#A nice $2000 for Matthew

[rurpleplayssims]

[zepp-l1n]

The Same

Pairing: Daniel Matthews x Fem!reader

summary: Daniel meets someone in the same boat as him at a "Jigsaw victim therapy group" session. fic type - hurt/comfort, post Saw 2, fluff?? warning - 2000s emo x 2000s emo, canon level Saw violence, both reader and Daniel have PTSD, mentions of past drug use, mentions of body scarring from the traps, self harm (??) word count - 1,779 a/n: hiiii! sorry my posting has been kinda off and on for the past few months, but I'm hoping now that school and my personal schedule is a little more chill, I'll be able to write and post more often. <3 (also, what's up with the lack of Daniel fics?)

Group therapy wasn't Daniel's idea. He knew he needed to talk about the things he had gone through and seen, which is why he had originally gone to one-on-one therapy, but when his therapist had suggested joining Bobby Dagen's group he had been very apprehensive. At first, Daniel had been very against the idea. He found Bobby very pretentious and overzealous, and the entire "Jigsaw victim therapy group" to be a scam for Bobby's fan's entertainment. For months his therapist and his mother brought up the group again and again, leading to Daniel finally deciding to go in the hopes of getting them to shut up about it.

Now, Daniel found himself in the room Bobby would rent out for each session. They were all sitting side by side in the formation of a circle, letting each person have a clear view of everyone else. Not one person in the room, other than bobby, looked elated to be there.

Daniel sat in his folded out seat, arms crossed and head turned downward. So far, the entire experience had been uncomfortable. Bobby had gone on one of his regularly scheduled "We should be grateful!" spiels, and multiple people had shared their sob-stories. For 30 minuets Daniel had to endure the same arguments and conversations over and over. He sat in silence, never once making himself known - choosing to sit and pick at his black, long-sleeved undershirt the entire time.

Daniel had been so focused on his own thoughts that when he finally glanced back up, he noticed all the eyes on him. "Daniel?" Bobby called out.

"Hmm?" his reply was short and uninterested.

"I asked if you would like to share your story with the others. Would you?" Bobby asked. The smile he gave Daniel as he spoke made him divert his eyes. Daniel shrugged, not knowing if he truly wanted to. "If you'd like to wait that's okay. Whenever you're ready, Daniel."

The other's diverted their attention to Luba afterwards, taking in her story. Daniel silently listened, just waiting for the session to be over. They continued this way, story after story, until the door swung open, creating a loud noise. In it's opening was a girl, presumably around Daniel's age from what he could see.

"Ah, (Y/N), nice of you to finally join us." Bobby sarcastically spoke.

The teen stepped into the room, waving at a man in the corner that Daniel hadn't noticed before, and continued towards the circle. The silver chain hanging from her belt loops lightly rattled against her black cargo-jeans as she walked his way. "Oh shut up, Bobby. Some of us have lives outside the whole Jigsaw shit." she scoffed, her eyeliner covered eyes glaring at the older man. The girl, (Y/N) as Daniel her Bobby call her, took a open seat a few chairs down from Daniel, giving him a tight-lipped smile and a wave of her ringed hand before turning towards the others.

"Now, now, (Y/N). There's no need for hostility here - we're all the same." Bobby cheerfully stated, causing the girl to roll her eyes. "Here, since you missed when everyone else did it, why don't you introduce yourself to out newest member. This is Daniel." his arm directed (Y/N)'s eyes to her fellow teen.

(Y/N)'s dark-red lips turned up into a forced smile before she spoke. "Hi, I'm (Y/N). I'm the girl who was found a week after a trap that wasn't even hers, half dead and tied to the mutilated corpse of her sister. Nice to meet you!" The smile dropped immediately after she finished her sentence.

"Sorry Daniel. Just ignore her. She's still a little apprehensive to be doing this." Daniel awkwardly nodded at Bobby's explanation. "Good, now why don't we continue..." Daniel couldn't focus on Bobby as he spoke - his attention was solely caught on (Y/N)'s appearance. On top of the jeans and chain, she also had a shirt similar to what he would usually wear. It was red and white, and he could tell it was showing some kind of band-logo, but he couldn't get a clear enough look to tell what band. Glancing down at his own white t-shirt, he caught similarities between the two, finally realizing who it was. "Wrath of the Gods." he whispered.

(Y/N)'s head lightly turned her head, seemingly asking him to repeat himself.

"Your shirt. It's 'Wrath of the Gods' - like mine." he lightly smiled. "You like them?"

She glances down, taking in her own shirt and then his. "Huh... Yeah, my sister, she uh, introduced me to their music a few years ago. This was her shirt actually; she gave me it when she got a new one before the trap."

"Sounds like she was pretty cool." Daniel muttered. By this point, (Y/N) had moved over a seat so they could talk without bothering any of the others.

She smiled before whispering back, "She was."

Now that she was closer, Daniel could see the scarring on her face, neck, arms, and hands. He couldn't help but wonder what she fully went through if that was the result of her trap. It also made him wonder if the same scarring would cascade down her legs and torso too. Did the scarring all look the same; how many were there; were some more gory than others? Hundreds of questions flew through his mind as he looked at her.

"How'd you get them?" Daniel didn't even register the fact that he had spoken.

"Huh?" (Y/N) whispered.

"Sorry, uh, your scars. If you don't mind me asking, how'd you get them? I mean, you don't have to tell me. Y'know, I don't want to cross any boundar-" Daniel's rant was cut off by (Y/N).

"It's fine, Daniel." she sighed, giving him a sad smile. "I got these during my sister's 'game'"

"Your sister's game?" Daniel asked, hoping she would clarify.

(Y/N) looked over at the others, making sure no one was bothered by their conversation, before continuing. "Yeah. My sister was the one being tested. It was my fault, but she was the one who got the consequences." she paused, taking a moment to fully think about how to explain her experience. "My parents died when I was little, and my sister had turned 18 a few weeks before they did. After that, she took me in; became my legal guardian, y'know. She was a nurse too, so a lot of the time I was either by myself or out with friends. When my friend Amy finally got her learners, we went out one evening and ended up in an accident. That led to me being on a shit-ton of pain meds, and eventually I got hooked. It was really bad. Jane, my sister, had access to a lot of pain medication, and I used that against her. I begged for weeks for her to steal me them. She, uh... She eventually couldn't take seeing me so bad, so she broke a lot of rules and brought me some. I guess Jigsaw found out, and he thought I was pulling her down. When he took us, his whole argument in the tape was that I was bad for her, and if she got rid of her baggage - me - then she'd be free and would go places in life. If she didn't get rid of me, she'd die." Once again, (Y/N) paused, collecting herself. "He had us tied together to this weird chair set up. It was on these rails, and in front of either of us were these things I could only describe as 'the open-faced turkey sandwich version of a woodchipper'. She was supposed to kill me - push me into mine. I begged and pleaded for her to just do it, cause, I mean, he was right. I was the only bad thing in her life. She would've been better off without me."

"If she died, and didn't want to hurt you, then how did you end up with all the scars?" Daniel quietly asked.

"I did it to myself." Daniel's eyes widened at how casually she said it. "She wouldn't push back and put me into the woodchipper, so I did it myself. I put my feet on the edges of the rails and pushed myself forwards into it. I got close enough to cut myself up a bit. I thought I was gonna save her." (Y/N)'s eyes began to water, and she quickly wiped it away. "Jane was always stronger than me, though. She pulled back and kept us at the midpoint. We were there when the timer went off. I guess it was motorized, cause when the timer went off, we moved backwards. Jane went straight into it. There was nothing I could do but sit there and listen to her screams. Jigsaw and his little groupies never came for me. I was supposed to die, so they left me there. For about a week I was strapped to the trap and what was left of my sister, out of it from blood loss, hunger, and dehydration. Some homeless guy eventually found everything and called the police."

"Wow..." Daniel muttered.

"Yeah, I know." (Y/N) hesitantly chuckled. "Since then I've been doing two sessions of regular therapy a week, this, and rehab."

As she finished her sentence, Bobby loudly spoke up. "Alright guys, today was great! It is time we wrap up though. I hope to see everyone again next week, and I hope you have a great rest of your week." The two teens watched as he walked back to the doorway of the room, stopping next to his wife, lawyer, bestfriend, and publicist.

"Well, I guess that's enough trauma dumping for today." (Y/N) glanced back over at Daniel. "Listen, uh, y'know, 'Wrath of the Gods' has a show this weekend. You should come, so we could hang out some more. To be honest, I need more friends who listen to music I like." she laughed.

Daniel grinned, "Yeah, why not?"

"Good, good." (Y/N) mumbled. "Listen, I gotta go, my foster dad picks me up from these things, but I'll see you this weekend."

"Yeah, yeah, see you later." he smiled. Daniel contently watched as she got up, and headed for the door.

As she got closer to the door, (Y/N) turned back around and waved at him. "Bye, Danny."

(Y/N) turned back around and exited, leaving Daniel to sit in the room alone, thinking over what had just happened. "Holy shit." he dramatically exhaled. Maybe coming to the "Jigsaw victim therapy group" wasn't that bad of an idea.

[vzp1kl]

𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞?

• you and Matthew were the closest, but when he was starting in movies, everything changed..

• Note: Please understand that English isn't my strongest language, and if I made any mistakes, I'm truly sorry.

• I had made this story months ago, and I had changed a lot of the parts of the story to make it longer.

• There are no warnings in this just a story with two parts. Enjoy! (I will make a part two!)

You and Matthew were best friends since childhood. You guys had great memories, but as both of you grew older, both of you took different career paths. Matthew started in movies while you started your own business that was pretty successful through the years.

Years went by, and you guys started to fall apart. Even though you were friends, it didn't mean one of you had feelings for one in another. You never get to talk to him because he was a successful actor when you were a businesswoman. You couldn't help yourself but to amire from afar. Seeing him acting in moives made you proud of him. Losing contact with him was really hard. Losing that connection you had with him was broken glass everywhere it really hurt when you cut yourself in the glass and try to fix it.

Years went by, and by no call, no message, no voice mail, nothing. It was already around the 2000s. You found a sweet and gentle man. Things went well with him. Both of you hit it off and started to date, then in 2004, the year you and him got engaged and married. Things started well. You both had stable jobs. You and him never thought of having a family yet..?

After a year you got married, you got a random caller you didn't know who it was so you answered it then that's when you heard his voice it was Matthew calling you. "Hey, Y/n it been a while. How are you?". You wanted to cry hearing his voice after so many years. Memories started to replay in your mind with him. "Hey Matthew, yeah, it's been a while... I've been good. How about you? I have seen your movies me and my husband really love them." When Matthew heard you say 'husband', he knew it was already too late to say he loves you.

"Your husband?... you got married? Didn't you see the letters I have sent you?" When he mentioned letters you were confused you never got a letter from him your husband usually gets the mail when he comes from work but letters? He never told you about letters from Matthew. "Matthew, I don't know what you're talking about. I never gotten a single letter. Matthew, what letter? Please, I dont what letters!... I'm really sorry but I have to go... it was nice talking to you.." Before he could answer, you hung up.

Matthew pov:

'How can I be so stupid? Did I really lose her? Gosh, what was I thinking I should've called before I sent those letters.' Matthew couldn't stop thinking about you and the conversation he had with you. He was sitting there just disappointed in himself and how he missed every opportunity that he could just to be with you. All those memories he had with you came back into his mind and how much he actually wanted to be with you. "Was I really too late? Too late to love her?"

@angeldiarybook

[a-crochet-spider]

Matthew Patel headcanons but I'm vaguely mean about it

I really do love him you guys I swear the brainrot is real

• Talks in all caps all the time. He does not know what the word chill means and he never intends to learn.

• Very expressive, especially with body language. Has hit people in the face because of his gesturing and doesn’t apologize.

• As he is a very intense person, his feelings towards people are also very intense, so he is either completely enamored with someone or hates their guts, no in between.

• Sure, he’s super over the top most of the time, but privately he’s the most pathetic sopping wet cat of a man you’ll ever have the (dis)pleasure of meeting.

• His music taste is evenly divided between musicals and 2000s emo music (it was not just a phase and he didn’t grow out of it). He also won't listen to anything else no matter how hard you try to make him.

• He likes Mindless Self Indulgence a lot

• He either dresses in suits or like a homeless teenager. Again, no in between.

• He knows how to knit but if you ever walk in on him doing it he will yell at you to leave (and maybe apologize later for yelling if he likes you).

• Feral bisexual, obviously.

• He’s a trophy husband for sure. He hated being a CEO, he hates working, he just wants to either put on his silly little musicals or stay home.

• He puts so much product in his hair to keep it the specific way he likes it. During the day it’s very crunchy.

• On the topic of personal hygiene, he is extremely on top of taking care himself. It takes him an hour to get ready to go anywhere. His eyeliner is put on with unbelievable care. He picks out most of his outfits with a very specific ideal in mind. He probably has a skin care routine.

• He probably smells nice too. He uses a normal cologne, but it’s probably wildly overpriced and smells really good.

• Quality time is his love language.

• He’s obviously extremely confident in himself but specifically when he knows he’s in charge. If there’s any doubt he will trip tf up.

• Probably knows how to cook. He can and will brag about this.

• Has had a Tumblr blog since middle school where he posts all of his theatre kid brainrot. Nobody knows about this except Ramona, who has graciously not told anyone yet.

• The LIGHTEST sleeper ever. The tiniest thing will wake him up. If you slightly nudge him while he’s asleep he wake up instantly.

• Only likes touch from specific people or if he initiates it first. Anything else results in someone getting physically injured.

• He is incapable of sitting like a normal person. He just bends himself in so many weird ways that he’ll end up taking up the whole sofa if he isn’t stopped.

[wildestgirls]

Can you do which incubi you think is the sassiest boyfriend least to most and also how would they be sassy?

Absolutely can we pls talk abt how they’re all so childish and petty???

James is 100% the least sassiest??? Least sassy? Anyway he’s the least. He’s got too much common sense to be sassy and the only time he would be is if he was being like absolutely petty. Like one of the brothers pissed him off earlier and then they ask for like a ride somewhere later and James is laying there reading a book doing nothing and js says “…busy. 🙄” 2/10 sassiness. Too kind to be sassy

Next is acc Matthew. Like he has the capacity to be sassy but he’s funny in other ways that he doesn’t need to be sassy. The only time he would be is if he was also annoyed and he would probably only be sassy if he was like tired and not in the mood to play Sam or Damien’s games anymore. He stands there like with one hand on his hip and js stares like he’s so dead as and so disappointed when he’s being sassy OR he’s just like sassy in a 😋 way. He’s 😐 sassy when he’s in a bad mood and 😋 sassy when he’s in a good mood.

“Matthew why did you do that are you fucking stupid????”

“Whattttt???? No I didn’t 😋” he absolutely did

Literally Matthew but whatever 5/10 sassiness

I’ll do Sam next because I feel deep in my soul that he’s a fucking dick. I just feel like Sam doesn’t need to be sassy like he would just joke abt someone and laugh at them directly to their face instead of being sassy. If Damien stuttered or something he would js go “t-t-t-t-today?????” Like Matthew I can’t see him being sassy exactly but he’s just honest and so funny. Like he’s too upfront and his comebacks are too good to be worried abt sassiness. 6/10 sassiness tho because his comebacks are evil.

Next on my chopping block is Damien. U guys know I’m a sassy Damien fan and he is sassy, but he’s nothing compared to Erik. I feel like when he’s in a relationship like he’s not as sassy he’s just smiley and 😍😍😍 but what makes Damien so sassy is his mind reading. He knows everything about everyone so if they try to embarrass him then like. He’s got options. His delivery is just so dry and honest it makes it so funny. Like if James is for once trying to make like a calm, chill no harm intended joke about Damien and he goes: “didn’t u literally ur girlfriend can u slap her mid sex last night????? 🤨” 7/10 sassiness

This despicable man. Erik. Like I need to do a disclaimer saying my own Erik in my head is so different from canon Erik. Like he’s not my favourite at all so I would never do his route so his seduce me 2 route like in my head is just friendly bitchy funny Erik but getting married. This man is diabolical. He will pull out the phone screenshots, point in your face, sit there like 💁‍♀️. He is literally Abby Lee miller but more fabulous and nicer to his friends. He’s very nice to his brothers and friends but his sassiness is just a part of his love ❤️❤️❤️ the only way I can describe him fully is like Lindsay Lohan and Paris Hilton in the early 2000s. I feel like when he becomes a fashion designer he’s in some scandals sometimes but not anything bad it’s just haters. He smiles through it instead of arguing tho and just makes them cry on twitter. He’s always been that girl but he’s deep down a very nice and smiley friendly girl. 12/10 sassiness. ❤️

Pls ask me more random shit I love it 🩷

[zahri-melitor]

Some more coherent thoughts about Gotham War, now it's settled on me.

(Spoilers below cut, for length and as it's still only Wednesday)

It's not a huge surprise, but Selina's whole 'train henches to steal from the rich non-violently!' ended up being a complete side issue that only existed to get the plot moving. Nobody's conception of this plot, in two years time, will really include this detail, despite the thousands of words spent arguing how ridiculous it was.

Yes it remains a poorly thought out plan on Selina's part (she's never heard of earning money legally) but the narrative also frames it as long term ineffective from the very first issue and knocks it down on multiple occasions.

DC editorial definitely tried to dress this up as a full family event, but realistically it was a Bruce, Selina and Jason event, written by their three current writers, with solid bit parts played by Tim and Dick.

Vandal Savage remains ridiculous and ready to sacrifice anyone and I appreciate that about him. As a villain he was just the right level of stakes for this event.

I enjoyed getting to see Scandal, even if her fans would say she got done dirty here. Scandal usually has enough sense not to believe anything Vandal says, and I admit I was somewhat waiting for some level of twist here as to why Scandal was all for immortality at this point in time, but it never came.

I still agree it felt a lot like three separate plotlines intersecting, but I think they managed to land the event successfully (while leaving some nice loose threads). I actually appreciate they didn't overreach in their goals.

It still finished out with two separate plotlines: Bruce and Selina and Jason; and Dick and Tim and the rest of the family. Structurally this again reminded me as much of Resurrection of Ra's Al Ghul as Batman #138 did; the main plot and then the far more interesting Dick & Tim sideplot which is what I go back to reread. (Chip Zdarsky is clearly also a fan)

Also promisingly for an event yes, it did actually shake up the status quo and push the participants off in new directions.

So Bruce is now doing the Loner Batman thing (in that he's locked out of the fam computers/comm lines), Selina is officially 'dead' (what is with all these fake dead people with titles, Penguin is too right now), and Jason has what's effectively permanent fear toxin response to stressful situations. Also, apparently, we are getting Dick and Barbara back 'running' the Batfam while Bruce is on the outs.

As far as Bruce goes, what has been really notable in this event is how much Chip Zdarsky loves early 2000s Bat comics and their dynamics, and particularly Joker's Last Laugh. There's a lot of structural things about how this event was shaped, what specific characters did, and emotional beats that feel very JLL as someone who's read it at least half a dozen times. It's not the only influence, but it's a pretty prominent one.

Bruce ending the event in a position where he's effectively not working with most of the other Bats actually tracks reasonably well over to Batman & Robin, to my surprise. It makes sense that it's just Bruce and Damian and they're focusing on homelife and domestic relationship details between the two. It gives Bruce an excuse for why he's closely focused on Damian there.

I will admit I have not been reading Catwoman, but from the event it seems they're spinning her off to keep moving her back into a more antihero position. Tini Howard clearly has a direction she wants to take Selina.

I actually think this has pretty interesting storytelling potential for Jason. It means that he has to stay calm, or has to overcome his own fear to achieve things. It gives him a goal? Matthew Rosenberg clearly seems interested in using it for his Jason storytelling and he's got Jason right now, so...

I'm personally delighted by how much Tim Zdarsky wrote into this storyline. He used the space more to show off Dick and Tim's brotherhood and what Tim is good at, rather than push the Tim side of the Zur story we're all expecting to occur (there's that waiting Zur-Robin costume). Means he's planning it for Batman as a title itself rather than getting it tangled up here.

"It was the only way to become the second-best Robin". Yes, this is Tim getting to show off his core competencies - he probably is the only Bat other than Bruce who would have extensively studied all the trophies. Dick would remember a lot of them simply because a lot of the trophies are from old adventures, but pretty much all the others are not particularly retrospective, respect the past sort of members of the group, while Tim has always been surrounded by the shadows of the past. I loved this note.

I haven't talked about Babs yet! She's in green, in glasses, sitting down at her computers with a novelty mug, directing everyone, answering to Oracle. That's her! That's my Oracle!

I do think Bruce expecting Dick to take over running the Batfam right now is a big ask, given he's also running the Titans as the main superhero team on the planet and handling Bludhaven, but Tom Taylor's writing both those books so I don't expect to see the stress catching up with Dick there. Benefits of writer choice right now, I guess. Also personally 'Babs and Dick organise everyone while Bruce has a breakdown elsewhere' is one of my favourite Batfam dynamics so you know, I'm pretty excited if we actually get to see this play out.

New Lazarus Pit in Gotham! This won't be a problem at all.

[mayweneverdie]

Modern things some rdr2 characters would go gaga for. (1)

Characters: Dutch, Hosea, Arthur, John, Abigail, Jack, Sadie.

Mr. Dutch Van Der Linde

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Nft’s -> he’s a scammer and does not gaf abt it. (Has Arthur make them.)

Temu/Sketchy fast fashion sites -> he would see bonds up for sale and think they’re real. (Hosea has to stop him otherwise camp funds are going down the drain.)

Rv’s -> he packs everyone up like sardines while he has a big ass bed to himself. (Like those van life parents with 20 kids sleeping on the floor.)

The hippie circle sun glasses -> you know the ones I’m talking abt.

Hosea Matthews

Fishing lure tiktok videos -> exhibit a:

Those old lady phone cases that double as a wallet -> he thinks it makes him look hip and in style like the kids. (It doesn’t, but it’s a nice leather so it’s kinda better.)

FACEBOOK MARKETPLACE -> he sells Cornwall bonds on there.

Pawn Stars -> i used to watch pawn stars and I think he’d find it to be nifty (tries to get on there to pawn off the bonds with Dutch.)

Arthur Morgan

The really fancy men’s beard care -> i just feel it in my bones, no explanation.

Bass Pro Shop Pyramid -> he walks around like it’s a museum.

Dog shelters -> reminds him of his dog he used to have and likes to sit with the rescue dogs.

Cure for tuberculosis-> …

John Marston

Cat filters -> kitty cat Martson fans rise up!!!

Goodwill -> he finds more shit to put on the fire place while Abigail dies inside at how tacky it is. (Like the cowboy squirrel.)

Tear away calendars -> specifically the ones with cartoons on it.

Tear away post it notes that become figures -> coincides with his need for knick knacks.

Abigail Marston

Goodwill -> to get rid of John’s knick knacks.

Old lady wallet phone case -> like Hosea, she has the old lady wallet phone case but with a picture of Jack and John in it.

Bento box packing videos -> she tries to make them for Jack but fails (he eats it anyways.)

The Real Housewives -> just feel it in my bones.

Jack Marston (kid ver.)

Youtube toy unboxing videos -> he would be a kindle kid.

Kindle tablet -> to read and watch the toy unboxing videos.

Percy Jackson books -> no explanation needed lets be fr.

Those dollar general toy guns that make super loud noises -> “I wanna be a gunslinger when I grow up!” exhibit a:

Sadie Adler

Carrie Underwood -> she is THE Carrie Underwood fan.

Those early 2000s t-shirts with the bedazzled cross -> she reminds me of one of my old babysitter’s mom who wore a lot of that.

Axe throwing places -> she’s angry.

Break shit places -> she’s angry.

[gideonsuggestions]

spto rewrite

okay so I've been thinking about how I would fix this thing in a way that pleases both the old fans and the new ones and I think I finally got it. since bryan didn't want to tell the same story over again, I'm going to respect his wishes (bear with me here) and have a fresh, new take on the franchise that completely does away with the genre, themes, symbolism, magical realism, slice-of-life elements, and pacing like spto did. in fact, why even make this a show? we could just have a great animated movie instead. 1h10, tops. that's probably close to the combined length of all eight episodes anyway. and in the spirit of glorious change I think we should switch dreary canada for somewhere more warm and humid, like a rainforest. bear with me here. like spto, I'm going to keep the time period vague and interchangeable, so my rewrite will combine modern humor and 2000s music with ancient incan society. good, right? right. of course, I'll keep the characters as close as possible to their original incantations, to satisfy the comic fans. scott is an egotistical, small-minded moron with a victim complex and a need to be worshipped. gideon is an old scheming, self-obsessed drama queen. roxie is a kind-hearted and caring but occasionally gruff person. ramona is cool and sexy. lucas is a secretly-good himbo. I would also make some other changes that keep in line with bryan's goals for spto: roxie, for example, will get a bigger role. in fact, she should be a main character. ramona has had enough screentime, so in the spirit of wokeness we'll make her roxie's wife. who needs a league of evil exes, anyway? we're tired of telling the same old story again, after all! also gideon and lucas have a pre-established evil friendship. so we begin the story in basically the same way: egotistical scott pilgrim thinks the world revolves around him. he's been spoiled and coddled his whole life, he's terrible to women, so on and so forth. he's got his own theme song. now let's say that one day he gets into some trouble with gideon- maybe scott is the one who takes away his metaphorical throne instead of spto matthew. so gideon and lucas head down to their secret lab to concoct a scheme to kill him and steal back their throne. their first plan, to create a league of guys who want to kill him, would probably cost too much, so they just decide to poison him. so they invite him over for a nice dinner to make amends, and lucas slips the poison into his drink. but it doesn't kill him! in fact, it turns him into a llama and h

[homestuckreplay]

matthew mcconaughey was homestuck before homestuck was cool

Continuing through John's McConaughey wall, I just squeezed some time out of my sleep schedule to watch Failure to Launch. Unlike John, I tend to enjoy romcoms especially from the early to mid 2000s - even though I usually don't like the values and worldviews in them - and it met my expectations in being a great hour and a half that definitely won't stick with me long term.

It's about parent and child relationships again, and this is the most on the nose one yet. The main character, Tripp, lives with his parents and refuses to leave despite being a Cool and Normal Guy(tm) because a tragic past has left him stuck, unable to fully develop into what white American society thinks an adult should be. This is both John right now and John's fear of his future - he struggles enough living at home at 13 and must be terrified of still living there at 35, and he's already scared about the aspects of life he might be missing out on. He knows that in theory his house is nice and has everything he needs, but he sees his own life the way other characters in the movie see Tripp's - like there's something wrong with him for not having more.

John sees himself as Tripp, but let's be real. He's probably more similar to the other men Paula convinces to move out of their parents' homes, like the guy who's obsessed with the Star Wars original trilogy. I wonder if John doesn't like "chick flicks" because they tend to promote "normalcy" and the status quo - the main characters all settling down into conventional, heterosexual relationships and fulfilling traditional 'life milestones' by the end, no matter how quirky they were at the start. The characters who don't fit into this are generally laughed at and sidelined. I don't think John sees either of these as a great option.

This is the first post-2000 movie of John's I've seen, coming out only three years ago. It's an outlier, because there's no way John's dad showed him this one. Dad wouldn't want to suggest that he'd ever kick John out the house or resent him for being there. John definitely watched this when it came to DVD because of his McConaughey crush and accidentally got filled with existential anxiety by mistake.

Also, the family in this movie lives in house number 420. Hoping and praying that the Egberts have a funny number house too.

MOVIES WATCHED: 6/11

MOST RECENT MOVIE: Failure to Launch (2006) - Rating 7/10

[rinadragomir]

Professional detailed review on first 4 chapters of Chain of Thorns 📝🙇🏼‍♀️

Listen I CAN'T FUCKING BREATHE it's so good so far?! Okay, let's start with:

THOMAS CAN'T SLEEP OR EAT OR LIVE BECAUSE HE'S TOO BUSY THINKING OF HOW ALASTAIR FEEDS CHARLES GRAPES?... This boy is going insane please save him and ask Alastair to feed him grapes, thank you in advance 🤌🏻🙏

Anna-I-Dont-Actually-Care-About-Ari-Lightwood IMMEDIATELY STOPPING HER PARTY, SAYING BYE TO ALL HER FRIENDS AND FORGETTING HOW TO BREATHE the second she saw Ari on her doorstep 🥹😭

So pathetic of her, I love her so much, I LOVE THEM ALL SO MUCH I WANNA DIE AND KILL THEM ALL WITH MY HUGS☺️

Are we gonna discuss that Grace is LITERALLY IN JAIL and the only thing that's bothering her is: "What if Christopher will despise me after all of that?😞 He's so nice and adorable, I wanna boop his pretty nose" like?.... Girl honestly same💁🏼‍♀️

Cordelia and Matthew! Daisy literally suffers more than Jesus, it's official, like 2 days ago she lost Cortana and became Lilith's paladin, yesterday she found out James is still in love with Grace and today her dead father returns as a ghost to say she's fucked. Well shit🙂

My favorite part is Will/James/Magnus/Lucie/Jesse/Malcolm gang, straight from the 2000s sitcom 🤌🏻Will naming Jesse his new favorite kid right before he tried to kill him😍 he's being so dramatic for no reason, like everyone's trying to discuss things and then there's Will:

James being depressed, Jesse being depressed but also horny, Lucie being horny but also anxious, Malcolm being anxious but also insane AF. And then there's Magnus

Thank you for your attention ^-^

[prucanfieldsurquestions]

How did you two get together?

The kitchen floor of the cottage was covered from end to end in newspaper. Knives of various sizes and an entire pack of sharpies sat in a bucket placed off to the side until the pumpkins Matthew and Gilbert had bought from the farmer down the road were emptied of their insides. Gilbert reached into the gigantic pumpkin clamped securely between his thighs and grabbed a handful of pumpkin guts. He pulled them out and held them in his hands, mischief glinting in his eyes and a wicked smirk on his face. Matthew, who had his own gigantic pumpkin between his legs, had no time to get the threat bubbling in his throat out before the pumpkin guts and seeds were thrown his way and landed on his chest with a wet slap. The Prussian’s celebratory cackles were cut short by returning fire coating his cheek in orange slime. 

“Hey! Not the face!”

“All’s fair in love and war, sweetheart, and you declared war.” Matthew said with a smirk of his own, already reaching back into his pumpkin for more ammo. 

The kitchen quickly became a battlefield of laughter and pumpkin seeds being thrown just about as hard as the belligerents could manage. Newspaper saved the floor, but the cupboards, oven, fridge and ceiling became casualties of giggle-filled, fall-coloured war. 

A momentary truce was called when pumpkin guts whipped particularly hard hit Gilbert’s phone clean off the table. The device landed on the floor with a clatter, but upon checking it to see what the damage was, Gilbert noticed a notification. 

“Hey, liebl- aw, really? In my ear?” Gilbert laughed as he schlocked the orange off the side of his face.

“We got another ask?” Matthew asked, holding the next bit of his dwindling ammo in his slimy hand, ready to throw as soon as the truce was over. 

“Ja! They’re asking how we got together! I think it’ll be nice to reminisce while I shove pumpkin guts down your pants!”

“Gilbert, don’t you dare-” Matthew cut himself off with a screech and a giggle as his lover charged at him, a cackling menace with two fistfulls of pumpkin. In an instant Matthew ran to the front door and outside so at least the rest of his house would be spared in the wake of the Great Pumpkin War. 

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October, 2000

The morning sun shone bright and cheerful through the windows to the meeting hall, a stark contrast to the few nations inside who were already dreading the events to come. World meetings were always chaos, always ran stupidly late, and were an event that Matthew was almost never on time for.

Today, though, was different. He’d gotten to the hall with plenty of time to spare, thanks to his brilliant idea of bringing his most obnoxious alarm clock with him. He was so early, in fact, that there weren’t too many people there just yet. Ludwig and Gilbert hadn’t even arrived, and it was that shock of white hair that Matthew kept his eye out for while he sat in his chair and listened in on Lovino and Feliks shit-talking someone or other. 

When he finally saw Gilbert he nearly leapt out of his chair. A smile he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to played on his lips as he made a beeline towards the man. Gilbert had just completed his scan of who was here when he caught sight of the Canadian making his way over. A grin crossed his face, and as soon as Matthew was close enough he pulled him in for a hug that was exuberantly returned. 

“Hallo, Maus! I wasn’t expecting to see you for another twenty minutes, at least! Did you finally find a coffee maker that doesn’t hate you?” Gilbert teased with a smirk that only grew wider with a roll of amethyst eyes. 

“No, I’m pretty sure coffee makers as a whole have it out for me.” Matthew said. He pulled his dress shirt out of his pants just a little bit to show the nearly-dry coffee stain that was, thankfully, easy to hide. "I got here early because I have something I wanted to ask you, actually.”

A silvery brow quirked, and the smirk softened into a lopsided smile. “Ja? Well go ahead, I don’t bite. Often. Ish.”

“You and I both know that’s not true. A-anyways, I wanted to ask if we were planning on skipping out of this meeting sometime later, and if so, if, um…” Matthew trailed off as he worked up his nerve, ignoring how much his cheeks were burning as he did so. Deep breaths, deep breaths! His brain screamed at him. This is your only chance, don’t screw it up! “...If you would maybe possibly want to go to the movies with me? I-I won’t be mad if you don’t want to, or-”

A joyful laugh out of the shorter man cut the word vomit off before it could get embarrassing. Gilbert’s eyes seemed to sparkle as he looked at the poor, flustered Canadian. “Ja, of course we’ll be leaving this stupid meeting early. Same time, same place?”

Relief crashed through Matthew and brought with it a more relaxed smile. “Mhm! I parked pretty close to the entrance, we can just hop in and go.”

“Sehr gut! It’s a date, then!” Gilbert remarked with a grin. He walked off to bother some poor unfortunate soul, leaving Matthew to stand in the same place with hearts floating around his head. 

It’s a date, then!

Oh, how right Gilbert was. 

The sun was already beginning to dip under the horizon by the time a chance for escape presented itself, at about the same time it always did. Strong personalities confined in a relatively small space together, coupled with centuries upon centuries of history, meant that every world meeting was a bomb just waiting to go off. Gilbert walked out the door as Arthur got into a screaming match with someone over some perceived slight. Matthew wasn’t far behind.

“So, I noticed something.” Gilbert started once they were in Matthew’s red pickup truck and on the road, with an eye on the driver and a growing smirk. “You have the back of this thing covered.”

Matthew tried to slow his grin by biting his lip, but it was no use. Of course Gilbert would be observant enough to notice the one time the cover was on. A chuckle out of the albino, and Matthew had to turn his head to hide the light pink dusting his cheeks. 

“Oh, I see how it is. You have something planned, don’t you, Maus? Just wanted to get me alone?”

The light pink deepened instantly to a dark flush guarded by a roll of amethyst eyes. Those eyes threw a quick glance over his shoulder as Matthew changed lanes and proceeded to not use his turn signal. “Oh, shush. Is it so hard to believe that I might want to hang out with you?” Matthew asked with a whisper of a smile. 

There was a brief space for the unspoken ‘Yes, actually, it is.’ to breathe before a chuckle loud enough to cover for it erupted from the Prussian. “Nah, ‘course not. Everyone wants to hang out with me! Frankly, you’re lucky I could fit you into my schedule.”

“And, pray tell, what else do you have in your schedule?”

“...That’s uh, that’s private business! You never ask a woman her age, and you never ask a man what his schedule is like!” 

Matthew simply rolled his eyes fondly and decided to let Gilbert have this one. 

Soon enough, Matthew pulled onto a long dirt driveway that led to a little drive-in theater tucked into the edge of a forest. He backed into a spot, turned the truck off, and was out the door before Gilbert had a chance to undo his seatbelt. While the Prussian was scrambling to catch up, Matthew took the cover off the bed of his truck and stood back with bated breath to watch the other man’s reaction. 

The bed of the truck had been covered with every plush, warm blanket that Matthew owned, all tied down so they wouldn’t move too much in transport. The back of it housed a veritable mountain of stuffed animals and pillows. Matthew watched as lovely vermillion roamed all over the spread, saw the dumb grin dancing on Gilbert’s face, and finally caught his gaze from under snow-white lashes. Their hands brushed, very intentionally it seemed, and Matthew felt like he was about to burst. As much as he would have liked to lace their fingers together, they'd left the meeting a little bit later than anticipated, leaving just enough time for last-minute adjustments before the movie started.  

“Do you want to get some snacks while I fix the pillows and find the radio?” He murmured, fingertips just barely touching Gilbert’s. From his back pocket he produced a crumpled ten dollar bill and held it out. 

“Aw, no five course meal stuffed somewhere in there?” Gilbert said with a laugh as he took the bill and walked towards the concession stand. Matthew could only chuckle and hop up into his truck. 

By the time Gilbert returned with an extra-large popcorn slathered in butter and a single large drink, Matthew had gotten the pillows and stuffed animals rearranged and changed into an oversized hoodie. Gilbert got up onto the bed of the truck with a grunt and plopped himself down beside the Canadian, leaving just enough room to put the popcorn and drink between them. The portable radio was turned on and to the right station just as the projector flickered to life. 

Recognition flashed in Gilbert’s eyes as soon as he saw the familiar sight of a husky running across the Antarctic waste. He smirked and reached in for some popcorn, hand brushing Matthew’s as the other grabbed some popcorn of his own. 

“Have you seen this movie, Maus?”

“Er… well, no. I don’t watch too many scary movies.”

Gilbert stretched his arms upward, drawing it out just a little bit for what Matthew could only assume was effect, then not-so-subtly rested his arm behind Matthew, eliciting a little roll of the eye and a smile to dwarf it. “You just tell me if you get too scared, ja?”

“You’ll be the first to know.” Matthew said with a chuckle. 

He was sure the movie was enthralling, as it had come highly recommended from Alfred for both atmosphere and practical effects. But Matthew’s attention was split between it and the man beside him. Lilac eyes stole glances whenever they could, and once or twice, he could have sworn he saw crimson do the same. It was with one of these glances that the Canadian noticed the man was shivering. The sun had set and taken all the heat in the air with it. The blankets were still tied down and weighed down by all the stuffed animals, and Gilbert's dress shirt wasn't exactly the warmest thing on the planet. A frown crossed Matthew’s cheeks as he figured out what to do about this. Hm… Well, in all the great, cheesy romance novels, the lead usually gave his jacket to his love interest, right? He didn't have a jacket, but hopefully his sweater would do. He took it off in one fluid motion and held it out to a very confused Gilbert. 

“You, um, you seem cold.” He explained with a blush.

Confusion softened into a rose-coloured grin as Gilbert took the sweater and put it on immediately. That pleased grin persisted for a moment, before a small look of concern replaced it. Matthew didn’t have time to ask what was wrong before the man scooted over and planted himself between his legs. Gilbert leaned back into him and nodded once, apparently satisfied with this action.

“There! Now we’re both warm!” 

Matthew’s heart skipped a beat as he snaked his arms around the other man’s waist and pulled him in just that little bit closer. He felt Gilbert melt like popcorn butter into his embrace and had to bury his face in his shoulder for a moment while he remembered how to breathe. He felt a chuckle rumble in Gilbert’s chest, a pale hand reach up to ruffle golden locks, and it wouldn’t be an understatement to say that Matthew needed a full five minutes to put himself back together. 

With his chin now resting on Gilbert’s shoulder, he could finally pay a little more attention to the movie. The tale of the doomed Antarctic team gripped him with wisps of paranoia and an intimate knowledge of how horrific a snowy base in trouble was, even without the added horror of a monster. It was only when he felt Gilbert laugh a little that he realized he was squeezing the man like a frightened child holding a teddy bear. 

“Aw, don’t worry Mattie, I’m here to prote- FUCK!” Gilbert exclaimed as an unexpected scare got him. He dug his fingers into Matthew’s arms, which had only gotten tighter around him, and kept his eyes glued to the movie even though there was a face buried in his shoulder again. 

They stayed holding each other as the movie raced towards it’s conclusion. The final scare had them both screeching and laughing at themselves. They were both centuries old, after all, and had definitely seen worse things than an admittedly terrifying monster. That laughter settled into a comfortable silence once the credits were rolling. Cool night air washed pleasantly over Matthew’s bare back as his front was warmed by the Prussian in his arms. There was just one more thing he had planned to top the night off, and it was now or never.  

“Hey, Gil? I-I have, um, another thing to ask you.” He quietly stammered. 

“Ja, Maus?”

A deep breath was taken, a little squeeze given, and a question that would change their lives forever was uttered. 

“Can I… Can I kiss you?”

Gilbert’s breath hitched in his throat at the question. He twisted himself in Matthew’s arms, enough to look at him and see that he was, in fact, serious. A smile warm enough to drive away the chill of the night crossed his lips as he reached up to thread his fingers through the man’s wavy hair. 

“I thought you’d never ask.” He murmured with a little chuckle.

Matthew’s only response was to close the distance between them and capture Gilbert’s lips in a kiss that left both of them breathless and seeing stars. When they parted, Matthew couldn’t help himself. He held the other close, planted kisses on his cheek like he’d been wanting to for years, and sighed in happiness as he felt strong arms wrap around him and hold him tight. It was only when he started snickering that Gilbert pulled back and raised a questioning brow. 

“Do you know what that sweater’s made of, Gil?”

“Uh… Cotton?”

“Nope! It’s made of boyfriend material.”

It was Gilbert’s turn to roll his eyes, to laugh and kiss Matthew’s burning cheek. “You fuckin’ dork. Guess I’m keeping this sweater, then.”

Matthew could only grin and kiss him again, under the light of an autumnal moon filled with new love.

[bewareofitalics]

On to the Grease live shows! The Dannys and Sandys all get nicknames. I shall record them here:

Wholesome Danny

Hot Danny (who annoyed me back in 2007 and still does)

Baby Sandy

Serious Sandy (Kate Rockwell, who's gone on to have a nice career)

Emotional Sandy (brought back after not originally making the final twelve)

Second Chance Danny (ditto - Billy Bush, who's hosting along with Denise Van Outen, joked about calling him "Man-Tears Danny" but decided "that's not cool") (gee Billy, are there perhaps some other things you were involved with in the mid-2000s that weren't cool?)

Boy Band Danny (who had been a replacement Matthew in Altar Boyz Off-Broadway, why is Hot Danny acting like he's the only one with experience :P)

Slacker Danny (Max Crumm)

Small Town Sandy (Laura Osnes)

Spiritual Sandy (Kathleen Monteleone, who I just looked up because I remembered seeing her in Hands on a Hardbody but didn't think I'd heard much about her since, and apparently she made a film based on her experience as a reality show loser. There's a video of the Sandys and Dannys reuniting on Zoom to talk about it, ooooo)

Bellhop Danny

Ambitious Danny (another Matthew-in-Altar Boyz replacement, hah)

Rock Chick Sandy (the aforementioned Juliana Hansen)

Ballerina Sandy (Ashley Spencer, perhaps best known for being married to Jeremy Jordan)

Looks like overall, the Sandys went on to have better careers than the Dannys. Or I just care less about the boys, either one. Anyway, they're also color-coded, but they get real loose with shades in the individual song costumes.

Second Chance Danny and Emotional Sandy immediately proved why they hadn't been picked in the first place, oof. I think the judges just really wanted their voices to live up to their looks. (I looked them up and they both ended up doing some professional acting, good for them!)

Kathleen Marshall criticized Boy Band Danny for seeming too contemporary and not '50s enough. You gave him a song from *checks Google* 1987 ("Faith" by George Michael)! And none of the others have seemed particularly '50s either!

The judges are all asked to pick their top Danny and Sandy of the night. David Ian picks Wholesome Danny, even though earlier he'd said that if he had to cast it right then, he'd pick Ambitious Danny. And his Sandy is Ashley Spencer. Kathleen Marshall picks Hot Danny and Baby Sandy, Jim Jacobs picks Ambitious Danny and Kate Rockwell, and guest judge Olivia Newton-John abstains (courteously).

Oh man, I forgot that they didn't have results shows and instead left the results for the next week. That must've been so frustrating for the cast.

[eolewyn1010]

Downton Abbey Fashion 19 - post-war evening dresses

Mary gets nine evening gowns this season, which is almost as many as both of her sisters combined. Add to that how much time the camera spends on her, and we have an emphasis on her fashion in particular. Let’s see how Lavinia compares.

Huh, this looks a lot bluer in the promotional shots than on the show itself. Anyway: Black lace galore, with some light grey chiffon for the sleeves. I actually think these sleeves are pretty sweet, as is the tiered skirt. Other than that, this is one of those dresses that keep it simple cut-wise because the fabric oughta do its thing.

I’ll admit defeat: This is an undebated favorite! Gawd, that embroidery! And where the previous dress still followed the outline of Mary’s figure, this one goes into the shapeless 1920s shape and just hangs down loosely and with no sleeves, sparkling in all its glory.

Ew. What is this? What is it trying to be? This looks like someone made a top of what was supposed to be a vaguely Eastern European folk dress, and then just slapped on the chiffon skirt and sleeves typical for the early 1920s with no thought of whether it would fit stylistically. Whatever this wants to be, it doesn’t hit the mark with me. Nice enough embroidery, but the shape came out so weird. It’s not very flattering either.

A little better, although my first impression is that Mary wants to attend prom in the 2000s. It may be my prejudice against spaghetti straps. The black embroidery strip down the front dates it a bit better though, and I have to admit that this dark, muted blue is a lovely color on her.

This is very similar in color and waistband placement, but the black embroidery on the top spaces out more and we get flimsy little chiffon sleeves. It’s alright, I guess. Not one I would have insisted on repeating in season 3, but fine.

The first shot makes this dress look so very see-through that I hope (and am reasonably sure) that Mary just happens to wear a quite beige under layer. Is faux nude ladylike? Let’s focus on the embroidery instead; these squiggly lines on the sleeves and down the sides are something I see (in variations) a lot on dresses of this time; I’ll have to put a name on this design eventually. And then in the front, it goes into something more solid, more ornamental; looks a plant motif. Nice neckline, although it looks better on the black layer that she wears under this a season later. Speaking of season 3: This is the only evening gown Mary wears then before her pregnancy that has sleeves. All the others are sleeveless, and then her maternity wear is all sleeves. So I wonder if going sleeveless is specifically a “youthful” look that Mary abandons once she’s visibly marching toward motherhood. But then this doesn’t seem to apply always, like for this dress it doesn’t.

Oh, this one is very pretty! A warm silver shade and all-in on the 1920s cut, this gives up the waistband and focuses on some subtle but gorgeous embroidery. Because Mary’s fashion sense far outweighs her emotional intelligence, she pairs this with a pearl pendant and shimmers like nothing.

Nice, a dress that comes back for season 3 that I actually like. But then, what’s not to love on this deep red, slinky beauty with the shiny-beaded trim? I also enjoy these little embroidery elements down from her hips that look somewhat like stylized tassels, as the necklace Mary picked to pair with this repeats the motif. Other than that, let’s have a quick look at Mary’s lovely hairpiece which has the shape of a little fan, set with red and white jewels to match the dress.

Mary’s engagement dress is another dark red; perhaps that’s why it’s manifesting in my mind as a fundamental Mary color. I don’t love it as much as the previous, but there’s no denying this is quite cute with the five layers of silk satin skirt, all of them scalloped and tying into a pre-1920s waistband. Some golden beading to pop off it, and we’re ready to force Matthew to his knees in the snow receive a proposal.

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If Mary’s signature color is red, figures that Lavinia has to be established in green. I’m a little surprised that her first dress is distinctly 1920s; no waistline, this kind of apron style, the dipping back, the bejeweled headband… This is not how Lavinia dresses at any point after her introduction. See further down, when her other evening dresses have a waistband at the natural waist, and gathered skirts. Nevertheless, this is cute! Tons of green and golden rhinestones, obviously, and that rose embroidery on the chiffon top; it all adds up nicely.

This dress is a lot simpler, without the five lbs of rhinestones, and the sleeves a much smaller affair in tulle, but the fabric is very interesting. Rather crisp in the pleating, so I wanna say it’s a taffeta, but mostly, it has this thin bronze veining all over it that kind of looks like wood grain. I’m here for it. They are starting to go wild with the fabric patterns! It also gives a sweet background to this long pearl necklace with the knotted end that is kind of a popular jewelry style of the time.

And another black one. This is another of my favorites; it’s just so cute! The skirt looks like a hobble skirt at the bottom but builds up volume in several tiers upwards, which is something some late 1910s and early 1920s dresses do before they streamline themselves out. The top is this little silk wrap number that flows into the skirt from the waistline, over see-through black chiffon shoulder straps, that form a V over the actual base fabric, an off-white top that glitters with embroidery. One of the times when some black and some white do whatever and I just love it.

[nicromancytarot]

Hello 👋. How is March treating you as of yet? Can I have a reading on my future spouse if possible? My initials are NB. I was born in the 2000. And I love the reds and neutrals. Thank you in advance. 🥰❤️❤️

Their looks

They’re being described as a goat, so they may have thin lips, majestic eyes, and/or a goatee. They may look a little like they don’t have a thought behind their eyes, and you may make fun of them for it.

They’re masculine presenting, I don’t see much muscle, but I do see some strong legs, they may even sometimes stand with their legs extended and knees locked?? Perhaps they went to physical therapy for it too.

They look however you desire your person to look like, they may not be your type right now, but they absolutely will be when you guys meet.

They could look like Matthew Lillard when he was playing Shaggy in Scooby-Doo, only if you like men of course, although they may still represent some same features of him if they are a woman or female presenting.

Their personality

Their personality is described as a coyote, so they may often be quite misunderstood for the way that they act, some people could be intimidated by them.

Coyotes are like bedazzled wolves, so they could lowkey have an individuality complex, or just seem very out of the box and “different” in the way that they act.

I see that they are quite witty, they also seem really quick with their comebacks? They’re quite funny honestly, definitely someone who enjoys making jokes out of everything to lighten the mood.

They have a good amount of self respect and don’t let people walk all over them, they are very quick to shut someone out of their life, if they are not a good person or worth your future spouses time.

Their career

I see that they may not have the best workplace, they may come home to rant about the shitty people in their workplace, i’m seeing someone who’s complaining and calling someone a bitch like a child, meanwhile their partner is just listening intently and stroking their hair, very cute energy.

Penguin is our animal card for this one, this is so random lmao, but penguins don’t have teeth, it’s like your spouse has to grit his teeth to make sure he doesn’t snap at his workmates, or metaphorically bite their asses off!

It’s certainly something they have to have a lot of strength to do, honestly they could be in the army as I’m seeing strength, danger and teamwork. If not, then they just have to work with a lot of people.

Their love language

Acts of service absolutely, it’s also there’s, so they really care about you doing the same back, like running them a nice bath with some candles when they’ve have a hard day at work, and they will make you dinner in return.

I asked how they feel after giving and receiving an act of service, and I was giving a very particularly poses seal, or sealion, i’m not too sure. I thought it was quite funny because it looks like a little damsel in waiting. They definitely feel loved and pampered when you do something for them, and they feel pretty and perfect when they do it for you.

They seem like such a cool person overall, I want to be their friend, you are very lucky my love!

[redundant2]

Mystery Solved! Pippa Middleton and James Matthews have purchased Sir Terence Conran's previous estate in Berkshire: Barton Court.

Reports about the Princess of Wales' sister Pippa's new estate in Berkshire have been quite vague, but today I finally found the planning permits.

The Matthews paid £15 million for Barton Court, located in Kintbury, Hungerford, Berkshire.

"Barton Court was built in 1772 for Admiral Lord Dundas: a typical, red-brick, early Georgian house of five bays with a projecting central open-pedimented entrance front, enhanced by round-headed windows in the upper storeys."

The top yellow star in the right part of the above map is the estate where Michael and Carol Middleton live in Bucklebury, and the solid red dot on the left is the location of James and Pippa Matthews' new estate. Close enough for a short car drive to visit, but far enough apart to allow each family some private time.

The planning permit request is for "Relocation of an outdoor swimming pool and construction of a tennis court within the walled garden, and conversion of a potting shed to associated changing room and plant room."

Below is the celebrated walled garden that will be replaced with tennis courts and possibly a very large swimming pool:

Sir Terence Conran was a famous British designer who passed away in September 2020. He founded the Habitat and Conran shops. He was also renowned for designing restaurants, office buildings and stores. Conran ran several restaurants and wrote more than 50 books about design.

House and Garden UK did a nice feature on the property with many color photos taken by Princess Margaret's ex-husband, if you're curious about the interior of Pippa's new home.

From the article: "In earlier days a stone-flagged hallway ran from the door to the stairway between the enclosing walls of adjacent rooms. These rooms have now been gutted to provide a combined hall and living room of vast area: over a hundred feet in length." Looks like the original tile is still in place.

Apparently, some of the family of Sir Terence Conran was very upset that his estate was sold, as it was said to have been his dream for the estate to remain in the family.

"Both the house and the estate, according to one visitor, were to be 'overseen by the Conran family'. But no longer: I can reveal that the house has been sold for £15 million, despite Conran's vision, which included selling fruit and vegetables from greenhouses and a massive walled garden.

Members of the family appear to be in the dark about quite why the sale has gone ahead. One tells me that it is the executors of Conran's will who are selling the property, not his widow, Lady Conran.

The interior designer Vicki Davis married Sir Terence in 2000 at Chelsea Town Hall. His children — Sebastian and Jasper by his second wife, Superwoman author Shirley Conran, and Tom, Sophie and Ned by his third, cookery writer Caroline Herbert — only learned of it later.

That was no accident: Conran's children, it was playfully said, needed an appointment to see him.

The executors of his will decline to comment. But I can disclose that Vicki has already left the house and a new family has moved in."

Little did we know in June 2022 that it was Pippa Middleton and her family who bought the estate!

But here is another article interviewing Conran's widow, Vicki. She felt the house was too much for one person to maintain, and that none of his many children would want the upkeep. Conran apparently did not die of Covid either. It's a good article, detailing his vast collections and giving you a better idea of what he was like. After living there 50 years, Conran's widow was given 8 weeks to pack up everything and move out by the new owners...

Here is the planning application map showing the property outline:

Interestingly, the large buildings to the left of Barton Court are actually a very large custom furniture workshop and retail store. The owner, Sean Sutcliffe, "met Terence Conran and a firm friendship was made over a shared interest in making, wood, design and sustainability. They founded Benchmark together and our workshop and showroom are situated in the grounds of Terence’s country home."

That should prove very interesting for Pippa and family - perhaps those who are royal watchers might plan to do some furniture shopping in the near future! I'm sure, however, that the Matthews family will have plans in place to secure the perimeter of their new estate - or perhaps Mr. Matthews will just buy Benchmark Furniture outright and have its premises moved. Pretty sure he can afford it, since they recently sold their Chelsea mansion for £22.5 million, £5.5 million more than he paid for it.

[caffeinated-beverage]

CanLiet(Hws Canada x Hws Lithuania) 🧶🦊🍁🔥🏀

As always i enjoyed your headcanons, your headcanons are masterpieces ✨️💖

HG HGJDHFDH CHDHHC OMG TYTY THAT MEANS A LOT TO ME ❤️

Also I’m so sorry this took a while to get to you!! I was too sidetracked! I promise I didn’t forget u!!

Anyways, for some shippy canliet!

🧶: Back in the early 2000s, what tied Tolys in knots internally was, for some odd reason, Tolys was worried that Matty wouldn’t love them anymore for the silliest of reasons. Bro was scared that over time, Matty was gonna get increasingly more disturbed about that bloodstain on the passenger seat of Tolys’ car left by the previous owners, and break up with them. Even though, Matty had already seen it many many times.. And, he doesn’t care that much about it anymore. He knows nothing to be scared of happened there. Also, that bloodstain is NOT coming out ☹️ Tolys would have to pay money to have that seat replaced, but they have not done that, so..

And, really early on in the relationship, Tolys was scared that if they “broke wind” around Matthew, he would get mad and dump them on the spot 😆

They also feared that Matty would eventually think that they were “too much baggage” or smthn and dump them.

They were also scared that Matty was going to notice those grey hairs they were growing (and at the young age of 19!) and break up with them because of it.

OFC, Matthew NEVER did any of these things that Tolys was so worried about!!

🦊: Whenever Matthew plans on Surprising Tolys with ANYTHING, he has to be super super stealthy, as to not spoil the surprise. Because Tolys can be quite nosey, and constantly asks questions whenever he notices that Matty may or may not be,, up to something. And Tolys WILL NOT stop asking the questions until they are answered, so Matty always has to come up with some kinda alibi or smthn, so Tolys doesn’t find out the surprise. And to a pleasant surprise, it (normally) works, and Tolys gets a nice surprise!

And Tolys is also sneaky, when they don’t want Matty to find out that they sing death metal. Kinda like Retsuko, from Aggretsuko

🍁: Ofc, when they started dating it brought sooooooo many changes! They started dating back in the y2k era, and they mostly communicated via those old social medias and chatrooms from the early 2000s, email, and would occasionally mail something to the other’s house address. They still often communicate via social media, chats, emails, and still sometimes mail something to the other. And they always video-call the other when they wake up and when they go to bed, to say good morning/good night. OFC we know Tolys does not sleep, but they still like to say goodnight to Matty.! Tolys needs sleep.

🔥: The time someone stole Tolys’ foot. Mfs stole their freaking foot. Can’t have #### in Detroit -_- /lhj

🏀: Tolys’ favorite is basketball, and Matty’s favorite is Hockey. Sometimes, they play something together, but Tolys always kicks ASS at basketball 😆 Matty can never win against Tolys in basketball. Not unless Tolys felt extra nice that day, and decided to let Matty win.