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[child-ofdust]

do we fw this ......

[dumbass-tm]

*twirls my hair* hiii tged fandom :3

idfk anymore im so tired 😭😭😭

[idonotwanttogrowupbitch]

Rodrick Heffley fluff alphabet.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

when you start dating this man is not at all affectionate, he doesn't really know what to do, he never had a girlfriend before and doesn't want to do something that you will feel uncomfortable with but when the relationship progresses he has more confidence to do things, he will hold your hand, hug you and give you kisses, this man can be very romantic.

if you were best friends before you started dating, its completly different, i actually made headcanons about that here.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

He obviously love every part of your body, but, if he have to choose one (without being sexual) your hands, oh man he loves them, every chance he gets he will hold your hand and intertwine your fingers, he likes it and does it without realizing it when you are close, he also leaves little kisses on them from time to time, and if you caress his face he will probably bite them or kiss them, you'll never know he's next movement.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Yes .Always , believe me when I tell you that this man IS the most clingy in the relationship, probably initiating most of the cuddle sessions.

D= Dates (What are dates with them like?)

PARADISE, dates with this man are the best thing in the world, he will always try to make sure you both have a good time, even if you don't leave the house, just spending time together is more than enough for him, for sure all of them include food and music, believe me when I tell you that you will ALWAYS have a good time.

E = Equal (Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?)

he thinks he is the dominant one but both you and he knows he is not, maybe at the beginning of the relationship he will be like "I am the man and I will protect you, I'm very cool" but as time goes by he will let himself go more for you, he will keep doing things like opening the door for you to come in or leaving you his jacket if you are cold but you will be the one guiding the relationship (mostly because you are the more mature one, probably).

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Thinking of you as his wife is somethign he loves , fantasizes about it and probably proposed to you a million times , literally for anything, you would just hand him the class notes and he would be like "please marry me", but he wouldn't really be aware of the commitment of a marriage.

G= Gratitude (How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?)

He is very appreciative of what his partner does for him and is very grateful and feels very lucky to have them and tells them when he can, but at some point in the relationship after dating for a long time he would inadvertently start to take his partner for granted, without realizing it he simply stopped seeing the things you do for him becoming even distant or "ungrateful" looking like only you put effort into the relationship, you would talk and he would definitely feel very guilty he would hug you and not let go for like 15 hours, he will definitely be much more attentive to you and what you do for this relationship, he will also contribute by making everything equitable, this relationship will make this man mature really.

it would be the only serious disscusion you could ever have.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Remember when i said he is the one who start the cuddle sessions? well, there's your answer, this man LOVES hugs, but only your hugs, and probably hugs you most of the time, every time he got the chance he do it (especially from behind)

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Hard to believe or not, I don't think he says it so fast, probably after you went out a few times while you were listening to music in his van he just looked at you sweetly and when you turned to look at him he just said "I love you" (his most romantic moment for sure).

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

A lot, he sees that a guy talks to you and automatically stands next to you and say "hi honey" and then he will tell the guy that he IS your boyfriend, but it is mostly because he is insecure and not because he distrusts you, he is afraid that you will find someone better than him and change him (he'll never admit it) but after you show him that he is ENOUGH the jealousy calms down and little by little disappears.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

The first kiss was awkward what can I tell you, he was nervous and stealing a kiss from you was not his best choice (he almost broke a tooth) and in the beginning of the relationship most of the kisses were short and sweet (mostly because he didn't know how to ) but with time when you try something more passionate he learns little by little and ends up being a VERY good kisser.

L= Love Confession (How would they confess to their s/o?)

It was very cute but still awkward, you know, Rodrick style, You two had been classmates for a while and Rodrick had always liked you, so one day he just came up to you and said (while being such a blushing mess):

"hi y/n"

"oh, Rodrick, hi, what's up?"

"I was wondering if.... well, yes, if... youwouldliketogooutwithmeonedayyouareaverycoolgirlandIwouldliketogooutwithyouonlyifyouwanttoofcourse,itwouldbeverycoolifyoualsowanttoyouknowasfriendsorsomethingelse."

"sure..."

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Lazy and affectionate, if you stayed to sleep with him in his house you have to be clear that as soon as you get into his bed you will not get out of there ever unless you necessarily have to, Rodrick will hug you or fall asleep on you and you can not get up, when you finally get rid of that and you get up and get to go to the bathroom or something be sure that he will either go looking for you or start calling you to come back with him

N = Nicknames  (What do they call their s/o?)

More often babe but if he's joking or he wants to get your attention, he'll say something super specific and clingy like "my sweet gummi gum".

O = On Cloud Nine (What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?)

It's VERY obvious that Rodrick is in love, even if he didn't say anything everyone knows he is in love and of whom is in love. He literally can't stop looking at you when you are around and will definitely try to get your attention or hit on you with his eyes making everyone around him notice his crush and when you are together he shows you off to everyone (literally) so everyone knows who is Rodrick Heffley's girlfriend and crush.

P = PDA  (Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss when others are watching?)

Remember I said that everyone knows who Rodrick Heffley's girlfriend is? As soon as you start dating this man screams that you are together, he wouldn't deny your relationship for the world.

As far as public pda I have only one thing to say and that is DEFINITELY, this man would make out with you in public if you let him, he is not denying anything, the limit is set by you.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Being honest, he wouldn't remember every little detail of things you tell him but he is an attentive boyfriend he remembers your favorite ice cream, your favorite song, what you don't like and what you do, if he forgets something important you told him (or your anniversary) he will apologize for like 5 minutes straight even if you tell him it doesn't matter to him (in general he cares about you a lot)

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

He doesn't have a particular favorite since he enjoys every moment he spends with you but if he had to choose it would be the time he teach you how to play the drums (although maybe he doesn't say it or express it, he love every second of that day).

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Not too much, he makes sure you are always well and cares about you but he also knows that you can do it on your own.

as for him he doesn't like you to protect him too much (he loves it) or at least not in public because he doesn't want people to think he's not cool.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts?)

Although the dates look very simple, he really tries hard to make you have a good time with him, and if it's your anniversary, even more so, although he would end up taking you to the amusement park or something like that, he is romantic in his own way.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

this man has a lot of bad habits, he sleeps badly, it's not that he doesn't sleep but that he sleeps too much, eating habits (unhealthy food and that somedays he barely eat because he was sleeping all day) and his dubious hygiene (I still love you Rodrick).

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

50/50

he wants to look cool but we all know how little he cares about his hygiene, probably after he met you he started to bathe more often

he worries about what he wears and how his hair looks, he always wants to look cool you know, I see him in front of the mirror for 45 minutes trying to do his eyeliner with his mother's eyeliner.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Probably yes, and even more if you have been dating for a long time.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He LOVES when you do his eyeliner for him, always ask you to do it, although it is still a difficult task because he doesn't keep his eyes closed because he wants to see you and he says many things that will make you laugh or break your concentration + he is not completly still (he's an earthquake) so what was a 5 minute task becomes a 30 minute one.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

I don't think he'll wouldn't like something in a partner but in general probably public PDA with another person than you, he loves when you do it because he wants everyone to know you are his girlfriend but if Greg or Susan hug him in public he would be embarrased.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

I had already mentioned it and it is something we all know but even so, this man sleeps too much he can sleep 72 hours straight also having a very heavy sleep, there could be an earthquake or explosions and he would still not woke up.

i know i've been dissapeared for a long time but i still hope you like this <3

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Im bored so I am once again talking about stuff I barely understand\d and Im too scared to talk to the hs discord cause it feels like others make me uncomfy cause their fixed morals and actual ability to understand and explain things better than me lmao.

How I see my class and aspect as a thief of void

(alos may talk about lunar sway (mine is prospit leaning), read to find out!!)

woah okay sooo im gonna start with aspect cause that's easier for me to understand and explain why i think it's litterally me.

the voidy stuff!

so the only ways Ive seen void explained is "confusion, unaware, subjectivity" and vague stuff like that whish uh, yeah it's right ig, both light and void are based around their own understanding of things. but it feels like others focus too much on that. void players tend to be confident in what they do understand(or at least I am), even if it may not be a lot or very useful.

cannon examples being: equius with robots, roxy with actually quite a bit(others relationships, the window things, ect.) uhh cant remember any void players lmfao,

also another thing people tend to ignore is that they are hard to understand/ make sense of. once again with equius just overall being veiwed as "oh no, its THAT guy" and roxy just cannonically being imposible to explain/read by dirk. also he never even asked??? so that's part of the issue people dont just ask, most void players would just answer if people asked. like dude??? we dont fucking hide how we feel, its just that others dont even like, put in effort to know. alsowhile im kinda on a tangent about how people dont ask, void players are kinda like "dont ask, dont tell." (haha refference to homophobia) unless they see it as important or relavant. I alos just dont have a lot of oppinions on things that do actually affect me, but that is prolly jsut more of a me thing than void as a whole.

(btw, I am going to take a quick break to go pee before I get into my class, and I will not reread this till after I post it, so I may think of things I wanna change or add, which means i will prolly just be reblogging it everytime i think of somethign knew lmfao)

uh Thevft thievery and tax fraud

(my laptop is overheating slightly, i only have three tabs open)

okay quick thing on why Im not a witch and why I think online quizes keep forcing that apon me with some random ass aspect (THE ASPECT CHANGES ALMOST EVERY TIME :SOB: )

witches tend to not understand that they're doing something wrong/ they just see that what they're doing MIGHT help them, so they do it. they over all do their best to do what they think makes sense without like trying to explain why it makes sense ig(?) witches also dont seem to have many strong oppinions on others outside of every one of their friends is the best, or every one else is either unimportant and does not matter enough to even CONSIDER taking into account when coming up with a possibly confusing plan. while thief's tend to get ahead of themselves they do understand that a complicated plan can go wrong WAY more than a simple one, arvhams razor or whatever.

as explained in the silly brochure thingy that i have spent too much time rereading (lnked on the masterlist thing for classpecting posts in pinned thingy) thief's are also working on higher stakes. focused on an end goal instead of the specifics of what leads us there. which unfortunately leads us to completely ignoring why and who we might've hurt to get us to the end goal. also in the brochure thing it mentioned how thief's work against what they think is how society works (?) (meenah wanting to live on a moon cause of reasons I cant remember, and vriska just in general viewing people as just boring or unimportant) for a thief, theirs them and then theirs everyone else with zero overlap. when a thief get's to close to being like their perception of everyone else they force themselves out of it so it becomes a weird cycle of "woah these people are great" and "these people are making me soft, uhoh gotta fix that"

when in relation to my lunar sway, I'm a prospitian. (woagh) which yikes black and white thinking, and I think i fucking need a good reason for doing things. or at least a reason I think is good. lmao

prospit theif of void(conclusion??)

all together I tend to get uncomfy with people actually understanding and being set on things ESSPECIALLY MORALS. i overall view most people as more mature than me. as in they understand what they view as bad. I like philosophy and the open ended questions that come with it. I'm not really attached to any specific religion or ideas. I do like absurdism on solipsism though. subjectivity is a huge thing for me, it's just that others usually are super strict on what they see as real or true. honestly my only rules/morals for myself are dont hurt others unless it's necessary, and anything is okay as long as you feel good about it and arent ACTUALLY hurting others (as in fuck around and find out, BUT DO NOT ACTUALLY TOUCH OR INTERACT WITH PEOPLE WHO TOUCH REAL KIDS OR ANIMALS YOU SICKF UCK)

anyways uh yeah im a theif of void, i am making all of thisup based on a game thing that didnt even explain it properly in the og webcomic.

I love you (/??) bye

[nomazee]

Splendor

kenma kozume x reader 

word count: 2400+

content: completely self-indulgent fluff, reader doing kenma’s makeup, sort of friends-to-lovers 

cross-posted on my ao3

(i’m not going to lie, this was a bit rushed and wasn’t my strongest work. but i wanted to write somethign ebcause i felt like if i stopped writing, i’d kind of lose momentum with this whole writing streak i have going on and i really wanna keep writing!! so here’s a cute little self-indulgent fic with kenma :) 

happy reading!)

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“A... what?” 

“A date, Kenma.” 

Kenma blinked, gaze becoming distant as he put a strange amount of effort into processing what had just come out of your mouth. 

This was certainly not what he was expecting to see when he showed up to your house.

Just fifteen minutes ago he’d taken the initiative to make his way to your place, unannounced, with a bag containing leftover snacks from his cabinets and his switch. He figured you’d welcome him in despite the short (or rather, nonexistent) notice--it wasn’t strange for the two of you to just show up at each other’s houses with an overdue invitation to hang out. 

He wasn’t anticipating for you to answer the door dressed in an unfamiliarly formal getup with your hair done up in an equally unfamiliar way. 

Kenma was snapped back to the present as you let out a short laugh. “Are you gonna come in? Or are you gonna turn around just ‘cause I told you I’ve got a date?” 

Yeah. That part. You were dressed up for a date. He couldn’t help but feel a little bitter at the fact that the date was not with him, but shoved those feelings down his throat before he could make some stupid, less-than-discreet comment about his jealousy for whoever it was you even decided to go out with. 

“I’d feel bad if I just kicked you out,” you told him as you both treaded up the stairs to your bedroom. “So you can stay while I do my makeup. And you can stay after I leave, too, but… I really don’t know what you’d even do without me here, haha.”

The boy gave a short hum in response, following you into your bedroom and laying down on your bed where he mindlessly scrolled through different apps on his phone. Out of the corner of his eye he caught you gathering small makeup bags and shoving them onto your desk along with a small mirror, making a makeshift vanity to do your makeup on. 

Kenma slowly and subconsciously found himself entranced by the way you smoothly glided products along your skin and brushed powder over your eyelids. Part of this curiosity was due to his general curiosity when it came to makeup. Though it certainly wasn’t something he’d discuss with other people (even with you or Kuroo), the ways people could manage to slap pigment on their faces and make it look good was just… cool, to say the least. 

And, of course, part of it was due to his utter infatuation with you as a whole. But he wasn’t planning on addressing that any time soon. 

You spritzed some sort of mist over your face and fanned yourself with your hands for a minute before turning back to your friend on the bed, a wide smile adorning your features. “So? How do I look?” 

Kenma paused. Then blinked. His stomach fluttered gently and his ears shone red beneath the mop of his hair. “Okay.” 

A playful huff forced its way from your lips. ”’Okay?’ I did not go out of my way to use my expensive highlighter to just look ‘okay,’” 

Why would you be going out of your way to do that in the first place? For some random guy you decided to go on a date with on a whim? Kenma forced the bitter thoughts far back into his head and tore his eyes away from your ethereal form. 

“‘S… good.” 

A smile appeared on your face. “Thanks, Ken.” A beat of silence passed through the room before you spoke up again. 

“Hey, I’ve got some time before I have to leave. Can I do your makeup?” 

Kenma froze. The day just kept coming with unpredictable things, huh? He looked up at you with widened eyes tinted with confusion. 

“My… makeup…?” 

“Yeah! Just for fun. I have makeup wipes, and you can take it off right away, I promise. I’ve just always wondered what you look like with it one. I think you’d look really pretty.” 

Pretty. The word bounced of the now-emptied walls of Kenma’s mind and he found himself staying silent for a time too long to be comfortable. 

You cleared your throat. “You don’t actually have to. I was just--” 

“No…” he cut you off meekly. “It’s fine. You can… do it, if you want.” 

Your expression brightened even more than it already was, and a small shout of victory fell out of your lips as you moved to grab products from your desk and group them together. Searching for a specific item, Kenma watched as your hand hovered above the mess of tubes and brushes and compacts on your desk before darting down to grab a small bottle filled with some weird translucent liquid he couldn’t immediately identify. 

Rolling your chair over to his place on your bed, you paused before you could even take any further action. Kenma furrowed his eyebrows at your frozen form before you explained. 

“Your hair is kind of long,” you rolled back over to your desk and opened a drawer, rummaging through it fervently. “I’m just going to pin it back for now.” 

Pulling your hand out to reveal two sparkly bobby pins, you quickly went to work with the small accessories, pulling back the strands of hair near his face and sliding the bobby pins in, grazing his scalp in a less-than-pleasant manner in order to properly secure the clips. 

You leaned back and admired the full sight of Kenma’s soft features. His ears went pink once more at your gaze of admiration and he turned his head away from you, earning a yell of complaint from you. 

“Hey! Don’t turn away! You look cute! I have to put stuff on your face, c’mon, turn back.” A gentle grip took hold of his chin as you maneuvered his head to face you. Kenma suppressed a flinch at the intimate contact and the lack of distance between the two of you. He could feel the gentle breeze of your breathe fan over his skin as your scrutinizing gaze flit all over his face. 

Kenma must’ve zoned out, because he didn’t notice the discreet working of your hands until he felt a gel product touch his skin and your fingers gently rub it in. 

“This is primer,” you began to explain offhandedly. “It smooths out your skin and makes it a nice base for all the other stuff.” 

Your voice had softened from your sudden tone before, and slowly lulled Kenma into a pleasant haze as you moved about. You talked about each and every product you applied on his face but he was more focused on physical sensation and the calming drone of your voice rather than the actual content of it. 

After you’d put the primer on, you put a thin layer of liquid tinted to match his skin and patted it in with a soft sponge. (“This actually isn’t mine,” you had told him after explaining what the product was. “It was my other friend’s. She left it here, thank God she did, ‘cause mine might’ve not matched your skin.”)

With a soft, large brush, you’d applied some soft of loose powder all over your face. Kenma found the gentle swirls on his skin soothing and he was further entranced into an ethereal state of mind. Other smaller, fluffy brushes followed, with a soft pink hue being liberally patted along his cheeks and warm red and pink tones being patted onto his eyelid, followed by a glittery shade near the corners of his eyes that he protested to at first, but finally obliged to your “vision,” as you called it. 

The ink-saturated tip of a felt brush was swiped along the edges of his eyelids with calculated, practiced movements and a rough brush was swiped through of his eyelashes (with difficulty, as Kenma couldn’t help but flinch at the weird sensation of it). 

With the pad of your ring finger, you swiped a shimmery powder over the highest part of his cheekbones and the bridge of his nose. “Highlighter,” you explained. “Makes you look like an angel child. It’s the best part of this whole thing, in my opinion.” You leaned backwards so that the sunlight peeking through your window angled right onto your skin. “See?” 

Kenma certainly did see the effect that the product had on your features. You’d always been naturally stunning, something he’d barely admit to himself in embarrassment, but something about the glittery powder made you look even more ethereal than before. The sunlight fanned over your features in a warm ray. The use of the highlighter was evident along your cheeks. where it moved and sparkled with the warm hues of light. You tilted your head around as if to showcase the fluorescent effect veiled over your features. 

Kenma was dazed. He felt embarrassed for being so swayed just by the sight of you in the drifting sunlight but at the same time, he couldn’t find it in himself to complain. You were pretty, he thought, not just now--you had always been appealing to look at (a weird way of phrasing it, but the stiff way of saying it gave him a bit of comfort in denying his feelings). But something about the way you presented yourself, a gossamer of liquid gold laid dewey on your skin--it left Kenma in a swirl of fluttering butterfly wings and distantly recognized nausea. 

Before he knew it, you were rolling back towards him and resuming the soft tapping motions on his face. In another moment, he was commanded to close his eyes so you could spritz a light, cool mist over his face, which you explained was to lock in all your hard work. 

A block of time passed in which you sat and stared at him with something he refused to label as adoration but couldn't find another accurate word for. Your lips bordered on a soft smile and your eyes softened from your previously focused gaze. 

Kenma’s breath hitched. Your noses were close to touching and he felt deja vu from the way your gentle breaths blew softly over his freshly-painted face. 

You chuckled, eyes closing for a second before opening back up to admire him once more. “You’re so pretty.” 

The layers of blush packed onto his cheeks were enough to represent the flush that spread across his face at your blunt statement. Before he could request it himself, you took the small mirror from your desk and pushed it towards him, letting him see the sum of your hard work. 

Kenma’s hair was still pinned back, but a few thin strands had escaped from the grasp of the bobby pins, framing his face delicately. His skin seemed mattified, and any of his scattered blemishes were covered up in a sheer layer of foundation and powder. His cheeks were rosy pink--saturated far too much to be natural but in a way that still worked with his face and the rest of the makeup. His eyelids were coated in a satisfying blend of red, orange and pink, smoothly extending up to his brow-bone, with golden glitter patted into the center and corner of his eyelids. The highlighter (which he begrudgingly admitted he was most excited to see the result of) shone on his cheeks and nose, dusting him in a silvery sheen of fluorescence that he couldn’t help but find himself entranced by, just as he had been with you. His lips were soft, covered in a thin layer of lip balm--you’d claimed his lips were pigmented enough to settle for a simple chapstick.

He blinked, snapping him out of his trance in the mirror. His eyes flitted up to your expression of anticipation and flitted away before he could become distracted again. 

“I… I like it.” 

If possible, your smile grew brighter, out-performing the shimmer on your cheeks. 

“Great!” A pause, and you continued, blinking and averting your eyes to where your phone sat on the desk. “I have to go now. If you want to wash it off, the wipes are in the left drawer in the bathroom. But… you look so pretty. Maybe leave it on for now.” 

Kenma furrowed his eyebrows. What, was he supposed to walk back home with a full face of makeup? How would that work out for him? 

“I’ll be back in three…” You checked the texts on your phone, likely from whoever your date for the night was (Kenma found his expression dampening at the resurfaced thought). You contemplated something for a few seconds, brow furrowing momentarily before you looked back up at your friend. “Two hours. I promise. And then we can… hang out. You can sleep over, too. I have some of your clothes from last time.”

Kenma’s expression subtly lightened at the prospect. Spending time with you would certainly be nice. And after seeing how much you seemed to like the makeup… he’d keep it on, too. 

“Actually. One hour. I’ll be back in one hour.” You just kept cutting the time shorter and shorter--but Kenma knew what you meant. 

An unexpectedly soft smile appeared on the boy’s face, sending you into yet another dazed haze of admiration. He knew that you meant you’d end the date earlier than you initially intended, that you’d head home as soon as you could (without letting the guy walk you home), slip off your heels and join Kenma on the couch, where he would’ve already hooked up his Switch and anticipated your return. You’d both sit close together and share a controller and play whatever multiplayer games were in Kenma’s game library until inevitably falling asleep together on the couch in a tangle of limbs. 

It was times like these where he was glad you knew him so well. 

You leaned down, close to his face--Kenma felt soft lips, slightly sticky from quickly-drying lip gloss press against the middle of his forehead, lingering in a way he read as more-than-platonic, before straightening yourself out and dusting off your outfit of nonexistent dust. 

“Pretty.” You mumbled one more time for good measure before slipping out of your bedroom door and heading off to your (inevitably short-lived) date. 

The prospect of you going on a date with anyone other than him seemed grim. But Kenma knew that the night was still young and you both could certainly make the most of it.

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Stark Spangled Forever- Utter Nonsense Drabble... 40 Questions!

Yeah so don’t ask me where this came  from, but I saw these floating around and for some reason decided it would be funny if Steve and Katie answered  some of them instead of me...

I think the original post was from @odaatlover​  and I think I was taggeed by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​. Anyway, I took my favourite ones and this was the result...enjoy!

1. What’s one animal you wish you could have as a pet but can’t?

Katie: I’d kinda like a tiger. They’re so graceful and  pretty but pack a mean bite and you wouldn’t mess with one would you?

Steve: Who does that remind you of?

2. Favorite thing to wear to sleep?

Steve: (grinning) Nothing.

Katie : I can confirm that is also my favourite thing he sleeps in...

3. What song really gets you going?

Katie: In what way? If it’s to dance and just act like a crazy fool to then its always going to be “Back in Black” because it reminds me a lot of Tony and happy times growing up. But if its one to spark memories then its our wedding song.

Steve: “The Only One In Color” by Trapt. I also kinda like the John Legend song  “You and I” because it reminds me of her, you know, the bit aout trying on every damned out fit she ownes before we can go out.

Katie: I don’t do that.

Steve looks at Katie, eyebrow raising.

Katie: Ok, maybe I can be a little incecisive....but tha wasn’t really the point of the...you know what, never mind. Next...

4. Where do you usually eat your meals?

Steve: It depends. If its breakfast or lunch dring the week then it’s usual eaten on the go whilst we’re getting the kids sorted or I’m in between classes...but dinner, well we always try and sit down. And at weekends we always eat at the table with the kids. 

5. Favorite meal: breakfast, lunch, or dinner?

Katie: Dinner. During the week Steve and I eat a little bit later than the kids so we have that time to ourselves just to decompress and talk about our day, have a bit of us time...and at weekend we’re al together so I love it.

Steve: I love it for all those reasons, and also because she’s the best damned cook on the planet.

6. Most embarrassing habit?

Katie: Erm...

Steve: It’s pretty embarassing when you throw a Brat tantrum about something.. Katie: I don’t do that in public.

Steve: Bullshit. I refer you to the whole car purchasing situation a few years ago.

Katie: Jamie was only a baby...I was hormonal.

Steve: Hormonal my ass, you were being a brat.

Katie:  Whatever.  Yours is definately the need to stand with your hands on your hips and give someone your Captain look, especially when it’s someone you have never met before but they just happen to be doing something to piss you off.

Steve:  I make no apologies for this.  People can be idiots.

7. Chocolate or fruity candy?

Both at same time: Chocolate.

Steve: Preferably British.  Cadbury’s to be specific. I got a taste for it when I was in London during the war.

Katie: He has a secret stash he hides from the kids...it’s great to blackmail him with.

8. Soft or hard tacos?

Steve: Soft

Katie: Hard

Steve: Although hard ones always remind me of when you went into labour with Jamie.  We were making them for lunch and you had a contraction and crushed one...

Katie: Oh yeah, maybe soft in that case...because that was painful.  And then I went throguh that another 3 times.Which is your fault.

Steve: I take full responsibility, yes. 

9. Worst way to break up a fight?

Katie: Walk into the middle of it and say “Prove it, put the hamer down...” Steve: sighs, That was one time.

Katie: And it levelled a forest.

Steve: Did it work?

Katie: Hmmm, suppose so.

Steve: There you go ...but if its a fight between us, the I can think of the best way to break it up...

Katie : grinning, yeah...that’ s pretty funny. Or the worst one is telling you you’re in the spare room.

Steve: Yeah...that sucks.

10. Best thing to say in an elevator of strangers?

Katie: Putting on deep voice “Before we get started, does anyone wanna get out?”

Steve: Sighing  I wish I had some smart reply to that bu I don’t...

Katie: No, you just threw us out the side of the damned thing from 14 storeys up

Steve: 19

Katie: That’s...that’s not better Steve.

11. Any hidden talents?

Steve: Not so much hidden really but I’m not a bad artist and Katie’s singing and piano playing is off the scale.

Katie: Steve’s really good at DIY. Like, brilliantly good.  And also pretty savvy with technology all things considered...

Steve: When you say all things considered you mean because I’m like 112

Katie: Actually, you’re like 127 if you count the 15 years you spent back in time after putting the stones back.

Steve: hesitates I thought you said they didn’t count because I didn’t spend them with you.

Katie: They don’t, but they still happened.

12. Socks or bare feet around the house?

Steve: Socks

Katie: Bare feet

Steve: Neither of those protect you from standing on lego, which for the record, I reckon has to be a pain worse than chilbirth.

Katie:  Seriously? You’re going there?

Steve: Ok, maybe that’s a slight exaggeration but it still hurts like hell.

13: Favorite board game?

Katie: Monopoly. Its funny to watch Emmy and Jamie getting really agitated and annoyed. The younger 3 don’t really get it, Rori just likes to help Steve by sorting all his money into piles and suggesting things he can spend it on.

Steve: Namely tutus and tap shoes...she still wants to be chorus girl.

14:Heat on or keep it cold with lots of layers?

Katie: Oh my God. Steve is a nightmare as he runs hotter than any of us, so whilst we want the fire or heat on he’s complaining he’s boiling hot all the time. Our bedroom is like an ice block.

Steve: Doll, I’ve been in an ice block. Trust me, our bedroom is like a furnace in comparison.

Katie: It si nice though, like sleeping with a big hot  water bottle.

15: At what age did you first have alcohol?

Katie: I’m sure Tony gave me beer when I was 15 or something but the first time I ever got drunk was aged 17. I went to a keg party at one of my friends and I was aboslutely shit faced. Tony held my hair back whilst i puked my guts upt for a good hour once I was home. I had the hangover to end all hangovers the next day and he cracked JARVIS up to maximum volume just to teach me a lesson.

Steve:  I think I was 18. Me and Buck drank a bottle of his dad’s home made hooch...yeah, it didn’t take me much to get me drunk back then and I was very, very illl. Ma thought I had a fever. Mr Barnes thought it was hilarious, but still gave us both a slap upside th head...

16. What’s the most amount of money you’ve spent on a single item of clothing?

Katie: I would say my wedding dress, but Tony bought that for me, so it would probably the the dress I wore to the  SIP Launch for The Color Of Revenge...that cost...well it was in the tens of thousands

Steve:  Blinking How much?

Katie: You don’t need to know.

17. What do you typically wear to formal events?

Steve: Whatever my gal tells me to.

Katie: And you always look great Soldier.

18. Favorite memory?

Steve: Oooh, other than when we adopted Emmy or the kids were born, I’d have to say when Katie agreed to be my wife. I’ll never forget that day as long as I live.

Katie: Me neither, not least becase I got my camero...

Steve: rolls eyes.

Katie:  Joking aside, yeah the engagement sticks in my mind but I think it was when you finally kissed me for the first time. I knew then that I was never gonna let you go.

Steve: yeah...that...ok you know what this is an impossible question after being together for so long.

19. Favorite shoes?

Katie: I have a pair of sparkly gold Jimmy Choo stilettoes that I’ve had for ages. They’re gorgeous, with ankle straps and pointed toes. I’ve had them for almost  17 years but they’re amazin.

Steve: grins. Yeah, they’re my favourite shoes too...

Katie: Pervert.

Steve: I’m not even gonna deny it. Those shoes ALWAYS stay on if I can help it.

20. Most dangerous thing you’ve ever done?

Both start to laugh hysterically.

Steve: Where do we start?

Katie: New York, Washington, Sokovia, Lagos, Leipzig, Siberia, Wakanda, Upstate and proablly a whole load of other places in between could be good places Stevie.

Steve: Yeah, this...I can’t answer this. 

21. Most embarrassing thing your parents have caught you doing?

Katie: I was 7 when my parents died but taking Tony as surrogate, I reckon him catching us in the kitchen when we were...you know, and he didn’t actually know about us has got to be up there.

Steve: Yeah, that was pretty bad... although my Ma once caught me and Bucky measuring our... looks down.

Katie: splutters What? You never told me this?

Steve: Well its not exactly somethign that crops up in conersation sweethheart? “Oh by the way, once when we were 16 me and Buck compared sizes...” Katie: Blinks. Boys are strange. So who had the biggest...

Steve: Next question...

22. Last time you had an orgasm?

Both grin.

Steve: Last night 

Katie: I can confrim this...there’s not many nights to be fair where we don’t...

23: Celebrity Crushes?

Katie: grins. Does Bucky Barnes count?

Steve: Fuck you.

24: Makeup or natural?

Katie: Normally I just wear a bit of tinted moisturiser and mascara, now I have the kids anyway. I don’t have time to really do my face in a morning. I’ll make the effort when we go out though...

Steve: You don’t need it honey.

Katie: Awww thanks baby.

Steve: Although that red lipstick you wear, the bright red..yeah...I like that... grins wickedly and winks It smears well...

Katie flushes: dirt bag

25. Favorite season?

Katie: Summer. Growing up in Malibu I like the sun and warmth.

Steve: Fall. It’s an artists dream...the colours and textures are amazing to work with

Katie: Fall is rubbish. Everything dies and it’s a bit shit.

Steve: But you make apple pie and get to snuggle in my sweaters.

Katie: literally the only 2 things good about it. 

26. Are you a competitive person?

Katie snorts and looks at Steve

Steve: I’m not even going to deny it. 

Katie: He even refuses to let the kids win a games sometimes.

Steve: Important life lessons, Doll. 

27. First pet you’ve ever owned?

Katie: My goldfish Flounder, the one that Tony replaced about 8 times. Other than that it was my Turkey Marv, he was ace.

Steve: I didn’t have any growing up so mine would be Lucky. He was a great dog. 

28. Favorite pasta dish?

Steve: Mac and Cheese, specifically Katie’s. It’s amazing.

Katie smiling: Yeah  I like Mac and Cheese, but I also enjoy carbonara.

29. Favorite kind of pizza?

Both: Pepperoni.

Steve: New York Style.

Katie: I like Deepdish every now and then.

Steve: It’s not the same...

Katie: well dur, that’s the point.

Steve: Yeah, not convinced. 

30. Lots of acquaintances or a handful of close friends?

Katie: Handful of close friends, without a doubt. They become an extension of your family, you know. All of us in the Avengers were close and when you have that bond, you’ll do anything for one another.

Steve: Agree completely. When you’re close like we all are then it makes everything that little bit easier, knowing that whatever you’re facing you’ve got each others 6.

31: Something that ruins your appetite?

Katie: Narrows eyes Whenver I see Ross on Tv. Makes me want to puke.

Steve: You really should let that go you know?

Katie: Never. I hold a grudge very well.

Steve: Don’t I know it.

32. Night out with a bunch of friends in public or night in with one friend having deep conversations?

Steve: I’ve never been one for big nights out. I enjoy the odd one now and then but, I’d much rather curl up on the sofa or round the firepit with Katie or Sam or Bucky with a beer and some decent talk.

Katie: Yeah, at one time I would have said night out hands down, but certianly since having the kids, or even since we started dating, it’s definately change my ideas a little. Some of the nicest nights we’ve had have been spent on the sofa.

Steve grins: yeah...

Katie: And not just because of that....

33. Have you ever told someone you loved them first?

Steve: I’ve only ever told one girl I loved them and she’s sat right here, and I said it first that night...

Katie: smiling Yeah, yeah you did. I wasn’t far behind though, like 3 seconds or something.

34. Have you ever had sex on the first date?

Katie: Does a one night stand count as a first date? Because if so then yes...

Steve: Same.

Katie: Lottie?

Steve: Storm?

Both look at one another,  teasingly.

Katie: Ok next question...

35. Heroes or villains?

Steve: Some people might say there’s a fine line between the two. Katie: Oh here he goes, getting all Captain Philosophical again...look, everyone knows we were suposedly the heroes Steve, and to be fair we saved the world a fair few times, we were even fighting in the shadows during the Nomad years.

Steve: I know, I know...

36. How many plates can you eat at a buffet?

Steve: You know I’ve never actually counted.

Katie: You did 20 at the last brunch we went to.

Steve: 20...that’s...impressive.

Katie: smirking Bucky did 22

Steve: sighs Of course he did...

37: Favorite dessert?

Steve: Apple pie, preferably Katie’s

Katie: Pecan pie. Hands down. 

38 Would you rather watch a TV show or a movie?

Steve: Ooh, that’s..i suppose it depends. I do like a good TV series, especially if we can curl up and binge watch once the kids are going to bed but I do have fond memories of us working through the films on my list...

Katie: smiling, yeah we had a lot of fun. Still

39. What’s your favorite compliment to give?

Steve: I love telling Katie how beautiful she is, and what a wonderful mother she is...all of which is true.

Katie: I like to remind Steve that he’s my Steve Rogers, not Captain America...because he is. And he’s the most amazing man on the planet, with or withouth that serum coursing through his veins. Which is what makes him the best dad the kids could wish for.

40. What’s the luckiest thing that’s ever happened to you?

Steve: smiling,  she’s sat right next to me.

Katie: smiling , back at ya soldier.

[my-muses-in-op]

Grand Party

“Are you sure? You know that we dont’ mind having two parties in a row, son.” Whitebeard looked at the brown haired commander, who smiled back, nodding. Haruta had just told that he wouldn’t mind celebrating his birthday one day later than usual. Since his brothday was just the day before Blamenco and Vista, he often felt like the family wasn’t really giving the two just as much attention and love as hhe got, since most were hungover already. Besides, the kitchen worked overtime to have enough food for two parties right after each other.

Whitebeard smiled softly, understanding where Haruta came from and such love and care for his brother’s were admirable. The young man was so selfless and who was he to deny such  request? “If you truly wish that, you better tell Thatch, Izo and Marco.”

“Thanks, Oyaji.”Haruta smiled and rushed off to tell the three to wait a day with his birthday party. As expected they tried to change his mind or at least be sure it was what he truly wanted. He didn’t waver and all three agreed to wait another day and celebrate all three of them together.

Haruta grinned and when his birthday came, he did get happy wished, but told everyone that the party was moved a day and it would be grand. Some pouted, having looked forward to a party, others just accepted it, while others went to make sure it was okay and that he hadn’t been pressured to do this. He assured them it wa shis idea alone. Both Vista and Blamenco had mixed emotions, partly feeling guilty, so Haruta had to keep asssuring them it was all good and that way he himself wouldn’t bee too drunk to proper celebrate them, as they had celebrated him so many times.

He did get a small cake and some gifts, it was his birthday after all. Most of it was spend with Vista and Blamenco, as the three of them weren’t allowed to help with any party preparation. Not that it bothered them, they used it to just relax and repare themselves for the huge party the next day.

The next morning there was a big brunch table with a lot of the favorites of the three men in center. Haruta’s face split into a huge smile, seeing how much effort had been put into decoration and the food. Vista and Blamenco wasn’t used to such a nice setting on their special day. They thanked Haruta again, saying it was the best gift he could give them.

“You know, seeing your happy faces is totally worth it.” Haruta grinned and dragged them to ‘the table of honor’. Since everyone was sober, well more or less, there was a lot of chatter and life from the morning, setting a great mood for the day.

Brunch took a few hours and afterward there were games and exchange of gifts. Since Haruta had gotte his the day before, he stepped aside to let Vista and Blamenco soak in the spotlight,which was a little brighter than they were used to. The two really enjoyed it.

Rakuyo was in charge of the games for the day and with as many as sober as possible, it was different, but still fun. He’d planned so many games that everyone could play one or two games. There was something for everyone to enjoy and you would think it was just a large kid’s party. However, booze was central part of most of the games and even at the games where it wasn’t there was booze.

Evening came and the furth division set up tables for a huge buffet. They were the some of the few ones that hadn’t been able to play games all day, but they didn’t mind, since they had a passion for food and loved to see the faces of their brothers, when bringing out all their favorites. Thatch had of course managed to surpass himself again. Even the dish Haruta had asked him about earlier was part of the buffet.

There was enough food for two days, but that was just a smart trick. After all, everyone would bee too hungover to do their work probably, with a few exceptions of course. With leftovers, it was easy to satify the crew the next day, without needing to cook all day with a bad hangover.

“This is so weird, you know.” Vista sat next to Haruta. “I see all this on your birthday and other’s, but now it’s all for me too ... I’ve gotten used to a hangover party on my birthday. Thank you, brother. It’s really special.” He smiled and handed Haruta a more expensive bottle of rum. “A toast to the best brother I could wish for?” He held his own boottle high.

“A toast for the best family.” Haruta smiled, feeling quite embarrassed to be called the best brother. All he did was to give Vista and Blamenco a chance to get a celebration like the one he and others got. They too deserved it.

“Aye.” Vista grinned and toasted with Haruta.

Whitebeard watched how happen both Blamenco and Vista were and made a note to give Haruta somethign special the following year. He did often see his sons beign selfless, but this was definitely on another level. It made him feel like he had raised Haruta the right way.

“Haruta did not only make Vista and Blamenco happy, bug he also lifted a huge burden of Thatch’s shoulder, yoi.” Marco smiled softly, seeing the cook enjoy himself, less stressed as he usual was on this date. If there was anyone trying to make all birthdays special it was Thatch and having three birthdays in two following days were tough.

It was then said cook jumped up and announched that desserts would come soon and disappeared. This also meant that the birthday cakes would be presented and everyone was curious. It was one of the most kept secrets on the ship. No one, except for Thatch and Jessica, knew what the birthday cakes looked like. The other cooks knew what taste they had, but they didn’t help decorating them. Only Thatch and Jessica did that.

The eyes of everyone was on the door, as it opened. Ten cooks slowly moved forward to reveal one huge cake on a table, they were carrying. It was as tall as Whitebeard and actually very simple. The bottom was white, the rest green with red roses falling down from the top. Some felt slight disappionted, while others knew that there had to be more to the cake than what they saw. After all, the cake was representing the birthday person or in this case, the birthday men.

Taking the sword Thatch had brought to cut the cake with, Vista gestured Blamenco and Haruta to come. All eyes were on the three, as they together cut the cake, revealing that inside there was cupcakes, candy and lots of colors. Laughing the three thanked Thatch and Jessica for the surprise. The outside was definitely Vista and Haruta, while the inside was a tribute to Blamenco. It surely was a cake unlike any they had before.

Soone everyone had their share of the cake, which was not only rich on colors, but also flavors. The cake that the two had cut out, were also brought to the tables, molded to look like animals. nothing went to waste after all.

As the night fell upon the sea, the party continued with music and more booze. people danced, played poker or tryied to win a drinking game. It kept going until people passed out where they were. The party sure had been bigger than usual even bigger than it usual was on Haruta’s birthday and the commander actually felt amazing and praised himself for coming up with this idea. It sure had been fun and even those who usual held back, so they could be somewhate fresh for Vista’s and Blamenco’s party, had giving everything they could.

That night everyone slept well and while they had a grand hangover the following days, it was definitely worth it and the birthday would be one they kept talking about for months to come.

[caphayzardous]

to my credit I have probably never worked this hard during any part of uni that wasn’t the final week before a major assignment, so, power to me for trying to keep on top of it, but omfg its fucking hard wtf kfjhgkds. I’m also Thus Far staying organised and maybe you’re thinking ‘how could you NOT be organised, it’s Week 2′ but m8, MATE, theres been SO MUCH to keep track of already, all my classes are having like, class activities (to be finished after class as homework), actual homework, ‘preparation for next class’ (AKA other homework), and every subject wants detailed reflections on everything too lmfao I want to WRITE those reflections I’m all about it I’m really tryingggg. Love the content so far and I feel very good about how much work I’m doing and the effort I’m putting in but I’m also so tiredddd, it’s not even slightly surprising I got sick after just 1 week of this (well also I always get sick at the start of autumn eh changing of the seasons and all) but vvrrrrrrr not a good time for it!!! Pushigng through tho!!!! TBF Glad this week is going to be all online again as well so I wont have to miss classes bc of sickness!! I’m going to work for like 2 more hours now before I call it a night I’m hoping I can check somethign OFF this LIST.

[jynzandtonic]

i just got back the worst mark i've ever gotten and it was on an art project i was proud of, i actually feel like crying rn, im probably too late for tonic tuesday but if you could write just a lil somethign of clyde comforting someone after this sorta thing happens i would be eternally grateful -👑🐸

Froggy baby! That’s just rotten! I know how much time and effort you put into it, and I’m so so sorry that wasn’t recognized by whoever was grading it. Even if you didn’t get the mark you’d hoped for, you deserve to be proud of your project. Grades be damned! I wrote a little blurb for you and Smoochy Cat, and I’m reblogging a few things for you right now. Sending you a virtual hug xoxoxo. <3

[intheseautumnhands]

I have no work so pre-NaNo ramblings under the jump as I try to sort out if I’m starting anything new for it, feel free to click through or ignore entirely. 

All fic, because I have no idea what Im doing with any original stuff right now. Most of it is TUA fic. Because I am currently Having An Obsession.

- Speaking of Having An Obsession, primary goal is definitely to get turpentine and patches (the pre-S1, “Diego and Vanya and pregnancy and dealing with trauma by being determined to be better parents than Reginald and finding something else to live for, technically a kidfic I guess even though it probably ends right before or right after the kid if born” fic) finished. Or close to it? Just... to work on it. 

(I’m stalled right now because I’ve written through what my brain termed The First Part, and I have an idea for The Third Or Fourth-ish Part, but need to figure out what The Second Part is going to be in a way that’s interesting to write about. Right now in my head it’s just “?????? Dealing? Somewhere in here we deal with the Question of Doctors, but not The Question of Medication, they need to be closer for that. also in here is where Diego effectively moves in even if they don’t really register that fact til later.” I may write the attached one-shot to The Third-ish Part in my head first, see where the emotional states land, and write towards that? That might work. Or maybe I’ll just put Braille on repeat and go to town.)

But I am not Proper NaNoing -- for one thing I don’t think the above is going to be 50k, especially not on top of the ~7k I have already? I could be wrong, but we’ll see. So other thoughts:

- I would like to get some more words on the Allison-is-born-in-Night-Vale story(/ies) done, because right now that exists as a decontextualized collection of paragraphs, some from the base fic, some from the series of spin-offs where she meets the various Hargreeves (mostly the one where Luther starts getting her show on the moon and falls in love with her from afar). And it’s just fun. I think I need a WTNV refresher, so I may make a point of listening to some of my favorites this week. It’s also good Halloween noise and I can work to it, so.

(Should not just listen to Desert Bluffs episodes. But may do some of those too. Because I love Kevin more than is probably healthy for me. One day I’ll go as Kevin for a con somewhere and have way too much fun.)

- I appear to have lost the bare: a pop opera/TUA crossover file somewhere in my docs? I need to dig it out again and go back to that as well, but I need a refresher on what bits I have scrambled down, because I think that’s also pretty piecemeal.

- ..... I don’t have that much oomph for my other existing WIPs right now, which is dissapointing. Some part of me DOES want to turn the series of Abigail/63!Will ficlets into somethign more than A Series of Kinky Moments, but I don’t know what to do with that, so it’s probably not happening yet.

I may make an effort to work on the eldritch-Sigyn-time-loop fic though. Because I love it and i feel like it’s going to end up just languishing. Or maybe that will be my wind-up to NaNo, since I don’t know what to write lately?

- Things I’d like to start but need to do research for:

-- That fic where Abigail survives but is mute, the metaphor becomes text and in her lack of voice becoming text she finds a way to reclaim her voice and her power, because I still have STRONG FEELINGS about Abigail Hobbs apparently. Like. A lot of them. Like, it’s almost a problem, but not surprising.

However, to write it properly I’d really want to research throat wounds and healing, and I am A Chicken about gory images, so I have to figure out how to research it without risking running into pictures.

-- I ALSO need to research throat wounds and healing for the fic where Diego crash-lands into the 60s a couple of months after Allison, they’re assumed to be married, and they just kind of roll with it. Also, racism in the 60s, and specifically how it affects marriages that are different races but nobody involved is white? Because literally every source I found on my first go-round was only about interracial marriage when one part was. 

(That, or I need to throw up my hands and choose to declare this fic not reality complaint, but I feel like this one I should definitely at least TRY to research first. But goddammit I just want to write fake-married-and-worried-about-everyone-else turning into actual-relationship(-and-still-worrying) [and also somewhere it developed a plot where Diego tries to get into boxing because he has no ability to keep jobs and ends up running into Luther and possibly evolves into threesomes and also collecting their other siblings several months before Five shows up? I don’t know how but it did].)

- Shorter contenders if I need to find something else to think on for a bit include: 

-- The fic where Ben slowly becomes possessed by the Horror.

-- The series of AUs where each member of the Academy ended up being the last one left behind.

-- Luther viewing Vanya as their father’s left-hand team leader to his personal right-hand team leader and coming to her to keep her in the loop and ask advice, which eventually morphs as they get older into a habit of going to Vanya to confess everything he feels he’s done wrong and her giving him a kind of penance

... Do I even have anything else that’s not TUA left? I feel like I should but I Have A Fixation right now, it’s a problem. I need to go back to the Magicians and see if that creeps in. Or maybe something else, but this will work for NaNo, I think. altogether it’s definitely more than 50k, though I’m not planning to write it all at once this coming month, just, it’ll be easier if there’s a plan for me to look at while I’m going ‘but what do I wriiiiiiiite’ than if there’s nothing.

Not even sure I’m really going for 50k, but just. Writing in a Substantial Amount would be nice. For once I think I can do it! It’s been 14 fucking years since I’ve won (or even gone over 10k I believe)! So let’s see how it goes!

[stories-by-rie]

#1 Jeanne Everley

Jeanne Everley.

  If there was someone who didn’t speak her name as she walked pass them, they at least thought it. This wasn’t due to her looks which clearly couldn’t count as exceptional. With her short dark blonde hair and pale white face, she wouldn’t be able to catch the attention of a whole school at once.

No, what made Jeanne so special was her heritage. It should be clear from the beginning that her presence there alone was outrageous at best. After all, she was the daughter of Alastair and Victoria Everley. The couple that had turned the whole Searcher’s Society upside down only a few decades ago.

  Call it what you want: dishonoured, expelled, fallen out of favour – they had succeeded on every level to turn into Searchers that no one dared to speak positively of.

Not only that, but also did they raise four children of which every single one had tried to follow their footsteps by applying to the Searcher’s School of Guhlsdorf. Obviously, none of them had been taken. None except of the youngest, Jeanne Everley.

  With her straight posture, soft steps and kind smile on her face, she walked down the old-fashioned corridors.

  The floor was tiled in a dark brown, the walls were lined with dark timber that nearly looked red under the yellow light. There was a special smell that hung in the air, some strange mix of  lavender cleansing agent and time. The Searcher’s School of Guhlsdorf was very prestigious and founded more than six hundred years ago. A fact that they liked to be proud of, and a fact that gave them the right to be ignorant when it came to their own mistakes. Though, let’s not dwell on that, the future will hold plenty of occasions to judge for oneself.

  It was the first day after the summer holidays, the first day at the school for the new students. The first graders walked together to the assembly halls. As most of them just had finished their general school education, none of them were too nervous about the new environment. Especially since those who had been accepted, weren’t likely to get worked up about such a trivial matter.

  Their futures would hold plenty of far more nerve wrecking situations and they all knew that.

Silence fell onto the assembly hall as they all had sat down and waited for the head mistress to start her speech. Latter was already looking at her papers one last time and adjusting the microphone in front of her.

  Still, barely anyone paid attention to her. How could they, if Jeanne Everley was sitting right there in the third row. The silence didn’t matter at all.

Trying the best to ignore the more than obvious tension in the hall, the head mistress coughed lightly and put on a professional smile.

  “Good morning everyone, and welcome. For those who might not know; my name is Ms Amber Williams and I am the headmistress of this very School of Guhlsdorf. We have the great honour to educate young students from all over the country into becoming well respected Searchers. If you are sitting here, it means that you went through the application process that counts as one of the hardest among all professions. Short: it means you are one of the best.” She delivered that line with a friendly tone and winked at the audience, as if she wanted to weaken her point. But that would have been a lie. The audience responded with polite laughter. “This high standard we are seeking is not without purpose. As future Searchers you will have to carry a heavy responsibility to serve our country and help the nation both in the fight against the creatures, and to follow our tradition of science. As the great Searcher James Duncan, who graduated from this very school in 1756, once said: The becoming of the golden glass is what secures the order, and the becoming of the order is what makes the golden glass possible. This is the origin of our school’s motto Illi ordinationem, qui aurum creant. Those who create order, create gold -”

  Suddenly a scoff interrupted her, prompting the rest of the audience to freeze. The dark brown eyes of the headmistress fell onto the person who had laughed, be it only so quietly. It had been no one else than Jeanne Everley. The head mistress had stopped only for a second. It was far more than enough to expose both herself and Jeanne, in a way it was the first time she acknowledged the alien element within their walls. But Ms Williams was not that easily angered. Like a professional that she was, she continued her speech. “And I want to remind you and urge you to act up to that motto every day.” Without doubt she kept to her script and finished her speech a few minutes after with useless effort.

 Not a single person except for Jeanne had continued to listen to her. Had they tried to ignore the scandal before her in the beginning, those attempts were forgotten as Jeanne had openly laughed at the head mistress’ welcome speech. Angry looks from the staff and other teachers pierced the crowd, but those quiet murmurs were decent enough and could not be called out without addressing the elephant in the room.

  The head mistress left the stage and a man in his fifties entered. The mayor of Guhlsdorf couldn’t miss an important event like that. It was the Society’s School after all that made his town so wealthy, its students that kept it safe, and their parents who paid the handsome taxes. He pointed out his gratitude, talked about Guhlsdorf’s famous background and popular attractions – in vain.

  After a full hour, all speeches and instructions had been given. The audience’s attention had been barely enough for them to catch the important information on what to do next, but they finally managed to follow the instructions and sign their names into the house lists. There were five dormitories and before attending their first day, the students had been assigned theirs. Now they only had to sign behind their name to check that everything was without mistake.

  Needless to say, there was one list where the students waited sparsely. Jeanne had walked up to her list and signed quickly, yet the others’ hesitation was severe. After all they would share a dormitory with her.

  A girl with long dark brown hair and rich tawny brown skin finally stepped out of the crowd, shrugged and grinned broadly. After she signed she walked over to Jeanne.

  “So, they actually let you come”, she said and suddenly Jeanne burst out in laughter.

  “Yeah! Yeah they did, but I guess I am still on probation”, she replied and just with that, the ice was broken. The girls laughed at each other and that had been all it took for the whole hall to finally relax. In a matter of minutes all students had signed their places and collected the orientation booklets before they left the assembly hall again.

 “My name is Ahn, by the way. Le Trang Ahn.”

 “Well, I’m...”

 “Yes, yes, yes. No need to introduce yourself. If there was an outsider here who didn’t know about your family before, they sure do now.”

 “Has your family been in the business?”

 “They have been for six generations now.”

 “Wow, that is very impressive!”, Jeanne gasped sincerely.

Even if it was quite common for the Searchers to keep the profession in their families, there were only a handful of families that could reach back further than ten generations.

  “So, I am being blunt here, but why did they actually accept you?”, Ahn asked.

  “I think it was the interview. All my siblings did excellent on the tests, but failed the interviews. I just talked my way through them and even if it was a pain, they probably just couldn’t find anything against me. Also, I heard that they need some extra money to build a new dormitory, so since my family is pretty rich and likes to donate… “ She left the sentence open, obvious what she was aiming at. Ahn just answered with a broad smile. With a sudden sigh, she pulled out her phone from her jeans pocket.

 “I’m sorry. It’s just my mum asking how I am doing and if I have made friends yet. Oh! Should I answer that I made friends with Jeanne Everley? Haha! That would really turn the tables!”

She typed down a message and kept giggling. Jeanne just kept her smile, either indifferent to that statement or polite enough to not make a fuss out of it.

  As they left the central building, the cold autumn wind blew into their faces. Single leaves danced in front of them, the first ones that had fallen from the great oaks that grew on the small park in front of the school. Both the school and the dormitories were well hidden behind a big wall, not because it would be a secret place. Back when it had been built, Guhlsdorf had been one of the most dangerous towns in their area, so the wall had actually been a protective measure to keep the inexperienced students safe.

  A distant church bell rang ten times in the distance, a little proof of the outside world. Somethign that didn’t go unnoticed.

  Ahn pulled her scarf tighter, her phone clenched tightly in her hand. “It’ll be pretty lonely here, won’t it?”, she wondered and for a moment, Jeanne just looked back at her until she shruged her shoulders.

  “Do you have a big family?”

  “Oh yes. All my grandparents live at our place. And the great grandparents of my mother’s side. And I have two siblings. So. It’s not exactly quiet at home. This school feels so sterile and strict. Have you read the house rules? You’re not even allowed to run or sing on the floors. What if I am late for class?”

  “I doubt you’d be punctual if you sang on your way getting there.”

Ahn laughed and nodded. “You’ve got a good humour, Jeanne.”

They were just about to enter their dormitory, as they were stopped by two boys. One of them looked rather shy and a little as if he didn’t want to be there at all, whereas the other had a mean look on his face. As Ahn and Jeanne had fallen back from their group, they were the last ones to enter, but those kids blocked the way quite obviously just for them.

  “Jeanne Everley, what let you think you’d be allowed to be here?”, he asked with a thin voice.

But Jeanne didn’t even spare him a look. She rolled her eyes and set out to walk farther. A hand landed on her shoulder to hold her back.

  “I asked you a question”, the boy said.

  “I decided to ignore it”, she replied. It wasn’t some weak come-back. It was not an answer that left room to discussion. She just decided that he was at least worth to be informed of the matter, and then walked straight pass him.

  And consequently, it was the first time that Ahn frowned at the girl before her, and the power that she seemed to hide underneath her surface.

~ masterlist ~

[hillnerd]

Do you have any particular examples of Harry taking Ron for granted? Like I'm trying to come up with something specific, but my answer ends up being "just in general". Like, he's been pushed aside his whole life and chooses to continue to be pushed aside because he loves Harry, and Harry just doesn't get or appreciate that. But there's really no one particular time where it's shown besides Hermione's comment in GOF.

So I’ll preface this all by saying I think Harry is a very good lad, and was a good friend to Ron in the series. So this criticism I’m about to lay out is NOT a Harry bashing post. I love him. He’s literally in my top 5 fave characters for the series. 

So! That said, let’s get into it.

Harry rarely thanks Ron for anything he does. (That I could find relying on my memory and doing word search in my digital copies- let me know if I’m wrong.) And sort of just takes Ron’s support as a given thing- and doesn’t seem all that grateful for all Ron does in the series. He only seems to truly appreciate Ron when Ron’s not around- then doesn’t really bother to communicate this to Ron himself

Book 1:

It’s just little things of not really taking in how Ron backs him up: Ron’s guiding him through the wizarding world, he is his second when he’s challenged to a wizard duel, he’s getting his brother to bail out Hagrid w/ the dragon (who at that point is really Harry’s friend, not his) and got injured with it too, he’s writing his mum to make sure Harry gets a christmas present, and he sacrifices himself on the chess set so Harry and Hermione can go forward. 

Harry literally never gives a ‘thanks’ to Ron for any of this.  I couldn’t even find much in the way of mental gratitude for it.

The one time he thanks Ron is at the end of the book when Ron invites Harry  over to stay that summer. That same scene Harry’s getting random people telling him ‘bye Harry!’ and then Ginny is running and pointing saying ‘Oh look it’s him!’ but she’s not pointing to her brother- she’s pointing to Harry. Then Mrs Weasley greets Harry instead of her son as well.  :( 

Book 2:

He never thanks Ron in this book. 

This is the same book where Ron convinces his twin brothers to help him steal the family car to break Harry out of the Dursleys, and then has him stay in his bedroom the rest of summer. Ron’s backing him up the whole book (wand included) and giving Harry pep talks when he thinks he’s going crazy, and is just there for him the whole time. He freaking helps put him in pajamas when Harry’s arm is all boneless. Like, the doting… And Harry again just… doesn’t seem to register how doting Ron is? Even mentally?

Book 3: 

Harry finally verbally thanks Ron, and it’s not at the end of the book. It’s for candy he brought Harry from Hogsmeade…

I mean it just sort of goes like that…. He just never Thanks Ron. Ron backs him up in battles, stands on a broken leg for him, risks his life to help him, shares what little he has with him, and Harry just… barely ever verbalizes thanks? Shows basically no gratitude to his friend who risks his life for him?

The things he thanks Ron for are more out of politeness… like… I get it. It’s hard to verbalize things like that (and no offense to Brits, but they aren’t as gushy as some cultures with thanks.)

But… Harry has managed to be particularly withholding from Ron.

book 4

he misses Ron so thoroughly, and is so upset- but he’s unable to verbalize this to Ron at all. After their fight he doesn’t try to understand Ron’s perspective, even when Hermione sort of hamfistedly explains things to him (i get it, he’s mad- but I thoroughly believe Harry was the one that made a small disagreement become a ‘giant fight- and now well I guess the friendship is dead’ situation.’ All because, for the first time in the series- Ron isn’t immediately completely in his corner (like, he was just skeptical and hurt when the ‘fight’ begins- but Harry attacks Ron.) 

Ron goes to check on him during their fight Harry gets pissed and throws a badge at his face, as well as accusing Ron of being jealous of his scar. It finally resolves- and Ron’s the one to fix things. Harry made no effort to, and does not acknowledge his part in their fight. 

Harry loves Ron SO much- and verbalizes it niente. 

I mean at least Ron got to feel a touch of how much he means to Harry- not because of anything Harry does- just because of the tournament. When Ron’s the thing he would miss most Hermione is someone else’s ‘thing they’d miss most’- so I doubt this made Ron feel this meant he was actually Harry’s person. But at least he had something.

Book 5 

Harry’s screaming at Ron quite a lot, as Ron is trying to comfort him and be there for him- literally being the one to help him when he has nightmares or sicks onto the floor. 

Now, they have a history of Ron being there for him, body and soul- and when Ron is given the prefect badge Harry is jealous- but then mentally he thinks ‘no, Ron actually DOES deserve this’- but doesn’t tell him this. Ron has cheered Harry through every quidditch game, through tasks, through crazy shit- and is his hype guy. He bucks Harry up a LOT in the books. Harry finally tells Ron ‘well done, mate.’

He saw how Ron was being treated by everyone when he got his badge. He knows Ron’s insecure. He knows this is something Ron saw in the mirror at age 11. That’s all he says on it. He doesn’t say Ron deserved it when Ron is saying ‘I thought it’d be you.’ He instead says how he himself was disqualified for causing too much trouble. That was it. :[ No ‘you did loads, Ron.’ ‘I think you’ll do well.’ Nah. Just a ‘congratulations.’ Like……………………………………………………… Maybe I’m just over effusive, but if someone is my best friend I’d say somethign more than 3 words in FIVE WHOLE YEARS.

Ron is a wreck in book 5 between prefect torture from the twins, and quidditch and the bullying- and Harry is finally a bit more there for Ron. He tells him he thinks he’ll do well on the team and he thinks he should try out. He tries to boost Ron’s morale quite a lot! 

And when Harry is no longer on the team, this support starts to wane. For the final game Harry aND Hermione skip out to do Hagrid crap. Neither of them apologize. Ron almost immediately swallows his disappointment and never mentions it again. They never think on it again and show no signs of guilt beyond them telling Ron they missed the game. He had this giant triumph- the first the school had recognized since first year- and that was that. 

So, Ron nearly dies in book 5- Harry understandably is very shaken by Sirius’s death- but he doesn’t think to inquire about Ron (or anyone.) He barely talks to his friends (again it’s understandable! Harry’s in shock and deep mourning.)

So yeah… I mean it just keeps going, doesn’t it? Harry mentally feels like Ron is SO important to him- but never SAYS anything like that, and doesn’t show it much through actions either… 

Book 6 

Harry saved Ron in book 6- but he’s saved loads of people. When Ron is dealing with ermione problems he does nothing to intervene or help- when he sees the slow motion car wreck happening- and then skips out on Ron whenever Lavender’s around. 

He’s more there for Ron than in previous books- but still Ron does SO much emotional labor in their relationship- and never gets a hint of recognition. Harry joins in on teasing and even helps set up Gin to make a joke at Ron’s expense :P I love teasing between friends! Don’t get me wrong, but Ron gets mocked a lot my his siblings- he does’t need his best friend teaming up with one :P

SO! Final book!

Ron is doing SO MUCH to help Harry. The ghoul, leaving his family in a very very dangerous state, constantly backing him up and nearly dying- and frankly he’s right- Harry DOESN’T have a plan. It’s frankly ridiculous how unplanned everything is. 

They have the terrible horcrux fight- and instead of acknowledging Ron’s fears at all- he mocks Ron and tells him to leave. Twice. Now Ron was being an asshole too in this scene- but only ONE of them was WEARING the Horcrux and being particularly targeted- and it wasn’t Harry. 

When Harry gets Ron back- and he saves his life and he finally sees what all Ron had been tortured with he FINALLY addresses Ron’s pain for a bit. He also FINALLY acknowledges Ron for doing things for him. Of course it’s framed in the whole ‘don’t worry about your eff up- you did all this tonight so that makes up for it!’ way- but this is the first time Harry has ever truly acknowledged Ron’s contributions in the whole series, that I can recall. 

Ron’s been his friend who was there for him for everything- and this is the only time he gets this sort of ‘thanks’ from Harry the whole series.

So there we go. 

I have to say, again, I don’t think Harry is a bad person- or that he’s the worst friend in the world or anything. He loves Ron very deeply and shows he cares through actions, wanting to spend his quality time with Ron, and showing respect for him (most of the time.) Like, he TRUSTS Ron, and I think Ron recognizes it as a sign of affection. It’s a good thing too, because Harry’s not the easiest friend. He’s moody, he’s a bit thoughtless, he comes with BAGGAGE, and will almost never give verbal gratitude for all the sacrifices.

He barely acknowledges the sacrifices mentally. And that’s why I feel Harry takes Ron for granted.

[paragonrobits]

facetious or sarcastic replies to something i said in complete seriousness/earnestness actually really irritate me, or upset me at worst

see the thing is... i have a really, REALLY hard time understanding tone or intent in text form. if i see a post where I had to actively work at figuring out what you meant, I am going to be annoyed just because I had to put effort into something that should have been a simple matter. you made it needlessly complicated just for a quick chuckle and trust me, that is really fucking annoying.

secondly, it feels like you’re insulting me. I said somethign completely serious, and I expect a serious response, or at least one that isn’t dismissive. but a response that is clearly not doing that is insulting, at best. and sarcastic is a worse response, because I always interpret sarcasm as low-grade hostility.

if you’re being sarcastic at me, without the benefit of a long-term friendship so i can actually interpret what you mean, i WILL take it as a sign that you’re actively mocking me, or being hostile in a less straightforward way.

[schultz55johannessen-blog]

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