#aesthetic: morwenna

[cinderellaheist]

Poldark (2015)

[faeriemarie]

introducing my newest fame dr🌷🌷

name: [ cr name ] eunjae baudelaire

birthday: december 29th, 1995

known languages: english, korean, welsh, french, italian

occupation: uni student, actress, stop-motion animator

best friends: lisa giuliani, jessica lee, jack farthing, lucy boynton

significant other: josh o’connor

movies:

the french dispatch as juliet

emma (2019) as harriet smith

my salinger year as joanna rakoff

romeo & juliet (2021) as juliet capulet

parachute as riley

writer & director of the dollmaker’s daughter

shows:

doctor who as clara oswald

and then there were none as vera

poldark as morwenna carne

end of the f-ing world as alyssa

sanditon as charlotte heywood

theatre productions:

hamlet as ophelia

the crucible as abigail

carrie as carrie

a little night music as anne

our town as emily webb

the glass menagerie as laura

animated short films:

angel! wild! superstar!

la comedienne

fishboy

louise

clothing style:

aesthetic:

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

this dr is very near and dear to my heart because i’m using my cr name and my cr face and my cr personality even though i hate my personality. this dr is closest to the cr version of me and i’m trying to grow more comfortable with that

[mariacallous]

The first time I saw a Vivienne Westwood dress in the wild was while shopping for my best friend’s wedding, almost 10 years ago. She told me she wanted something black, not white, something in the sale, something she could wear after the wedding and – turning to face me on the middle of London’s Regent Street, added: “something that will stretch because I’m six weeks pregnant”. So off we went to the Vivienne Westwood store on Conduit Street in London, and left half an hour later with a loose black silk sleeveless pencil dress, with a draped neckline and ruched waist with plenty of give. She successfully wore it, five weeks later and 11 weeks pregnant, to her wedding.

Vivienne Westwood, who died on Thursday night, could pack more contradictions into one collection than most designers could in a lifetime. But in her clothes, she did the one thing designers are unable – or rather unwilling – to do. That is, make fancy stuff for real people with real bodies, making her truly the mother of all fashion contradictions.

Probably more famous for her transgressive marriage of punk and fashion in the late 70s – for dressing the Sex Pistols in rips, and Adam and the Ants in Elizabethan blouses – it wasn’t until the late 80s and 90s that Westwood began making proper tailored clothes by dissecting existing pieces, inadvertently changing the landscape of high-end womenswear.

The best example is perhaps her 1990 Portrait Collection show. Here, skirts were full, waists were boned and bosoms spilled. The models who took part in her shows were thin – but in spite of this, some of the clothes seemed to support their wearer, somehow making them look fuller. Removed from their catwalk context, they didn’t just expand the definition of acceptable body type; they encouraged it.

This was part of Westwood’s shtick, of course. If trends went one way, she went another. But at the time, viewed between the wide-shouldered soft power of fashion’s main New York players such as Donna Karan and the “heroin chic” thriving within its subcultures, Westwood’s 90s aesthetic was an outlier, exaggerating the female form rather than reducing it. The 18th-century-inspired gowns were not outrageous because they showed their wearer’s knickers, but because they understood what fashion for women with breasts and bums wasn’t – which was fashionable.

“All my clothes are really sexy, about meeting the body and making it look attractive and powerful,” she said, at the 2004 launch of her V&A retrospective. “I aim to make people look important.” Among her fans were undoubtably famous and powerful women – most famously the artist Tracey Emin, the actor Christina Hendricks (who also fronted a Vivienne Westwood campaign in 2011) and the shape shifter Kim Kardashian. Celebrities, yes, but also women with bodies who relied on clothes that celebrate the female form.

Not everything Westwood made in the 90s was about wearability, of course. Just ask teenage Naomi Campbell, who fell on her 1993 catwalk in 9in platforms, or Kate Moss, who in 1995 walked out wearing just a skirt while eating a Magnum. Nor is body image something Westwood particularly wanted to interrogate with her clothes (it’s telling that in a 2018 documentary, she described her approach to fashion not as attacking the establishment, but as “a distraction”). She cared about animals, and was a vegetarian, but partly because her favourite food was lettuce – she once alleged that she and her husband, Andreas, went through one iceberg a day.

It could also be said that Westwood, perhaps hypocritically, deployed nudity as a shock tactic rather than anything more helpful, particularly later in her career. When Pamela Anderson, her one-time muse – in politics too, with both campaigning for the release of Julian Assange – walked in a show in 2009, and revealed a nipple during the final bow, the effect was mainly comic.

Still, as someone who dressed punks, then supermodels, translating the shock tactics of one movement into the other through plaid and scissor-work, she pioneered a rebelliousness that often led to change. In 2017, her catwalk show was one of a few that season to include menswear and womenswear. What seemed like a gimmick then was actually fairly progressive – this is fairly normal practice now. Still, as the clothing was sold in separate departments, the only real way to identify the unisex stuff was to check the label.

Not all catwalk shows have real-world impact – and as empowering as it was to see heaving bosoms on her catwalks, how many women think of a catwalk show when hunting for something to wear? They did with Vivienne Westwood. As my pregnant friend walking down the aisle in a black dress proves, the clothes actually worked for women in the real world.

[fischerfrey]

character aesthetics; leda gaunt, edward of alderly, morwenna somerset, and barbara katz

after updating all their profiles, i wanted to post these separately to keep them on my blog!

[softschofield]

things i would have added to or changed about poldark:

george gutting trenwith and transforming it into the light, airy, gilded, sunshiney aesthetic he clearly loves (cardew, warleggan bank). make it yours, honey

demelza making a move on george at that party after ross cheated on her - what better way to get back at him than by fooling around with his sworn nemesis, and, in george’s case, his wife? one stone, many birds. it would have been iconic. like, i love that part of george’s character is his faithfulness, but nonetheless: iconic. and he’s beautiful. get it, sweetie

verity in lisbon. how hard would it have been to have one scene of her writing a letter or arranging flowers in her room, or walking with her stepchildren through a harbour-side market and smiling and laughing and chatting with them? it’s what she deserved

a big reveal that george’s accent is actually lower class cornish and he’s just been faking the posh one. where did he learn the posh one anyway??? uncle cary certainly doesn’t have it and i doubt his parents did either. just let it slip, or have him drop it when he’s talking to cary. what a character building twist

consequences for ross’ fucking actions. when will you learn!!!!!!!!!!

the entire last season, and especially the finale. but to start with: the final season. if they wanted the slavery plot, brilliant - put kitty and cecily centre stage and cut ned entirely. i think it’s fairly safe to say very few people gave one single fuck about ned, and he took up so much time that could have been used for giving caroline a worthwhile plot that wasn’t some vague jealousy, and concentrating more on george’s mental illness. if they were absolutely determined to put ned in it, they should have swapped the timelines and put the final season plot into, say, season four. the entire last season felt rushed and messy and inconsequential, and honestly? cary carried so much of it. 

poldark’s formula was that every season was essentially insular and self-contained - new characters were introduced in the first episode of the season, a villain was vanquished by the last, and one or two of the new characters stayed on, so that every season we collected new people who then became series regulars. it was a wonderful, fun formula, and it worked well. in the final season, there should have been no new characters introduced. we already had all these lives we’d collected over the seasons - ross, demelza, george, morwenna, caroline, dwight, drake, sam - and the last season should have been about them. about giving them a fitting plot and a satisfying ending. a final episode should mirror the values, sentiments, and aesthetics of the very first one, either in parallel or in contrast. and what makes poldark poldark is: cornwall, love, friendship, mining. it should have been about that. it should have tied in with the rest of the show. it should have been relevant. 

instead, we got a french plot in the second to last episode and a dozen loose ends that had to be tied up in one single episode - which was mostly taken up by a sword fight, ross cheating on demelza but it’s okay because it’s For England even though i’ve always been a renegade and never particularly patriotic aside from being a soldier for what i assume are personal reasons, babies, napoleon, and 1801 MI5. the last episode was absurdly bad - because it had nothing whatsoever to do with the four seasons that had come before it. i mean, george appears in the barn a la t-rex in jurassic park, unseen and unheard, and hits both targets with two pistols - despite the fact ross said in a prior episode that he had always been a dismal shot, despite the fact he’s just had an injured arm, despite the fact he’s left-handed. every single character arc ended on a depressing or just entirely unworthy note. george leaving trenwith and seeing elizabeth going inside? is that supposed to be anything but achingly, horribly heartbreaking? is that supposed to be anything but “george is still struggling with his mental illness, but in a misguided attempt to move on he leaves the woman he loves in the house neither of them were ever supposed to be in and moves forward into an unhappy, broken future”? that scene where he “thinks aloud” and the audience is meant to be “ooooh my god is he still seeing her”? sickening. demelza being hurt for the thousandth time and then just immediately forgiving ross because it was for england? fuck that. fuck that so much. she deserved to be hurt and angry and move on from him, she deserved MORE. and ross leads tess on for six months, starts an affair, lets her fall for him, knows full well what he’s doing by using her - and then when she’s understandably wounded, he’s like “YOU STUPID THOT YOU BROUGHT IT ON YOURSELF STAY AWAY FROM MY FAMILY” AAAAAAHHHHHH

when george came to nampara the second time, after valentine asked him yet again about having his own mine, i thought he was going to ask ross to teach him about mining so he could bond with his son. adorable. sweet. when that didn’t happen, i thought he was going to tell ross and demelza that they were right, trenwith had always and would always be a poldark house, and now that he’s settling in truro and london (not cardew, for some reason), they could live at trenwith, where they were always supposed to be. when that didn’t happen, i thought he was going to relent and give permission for ross to have a relationship with valentine. but no. all we got, for the thousandth time, was “stay away from my son.” 

i won’t even get into the female characters. they were done so dirty. when the show made the point of having the grandmother watching wenna saying goodbye to her son and smiling sadly, i didn’t think it was actually a goodbye - i thought she would show up at wenna’s cottage and grudgingly say she can come visit on weekends. but no. so what was the point of having the grandmother overhear at all??????? cecily loses her fortune, is forced back to the place she said she would rather die than return to and where her mother died, has her reputation in tatters - and geoffrey charles gets to have a happy ending and go back to military school. speaking of which, when he said that, considering a past plot point had been his lack of funds and the fact that he was attending on credit, i thought they were going to have a little scene where geoffrey charles admits george is finally paying for his studies, because they’re starting to build a relationship based on their mutual love for elizabeth and their loneliness, but no. again, i hoped for too much. i assumed they were actually trying to give an ending that made sense, that left characters with a brighter future, and that made audiences happy. 

but, okay, let me spell out what i wanted for the final season - and, more importantly, the final episode:

the final season: cut ned, put kitty centre stage for the slavery plot, and cecily centre stage for the woman’s emancipation plot. that takes place in london. back in cornwall, go back to the show’s roots and return to mining. cut tess and any sort of human villain, and have the characters battling against the natural elements of the county. focus more on truro, on the red lion, on prudie, on jeffrey and clowance, on pascoe’s new baking venture - and have the peasants more spread out like they used to be, just not on one small set by the coast. amp up the fond nostalgia. bring all the old sets and locations back into it, including cardew. have a scene where someone sets flowers by henshawe’s grave. reopen wheal leisure. when we’re in cornwall, make it feel like it. take it all back to its roots. give demelza a worthwhile plot, and reunite morwenna with her son. take more time with her trauma plot in general - a promise by drake that he’ll never want a carnal relationship with her followed up a day later by disappointment on his part that he hasn’t gotten laid doesn’t cut it. so, that’s cornwall.

in london, put caroline to use. she knows everyone there is to know in high society; she’s independently wealthy; she’s cunning, articulate, strong-minded, and unbelievably powerful. use it. a perfect example, just for a tiny alteration, is the scene where a man spits at kitty - it wouldn’t be seemly for dwight to confront him, but caroline could: she, a powerful, untouchable aristocrat, could have cornered him and chewed him out without any repercussions or consequences. she’s the only truly upperclass character who is painted in a positive light - let her use her power and influence for good. 

the final episode, but i’m focusing on george because he’s my favourite and also he was done so dirty: george’s hallucinations actually are gone and he’s started the process of healing. he and enys have started a positive, meaningful friendship. george helps ross in some different way - getting his hands dirty and going into a mine for the first time to rescue him, for example; imagine george in a cramped tunnel, covered in black dirt and sweat, terrified, clothes ruined, saving ross’s life: powerful - and their dynamic changes to a strange friendship that stays like that. george is clearly changed - he’s kinder, fairer, more mellow - but they keep up pretences for the fun of it. a scene in the red lion to demonstrate this - they have a confrontation (”oh, hello, ross - [bitchy comment]”), turns into a bit of verbal sparring, they clearly still hate each other for old time’s sake but there’s a hint of a smile and they both know they’re secretly fond of each other. they don’t go so far as to actually sit down for a drink together - they still go to their separate tables and their separate lives - but you know. it’s a healthier relationship. 

a scene in the graveyard - geoffrey charles is leaving flowers, george comes up behind, hesitates a moment, then finally joins him; it’s awkward and they’re both bristling for a little bit, but finally george begrudgingly tells him he’ll fund his military training. cut to another scene - they’re both in trenwith. it’s still awkward, they’re still expecting something bad from the other, but their hackles aren’t quite so raised. finally, bessie enters the drawing room with francis’ portrait. george has it hung back in its old place above the fireplace. it’s a soft moment between george and geoffrey charles - the beginning of a reconciliation, an understanding, an apology. they both gaze up at the portrait for a moment. finally, george offers him a drink. geoffrey charles accepts. it’s the beginning of a gentler relationship and the ending of a mutually painful animosity. 

george goes to nampara and asks to be taught about mining; ross agrees. when george leaves trenwith, it’s a quiet, joyful, powerful moment of healing and moving on. in the carriage, he has ursula on his lap and valentine sitting beside him with the miniature portrait of elizabeth. george puts his arm around him, a little uncomfortable at first with the tenderness but settling into it, they smile at each other, he starts to talk about mining. as they drive away from trenwith, george and valentine are too absorbed in their own newfound closeness and gentle conversation to look back. from the upstairs window, elizabeth watches them go with a smile. 

in the truro townhouse, the household is busy preparing to move to london. suddenly, a knock at the front door. it’s demelza, dishevelled and frenzied and smiling - they need all hands on deck to bring in the harvest. george resists at first (“me?”), valentine begs to go, he finally relents - and it’s a throwback to the harvesting scene in the beginning of the show. the final scene: music over a montage. all the main characters are helping in the wheat field. it’s soft, sunny, and beautiful. george, in just his shirt sleeves and breeches, is laughing and free, helping pile wheat onto the cart and playing with valentine - chasing him around, picking him up and spinning him around, both of them are smiling. caroline and dwight are throwing stalks of wheat at each other and laughing, caroline’s hair a mess and she’s pretending to care about it, demelza runs up behind her and showers her in wheat, caroline is melodramatically incensed, demelza is laughing, caroline swears revenge and chases after her, female friendships deserve the world. demelza and ross have some stupid romantic moment, like kissing with the sun as a halo behind them. morwenna, her son, and all the school children help (morwenna and her son share a sweet moment), as does rosina and prudie and kitty and geoffrey charles. cary watches at the edge of the field with his arms crossed and a disapproving (but secretly fond) sneer on his face. all the characters are together - draw back to show the cliffs and the sea in the background - fade to black. everyone is set on their path of healing. everyone is where they should be. the french don’t exist. also squeeze george meeting harriet in there somewhere, and for the first time in two years he feels soft and healed enough to begin to love again, slowly, patiently. EVERYTHING IS GOOD, EVERYONE IS HAPPY, GIVE ME A SIMPLE, ORDINARY ENDING INSTEAD OF SOME SORT OF CHAOS WHERE TOO MANY SENSELESS, MEANINGLESS SUBPLOTS WITH NOTHING TO DO WITH THE REST OF THE SHOW OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS ARE CRAMMED IN. I’D RATHER BE UNDERWHELMED AND DISAPPOINTED BY THE SIMPLICITY THAN OVERWHELMED AND GIVEN A HOLLOW, FRENZIED, OVERDRAMATIC NOTHING - but, better yet, give us happiness by giving the characters happiness. thanks for coming to my ted talk

[thesummerstorms]

Did my Pathfinder character who I made approximately two days ago, have no campaign or fic for, and who no one cares about NEED an apartment built in Sims 4? No.

Did I build by Elven Magus scholar a garret/attic apartment anyway? Yes.

The mismatched wood tones and patterns are driving me nuts, but what can you do? Also, I definitely need to install a lighting mod.

It doesn’t feel elf-y enough for me either, but in my defense, Morwenna is a lot more focused on magical scholarship + archery + finding new trashy novels than she is fashion or aesthetics.

[star-wind-shop]

[oetravia]

Drake & Morwenna parallels ↪ staring into the fire

[multimentium]

writer aesthetics

JOHN KEATS:

the lavender in sunsets, flowers in the rain, sunlight slipping through clouds, lazy summer afternoons, the heavy scent of musk, flickering candlelight reflecting off the gold titles of books, fireflies on a cool summer night, being wrapped in fresh bedsheets, the ache of wanting what you can never have, dripping sunlight like gold, loving someone so exquisite, soft lips and soft whispers, fingers through hair, names of lovers carved in trees, broken glass, the insistence of being perpetually dreamy.

F. SCOTT FITZGERALD:

mahogany wood, crisp winter skies with cold bright stars, the solitude of an early autumn morning wrapped in fog, empty bottles on stacks and stacks of books haphazardly placed in a messy room, pale bruised arms reaching out into the darkness, cigarette smoke just barely hiding the scent of alcohol, a wall of books all poetry and old and weathered, a bad thunderstorm occurring at the end of a beautiful day, the way tragedy strikes in your heart but ends up stopping your breathing for a moment, your favorite sweater, parties spilling into four a.m. with the stars above spinning and dancing, the contrast of blood against snow, a purple split lip oozing blood, black eyes fading to blue to pale skin, the butterflies of falling in love for the first time, the statues falling apart over time in cemeteries, the romanticization of self-destruction

FRANZ KAFKA:

the weight of dread that sits heavily in your stomach when thinking about the future, decrepit houses cloaked in mystery from children telling stories of people who died there, the way not even light can escape a black hole, the rich smell of old books, delicate veins in the wrist, ghosts filling lungs, shattered bones, raindrops on the tongue, rusting metal, nostalgia that aches, the way hope feels like a plastic bag over your head

H.P. LOVECRAFT:

the anxiety felt when staring into an unknown cave, pouring rain and mud, a child’s fear of the dark, thinking so many questions about your existence as you stare at the vast expanse of never ending ocean, the silence of three a.m., danse macabre by camille saint-saens playing on a record in an empty house, the possibility of aliens and the weird feeling it gives you that you can’t explain, unexplainable phenomena, strange lights in the sky in the dead of night, ouija boards and urban legends

JACK KEROUAC:

the brisk pine air of being on a mountain, travels without a destination, those nights where you’re missing three hours of memory, screaming to a lifeless desert about how you’re so alive, coffee shops late at night, car rides at night spent speeding and laughing in the dark, naps spent in the sun, novels highlighted and underlined with notes and epiphanies in the margins, the way uncertainty sits on the shoulders, ignoring flaws and loving life, wind through hair, depression as fog in the brain, impossible ideals, a quiet sunrise, walks alone, when you think about trying to discover all the secrets to the universe, dazzling people, open lands stretching out into infinity, falling in love with being alive

EDGAR ALLAN POE:

the ocean’s horizon inseparable from fog, hollow bones, a preserved heart held in hands, twinkling stars above an old graveyard, the way everything turns to dust, silent black birds with eyes full of wisdom, self-inflicted flames, perfection depicted as a rotting corpse, death as bricks in the heart, lips barely brushing against each other, glassy glazed eyes, biting into a lemon, heart-shaped bruises, rotting flowers on a grave, dried blood and spilled liquor, the hush of dusk when it begins raining, the intimacy of a secret

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[latefajr]

Poldark (2018)

[letterfromtrenwith]

Character Mood Board

Morwenna Chynoweth

[thesorcerersapprentice]

OC: Morwenna, Dowager Queen of the Witches (Angharad’s Great Aunt)

“Wisdom is the crown of the crone.”

“Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise“ - Shakespeare, King Lear.

“He was incredibly warm and generous to me, but looking back on it, I still don’t fully understand him. He’s too big to understand. And I think that if you try to make a coherent view of all of this,  you figure out it’s not possible.” (John Richardson on Picasso)

Jumped on mother when she was pregnant, causing an abortion.

Had an affair with her (much younger) butler, who got off on being servile. Asked him to call her “Mummy.” Attempted to adopt him but he ran away.

Referred to her younger, stout housekeeper as “mother” but also publicly voiced sexually charged descriptions of her.

Wrote The Book - one of the most important works on witchcraft.

Stood by while her niece Angharad was sexually assaulted.

Was known as “The Dragon Queen” not only because she was famous for going into sudden, terrible rages and firing her entire entourage but because of how jealously she guarded her world-known collection of artefacts and wealth.

[morwennasdrake]

moodboards - drake x morwenna (poldark series)

“I went... meaning to put you behind me. But all I could think of was you. Day and night, sun and moon, sleeping, waking, working, dreaming. My life is nought without you.”

[dammitfeanor]

Character Aesthetic: Morwenna 

a porcelain bride in an airless glamour - the shadow doll survives its occasion under glass, under wraps, it stays even now, after all, discreet about visits, fevers, quickenings and lusts

[drake-morwenna]

D&M / 004 | Poldark 3.2 ~ Flowers

[lumiereandcogsworth]

rules: tag people u wanna know better

tagged by @brian-zeller thank you my bro

your name and what you would have named yourself: lydia, and when i was like five i wanted to change it to jessie! true story! i did not like my name as a kid. but i’m glad i’m lydia i think i’ve grown into it.

astrological sign (sun/moon/rising if you know them): sagittarius and i do not know the other stuff

when did you join tumblr and why: january of 2019 because jess said lyd how do you not have a tumblr and i said i have no idea! i ran a successful superwholock instagram and pinterest for several years and just never made the jump i could not tell you why but i’m glad to be here now!

top five fandoms: beauty and the beast consumes most of my mind but... watcher entertainment, schitt’s creek, coco, and poldark

top five films: beauty and the beast 2017, forrest gump, coco, big fish, back to the future, pride & prejudice yes i know that’s six too bad

go-to song when you wanna Feel something: multipled by needtobreathe, even if by mercyme, annie’s song by john denver, fireworks by first aid kit, alive in you by jesus culture, idk, really depends on the mood.

what’s your religion or faith if you have one: christian! lutheran, specifically. but yeah

a song that makes you feel seen: eh i don’t relate to songs like that. annie’s song by john denver and multipled by needtobreathe hit me the most.

if you could have any career: a successful author or screenwriter or director or something

do you have a type? dev patel. lmao but idk, nice smile, nice eyes, nice hair?? respectful?? FUNNY????

what does your heart/soul yearn for? a soulmate and a love to last years

if you had to describe yourself in five words to someone who doesn’t know you: i’m kind and also sarcastic <3

favorite subjects in school: in high school i liked my electives most. creative writing, ceramics, painting, nutrition and wellness, life skills. i promise it was a normal shitty american public high school i just didn’t care much for the regular classes. although i did like a lot of my senior year classes, english, environmental science, government/economics— but i think that was cuz i was friends with everyone and we all had senioritis and were fuckin around the whole time lmao. anyway. i’m a comparative ethnic studies major now!

where does your soul feel most at home? surrounded by my family (both actual family and my close good friends <3)

top 5 fictional characters: adam, belle, morwenna, rafael barba, ben wyatt

top 3 moments in a show that made you ugly cry: bro literally every finale of any show i’ve finished??? especially schitt’s creek, friends, the office, poldark... finales get me every time. only specific scene i can think of right now was in poldark when dwight and caroline’s daughter died and dwight just went to ross and burst into tears and hugged ross sobbing. did some real ugly crying there.

the earth, the sun, the moon, or the stars: the stars!!!!!!!!!!

favorite kind of weather: sunny enough that i don’t have to wear a jacket but i’m not going to catch on fire standing still.

top 3 characters you kin with: uhh what did we say. ben wyatt, nick miller, and cogsworth. incredible combination.

favorite medium of art: to admire? i don’t know, paintings, maybe. movies? music? dance? it’s all good and i’m always amazed by people’s abilities and talents!!! to perform for myself, however? writing

introvert/extrovert/ambivert? what is the last one?? is that like something in the middle? root word: ambivalent? maybe i’m that. i usually say introvert, though.

a favorite literary quote: “music saved something inside them that might otherwise have been lost. imagination, power, a glowing spark in their chests that always reminded them: “don’t let the bastards tell you what to be, go your own way, dance badly and sing loudly and become the best!”” from Fredrik Backman’s Us Against You

some of your favorite books: well! anything Fredrik Backman has written. he’s my favorite author. particularly though: beartown and its sequel, mentioned above. I also like the first fifteen lives of harry august, the goldfinch, sam, and uhh... to kill a mockingbird.

if you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be? i’ve no idea! i’ve been so few places!! i’ll go anywhere!!

if you could live in any time in history when would it be? dream aesthetic, i’m an 18th century noble’s daughter. though i wouldn’t really want to be a woman at any point except present day. but also gotta love that 1970s aesthetic babey!!

if you could play any instrument masterfully it would be: guitar or drums or both

if you have one, what mythological god or goddess do you feel a connection to: i do not have one!

and lastly, favorite recent selfie in your camera roll: here have a very random but accurate aesthetic board of me instead!

tagging: @ilikebigassbuttsandicannotlie @enchanted-keys @joenicky @eccleston @hiddenblood @queenamidalas @ceasarslegion + anyone who wants to :-)