#angies writing crap

[kymera219]

For the character asks:

1. Canon I outright reject - about anyone/anything

10. Best moment on screen - Derek

16. Deepest darkest secret they won’t even admit to themselves - Peter and/or Stiles

42. 3 comfort items - Peter

50. A memory they’ve blocked out - Stiles

1. Canon I outright reject

I have two answers for this. First up is Peter working with Kate in S4. I outright reject he worked willingly with the woman that murdered his entire family. If she was able to use magic whoopie to deage Derek to a teenager, whose to say she didn't do something similar to Peter when they fought in the vault?

Second Canon I reject is FBI agent Stiles. There is no way Stiles authority issues Stilinski would go to work for an an agency with MORE rules and risk Rafe McCall (who he hates) being his superior. It was a stupid write off and I refuse to believe he did anything with the field after that messy Derek rescuing internship.

10. Best moment on screen

Honestly anytime Derek was on was good because that little trauma kitten is gorgeous. I have to say my favorite is when he beats Scott's ass on the ice rink in S2 cause Daddy angy does things to me

16. Deepest darkest secret they won't even admit to themselves

For Peter, it's the need to be loved. Despite acting like he could care less about any of the pack (save Derek, Stiles, and Malia) I feel like the man yearns for acceptance and pack. After all a man doesn't get himself burned to death twice for people if he doesn't have any feelings at all.

For Stiles, it's his blindness to the faults of the people he loves most. I feel like he can't ever admit to himself that his father was a bit of a crap parent, and his obsession with taking care of and worrying about the bills for a grown man stem from years of abandonment and being a walking case of parentified child syndrome.

42. 3 Comfort items

For Peter I imagine 3 things :

the V-neck sweaters because they give him confidence after suffering those burn scars for years

that laptop he keeps everywhere cause I think it was a prefire possession and he's probably got family photos/videos downloaded onto it

The alpha power because he doesn't want to feel helpless ever again

50. A memory they've blocked out

I'm fairly convinced Stiles mother hurt him before she was put in the hospital and his love for her keeps the memory blocked out.

50 Random Character Asks

[naffeclipse]

Oh I loved your new work Soft Underbelly! Love me some new flavour of y/n the feisty one! Eclipse must have been delighted and devastated to see such a pretty being having to manage just by themselves during pregnancy and birth, not to mention taking care of a pup. First because he could swing in action and take this little family as his own, and second because why were you alone? It's was dangerous not only for you but for the baby as well! I wonder how he would react that your previous mate wasn't killed off or anything but willingly choose to abandon their pregnant mate, I feel he would be angy

Thank you! Y/N was so fun to write; she's a fighter and takes no crap while being the sweetest mama!

Eclipse was very eager to see you but kept his distance under the assumption that you had to have a mate, but as time went on, he kept seeing you alone and your belly bump slowly growing bigger. He became fiercely devoted and protective. If there were any threats swimming in nearby waters, he dealt with them before they ever cast ripples your way.

He was tempted a few times to approach if only to give you food and hold you close through the nights when you slept on ice floes as to shelter you, but he expected your reaction to be intense. His patience was rewarded (by force.)

Y/N is guarded about the subject; it would take some time before she mentions her ex abandoning her during her pregnancy. Eclipse would be furious and regret not approaching you sooner to support you. It's a good thing your ex-mate is long gone—he might have gone hunting.

[littlelego]

the charming hearts nation family

levi: I made lightly fried fish fillets for dinner. ann: levi, It’s 1:15 am, what the fuck. levi: Do you want the lightly fried fish fillets or not. ann: Well, I mean yeah. levi: So come downstairs while they’re still hot. ann: Wait, you just made them? levi: Yeah, I wasn’t tired so I decided to make lightly fried fish fillets. ann: Say lightly fried fish fillets one more time levi.

night: lili , you need to calm down. lili , slamming their fists on the table: BUT HOW CAN IT BE "BIRTHDAY CAKE" FLAVOR IF A BIRTHDAY CAKE CAN BE ANY FLAVOR?!

gary: Why would you do that? val: Because I feel guilty. haylie: Guilt is a trick emotion. It’s put there by your parents to stop you from doing things that feel good.

ann, texting king: sends a voice message king, texting back: I’m a little busy, is it urgent? ann: No, don’t worry, just listen later. later king: presses play ann's voice message: THERE’S A FIRE-

red: I have to say, I'm a little embarrassed for you. angie: This is a sports-related injury. It makes me look cool! red: Tripping over a basketball on your way to the bathroom is not cool!

ally: I have a bad feeling about this, guys. corn: Oh don’t worry, you’ll be fine. red: Yeah, what’s the worst that could happen? ally, being bailed out of jail the next morning: I hate you all.

em: savvy, no. savvy: savvy, yes.

florian : How do tall people people possibly sleep at night when the blanket can't possibly cover you? robyn: florian , it's four o'clock in the morning. florian : So, you can't sleep, huh? Is it because of the blanket?

lucky: ally, you're my best friend. ally: Best friend? BEST friend?! Bitch, I'm your only friend. ally: I'M THE ONLY ONE CAPABLE OF TOLERATING YOUR DUMB ASS!

em: How would you like your coffee? red: As dark as my soul. em: Got it, one cup of milk coming right up!

Cop: What are your names? ann: Don't tell them, red. Cop, writing: red… ann: Crap. red: Nice going, ann. Cop: red: Uh oh.

florian : Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the things you lost throughout your life. jr: It would be nice to have my sense of purpose back… lego: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this. kate: My will to live! I haven't seen this in years. lucky: I knew I lost that potential somewhere. lili : Mental stability, my old friend! florian : Jesus, could you guys lighten up a little?

gray: It’s Pride Month, you know what that means! lego: I get to eat as many Skittles as I want? grayy: What? No! What has orion been telling you? orion, walking in, pouring Skittles into their mouth: Taste the rainbow, bitch.

In a group chat kenny: A pegan just flew into my window. savvy: Pegan? em: A what? lili : Ah yes, my favourite bird, Pegan. lego: I thought you said penguin for a second, LMAO! lili : Just a normal day with flying penguins crashing into my window. lego: You have pigeons flying into your window? Can't relate, I have penguins flying into my window. jr: the disease is soreading

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

Hi Cal!!! How are you I hope you’re having a nice week!

Lol I hope you know you never have to say sorry for not having finished all the asks yet because 1. The amount and speed at which you write is truly impressive and mind blowing and 2. Literally every word you choose to share is a gift whenever it’s published

I absolutely LOVED 🦷 🛏️ and ➰ they were all so so well done and fun to read and just a general delight!

I had fun doing the themed asks last week so I think I’m gonna keep it going. Lol warning the themes are definitely gonna get more and more contrived as time goes on but hey that’s part of the fun right?

First theme is then and now! Stories that connect the very beginning of the show to where everyone’s currently at.

🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞 (one sentence and I’m already fascinated by the concept! There are so many ways you could take this one and I can’t wait to see how it goes!)

⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️ (i literally grin at my screen like an idiot every time I read about how happy and in love they are in this story! And I’m so pumped to meet the next Buddie kid! You already got me to fall in love with Violet and Nico so I can’t wait for the next one!)

- PCA <3

HI PCA!

Thank you!!!!! You are so so kind as always! I'm glad you liked the fics <3

Love this theme!

30 for 🪞 (thank you!!!! I'm excited to share my vision):

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"Yes, Dove is a great kid. Peculiar sometimes, but sweet and smart. The problem is, with the rising costs of living and raising a family, fewer people are likely to adopt a child with pre-existing health conditions who is already six. But, we’re in Los Angeles. Maybe some wealthy family will take interest.”

Her tone when she says this last part isn’t confident. Crap. That’s not good. 

“So someone could ask to adopt her specifically?” Buck asks. 

“In theory,” Angie answers. “It’s a bit of a process.” 

“Right, yeah. My friends are in the middle of it actually.” Buck explains. “I hope Dove finds a family.”

“Yeah, me too. She deserves one.” 

When they end the call, Buck is all the more determined to solve this problem for Dove. 

iii.

He starts with Maddie and Chim. 

It’s not a hard decision. Maybe it would be harder under different circumstances. 

The person he thinks of first when he thinks of the ideal parent is Eddie. But obviously he’s not going to go there with this. Not the time. Like at all. Hen and Karen obviously would have been the perfect choice as far as taking in a foster kid with specific needs. But that’s no longer an option. Maddie and Chim have their foster license, though. And they’re good people! Chim was just as involved in saving Dove! They’ll want to help her. 

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66 for ⚡️ (I am very excited to introduce them!):

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All this to say, by the time they’re on one of their final trips, and the back of Eddie’s truck bed is loaded with stuff, Buck is tired. He’s sore from lifting, would very much like to get off his feet, and relax with a cool beer. But this is moving. Moving sucks. That’s a universal human experience. So Buck doesn’t complain. It’s only when he’s done securing the truck bed and walks back into the house for what is surely one of the last times, and calls out for Chris, who was gathering the last of his things from his former bedroom, that he begins to allow his fatigue to turn into frustration. 

Because Chris does not answer. 

Ten seconds pass. Twenty. Christopher doesn’t respond. 

“CHRIS!” Buck calls again. He figures Chris just has his headphones on. “Time to go, buddy!”

Again, nothing. 

Sighing, Buck tromps down the hallway towards Christopher’s room. The door is shut. Buck knocks on it.

“Chris?” He asks. 

“I don’t want to go yet!” Chris shouts from the other side. 

Buck, who could probably fall asleep if his head so much as touches a pillow, physically pouts at this. He wants to go back to the new house, where their mattress has been left on the floor of the bedroom while they set everything up, and power down like a house-moving robot that needs to recharge. 

“Uh, why not?” Buck asks. 

“Because this is my room and I don’t want to leave it!” 

Ah. Okay. 

Well, that’s interesting. Considering how he’d been excited about a house with a bigger bedroom. And not having to share a bathroom with Eddie and Buck. Literally, two days ago he was going on and on about how excited he was. So what gives?

“Can I come in?” 

“No,” Chris says. “I want to be alone right now.” 

Well… What the hell is Buck supposed to do with this right now?

He checks the time on his phone and tries not to groan. 

“Okay, Chris. I can give you ten minutes and then we need to get going, okay?”

“No! I don’t want to go in ten minutes. I want to stay here.”

Buck takes a deep breath. “Bud, there’s no furniture in there and there’s no food in this house. We’ve got to go home event-”

“THIS IS HOME! I like it here, just the three of us.” 

“It’ll just be the three of us at the new house, too. Where your room is bigger, remember that?” Buck tries. 

“Yeah, until you have another kid!” Chris replies accusingly.

Fuck. 

Buck really wishes Eddie was here for this. 

They haven’t actually said to him that they’re having another kid. They were going to wait until there was a more concrete plan. Not the nebulous idea of a kid, someday. Though Buck supposes it’s a bit less nebulous now that they’ve gone as far as choosing a name. 

“Alright,” Buck says. “I’m coming in.”

[dearestceciliaa]

I'm reading Ladybug right now and thoroughly enjoying myself. For context, I've never watched Outer Banks in my life, so your fanfic is my official introduction to it after years of wondering what it was.

PART 1: Your descriptions are fantastic, I felt like I was standing beside Angie the whole time. I'm very impressed with how much you seem to know about cars. I'm not a vehicle fanatic, but it's interesting to see how other authors integrate their knowledge into their works.

PART 2: I'm amazed with how consistent your characters are, and how you manage to show different facets of them while keeping to their individual personalities and voices. The way you integrate information about the characters is done skillfully and in a way that remains engaging (and humorous) to the reader. JJ's comments have me howling.

PART 3: The different perspectives and voices of the characters really shine here, somehow even more than in the last two episodes. I'm glad everyone is getting the "puppy dog" vibe from JJ. It's little things like these that make me appreciate characters even more than usual. You've got me doing research into what "kooks" and "pogues" are in this context (this is a good thing). '"I please the fifth"' is making me clean up the tea I just spat all over my desk.

PART 4: Oh crap JJ is getting serious now. Despite being a semi-drastic change, it feels realistic. Well played. Also, VEHICULAR MANSLAUGHTER- I'M DYING! YOU'VE KILLED ME! I SURRENDER!

Awesome work, I can't wait for updates/to read your other fics!

You doing a full analysis on each part is truly healing my depression I think, if I could hand you over the moon on a lasso I would.

I CAN'T BELIEVE IM YOUR INTRODUCTION TO OUTERBANKS??? WHAT. AN. HONOUR.

I shall make a badge of it.

In all seriousness, I truly do what to underline the fact that JJ is absolutely someone who downplays his trauma by humor, anything overwhelming for the Blondie will immediately turn into a crass joke, and this is wonderful for me because I do that same exact thing lol. But yeah finding a voice for each one of them is difficult in an incredibly exciting way!

[also in my book and pretty much in the series too: kooks= mega rich, Pogues= absolutely not rich, tourons= idiotic tourons aka touron + moron equals touron🥂]

Also, the fact that you think I pull off writing funny stuff is making my ego bigger than it should be???? And most of the dialogue was made by me talking to myself so truly this is wonderful for my ego.

Oh! And I am also HEAVILY implying that JJ is a big fluffy golden retriever in my book, honestly in the series too, because it absolutely clocks out for him to fawn over this cool older girl that lives in a van and loves to travel.

I adore you so so much for this, thank you for brightening my day yet again, my favourite reader!🩷

[also I will be updating VERY soon, toodles!]

[skaruresonic]

@beevean Out of morbid curiosity, I watched episode one of Netflixavania following a video explaining games lore (disclaimer: just the Classic era. There seems to be A Lot covered in this franchise). My first impressions are: = Despite being almost comically edgy, I really wasn't emotionally impacted by the writing. It almost felt like it was just going through the motions. We begin the show with the start of Dracula and Lisa's relationship, and yet we're told it was this great transformative love instead of being shown that. One minute she's convinced him to let her stay, the next she's being burned at the stake. Wow. The tragedy. Break out the tissues. Dracula says he loved her, ofc, but since we don't get to see their relationship in action, the show might as well shrug and be like "just trust me dood"

= It's really ironic that a show paying lip service to science conveniently forgets that burn stake victims were likely to die or fall unconscious from smoke inhalation before the actual burning. Meaning Lisa wouldn't have had the time to scream and plead for as long as she had.

= ...Is this another one of those "all religion is bad and I am smart for shitting on it" works? Because I had enough of that with Mists of Avalon lmao. Not that I'm the biggest fan of Christianity, but anti-Christianity tracts like these tend to be equally fucking obnoxious because they're always so one-note, disingenuous, and boring with how they constantly beat you over the head with "religion bad" and don't really add anything else to that particular thought

= Wallachia is portrayed as like, cartoonishly backwater. Women doctors existed in the Middle Ages. They were not all automatically burned at the stake because hurr durr technology is evil.

Some of them even treated kings; I recall reading about a medieval Jewish doctor who cured a young king's eye condition. somehow I get the feeling the writer of this show has not read A History Book

= I also found it funny how the priest named "strange weeds" in the list of Lisa's possessions, as if the people of medieval Wallachia were so backwards that they didn't know what fucking herbs were.

The absolute lmao. = I don't really know anything about Dracula other than he decided to oppose God due to the death of his first wife in the games, but even then, despite my sheer lack of knowledge, I still sensed something off about his characterization here. Given how the show practically has Dracula spell it out for us that He Really Loved Lisa More Than These Stinky Humans, I Swear Just Trust Me Dood at the episode's climax, I had the feeling that if someone like him had been told his wife was dying, he'd fly like the wind to go try and rescue her. Or, failing that, unleashing unholy wrath upon her killers. But no, he just broods to the old woman just to be Dramatique. no talk him, he angy >:c = crying blood. CRAAAAAWLING IN MY CRAAAAAWL, THESE CRAWL THEY WILL NOT CRAAAAAAAAWL = Alucard tells Dracula to go after the one who killed Lisa instead of condemning all of humanity to death, but he already fucking saw who did it so like lmao what kind of logic is this = The people of Wallachia were too dumb to live actually. And kinda had it coming tbh. Imagine you don't think Satan exists but one day he shows up out of nowhere in a cloud of hellfire and tells you to gtfo before he kills you all. And instead of getting the fuck out of Dodge that very night because holy crap Satan is real after all and worse, he's pissed off, you decide to stay. Like dumbasses. = oh is this just Hunchback of Notre Dame without the sexual repression? k cool. = I'll bet the animators really liked drawing all that gore. ow the edge = Why did we spend five minutes on a not-funny, prolonged bestiality joke? It did nothing but waste time. Is this what passes for humor on this show?

= Well. That just happened. Thought it'd be more interesting than that but nah

[talltoontales]

High Rolling Spider-Man: Rushed

Prompt: This week kicked my $h1t in, and I forgot to write a story. You know who that reminds me of?

Prompt By: Me (ToonMan)

Started Writing: 06/22/2024 at 11:29 pm (Good Lord!)

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Two women, one brunette and one ginger, stand on the side of the road outside a busy restaurant. Surrounded by excited chatter, the ginger woman steps away from the crowd, pulling her phone out of her purse.

// // // // // // // // // //

Across town, Spider-Man flies back-first into the side of a parked car. Across the street, a man in a brown and yellow jumpsuit armed with metal gauntlets and a matching belt walks toward Spider-Man. Spidey starts pulling himself from the side of the car only to get hit in the chest with a blue ray fired from the thug's gauntlets.

“Oh no, don’t get up,” says the man, “I’ll make this nice and quick for ya. Won’t feel a thing!” The man fires another blast, but Spider-Man pulls himself from the car, flipping over it and using it as cover.

“Come on, Herman!” says Spider-Man. “Don’t you have anything better to do than take potshots at me?”

“Well, normally I’d be at work right now,” says Herman as he fidgets with the dials on his gauntlets, “but it turns out someone got the place shut down!” Spider-Man leaps upward onto a wall right as Herman fires a massive blast at the car, causing it to explode.

“Hey! I didn’t know you worked there,” says Spider-Man. “Besides, I did you a favor. You just got on parole. The last thing you needed was your parole officer finding out you were doing guard work for a known pimp!”

“An alleged pimp,” yells Herman, firing another blast at Spider-Man. “And it doesn’t matter anyway! He was the only one who would hire me in this stupid city, and without a job, I’m screwed either way!” Spider-Man dodges several blasts from Herman when he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket. He taps on the earpiece inside his mask.

“Who’s calling, and can I call you back?” asks Spider-Man.

“Peter! Where are you!?” asks the ginger woman.

“Heeeey, Angi,” whispers Spider-Man. “Don’t sweat it. I am on my way as we speak.”

“As Peter or as Spider-Man?” asks Angelica.

“Uhhh. One sec,” says Spider-Man. “Hey, Herman, do you mind if we pick this up later? I got something I gotta take care of.”

“Are you serious!?” says Angelica & Herman in unison.

“You think you can ruin my life and just brush me off like I’m nothing!?” demands Herman.

“No, I didn’t mean it like—” Spider-Man leaps over another blast only to get knocked higher into the air by a second blast. Herman proceeds to juggle Spider-Man in the air.

“No suit,” says Angelica, “that was the deal. I set you up with Betty, and for one night, Spider-Man does not exist. Do you have any idea how much I had to talk her into this?”

“Seriously, can I call you back?” asks Spider-Man, “Besides, you make it sound like I’m not that great of a person,” groaned Spider-Man.

“You’re not,” says Angelica and Herman, again.

“Look, I’m on my way. Ten—” Herman lets Spider-Man faceplant onto the ground. “…fifteen minutes tops. Just tell her I…uh…you know what, users’ choice."

“Who could have seen that coming?” mocks Angelica. “Once again, I have to salvage the remains of your social life.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, shocker, I know,” says Spider-Man.

“What did you just call me?” demands Herman. Spider-Man looks up to see Herman standing over him.

“Oh crap,” says Spider-Man.

\\ \\ \\ \\ \\ \\ \\ \\ \\ \\

Angelica winces as Spider-Man screams into the phone before cutting off. She sighs as she regains her composer.

“He’s not coming, is he?” Angelica turns around to see Betty standing behind her.

“No, he’s coming. He just got caught up in work,” says Angelica, “lost track of time.”

“Look, I appreciate what you’re doing for me," says Betty, “but I think I’m gonna call it a night.”

“No, Betty, come on,” says Angelica, “I promise, Peter’s coming, and by the end of the night, you’re gonna be thanking me ten times over for getting you out of that stuffy apartment.”

“He’s that amazing, huh?” asks Betty.

“I wouldn’t say he’s amazing,” says Angelica, “but he has his moments. Plus, would I drag you all the way here for a subpar night?” Betty rolls her eyes. “Exactly! Look, you don’t have to believe in him, but believe in me who believes in him.” Betty snickers, leading the two girls into laughing together.

“Alright, fine,” says Betty, “I guess I can hang out for a few more minutes.”

“Thank you,” says Angelica. “And who knows, Pete might shock the both of us…”

. . . . . . . . . .

(Holy crap, that was close!)

Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed the story! If you have any comments, critiques, or criticisms, please don't be afraid to let me hear 'em (as long as they're constructive (or comical)). Also, if you have some spare time, check out my blog for more stories like the one above. Stay safe, drink plenty of water, and be kind to yourself and others. ToonMan, AWAY!

[No joke, this week rocked me like I owed it money. Still working on week one's story, and for better or worse, it's getting posted before the end of the week. See ya then.]

[adreamingofguns]

Tagged by my beloved @epersonae: Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. None of these have titles yet because they haven't been posted, and I'm not saying what fandom they're for. You gotta guess. I'm tagging my mutuals even if I don't know if they write fanfic. Good luck and Godspeed.

His hair is shorter, and he looks like the years haven't been too kind to him, but Travis recognizes Noel in an instant, knows that silhouette like his own right hand.

Tagging: @sercphim because she's out here in my dms every day back and forth writing this specific fic with me.

Angie's wedding rolls around and Aubrey is invited, it would be stupid for her not to be, and this time she brings David as her plus one.

Listen. You cannot judge me. Only like 1 person knows what fandom this is and I'm not telling 😉Tagging: @devotedanarchy

There is whiskey on his breath.

Hee hoo good luck guessing what this is from ☺️ tagging: @tothepark I dunno if you write fanfic but here u go.

Rafe has the gun trained on his head, and he swallows.

A little more obvious this time uwu tagging: @recalledtoasteroven Idk if you've written anything recently but here ☺️

"Alright, all-knowing, what am I thinking now?"

Listen I'm not a gideon fucker I'm not. tagging: @goodeye-cyborg well, here u go. Idk if you write fanfic but 😌

"Gimme one good reason I don't blow your CPU brains out all over the wall," Kellogg growls, chest to chest with the synth.

@thedietelf HEEHOO HOMOEROTIC MURDER CEREAL VIBES

From inside the room there's the sound of something like breaking glass, muffled angry voices.

@ladyoriza I know you write fanfic. Show us the goods. 😂😂

She was storming toward him, “You dirty rotten son of a bitch!” 

Hey I don't know if you write fanfic but @sexyorc ☺️

You know I wasn't running from you," He begins, and somehow his words still come.

@goblinbutler listen I don't know if you write fanfic either but here.

"Crap, there's guards coming... Quick, kiss me."

@chrishansenfromdatelinenbc LISTEN SHARE YOUR FANFIC WITH THE WORLD. IM OBSESSED WITH YOUR BRAND OF BRAIN WORMS.

[angelcloves]

So if fics are open ims put the firts one before I get to mama Eda

Hunter gets kidnapped and taken to Belos during Labrinth Runners and is locked up in a dungeon to die there, or for smth else idk

Titan crap and stuff

And maybe gets his leg and arm or he just loses a limb cus Belos be like that

Oh and im a fan of Field Amputation

Hunter eventually gets saved but is in rough condition and they eventually get him healed, and now the emerald entrails are kinda sad and saying sorry a lot, and it doesn’t Help cus Hunter is a bit angy and bitter about it, and will only talk to Gus and anyone that is not a entrails, besides Amity as he still hates her for letting them take him and obvi eclipse lake, and then you can figure the rest out

Misty out

hi! my requests are open on saturday mornings from 8 am to noon pacific time so you might need to do some adjustments to figure out when that is if youre not in the same time zone as me. i love my hunter whomp submissions but unfortunately i do need to stick to my rules for requests or else id have a mess in my inbox and most likely have to turn down more people than id like to. i mean. i already do have to turn down plenty of people but thats just the nature of high volumes and limited time to write. but i at least like to be able to maintain some consistency with it. i hope ill see you back next week!

[angellansloves]

Hello !

Welcome to my reblog account.

I'm Angie, a 34 years old french girl. 🇫🇷 (and single mom lol pray for me)

I'm panromantic and asexual but I like (love?) read, see, write and draw smut about my fav characters. That's make me horny. Who said it was simple ? I don't make the rules.

My current otp is #lulaw (any forms) and #zosan in background

My old otp : #grindeldore #drarry

Here I will reblog other's post, or may some from my main acount if I'm very proud.

⚠️ I'm probably going to post the crap that comes out of my brain a bit at random, so you've been warned. ⚠️

If you want to chat with me privately, use my main account instead. You can also prompt me : I can't guarantee anything, but if the right buttons are pressed my brain works alone.

[avatar216]

Thanks. It's the admin Nathan Anderson of the NGDG who was saying this recently. He's claiming that there are "stories/versions of the myth like this, which is bullshit and he, of course won’t previde sources. He and others are using this to possibly make a bad faith argument that Loki is a terrible partner. I mentioned the fiction also because he’s writing books and then claiming the above to anyone criticizing his books rather than just saying he's making it up because yeh know it’s fiction.

Unfortunately people believe this crap and newbies don’t know who to trust. I don’t feel sorry for putting this dude and group on blast. As for the Lokean groups, people in those were saying that because yeah they want there to be more about Angie but also they want Loki to have two or three wives instead of having a wife, mistress, and many other lovers thus making him less of a rakehell/debauchee. I don’t care that Loki is like that because it makes for nice entertainment at the very least and because it kinda shows that he’s not so different from other gods, although in his defense he’s not eagerly and happily SAing women unlike some other gods {ahemm.. Odin}.           

I know you've written about the Gullveig/Freyja theory but I keep seeing the equation of Angrboða with the witch whose heart Loki ate according to Voluspa hin Skama and both of them being equated with Gullveig. I want to know where this idea comes from. I mostly see it on FB in the Norse Gods Discussion Group and a couple Lokean groups {although, not as much anymore}. I honestly think this is just too much of a leap in logic. I know Genevieve Gornichec put Angrboða as Gullveig in her book, but I'm not sure if she equated them with the heart eating thing. I didn't read it.

I'm asking because I've been looking for good fiction about Norse mythology but keep running into the idea that Loki is an abusive husband but also that killed his mistress and ate her heart, which kinda doesn't make sense to me because why wouldn't he have just slept with her if he wanted more children or whatever.

I'm going to stick to Greek or Egyptian mythology based fiction like ENNEAD for now, whilst looking for good Norse ones.

The first author that I know of to describe Gullveig/Heiðr, Angrboða, and the heart into a single figure is the 19th century Swedish author Viktor Rydberg (he also included Aurboða and Hyrrokkin in this complex). Rydberg was convinced that there was a single original epic narrative that was shared by all the Germanic-speaking peoples, and that myths, legends, and folklore of Germanic Europe was made up of the decayed, corrupted fragments of it. He also believed that he knew how to put it back together, sometimes even borrowing from non-Germanic narratives.

In order to make that make sense, a lot of his work is very preoccupied with merging different figures together, because he can't really allow any loose ends. His work is also characterized by a fairly strict polarity between the gods (unambiguously good) and their enemies (unambiguously bad) which, to be fair, was not uncommon among scholars in his day. He had some things to say that were important for the 19th century, but his work should not be taken seriously today.

He does still have a small but very prolific following among modern heathens including the authors of the so-called "Asatru Edda" and whoever runs www.germanicmythology.com.

I'm not sure if more recent Lokean/Rökkratrú theorizing about Gullveig/Heiðr and Angrboða is related to Viktor Rydberg or not. I could imagine that the sort of Þursatrú/Nordic Satanism types might have some things in common with the Rydberg-inspired heathens, taking the same black-and-white, hardline good-vs-evil view, but siding with the opposing team, and being favorable toward the Gullveig/Angrboða/Aurboða/Hyrrokkin complex; and then this could filter into other Lokean or Rökkatrú spaces. To me, the burnt heart seems to point to Rydberg. I don't think that Völuspá in skamma gives an impression that the heart that Loki eats belongs to Angrboða. Rydberg only came to that conclusion by inserting Völuspá into the context of Völuspá in skamma, so that Angrboða is mentioned as the mother of Fenrir, then is burnt (as Gullveig), then the burnt heart is eaten before she's resurrected. I find this pretty unintuitive, and unlikely to be thought of twice independently of each other, but I could be wrong.

On the other hand, sometimes ideas just go into circulation without anyone knowing where they come from, not thinking to question it. It's possibly that Rydberg was the ultimate origin of this, but that nobody spreading the idea knows it.

There are also a lot of heathens who worship Angrboða, but since she's only mentioned by name once in all of Norse mythology (twice if you count Snorri, but it seems like he's working from Völuspá in skamma, so it's probably just the first reference again), it seems natural to look for traces of her elsewhere. Merging her with other figures like Gullveig/Heiðr might be a way of adapting other lore so that their goddess has more written about her.

As an aside, if a figure from Völuspá is to be identified with Angrboða, I would expect it to be the unnamed in aldna í Járnviði, whose children are "Fenrir's kind."

I'm not really very familiar with Lokean groups or even really Facebook heathenry in general anymore, so it's very possible I'm missing some things. I don't really know anything about Norse mythology-inspired fiction.

[ohcoolnice]

Late

It’s a full story, I swear it’s just...I can’t figure out a title so we’re gonna just title each chapter. Also, each chapter’s title may seem like it connects to an insignificant detail, but it has deeper meaning. I’m known for my especially angsty works. MWAHAHAHAHA. 

SUMMARY: 

Marinette seriously just cannot afford mistakes, so, naturally, there are so, so, so many. First, four of their models call in sick, thanks to the lovely flu going around, meaning they don’t have anyone to model for most of their women’s pieces. Then, Adrien’s bright idea to have Marinette model her own pieces gets approved by Gabriel, and, obviously, it all backfires spectacularly-on him.***This is set in the future, The character’s are 19 and 20-ish. it’s all messed up tho bc i can’t figure out timelines so whatever. 

(THIS  CHAPTER IS A BIT BAcKSTORY, But also plot yay :) 

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Marinette could not afford to have anything go wrong today.

The new Gabriel HERO™ Collection was going to launch in two days, and with the delay she’d experienced last week with the fit models, she’d only gotten Gabriel’s approval on the final designs three days ago, stayed up all night to do the flats and came in the next day, sleep deprived and sure she’d have a heart attack with the amount of caffeine she’d consumed.

The department had been a great help. Ellie had agreed to touch up some small errors Marinette had made will working on the flats at four in the morning, enlisting Jonah, who was a wizard with Illustrator, to help her.

Samantha was great with construction, she knew every single stitch, and Marinette was sure she’d invented at least twenty of her own. She could work fast without making any errors, all the while making the rounds and helping anyone and everyone.

Marinette oversaw everything. Technically, on paper, she was an Intern. But she had been working with Gabriel for three years now, and not even out of Fashion School yet. At seventeen she’d begun interning, still surprised she’d got it, though she suspected guiltily that Adrien Agreste may have had some influence over the matter once he’d congratulated her when she’d never told him in the first place. They barely even spoke. Every so often she had nights where she felt so bad, maybe taking some other more talented girl’s spot only because she had gone to school with the designer’s son, that she would cry and sob until she passed out from exhaustion. It didn’t help she heard it often.

She learned to ignore comments and overtime the public perception of her grew more positive as people began to see her designs once Gabriel became her Mentor and put her in charge of design for several collections. She knew people knew her name as she often accompanied Gabriel to shows, taking notes on the pieces but also making notes on every work that came from Gabriel’s mouth, but she didn’t want to be too known. Even in fashion school, most of her classmates, obsessed with knowing everything about the fashion world, didn’t know who she was, just that she interned with Gabriel, perhaps. Marinette liked it that way. She wasn’t a big fan of too much attention. She preferred if she could wait until she graduated to make a name for herself.

Gabriel had admitted, in an awkward moment once two years ago, that he wasn’t overly sure as to why he decided to become a mentor to the baker’s daughter, but he remarked on the similarities he saw in his younger self and her.

She didn’t really believe him. She wasn’t sure she’d ever seen him smile, not once, even when she knew he was kind of proud of the work she was doing. Over the years she’d come to notice it wasn’t hard to read his expressions- okay, it was hard, just not impossible- once you’d spent enough time studying him. And Marinette took note of everything he did. Alya often wondered aloud how the designer wasn’t creeped out by her.

Marinette didn’t know how she could possibly be like Gabriel. He showed no emotion on most occasion, but she was the complete opposite. Another reason why the media often wondered what it was he saw in a seventeen-year-old intern. He knew her designing and construction skills from the competition she’d won three years prior, but that was really all he’d seen up until her portfolio, which she’d snuck onto one night before the leaving on what was supposed to be the last day of her internship. The eight days after that where she’d heard nothing had been the most depressing days of her life. Then she’d gotten a call from Nathalie, Gabriel’s assistant, asking her to come in, and she almost passed out. She’d cried so hard after that Alya had thought Marinette’s parents had died. Sometimes she wondered how Alya came up with the conclusions she did.

Everything afterwards hadn’t been smooth sailing, but it was all incredible. Every stressful task was worth it. She was being paid as an intern, since there weren’t technically any positions available at the time. There since had been some, but she didn’t dare ask for a raise. She liked being able to do everything without being confined to the title of “designer” or “dressmaker” or whatnot. She liked doing all of it. The customer service, the finances in accounting (she was terrible at it, but overly grateful), and obviously out of everything, the hands-on fashion was her favorite, but she was getting to experience working in every single aspect of one of the most successful Fashion Companies in the entire world, under the tutelage of Gabriel Agreste himself. She really didn’t think she deserved to be that lucky.

Of course, there were times where she’d broken down at two in the morning, struggling to finish an assignment while balancing school as well. Gabriel had the sort of connections where she was able to miss classes and take them at home thanks to a recording of the class, and while she utilized it, she didn’t really prefer it. She liked being in the class and learning hands on, in an environment electrified by the excitement of young adults itching to get out there and create art. She also knew she did tend to do the work for Gabriel before her studies, and it often resulted in stress and a rush the complete assignments and projects.

If she’d ever felt stress before, it was nothing in relation to the stress of the last two years. And even that was nothing in comparison to the stress of being late to a photo shoot that needed to be perfect because the entire goddamn collection would be public in two days and if she wasn’t ready, no amount of fondness Gabriel had come to feel for the girl would be able to save her job. This was a HUGE deal.

Her car pulled into her spot and she grabbed her things and breakfast for the crew. Next to her, Alya, who had taken the day off to help her best friend, took the trays and boxes from her hand and pushed her towards the entrance. “You’re already late girl, get out of here!”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” She pressed her hands together, blessing her friend for being so helpful, before rushing inside, hands full with the last pieces she’d finished last night before, thankfully, getting a good night’s sleep. She was glad the people from Vogue wouldn’t have to see her when she looked as if she’d been attacked by a bear and hit by a train. She didn’t want to wear makeup and risk the chance of feeling anything uncomfortable enough to distract her from her work.

She struggled with the door, grateful when she saw a glimpse of Adrien walking past inside from behind the garment bags covering her view. She knocked on the glass and the door opened a few seconds later.

“Thank ymph.” Her voice muffled behind the garment bags were met with a chuckle from Adrien as she felt the weight in her arms lessen a bit.

“Let me help you, Marinette, you look like you’ve got your hands full.” She gave him a blank look.

“That wasn’t even good. I don’t even know if that can be counted as a pun.” They were almost at the dressing station now, people rushed about, voices mixing as people rushed to prepare the stations and models. Chloe Bourgeois was the only superhero who had shared her identity, so, unfortunately, she would be modeling for the Queen Bee themed women’s pieces. Thankfully that was not until later.

“It can so be counted as a pun. But I’ll spare you because you’re so busy today. I’ll just have to write down my puns and attack you with them later.” She laughed softly, shaking her head as she gently let the bags rest on a table, hanging them up one by one as she took them out of the bags. Adrien’s eyes widened. “Oh wow. These are incredible Marinette. This is- wow.” He looked at her, his eyes sparking with…admiration? She wasn’t sure, but either way she didn’t understand his reaction. She was proud of her work, yes, but she hadn’t expected Adrien of all people to be so impressed by them.

“Thank you.” She replied, ducking her head to hide her blush. No, she had work to do. Focus, Marinette.

“So y-” She shushed him, placing a finger to his lips as he widened his eyes, face warming as he stared, cross-eyed at the finger on his lips.

“Nope, no talking. Let’s go, Hair and Makeup Chat Noir.” His face paled and he stammered and she raised a brow. “Adrien! Your father wants you as Chat Noir, so please don’t make me tell him you can’t do it and we have to find someone else because we really don’t have the time and I really don’t want to have that conversation with him.” He seemed to relax ever so slightly, the color returning to his face. Odd.

“Yeah, sorry, sure. I’ll go be Pat- I mean Chat!” He huffed in frustration and dragged a hand over his face tiredly, emerging with a weak smile that, despite getting over her crush ages ago, still sent her stomach into a frenzy. She pushed down the feeling and giggled. “Sorry, I’m tired.”

“We all are don’t worry. You’re just lucky it doesn’t show because this only can be done today. Now go before I kill you because I am very busy.” She scolded him and pushed him off as he tried to speak, hitting him with the papers in her hand. He laughed and stumbled out, turning to watch her walk back to her station, lost in her work, with a smile on his face.

As he turned to make his way to Hair and Makeup, he narrowly dogged Alya and she ran her way to Marinette, calling, “Hey, Blondie!” as she ran past.

“Who am I to you, Rapunzel?” He called back, eyes following her and landing back on Marinette, smiling with relief as her best friend arrived with food for the crew and Marinette’s purse. 

She’d really seemed to come into her own skin these last few years. For at least three years it was so hard for them to hang out. She was so awkward and stumbled over her words around him. Slowly it began to change and improve, and he found himself spending more time with her and his own mood began to improve as he did. He’d spent lots of time with her before, wearing the mask. He would steal her food and they would talk, laugh, play video games, board games. He loved watching her design and sketch. It was peaceful for him, hanging out with her as Chat Noir. It never was as Adrien. It bore down on him, kept him awake at night, not that he realized that until things changed, and he found himself able to hang out with her both in and out of costume. He realized how awful it was when he wasn’t sure if Marinette hated him or not. She was so different with him in his different personalities that he’d worried about it constantly, without even knowing it. It was all so confusing.

Looking at Marinette now, he felt a smile tug at his lips and a flutter in his heart.

She really was special. He couldn’t ask for a better friend.

[ackalice]

TMNT ships and shipkids? >:3

oooo boy ima assume you mean from my friend and I's story and not canon cuz I have no canon ships- none that I can think of, at least.

thank you for asking as always Meelu, I'm enjoying this excuse to ramble and explain so I can post art later on!

Adelaide and Donatello

Raphael and Maisie

Lucas and Leo

Yuki and Mikey

the ship kids I made have plenty pictures but I won't include them here cuz i dont think it would be fair to the others. they dont have pictures yet for... a reason that I'm sure you'll understand.

(color coded so its not confusing, and oldest to youngest)

Adamo and Bambinali

Nick, Koda, and Sakari

June Rei

Misaki, Teddy, Wakatoshi, Thea, Fuyumi, Sebastian, and Saemi

It's a running joke that Mikey, even though he was the youngest, was the first to be married, the first to give Splinter a grandchild, and has the most kids.

Here's a lil run down on all of them and their personality:

Adamo: Very shy and timid. He's a biology and writing nut. Mama's boy and hes proud. Gets dragged along on adventures by his sister.

Bambinali: Rowdy and loud. Extroverted out the wazoo. She also has issues getting out her emotions and takes care of it with boxing.

Nick: Very angy boy. He will throw down. Kinda standoffish with new people but he opens up and runs you wild once you get to know him.

Koda: Baby! Baby Koda! Sweet quiet turtle boy. He loves his parents and siblings very very much and would do anything for them. Overall just very kind and loving.

Sakari: She's like a tame version of Leo. Sarcastic and witty but also prefers to sit on the sidelines while her cousins get into trouble. But she will thrown down with Nick whenever he gets on her nerves.

June Rei: OOOO Very puffy lil ferret bab. Has trouble calming down and seems to have infinite energy. Rough and tumble lil princess.

Misaki: Staple eldest sister. She's very athletic. Also enjoys helping her parents out so they don't go insane. Responsible and Intimidating (to her younger siblings).

Teddy: Chill older brother. Literally does not care. He will totally help his little sisters put Sebastian on the ceiling for fun. Tried to get Thea to grow weed once.

Wakatoshi: Boho style. Loving and gives the BEST hugs. Takes after his dad in the artist department. Wears a bunch of beaded jewelry.

Thea: Reads a crap ton of books. Botanist; loves her plants to death. She is very sassy and takes fashion tips from her mom. Will terminate her siblings if they mess with her babies (House plants).

Fuyumi: Emo. Wears LOTS of black clothing and jewelry. Protective of her siblings and will beat people up if they mess with her family.

Sebastian: Grunge lil boy. He gives off a very off-putting vibe but is secretly super gentle fr. still acts tough tho, dont doubt it.

Saemi: The youngest cutie patootie. Everyone babys her to no end. She is skiddish and will hide in her shell at the slightest scare. Mikey usually cradles her to coax her back out. if that doesn't work, he brings out a funny persona to make her laugh.

@ilike2drawstuff

^ Leo and Mikey's kids and significant others are their ocs, btw. I'm showing them off bc their characters are magnificent- THANK YOU for letting me talk abt ur wee babes.

[oopey-doopey]

What do ya think Donna’s s/o’s reaction would be when they find out that Donna eats nothing but treats and sweets

I’m eating strawberry pancakes as I write this, so this feels hypocritical

At first you think it’s just a really big sweet tooth, you’ve found yourself in the past eating nothing but junk for awhile so your not that concerned

Then you notice how many sticky wrappers, jellies, jams, pastries and other sugary treats are exactly in the house

Again this wouldn’t be an issue if not for the fact you can’t find anything BUT the confections and candies

It would put Willy Wonka’s factory to shame really

“Donna, sweetie, can I ask you something?” “Yes, dear?” “What’s with all the sweets?”

She seems a little confused, “What ever do you mean?” It’s genuine and innocent

“There’s only candies, pastries and cookies-” “And cakes” “...And cakes in the house... Why?”

“That’s what I eat.” “Why?” “Because that’s all I need” “Who told you that?” “Angie.”

You immediately understand the issue, as taking eating advice from a doll obsessed with tea parties can’t be good

Actually... you’re not entirely sure the lords (excluding Alcina) need to eat things or if it’s like a hobbie

Either way only eating sweets can’t be good and you immediately explain to Donna (much to Angie’s annoyance) that it isn’t good.

You start bringing literally any other food into the house; fruits, vegetables, meats, non-sweet bread.

Angie insists it’s all poison and Donna is scared to eat broccoli, “Why did you bring tiny trees?”

You insist it’s not poison and start small: Honey roasted carrots. They are sweet but technically healthy

Donna looks over your shoulder the whole time you’re making it and Angie hounds you

“It smells funny.” “You can’t smell Angie.” “I bet it would smell funny.” You think about shoving a carrot in her mouth just to keep her quiet.

When you finally plate it, Donna just pokes at it, possibly debating on backing out in favor of a tea cake

Then she sees you happily munching away at your serving and decides it may not be that bad

....

Holy crap it’s good! She’s surprised that it’s somehow sweet and earthy(?). It’s no short bread but it good in a different way

She’s even more excited that she can grow some of these veggies in her garden

You are very pleased that she’s liking it but soon regret it when she constantly wants you to make something new each night

It’s a lot but anything for your beloved ❤️

Plus when you’re cooking she’ll come up and hug you from behind (score) to see what you’re making.

Sometimes she’ll sneak in a kiss under the guise of getting a closer look.

You tell her to stop (you don’t mean it) cause it’s distracting and you’ll burn something (has happened once)

Every night turns into a cooking date night and you both couldn’t be happier.

[einsteinsugly]

Steven James Hyde (born November 28, 1959), an '80s Man...

"Screws fall out all the time, the world's an imperfect place." -John Bender, The Breakfast Club

*****

Welcomed, to the Forman and Barnett Family:

Jacqueline "Jackie" Hyde (nee Burkhart) (wife, May 1982-present)

Rebecca "Becca" Hyde (daughter, with Jackie, born December 5, 1985)

James Hyde (son, with Jackie, born October 22, 1987)

William "WB" Barnett (still his dad)

Angela "Angie" Barnett (still his sister)

William "Will" Clark (nephew)

Reginald "Red" and Katherine "Kitty" Forman (adopted parents, since April 1982)

Eric Forman (adopted brother)

Donna Pinciotti-Forman (nee Pinciotti) (adopted sister-in-law)

Elizabeth "Betsy" Kelso, Katherine "Kate" Forman, and Cecilia Acosta (goddaughters [adopted niece; for Kate], with Jackie)

Alexander "Alex" Forman (upcoming adopted nephew [*cough* niece *cough*])

Adrian Forman (adopted nephew), Hannah Kelso and Ashley Tate (basically his nieces)

Location(s):

Point Place, Wisconsin (January-March 1980)

Milwaukee, Wisconsin (March 1980-September 1989)

Chicago, Illinois (September 1989-present)

Occupation(s):

Owner and manager of the Point Place Grooves (January-March 1980), owner and manager of the West Milwaukee Grooves (March 1980-September 1989), owner and manager of the Rogers Park and Hyde Park Grooves (September 1989-present)

Interests:

Hobbies: Music, music, music. Learning how to play guitar. Hanging out with the wife and kids. Playing some chess. The occasional beer or joint, the occasional party or circle. The guys watched The Brave Little Toaster when they were high as fuck once. Because the creators had to be high, man, to write a whole fuckin' movie (based on a book, apparently) about talking appliances.

Movies: Stand by Me, Rain Man, National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation, Heathers, The Breakfast Club. He watches the last two with Jackie, and the National Lampoon stuff with Forman and Donna, usually.

TV: Little House on the Prairie. Forman and Donna rope him into watching Cheers and The Wonder Years sometimes. Most 80s sitcoms suck, though. It's all super G rated, nuclear family crap. He only likes that stuff in real life, not idolized on some half-assed TV set.

Music: Lots of the old stuff. Zeppelin, Rolling Stones, The Who, The Grateful Dead, Pink Floyd, Black Sabbath. Some Santana and Steely Dan, if he's in a good mood. He listens to some new releases from AC/DC, Queen, Blue Oyster Cult, Springsteen, and other holdovers from the 70s.

But ever since Bonham and Lennon died, music hasn't been the same. Hair metal sucks (fuck Twisted Sister, Poison, Motley Crue, and Def Leppard), and so does the soft rock crap Forman calls rock (it's barely rock music, catered to the masses), so only a few popular 80s bands pique his interest. Mainly, Metallica, Iron Maiden, and Guns 'N Roses. Bon Jovi's all right, but that's more of Forman and Donna's thing.

By the end of the decade, though, the alternative and grunge scene's where it's at. Nirvana, Soundgarden, Red Hot Chili Peppers. A bunch of other underground stuff, which he's more than willing to support. With his hard-earned, cold-hard cash.

Extra Note: Orwell's dystopia gets closer and closer to comin' true, all the fuckin' time...

[phoneybeatlemania-bit-the-dust]

Angela McCartney and Geoff Bakers “novel” - an analysis.

So @beatlepaul4ever brought this to my attention - in the review section of Amazon, for the book “Rock Bottom” by Geoff Baker, there is a comment from someone claiming to be Angela McCartney.

For context:

Paul McCartneys dad (Jim McCartney) married a woman named Angela, sometime after the passing of his first wife, who was Pauls mum. Jim died in 1976, but Angela is still alive at 91 years of age.

I haven’t read Geoffs book, but from what ive been told about it, it is a fiction book about PR man who has to cover up the gay affairs of a famous rockstar.

There’s this article written for a little more insight regarding Paul and Geoffs relationship - but take this with a grain of salt, because it is the Daily Mail (if you live in England then I know you know what I mean by “its the daily mail”) (basically its a crap newspaper)

Geoff Baker was Pauls publicity chief, and worked with him for 15 years. Paul fired Geoff in 2003, after he allegedly tipped off a photographer about a private appearance the he was making. Paul later retracted the sacking but Geoff left his employment a year later. Perhaps it should also be noted that this is around the time of Pauls marriage to Heather Mills.

On this website it states: “Baker is claiming he wasn’t sacked: he resigned over the old cliché ‘irreconcilable differences’ with Paul’s powerful missus Heather Mills McCartney.”

The same website also states this quote from Geoff: “I could write hundreds of books about Paul, but I’d never do it…It would cheapen everything. I think it’s entirely wrong to work for someone and then write a book about them.” But you could do it? There would be nothing stopping you? “Of course I could do it. But it isn’t a consideration. It’s never going to happen.”

Based on quotes from this post, it seems that Geoff and Paul did not end on sour terms. There was conflict im sure, and he appears to have really disliked Heather, but overall I don’t think he’s held a strong grudge against Paul.

So is this Amazon review legit? Lets assess:

My initial thought was, quite possibly it is! Because Angela McCartney is not a particularly well known name, and quite an obscure figure in Beatles history - and so it would be bizarre for someone to steal her identity. It certainly wouldn’t be impossible for someone to impersonate her, but I feel it would be unlikely that someone would.

But also, I did consider that it would be surprising that a 91 year old would be capable of using the internet to a pretty functional degree - most elderly people I know really struggle with using the internet. BUT after doing a little more research, and reading this interview, it appears that she’s one of those old people who are actually pretty competent with technology!

Another notable aspect of the comment is that she congratulates “Geoff and Jill”. I presume Jill is Geoffs wife, though there isn’t much information on Geoff Baker, and so I am not able to verify that fact. But if it is true that he is married to “Jill”, I think that would be almost definitive evidence that this is the real Angela, because it would be such an obscure fact that really only the real Angie would know.

So do I, personally, believe that this review is from the real Angie McCartney? This might come as a surprise because im usually such a skeptic, but I do actually believe that this is quite likely to be the real Angela! We can’t really tell for certain, because theres no profile picture and no way to verify her - but this seems pretty legit!

So now, assuming this is legit, lets analyse the contents of Angie’s comment:

The thing I find most notable, is that she uses quotation marks for the word fiction (“fiction”) - clearly implying that she does not think that this is actually a work of fiction.

I haven’t read the book, so I have no idea what its about - but if its true that the novel is about a PR man having to cover up for a rockstars gay relationships (as one anon told me) then I think that that, combined with the “fiction” comment, is really notable.

Also that she finalises her comment, talking about being inspired to write her own memoir tells us that she does not consider Geoffs book a work of fiction. Additionally, I think that she being Pauls step-mother gives us perhaps another inference: that she thinks Geoffs book is largely about Paul, and that she is considering writing her own memoir, telling her stories regarding both her own life, but also im sure, her relationship with Paul and anecdotes about him, at least to some degree. And she appears not disagree with or discredit any of the stories, that she believes to be true, in Geoffs book. And Geoffs book is about a closeted rockstar. So my suspicions have been raised - one amazon comment that may or may not be legit is nothing definitive, but maybe its a little insightful, if it is legit

Anyway, those were just some thoughts - feel free to share and discuss :)

Somebody whose actually, you know, read the bloody book probably has something more interesting to add then anything ive said really lol