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aragima · 4 years ago

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hannibal questions! 🍖🔪

@nietzscheantrout @horrorlesbians and @hanniba1 wanted me to answer these hannibal questions and i wrote too much but oh well! thanks to all 3 of you ilu!!!

favorite episode and why: oh we’re just goin straight to the hard questions huh um OKAY so i think i can only do an ep a season - s1: SORBET SUPREMACY! you get to see the exact moment will looks at hannibal and thinks “.........shit. it’s him isn’t it. he’s The One. SHIT.” and that is so important to me - s2: this one is really hard maybe naka-choko? it’s so fucking gay and sexy. but tome-wan... but mizumono............ yeah idk - s3: torn between digestivo and the wrath of the lamb cuz they both hurt SOOO good much; i love will breaking up with hannibal and hannibal manipulating the situation so will can’t leave asldkjansk it’s so toxic we have to stan..... and for twotl i mean do i really have to give a reason every scene LIVES in my mind and it contains my favorite shot in the whole show:

that is LOVE baby! that is DESIRE! that is being ENTHRALLED!!!!

least favorite episode and why: i feel like they’re all so necessary that it’s kind of impossible to say but probably antipasto. i get sick of hannibal and bedelia’s shenanigans really quickly and as much as i hate to admit it... i miss will. i also think it was an extremely weak season opener and i blame it for getting the show canceled sjshshsgsg the resentment...

favorite side character: chiyoh or jimmy or actually wait— RANDALL TIER 🖤

if you could bring back one character who died, who would it be?: RANDALL FUCKING TIER. i want there to be a weird thing with him and hannibal and will going on. but also i love what his death did for will so idfk, other than him it’s gotta be beverly

dish prepared in the show that you would like to try eating/making: i was supposed to make hannibal’s osso bucco recipe like 3 weeks ago but it completely slipped my mind so i guess i’ll get on that my next grocery trip

which side character would you kill off?: chilton just because for god’s sake just let the man DIE ALREADY poor guy <- i’m taking ava’s answer because YEAH

was there any scene that you didn’t like to look at?: nah. the skin ripping scenes at the beginning of either kaiseki or sakizuki (idk i don’t remember, i hardly watch s2a) are particularly brutal but i tough it out

biggest ship: i mean do i even have to say

why did you start watching hannibal?: my wife, who was my girlfriend at the time, and her dad were watching it as it was airing and i was like “oh cool hannibal lecter origin story” but due to inconsistent access to the episodes i would just watch it randomly and that is... not the way to watch hannibal. i gave up around the end of s2 but knew hannigram was It regardless. i decided to watch s3 for the first time earlier this year just to have finished it and was like HOLD UP and did an immediate rewatch that left me... well, how i am now

favorite hannibal fic if you’ve read any?:

oh boy. yall ready for this? all of these can be found on ao3 obviously (i’m so sorry this is so long but i guess i’ve been asked to put together a fic rec anyway)

as soft, as wide as air by blackknightsatellite, the ladders series by emungere, blackbird by emungere, consenting to dream series by emungere, taken for rubies by emungere, at first meeting by emungere, protect me from what i want by @alienfuckeronmain, god of the cold, cold wars by highermagic, the abyss smiled back by highermagic, pomegranate seeds by highermagic, absolute zero by highermagic, in the truly gruesome do we trust by sidnihoudini, TKO by sidnihoudini, oh dear by lunarwench, each according to its kind by chapparral_crown, a flood in our hearts by nanoochka, let me sinful be by darlingred, uncomplicated by stratumgermanitivum & youaremydesign, good bones by @damnslippyplanet, like they do in babylon by @damnslippyplanet, your obedient servant by kareliasweet, past our satellites by shotgunsinlace, only the tender meat by isagel, the shape of me will always be you by missdisoriental, a white-walled room by rodabonor, spleen et idéal by rodabonor, the paper doll series by rodabonor, a common point of interest by rodabonor [i do NOT like a/b/o stuff but if i did... it’s this fic], just thought you should know by earthsickwithoutyou, the sacrificial lamb by princesskay, transcendent suffering by itsbeautiful, not something polite by moistdrippings, leave your message after the tone by onewhositswithturtles, holes in the floor of the mind by feverdreamblood, crossing caina by feverdreamblood, the archipelago series by melusine10, but seas between us braid hae roar’d by kareliasweet

have you watched any of the hannibal films?: yeah all of them except manhunter! i grew up watching silence of the lambs because my mom loved it and i went thru a big edward norton phase as a teen so i’ve seen red dragon like 10 times

have you read the thomas harris books?: no and i’m not going to lmao #fakefan

favorite murder tableau: if we’re talking just hannibal’s- the judge. if we’re talking Murder Bad But Kinda Pretty like in general probably the mushroom people or the totem

favorite blood spill: will imagining hannibal while he beats randall to death or The Gutting of Will Graham

what’re some of your headcanons?: - will is good at shibari (backed up in canon: his fishing knots, the firefly man’s full body hishi karada harness) - hannibal rarely listens to modern, non-classical music but he’s a björk fan and he saw one of her chapel performances during the vespertine era and was Moved - will listens to classic rock (zeppelin, the doors, pink floyd) with some classic country (patsy, merle, johnny) and blues (billie, muddy, bessie) thrown in. he’s also a sucker for early/mid-90s college rock/alternative/grunge - will plays the piano (because of the piano in his living room) and the harmonica (because he’s country white trash); he’s kind of shit tho - hannibal fell for will somewhere between “my thoughts are often not tasty” and “you won’t like me when i’m psychoanalyzed” (love at first sight! at last sight! at ever and ever sight!!!) - will’s circumcised, hannibal isn’t 🤪 - hannibal’s a gemini!!!! adaptable, creative, intelligent, outgoing, impulsive, etc - will’s an aquarius!!!!! analytical, a loner, temperamental, unique, compassionate, etc - will’s mom was jewish go read my fic about it https://archiveofourown.org/works/26774326 - hannibal is an agender man (tbh i think of this as canon, it’s just unstated/undefined) - hannibal can speak russian, spanish, and a teensy bit of portuguese in addition to the other languages we know he speaks (lithuanian, english, french, italian, japanese) - will speaks limited amounts of french; he learned it as a kid in louisiana - ED TW will sometimes has a Difficult relationship with food due to food instability by the way of poverty as a kid and goes through periods where it’s hard to keep himself fed, but hannibal is so good for him in that way because he keeps him from going hungry 😓 (yes this is me projecting but also it makes SENSE) - hannibal typically bottoms but THEY DEFINITELY ARE BOTH VERS and will never stops being surprised by how much he loves catching a dick. every time is like religious experience. okay? okay - they’re also both very kinky and switches but tbh.... will was made to Dom hannibal like that’s the reason he exists he could drag that old bitch around by a leash and hannibal would be in heaven HANNIBAL WOULD CALL HIM SIR - the first time they have sex hannibal comes like immediately but he isn’t embarrassed because he’s hannibal fucking lecter and hannibal lecter doesn’t get embarrassed - i have a hc for their favorite sex positions but i’m not gonna put that here because i don’t want yall calling me crazy any more than you probably already do but if you wanna know just DM me all i do is think about them fucking it’s a curse - okay no more dirty stuff abigail called hannibal “dad” on more than one occasion and it was half-joking but it also felt comfortable to her; she never thought to call will “dad” because he’s a weirdo and never knew her as much as he knew his idea of her - hannibal taught her to play piano at the cliff house - beverly is pansexual!!! - brian and jimmy kissed one time when they were drunk and they NEVER talk about it EVER - chiyoh is straight probably. i know, i know, everyone says she’s a lesbian and if she’s a lesbian to you that’s awesome! she’s a lesbian! but idk i just think she’s SO fucking straight and tbh i mourn bc that’s my wife. she could MAYBE be bicurious... - chiyoh is non-monogamous and doesn’t do serious relationships, she doesn’t like the idea of being tied to one person ever since she left the lecter castle - she helped hannibal and will escape after The Fall; she told hannibal she would continue to watch over him and i think she did, she got them a boat and got them the fuck out of there - MOLLY IS DOING SO MUCH BETTER WITHOUT WILL. SHE’S SO GLAD SHE GOT OUT OF THAT WHEN SHE DID. she has a good, long talk with alana and finds out all the shit about him and hannibal that will never told her (and it was a lot), gets drunk and burns all his shit, and then washes her hands of the whole thing; moves to a different state, gets a girlfriend, and never thinks about will again

okay i’m capping it there or i’m never gonna stop!! i’m not tagging anyone cuz i think everyone has done this by now lmao but if you’re a mutual who hasn’t and you want to just do it and say i tagged you!! mwah!!!!

#blood #long post #hannigram fic rec #hc

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valaza04 · 5 years ago

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Never Again

wow this is new; me writing? not v common is it lmao. also i suck at titles i’m sorry oop-

Ship(s): Analogical

Word Count: 1,734

TW: overworking, passing out, cursing, slight mention of hunger, crying, sickness

A/N: alright, let’s do this

Just one more page. Then Logan would go to sleep. One more page.

One more page.

The problem with that statement?

He had been saying “one more page” for the past two hours. He counted.

But it was fine; he was fine. He was fine with working all day and night; it was his job. If Logan didn’t do it, who would?

So he would keep working.

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Logan couldn’t keep working. Logan couldn’t keep staying up until 3 AM working on scripts and storyboards for Thomas. It wasn’t healthy.

He did anyway.

Logan felt the small pang of hunger course through his stomach and ignored it. I’ll go eat once this page is done. One page became two. Then three, then four, then six, then ten. Ten minutes became twenty, became forty, became fifty, up until Logan was used to that pang of hunger and didn’t pay it any mind.

Was he tired? Of course He wasn’t tired. He could work all night— and he should work all night. After all, if he didn’t do it, who would?

The others wouldn’t miss him anyway.

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The others missed Logan.

Virgil could tell by the way Patton’s shoulders slumped when he finally realized that Logan wasn’t coming downstairs to get breakfast, and then put his food in the fridge for Logan to get when he did come down.

Virgil could tell by the way Roman was much quieter than he usually was, not dancing around as much and not belting out Broadway and Disney songs as often as he used to. When questioned about it, he’d smile softly at the other person and say, “It’s not as much dancing and yelling when there’s no one to stop you and no one to watch you.”

Virgil could tell by the way that he himself was much more secluded, keeping his headphones on most of the time, some days not coming out of his room at all. He was tense all the time now; Logan wasn’t there to offer his usual methods of comfort, which were much different from Roman’s or Patton’s. Logan was more quiet than the other two, and therefore understood how to handle Virgil well when he was feeling overwhelmed or overstimulated. He would read a book to him or play a movie for him or talk to him about astronomy or even just sit there with him in silence, knowing that sometimes Virgil just needed someone to sit with him quietly.

“Logan?” Virgil paused, and when the only answer he received was silence, he continued. “I know you’re in there. And I’m gonna come in whether you let me in or not.” More silence. Virgil’s anxiety started kicking in and his throat started closing up a bit. It was too quiet. Logan was never that quiet, even when he wanted to be. “I’m coming in, Lo,” said Virgil, surprised that the door was unlocked and walked in.

It was freezing in here.

Then Virgil’s gaze landed on Logan. He was hunched over—already a bad sign—his desk, and Virgil could hear the soft writing of a pen on paper. There was a blanket pulled tightly around his shoulders, and…. there were papers. Papers thrown all around the desk, crumbled papers overflowing from the trash, as if in a movie.

He slowly walked closer to Logan, his jacket still pulled tight around him to keep him warm. “Lo…?” Virgil said warily, right behind him now. Logan jumped suddenly, seeming to finally hear him, and fell off his chair, his blanket having fallen off too. “Logan…”

This was not good. Logan was looking up at Virgil, his eyes wide and red and puffy, as if he had been crying, his face bright red and his nose resembling Rudolph’s. He was trembling from the cold, which would make sense since he didn’t have his blanket anymore, but the more concerning thing was… Logan was sweating. His hair was wet and stuck to his face, and Logan finally seemed to notice this and quickly wiped it off with his hand, pushing his hair back. “Virgil.”

“Lo, what…?”

“Virgil, I-“ Logan blinked up at him and then, instead of continuing his statement, started trying to get up.

“Oh-” Virgil quickly reacted and reached down, grabbing Logan’s hand and pulling him up before jumping back and saying, “Dude, L- your- your hand—”

Logan’s hands were freezing. Even colder than Virgil’s own hands, and his hands were pretty freaking cold.

“I-I must get back to my… my work, Virgil.” Logan turned to go back to his desk and got to the edge before swaying dangerously and grabbing onto the desk for stability.

Virgil’s protective reflexes kicked in and he jumped forward, grabbing Logan’s waist to stabilize him. “Lo, stop.”

“No, I- I have to- to do… this,” mumbled Logan, his words now slurring together slightly as he gripped the table harder, his knuckles white from holding it so tightly.

“L—”

“I have to— finish this—”

“Logan—”

“I—” Logan turned to face Virgil and whispered, “I can’t,” before taking a step forward and promptly falling into Virgil’s arms.

“Logan!” exclaimed Virgil as he caught him. Logan was slumped in his arms, sagging against him, his breathing labored and his skin now burning hot to the touch. Virgil lifted him slightly and looked at his face to see if he was awake, finding that Logan had passed out and was unconscious in Virgil’s arms.

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It was dark, and it was cold, and Logan didn’t want anything more than to leave and go back to his work; working was safe. No one could judge you—not until later, anyway—and you couldn’t hurt anyone and it couldn’t hurt you. It was perfect.

This was not perfect.

Logan didn’t like this feeling, the feeling of dread he was getting from… wherever he was. The feeling of loneliness, the feeling of anxiety, the feeling of fear.

He was terrified.

He didn’t know where he was, or what happened to get him here, but he did know that he was absolutely positively terrified and that he wanted to leave now.

And then there was a voice. A voice that, although it sounded familiar, he couldn’t put a finger on who it was. A voice that broke through the fear and calmed Logan, soothing him.

A voice that Logan wanted to listen to forever and ever and ever because if this was what it would feel like every time they spoke, Logan never wanted to hear anything else but their voice.

And when the voice told him that it was okay, that he was okay, that he could relax and that it was all going to be okay, Logan sighed softly in content and slept.

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“Hey, L,” said Virgil softly, brushing hair gently out of the sleeping facet’s face. “It’s Virgil, again.” He swallowed slowly and continued. “Uhm… it’s been four days now. Patton, of course, is still really worried; he won’t stop baking no matter what we try, and insists that he has to make all your favorites for when you wake up. We aren’t gonna tell him, but he’s made all your favorites four times already.” Virgil chuckled quietly.

“Roman is… quiet. Reserved. He keeps coming up with video ideas and running downstairs yelling ‘Logan! Logan, I have an idea,’” Virgil chuckled again at his impersonation of Roman before a small frown returned to his face. “And then he realizes that you’re not down there and he gets this look on his face and just goes back upstairs.

“I’m not very sure you want to hear about me,” said Virgil with a small smile on his face, “so I won’t talk about me.” The smile dropped and Virgil sighed, his shoulders slumping as he grabbed Logan’s hand. “We miss you, L. I miss you. No matter what you think, we love you, and we want you to be okay. So, please… not even for me, or even Roman, just… for Patton’s sake, please… wake up soon, okay?” And then Virgil closed his eyes, wished to any deity that was out there as hard as he possibly could, and gently pressed his lips against Logan’s forehead.

——————

“Six days, Logan. Six. It’s hell without you here,” said Virgil honestly, his voice quiet and rough, his eyes red from crying. He knew, logically, that Logan would wake up; he was one of Thomas’s main sides, he had to.

Did he?

“I just… I really miss you, Lo,” whispered Virgil before pressing his forehead to Logan’s hand. squeezing his eyes shut as more tears began to come and his voice started cracking. “Just- please, Logan, please tell me you’re okay.” Virgil completely broke down and his head fell against Logan’s chest, his hands gripping Logan’s tightly as he sobbed. He had only ever cried like this when he was alone; he’d never let the other two know that he was this sad, although he knew that they probably had figured it out.

“Are you crying?”

Virgil jumped up and looked at Logan’s face, his eyeshadow running down his cheeks and his cheeks bright and his nose red. He opened his mouth but no sound came out, and he just stared at Logan.

“Why are you crying? Is everything alright?”

“Logan,” whispered Virgil before throwing his arms around him. “God, you dumbass, I— you—”

Logan grunted softly when Virgil hugged him but smiled a little and hugged him back. “I know. I’m sorry—”

“Never do that to me again, you piece of shit,” said Virgil, his voice muffled by Logan’s shirt as he buried his face into his shoulder.

“Of course, Stardust. Never again.”

#overworking tw #passing out tw #cursing tw #hunger tw #crying tw #sickness tw #analogical #logan sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #thomas sanders #sanders sides #logan x virgil #andrea writes

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mooxnlights · 6 years ago

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Never a Burden - Part Two

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Characters: Tommy x reader, Polly, Ada, Charlie, Karl

Warnings: none, swearing, pregnancy

Word Count: 1,788

Requested: Yes

Anon: Please do part two of never a burden???

@maddeecarter: I realllly liked the Thomas Shelby- Burden writing. Would it be possible to do a part 2? Or just a separate thing where the reader tells tommy she’s pregnant? If not, that’s ok! Your writing was really good and I could imagine the shock of the reader as Polly mentioned a baby so I thought it could be an idea!

@holdyourselfinmyhands: Loved your tommy Shelby fic! It Was so good. Was wondering if you were gonna do a second part to it? X

Plus a few of you even got in my messages lmao.

A/N: You have probably all forgotten about this because I’m trash and have taken so long to get this written but here is part two. You can read part one here. Also Lizzy and her kid don’t exist because I h8 her so with that let’s get onto the story.

y/n = your name

It had been two weeks since your incident at the betting shop, two weeks since Polly had come up with the ridiculous notion that you were pregnant, only it wasn’t so ridiculous. Tommy had given you the rest of the week off with pay despite your protests, insisting that you needed rest. Rest wasn’t at all what you got though as the day after you had fainted in your boyfriend’s office Polly had booked you an appointment to confirm her gut feeling.

It has been two weeks since you found out you were pregnant with Thomas Shelby’s baby. Two weeks of keeping this secret to yourself. It’s not that you didn’t want to tell Tommy you were just terrified of what his reaction would be. What if he didn’t want another kid? What if Grace was the only woman he wanted to bear his children? You couldn’t say that the timing was the worst it could be, things with Tommy’s work had gradually started to slow down to a bearable pace and wasn’t so crazy, it had actually slowed down enough for him to do exactly what he had hoped, take a few days off a week leaving things in the hands of his brothers as he helped out with your siblings. Although in terms of what you had going on at home you had no idea how you would handle a pregnancy and eventually a child in the midst of everything.

True to his word Tommy had trusted doctors looking after your mother in the nicest room of the closest hospital after she had been diagnosed with pneumonia, the doctors had reassured you that they had caught it in the early stages and she just needed some professional care and monitoring for a short while. Most of Tommy’s visits consisted of him bringing Charlie around, taking you and your brothers out to the pictures, or driving and accompanying you, your brothers and father up to the hospital to visit your mother. Thomas had also graciously been taking care of the bills and groceries at your home so that your father could have some time off work to help look after the kids, having one of the blinders take over his shifts at the factory that way he wouldn’t be sacked and could still get his pay check. To say that your family had become quite fond of Tommy would be an understatement. Your parents saw him as a guardian angel who had swooped in at the perfect time and were extremely grateful for everything he has been doing for you all. Your brothers very quickly became attached after the first full day Tommy had spent with them, ever since then they don’t seem to stop asking when he’s next visiting or telling you about how great he is.

You were currently bouncing Charlie on your knee as he babbled some unintelligible toddle gibberish to you while Tommy was in the middle of some type of chasing game with the boys, their shouts and laughs filling the house. Your father was spending the afternoon at the hospital with your mum, despite Tommy’s offers to drive him there your dad insisted that the 30 minute walk would be good for him. You stood up, holding Charlie on your hip at the sound of a knock on the door that you could have easily missed due to the thundering footsteps coming from upstairs. Walking to the door and opening it your eyes went wide at the site of Polly waiting at the threshold accompanied by Ada who had little Karl clinging to her hand. This couldn’t be good.

“What are you doing here Pol?” You questioned sternly.

She said nothing as she walked past you and towards the living room where you were just sitting, Ada smiled apologetically as she gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before following Polly in. You quickly shut the door and were right behind them, putting Charles down on the floor next to Karl who had discovered a pile of toys left behind by your brothers.

“I think a congratulations is in order,” Ada announced with a grin looking at you knowingly as she and Polly took a seat on the couch.

“Jesus Polly,” you groaned settling into the armchair across from them and resting your head in your hands, “I haven’t even told Tommy yet, you can’t just-”

“Haven’t told Tommy what?”

You tensed and remained still, you had missed the sudden silence that had come from upstairs that was the result of your boyfriend halting his antics with your siblings at the sound of visitors. You could feel his presence mere meters from you as he walked further into the room.

The silence was deafening before Polly spoke up, “that’s actually what we’re here about, why don’t you two go for a walk and we’ll watch the boys while you're out.”

“I really don’t think-” you began before Tommy cut you off.

“Great idea Pol, come on then y/n,” he responded, the agitation in his voice evident as went over to Charlie and gave him a kiss on the cheek before getting up and swiftly walking towards the door pulling on his coat.

With a sigh you glanced towards the two women still sat on the couch watching you carefully, both giving you a look that told you it was time. You walked over to where Tommy was waiting and called out to your brothers that you would be back soon and to come down and meet Karl. Pulling on your own coat you quickly made your way outside, paces ahead of Tommy who was still closing your front door.

Neither of you said a word as you walked, Tommy having caught up now and keeping a firm grip on your upper arm to slow you down, it took 10 minutes of complete silence before you came to a stop at the docks. There were people around, a lot of them Tommy’s guys that were loading up small and large boats, you took barely any notice of them however as you took a seat on a random crate that was out of the way of the workers.

“So are you going to tell me what the fuck is going on?” Tommy questioned lighting a cigarette.

You looked around at your surroundings scrunching your nose up as you pictured all the other more tasteful ways you could have told him, immediately regretting keeping this information to yourself for so long.

“Well?” He pressed at your silence, his irritation at this new found secrecy apparent, “what are you not telling me that for some reason my sister and fucking aunt already know about, hey?”

“Don’t be mad,” you muttered watching as he paced in front of you taking drag after drag of his cigarette.

“Why shouldn't I be mad? We're meant to tell each other shit y/n, what could possibly be going on that you're not-”

“I’m pregnant Tommy,” you interrupted looking away from him. Not wanting to see the look on his face when you told him, terrified of his reaction.

There was a long silence before you heard scraping against the gravel, you slowly moved your gaze and saw Tommy sitting down on another crate in front of you. You held his gaze as he threw his cigarette to the side and took your hands in his while clearing his throat.

“Are you happy?” He asked seriously, looking into your eyes.

“What do you mean?” You questioned looking down at your joined hands.

“I mean are you happy about the situation? Do you want a child?”

“I’ve always wanted to be a mum you know that,” you sighed, “but right now I’m more concerned about you. Are you happy about this? About this happening now?”

“There’s not going to ever be a perfect time to have a kid y/n but I mean, with Charlie still so young, it’d be nice to have another little one around his age running about.”

You noticed the smile tugging at his lips as he spoke causing a wave of relief to rush over you, but you still had to ask.

“So you are okay with all of this? You want to have a baby with me?”

“I want to have everything with you,” he said sincerely. “And I’m going to do it right this time, I’m not going to let anyone ever hurt you or the baby.”

You could see in his eyes the pain he felt when he thought about everything that happened with Grace and Charlie, but he was determined to never expose you to that life, because if he did and something were to happen to you it would be the end of him. You were his saviour, you taught him to love when he was so sure he’d never feel that way about another woman again. And now you’ve given him the greatest gift he could have asked for.

You stayed quiet as Tommy stood pulling you up with him and turning to walk, one hand in yours, tugging you along gently back towards your home.

“So, do you have any names in mind?” He asked with a smile.

“I’ve been so stressed about finding a way to tell you I haven't even thought that far down the line yet,” you respond with a giggle moving closer to his side and holding onto his arm with the hand that wasn't holding his.

He didn’t respond to this, obviously not liking the idea that you didn’t feel like you could come to him straight away with this news.

“What are you hoping for? Boy or girl?” You questioned changing the subject.

“I don’t mind, as long as everything goes smoothly with the two of you I’m happy with either.”

“Oh come on, surely you have a preference,” you stated calling out his bluff, to which he simply smiled and looked down to the ground. “Well I for one would love a girl, we have too many boys right now, plus they're so exhausting, I should know, I’m raising four of them.”

“Four?”

“Well yeah, my brothers, Charlie and you. With your behaviour and recklessness you're practically a child,” you teased looking over at him.

“A child am I?” Tommy mused grinning, letting go of your hand and wrapping his arm around you to pull you closer to him

“Mhm, I’m telling you its a good thing you've got me around to keep you out of trouble,” you joked as you leaned into his side continuing your trek down the street.

“It is a good thing indeed my love,” Tommy replied softly before pressing a long kiss to your forehead.

#Peaky Blinders #peaky blinders fanfic #peaker blinders imagine #thomas shelby #Tommy Shelby #tommy shelby x reader #Tommy shelby imagine #thomas Shelby imagine #thomas shelby x reader #cillian murphy

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im-basically-logan · 7 years ago

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Happy Density Day!

haha get it cuz the formula for density looks like a heart. I still dont know how to title things. Analogical V-Day fic anybody? (quick note- sorry if the pacing is sorta weird??? idk how story writing works. personally my favorite part is the last few paragraphs lmao)

Summary: Logan wants to give Virgil a poem for Valentine’s Day, but wants to make it as perfect as possible. Either way, Virgil loves it. Words: 2,796 Ship: Analogical, Royality (tho, it’s only briefly mentioned and analogical is the focus) TW: Kissing, sleeping at bad hours, uh... Patton tackles Roman playfully at one point Please send me an ask/message if I need to add a trigger. Genre: Fluff!!

@riverbendover @nokatai-realm @crowsketches @living-on-the-virge

It was about 3 days before Valentine’s Day and as much as Logan would usually show nonchalance or distaste towards the holiday, he’s been Virgil’s boyfriend for 8 months now. He wasn’t going to brush off their first Valentine’s Day. He was going to make the perfect card for his Virgil even if it meant he didn’t get any sleep that week. Well, that was an exaggeration and Virgil would probably ask as to why Logan’s sleep schedule had suddenly done a 180. But nonetheless, Logan was going to make a nice little card.

Logan started out with printer paper as a planning stage, wondering what to actually put in the card. He went through scribbled out drawings, minimalistic pictures, telling Virgil how beautiful he was, and finally settled on writing a poem. He was good at those. Usually.

His trash can in his room began filling with balled up clumps of paper which were drafts that he deemed not good enough.

“Clothes are dark as space, but eyes as bright as the stars. I hope-- No.” Logan mumbled the poem out loud to himself, then crumpled up the paper, threw it to the side, and started anew. The side of his hand was turning gray from being left-handed and the graphite of the pencil he was using. “I cannot describe to you how much I love you. It was a revelation when I had discovered my feelings for you. Like when Newton discovered gravity. It was fundamental to understanding life as you are fundamental to me understanding emotions…” He tapped the pencil against his head quickly, trying to think. It sounded… Like something. It wasn’t too bad, but he decided to trash and rewrite it again. It was probably just fine, but Logan was a perfectionist.

He began writing a bit more before deciding to create the decorations on the light purple construction paper he found for the actual card. He had the equation 128√e980 written along over the spine while the card was flattened. The equation was supposed to be read while the card was closed and turned a certain way, and it would read “I love you” from being folded in half. He found the little trick while looking up ways to say I love you to a partner. In pen he neatly wrote inside the cover of the card the beginning to his poem to Virgil. The beginning was the only thing he was happy with at the moment, but he would add more later. He checked his watch and read 11:30 pm. He sighed, put his materials away and went to bed. Although made sure to put the card neatly into the drawer of his desk. It was only 2 days before Valentine’s Day and he barely had anything! He wanted to keep working on it, but also sleeping was important and he and the others were working on getting a full night’s rest. Besides, Virgil would badger him in the morning about it and he couldn’t have his boyfriend find his surprise.

Logan went through the next day rather smoothly: Nice comebacks to Roman, reminding Thomas of important events, and of course a few nice kisses with Virgil in the middle of it all. Patton always grinned if he caught them and Roman always teased them until Logan mentioned it was almost Valentine’s Day.

“We are allowed to have physical affection, especially around this time of year, correct?” Logan asked Roman, raising a brow with a pouting expression.

“Well I suppose so, but… You two are such nerds!” Roman responded weakly, unable to come up with a witty reply. Patton butted in, putting his arm around Roman’s shoulders.

“Now, don’t be mean, Roman. It’s your time of the year, isn’t it? Valentine’s Day! A day of Roman-ce.” Patton laughed and Virgil, who was leaning slightly against Logan, snickered. Logan sighed with a very small hint of a smile while Roman rolled his eyes with a laugh. He exited with Patton, most likely about to go on an adventure or brainstorm. Logan, although, had a pit in his stomach as he was constantly reminded Valentine’s Day was just around the corner.

Such terrible planning on my end… He thought, biting the inside of his mouth before kissing Virgil on the head as they went to do their own separate things for now. He sank out and went to his room, relieved to find it just as it was when he left it. He hadn’t taken out his trash yet, but he assumed Virgil wouldn’t go digging through it at least and see the drafts. Checking his watch, which read 8:30 pm, Logan pulled out the drawer and took out the card. He drew a little density equation on the back, coloring in the little heart that the symbols for mass over volume created. He then opened the card back up, rereading the beginning of the poem he kept from a draft.

“I don’t believe I’ll be able to explain my love towards you. Like how it is a mystery as to the true way the universe was created despite the many theories. How the chances of us existing together may have been smaller than a quark, But we managed to exist and come together.” Logan sat down at his desk and began writing a bit more, once again mumbling the words to himself as he wrote. “Your mind can be as far away as a galaxy,

but I’d travel the light years.

You’re a fundamental element in my life, Like gravity to planets and stars.” He bit the bottom of his lip, unable to think of anything else to add. “I can’t even write a simple poem…” He murmured to himself, dropping his pencil. He kept his head up with his left hand, trying to think. There wasn’t any specific pattern or rhyme to the poem. It was purely just him rambling about how great Virgil is in metaphors about space and science. Would Virgil even enjoy that? He created a small, curvy border with a blue pen on the inside of the card, but cringed as he looked back to the unfinished poem. Then he put another line. “I am and always will be unable to express how much I care for you.” It was true, but the poem felt too short and he barely had an idea on how to end it. He wrote on the other half of the inside of the card “Happy Valentine’s Day, Virgil. Love, Logan”, drew a simplistic galaxy on the front, and went back to his previous position of laying his head atop his hand. Instead of coming up with any ideas, Logan somehow fell asleep on his hand. He took his nap for about 4 hours, waking up at the superb hour of around 1 am and his head ended up on the desk with his hand still upright. Great. Only 1 day until Valentine’s Day and he was barely done with his card. He dug his hands into his hair in frustration. It should have been easy to write a poem. But no it was going to be difficult and now he was tired as hell. He decided to create the blue borders on the outside of the card while waiting for the others to get up. After finishing the border, which did look rather nice, he put it back in the desk drawer and went to sleep in his bed this time. Although he didn’t fall asleep immediately. Of course not. He was thinking about what Virgil would think if he barely had anything to give. The poem was pretty choppy… he should rewrite it again. What if Virgil didn’t even want a card? Would chocolates have been better?

Luckily, Logan didn’t stay up late enough to question anymore as he crashed into sleep while thinking about Virgil. Said side must have felt Logan still being awake because he made his way into Logan’s room having woke up early himself. It was dark so he couldn’t see the trash can of the Valentine’s drafts but he could feel his way over to Logan’s bed and curled into his chest almost like a human-sized cat. Before going back to sleep, he kissed Logan’s cheek and put his head half on some pillow and half on the mattress with his head lying against the top of Logan’s chest. He didn’t mind sleeping like this, in fact if he was resting next to Logan on just a mattress he’d be content like that as well.

In the morning, the actual morning of about 7:45 am, Logan found a Virgil sleeping next to him. He sighed dreamily, then remembered that he still hadn’t thrown out his god damn drafts yet. Logan tried to move as subtly and quietly as possible to not wake Virgil. He eventually got out of bed and moved the plastic bin under his desk quickly as he heard Virgil shuffling on the bed. Then he went back over his bed, kissing Virgil’s forehead.

“Virge? C’mon, it’s almost 8 o’ clock,” Logan said, looking at his watch. Virgil was awake, but he kept his eyes closed as he replied,”I don’t wanna.”

“Patton’s making french toast.” “5 more minutes.”

“We both know that means 5 more hours, metaphorically and even literally at times.”

“Shush, nerd.” Virgil eventually opened his eyes and got up, his hair messy and partially standing. Logan smirked at the other’s appearance, holding out his hand for Virgil to take. So Virgil takes it gladly and they move on with the rest of their day.

Logan had barely any opportunities to work on his card but while there was a short lull he managed to write a few more lines. “You’re nothing short of breath taking. A star should be named after you. No, a galaxy.”

He stopped as he felt a presence in his room. It was Patton. Oh thank god. They both headed off to the commons to discuss with the other two about the big day tomorrow.

“What are you two doing?” Roman asked Virgil and Logan. They both shrugged, but Logan of course, had a small gift to finish.

“Why are you asking?” Virgil replied. “What are you doing, Princey?” Roman was about to respond when he was suddenly tackled by Patton on the couch, letting out a boisterous laugh.

“Well of course, romantic things! Anyways, I thought you’d both at least say something like spending time with each other.” He continued as Patton got off and sat next to him, a wide grin on his face.

“Well that’s a given, isn’t it?” That was Logan, who quirked a brow.

Virgil shrugged. “Sure. We can just chill out here since Romano and Patton are probably going to the fantasy realm or whatever.”

Logan nodded as Roman scoffed at the seemingly mundane idea. He said it was such a boring thing to do on Valentine’s Day, but Virgil didn’t mind.

They all went off to do their jobs and then night time came around again.

Logan was rushing through his notes after playing a game of 52 pickup with his slang vocab cards which he foolishly dropped while hurrying back to his room. He closed his binder with satisfaction after looking at the schedule, putting it away in a separate drawer from the card, which he took back out of its hiding place. He was clueless as to what to add. It had barely any stanzas. Logan tapped his pencil against the table, making a fast paced clicking noise.

“Ughhh!” The logical facet sighed, his mind totally blank. “I should have gotten more hours of sleep.” He looked at his watch: 10:40 pm. He could still finish it by tomorrow. Logan, although, was holding his head up with his forearms, consciousness blinking on and off. He decided, if anything, to add just one more line he could think of. Everything else was decorated and he could finish it after taking a quick nap. He wrote it down slowly due to fatigue, but still tried his best to make it look neat.

“I love--”

Then somehow passed out while writing with a pen. Though, Thomas used to do that at times so was it really that surprising? He was out cold for a while and even slept past 8 am.

“Logan?” Virgil called, noticing Logan’s absence in the morning from the commons. Then Virgil finally found his boyfriend’s head resting on his desk with a nicely decorated card next to his right arm. He noticed the still full trash can of paper and then picked up the card. He didn’t read the inside yet, wanting to see the other things first. He noticed the equation “I love you” message first and chuckled at such a nerdy detail. Then he found the density formula on the back and smirked. How had he been so blessed as to have had such a caring nerd in his life?

Virgil finally opened the card to see the partially unfinished poem on the left flap and a nicely written closing on the right. He saw his name, so this must’ve been for him.

“I guess he didn’t finish…” Virgil concluded out loud to himself, but he really wanted to read the poem. Logan had written him previous poems and he absolutely loved them. So he read it aloud, mumbling the words under his breath.

but I’d travel the light years. You’re a fundamental element in my life, Like gravity to planets and stars. I am and always will be unable to express how much I care for you. You’re nothing short of breathtaking. A star should be named after you. No a nebula. I love…”

Logan had woken up as Virgil was reading the second to last stanza, although wasn’t completely aware of his surroundings yet.

“Morning, dear,” Logan greeted with a yawn, adjusting his glasses and hair as much as he could. He was calm and tired until he saw what Virgil had in his hand and then he was fully awake in an instant.

“I… did you read that?” Virgil nodded slowly, hoping the logical facet wasn’t upset. They sat in silence for a few moments before Virgil, surprisingly, broke the silence.

“Um… I really liked it, actually. Really.” He gave a genuine smile, moving to plant a kiss on Logan’s messy hair.

“Really?” “Yes, I did.” “It’s not even finished or--” Logan almost tripped over his own feet trying to sit up from the chair. It was way too early for this. (It was almost 1 pm).

Virgil laughed as Logan struggled to stand up and move, eventually falling onto his bed face first before slowly turning himself around and sitting up. Virgil made his way over to the bed too with much less stumbling, sitting down next to Logan.

“I assume this-” Virgil pointed at the word “love” at the end of the poem. “-is supposed to say ‘I love you’, right?”

Logan looked at Virgil deliriously for a few seconds before practically diving forward and kissing him. Virgil almost let go of the card, but held on and melted into the kiss, smiling as he did so. Then they both fell backwards onto the bed in suppressed giggles.

“I’ve never seen you this giddy,” Virgil commented teasingly.

Logan pointed an index finger straight up as in an objection. “In my defense, I’m very tired.” They both broke into laughter again. After a few minutes of Logan waking up, he had Virgil give him the card to finish writing out “you” and then gave it back.

“I love it, Logan.” He looked at the now fully visible trash can of drafts. “Man… I wish I made something.”

“It’s okay Virgil, you yourself are enough,” Logan replied, pecking Virgil on the forehead who look assured enough for now.

They eventually made their way downstairs, Virgil still latching onto the card, and had their first Valentine’s Day. It consisted of Virgil constantly complimenting Logan’s card and poem, making him blush, and Logan constantly saying how amazing Virgil is, making him blush as well. They cuddled on the couch and watched a few documentaries about space and other oddities.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, dear.” Logan presses a kiss to Virgil’s lips for the millionth time today.

Virgil smiles into it and responds,”Happy Valentine’s Day, nerd.”

#sander sides #analogical #logan sanders #virgil sanders #royality but not rlly #patton sanders #roman sanders #sander sides fic #valentines day #kissing #analogical fluff #my fic #lo rambles

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malfoys · 7 years ago

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I saw your anti tog post, and I was just wondering why you hate on tog for lack of diversity, yet you fully support harry potter??

ok you want to talk about how harry potter’s diversity is a shit show? we can talk about that…

first I just want to make it clear that I’m not a fan of throne of glass for many reasons, it’s lack of representation just being one of them. also, I love harry potter so much, but its diversity is obviously lacking.

and I don’t understand why we as a fandom don’t talk about this more…

like people shit on throne of glass for it’s lack of representation…and it also happens to have countless of other issues with plot, character, etc. harry potter, on the other hand, has an amazing plot, amazing characters, an amazing world, and similarly to throne of glass, shit representation of minorities. but for some reason people are willing to look past this problem because, unlike throne of glass, it’s a brilliantly written story.

oh my god… the diversity in harry potter is soooo bad. soo fucking bad.

here are the characters I can think of off the top of my head who are explicitly stated to be POC:

dean thomas

cho chang

kingsley shackleboat

lee jordan

patil twins

blaise zabini

angelina johnson

alicia spinnet

literally cant think of anyone else lmao

now when you take into consideration the multitude of characters in the hp universe, this is a really small number. especially when you remember that if you remove any of these characters (except maybe cho) the course of the story would have little to no change. these are all fucking side characters, who in the grand scheme of things, did not make a major impact to harry’s journey

and before you guys go “what about hermioneeee???”

no. ambiguous race does not count as diversity. j.k. rowling was not being revolutionary when she decided not to specify hermione’s race. it is a total cop out on her part.

because you know what happens? one person will read hermione as white, another will read her as black, and neither person will be wrong. both of their hermione’s are totally accurate bc her race is never specified.

and then you have these dumbass arguments where people are trashing each other for making hermione black or white in an edit…and I am so tired of it

and I fucking hate how j.k. rowling is applauded for her POC representation…like she is getting all this credit when the fandom is doing all of the work making characters diverse!!! like black hermione was not her idea!! it was the fans that realized she was shit at representation and it was the fans that decided it needed to be fixed!!! she did nothing!!

it’s almost as if she agreed to black hermione out of convenience because she had never specified her race in the books. I 100% guarantee that she did not write hermione with her race being black in her mind. even though she never specified hermione’s race, it’s obvious she did not intend for her to be a POC.

the fan’s changed that, and j.k. rowling kinda just rolled with it, and now people are calling her a champion of diversity???? like I don’t fucking get it.

obviously it’s a blessing for the hp fandom that j.k. rowling did leave hermione’s race ambiguous, otherwise I don’t know if black hermione would have been as widely recognized as it is now.

and it’s not just hermione… it’s sirius and james and harry and lavender and pansy and tonks and neville and viktor and countless of other characters who we have seen as POC in edits and fanfiction. j.k. rowling did nothing for this. we, the fans, did.

just wait! it gets worse!

the representation of LGBT characters is near non-existent. yes, dumbledore is gay, but it was never stated in the books. unless you read very very carefully in between the lines, nowhere will you see “dumbledore likes to fuck dudes”

it’s not there. it’s not anywhere!! a 2007 interview j.k rowling does not make the harry potter series an LGBT series. some people who are casual fans don’t even know that interview exists!!! it was like his sexuality was an afterthought for j.k. rowling. it hardly counts as representation because nowhere in the book his is sexuality explored, talked about, nothing… (though I’m confident fantastic beasts will explore his sexuality more)

also this is another example of how ambiguity is fucking stupid. if you don’t specifically state a race/sexuality, they are going to be widely assumed by the audience to be white and straight because society is messed up that way.

now not counting the poor representation of dumbledore’s sexuality, there are no other LGBT characters. (I could be wrong, idk if j.k. rowling has done another surprise, so and so is gay! 10 years after the series finished) there are none.

and it has been up to the fans (again!!!!) to include LGBT rep in the harry potter series. drarry, wolfstar, pansmione, etc, etc, etc.

and this, like race, also causes petty ass fights. dramione vs drarry is the most prominent one and it gives me a such a fucking headache oh my god. like please shut up. draco, harry, hermione, luna, ginny….. they can all be seen as gay or straight or bi or whatever. like all of the sexualities associated with these characters are valid and no one is wrong!!!

no one is fucking wrong because j.k. rowling never gave us proper representation in the actual book series.

and like…. this type of shit isn’t even restricted to harry potter. you see this in YA lit all of the time. usually if the book/series is written well and done well, it’s like society gives them a free pass like “oh, your diversity sucks, but the plot was amazing, so it’s okay!”

the raven cycle, another case of ambiguous race, though the LGBT representation between ronan and adam is one of the best I’ve ever read

the foxhole court, though andrew x neil is brilliantly done, the racial diversity sucks ass

throne of glass, do I even need to explain this

a court of thorns and roses, again limited diversity

divergent

the hunger games

most john green books…..

like I could go on and on

most of these books do have POC or LGBT representation, but it is minimal, usually side characters who don’t have a huge impact on the story, and who are typically tokens. but the good news is I’ve noticed that authors (even a lot of the authors of the books above) are including more and more rep in their novels which is really great!!

moving back to throne of glass… I do agree that it is a bit unfair that it gets so much hate for it’s lack of representation when so many other YA books get little hate for doing the same thing. (but tog isn’t a very good series anyways, in my opinion...it is fine that you like it though) I don’t think tog shouldn’t get hate for it because it is wrong, but there needs to be more attention brought to books that get a pass for representation just because they’re super popular

so yes, harry potter’s minority representation is horrible, but I don’t think you should use harry potter’s poor representation to compare to throne of glass’s poor representation. both are bad, and I think fans should recognize this instead of trying to ignore it or make it seem not as bad as it seems.

I, a mega harry potter fan, admit that its POC and LGBT rep is really awful.

it’s ok to enjoy something and recognize that some aspects of it are not right, and it is our job to bring attention to these issues so that writers in the future can work to fix this problem.

#if yall send me hate for this ........#like im sorry but this needed to be said #harry potter #hp #long post #answered #anonymous

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go-redgirl · 5 years ago

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volume I stuff (VERY LONG POST):

Volume I, Chapter I

In the 1831 edition, “Victor’s parents become more laudable, and the May-September relationship between them is excused.”

“All the interesting, complex characters in the book are male… the females, on the other hand, are beautiful, gentle, selfless, boring nurturers and victims who never experience inner conflict or true desire.” (Barbara Johnson, “My Monster/My Self”)

In early drafts Clerval’s name was “Carignan” and later changed to “Clairval” which became “Clerval”

Elizabeth may have known Italian and Victor just mentions learning English and Latin because those weren’t often learned, while German and French were a given. most of his courses at Ingolstadt would’ve been delivered in Latin

Thomas Text: “Joy attended on my steps—and the ardent affection that attached me to my excellent parents, my beloved Elizabeth, and Henry, the brother of my soul, has given almost a religious and sacred pleasure to the recollection[.]”

Victor’s reaction to the “this is sad trash” comment is remarked as being a “vast overreaction to a father’s poor choice of tone of voice at a random moment” and considers Victor to be subconsciously “hostile” toward his dad LMAO??

“In any event, we can see no connection between [Victor’s] interest in distillation, steam, and air pumps and his later obsession with the study of biology.” (leave him alone)

“If Victor was born in 1772… then in 1787, when he was ‘about fifteen years old’, ‘galvanism’ was a meaningless term, and its introduction into the 1831 text is anachronistic.”

Volume I, Chapter II

“Thus in Victor’s mind he is not to blame for departing Geneva—he is forced by his father (with whom his mother sides) to leave the family home.”

some psychoanalytic readings refer to “Victor’s unconscious persecution of Elizabeth for depriving him of his mother” (???)

“The psychoanalytic critics contend that Victor now not only feels that his father is banishing him for having killed his mother (or having wished her dead—as is evidenced by his later dream), but that he also irrationally feels that his father’s action in eventually making him leave home was the real cause of Caroline’s death.” (wtf are you people talking about??)

Thomas Text: “A poet himself, [Clerval] turned with disgust from the details of ordinary life. His own soul and mind was all the possession that he prized, beautiful & majestic thoughts the only wealth he coveted[.]”

the trip from Geneva to Ingolstadt was likely over 400 miles and took around 2 weeks

the 1831 edition’s description of Victor’s meetings with his professors writes Victor to be at the mercy of an unchangeable destiny that he had no power to resist

Volume I, Chapter III

Was the ‘secret’ [to the creature’s animation] so simple that, if he were so inclined, Victor could whisper a few words to the unschooled Walton and reveal all—to Walton’s peril?”

the average height of English men ages 20-23 in 1800 was 5’5”

“Why did Victor think that assembling parts from human cadavers and animal remains would result in a ‘new species’?”

“The clear implication is that the creature contains parts of the bodies of animals [dead horses, cows, sheep, pigs, and poultry]”

Thomas Text: “Every night I was oppressed by a slow fever, and I became nervous to a most painful degree; my voice became broken, my trembling hands almost refused to accomplish their task; I became as timid as a love-sick girl, and alternate tremor and passionate ardour took the place of wholesome sensation and regulated ambition.”

The above is commented on by some weird person: “Victor suffered all the symptoms of a near-sexual frenzy” no he did NOT !!!!

Volume I, Chapter IV

in one of the earlier drafts the chapter begins “It was on a dreary night of November, that I beheld my man completed.”

“Belefant suggests Victor failed to animate the cadaver, and the balance of his story of the creature is an extended nightmare.” (why are we using a creepypasta coma theory thing for this)

“Psychoanalytic critics… have wondered at Victor’s superficial response to his marvelous creation. Why is his ugliness so off-putting to the genius-scientist? Because it is a pretext, claim the critics: Victor knows full well that he had designed the creature as an instrument with which he will murder his family[.]” (I have. questions.)

“Victor kills Elizabeth and his mother in his dream—with his kiss.” (affectionate ties with victor killed/hurt everyone in this book tho)

“It is suggested that Victor wished to kill his women because (a) Elizabeth has killed his mother (infecting her with scarlet fever) and then presumed to replace her, (b) his mother has traitorously died and left him, while naming Elizabeth as her ‘favourite,’ and (c) his mother has forced him into an incestuous relationship with Elizabeth[.]” (okay I get that honestly but victor wished to do WHAT?!?)

“Thus, the simple message of [Victor’s] dream would have been: If Victor were to embrace (marry) Elizabeth, he would die. When Victor is later threatened by the creature, he takes the latter’s intent to be to slay him on his wedding night.”

“Although several species of monsters are described in Dante[‘s] Divine Comedy, none have visages described as ‘ugly.’ Of course, Victor was not well read and may have simply assumed that in Dante’s hell, one would find hideously ugly creatures.” (LMFAO??)

Volume I, Chapter V

In the original draft Justine’s last name was “Martin,” not Moritz

in the 1831 version, Ernest is just mentioned as wanting to “enter into the foreign service” because that was a lot more respectable for the family than being a farmer

also in the 1831 version, Elizabeth doesn’t blame Henry for hiding Victor’s illness whereas in the 1818 version she does. The 1818 version starts with “My Dear Cousin, I cannot describe to you the uneasiness we have all felt concerning your health. We cannot help imagining that your friend Clerval conceals the extent of your disorder[.]” The 1831 version is changed to “My Dearest Cousin, You have been ill, very ill, and even the constant letters of dear kind Henry are not enough to reassure me on your account.”

“Victor makes no mention of having cleaned up his laboratory before passing into a coma. Are we to understand that Clerval found nothing remarkable in a workspace that must have been filled with spare body parts and strange apparatus?” Belefant “suggests that the laboratory (and the creature) are figments of Victor’s imagination, which would explain what we take to be Clerval’s failure to react.” (NO????)

Volume I, Chapter VI

“How can Victor be so certain [that the creature murdered William]? Because, answer Morton Kaplan and Robert Kloss… the creature is Victor’s doppelganger, and it was thus Victor himself who murdered the child (psychologically speaking).”

“It was an historical subject, painted at my father’s desire, and represented Caroline Beaufort in an agony of despair, kneeling by the coffin of her dead father.” “This is an odd choice of circumstances in which to depict a lover, emphasizing, as it does, the near-incestuous relationship between Alphonse and Caroline. It is mirrored, however, in the final scene of the creature at Victor’s deathbed.” (at least there’s acknowledge of the whole alphonse deal)

trifling but it’s cute how Ernest refers to his parents as “Mamma and Papa”

1818 version has Victor responding to Ernest’s crying over William with: “‘Do not’, said I, ‘welcome me thus; try to be more calm, that I may not be absolutely miserable the moment I enter my father’s house after so long an absence.’” 1831 version changes it to: “Tears, unrestrained, fell from my brother’s eyes; a sense of mortal agony crept over my frame. Before, I had only imagined the wretchedness of my desolated home; the reality came on me as a new, and a not less terrible, disaster. I tried to calm Ernest[.]”

list of mildly interesting and/or stupid comments from the new annotated frankenstein along with some comparisons between the 1818, Thomas, and 1831 texts

I’m dividing these notes up by volume because there’s so MUCH lol

Keep reading

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omgkatsudonplease · 8 years ago

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Hi, I hope you don't mind me asking but would you recommend any books to read? I'm trying to decide what next to read, and I thought I like your writing so I'll ask what you would rec? Don't worry about genre, just any book you'd think one should read or anything that inspires your writing ? I love your writing so automatically felt you must read books with depth. I hope this ask doesn't feel too pushy or intrusive. Thank you :)

Hahaha, oh my god. I don’t consume as much published fiction as I should (so much fanfiction. So little time) so I’m probably not the best person for book recs that aren’t classics/things you’d probably read for school, so :P but I can tell you some books that have stuck with me over the years or have informed portions of my works!

The entire Middle-earth legendarium (the Hobbit, LotR, the Silm) by J.R.R Tolkien has been with me since sixth grade, and I guess his attention to detail in worldbuilding really rubbed off on me! The Hobbit is a very short light read, though you’ll probably get irritated at the lack of female characters. LotR requires stamina because he goes on and on and on about Tom Bombadil for a chapter or two and it’s… It reads like a history book. Because he made up LotR to disseminate his elvish languages Sindarin and Quenya. It wasn’t the other way around. And it’s pretty obvious. (And the Silm is even more of a history book, but with added Elves Behaving Badly. and suffering.)

Tess of the D’Urbervilles by Thomas Hardy is one of my favourite pieces of classic literature, not only because Thomas Hardy drags 19th century British society for their double standards regarding female sexuality but also the prose is so beautiful? There’s a scene where Angel Clare carries Tess across a river and it’s nothing but doki doki schmoop schmoop in the most beautiful of words, and now that I really think about it no wonder most of the selkie AU was also doki doki schmoop schmoop in pretty words. I love Tess so much, I would fuckin die for her, and fuck EL James for completely misinterpreting the entire novel in Fifty Shades.

Much Ado About Nothing by William Shakespeare is probably one of my favourite comedies of his (but I like. am a huge Shakespeare nerd? check out my Shakespeare sideblog @eighttwotwopointthreethree lmao). I’ve got mixed feelings about the slutshaming section of it but like, it’s pretty obvious that Claudio is a foil to Benedick when that plot point rears its ugly head so like. Kill Claudio amirite. Anyway. The point is, the entire setup between Bea and Ben is fucking amazing and @actualyuuri and I super duper want to see a Viktuuri AU set to Much Ado for this reason

(I could also talk about Julius Caesar, and Twelfth Night, and Richard III, and Romeo and Juliet – but then I’d be here all day. I love Shakespeare so much)

Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro fucked. Me. Up. That quiet moody introspective narration! This terrible dystopian universe told in such a soft way!!! Pls let me live oh my god.

Life on Mars by Tracey K Smith is a book of poems that she wrote to work out her feelings around her father’s death, couching it in stuff about the endless unknown of space (and also David Bowie). I feel like her style of poetry at least lowkey influenced some of the poems in the selkie AU? Also I just love space poems.

The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood is so… relevant. And I’m so pumped for the Hulu miniseries oh my god. It’s a really gripping, slightly terrifying in the current climate kind of read.

The Princess of Cleves by Mme de Lafayette. oH MY GOD OH MY GOD. I know like most French students hate having to read this novel but I am SO ALIVE, I LIVE for longwinded descriptions of how fuckin besotted M de Nemours is, I LIVE for the sweet sweet drama of people who clearly wanna bone each other deciding not to and then pining away terribly forever and ever. (I also LIVE for the ending lmfao because that’s exactly how I like het media to end.) Anyway, if I were to write a period drama Viktuuri AU I would probably utilise elements of the plot of the Princess of Cleves that is how much I love this novel okay. You’ll probably see influences from it in my writing from the way a lot of the action gets driven by introspection and stream of consciousness, so yeah.

Also, I don’t know if you also want nonfiction recs, but I really enjoyed Day of Empire by Amy Chua, the Dark Net by Jamie Bartlett, How to Ruin a Queen: Marie Antoinette and the Diamond Necklace Affair by Johnathan Beckman (it doesn’t even read like a history book it reads more like a whodunit!) and oh. my god. The Reluctant Empress by Brigitte Hamann. I am such trash for this biography of the Empress Elisabeth I of Austria. I would also probably put in elements of the early parts of her life into this hypothetical period drama AU for Viktuuri because fuckin Franz Joseph disregarded all of his duties to watch his fiancee get her portrait done like he’s not the fuckin Emperor of Austria? What the hell? And she commissioned portraits of herself in deshabille for an anniversary present??? which he hung over his desk like BABE. DON’T PUT NUDES OF YOUR WIFE UP IN YOUR OFFICE OH MY GOD. (like I recognise that her story was ultimately super duper tragic and the Habsburgs are all just a big mess but every time I think about this stuff I just die a little on the inside from happiness so)

Anyway that’s probably enough to get you started, and I’m sorry for my disintegrating coherency. Like I said I really should read more published works! Pretty high on my list rn is the Miniaturist by Jessie Burton mostly because I stole so much of what happened to her regarding the publication and success of that novel for the selkie AU that I’m really genuinely interested in what caused such hype lmao. So yeah happy reading!

#fic rec #book recs #actually #to read #personal #beside the dancing sea #ishhh i referenced it so #anonymous #ask #also i... actually read a lot more nonfiction than fiction lmfao #also like now that i think of it viktuuri in the selkie au kinda mirrors tess and angel's? wow #except there's a happy ending?

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1-150 ty I gave u a break ok

i’m gonna put this under a read more so other people don’t have to suffer

1: My name?

Ris (this is a nickname sorry)

2: Do I have any nicknames?

Ris

3: Zodiac sign?

Virgo

4: Video game I play to chill, not to win?

I don’t usually play video games, but I recommend Journey

5: Book/series I reread?

Harry Potter

6: Aliens or ghosts?

Aliens

7: Writer I trust enough to read whatever they write?

Idk maybe Haruki Murakami even though I haven’t read all of his works yet

8: Favourite radio station?

WQXR or WNYC, but I love Welcome to Night Vale even though it’s a radio podcast and not a station

9: Favourite flavour of anything?

Matcha

10: The word that I use all the time to describe something great?

???? maybe amazing

11: Favourite song?

Classical: Rachmaninoff Piano Concerto No. 2

Modern: “What’s It Gonna Be” by Shura

12: The question you ask new friends to get to know them better?

What do you like to do in your free time? lmao

13: Favourite word?

Aesthetic (but usage is becoming exponentially ironic)

14: The last person who hurt me, did I forgive them?

No, but I think I forgot about them because right now I can only think of the time someone hurt me 6 years ago

15: Last song I listened to?

End Credits (Pride & Prejudice, 2005) by Dario Marianelli and Jean-Yves Thibaudet (lmao)

16: TV show I always recommend?

Cosmos: A Spacetime Odyssey :’)

17: Pirates or ninjas?

Ninjas

18: Movie I watch when I’m feeling down?

Spirited Away

19: Song that I always start my shuffle with/wake-up song/always-on-a-loop song?

Idk I always put it on random

20: Favourite video games?

Journey

21: What am I most afraid of?

Failing everyone’s expectations of me and failing in general

22: A good quality of mine?

I’m a decent baker?

23: A bad quality of mine?

Too shy/introverted

24: Cats or dogs?

Both

25: Actor/actress you trust enough to watch whatever they’re in?

Idk but I am increasingly loving John Boyega

26: Favourite season?

Spring

27: Am I in a relationship?

Maybe? I really hope so?

28: Something I miss?

My motivation to do things

29: My best friend?

I have several, including (but not limited to) @kafkaeasque ;)

30: Eye colour?

Brown

31: Hair colour?

Black

32: Someone I love?

@jdk98

33: Someone I trust?

My dad

34: Someone I always think about?

@jdk98

35: Am I excited about anything?

I’m excited to meet up with my friends!!!! @kafkaeasque

36: My current obsession?

Brooklyn 99

37: Favourite TV shows as a child?

Literally every show on PBS Kids as well as Thomas the Tank Engine when I was 3 for some reason

38: Do I have someone of the opposite sex that I can tell everything to?

My dad lol

39: Am I superstitious?

Not really

40: What do I think about most?

How unproductive I am

41: Do I have any strange phobias?

42: Do I prefer to be in front of the camera or behind it?

Behind, though I wish I could be more photogenic

43: Favourite hobbies?

Art, crafts, baking, reading, going on this trash website and looking at memes

44: Last book I read?

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

45: Last film I watched?

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

46: Do I play any instruments?

Cello, piano

47: Favourite animal?

Now I have less of a preference for one animal but besides all cute animals I like owls…when I was younger I really liked polar bears, then dolphins

48: Top 5 blogs on Tumblr that I follow?

@floccinaucinihilipilificationa, @ladyhistory, @thatsthat24, @thebootydiaries, @fleamontpotter in no particular order

49: Superpower I wish I could have?

Shapeshifting

50: How do I destress?

Arts/crafts, laughing at memes

51: Do I like confrontation?

52: When do I feel most at peace?

When I’m sleeping or cuddling with someone

53: What makes me smile?

My family and friends

54: Do I sleep with the lights on or off?

Off, but I have been known to fall asleep with them on

55: Play any sports?

Lol no

56: What is my song of the week?

I don’t have songs of the week but see the question on my fav songs

57: Favourite drink?

Coffee tbh but sometimes I crave tea

58: When did I last send a handwritten letter to somebody?

Just last week! But it was the first time in a while and it took 3 tries for me to correctly write the recipient’s address on the letter

59: Afraid of heights?

A little

60: Pet peeve?

Mismatching chopsticks

61: What was the last concert I went to see?

My school’s acapella + organ holiday midnight concert

62: Am I vegetarian/vegan/pescatarian?

63: What occupation did I want to do when I was younger?

A doctor

64: Have I ever had a friend turn enemy?

Luckily, no, but I did have a friend who some other friends had a falling out with, and I distanced myself from her bc I started seeing how problematic she was

65: What fictional universe would I like to be a part of?

Harry Potter 10000000%

66: Something I worry about?

Failing, not being good enough, etc.

67: Scared of the dark?

Not really

68: Who are my best friends?

See question 29

69: What do I admire most about others?

How they have their lives together even though they tell me they don’t but they do

70: Can I sing?

A little? The quality of sound has something to be desired though

71: Something I wish I could do?

Stop procrastinating so much

72: If I won the lottery, what would I do?

Buy gifts for my loved ones and for myself, pay my college tuition, pay for grad school, donate to charities, put the rest away in a bank account

73: Have I ever skipped school?

For mandatory music rehearsals, yes, and also on days after prom

74: Favourite place on the planet?

With my loved ones

75: Where do I want to live?

Far away from my responsibilities, preferably close to nature but still conveniently near important stores

76: Do I have any pets?

No :(

77: What is my current desktop picture?

It’s something I embroidered a while ago

78: Early bird or night owl?

Night owl

79: Sunsets or sunrise?

Sunsets…it’s not ‘both’ because I can’t wake up early enough to see the sun rise

80: Can I drive?

I have a permit but nah

81: Story behind my last kiss?

I’ve only kissed people on the cheek/been kissed on the cheek so idk

82: Earphones or headphones?

Headphones

83: Have I ever had braces?

Yes

84: Story behind one of my scars?

Skinned my elbow playing foursquare as a kid

85: Favourite genre of music?

Classical/neoclassical

86: Who is my hero?

Rosalind Franklin

87: Favourite comic book character?

I don’t read comics but Captain America is pretty cool

88: What makes me really angry?

Really ignorant, irresponsible, and/or selfish people

89: Kindle or real book?

Real

90: Favourite sporty activity?

Badminton

91: What is one thing that isn’t tight in schools that should be?

In my old high school we had a testing schedule that some teachers wouldn’t follow, which would result in pileups of exams on one or two days, so that should have been more strictly enforced

92: What was my favourite subject at school?

Biology

93: Siblings?

I have a brother

94: What was the last thing I bought?

Some parts for a project my dad and I are building

95: How tall am I?

5′2″ :(

96: Can I cook?

Yes?

97: Can I bake?

Yes

98: 3 things I love?

Sleep, soft things, space

99: 3 things I hate?

Condiments, too-sweet desserts, torque and rotation in physics (like wtf is precession and how does it work????? I still can’t explain it)

100: Do I have more girl friends or boy friends?

Girl friends

101: Who do I get on with better, girls or boys?

Girls I guess

102: Where was I born?

California

103: Sexual orientation?

Me @ me: ?????????? (def not straight tho, leaning towards bi)

104: Where do I currently live?

Near NYC

105: Last person I texted?

A friend who came to my house to bake cookies

106: Last time I cried?

Last time I really cried was during the presidential election, but in general I tear up really easily for some reason

107: Guilty pleasure?

Reading cute gay manga/manhua like Komahoshi, 19 Days, and Their Story, and also rewatching videos of Yuzuru Hanyu breaking records like crazy

108: Favourite Youtuber?

Simone Giertz (queen of shitty robots)

109: A photo of myself.

110: Do I like selfies?

I like other people’s selfies but I suck at taking them…I just wish I was more photogenic!!!

111: Favourite game app?

Don’t have any games on my phone, but I loved Neko Atsume

112: My relationship with my parents?

Really close :)

113: Favourite accents?

Idk

114: A place I have not been but wish to visit?

Japan

115: Favourite number?

116: Can I juggle?

Kind of, but only with 3 objects max

117: Am I religious?

118: Do I like space?

YES

119: Do I like the deep ocean?

Eh there are some terrifying creatures down there

120: Am I much of a daredevil?

Nah

121: Am I allergic to anything?

No, but for several years I had dermatographic uticaria, which is a condition in which scratching, slapping, or rubbing my skin really hard causes swelling that looks like hives. The condition involves mast cells and histamine, which are the mechanisms of inflammation also present in allergic reactions. And now you’re bored.

122: Can I curl my tongue?

Yes, but not in the cool w :(

123: Can I wiggle my ears?

124: Do I like clowns?

At first, I was ambivalent. After the killer clowns in the woods, no

125: The Beatles or Elvis?

Beatles

126: My current project?

Creating a non-invasive beta-amyloid plaque removal apparatus with my dad for my grandma, who has Alzheimer’s

127: Am I a bad loser?

Nah, even though I can get really competitive for no reason (also I don’t like competitions so it’s weird)

128: Do I admit when I wrong?

Yes, even though I admit it’s unpleasant

129: Forest or beach?

Both, as long as there are no swarms of mosquitos/gnats hanging out in the forest

130: Favourite piece of advice?

Fake it until you make it (except I’m always gonna be faking it until I die tbh)

131: Am I a good liar?

I’m okay at white lies

132: Hogwarts house / Divergent faction / Hunger Games district?

Hufflepuff

133: Do I talk to myself?

Sometimes

134: Am I very social?

Not really

135: Do I like gossip?

Once in a while

136: Do I keep a journal/diary?

Yes but I haven’t written in it in a long time

137: Have I ever hopelessly failed a test?

Yes lol in high school sophomore year I got a D+ on my math midterm

138: Do I believe in second chances?

Yes

139: If I found a wallet full of cash on the ground, what would I do?

Bring it to a nearby police station

140: Do I believe people are capable of change?

Yes, if they are willing to

141: Have I ever been underweight?

142: Am I ticklish?

Yes

143: Have I ever been in a submarine?

Only in a docked one

144: Have I ever been on a plane?

Yes

145: In a film about my life, who would I cast as myself, friends and family?

Idk don’t know enough Asian-American actors because there AREN’T ENOUGH

146: Have I ever been overweight?

No but almost (for my height)

147: Do I have any piercings?

No…I really want to, but my mom tells me I have to wait for next year because apparently there’s only one day of the year where you can get piercings without being attacked by spirits or something (she’s superstitious)

148: Which fictional character do I wish was real?

Captain America so he can punch Trump

149: Do I have any tattoos?

No but I lowkey want one

150: What is the best decision I have made in life so far?

Going to the college I’m currently at :)

Wow, okay, if you made it all the way here, kudos to you! Thanks for reading the entire thing

#ask games #kafkaeasque #thanks a lot wendy

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