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All Blacks legend Sid Going remembered by team mate as a true Real Hero

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All Blacks legend Sid Going remembered by team mate as a true Real Hero

One of Sid Going’s teammates called the late man, who passed away on Friday at the age of 80, “a real hero.” A member of a well-known rugby family from Northland, Sid Going (Ngāpuhi, Ngāti Hine) represented the All Blacks in 86 games over the course of ten years in the 1960s and 1970s.

When Sir Bryan Williams initially observed As a kid going to work, Williams observed the halfback performing some “amazing things” for Northland and the All Blacks. “He turned into a Sid Going true hero for me, and two or three years later, I found myself playing with someone I genuinely looked up to—I was on the same All Blacks team as him.”

For over ten years, they continued to perform together after that. According to Sir Bryan, going was “lethal” on the field and would have excelled at any position. “He was an incredibly talented athlete, capable of running, throwing, tackling, kicking, and even reading the play. He just appeared to be able to make it to the try queue.

Long after their playing careers came to an end, the two remained friends off the pitch as well. Just two months ago, they were seen together in Paihia with their spouses, and Sir Bryan stated he will treasure the shot.

All Blacks legend Sid Going Dies

Sid Going was an impeccable gentleman. He was gentle, soft-spoken, and all around good-hearted man. As two of the first four rugby players from outside of New Zealand to represent the country on a tour of South Africa, the two made history together.As players who were referred to as “honorary whites,” a word Sir Bryan said was used to explain their involvement during apartheid, they were a member of the team that visited South Africa in 1970.

“It was historic because all Black teams before that had not included players from the Pacific or Māori.” According to Milton, the eldest son of Sid Going , the family has been spending special time together in the previous several days honouring a wonderful father, rugby player, and role model.

He claimed that the volume of letters he received from individuals in the community, the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and rugby revealed the example he established in many facets of his life. “We simply admire his accomplishments and his way of living.” According to Milton Going, his father was modest and frequently perplexed by the attention he received at gatherings when he was invited as the “main attraction.”

He was generally fairly timid, unaware of it, and perplexed as to why there was such a big deal. He responded, “That’s the kind of guy he was.” The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in the far north village of Maromaku, where Sid Going grew up, will host his burial on Monday. For Rugby News thedailyrugby

This past weekend, the rugby world in New Zealand grieved the death of renowned All Blacks scrum-half Sid Going, who was 80 years old.

Known by many as “Super Sid Going,” Going competed in 57 games for New Zealand between 1967 and 1977 in addition to 29 international contests. In Test matches, he scored 10 tries while serving as the team’s captain five times. Sid Going represented North Auckland, which is now known as Northland, in 110 games as well. His death was disclosed by the provincial union on Friday through.

All Blacks legend Sid Going died at age 80

Northland Rugby Union via X, formerly known as Twitter, said, “We acknowledge the passing of our province’s Sid Going with great sadness.” “Together, we will remember all that he has contributed to our game of rugby while also respectfully mourning his passing from Te Kao to Mahurangi, from our days in North Auckland and throughout the nation.”

Mark Robinson, the CEO of New Zealand Rugby, expressed his sadness after learning of Sid Going’s loss. One of the best halfbacks in All Blacks history, he was a dynamic player. He was very popular with the spectators since he took tremendous delight in representing New Zealand Maori and pulling on the All Blacks shirt. We offer our sympathies and affection to his family.

Sid Going was regarded as one of the greatest rugby players in New Zealand history. He became well-known as a genuine match-winner and gained admiration from people all around the world. He was extremely well-liked all around the world and had a fun style of play that demonstrated the rushing style of rugby that is so famous in New Zealand. Thanks to Sid Going and his brothers Ken and Brian’s 1970s Ranfurly Shield-winning efforts, the Going name became famous in Northland rugby history. Sid Going participated in 43 games for the province, and in 1974, Ken also became an All Black.Head coach of the All Blacks Scott Robertson said about Sid, “He was a special man and player in our game.” “His skill and enthusiasm lit up the pitch.

Sid Going won the Tom French Cup three times, played for the New Zealand Maori team for twelve years, and had success at both the provincial and international levels. 1978 saw Go go from playing first-class rugby to coaching Northland from 1993 to 1996. This weekend, news broke of the 80-year-old passing of iconic All Blacks scrum-half Sid Going, leaving New Zealand rugby in sadness.

Nicknamed “Super Sid,” Going played for New Zealand in 57 games and 29 internationals between 1967 and 1977. He led the team five times and scored 10 tries in Test matches. Additionally, Going participated in 110 games for North Auckland, which is now known as Northland. The provincial union shared the news of Going’s demise on social media on Friday.

“We acknowledge the passing of our province’s Sid Going with great sadness,” the Northland Rugby Union wrote in a statement on X, the defunct Twitter platform.

“Together, we will remember all that he has contributed to our game of rugby while also respectfully mourning his passing from Te Kao to Mahurangi, from our days in North Auckland and throughout the nation.” Leading the tributes was New Zealand Rugby CEO Mark Robinson, who expressed his deep sadness upon learning of Sid’s demise. He was one of the best halfbacks in All Blacks history and a dynamic player.He was very popular with the spectators since he took tremendous delight in representing New Zealand Māori and wearing the All Blacks shirt.

Going was considered one of the greatest rugby players in New Zealand history. He had a reputation as a true match-winner and was well-respected all throughout the world. The rising talent Sir John Kirwan thinks will address the All Blacks’ deficiency in “X-factor” He was a very well-liked player all over the world, and he had a fun running style of rugby, which has made New Zealand famous. Head coach of the All Blacks Scott Robertson said about Sid, “He was a special man and player in our game.” “His skill and enthusiasm lit up the pitch. It was his signature to light people’s hearts on fire. The Ranfurly Shield triumph cemented the Going name in Northland rugby legend. Read more about All Blacks legend Sid Going

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MIT Emerging Talent opens pathways for underserved global learners

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MIT Emerging Talent opens pathways for underserved global learners

Two ambitions drive Eric Tuyizere: advancing his technological skills and following his passion for entrepreneurship. In July 2023, when he discovered that MIT’s Emerging Talent program was launching the fifth cohort of its Certificate in Computer and Data Science, he applied right away. Seven months in, he says he has found even more than he dreamed of: community and support. This unexpected benefit has turned into a key motivation for Tuyizere as he combines work on the challenging curriculum with the demands of daily life.

“Apart from being my colleagues on the Emerging Talent program, we are friends,” says Tuyizere, a learner from Rwanda. “I really like the community.”

Tuyizere is one of 100 individuals in Emerging Talent’s current cohort, which launched in September 2023. Selected from more than 2,000 applicants, 85 percent of these learners are refugees, migrants, or have been impacted by forced displacement. They join the ranks of the more than 160 individuals who have already completed the program.

The program is the brainchild of Admir Masic, who became a teenage refugee in Croatia in 1992 after escaping from the horrors of war that was devastating his homeland in Bosnia and Herzegovina. Today, Masic is an associate professor of civil and environmental engineering and a faculty fellow in archaeological materials at MIT.

“I am overwhelmed with gratitude at having made it to MIT, a place that values innovation, science, and excellence, but also with a sense of responsibility,” Masic says. “There are millions of people forcibly displaced every year — for political, economic, social, or, more recently, climate change-related reasons. How can I do my part to support those who have come after me?”

Inspired by his life experience and conviction, Masic founded the MIT Refugee Action Hub (ReACT) in 2017, with the goal of developing global education programs for refugees and displaced communities. To date, ReACT has offered its Certificate in Computer and Data Science to five cohorts of talented learners across the globe, helping them grow academically, advance their skills, leverage their expertise, and access a professional career in the tech field. Together, the certificate and ReACT are now MIT Emerging Talent, a program that extends the reach and impact of MIT’s pioneering efforts to reach the most talented underserved learners. Part of the Abdul Latif Jameel World Education Lab at MIT Open Learning, Emerging Talent is expanding ReACT’s proven model of upskilling refugees to other underrepresented communities around the world including migrants, first-generation and low-income students, and historically excluded groups.

Hidden realities

According to the U.N. High Commission on Refugees, more than 110 million people were forcibly displaced worldwide as of May 2023. This number is equivalent to the population of the four largest states in the United States: California, Texas, Florida, and New York. It also marks the largest ever single-year increase propelled by ongoing wars, political instability, and civil conflicts. Learners in this year’s cohort come from 24 different countries, and are experiencing situations like war in Ukraine and Sudan, military persecution in Myanmar, dictatorship in Eritrea, and oppression by the Taliban in Afghanistan. Conflict-impacted learners from Ethiopia, Democratic Republic of Congo, Rwanda, and many other countries may each have their own unique story, but their shared experience of displacement drives their desire to build their skills and education in order to improve their situation.

“It’s like a cultural exchange, we share things like songs and dances — everything which is interesting to our own culture helps us to be more interactive,” says Tuyizere, citing in particular a dance taught to him by one of his peers from Ukraine.

Along with MIT’s trademark rigor and relevance, a key design principle for the program is adaptation to meet the unique needs of underrepresented talent and make them feel welcomed and part of a safe learning community. For Emerging Talent’s learners, adaptation is essential for enabling peer learning, capitalizing on multicultural perspectives to benefit all, and permitting appropriate flexibility for students who come from other education systems.

“Education has always been a challenge for women in Afghanistan,” says Somaia Zabihi, who joined the Emerging Talent team in 2023 as a computer science instructor. “Going to college for a girl used to be as strange as planning a trip to the moon. In past years, especially in big cities, some progress had been made, and girls could think about their dreams instead of being forced into marriage. Unfortunately, with the Taliban in power, things have gone backwards, taking us back even further.”

Zabihi previously worked as the dean of computer science faculty at the University of Herat in Afghanistan, but relocated with her family to Canada because of the ongoing situation in her home country. She is currently designing custom workshops on foundational skills, delivering recitation sessions, and holding office hours for the latest cohort of Emerging Talent learners.

Fostering opportunities

The Emerging Talent program exemplifies MIT Open Learning’s Agile Continuous Education (ACE) model. Advanced by leading educators and researchers at MIT, the ACE model is focused on providing education in a flexible, cost-effective, and time-efficient manner by combining rigorous online learning with at-work application of knowledge. In the case of the Certificate in Computer and Data Science, learners complete MIT courses on edX, and apply learned skills and gain real-life experiences through capstone projects or internships. This allows them to customize their path based on personal preferences. To augment these skills, Emerging Talent works with organizations such as Paper Airplanes for English training; the Global Mentorship Initiative and MENTEE for mentoring opportunities; Close the Gap, Give Internet, and Unconnected for device access; and Na’amal for employability skills training.

“Now that the learners have completed the required academic classes, they are honing their skills and interests through elective courses and group project work,” Megan Mitchell, associate director for Pathways for Talent, says of the current Emerging Talent cohort. “They will be actively pursuing job opportunities that will allow them to put to practice what they have learned and bring extensive value to the companies they join.”

From high school graduates to advanced degree seekers, Emerging Talent learners apply to the Certificate in Computer and Data Science for an opportunity. Over 70 percent of accepted learners have university degrees; yet 60 percent are unemployed, with forced geographic relocation, ongoing wars, overwhelming family responsibilities, and restrictive labor regulations to blame. The majority of those who are working are underemployed. Despite their varied situations, the program’s diverse learners soon discover a shared desire to transform their careers by acquiring new skills and experience to enhance their professional competencies and adaptability. All are looking for a way to develop their technical capabilities and contribute to society. As Kaung Hein Htet expressed in his application to Emerging Talent: “Because of the current political crisis in Myanmar, I cannot accomplish my passion and do my favorite things. I want to become a data scientist who can help people around the world.”

By looking beyond learners’ immediate circumstances, Emerging Talent ensures that every learner is given an equal opportunity to participate and benefit from being part of the community.

“I was seen for who I am, without proof or requirement to show my hard copy diploma evaluated by some other agency,” says Pavel Illin, an asylee from Russia currently living in the United States who completed the program in 2021. After graduating, Pavel began working at the New York City Mayor’s Office as a software engineer. “And the fact that I’ve been seen for just being there gives me hope that not everything is lost. It’s possible to succeed.”

The Emerging Talent team is sourcing experiential learning opportunities for its current cohort. If you want to help support or engage a learner, email [email protected].

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realcube · 3 years

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AQUARIUM DATE WITH IIDA

choose-a-date ♡ choose love! — 2k event ♡ @peachiileaf

tw: captive fishes, water & general aquarium stuff

instructions: for each decision you make, you will be given points. at the end, tally your points and click on the links at the end to view your results! everything in blue bold is a question for the reader

Iida’s gaze flickered between his wrist watch and the crowds of people passing through the entrance hall, lips instantly curling into a smile as he picked you out from the masses.

He took a moment to admire you from afar until he decided to approach you, gently tapping your shoulder once he was close enough, “Good morning.” He almost sung, breath hitching slightly in awe of your outfit, “You look amazing.”

Turning to look at him with a bright smile, you awkwardly rubbed your forearm, “Morning, and thank you! Though, I feel rather underdressed compared to you.” You tried to sounds as upbeat as possible, vaguely gesturing at his attire; straight trousers, a white shirt, a blue blazer and tie.

Iida reciprocated your sheepish grin, nodding while pointing at his tie, “Don’t worry, as I said, you look wonderful. I pondered wearing something more casual for today but not only did I want to make a good impression, I also found this tie and thought it was perfect for the occasion. What do you think?”

You giggled, inspecting the tie and noticing that it was dark blue with patterned outlines of little fishes.

> “I love it!” ♡ 3 points

> “It’s so cute!” ♡ 2 points

> “Very fitting.” ♡ 1 point

“I’m glad you think so.” He said, offering his hand while motioning to the first exhibit, “Shall we?”

“Yep.” You chirped, gently placing your hand upon his as he lead you towards the start. By poking your arm, Iida then brought your attention to the open map he was holding in his opposite hand, using his fingers — while still intertwined with yours — to point out each location in the aquarium.

“This place is quite large so I doubt we’ll be able to see it all in one day. Are there any exhibits you especially want to visit?”

> “The coral reef!” ♡ 3 points

> “The sharks!” ♡ 3 points

> “The penguins!” ♡ 2 points

> “The sea otters!” ♡ 2 points

> “Nope.” ♡ 1 point

“Alright.” Iida smiled, glancing at the map once more before folding it and slipping it back into his pocket, “The first exhibit should be the general tanks.” As he spoke, you both entered the vast room which was lined with many different tanks filled with varieties of fish from all over the world.

While you were admiring the surreal at atmosphere of the display, Iida was already checking out the first tank to his right and tapped your shoulder to bring you back to reality, “Would you look that,” He mused, observing the fish while reading out the information sign along with it, “ ‘The Atlantic Blue Marlin are located throughout the tropical and subtropical waters of the Atlantic Ocean. Fun fact: The average speed of the Blue Marlin is 50mph, however they can reach up to 110 mph.’ ”

After reading the card aloud, Iida spun around to face you, “Fascinating, right?”

> “Yep, it’s so cool!” ♡ 3 points

> “It kinda reminds me of you.” ♡ 2 points

> “Why is it built like that?” ♡ 1 point

Iida simply chuckled, about to inspect the next tank until a wave of panic seemingly washed over him, as he rapidly started patting his pockets in search of something.

Fortunately, his fright was short-lived as he pulled out a pair of tickets and showed them to you with a gleeful grin, “I almost forgot; before you arrived, I booked us tickets of the dolphin show. I’m not exactly sure what the dolphins do in said show, nonetheless I’m sure it’ll be entertaining.”

> “I think they perform tricks and stuff!” ♡ 3 points

> “Maybe they let the audience pet the dolphins?” ♡ 2 points

> “Stand-up comedy?” ♡ 1 point

“Well, I suppose we will just have to wait and see.” He said with a shrug.

You momentarily forgot that you were still holding his hand, which led to you stumbling over your feet slightly as he began guiding you to the room where the show was going to take place.

However, as the entrance to the hall came into view, Iida chose to let go of your hand in favour of holding you to his chest by the shoulders, since the room was bustling hence he had to keep you close so neither of you got lost.

Eventually, after ages of shuffling forward among dozens of parties trying to get in through a narrow doorway, you both finally managed to take your seats — front row, of course — as you waited for the show to begin.

“At last.” Iida breathed a sigh of relief, attempting to make himself comfortable in the wobbly plastic chair, though he quickly realised all his efforts would be futile. So instead of messing around with the chair, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, immediately opening the front camera, “While we are waiting, may I take a picture of us together?”

As soon as you nodded your head, Iida’s arm had already extended upwards with the camera, “Say cheese!” He grinned, and snapped several photos once you were posing too. Straight afterwards, you watched as he scrolled through the pictures, selected the best one to set it as his home-screen.

If it wasn’t for the announcement for the starting of the show, you and Iida probably would’ve spend another hour or so playing around with the filters. Thankfully though, after what felt like hours of waiting, the dolphins finally emerged dramatically from behind the stage.

As one may have predicted, the show mostly consisted of the dolphins performing tricks; like jumping through hoops, bouncing balls and dancing! It was truly an incredible sight. Plus, one even gave you a high-five! However, when it turned around to swim back to the stage, the splash it’s tail made was enough to soak both you and Iida.

Overall, it was a pretty enjoyable experience. Perhaps targeted more at couples with children but Iida didn’t really know what he was signing up for when he booked the tickets, so you couldn’t really blame him.

Eventually, the curtains fell and the dolphins went back to their enclosures, after successfully putting on a show and ruining your shoes in the process.

Iida promptly turned to look at you, his damp hair making you snicker slightly, “That was, definitely something. Did you like it?”

> “Yeah! But I think they should let the dolphins go.” ♡ 3 points

> “Yes, they were all so adorable!” ♡ 2 points

> “Yeah, those dolphins were so talented!” ♡ 1 point

Iida nodded in agreement, getting up from his chair to stretch while searching for the exit. This time, you were the one to escort him to it.

Apparently this exit led to a gift shop so you asked that he stay here while you quickly head to the bathroom to dry off your clothes.

With a single hum of acknowledgement, you were gone, leaving Iida to shop aimlessly for a gift to give you, just as a small token of love and a reminder of this date so that in a few years time, you could both reminisce on your fun times together.

TALLY YOUR POINTS

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#Iida Tenya #iida x reader #bnha iida #iida x y/n #bnha x reader #bnha x gender neutral reader #iida imagine #iida x gender neutral reader #💗choose love!#💗choose a date

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cornacopicimagines · 5 years

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after hours│t.h

pairing: professor!tom holland x reader

words: 6.9k (hehe nice)

warnings: swearing, PURE FILTH, sir kink, rough sex, masturbation (male & female), exhibition kink if you squint, spanking & sort of public sex.

summary: It's wrong, y/n tells herself. She can't help it though. She can't help fantasising about him. At the other end of the class, Tom tells himself to stop staring at her. It's creepy, he thinks. Neither one knows of the mutual pining that is until tension bubbles over.

a/n: I’m back bitches! I'm still a fucking sinner and this is such a cliche, I'm so so sorry

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y/n sat at the desk. Her eyes never left Mr. Holland. Her attention never left the way the veins in his arms bulged when he picked up the massive textbook, never left his perfectly gelled hair and how it sat atop his head like it was crafted to from the day he was born. Perhaps I should start typing the notes that were on the board, she scowled to herself.

She feels dirty, almost ashamed of her crush on him. She hates herself for falling into a stupid cliché that had been so easy to avoid all these tireless years. y/n doesn't know why she has gone back to a love-sick teenage girl fantasising about a boy who she'll never even get to touch. A boy that so out of her league, he wouldn't even had the faintest idea that she exists. That doesn't stop them though. y/n still finger fucks herself to an orgasm that no boy has been able to give her in her 24 years of life, all the while wishing it was his cock instead of her fingers. If Mr. Holland knew what she did to herself under the influence of him and his stupidly handsome face, he would be disgusted. This she knows for a fact.

This isn't what she thought she would be doing, in all honesty. She is a semester away from graduating and she never wanted to be stuck in a perpetual state of wanting someone so unattainable it's not uneasy, it's borderline unethical. She truly believed she would have ancient married professor that sound like their legs deep in their coffin. Instead she got a literal Greek God as her Psych professor.

She knows that she's not the only one of course. y/n has met 10 other girls in her class that probably write god awful poetry about Mr. Holland's liquid bronze eyes. She can't blame them, if she could write shitty poetry about him, she 100% would. y/n not angry either, she knows out of the 120 students (110 of whom are girls), are probably all in the same predicament. She sometimes gets dirty looks from them when Mr. Holland address her by her first name.

Perhaps that's something she should consider; he calls her y/n not Miss y/l/n or just simply Miss. It's different, it's endearing and when he has a raspy voice, it's so fucking hot.

"y/n," a voice called out, she shook herself out of her haze, "are you still with us?" Mr. Holland was no standing over her. His cologne surrounding her, intoxicating her. y/n gulped softly before turning her eyes to his.

"Yes, sorry sir," y/n replied quickly, trying her hardest not to stumble over her own words or even let the blush run to her cheeks.

Mr. Holland smiled warmly, "that's good, I need at least one of you listening," the class erupting in laughter, "I would prefer it to be one of the brightest." That though got them quiet. y/n sunk into her chair in embarrassment. The blush she had been fighting rose to the surface, making her even more adamant not to look up at him but alas she couldn't.

In that small fleeting moment, she caught something in his eyes. She couldn't define exactly what it was. Whatever it truly was, y/n knew teachers should not be looking at their students in such a way. It made her even more lightheaded with admiration.

The lesson continued on as normal for another hour. Mr. Holland described the outline for the next assignment, it seemed short and sweet. Write a 2-thousand-word essay on the effects of unintentional recreational drugs during early childhood. y/n had to laugh at the way Mr. Holland phrased it. It was as if he had never touch pot in his entire life, to be fair, y/n wouldn't be too surprised if he didn't. Most of the girls in his class groaned at the mere mention of actual work and not an hour and a half session of pure toe-curling orgasm material. Now that she thinks about it, that would be a wonderful way to spend her Wednesday mornings and Thursday afternoons.

Of course, y/n was in another word during the last minutes of the lesson. Unable to focus on anything other than the hint of a tattoo peeking through the underlining of his shirt. She was working so hard to distinguish what it was that she had completely missed the end of the lesson and the dozens of people walking out.

"y/n, what exactly are you doing?" Mr. Holland's voice asked above her. y/n almost jumped in her seat, but she stayed completely still. "This is the second time today, should I be worried?"

This though made her jump out of her seat. "No of course not sir!" She defended as she rushed to place her things away. "I was just off in wonderland today."

"Are you sure there is nothing distracting you?" He asked.

Yes.

"No," she replied hurriedly.

"You know you can tell me if something is," he reassured her.

Yes, of course. Let me just tell you about how you are distracting me by always wearing the hottest casual suits every lesson and giving me the wonderful fantasy of tearing it off you.

"I know that, it's just been my busy schedule," y/n lied through her teeth. She's a broke college student with hardly any friends or real other assignments. "I am just working really hard, you know?"

Yeah, working really hard to imagine you pounding me into next week!

With that last thought, y/n knew she needed to leave before she exploded with embarrassment and arousal right there in front of him.

"I just wanted to let you know that you are totally allowed to change the topic of the assignment if you feel like there is something that strikes a chord with you," Mr. Holland smiled brightly.

Fuck! Did he have to look so gorgeous even when he's trying to be dorky and supportive.

Mr. Holland noticed the shocked look upon y/n's face and immediately retracted his statement, "I promise I won't fail you, if that's what your thinking." He explained. "I really enjoy your work, you're a gifted woman with a real talent and I don't want to see it go to waste with my shitty assignment."

y/n turned her attitude around. He was stumbling over his words. It was kind of cute and endearing, like everything he does. She smiled warmly at his compliment.

"Sir," she spoke softly. It came out a lot mouseyer and somehow sexual than she would have liked but she refused to back out of her statement. "I can't wait."

She didn't say another word but simply slung her back over her shoulder and made her way out of the class. Tom followed her figure in complete and utter shock. He praised whatever god watched over him for the small mercy that was having y/n's back turned to him to witness his immediate blush cover his entire freckled face.

Tom never let his eyes leave her. He just watched her waltz right out of his classroom, he bit his lip at the sight of her perfectly cupped ass in her jeans. Through-out the entire lesson, all he could think about is how her tits would bounce as his dick thrusted up into her little cunt. Just the thought made his cock spring to life.

He stared up at the clock. He had to be in another lecture in 10 minutes, he had to teach another round of student without her pretty face in it in 10 bloody minutes. Sadly, it wasn't enough time to imagine cumming over her said face. He fidgeted until his painful erection was safely hidden.

God, you are such a fucking creep, Holland. He thought to himself.

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y/n really didn't want to be doing this.

She really didn't want to have to walk to the library in a mini skirt she had when she went through her cringy hoe phase and a low-cut tank top she only really wore to bed at 8 at night. Luckily before she left, her roommate gave her a full can of pepper spray and a pocketknife. A handle tool for when you looked like a prostitute.

She had no choice. It was laundry night and she had to get her assignment out of the way, or she would never finish it in time. She wanted to kick herself for letting laundry night fall on the only night the library stayed open until midnight. It was a perk for sure but not when you had nothing to wear but pink neon rags.

y/n pushed open the library door and relieved herself of the anxiety of being abducted by the greeting of Harry. He looked familiar but she couldn't pinpoint where she had seen his face before.

"What cha doing here?" he shouted. Quite contradictory for a librarian. y/n grinned when she saw his dorky face at the counter. That is until he caught wind of her outfit, or lack thereof. "Got a late shift at the strip-club after this?" Her face fell.

"I hate you," she played along, her arms slumping on the cold desk. y/n looked around the library. It was basically empty, with the exception of the middle-aged teacher grading a stack full of papers. Poor bastard, y/n thought. "Got one for me?"

"You're going to get me fired if I do this again," Harry huffed, he banged his head against the keyboard in frustration.

"This is the last time," y/n explained, "I pinkie promise." She lifted her hand over the counter and waved her pinkie finger in Harry's face. He stared up her than move his eyeline to her finger now just touching the tip of his nose. He groaned loudly as he took her finger in his.

"There is a ton of empty booths, choose one and don't make a sound," Harry told her angrily, y/n simply clapped her hands in celebration and skipped off. She chooses the booth in range of Harry, in hopes that maybe he will distracted her and she won't have to do her work because she's too busy goofing off.

y/n dropped her stuff in a huff. Her back slumped into the curve of the chair and the desk covered her body happily. She placed her earphones in and played her favourite study music. She was in absolute heaven.

The assignment was kicking her ass, but she was determined to do it. Mr. Holland seemed genuinely excited for what she would write about if she did decide to change the topic. Now though she's regretting not letting Mr. Holland's hopes down.

She could find hardly anything online and even if she did it was by some random SJW on Tumblr. That's what lead her here tonight. In hopes that maybe some privileged white asshole with a degree would have some sources sighted to help her. Unfortunately, she was having trouble with that too.

It was now 11:30pm. She had been at this god forsaken table for two and a half hours now in an endless pursuit of bullshit. y/n had half a mind to give up and just suck his dick for the grade like other girls would in this situation. y/n had to remind herself though, she is a gifted woman with a real talent that should not be wasted on something shitty to please the masses. Did she just quote Mr. Holland?

She caught eyes with Harry in her block, who had two pencils stuck up his nose in an attempt to cheer her up. It did for the most part. y/n wanted to play along but it had seemed someone else had walked through the door at that very moment and Harry threw the pencils out. Harry's face lit up with red upon the arrival of this mystery person. y/n was interested in who this mystery person was. That is until she saw his face.

Mr. Holland walked up to the library desk in a fit of laughter. His hands smacking the counter and his face contorted in a wide smile. y/n instantly ducked under the table. She could faintly hear their conversation. It just sounded like muffled words until her name popped up.

Jesus Christ. Not now. Not tonight. Why of all night to run into his must it have to be tonight. Maybe I should make a run for it now, bust out of the wind-

"I know you're under there y/n," Mr. Holland's voice sung above her. It was too late now. Any escape plan that her mind frantically tried to rationalise was long gone by this point. Slowly, y/n retreated from her hiding spot to face him. He had his normal outfit of a tight t-shirt paired with a decorative tie and slightly lose pants. This time though he had a long burgundy coat draped over his shoulders. He looked like a painting. y/n smiled sheepishly.

"Hi," she said simply. Regaining her seat from before and fully appearing in front of him. "I had no idea you would be here this late," she tried with conversation.

"Harry's my brother, I have to drive him home before leaving myself and he just wanted to work the late shift tonight," Tom laughed to himself and he turned around and waved at Harry. His brother waved back guiltily. "You know, I could say this same to you," he smirked at her.

"I am working on your assignment, sir," y/n responded quietly. Tom's eyes lit up at that and he rushed to snatch the papers off her desk and into his hands. Much to the disapproval of y/n.

"Oh good, you've decided to change it," Tom sounded almost relieved as if he trusted her judgement more than his own. Worse of it all, he decided to sit down next to her. Even taking off his coat, making his biceps bulge through his shirt. His eyes flicked through what she currently has. His eyebrows raised in shock, "I have to say, I was not expected you to decide to do something about the female orgasm and its effect on the psyche," his voice was an octave deeper than usual. y/n could feel her arousal building.

y/n couldn't decide if he was just being friendly or if he was trying to send a deeper message. Either way, she decided to take action. "Well, with the number of women being unsatisfied I thought it was an appropriate topic," she snatched the papers out of his hands, "but you wouldn't know anything about women being unsatisfied would you sir?"

Tom sat there in astonishment. His cock stiffened against the restraints of his jeans, he has only been in her vicinity for 5 minutes and already she has him hard as a rock. It was times like these that he wished he could just leave all his determination to fuck her over this very desk at the door. Regrettably, he couldn't.

"Well, that just ruins the surprise," y/n sighed delicately. Her fingers flicking through the pages of her useless book. "Either way, the resources are complete shit," this time her sadness was real, and Tom snapped out of his lust-ridden haze.

"Did you really expect a man to know mostly everything of something that is so cardinally female?" Tom smirked as he closed the book on her and pointed to the photo of a wrinkled old man. He was the author of a stupid book and to be fair, he looked like he would write this type of book as well.

"Damn, I knew I was doing something wrong," y/n hissed. She had been spending her entire night trying to piece together information from a man who can only give her half the story.

"The book on the top shelf is one on the chemical effects of orgasming in females by a female," Tom leaned in and whispered in her ear. His hot breath wafted of her skin; it was enough to send goose bumps over her entire body. y/n turned her head to face him, their lips inches away from each other. If they didn't have Harry watching them like a hawk, they probably would be out of breath from lip-locking. Instead, y/n nodded and got up out of her seat, making sure to give him a stunning view of her tits through her tank top. He wanted to audibly gasp but kept in inside. It didn't help with his situation downstairs any more than the last few minutes have.

Slowly, she walked over to the bookcase. Her eyes scanning the endless rows and she made sure Tom had enough time to enjoy the deep red thong underneath her skirt. Finally, her fingers coiled around the book and brought it down to her. Tom couldn't believe his own eyes. He was so under her spell. The way her top hugged her curved and let his eyes completely drink in her breasts. How her skirt was pulled up to her waist, allowing the flushed skin of her ass to be visible to him. He wonders how a woman like her even exists and yet she takes a seat next to him, absolutely unaware of his throbbing manhood. Begging to be touched by her, to be taken by her, by anything to do with her.

"Thank you, sir," she almost purrs to him, Tom's struggling to keep it together. He afraid the next thing to slip out of her flawless mouth, he'll cum straight into his pants when he would rather cum into her.

"Anytime," he responds just a dark before getting up. Hiding his clearly hard cock behind his briefcase. "I'll see you in class?" He already knows the answer, but he just wants the last bit of assurance from her.

"Of course," she smiled warmly. With that Tom basically books it, he's frantically making sure he's well-hidden as he quickly bends over the counter.

"I'll come back to pick you up in 30, I forgot some paper work back in my office," it's so fast, Harry almost doesn't have time to translate it before Tom's out the door and rushing down the hall.

At one point, he basically running to get to his office. Feet tapping against the concrete as he continues to see nothing but flashing images of y/n. It blurs his vision and he's so desperate. He considers using a spare supply closet but know he will only get complete privacy in his own office.

He finally gets there, after what seems like an eternity of running. He checks the hallways before entering. He drops all of his things at the foot of the door. He even has the decency to hang his coat upon the rack. Tom slowly walks over to his chair. It's a rough leather material and usually he would refuse to do what he's about to do in here, it will be stained with the memory but at this point. He got no fucks left to give.

He crashes down. His back hitting the material he hates so much. He doesn't think he's got time, but he still does it slowly. His belt drops next to his and he undoes the zip slowly and the cold air hits his dick. He hisses at the feeling but proceeds anyways. Tom pulls the rest of his jeans and boxers down his legs and kicks them across the room. His hand takes his dick, slowly rubbing the head. Imaging y/n's fingers dancing over it, spreading the precum over. He uses his palm to envision her own stroking up and down in an even motion. He can't help but moan. He can't help but softly call out her name.

He so entranced that he doesn't recognize the following light footsteps approaching. He's so into her non-existent touch that he doesn't hear the door peacefully squeak open. He's so in love with the feeling he doesn't feel y/n walk around the room to get on her knees in front of him.

She's in glory of his movements. Watching him stroke his much bigger cock than her masturbation version has her in a hurry to get her own panties off her body and across the floor. She's sure she's dripping onto the wood below but she does have single care in the world. Tom has his head thrown back in ecstasy as his hand starts to speed up, that's when y/n decides to go for the kill. She licks a long strip up his shaft. Her hands stabilizing him by placing them atop his bare thighs.

Tom almost jumps out of his chair. He had no idea she caught him in the middle of something so vile and wrong. Better yet, she had caught him with the tip of his dick around her perfectly glossed lips. He doesn't get to say another word before y/n's hands begin massaging the bottom of his manhood. It's slow to begin with, it's almost if she's easing him into it. Her cheeks hollow out to allow his length into her warm mouth. It's incredible. Tom can't help but buck his hips up into her throat causing her to gag slightly. It's a sound he wants more of.

His hands ball her hair into his fist. With the faster her movements become, the harder he fucks into her mouth. They sync up almost instantly. One of y/n's hands leave his cock to fuck herself. Tom's mesmerised by the way her fingers act as a replacement for his dick. He's certain he's not going to last much longer.

"I should be d-doing that," he whispers through grunts. y/n lifts her head to smile at him, still letting her free hand jerk and pull bringing him closer the edge.

"I know," she responds, just as quiet. Her mouth reconnects but Tom quickly snaps his hips up into her. Her muffled moaning vibrated against his cock as he fucks her mouth. It's the hottest thing he's ever done. He tugs and pulls at her hair, y/n's edging him on. She's exquisite, it's like she's mastered this and has allowed him to chance to feel how fucking beautiful her little mouth can be.

Like it's effortless, he comes. Without any warning, he is shooting hot stream of cum into her mouth, filling it up. Tom swears he's seeing stars but can't bring him to call out her name but instead bites down on his hand so hard he's afraid he's drawn blood.

y/n releases him from her mouth and is from an actual porn Tom spent his teenage years watching, his cum leaks from her lips and falls down on the curves of her tits. It's a sight he was to remember forever. He wants to grab his phone and click so he will get to look at her covered in his cum for the rest of his life but alas, he's still regaining his bearings.

"Tastes better than I would have expected," y/n giggles as she brings the liquid back up to her lips and swallows. There is no way this woman gets better; he thinks to himself.

"Sweetheart-," he begins but she beats him to it, her gets back on her feet and plants a sweet kiss upon his lips. He can taste himself on her lips, it's addictive.

"I wanted this," it's almost as if she read his mind. He doesn't respond but he simply looks at her, his hand coming up to twirl a strand of hair that has fallen in front of her face.

y/n pulls away from him, walking over the pile of discarded clothes and bend to pick up her soaked underwear. She gives Tom a look, he's so close he can smell her juices from his seat. Her pussy look like a paradise waiting to be exploded by him, but he keeps his hands to himself. y/n paced herself over to the coat hanger, her folded panties in hand. She places them in the left pocket with a devilish smile upon her face. Tom had now place their rest of his clothes back on and had joined her.

"I'll get them back next lesson," y/n grins. Tom nods quickly, their feet fumbling under her back hits his office door. She's trapped in between him, he smells of pure sex but she's committed to her idea. He bends down to capture her lips in his with a forceful kiss. It's hungry and needy. She wants it so badly to give but she pulls away. "My roommate is waiting for me outside."

"We'll finish this," Tom whispers as he opens the door for her. It sends shivers down y/n's spine. It's not a promise, it's an order.

She grabs the rest of her things and heads off. Almost in a sick turn of events, Tom watches her bare ass strut away from him. Just like the last lesson, except this time all he can do is imagine him face fucking her. It's a beautiful sight.

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The three days leading up to class where probably the slowest 72 hours both of them had ever experienced. A constant detail of pleasure from the night before. So when the fated day arrived, both parties didn't know what to do. Tom debated just staying home, though he couldn't deny he so desperately want just another taste. He thought, if he didn't show up, all his guilty conscience of a student giving him the best head he's ever had in his life would simply disappear and he would go back to being a normal teacher. y/n, too, thought of skipping this class for a completely different reason. Perhaps she had got a surge of confidence after hearing her professor call out her name while he touched himself or it could just be the pure scandalous nature of it all. Either way, she wanted to stay cooped up with a blanket while she watched him unravelled. No matter the psyche from the both of them, they went.

y/n stood outside the classroom for a good 20 minutes, unsure of what she should do. Should she go in now and fuck him in the small window or wait and play with his emotions? She hadn't realised how fast the time had went until she saw other student's start entering. It was now or never and unfortunately it was going to be now.

The room was smaller than y/n remember when she stepped in. It seemed more wide the last time she came in here. Of course, the last time she came in her, she hadn't sucked Mr. Holland's cock.

Her eyes landed on him in a matter of seconds. His back was turned to her as he wrote on the massive blackboard in front of him. y/n could see his muscles flex as he tried to reach for the duster above the board. She bit her lip as she thought of her nails digging into his back as he fucked her. It was a fantasy she had to push to the side.

Tom could practically smell her once she walked in. It was her normal perfume that had been intensified 10 fold. He refuses to turn around, afraid that if he did all his good heart nature would go out the window. Tom could hear the faint clinking of the heels of her shoes walk up the stairs. He so desperately wanted them to come right back down.

"Okay, as you know, you're assignment is due in 2 weeks and this is going to be the only time I will answer your questions," Tom's voice boomed. He hadn't got a lot of sleep since that night and he didn't particularly want to do this but he considered himself a kind professor, so he had too.

He turned around and saw the entire class' hands go straight up in the air. Including y/n, though hers was a little lower. Her eyebrow raised and a small smirk painted on her lips. There was no way in hell he was answer whatever question came out of those pretty lips. She looked even more exquisite than when he last saw her. A tight t-shit that had a stained 50's logo on it and a pair of tight black jeans, he knew as soon as he spoke to her, he would loose all control on himself.

So he never did, constantly dodging her. Answering every single question, even if half of them were if he was married or worse if he was free Friday night. He will admit, seeing y/n get frustrated every time he passed her to talk to another young female student made him just that tad bit excited.

It was an hour and a half of pure tension. Sure, no one else in the class could feel it but they 100% could. She never felt more out of control and for some reason, she despised it. He kept ignoring her, kept refusing her, kept defying her. It was infuriating, that she wanted to take fate by the hair.

She waited, until every single soul had walked out of the door. She waited until the last gaggle of girls had finished their blabbering to Tom before she starting to strut down the stairs. Tom refused to meet her eyes even when he knew that's all she did. Glare at him as she stomped past him desk to the classroom door. He heard it lock.

"I wanted to ask you a question," she almost spat, "sir."

Tom straightened himself before swivelled around to meet her. She was so livid with him but he knew deep down that all she wanted from him was to have the white chalk from the board rubbed up her back from him pinning her down.

"Fire away," he responded exactly the same. She stared at him for a moment before strolling towards him. She made sure to swing her hips every other time. She noticed his eyes on her, finally she was getting somewhere.

y/n pressed her chest upon his heaving one. Her face lifting to meet his. They stayed like that for a good minute, just pondering. They listened to each other's heats thumping against their rib cages. They both desperately needed this.

Never taking her eyes off him, y/n snaked her hand around the side of pocket of her coat, smiling once she found what she left. Her soaked red thong, it was a sight for sore eyes.

"I wanted to ask if I was every going to get payback?" she giggled softly. Tom knew she was playing a game but he had no idea which one it was.

"I don't think I understand," he stammered, she strutted away from him until she met the edge of his stainless desk. Her fingers gliding over the wood ever so slightly. She turned her head to look at him. She had a rawness in her eyes; lustful, a sinner's stare. It would be a look Tom was never forget for the rest of his life.

y/n suddenly jumped on the desk. Her ass moving the papers to the side as she slowly started to unbutton her tight jeans. "I think you do," it was almost a hiss but he only heard the desperation in her voice. "I want you to make me feel all the things you did that night."

Tom almost fainted just with that until she dropped her jeans the floor. She had come to class without any underwear on and her wetness was dripping onto the desk. Tom was sure was in heaven but he didn't want to believe it.

He got on his knees. His hands palming at her soft thighs. Tom didn't need another incentive, he didn't need another spur-on. Tom licked a single strip up her folds, y/n bit a moan back. It was like tasting ambrosia or doing cocaine for the first time. He needed more, so he went back in again, this time it was rougher. His fingers gripping at her ass, pulling her closer to his mouth as he devoured as if he hadn't eaten in weeks. Her hands tangle themselves in his floppy curls, she tugs harshly on his scalp as he adds a finger into her warm entrance.

Tom's never felt like this before but he doesn't care. He's sure people can hear her soft but frantic moaning from outside, but he doesn't care. He'll never look at his desk the same way but like everything else, he doesn't fucking care. Tom curls his fingers in the perfect spot inside of her.

"Just like that," y/n calls out, her hair now sprawled out on the desk. "I'm going to cum sir."

Tom feels her walls contract around his fingers as he pulsing faster, her back arches and she trying so hard to force her cries back into her throat. It's a sight he wants to from above, it's a feeling he wants to feel inside of her. So, at the last minute, he retracts everything. His tongue leaves her throbbing clit and his finger, which are glistening with her slick, slid out of her.

y/n can't hold back to whine that leaves her left from the loss of his god-like tongue and fingers. "What the fuck Tom?!" she's angry with him, she wants to tell him off but before she can do it. One of his hands captures her wrist and slams them against the desk below her, pinning her to it. She whimpers at the sting of pain.

He's right above her but she can't see a single thing below her. "Look at me," he tells her sternly, she does what's she is told instantly. "You can't talk to me like that sweetness," y/n knows there is a venom behind his words even if she speaks in a melody. "I'm not your fucking boyfriend, you don't call me that."

Without any warning at all, he pounds right up into her. y/n almost spasms out of Tom's grip from the wave of pleasure. Tom doesn't move at all, he stays nuzzled inside her. It's agonising, almost painful for y/n. Having his perfect cock not jamming into her tight cunt. It's torture.

"You understand that?" he peppers kissed against the nape of her neck, she's about to cry out, she'll do anything. She nods her head frantically, hoping it's enough. It isn't. He keeps his hips locked tightly against hers. "Words, sweetness."

"Yes," she responds. She can feel him frown against her skin. He pulls right out of her and rams right back in, causing y/n to scream out in pleasure. "Y-yes sir," she corrects herself and with that, Tom starts a pace. It's slow and tantalising, he watches amazed at how her pretty folds swallow him up with every thrust. It's magnificent.

He wants to savour this moment forever. He wants to fuck her brains out for every waking moment of his existence.

"Sir, go harder," she moans below him. Her wrists bruised from his gripped, but the pain just only contributes in her overwhelming amount of pleasure. His thick cock is so much better than her fingers, no matter how many she adds.

Tom obliges and starts to really pound into her cunt. It's raw and ruthless, he's calling out her name now. "Fuck sweetness, you so bloody tight," he purrs, y/n can't respond through her chant of curses. "You're little cunt was made for me, it was made for me to stretch it out."

The dirty talk elevates her, y/n's not sure how much longer she'll last. His filling ever last inch of her. She can feel her tits bounce every time their skin collides. Her wrists are finally let free as he begins to clutch at her naked hips. It's an experience she's never felt. The sound of skin slapping and their combined gasping and cursing are the only thing she can perceive to hear. If there was a knock at the door, y/n knows she would have no idea about it.

Perhaps, it's the pure excitement and morality of this whole situation that makes them both feel like they're on cloud nine. Her arms snake around his waist, her hands move with every rough thrust into her. She's gripping onto his back through the material of his tight shirt. Her nails clasping on the contracting muscles. She would have left his back red and sore if he didn't have the damned t-shirt on to protect him.

"Fuck," she curses as he started to hit an area inside of her, she never knew existed. "Just like that sir, I am going to cum," she moans, her forehead against his. They lock eyes again, this time though there is no linger feeling of want or romance. It's just sex. Dirty, hot, intense fucking.

She's the first to come undone. The fire now transformed into a raging wildfire spreading across her entire abdomen. y/n throws her head back in ecstasy, her whole vision goes black and she has to bit down against her hand to stop and inevitable pornographic scream to jump out of her mouth. Her other hand clutches his neck, pulling him closer to her.

Tom follows shortly after, his thrusts become sloppy and erratic but never easing up. His cock twitches inside of her before he shots the hot white liquid all inside of her cunt. He pressed his lips against her as his attempt to stop his moan as well but he continues to call out her angelic name against her lips. Once, Tom pulls out of her, he watches in awe. The mixture leaks out of her hole and then pools on his desk. He's so in love with this woman it hurts.

"I have never cum that hard in my entire fucking life," she giggles, pulling her top down her flushed tits. As he too, starts to redress himself, he simply stares at her. Watches her retrieve her jeans from the floor and slip them up her bare ass. He spots her shove her panties back into his back pocket, not before she scribbles something down on a torn piece of paper.

"What are you doing?" he asked gently, wrapping his arms around her waist. She nuzzles her face in the crook of her.

"I'm giving you a reason to come make me dinner and then fuck me again," she explains, "I put my address in there, so hopefully you can't get lost."

"You sure about this," Tom asked hesitantly, y/n now swivelled around to face him. Her warm palm caressed his face.

"I wouldn't have just done that if I wasn't," she places a soft, tender kiss to his cheek. "Make it a Thursday though, my roommate will be out on those nights," she told him as he grabbed the last of her things and unlocked the door. Tom grins warmly as she makes herself presentable for the last time. "I would clean that up if I were you," y/n laughed, pointing at the obvious mess all over his desk before quickly exiting.

As she wobbled back to her dorm, she wondered what article of clothing she should leave out on their next escapade.

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a/n: this is gonna flop, i just fuckin know it 🥴 anways i hope you enjoyed my fic that has ended my hiatus. see you (hopefully) soon 🥺

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Her full profile is finally here! Seven pages of information! I may have gone down the rabbit hole just a tiny bit!

St. Cecilia Jameson

Gender: Cis female

Status: Alive

Occupation: Singer for British rock band Stiletto ("Like the knife or like the shoe?" "Yes.")

Family: Elizabeth Robinson, née Wallis (Mother), Bryony Robinson (Older half-sister), Esme Robinson, née Davies (Grandmother, deceased), Herakles Zafeiriou (Biological father, though she's never met him), Evander Zafeiriou (Older half-brother, who she's also never met, though they've exchanged family photos and stories via email)

Voiced by: Florence Pugh (Speaking), Lzzy Hale (Singing)

Age: A few months younger than Pickles

Date of birth: December 15 (Sagittarius)

Place of birth: Oxford, England

Birth name: Felicity Robinson (Initially, only Sammy knows this, though the rest of SnB learns it at Esme's funeral)

Nicknames: Ceelie (By Pickles and Sammy, mostly, though the Dethklok boys pick it up eventually), Star (By Magnus), princess (By Skwisgaar)

Ethnicity: Half English, half Greek (Though she's unaware of the latter for most of her life)

Height: Five-foot-one

Sexuality: Bisexual

Relationship status: It's complicated. It's always complicated. She's unlucky in love.

Current location: London, England

Appearance: St. Cecilia is a petite woman (She's half a head shorter than Pickles!) with golden skin and long white-blonde hair, which she wears in a high ponytail. She has thick, dark brows and bright brown eyes (Skwisgaar says she has "wolf eyes"). She has three white marigolds tattooed on each shoulder, a labret piercing, and a vertical collarbone piercing at the hollow of her throat. Her ears are pierced three times each, in which she wears two silver hoops and a silver stud on each side, and she has a small black star beneath each eye. She has a Christina piercing, nipple piercings, and a belly button piercing. She has a No Time For Antivenom tattoo on her sternum, and a European robin tattoo at the back of her neck. Along her spine, she has a tattoo reading "to thine own self be true." She has a shitty stick-and-poke crown tattooed behind her right ear. She has a pear body type, with wide hips, a small chest, and an even smaller waist (Nathan can encircle her waist with his hands). She typically wears a black muscle shirt, ripped dark jeans, heavy boots, black driving gloves, and a studded black leather collar with a D-ring at the front. She also wears a Gibson pearl guitar pick on a necklace, which was given to her by Pickles when they first started dating in the 80s. She wears a silver cuff on each ear, and her tongue is pierced with a simple silver stud.

During flashbacks to the Snakes N' Barrels era, she's shown with darker blonde hair cut in a mullet style, and only her labret and ear piercings, plus one on the right side of her nose. She wears a cropped white tank, with high-waisted jeans and black Converse sneakers. She wears mismatched armbands, one black, one striped, and the same collar she wears in the present.

Her more casual look consists of a black button-up shirt with the sleeves pushed up, which she wears tucked into a pair of leather pants. She wears pumps instead of boots, and her hair is twisted up in a clip. She keeps her collar, but doesn't wear the pick necklace or her ear cuff, and she switches her hoop earrings for studs. She doesn't apply her stars.

For fancier occasions, she wears a black dress with spaghetti straps and a very short, flared skirt, black opera gloves and black strap pumps. She, as always, wears her collar with it, and she pulls her hair into a high bun.

Personality: St. Cecilia is cocky, witty, and teasing, but ultimately good-natured. She's a bit selfish and stubborn, but she does everything with 110% effort, hoping to impress people, even if she winds up getting hurt in the process. She'll do literally anything for validation. To say she's vain would be an understatement. She's something of a coquette who flirts with both men and women, and is she has a tendency to "think with her dick," as Tony once put it. She's slow to anger, but quick to jealousy, and she holds grudges for far too long. She's the playful type, but it's largely in a chill way. She's an obvious extrovert, and the role as frontman for Stiletto came very naturally.

Skills & Hobbies: St. Cecilia writes good poetry, great song lyrics, and terrible erotica. She likes plants and is quite the chess player (Though she hasn't managed to beat Charles even once), which she learned during her school days. She also learned to fence, ride horses, and speak fluent Latin there.

Musical Talents: She's a classically trained singer (When she was little, she was part of her church's choir), and she writes most of the song lyrics and some of the music for her band, Stiletto. In Snakes N' Barrels, she played lead guitar on a white Jackson Pro Series Rhoads RR3, but during their reunion concert, she plays a more modern Gibson Explorer '76 Reissue 2010 Cherry. She took piano lessons for several years as a child, and she's still pretty good. Nothing outstanding, but if Stiletto needs to incorporate a piano into a song, she's perfectly capable of playing it herself.

Relationships:

-Pickles the Drummer: Their relationship is a complicated one. They've known each other for ages, and they've been together through the highest highs and the lowest lows, all the way down to rock bottom. She partially blames him for her late teens and early twenties being the fiasco they were, and she cut off contact with him for a long time after the SnB breakup. During the run of the show itself, the two reconcile somewhat and even become more or less friends before Abigail shows up and things start to crumble again. They have a hard time admitting it, but there's love between them, and there has been for a long time. They're both afraid to try getting together again, though, as there's a mutual fear of the relationship ending as it did the first time, with them hating each other again. They're back together at the end of Doomstar, but there's no way of telling if the love between them is enough to keep them together or if they'll just fall apart all over again.

-Magnus Hammersmith: They were more off-and-on than anything, but they were together for years, even though quite a bit of it was long-distance. It wasn't supposed to be a serious thing. It was just supposed to be a quick fuck. Then it was supposed to be a performance to annoy Pickles, but Magnus quickly realized that St. Cecilia's feelings for Pickles were too strong for her to be any use to him in his revenge plot. The basis of their bond formed because they understood each other on a level they've never known with anyone else: Former Snakes N' Barrels guitarist St. Cecilia Jameson and former Dethklok guitarist Magus Hammersmith both understand on a fundamental level what it's like to be left behind and forgotten. Magnus caught a bit of feelings, and when Roy Cornickelson's funeral came around, Magnus warned St. Cecilia not to attend. It was their last interaction, and it forever cast him in a positive light for her, even after she learned what he was doing with the Metal Masked Assassin.

-Nathan Explosion: They get along pretty well. Their first meeting was at a singers-only Crystal Mountain party, and they ended the evening with a quickie in the coatroom. He wrote a song about the encounter, but Pickles never figured out that it was about St. Cecilia, which Nathan thinks is just the funniest thing. He mostly sees St. Cecilia as one of the guys once she meets with Dethklok again for the SnB reunion. It's a "been there, done that" kind of deal. She's not brutal, but she's funny and she's fun, and goddamn, is she pretty, and they would absolutely hang out if they could get their schedules to line up.

-Skwisgaar Skwigelf: St. Cecilia is nothing short of enchanted by Skwisgaar. It's not a crush, exactly, but she has a huge amount of admiration for him. They've practiced together a time or two, but she's a little rusty and winds up with her fingers bleeding because her calluses have gone soft. He tends to tease her over her soft hands. A guitar god, he tells her, can't have hands like a princess. His calling her “princess” becomes a bit of a thing for them. The two of them often have brunch together, talking shit and drinking. She's good for him; He's never had a female friend before.

-Toki Wartooth: Within the series itself, St. Cecilia hasn't given Toki much thought. He's cute, but he's just sorta there. His incident during the SOBERTOWN USA concert really scared her, and she more or less avoids him after that. Post-DSR, though, their relationship changes. He, like her, was hurt by Magnus, and even with him dead, Toki misses him terribly. St. Cecilia misses him, too. As sad as it is, this becomes their common ground. Their other connection, odd as it sounds, is pole dancing. St. Cecilia does it for exercise, and Toki did it for money, and they often compete to see who's better on the pole.

-William Murderface: St. Cecilia actually has a begrudging fondness for Murderface. He's awful, but he's also pretty funny, and she likes to hear him talk about knives and medieval weaponry, as her family home is full of such things. They clash over things, of course, but she likes being around him more often than not.

-Charles Offdensen: St. Cecilia really likes Charles, actually. He's basically the only person on the show who's really "on her level" class-wise. He attended Harvard, and she attended Oxford, so they have a great deal to talk about. They play a lot of chess and fence on occasion, and if it weren't for her feelings for Pickles and his obligation to the Church, they just might have gotten together.

-Dick Knubbler: They're friends, in a way. She thinks he's kind of a weirdo, but he knows how to have a good time, so as long as he isn't hitting on her, she likes being around him.

-Abigail Remeltincdrinc: They became friends mostly due to the fact that they were both women in the music industry (And both working for Crystal Mountain) and supporting each other seemed the right thing to do. Abigail getting involved with Dethklok and catching Pickles's attention quickly became a sore spot, and they drifted apart after that. After DSR, things got even worse. Abigail, naturally, is glad that Magnus is gone, while St. Cecilia is devastated by the loss. They had something of a falling-out over it, and they haven't really spoken since.

-Edgar Jomfru: Despite being very different people, St. Cecilia really enjoys Edgar's company. He merely tolerates her at first, but she grows on him, to the point where they're legitimately friends come Doomstar. The two of them often have lunch together on the roof of Mordhaus so they can get some fresh air.

-Family: St. Cecilia's family consists of her mother, Elizabeth, her older sister, Bryony, and her now-deceased grandmother, Esme. St. Cecilia has a very formal, cold relationship with her mother, and she has no desire to change that. As far as she's concerned, her mother doesn't deserve to have a good relationship with her. St. Cecilia adores Bryony, though. Though Elizabeth brags about her, Bryony remains modest and is very close with her sister because of it. Though there's seven years between them, they may as well be twins. Esme, who passed away in 1993, was more of a mother to St. Cecilia than Elizabeth ever was, and St. Cecilia still misses her terribly. She was a big part of getting SnB off the ground, and the boys even came to her funeral.

-Snakes N' Barrels: St. Cecilia adores all the boys, of course, but Sammy is the only one she really kept in touch with after the breakup. He was her favorite long before Pickles joined. There was a pregnancy scare not long after the band took off that somehow, against all odds, brought the two of them even closer. Sammy was St. Cecilia's first love. Her relationships with Tony and Snazz were much more professional, though none of them were anywhere near professional. The crown tattoo behind her right ear was done by Tony on a drunken night in, and it was too good a night for her to even consider covering it or getting it removed.

-Stiletto: She gets along with them all quite well! She's known Niamh McLoughlin, their bassist, the longest, and their friendship dates back to their school days. Lex Clarke and Priyanka Dayal, the drummer and the guitarist respectively, came as a package deal, as they've been more or less married for years. St. Cecilia adores them and the sweetness of their relationship. She's a little envious of them, actually, though she would never say so.

History:

-Childhood: St. Cecilia was born in Oxford, England to Elizabeth Robinson. She was raised more or less at her family's girls-only boarding school, away from her mother. When she was fourteen, she fell off a horse during an equestrian class and badly injured her shoulder. She was one of the popular girls during her school days, up until she hit fifteen and decided that she was no longer a child and had a right to demand respect from her emotionally distant mother. She quit the piano lessons she had been taking for several years and took up the guitar, though it aggravated her injured shoulder and even as a teen, she developed a dependence on painkillers. This rebellious period stretched until she was sixteen and ran away with the help of her grandmother. St. Cecilia was given her name just before she left, so it would be easier for her to hide, as well as a hefty sum to tide her over until she could get herself settled. She was only in LA for a few weeks before she met Sammy at a bar where the SnB prototype band was playing. Naturally, Snazz and Tony weren't thrilled with the idea of Sammy's kinda-sorta-girlfriend trying to become their lead guitarist, and when Snazz disparagingly referred to St. Cecilia as Yoko, she broke his nose (How could he have not expected violence when a Beatles-loving British girl was called such a horrible thing?). This earned their respect and is an event that they laugh about to this day.

-Snakes n' Barrels era: St. Cecilia stuck with the band for several months before they found Pickles, and she was smitten with him the moment she heard him sing. Esme was an important source of financial support during their formative years. The band made it big after not too long, and they all grew quite close. St. Cecilia ended up in an ill-fated off-and-on relationship with Pickles as time went on, and to this day she doesn't remember the first time she told him she loved him. It wasn't long after his first OD and his following stint in rehab that she told him, and they were both drunk in celebration of his release. His tolerance, even post-rehab, was far higher than hers, though, and he remembers, though he sometimes hates that he does. Though there was genuine love between them, the stress of the band and both of their substance abuse problems drove a wedge between not only the couple, but also the entire band. Coupled with Pickles fucking groupies behind St. Cecilia's back and St. Cecilia's becoming a rather serious Vicodin addict to combat the pain in her injured shoulder, the band was doomed. Pickles came to see St. Cecilia off on her flight back to England, saying he would meet her there when his next residuals check came in, but he never made it, and they didn't speak to each other for years afterward. It hurt, but St. Cecilia supposed it was for the best. A clean break, and all that.

-Preklok: After SnB broke up, St. Cecilia returned to Oxford, staying with Bryony in their mother's guest house as she tried to figure out her next move. Despite her gift for writing lyrics, she had no talent for writing books, and that idea quickly went down the drain. She still received a large amount of money in residuals, but she was reduced to a mere socialite, though it mostly agreed with her. At her mother's insistence, she attended a few classes at Oxford University. She absolutely loved it. In 1992, Esme passed away. St. Cecilia only told Sammy about it, but he took the initiative and brought Pickles, Tony and Snazz with him to the funeral. St. Cecilia was initially pissed, but she really appreciated the support. That was the only time she saw Pickles between SnB's breakup and their reunion concert. He was devastated when her parting words to him were "I love you with everything I am, but I never wanna see you again." In the mid-90s, she posed for an issue of Playboy, and Pickles has a copy of the issue tucked away somewhere. It wasn't until 1998, when she moved to a little flat in London, that St. Cecilia reunited with her school friend Niamh and the idea of Stiletto came about. They found Priyanka and Lex at an open mic night at one of the local clubs, and they hit it off, both as friends and as bandmates. They played at many clubs and pubs, and they were soon found by a scout at another open mic night. They signed with the UK branch of Crystal Mountain Records and were assigned the surly but efficient Melinda Glasscock as their manager, and within three years, Stiletto was huge, due in part to St. Cecilia's residual fame from Snakes N' Barrels. Their first tour was through Europe, but the second came to America, where St. Cecilia met Magnus in a bar post-show. They got on really well, and she invited him to her hotel room for the night. They exchanged numbers and got quite close over time, with her even flying him out to London from time to time so they could hang out. Magnus knew who she was from the start, and while he planned to use her feelings for Pickles to get her on his side, that soon faded and he came to genuinely like her. She wouldn't learn who he was until later on. A few years before canon, she had a quickie with Nathan in a coat room at a singers-only part at Crystal Mountain records, and he used the fact that she couldn't fit her mouth around his dick as inspiration for Dethklok's infamous song "Glasgow Smile."

-Season 1:

-St. Cecilia's first mention within the confines of canon is during Performance Klok, when Pickles mentions he hasn't been in a serious relationship since the '80s despite the fact that he would certainly thrive under such attention.

-She first appears in Snakes N' Barrels, during the documentary the Dethklok is watching. The guys are a little critical when they (Save Nathan, who's known for a long time) learn that part of SnB's downfall was due to Pickles's failed relationship with St. Cecilia. There's some comedic nonsense talk about fucking one's guitarist before Pickles goes to speak with Charles. Though St. Cecilia is working on an album with Stiletto when she's asked to go the reunion, she manages to push through and finish in time, though she arrives nearly late. She finds Pickles backstage, and when he sweeps in to kiss her, she pulls away a bit, saying they can't do this, as she's spoken for. She lets him hold her close, though. The rest of Dethklok finds them like that, and St. Cecilia excuses herself to go find Sammy, Tony and Snazz. There's some talk about Pickles not leaving Dethklok, which he says he won't, but they're rather worried after catching him with St. Cecilia in his arms. Meanwhile, she manages to find the boys, and they meet with Pickles backstage. While the boys partake of the Totally Awesome Sweet Alabama Liquid Snake, St. Cecilia doesn't, as she once humiliated herself by passing out on stage and doesn't wish to repeat the incident. She presses a kiss to Pickles's palm before they go on stage, an old ritual that they were never able to shake. What happens is far worse than someone just passing out, and she and Pickles leave the stage amidst the chaos while the medical Klokateers take care of the boys and see them off to the hospital. It's a disaster. She's embarrassed and angry, and she turns down Pickles's offer of a ride home and calls someone instead, as she didn't get her money converted and can't pay for a cab. This someone turns out to be the man who's claimed her, Magnus, and Pickles is none too happy about it. He tries to stop her from going with him, but it doesn't work.

-She isn't seen in Dethkids, but she is mentioned. When Pickles starts drinking harder than usual, he finally gives in to the urge to call her, to talk about how Sammy and Snazz and Tony are doing, and to tell her that she should steer clear of Magnus. He's so drunk, though, that she barely has even an idea of what he's talking about.

-Offscreen, but somewhere between the two SnB episodes, Magnus and St. Cecilia abruptly break up. She has a feeling something was going on with him, but his sudden disappearance really hurt her. They had been together off and on for years, after all. A few weeks before he left, he bought her a little pink knife and showed her how to use it, just in case he wasn't around to protect her. When he left, he left his guitar behind, and she still has it as of Doomstar.

-Season 2:

-She's mentioned by Seth in Dethwedding, though only as "that British chick" he thought Pickles would eventually have married. Pickles nearly decks him for even mentioning her.

-St. Cecilia's next appearance is in Snakes N' Barrels II. In part one, during the advertisement for the SOBERTOWN USA concert, she's missing from the band lineup, and Pickles is both relieved and a little concerned by her absence.

-In SnB II part two, Nathan, Skwisgaar and Toki find her among the crowd at the SOBERTOWN USA concert. Nathan asks if she wasn't invited to play, but she says that she was: She just didn't think it was right to play without Pickles. Realizing that Pickles is sneaking around backstage, she leaves to go find him and try to keep him from doing something he'll regret. She only finds him just as Tony, Snazz and Sammy start freaking out, and she only just manages to keep Pickles from killing Rikki Kixx, though she honestly doesn't mind the thought of him dead. She pulls Pickles away from the stage, where he calls the Klokateers to take care of Sammy, Snazz and Tony, and she sets to icing down his bruised knuckles. She tells him that she and Magnus broke up, and he's thoroughly pleased about it: She's too good for him, anyway. That irritates her a bit, but she tells him to call her sometime, though she insists he do it when he's not drunk off his ass.

-Season 3:

-Ironically, when Pickles calls her in Dethhealth to inform her that he's dying, he's in fact drunk again. She wants to go to Mordhaus to see him, but he tells her to stay where she is, as he doesn't want her seeing him like that, though she's seen him at rock bottom as it is. At the end of the episode, he's drunker and higher than ever, but he calls her again to let her know he's all right. She can't understand him, though, so he puts Nathan on to explain. She’s thoroughly relieved, but she’s still considering going to Mordhaus to see him. She implores of Nathan, "Take care of him, all right?"

-Offscreen, in the time between Dethhealth and Dethmas, Pickles goes to London for a while to appease St. Cecilia, and to their mutual surprise, it's not really all that different from how it was when they were actually together. There's lots of cuddling and kissing and great sex and just... Hanging out. It's easy for them to be together. They have their share of problems, but the old spark between them is still there. Pickles is honestly a little scared of that: What if he falls for her all over again just for her to break his heart like she did last time? The fact that she has Magnus's guitar makes him doubly suspicious. He starts drinking harder than ever to drown out the thoughts of her.

-In Rehabklok, when Pickles's drinking is brought to the attention of the band and he's sent to rehab, he tries for a while to blame it on St. Cecilia. She broke his heart, and he drinks to cope. It makes perfect sense, until he starts to really think about it and realizes that he's equally at fault for how their relationship (And also SnB) fell apart. He realizes, after many years, that he hurt her as badly as she hurt him. And that makes him feel even worse. He talks the doctor into letting him call her to apologize, but it doesn't go well: She's a little offended that he would even consider blaming her for his drinking, given he was a drunk long before they met. "Is that what I am to you now? An excuse to get drunk and act a fool?" Not long after that, Pickles realizes the real cause for his drinking.

-Just before Charles goes to speak to the UN in Doublebookedklok, he calls St. Cecilia and cryptically asks her if she speaks Latin. She owes him a favor for getting her out of some legal trouble, so she can't really refuse. Several months before, she punched a scummy paparazzo who called Magnus washed-up, and Charles used his reeducation program to keep those involved from pressing charges or damaging St. Cecilia's reputation.

-Season 4:

-In Fanklok, before Charles meets with the band to discuss Klokikon, he welcomes St. Cecilia to Mordhaus and presents her with an ancient-looking journal that belonged to Aurelius Isambard, one of the original prophets of the Church of the Black Klok. She's taken down to the basement, where she's introduced to Edgar Jomfru, and gets to work.

-In Diversityklok, after he's spoken to Edgar, Charles speaks to St. Cecilia. He finds her engrossed, but thoroughly worried. She asks if this is real, and she's even more worried when he tells her it is.

-Offscreen, St. Cecilia has been hard at work translating the journal, and she's come to a passage that seems to describe the growing tension between the band. It also mentions an approaching star, and she takes to sitting on the roof at night to observe the sky.

-In Prankklok, when Pickles tells Nathan that he's not allowed to drink any tequila during their friender-bender, Nathan tells him he can't visit St. Cecilia when they stop in London. Pickles reluctantly agrees. Not long after, we see Pickles on his phone, though, debating on calling her just before he notices the storm warning.

-Offscreen, St. Cecilia approaches Charles about a phrase repeated over and over in the journal: Fata sidus oritur, the star of fate is born.

-After Charles breaks the news about Ice Festival to Skwisgaar in Bookklok, he goes to speak with St. Cecilia and Edgar in the basement. She's tacked two star maps to the wall: One from the previous week and one from the previous night. There's a spot near the center of the first map that seems bigger on the second one. She looks like the world is ending when she tells him it's the Doomstar. It's real. It's coming? When? Soon, she says. Far too soon.

-When Charles tells the boys he's going out of town in Dethcamp, it's to take St. Cecilia to an observatory, where they meet with Ishnifus and spend a few days tracking the Doomstar's movement as it comes closer and closer to Earth.

-In Going Downklok, when Pickles shows up all decked out for his meeting with Abigail, Nathan is quick to ask, "Don't you have a girlfriend?" Pickles insists he doesn't; He and St. Cecilia was hurt and angry the last time they spoke. On top of that, he believes she's all the way in London, and Abigail is right there.

-Offscreen, between Dethdinner and Breakup Klok, St. Cecilia is tagged in the video of Pickles leaving Dethklok by a drunken Toki. She's incredibly hurt. Pickles has nothing, he said. She, apparently, is nothing.

-In Breakup Klok, Pickles tries to call St. Cecilia to invite her to his wine tasting, but she refuses to answer and sends him straight to voicemail. Towards the end of the episode, after the escape from Salacia, Charles requests a check-up on Edgar and St. Cecilia back at Mordhaus, and Pickles is stunned and angry to learn that she's been more or less within arm's reach for months. Had he known, he's certain things would have been different-- He wouldn't have tried to make a move on Abigail and he wouldn't have fucked up his chance to get back with St. Cecilia again.

-Offscreen, St. Cecilia speaks to Charles about staying at a hotel for a few days, just until Roy Cornickelson's funeral, after which she'll return to Mordhaus and her translation work. The day of the funeral, though, she receives a call from Magnus telling her she absolutely cannot attend, as he can't guarantee her safety. It's the last time she has contact with him before his death. We also see her watching the news about Dethklok's breakup and the insinuation that Abigail caused it, and St. Cecilia chucks a bottle at the TV, mirroring Pickles's actions in SnB II.

-In Church of the Black Klok, St. Cecilia is fetched from the hotel by Klokateers and taken to the Dethsub, where she meets with Charles, pointedly ignores Pickles, and goes to work with Edgar instead.

-The Doomstar Requiem:

-In "One of Us Must Die," St. Cecilia can be seen on one of the slides, staring up into the sky with Isambard's journal held to her chest. Towards the end of the song, reading from the book, she sings, "Dethklok, they must be rejoined/Evil, it must be destroyed/No more apathetic stoics/They can learn to be heroic/Write the song that will be our salvation..."

-In "Training," while carrying the journal, she sings the lyrics, "As the prophecy foretold, the Doomstar has been born/And you all will be endowed with a power known to none." Nathan, Skwisgaar and Murderface are looking at the art of the Prophecy, but Pickles is watching her. Ishnifus places a hand upon her shoulder, and they sing together, "The Deth lights are within you all waiting to be woken/And when the five are united, the evil will be broken," in a show of solidarity.

-In "En Antris et Stella Fatum Cruenti," just after Ishnifus is killed and the Doomstar goes red, we see a shot of Charles, Edgar and St. Cecilia at the Church, watching the sky.

-In "Morte Lumina," in a mirror to Nathan and Abigail's kiss, we see Pickles approach St. Cecilia, and she presses a kiss to his palm (Which is a really significant gesture between them) before he pulls her into his arms.

Trivia:

-The stars on her cheeks are actually a makeup trick, as she's afraid to have a needle so close to her eyes.

-She smokes Honeyrose Cherry cigarettes (Which have roughened her voice a bit), but she doesn't drink to excess, save when she's with Pickles. He's a terrible influence on her, but she adores him just the same. Considering him and Magnus, she has rather bad taste in men.

-Her signature scent is Estée Lauder's Cinnabar, which features notes of jasmine, orange blossom, cloves, and patchouli. She uses a cinnamon body oil when she wants to get Pickles's attention. It always works.

-She wants nothing more than to be loved, but she's keenly aware of the fact that most of the people who "love" her only want to coast on her fame. It's resulted in her having a hard time trusting people. The fact that Pickles and the rest of Dethklok don't need to coast off her is part of why she likes them so much.

-She's an iced coffee addict, and she prefers chocolate, caramel, or hazelnut varieties.

-She was raised Catholic, and while she lapsed a long time ago, she has occasional bouts of Catholic Guilt. Her name is related to her religion, as St. Cecilia is the patron saint of music.

-Her preferred alcohol is Bombay Sapphire gin, though she also likes white wine and champagne.

-She's a plant mom. Her flat is full of plants, including a little devil's tongue cactus she bought at a farmer's market in LA when she first came to America. It's traveled the world with her! It lived in the cupholder of Snazz's van for several years, and now it lives in her kitchen, perched on top of the microwave.

-She has a pretty serious oral fixation. She's always got something in her mouth: A cigarette, a pen, a popsicle, someone's fingers, a dick. Depends on her mood. Getting her tongue pierced helped a little, as she can play with the stud, but some habits just can't be broken.

-She and the rest of Stiletto own a condo building in London together, and she naturally has the penthouse to herself. It's very airy and open, with lots of mirrors and plants and exposed brick. One corner of her living room is just a huge window that looks out on the city. It's her favorite feature. Magnus is too nervous to go near it.

#this is a lot but i feel like she feels like a real character almost #Metalocalypse #nathan explosion #pickles the drummer #skwisgaar skwigelf #toki wartooth #william murderface #charles offdensen #magnus hammersmith #mtl #my mtl #st. cecilia jameson

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trashytoastboi · 3 years

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How about bakugo 💥

Ooooo a character I love and hate 🤣🤣

Character: Bakugo Katsuki

💥Favorite thing about them:

I personally find Bakugo to be a really good character, because he has confidence in his own abilities but doesn't grow complacent. I enjoy the fact that he is a strong character that had to work for that kind of strength and continues to do so (I'm talking about the positive side of this, so not the occasional arrogance he adds with his bragging) I find a lot of the time with rival characters or strong characters there the whole natural talent vs hard work debate but I feel that Bakugo is more towards the hard work side.

💥Least favorite thing about them.

He's an asshole.

Flat out, there are times where it is really unnecessary and he is just being a little salt ball for nothing 🤣 Understandable he hides a lot of his worries and insecurities under bravado and aggression. He is just a salty onion, but we still like him. 🤣

💥Favorite line

"Even if there's nothing left of me, I will win the way that I want to"

💥brOTP

Bakugo and Kirishima, as well as Sero and Bakugo.

Kirishima has his own ideals and passion working towards his goals, and admires Bakugo but its nice that the two of them train and always help each other out. Especially with the scene when Kirishima was the one chosen to get him back, I just find its a really nice balance between the two.

Sero is understanding and accepting of Bakugo's personality but still doesn't hesitate to call him out on his crap. I find he sometimes acts both as a joker and conscious to Bakugo which puts things into a bit of perspective.

💥 OTP

(Just a note I had to Google all these things and their meanings. Pretty surprised to see that OTP stands for One Time Pin and I had to double take there 🤣🤣🤣)

If I'm talking in the canon sense, Bakugo honestly does not strike me as the relationship type so this is a little difficult. As a fan, I guess maybe Kirishima and Bakugo? I'm not too used to shipping peeps 🤣🤣🤣

💥nOTP:

Bakugo and Momo (I'm choosing from the ships that I have seen) I just don't see how it can work and the fact that the two of them don't have much interaction. I think its maybe because I don't understand the kind of dynamic between the two (promise I'm not hating on peeps that ship them)

💥 Random Headcanons

💥This was a super random thought I once had, but thinking if being sick can make someone's quirk a little janky. Due to your head being all hazy from the fever and just not feeling so great, the random thought was wondering that if he sneezed while sick, would it accidentally set off explosions 🤣

💥 He totally has a mini All Might shrine hidden away somewhere

💥Unpopular Opinion

Bakugo's personality is more relatable to that of a villain, his passion and ideals are what makes him different. But if he lost sight of that he would 110% become a villain and probably one of the worst ones.

💥 Song I Associate with Them

I Just Can't Wait to be King by Jonathan Young (Cover)

💥 Favourite Picture of Them:

#trashytoastboi #bakugo #bakugo Katsuki

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jonesyjonesyjonesy · 3 years

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what songs would you recommend listening to first from Them Crooked Vultures and The Sporting Life?

oh man have I got some recs for you!!!

My annoying recommendation is that both albums are phenomenal top to bottom and each deserve a listen through. But! Here are my highlights --

Them Crooked Vultures

First of all, ^^^ um, hottest dad band ever.

I like every track on this record, no joke. And I'm not going to recommend New Fang since you've probably heard it (it was on an Apple commercial and won a Grammy).

No One Loves Me and Neither Do I - Um...they really just opened this album with one of the dirtiest, sexiest tracks I've ever heard. A "riff bomb" top to bottom. It absolutely fucks. Jonesy plays lap steel on this one (and in concert, played it standing up, the absolute fiend) x.

Warsaw or the First Breath You Take After You Give Up - This was their 'jam' track for concerts ala Dazed and Confused (x). And it's just 7 minutes of juicy goodness (along with John Paul Jones singing falsetto backup with Alain Johannes, bless his heart). It's vaguely soundscape-y, thick bass, I adore.

Spinning in the Daffodils - Some say this is some of Josh Homme's best work as a songwriter. It's not one of my personal favorites, but it's a favorite amongst TCV fans. He did an amazing acoustic at Lolla in 2020 (x). It also features Jonesy on keyboard and he would often do improvisations at the concerts during this part (he cheekily quotes Carouselambra in this version x).

Elephants - This song is really a testament to the onomatopoeic element to their music (I would also put Reptiles and Gunman in this category) where the music really just SOUNDS like the titles allude. It also to me gives an amazing feeling of the band's synergy with the timing elements and changes.

Honorable mentions include Scumbag Blues (enter Jonesy on the weirdly erotic clavinet; live would be a bass solo) Dead End Friends, and Caligulove (they originally wanted to call the band "Caligula" but there was already a band of that name) . This is 110% my comfort album, period.

The Sporting Life

A comment on a music video from this album pretty much sums up my feelings: "I like it because it is insane."

A much more acquired taste, but considered Diamanda Galas' most approachable work, The Sporting Life is absolutely full of fantastic tracks. "And album of really intense love songs," Galas says. I think it has fantastic storytelling from top to bottom and features not Jonesy, but Galas on the Hammond organ and piano. Jonesy's bass is absolutely STUNNING to hear against the raw vocals.

Be warned, this is a hard album to listen to on a first go. It's out there. But Jones and Galas together are too powerful for this world.

I supply this album with a content warning for graphic discussion of violence and sexual acts. General depravity.

Do You Take This Man - One of the most popular tracks off the album. I think it's a great, palatable introduction to her spoken word elements and DAMN does that bass do things to me. "Husband with this knife/I do you adore/I take you out of this world/With a lot of feeling" -- and that's just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to Galas' lyrical fixation with murdering men which I *personally* vibe with. Here's a hilarious 90s music video where Galas does her thing and Jonesy sits in a chair and plays bass because duh (x).

The Dark End of the Street - This is a cover of a soul song from the 60s and I think it really showcases Galas' softer vocal range while still exploring her general eclecticism. This track highlights just what geniuses these two are: even in its relative simplicity, it snaps, bends, bows, and breaks.

Skotoseme - The first track of the album and, to me, it's Kashmir of avant-garde proportions (the B section is...very reminiscent). It fucks from beginning to end. It's such a powerful track. "Skotoseme" means "kill me" in Greek. So. There's that. They performed it on the John Stewart Show and it's fascinating to watch Galas work. Also, Jonesy is having SO much fun, you can just tell (x).

Tony - Another softer track that highlights Jonesy's work as a producer - elegant, understated, cheeky. From this track, it wouldn't surprise me that artists such as Amy Winehouse and Lady Gaga would have been inspired by her Galas' technique and experimentation even within what would be considered a more approachable framework. Her voice is haunting in this one.

An honorable mention to...The Sporting Life - I hesitate to include this as one of the main recommendations due to the brutality of the lyrics. Galas plays several characters all discussing how they're going to torture a man to death. The eponymous track feels like it's ripped from a play. I think it's marvelous, but I think the content could be disturbing for some without warning.

Each song is rife and trembling musically. Something that doesn't seem like it should have worked and not only works, but absolutely was off to the races from jump. The fact these two came together and ~did that is such a testament to each of their virtuosity, curiosity, and spirit. Also, they're like such pals it hurts (here's a fantastic interview they did for Bomb).

In Conclusion...

I think I might have...overdid it.

Thanks for getting this far if you did. Thank you @tophats-n-lespauls, this was really so fun for me to do and I'm really grateful I got to share my recommendations. As much as I thirst for Jonesy, I admire his talent and musicianship to that degree as well and credit him with a lot of my love for music. I'm grateful for any opportunity to celebrate the old man 🥺🥰

Anyway, all are welcome for any John Paul Jones related queries. I'm still working through his immense catalog, but TCV and DG x JPJ I could wax poetic on all day if you let me (but I won't subject you to such ramblings).

Be well xx

#ngl I’m really proud of this post #john paul jones #them crooked vultures #tcv #dave grohl #josh homme #diamanda galas #the sporting life #recommendation #ask #tophats-n-lespauls #recs #music recs #led zeppelin #classic rock #avant garde #hard rock #bass #bass babe

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roo-bastmoon · 2 years

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how do you feel about jungkook consistently bodyshaming jimin when they were younger and calling him ugly and unattractive?

Dear Bodyshaming,

I feel great about it. Really, really good, actually.

Wanna know why?

*pats the seat next to me* C’mere, I’ll tell you.

Because over time, with consistent modeling from his six hyungs, JK went from a painfully shy, sullen, stand-offish, snotty, somewhat homophobic and self-centered bratty teenage boy to a consummate professional, trusting, loving, hilarious, honest, empathetic, protective, self-disciplined, sweet young man, secure in who he is and very unapologetic of his preferences… and also Park Jimin’s #1 fan.

We all of us come into the world flawed, and our cultures and families and inner circles can help shape us into problematic people without us even realizing. K-pop is such a toxic industry, and I hear tell South Korea is pretty homophobic, so I’m proud that BTS has worked so hard to combat a lot of those norms. But even though we call them idols, they are in fact only human.

For example, I CRINGE when I watch young Jimin being an attention whore, pretending to be hyper masculine, trying way too hard 110% of the time, all while being cripplingly insecure and at the same time so damned pushy and needy. But look at him now, humble yet proud, talented but a team player, strong but not afraid to explore his feminine side—altruistic, self-mastered, and consistently loving and kind. Overwhelmingly kind. He has come to embody comfort for others and anyone around him will tell you that.

I shudder to think what absolute fuckboys Jimin and Jungkook COULD have become, had things gone another way.

But as they grew up and grew together, they’ve become such lovely, caring, and intelligent people, so much so that even though I’m 20 years older than them, I admire them and get inspiration from them.

I am moved by the way they are blooming into the best versions of themselves. And they are still pursuing advanced degrees and taking music and language lessons and traveling and being curious about the world. I’m excited to see how they grow more in the future. I champion them.

Because growth is the most that you can hope for human beings, my friend. You can’t expect them to be saints or angels. It’s unfair to think they will be the same as they were in youth, stagnant and unchanging. Over time, as people have different experiences, hopefully they gain wisdom and compassion, and mature into better human beings. That is sort of the entire point of our journey.

So I’m happy that Jungkook used to say horrible shit about Jimin’s looks, much as it sucked at the time and he should not have. (And I say that as a person who is recovering from an eating disorder after having plenty of mean kids in my ballet classes pick on me for being 8 pounds overweight and the poor kid on scholarship. So don’t think I’m dismissing the impact of bullying. I get it.)

What I’m saying is: I’m glad JK went from being a dickhead boy into being a grown man who sincerely raves about Jimin’s looks and talent and has for years now. Because he’s modeling for us growth instead of perfection.

Perfection is a myth. Improvement is real. And I love that we can point to members of BTS and see that.

Yours,

Roo

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notsolong-pause · 3 years

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ship requests

“hi! Could I get a ship for pjo/hoo and marvel? im 5'5, I have a curly mullet, and jet black hair, im also super pale and have big dark brown eyes, I also have 2 scars on my lips from falling and 1 on my chest from surgery! Im a pansexual, asexual demigirl, I go by she/they, im usually very quiet until i get to know you better then I wont shut up and am super loud, I tend to be very sarcastic and sometimes a lil mean, but I make sure to apologize if I hurt someone feelings!! I always end up being the therapist friend of the group and them over myself, im not an outdoor person and I really just like to look down on the city of a tall building and admire the view, I love to go outside and ride my bike, I speak a lil Spanish and French!! I love reading, writing and art, mainly art like painting, sketching, and music!! I love music and listening to it while looking at the city view!! tysmm!!”

a/n: Thank you for your request! I added the request from the asks, since it was more elaborated^) Hopefully, you like it

Marvel:

I ship you with Sam Wilson

Okay, I think it’s a perfect match, tbh! He definitely needs someone by his side who doesn’t need therapy and can provide him emotional support back, since he’s always there for everyone as well.

He definitely knows when you need some alone time, and he can do his own work, read or fix something along your side when you’re working on some art piece. He would also admire your talent 24/7, because he’s not exactly surrounded by artistic people

You would make fun (in a friendly way) of the other avengers, and would always support one another’s jokes

Spending rainy days in the tower, reading in silence, and then bursting in laughter, talking about the weirdest things, which he might not understand, but 110% percent adores

Him always saying that your scars make you look like some badass movie character

New York was about to dive deep into the night, but, of course, the city that never sleeps was still full of life and lights. On the roof of the high building it was much quiter than on the busy pavements, and the view was simply breathtaking. And that is why you were sitting right there, headphones in one ear, legs crossed, wind slightly blowing the curls out of your face.

"Are you allowed to be here?" - a sudden voice shook your nerves, and you jumped up to your legs. None other than Sam Wilson was standing righ in front of you.

"Are you allowed to cause heart attacks?" - you fired back. Sam slightly smirked at your answer. "But seriously, what are you doing up here? You need any help?"

"Just... Watching, I suppose" - you shrugged.

"Well, it is very pretty up here. Even better while flying" - he smiled

"Can imagine. Why aren't you doing your super-hero stuff, or whatever you're supposed to be doing?"

"You see, I also need a couple hours of rest a day, in order, you know, not die of exhaustion. " - the smirk remained on his lips throughout the whole conversation, and you let out a small laugh.

"I see, well than, maybe you want to... join for a couple minutes, if you need any company"

"You bet I do"

Percy Jackson:

I ship you with Reyna Avila Rramirez-Arellano

First and foremost, she would be so into your hairstyle, always pulling your locks slightly, playing with your hair, when nobody sees her, because she's supposed to be tough.

Her teaching you some new Spanish words and practicing with you, making compliments in Spanish

She would trace lines along your scars gently, because she definitely thinks that scars make people beautiful and unique

She would ask you to go and watch her training, because your oppinion and approval matter to her, even though pretty much nobody else's does

When you start talking to her, telling about many things, being passionate and loud, she would simply glare at you softly, listening, opening up step by step

"I like your hair" - you and Reyna were on the grass, your head on her laps, fingers tangled in the curls.

"I like your nose" - you answered, looking through half-closed eyes. It was warm, everyone else was somewhere else, it was just the two of you, and Reyna warmed up a little as well. Her hair was loose, features relaxed, armour off - it was rare to see her like that, and you loved it.

"I like your lips" - she said, and there was a faint smirk playing on her face. You pulled yourself to your elbows now facing her.

"I like your lips too" - you gently tugged Rayna's hand, admiring the contrast of her tanned skin against your pale. Your faces were closer and closer every second. "You're gonna get a sunburn" - whispered Reyna when your lips were about to unite. You laughed and dropped on your back again. "I like your laugh" - said the girl still barely above whisper.

You were smiling, feeling so many tenderness for the seemingly tough girl - "And I like you"

Ahhh, I hope it's okay. I relly ship you and Reyna now, you would match so perfectly!! Sending love <3

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he does have that charisma, i see what you mean, he's also very different from the other members, they all are but it's so clear with him, he marks a difference when he's in stage idk if i'm making sense. my bias is suga, he has such a special voice, i just love his tone, and he's really talented 🥰 jimin's stage presence is also amazing, and what are your favorite things about hyunjin? don't you love how driven and passionate he is??? this boy came into my life and i haven't been able to think about anything else ever since

don’t worry, i get what you mean!! suga is amazing too, he’s very hard working, jimin as well <3

also omg you are going to open a pandora’s box with the question about what i love about hyunjin. i try to keep this as short as possible… i love how dedicated and passionate he is about things. how he puts 110% of himself into anything that he feels like he wants to learn. his dancing & rapping journey for example.. he started from not knowing a thing but his strong will and dedication got him where he’s at now and i really admire that. what i also love about his dancing is that you can tell how much dancing revives him and how he just wants to tell a story using his movements and he can do it without saying a word - just by dancing to us and creating art and i really think his stage presence is out of this world because of that. also he’s very humble about it all and if you would tell him he’s the bestest of them all - he would just shrug it off and tell u he will do better in the future. he’s always trying his best to improve in any area that he feels passionate about and that characteristic in him inspires me to do try and improve in things im interested in. i have to mention him being really supportive of all the other members as well.. like whenever one of them achieves something or does something - he’s always first there to support them and show them his love which i think is very sweet. he’s just a very love filled guy who has so much love to give to everyone and everything around him. i think he’s also a very honest guy and in touch with his emotions and he isn’t faking or bullshiting around. if he doesn’t like something - u can clearly tell and he doesn’t try to hide that. if he feels vulnerable he isn’t afraid to show it to us and people around him… he’s also super funny because he doesn’t hide his dramatic reactions and he just says stuff that comes to his mind and doesn’t filter it etc. there really is so much more i would love to say but i really need to stop here because i would be writing this essay for the whole night and it’s already 11pm 😭 applauding you if you got here and read it all lmao

#anons #i just really adore this dude idk 🥴

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tyonfs · 4 years

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🐖🥨🧃🧩🚑🏋️💒💫🥫🤹🎢👁️🍽️🗼🌡️📼🤼🪐🗿 For the skz ask game!! (this is a lot omg you're totally cool to not answer them all djsjsj)

omg so many 😳 but this will be fun so ty 🥰

🐖📼🥨🧃🏋️🗼🤼🎢 - post your fav skz memes

(answering these together so i can put ot8 memes together)

+ also tumblr is being annoying so pls take these five instead 💔

🧩 - pick one personality trait from each member

if this is traits i appreciate about them most then:

chan - hardworking

this man always puts in 110% and if you watched the survival show you can see how much he does for skz

minho - straightforward

minho is soso caring and looks after the members. i feel like ppl mistaken his blunt honesty and give him the “meanhoe” nickname for that 😭 but he’s so kinda and i admire that he says it as it is

changbin - magnetic

idk how else to describe this but it’s smthn about the way changbin is able to keep the mood good and make everyone laugh effortlessly (even tho he gets bullied)

hyunjin - loving

hyunjin is just !! so !! full !! of love !! the man literally wears his heart on his sleeve and wants to share and show us everything he’s so cute :(

jisung - warmth

jisung gives me such a “home” feeling idk he’s just so endearing in the way he wants to make everyone laugh and also express his love for music

felix - appreciative

PLEASE this man is so caring and is the source of all good things in the world. stan twt owes felix an apology, he gets so much hate when he’s such a wholesome person and just wants to share endless love

seungmin - leadership

ik chan’s the leader but seungmin has such leader potential. i remember his mbti being the only one with -a and i always see his assertiveness showing in stressful situations

jeongin - potential

i don’t think this is a trait 💀 but i chose this bc jeongin just has ?? so much talent and is constantly improving and showing us the best sides of him, like his growth from the survival show is incredible

🚑 - imagine ot8 in the hunger games, order them from the first one to die to the winner

1. hyunjin - nothing much to say. gonna get snapped like a twig or accidentally step off of the landmine too soon

2. jisung - probs would fall out of a tree

3. felix - he’s gonna trust someone and then get stabbed in the back 😭

4. jeongin - i feel like jeongin would start off solid but just get unlucky or be too hesitant to hurt someone

5. changbin - actually strong competitor. accidentally eats poison berries and dies

6. minho - i think he’d definitely hold it out for a long time

7. chan - most potential but doesn’t have it in him to k word anyone

8. seungmin - and he could probs win without having to k word anyone 😎

💒 - if you had to tattoo one stray kids lyric, which would it be?

probably should I fly to the sky? in sunshine bc that’s my fav song

💫 - who shares your zodiac sign? do you think you’re alike?

chan and i are both libras 👍 i think we’re kinda alike in the way we show love in subtle ways but other than that idk bc i’m such a lazy person 💀

🥫- most played skz song?

omg idk bc i usually just listen to all of their songs bc they have a lot that i like, but i would say maze of memories, sunshine, victory song, chronosaurus, yayaya, and school life

🤹 - what’s you hogwarts house? sort the members into a house

i’m a ravenclaw 😎 as for skz i Think

gryffindor - chan, jeongin

ravenclaw - jisung

hufflepuff - hyunjin, felix

slytherin - minho, changbin, seungmin

👁️ - what’s one thing skz has done that’s given you second-hand embarrassment?

either jisung, hyunjin, and minho getting attacked by seagulls in australia or jisung saying the lyrics to an instrumental song were great

🍽️ - who’s your dream sub-unit?

skz 00 line subunit WHEN

🌡️ - berry, kkami, or seungmong

i am emotionally attached to kkami and i think it’s funny kkami got a dating rumor before skz did 💀

🪐 - funniest skz tweet/meme you’ve seen recently

wait this isn’t recent but i love this one

🗿 - dumbest thing skz has done

hyunjin exposing himself for watching seungjin ship videos on youtube 🏃‍♂️

#tyonfs asks #baekhyuns-lipchain

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retvenkos · 4 years

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congrats on 2.5k olive! you deserve it and so much more! i was wondering if i could have a ship for harry potter golden era, harry potter next gen & narnia please? 🔥 i’m straight and i take interest in musical theatre, reading, baking, archery, and i really enjoy being outdoors. i’m pretty social, loyal, opinionated, and i would like to think that i’m smart? i’m a gryffindor, and i don’t dislike anything except for mess- i have ocd. thank you so much and congrats again on 2.5k! 💕

HP Golden Trio Era:

I ship you with Harry Potter!

the boy who lived himself! i think that you would be great for harry. you have a lot of similar and complementary personality traits that would be good for a relationship in the long run.

first of all, you’re both very opinionated (and unafraid to speak your mind) and loyal, so you already have the foundations for a great relationship. i also think that you’re a little more chill than harry - when he’s off saving the world, you are the one thing that isn’t complicated, and that has to be nice.

also, you both have that spark of wonder to you - you want to travel the world and see what it has to offer, and harry (at least in his early years, lol) wanted to see and do so much, too. he was trapped with the dursley’s for so long, he wants to see all that he’s missed.

and after voldemort and everything, when he’s a little more jaded, i think that you would be able to ignite that spark of wonder, once again. there is still so much harry has missed out on! it’s good to remind him of the beauty in the world, and cass, you are literally the best person to do that.

but on the other end of the spectrum, after having such an eventful life, harry needs some time to just chill, and your more domestic hobbies are going to be great for that.

i 100% believe that you are able to make harry appreciate books and literature - it started out when he would wake up from nightmares and you would stay up with him, reading to drown out his thoughts and keep both of you awake - after that, he started to turn to books for comfort, and he actually really enjoys them! you get to give him your favorites and while harry doesn’t talk about them much, he appreciates them.

i also think that you and harry bake together, and he’s actually pretty good, as long as he doesn’t eat all of the cookie dough before you get it in the oven.

also, i think it’s good that you are emotionally intelligent, because harry is about as emotionally intelligent as a doorknob when it comes to relationships (maybe this is me still rioting over the valentine's day scene w/ cho but c’mon, harry), and you would be able to balance him out without having crazy high expectations for him.

i think what’s great is that you are a chill gryffindor, so harry can be the crazy gryffindor of the relationship while still having adventures and zest for life.

HP Next Gen Era:

I ship you with Lysander Scamander!

so, i’m still working out my exact characterizations for these characters, but just know that lysander is a soft boi - the softest boi you’ve ever met. (he kinda has davey (newsies) vibes? but more musically inclined.)

lysander is in ravenclaw, but he’s actually a really chill ravenclaw. he’s luna’s son, so he has the calmness and slowness to him that is perfect for you - if you are ever too hyped up or too stressed, lysander can calm you down and the two of you can just hang out and read for a while.

lysander would love to go on walks with you! the two of you definitely take strolls around the grounds at hogwarts, talking about anything that isn’t your charms homework because he really hates that class.

but you definitely end up convincing him to do his homework, and you help him with charms.

if you are in class and you end up having to work with partners you don’t want to, lysander will constantly catch your eye during class and try to make you laugh. he’s also big on sending you winks from across the great hall at meals, so be ready to do a lot of nonverbal communication

i also have this idea that the two of you do a lot of your homework outside? just to get out of the castle? like, it’s kind of like a mini picnic out on the grounds because you bring a blanket and some snacks, and the two of you just chill and do your homework until it gets too cold and you have to go back inside.

and lysander is an ambivert, so he does pretty well in social situations, so you guys also hit up parties (usually gryffindor ones, because when are gryffindors not celebrating something or another?) or just hang out in large groups of people.

also! you can listen to him practice for the hogwarts orchestra (which is a thing!) and when he’s concentrating it’s vvv cute.

and i also imagine that lysander likes to travel, so the two of you would end up going on a lot of adventures together.

Narnia:

I ship you with Peter Pevensie!

okay, but peter is the dad friend and as the certified mom friend™, we both knew this was coming

baking, archery, and being outdoors? peter loves all of your hobbies (although he’s terrible at archery, he’s much better at swords and axes) and he will 100% do them with you and the two of you probably go horseback riding on the regular. peter likes the little moments with you when he can get away - and that usually entails having the fun that he can’t have while he’s being king.

and!!!! at night or in the early mornings he would love to listen to you read or just talk about what you’ve been reading lately - maybe it reminds him of his mother, reading to him when he was missing his father, or maybe it reminds him of susan, and the mother she was prematurely forced to be.

i also think that your personalities compliment each other - peter is loyal and social, and although he too has strong opinions, he might be a bit better at hiding them, which leads to very interesting talks between the two of you.

but never fear - he loves your opinions and likes to hear you defend your point of view - he likes to have someone who treats themself like a equal to him, and that isn’t afraid to speak their mind.

also,,, in a modern au, peter is a theatre kid, or, at the very least, loves to go and see the shows. he admires the dedication, the talent, and the deep stories!

(and he just a d o r e s bandstand, all of the pevensies do, so that’s a win for all of them)

you two can go to shows together (or watch bootl*gs on his computer) and you bring the snacks. the two of you hold hands during the show and whisper to each other what your favorite parts are.

oh, and peter 110% thinks that you are smart, and he would remind you of that daily. he’s big on praise (it’s kind of his love language, other than huge bear hugs), so he’s always reminding you how amazing you are and how lucky he is to have you.

a minor note, but i think that peter is fairly clean? like, he’s the older brother and is constantly cleaning up the messes of his siblings. even though he was a king for half of his life and had servants to do the cleaning for him, i can’t imagine peter being messy (that’s edmund’s job, lol)

and in a hogwarts au? peter is a hufflepuff and you are a gryffindor, setting interhouse relationship trends from day one, and the two of you spend a lot of time in the courtyard, hanging out and playing exploding snap.

#2.5k celebration!#celebration #lxncelotships #mutuals #i hope you like it cass!#i also kind of think that you would do well with george weasley but i went for harry in the end #cass — 🦢

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