#this is so harrison coded i'm YELLING

[attapullman]

HOW HAVE I NEVER SEEN THIS PHOTO?! I HAVE FALLEN IN LOVE ALL OVER AGAIN 🫠

[pegasusdrawnchariots]

1, 2, 3, 19, 20, 21 and 30 please my beloved! 💌

u always rise to & above the occasion 💙💖💜 MWAH

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1. what are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?

Codes & puzzles & puzzle games. I'm counting them as one thing. I've never met a puzzle I didn't like!

Fiction! Reading generally but fiction specifically. My earliest memories involve me reading storybooks. Fiction has always been there for me as a source of joy, to sate my curiosity, to spark my wonder, or to simply escape into. & even when it's not physically available, all it takes is a little imagination to conjure it! Truly the best example of ephemeralisation — that is, the ability to do more & more with less & less until u can do everything with nothing

Delight! An almost virile lust for life! One of my friends once said of me that I have the most joie de vivre of anyone she knows <3 I've gone, as has everyone, through some truly depressing shit of a morning & caught myself smiling at clouds by the afternoon. & this quotation from Much Ado About Nothing:

There's little of the melancholy element in her, my lord: she is never sad but when she sleeps, and not ever sad then; for I have heard my daughter say, she hath often dreamed of unhappiness and waked herself with laughing. (II.1)

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2. show us a picture of your handwriting

Have one of my favourite moments from Cyrano de Bergerac, cut down somewhat to fit on one page — the scene w the orange girl! 🍊🧡 (click to remove blur)

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3. 3 films you could watch for the rest of your life and not get bored of

Indiana Jones!*!*!*! Frankly the whole series but if I HAVE to choose just one, I guess I'd go with Raiders of the Lost Ark bc Marion <3 I am down at all times to watch this film. I can quote far too much of it. I can pick it out from another room by 2 notes of anywhere in the soundtrack. I'm flirting w my future partner while they're injured by yelling "Well, god damn it, where doesn't it hurt?!" & when I inevitably shrug off this mortal coil, I want "everyone's sorry for something" carved into my headstone. When people ask me what my favourite film is, all 2:30 minutes of The Raiders March plays through my head at Mach 1 before I re-enter the physical world & answer with something vaguely intellectual & probably false bc I am, at my core, fuelled by the 2 irrefutable truths that period adventure films kick ass & that Harrison Ford is hot. That's it. That's the analysis.

Porco Rosso! The only film that's ever understood my thing w the sky & flying & the colour blue 💙🩵🤍 & weird-looking middle-aged men who think they're unworthy of love & refuse to cut themselves a break & spend the whole story engaging w the world via an interface

Knives Out~! Some of the tightest funnest filmmaking I've ever seen ❤️ Plus it's a detective story! With a working-class female protagonist! & Daniel Craig doing an accent! Win after win

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19. favourite thing about the day

Not to be basic but like...the electromagnetic spectrum my beloved 😭💘 Seeing! Getting to see things! The way flowers look in the sunlight. Clouds reflected in a puddle so still it looks like u could fall right through it. Feeling the warmth of the Sun on my back & pulling my top tighter to me to feel it all the more. Rainbows. Golden hour. &, of course, the many faces of the sky :)

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20. favourite things about the night

It's quiet & relaxing ^_^ No-one expects me to do stuff, so ironically that's when I do the most stuff I like. On rarer occasions, getting to use my telescope to catch celestial events! 🌕🔭 & also the fact that that's when ur online, ma mie!! 💜

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21. are you a spiritual person?

Not especially! I'm far too scientific & in love w evidence & fact to be rlly spiritual. I do like hearing stories of supernatural phenomena, regardless of whether or not I believe. I find astrology fun too, more so as a tool for archetypal analysis than as a personality test or a form of divination. & I often make mention to feeling possessed or past lives or similar bc damn it sometimes that's just precisely how it feels, even if it's not the fact of the thing! But I usually just tell people I have the head of an artist & the heart of a scientist & leave it at that. I'm much more interested in observable phenomena! I save my "what if"s for spec fic ^_^

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Thank u, Nina!*!*!*!*! Sorry this got so long, & if u managed to read to the end, congratulations!! Sharing my macaron with u~ {||}

[sizzlyybacon]

10/4/24 (7th)

intermediate band

jite was playing the timpani and he had one of them backwards so the tuner was facing away from him. alex got really mad about that so he asked jite to turn it around so he could actually tune it. jite said no because he didn't play it. alex said yeah but you can still have it facing the correct way so SOMEONE can play it. jite said no because it was broken. alex asked how tf it was broken. jite said it wasn't tuned. me and alex exchange a look. i see the "bruh" in his eyes. "bro are u like stupid..." he asks jite. jite replies "i can't play it because it isn't tuned and it's slanted the wrong way. you're stupid!" alex's patience has lasted this long and now it's ran out 💀 "IT'S SLANTED THE WRONG WAY BECAUSE IT'S FACING THE WRONG WAY. IT'S NOT TUNED BECAUSE YOU CAN'T TUNE IT IF IT'S NOT FACING YOU!!!!!!!" he screams. jite goes into the storage closet to find something to fix it 💀... "i'm just gonna..." alex starts saying, walking over to the timpani. he spins it around real quick but jite turns around the second he does that. this makes jite mad and he runs out of the closet and takes a fucking SWING AT ALEX'S FACE... alex slaps his hand away and keeps yelling at him. jite takes another swing and alex starts BARKING AT HIM. AND NOW THEY'RE BARKING AT EACH OTHER... i look at austin who's by the marimba and tap out S.O.S. in morse code referencing a moment from last year when he tapped out S.O.S. after our old band teacher made us take a test the entire period. he smiles and we turn back to watch the argument unfold. the bell has already rang and i need to pack up my 1289370981752734018327234 percussion instruments i play for our songs. alex has assembled his whole gang of friends and they're yelling at jite. alex calls jite RACIST for "invalidating the opinion of a white person" i think both alex and jite are morons 💀...

science

in science kyndall and i are joking around when we go dead silent. SOMEONE is whistling the meow meow meow meow song. we look around to find who did it but we can't locate them. we hear it again and whip our heads to the left. it's chase!!!!!! bro winks at us 💀 but then we hear it AGAIN, and it's filipo singing it. we hear it again from the other side of the room and it's harrison. but we still don't know who's whistling it. then we hear it. it's adam 😭

history

veronika and i ask mrs. johnson if we can go to the hallway to "focus" better. when we go out we hear the introductory choir singing their songs and we wave to them. eventually we see miles, the kid we always cheer for whenever we see and we totally freaked. we started dancing and made an entire choreography to their singing. veronika gets on the ground and starts to crab walk around and i join her. we line up in the middle of the hallway and decide to have a crab walk race to mr. mckean's from. that's when a sixth grader with a weird half bowl cut walks up, takes one terrified look at us, and descends the stairs again. we tell him that it's ok and ask if he wants to join the race. "heck yeah i do!" he smiles. he goes to his locker and drops his stuff off inside and gets into crab walk position next to us. we all yell 3, 2, 1, go as loud as we can all in unison. that's when another sixth grader turns into our hallway and looks at us. we halt what we're doing and stare at him. "nah man what the hell is this school..." he asks to the air. we can't stop laughing as we invite him to join us. "y'know.. why not?" he unlocks his locker to put his stuff away and lines his hands up with ours. now we're starting for real. we start scrambling towards mr. mckean's door. cayden is in the lead, corbin is in second, veronika is in 3rd, and i'm in 4th. we're cracking up when mrs. johnson comes out because she hears all the commotion and gives us a very disappointed look. "ok guys, NO, what even is this??" she asks. "what classes are you guys in?" she asks turning to the sixth graders. "don't make them late to their class, i sent you out here to focus..." she says turning to us. we get up, our race never completed. corbin gets his stuff back and waves goodbye to us, smiling as he walks down the stairs. cayden gets his stuff and sits across from us. "i only have like 2 minutes left of lunch so i'll just stay up here with you guys," he says. we joke around, laughing so hard we can't breathe. veronika asks if she can have some of my water and i say sure but ask if i can just pour it into her mouth instead of her drinking it because i'm a germaphobe. she says sure but asks if i can just pour it into her hands instead. she cups them and looks at me. "sure.....??"" i say. "uh oh!" cayden laughs. i pour the rest of my water into her hands and she sips it super quick. most of it falls onto the ground. "nah... y'all are crazy!" cayden exclaims. "well, i gotta go now, cya!" veronika stops him. "WAIT! besties for life?" he cracks a smile, "besties for life." we share a triple fist bump and go our different ways. it's time for us to go to lunch, so we do. i sit with miracle and veronika and we just chill. when we head back to history we go back into the hallway and start playing games on our computers. that's when we hear the choir kids singing jingle bells. we get up, start dancing, and sing along with them. they notice and all bunch up at the door. we're all dancing and waving our hands and screaming jingle bells at the tops of our lungs while mr. steve-o encourages us to sing louder. this goes on for like 10 minutes until mrs. johnson comes out and tells us to go back inside the classroom 😭

[explosionshark]

Back at it, shit continues to be So So Crazy with them

As a reminder all these passages are in addition to like every other character implying that Ivy and Rachel should already be fucking

Ivy yelling at her vampire friend (and Rachel's eventual love interest 😔) who was flirting threateningly with Rachel

READY FOR WAR. UNREAL. IT'S SO LOVE INTEREST CODED I COULD BE SICK

Then, Rachel and Ivy have a fight about Rachel's recklessness (feat Jenks, their co-worker and roommate. Who is a pixie)

(girl please you can't be flirting like this right after confronting Rachel for being sososososo scared of you. YOU'RE BLOWING IT)

Oohhh what if a hot vampire threw away her career for you and offered you protection and spent every moment around you making a titanic effort to control her base predatory instincts to respect your boundaries and she cared about you so much she kept almost losing it and every other line of your internal narration about her had to do with how seductive she was WHAT THEN

Literally no one has queerbaited me this hard before or since. What the fuck was going on with Kim Harrison in the 00s

Also bonus but I'm sorry this is every fucking TikTok romance broody hero everrrr only it's hot bc it's Ivy Tamwood.

KIM HARRISON COME BACK IT'S NOT TOO LATE YOU CAN START A REWRITE

Started reading Dead Witch Walking again to see if I wanna actually commit to an Arcane/The Hollows AU and my god I still can't get over what Kim Harrison did to us. In 2004 no less.

Pinned to the couch by your hot vampire roommate after she spills her guts to you about her messy family situation and having 'whoa why am I turned on by this? I'm straight!' thoughts about it. And then to know she KEEPS ramping this up even after Rachel gets other roommates. And then they JUST DON'T EVER GET TOGETHER

It's fucked up!! WHY DID WE LET HER GET AWAY WITH THIS

[this-is-probably-offensive5-blog]

You are my dream ameripan fanfic 1

Prologue-

"A new school year"Kiku thought To himself.

Kiku stood next to a big sign waiting for his school bus to arrive. This would be his first day at his brand new high school in Washington, D.C.

For all of his life he lived in japan . To Kiku It was so unusual to be so far away from his home country. But with speaking so little English he knew it would be Hard for him to retain his grades And gain friends at the same time.

But He only had to rely on him and himself only, he wasn't one too show too much distress. He did as he was told and learn quickly. By this time he had already accepted that he was extremely ordinary he was already cold and serious,He never liked to showed his emotions, he never expressed his feelings, and kiku never smiled. For what would be the point?

All kiku really cared about was To get good grades. And be top of his class like he always had been. Also read manga and watch anime..

He adjusted his glasses and put it back on His nose and open his "English for beginners " book and he continued too read.

But in honesty, Ever since his mother had told him they where moving to America, he knew he would have to study the English language.

He already knew the basis.

"Hello, my name is kiku" or "do you know where the bathroom is"

But if he truly wanted too he could start a conversation. And he knew enough too quite honestly talk to anyone, and knew every word he could possibly think about.

But he could not help but to have the thick Japanese accent.

But he did not care.

For this school, was said to be the most culturally diverse school in the world.

It was Also said to be the hardest school to get into in all of America but kiku got in with flying colors. Which was no surprise to kiku and his mother, he had always been the smartest kid in his hole school.

But it would be nice to learn more things about his new home, and about his new class mates.

He almost smiled at the thought.

The greatest thought to kiku, was finally making friends.

He had never really had friends. But maybe he'll finally gain some this year.

That was what made kiku really smile, but only on the inside

•••••chapter 1-

Slowly over the Harrison was something extremely yellow.

It was black and yellow and was gigantic.

Kiku looked at the monster as it slowly stopped.

Kiku bowed and got on the bus. And once he got on, chaos had emmurged.

Kids screaming on the top of there lungs. People fighting and non stop and terrible cussing.

Kiku knew it was cussing Beacuse of a few YouTube videos.

He slowly searched for a seat. But no one would give it up.

Slowly he was thrown into the back of the bus and there was a blond man with thick eyebrows and bright green eyes.

He got up and looked at the green the green "i-I'm sorry"he said slowly As he bowed.

The green eyed boy Eyebrow raised and said with a thick British accent "it's no problem it wasn't on purpose " he smiled politely.

"Are your okay?" Kiku said to the man with the green eyes

He nodded "yes I'm OK, don't worry" he smiled.

"thank God you're OK " he said as he rose his head and he looked around for seat.

"do you not have a seat love?" the man with the green I said "if you don't, my seat is open" he smiled

"Would you be so kind?" Kiku said shyly.

And the man simply nodded.

Kiku slowly took a seat kind of awkwardly. He slowly looked at the green eyed man and oddly enough he had been staring at him. After a few minutes of silence he said

"My name Arthur, Arthur Kirkland, what's your name?" The newly introduced Arthur said.

"my name is Kiku Honda, it's really nice to meet your acquaintance" he said still extremely nervous Arthur smiled.

"So where are you originally from Kiku?" he said.

"O-ohh I am from Tokyo Japan," he looks down on his knees "where are you from Mr. Kirkland" he tried to smile back but failed miserably.

"I'm from London England, Japan must've been a lovely country" he smiled.

" yes yes it was" he said back " but why did you come to America Mr. Arthur?" he asked curiously.

"oh I came here because of the school my parents were very strict about me getting good grades. " he rubbed the back of his neck " so I decide to come to the most highly academic school in the world of course. it was pretty easy too get in so, I simply did! And my parents are simply proud! Sorry about my rambling. why did you come to America kiku? " he said.

"My mother recently just got remarried, they decide to move to America." He said.

"But what happened to your father?" He asked ceroiusly.

Kiku paused, and he look down and frowned " my father he died when I was four years old with a lung cancer" he said sadly.

"Oh I'm so sorry to hear about that" Arthur said remorsefuly.

"It's OK " kiku said.

"well anyways what year are you in?" Said Arthur.

"I'm a third-year. what about you Mr Arthur?"

"I'm a 3erd year to" He said.

"Thats great I hope we have the same classes together" kiku said almost smiling.

"Yeah me too"Arthur said back.

Slowly the bus started slowly down

"Hey Kiku would you like to join me for lunch?" " he said

He nodded "if that's alright with you.. I'm don't understand this new American school system, but I am excited to know more about it." Kiku said.

"Well! Ill help you" he smiled.

The bus slowly pulled up and he saw the massive high school,

Kiku jaw had dropped.

This would be the first time kiku saw his school without the pictures .

The bus stopped and they all got off.

Slowly he entered the campus.

••

The campus had been huge, trees surrounding The perimeter and beautiful flowers and roses covering covering the bottom floor slowly he started walking to towards his high school, his legs trembling. He saw the beautiful white marble or what looked like marble steps that led upward, the giant pillars holding up the surface and the the stone that the school was made out of.

To the side was hugs forces of land that must had hold the fields for sports and the indoor swimming pool his mother had praised.

The building was three stories high and each floor containing a new level of high school. the first years and second years on the bottom. For the bottom floor was the widest . And the high school was some what of a square and in the middle was said to have a fountain. Meaning the bottom floor had to be the widest . The third years had been on the second floor including the second library and the lunch room. And the third was for the fourth years.

The school doors where wide-open and slowly he walk through the doors. and the first thing he saw was madness. kids running around screaming and shoving everyone trying to get to there classes. back in Japan it was extremely different, you have to be very quiet and very polite But here it was like manners didn't exist! he was shocked and pushed, as other kids tried desperately to get to there classes, poor Kiku was shoved into them.

eventually kiku was able to escape the madness of the first floor and he had finally made it to the second floor. the second floor was more mellow but still insane.

He held up a printed piece of paper which was his schedule and his locker code and went searching for locker. After a while found it and put all his belongings in there except the things he needed. Eventually he looked for his first classroom and was shoved in the process .

He saw his class room and start to make his way to it. But he got smashed by a person, and fell on something. At first he thought it was a locker but when he looked, it was not a locker. It was a person.

The tall man had blue eyes and blond hair. He was buff and stern but was chubby too. he had a weird cowlick thing and glasses. His face was soft and had cheek bones of a god. but something about him didn't seem all that soft.

At first he looked annoying but when he got a good look at kiku, he helped Kiku so he wouldn't fall. And smiled at him.

Kiku heart started pounding out of his chest. He looked at him and softly blushed. something about him just made him feel a certain way it was weird and made him feel a little sick. He had never felt this way towards anyone in life. And it was extremely unusual.

"are you all right?" he said with his bold and strapping voice. He had a American accent which was foreign to kiku.

Kiku blushed harder and said "y-yes.. "

The man smiles "just be careful you might actually get hurt" he said as he puts him in place And smiles. Kiku blushed harder as he looked at the man.

"Well, The bells about to ring I'll see you around!" He smiled.

The man started to walk fastly to his class.

"T-thank you!" Kiku yelled.

The man stopped and look at kiku

He gave him a thumbs up.

"The hero is always here to help! " he smiled and ran off.

And for a while, kiku felt something.

Something other then hungry.

Too him it was unusual.

But satisfying

But he had no clue what it was.

And it hurt his chest just thinking about it.

For this was foreign to kiku, like so many other things.

And quite honestly, kiku didn't want anything to do with it.

He hated new experience.

But.. the deep pounding in his chest is something he couldn't simply ignore.

But he had no clue what his name was.

But he was determined to find out.