstart a car?: She can bat her eyelashes and make someone else do it for her—so yes? (No.)  Change a flat tire?: And break a nail? Sweetie.  Ride a bicycle?: Yes Swim?: Yes Play an instrument?: Yes, she’s an excellent piano player. Play chess?: No Braid hair?: Yes—Kitty and Rafael can attest to this Tie a tie?: Mmmm, yes Pick a lock?: Yes #justgirlythings Cook?: Passably, which she credits to private cooking lessons alongside Rita Zhang with someone who looked remarkably like but was notably not Gordon Ramsay

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS.

Face claim: Zión Moreno Eye color: Brown Hair color: Dark brown, though her hair is naturally black Hair type: Straight / 1b curl type Glasses/contacts?: No Dominant hand: Right Height: 6’0″ / 182cm Build: Slim, without a lot of muscle Exercise habits: Jessica exercises mostly for the social aspect, with her workout regimen consisting of semi-regular yoga and spinning. During her days as an Angel, and in her early years as a Power, she trained in kickboxing and Brazilian jiu jitsu, but has since fallen out of practice. Tattoos: None Piercings: Standard lobe piercings  Marks/scars: A smattering of scars from running (and tripping!) around the Femenias estate in her childhood. Some nicks from knife training. Nearly faded scars beneath her breasts, but only romantic partners have seen those.  Clothing style: Jessica’s style is classic, sophisticated, and feminine, with her favorite ensembles baring skin in a flirtatious way. At work for Femenias Energy or Famine, she occasionally busts out tailored suits. Forays into daring silhouettes tend to come from her weekend raids of Ravi’s closet. Jewelry: Jessica loves a good pair of statement earrings, leaning towards diamonds, to go along with a wide variety of necklaces, rings, and her classic everyday watch. She has way too much jewelry, at least a third given to her as presents, and tends to be sentimental when it comes to them. Among her favorites is a Graff diamond collier necklace given to her during a 2011 visit to Monaco.  Allergies: Cheap jewelry (nickel allergy)

PSYCHOLOGY.

MBTI type: ENFP - The Campaigner Enneagram type:  Nine - The Peacemaker Moral alignment: True Neutral Element: Water Emotional stability: Low; she tends to be emotional and becomes withdrawn when hurt. Introvert or extrovert?: Extrovert  Obsession: The euphoria of romance, new experiences Phobias: Acrophobia (fear of heights), trypophobia  Drug use: Prescribed, regularly. Recreational, socially. Alcohol use: Regular, especially wine  Prone to violence?: No Prone to crying?: Yes Believe in love at first sight?: No

MANNERISMS.

Accent: Naturally, received pronunciation (RP), but brought her Spanish accent to the forefront for its effect on people. When she speaks in Spanish, she sounds like this. Hobbies: Dancing, clubbing, playing the piano, singing, taking photos, watching musicals and music performances, window shopping Habits: Photographing every meal she has (old habits die hard), her skincare regimen (not that she needs it), late-night window shopping (often followed by impulse buying) Nervous tics: Biting her lip, avoiding eye contact, nervous laughter Drives/motivations: Happiness for both herself and her family Fears: Dying alone  Sense of humor?: Jessica’s humor is more kindhearted than it is biting, though it’s much more teasing and pointed when she’s flirting. Do they curse often?: Not often; when she does, it’s out of shock rather than anger.

FAVORITES.

Animal: Dogs Beverage: Red wine  Book: Jessica isn’t an avid reader, but her current favorite is Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel.  Colors: Pink, white Food: She’s a sucker for discovering new dishes through dégustation paired with wine. Her favorite cuisines are Spanish, French, and Japanese. Flower: Peonies, roses Gem: Diamond Mode of transportation: Anything luxurious and chauffeured Scent: Her current partner. As for her personal scent, it varies depending on the season, and currently is Jo Malone’s Peony & Blush Suede cologne. Weather: Sunny with a cool breeze Vacation destination: Anyplace warm, such as St. Tropez, Ibiza, or the Maldives

ATTITUDES.

Greatest dream: Falling in love and staying in love  Greatest fear: Losing someone she cares about, especially family Most at ease when: arm in arm with someone she cares about, flirting  Least at ease when: her role is unclear, feeling useless  Biggest achievement: Her promotion to Power; though it was never in doubt, officially becoming a part of the family business made her feel like she was sharing something with her cousins. Biggest regret: She tries not to think too hard about this.

ADDITIONAL.

Jessica loves you. Yes, you. <3

#jessica's favorites have changed a bit from the first time i made a favorites list!!! i learn new things about her every day uwu #task #jessica edit #lovely psd from becky as usual!

[georgexrussell]

You are from UK, right? I am a foreigner and started to watch f1 recently. When I watch interviews of Lewis and George, their accents sound very different from each other. Lewis is easier to understand for me (I am not native). Do accents vary that much there? Will be glad if you can explain, thank you :)

hello!

accents in the UK are very very varied, with some parts of the country like Liverpool and some parts of London having very strong, noticeable accents. i am from Kent, though now live in Gloucestershire, with the two ‘traditional’ accents varying massively. it’s all to do with local dialects that were used pre-1900’s so folk could understand each other as word of mouth was one of the only ways of communicating, Cornish is one of the only local dialects left in England!

George, who is from Norfolk which is to the east of the country, has quite a traditional middle class generic English accent. Whilst not quite received pronunciation (also know as Queen’s English, aka posh), he is well spoken. His accent is similar to mine, and the vast population in the UK. Alex too has a very similar accent as he grew up in Suffolk which is also in the east of the country. We tend to call this part of the country “East Anglia”. no idea why.

Lewis grew up in Hertfordshire, which has a fairly non-descript accent, however Lewis has lived in both Monaco and America for quite long stints, meaning he has been exposed to a lot of different accents which has changed his, whilst making it easier for those in the countries to understand him. Brits have a notoriously hard time in the States, I know i was having to rephrase myself a lot when I visited America! Plus, through removing any kind of distinguishable accent, it makes it easier for press and translators around the world to understand him. So, I wouldn’t say that Lewis has a particularly common accent, but George does.

hope that all makes sense!

#george russell #lewis hamilton #local dialect #ask

[all-my-friends-were-glorious]

FAUNA PAISLEY MCCORMICK

The Walking Wikipedia

"There is much pleasure to be gained from useless knowledge." - Bertrand Russell

GENERAL INFORMATION

Name: Fauna Paisley McCormick

Nicknames: Faun, Faun-Faun, Baby Girl (Kevin Exclusive), Darlin’, Angelface, Angelcakes

Faceclaim: G. Hannelius

Age: 6

Gender: Cis Female

Sexuality: Unsure

Height: 3′7″

Weight: 58lbs

Birthday: May 21st

Sign: Gemini

Occupation: Unemployed, Elementary School Student

SHOE

For Fauna’s fifth birthday, Kevin promised her a pony, and she chose Shoe. He can be a grumpy young man with men, and dislikes it when Kevin has to shoe and care for him. Kevin has gotten his fair share of attempted kicks, bites, and headbutts, as well as having been stepped on. Shoe loves Fauna to pieces, though, and is always fine with women. All of his stable-mates are male, except for Ringa, who doesn’t have any defining sex characteristics. Kevin chose this specifically so there would be no babies, because he doesn’t know how to handle that.

QUICK FACTS

Fauna is the youngest daughter of Kevin and Christie McCormick, and the younger sister to Gil. Stuart and Carol are his grandparents, Kenny is his uncle, and Karen is his aunt.  Firkle is a mother figure in her life and she considers him to be her real mother; Eventually he does adopt her and Gil. She is the older half-sister to Colt and Delta.

 Because Firkle is like a mother to her, Firkle’s other children not by Kevin are her siblings/cousins and are treated as such. She adores Michael to pieces and treats him like he’s another father, even if Kevin insists on calling him otherwise. Eventually, he gives up, as she will not be dissuaded.

Fauna’s birthday is National Memo Day, and she will not let anyone forget it. On her birthday, her favorite things to ask for is Shoe-related merch, horse-related things, and notebooks/memo pads/sticky notes. The uses them for all kinds of things, even if they don’t always make sense.

When her father asked a four-year-old Fauna what her favorite Chinpokomon was, the talkative child told him Shoe as a joke. Then, he started buying her Shoe-related things, and she grew to actually love the monster, too. Shoe is also the name of her Pony of the Americas.

Fauna does not experience the same abuse that Gil does from their biological mother, but she does get treated like any little thing is going to “make her wrong.” Christie has also openly referred to her as their “Second Try” baby.

Fauna wants so badly to be accepted that sometimes she does things she shouldn’t. A lot of the time, Firkle is able to help more than Kevin and his overprotective parenting.

Fauna loves her family but purposefully leaves her biological mother out of that group. She’s seen what that woman does to her father and brother and she doesn’t want anything to do with her.

While she is still learning R’lyehian, she is fairly good at it for a child. Firkle and Gil are helping her with her pronunciation. She enjoys it most when Edgar helps, however.

She has a huge sweet tooth and is always ready to eat sugar. She dislikes anything bitter, and only likes sour things if it’s gummy octopuses. She insists that gummy octopuses taste different (and better) than any other sour gummy treat. She will not accept anything less, and will eat all the legs off first. Sour gummy spiders MIGHT be okay, if she’s feeling generous.

Fauna has not yet fully received her gift, and she is incredibly excited for the day it happens. She hopes her familiar is fun and cool.

Headcanons Masterlist

TAGS LIST

Everything Was Warm And Everyone Was Love (Fauna McCormick)

Blue Skadoo We Can Too! (Fauna Musings)

The Stars Will Be There When You Wake (Fauna Aesthetic)

We Like Pigtails A Ponytail On Each Side (Fauna Closet)

I See Things That Nobod Else Sees (Fauna Headcanons)

Oh I Made Friends With The Walls! (Fauna Journal Entries)

It's Shoe It's Shoe! (Shoe)

VERSES

TBD

MAINS AND SHIPS

MAINS

@nxwkid​ -  - Douchebag/New Kid/Alex - Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall (Fauna and Alex - Nxwkid)

@southxparkxafterxdark​ - Michael - You're Renowned You're Profound You're Alive And You're Strong (Fauna and Michael - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@southxparkxafterxdark​ - Henrietta - Flamingo You’re Pretty Either Way (Fauna and Henrietta - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@southxparkxafterxdark​ - Asher - I Will Follow (Fauna and Asher - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@southxparkxafterxdark​ - Celina - There’s Magic In My Bones (Fauna and Celina - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@southxparkxafterxdark​ - Annie - Wow Fauna Your Dad Lets You Have Three Moms??? (Fauna and Annie - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@throughxthexmist​ - Kenny - It's All Here In The Princess Book Of Etiquette (Fauna and Kenny - ThroughxThexMist)

@throughxthexmist​ - Stan - He’s Like A Sad Puppy Give Him Pets (Fauna and Stan - ThroughxThexMist)

@throughxthexmist​ - Craig - If You Can’t Trust SuperCraig Who Can You Trust (Fauna and Craig - ThroughxThexMist)

Here - Kevin - Dream Sweet In Sea Major (Kevin and Fauna)

Here - Firkle - Are You My Mama? (Firkle and Fauna)

Here - Gil - I’d Promise You The Stars In Your Eyes (Gil and Fauna)

Here - Georgi - I Finally Have An Uncle! (Georgi and Fauna)

Here - Aster - Where You Lead (Fauna and Aster)

Here - Karen - We Can Be Princesses If You Want To (Fauna and Karen)

Here - Stuart - I Don’t Like You I Am Now Going To Bark At You (Fauna and Stuart)

Here - Carol - Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer And I’m Waging War On Santa (Fauna and Carol)

Here - Christie - Perfect Child V2 (Fauna and Christie)

SHIPS

N/A

#Everything Was Warm And Everyone Was Love (Fauna McCormick) #Blue Skadoo We Can Too! (Fauna Musings) #The Stars Will Be There When You Wake (Fauna Aesthetic) #We Like Pigtails A Ponytail On Each Side (Fauna Closet) #I See Things That Nobody Else Sees (Fauna Headcanons) #Oh I Made Friends With The Walls! (Fauna Journal Entries) #It’s Shoe It’s Shoe! (Shoe) #Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall (Fauna and Alex - Nxwkid) #You're Renowned You're Profound You're Alive And You're Strong (Fauna and Michael - SouthxParkxAfterxDark) #Flamingo You’re Pretty Either Way (Fauna and Henrietta - SouthxParkxAfterxDark) #I Will Follow (Fauna and Asher - SouthxParkxAfterxDark) #There’s Magic In My Bones (Fauna and Celina - SouthxParkxAfterxDark) #Wow Fauna Your Dad Lets You Have Three Moms??? (Fauna and Annie - SouthxParkxAfterxDark) #It's All Here In The Princess Book Of Etiquette (Fauna and Kenny - ThroughxThexMist) #He’s Like A Sad Puppy Give Him Pets (Fauna and Stan - ThroughxThexMist) #If You Can’t Trust SuperCraig Who Can You Trust (Fauna and Craig - ThroughxThexMist) #Dream Sweet In Sea Major (Kevin and Fauna) #Are You My Mama? (Firkle and Fauna) #I’d Promise You The Stars In Your Eyes (Gil and Fauna) #I Finally Have An Uncle! (Georgi and Fauna) #Where You Lead (Fauna and Aster) #We Can Be Princesses If You Want To (Fauna and Karen) #I Don’t Like You I Am Now Going To Bark At You (Fauna and Stuart) #Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer And I’m Waging War On Santa (Fauna and Carol) #Perfect Child V2 (Fauna and Christie)

[phroyd]

Rest In Peace, Alex! - Phroyd

Alex Trebek, who became known to generations of television viewers as the quintessential quizmaster, bringing an air of bookish politesse to the garish coli­seum of game shows as the longtime host of “Jeopardy!,” died Nov. 8 at 80.

The official “Jeopardy!” Twitter account announced the death without further details.

Mr. Trebek had suffered a series of health reversals in recent years, including two heart attacks and brain surgery, and was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in 2019. He continued to host new episodes of his show until production was suspended in March because of the coronavirus pandemic, and then filmed socially distanced episodes that began airing Sept. 14.

For more than three decades, Mr. Trebek was a daily presence in millions of households, earning near-rabid loyalty for the intellectual challenge of his show, in which questions were presented as answers and answers were delivered in the form of questions. By the time of his death, “Jeopardy!” was one of the most popular and longest-lasting programs of its kind in TV history.

Mr. Trebek, the self-made son of a hotel chef, had no sequined co-presenter to match Vanna White on host Pat Sajak’s “Wheel of Fortune.” His show neither attracted nor allowed histrionics, no galloping, shrieking contestants such as those summoned to “Come on down!” on “The Price Is Right” with Bob Barker. Even the “Jeopardy!” theme song, one of the most recognizable jingles on television, was restrained in its dainty dings.

There was no “hot seat” like the chair for contestants on “Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?” with Regis Philbin — a show that “Jeopardy!” purists disdained for its elementary subject matter and inflated prize money.

On “Jeopardy!” there were only questions and answers — or rather, answers and then questions — leavened by the briefest of banter before Mr. Trebek directed his three contestants back to business.

He became known, a reporter for the New Republic magazine once observed, for his “crisp enunciation, acrobatic inflections [and] hammy dignity” as he primly — and with precise pronunciation — relayed clues in categories such as “European Cuisine,” “U.S. Geography,” “Ballet and Opera,” “Potent Potables” and “Potpourri.”

“The folding type of this cooling device became accepted in China during the Ming dynasty,” Mr. Trebek might declaim, as competitors raced to buzz in with the reply, “What is a fan?”

“Jeopardy!” was the creation of singer and talk-show host Merv Griffin, whose TV empire also included “Wheel of Fortune” and “Dance Fever.” His wife, Julann Griffin, proposed the show’s conceit. If players provided questions instead of answers, she said, then “Jeopardy!” would be safe from the high-profile cheating scandals that plagued TV quiz shows in the 1950s.

The Griffin brainchild aired on NBC from 1964 to 1975, then returned as “The All New Jeopardy!” from 1978 to 1979, both times with the stately actor Art Fleming as host. Mr. Trebek took over when the show was revived in syndication in 1984, also serving during his first several seasons as producer.

Much like his program, Mr. Trebek indulged in few frills. He favored conservative suits. When he shaved his signature mustache in 2001 — “on a whim,” he said — his viewership erupted in titillation.

The most exuberant flourish about the show might have been the exclamation mark in the title. Mr. Trebek, for his part, emitted few if any exclamations as he led contestants through the first round of clues; then a second, higher-stakes round dubbed “Double Jeopardy!”; and then “Final Jeopardy!,” in which players could wager all or some of their earnings on a single stumper.

“My job,” he told the Associated Press in 2012, “is to provide the atmosphere and assistance to the contestants to get them to perform at their very best. And if I’m successful doing that, I will be perceived as a nice guy and the audience will think of me as being a bit of a star. But not if I try to steal the limelight! The stars of ‘Jeopardy!’ are the material and the contestants.”

(Perhaps the show’s greatest stars were Ken Jennings, who reigned over the grid for 74 shows in 2004, claiming $2.5 million in winnings, and Watson, the IBM computer that defeated Jennings and another champion, Brad Rutter, in 2011.)

Fans who attended tapings of the show received a rare insight into Mr. Trebek’s dry humor when he held forth with them during commercial breaks, cutting up about how he didn’t “like spending time with stupid people,” which resulted in his having “very few friends.” He often regaled the crowd with tales of his DIY home-improvement projects.

He said his breakfast consisted of a Snickers and Diet Pepsi, or a Milky Way and Diet Coke. And he was not always as staid as he might have seemed, once tearing his Achilles’ tendon when he chased a burglar from his hotel room in 2011.

But to most “Jeopardy!” viewers, Mr. Trebek was akin to a neighbor they saw every day without becoming intimately acquainted. In a tribute to Mr. Trebek after his cancer diagnosis was announced, Jennings affectionately described him as “a riddle wrapped in an enigma wrapped in a Perry Ellis suit.” One of the few clues to his past was his slight Canadian accent.

George Alexander Trebek was born in Sudbury, Ontario, on July 22, 1940. His father was a Ukrainian immigrant, and his mother was French Canadian. In a memoir published in July, “The Answer Is . . . Reflections on My Life,” Mr. Trebek described a childhood marked by poverty and illness, including a painful form of rheumatism that he developed after falling into a frozen lake at age 7.

Mr. Trebek said that he considered becoming a priest but did not enjoy his experimentation with a vow of silence. “I was a very good student, but leaned more toward show business than anything else because I had a way of entertaining the class,” he told the Toronto Star. “I wasn’t the class clown, but always prominent — even when I was quiet.”

He said he was nearly expelled from boarding school and then dropped out of a military college after three days because he did not wish to subject himself to a buzz cut.

Mr. Trebek began working at the Canadian Broadcasting Corp. while studying philosophy at the University of Ottawa, where he graduated in 1961. As a broadcaster for radio and television, he delivered coverage in English and French, reported on news, weather and sports, and hosted “Reach for the Top,” a popular teen quiz show.

In 1973, Mr. Trebek came to the United States as host of “The Wizard of Odds,” a short-lived game show created by fellow Canadian Alan Thicke.

“It was canceled on a Friday, and I was disappointed, of course,” Mr. Trebek once said on “The Dan Patrick Show,” a sports talk program. “It was replaced the following Monday by a show called ‘High Rollers,’ which I also hosted. . . . After two and a half years, it was canceled, and it was replaced by another show which I hosted. So I have the either great honor or dubious honor of having replaced myself on three different occasions.”

Mr. Trebek, who became a U.S. citizen in 1998, also hosted shows including “Double Dare,” “The $128,000 Question” and “Battlestars.” He subbed for Chuck Woolery, Sajak’s predecessor on “Wheel of Fortune,” bringing him to the attention of Griffin. For a period Mr. Trebek hosted “Classic Concentration” and “To Tell the Truth” while also presiding over “Jeopardy!,” where he reportedly commanded $10 million a year.

As “Jeopardy!” host, Mr. Trebek participated in national contestant searches and shepherded the first teen, senior and celebrity tournaments. He also contributed clues, drawing from his knowledge in such arcane fields as oil drilling and bullfighting. He personally reviewed all clues before taping a show and claimed that he could answer about 65 percent of them correctly. If he judged one too difficult, he asked writers not to use it.

“I’ll say, ‘Nobody’s going to get this,’ ” he told the New York Times in a 2020 interview. “And they usually take my suggestions, because I view myself as every man.”

By the time Mr. Trebek completed 30 years as host, “Jeopardy!” reached 25 million viewers a week. His Emmys included a lifetime achievement award, and, in 2013, he ranked No. 8 in a Reader’s Digest poll of the most trusted people in America. Jimmy Carter, the highest-ranking president on the list, arrived at No. 24.

A ubiquitous presence in pop culture, Mr. Trebek appeared in the “Got milk?” advertising campaign, in films including “White Men Can’t Jump” (1992) and on television shows including “The Simpsons” and “The X-Files.” In a memorable episode of “Cheers,” Mr. Trebek welcomed as a contestant the postal carrier Cliff Clavin (John Ratzenberger), the sitcom’s most undesirable bachelor, in a round of “Jeopardy!” with categories including “beer,” “mothers and sons” and “celibacy.”

Mr. Trebek was spoofed on “Second City Television,” the Canadian TV sketch show, and “Saturday Night Live,” with comedian Will Ferrell, as his impersonator, barely containing his contempt for dimwitted contestants on “Celebrity Jeopardy!”

“I’ll take ‘Swords’ for $400,” Sean Connery, portrayed by Darrell Hammond, intoned in a Scottish accent when the category of clues was in fact “ ‘S’ Words.”

Mr. Trebek’s first marriage, to Elaine Callei, ended in divorce. In 1990, he married Jean Currivan. A complete list of survivors was not immediately available.

Little changed about “Jeopardy!” as the years wore on for the show, for Mr. Trebek and for fans. Newfangled topics, such as twerking, were occasionally introduced. Over time, contestants revealed themselves to be more familiar with Dan Brown, author of “The Da Vinci Code,” than with the English poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge, the New Republic noted. And Mr. Trebek was called upon to learn to rap to read certain clues.

But mainly the show stayed “comfortable, like an old pair of shoes,” Mr. Trebek once said. In its constancy, it became all the more comforting for the legions of fans who turned to “Jeopardy!” for its promise of clear right and wrong answers in a world where the matter of what is true was increasingly subjected to partisan debate.

“There’s a certain comfort that comes from knowing a fact,” Mr. Trebek told the Times in July. “The sun is up in the sky. There’s nothing you can say that’s going to change that. You can’t say, ‘The sun’s not up there, there’s no sky.’ There is reality, and there’s nothing wrong with accepting reality. It’s when you try to distort reality, to maneuver it into accommodating your particular point of view, your particular bigotry, your particular whatever — that’s when you run into problems.”

Phroyd

#alex trebek #jeopardy #rip

[her0brine]

Finally to round out the trio, here’s some Alex headcanons!

* While Steve grew up alone and eventually totally isolated in a relatively normal Plains biome, Alex actually grew up with their own parents in a River biome, which closely bordered a Beach biome.

* Along with being raised with their parents, they also lived directly within a Villager village, as Alex’s parents were somehow able to actually communicate easily with them.

* Alex IS capable of speaking both English and Swedish, along with being able to comprehend the Villager language, but is incapable of speaking it due to the odd but incredibly complex pronunciations of their words.

* They are gifted in both construction and hunting, although they tend to hunt for recreation more than survival. As they grew up in the safety of a village, along with meeting a lot of Wandering Traders which had plenty of food for trade, they lived a simple yet luxurious life as they didn’t really need to brave the wild for some time.

* As for hobbies, along with recreational hunting they also enjoy baking, reading, deep diving, boating, fishing, and crafting ‘odd’ items such as banners and rarer blocks.

* Alex is also a avid collector and trader, and is always up to the challenge of finding and collecting rare items to add to their personal collection, or will trade them in order to receive even more items to reuse in future trades.

* Due to their home surroundings and lax lifestyle, it was essentially ‘sunshine and rainbows’ for quite some time, until Alex’s parents went boating one day and never returned. Since then, Alex had to mature quickly in order to fill the void that their parents left behind, as they actually did much of the grunt work in the village such as farming and keeping mobs at bay. Alex sincerely hopes that they’re still alive, and one day they plan on going out to sea to the direction they went in.

* Alex gets along well with all kinds of Villagers, and oddly enough Pillagers as well. They understand why they may come off as crude and evil, but Alex can see how radically different their culture is and how it’s advanced in numerous aspects when compared to Villager culture. Because of this, Alex doesn’t mind helping them in incredibly rare occasions, as long as they agree to not raid the particular village they was raised in. So far they have kept up their end of the deal, but Alex won’t hesitate to turn on them if they get any ideas.

* Alex does NOT like taking care of livestock. They think it’s pretty time consuming to monitor, shear, feed, and breed them. Ironically they do like taking care of pets however, and owns a variety of tropical fish they keep at their home, along with having a tamed wolf they befriended when they started to adventure out on their own. (They just call their tamed wolf ‘Varg’, as they’re not very good at naming things)

* In terms of what they eat, they enjoy eating fish such as cod way more than beef and pork, but chicken kinda pretty okay with though. Sweet berries are definitely their guilty pleasure food, but they absolutely loathe how it keeps scratching up their hands as they try to harvest it.

* They’ve met a handful of various mobs, but they don’t seem to be that perturbed by the eerie nature of zombies or undead mobs in general. Alex only seems to dislike fighting Guardians, as they always seem to be in the most annoying places as they explore underwater. Spiders are a very close second, and it’s the reason why they don’t like exploring caves that much.

* Even though they don’t enjoy cave exploring that much, they cannot deny how much they absolutely adore riding mine carts and extending rails to make more long and funner tracks to ride.

* Alex is INCREDIBLY good at swimming and can naturally hold their breath in a much longer time than Steve can. They’ll still use the occasional Potion of Water Breathing though when they’re really going into the deep dark corners of the ocean.

* While Steve is much more passive and restrained, Alex is essentially the polar opposite. They love being boisterous and being the center of attention, and will tend to go head-first into fights and dangerous places as they enjoy the trill of the unknown.

* It’s quite rare for Alex to actually be mad or sad though, as their genral mood is always optimistic and they’re always intrigued by the world they live in, thus giving a very curious nature. This curious nature has definitely led to some dangerous situations for Alex though.

* Alex absolutely loves combat, especially if it’s hand-to-hand, as opposed to Steve who usually resorts any kind of combat as a last resort.

* They have a much larger expanse of varied life experiences than Steve, as Alex eventually got older and left the coddled safety of the village, and roamed for a few years across different biomes and interacted with numerous different villages and outposts. One of their favorite things to discover is lesser seen passive mobs, especially pandas and dolphins!

* Alex has explored the Nether a few times on their own after getting eventually tired of seeing the same biomes again and again, but quickly regretted it as it’s way too dangerous to explore by themself. They became absolutely terrified of Piglins due to their brute nature and by making the mistake to don’t have any gold on-hand that day, and since then they can’t even stomach the sight of seeing a normal pig. Ironically, this is the only humanoid species that Alex will refuse to trade with them, even if they have a rare item Alex needs.

* As Alex has a erratic ‘traveling’ lifestyle, they have built numerous small homes that they stay at, and they rarely keep any rare items or important materials in them, in fear of getting robbed. Whenever Alex is near by where Steve has their permanent home though, Alex likes to crash over there and have actually stockpiled some of their items there as a back-up measure. Steve absolutely loves it when Alex stays for long periods, as they get incredibly lonely when they do wander off.

* After Alex met Steve for the first time, they originally thought Steve was acting incredibly odd around them, and actually was a bit perturbed by their mannerisms. Steve just initially came off to them as overly clingy but also quite paranoid about ‘bad things happening’ to them whenever they are together. The more time they did spend together though, Alex soon realized that Steve has essentially spent all of their life in complete isolation from other human beings, and doesn’t really know how to interact ‘normally’. Plus, with all of the scars that cover their body, it’s kinda obvious that Steve has been through bad things......... Alex soon started to soften up more around Steve and eventually learned ASL to properly communicate with them, mainly out of sympathy.

* As for how Alex met Herobrine and how they feel about them, it’s a bit strained. They keep telling Herobrine ‘you’re just a messed up immortal version of Steve’ but Herobrine keeps refusing it. They’re actually INCREDIBLY scared of Herobrine’s abilities and overall unattractive strength and power, but they still hope that one day, they can probably make Herobrine realize the truth and thus they’ll become more passive and kinder, just like Steve.

#took me awhile to come up with some for them but I do like what I have so far! #Alex #minecraft #mineblr #⬜️

[carfuckerlynch]

alex are you going to make me listen to received pronunciation

#rqg #odhran.txt

[defultuser]

britverse masterpost aka julie and the mandem

luke 

yorkshire

lowkey talented but some undiagnosed adhd plus lack of care for anything thats not music means no one notices.

canon style but the cut off hoodie make many frequent appearances. aways trying to take his blaser off even though teachers don’t let him 

spent some time working at maccies and subway but keeps applying to new places try new things 

came out when reg hit him with a saucepan and he called it “pan on pan crime”

reggie 

a roadman

could be smart but not really trying, just at school to see friends

enemies to lovers with bobby. 

works at pets at home

accidentally came out by posting a bbc news article about something lgbt on his public insta rather than his anonymous one

bobby 

irish and/or chav

 gifted burnout kid already even though its only year ten. 

starts kinda chav style slowly evolves into whatever the hell he wants - slightly dark academia/ canon style.

works at toys r us / an off brand toys r us. he’s the giraffe 

came out by correcting a museum’s lgbt exhibit forgetting he was on a school trip and not out

alex

RP

parents are rich tory aholes but hes mid rebellion at the moment so hanging out with all the kinds of people they hate, not so subtle crush on willie.

 style is a mishmash of those around him, it takes him a while to get comfortable to wear pink but when he does he loves it. 

was made to apply for leadership by his parents, does not do his job (i don’t know what i’m doing how am i meant to help the year 7′s)

works at waitrose 

came out during his gcse drama cause he forgot his lines and made a joke about liking Willie (person and Brit meaning)

they all have a complicated relationship with the school uniform. [x] [x] 

flynn 

manchester

enemies to lovers with carrie, plays sport to compete (read flirt) with carrie 

applyed for leadership to compete with carrie is now responsible for charity events of something like that.

willie 

(did we agree birmingham) 

art kid

runs a tuck shop from his bag to compete with caleb

is aware of alex’s crush (and if he starts helping in the drama department no says anything about it)  

always covered in paint, volunteers at primary school to teach crafts after school

trying his best to set up a GSA at the school (mixed results so far)

julie 

american (it does not matter that this takes place in the uk we don’t replace madison) 

luke pisses her off in every class thats not music - she actually likes him in those classes

in on all the drama, gossips with willie during their shared art class about it, 

teachers favorite, although they wish she’d find better friends than the phantoms. 

prefect, head of house.

volunteers at charity shops 

carrie 

lowkey essex girl  

netball girl, centre and head of the team

always competing with flynn

is going to make the most out of high school. 

skirt rolled as high as she can get it, always in her netball hoodie.

 student leadership sports role (like sports captain or whatever you’d called it)

helps at her dad cricket club and is passive agressive to the rude customers 

nick

west country

kinda popular but nice

plays a sport and is good (either cricket, badminton or football) 

super smart so all the teachers love him. 

was a prefect maybe even head boy.

kayla

art student buddy with willie but she doesn’t care for the rest of the gossip, but she finds flynn and carries flirting rather entertaining. 

southern coastal town/city cornwall/dorset way (personal headcanon but no one has said otherwise yet)

works at a care home/ teaching workouts to old people 

trevor 

popular singer

always away for work so never sees his kids (bobby and carrie)

has a hot tub and lets the kids host parties at theirs. 

caleb

(did we agree scottish)

runs the corner store from which hes banned the whole group

also works at the hgc (now a spoons), and plays accordion

 (hes somehow everywhere always annoyed at the phantoms)

shops at waitrose and bullies the staff while he does 

britverse 

the phantoms busk on the local high street, definitely get in trouble more than once.  

julie flynns and alex’s drama teacher is definitely queer and everyones favorite teacher, 

the bright lighting guy is a tech drama student, while the kid from the orpheum is an alevel drama student that helps in their class,

they all did dofe.  

all help at open evening to various degrees of success. 

these are the classes they took.  

non-uniform  day is about as successful as you’d expect and is always for the same few charities. 

They meet as following : 

As kids - Julie meets carrie and bobby  primary school - bobby meets Luke, Julie and carrie at a different school meet Flynn  Year 6 (camping trip) - Julie/flynn fall out with carrie, all meet Luke  Year 7 - carrie meets Kayla, Luke meets reggie  Year 8- reggie falls in with the wrong crowd but Luke saves him - he still acts like a roadman though from his time with them  Year 9 - bobby joins (after going to a different school for two years) Alex joins and instantly gets accepted by the guys  Year 10 - willie joins the school, carrie and Julie share a music class and reform friendship, willex pining for the whole year after meeting in town.  Year 11 - one big friend group

Edits

roadman reggie artwork

boggie bi flag

stupid deaths

playlist

britverse boggie pride icons

SMAU’s

@queenmolina ‘s smau + sequel

@latinposeidon ‘s character profiles 

the performance part 1 and 2

accidental coming outs

the aftermath part 1 and 2

netball captains are assholes 

julie vs british slang

@defultuser’s open day part 1 2 3 

the investigation of caleb part 1 2 3 

@defultuser and @thegirlfulloffandoms ‘s charity event 

Fics 

coursework

britgate boggie init? 

bobby’s a vampire

britgate fic init

I've Got Friends on the Other Side (The Other Side Being The UK)

St Cuthbert's charity chaos

britgate boggie fic

britgate team: @queenmolina @apples-bees @sapphicflynn @lesducks @latinposeidon @faetalflaw @thegirlfulloffandoms @defultuser @spaceacekid

#britgate #britgates only over if you say it’s over #julie and the phantoms #jatp #netflixwewantjatps2 #i cant find the post that mentioned it #but this takes place on a council estate like a mid-late 2000's cbbc show #british phantoms #yorkshire luke #roadman reggie #received pronunciation alex #chav bobby #this has take up so much of my life #some point this will end and i will have so much work to catch up on #britgate might be over #idk #but its nice to document this madness anyway #julie and the mandem #if you think you should be in the britgate team message me and i can add you #its not a tag list though #its a list of all the people ive seen be most active during britgate