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thesoul0fwit · 3 years

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All of the soft asks. Let’s hear it.

1. your favourite playlist (made by yourself or someone else)

Trouch and Traylor's Tangy Tunes (pronounced truck and trailer)

2. how many houseplants in your room, and what kinds are they?

Two. Devil's Ivy and a Spider Plant.

3. your favourite “grounding” activity (anything that involves using the hands/doesn’t involve “spacing out” or escapism - something like gardening, knitting, dancing, cooking)

My go-to is identifying things I can see around me, but typically, I have to say them out loud. Talking to someone while I do it helps a lot mid-flashback.

4. an account on social media whose posts make you smile

I love @weratedogs on Instagram. 15/10 recommend.

5. 5 tv shows that cheer you up

Schitt's Creek

Criminal Minds (somehow?)

Castle

Parks and Recreation

Avatar: the Last Airbender

6. how you get relaxed when you’re struggling to sleep

Does my Trazodone prescription count?

7. your favourite board game

Scrabble. If we count cards, I'm a sucker for CAH.

8. if you were going to write a non-fiction book on any topic, what would it be?

Trauma treatment or the effect of social media on adolescent development.

9. a quote that you would consider getting tattooed or putting in a frame

"Just eat." No joke, I want it as a side-underboob tattoo.

10. something you’ve created in the last year that you’re proud of (a playlist, a piece of art, some writing, a craft hobby, a social media account, etc)

I made an art account that I will not post the handle of publicly. Good luck finding that shit.

11. a tip or hack you’ve learned that makes cleaning or tidying easier

I got nothing, man.

12. if you could make a candle that smelt like anything, what would you pick?

It already exists, but I love the smell of campfires and charcoal grills.

13. the last so-bad-it’s-good joke you heard

Not last, but certainly my favorite (I'm biased because it's mine). I was reading through a restaurant menu and said, "Wait, if they have vegetable pho, where's vegetable PHRIEND." I laughed to myself for a solid five minutes.

14. an artist (of any kind) whose work you look forward to seeing

Ashleigh Balls' music.

15. the last tv episode that made you laugh out loud

I don't know what episode, but it was probably Schitt's Creek.

16. how you wake your body up when it’s feeling tired, achy or needs a stretch

Hot shower.

17. a bath, shower, beauty or toiletry product that makes you feel revived, or that you always re-order when it’s running out

Hello charcoal fluoride toothpaste.

18. a book series you can always escape in

Harry Potter

19. the sport or exercise you enjoy the most, and what’s helped you get better at it

Trampoline. You just gotta keep bouncing.

20. a skill you’ve picked up in the past few years

Resin casting (though it's been a minute since I last did it).

21. a youtube video you find useful, entertaining or relaxing

"Sarah Help Me" is one of my all-time favorite videos. I also like "Baby Sees Cat For First Time."

22. if you were going to dye your hair any colour of the rainbow, what would you choose?

I would take the dive and go for the light denim blue look.

23. the book you just finished and what you thought (no spoilers!)

I think the last book I finished was Hank Green's "An Absolutely Remarkable Thing." Oddly captivating, modern, very interesting take on the way social/mainstream media shapes identity and interpersonal connection.

24. describe the most wacky, weird and wonderful at-home outfit you’ve put together

I love my harem pants. My favorites are red striped, I'll usually have some weird sports bra on with them plus a giant blanket/sweater thing.

25. a game you’re playing that takes your mind off things

Don't play games much anymore.

26. the film you watched most recently that you could watch again and again

I can watch Short Term 12 over and over again.

27. your favourite flavour and brand of tea

Not a tea person, but I tolerate Bigelow's lemon ginger.

28. a good-will story you’ve heard on the news that’s made you feel hopeful

Our Mars rover, Perseverance, is doing well up there.

29. a favourite easy recipe: 5 ingredients or less, or takes less than 30 min to make

Vegan caesar salad. Baby butter lettuce, cherry tomatoes, Daiya shredded cheese, Sweet Earth Mindful Chick'n, and Follow Your Heart caesar dressing.

30. a song that makes you want to have a boogie round your bedroom

Dancing Queen. That being said, I'll just sing it to myself and dance in public. Hell, I'll dance without the music, too.

#ask

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neighbourskid · 3 years

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2020

What a year, huh? Surely not anything anyone has expected to happen when we woke up on this day a year ago. I certainly haven’t. I’m not even sure, now, where to begin to sum up this year like I’ve done years prior. But then again... I may just as well just dive right into all the media I consumed this year, as I have done every year. I haven’t kept track as detailed as I have last year, but my year was definitely punctuated by pieces of entertainment that have come into my life.

Continuing on from 2019, my obsession with Good Omens was still going strong. Which was ideal, since I was gonna spend the first half of the year writing my Bachelor thesis on it. The intensity of the obsession may have waned a bit since, but I still love that show and book dearly and hold it close to my heart, and I don’t think that will ever stop. But while Good Omens was certainly an overall theme throughout my year, there were some other things that actually stood out.

With January came new episodes of Doctor Who, and having returned to that particular bandwagon the year prior, I was all about that. Jodie’s second season finally brought what I had longed for in her first--a darker kind of Doctor. She wasn’t quite as bubbly anymore, you could finally see some of the depths in the character that I loved so in the previous regenerations, which made me love Peter’s Doctor so incredibly much. In this season, I felt, Jodie was finally becoming the Doctor. Overall, that season catered to me personally every single episode. So many of the time periods they visited were of people I loved, and the introduction of Sacha Dhawan as the Master was absolutely....well, masterful. Sacha is brilliant in that role and I am utterly stunned by his talent. Although both John Simm and Michelle Gomez brought things to the Master that I liked, it’s Sacha’s completely unhinged take on it that made me finally like the character. He’s a madman and I love it.

The next major thing was The Good Place. I tend to have a talent of getting into shows just as they either ended their entire show, or the final season is just coming up. It’s happened quite a bit, and it was the same with this. I finally binged the show early in January and it would end its final season at the end of the month. True to form, I was completely obsessed with it for about a month, before I only occasionally thought about it again. But, thinking back now, I get this incredibly fond feeling for this show, and I remember that the finale absolutely wrecked me and I basically ugly sobbed through the entirety of it. Also very true to form, actually. I want to rewatch it again some time, but honestly preferably with someone who has never seen it before. Which, obviously, is a difficult thing to do given, well, everything.

Next up is something that surprised me a lot. In the middle of having to write my BA thesis, my procrastination thought it would be a great idea to rewatch and catch up on the entirety of Criminal Minds. And so I binged 15 seasons of that instead of writing my thesis. Which, coincidentally, had also just aired its final season not long before I started my binge in March. Rewatching this, I realised just how little I took in of the actual, like, stuff in the show when I first watched it as a teen. Although I mostly cared about the characters and their found family this time around--although I do find the cases really fascinating most of the time too--I noticed just how much I am not watching this for the fact that they are in the FBI. I was hyperaware of how often they shot at people before doing anything else, how many of the suspects died before ever being questioned or being brought in, and it made my skin crawl. I am aware how fucked up the criminal justice system is, and especially in the US, how the police functions and how incredibly glorified they are in the media. But rewatching this show, I realised how little I actually paid attention to anything when I was younger. Big yikes. Still, I remembered my love for these characters, and I really enjoyed that rewatch a whole lot. Found family will always get to me.

Once I finished writing my thesis and handed it in early in July, I then found my next momentary obsession: Community. The show had finally come to Netflix earlier in the year and a friend of mine had watched it then. I remember watching that pilot episode back then and being completely uninterested in watching it. The comedy felt like it wasn’t quite up my street, the characters were entirely unlikeable, and I especially disliked Jeff who the show was more or less centred around. I binged Criminal Minds instead, but then decided to give it another try. And, well, I watched it twice through without taking a break to watch something else in-between. Ironically, and maybe actually unsurprisingly, Jeff ended up being my favourite and I found myself relating a lot to him and his arc throughout the series. I even found myself writing some short ficlet-like things in the notes app on my phone. I made an attempt at starting a third watch, but I guess then the month was up, and my brain decided it was time for something else. My hyperfixations usually tend to die out after about a month. Which is why my complete devotion to Good Omens was a pleasant surprise. I did, however, end up watching quite a bit of Joel McHale and Ken Jeong’s The Darkest Timeline podcast throughout August.

Early in September, while already preparing for the new term at uni, and my first semester in my Master’s studies, I then turned to New Girl. Friends of mine had seen it and recommended it, and I remember watching probably the entire first season on TV while I was in San Diego the first time around back in 2016. Or at least I think it was the entire first season. Either way, I binged that whole thing, realised through Nick Miller that the go-to character I am drawn to and tend to project on in any piece of media is usually what I like to call “the garbage man,” which Nick is a prime example of. And although I spent a month watching the show in-between starting university again and volunteering at a film festival, I didn’t spend much time afterward thinking about it and moved on to other things rather quickly. I enjoyed watching it, that much I remember, and I’m pretty sure I cried at the finale because it was done wonderfully, but seeing as another month was up, my brain was probably like “okay fine that’s enough”.

I then spent most of fall and early winter watching every single bad Christmas movie available on Netflix, which was quite fun. In that moment of festivity, I also watched a movie I found absolutely brilliant and fell in love with immediately. It’s a beautiful movie called Jingle Jangle, it has a magnificent soundtrack and is absolutely incredible. I had no idea Forest Whitaker could sing and he completely blew me away. If you haven’t seen it already, I highly recommend it. It doesn’t matter that Christmas is already over, it’s beautiful either way.

By the time December finally rolled around, I was already over the whole Christmas thing, to be honest and I turned away from festive movies or shows, and eventually ended up finally picking up a gem I had heard much about and had been meaning to watch for a while. A show which, as it were, also aired its final season earlier this year. This little show is Schitt’s Creek. I will be going on about what this show means to me probably in another post at length, but for now just let me say: if you haven’t seen it, find some place to watch it, and put this beautiful show in your eyeballs. I am on my second run through already (although I’ve seen the second half of the show a second time already while watching it with a friend on their first run through), and it brings me so much fucking joy. It’s a gift, this show. And it will likely stay with me for a very, very long time.

That’s about it for the big things. I also watched a whole lot of other stuff, including entirely new things, or just newly released seasons of things I was already watching. Here’s what I can remember off the top of my head:

Charlie’s Angels (2020). The Night Manager. The Witcher. Dolittle (2020). The Librarians (rewatch). Harley Quinn (2020). Sonic the Hedgehog (2020). The Chef Show (S1 part 3, S2 part 1). Avenue 5. Money Heist (part 4). The Good Fight (S4). Brooklyn Nine-Nine (S7). DuckTales (2017 reboot). Frankenstein live. Staged (2020). Hamilton. Sense8. Julie and the Phantoms. The Boys in the Band. One Night in Miami. Enola Holmes. Supernova. His Dark Materials (S2). Happiest Season. The Great Canadian Baking Show.

I also got some reading done in-between what I had to read for my thesis in spring, and then for regular university courses in fall. Here’s some of what I can remember:

Anthony Horowitz, The House of Silk. Ramona Meisel, Sunblind. Donna Tartt, The Secret History. Good Omens novel and script book. Matt Forbeck, Leverage: The Con Job. Keith R.A. Decandido, Leverage: The Zoo Job. Greg Cox, Leverage: The Bestseller Job. Greg Cox, The Librarians and the Lost Lamp. Greg Cox, The Librarians and the Mother Goose Chase. Greg Cox, The Librarians and the Pot of Gold. Neil Gaiman, Marvel 1602. Christina Henry, The Lost Boy. Neil Gaiman, Norse Mythology. John Green, An Abundance of Katherines. Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Aurora Leigh. Maria Konnikova, The Confidence Game.

Having mulled over all this entertainment I consumed in 2020, there are also some non-tv or book things I need to point out. As many, many other people around the globe, I have also spent a large amount of time this year on my Nintendo Switch, playing Animal Crossing: New Horizons. It is a game I have waited for since the Switch was first announced, and I fell in love with it from the moment the first trailer dropped. It has brought me great joy in this weird fucking year, and I have more or less consistently played it since it came out in March. I ended this year with the in-game New Year’s Eve celebration and I feel like that summed up this year quite neatly and appropriately.

This year also brought with it another game very close to my heart: Super Mario Sunshine. With their release of Super Mario 3D All-Stars in September, Nintendo finally brought my all-time favourite Mario game to my all-time favourite console, and I played the entire game through in the first week of owning it, in-between university courses and volunteering at the film festival. Also contained in that package was Super Mario Galaxy which I have also played through in its entirety since. All that’s left for me now is Super Mario 64, which I am excited to play through in the coming year.

And to round off my year of entertainment, there are two more things I would like to mention. First, David Tennant Does A Podcast With..., which released its second season this summer. It is one of the only, if not the only podcast I keep up to date with and listen to immediately whenever a new episode drops. I’ve loved the first season dearly, and David came back with some incredibly fantastic guests for the second season as well. I can’t wait for what the podcast will bring in the future, but I will wait patiently until it is time. I can highly recommend it for everyone who likes interesting conversations between lovely people who clearly adore each other a whole lot.

And finally, while this year brought a whole lot of bullshit with it, it also gave me something I never thought possible and did not even dare to imagine in my wildest dreams. My all-time favourite show announced that it would be rebooted with the same main cast (minus one), a new wonderful member, and involvement of the original creators, and even started filming already in summer. Leverage is coming back. I still cannot believe it. I hoped for a movie, always. That maybe one day, they might bring the gang back together, for one last job, just one more encore. But to get a whole new tv-show with Aldis, Christian, Gina and Beth returning? With the addition of Noah Wyle? I can’t wrap my head around it. I am so excited for this. I predict that I will ugly sob through the entirety of the pilot episode, if not the first season, and will have to rewatch every episode because of it, but I have no doubt that it will be brilliant and wonderful.

True to form, I have now gone on about tv shows and movies for far too long, and haven’t really said anything about this year at all. 2020 was fucking weird. And I don’t think 2021 will be much different quite yet. I wrote an entire BA thesis in 2020. I successfully finished by Bachelor’s degree and started my Master’s studies and even got some excellent first grades in as well. I was lucky enough to be able to see some friends and family throughout the year, and even celebrate my birthday with a small circle of friends. I’ve become closer with friends, shared experiences I wouldn’t trade for the world, and, I think, maybe also grown a bit as a person.

I started this year excited to finally be able to start taking testosterone in February, and to finish the first part of my studies by summer. Although I did both of these things, they didn’t happen quite how I imagined them, but I am glad that I could do these things nevertheless.

2020 was a hell year, for sure. But there were some moments in there that I wouldn’t want to lose.

I’ve tried very hard to not be optimistic about this upcoming year, and rather take a more realistic, even pessimistic approach. But I can’t help but be hopeful. Hopeful that this year will be kind to us, and if it isn’t, that at least, we’ll be kind to ourselves and each other. It won’t be easy, and not much will change, I think. But we have to approach the coming time with kindness and compassion. That’s where I’m at currently. And I think that’s all for now.

Be well, friends, and take care.

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tsushimanoonryo · 4 years

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Nicknames: Kimi (irl and online because I’m unoriginal)

Zodiac: Western- Aquarius. Eastern- Rabbit

Height: 5′ 5″

Timezone: CST (GMT -6)

Sexuality: Chaotic Bisexual

Favorite Video Games: The Mass Effect trilogy (Andromeda was bad, fight me), Bully (or Canis Canem Edit if you don’t live in America), Crusader Kings 2, Stardew Valley, the Harvest Moon series (the old stuff before it became Story of Seasons) Animal Crossing (any gen.), the Yakuza series (I’m deep in Yakuza hell right now), the Uncharted series, and Ghost of Tsushima!

Favorite Band / Artist: The Phenomenauts, Awich, Holly Golightly, The White Stripes, The Aquabats, Coeur de Pirate, Zombina and the Skeletones, Blondie

Favorite Movie: My top three (in this order) are The Lost Boys, Yojimbo, and What We Do in the Shadows

Favourite Show: Parks and Recreation, Cowboy Bebop, It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia, xxxHolic, What We Do in the Shadows, Schitt’s Creek. I’m also enjoying the Baby Yoda Show right now, but i wouldn’t call it a favorite.

Song Stuck in my Head: “Amazon”- M.I.A.

Last Movie I Saw: We re-watched Club Dread recently.

Last Thing i Googled: “Onna Joshu Naotora cast”

Do I Get Asks: Hardly ever. Only if it’s a meme that @odatodeath wants to use to bully Jin.

Average Amount of Sleep: 9 hours (I’m baby okay I need sleep)

What I’m wearing: Blue pajama shorts that have polar bears doing various summer activities on them, an black t-shirt of my friend’s old metal band, a black New Orleans Saint’s zip-up hoodie that I stole from my husband, and my glasses.

Favorite Food: All (that’s a lie, I fucking hate avocado).

Favorite Animal: Opossum, bats, bees, puppers

Play Any Instruments: I have rudimentary guitar and ukulele skills that don’t improve because I only pick my instruments up once every few months, play for like 3 weeks, then put them down for another few months and forget almost everything and lose my finger callouses. I can also play like 3 very simple songs on piano.

Eye Color: Mostly green, sometimes grey depending on the lighting. I feel like when I was a child, they were more dynamic. People told me they could see them change color sometimes? I never saw it, but reliable sources have told me it’s happened. That makes me sound like a Mary Sue, tho, so we’ll just say green.

Haiir Color: Poo Brown

Languages you speak: English. I can understand SOME French, but not enough to speak it. I need to start practicing on Duolingo again.

Random Fact: All ten of my fingers are double jointed in at least one joint, sometimes more than one. I have little racoon hands. I can pop my thumbs out of their sockets very easily and it doesn’t cause me pain.

Describe Yourself as an Aesthetic: Dumpster Fire or Walking Shitpost

Any Tattoos: I have 8! 1. A bird on my hip. 2. My maiden name in Arabic script on my ribcage (it’s an Arabic name, don’t worry, I’m not being a stupid white person, lol). 3. An illustration from the Alice in Wonderland book of Alice holding the “Drink Me” bottle on my back... I’m actually going to get this covered up because I got it when I was 19 and the artist wasn’t very good and it’s ugly. 4. A little ghostie on my right wrist. 5. An onna-bugeisha wielding a naginata on my left outer bicep 6. A cute lil samurai bat on my left inner bicep 7. A chochin-obake on the upper side of my left forearm. 8. The woman from the Botan Doro (Peony Lantern) Japanese ghost story holding the peony lantern on the underside of my left forearm. MY LEFT ARM IS MY WEEB SLEEVE THAT I’M CURRENTLY WORKING ON, OBVIOUSLY.

Piercings: One in each earlobe. I also had an industrial piercing in my left ear a few years ago, but it didn’t heal properly so I took it out. Now I have little tiny bumps where it used to be. ;_;

Tagged by: I actually stole this from @specialagentace

Tagging: @odatodeath, @koretohyuganokami, @agentsterling, @iamdarcylewis @ghostlyanon and anyone else who wants to

#meme #memes #ooc #munspeaks #look at my face #and my fat cat #his name is binx #he's lorge

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thomaslightwood · 5 years

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Do you know any good books to read right now? I need something good until Chain of Gold comes out.

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Anon, I'm not sure you're ready for this conversation. But you asked so nicely and I will give you some recommendations. I don't know your taste so I will try to share as many kinds of stories as I can. (Btw most of all are one of my favourite books ever so if you want to talk about some of them you always can text me 😉)

YA Books

Fiction

Aristotle and Dante discover the secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Sáenz - this thing is so sweet, so nice, so fucking beautiful and I love it. I recommend this to everybody who read this.

Odd One Out by Nic Stone - if you want one very complicated love triangle with a boy and two girls this is for you. One of the most good books about relationship and discovering of your sexuality.

And I Darken by Kiersten White - just read it. This shit deserves more attention.

Wolfe brothers series and The Book Thief by Markus Zusak - probably you know The Book Thief, the most famous book of Zusak (and it's wonderful!) but his debut series Wolfe brothers is totally worth to be read!!

Fantasy

The Walls Around Us by Nova Ren Suma - dark, so beautifully written, it's so fucking good, with strong female characters.

Six of crows by Leigh Bardugo - is there a need to say something about it? Just read it. I'm 99% that you will love it.

The Rest of Us Just Live Here by Patrick Ness - I have no idea if you have read Ness but if not, start with this. It's good - with fantasy, mental issues and some gay.

Half bad series by Sally Green - I'm still not sure what are my feelings towards this shit but part of me is still very broken because of it. Good luck.

The Reckoners trilogy by Brandon Sanderson - I know the author is more popular with other books but this series is very good too. It's the first (and the only one 😅) thing that I read from him.

Adult Books

Captive prince series by C. S. Pacat - three words, anon - enemies to lovers. And it's WONDERFUL.

Green Creek series by TJ Klune - werewolfs, gays, bisexuals and one wonderful asexual character. What more do you need?

The song of Achilles and Circe by Madeline Miller - I really wanted to read TSOA but started with Circe and it was surprisingly good! And TSOA was not disappointing!

Shades of magic series by V. E. Schwab - this series is very close to YA but it's not. There are one video "Adult books for YA readers" which was about if you're scared to read adult books and this series is part of it. And it fits very well!

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kindred-is-obsessed · 5 years

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Reasons you should be watching Craig of the Creek

Not enough people are watching this wonderful show, so I thought I’d do my best to introduce people to it. It’s made by former Steven Universe crew Ben Levin and Matt Burnett, so if you’re missing Steven Universe while it’s on hiatus this is a great way to keep away the hiatus blues, or if you just enjoy in cartoons. It’s great for a whole list of reasons, which broadly fall into the two categories of great representation and great storytelling:

Canonical queer representation

- The witches premiere in the episode The Curse. If you aren’t sure if you want to watch this whole show definitely watch this one at least! It’s my absolute favourite not least of all because it’s about teen goth girls in love. It has a sequel The Last Kid in The Creek which is also wonderful, and the witches cameo throughout the series. I don’t want to spoil too much but The Curse is essentially about the two not wanting to be separated and struggling to admit their feelings for each other. (Spoilers: they do and walk off alone, blushing, staring at each other lovingly, while the kids aww at them)

- Bernard and his girlfriend watch a cooking show hosted by a gay couple.

- Other cameos, hints and coded queer kids such as JP’s sister (who has fancy dinner reservations with Kat, a woman with a shaved head who compliments Kelsey’s fake sword). There’s also Raj and Shaun (two very close friends), as well as several very boyish tomboys, including Handlebarb and Turner.

- All public bathrooms I’ve spotted in the show have gender neutral signs on them which is nice.

POC representation

- Craig, the main character, is black and has a loving family explored in depth, including an activist grandmother working for the council, a wise and fun grandfather, a supportive fun dad who loves his amazing wife, an adorable assertive little sister, and an angsty overachieving older brother who just wants to be a good grownup who loves his family and girlfriend.

- There are MANY characters of colour. There are black and brown characters, Raj is Indian, Stacks is Hispanic (and it’s implied she is an immigrant), there are several Asian characters, Kelsey is Hungarian and Jewish, a persistent background character wears a hijab (I’m pretty sure she was named at some point but I can’t find her name anywhere. She definitely has lines at one point). I’m sure there are others I have missed. No one is a stereotype as far as I am aware.

Subtle neurodivergent representation

- JP is possibly on the autism spectrum. I’d love neurodivergent people’s opinions on this, but while the representation isn’t canonical or obvious I think it’s good that while JP is represented as having different thought processes from his friends, he isn’t made fun of for it, at least not by them. It’s noteworthy I think that he’s the eldest of the core trio, probably because he finds it easier to relate to younger people who still share his imagination and care less about his unique way of thinking. His neurodivergence is explored most explicitly in the episode Jextra Perrestrial, so if you’re interested in this kind of representation definitely check that episode out.

Non-nuclear family representation

- While the main character is a member of the typical nuclear family you see on TV (except black, and actually interesting) most of the other families we see are not.

- JP is raised by his mother and older sister. His father is never mentioned and their house is definitely in worse condition than the others we see. His family works hard to take care of each other. His sister is a nurse and both her and her mother are away a lot of the time, but they both love JP very much. JP’s sister also happens to be really openly body positive. I love them a lot.

- Kelsey’s father is an only parent. There’s still a lot of mystery surrounding how Kelsey’s mother passed away. It’s a very subtle but important part of Kelsey’s character and comes through in really bittersweet adorable ways (not limited to Kelsey using her “half-orphan”ness to guilt trip a man into giving her money)

- Other kinds of families are scattered throughout the show, including families that move around a lot, a home-school kid with a strict mother, and more.

Unique approach to fantasy and sci-fi

- You know how most kids show will take a kid’s fantasy and bring it to reality? Well Craig of the Creek keeps the fantastical and nostalgic element of that line of thinking but never confirms or denies whether the kids fantasies are real or in their heads. And not in a Scooby Doo way where the fantastical elements are explained away, but are hinted as a possibility right at the very end. Instead, two perspectives (the fantastical perspective and the realistic perspective) are woven into every episode.

- This means there are two ways to interpret every episode. You can view the witches as real witches, or as goth teenagers. You can view Helen as a kid from another dimension, or a home-school kid who is never at the creek at the same time as the other kids. You can view Deltron as a cyborg from the future, or as an imaginative kid from a big city.

- This is super unique and fun to watch. They come up with so many new ideas and its always fun to figure out what’s actually happening, while still getting to relive childhood fantastical nostalgia.

- Almost all of these episodes use this to talk about an issue, but these issues can get quite complex and are definitely not shoved down your throat.

Overarching mystery plot about a colonialist kingdom / cult

- Love the slow burn storytelling of Steven Universe’s Diamond Authority? Love putting together the mysteries of Gravity Falls? Then you’ll love this plot about colonialism, classism, bullying, peer pressure and more and its mysterious build up including cryptic graffiti art and flower symbolism.

- Even before this arc properly begins, Craig of The Creek primarily centers around the microcosm of the Creek. Many of the episodes have a lot of commentary on society, politics and how different factions of people form and interact.

- The show is over 50 episodes in and this arc is only just starting to kick off so now is the time to catch up and watch.

- Fun complex villain(s)

Complex relatable characters

- Want commentary and nostalgia about horse girls, children’s tea parties, weird kids, angsty teens, young weebs, dweebs and more!? Every childhood obsession is represented in this show.

- Adults! All the parents and older teens in this show are just as rich and complex as the kids. They are all so interesting and fun.

- Want characters with arcs, aims, fun relationships and complexity!? Look no further! Redemption arcs! Revelations! Found family! It’s all here!

Great art and soundtrack

- Cute background and character designs that make you nostalgic as hell and are also beautiful and well thought out.

- Sometimes the art design is changed up for a particular episode to portray a certain fantastical / sci fi element. It’s very fun and engaging.

- An opening song that’s fun to sing along to, bittersweet ending song that makes me want to cry, a couple of musical episodes including a super fun rap musical episode, and a great OST

Queer headcanons

- There are tons of ways to interpret the show but here’s some of my head canons just to get an idea.

- (Note that despite my headcanons I use the pronouns for the kids that they use in the show cause I’m not certain about any of it and they’re kids who haven’t come out yet and also for clarity and consistency’s sake – I’m not saying trans people are not their genders. Don’t worry I’m nonbinary)

- I headcanon that all the main trio grow up to realise they are queer. They strike me as that weird group of friends that doesn’t fit in with the other kids and aren’t quite sure how they all came to be friends, only to later realise they all showed early signs of breaking gender roles and that’s why they stuck together.

- Craig definitely grows up to realise he’s gay, bisexual or queer. His admiration for characters like Deltron and Green Poncho are definitely crushes that he mistakes for a strong sudden and eager desire for friendship.

- Kelsey probably grows up to realise she is nonbinary, a trans boy or a WLW. I mostly headcanon this because I relate to her a lot and I’m nonbinary and queer so I said so. She reminds me a lot of myself as a kid. She throws herself into books, mostly fantasy for escapism. She fantasises and writes a lot for the same reasons. She dresses like a tomboy (She always wears her hair up in the same bun which strongly reminds me of my own childhood hair dysphoria) and she hangs out solely with male friends.

- JP gives me strong trans lesbian vibes, or to a lesser extent nonbinary vibes. (I know his sister is WLW coded but take it from me there can be more than one queer in a family). He is interested in girls, specifically Maney the horse girl (he even joined the horse girls for one episode). He wears a long V-neck shirt that is essentially a dress ALL the time. He’s aware that he’s different and while self conscious sometimes, mostly just wants to express himself the way he wants to. He also chooses to go by initials JP over his very gendered name Johnathan Paul (In a recent episode he names a ship after himself, calling it “The SS Johnathon Paulina”).

- (Sidenote if you do start watching this show and I see any nasty shipping of these characters in non puppy-love fashion so help me god)

Other reasons

- The show is at times very intertextual and references Princess Mononoke, Super Smash Brothers, Sailor Moon, Lord of the Rings, and a billion other things. It also has some fun cameos, including background images of the Tres Horny Boys from The Adventure Zone, a TARDIS from Doctor Who, and a Cookie Cat from Steven Universe.

- Honestly, this post hasn’t done the best job explaining why I love this show so much. You honestly just have to watch an episode to understand fully what I’m talking about, so give it a go! Watch The Curse at least, it only goes for 10 minutes.

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mirclealignr · 4 years

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Home?

(Perspective of cecilia)

My Novel - Chapter 2

Any and all feed back welcome <3

A/N: I’d love to know what you think (theories and feedback) about this and whether I should continue with it <3 likes, comments or reblogs or anything really are super appreciated 🤍

Word Count: 1899

My train arrived in the city at around midday. I wasn’t hungry, I’d eaten a little on the journey. And besides, I was so nervous to see Daisy and Albert again that I couldn’t have eaten anything. I barely ate what I bought for myself. I had half of my sandwich and picked at the crisps, the remnants of which were on the seat next to me which hadn’t been booked. I was glad for that, I was very fidgety, and anyone next to me would have become very frustrated with me. After everyone in my coach had stood up and retrieved their luggage, I too did the same. I collected my sandwich and crisps and put them neatly into my bag, careful not to spill any of it. I stood up and walked to the end of the carriage and pulled my two suitcases from the second shelf of the rack. I rolled each of them to the door and set them down on the platform in front of me before stepping onto it myself.

I looked around for Daisy and Albert but I couldn’t find them. No doubt they had managed to get themselves lost. They were both terrible with directions. Nearly five years ago when they were taking me to the train station instead of away from it, we got so lost that I nearly missed my train. I walked to one of the benches lined upon the platform and sat down, pulling my possessions close into me.

I turn to look at the clock, ten minutes has gone by. Perhaps they got the time wrong. I reach into my bag, and pull out my book. I attempt to read it, but none of the words are going in. I’m so nervous. I glance up from my book and see a woman, frantically looking around on the platform. She has shoulder length, golden brown hair, and it’s swaying behind her as she moves. She’s wearing a wonderful dress, it’s vintage, yellow, with a brown belt wrapped around her waist, and a blue denim jacket about her shoulders. It’s Daisy.

I stand up, anxious at what she might think of me. When I was younger, and living with her, my hair was very long and a dark brown, almost black. I had very pale skin and I was very skinny. Now, I had very short, light brown hair. Where I lived in Germany was always very sunny, so I was naturally tanned. I had grown into myself, my hips had broadened and I wasn’t so skinny anymore. I was slender, I had a fit physique. I was wearing a corduroy pink skirt with tights and a white Tee-shirt underneath my oversized leather jacket. We locked eyes, she saw me. She knew it was me. I looked a lot like her now. I looked a lot like my mother.

She rushed over to me, and crashed into my body, wrapping her arms around me. Oh how I have missed daisy. Her embrace was so intense, I thought I might cry, but I held it in. She was crying. She pulled away and took a good long look at me.

“You look so beautiful. You look exactly like your mother,” she says, tears in her eyes.

“Thank you. You look wonderful as well, you haven’t changed,” I say. I’m glad she hasn't changed. She’s still my Daisy. The Daisy I always remembered.

She doesn’t know what to say, I can see it. I don’t know what to do either. But it doesn’t last long, Albert comes running in after her and as soon as he sees me, his eyes widen. He walks over to me, he’s not running but he’s walking at a pace. He stops in front of me and takes me in, and then leans forward with his arms out. I lean into his embrace. Albert has been Daisy’s partner since she was nineteen. They married shortly after I turned eleven, putting them at twenty-one. And here we all are, nearly six years later.

“Hello Albert,” I say, smiling.

“Hello, Cecilia. You look great,” he says to me, patting my shoulder. I nod my head. Daisy begins to babble, all about my old room, the house, the village. I love her voice, I love hearing her talk. I almost forgot how it sounded. The voice in her letters gradually faded into my own. I’ve missed Daisy.

I don’t look out the window much in the car journey. I want to see it all for myself when I walk. I walk a lot, it’s one of my favourite things to do. The scenery in Germany where I lived was wonderful, but it held no memories for me. Walking here, back home, that would be different. Daisy asked me lots of questions about how I had been, what Germany was like and all sorts of extras. I had talked about a lot of it in my letters but I knew it wasn’t the same. So I answered them all. When we arrive at the house, I step out of the car and look at it. It’s the same. Made from stone, it stands tall and proud, the large windows allowing you to see into the wonderful interior. The garden was lovely as well, Daisy must have kept it up. It was a wild garden, tamed to her liking. There were dozens of buttercups and forget-me-nots and little bluebells. It was quite a sight to see. Towards the back she was growing three sunflowers. I always remembered telling her that I wanted sunflowers. I suppose she eventually got around to it. The bay windows were lined with fairy lights and the shutters had been repainted a lovely pale green. My bedroom was in the back of the house, so I couldn’t see whether any of it looked the same. I’m sure it did.

Albert took my suitcases from the back of the car.

“Bloody hell, what have you got in here?” He says, straining to lift them up.

“About the last five years of my life. I couldn’t leave anything behind,” I say. Daisy rushes over in front of me to unlock the door. She opens it and beckons me in. I was right, nothing had changed. It was still all very modern looking. All very sleek. There were photos and paintings on the wall in the landing and the living room. The cream sofa had been kept very clean over the years, as well as their cream chair. The kitchen was bigger than I remembered. The countertops matched the sofas, but the cupboards were a dark brown, contrasting very nicely.

“Are you hungry? No I suppose not. Would you like to see your room? Well I mean nothing has changed,” she gushes.

“Yes, actually I’d love to see my room,” I say. I can remember it as clear as day, but that’s not the same as seeing it. She leads me up the stairs, the wall beside them is filled with photos of her and Albert, me and her friends. And my mother and father. I hesitate next to their photo, but quickly regain my composure and continue up the stairs behind Daisy. She opens the door to my room and waits in the landing.

“I’ll leave you alone for a while, Albert will bring you your things,” she says smiling, and leaves. Just like that. I would imagine that she doesn’t know how to talk to me anymore. Talking to an eleven year old is very different to talking to someone who is nearly seventeen. I’ll admit, I’m not sure how to talk to her either. So, we don’t.

I look at my room. The walls are painted white and filled with posters, art and photos from my eleven year old life. The bed is barely two feet from the ground. I sit on it and it creeks under my body weight. I think a new one is in order. I gaze at my room, all the stickers on the furniture, all the childish books scattered across the room and and on the white bookcase. The little TV with a curved screen. I was not getting rid of that, it looked amazing. My vanity desk, made to look vintage. That would stay too.

Though it was my first day here, and I had only been back in the country a few hours, (including the train journeys) I wanted to clear it out and make it new. I wouldn’t be able to sleep with all these memories starring me in the face and suffocating me. It had to go. I start by ripping the posters of Olly Murs and JLS off of the walls. I hadn’t listened to them in a long time. I much preferred older music, or very unpopular modern music that no one had heard of. The wall stickers had to go too, and all the old art. I leave the pictures of me and my family up, they were staying exactly where they were. I walk up to a chest of drawers and open it. It’s full of all my old clothes. I pick out a few items I want to keep for sentimental reasons, and put the rest of them in a pile. A charity shop could make very good use of them. I walk over to the vanity and get rid of some of the brick-o-brack I had on top of it. In the drawer were old brushes and combs and hair ties. They would probably all go, I had all of that in my suitcase. I gather all my books and go through them. I decide to keep the Harry Potter series and The Lord Of The Rings. The rest would go. I should probably get The Hobbit as well, I’ve never read it.

I’d managed to keep much of my feelings in check since I arrived back at the house. But all that came crumbling down. I sit on my bed looking at old photos of me and my friends. Tears are streaming down my face, remembering them, remembering us and how happy we were. Who would’ve known that it would all come to end, and so soon after many of these photos were taken. There’s one picture of all of us down by the river that we used to go to all the time. It’s heartbreaking. There we all are, Alex, me, David, Evan and Bailey. I run my fingers across the print and linger on the figure of David. Poor poor David.

It was the summer of 2015 when David died. It was right before his twelfth birthday. They said he’d ‘had an accident’, and fallen into the river, banged his head and drowned. But we never went to the river alone. We never did that. We agreed never to do that, it was our place. We would never go alone, especially at night. And we were eleven, the thought of going to the river alone at night scared the living daylights out of us. We tried one summer to sneak out and go, but we got too scared and ended up turning around. We were all grounded for nearly a month. He would never have gone alone. They said the time of death was around midnight. He definitely wasn’t alone.

I wanted to go back. I wanted to see it.

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megalony · 5 years

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Royal affair- Part 1

This is the first part of my new dark! Ben Hardy series which involves a love triangle with Joe. I hope you all like it, feedback is always appreciated.

Taglist: @lunaticspoem @butlegendsneverdie @langdonzvoid @jennyggggrrr @rogmeddows @radiob-l-a-hblah @rogertaylorsbitontheside @chlobo6 @rogertaylors-lipgloss @sj-thefan @omgitsearly @luckytrashgooprebel @scarsout @deaky-with-a-c @killer-queen-ofrhye @bluutac @vousmemanqueez @jonesyaddiction

Series taglist: @rogahs-drowse

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Summary: (Y/n) is in an arranged marriage to Joe who is a prince that she barely knows. Somehow an affair with a stranger arises but (Y/n) soon finds out the stranger is none other than Joe’s brother Ben... the King.

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Why was she here?

Why was she wandering these strange corridors that felt like they were part of a big maze? Corridors which seemed to move and switch behind her back to lock her into a different part of the castle so she didn't know where she was or where she had just been.

(Y/n) didn't want to be here. This wasn't her home, these weren't the corridors she had grown up wandering around. She didn't know where the servant's stairs and back corridors were like she did in her old home that she used to run down to play hide and seek or just to feel like she was a rebel escaping without anyone finding out.

These weren't the windows she had stared out as a child or a young girl, those weren't the fields and plants and trees and hills that she had adored as a teen. These carpets weren't the ones she had felt beneath her feet when she was running up and down with little else to do or someone to find.

Her family weren't here and she was here with the person she didn't want to be with.

(Y/n) had been perfectly fine back home with her books and of course with Elaine, the maid who was more like a mother to her. She had been happy there, fine and content without wanting anything else from life at that point. But then her parents had to flip everything upside down.

Her parents decided that since she was now nineteen they wanted her to be married off to someone, maybe to get rid of her or maybe just because they had found a suitor who wanted to be with her who was of great status in society. But (Y/n) hadn't wanted to get married. She didn't want to become a princess and marry a prince who was such a mix of arrogant then sickly sweet that she wondered if he had a personality disorder.

Of course, with her newlywed husband being a prince, they were going to live wherever he chose and he decided to up route (Y/n) and that they would live in his home. His home that was the castle he grew up in.

(Y/n) never wanted to move into a castle or be married to a prince or to be a princess. She had been far from happy living with her parents but it had been more than enough for her. She had a fairly sized home on an estate that had no neighbouring houses within a large mile range. She had a few friends that used to visit in the summer and occasion in the winter. She had Elaine to be a mother to her, Eliza who was one of the servants who was her best and most trusted friend and her home was big enough that it fuelled her imagination without her bumping into her parents.

Then her parents had to spoil it all and she could never forgive them for marrying her off when she didn't want to be married. She further couldn't accept her new husband who didn't care when she said she would rather not get married straight away. She asked both him and her parents if they could simply have a courtship instead so she could see if she could learn to like and possibly love him but they all wanted a wedding as soon as.

So (Y/n) found herself married to Joe and living in a home that was only good because it meant she could get lost away from everyone.

(Y/n) found comfort in the fact that she had been able to bring Eliza along with her as her maid so she at least had someone to confide in and be around who was familiar and a true friend. Eliza was happy about being in a castle, she had never seen such a big home and a large kitchen and she had a larger room herself. She felt her life was fulfilled because she deemed that she was destined to be a servant, but a maid to the princess in such a vast castle was like a dream come true to her.

If only they could trade places, then both of them would have been content in life.

(Y/n) would have preferred to be a maid rather than a princess and Eliza deserved to be cared for and loved and treated as an elegant lady.

Trailing her hand across the pink and pale cream wallpaper that felt like faded silk beneath her fingertips, (Y/n) walked ina daze down the long hallway. She didn't know where she was going or where she was but it didn't matter. She wasn't technically lost because she never had a destination in mind in the first place but if she did she most certainly wouldn't know where to go.

She knew she was on a high floor of the castle, the vast arched windows on her right showed her the tops of the trees and the stream that looked like a small streak of paint from this distance.

Tilting her head down to look at her feet, (Y/n) started walking and placed her feet in front of one another as if she was walking on a tight rope. She kept her balance as she started placing her feet on the circles on the dark red and black carpet. Sometimes she wished she was still a child, just a young little girl running around and imagining that she was playing pirates or that she was a spy. Her most favourite was to pretend she was a rebel escaping an intricate trap. She'd run down servants stairs as quietly as she could, walk on tiptoe so she didn't make certain floorboards creek. Hide when servants or maids passed by and weave around objects and crawl around to try and escape.

Being a child seemed so much easier than being someone's wife, than being a princess.

A gasp escaped (Y/n)'s lips when she suddenly felt her body colliding with someone else's. Her hands flew out and landed on steady arms as hands latched onto her hips to stop her from falling backwards. Her feet skidded against the fluffy carpet before stabilising themselves as (Y/n) planted them back firmly on the ground so she was stood upright with the stranger's help.

Daring to lift her head to look at the stranger she had walked into, (Y/n) found that it was clearly someone she didn't know. There were only a small handful of people she did know after being here for one day and most of those were servants.

(Y/n) found herself looking at a rather dashing man who had the kind of eyes that seemed to hold another world full of ulterior motives. His emerald green eyes pierced her own as she scanned her eyes quickly over him. He had pale blond hair that verged on white at the tips which were curling at the ends and falling in front of his eyes. The hair at the sides of his head was shaved rather short compared to the longer strands on top of his head. He was a bit taller than herself, with broad shoulders and arms that held tensed muscles.

Something about his smile seemed to make her weak at the knees yet feeling wary and as if she should take a step back.

"Daydreaming, lovely lady?" His voice was like velvet as his hands gently squeezed her hips but with enough pressure to make her jump at the touch.

"I- I'm sorry-" (Y/n) stuttered as she tried to compose herself yet she didn't find herself letting go of his arms that were still pressed to her sides. His hands didn't make a move to let her go even though both of them were now stable and stood without the risk of falling over.

"No harm done." He dismissed with a shake of his head. A rather devilish smile pulling at his rather red lips at the squeak that left (Y/n)'s lips when he tugged her closer to his chest. (Y/n) didn't know what he was doing or what he thought he was going to do but she found herself unable to move or even speak. She shouldn't even be allowing him to do this, she was married now. She didn't know if this man was a servant or a royal himself or if he was simply someone who was visiting but it shouldn't matter who he was. He shouldn't be caressing her hips with his thumbs or pressing himself against her. He shouldn't be grinning at her like that.

She shouldn't be letting him do this.

Neither of them said anything for a moment or two, seemingly entranced by one another as (Y/n) couldn't help but stare at his eyes. They were like pools or swirling colours of the atmosphere that seemed to deepen and go on forever. It was a wonder that she didn't get lost in those eyes.

"What a dazzling smile, lovely lady." He commented, causing (Y/n) to snap out of her thoughts.

Whoever this man was, he seemed to like to make (Y/n) feel shocked or even unnerved because his emerald eyes darkened in what she could only guess was delight at the look on her face when he brushed his thumb over the corner of her lips.

Why was he doing this, why was she staying immobile? Why didn't she feel that this was wrong?

His fingers grazed over her jaw as his thumb started to trance her lower lip, gently pulling it down as it did so. He leaned his head down near her own as he continued his actions agonisingly slowly, suddenly pressing a bit harder on her lip causing a small pinching feeling to arise as if he was biting her lip instead of adding pressure to it. His head moved a bit closer until she could feel his breath against her own and she was so sure he was going to kiss her.

In the blink of an eye, his thumb was suddenly pressing harsher to her lip before the contact disappeared altogether. He pulled back to his proper height and let go of her hips causing (Y/n) to wobble forwards just a little at the lack of contact.

And just like that, he was gone.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Looking to the annoying band that sat on her ring finger, (Y/n) sighed in annoyance before slipping the slightly loose item from her finger. Stuffing the item into the back pocket of her trousers before she carried on walking.

Why did she have to get married? Why did she have to marry Joe of all people?

Someone who could be kind and considerate one moment and then the next he wanted things his way and seemed cold and ignorant. He didn't like how friendly (Y/n) was with the staff, he didn't like how she preferred trousers over the awful heavy dresses her mother had sent her with. He didn't like how she was disinterested in the ruling of the kingdom and how she simply wanted to be away from him for as long as possible.

Making her way down the staircase on her left, (Y/n) ran her hand through her hair as she tried to calm herself down. She didn't want to be here, this wasn't her home, this wasn't her family and Joe shouldn't be her husband because she didn't love him. She didn't even want to learn to love him because this was all in the wrong order.

She should be able to choose who she wanted to court and then if she loved them or just wanted to be with them she should choose to marry them. Her parents should not pick someone and then force her to go through with it because they found it suitable.

Exiting the stairwell, (Y/n) turned right and started walking, again having no destination in mind but she knew she wanted to be away from Joe and everyone else. She still didn't really know anyone here and Eliza was working just like everyone else. (Y/n) knew Joe's brother was the King since their father had passed and their mother had only married into the bloodline but she didn't know his brother. Joe wasn't exactly fond of him and he hadn't been at the wedding but their mother had and she seemed nice enough, if a bit snobbish at times.

(Y/n) just wanted to go home.

"We must stop meeting like this, lovely lady." The same, melodic yet calculating voice cut through (Y/n)'s ears when her shoulder roughly bumped with someone's arm.

Her body stumbled forward but yet again, the stranger's arms enveloped around her to stop her from colliding with the carpet. Since their original meeting, the pair had almost collided a second time near the dining hall and then they had clocked one another on the third floor where (Y/n) saw him boxing. She had never really seen people box before, nor had she watched many sports but she found it fascinating.

The stranger was very good at the sport that he seemed to enjoy, whoever it was he was fighting against had taken a battering and neither of them had even been wearing boxing gloves. Their knuckles and fingers were simply taped together like they would be beneath the gloves and the stranger had only been wearing shorts. So when he caught (Y/n) watching he winked with a smile that resembled a shark.

"Sorry." (Y/n) mumbled, her eyes looking to her feet as she tensed but didn't rebel when he slowly turned her so she was facing him. His hands staying on her arms, rubbing her exposed skin causing goosebumps to arise under his touch.

"I'll let it slide this time." His tone sounded so serious, so very suddenly annoyed like she was wasting his time but when her eyes quickly met his own, he was grinning again. "Does this lovely lady have a name?" His voice was softer like velvet this time as he leaned a little closer to her, his eyes sparkling with delight as (Y/n) swallowed quickly before trying to gain composture. Needing some courage so her voice didn't wobble as if she was trying to impress him.

"(Y/n). And yours?"

"Call me whatever you like, my love." He was playing a game- no, he was teasing her.

He was actually teasing her without knowing anything about her but her name and that she seemed to daydream rather a lot. (Y/n) knew nothing of this man either. She didn't know his name, who he was, what he was doing here except for wandering around and boxing which looked more like he was beating the crap out of someone else for fun.

She should go.

Her chest constricted the moment his hands moved to her hips before roughly pushing her up against the wall. When no protests left her lips and she only looked shocked, he pressed himself against her like he did the first time they met but this was different. She was wedged between him and the wall, she could feel every inch of him against her and she could feel his breath when he leaned closer to her. His lips were much closer than they had been last week but they still weren't touching hers, only letting their breaths mingle and entwine together.

"You need to relax." He mumbled, feeling how tense she was and how immobile since she hadn't moved a single muscle. He could only just see her blinking and feel her breathing, those were the only signs of movement and life he could find.

His eyes were no longer green, they were darker like seaweed under the calmest of waves. Like a veil over the emerald gems in his eyes giving him a more sinister look about him. Those veiled eyes drifted from her own down to her lips that she automatically darted her tongue over out of habit. Her own eyes simply watched his expression, clearly waiting for him to make the next move as she didn't know what to say or what to do.

(Y/n) knew what she was meant to do, but she knew what she wanted to and it was the wrong choice.

She shouldn't want to be with a complete stranger because she wanted to be the rebel she always thought she was. She shouldn't want to be with him because he was mysterious and different and exactly the opposite of Joe. She should want to push him away or slap him or scold him for acting so crude and sexual and looking at her like that. She should walk away because she is now married. But why should she?

She didn't want to get married but she did and in her mind, it still wasn't sinking in that she was married. Right now there was no band on her finger and she couldn't feel one on his own either. If they both wanted what she was sure he was going to insinuate, then where was the harm?

Finally.

His lips pressed against her own with fever and hunger and a slight hint of aggression. His fingers dug into (Y/n)'s hips causing her to gasp against his lips but he seemed to ignore the sound. His knee pushed between her legs causing (Y/n) to straighten up against the wall but she couldn't move very far or do very much. She moved her hands from his arms to his neck, slowly scraping her nails against the very short strands of hair at the back of his head. His teeth bit down on her lower lip when he pulled back for air, his eyes sparkling as he kissed her lip when a speck of blood arose from his actions.

He seemed surprised when (Y/n) pulled him closer so she could kiss him again, suddenly becoming intoxicated and overwhelmed by the feeling. Kissing this stranger in front of her was so different than when she kissed Joe and she loved it. The feeling was so different, so ferocious and igniting and passionate as opposed to sweet or just needy.

(Y/n) tipped her head back against the wall when he kissed the corner of her mouth before slowly moving further down. Kissing his way along her jawline before venturing to her neck. His lips curving into a smirk against her skin when he bit down harshly on the flesh below her ear that was tender and smooth causing her to gasp. The thought of Joe seeing the mark or anyone walking down here now and finding them didn't even cross (Y/n)'s mind as she felt overwhelmed by the simple yet burning action he was creating against her neck.

No one ever gave her a love bite like that before.

Her knees almost caved when he started peppering his lips over the burning mark he created that he seemed proud of. He kissed down her neck again before moving his hands from her hips to the back of her thighs, holding tightly before tapping her legs to signal he wanted her to move. His head stayed buried in the crook of her neck as he lifted her feet from the ground, hooking her legs low over his hips before leaning back to kiss her lips again.

The stranger clearly knew where he was going as he walked a few feet down the corridor to the left before barging into a room that was unfamiliar to (Y/n). He kicked the door closed behind him before stabilising (Y/n) against him with one arm so he could lock the door with his other hand.

(Y/n) quickly realised they had to be in a bathroom when she felt him sitting her down on the sink. The taps pressing into her lower back as his hands slipped under her shirt.

Just like that, the ring in her back pocket was forgotten.

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a-vampire · 4 years

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3, 4, 5, 22, and 23 for the ask thing !

3. your favourite “grounding” activity (anything that involves using the hands/doesn’t involve “spacing out” or escapism - something like gardening, knitting, dancing, cooking)

4. an account on social media whose posts make you smile

5. 5 tv shows that cheer you up

22. if you were going to dye your hair any colour of the rainbow, what would you choose?

23. the book you just finished and what you thought (no spoilers!)

oh shit 2 asks this is Unprecedented!!

3. honestly probably gardening! I just started it like, a few weeks ago, but I just, Love Plant™

4. um, u and @the-rxven-king?? but also if people I know don’t count then like, any of the taz blogs I follow jdfsklg or @thebibliosphere! love joy she was in my dream a few nights ago

5. oh shit I don’t watch a lot of tv dfjsgkl so I’m gonna include youtube series in this, bc otherwise it’d be just like 2 things but

Schitt’s Creek

Great British Bake Off

The Good Place

It’s Alive! with Brad Leone (youtube)

Ruining History (,,youtube)

22. would it be cheating to say the rainbow bc I’d love to have rainbow hair… otherwise I’d say like. a deep teal. that actually stays teal for more than a week. bc every time I’ve dyed my hair teal it’s always become green after a few days

23. I recently finished The Love Interest by Cale Dietrich! it was pretty good, the premise was very interesting while also being A Little Bit Horrifying and I did like the ending. gave it 4/5 stars on goodreads

#powerwordheal

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joemuggs · 5 years

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I Don’t Wanna Go

J Mascis is one of the best rock stars ever, I love him so much. I was reminded by this great Rolling Stone interview how great his (incredibly dry) chat is so I dug out this thing I did with him for the late lamented The Word mag in 2007.... actually not sure this ever ran...

FILM/TV: I’ve been watching a lot of DVD TV series, the whole series in one go. Gray’s Anatomy has been good, I like long, long dramas – things like seem like a really long, long, bad movie. I like just the quantity, the fact you can watch it for so long; I can get into just about anything if it’s long enough, if it’s really bad it might take 8 episodes to get into, but I’ll get into it. I started watching Dawson’s Creek recently, having never seen it before; the first series of that was actually really good, but I’m on the second one now and it’s getting horrible quite fast – I don’t know if I can power through another seven seasons or so. The girls all seem to break up with Dawson for absolutely no reason, it’s just not believable, they’re in love one day then the next they want to break up just for drama’s sake. A lot of these long series get horrible as they go on – I’m fed up with the Gilmore Girls which is on its seventh and last series now, and it seems all the talent on the series has been pushed out and the whole thing is just melodramatic and cheesy, where it used to be full of banter, full of people drinking a lot of coffee and talking fast, which is something I really appreciate. Same with The OC this year, it’s got pretty bad – Marissa has died and it’s gone boring. I watched Pan’s Labyrinth and Last King Of Scotland this year – but I was surprised how violent both of them were. I almost wish I’d left before the horrible stuff started – I hate that inevitable violence… I like random violence in movies, non-sequitur violence, slapstick violence, guys losing arms randomly, stuff like that. I loved Grizzly Man, the guy who got eaten by the bear, that guy was just so wild; I love Crumb too, for the same reason: that I like watching people who are crazier than I am. My favourite films are Crumb, Rushmore and Harold & Maude, they all speak to different parts of my life.

BOOKS: I read a lot of rock biographies. All of them, in fact. Just now I was reading the Mick Fleetwood biography – I was really interested to find out about Peter Green and also Stevie Nicks, and about the middle period between those eras. I read a book about the Ramones that their road manager wrote, that was really interesting. I read a lot of kinda spiritual books as well, I like to get different perspectives on what different people are thinking about – recently I’ve read some parts of books by [Amachi] who’s an Indian saint, and Dalai Lama books. I don’t really like it if it’s some yuppie guy who’s decided he’s New Age. I don’t like the New Age, I’m more interested in things that have stood the test of times. I also like Image Guitar Magazine, geeky stuff – I like to know about effects, and see the latest prices of old guitars, just to shock myself. Especially lately it’s really accelerated, a guitar can go from $20,000 to $100,000 in two years in these weird stores that are dedicated to rich people who collect guitars as investments, putting so much money in that they’re afraid to pick it up in case they wipe off a hundred grand in value!

MUSIC: The Fleetwood Mac thing is a big interest for me, I have a thing about the blues kinda rock of the time – Peter Green, Taste, Rory Gallagher, Free, Groundhogs, stuff like that. Dinosaur Jr was always a combining of all the eras we loved, so there was that blues rock, then Beach Boys, Black Sabbath, and from the 80s Birthday Party, Minor Threat, the first Jesus & Mary Chain records, My Bloody Valentine, even REM – these are all things I listen to sometimes, kinda in cycles. For more recent stuff I see a lot of bands play in my town, there’s a scene of all these people playing together, which I see live rather than listening to, a small scene so every show is different, improvisational. MV&EE are a part of that, which is how I came to play the mellotron on their album. Witch, another band I play with, came out of that too, though they’re a bit more Black Sabbath, a bit more song-based than the “free folk” guys like MV&EE. Some of these new metal-influenced bands with drone stuff, that guy from Sunn 0))) for example, are involved with this scene too, and Japanese bands who visit, like Acid Mothers Temple and Boris. Everyone has the same influences, it seems – Black Sabbath, Bert Jansch, Velvet Underground, but the way they combine those have quite different results. It’s still underground, definitely for kids who aren’t fitting in, these are pretty intelligent people, left-wing people, not mainstream at all. I saw Jeffrey Lewis recently, a really funny video of his about Will Oldham, about how all the hip kids on the New York Williamsburg scene are looking for a Jesus figure to give them all the answers. I saw (Smog) solo for the first time the other day, and I was so impressed, he’s funny too, but a great songwrier. Joanna Newsom was following but (Smog) was just in another league. He writes a real pop song.

#dinosaur jr #j mascis #grunge #psychedelia #blues rock #classic rock #metal #\m/

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yikescomma · 5 years

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11/11/11 tag!

thanks for tagging me @writersung and @short-n-simple !

rules: answer 11 questions, write your own 11, tag 11 people!

these are @writersung‘s questions!

1. Do you enjoy killing your characters or do you hate it? i really hate it! i grow very attached to my characters.. even the mean ones.. plus killing your characters isn’t super prevalent in the genres i write in so it’s not that hard to avoid.

2. Who is your favorite author and why? honestly? i really enjoy the relatability of alice oseman’s work, as well as her characters. radio silence is one of my favourite books of all time. i also really like maggie stiefvater’s prose and her characters as well. the raven cycle series is one that’s dear to me! i have a lot of authors that i really adore beyond these two but they were the first to come to mind.

3. Would you switch lives with any of your characters? Why or why not? uhhh... probably not. my characters all go through way too much for me. also... i already have the base characteristics of most of them. namely; gay.

4. What’s your favorite genre to write? tbh coming of age is something that has always appealed to me for writing because i love exploring integral parts of characters developments and lives and also how change effects people and their relationships... i like writing romances but i never want to write a book that’s solely about romance. sea flowers doesn’t even have romance until book 2 and dyways is more about michael, elias, and june as people and how noah’s creek effects their development and sense of self than the relationship between michael and elias.

5. What is something you hate about your main character(s)? they’re all majorly stupid. not necessarily in terms of intelligence, but they all have their moments of being completely oblivious and it’s a little infuriating to write

6. Would you let your work get turned into a movie even if the movie sucked? Why or why not? no? i don’t think so. i care a lot about my books coming out correctly and i think that would extend to media based on my books too.

7. What is your favorite part of the writing process? all of it? it’s really difficult but i just love... writing.

8. What is something you absolutely hate about writing but you do it anyway? this is going to sound kind of stupid but... starting. it’s the hardest part of writing for me and i often put it off by trying to say i’m still working on my outline but it’s inevitable, obviously.

9. How often do you really write on average? i try to write every day but realistically i get actual words on page maybe a couple times a week.

10. Who is a fictional character from another book, movie, or show that you wish you created first? oh my god. there are so many. first of all, i’m looking at you, writeblr. all of your ocs are so amazing.

11. What’s a genre you’d love to write and you’d hate to write? i’d love to write a dark academia novel and i even have a few ideas in mind... i could never write a high fantasy novel or science fiction. the idea is so daunting

these are @short-n-simple‘s questions!

1) Do you prefer to write on paper or computers? i like paper for planning, and typing for actual writing!

2) What is/are your OC(s) favorite colors? sam’s is blue. will’s is purple. sunny’s is yellow. rowan’s is red. june’s are dark blue and dark red. elias’ is green. michael’s are blue/grey.

3) What is one method you use to flesh out characters? i spend a lot of time thinking about little details about them, like their nervous tics, as well as really considering how they react to the situations they experience in the novel(s)!

4) If you could put your OC(s) in a different genre which one would you pick? that’s... difficult. i really do have a soft spot for dark academia, like i said, but i don’t know if any of my character’s would fit into that genre!

5) Whats one thing you think you have improved on since you started writing? describing characters!

6) What have you changed anything about your OC(s) since you created them? will used to be much more of an asshole, to be honest. then, i got tired of writing a character that i didn’t like as a major character.

7) What is your favorite genre to write? answered above!

8) What is one of your favorite quirks about your OC? i really love including tiny little details about my characters, but one of my favourites is that when sam gets anxious he pulls on his earlobe! it’s actually something i do sometimes and i included it as a placeholder for an anxious tic but it stuck!

9) What was your favorite book as a child? molly moon! no doubt about it

10) Is there a trope that you will never get tired of? yearning gays and found family will never grow old.

11) What is your favorite scene from your WIP? i haven’t written enough for dyways to say, but for sea flowers it’s absolutely the scene where the gang goes to the beach. the excerpt on will’s character intro is from that scene!!!

here are my questions!

1. what’s your favourite place to write? 2. which character(s) from your wip(s) is your favourite? 3. what are some inspirations for your wip(s)? 4. how did you start writing? 5. which of your ocs is most difficult to write? 6. what aesthetic do you associate with your wip(s)? 7. do you like planning? 8. what is your favourite quote from your wip(s)? 9. do you like to listen to music while you write? 10. what do you like most about your own writing? 11. what are/were/would be your ocs favourite subjects in school?

i’ll tag... @omniawrites @bookbrd @buckaroowrites @faerisms @irlstarchild @euphoriecs @yikeskimi @angelolytle @milestogobeforeiwrite @mercutioswriting @leahxtalks

feel free to do it if you want but don’t feel obligated to!

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