#or asks if they wanna dance or chat because everyone who goes to these sorta establishments is a little introverted but usually nice

[teamseaslug]

Distinct type of woman is one who goes to a goth club and is shocked when she has to interact with something

[harrysgoldenline]

Can’t Help but Love Him

Hello everyone! I am SO excited about this because this is my first multi part piece! I really really REALLY hope you like it! Please let me know what you think about part one! :) 

Word Count: 2,822

“Y/N! You look amazing!” Sarah squealed, embracing her friend into a tight hug once she entered their private room, “I’m so glad you made it!” 

The room was fairly full, filed with Harry, the band, family, friends and their dates all here to celebrate the new year, granted a few days late, and the upcoming tour. The group of mismatched people and various celebrities all gathered in a private area in the back of a club with their own private services.

“Thank you!” The girl giggled, hugging her friend back tightly before pulling back, admiring her dress, “So do you, wow! You look great! God, I’m sure Mitch has been drooling all night! Speaking of where is H-“

Y/N interrupts herself with a scream, her feet suddenly being lifted off the ground as a pair of arms going around her waist, quickly spinning her around before carefully setting her on her feet. She looks up to examine the perpetrator, seeing her best friend smirking and standing down at her.

“You made it!” He smiles, pulling her into another hug and she could instantly smell the various alcohols on him, “Wow, I’m so glad you are here! When was the last time we were both in New York together?”

“I could never miss a Styles party, granted I would prefer if Gemma was throwing it instead.” She teased, giggling as his jaw falls, an animated expression of hurt covering his face.

He shakes his head, grabbing her hand and pushing through a crowd of people, “you need a drink, you big meanie.”

Her heart skips a beat, happy he was walking in front of her, making it unable for him to seeing her glowing cheeks, her heart speeding up as she stares down at their finger intertwined then back up at him.

It’s the cliché, typical story where she is in love with her best friend and he doesn’t know. They’ve known each other for a few years, meeting through mutual friends and living similar lives they clicked instantaneously. She always wondered what it would be like to have him, have him as hers, more than just their friends movie nights with longing glances.

Although, at times, she liked things just the way they are. They were so close, she felt like Harry knew everything about her, except for that one tiny little secret of course. She often had to convince herself, ‘sometimes secrets are good’, often repeating this phrase over and over in her head after long nights of laughing, talking and the occasional sleepover.

Secrets are good and some should stay because if he were to find out, everything would be ruined. No more laughs, no more stories and just no more Harry… And Y/N knew that is way worse than being stuck forever as his friend.

“Thank you” Harry nodded to the bartender, handing her go to drink to her without her having to say a word before he takes a sip of his own.

She repeats his words back to him, giving him a small smile before taking a sip, eyes screwing shut at the strong drink, chest burning as it goes down and she looks up after hearing Harry chuckle, seeing him look down at her with a smile,

“Shut up” She groaned, taking another sip and  involuntarily  makes the same face, “It’s really strong!”

“You look cute when you do that” He announced, looking at her for a few beats before grabbing her drink and taking a sip before shrugging, “Few more of these and it’ll taste like water… well I guess one more for you, ya lightweight.”

“Stop! I should find Sarah, she’s nice to me and you-“ She began, stopping herself when a beautiful, tall woman quickly approaches them, grabbing on Harry’s arm.

She stood there and watched, like many times before, Harry embracing a beautiful woman, chatting with her a moment before she drags him away, Harry giving her a quick, “sorry! I’ll find you later!”

Similarly, like many times before, she smiles, waves, stares and walks away trying not to think too much.  Tries not to think about who she is, how they know each other, what they’re talking about, or worse if they’re not talking, what they’re doing.

She lets out a shaky sigh, watching the pair disappear before she downs her drink quickly, setting it on the counter before ordering another, thanking the bartender before walking back and trying to find Sarah.

The somber girl works through the crowd, feeling claustrophobic yet empty going through the crowd of dancing couples, looking for someone to distract how she was currently feeling.

That’s when she spots her friend, a huge smile on her face as Mitch wraps his arms around her waist, pressing kisses onto her cheek as his fingers dig into her waist.    Y/N couldn’t help but admire, her body feeling with adoration at the sight of two people she loves so much being so happy together, she just wishes she had someone too.

She takes a long drink, sitting down in a chair off to the side, trying to ignore the couple that was making out about 20 feet in front of her one the dance floor, but this was the only seat, mostly, off on its own.

“Hi!” A waiter smiles, coming up to her, “Is there anything I can get for you?”

“Umm…” She starts, trailing off and her eyes falling to behind him, seeing Harry and the girl from before. Her hand on his knee, leaning in and whispering in his ear, a chuckle falling from his lips, “Yes!” She exclaims quickly, ordering a shot and another strong drink.

The waiter furrows his eyebrows at her, nothing her glossed over eyes focused behind him and he turns, trying to find the cause behind the girls discomfort. He turns back, giving the girl a soft smile and nod, “I’ll be right back.”

“Thank you”

The man nods, offering her a sympathetic smile before getting back to work, leaving her to her lonesome and people watching. She sorta enjoyed sitting off and isolating herself, much rather preferring this than third wheeling with Harry and her… and thankfully mid order they moved away out of eyesight so she can’t ‘accidentally’ look and see them.

Time was moving much faster than Y/N realized, the amount of alcohol in her system hitting her all at once. She pulled out her phone, instantly clicking into her photo album, going to all of the photos of her and Harry.

Her eyes welled up, much thanks to the alcohol in her body as she went through their memories, wishing tonight would be a positive one, but here she is sitting alone while he doing god knows what with that girl that Y/N wish she knew the name of, although she would deny if she looked for any of her social medias.

“Miss?” The voice breaks her out of her trance, looking her phone and letting it fall on her lap and looking up to see the kind waiter standing before her, quickly wiping her eyes before taking the two glasses from him, “Thank you.”

“Of course.” He smiles, looking at her slowly, “Are you alright? If you don’t mind me asking, why are you sitting off by yourself?”

She lets out a pitiful chuckle, downing the shot causing him to laugh, watching the girls face scrunch up before taking her other drink as a chase, “I really am fine, just being a bit uhm… dramatic. And I don’t wanna get you in trouble” She slurred, gesturing to his name tag, “…. Uh Mick- Nick... Sorry.”

“I’m done! I came in early and helped with set up so I actually got off 20 minutes ago, but you looked like you could use a drink so I thought you would be a good last customer.” He chuckles, “Would you mind if I joined you? If not, don’t feel bad telling me to fuck off, I totally get wanting to be alone.”

“No, stay!” She smiles, patting a seat next to her, “I could use some company.”

“Sounds good, I’m going to change out of my uniform, get myself some drinks and I’ll be right back, you need anything…?” He asks, smiling back at her.

“Oh, I’m Y/N!” She giggles, “and I s-shouldn’t, this should be my last one.”

He nods, giving her a small wave before turning back on his heel, heading to a staff only door, turning around and looking back at her, Y/N blushing when she sees he caught her staring and she quickly turns away, giggling softly to herself.

Y/N had to admit that Nick was cute, hot even. He was tall, dark and handsome, with nearly black hair and soft, chocolate brown eyes, a sleeve of tattoos covering both arms playing a perfectly going against the stereotype of his appearance of being so considerate and sweet.

Y/N couldn’t help but think that he could be good for her, perfect even. In a room full of celebrities of all kinds, beautiful women, he choose to come and talk to her. Her heart flutter at the thought, the idea of being able to have someone to call her own.

“Y/N! What are you doing by yourself?” Sarah frowned, surprising the girl as her and Mitch appear by her side.

“Where’s Harry?” Mitch added, eyebrows furrowed as he scans the area.

Y/N shrugs her shoulders dramatically taking another sip of her drink, “I don’t- I’m not umm, he I don’t really know.” She slurs, “we were at the bar and then some girl came up to him and then he went and hung out with her but I’m uh, not sure where they went.”

“Oh, I’m sorry honey.” Sarah frowned, squatting down a bit and tucking a piece of her behind her friends ear, “Do you wanna come over and hangout with us?”

“No that’s okay! Nick is coming back and we’re gonna hangout!” Y/N smiles, “thank you though, you’re such a good friend!”

“Thank you, Hun.” Sarah laughed, admiring her drunk best friend, “So are you, but who is Nick?”

“He’s a SUPER cute waiter who is really nice so I’m going to hang out with him! You guys should stay and hangout with us!” Y/N started, “He’s changing out of his uniform and getting some drinks and coming back!“

“Oh, more drinks!” A deep, familiar voice from behind her speaks, her body freezing, “What’s going on guys?”

“We’re just waiting to see this super cute waiter named Nick Y/N met, they’re going to hangout, so we were going to hang out with the two lovebirds.” Mitch smirks, raising his eyebrows at Y/N, the two also being very close due to her relationship with Sarah.

“Oh, mind if we join as well?” Harry asks, forcing Y/N to turn around.

Y/N nods, forcing a smile as she sees the two flawless human beings standing next to each other, her smile growing as she sees Nick coming up behind the two, waving at the girl, which she quickly returns, causing Harry and the girl to turn around and look at him.

“Nick, uhm so my friends found me, so this is everybody and everybody this is Nick.” Y/N laughs, biting her lip nervously and he plops down next to her introducing himself to everyone individually.

Through this, she learned that the girls name is Mallory, most likely a model. She was flawless, not a blemish or imperfection in sight with beautiful raven hair and chocolate eyes, petite yet curvy… A body Y/N had always desired, but of course did not have.

She was pulled back to reality after hearing the group laughing, forcing herself to let out a soft giggle, looking over at Nick laughing him look up at Harry with an entertained look on his face, listening to Harry attentively as he tells a wild story from the last tour, and she couldn’t help but hate him more for being so damn charming, having every single person he has every met wrapped around his finger, especially her.

“Hey,” Nick whispers, leaning into Y/N’s ear, “do you wanna go dance?”

Y/N quickly nods, giggling as he jumps and grabs onto her hands, pulling her up quickly before running off to the dance floor, pulling her into the middle of the dance floor. He pulls her out, before spinning her back into his body, his arm coming tight around her before rocking their bodies together.

Y/N couldn’t help but smile as her night started turning around

***

Y/N was sure her head had never hurt more.

She let out a load groan, hardly opening my eyes for a second before pulling the comforter over her head, trying to block out any light that could possibly come through. She let out a grouchy sigh, annoyed that the pain of her headache didn’t magically disappear at the move. Y/N sits up, pushing off the comforter and rubbing at her eyes, slowly opening them before sliding out of the bed and soon out of the room, heading to the kitchen to get some pain reliever to get rid her pounding headache.

“Well, good morning sunshine.” She hears a voice speak suddenly from behind her, causing her to jump and clutch at her chest.

She turned around, hand still over heart as she feels it race beneath it, suddenly seeing Harry standing there before her. Her eyes widen, quickly looking around the area and she lets out a loud groan, covering her face embarrassed that she didn’t even notice she wasn’t in her own apartment.

“Oh my god, what happened last night?” She whimpered, Y/N’s head seeming to pound more each second, looking down and seeing one of Harry’s T-shirts covering her along with a pair of his sweatpants, “Why am I wearing your clothes?”

“Calm down!” He chuckled, placing a hand on her shoulder before cocking his head to the side, signaling her to follow him to the kitchen where she sits on a barstool, “You were super drunk, Y/N. I didn’t want you in your apartment by yourself, so I just had you stay here… Oh and for the clothes you literally walked straight into my room, grabbed them, locked yourself in the bathroom then crawled into my bed.”

Y/N lets out about her thirtieth groan of the morning, even though she’s been up for about ten minutes, and covers her face with her hands, trying to hide her red cheeks. She looks up, hearing the soft noise of Harry setting some Ibuprofen and water in front of her and she lets out a soft thank you, although when she looks up, she sees something in her peripheral vision, looking over and seeing blankets and pillows on the couch.

“Harry, did you sleep on your couch? You should have made me sleep there! Or at my own apartment!” Y/N whines, crossing her arms over her chest as he chuckles at her, “Seriously, I feel bad that you had to deal with blacked out me…”

“Blacked out you really isn’t bad; I’ve dealt with you before. You were just really grouchy, not quite sure what the problem was.” He taunted before adding, “Things went well with that waiter guy, Nate.”

“Nick?” She playfully fought back before she felt her heart fall, remembering how Nick came up to her last night, “What about Mallory?”

“What about her?”

“I-I don’t know” Y/N shrugs, looking down at the countertop as Harry’s gaze suddenly grows intense, feeling her skin burn under it, “You two just seemed really close last night… I’m sorry if I got in the way last night, I feel bad enough that I slept in your bed while you slept on the couch.”

“Stop it, you’re not a burden.” He replies, shaking his head, “are you hungry? I can order us some food if you want…”

“I don’t know, Harry. I should wash your sheets and help clean up your-“

“Stop that, you know that’s not necessary. Where do you want food from?”

Once again, Y/N wishes he wasn’t so charming, because of course she gives into him. With her giving in, this leads to the two ordering a bundle of breakfast foods to be delivered, arguing over who should pay, but of course Harry won that fight, as per usual.

“Fine, then I’m cleaning up this place up if you won’t let me pay for food, for like the millionth time might I add!” Y/N snickers, heading over and grabbing some dish soap and a sponge, grabbing the first plate, giggling as his arms wrap around her waist trying to pull her away, “no, Harry, I’m going to drop it! Stop bothering me, I’m trying to clean your apartment!”

“Fine, I guess I’ll let you slave away.” He smirks, fingers digging into her waist and making her squirm away, “But in exchange, you need to stay for a mini movie marathon.”

“…Deal.”

[ramblingshit]

Persuasion 1995

The incoherent rambling commentary of a 3am viewing.

we start in a boat -- wait have i done this one before -- who cares CIARAN HINDS BBYYYY. I have sheep too just in my front yard ya know. that's just how it be. here's some boats - i can see where they pasted the fake boats in teh background i love it .calm nice piano music. dude is cutting the lawn people out here with top hats and wigs. oh dear everyone pissy SHOW ME THE MONEYYYY. lots of wigs and coats and here's a lady in a turban she's definitely the worldy kind. sailors n shit sitting drinking wine and smoking. oh god who's this. i can't hear the dialogue over my laptop fan. this ol mate's a fop i hate his voice. oh dear he's supposed to be a moron huh. oh whoops the fop is a baronet and he is poorr lol sucked in he got debtss extreme debts you musssttt retreennnnnchh. the neighbours be tryna help out and hereeee is Anne eyy. wow eatin grapes and sorbet and they're goin to Bath. he hates sailors and now he has to be ol mate's tenant. ohh Anne knows about the admiral and this fop keeps talking nonsense. a lady with no children has the best furniture. WENTWORTH she gasps. and she is dramatic and sad, puts her tea down takes a breath by the window and comes back takes up her tea and sits down damn. aww Ann---OH 'since no one will want you in bath its best you stay here!' what a fkn bitch what is happening. ITS AUNT PETUNIAA. naww anne is so cute and petite and so miserable. her sister looks cruel and stupid and her dad is just as bad honestly. damn they got Greek statues in their giant house. her sister. is. a . bitch. fuck me. give her like two lists and tells her to go visit everyone in the parish. damn all the peeps glared at him as he left like give us the money you foppish twat. Poor Anne, that is a fkn big ass house. everyone's watching em leave. ohhh cows. oop packing up the house, sheets over the furniture, she's lucky they got like a thousand servants. she's found something in teh box - it's a letter in the shape of a boat ooh i wonder who its from. she's been miserable for years; she hates Bath; her mum's dead and everything went to shit after that - her dad's a moron, her sister's a bitch, she's out here gonna fixedly avoid risking meeting him. Lady Russell - she's the one tsk tsk. oooh Annneeeee she is persuaded despite disapproval and anxiety of his prospects - she was 19 and she wanted to fuck and Lady Russell told her to fuck him off because he was a peasant damn fuck Lady Russell; she just brushes Jane off like shut up little girl I'm right you're wrong move on dumbass. And Anne's like, did you not hear me - i literally just tried to tell you I hate my fucking life and I miss him and I love him and I kinda resent you for telling me to say no. More sheep and a puppy, and close up view of sheep. dad and sister got to ride in a fancy carriage and Anne has to ride in a wagon that's a bit rough. I like her bonnet. oh my god her sister i love her. 'i am soooooooo ill' - she's searching for attention; lonely and miserable and sad and a little bitter. Mary you poor girl leave Anne alone none of that emotional manipulation. 'oh i was very well yesterday, it's just today' yeah alright. sounds like Charles isn't as rich as the Elliots and Mary's not happy about it.  ohh i know this lady and of course Anne can play piano very well and everyone knows it -- Mary tryna cut in like yes i'm as accomplished as Anne and they're awkward like ehhhh but we like watching you dance and Anne doesn't dance so there you go and she sits there with an awkward cringe 'no'. Mary goes off and sulks and Charles rolls his eyes. The Musgroves are rich and friends ohmygod Mary don't be embarrassing in your bitterness yikes and we cut and Mary was there but now Mrs Musgrove and Anne are sitting in teh same spot - I like Mrs M's dress, even the lace around her shoulders that matches the hat I don't know it just seems refined or something. There's lots of very swift conversations - good pace just like my fingers and brain can't keep up yo. Yikes Mrs M thinks Mary is a shit mum; Mary says Mrs M riles em up with lollies; Charles says Mary interferes and fancies herself ill; Mrs M tells the kids are so naughty the only way to keep em chill is to feed them cake; dunno who this girl is (Henrietta?) anyway the brown haired petite one, they're sitting in the window, Anne's finished her tea by now damn how is she so casually moving from person to person how long have they been chillin with the Musgroves? anyway she's tea-less and talking with brown-haired-possibly-Henrietta: wants Mary to stop being rude over Mrs M even though she has precedent to no one likes her for it; blondish sister now and Anne's got more tea and this one says Mrs M's not one for etiquette she just wants cake lmaooooo; Mary is superior and wants her to persuade Charles that she is very very ill. Anne and Charles sigh on the couch together. Now only Charles has got a tea. okay never mind Mary's a bit more like her sister than I thought. oh my god kids ew. it's petunia looking high as a kite ahaha i wish i was her naw petunia was like idc bout your sister I wanted to meet you btw ol mate is married and Anne's like kill me now I guess. she's horrified, shocked, wants to find an ant hill to bury herself in. god mary's a bitch i take back everything i said about her but all is well Anne has a new friend. she's got a very good memory, Anne does, naw and she's good with her nephews. what's this girls name plz tell me oh it is Henrietta. oh damn they're invited to the house tonight to 'meet Mr Frederick WEntowORTH by ALL aCOunts a most CHarMinG anD agreEable GeNtlemAn' Anne could not look more uspet. fixing her hair in the mirror - there's boys screaming ohh no a child what's happened oh god Mary's screaming for Anne the boy has broken his collarbone - she's knowledgeable chatting with the doctor - Charles marches in like wtf my dumbass kid out here falling out of trees - it's his first born the kid looks so fkn miserable that's hilarious now he's off to dinner cause -- oh damn i forgot they wear gloves. this kid's just lying there. ahah Mary doesn't give a fuck about her kids she just wants to be in on everything -- damn--"you are the properest person to sit with the boy. but you haven't a mothers feelings, have you?' like BITCH she's just offered to sit here so you can go to dinner and you're out here being a fucking cunt for no reason? gtfo. and the scene just changes with that damn savage leave Anne be she deserves better than this. oh damn i know that cheekbone. Anne's been out here watching this kid all night like literally and Mary shrugs off that Wentworth barely asked after her because they're barely acquaintances and says he and Charles are out shooting and Anne's tense like uhh they're not coming here tho right and just as Mary's like nah BAM SURPRISE BITCH o no O NO and THERE HE IS DRAMATIC ZOOM HE DOESNT EVEN LOOK AT HER SHE LOOKS TERRIFIED, HE BARELY GLANCES AT HER, doesn't talk to her, she grips the chair tight fuck he's hot. another swift glance and he's gone. dramatic zooms all around. Mary returned, didn't even look at her injured child who has a big ass cut on his face who's just sitting in the corner looking plain and miserable and wentworth - "you were so altered he would not have known you again' - scene cuts to her sitting in front of a mirror looking fucking sadddddd. they're all at dinner together fuck me he is so hot my god. the girls are all over him and he's enchanting everyone with his stories and of course the reason why he first went out comes up and he's like 'i was extremely keen... to be at sea. i was extremely keen. i badly wanted to be doing something.' the PAIn in his eyes, the tight swallow as he turned to listen to the Admiral, who sits Right next to Anne who's sorta just sitting with wide eyes staring at the salad bowl. then the admiral leans over 'when a man has no wife he wants to be afloat again' and she's like yeah wow ah ha ha ah 'yes well i had no wife - pity the essex (?? dunno what that means but I GET THE POINT)" and then he looks at her properly for the first time and i want to die and she wants to die and he wants to die and we are all quite miserable where we are BUT WE ARE ONLY A HALF HOUR IN and we move on talkin bout his ship crap just wait im eating chocolate but i have many thoughts. sorry honestly theres no time to take a breath in this movie i love it but damn it doesn't give one enough time to write and snack. RIGHT - ol mate's declared he'll never have a woman on his ship because its not pink and frilly enough and petunia's stepped in like fkn excuse me m8 wanna say that again? and also is Anne and petunia related because they are looking very similar to me right now??? they're not related. alright pulling us back yet again, I'm so sorry this is a mess I'm eating chocolate at 1 am and watching Persuasion, I think you can guess how my day has been. they keep talking about him getting married and he laughs and jokes it off and then excuses himself like yeah real smooth yeeting yourself outta here dude at that certain topic hanging around. naww the only time petunia felt scared or bad was when she was away from her husband this is adorable. ol mate's tryna play the piano to the amusement of the girls, sees Anne sneaking up to listen and immediately hurries outta there, face pale never moved so fast in his life i bet and they all follow him and she just sits down and starts playing while everyone dances. for people who were so refined they danced like crazy people --- 'no never she has quite given up dancing' Wentworth's face falls and he looks at her and she looks away from him come on guys you are hurting me. some guy has just rocked up who the heck is Henry - a cousin? who is not --- 20,000 pounds fuck me. Charles and Mary; wait we're talking about Henry. oh my god, they're planning who's gonna marry who - Henrietta and lousia and henry and wentworth 'what say you Anne, which one is the Captain in love with? she laughs slightly - I've never seen someone so depressed before in my life, at least not in a romance . this is actually a really sad story ya know, Wentworth got rejected and fled to sea; and Anne rejected him and became depressed about it for years. damn. anyway these girls can't go anywhere without Mary butting in, now they're going for a long walk or something and Mary's forcibly inserted herself and they look at each other and the poor kid is sitting with his arm in a bandage that goes round his neck? with that scratch on his face and adorable little round glasses sitting at the table with some cake and a puzzle he's doing with Anne like please don't abandon the suffering child has he even had any panadol?? Who the hell is looking after this kid if they're all going on this long walk - now Charles and Wentworth too. Charles helps two of em over, Wentworth helps Louisa over the fence, and Anne has to help herself over, which she does without hesitation good girl you do you fam. yikes Charles and that are going to Winthrop or something where Charles' aunt lives and Mary's offended to have such connections and refuses to go and assures Wentworth she's only been there twice and he half-smiles politely. louisa came running up to take Wentworth wherever and he like turned around to look at Mary and Anne and Anne fkn spun around to avoid him just generally so smooth these two so smooth. Anne's looking around at like anything and everything except him. every time he's nearby she tenses up and skitters around like she's tryna hide in plain sight but also stand tall and brave and staring straight at him like she wants him to look at her so badly. 'we all wish that charles had married anne instead' 'did charles want to marry anne' 'did you not know' 'you mean she refused him' 'yes' ... 'my parents think it was Lady Russell's doing, that my brother not being philosophical enough for her taste she persuaded Anne to refuse him.' ohhhhhh. damn. Wentworth is very quiet. Mouth tight. Brow low. Anne's freaking out down the hill. Mary's just stolen her spot. Christ. It's chaos. Anne's stumbling along she's tired she's sad she's got the depression her sister's a nightmare, WEntworth doesn't care about her, she cares about him, everything is awful and she trips over some sticks and he turned to look at her, concerned out of his thoughts. Hey petunias back with her carriage and they're offering a seat and Wentworth like rushes over and whispers for them to take Anne and she catches it like wtf confusion she goes to protest and suddenly He's AT her SIDE and he doesn't even say anything and he leans his head down to hers for a moment with a gentle look on his face, putting a hand to her back and her brain just shuts down as he leads her to the carriage and hold her hip tight as he helps her up and she looks around in shock and he's staring straight forward like everything is chill and doesn't look at her again. oh wait petunia is wentworth's sister damn awesome but she doesn't think very well of him. oh they're going to Lime and they ask if Anne can come and I think Wentworth choked on his tea a little bit. and here's some establishing shots : the ocean. Some rocks with seaweed on them. The shittest 'beach' ive ever seen there's like boulders everywhere where's the sand? is that a teepee of seaweed? what Wentworth looks pretty happy about it though like he wants to jump in. I like Charles he's a funny dude. Wow that is one helluva hat Wentworth. All these fancy people going into a sailor's home like etiquette is what but everyone is chill with it except Mary of course. is Anne supposed to have her bonnet off? o no now she's chosen to be the nice depressed girl who tries to talk to the weird depressed guy who is too into poetry about death. cute they're all shoulder to shoulder around the guy's table. she starts getting the hint that this guys a bit off 'you cannot know the depths of my despair.' damn son get a therapist. ohh shittt 'you have no conception of what i have lost' 'yes I have' she says, and Wentworth is sitting there smoking what could be a blunt who can honestly say and he heard the whole thing. Wentworth and Louisa are doing a whole lot of hanging out.  Like every time they actually speak to each other feels like a momentous occasion - they literally just said 'good morning' to each other and it feels like such a big step and her heads down and he's watching her BIG STEPS --oh shit some blonde haired guy that im sure will come up later tipped his hat to the girls and then Anne and Wentworth was coming up behind her and she looked over her shoulder to look at the BLondie but wentworth thought it was at him and he SMILED to himself nawwww. that looks like the house from Pride and Prejudice ahaha. whoop Blondie's back and she looked back at him again and now they're at breakfast ohmyGadh his eyes sparkle when he looks at her the few times he looks at her my god they're talking about Blondie who is apparently their cousin or something and he and mary and anne's father aren't on good terms and she tells Mary so and he looks over his bowl with those fkn sparklllinggg eyes and a playful smile and it doesn't even matter what he says just that look and he drinks his soup and licks his lips and looks up at her and she's just staring but like calmly not even freaking out and she lowers her eyes to her toast and just chills like all is well.  whoop i think weird depressed guy is gonna propose but before he can whats up we're helping girls down some scary stairs yikes i'd sit my ass down going down those things. Louisa is being crazy oh fuckkkk ahahaha hahaSPLAT holy shit oh fuck weird depressed guy is standing in the background with his hands over his mouth Anne is in there with Charles and Wentworth damn she'd 100% be a doctor nowadays, Louisa the dumbass has smashed herself on the cobblestones and WEntworht is just freaking out and he is looking straight to Anne who is giving straight smart orders and he is following them without hesitation - the other women are crying they're all sitting around her while the doctor does like... something and Anne's the only one like hey we have shit to do like people gotta hear about this we don't have phones and her speaking makes Wentworth speak and Charles is in shock cause its his baby sister whose hurt. Once again she's looking after the injured person and she walks out and Wentworth is talking to Charles 'I think it should be Anne - no one so capable as Anne--' he cuts off when he sees her coming in 'I-we-you'll stay, won't you?' he stammers as she enters holy fuck my heart can't handle...they're just staring into each others eyes; in any other context man. he clarifies himself but fuck if they didn't think it. ah fuck Mary is so annoying crying that she should be the one to stay with Louisa like bitch you didn't even give a shit about your injured son let alone your sister-in-law wtf she needs a slap why are they listening to her. 'If only I -- if only--' he cries in the carriage 'yes.' Anne said, looking at him sadly. 'Anne... I regret that...' he looks at her once and again and again and she lowers her eyes and holds the sleeping Henrietta close. like honestly i feel like there's no problem writing their dialogue cause there is just so little of it and when it does happen all of it means everything. but anyway she doesn't answer him and I am sad and he is sad. 'damned foolish' he sa---wait holy shit SCREAAAAAAAMINGgGg fucking hell grab your torches and pitchforks Mrs Mudahwhatver is screaming and Wentworth is riding off in the rain and once again Anne is all alone and she stays up just walking around all night and playing the piano and yay Louisa is conscious and Anne continues to be depressed poor girl and you can tell because its raining. and its still raining and they're not back-- wait now she's in Bath and her fop father and bitch sister are lounging irritatingly and he says he's happy for her to have come because it will be an advantage to have four at dinner. things are white and gold - clean and unhomely and too perfect and the fop is calling everyone ugly - they're eating sorbet again ahaha yum. god they all look bored and miserable and here's blondie come to greet them and he glances at Anne, processes and then snaps back to stare at her in astonishment he's got nice hair and he continues to stare damn and she's so confident she just smiles and stares back I'm so jealous she can do that. oh mygod they're having an intimate conversation in front of her shitty family dude i know he'll probs turn out like a wickham character but one can have hope. damn that jaw-line tho. hmmm lady russell is back. i hate her hair. metal cups are odd - they make sense but so strange. Russell's got plans man Anne's telling her about how her bitch sister is after Blondie and Russell laughs and pats her cheek. Oh yay it's petunia! aw she hears the admiral is in poor health and she's immediately like what's wrong here come get some water. damn bitch sister 'she is nothing to me' damn whats about the screaming and the random rage bursts damn. oh and here's a viscountess why are they always fucked. Blondie and Anne are in the corner flirting crazily I know he's bad but like you can't fake this chemistry no one's that good. and suddenly she's surprised?0oh my god that suit. Mrs Smith oh my god she's adorable she and Nurse Rook are gossipers hell yeah 'there are no secrets in Bath' naw this better not be a Helen situation come on guys - oh fuck Louisa is gonna marry weird depressed guy?? and Anne is freaking thrilled. damn it rains a lot here. far out hats are crazy. Here's Blondie. Anne's so used to being verbally abused by her sister she doesn't respond -----holy damn its Wentworth walking down the street. Penelope is n---- oh fuck he just walked in -- she took a breath with her back to him then spun around HOWDY he looks shocked and delighted and she hse ewihpewjihp oh my god they love each other and they're so nervous and uncertain about it oh my god so awkward and cute please trying to go through the etiquette script oh no so cute 'im already armed for Bath' he grins and she laughs ----oh no. ... oh shit. Blondie just showed up and she just accepted Wentworth's umbrella everything was going so well stop awwww nooo his face falls, her face falls everything is awful. standing all solemn and glum by the window and all dressed in white looking shiny and gorgeous her little sack bag is weird but. and who is she looking for, I wonder. The family is standing awkward---there he be. tall and commanding and hmhmmm i love a man in uniform - she steps in front of him as he tries to pass him by. asks him if he's come for the concert - 'no ive come for a lecture on navigation am i in the wrong place' damn son no he's so good at making her laugh she never laughs oohh her family have to bow to him interesting - he's asking her how she's been since Lime I love them talking he starts on about being concerned about weird depressed guy getting married to Louisa because of his depression about his dead fiance 'a man does not recover to such a devotion to such a woman - he ought not; he does not' i'm sorry was that a declaration of love m8 omg Anne knows it too 'i should like to see it again' 'would you i would've thought i mean the distress, too painful' 'but when the pain is over...' dudes DUDES guys please guys 'It was my doing solely mine - Louisa would not have been obstinate if i had not been weak - Anne, I have never--' GUYS NO the fucking viscountess wandered in ruining everything and now he's gone please come back who cares about this lady singing i mean the candles look cool and but stop honestly who cares bring back Wentworth. omg fop is asleep, Anne and Blondie are bantering and she's not realising that she's pushing into flirting, again my god silly silly innocent naive and entirely relatable lol help. but there's Wentworth standing all tall and handsome in the corner and he looks so sad and meanwhile Blondie is like tryna propose and Wentworth is tryna yeet outta there and she's sprinting over to him tryna block his way tryna convince him to stay HOW THE TURN TABLES 'the next song is beautiful its a very beautiful love song is that not worth your staying for.' 'there's nothing worth my staying for.' kill me. Blondie needs to like there's no way he couldn't tell.  Yay Charles is here! oh and Mary lol. Lol everyone is making decisions on what Louisa and Henrietta are gonna wear on their wedding day except they themselves?? And here is ol mate sweeping int eh room, smile briefly falling at the sight of Anne but everyone's happy to see them yay. mate what he just swept over to her talking softly ohmhwy god i don't think they've said anything directly to each other in their lives its all round the bend and metaphors and insinuations please kill me i love it he picks at her that she says she doesn't like the parties her family and Blondie give; 'they mean nothing to me'  she has nothing in common with them and dislikes how they are, they're smiling at each other - oh shit Mr Elliott is out there meeting with her sister's friend or whatever now fkn Russell's tryna PERSUADE (ahaha) her into marrying Elliot 'that is not what I want!' Russell is shocked. now he's here looking stiff and snappy and awkward because the admiral has told him to invite her and her newly engaged Mr Elliot to his house and oh my god poor ol mate he wants to yeet away into the sunset goodbye world fuck you all 'if you wish it all you have to do is give me a yes or a no and we are both released' 'the admiral is too kind...' 'just say it: yes or no.' fuck you jane austen. Anne is overwhelmed and stormed off Russell faces Wentworth, he sneers her name, she smiles serenely 'You have an extraordinary ability to discompose my friend sir' , he twitches ' you have an extraordinary ability to influence her ma'am for which I find it hard to forgive you.' damn and then the scene ends damn.  she's run off to Mrs Smith and Nook I love em she's ranting about everyone thinking she's gonna marry this guy and they're astonished and relieved cause he is poor and living on loans - he wants her for her money, title and lands thank god she's got her friends eyyy yasss. naw petunia and mrs musgrove are here my favs. Wentworth is writing a letter. whever they're in the room she can't help but look at him. she's talking with weird depressed gyu's fiance's brother - he's bitter that he's moved on so fast - she wouldn't have, its not in her nature, 'it would not be in the nature of any woman who truly loved.' 'do you claim that for your sex?' 'we do not forget you as soon as you forget us.' blah blah about women being stuck at home because people were shit to us back then fuck the patriarchy and all that. Fiance's brother says women and men are the same in being inconstant and forgetting those they love or have loved. Their convo gets interrupted by Wentworth knocking the whatever it is that they sprinkle over ink to dry it off the table and everyone's like dude the fuck we don't own vacuum cleaners you know. Fiance's brother says he's not read a book in his life that didn't have something to say on women's fickleness. 'but they were all written by men.' she argues. they laugh.  he's on about going off to sea and being the victim cause he has to leave his family behind and boohoo it's so hard for me to be away from them even though i'm the one choosing to go away. yikes too close to home. anyway lolol. She says that above all, women are the ones who love the longest when all hope is gone. they all left, he snuck back and put out a letter on the desk, gave her a look and then left. she pretty much threw herself at it OH MY GOD THE LETTTTTTTTERRRRRRRR dudes dudes dudes dudes deud ed dud oh ymf theihwhes 'where are you going' 'i hardly know' ihowyiqruhoijpfg0hurbj3ifjpgrn Charles just keeps on standing between them and chattering finally gets it tips his hat and trots off wringing his hands. those eyes - he offers a hand, he takes it - i tried to forget you, i thought i had. they kiss very slowly, very gently, very chastely. his hair all windswept like that is very becoming - the way she slowly ran her hands over his arm before tucking it into his --- aand now there is a very random festival procession what and they're walking down the empty street. okay cool fine. she wanders into the gaming room or whatever, the camera mans shadow spreading all over the place, her sister grabs her and tells her not to monopolise wentworth - there's another war coming? oh how romantic. 'MY PROPOSAL OF MARRIAGE TO YOUR DAUGHTER ANNE HAS BEEN ACCEPTED.’ he fucking beams. everyones shocked. 'Anne? You want to marry anne, whatever for?' he just grins at the fop. And now she's on a ship and they're sailing off to war, oh how romantic. and there you go.

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ya know before this 1-3am viewing i wouldve given this a 4/5 or even 4.5/5, but now I’m gonna give it a 3/5. there’s just something about it thats a bit... idk. still really like it but also.. yeah.

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Oh! Your blog is alive! Welcome back! Answer all the odd number questions?

Well hey! I didn’t realize how long it had been since I posted here haha. I’m alive and doing well. Most of my energy toward this site goes to reblogging stuff to my side blog @stufftoshowcrow (I guess this is sort of a plug but by no means do you all have to check it out)

And I’ll get to the questions later today! I’m out with a friend for the day but I didn’t wanna leave you hanging. Thanks for asking!

Time for those answers! (under the read more)

1: 6 of the songs you listen to most? Dancing’s Not a Crime by Panic! at the Disco, Irony of Dying on Your Birthday by Senses Fail, Instant Crush by Daft Punk, Somewhere in the Between by Streetlight Manifesto, Your Love by The Outfield, and Shut Up and Dance by WALK THE MOON (these are just recent ones on my mind)

3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17. The closest book was my sketchbook and it’s got a drawing of Sonic, Tails, and Knuckles on it that I think I referenced from somewhere. I may post a picture later if there’s any interest.

5: What does your latest text message from someone else say? “Ok I should be home in about an hour” from my dad

7: What’s your strangest talent? I’m pretty good at chugging alcohol but stuff like hard sodas or rum and coke. And that usually only happens when I’m already a little drunk and want to maintain it.

9: Ever had a poem or song written about you? Technically (said by my bf). He said it was never finished so I never heard it

11: Do you have any strange phobias? I’m slightly afraid of escalators and elevators. Elevators is because I hate when they rock and I’m afraid they’ll fall and escalators is because when I was a kid, there was an escalator at the local book store that seemed pretty steep and I felt like I’d fall off when I was young and it sort of continued on into adulthood. It’s not as bad now but it’ll pop up sometimes.

13: What’s your religion? I was raised Catholic, went to a Methodist church from middle school to high school, and now I’d consider myself Agnostic. I was never officially Methodist so yeah, I’m not really religious.

15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? It’s a bit of both. Being an artist, I like to dabble in a lot of different art forms and one of those being photography. I love photography and I’ve even gotten into making my own videos. So I know my way around a camera and I’m used to being behind the camera but I like when I get the chance to be in front of the camera. It may be a little vain but I really like photos of myself and seeing myself at different angles.

17: What was the last lie you told? Oh shit, I can’t really remember. I know the funniest lie I’ve told recently is I convinced a coworker of mine that one of our other coworkers is my brother because we look sort of alike.

19: What does your URL mean? I went with Novakid-Outlaw because I really enjoy the game Starbound and the Novakids are my favorite race. They’re sort of like cowboys so that’s where the outlaw part is from. It used to be “Novakid-Bandit” but I figured Outlaw sounded better.

21: Who is your celebrity crush? Brendon Urie

23: How do you vent your anger? A lot of it is spent yelling at terrible drivers in my car. Some of it is directed at my coworkers who don’t do their job and I’m already done with the day. I try to use some of it on artwork, I know one time I smashed a TV for a friend doing a photography project. That was a lot of fun.

25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? Video chat because I like seeing the other person’s face. But talking on the phone is also nice if I want to talk to that person (so like talking to my BF verses my dad. My dad is weird to talk to sometimes).

27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love? I hate the sound of nails scratching one of those holographic cards that has that terrible texture. I love the sounds of cats purring (and my boyfriend’s voice).

29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens? Ghosts are iffy but for sure Aliens. Space is too big for us to be the only living organisms.

31: Smell the air. What do you smell? I’m in my room so nothing. I’m too used to the smell.

33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast? East Coast since I live nearby and the most I’ve done on the West Coast was go to Vegas and it was stupid hot.

35: To you, what is the meaning of life? Doing what I love with the ones I love.

37: Do you believe in luck? I guess because I’m the luckiest girl to be dating the best guy in my life. He’d disagree but I do love him a whole lot and he’s made my life a lot better.

39: What time is it? I got this ask around noon and I’m getting around to answering it at 11:12 PM (as I’m typing this answer)

41: What was the last book you read? I guess Scott Pilgrim. I haven’t read a book in a while. It’s sorta sad

43: Do you have any nicknames? Many

45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had? In recent years, I burned my arm at work and it hurt like a bitch. I still have a scar. In middle school, I broke both of my wrists (not at the same time but only a month had passed when my first wrist healed and I broke the other).

47: Do you have any obsessions right now? Okami

49: Ever had a rumor spread about you? Not really cause I’m not that interesting that people talk about me.

51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong? If it’s a big enough wrong. I’m still upset at my ex but that’s justified.

53: Do you save money or spend it? I spend it. I need to work on saving money.

55: Love or lust? Love

57: How many relationships have you had? 3

59: Where were you yesterday? Work and home

61: Are you wearing socks right now? Nope

63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you? Jokes and slight teasing

65: Give me your top 5 favourite blogs on Tumblr. Aight, that’s too much work, nope

67: What were you doing last night at 12AM? Playing Okami

69: Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off? Yes

71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do? Save the dog. I can find another job. I’d feel terrible leaving the dog behind.

73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love. (I have both but) Love

75: What are the last four digits in your cell phone number? 7815

77: How can I win your heart? No chance because someone already has my heart

79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far? Giving my current boyfriend a third date those 2 years ago.

81: What would you want to be written on your tombstone? She died doing what she loved most. (*boyfriend’s/husband’s name here*)

83: Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart. Love. How cliche

85: What’s the last song you listened to? Your Love by The Outfield

87: What is your current desktop picture? Bulbasaurs

89: What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on? If my mom ever asked if I’ve lied to her recently because she made me promise her once that I’d never lie to her again.

91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power? Shape-shifting

93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be? My first instinct is to say my last relationship but I know it sort of helped to shape me. So I guess I would say I’d avoid dating the last guy but I wouldn’t avoid him entirely.

95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go? Germany

97: Have you ever thrown up in the car? Yes. When I was a kid, my mom took me to pick up my brother and his friend and she brought mini cupcakes along. I ate a bunch of the chocolate ones and I threw up on my brother’s friend when they got in the car.

99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say? Let’s be real, I have no clue.

Finishing this up at 11:39 PM and I’m super grateful to anyone who’s read all of these! I hope these are entertaining to read and I hope everyone has a wonderful day/night!