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antifa-boyfriend · 4 months
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*thinks about kanders* oh god oh fuck ...
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wildbasil · 7 months
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they deserved to be happy
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sisterdivinium · 9 months
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Warrior Nun truly is the most fucked up fucking show in the whole fucking world isn't it
Thecla (Ancient Greek: Θέκλα, Thékla; Greek: Θέκλα; Turkish: Tekla) was a saint of the early Christian Church, and a reported follower of Paul the Apostle. The earliest record of her life comes from the ancient apocryphal Acts of Paul and Thecla.
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In one scene, female beasts, particularly lionesses, protected her against her male aggressors.
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It is also said that Thecla spent the rest of her life in Maaloula, a village in Syria. There, she became a healer and performed many miracles...
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...but remained constantly persecuted.
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In one instance, as her persecutors were about to get to her, she called out to God, a new passage was opened in the cave she was in, and the stones closed behind her.
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Around AD 280, Thecla features as one of the characters in Methodius of Olympus' Symposium, in which she displays considerable knowledge of profane philosophy, various branches of literature, and eloquent yet modest discourse. Methodius states that she received her instruction in divine and evangelical knowledge from Paul, and was eminent for her skill in sacred science ("Logos 8").
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According to some scholars, Thecla's story inspired many later stories of women saints who dressed as men
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All of these women were empowered by Thecla, a woman who did things that not many women would ever dare to do
In Spanish-speaking countries, she is also facetiously counted as the patron saint of computers and Internet, from the homophony with the Spanish and Catalan word tecla ("key").[citation needed]
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(text on Thecla of Iconium taken from Wikipedia)
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dynamitekansai · 8 months
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toxic_thekla: come and get some 🏅💥
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nakanotamu · 4 months
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casstration · 9 months
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For the ask game… I’m curious about the url, is there a story behind or…? just because?
haha yes there is a reason behind it!! i gave a short version in this post but i'll tell the longer version :)
i don't exactly remember why we were doing this, but sometime during sophomore year (5 years ago for me which is insane) my best friend and i looked up a list of "uncommon girls names" and on that list was the name thekla
we, being 15, of course thought that was the funniest name ever and it became a sort of inside joke
fast forward to 2021 and i buy my first ever houseplant. i wanted to name it, and thekla was the first name that came to mind! (she's still going strong too <3 shoutout to my grandma who's been watering her while im abroad) thekla is the type of aglonema that is green + pink, so hence the pink in my url
also, at some point in the past few years my best friend changed my name in her phone to 'thekla peepaw' so it's just something that's stuck with me lmao
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comtessezouboff · 1 year
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King Ludwig Ist's Gallery of Beauties.
A retexture by La Comtesse Zouboff — Original Mesh by @thejim07
The Gallery of Beauties (Schönheitengalerie) is a collection of 38 small portraits of the most beautiful women from the nobility and middle classes of Munich, Germany painted between 1827 and 1850 (mostly by Karl Joseph Stieler, appointed court painter in 1820) and gathered by Ludwig I of Bavaria in the south pavilion of Nymphenburg Palace in Munich. Two additional ones were created by Friedrick Drück and one portrait was stolen in the XXth century and remains missing.
The set includes all the 38 portraits, with the original frame swatches, fully recolorable. The portraits are of:
Friederike von Gumppenberg (later Baroness von Gumppenberg).
Amalia von Schintling.
Amalie Maximilianovna von Krüdener (née von Lerchenfeld) Baroness von Krüdener.
Anna Hillmayer.
Anna von Greiner (née Bartelmann)
Antonietta Cornelia Vetterlein.
Archduchess Auguste Ferdinande of Austria, Princess of Bavaria.
Auguste Strobl (first version).
Auguste Strobl (second version).
Baroness Mathilde von Jordan.
Carlotta von Boos zu Waldeck (née von Breidbach-Bürresheim) Baroness von Breidbach-Bürresheim.
Caroline Maximiliana Maria von Holnstein (née von Spiering) Countess von Holnstein aus Bayern
Elise List (later Elise Pacher von Theinburg
Eliza Rosanna James (née Gilbert), Known ss Lola Montez.
Helene Kreszenz Sedlmayr.
Irene Pallavicini, Marchioness Pallavicini and Countess von Arco un Steppberg.
Isabella, Countess von Traufkirchen-Engelberg.
Jane Elizabeth Digby, Later Baroness von Venningen.
Josepha Conti (née Reh).
Karolina Lizius.
Katharina Rosa Botsaris in a Traditional Greek Costume.
Lady Theresa Spence (née Renard) as Sapho of Lesbos.
Maria Dietsch (In prayer, first version).
Maria Dietsch (second version).
Marianna Florenzi (née Bacinetti) Marchioness Florenzi.
Marie Friederike Franziska Hedwig of Prussia, Crown Princess of Bavaria.
Maximiliane Borzaga.
Nanette von Kaulla.
Princess Alexandra Amalie of Bavaria.
Caroline von Oettingen-Wallerstein (later Countess von Waldbott-Bassenheim.
Regina Daxenberger.
Rosalie Julie von Bonar (née von Wüllerstorf-Urbair) Baroness von Bonar.
Sophie Friederike Dorothea Wilhemine, Archduchess of Austria (née Princess of Bavaria).
The Actress Charlotte von Hagn-Schwab as Thekla in Schiller's "Wallenstein".
The Actress Friederica Katharina "Willhemine" Sulzer.
The Dancer Antonia Wallinger as Hebe.
The Honourable Emily Mikbanke-Huskisson (née Mansfield)
The Honourable Jane Plumer-Callander (née Erskine)
Found under decor > paintings for 540§
Retextured from the "Portrait of Balsasarre Castiglione" found here
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CC shown here:
Wall paneling, mirror, girandole and floor by @thejim07
Fireplace by @hydrangeachainsaw
Chairs, stools, flower vases, bust, table, fireplace screen and candelabra by @joojconverts
Torchere by @martassimsbookcc
(Btw excuse my sims' reflection having tea)
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@joojconverts @ts3history @ts3historicalccfinds @deniisu-sims @katsujiiccfinds
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whollyjoly · 4 months
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tag game
✨get to know me✨
thank you @xxluckystrike @panzershrike-pretz @luckynumber4 for the tags my loves 💕
- Name:
em! (although Occasional Cult Leader and Obsessed With Alton More are acceptable as well 😂)
- Pronouns:
she/her/hers!
- Star sign:
CRAB SIGN CRAB SIGN CRAB SIGN 🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀 ...no but actually im cancer sun cancer moon cancer mercury, the stars really said fuck you you're gonna be an emotional wreck and they were goddamn right
- # of siblings and fun facts about them (if you have any):
only child babyyyyyyyy ...well technically i have three step-sibs, but they are all older and were out of the house by the time our parents moved in together, so i never really? experienced sibling-ness with them?
- # of pets & their names:
my baby, my child, my little monster, the love of my life, my sweet cat BD-2 💕 she is an absolute fluffy menace, little miss priss, the queen of the castle, and im obsessed with her. nicknames include: Squeaky (cause she doesn't meow, she squeaks), Squeaks, The Squeaky One, The Lord Squeaketh (and The Lord Demandeth the Play), Shrimp Whiskers, Menace, Floof Creature, Angel Who Has Never Done Any Wrong, and Baby 🥰
- Fandoms:
lord i have been in so many fandoms over my many tumblr years...right now its full Band of Brothers hyperfixation season, but I'm watching M*A*S*H for the first time right now and slowly am falling into the rabbit hole also im a star wars girlie from way back (shoutout to all my old clone wars moots who were probably like "what the fuck" when i started posting about wwii men, sorry not sorry) also also: watcher, doctor who, star trek (tos mostly), chernobyl, and various other things, as a treat✨
- Favorite color:
im an olive green girlie, although deep purple has a special place in my heart!
- Favorite song:
holocene by bon iver ❤️ it's my all time favorite song, the song i listen to when my anxiety feels overwhelming, what i put on when i need to center myself and get out of my head. (someway, baby, it's part of me, apart from me)
- Favorite author (of anything readable - books, fanfics, zines, webtoons, whatever!):
sooooo my all-time fav book is Invisible Cites by Italo Calvino!! i am absolutely obsessed with the way he describes physical places and emotions, the metaphors and imagery and the way he describes the feeling a place or person can give you without actually describing it at all? it's both dreamlike and ethereal and grounded and real at the same time, and i just....love it so much. here's one of my favorite bits from the book:
Cities & The Sky [3] Those who arrive at Thekla can see little of the city, beyond the plank fences, the sackcloth screens, the scaffoldings, the metal armatures, the wooden catwalks hanging from ropes or surrounded by sawhorses, the ladders, the trestles. If you ask, "Why is Thekla's construction taking such a long time?" the inhabitants continue hoisting sacks, lowering leaded strings, moving long brushes up and down, as they answer, "So that its destruction cannot begin." And if asked whether they fear that, once the scaffoldings are removed, the city may begin to crumple and fall to pieces, they add hastily, in a whisper, "Not only the city." If, dissatisfied with the answers, someone puts his eye to a crack in a fence, he sees cranes pulling up other cranes, scaffoldings that embrace other scaffoldings, beams that prop up other beams. "What meaning does your construction have?" he asks. "What is the aim of a city under construction unless it is a city? Where is the plan you are following, the blueprint?" "We will show it to you as soon as the working day is over; we cannot interrupt our work now," they answer. Work stops at sunset. Darkness falls over the building site. The sky is filled with stars. "There is the blueprint," they say.
- Favorite fic type:
oh i will eat up...anything. literally anything. BUT if i had to pick, i have a special place in my heart for: soulmate AUs, angst with a happy ending, fake relationship AUs, hurt/comfort, time loops, magical realism AUs (particularly if canon-divergent), and the good old classic, fluffy modern AUs 💕
- Favorite Holiday:
i fucking...love christmastime okay?? i love the traditions my family has for it, like Short Feast on the winter solstice (where we eat Short Ribs and Short Grain Rice and Short Vegetables and Shortbread and put on our Short Pants and drink Short Bottles of Whiskey and go outside to Welcome the Coming of the Light, after the Longest Night of the Year), as well as finding/writing poems on Christmas Eve and walking to the large 600+ year old sequoia trees in our neighborhood to recite them and bring good energy to the new year, to watching It's A Wonderful Life every year. holidays and traditions are so much what you make of it, and i love the energy my family brings into it - nothing is precious, but everything is sacred.
- Do you have a partner (romantic, qpr, anything!)?:
ye, i have a bf!
- Hobbies:
i love to cross-stitch! it helps my adhd ass brain focus on things, so if ever im watching a show or listening to a podcast, i usually have a hoop in my hands. i also love board games - particularly social deception games! and of course - watching tv/movies, reading fic, consuming media, making moodboards, dreaming up fic ideas, and all the lovely things you see me talk about here on tumblr 💕
- Fun facts about you:
uhhhhhhhhhhhh i dont?? know if i have a fun fact?? about me??? OH WAIT okay this is for the bob fans out there - so i was visiting philly not all that long ago, and went to both front street and 17th street in south philly For Our Boys, bill and babe ❤️ and while i was there, i went into a bookstore that was right on s 17th street... and they had a SINGLE copy of bill and babe's book!! i got it of course, and it felt like it was absolutely meant to be!!
tagging, if you want!: @sweetxvanixlla @ronsparky @coco-bean-1218 @onlyyouexisthere @mutantmanifesto @samwinchesterslostshoe @ewipandora @blood-mocha-latte
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theklaapologist · 6 months
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So I have been using Tomà since I don't know greek (for your first name you have listed I can't copy paste on mobile from your bio) but I've seen you using Thekla in your tags sometimes. So I just wanted to double check if I'm using the right name or if you would prefer Thekla? 🙏💜
Yessss the first name on my bio is Thekla written in greek!! Thank you for asking but I have both of them because I’m ok with being called both :3 I just use Thekla more cause that’s how most people refer to me on tungle (my mutual started it in 2021 when I first changed my url to theklaapologist so shout-out to them) <3 but my mom calls me Tomà regularly cause he used to be one of her blorbos and it resembles my actual name very much :D so just go with whatever you like more! also can we appreciate my boy Toma he looks so majestic
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lesetoilesfous · 1 year
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“And I can hear the sirens but I cannot walk away.” For Kanders?
Aaaaaaah such a good quote (also hi!! <3)
(If you’d like me to write you a da2 fic, send me a prompt from here!)
@dadrunkwriting
Pairing: Anders/Karl Thekla
Characters: Anders, Karl Thekla
Tags: urban fantasy AU, the circle is fucked, so police brutality, discrimination, traumatised people trying to stay alive
Rating: Mature
The problem with Anders is that he doesn't actually care if they kill him. Karl stares at the tall, wounded, beautiful, furious man in front of him. "What do you mean you punched him?"
Anders' teeth flash like lightning in the dark when he grins. "I mean I broke his fucking nose." Outside of the alley they're hiding in, traffic rushes with an oceanic roar like blood pumping through the veins of the city. Anders' hair pulls across his face in strands of bloody gold. Every muscle in Karl's body aches.
"On the street? In public?" He asks, dumbly, because there's nothing else to ask. It's so cold he can feel it in his legs through his jeans.
Anders is nothing but restless movement, bouncing on worn sneakers which are peeling apart at the seams like old scabs. "Well I wasn't exactly going to let him touch Brianna, was I? Not after what he did."
Karl's heart drops like a stone into his stomach. "What did he do?"
Anders snorts, and the sound is sharp through his long, thin nose. He waves it off with a flurry of long fingers, long since bent crooked through breaking. "What didn't he do? Templar shit, I don't need to tell you." And at that his brown eyes find Karl's, bright suddenly with unsettling sympathy. Karl looks away, swallows, steadies himself.
"No, I mean, what did he do to you?"
Anders shrugs, and his broad shoulders are a little too wide for his malnourished body. "Same as everyone else." But the wind falls out of him a little, and he shoves a hand into his stone-bleached, too-tight skinny jeans. His expression is furtive now, and he leans back into the shadows. He won't meet Karl's eyes.
That's enough of an answer. Karl isn't sure whether he leans forward or the world just tilts, understanding that in the story of this moment there is no law of reality that will allow he and Anders to be parted. Anders crumples onto and around him, half a foot taller than he is but far too skinny for it, and Karl carries him easily, as he has always done.
With Anders' long arms wrapped around his back like clinging vines, Karl feels his heartbeat settle. The cotton and sweat smell of his boyfriend has some chemical impact on his body, and the magic in it, and both ease feeling him here, warm and safe and alive. Karl cups his hand around the back of Anders' head, stroking his warm, dirty, tangled hair and pressing a kiss to his cheek. It tastes of salt.
Karl says, calmly, "I'll kill him, if you want me to."
Anders snorts again, this time muffled against Karl's hoodie, though his arms tighten around him. Then he turns his head, resting his cheek on Karl's shoulder but looking away from his face. "He really isn't unusual, you know."
Karl squeezes Anders' back, and imagines he can feel his scars through the patch-quilted fabric of his jacket. "That doesn't make it better."
Anders shifts, turning to face Karl. There's a grazing of light gold stubble scratched around the sharp-line of his jaw and shading down his throat. He opens his mouth, and goes to speak.
Sirens cut through the dark: different from the police, the fire department, even an ambulance. Whatever Anders was going to say dies in his throat, and he pulls himself roughly out of Karl's arms. Karl feels as if he tears something out of his body with him.
Anders bounces onto the balls of his feet, peering out at the street over Karl's shoulder. "I have to go, I can't be seen with you." He moves to start running and Karl stops him, pushing a palm into his chest. He can feel the thrumming of Anders' heart like a hummingbird beneath his skin, barely slowed by his touch. Anders' mouth pulls down. "Karl, this is dangerous."
Karl feels as if roots are spreading from his feet into the bones of Kirkwall itself. He feels as if he could stand in front of a hurricane and not let it move him. "I know. I'm not leaving you."
Anders blinks, and his eyes glitter like rhinestones in the half-dark. Then he leans forward, long, uneven, cold hands pressing tightly on either side of Karl's face as he kisses him. His nose presses stiffly into Karl's cheek, and his stubble grazes his chin, and Karl doesn't care because he's hot and sweet and wet with life, and when Karl breathes he breathes the same air that's filling Anders' lungs.
Time dilates. The traffic slows. Karl imagines the waves, far below them at the base of the cliffs, freezing in iridescent shimmers, caught in the act of shattering.
Then Anders shoves him, hard, away from him against the alley wall, and sprints. Karl stumbles, hitting his head on the bricks, and gasps, dizzy. By the time he's collected himself more than 10 seconds have passed, and Anders in all his long-legged glory has disappeared into the dark.
For a long moment, Karl just stares into the night: at the empty, trash strewn street and the cars parked along the curb. At the shops shut behind steel grilles and tattooed with old graffiti, itself covered over with more ink like layers of sediment. Discarded needles and canisters and broken glass glitter like snow beside the flecks of mica in the pavement. Karl's chest aches.
Headlights illuminate one of the cars, turning them alternately molten gold, and Karl presses himself back into the alley, heart hurling itself hard enough into his throat to make him gag.
A Templar patrol car cruises slowly down the street, engine purring like a big cat. Karl presses his palms to the bricks, and blinks rapidly against the sudden salt stinging of tears in his eyes. The car slows almost to a stop at the mouth of the alley, and Karl realises abruptly that he's trapped. He wants to throw up.
Then there's a chime, like a bell, a shattering and sudden huff of flame as a molotov cocktail explodes on one of the cars behind the templars. Anders' voice rings into the night, laughing, "Hey, assholes!"
The car screeches into pursuit, tires squealing against the road, and by all rights its engine should have drowned out the slap of Anders' shitty old sneakers on the tarmac. But Karl hears them, keeping time with his heartbeat, until long after the car's motor has faded into the night.
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giulia0221 · 2 years
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Back to Thekla 🎊 5 months!
The sight of Thekla enjoying the fight in the ring was the brightest. Welcome back!!
Tag league starting tomorrow, thank you! Partner!
#stardom #DDM #マフィアベラ
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dynamitekansai · 2 years
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OMYGOD YOU GUYS THIS IS NOT A DRILL 😭 THEKLA MIGHT BE CHECKING THE TAGGED PHOTOS NOW 😭 DEAR, LORD 😭
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debbiechanclub · 8 months
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Silly fic musings below the cut
So just because I've said I won't write any more of Nellie's story beyond Dominion (but there ARE more prequels planned—lots of them) doesn't mean I don't have thoughts and HCs about what she's been up to since then. (Please, ofc I have them.) And idk I feel like sharing what I'm thinking re: her Stardom faction/happenings.
I'll recap her faction history in a nutshell since it's relevant. She started out Stardom in Queen's Quest and was with them for 3 years until Momo Watanabe turned on them to head up Oedo Tai (thus leaving QQ leaderless), at which point Nellie joined Cosmic Angels because she was tagging with Torrance at the time (their tag team name being Cosmic Queendom, get it?). (Prior to Cosmic Angels, Torr was in Tokyo Cyber Squad, if anyone is wondering.)
Now, Nellie leaves Cosmic Angels in 2023 because it's not a good fit, which is a huge plot point of the final fic. But while it's made clear that she's debating between either joining Donna Del Mondo or going back to QQ, I never actually state what she does, mainly because I couldn't definitively make up my mind 🙃 But I've been thinking.
So, Nellie is super close with QQ leader Utami Hayashishita and DDM member Thekla, but honestly? I don't know that her and Giulia get along. I think they're both too competitive to really be friends. And once I realized that, Nellie joining DDM didn't seem as ideal a fit as it did when I first started writing the final fic. But the only other faction I can really see her in is QQ. Which would be interesting given that she's also in War Dogs and I believe QQ are babyfaces? I know Japanese wrestling doesn't really follow the face/heel dichotomy as "strictly" as American wrestling does, but still.
But then I thought about how Saya Kamitani (who was Nellie’s tag partner back when she was in QQ, so more incentive to rejoin them) is injured. And then I started thinking that if Nellie rejoined QQ, she could tag with Utami and sort of be... I don't know, the more heelish of the two? Maybe even a bad influence of sorts?
Admittedly I don't really know at all what's going on in Stardom outside of what I'm exposed to on the dash because it's so hard to watch/follow, but yeah. My point is I imagine Nellie in QQ being a menace and Utami is just sort of like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Oh and I also imagine Nellie and Thekla having kayfabe "beef" because Thekla is heartbroken that Nellie didn't join DDM. It's a whole thing in my head. If anyone wants to talk about it my ask box is always open :)
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aria-i-adagio · 1 year
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Tagged by @atypicalacademic - tagging @hoochieblues, @niffty24, and @motherofqups (plus, anyone who wants to do this)
Do you play an instrument?
Alas, no.
• Favourite book characters?
Why would you do this to me?  My favorite fictional darling of the moment is Anders.  That’s my boy.  My boy onto whom I project all my hypomanic despair and desire to burn the system down and start from the ground up.  That boy.
St. Eugenia of Rome, St. Thekla, and St. Mary of Egypt are my peeps in the fight to fuck with limiting constructions of gender.
Any number of Katharine Anne Porter’s characters.
• What’s your star sign?
Virgo.
• Favourite colour schemes?
Well... I’m painting the two main rooms in my house dark, dark red and blue.  But my bathroom is going to be purple, and the guest bath is going to be 1960s/70s green, so.... All the colors?
• Naps or long sleep?
Long sleep.  It takes me 30 min to an hour to fall asleep in the first place, so a ‘nap’ is a foreign concept.
• What languages do you speak?
English.  I can kinda, sorta speak Russian, but I am very out of practice, and I was never more than vaguely proficient.  I speak very good redneck, and curiously enough, I’ve determined it is rather easier to transliterate how ‘does that count’ in redneck by using Cyrillic: жат койт?
• Dreams/aspirations?
I want to write stories that people love.  I want to contribute to my community, which in the case of rural American generally is underserved and in the case of queer rural America very underserved.
• Long hair or Short Hair?
So, I had very long hair (waist length) hair in high school.  It got progressively shorter until I had an undercut for several years.  At the beginning of the pandemic, I started letting it grow out, and I’ve decided to let it get back to waist length for funzies.  I still have about 6 inches to go.  And I do need to get it trimmed and shaped up a bit at some point in the meantime.
• Tea or coffee?
Both, but I drink more coffee. Especially right now. Picking up a third class to teach was both brilliant and a MISTAKE.
• Bring a book character to life or go into a fictional world?
Oh, jeez, this is almost as bad as the first.  I’ve had some whiskey, so I want to go drinking with Dmitri Karamazov (and flirt with Grusha a bit), then have a conversation with Ivan about the nature of good and evil, and then go kill the Tsar with Aleksey.  Yet the article there was singular, so... hmm...Fr. Emilio Sanchez from The Sparrow.  I think the world would be a better place.  (Also, I desperately need to give that man a hug, but only with his permission.)
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potatowitch · 1 year
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Going to ask for your Kanders thoughts too for the ship ask game ✨
when I started shipping it if I did: literally the second i found out that anders never attempted escape while he and karl were Together like. oh my god
my thoughts: i am feral for them. the tragedy of it all. how lovely it is that anders had something beautiful when he was in the circle. i think karl was probably the most supportive bf and i think he had mixed feelings about anders never leaving while they were dating bc on one hand he loved anders and wanted him around but on the other hand he loved anders and wanted him to be free and happy
What makes me happy about them: i feel like they were so soft for one another. like they were friends first and then deeply, deeply in love and to me there's so much trust and comfort there
What makes me sad about them: that all that trust and comfort was used as a weapon against the both of them in the most vile of ways
things done in fanfic that annoy me: when kanders is tagged as a main relationship when it's a background past thing that's a super minor footnote in like a handers fic or something
things I look for in fanfic: karl thekla's monster dong, karl calling anders "sweetheart", karl who is rebellious and angry in his own ways, ways of saying "i love you" without using the words because they can't
Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: i mean. anders is my fandom bicycle lmao. but karl with fenris has a special place in my heart
My happily ever after for them: justice cures karl's tranquility and then he joins the mage underground, helps out at anders' clinic, uses his brand as a disguise of sorts when smuggling out mages. they get married and smooch while the chantry blows up
who is the big spoon/little spoon: anders is the little spoon even tho he's taller
what is their favorite non-sexual activity: sipping tea and reading together
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