#stardust is at 36…disappointing :(

[milligramspoison]

Wait FOB girlies how many Stardust songs do you have on your wrapped and where are they ranked

#for me heaven iowa is at 2 #lftos is at 5 #heartbreak is at 14 #stardust is at 36…disappointing :( #so four stardust songs made into my wrapped! #i’m disappointed that muse and kintsugi kid didn’t make it but ig i didn’t listen to them that much :( #fall out boy #fob #so much (for) stardust

[enthusiasticmusicalquotes]

QUESTION OF THE DAY #6: Send me your most unpopular theatre opinion. Something that might make someone want to fight you. Please don’t be offensive (racist, misogynistic, etc.), but other than that…go as hard as you want. Spill all the tea.

MY ANSWERS: 1) The Pretty Woman score fucking slaps idek, 2) Come From Away (or even Bandstand...) should’ve won the 2017 Best Musical Tony, 3) I prefer the West End Heathers cast album to Off Broadway, 4) Shows shouldn’t sweep the Tonys just because they’re Best Musical worthy...shows that aren’t too critically acclaimed but have really impressive elements should get recognition too.

SUMMARY: Out of 37 responses: 5 were about Dear Evan Hansen, 3 were about Hamilton specifically, 2 were about: Rent, ALW, Wicked, In The Heights, Be More Chill, etc. etc....if your favorite musical is one of these and you get easily offended i wouldn’t read these.

NOTE: I agree with some of these, I highly disagree with others. I do not endorse any of the things that were said, I am simply sharing them with you all. These were what was sent to me. I’m going to number them so if you want to complain about or agree with one you can send me an ask with the number you’re referring to. 

1. howmuchchildrens said: unpopular opinion: i really liked the 2012 version of les mis. i liked russel crowe as javert.

2. Anonymous said: Unpopular opinion: Bootlegs harm to local theatre communities, though I do not believe anyone intends for that to be the case. While it's possible to bootleg responsibly (and I might even say it's beneficial to do so), those who may not know the intricacies of theatrical copyright law or who haven't heard the horror stories from a theatre that's been hit with legal action DUE to a bootleg may record or watch a show irresponsibly, which can greatly harm other routes of theatre accessibility.

3. Anonymous said: Andrew Lloyd Webber musicals are mostly terrible. He only got and stayed popular because a lot of other musical creators and taste makers died in the AIDS epidemic

4. Anonymous said: Almost all musicals using the songs of one artist are cash grabs with no plot or point.

5. Anonymous said: If your musical only has 1 woman OR the women only get sad/romantic songs you need to do something else with your life.

6. nerdshrimp said: Unpopular opinion: Next To Normal does a better job of portraying the effects of mental illness than Dear Evan Hansen does. N2N also doesn't romanticise mental illness & excuse shitty behavior like DEH tries to

7. Anonymous said: Hadestown is a lesser show on Broadway. I fell in love with the live album, and I was so excited for it to come to Broadway. I was so disappointed to see the changes they made. Orpheus and Eurydice's relationship is less interesting and more generic. The changed lyrics are often sloppy and not as good as the original. They fucking wrecked Epic III. Also, no hate to R/ee/ve, but he's just not a good enough singer to convince me that he could soften the heart of Hades. His high notes are awful.

8. Anonymous said: opinion: we are the tigers deserves a broadway run or at least a proshot

9. bimystique said: e/c is NOT A GOOD FUCKING SHIP. the ENTIRE PLOT OF PHANTOM OF THE OPERA is christine trying to escape erik's abuse. WHAT FUCKING PART OF THAT IS ROMANTIC TO YOU PEOPLE.

10. Anonymous said: unpopular theatre opinion(s): Dear Evan Hansen is Very Bad for its handling of mental illness, Hamilton is overrated and praised too much, and high school/college musical theatre programs can be just as good as Broadway. (also, musical movies would be better if they hired broadway actors, but that's not an unpopular opinion)

11. Anonymous said: I don’t like Lin Manuel Miranda and Hamilton is overrated

12. Anonymous said: I don’t like dear Evan Hansen..... at all. I think it’s kind of boring and really overhyped.

13. Anonymous said: unpopular opinion: in the heights is far better than Hamilton. both are good but ith hits different yknow

14. Anonymous said: The bring it on and legally blonde musicals are BAD! The movies are 100 times better

15. Anonymous said: unpopular opinion? wicked is the epitome of white feminism. it's preached as super great for representation but we literally got the first black glinda in 2019?!?!?!? and before that woc could only play elphaba who's villainized and deemed evil by the whole city

16. Anonymous said: Not so much an opinion as a reaction, but of all Lin's works (ITH, Bring it On, 21 Chump Street, Hamilton), 21 Chump Street gets the biggest emotional reaction of all the cast recordings. The second Justin is like "I don't want your money" (And then later on with the "...what the heck did you.... dooooo", I am a complete goner. Worse than Abuela Claudia and Philip Hamilton's deaths combined

17. Anonymous said: Whenever Je.ssie Mu.eller hits certain notes, she sounds like Tommy Pickles from Rugrats.

18. Anonymous said: aotd6: not everyone knows what im talking about, but the cats 2016 broadway revival choreography was WAYYYY better than the original. the original had a lot of creepy uncomfortable moments and the new one looks way cleaner and up to date

19. Anonymous said: raoul is better than the phantom in every conceivable way

20. Anonymous said: I hate Anastasia so much. it's such a boring show and the music is uninteresting. I wanted to like it so bad but GOD is it boring.

21. Anonymous said: In the Heights.... Overrated.

22. Anonymous said: I do not know if this is an unpopular opinion or not, but here is my opinion: Musicals that are entirely or nearly entirely songs (Hamilton, Hadestown, In The Heights, etc) are the most valid bc I can understand the plot without using wikipedia (I'm looking at you, Jagged Little Pill, I love you but what is your plot????)

23. Anonymous said: I'd rather have a bad film adaptation than no film adaptation

24. Anonymous said: Rent sucks and while it was a stepping stone for more ""controversial"" topics to appear on Broadway it's actually biphobic and features several generally terrible people doing generally terrible things and doesn't actually address the real crisis at all; it's all performative wokeness. The only real good it did was cast a bunch of "nobodies" for the time and make theater somewhat more accessible.

25. stardust-and-seas said: Dear Evan Hansen doesn't properly address mental health despite being about mental health and resolves nobodies character arcs satisfactorily. It's another show that reaches its hands around the throats of marginalized teenagers saying "look I'm relatable!!" The songs taken out of context are significantly more powerful than when placed in the context of the show, which gives us exactly zero evidence of Evan's work to improve and also never resolves Evan's u healthy goals in the first place.

26. stardust-and-seas said: Be More Chill is a raging dumpster fire and the only decent song from it, Michael in the Bathroom, reads as a whiny rich white boy whose potential social anxiety and depression is left ambiguous, which is exactly what it is. When taken out of context it better exemplifies the othering that happens to marginalized groups but lets be real here: bullying/cliques don't happen to "just anyone"; it's the marginalized groups that are othered and abandoned for not being "normal"

27. stardust-and-seas said: There's a difference between shows that don't take themselves seriously because they're meant to be fun and light and shows that pretend not to take themselves too seriously but want to be taken seriously by the audience and the latter always ends up mediocre at best

28. redueka said: i think that dear evan hansen handles every issue it presents badly. i also think that beetlejuice was badly directed

29. Anonymous said: Well I don’t EVER condone cheating, I’m team Jamie in the last five years. He tried so hard to make their relationship and life good, and Cathy gave him nothing in return

30. youcanlolyoucansayohwell said: The answer of the day- I don't get the BMC hype. I'm out of the age bracket it's meant for that might it be. I enjoy it but I don't think it's the greatest thing in the world like some theatre fans do.

31. Anonymous said: i like the rent 2005 recording better than the obcr

32. Anonymous said: unpopular opinion ? : the music of wicked just like isn’t that good. like it’s good but it’s not like, Good, yknow. it’s pretty standard it doesn’t stand out to me. kinda boring

33. Anonymous said: mari.ah r.ose fa.ith is not a good regina george. everything she says sounds monotonous and while i understand she's trying to play off the ""whatever"" teenager (she does this a lot with her teenage characters), 90% of the time she sounds and looks like she doesn't want to be there; her voice is great but most songs feel unnatural and forced and she changes them too much. she's just not selling regina to me as a believable character (this is all from a technical point of view)

34. Anonymous said: Unpopular Opinion: as much as i like musicals based on movies (like waitress), i think not every movie needs to be a musical.

35. Anonymous said: Unpopular opinion (?) the emojiland musical Kinda Slaps

36. Anonymous said: as one of my high school tech theatre teachers once said: "Andrew Lloyd Webber is overrated"

37. Anonymous said: sorry to whoever likes it but Seussical is an absolutely nonsense crackpot plot disguised with okay-to-good music, like I don't even know where to start. I was in the show and didn't even know there was an entire secondary plot line featuring sending children to war until we were halfway through rehearsals

#qotd #not a quote #in some places i put dots in the name so it didn't show up in the tag by accident

[raevylle]

Chapter 8: Don’t lose your fire

Session 8 - 01/03/2020

September 12th,  36 TE. With the notice of Belziros that it might take a couple of days for him to gain access to the library, the trio decided to go do the quest in Nisher. Uncertain of what they actually needed to do, they went by the League of Coins. Raevyn told the party that she was nervous to go to the League of Coin since they had just killed one of its members. She wasn’t particularly good at this whole secret thing so she was going to find a place to get some diamonds. They would meet back at Belziros again before heading out to Nisher. Raevyn took the gemstones and found a bank where she could change the currency. It wasn’t possible to get some diamonds for it but the banker did exchange the gems for 1768 gold. Which seemed like a good deal to Raevyn. She exchanged the gems into gold and made her way back to Belziros. Meanwhile, Arati and Vieryn got some clarification on their contract. Arati mentioned that they believe the actual owner of the tavern was killed. Did they still need to make the owner pay or confiscate the property? The man-made clear that he wanted the key to the place, he didn’t care too much about the ‘new owner’. With that information, they left the League of Coin and waited for Raevyn to come around. Walking up north Vieryn said he wanted to stop by the Burning Grove to make amends with Nemia. He wasn’t able to come back to her the night before and let her down. Walking up to the Burning Grove, the party sat down at a table as Vieryn made his way over to Nemia. ‘’I am really sorry Nemia, I wasn’t able to make it last night. I was kind of - out of it.’’ He scratched the back of his head, thinking back at what happened in the Flirtatious Fairy. ‘’Out of it?’’ she asked him with the cold shoulder. ‘’You know, I drank some Devil’s Delight and it just didn’t hit well.’’ Nemia started laughing at Vieryn. ‘’You were never one to hold your liquor well. So you were at the Flirtatious Fairy? Getting high on drugs and alcohol just like me, you & Alexander liked to do?’’ She cocked her eyebrow at him. ‘’Yes, but it was for a reason. The little one came up with a plan to take out Marvin.’’ Vieryn pointed at Raevyn who was counting down the money she got from the bank. ‘’So you're telling me that the elven girl that screamed ‘murder’ in this tavern, came up with a murder plan?’’ Nemia frowned at Vieryn. ‘’Yes and it was a good plan, I just had to get him drunk and so ended up drunk myself. However, I want to make it up to you.’’ He leans on to the bar. ‘’You can make up to me by buying me a drink.’’ Nemia picks up one of the most expensive bottles she has and pours herself a glass. ‘’Ah, of course. Sure how much?’’ Vieryn grins and reaches for his purse. ‘’10 gold please.’’ Damn, that woman knew what game she was playing. Vieryn laid down 10 gold. ‘’Oh and you owe me a night, you better come back Vieryn.’’ Nemia’s gaze got a bit more intense. ‘’Well, I will be gone for a couple of days. I might come back with a new scar.’’ he winks at Nemia. ‘’Who likes pretty boys without scars anyway? Scars tell stories.’’ Nemia smirks at Vieryn as he heads for the party table. ‘’150!’’ Raevyn yells out. ‘’What are we doing?’’ Vieryn asks Arati and sits down. ‘’Raevyn is distributing the party funds equally.’’ Arati looks at the pile of platinum and gold coins on their table. ‘’Each of you gets 50 platinum.’’ Raevyn gives them their shares. ‘’The rest of it goes in the party funds!’’ They talk a little bit about what to do next. Raevyn mentions that if they are going to Nisher she’d need to have some diamonds. She is wondering if Nemia may have some access to them. Vieryn wants to hold her back but she already stood up and made her way to the bar. She had observed Vieryn many times when he hung around Nemia, so she decided to imitate his behavior, leaned into the bar and smiled at her. ‘’So Nemia, do you happen to have any diamonds?’’ Nemia doesn’t really appreciate the approach of Raevyn. ‘’I warned you Raevyn.’’ she says, minding her own business. ‘’Oh, you remember my name?’’ Nemia turns around and crosses her arms. ‘’I know your name and I know where you sleep.’’ Raevyn squints her eyes at Nemia. ‘’Yes, next to Vieryn.’’ you could see the rage in Nemia’s eyes gather, but Vieryn pushed the two apart. He again apologizes to Nemia and promises he makes up for it. ‘’That girl is going to get you killed, Vieryn.’’ Nemia rolls her eyes and goes back to work. With their bags full of gold and no diamonds, they went to the Arcane District. If there was anywhere in town they would sell diamonds, it would be here. It was a rather aesthetic place. A circular plaza with small magic shops around it. One of them with the name ‘Stardust Supplies’. They entered the store and the inside was breathtaking. The ceiling itself was an illusion of our galaxy. A female tiefling with sparkling skin welcomed the party. ‘’Welcome to the Stardust Supplies, my name is Elise Starborn, what can I help you with?’’ Raevyn seemed particularly interested in this store. ‘’I am looking for diamonds for spellcasting, do you happen to have some?’’ ‘’Certainly, I do. Are you a student at the Academy?’’ Raevyn shakes her head. ‘’Do I need to be a student before I can buy anything here?’’ Elise smiles at the girl. ‘’No, it’s just that students get materials for a cheaper price.’’ Elise walks to the back and gets two diamonds for Raevyn. ‘’You do look familiar though. Have I seen you before?’’ Elise asks Raevyn. She thinks hard but can’t remember ever encountering Elise. ‘’You may know my dad, he works at the Academy apparently,’’ she answers while putting down the 10 platinum pieces. ‘’Who might that be then?’’ ‘’Magnus Arcadia, long black hair, half-elven man.’’ Raevyn puts the diamonds in her backpack. ‘’Oh, Magnus! He was her roughly 3 days ago. I know him yes.’’ Raevyn looks back at Elise. ‘’Wait he was here? 3 days ago? I have been looking for him! What do you know about him? Where did he go?’’ Raevyn almost leaped over the counter. ‘’Wow there, I don’t ask my customers about what they are doing. I just know he bought some rare chalk, gem dust and some incense.’’ Elise responded to the eager girl. Raevyn sighed and let her head hang. ‘’Oh, well if you see  him, can you mention that his daughter is looking for him?’’ Elise nodded. ‘’I will do that. Anything else you wanted to purchase?’’ Raevyn tabs her chin. ‘’Some more offensive magic?’’ Elise frowns at her. ‘’Can I see your Mage Legality paperwork then? I can’t sell offensive magic to ‘illegal mages’.’’ Raevyn never heard of these papers before. ‘’I don’t have that, but Magnus trained me himself! He works at the academy.’’ She tries to pursue her but fails. ‘’I am sorry Raevyn, I can’t sell you offensive magic.’’ a bit disappointed Raevyn wanders around the store while Vieryn commissions a hand-made dagger. After purchasing their necessities they go to the Oakgate stables. They ask for a ride to Nisher and the man gets a bit suspicious. ‘’Didn’t you buy a horse a couple of days ago?’’ Raevyn tries to tell the man that the horse is still in Nightdark with a friend of theirs but he doesn’t seem to buy it. He tells them the next ride to Nisher is tomorrow, by a guy named Fredrick. The party already knows this man and asks where he is off to now. The stablemaster tells them he had to make a trip to Nightdark a couple of days ago, escorting a grey-skinned tiefling woman. That’s a red flag. They know that person and what is going on in Nightdark at the moment. Fredrick was probably not coming back. ‘’It’s alright we will walk,’’ Arati told the man. ‘’You can always try the other stables.’’ the stablemaster yelled after them. Walking away from the stables, Raevyn noticed that the wanted poster for her dad had been taken off the board. She tries to think of explanations but Vieryn tells her not to overthink it. They arrive at the Irongate stables. They can provide the party with a ride to Nisher in a couple of hours. It’s some merchants from the Longsaw family that are going to Nisher. Vieryn being obviously a bit uncomfortable with this wants to back out, but Arati says that they will take it. After paying for the ride, they wait in a tavern across the road. Raevyn scribes in some spells while they are having some lunch. A young boy comes running into the tavern and tells them that the cart to Nisher is ready to leave. Raevyn gives him a silver coin and they walk out. On arrival, the carts look a lot more fortified than Vieryn could remember. Must have been alterations made by Alexander’s father. They take place in the cart. Next to them is a stoic Dwarf. There are some more people in the cart, talking about leaving Avarra cus the Plague was in Avarra now. The journey to Nisher itself was going to take roughly 8 hours of travel. The perfect time to rest a little bit. September 13th,  36 TE. In the early hours of the morning, the cart arrives at the gates of Nisher. The party is getting off and Raevyn tells the grumpy dwarf goodbye. He doesn’t seem to respond to her. She tries it again in Dwarvish. He looks up, a bit surprised that an elf just greeted him in Dwarvish. He nods at her. It is also here that Raevyn notices that the wanted posters of her dad are missing. ‘’Maybe he took them down himself and doesn’t want to be found.’’ Arati is trying to cheer her up but it doesn’t really seem to work. The city itself is pretty empty during this hour. There are some shopkeepers setting up their stalls and some drunkards wandering the streets. It would be the perfect timing to go to a tavern right now to get the keys. A plan was made to get the keys, Raevyn was going to be the bait and Arati and Vieryn were going to get the keys. When entering the Lying Weasel, the place seemed to be packed. There were some people sleeping on tables, probably passed out drunk. Raevyn talked to the owner, David. He remembered her from the previous encounter. He gave her rather short answers and seemed to be on edge. Raevyn ordered a drink and sat down at a table. Right as Arati and Vieryn came walking in. Arati got a lot of looks, being a hunter and all. Vieryn told her to go sit next to Raevyn since she would probably get in trouble later. Arati noted that and went to the back of the tavern to sit next to Raevyn. Raevyn took out Jinx and let her explore behind the bar. She saw that David was going into the back and she trailed him. He seemed to be packing something. ‘’Does Soralon think I am stupid? Sending a hunter after me?’’ Raevyn gasped and whispered to Arati. ‘’He is fleeing out of the backroom, stop him.’’ Arati took notice of that and ran past Vieryn. ‘’He is escaping, we need to stop him!’’ They both made their way outside and ran towards the back. Raevyn used her Misty Step to appear next to her familiar outside. She waited until the others caught up. They could hear a voice screaming from the tavern. ‘’David, Soralon is here to reclaim what is his.’’ They recognized his voice, it was Victor again. ‘’Apparently, Soralon is after this guy. I can trail him, but I need a minute.’’ Raevyn took a twig from the bush next to her and cast the Locate Object on one of the daggers David was holding. She got a ping not far from here, somewhere in an ally. They began to run after him and cornered him. ‘’I knew he would send someone after me,’’ David told the party as he took his dagger. Vieryn & Raevyn tried to pursue the man by giving up the keys, they were not here in the name of Soralon. He could just leave and start a new life if he handed over the keys. He didn’t buy it. ‘’What about this? You kill Soralon and then I will give you the keys.’’ Arati had enough of his bullshit, took out her scimitar and placed it against his throat. ‘’You are giving us the keys now. You either get killed by Soralon or by us, your choice.’’ The guy got scared of the hunter. ‘’Fine here, have it.’’ He ran out of the ally way. With the keys on hand, the party had fulfilled their quest. Walking out of the alley they saw ember sparks in the sky, it seemed that the tavern was on fire. Before they want to run off, Vieryn holds back Raevyn. ‘’Maybe it is better if you put on a hood, with fire around and you being an arcanist.’’ Raevyn understands and they decide to keep a low profile. Raevyn takes them back into the alley and changes Jinx's appearance to that of a raven again. ‘’Jinx, mimic this; FIRE’’ the raven repeats the words and flies around town. ‘’So much for keeping a low profile,’’ Vieryn added. ‘’At least everyone will know that there is a fire.’’ Arati laughed softly. Walking past the Lying Weasel, they could see people storming towards the fire with small buckets of water. They were talking of a demon or arcanist that had set fire to the tavern. Arati wanted to help out but the rest told her not to get involved. They could handle it themselves. They walked towards the Town Hall since Raevyn wanted to see if there was any news on her father. While walking there they saw some Priests of Melendi running towards the fire to help extinguish it. At the Town Hall there was indeed a letter for Raevyn. It contained all the wanted posters she had put up around the different towns, and a piece of hair, from her father. She was confused, what did this mean? Vieryn asked the lady from the Town Hall who delivered this letter. She told him it was a group of mercenary boys. While walking out of the Town Hall, Vieryn tried to calm Raevyn. He then spotted a group of boys hanging around the burning tavern. They seemed to look like the mercenaries that the lady had described. ‘’Give me a second, I’ll catch up,’’ he said to Arati & Raevyn. He took the letter with the wanted posters and walked over to the kids. He confronts the guys with it. They start provoking Vieryn by calling him names. Making fun of the little girl that is looking for her father. ‘’How did you get the hair?’’ Vieryn asks him. One of the guys took off his helmet and showed his own black hair. ‘’It’s just black hair, easy to trick. Imagine the face of the girl when she finds out.’’ he started laughing but one of the kids got rather anxious about the drow. ‘’Maybe we should stop guys?’’ Vieryn agrees and walks off without responding to the guys anymore. ‘’Yes run away Drow, I heard your kind are runners. Running away from the beasts in the Underdark.’’ Vieryn waves it off and walks back to the girls. He gives back the letter to Raevyn. ‘’Don’t worry about it Raevyn, just a bunch of kids fooling around. Just replace them around town again.’’ Raevyn gets a bit feisty and tells them to take her to the boys. Vieryn pushes her back and tells her it’s exactly the reason he went alone. The morning hit and they go around town. They visited Deidre to thank her for the tip to go to Belziros, got some fresh bread and went to look for a ride back to Avarra. They got themselves a spot on a cart that was leaving town late in the night. In the meantime, they got some rooms and had an off day to rest a bit. Raevyn wrote down some more spells and Arati wandered around town a bit until it was time to go. September 14th,  36 TE. A journey of half a day later the party arrived in Avarra again. A rather uneventful trip and a successful quest done. Going straight to the League of Coin to cash in their bounty. The man at the counter told them he would send someone to information about the status of the building. If it all seemed well, they would get paid after. Vieryn told the party that they should head to Belziros’ house to spend the night, he was going to spend it at the Burning Grove. They said goodbye and Arati and Raevyn walked up to Belziros’ house. Alensta opened the door and let the girls in. Arati told Alensta that Victor showed up in Nisher and that he escaped again. It made her a bit nervous, knowing that Victor was still around and so close. But being around Belziros made her less skittish. ‘’Come girls, you can sleep in my room.’’ Alensta walked upstairs but Raevyn stayed behind and called Arati back. ‘’Arati, Belziros gave me this spell a couple of days ago. I have been thinking of using it but I am too afraid, especially after finding out that all my posters had been ripped off the boards. I want to contact my father, but can you please hold my hand?’’ Raevyn asked her with a shaky voice. Arati nodded. ‘’I am here’’ She took Raevyn’s hand as she was casting the spell. ‘’Hey dad, It's almost been a month. I've been trying to find you. I'm in the capital right now. I miss you. I'm scared.’’ The words left her mouth awaiting for a reply.

#dnd #dnd5e #dungeons and dragons #ttrpg #wizard #sorcerer #bloodhunter #elf #half elf #halfling #drow #raevyn #vieryn #Arati #dungeon master #divine #arcane #magic #criticalrole #critters #dnd stories #dnd roleplay

[wintersqueenmab]

Silly, do all the questions you definitely deleted. All of them.

Well, since you asked so nicely, sure. Under the readmore to save dashboard space.

1. how tall are you?

I’m 5 foot, 9 inches tall, or 175 centimeters for those of you using metric units.

2. what is your body type?

Softer than I’d like, but otherwise pretty standard.

3. what is your favorite part about your body?

I do like the color of my eyes, and I think my hands are pretty nice.

4. is your current hair color your natural hair color?

Partially, yes. However, the top of my head is currently a cotton candy riot, so not that part.

5. are you more outgoing or more shy?

I like to pull off the shy -> outgoing combo for maximum damage.

6. are you more femme or butch?

Being AMAB, I’m pretty sure I’m automatically on the butch side. Not where I’d like to keep it, though.

7. are you tol or smol?

I don’t think 5′9″ is very tall, or very small. The middle it is, then.

8. wine mom or vodka aunt?

Definitely vodka aunt.

9. weird habit?

Does eating popcorn seeds count?

10. favorite meme?

I’m a sucker for bass boosting in the middle of otherwise normal videos.

11. do you sing in the shower?

Ironically, that’s one of the only places I don’t sing.

12. ever used a bow and arrow?

A couple times, but never in any seriousness.

13. are/were you a theatre kid?

Not currently, but I definitely was in high school. Would love to go back.

14. have you ever seen a broadway musical?

Nah, son. Shit’s expensive.

15. do you think musicals are cheesy?

Yes, but in a good way.

16. have you ever been a part of a protest or a march?

Sadly not.

17. favorite Cards Against Humanity Card?

“Pac-Man uncontrollably guzzling cum.”

18. last movie you watched?

Spider-Man: Far from Home.

19. behind the camera or in front of it?

In front, definitely. Doing theater has shown me that I love being in the spotlight.

20. favorite tv show?

Toss up between Steven Universe and A:tLA.

21. meaning behind your url

Comes from an old username I had a long time ago. I still use Rydyr for most things online.

22. reason you joined tumblr

Kingdom Hearts fandom, then almost immediately comboed into Homestuck.

23. who’s your closest tumblr friend?

Probably samysticeti.

24. what’s something most people love that you hate?

Lord of the Rings.

25. have you ever taken narcotics?

Nope.

26. have you had sex?

Sure have.

27. have you ever gotten caught sneaking out or doing anything bad?

Yes, several times.

28. worst/funniest lie you’ve ever told?

I once told my dad that my brother had destroyed my writing journal to get out of writing in it for the day. It worked!

29. describe your passion without mentioning it.

Getting to know systems and the best way to exploit them is pretty dang neat.

30. describe your best friend.

Always there for me, even when I don’t want them there. But they know better.

31. give us one thing about you that no one knows.

Now, what makes you think you’ve earned that?

32. how do you feel right now?

Slightly irritated at the amount of formatting work I had to do for this (a lot), but otherwise good. Go listen to Starlight Brigade if you haven’t heard it, it’s fantastic.

33. what is your biggest fear?

Not becoming who I want to be.

34. what’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?

Glory, by Bastille.

35. what is the best decision you’ve made in your life so far?

Being more outgoing has, in general, done a ton for me.

36. have you ever tried your hardest and then been disappointed in the end?

Yeah. That’s life, though.

37. something you fantasize about.

Financial stability, a harem of cuties, being in a harem of cuties. Lots of unattainable goals.

38. last time you cried and why

A while ago, probably over past relationships.

39. what was the last thing that made you laugh?

A dumb play my friend made in a League of Legends match.

40. do you really, truly miss someone right now?

Always.

41. who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?

Honestly, nobody. Without sounding like an edgelord, there’s a lot I don’t want people to know because they’d just worry.

42. the last time you felt broken?

Last night.

43. are you starting to realize anything

Many, many things.

44. are you more dominant or more submissive

Depends on the context, obviously. I try to be assertive in everyday life, but I think I’m more submissive in the bedroom.

45. i’ll only date you if _____. (fill in the blank)

I’ll only date you if you treat me with respect.

46. do you prefer to date people the same age as you, younger, or older?

I don’t have any real preference, but I think I’d feel weird if I dated someone significantly younger than myself.

47. describe the person you’re in love with/have a crush on in great detail.

That’s not fair; I have too many crushes to single anyone out. One of the pros/cons of being poly.

48. do you have any kinks?

Look, there’s a whole ass list here. Gotta get more specific.

49. first thing you notice in a person?

Probably their voice if I’m actually interacting with them. If I’m seeing them from afar, it’s their hair.

50. how can someone win your heart?

By being sweet to me.

51. been rejected by a crush?

Of course.

52. have you ever had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back?

Tons of times.

53. would you have sex with the last person you text messaged?

If they were down, yeah.

54. is trust a big issue for you?

Like, do I have trust issues? Not really. Is it a big thing for me in a relationship? Once we hit a certain point, yeah.

55. did you hang out with the person you like recently?

A couple of them, yeah. Not nearly enough, though.

56. is confidence cute?

It’s fucking sexy.

57. what would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy?

Good for them! They’re living their best life. Fuck jealousy.

58. would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh?

Probably not. I love being with funny people.

59. does the person you have feelings for right now know you do?

At least one of them does. I try not to make it a big deal.

60. ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush?

I’ve embarrassed myself in front of my partners more times than I care to count.

61. do you want to get married

Not unless the government gets really cool about a lot of things really quickly.

62. worst thing you’ve ever done?

Lied to people that trusted me.

63. three things that turn you on.

Confidence, a nice pair of legs, and the ability to take charge.

64. who do you hate?

Nazis.

65. favorite term of endearment?

Stardust.

66. who was your celebrity/fictional gay awakening?

Probably some fucking Homestuck characters, I dunno.

67. intimidating girls or kind girls?

Both. Both? Both are great.

68. what do you look for in a possible partner?

We gotta like the same stuff. Also want to get freaky in the bedroom the same way.

69. do you tend to like more masculine, feminine, or androgynous girls?

Sixty-nine, eyyyyy. Uh, all of them.

70. are you good at flirting?

Only when I’m unaware I’m doing it.

71. who was the first person you came out to?

My friends in high school.

72. do you have any friends who are wlw?

Yes! Several.

73. is your crush wlw?

Some of them are, yeah.

74. last person to make you reconsider your sexuality?

Pretty much literally any attractive person. I think about it a lot.

75. write a short love poem to your crush/self?

I wish you’d know me

As I’ve gotten to know you

See me as I am

76. do you fall in love easily?

Love, no. Infatuation? Almost pathetically so, yeah.

77. is there something that happened in your past that you hate talking about?

Boy fucking howdy, yeah.

78. are you good at hiding your feelings?

Yep.

79. are you a forgiving person?

Extremely. I just wanna be friends with everyone.

80. what is your “type?”

Kind people that can slam me against a wall and make me thank them for the privilege.

81. fall asleep in her arms or rub her back until she falls asleep in yours?

B O T H

82. tall girls or short girls?

I’d love to be with a girl that just fucking dwarfs me in height.

83. hugs or kisses?

I fucking love hugs. And I’ve had strangers tell me I give great hugs, so I wanna share that with others.

84. twirl her around or get twirled?

Fuck, dude, I’d sure love to get twirled.

85. tummy kisses or thigh kisses?

A tummy kiss that transitions into a big fucking tummy raspberry.

86. hairline kisses or neck kisses?

Neck kisses, hell fucking yeah.

87. play with her hair or stroke her tummy?

Hair, absolutely. Too many people are ticklish.

88. making out or soft kisses?

I don’t understand why I need to choose here. They’re both great in different situations.

89. hugs around the neck or hugs around the waist?

Waist! Easier to pick people up that way.

90. how confident are you in your sexuality?

I’m pretty confident in my ability to be attracted to nearly anyone that’s nice to me.

91. when you like someone do you blush or get butterflies in your stomach?

Butterflies, with blushing only when I get embarrassed around them.

92. have you ever liked a friend as more than a friend? did you tell them?

Yes and yes.

93. how old were you when you realized you were into girls?

Well, being AMAB, this was pretty early. It took me a lot longer to accept being into guys.

94. most embarrassing thing you’ve done in front of a cute girl?

There was this one time I just nerded out about MtG for like ten minutes, and she was just sitting nearby. When I saw her, I almost died.

95. do you have a favorite lesbian ship? is it canon?

Rosemary from Homestuck. It’s so good.

96. what is the most aggravating thing someone has said to you about your sexuality?

“Are you sure you can’t just pick one person and stick to them?”

97. when was the last time a girl made your heart flutter?

Like six hours ago.

98. what is love to you?

Love is caring about another person more than yourself. It’s wanting the best for them at all times. It’s being happy when they’re happy and being sad when they’re sad. It’s seeing the universe in their smile, and glimpsing eternity in how they make you feel.

99. ask me anything.

Well, this sure is awkward. If you read all this, congrats! You know more about me now than my own parents probably do. Have a great night, everyone.

#me #ask meme #99 questions #this was fun to do

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Feliciano and the King of Hearts

Chosen by the gods as the Queen of Hearts from the moment of birth, we follow Feliciano’s story as he grows into royal life, learns to rule, go against age old customs, and his relationship with his husband to be, the King of Hearts.

Chapter 1 I  Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5 I Chapter 6I Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 IChapter 9I Chapter 10 I Chapter 11I Chapter 12 I Chapter 13 I Chapter 14 I Chapter 15 I Chapter 16 I Chapter 17 I Chapter 18 I Chapter 19 I Chapter 20 I Chapter 21 I Chapter 22 I Chapter 23 I Chapter 24 I Chapter 25 I Chapter 26 I Chapter 27 I Chapter 28 I Chapter 29 I Chapter 30 I Chapter 31 I Chapter 32 I Chapter 33 I Chapter 34 I Chapter 35 I Chapter 36 I Chapter 37 I chapter 38 I Chapter 39 I Chapter 40 I Chapter 41 I Chapter 42 I Chapter 43 I Chapter 44 I Chapter 45 I Chapter 46 I Chapter 47

I apologize greatly for the time it took me, several personal things, a hurricane, no electricity, no signal, classes starting…it’s not been easy…but as always just be patient and I hope the contents can be worth the wait. Thank you so much and I hope you enjoy this chapter.

                                                  Chapter 48

His castle had no magnificence. There were no murals, no paintings, no sculptures, no flourishing of flowers, symbols, or even stories. It was only but dark stone, cold, decaying, perhaps an occasional carving one of his men would create, a rug, a tapestry with symbols of himself, of his old kingdom in the heavens, to grant a little color, a little finesse even in his imprisonment. His men would sometimes bring him golden and gilded cups, plates, utensils, tables and even beds that they stole from the kingdoms from time to time, and he would use them as if they were rightfully his, placed and in care only proper for the items of a king…a god.

 He never let anyone disrespect that, never let any forget, despite how the whole world did.

 To remind he dined on salmon niçoise, saag paneer, squid with capers, apple charlotte, mango and passion fruits with elegancy in the hold of his forks and knives, slow in his bites, tasting well every piece, every flavor, a smile in celebration to himself, to this delicacy only he enjoyed from in the castle, in silence, in calm, all this feast to replenish as he pleased.

 He was careful with this specific dark silk robe, engraved in gold like splendorous stardust, loose, excellent comfort for him to lean back, letting himself moan at the taste and exalt.

 Servants knew, they trained, they practiced to take their steps in just the mellow their king wanted, as this current one did, tippy toing in the best hurry she could, a slight tremble in her hands that she tried to control by covering them in her long sleeves, even numbering her breaths to not disturb a trace of the regal air he had made in the last minutes.

 “Your majesty…” she introduced, in just the right intonation that she knew would not awry with the organized balance of peace and silence.

 “Angela, my darling, speak,” he smiled and flew in his position of rest.

 “Rodion’s group has returned,”

 “Splendid, let them in, let them in,” he was glad and accepting, with a welcoming grin, excitement in the sitting he took as the group entered at the servant’s signal, the three damaged, marked, burned, ruined armors showing the rust and force of whatever past mission they have been sent on. Their king smiled on uncaring to these blemishes, uniting his hands and leaning his posture towards them like a curious child awaiting a story.

 “Tell me, how did it go?” The smile he showed was wide and true, but it didn’t stir any confidence, the men feared and looked among each other as they readied to say the words they had prepared. Their main leader, who stood frontal, took a sigh to make himself grow strong, spear at his side standing just as linear as he determined to keep while he told the news.

 “There were more soldiers than we had expected,” he started with. “Rightfully armored, strong magic, countless of men and women that our little numbers could not stand against,”

 “I gave you thirty men,” the king reminded, beginning a strain as he rubbed his fingers on his temple, not a very good sign to the three.

 “We were going against sixty,”

 “Jokers, sixty jokers guarding something that surely holds no interest to the current King and Queen of Hearts. They shouldn’t have been this prepared with a sudden entering like this.” His voice began to alter and anger.

 “May I remind that the prince and the arising queen are currently on the journey, the kingdoms know our numbers increased outside of the field with its weakened state and are doing all the necessary precautions, even jokers.”

 It was still not sufficient enough to their king, who groaned and tightened his grip on the chair.

 “You should have been a stronger match compared to them,” he determined through gritted teeth.

 “Your majesty, you didn’t give us the right men or sufficient amount, perhaps if you-” all interrupted in a choke, a dark enchantment piercing, a burning and eating spreading at the shot of his stomach. He cracked and darkened like the very stones of this castle, falling to ashes and pieces on the floor, eyes lolled and color disappearing until his presence completely ceased in a snap of their king’s hand, a horror to the other two who watched, who could only stand and accept like they had seen it happen before.

 They gazed upward to see their king hold true darkness in his eyes, maddened and stilled, uncaring to the events, he simply rubbed his hands on his robe as if all had just been an annoying spot to rid.

 “You all know what I feel against such insolence…about raised voices out of line…and you know well how I repay,” he warned yet again, baring his rule and power to them, a force he knew made them shake, swallow and sweat.

 “Off with you, make Fergus the new command of your group, have him meet with me in the throne room, we shall discuss his new position,” he decreed, ushering them away with a simple be gone of his hand, leaning to get his glass of wine as his hunger died and was replaced with a new urgency.

 Angela then entered to face him in the usual position, doing well to ignore the shattered corpse on the ground beside her.

 “Clean that up,” he pointed uncaringly to the body, standing once he had emptied his glass, “and take this back to the kitchen, the cooks and servants may share.”

 She bowed in acceptance, trying not to lick her lips in expectation as she watched him pick up and make his way out the halls and into the new line of preparations. All servants that saw him would instantly stop in an altering, bow and carry on with harshened speeds on their earlier duties while their king remained with his eyes forward, angered and sharpened until he reached the height of his room to change.

  Beautiful stitches, belts, even vested symbols upon a large thick robe, soft to his skin, long to trail behind him as if empowering the very ground he walked upon.

 Yes, he thought himself a handsome beauty like this, walking with all that elegance and regency to the throne room, but to the servants he wore his tyranny and lash, ready any moment to invoke death and suffering in the raise of his palm and fingers.

 The opening of the large doors was enough of a silencer to bring whatever murmurs of the room into nothing, for all the men to straighten in force ready for any kind of disposition that would lead them off to war. Their king made his way across in his ever preferred sways, the men not giving a movement or breath out of place until their king found his sitting in the dark carved chair, placing himself in the ruling he belonged and was prepared to invoke at the moment.

 “Furgus,” he called, and thus this man came frontal, with a readied robe, slight armor, a proud staff of energizing dark magic in his tight hold, to use whenever he so wanted to fulfill the needs of his superior.  

 “Rodion disappointed me, I placed him out of the way and now grant you this position based on your other feats and missions. You have done sufficient, I don’t expect to see failure and thus can immediately set you forward on the same task.” There was a hidden growl even in the respectful way he spoke, how easily his words came out like a practiced taunt, which made many more men incline themselves.

 “Rodya!” He called to another man this time, making his side by his other companion, in the same bow to the floor, cutlass at his side as the source and force of his power.

 “Since Vinicio failed me in the Washington attack, he and his squadron had been dealt with accordingly. It leaves me with fewer men outside the field in the Spade Kingdom and in need of replacing his factions. You will then take his place, watch, plan rightfully this time. Don’t disappoint me, or else you know how grave the consequences can be,” he growled with his ever proud dignity on the sit of his chair, with rest and confidence, yet an intent that made all trembled as they accepted to the force of this command.

 “Are you perhaps requesting another attack on the city?”

 “Only what you can do, but I’m warning you that I expect some sort of outcome. As of now the new spheres of validity must have already been placed, but we can still try our usual exits.” He stood, walking forward, silk of robes falling and trailing, extending his hands in order.

 “I don’t expect it to be an easy task from now on, but perhaps that hadn’t been the case if we had captured them as I wanted,” he aggravated that reminder, blaming gazes to all of them, all at fault.

 “But our plans continue on as usual, I shall organize a meeting soon, going further into detail about further suggestions-” a slash, at speeds flying centimeters away from the perfection he had of his pale skin, the slickness of his black hair and his groomed beard. The weapon landed in a harsh stab against the center of the throne, its shaking creating an echo that silenced the room into a new sudden kind of fear. It had been a dagger, not of their darkened kind, but in clear silver, white, and of course…red, with familiar Heart symbols that left no room for the king to doubt.

 The crowd instantly hurried trying to find the direction it had come from, a swarm already preparing their weapons and strategies to rain upon the traitor or the invader.

 The King quickly found it, up on a darkened tunnel before him, old, an entrance that long ago he had forgotten and didn’t bother to question or fix. He saw the hand that fell, the oh so familiar blue eyes from long ago that glared into his darkened ones, bright enough to practically glow in the hidden spot he had taken, but it didn’t hold its meaning long enough when the king had clearly spotted him, with a grin that was welcoming despite the uncomfortable laughter. The long vibration was enough to halt the rooms’ searching and arming, questioning and scared as they tried to find a reason for it just after that kind of dagger threatened to aim directly at their king.

 “Ludwig, Ludwig, Ludwig, here I thought you wouldn’t ever grace me with your visit, what pleasantries and honor,” he provoked loudly, only as he should because of their far distance, but also because of the constant empowering he wanted to do, especially before the prince of Hearts, the arising king of Hearts.

 Ludwig only continued his glare, still not daring to move away from the shield of the shadow, wanting to instill enough killing in only his eyesight. It did nothing to faze Khaos, who only placed his arms in front of himself, smiling away in no bothers and intimidation, confident even in such a bareness, such a meet. Ludwig bared his sword, not wanting to move forward without its companionship. Finally some semblance of light revealed him completely, in those annoying whites that reminded Khaos of his sister, no mercy or care in his eyes about the decease he had caused himself.

 It was then that all eyes in the room noticed him, with gasps, prepares, and starting release of their magic ready to inflict on the single enemy that came alone with no kind of shield showing protection. Ludwig was uncaring to the sudden attention, the wavering menace that was ready to kill in each and every direction, the only shining light in a sea of darkness, with only but a handful of weapons that all thought couldn’t stand enough, but Ludwig was determined to make it last all that it needed.

 He took a leap to the floor below, surrounded, but all knowing well to not attack yet as King Khaos had not commanded and they didn’t see him as much as a threat.

 How mistaken they had been.

 While their king was distracted enough in the continuing connection of their eyes transmitting hatred and vengeance, Ludwig turned and stabbed his sword right through one man’s chest, a last scream erupting before they all began tumbling forward with their own different forces. Clang of swords, of fists, punches, kicks, growls, shouts. A dance of killing and disorder as Ludwig faced each one with either a slash of coated dark blood, a sting of bright fire, or the very force of his body, throws of his side and head, a growing pile of bodies surrounding him. With every hit, every cut, every bruise he himself received, the temptation for his body to join in the mess of deceased somehow seemed more relieving and liberating, but a perseverance continued him forward in his attacks and throws, many more falling under his strength. Khaos? He did nothing as he watched on with incredible interest, like this was all some show that amused him well. He had to admit, Ludwig shone just as tall, strong and skillful as Soren had once been. A Beilschmidt indeed, with all the pride of the name and fitting for the position of a king. That thought was enough of a sickening, of a detest, it provoked annoyance to the mess going around, of the game, clattering and disorder.  

 “Enough!” He shouted, with the spur of a shadow spreading all across the room as quick as lightning. It was a blow enough to have all his men immediately stop, dizzying and disorientated, while keeping a tight hold around Ludwig, all his movements stopped as a dark shadow wrapped around him, constraining him to pain and groans, trying what he could to escape.

 All could let themselves to breathe, to let their weapons fall, cuts ooze and for others to help each with their wounds how they could, while Ludwig was brought forward until he was right before Khaos, in all the clarity and flesh that left nothing to doubt. He was tall and robust as himself, with strong jaw and features that could convey elegance and beauty, with darkness in his eyes, his hair, beard and clothes, but skin pale enough to compare to the snow that fell outside. Right now, he seemed so plain and human compared to the images Ludwig had made from the tales and what he later studied. All that power, darkness, evil… in such a normal daily form that made one forget and doubt. Ludwig had to remind himself that this was just a guise, a curse given to him by the Aces during the original creation, then strengthened by Augusta after his defeat in the war of the blackened decades. As he examined in the constrain of his shadowed bounds, Khaos came close enough as for Ludwig to feel his breath upon his skin, eyes cutting and analyzing like he was but a mere subject to an experiment.

 “How wonderful, perfect, couldn’t have asked or created anything better,” he smiled, sickening and awful, Ludwig wanted to bite off his chuckle in all the savageness of skin and blood that he deserved.  

  “Oh please, stop looking this angry, you were the one who wanted to pay me a visit. Perhaps if you hadn’t been so violent I could have prepared a banquet, something nice that would have made you proud to join me.” he tried to coax.

 “I don’t intend to be in any part of your plans,” Ludwig barked, flinching forward, gripping his hands as if it could make him believe he could go ahead and choke him. Khaos only rolled his eyes, taking sitting once again in his throne, in his usual comfort even with the situation.

 “What a child, should have expected as much after the reports I was receiving.”

 Instant question was in Ludwig’s eyes no matter how he tried to advert it, but nothing could truly hide from Khaos’s judgment.

 “You really think I wouldn’t have spies and messengers in your city telling me every rumor and story? Boy, I’ve been keeping an eye on you from the moment your arising queen was born. I practically know you like your own grandfather,” he was confident.

 “Don’t you dare compare yourself to family, you are nothing to me, nothing,” he spat in a harsh growl.

 “Ah, but in a way, we are,” he smiled, only intensifying the harshness in Ludwig’s eyes and the sharp of his teeth.

 “I haven’t forgotten what I gave long ago to your ancestor, about what’s been boiling through your lineage ready to release with you,” he reminded happily, enjoying the different kind of ways Ludwig’s angering marked his expression uglier.

 “Think about it boy, that kind of power, control, everything you could ever want, everything you despise out of your path, I can even let you reign with me in the new world, a sort of Jack, or a general, surely with a more splendorous throne than anything the Hearts kingdom could give you,” he tried to convince, sure about his persuasion, but to Ludwig it was all insult, in which he wanted to pay in a fight and a killing.

 “I’d rather you killed me right now!” He threatened, he lashed and moved, hoping for a freeing, a chance to fight before that kind of killing reached him. He was not going to be defeated like this, in a clutch, without a battle, so easily in the hold that Khaos wanted.

 “Oh no, no, no, absolutely not, kill my own work like that after thousands of years, unacceptable.”

 And for the first time Ludwig’s eyes widened in worry, in question and nervousness that left him cornered. Khaos had smirked…but it quickly turned into a groan as Ludwig continued to quiver in his confines, still wanting escape, blood, killing. No matter, now he could persevere knowing that Khaos wouldn’t dare kill him wanting his use.

 “Don’t overcomplicate things, you’re stuck here until the next alignment and the more accepting you become, the better, I don’t need you disobeying me.” Like scolding a small child, a feeling that Ludwig intensely hated and it just made his resolve stronger, his wish for escape, a kind of ripping going through the shadowed rope. Khaos had to intensify it before Ludwig could reach an outing.

 “I will disobey, I won’t stop until I’ve seen your skull smashed to pieces!” He shouted, jumping, nearing, two men having to rush and add to the hold, Ludwig trying what he could to shake them off, but the force on him was potent enough, more so when a third had to join.

 Angela had then arrived, especially after she heard the word that quickly spread through the castle, not showing any kind of interest to the new face, but only obedience to Khaos as she stood beside him, fearful and trembling as always.

 “How rude, how brash, certainly no behavior for a king.” Khaos laid with outmost calm, even checking his nails as his men dealt with constraining the invader, who kept on fighting, trying to land some kind of blow on any of them to make this easier and manageable. Not a care Khaos gave as his men suffered any blows or bruises. It was whatever it took to get Ludwig to halt, to accept to his quick defeat.

 “Your majesty, what should we do with him?” Angela questioned, intimidated by the invader’s snarls and piercing savage eyes.

 That moment Ludwig landed a kick on one of the men’s groin, having him fall and even loose breathe just as another came, just as Ludwig managed a blow against one’s head with his own. Khaos laughed, raising his hand yet again, creating a shadow to tie around his mouth, ceasing any kind of movements of his head and neck, only to angry mumbles wanting to bite it off, his eyes rising to Khaos with his still vengeful spirit.

 “Accept him as one of our own, of course.”

 Ludwig detested, detested, detested, the fire in the burn of his eyes growing.

 “But in the meantime, while he reflects and comes to turn to his destiny, he shall be kept in the cellars, our coldest one, that will serve him enough. I’ll keep an eye on him…see if I can…” he began to watch his hands, concocting and brewing ideas that alighted his eyes with excitement. All the possibilities, all the new he could add, and with a whole year before it, a whole year to make him quiver and test the limits of his resistance. Ah yes, a cold and weakened body, to ruins, nothing once what was truly inside him would be released for the new alignment.

 “…rile him up, test a little of what that wretched Romulus left behind for him,” he smirked and decided, waving his hand away as a command to get him moving. Four men had to come to add to the restrain, while Ludwig kept fighting, kept testing those restrains as men continued what they could to barricade him.

 As the room scurried, as all the men began to move, staring to Ludwig’s retreating form, whispers of worry and plan arose. Some wanted to follow and help, others wanted to remain in the room to continue hearing their leader speak of new commands and tasks. Khaos just settled, ignorant of all and just wanting some rest for his thoughts to proceed and plot, wonderful ideas that could get Ludwig to break. Once again it was interrupted by another slam, other steps, an angry kind of intimidating aura that began to reign all across the room…and all so familiar and beautiful one that made Khaos momentarily sway.

 “Now what,” he complained, rolling his eyes, having to awake from his thoughts.

 All the earlier mess stopped in an instant. Between the crowds a single shinning figure made his way between, bravely, with head held high and more intimidating with the addition of a St. Mark walking just as regally beside him. Khaos did not want to think who it was, none of them wanted to, but a new kind of trembling went through all as they began to recognize well the kind of presence that reigned, the powerful steps, strong grip of hands and stature that made one fearful to approach, all moving aside to grant this figure all the necessary space, none daring to disturb, to go against, some even refused to look. Khaos decided to take one last calming breath before he would settle his eyes on this new welcoming, giving a moment of last flight in his mind, a closing, a fall of his head until it could balance itself to look forward, for his eyes to open and meet.

 It was a boy, dressed in very similar whites to Ludwig, but the intensity of his red eyes, of the marks that covered his body, even the intense growl that formed in his mouth didn’t seem to go with the sweetness he had expected from the reports about no other than Feliciano Vargas.

 No, the magic that arose, the intensity, the power…the familiarity.

 This was not Feliciano Vargas, no, but his beloved, his creation, his past wife, all the same radiance and wonder even with intent to kill.

 “Augusta! How long and what luck for me to receive two such important guests in the span of minutes, is there a celebration that I missed? Don’t you worry, I can have my servants whip us a feast in no time,” he dared smile and continue his challenging eyes, arms extended in welcome even as the figure continued to remain in the same harshness he had entered in, bearing so much fire that even Khaos let his hand fall under them, seeming to wonder what could be the problem.

 He was pretending, she knew, hiding and uncaring as always.

 “And here I thought a thousand more years could have changed something about you, but you’re still as ignorant as the days of beginning.” It was rather odd for such a womanly voice to be heard from the figure of a young man, having to go along with the expressions and movements of this past woman, goddess, Ace, like a puppet, a vessel as it should be. Like it was her own body, taking immediate owning of it, she wrapped her arms on her chest, scolding and wanting, one of command that already asked.

 It really was like she was before him once again. It added that Feliciano looked remarkably like her, making it hard for differences to be pointed out.

 “Aw, it’s nice to know that you held some ounce of belief for me,” he brought a hand forward to his chest touched.

 “I believe chances should be granted to all, but you test my belief in that.” No doubt, no backing down, no fear in those eyes, even as Khaos stood trying to intimidate her with his stature, all the men around her with sharp weapons, the very dark dome and pillars that held this castle of evil ruin.  She learned to see it as nothing, confidence shining more with her as the lion beside her took a sitting, showing honor and respect despite the cruelty of this king.

 “It’s like no time has passed. You’re still the same child,” he laughed, beginning his steps down wanting to truly be frontal before her.

 “You out of all dare tell me this? Reason it is enough to burn this vessel of yours to make it as unseemly as you truly are,” she threatened, with ready spite to attack in every movement of his lips.

 Khaos dared come closer, he dared stand right before her, their heat close, sickening and maddening to her, but as a testing she remained as she was, hatred still shinning deep in those eyes. He extended a hand and yet she didn’t budge, the only movement in the room was that of Ludwig’s from afar, who witnessed everything with worry and unsettlement. The men who kept a hold of him had stop to stare at this confrontation between their king and his early first creation, at a distance where Ludwig could see everything, trying harder to release himself, more when he saw Khaos give that deploring closeness to Feliciano. To worsen his fear, he saw as Khaos lay a caressing hand on Feliciano’s cheek, a sick smile that made Ludwig want to punch it out more, intensifying his force in trying to release himself from these grasps.

 “This new vessel you take is quite interesting,” Khaos let himself compliment as Augusta grimaced, as Feliciano trembled inside in deep fear, yet still, yet letting.

 Khaos brought himself closer, for their faces to only lay centimeters by each other, breaths close, more fear igniting in Feliciano below.

 “Even as a man you’re as desirable and beautiful. Yes, I don’t mind it, I like this form very much,” he licked his lips, his closeness beginning for more, riling more Ludwig in his distance, back to his kicking and punching for a release.

 “I can want it,” he grinned, closer and closer, pass barriers neither did Feliciano and Augusta accept.

 There was a sudden burning grip on his arm, lightening in a red glow that buried them in a haze, the intense of her hold showing her anger, her defense and backing of him, of no acceptance to any of the sick thoughts he let himself concoct.

 “I don’t recall granting you permission for this, I don’t recall ever wanting you and I assure you Feliciano has no similar wants,” she scolded, pushing him away, all watching one of those rare moments that Khaos let himself trip, panic and even move back as he shook his arm trying to relieve himself from the heat, the pain, letting his mind begin a healing in the area.

 Augusta, in the guise of Feliciano, stood yet as unaffected, no kind of reaction to the small hurt she caused on the powerful man.

 “How did you get in? Why are you here?” He was losing his patience, growls beginning and anger slowly replacing whatever lust was there earlier.

 “I created this field, I can grant myself whatever entrance and exit I want, it’s as simple as creating enough of an opening,” she explained easily.

 Khaos sent glances to some of his men, who nodded and began marching away, surely to grant themselves an escape for his mission. Augusta could have added that she closed up her entrance just for this to not happen, but she refused to give the energy, they could disappoint and later kill themselves as they tried to escape the new potency of the field which now had newer Ace magic. She only rolled her eyes and settled on him again, wanting to continue his questions.

 “As for my visit, I come reclaiming something back before you taint it more in your horrible magic,” she assured and demanded.

 “What is it that you’re asking?”

 “That you return to my grandson his beloved, his king, I will not let him remain here, I will not let you place a finger on him and intensify to the worst of your own,” she growled, she practically shouted as she wanted to make her decree sure, for once enough to have Ludwig suddenly stopping, a widened that showed through the rest of his body.

 “Oh, you mean Ludwig over there,” Khaos pointed to him as if he was a useless item.

 “Yes, at once, and we’ll be leaving instantly.”

 The crowds awaited for Khaos’s answer, which he postponed to worsen the agitation, even the menace that grew from Feliciano’s body.

 “I cannot do that,” he assured, instantly fuelling the fires of Augusta’s anger.

 “Why?” Her tone harshened, with a monstrous growl that made some of the men quiver in fear, parting more from her side, for they felt the heat strong, ready to burn them.

 “He came here on his own free will, it’s only what he wanted and I am going to give him. With him here earlier than I had expected means that I can strengthen him to what I want, make him a more powerful pawn. I can’t let go of that, now that it’s already here with a year anticipation.”

 It caused Ludwig to fight on more on his side. He still desired to hurt him good, he still wanted to punch him bad.

 “And I will not permit it!” Augusta determined, taking steps closer to him, with points and harshened steps that threatened to break the stone under her.

 “I want him to leave with me right now,” she shadowed, she continued to demand with fury and Khaos was not letting himself fall under it, turn weak, indifference in his eyes, checking his nails, even his wrist, admiring the dark jeweled bracelet he wore.

 “I still won’t, my dear.”

 That did it.

 She forced in a slam Feliciano’s foot to the ground, creating a shaking throughout the whole building, rocks falling, crashes of pillars resounding across the halls, creating worsened shouts and for the men to scurry in fear. Fire began to alight around the room, brightening, burning, some even fell to its clutches, filling the room in shouts and the smell of melting flesh. The jets continued to grow, some fires reaching as high as the dome above them, not a part hidden from her red, nobody saved from sweating, from the light of intensity that had many covering their eyes. Yet Khaos sat as nonchalant, not in the lease disturb, only continuing his angry glares with Augusta, the occurrences around them doing nothing to interrupt them.

 “You cannot defeat me right now and I have more than enough power and men to stop you if you dare to escape,” he reminded with a growl, with anger slowly releasing.

 “But I can make you pain.” She brought Feliciano’s hand forward, piercing right through his chest with the same fires, the same burning and for once did Khaos let himself squirm, to fall out of breath, shout, trying to release himself by scratching tightly to Feliciano’s arm, but even still Augusta continued her hurt, the scratching and destroying of the insides of this vessel, of one of his priced robes, weakening enough for his efforts to do nothing.

 Despite the cringing, his trying for a release, the words Augusta wanted to hear refused to leave his mouth, he still managed a glare, even through the sweating, the greeted teeth, even the blood and burn that oozed down his body, tainting Feliciano’s arm.

 “Nothing,” he managed to growl out, “all this will do is just ruin the vessel and weaken your own. You’re only wasting your magic. Our true battle will take place in the next alignment, not inside the field, the very force would not permit our magic to extend to those of killing, because if not, believe me so I would have ridden of all of you easily.” He spat confidently, tiring yet maintaining his fortitude, his resolve, one Augusta was starting to see clear much to her disappointment…it meant she had to go along with other plans, admitting to the right of some of his words.

 The fires dispersed, she let Feliciano release the hands from the bloodied hole she created, letting Khaos finally breathe what he could as his vessel began its own healing. Feliciano’s hand was now dirtied, Augusta examining it before she cleaned it off in an easy control, as clean without the proof of the small moment of violence she had just created.

 “Very well then,” she accepted, walking away, many for a moment thinking that she would just leave, right out through the entrance she had so easily taken. Then again…would she be willing to leave behind Ludwig with Khaos?

 Instead of the exit, she came forward to the group that still held on to Ludwig, frightened of her to the point that they let go of the prince, confident that the shadow restraint Khaos placed would be enough. With a single pointing of her power he was released, able to move, to breathe properly, to stare to the figure of his beloved as astounded, knowing that at the moment it was Augusta he should respect. To show this he bowed, the lowest he could, practically hiding his face. Augusta would not permit it, setting Feliciano’s hands on his shoulders to raise him. She sent him a respectful gleam and a smile, an assurance of friends.

 “I shall remain here as well then,” she decided, earning a collective gasp from all in the room, even Ludwig, who instantly was ready to refuse if Augusta hadn’t raised a finger silencing him. Even Khaos’s expression was that of surprise, staring on and wondering if he had really heard her acceptance to stay, to drag in Feliciano as well.

 “You wouldn’t dare,” Khaos challenged.

 “All I’ve ever done is dare you, so yes, I shall remain, unless you let us leave,” she assured, hoping it could test him some more, but Khaos only glared, resting on his throne in acceptance, even if angered.

 “All right, it will bound to make things interesting until the alignment. Welcome then my dear,” he smiled sinisterly, surely ideas that Augusta had to calm Feliciano about in her mind, assuring him with ideas and ways for him to stand brave for their second plan.

 “I’m doing this as a way to watch over Ludwig, to make sure you do nothing to him,” she glared on, brushing some dust of Ludwig’s pristine white suit, if still some parts ruined with cuts and blood stains because of his earlier fight with Khaos’s men.

 Khaos chuckled, all a joke to him, a show. “I believe it’s better. I can watch over you and Feliciano as well, and hey, perhaps Ludwig can rid of you quicker here,” Khaos delighted at the thought, smiling splendidly with expectation.

 Augusta decided to ignore and roll her eyes, focusing once again on Ludwig…or was she? There was a deepening in her eyes, a loving intent, her hands caressing way too intimately his face, finding, searching, a hopeful smile that Ludwig couldn’t help grinning back to. He had to remind himself that he held that spirit of Romulus that she so desired and hoped was still out there, and to know he was inside him, her own grandson’s beloved, her dear friend Soren’s own great grandson. It was a wonderful meeting that left her glowing, with greetings to a past and with hope for an amazing future. Then she took notice of Ludwig as he was, away from the meanings he held in his soul. He was as handsome as Soren had been at his age, strong, kindness in his eyes…even fear with the occurrences going on around them, yet brave, determined, obsolete and forward. Soren’s lineage created an amazing king, a perfect companion for his own Feliciano, with just the heart to be a Queen.

 “Are you going to stay like this?” Keron wondered to many things, one being her commanding of Feliciano’s body and the very scene before him that disgusted, bringing annoyance to his expression.

 “No…but don’t you dare think I won’t be watching, don’t you dare try a thing against Ludwig or Feliciano, or you will suffer more of my fury. Even if I can’t kill you I will try anything that will make you cringe as you just did, and trust me Keron, I can find new ways.”

 Khaos had to try really hard to hide his shiver.

 “That’s my last warning and offer, head to them and we will later see how our next facing will go.” She gave him one final glare before she turned completely to Ludwig.

 “So be it,” he nodded, but yet other plans settled in his mind.

 Augusta extended her hands and gave one last dear caress to Ludwig’s jaw, one last look and longing before she brought Feliciano’s body closer, to lay in the comfort of his shoulder, enough for a sweetness many simply thought of as an exaggerated display, but Augusta used it as a disguise.

 “Do not worry, I have given Feliciano a plan, he shall explain everything later in private,” were her last words before she began her leave, her return to Feliciano’s inner soul, giving him his reign back, his weakness, his haze, dizziness, quickly stumbling in Ludwig’s hold. Feliciano groaned, his head panging deeply, trying to regain order, movement, even a proper stand as his surroundings continued to spin. Ludwig held to him immediately, his grip strong, arms around him, raising his head to him as a sort of comfort.

 “Ludwig…Ludwig!” Feliciano exclaimed in sudden glowing joy, jumping and wrapping his arms around him in the same love, in the same lost of each other, giving them a small moment of peace, of relief, of coming back to each other, Feliciano truly as he was.

 Surprisingly none of the men around them did anything to stop this, confused, questioning, hoping for some kind of command by Khaos, but for now he stared on to this with continuing annoyance, rolling his eyes, then wanting to be immediate in his next orders.

 “Take Ludwig to one of the furnished prisoner rooms,” he suddenly commanded, force in his voice like a snap, enough for the men to fall back into action.

 “What?” Feliciano questioned as he gave a moment to turn away, just the distraction for the man to take as a holding, pulling the lovers away, instant disagreement in their shouts, in their kicks and pushes.

 “You gave your word not to do anything to us,” Feliciano managed to shout, just as Ludwig was once again tied in shadows, double on his chest and hips, around his mouth, neck and now even hands. It drove Feliciano to act more, to try his own punch and kicks despite his weakness, his missing throws and how it hurt him when he did collide with another body.

 “Oh how cute, you do have bite, interesting.” Khaos smirked, with his ever elegance coming closer. He didn’t put any binding on Feliciano, his men took easy control of his body, his magic too weak, the very binding of the field, enough for both the intruders to fall into silence, to listen to the king.

 “I said Ludwig would be taken to a prisoner room, much more decent than the cellar I had in mind. He can rest and be comfortable, much to my disappointment. Now as for you my dear.” He brought himself closer to the arising Queen, his brown eyes with his own shake, fear, growing tears, truly his emotion, his terror. To worsen it, Khaos brought a hand to take his chin, turning it as he pleased to admired the lovely form of this new coming queen’s face, very similar to how Augusta’s had been, with the rose of her cheeks, her luscious lips and the soft curls. He had to make use of it, a sicken smile on his lips again, many alarms going through Feliciano’s entire being.

 “Take his highness to the Queen’s room, only fitting, let him be attended well, I shall invite him to dinner tomorrow.” He expected, delighted, a smile that any host could hold, but it didn’t fit with the fact that it was Khaos, that this was the dark castle inside the field, both the only Hearts, no moment giving calm to Feliciano to think that Khaos could be kind and forgiven now.

 “Take them away,” he commanded lastly before he turned away to other halls, to other matters, the swoon of his robes like an erase to keep them behind, uncaring to the continued fights the two made as they were beginning to be moved away.

 “Ludwig! Ludwig!” Feliciano managed to constantly call out to him, trying to find escape, hoping the reach of his hand could do something to bring him close once again.

 Before he knew it, doors were shut in his face and he was taken elsewhere.

#Feliciano and the King of Hearts #fatkoh #f&tkoh #gerita #gerita fanfiction #gerita fanfic #gerita fic

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Mikel Arteta is expected to be confirmed as Unai Emery’s permanent successor on Thursday (Picture: Getty)After a nearly a month’s worth of dithering, Arsenal finally appear set to confirm Mikel Arteta as Unai Emery’s permanent successor. The former Paris Saint-Germain coach was put out of his misery following a calamitous Europa League defeat against Eintracht Frankfurt, played out in front of a half empty Emirates Stadium, which capped a run of just one win in nine matches. Interim head coach Freddie Ljungberg has failed to restore the feel-good factor, or spark an improvement in results, with Sunday’s defeat against Manchester City, a 3-0 drubbing on home soil, spelling out the seismic task Arteta appears ready to take on. The club’s former captain, of course, came close to succeeding Arsene Wenger in the summer of 2018 before the board reneged at the last minute, taking the supposedly risk-free option of appointing a head coach with a proven track record in the shape of Emery. Arteta, now, arguably faces an even tougher job given he is inheriting a horribly unbalanced squad mid-season and is unlikely to be granted significant funds in the January transfer window. The social media utterings of Pierre-Emerick Aubameyang’s brother suggests at least one high-profile member of the Arsenal squad is less than enthralled at the prospect of a novice taking up the reins, but the north London club have overlooked the credentials of more experienced candidates in favour of hoping some of Pep Guardiola’s stardust has rubbed off on his assistant. Aside from his affiliation with Guardiola, little is known about Arteta’s coaching philosophy but the 37-year-old did give Arsenal.com a detailed interview back in 2014 which does shed some light on what supporters could expect once his appointment is confirmed… How long has he been thinking about management?Mikel Arteta retired from playing at the end of the 2015/16 season (Picture: Getty)‘My team-mates are always going ‘What are you going to do Miki? You’re going to be a manager, you should be a manager!’ ‘I know what the job means and I know how hard it is, especially when I look at the boss and see how many hours he puts in here. You need to sacrifice your family all over again, which I’ve done since I was 15. ‘But I would love to manage a squad of players and staff – I’ve got it inside me, it’s true, and I want to do it. First of all I want to make the most of my playing career, because I’m 32 and in this game you never know whether you’ll end up carrying on until 34, 35 or 36. ‘After that, I’m certainly going to stay involved in football because I think I’ve got something to add. I would like to prove myself, and prove my ideas about managing and encouraging people to do things in the way I believe is best.’ What would his philosophy be?Arsenal’s stars would have to be 120% committed under Mikel Arteta’s regime (Picture: Getty)‘My philosophy will be clear. I will have everyone 120% committed, that’s the first thing. If not, you don’t play for me. When it’s time to work it’s time to work, and when it’s time to have fun then I’m the first one to do it, but that commitment is vital. Then I want the football to be expressive, entertaining. I cannot have a concept of football where everything is based on the opposition. ‘We have to dictate the game, we have to be the ones taking the initiative, and we have to entertain the people coming to watch us. I’m 100% convinced of those things, and I think I could do it.’ What system would he play?Unai Emery constantly tinkered with formations and personnel during his 18 months at the helm (Picture: Getty)‘I think you need to adapt. You can have an idea of a system, but you need to be able to transform it depending on the players you have – how much pace you have up front, how technical your team is, what types of risk you can take and whether your players are ready to take those risks. ‘It’s important to analyse your players because you can’t always play the same way. There have to be different details and changes in how you approach things, and you have to look at how you can hurt whoever you are playing against. Is there something they don’t like to do? ‘If so, we’re going to make them do plenty of it. Then the most important thing for the manager is that, the Friday before the game, you imagine what’s going to happen on the Saturday. And if what happens on Saturday is not what I had planned, then it’s not been good enough from me.’ Who are his biggest managerial influences?Mikel Arteta has been learning his trade under Pep Guardiola at Manchester City (Picture: Getty)‘One is Arsène Wenger, of course – he has a philosophy that he’s never going to change because he really believes in it. ‘That is the most important thing, because if you don’t really believe in something then you’ll just change it after one bad result and drive your players crazy. Another is Pep Guardiola, who I’ve known since I was 15. ‘The way he sees football is always to look ahead, then further ahead, always improving. Then there’s Mauricio Pochettino – he was my captain at PSG and I always knew he would become a manager. Mikel Arteta claimed he always knew his former PSG teammate Mauricio Pochettino would become a top manager (Picture: Reuters)‘He has taken a lot of influence from Marcelo Bielsa, who was his coach with Argentina; they used to talk about things a lot, and now you can see that his teams are really aggressive, both when attacking and defending. ‘He takes a lot of risks, the players enjoy playing for him, his decisions are always sound and he’s got a good personality. I’ve admired Pochettino ever since I was young; he really looked after me when I was at PSG as well.’ MORE: ARSENAL FC Arsenal board warn Mikel Arteta over January transfersCarlo Ancelotti 'disappointed' by Arsenal decision to hire Mikel ArtetaArsene Wenger sends support to Arsenal star Mesut Ozil #MikelArteta #ArsenalFC #ArseneWenger

#MikelArteta #ArsenalFC #ArseneWenger

[hachidorinoko]

ABOUT

Akamine Tenji “Angel” ||  赤嶺典二 「天使」

Following in his father Sunao’s footsteps, Tenji moved from his hometown in Gifu to Yokohama in order to study dentistry. During his studies, he picked up a part time job as a host and realised that despite his childhood ambitions and intentions to make his family proud, this unusual line of work was the excitement that his life had been lacking. While he had to step back from his first host job at Club Rainbow when it was found out that he was only eighteen years old, his determination quickly found him another host role in Yokohama Club Quinta, working for Hamamoto of the Yamanobu-gumi, and giving him a first glimpse into the world of organised crime.

Soon, Tenji found himself putting his host work over his studies, and made the decision to take a year out from university to further his newly-found ambition, ultimately quitting university without telling his parents. (Verses branch here, see verses list for more information!)

Tenji has an exceptional echoic memory for chatter, and this earned him some sway in Club Quinta, working as an informant for the Yamanobu-gumi under Hamamoto. He is aware of this skill and keen to put it to use, finding that it gives him a bit of an edge in the industry. He is accustomed to the lavish lifestyle of a host, and often finds his coffers empty as he tries to keep up with the latest fashions and to continue showing off this season’s must-haves which every socialite ought to flaunt. His student loan long-since having gone down the pan, he occasionally scrounges funding from his doting parents who are oblivious to his excessive lifestyle.

(Faceclaim: Hiro Mizushima // Original Artwork by Me)

GENERAL

Full Name: 赤嶺蓮二 (Akamine Tenji; although he spells his name 天使 (Tenshi) in his host role) He was named after his grandfather, who was a bank manager. Nickname: Angel, Little Prince Reason for nickname: Angel is the English translation of the kanji in his host name. He collects items with the word Angel on them, has many shirts with the word and wing motif. His favourite ring is a fake Angel Heart ring by Adam Schaffer. Age: Verse dependant; In Clover, 21. Diamondé, 19. Prism, 23. Palace, 18-20. Stardust, 36. Sex: Male Gender: Male Place of Birth: Gifu-shi, Gifu Birthday: September 4th Currently living in: Verse dependant, generally in Yokohama or Nerima-ku. Species/Race: Human Ethnicity: Japanese Blood Type: B Occupation: Verse dependant, generally University Student/Host Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Social Status: Middle Class Relationship Status: Verse dependant, Single.

APPEARANCE

Body Build: Lean, Tenji finds it very difficult to build bulk, although he tries to stay toned, knowing that his face and his body are his career. Height: 168cm, 5′ 5″. Weight: 53kg Skin colour: Naturally pale-faced, he covers himself head to toe in orangey fake tan. Hair style: Bleached to within an inch of its life; backcombed and curled. Hair colour: Naturally dark, but dyed caramel blonde. Eye colour: dark brown; often wears coloured contacts, usually blue dolly lenses to make his irises appear bigger. Distinguishing Features: Tenji has a nautical star tattoo on the left side of his neck. Preferred Clothing: He wears flashy suits for work, distressed jeans and branded t-shirts/vests outside. Lots of black, grey, white and silver. Accessories: Thick, heavy silver accessories - always wears a few big rings and a necklace, often more. He is experimenting with a more mature, bohemian style, but he always goes back to his staples which gives him a very Shibuya street gyaru-o look.

MENTAL/EMOTIONAL STATE

Archetype: ESFP-T (Entertainer)

If anyone is to be found spontaneously breaking into song and dance, it is the Entertainer personality type. Entertainers get caught up in the excitement of the moment, and want everyone else to feel that way, too. No other personality type is as generous with their time and energy as Entertainers when it comes to encouraging others, and no other personality type does it with such irresistible style. 

Mental age: 17 Act before thinking/Think before acting?: Think before acting Emotion-wise, generally: Happy, though he is known to force cheer when he's not really feeling it, because he wants the people around him to feel happy.

CONVERSATION

Way of speaking: Polite, but a little laddish; curious, always asking questions and trying his best to listen to the answers. Common conversation starter: Generally commentary on people's clothing, or the way they present themselves, as this is often the first thing he is able to make a judgement on. Swears?: He tries to avoid it, as he wants to seem approachable and jolly. Made-up words?: Not really, though he has fallen into using host slang to feel part of the “in-crowd”.

LIKES/DISLIKES

Likes: Hummingbirds/wings – he has a lot of pieces of jewellery and clothing with a hummingbird and/or wing motif. Silver jewellery – he is very conscious of the latest fashions and likes to have the branded In-Thing. Karaoke – he wants to be the life and soul of the party, and karaoke is a very good way to get others to open up. Drinking all night. Korean BBQ, champagne, baths, summer.

Dislikes: Rain – he hates getting wet when he's on his way somewhere. Jazz – he finds it really boring and irritating. Coffee dates - he would much rather be out doing something. Sudden loud noises.

HOBBIES

Watching mindless variety shows on TV. Karaoke. He is a big fan of Takarazuka.

HABITS

Says "Woah" a bit too often.

STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES

Strengths: Bold. Loyal. Stylish and aesthetically pleasing. Observant. Good listener. Good memory. Spontaneous. Weakness: Can be quite greedy and spoilt. Oversensitive. Easily bored. Poor at long-term planning, preferring to live in the moment. Bad at handling conflict, would rather ignore it or just try to say what somebody needs to hear rather than dealing with the core issue.

EDUCATION/INTELLIGENCE

Education: Dropped out of university in second or third year. Emotional intelligence: Tenji is skilled at expressing his feelings, and has a generally positive outlook on life.  He suffers shame at small inconveniences which might not bother anybody else and struggles when he is told no, but is able to move on from such situations quite quickly and move on without dwelling on them for longer than an hour or so.

SECRETS

Hasn't told his parents that he'd dropped out of uni, and is still sending them messages telling them how well he'd doing, going as far as to fake test results and certifications.

FEARS

Disappointing his parents. He loves them very much, but hasn't had the courage to tell them that the life they have planned out for him is not the one he wants.

DREAMS/GOALS

Wants to become the best host in Kamurocho.  He hasn't really thought beyond that. If he weren’t doing that, he would be trying to make his way as a TV personality of some sort.

FAVOURITES

Food: Zaru Soba, Karaage, Bibinbap, Gyudon topped with raw egg Colour: Gunmetal Animal: Hummingbird Number: 777 Holiday: Obon. Any excuse to hit the beach! Season: Summer Time of day: Late night Movie: The Lost Boys Genre of music: Japanese Rock & Pops Band/Artist: Kuroyume/Kiyoharu Album: FAKE STAR ~I’m just Japanese Fake Rocker~ - Kuroyume Genre of literature: Chick Lit/YA Fantasy

#[tenji] #[about] #[headcanon]

[adramoetic]

I was tagged by the amazing @iliveonthenet, so here I am~ (so, very, very late but here I am)

Rules: Answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people

I’m tagging: @reblogin-stuff @yukihimeasu @ciraceru @giuliariotti @sheepibum @hydrotropicgirl @isamadmurder @mikaylafrashure @anotherstoneintoourpalm @liszts88keys and whoever else wants. I’m too lazy to go on. Feel free to do it or ignore it.

THE LAST:

1. Drink: chai latte 2. Phone call: eeeh, someone from a travel agency, i think 3. Text message: a sibling 4. Song you listened to: Kimi to Hitsuji to Ao - RADWIMPS 5. Time you cried: last week, either wednesday/thursday night

HAVE YOU:

6. Dated someone twice: no? 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: ya 8. Been cheated on: I don’t think so? 9. Lost someone special: unfortunately 10. Been depressed: arguably 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: nope

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:

12-14: green, violet, pink

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. Made new friends: yes! 16. Fallen out of love: ... I guess! 17. Laughed until you cried: also yes!! 18. Found out someone was talking about you: I don’t think so 19. Met someone who changed you: yes

20. Found out who your friends are: no??

GENERAL:

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: I think most of them, but then I don’t use fb all that much so... 23. Do you have any pets: yes! two cats <3 24. Do you want to change your name: it’s too late for that, I’m too used to it 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: I bought a bunch of books 26. What time did you wake up: at 5:30 am because WORK 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: trying to sleep 28. Name something you can’t wait for: feeling at home again 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: like five minutes ago 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: I wish I could stick to doing one thing until I got it done instead of getting bored halfway and disappointing myself 31. What are you listening right now: Apotheosis - Journey OST 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: maybe?? 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: I don’t like sharing the things that I think are mine 34. Most visited Website: Tumblr, TVtropes, AO3 35. Mole/s: a few 36. Mark/s: less so 37. Childhood dream: I wanted to write 38. Haircolor: brown 39. Long or short hair: short 40. Do you have a crush on someone: eh 41. What do you like about yourself: I’m adaptable 42. Piercings: for earrings 43. Bloodtype: the most common one, probably 44. Nickname: diminutives of my name 45. Relationship status: All is for my Lord! (thanks, tvtropes) 46. Zodiac: Gemini 47. Pronouns: she/her 48. Favorite TV Show: oh boy, i have a weakness for things like criminal minds, cold case, hawaii 5-0, hannibal and ben ten omniverse 49. Tattoos: none 50. Right or left hand: right 51. Surgery: for my appendix 52. Hair dyed in different color: no 53. Sport: I’m supposed to go swimming once a week 54. (question wasn’t here): totally 55. Vacation: I want to visit Greece, maybe Ireland 56. Pair of trainers: mostly for decoration

MORE GENERAL:

57. Eating: some kind of muffin 58. Drinking: still drinking chai (it’s cold now) 59. I’m about to: go to bed 62. Want: more time, less fear, to be brave 63. Get married: maybe 64. Career: translator

WHICH IS BETTER

65. Hugs or kisses: hugs 66. Lips or eyes: eyes 67. Shorter or taller: look, everybody is taller than me SO... 68. Older or younger: it doesn’t matter 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: nice bone structure 71. Sensitive or loud: it depends 72. Hook up or relationship: it also depends 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: ... (it depends)

HAVE YOU EVER:

74. Kissed a Stranger: i guess 75. Drank hard liquor: not really 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: no 77. Turned someone down: yes 78. Sex on the first date: no 79. Broken someone’s heart: not that I know of 80. Had your heart broken: yes 81. Been arrested: no 82. Cried when someone died: yes 83. Fallen for a friend: not really

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84. Yourself: in a way 85. Miracles: common miracles 86. Love at first sight: I think you can end up loving someone you liked at first sight 87. Santa Claus: not in the traditional sense 88. Kiss on the first date: it depends

OTHER:

90. Current best friend name: Luz 91. Eye color: dark brown 92. Favorite movie: Stardust

#Tumblr Games #i hereby bestow my greatness upon this blog

[johnabradley]

EXCLUSIVE: PRINCE HARRY ON CHAOS AFTER DIANA'S DEATH AND WHY THE WORLD NEEDS 'THE MAGIC' OF THE ROYAL FAMILY

It is one of the most poignant images of mourning in modern times, and perhaps one of the cruelest: a 12-year-old Prince Harry, head bowed and fists clenched, marching in the funeral procession behind his mother’s coffin. He, along with his older brother, Prince William; his father, Prince Charles; his grandfather, the Duke of Edinburgh; and his maternal uncle, Charles Spencer, walked slowly through the heart of London on September 6, 1997. Seven days earlier, the beautiful, charismatic and unpredictable Princess Diana had died in a car crash in Paris. She was 36.

Her funeral was nearly 20 years ago, but Harry’s recollection of that tragic day can still overwhelm him. “My mother had just died, and I had to walk a long way behind her coffin, surrounded by thousands of people watching me while millions more did on television,” he tells Newsweek . His face hardens. “I don’t think any child should be asked to do that, under any circumstances. I don’t think it would happen today.”

The prince readily admits that he was scarred by that day, by his mother’s death, and was adrift for decades. He ran with a wealthy, fast set, and smoked and drank too much. He also once wore Nazi clothing at a fancy dress party and was photographed in 2012 partying naked in Las Vegas, with scantily clad women. He was the world’s most eligible bachelor—and a royal pain.

Now, however, he exudes a combination of royal stardust, accessibility, confidence and mischief, a mixture that reminds many people of his mother. His journey from rebellious outsider to one of the world’s most popular royals has required much soul-searching, and there is still some way to go, but he is proud of what he has accomplished and restless to do much more. He tells me several times that he aches to be “something other than Prince Harry.”

For the best part of the past year, Newsweek was given generous access to follow Prince Harry, now 32, as he went about his royal duties. I went to speak with him one-on-one at Kensington Palace, where he lives in a two-bedroom cottage on the central London grounds while his brother and his wife, Kate, have a 22-room apartment in the palace.

When we meet, Harry, wearing an open-necked, ice-blue shirt, brown chinos and gray suede shoes, leaps out of his armchair to greet me. He talks with warmth and energy but is also quite guarded. He is surprisingly relaxed when talking about his transformation over the past few years.

“My search began when I was in my mid-20s,” Harry tells me. “I needed to fix the mistakes I was making.” In April, he revealed on a podcast that bottling up his grief over his mother’s death led to two years of “total chaos,” and that he was “very close” to a breakdown several times. When he was 28, on William’s advice, he sought professional help.

“My mother died when I was very young. I didn’t want to be in the position I was in, but I eventually pulled my head out of the sand, started listening to people and decided to use my role for good. I am now fired up and energized and love charity stuff, meeting people and making them laugh,” he says. “I sometimes still feel I am living in a goldfish bowl, but I now manage it better. I still have a naughty streak too, which I enjoy and is how I relate to those individuals who have got themselves into trouble.”

He says maintaining his “ordinary life” is a high priority. “My mother took a huge part in showing me an ordinary life, including taking me and my brother to see homeless people. Thank goodness I’m not completely cut off from reality. People would be amazed by the ordinary life William and I live. I do my own shopping. Sometimes, when I come away from the meat counter in my local supermarket, I worry someone will snap me with their phone. But I am determined to have a relatively normal life, and if I am lucky enough to have children, they can have one too.” He pauses, then adds, “Even if I was king, I would do my own shopping.”

Harry’s determination to be ordinary seems reflected in his love life. His girlfriend, Meghan Markle, might be a well-known actress, but she is also a divorcée, a vocal feminist and American, none of which conforms to the stereotype of a royal consort.

The prince can be fiercely protective of Meghan—and of their ability to have something approximating an ordinary relationship. In November, at his request, Kensington Palace put out a statement complaining about the “ wave of abuse and harassment…the smear on the front page of a national newspaper; the racial undertones of comment pieces; and the outright sexism and racism of social media trolls.” It continued: “Prince Harry is worried about Ms. Markle’s safety and is deeply disappointed that he has not been able to protect her. It is not right that a few months into a relationship with him Ms. Markle should be subjected to such a storm.”

One person close to the prince says Harry is not rushing to “get things done”—royal-speak for proposing. “They obviously get on very well and have a lot in common, but they have not known each other that long. They need to find out if they can have an ordinary relationship within a very unusual setting. I don’t think anything will happen until the end of the year.”

Does the prince ever worry that too much “ordinary” might make the royal family too accessible and take away its mystery? “It’s a tricky balancing act,” he says. “We don’t want to dilute the magic….The British public and the whole world need institutions like it.”

The prince knows it is easy to mock his quest for “ordinary” while he lives in a palace, is ferried around in limousines with blackened windows and can use his contacts to get what he wants. Few people could get through to the head of the British army, as Harry did when he was told he had to leave his unit in Afghanistan for security reasons; the prince was lobbying to stay on the battlefield. More recently, he persuaded the Natural History Museum to stay open late one night so he and Meghan could commune with the dinosaurs in private.

He also seems to know that millions of people don’t want him to be just another bloke. Nearly everyone he met when I followed him on his royal duties was thrilled to be talking to, as one said, “an actual prince.”

And Harry appeared to be engaged when talking to children, wounded veterans and whoever else crossed his path as he made his rounds. He appears to have a genuine ability to connect with people and in particular to help soldiers and other people of all ages and types overcome their hurdles.

Having admitted he “shut down” his emotions for nearly two decades, Harry is now keen to show the world he is a passionate, emotional person. “Sometimes, I can have too much passion,” he says with a smile. “It has got me into trouble in the past, partly because I cannot stand the idea of people mincing around the subject rather than just getting on with it.”

One of the many things Harry is eager to “get on with” is an overhaul of the British monarchy—he, William and Kate appear determined to drag it into the 21st century. “The monarchy is a force for good,” he says, “and we want to carry on the positive atmosphere that the queen has achieved for over 60 years, but we won’t be trying to fill her boots.”

William, second in line to the throne, will likely follow Prince Charles as King, and while William is popular, Harry’s charm and energy have been particularly helpful in the younger generation’s revival of a brand that after Diana’s death—and several other misfortunes that befell the royal family around the same time—seemed almost fatally damaged. “We are involved in modernizing the British monarchy. We are not doing this for ourselves but for the greater good of the people…. Is there any one of the royal family who wants to be king or queen? I don’t think so, but we will carry out our duties at the right time.”

The amount of charity work he, William and Kate will do—which has been a huge part of the queen’s public persona—will be more focused. Until last year, the queen was patron of more than 600 charities, and the royal family supported 3,000. By the time William becomes king, those numbers will have plummeted, but a source close to Harry insists this is not due to laziness. (Royal officials prefer to remain anonymous in order to speak more freely about the family.) “They want instead to concentrate on specific charities that they research thoroughly first and then get involved in on a regular basis. The one thing they don’t want is to be seen as a group of celebrities.”

Harry seconds that. “We use our time wisely,” he says. “We don’t want to turn up, shake hands but not get involved.”

Harry sees himself as having three core roles in a working life that isn’t exactly a career but is as close to one as he’s ever likely to have. The first is to honor and extend his mother’s legacy. “I intuitively know what my mother would like me to do and want to progress with work she couldn’t complete.” Twenty years ago, when irrational fear of being infected with HIV/AIDS was at its height, Diana was photographed touching an HIV-positive man, and that one gesture altered public attitudes. (“I’d like to be a queen of people’s hearts,” Diana once told a TV interviewer; the moniker stuck, especially after her death.) Last December, Harry had an HIV test in Barbados before a bevy of photographers.

In 2006, he founded the charity Sentebale with Prince Seeiso, a member of Lesotho’s royal family who also lost his mother when he was young. Sentebale, which means “forget me not,” commemorates the mothers of both princes by helping vulnerable children in the southern African country, which has the second highest HIV rate in the world. Harry is also patron of the anti-mines charity the HALO Trust, pursuing his mother’s goal to “rid the world of land mines.”

His second role is to support the queen, now 91, who is steadily passing on some of her duties to her grandchildren. “The queen has been fantastic in letting us choose,” he says. “She tells us to take our time and really think things through.”

The third strand of his working life is something previous generations of stiff-upper-lip royals would never have countenanced for a moment: Harry is determined to break the stigma surrounding mental health issues. This is something he, William and Kate are doing with the support of the British government. “They have the money. We have the voice,” he says.

He confesses that his charity efforts in that regard have enabled him to work through some of his own issues. On more than one occasion when I’m with him, he declares, “I believe a leopard can change its spots.” It seems clear he is speaking, at least in part, about himself.

In 2012, Harry, William and Kate launched the Royal Foundation. Full Effect, one of its offshoots, aims to give kids, many of whom come from deprived backgrounds and are at risk of being drawn into gangs, a love of sports, which it is hoped will motivate them to take a more positive path. I accompanied Harry on a visit to a Full Effect project in the city of Nottingham in central England.

His first stop was outside Nottingham’s National Ice Centre, where about 30 9-year-old boys and girls weren’t at all interested in his “ordinary” side. They wanted the pageantry, the aura; Harry was dressed casually in a navy shirt with the sleeves rolled up and his shirt tails not quite tucked into his brown jeans, and he clearly didn’t care whether people curtsied or bowed when meeting him. Instead, he cracked one-liners and made the boys and girls laugh and relax. The children stared wide-eyed as he threw rugby balls to the boys and kicked a football around.

After about 20 minutes, he talked to a group of 16- to 24-year-olds who were part of a Royal Foundation initiative offering a chance to train as a sports coach. Most of these young people came from dysfunctional homes, didn’t fit in with the school system and so far had had very few opportunities in life. One told me he had to get his seven siblings to school every morning before he could come to work.

Next stop was the Russell Youth Centre in St. Ann’s, a deprived area that has a renowned Community Recording Studio run by Trevor Rose. Harry has been a regular visitor since 2013. “This place is a safe haven even for kids who have been banned from school, youth and sports centers,” Rose says. “Many have been stabbed, thrown out of their home and have to deal with alcohol and drug issues, as well as low confidence and self-esteem.”

Before Harry arrived, most of the teenagers seemed too cool to care about a royal visit, but Rose wasn’t worried. “When you work with young people who are at-risk, they don’t trust people easily, but when Harry walks in, you’ll see he is one of the boys.”

And he was. Harry shook lots of hands, slapped the boys on the back, hugged the girls and cracked jokes. Within minutes, he was surrounded by formerly oh-so-cool teenagers pleading with him to share a selfie, which he readily did.

“It really makes a difference to the children to know they have a prince watching over them,” Rose says. “Not that Harry is what you would expect of a prince. He doesn’t just want to shake hands and say hello. He has instead become part of their journey. I believe his dedication is partly because it helps put his own life into perspective.”

Harry was educated at the elite Eton College school (he disliked it) and then served in the army for 10 years and flew combat missions in Afghanistan. He loved being part of a combat unit in Afghanistan and was devastated when he was ordered off the front lines because it was feared he’d be too tantalizing a target for every Taliban fighter for miles around, putting himself and his comrades in extraordinary peril.

His army experience clearly made him a different, better person and gave him a very personal mission: to advocate for wounded servicemen and women. In 2014, he created, then launched, the Paralympic Invictus Games, which was a huge hit and is now an annual event.

Speaking about trauma and depression was the focus at the Emergency Operations Centre for London Ambulance Service, which takes about 5,000 medical emergency calls a day and dispatches ambulances around London. This visit was to promote Time to Talk Day, an offshoot of the Heads Together campaign to destigmatize mental health issues. Harry once again reached back to his experience on the front line in Afghanistan to empathize with the ambulance dispatchers and paramedics. He recalled how, when he was a helicopter pilot, he would evacuate injured servicemen and women. “You land, hand them over and then are radioed to do something else,” he said. “You never find out how that guy or girl lived or died.” Then, turning to a couple of male paramedics, he added: “It’s amazing what you guys have to deal with every single day. You don’t know what you are going to get. You can be attacked, abused, everything. It’s not human to come away from that and not think you will be affected. Well done, you.”

He chatted at length with father of four Dan Farnworth, a paramedic from Blackpool suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder after dealing with a particularly difficult case involving child abuse in which the child died. Farnworth talked about being in “a really dark place” and how scared he was to admit that because it could have meant he’d not be allowed to work.

Harry nodded—and spoke to Farnworth more like a psychotherapist than a buttoned-up royal. “It’s really important to speak out. If you keep concerns to yourself for weeks, months or years, they become a real problem. It is not weakness. It is strength to come forward, talk about it and move on. I know people don’t want to come forward because they don’t want to risk losing their job. But then they risk losing their job because they can’t cope.”

That empathy is perhaps most on display when Harry interacts with the kind of men and women he served alongside in the military. I also joined Harry on a visit to the Help for Heroes recovery center. It was a clear, cold day, and a small group of men were chatting as they made long wooden struts for the door of the Iron Age house—a therapeutic building project. Close by was a roaring fire that kept them warm and would later help provide a hot lunch.

They were all former British soldiers who had been seriously wounded in battle. Although their physical wounds had largely healed, they had come to take advantage of the Hidden Wounds psychological and well-being service, a program that Help for Heroes offers to veterans suffering from depression, stress, anger, anxiety and problems with alcohol. Harry was both compassionate and jokey with them, and he acknowledged to the veterans—and again to me later—that he missed both the camaraderie of army life and its “black humor.”

His first question to Mike Day, a former sniper commander who was hit by a grenade in Afghanistan in 2009 and whose injuries included a broken back and shrapnel in his head and body, went right to the core: “So what has been the biggest effect on you?”

Day thought for a moment, then said softly, “I am no longer me.”

It was a moving and delicate moment, but Harry wasn’t thrown. “One of your biggest struggles must be living rather than just existing,” he said.

Day nodded. “I come here once a month for four days, and it brings out the best in me.”

Harry’s support team seemed hesitant about whether to move him on to his next appointment. “Well done, guys,“ he said to the soldiers as he left.

“We share the uniform,” the prince tells me soon after the visit. “I see a lot of myself in these guys. They want an opportunity to prove themselves and be someone.”

When Harry is on duty, he is steadfastly animated and friendly, but in quieter moments he can often seem tense and irritable. For sure, he’s lived a life of extraordinary privilege, but he has also suffered considerable pain in his 32 years. His parents were a horrible mismatch, and they separated after a fairy-tale-turned-nightmare marriage of 11 years. Charles went back to his long-term lover, Camilla Parker Bowles; Diana had a variety of lovers, the last of whom was Dodi Fayed, the son of Mohamed al-Fayed, the former owner of mega-store Harrods. He died with her in that car crash in Paris.

When asked about his family, Harry talks readily about the queen—“She is so remarkable”—and his late mother—“She had the most wonderful sense of humor and always wanted to make things fun for us, as well as protect us.” He says less about William and Kate, and almost nothing about his father or his stepmother. The world now knows how unhappy that relationship made his mother, and her sons.

There was no filling the hole left by Diana’s death, and Harry seemed to be growing up without someone emotionally available he could lean on. Kate has helped fill some of that gap. When she and William got engaged, Harry called her the big sister he never had. He often pops into their apartment at Kensington Palace, where she cooks him a meal—roast chicken is reportedly a particular favorite.

Harry and William have very different personalities. “Emotionally, they are very unalike,” a royal insider says. “Harry wears his heart on his sleeve. William is introverted and reclusive. They are bonded together by the unique position they are in and the experience of losing their mother very young. But they don’t live in each other’s pockets, and while William was at university, they didn’t see much of each other at all.” Another member of Harry’s inner circle further delineates the differences between the two princes: “William was more successful academically, but when it comes to dealing with people, Harry knocks the spots off both him and Kate, especially with children. Harry is passionate about them and is a natural, which neither William nor Kate are.” Having their own has no doubt helped.

Harry has a more practical side. “I can do most things with my hands,” he says. That is one reason why serving in the British army suited him so well. At the end of 2007, he was secretly flown out to Afghanistan and worked as a forward air controller in Helmand province, guiding fighter jets to suspected Taliban targets. Ten weeks in, his tour of duty was leaked by the press, and he was pulled out for security reasons. “I felt very resentful,” he says. “Being in the army was the best escape I’ve ever had. I felt as though I was really achieving something.”

In 2012, he was allowed to return to Afghanistan , where he commanded an attack helicopter at Camp Bastion in Helmand province. “All I wanted to do was prove that I had a certain set of skills—for instance, flying an Apache helicopter—rather than just being Prince Harry. I also felt I was one of the lads and could forget I was Prince Harry when I was with them.”

He returned home in 2015, angry that his army life had been ripped from him. But he finally let that frustration go, and aggressively pursued his quest for a new identity that would make him feel as if his life had meaning other than just as a member of the royal family. He tells me that he is in a rush “to make something of my life. I feel there is just a smallish window when people are interested in me before [William’s children] take over, and I’ve got to make the most of it.”

#jfc #prince harry #interview #article

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1-100 if u want

oh man ok ty!

1: is there a boy/girl in your life? yes a very lovely boy

2: think of the last person who hurt you; do you forgive them? no.

3: what do you think of when you hear the word “meow?” my cat ziggy stardust

4: what’s something you really want right now? right this second idk but i can't wait for the year to end and to move out and live on my own

5: are you afraid of falling in love? not anymore, not really

6: do you like the beach? sure

7: have you ever slept on a couch with someone else? yess

8: what’s the background on your cell? green stary sky

9: name the last four beds you were sat on? my bed at my dad's, bed at my mom's, my boyfriend's bed, my mom's bed and a friend's bed

10: do you like your phone? it's really old and slow and isnt working well anymore

11: honestly, are things going the way you planned? not really but they're pretty good

12: who was the last person whose phone number you added to your contacts? i think it was my boyfriend lol

13: would you rather have a poodle or a rottweiler? rottweiler

14: which hurts the most, physical or emotional pain? emotional

15: would you rather visit a zoo or an art museum? a museum, zoos are gross anyways

16: are you tired? i kind of am actually

17: how long have you known your 1st phone contact? not sure what this is supposed to mean but i've known my oldest friend for a little bit over ten years

18: are they a relative? no

19: would you ever consider getting back together with any of your exes? no.

20: when did you last talk to the last person you shared a kiss with? like an hour ago

21: if you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today? i don't really understand this question but i dont want to get married today

22: would you kiss the last person you kissed again? yes a million times

23: how many bracelets do you have on your wrists right now? 0

24: is there a certain quote you live by? no

25: what’s on your mind? him i guess

26: do you have any tattoos? i wish

27: what is your favorite color? i love green im in my green phase but yellow and red are nice too and black is the best safest color

28: next time you will kiss someone on the lips? hopefully sunday, or wednesday

29: who are you texting? no one

30: think to the last person you kissed, have you ever kissed them on a couch? yes one of our first kisses in fact

31: have you ever had the feeling something bad was going to happen and you were right? yea ig

32: do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to? yes

33: do you think anyone has feelings for you? i sure hope so

34: has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes? yes

35: say the last person you kissed was kissing someone right in front of you? i'd be very sad

36: were you single on valentines day? no

37: are you friends with the last person you kissed? i like to think i am

38: what do your friends call you? my name or nickname usually

39: has anyone upset you in the last week? a bit

40: have you ever cried over a text? oh man yea

41: where’s your last bruise located? idk

42: what is it from? idk

43: last time you wanted to be away from somewhere really bad? school

44: who was the last person you were on the phone with? my boyfriend or my mom

45: do you have a favourite pair of shoes? my black doc martens and green chuck taylors

46: do you wear hats if your having a bad hair day? i'll sometimes wear a beanie

47: would you ever go bald if it was the style? i dont think so

48: do you make supper for your family? sometimes

49: does your bedroom have a door? yes

50: top 3 web-pages? weird questions

51: do you know anyone who hates shopping? probably

52: does anything on your body hurt? everything really

53: are goodbyes hard for you? yea

54: what was the last beverage you spilled on yourself? warm almond milk lol

55: how is your hair? short and curly

56: what do you usually do first in the morning? shower

57: do you think two people can last forever? i kind of hope so but sadly probably not

58: think back to january 2007, were you single? yeah lol

59: green or purple grapes? green

60: when’s the next time you will give someone a big hug? idk maybe tomorrow

61: do you wish you were somewhere else right now? kind of wish i was with him

62: when will be the next time you text someone? tomorrow morning

63: where will you be 5 hours from now? still in my bed

64: what were you doing at 8 this morning. getting ready for school

65: this time last year, can you remember who you liked? no.

66: is there one person in your life that can always make you smile? rn yes

67: did you kiss or hug anyone today? yess

68: what was your last thought before you went to bed last night? i dont remember

69: have you ever tried your hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? yes

70: how many windows are open on your computer? idk

71: how many fingers do you have? ten i think

72: what is your ringtone? some apple shit

73: how old will you be in 5 months? almost eighteen

74: where is your mum right now? in her bed probably

75: why aren’t you with the person you were first in love with or almost in love? because sometimes things simply go to shit

76: have you held hands with somebody in the past three days? yes!

77: are you friends with the people you were friends with two years ago? not all of them but a lot of them yea

78: do you remember who you had a crush on in year 7? i guess

79: is there anyone you know with the name mike? yes

80: have you ever fallen asleep in someones arms? yes

81: how many people have you liked in the past three months? one, maybe two ig

82: has anyone seen you in your underwear in the last 3 days? no

83: will you talk to the person you like tonight? done

84: you’re drunk and yelling at hot guys/girls out of your car window, you’re with? my friend adele probably lol

85: if your bf/gf was into drugs would you care? he is but i dont mind bc i am too, idc as long as he is responsible and reasonable about his use source and frequency etc

86: what was the most eventful thing that happened last time you went to see a movie? we kissed, wow

87: who was your last received call from? boyfriend

88: if someone gave you $1,000 to burn a butterfly over a candle, would you? wtf??

89: what is something you wish you had more of? time

90: have you ever trusted someone too much? i've always trusted him a bit too much it scares me

91: do you sleep with your window open? sometimes

92: do you get along with girls? oh man yes

93: are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth? kind of

94: does sex mean love? no

95: you’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, is that a problem? no thats great lol

96: have you ever kissed anyone with a lip ring? ya

97: did you sleep alone this week? yes :(

98: everybody has somebody that makes them happy, do you? i think so.

99: do you believe in love at first sight? in a way, maybe not deep love but some sort of chemistry or attachment from some initial infatuation

100: who was the last person that you pinky promise? i dont do that very often

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McGRATH SELLS OUT STARDUST SURVIVORS FOR HIS MINISTER’S SEAT – BROUGHAN Last night in Dáil Éireann, Deputy Broughan’s motion calling for the immediate establishment of a Commission of Investigation into the Stardust Tragedy of 1981 was debated and it will be voted on this afternoon. Deputy Broughan brought forward this motion tabled in the name of Independents4Change and People Before Profit and the Anti-Austerity Alliance and it is also supported by Sinn Féin, the Labour Party, the Social Democrats and other left Independents. Deputy Broughan has supported the Stardust Relatives’ and Victim’s Committee since the mid-1980’s and continues to support their fight for answers and justice throughout his time in Dáil Éireann. Last night, Deputy Broughan and those who spoke in support of his call for the immediate establishment of a Commission of Investigation passionately highlighted the myriad of reasons why such a Commission is needed. The families and victims’ of the worst fire disaster in the history of the state where 48 young people tragically lost their lives and 214 others were injured have had a continuous struggle for justice for almost 36 years now. The infamous fire which took place in the early hours of Valentine’s Day in 1981 has never been throughouly and properly investigated and no-one has ever been held to account. This is despite the original Keane Tribunal Report concluding that the owners showed “reckless disregard” for the lives of the patrons and staff by locking and chaining exits and that Dublin Corporation did not properly inspect the converted jam factory and ensure that it was complying with planning bye-laws and fire safety regulations. Most disturbing of course was Keane’s final conclusion that arson was the probable cause of the fire despite earlier stating in the same report that there was no way of knowing how the fire started. This outrageous finding and slur on the victims was eventually expunged from the public record 28 years after the inferno through a Dáil motion in February 2009 following an independent examination by (now Mr Justice) Paul Coffey in 2008 (which followed almost a decade of investigative work by local journalists and researchers and a Prime Time Investigates anniversary programme). Of course, the then Bertie Ahern-led Government had originally appointed John Gallagher to head the examination but when the Stardust Committee discovered that Mr Gallagher had represented Gardaí in the original Keane Tribunal, they campaigned to have him replaced. Again, through the Stardust Relatives’ and Victims’ Committee and supporters’ own investigative work, they discovered through an FOI that Mr Paul Coffey had submitted his “completed” report to the Government on the 10th of December 2008 which included the recommendation for a new inquiry. This, and other significant changes, were not in the Report presented to the House in January 2009. Deputy Broughan says “Up until Monday night of this week it looked as if the motion calling for the immediate establishment of a Commission of Investigation would be passed by the House. We have a letter, dated the 27th of March 2014, from Deputy Micháel Martin to Antoinette Keegan of the Stardust Relatives’ and Victims’ Committee stating that Fianna Fáil would back the call for a Commission. Antoinette had also been liaising with Deputies in the lead-up to this motion calling on their support. Minister Finian McGrath has also, of course, been a supporter of the Committee’s campaign for justice and answers and as recently as the 31st Dáil we shared a Topical Issues Debate on the need for such a Commission. Last week I received reports that the motion was causing friction in Government as Minister McGrath wanted to support it. Yesterday I was extremely disappointed to learn that rather than stick to his principles and his obligations to the families and districts involved that he had instead agreed to an exercise which is clearly a Coffey Mark 2. I, of course, 100% support the decision of the Stardust Committee families but am concerned that this option was put to them as their only way forward. Fianna Fáil is now also typically reneging on their promises and will support the Government’s amendment which is kicking the can down the road. I am urging Minister McGrath to withdraw this amendment and to support our motion to establish a quick, short Commission of Investigation under the 2004 McDowell legislation. In the absence of Fine Gael and Fianna Fáil doing the right thing, then I sincerely hope that the independent judge’s outcome is for a new Commission of Investigation and that this leads finally to justice and peace for these families and our community. If Minister McGrath had shown any backbone, the Dáil today would have decided to immediately set up a Commission of Investigation under the 2004 Act.” The transcripts of the speeches are available at: http://oireachtasdebates.oireachtas.ie/debates%20authoring/debateswebpack.nsf/takes/dail2017012500048?opendocument

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woo i got tagged in this thing! (its below the cut bc i don’t wanna fill up ur dashs)

i was tagged by midcentury-stardust !

rules: answer all questions, add one question of your own and tag as many people as there are questions

1. coke or pepsi: coke

2. disney or dreamworks: disney!

3. coffee or tea: tea 100% i’m not even allowed to drink coffee bc of my heart condition also coffee is gross

4. books or movies: books for sure

5. windows or mac: MAC i literally can’t use anything other than a macbook

6. dc or marvel: i know nothing about either but my friend sophie is a superhero expert and she says, and i quote “BOTH. IDK PROBABLY DC. DC has had more representation for years while marvel had only just jumped on the bandwagon plus they invented comic superheroess soo” so yeah i agree with what she said

7. x-box or playstation: uhh my childhood was playing tony hawk pro skater 1 so imma go with playstation

8. dragon age or mass effect: i have no idea what either of these are im sorry

9. night owl or early riser: night owl 1000%

10. cards or chess: cards idk how to play chess i feel like im personally dissapointing ron weasley

11. chocolate or vanilla: chocolate

12. vans or converse: converse bc they remind me of the 10th doctor and also i have like 5 pairs

13. Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar: idk what any of those words are

14. fluff or angst: fluff!!! i am so soft

15. beach or forest: i live on a literal island so i’d feel bad if i didn’t say beach

16. dogs or cats: cats 

17. clear skies or rain: rain i love the rain!! (except i haven’t been loving it recently since we have FLOODS and ppl had to evacuate the town smh)

18. cooking or eating out: i mean eating out if i’m not paying but otherwise cooking

19. spicy food or mild food: mild 

20. halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas: CHRISTMAS!

21. would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: lil too cold 

22. if you could have a superpower, what would it be: i’d wanna be a metamorphmagus like tonks omg idk what superpower that would be called tho

23. animation or live action: i mean i’m a voltron stan so i wanna say animation but i love live action too 

24. paragon or renegade: idk what that means

25. baths or showers: both but i only really take baths when i’ve recently been to lush bc i love me some bath bombs

26. team cap or team ironman: uhhhh no idea im gonna say cap because hes cute

27. fantasy or sci-fi: bOTH but the doctor who stan in me is telling me to say sci-fi

28. do you have three or four favourite quotes, if so what are they: *rubs hand together*

“nine hundred years of time and space and i've never met anybody who wasn't important” -the eleventh doctor

“this is one corner… of one country, in one continent, on one planet that’s a corner of a galaxy that’s a corner of a universe that is forever growing and shrinking and creating and destroying, and never remaining the same for a single millisecond. and there is so much, so much to see.” - the eleventh doctor

“you sort of start thinking anything’s possible if you’ve got enough nerve.” -ginny weasley

“the soufflé isn’t the soufflé – the soufflé is the recipe.” -clara oswald

29. youtube or netflix: netflix

30. harry potter or percy jackson: harry potter!! i love harry potter 

31. when do you feel accomplished: when i finish my schoolwork or complete a cosplay

32. star wars or star trek: star wars 

33. paperback books or hardback books: paperback, idk why

34. horror or rom-com: rom com i hate horrors but i also hate rom-coms bc i hate boring hetero romance plots so its a lose-lose

35. tv shows or movies: tv shows

36. favorite animal: i don’t really have one

37. favorite genre of music: my music taste is all over the place tbh

38. least favorite book: well this isn’t my least favourite but i remember being really disappointed with an abundance of katherines bc it was the only john green book i didn’t enjoy 

39. favourite season: winter

40. song that’s currently stuck in your head: a song i heard in a klance vine edit idek what it is (also that one song ‘love like you’ from steven universe??? idk if thats what its called like? i’ve never seen steven universe in my life idk how i know all the words to that song)

41. what kind of pyjama’s do you wear: usually just a huge shirt

42. How many existential crises do you have on an average day: about 11

43. If you can only choose one song to be played at your funeral, what would it be: truce by twenty one pilots fdhbfjndn

44. Favourite theme song to a TV show: the voltron theme goes OFF but tbh the yuri on ice theme song is The Best i stan history maker so hard

45. Harry Potter movies or books: books!!!!!!!! for sure

46. You can make your OTP become canon but you’ll forget that tumblr exists: fUCK uhh... you know what i can just use twitter and instagram bye tumblr klance is now canon you’re welcome world

47. What are your favourite flowers? roses 

48. would you rather be able to talk to the ocean or the stars? the stars aaaaa

i’m not gonna tag anyone directly but i tag anyone who sees this and wants to do it !

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