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[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

The Temptation Chapter 1

Summary: Father Barnes is devout, steadfast, and undeterred by flirtatious congregants.  So why does this fallen angel tempt him so?  You cannot serve two masters.  Will he choose God, or his heart? Here's the Priest!Bucky x curvy!reader fic! I hope y'all like it. Warnings: eventual smut; religion (yes it's a warning); mentions of past sexual assault

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“Father Barnes, I have some unfortunate news.”

Bucky turned towards his senior priest, Father Richards.  “Yes?”

“Constance Y/L/N has just passed away.”

“Oh,” Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed as he processed the news.  “How sad.  I mean, she was getting up there in age but, still, a great loss.”

“Yes, it is.  Her funeral arrangements will be handled by her granddaughter, Y/N Y/L/N.  She should be landing into town tomorrow, I was hoping you would be willing to pick her up at the airport and bring her to Constance’s home, then schedule a meeting about the arrangements and the service?”

“Of course, Father.”

That’s where Bucky found himself now, waiting in the baggage claim area of the airport with a sign in his hand that had her name written on it.  He had no idea what she looked like or knew anything about her.  As he looked around, waiting patiently, a woman came through the door that made him do a double take.  She was beautiful, short and curvy, dressed in a long black dress that she kept stepping on, covered by an oversized, long, black and ripped sweatshirt that read “WOMEN RUN SHIT” in red embroidery, Converse sneakers that peeked from under her dress, with long pointy nails and her pink hair piled atop her head, held up by a black scarf.  She had very little makeup on except for a dark, blood red lipstick that Bucky couldn’t seem to stop staring at.  She looked around until her eyes fell on Bucky, read the sign, and gave him a polite smile as she headed towards him.  Bucky gave her a polite smile back as he tried to hide the panic he was feeling inside.   

“Father Barnes?” Y/N asked as she approached him.

“Yes, Y/N Y/L/N?”

“That’s me,” she flashed him a full smile, making her teeth look stark against her lipstick.  

“Is this all you have?” Bucky asked, looking at the purse and backpack slung over her shoulders and the large rolling suitcase she had.

“Yep, don’t have much.  Thank you for the ride.  I haven’t been to Brooklyn since I was a kid and I just didn’t wanna deal with the hassle of a taxi or Uber.”

“It’s no problem.”

Bucky tried hard to not stare at her or even look at her too much.  He had been a priest at his parish for 15 years, and had never had a moment where he felt like he was being led astray, like he’d always been warned about during his seminary years.  He felt secure in his promises and covenants to the church and to God.  And yet here was this woman, who just waltzed into his life on a chance, who he was feeling something very strange towards that made him question his life.  And he didn’t even know her.  Sinful.

“So what do you do for a living?” Bucky tried to break the ice as he drove silently, weaving through the New York traffic as best as he could.

“I’m a traveling photographer,” Y/N said as she watched the buildings and bridges fly by.  

“Really?  That’s interesting.  How did you get into that?” he asked.

“Um, it just kinda fell into my lap, I guess,” Y/N answered, giving him a glance.  “I grew up in Brooklyn, went to the church and everything with my grandmother, but at 16 I decided it wasn’t for me and went through a bit of a rough patch for a while.  Started taking pictures as I went from place to place, posting online, and gained a following.  Here I am, 16 years later, getting paid to go places and take pictures and give travel advice.”

“Wow,” Bucky breathed.  “Where’s your favorite place you’ve been?

“Well, traveling as a plus sized person has its challenges,” she started, shifting in her seat.  “The place that I felt most comfortable was the Leeward Islands, so Bora Bora, Tahiti, those areas of French Polynesia.”

“Very tropical,” Bucky commented.

“Ha, yes,” she giggled.  “A big reason why I loved it.”  She paused and looked at him.  “Have you ever been on a beach like that?”

“No,” Bucky answered.  “A beach at a lake when I was a kid, but nothing quite as pretty as crystal blue waters,” he glanced at her, giving her a lopsided smile.

“Hm,” Y/N watched him, a sad expression flitting across her face.  “That’s too bad.  There’s really nothing like it.”  She paused again, a mischievous grin pulling at her lips.  “A pretty thing like you on a sandy beach in Bora Bora would do wonders with the locals.”

Bucky’s eyes widened at her compliment.  He cleared his throat and swallowed as he tried to relax the blush that filled his cheeks.  “Thank you for the compliment.”

“Anytime, handsome,” she teased him, huffing out a laugh at his expense.

Bucky wasn’t blind to the fact that he had attractive features.  He’d been hit on too many times to count by the women, and some of the men, in his congregation throughout the years.  Some tried harder than others, the idea of a forbidden love or lust-driven “corrupting the priest” sounding appealing.  He’d been able to squash those easily.  He could of course see or recognize when people were attractive, and occasionally had the fleeting thought of “what if?”  But it sounded different coming from her for some reason.  

“I mean really, if the priests looked like you when I was in church I would have paid more attention.”

She said it in such a deadpan tone that Bucky couldn’t help but to fully laugh.  She joined him in laughing as they finally pulled up to her grandmother’s brownstone home.  Bucky helped her hoist her large luggage up the stairs.  Y/N grabbed the key from the hidden spot that the estate lawyer had told her about and let herself and Bucky in.  She wheeled the luggage off to the side as she looked around the foyer.

“Almost exactly the same,” she muttered.

“Y/N���”

“You know, it’s just very strange for me to call you Father,” Y/N interrupted him as she whirled around to face him.  “What’s your first name?”

Bucky’s eyebrows shot up.  “Oh, um, it’s James, but I always went by Bucky.”

“Bucky?” Y/N repeated it, looking confused.

Bucky silently reveled in how she said his name.  “My middle name is Buchanan, don’t ask me why,” he joked, making her snort.  “Bucky for short.  I just always went by that rather than James when I was younger.”

“Well is it alright if I call you Bucky?” Y/N asked hopefully.

Bucky really should have said no, that it’s not appropriate for people to call him by his name rather than his title.  Yet he found himself saying, “Yes.”

“Great.  I’m sorry I interrupted you, what were you going to say?” 

“Well, my senior priest, Father Richards and I would like to set up a meeting with you to go over the funeral arrangements.  When would you like to do that?”

“Sure, um…” Y/N got distracted by something in the foyer.  Bucky followed her eye line to the large cross her grandmother had mounted above the door.  She sighed heavily before meeting his gaze.  “How about tomorrow?  10 a.m.?”

“That sounds great,” Bucky agreed.  “Well, is there anything else I could help you with while I’m here?”

“No, thank you.  You’ve been very helpful,” Y/N gave him a tight lipped smile.  “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Great, see you then.”  Bucky turned away and out the door, unable to handle being in such a close space with her anymore.

As he got back into the parish car and drove back to the church he heaved a heavy sigh of his own.  This is going to be dangerous.

***

The next morning Bucky found himself taking more time to get ready.  He was trimming his beard, redoing his hair in a bun and repeatedly straightening out his Roman collar and his shirt.  He knew why he was doing it but was in deep denial.

Father Richards was waiting in the main office as Bucky went out to the sanctuary to see if Y/N had shown up yet.  When he walked in he easily found her sitting on one of the pews.  Today she wore a long, fluffy cardigan with a sports bra and flowy lounge pants.  She wore no makeup and her hair looked like she’d just rolled out of bed.  

“Good morning, Y/N,” Bucky greeted her as he approached.

Y/N was staring at the large cross at the front of the sanctuary with the statue of Jesus hanging on it.  Her eyes slowly turned to him, a frown on her face that she tried to hide quickly.

“Good morning, Bucky,” she greeted him, her voice sounding scratchy.  “I’m sorry I look a mess, the jet lag is making me feel rough.”

“I understand, it’s alright,” Bucky gestured for her to follow him.

He led her back into the hallways of the church until they reached the main priest’s office.  Y/N paused for a moment outside the office door as Bucky held it open for her, before she inhaled quickly and stepped through the door.

“Miss Y/L/N, my name is Father Richards,” Richards held his hand out, which she stiffly shook.  “I’m sorry we couldn’t meet under more pleasant circumstances.  May I offer my deepest condolences to you.”

“Thank you,” Y/N said somberly.  She sat on the chair in front of the large wooden desk.  Her eyes settled on one scuffed spot on the desk as Father Richards and Bucky sat across from her.

“So, let’s get started,” Father Richards began.  “I’m sure you know your grandmother was a big supporter of the church.  She gave us some of our largest donations over her lifetime.  She had some instructions she left with me but I wanted to make sure everything sounded good to you before I enacted them, or if there was something left in her will that I wasn’t aware of?”

“The will and everything else is stuck in probate court right now,” Y/N answered, her tired eyes trying to focus on him.  “So honestly, whatever she told you is fine.  Doesn’t really matter to me.”

“I see,” Father Richards said, sounding a little annoyed.  Bucky glanced at him.

“Please don’t mistake my indifference for not caring,” Y/N retorted.  “I loved my grandmother, I just didn’t love her religion.  And that caused a rift between us.  I haven’t seen or spoken to her in years, so I was pretty surprised when I got a call from a lawyer in New York telling me she’d died and left me everything,” she continued, her words getting more curt by the second.  “No offense to either of you but me being here is highly triggering.  So is there anything else you need from me?”

“Uh, yes,” Richards tried to recover the conversation, his tone sounding more jovial.  “She did ask that you sing at her funeral.”  

“Absolutely not,” Y/N spat, her eyes narrowing as she minutely shook her head.

“Oh, well, I mean that’s what she wrote here–”

“No.”  

Bucky watched on in concern.  He knew the church came with a lot of baggage for some people, that its history was unclean.  He worried about what this would mean for them as she worked with them for this funeral.

“Hm, of course you don’t have to, but she always said how you had a lovely singing voice–”

“I said no,” she seethed.  “Now if you’ll excuse me,” she stood suddenly, Bucky and Father Richards copying her.  “I need to go.  Just call me if you need something else.”  She rummaged into her cardigan pocket, pulling out a wallet and taking out a business card, flinging it at them on the desk.  “Good day.”

She turned on her heel and hightailed it out of the office.  Father Richards and Bucky exchanged a bewildered look.  “Go,” Father Richards instructed.

Bucky jogged out of the office to catch up to Y/N.  “Y/N, please wait!”

Y/N sighed loudly as she turned back around to Bucky.  “I’m sorry for my rudeness, I just can’t stay here,” she said, continuing to walk away. 

“Hey,” he jogged around her until he faced her.  “Obviously there’s some deep problems you have with the church.”

“No shit Sherlock,” she dodged him, heading towards the front doors.

“And I don’t blame you!” Bucky walked alongside her.  “There have been bad things that have happened in its history.”

Y/N stopped abruptly as she rounded on him.  “To ME!” she pointed a finger towards herself.  Bucky stopped, his eyes widening at her.  She was shaking as she tried to calm herself.  She took a deep breath and a step back from him.  “I appreciate that the church has given you comfort, peace, a purpose maybe, but I grew up here,” she paused, stopping herself from crying.  “Father Carmine was here before you two, right?”  Bucky nodded his head slowly as he watched her.  “He hurt me.”

Bucky felt his heart plummet.  He had met Father Carmine many years ago as he and Father Richards were transferred in to replace him.  He had had an amazing rapport with the community, his congregation seemed to love him.  Now Bucky knew the reason for his sudden retirement.

Y/N scoffed.  “That notch on the desk?  In the office?  That’s from the heel of my shoe,” she took a step closer to him as she peered up at him, a fury in her eyes that made him feel like withering on the spot.  “My Mary Jane shoes, from my school uniform, when I was 15 years old.”  Bucky felt like he was going to throw up as he digested this information.  “So you’ll have to excuse me, if coming here to the place where I was abused and then unbelieved by the woman who raised me who I now have to bury, is dredging up some pretty raw emotions in me right now.”  Y/N was whispering now, her eyes filling with tears as she glared at him.  “Every cross, every Jesus statue, every rosary, every goddamn Roman collar,” her eyes flickered to his neck, “reminds me of that day.  So the fact that my grandmother was willing to still hold her funeral here in this godforsaken place, and then have the audacity to throw her money at me and ask me to sing?”  Y/N shivered violently as she grunted.  “I can’t…”

Bucky didn’t know what to do as he watched her fight off an oncoming panic attack.  “Y/N, hey…look,” he started to take off his Roman collar.  She watched him hesitantly.  “See?  Look, just me.  Not Father Barnes, not Father anything, just Bucky.”  He held his hands up towards her in a sign of meaning no harm.  “Constance was extremely devout, for sure,” Y/N scoffed again, rolling her eyes.  “But that was no excuse for her not to believe you,” he took a step forward.  Y/N’s eyes narrowed at him.  “You deserved to be believed.  You deserved justice, and you never got it.  I’m so sorry,” he took another step until he could reach out and hold her arms.  He lowered his face so he was eye level with her.  “I’m so sorry for what happened to you.  You didn’t deserve it, no one deserves that.” Y/N’s tears finally fell as she shook in his hands.  “And I’m sorry for Father Richards pushing you, he’s a very…no nonsense, regimented kind of guy.  But he should have taken your refusal the first time.”  He squeezed her arms and she took a shaky breath.  “We’ll follow her instructions, get through the funeral, and then you can be done with this place.  And go enjoy a long vacation on a beach in Bora Bora for me.”

Y/N laughed at that, her smile finally breaking the sadness etched in her face.  She wiped her eyes as Bucky dropped his hands from her.  He felt like his palms were stinging from the sensation of touching her.  “Thank you, Bucky,” she sniffed.  

“No problem,” he smiled at her.  “I know this isn’t a great place for you, but I hope you know that I believe you, and I’m here for you.”

Y/N gave him a long look, her eyes roaming his face momentarily.  She nodded and turned to leave, then suddenly turned back around and walked up to him.  She wound her arms around his waist and gave him a hug, squeezing him.  He barely had a chance to hug her back before she stepped away and walked out of the front doors.  Bucky watched her leave, already missing the way she smelled.

**picture if from Pinterest, it's A.I. so there's no "artist" or "creator"**

[hwajin]

— love can burn like a cigarette

⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 ✦ :: hwang hyunjin | 4k follower event

genre: smut, angst

pairing: hyunjin x gn!reader

warnings: implications of double unrequited love and cheating THO i didn't write this with cheating in mind, it can be interpreted that way!

req

Your hips moved in a matter of their own, restless, tireless against his ones and he met you halfway, just as eagerly, just as wanting, desperate, needing. A feeling burning all around you, singeing like cigarette butts on soften skin, deep and painful, addicting.

It was wrong. In a way, maybe not entirely, yet not fully righteous either. You knew of it — knew of your love to another, knew acting upon it was safer, the option more secure, the one a person with coherent thinking would decide upon. And every time you were almost there, almost reached that other with the very tip of your finger there was Hyunjin to grab it instead, to intertwine digits, to lay palm on palm, to grant you a kiss so great your heart was ever absent of another. And though not necessarily in love for you, then surely for Hyunjin.

He loved you. Irrationably and unconditionally, more so than you loved the other. And he fell for you deeper with every touch you gifted him, with every kiss you had mercy enough to litter upon his skin, all and every of the words you spoke to him, as banal as could be and yet the only words he wanted to be left to hear. And he knew it was hopeless, knew that you'd leave soon again, only left to hope that your farewell pained you even half as much as it pained him. That your parting maybe dug a hole just as big into your heart as it did into his, anew and anew until all was left a gruesome gash, big and never bound to be fixed if not by you — he was utterly insane for wishing pain upon you, yet it'd be the only token proving your love.

You moved in rhythm against him and he met it in response, his hands glued onto your body, moulding and forming your flesh to his liking, fingers digging into you, prone to leave soft marks on deep skin. He was all around you, taking you in, inhaling you as long as he could, as long as he had you — you wouldn't stay with him for much longer and using the time he had left, unknowing of when you'd next get a change of mind, when you'd next search for him again, was and idea he seemed smart, over and over again. Because over and over again you went and found him, despite promising you wouldn't — and over and over again Hyunjin believed you, prepared to have seen you a last time, falling ten times deeper whenever you stood before him anew.

Your hands painted shapes onto his body as well, nails scratching at him to draw deep red lines, across shoulder and arms, your lips on his neck, tongue darting out to lick, teeth grazing to bite, to leave flowers in colours of purple and ruby. Your legs grew tired with every of your movement and you collapsed onto his half-sitting figure, his back against the head of the sofa, his arms finding your body momentarily, caging you in by your waist, not planning to let go of you for an eternity. Your hips clashed against his though lazier now, exhausted, bodies worn out, at their limit. And yet, meeting your tired hips midway, connecting core against core in shallow thrusts it didn't take long until your body contracted, until Hyunjin's head threw back to expose veined and flushed up neck, until his eyes squeezed shut and your nails dug into his skin so deep it surely drew pain. Until your bodies reached release in matter nearly simultaneously — lovers almost, an illusion Hyunjin would bask in for moments to follow before all would shatter, before you'd cross the barrier and leave, up until the next time you'd need him.

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[mcflymemes]

THE PARENT TRAP PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from the 1998 film

what's going on?

i have class and you don't.

i'll tell you what i'm gonna do.

what was your mother like?

i agree. it totally sucks.

we actually did it!

still biting those nails, i see.

oh, don't do this to me. i'm already seeing double.

any of your pictures ruined?

it's time to break up this little love fest.

you're young, beautiful, sexy...

i may never be alone with you again.

what do you expect? to live happily ever after?

what did you call me?

yes. to all of the above.

ooh, let me help you with that.

you know, sometime if we're ever really alone maybe we could talk about what happened between us.

i'm sorry, it's just i've missed you so much.

get the picture?

it ended so fast.

wow, suddenly you're so interested in math!

have you seen your father?

i would pay big money to see that woman climb a mountain.

who are you, robert de niro? yes, i am talking to you.

you probably don't remember me...

if that's the way you want it, then let the games begin.

this arrangement really sucks.

come here, we have to talk.

i think there's something on your head.

i love oreos. at home, i eat them with peanut butter.

okay, sorry. got a little nervous!

the man went completely ashen like i was the bloody ghost of christmas past.

can one of you get something cold for my head?

this is so scary.

i promise i'll make your lives miserable.

i think it's an awesome idea. inspired. brilliant, really.

i know. it seems like it's been forever.

okay, on the count of three, we'll show them to each other.

this is beyond coincidence. this is beyond imagination!

i know she was really beautiful.

most people find that totally disgusting.

totally, it's like a dream come true.

will you stop thinking about your stomach at a time like this?

i'm really thirsty.

i think you're kind of missing the point.

hey, you sounded just like me!

i learned it at camp.

it's me or them.

let's discuss this calmly. calmly and rationally.

this is so scary.

i've never been so happy in my entire life.

i have a brilliant beyond brilliant idea!

excuse me?

may your life be far less complicated than mine.

that's where i have to go.

what are you doing here?

we were so young. we both had tempers, we said stupid things so i packed.

i made the mistake of not coming after you once. i'm not going to do that again no matter how brave you are.

what has gotten into you?

you didn't come after me.

that's perfectly... perfect. have fun.

you can't get married!

i'm not so hungry anymore.

that really doesn't matter anymore.

i suppose you just expect me to go weak at the knees, and fall into your arms, and cry hysterically.

don't shut your eyes!

i'm going to take the lead.

we have a butler?

we decided to switch places.

honey, you never looked better.

this is where we're eating?

that girl is without a doubt the lowest most awful creature to ever walk the planet.

can i hug her?

how exactly are we paying for this?

i'm supposed to, aren't i?

start unzipping.

go on, just do it.

i'm crawling back into bed, and sleeping 'til lunch.

i'll make you a little deal.

i didn't even know you spoke french.

nobody. forget i mentioned it.

i've loved you your whole life.

that does not sound like a possibility, babe.

it'll totally ruin completely everything!

you wanna know the real difference between us?

how did you know that?

that would be correct.

you have no idea.

mine's a pathetic little thing.

i just hope that one day you could love me as me.

thank you, thank you very much!

don't look at me. i don't know a thing.

you're g ood, but you're just not good enough.

what are you rummaging in your trunk for this time?

don't you realize what's happening?

this is so freaky.

if i didn't know any better, i'd say it's almost like you were... forget it. it's impossible.

i hope you're not mad because i love you so much.

loser jumps into the lake after the game.

i changed a lot over the summer.

i've never seen you and i've dreamt of meeting you my whole life.

[prismaticpichu]

Can you imagine I like to read Sephiroth fanfics???

As I’m going back and re-reading some of the dearest, most embedded Crisis Core/Pre-Nibelheim works in my heart, I’ve kinda gotten to thinking why I love them so much. And then it hit me! It’s the stellar characterization of the 7-foot-tall-cat-man-thing that deepens and dimensionalizes and humanizes him all at once. Recently I’ve been reevaluating my own stuff, kinda thinking how I could improve and shoot to be more on-point with my own interpretation (personally I think I make him too squishy). So! To do this, I’ve went ahead and jotted down some key traits that, in my humble bumble opinion, make sane!Sephiroth who he is- both for me and my fellow writers!

Get ready for some overanalyzing, friends. Here we go. Brace yourselves. *applies dollar store glasses*

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• One of the #1 integral traits imo is his RESILIENCE. Sephiroth. Is. Frigging. Resilient, man. He never stops working. It’s an extremely double-edged trait, but that makes it all the more human. On one hand, Sephiroth gauzes wounds through doing this, using work and fighting as a distraction. He’s not a guy to take a day off; he ain’t going to Costa Del Sol for a vacation, no sir. That’s the negative side of things tho. On the other hand, Sephiroth is physically resilient! I’ve never ever ever seen this portrayed better than in LuckyLadybug’s fic Shine Until Tomorrow on FF.Net, wherein after being consumed by flames, knifed in the back, and thrown down a FREAKING MOUNTAIN, this man drags his shredded body all the way across Wutai looking for someone who’ll help him. When help doesn’t come, he eventually falls to his knees, unable to stand any longer. And then he proceeds to crawl (bless this fic I love it so much <333). Whether it’s mentally or physically pushing himself on, it’s a VERY core part of Sephiroth’s personality; giving up ain’t an option. It’s unacceptable in his little kitty eyes.

• Second to resilience, I gotta say, is undoubtedly his loyalty. No better example for this than canon itself! Y’all know the story: Sephiroth was ordered to kill his only buddies in the world, ordered by the company he was supposed to devote every aspect of his life to. And he went ahead and defied them; he spared his buddies’ lives even when their friendship was blighted. He refused missions to fight them at all (see this WHY SEPHIROTH WAS TOO GOOD FOR— *tv bleeping sound; takes deeeeeep breath, collects herself*). Loyalty is prolly the trait I wanna nail most! Sephiroth is a good friend. I’ve seen so many fics explore how deep his care goes and what he’s willing to do for others.

• Sephiroth AIN’T bloodthirsty. The best works I’ve read is where he only ever kills out of defense for others, or when others are a noticeable threat. He does NOT enjoy killing, not at all, and will look for alternate routes when possible. However! At the same time… the guy is well aware that sometimes it can’t be helped—and that bloodshed, sacrifice, that whole jam… it’s all engraved into the line of work he’s in. Additionally, Seph can lose it sometimes (GASP— I know, I know, I know, calm down folks in the back.) There are times when sore spots are hit, and those sore spots unleash the Dragon™️ I’ma bring back LuckyLadybug for this one; in the sequel to the aftermentioned gem, there’s a part wherein Sephiroth is taunted to the point of snapping. Blood is sent flying, bodies crumble like dominoes… The thing is though, when he came back to himself, he’s horrified at what he’d done. He can barely stand. There’s a real human heart in there, folks ;,3 Not a monstrous one. Sephiroth’s hero title is well-deserved.

• In a similar vein—kinda, not really—Sephiroth AIN’T stupid. Not socially, not culturally. This man knows what an oatmeal cookie is, folks! He knows how to dip french fries in ketchup! From what I can gauge, there’s more or less a spectrum of “things that Sephiroth had no idea existed”. Pastries? Yes! Just cause this guy was most likely sheltered and raised by evil slimy scientists, just because he never had one before (we don’t talk about that :,3), that doesn’t mean he looks at a cookie and his mind explodes into a Windows buffering screen. In tandem with that point, Sephiroth is also not socially slow—at least in my opinion. There’s a difference between being unable to express empathy and unable to pick up cues. There’s a little scene in CC wherein Sephiroth sees Zack grumpy and asks what’s wrong. The guy is very empathetic, perceptive, and he is kind <333 But it is true to his character that it doesn’t always come across so palpably.

• Sephiroth’s gotta sense of humor. He does! “This goes on your permanent record” came outta this refrigerator’s mouth. Sephiroth’s amusement is very veiled, very quiet, and it usually takes something reeallllly good to get him to crack a smile. I think everyone knows it, but this guy ain’t made of bricks! (Nor is he made of play-doh. That’s my problem x,D). He is also not all that formal, either. I’m saying this to myself more than anything—little me avoided Sephiroth using contractions like the PLAGUE, which only really crafted someone who you frankly wanted to punch. Though he’s not throwing around slang, he is a perfectly chill fellow and doesn’t speak in Shakespearian riddles (yeah remake Seph.)

• Sephiroth is not thinking about his mommy issues 24/7. They’re usually tucked away, hidden somewhere in his caged little heart. Certain things will trigger them—but they’re rarities imo. Sephiroth is focused, professional, and most likely has accepted what happened to his mother when he was young. It’s not allllllll a mask, y’know? This bean genuinely has moved on, or at least convinced himself that he has.

(And when he has a friend by his side, those things can’t plague him at all <3)

[solarsavoy]

If there are still no other asks I will give you another one.

3, 6, 17 and 25 please.

Yup, still just you! (And I don't mind. Interactions are interactions. XD) Ask thing.

3. What's your favorite candle scent?

I think I'm going to go with most vanilla varieties. There are some others I like, but I don't remember the exact scent name and I always end up defaulting to vanilla anyway. It's the cheapest and I really enjoy it too.

6. Say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical).

So cruel to make me do this one! XD But okay. I love my nails. Despite years of dishwashing and me not taking particular care of them, they look great and like a natural french manicure and I get complimented on it all the time. Also, I like that I look super young. People are always surprised that I'm often a whole whopping decade older than I look, two decades even to some. (Average guess is 24 because my overall demeanor says a lot or they'd guess lower, but I've gotten as low as 16 more than a couple of times as well. I'm 36.) This last one is technically physical, but not necessarily looks, but it counts! I don't look like I can play DDR on double pad like a pro, but I totally can, and do. (Not a physically fit person, so I def don't look like I can do very many active things, but my appearance is very misleading in many ways, apparently.)

None physical things. I love my memory. I never paid much attention to it before and just assumed everyone's memories were this good unless they had some debilitating illness like dementia or Alzheimer's, but apparently it's not normal to remember all the words to a song I sang in a play that one time in third grade, including the second verse which many people have said they always forget first in a song. Nor is it normal to remember enough about a past event to remember the context clues needed to help the other person remember the event to a similar capacity, which they need in order to access that memory. I don't remember everything, but I remember a great deal and that's apparently impressive. (Don't even get me started on how many stories I got locked inside my head that I remember most details to even if I haven't even started writing them yet and came up with them months or even years prior. You can check my WIP list as a reference. Thanks to my self imposed new content ban, it hasn't grown... much.)

I like how intricately my mind can put together a story before I'm even aware of all the details I've put into it. I usually refer to it as "my muse", but am slowly coming to terms with it really being me, just thinking on a much higher plane than I'm aware of. I'm still not comfortable with the idea that it's actually all me, so I'm going to continue to refer to it as "the muse". Some notable examples are the meaning of Deshi's name and how appropriate it is, as well as where Stag's name comes from despite there being no "stags" anywhere on the planet he's on. There are many smaller things and most times, I don't even notice them until I've read my own work three, ten, twenty times and even then, I'm still finding little breadcrumbs my muse has left me. I often wonder if that's just how writers are when it comes to their writing. It's hard to believe it's simply "all me" all of the time coming up with all this stuff, but it's still a thing I really like regardless.

I like how cute I can act. Because I grew up really lonely without much interaction, I've adopted a lot of the traits that anime characters will generally have, poses and tonal inflections and other notable things, and this constantly makes my hubby squeal in excitement and he just has to hug me because "you're just so dang cute!!" XD I don't really do it on purpose, it just feels like it really fits in the moment to me, but I like that it has this effect. ^^ I like coming off as young and cute and vibrant and intelligent. It is the me I've come to accept. (Still working on the love part. I love some parts though, at least, so progress?)

Pictures!

My beautiful nails that I hope never ever go away no matter how old I get (although they're bound to get more fragile eventually.)

An example of some of my cute, real life expressions. (Using references, too embarrassed to try and make them on command and post them on here. 😅)

Explanation of pics translated into my mannerisms in order: 1. talking about my OCs or Krystar or anything else I'm super passionate about, 2. me being in a generally good mood (I hold out my arms and will even walk that way just because happy), 3. annoyed and wishing the problem would just go away, 4. angry/annoyed/upset with someone or their actions or just expressing my overall strong disdain of something/someone, 5. not wanting to broach a subject but also knowing I need to. Also general anxiety.

17. Fairy lights or LED lights?

Darkness! Seriously. That or the standard room lights. If I want light, I want it to be clear and bright light, otherwise I don't want it at all, and don't you dare give me any sun! HIsssssssss, I am a vampire, give me darkness.... (A vampire by the real name of sunshine because irony.)

25. What's the best personal gift someone could give you?

Honestly? Comments and/or talking about my book/writings. It brings so much more joy than anything I can think of. Drawings of my characters is about the same, but if I had to choose, it's the prior. Knowing that someone took the time to read, understand, and then expound on my stuff without prompting is the kindest thing anyone could ever do for me. It makes it so the time I spent creating such things was really worth it. Heh, I guess that makes me an official fanfic writer now (if I wasn't already one long ago XD).

[rrcenic]

HI NIC I'M GOING TO GO WILD WITH THE QUESTIONS so feel free to skip this in case it's overwhelming or anything! favorite books? favorite music genre, song, and artists? favorite season and month? do you prefer cats or dogs (or neither, or both!) what are your hobbies? what's your favorite show? what is your least favorite show because it didn't meet your expectations? who is your favorite character in every fandom you're in? what headcanons do you have for your favorite characters? CAN I HEAR MORE ABOUT YOUR LOTF OC IF YOU HAVE MORE CONTENT OF HIM? (sorry i just adore him!)

KUNI ILY THANK YOU SO MUCH

favorite books: lord of the flies, les mis, good omens, enders game, and the house on the cerulean sea

favorite music genre: i like indie soft punk, anarchist early 2000s rock, and musical theatre!!

favorite artists: i adore green day, death cab for cutie, queen, aaron tveit, ben platt, mccafferty, marina, lincoln, cavetown, ricky montgomery, and penelope scott!

favorite songs: good old fashioned lover boy, riptide, trees, be nice to me, lotta true crime, american idiot, basket case, my heart is buried in venice, line without a hook, boys will be bugs, paul, twin size mattress, drink with me, stars, are you satisfied, i will follow you into the dark, the village, and so many more!!!

favorite season: late fall/early winter

cats or dogs: dogs i guess!! i love both but i’ve always been more of a dog guy

hobbies: art!! drawing, painting, sculpting, writing, singing, acting, etc

favorite show: GOOD OMENS!!! i also enjoy our flag means death, the umbrella academy, and the simpsons

least favorite show: not a tv show, but south pacific (the movie/musical). the ending is so wild and sudden and poorly done!

favorite characters for each fandom: aziraphale (good omens), simon (lord of the flies), grantaire (les mis), alai (enders game), lucius (ofmd), five hargreeves (umbrella academy)

character headcanons:

lotf:

simon survived his wounds on the island, and was secretly cared for by roger (not really “cared” for, just “kept alive”). however, he is left partially paralyzed in one leg and has chronic pain because of it. when they return to civilization, he uses a mobility aid

the choir doubles as their schools honorary gsa

jack is openly trans and jokingly blames transphobia whenever he doesn’t get his way. this infuriates piggy

simons guilty pleasure is fast food. he has strong opinions about what makes a good french fry

maurice makes british jokes and sam has to gently remind him that they are all in fact british

good omens:

crowley has trouble seeing because of his snake eyes. he misses the stars dearly. once, aziraphale brought him to an observatory on the top of a mountain and crowley cried because the stars were just bright enough for him to see

crowley also gets excited whenever humans discover new telescopes or ways to take pictures of other galaxies because it means people are getting closer to seeing more of his creations

aziraphale invented macadamia nuts (reasons: they’re buttery and soft and light and are really nice to bite and i like them)

les mis:

grantaire makes music. 3 am guitar recordings and random voice memos of lyric ideas. most are about enjolras

as a smart person and a victim of police brutality, valjean is a firm acab believer. he likes giving large anonymous locations to the les amis

marius is the token straight friend, even though he himself is a trans man. there’s such a lack of cishet folks in their friend group that the token straight is literally queer

enjolras is terribly allergic to cats but pets grantaires pet cat anyway. he suffers constantly

other hcs about my lotf oc: he likes swimming but hates the feeling of dried salt water on his body, he likes to paint his nails, he chews his hair and nails when he’s nervous (someone needs to introduce this boy to oral stim toys), and his favorite color is baby blue!

again, thank you so much for the asks!!! <333

[gelnailsnoise]

Fall Nail Designs Simple

Simple Fall Nail Designs to Embrace the Autumn Spirit

As the summer sun fades and crisp autumn air sets in, it's time to trade in your bright, beachy nail colors for a cozy fall manicure. But achieving a stunning fall look doesn't require intricate nail art skills or hours at the salon. Here, we explore a collection of simple fall nail designs that are easy to create at home or request from your nail technician.

Warm and Wonderful: Classic Fall Colors

Fall is all about celebrating warm and inviting hues.exclamation Embrace the season with a simple coat of polish in a rich, autumnal shade. Here are some perfect picks:

Deep Burgundy: This sophisticated and timeless color adds instant elegance to your fingertips.expand_more

Chocolate Brown: Offering a touch of warmth, chocolate brown is a versatile shade that complements most skin tones.

Earthy Green: Channel the changing leaves with a deep forest green or a muted olive green.

Pumpkin Spice Orange: Capture the essence of fall with a playful and vibrant pumpkin spice orange.

Metallic Copper: Add a touch of glam with a metallic copper polish. This shade pairs beautifully with other fall colors or can shine on its own.

For a little extra something, add a single rhinestone or a touch of gold glitter to one accent nail.

French Tip Twist: Embrace the Fall Palette

The classic French manicure gets a seasonal makeover with fall-inspired colors.expand_more Here are some simple variations:

Brown French Tip: Ditch the traditional white tip for a rich brown hue that complements your base coat.exclamation

Metallic French Tip: Elevate your French manicure with a metallic tip in gold, silver, or copper.

Double French Tip: Create a unique look with a thin line of a contrasting fall color under the traditional white tip.

Glitter French Tip: Add a touch of sparkle with a glitter tip in a complementary fall shade.exclamation

Simple Nail Art for the Fall Enthusiast

For those who want a touch of nail art without the complexity, here are some easy designs to try:

Leaf Art: Use a small nail art brush and a contrasting fall color (like gold or black) to paint simple maple leaves or oak leaves on your nails.

Dotty Delight: Create a playful pattern by using a dotting tool to apply small dots of various fall colors on your nails.

Wavy Lines: Using a striping brush, paint a few wavy lines in a contrasting fall color for a modern and elegant look.

Negative Space Accents: Paint your nails with a solid fall color and then use nail art tape to create geometric shapes or stripes that you leave unpainted, creating a negative space design.

Fall-Themed Minimalism

Minimalism is a popular trend that translates beautifully to fall nail designs. Here are some simple ideas:

Half-Moon Manicure: Paint the lower half of your nail in a fall color and leave the top half bare for a clean and modern look.exclamation

Color Blocking: Paint each nail a different fall color for a playful yet sophisticated look.exclamation

Ombre Fade: Create a subtle gradient effect by using two or three shades of the same fall color family. Apply the darkest shade at the tip and gradually lighten the color towards the base of your nail.exclamation

Fall Nail Design Tips for Beginners

Invest in quality nail polish: A good quality polish will apply more smoothly, last longer, and be easier to work with.

Use a base coat: This will protect your nails from staining and help your polish adhere better.

Apply thin coats: It's better to apply two or three thin coats of polish for a smooth, even finish than one thick coat that will take longer to dry and may chip more easily.expand_more

Clean up mistakes: Use a cotton swab dipped in nail polish remover to clean up any mistakes around your cuticles before the polish dries completely.

Apply a top coat: This will add shine to your nails and help protect your polish from chipping.

With these simple fall nail designs and tips, you can easily create stunning autumn manicures at home or at the salon. Embrace the warm hues and cozy vibes of the season with your fingertips!

[happy-tori-friends]

I've sur'd the names... haha...

Take any and all meanings with a grain of salt. I cannot guarentee how accurate behindthename.com is, especially with any names that were user submitted. This also isn't confirming ethnicities or religions headcanons for any of the characters - all surnames were picked due to their meanings rather than trying to designate things like that. They probably don't even flow together the best. Oh well. These are all subject to change, especially if I find out that any of them have bad connotations that I was unaware of.

I scheduled this post - so hopefully later on I type up the mascot information for Magical Warrior AU, and go and decide on + add character tags at the very least, maybe ship names and tags too... (Also maybe add more tags, like a headcanons one. Who knows what I'll decide on tomorrow, aka today when you are reading this.)

Flippy/Fliqpy Blair - Okay, this one does kind of have a secondary meaning - it sounds like bear. It is of Scottish origin and the listed meaning is 'from any one of several places of this name in Scotland, which derive from Gaelic blàr meaning "plain, field, battlefield".'

Lifty and Shifty Steele - Another double meaning. I wanted a name that meant something along the lines of metal or shadows. I couldn't find anything with gold, silver, or copper that I liked for them, and well... Steele sounds like steal. It is of English origin and the listed meaning is 'Occupational name for a steelworker, from Old English stele meaning "steel".'

Splendid and Splendont Astra - Do aliens have surnames? Regardless, I went with a space / celestial theme. And cheated a little. Astra is on the given name site, but I think it sounds cool and it's my silly little fic so I do what I want. It's listed as a rare name of English origin, with the meaning of 'Means "star", ultimately from Greek ἀστήρ (aster). This name has only been (rarely) used since the 20th century.'

Shiver and Spice Smith - For their civilian surname I went the easy way out and chose Very Common Surname. The most common, according to the website. It is of English origin and the listed meaning is 'Means "metalworker, blacksmith" from Old English smiþ, related to smitan "to smite, to hit". It is the most common surname in most of the English-speaking world. A famous bearer was the Scottish economist Adam Smith (1723-1790).'

Pop and Cub Orsini - I considered just goving them the surname Berenstain because I thought it'd be funny. Then I saw Orsini and remembered I used it as a surname for a bear faunus RWBY OC once. She might've had a brother too, it was a long time ago. It's of Italian origin, and the listed meaning is 'From a nickname meaning "little bear" in Italian, from Latin ursus "bear".'

Cuddles Lachance - I ran out of ideas for meanings at this point. Rabbit's feet are meant to be lucky, right? Not that he gets very lucky considering the universe he lives in. It's of French origin and the listed meaning is 'Means "chance, luck" in French, a nickname for a lucky person.'

Giggles Blythe - Happy surname for her (I also just like the name Blythe, and I need to use it as an OC name one day). It's of English origin and the listed meaning is 'From Old English meaning "happy, joyous, blithe".'

Toothy Tremblay - Toothy, Toothy, Toothy... He was so hard, and for what? I went to the T section and picked from there for alliteration. It's of French origin and the listed meaning is 'From French tremble meaning "aspen". It is especially widespread in Quebec, being the most common surname there.'

Petunia Meadows - This popped into my head immediately when I thought of her. It's of English origin and the listed meaning is 'Referred to one who lived in a meadow, from Old English mædwe.'

Handy Nagel - I learned there is such thing as a nailsmith. Hm. It's of German and Dutch origin and the listed meaning is 'Means "nail" in German and Dutch, an occupational name for a carpenter or nailsmith.'

Beartholomew 'Disco Bear' Ballerini - Beartholomew canon. It's so funny to me. But this is about his last name. It's of Italian origin, and the listed meaning is 'From Italian ballerino meaning "dancer", an occupational name or nickname for someone who liked to dance.'

Flaky Tenley - Technically this probably doesn't mean point in the way I wanted, but oh well. It's of English origin and the listed meaning is 'Possibly from the name of an English town derived from Old English tind "point" and leah "woodland, clearing".'

Nutty Dufour - Another hard one sonce I couldn't find many surnames that meant sugar or sweet. So an occupational name for a baker it was. It is of French origin and the listed meaning is 'Occupational name for a baker, from French four "oven".'

Sniffles Mendel - Surname that belonged to a scientist anyone? It's of German origin and the listed meaning is 'Derived from a diminutive of the given name Meino. A famous bearer was Gregor Mendel (1822-1884), a Czech monk and scientist who did experiments in genetics.'

Lumpy Lennox - Lumpy was another hard one. Alliteration method round 2. It's of Scottish origin and the listed meaning is 'From the name of a district in Scotland, called Leamhnachd in Gaelic, possibly meaning "place of elms".'

Lammy Pecora - Sorry Mr. Pickels. No surname for you. Maybe a little on the nose, but oh well. It's of Italian origin and the meaning is listed as 'Means "sheep" in Italian, an occupational name for a shepherd.'

Russell Seaver - Easy water surname, and another one I used for a RWBY OC, except I use Zale a lot more than the bear girl whose name I've forgotten. It's of English origin, and the listed meaning is 'From the unattested Old English given name Sæfaru, derived from the Old English elements sæ "sea, ocean" and faru "journey".'

Mime Lozano- I might toy with Mime just being a nickname, but for now I'm just too lazy to find a first name. He could have just become a mime to fulfill his destiny after being named that. My family and I once saw a kid named Artistic Talent on a baby names board. This was also a tough one... It's of Spanish origin and the listed meaning is 'Means "healthy, exuberant, lively" in Spanish, originally used as a nickname for an elegant or haughty person.'

Mole Durand - Similar to Mime, 'The Mole' might just be a nickname but I'm too lazy to find a first name. 'What should we name our son?' 'How about The Mole?' 'Honey, you're a genius.' Anyways, last name. It's of French and English origin, and the listed meaning is 'From Old French durant meaning "enduring", ultimately from Latin durans. This was a nickname for a stubborn person.'

Cro-Marmot - He doesn't get one. Sorry Cro-Marmot.

[themarginalthinker]

I came across you saying Charlie has a Minnesota accent. Had to look it up and I'm crying.

What accents do the other nossies have.

Also pls do fenster hanging with Jen doodle. Have you ever considered a size chart aswell?

lmaoooo yep, Charlie is born-and-bred Minnesotan, eh? Though not quite that strong, and she plays it up for the joke sometimes.

The others all have a mismatch of accents from all over.

-Alfred has perhaps the most ambiguous, having learned over two hundred years both how to cover his accent, and then it just slips away with so much time spent away from its land of origin, England. He tends more towards what I've heard referred to as 'Queen's English' when he's relaxed and with people he trusts and can speak freely with.

-Blue has a very flat accent, coming from the lower midwest, Indiana and Illinois, western Ohio. Sometimes he'll use vernacular that's a bit more 'countrified', like 'yall' or a double 'ain't' in a sentence, but has learned from Alfred how to mask it.

-Tweak is....all over the place. Whatever he's picked up from all the people he's met over the years - if you spend enough time around him, he'll eventually start parroting phrases and words from you. He knows a bit of Spanish, French, and Italian, though it's mostly conversational and slang. If you dig, though, and listen closely enough when he's speaking without trying to make himself sound a certain way, he tends to default to something vaguely Northeastern, possibly in the New England area.

-Zephyr tends to have a something a little closer to Canadian, but on the other side of the country than Charlie. Think Pacific Northwest, Cascadia for Zeph, though it's fairly muted. Her voice is also pretty raspy, and she has a pretty flat-affect, even when she's more emotional. Overall, pretty run-of-the-mill voice out of all the cast. She likes to blend in.

-Jen has perhaps one of the strongest accents in the cast of the Warren, hailing from the boondocks of Deep Appalachia itself. He always sounds like he's talking around a cigarette - which, to be fair, most of the time he is lol. When he gets angry, the accent really comes out, and he'll weave a word tapestry of some of the most obscure, unintelligible cussing you've ever heard this side of the Atlantic.

-Fenster ... I haven't decided whether I want him to be from Wales or Southern Ireland, so his accent would likely be from a region there, but that gives you a rough idea of where to start. The more I consider him, the more I lean towards Welsh. As for how he talks, he's a pretty easy-going person, who, much like Alfred, can mask his accent when he wants, but will do so much less frequently.

-Bobbin is a little tricker to pin down, despite her actual accent being fairly easy to pin-point of them all. She sounds like she's from the heart of the midwest at the turn of the 20th century, being Embraced (I believe? Correct me if I'm wrong, Berd) in the middle of the 20s. Chicago, St. Louis, all those big, swinging cities. The only issue with actually hearing it in her voice, however...is that the Embrace did some nasty things to her vocal chords, and she sounds, for lack of a nicer way to put it, like someone tearing sheet metal, like nails on a chalkboard.

So, that's about everyone in the main group with a notable accent!

As for drawing Jen and Fen, oh I definitely will have to, as well as the others. (I may or may not play favorites with my four main cast lol...) The problem is that I'm currently on vacation with my family and have left my tablet at home :T So, next week! I have also considered doing a character line-up as well! Perhaps when we get a little further into the story and they have been established as characters. Thank you!!! <3

[glitterdustcyclops]

tagged by @solobagginses and i will literally never not take the opportunity to fill out surveys about myself lmao

Get To Know Me!

Nickname: britt, chocolate, choco

Age: 29

Height: 5'7"

Sign: ☀️♋🌙♓⬆️♌

Last Google Search: apparently "galaxy nails" i was painting my nails earlier and wanted some reference pics (and my stupid peel off base coat already peeled off so all that effort was WASTED)

Last Song Stuck In My Head: Papercuts - Landon Conrath (no idea why because i don't actually like this song all that much)

Sleep: is a concept i'm familiar with, yes. lol cuz of my job i have to wake up at 7-8 during the week but does that stop me from staying up until 2 or 3 regularly? fuck no.

Dream Job: pretty lucky that i get to actually do one of my dream jobs, i'm a ux specialist. but the secret fantasy answer is owning my own charming queer-friendly cafe/bakery.

Wearing: a shirt from my company and some jimjam pants

Favorite Songs: impossible. but some of my fav songs lately have been "Wolf" by Skott, "Old Soul" by Saint Motel, "The Loneliest Time" by Carly Rae Jepsen, "夜来香" by Teresa Teng, "Pace of Light" by Shanghai Restoration Project

Favorite instrument: first the flute because that's what i played, then the rest of the woodwinds, then violin, then percussion, then guitar, then french horn, then the rest of the brass section :P

Aesthetic: oh i've got loads but the truest one of my heart is, hmm, how do i say "pastel glitter space witch, with a touch of cottage core for good measure" or i guess, whatever is going on in this tumblr tag

Favorite Authors: Alexis Hall, Douglas Adams, Joy Demorra, Cat Sebastian, Sarah Gailey, Johannes T. Evans

Favorite Color: mint green, other shades of blue/green, and pink

Favorite Animal Sounds: okay this is a bizarre question i love it. basically all of my favoritest animals are sea creatures which are not typically known for their sounds (whales excluded) so...hmmm....oh WAIT!! GOT IT!!! frog sounds!! such a wonderful variety of croaks and bellows and screams. well done frogs.

Last Song: "Talking to Yourself" by Carly Rae Jepsen

Last Series: idk if it counts but i've been bouncing betwixt game changer/make some noise as suits my whim for the last lil bit. if we're talking fictional television programs me and my dad watched the premier of the new season of the mandalorian last night?

Random: i'm double jointed* which means my hands can do this

*have recently learned that "double jointed" isn't actually a thing and this is actually just joint hypermobility, so. that's a fun fact for you. as you can imagine this made playing the flute An Ordeal sometimes.

as always i'm too lazy to tag anyone but if you wanna do this feel free!! and tag me so i can see your responses cuz i'm nosy 👀

[the-rhyme-witch]

"I was there," has become iconic already, and not just because I am presenting. If I'm being truly, honest, I suspect the Channel Fourteen# producers were not expecting the show to take off when they hired me. If I'm being even more honest, I suspect the whole show is a box ticking exercise so they can pretend to be embracing the newly out vampire community. I like to think that I was hired for my presenting skills and excellent improv but some evenings, I worry about that I might be part of that box ticking too.

Box ticking or otherwise, the show has blown up. The premise is so basic it is laughable. We shoot live at night, for obvious reasons, in the weird broadcasting time at midnight on a Tuesday where the viewer based is limited and hard to track, and there's myself and Gaz the producer and Rashid and Kerry on cameras, Calbern on sound, Quiara on lighting and Kai in charge of makeup and wardrobe. It's not a huge staff because everyone doubles up when needed.

So, around 11.30pm, our vampire guest shows up. We invite them to come earlier but so far we've done six episodes and not one vampire showed up earlier than 11.30pm. Kai -and serious kudos for them for having zero starstruck tendancies in the face of the vampiric community - scurries around and sorts out the guest and contours like crazy so that the guest shows up properly on film. Quiara has nailed the lighting angles now (our first show, the shadow thing that vampires do made our guest look like they had been painted by little girls and propped up on pins and Quiara was inconsolable) so we just get our guest to elegantly plop on the IKEA sofa we've borrowed from Rashid's house. I sit in an armchair, I open with a little show intro and then the guest says "I was there" and recounts a tale from their earlier vampire days. I sometimes know a vague idea of what is coming but mostly the vampires are off script and pretty much just tell it their way while Gaz frantically flashes search engine historical information to me on the teleprompter.

We have had a Texan vampire from the 1960's who witnessed an assassination, an Ethiopian vampire who witnessed a battle in 1896, an Indonesian vampire from 1883 who witnessed a natural disaster, a French vampire from the 1780's who witnessed a revolution, a Chinese vampire from 260 who witnessed a battle and an Italian vampire from 64 who witnessed a fire. Needless to say, the opener managed to catch the interest of the USA despite the terrible lighting and thanks to the internet, we had accidentally become a sensation.

It was our seventh show. I was in my chair, wearing my ironed, shoulder padded "show host" best along with my best glittery "show host" smile as I looked down the camera. "Welcome to I Was There!" I pause for canned clapping, "and get ready for a wild ride! Our guest tonight is named Miriam and is going to tell us about a significant event she has been around to see!" I gave a cheerful smile. I was feeling confident. The show was going well. I turned to the guest. She was a petite vampire with glossy dark hair, neat eyebrows and lovely eyes. She was wearing little wire glasses and looked an indeterminate age; I couldn't decide if she was wearing a human 60 well or a hard-lived 35, though obviously her appearance did not correlate in the terms I was used to in comparison to her actual age.

I resisted the urge to ask. It's considered very rude in the vampire community.

"Miriam, welcome! We are looking forward to hearing your significant story," I smiled. My guest blinked a bit, then shyly returned the smile. It was a bit toothy but no one can help how they are made. "So, the way the show works," I explained, more for new viewers than for my guest, "is that now our guest gives us a location and a time and tells us they were there."

Miriam gave another hesitant smile. She was holding index cards with notes on, bless her still little heart. Being a vampire does not mean an automatic personality overhaul. I idly imagined my guest as a librarian or a scholar or a data processor, some sort of calm job for shy introverts.

"As background for our viewers," I continued, "could you tell me a little about what inspired you to apply for the show?"

Miriam gave a little cough. "I applied because I had got a little bothered in hearing what I know told wrong." She figited a little and glanced away. "People don't listen when I speak," she said, nearly a whisper now (I quietly blessed Calburn's neurotically placed backup mics), "but I think on your show, they might listen."

My heart went out to her and I smiled encouragingly. "Thank you, Miriam. Well, I'm certainly excited to hear your story!"

I took a deep breath. "Miriam, what would you like to tell us about tonight?" I wondered if this was going to be a quiet one. Generally, guests don't know as much as you think they do. Our Texan hadn't seen the assassin in his story, our Chinese vampire had only seen bits of the battle. Eyewitnesses are of limited use and honestly, that's good for the show. We want people talking.

My little guest smiled uncertainty in the direction of the camera and began the formulaic line. "First century Judaea, around thirty years in. I was there."

Oh. Shit.

You're the host of a popular talk show "I Was There" where vampires come to talk about historical events they were witnesses of. One day a vampire says something truly shocking.

[hoodoverhollywood]

"Glass Nails" Are Going To Be Everywhere — Here Are 8 Ideas To Inspire You

Photo: Via @sansungnails. I’m calling it: 2024 is the year of the manicure. Whether you’re into minimalist nail tints or fresh twists on old classics à la the double French, you certainly won’t have been short on inspiration. Despite the end of the year being very much in sight, our obsession with nails shows no sign of slowing down. In fact, my social feeds are full of cool autumn nail ideas…

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Gallery Dept Sweatpants Cozy Streetwear Gems You Can't Miss

Gallery Dept Sweatpants Cozy Streetwear Gems You Can't Miss

If you're a fan of premium streetwear or just love ultra-comfortable loungewear, you need to check out the current sale on Gallery Dept sweatpants. This cult-favorite brand is known for its distinctive minimalist designs, and their sweats are the epitome of elevated coziness. But these deals won't last forever, so act fast!

What Makes Gallery Dept Sweatpants So Special?

At a glance, Gallery Dept sweatpants may seem like regular sweats. But take a closer look, and you'll notice the impeccable attention to detail that sets them apart from the rest. These are no ordinary loungewear pieces.

Crafted from luxuriously soft French terry cotton, Gallery Dept sweatspants deliver unmatched comfort against your skin. The brand takes pride in using premium materials and expert construction methods to ensure every garment withstands the test of time.

But comfort isn't the only selling point – Gallery Dept sweatpants are also a stylish fashion statement. With their sleek minimalist designs, subtle branded details, and carefully curated color options, these sweats seamlessly blend style and wearability.

Whether you prefer the classic look of heather greys or want to make a bold statement with vibrant hues, there's a Gallery Dept sweatpants to suit your taste. The best part? You can effortlessly transition these sweats from lounging at home to running errands or even elevating your laidback street-inspired outfits.

Best Deals on Gallery Dept Shirts in USA

While the sweatpants are the stars of this sale, it's also a great opportunity to snag some of Gallery Dept shirt at discounted prices. From graphic tees featuring bold logos and abstract prints to minimalist button-downs, the brand's shirt collection is a must-have for any streetwear enthusiast. Keep an eye out for deals on these coveted pieces as well!

Sizing and Fit Guide for Gallery Dept Sweatpants

To ensure you snag the perfect pair of Gallery Dept sweatpants during this sale, getting the sizing right is crucial. Generally, the brand's sizing runs true to their published size charts, but it's always a good idea to double-check your measurements.

Here's a quick guide to nailing your Gallery Dept sweatpants size:

Measure your waist: Wrap a tape measure around your natural waistline, keeping it parallel to the floor. This measurement will determine your sweatpant size.

Consider the fit you prefer: Gallery Dept sweatpants are available in both slim and relaxed fits. Slim fits will hug your legs more closely, while relaxed fits offer a looser, more casual silhouette.

Check the inseam length: Sweatpants come in various inseam lengths, ranging from cropped styles to full-length options. Refer to the size chart to ensure you're getting the perfect length for your height.

Try them on if possible: If you have the chance, try on the sweatpants before making your purchase. This will help you ensure the fit is just right in terms of both waist and length.

Once you've nailed down your size, it's time to start styling those Gallery Dept sweatspants! They look great paired with a simple tee and sneakers for a laidback vibe or can be dressed up with a crisp button-down and Chelsea boots for a more elevated streetwear aesthetic.

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USA Special: Grab Your Hellstar Sweatpants Now

One of the hottest items in this sale is the coveted Hellstar sweatpants from Gallery Dept Sweatpants. With their bold graphic design and premium construction, these sweats are a true collector's item. If you're a US-based customer, now is the perfect time to snag a pair before they're gone!

Where to Find the Best Gallery Dept Sweatpants Deals

Now that you know what makes Gallery Dept sweatpants so special, you're probably eager to score a pair (or two!) at a discounted price. Luckily, there are several places to snag these coveted sweats on sale:

Official Gallery Dept website: Head straight to the source at https://gallerydeptcloth.com. The brand frequently runs promotions and sales on their site, offering discounts on current and past season styles.

Reputable third-party retailers: Keep an eye out for sales at popular retailers that carry Gallery Dept Sweatpants, such as Hellstar Shirt, Elegance Dream, and MR PORTER. These stores often have competitive pricing and may offer additional discounts or promo codes.

Resale markets: If you're hoping to score a particularly rare or sold-out style, check resale platforms like StockX or Grailed. Just be prepared to pay a premium for hard-to-find pieces.

When shopping for deals, it's always wise to compare prices across multiple sellers. Some retailers may offer steeper discounts on certain colors or sizes, so if you're flexible, you could potentially snag an even better bargain.

Pro Tip: Sign up for email lists or follow your favorite retailers on social media to stay in the loop about upcoming Gallery Dept sweatpants sales and promotional codes.

Gallery Dept Sweatpants Care and Maintenance

Investing in a high-quality pair of Gallery Dept sweatpants means you'll want to take good care of them to ensure they last for years to come. Here are some tips for properly caring for and maintaining your sweats:

Washing and Drying:

Machine wash in cold water using a gentle cycle

Avoid using bleach or harsh detergents, which can damage the fabric

Hang or lay flat to air dry if possible (tumble drying on low is okay in a pinch)

Dealing with Stains and Pilling:

Act quickly to treat stains using a mild stain remover or diluted dish soap

Gently remove pilling with a fabric shaver or pill remover comb

Consider taking heavily soiled or stained pieces to a professional dry cleaner

Storage:

Fold and store your Gallery Dept sweatpants in a cool, dry place

Avoid excessive creasing or wrinkling by rolling them loosely

Use acid-free tissue paper to stuff legs if storing long-term

By following these simple care guidelines, your Gallery Dept sweatpants will remain soft, vibrant, and looking their best for seasons to come.

Exclusive HELLSTAR SHIRT Collection for the USA

In addition to the coveted Hellstar sweatpants, Gallery Dept Shirt has also released an exclusive Hellstar shirt collection exclusively for US customers. These limited-edition tees feature the iconic Hellstar Shirt graphic in bold colors and designs, making them a must-have for any true Gallery Dept Sweatpants collector.

Other Must-Have Gallery Dept SweatpantsPieces to Complement the Sweatpants

While Gallery Dept sweatpants are undoubtedly the stars of this sale, you might as well take the opportunity to snag some other essential pieces from the brand. After all, building a cohesive streetwear wardrobe is all about mastering the art of layering and complementary pieces.

Here are some Gallery Dept Sweatpants must-haves to consider pairing with your new sweats:

Hoodies: Cozy up in style with Gallery Dept signature hoodies, available in various weights and designs.

Graphic Tees: Elevate your casual look with the brand's minimalist graphic tees, featuring bold logos or abstract prints.

Track Jackets: Perfect for transitional weather, these sleek jackets will take your athleisure game to new heights.

Caps and Beanies: Top off your outfit with a trendy cap or beanie emblazoned with the Gallery Dept Sweatpants logo.

Crossbody Bags: Carry your essentials in style with one of the brand's functional yet fashionable crossbody bags.

By mixing and matching these pieces, you can create endless streetwear-inspired looks that are equal parts comfortable and cool.

Why Act Now? Scoring Gallery Dept Sweatpants at Can't-Beat Prices

As tempting as it might be to sleep on this Gallery Dept sweatpants sale, there are several compelling reasons why you should act now to secure your pair:

Limited-Time Offer: Sales on premium brands like Gallery Dept  Sweatpants don't come around often, and when they do, they're usually for a limited time only. Don't risk missing out by procrastinating.

Potential Price Increases: Once the sale ends, prices on Gallery Dept sweatpants will likely return to their regular (read: higher) levels. Grab them at a discount while you can!

Sell-Out Risk: With such a cult following, popular colors and sizes of Gallery Dept sweatpants tend to fly off virtual shelves during sales. If you've got your heart set on a particular style, don't hesitate.

Unbeatable Value: Let's be real – Gallery Dept sweatpants aren't exactly cheap at full price. But during a sale, you can score these premium pieces at a fraction of the cost, making it a true bargain for quality loungewear.

So, what are you waiting for? Seize the moment and add those covetable Gallery Dept sweatpants to your cart before someone else does!

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The Hours -- Metropolitan Opera House May 21, 2024

Oh dear, not me reviewing a show a month a half later...argh....

So obviously these are my big impressions and what I can remember.

As background: The Hours is one of my favorite movies, a personally formative one. It's a star-studded, confident, visually striking, mature work of high-ish concept Hollywood storytelling with a fantastic score, the kind of movie they quote "just don't make anymore." (It's not a trilogy and doesn't have any superheroes.) It shaped certain ideas I long held about city life, artistic identity and about womanhood. Once, a bad French man seduced me by sharing an insight about the movie (good insight, mediocre seduction.) I also really loved the book, and really, really like Mrs Dalloway.

By coincidence we learned a friend was similarly a fan of the three precedent works and had tickets to the opera, we changed tickets and went in a group. The group was two semi-philistines who were new to Woolf/The Hours and two louche little decadents who loved the triad. Three investment bankers in the group. In preparation, we read both books and did a British-themed finger-foods-and-wine book discussion/movie viewing. (The DILDO life-style: double income little dog owners.) Our Woolf-naive friend hated Mrs Dalloway, didn't finish the Hours, and thought the movie was fine. I cried for about 20 minutes during the movie.

So like -- the hype going in was high.

By the end of the first act I was....nonplussed. Maybe our Woolf-naive friend was right and Mrs Dalloway kind of sucks? I am an inveterate opera cryer (I think I've said before that my theatre rating system is how many times I cried, over 5). The combination of the music and the emotions, when they strike the same chord, will move me to tears every time, even if the music or the emotions -- OR BOTH -- are of only debatable worth. At the end of the first act I was decidedly unmoved.

Never fear; by the end of the second act I was a teary mess, so it was a successful opera in the end, though it looked chancy for a while. I gave demerits to Rene Fleming (I know!!!!! The author of one of my favorite classical music albums of all time!!!! La Fleming, how could you...), whose performance seemed nothing so much as....underwhelming. Arguably the libretto didn't help her? Kelli O'Hara in the role of Laura, I thought, sang very well....but seemingly didn't understand the character! And the interpretative dancing was. Ugh. I'm sorry, I found it cheese, distracting at best.

But then...but then. Joy DiDonato. Ahhh....she got the character (Virginia Woolf), and she nailed the singing. She sounded fantastic. Grand, measured, tragic and wry. And Fleming/OHara DiDonato, when finally together, were occasionally breathtaking.

In the first act the music never seemed to come together for me. The second act starts with an emotional bang and never lets up until the end, the lush tragedy of it all verging on Wagnerian. The opera innovated enough over the movie (tall order), putting an interesting interpretation on some of the connections between Laura and Virginia for example (by extension, Septimus, though he isn't a character in either the Hours book/movie/opera). Kyle Ketelsen as Richard was devastating. It's not a perfect opera, yet I found it, through its second act, as ravishing and haunting as you want your opera to be.

Coda:

I found myself wondering if I have enough distance from these works to approach them in any way critically. Maybe they're just too close to my heart? Interestingly, later that summer, ABT gave me the chance to take up this exact question.

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Nail Press-Ons and Nail Dip Ideas: The Future of DIY Nail Art

In recent years, the world of nail art has witnessed a revolutionary transformation, thanks to the introduction of New Press on Nail's and nail dip systems. Gone are the days when you had to spend hours at the nail salon to achieve fabulous, Instagram-worthy nails. With these innovative nail solutions, you can now unleash your creativity and adorn your fingertips with stunning designs right from the comfort of your home.

In this article, we will explore the world of nail press-ons and nail dip ideas, showcasing how they have become the go-to choice for DIY nail enthusiasts everywhere.

Press-On Nails: Instant Glamour at Your Fingertips

Press-on nails have taken the beauty industry by storm. They offer a quick and easy way to achieve professional-looking nails without the hassle of a salon appointment. Here's why they're a game-changer:

Variety of Styles: Press-on nails come in a plethora of styles, shapes, and lengths. Whether you prefer classic French tips, bold patterns, or intricate designs, there's a press-on nail set to suit your taste.

Convenience: Applying press-on nails is a breeze. With adhesive tabs or glue, you can attach them to your natural nails in minutes. No more waiting for polish to dry or dealing with smudges.

Damage-Free: Unlike acrylics or gels, press-on nails do not damage your natural nails. You can switch up your look as often as you like without worrying about long-term effects.

Nail Dip Systems: Dip and Design

Nail dip systems have gained popularity for their durability and versatility. This method involves dipping your nails in a colored powder to achieve a long-lasting, chip-resistant manicure. Here's why nail dip systems are a must-try:

Strength and Durability: Nail dip systems create a strong and durable protective layer on your natural nails, making them less prone to chipping or breaking. Perfect for those who want long-lasting results.

Endless Color Choices: The dip powder comes in a wide range of colors and finishes, from matte to glittery, allowing you to experiment with various looks.

Design Freedom: Nail dip systems enable you to get creative with your nail designs. You can create ombre effects, intricate patterns, or even encapsulate tiny gems and stickers for added flair.

Combining Press-Ons and Nail Dips: Double the Fun

For those who crave the best of both worlds, you can combine press-on nails with nail dip systems to achieve stunning and unique nail art. Apply press-on nails as a base and then use nail dip powder to create customized designs. The possibilities are endless, and you'll have the perfect canvas for your creativity.

Conclusion: Express Yourself with Nail Art

Whether you're a busy individual looking for a quick nail fix or a dedicated nail artist eager to explore new horizons, nail press-ons and nail dip systems have something to offer. They have redefined the way we approach nail art, making it accessible, fun, and limitless. So, embrace your inner nail artist, experiment with press-ons, dip systems, or even a combination of both, and let your fingertips become your canvas for self-expression and style.

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The Man In The Memer

Hmm, is that a Michael Jackson reference too spicy to use. Not sure. Well, I’m sure my better judgment will kick in before I post this. Or maybe it won’t, because what I want to talk to about today is the idea of autoconnoisseurship.

Look you get this or you get me venting anxiety about realising that not only am I not connected to the lives of my students, but that disconnect is going to only ever get wider. My brief window of time of teaching people who share the same brainworms with me is a fleeting memory of the before lockdowns.

What a word. Look at it. It gets all French in the middle there. Double ses and suchlike. I bet if you showed me a noisseur in a D&D rulebook I’d be like oh yeah of course it’s like a lance. It’s a long word, and it’s a long word made up of other words bolted together. It’s such a wonderfully complex word, like other ones I’ve introduced you to. Do you remember autoethnography? What about hyperintertextuality? It’s a word like that, and it’s a word I get from an author called Estelle Barrett, in the book Practice as Research. Great book, love it, reading it over and over again to try and make sure I understand it hasn’t scrampled my prains or anything.

Connoisseurship is the idea of being an expert, competent, critical judge of something, and particularly, in the context of that thing’s subtle distinctions. A connoisseur isn’t a fan; they’re someone who can recognise all the distinct and varied ways in elements within the space of interest are similar and different. The connoisseur appreciates deteails, appreciates nuance. The connoisseur is by practice, an expert, because without expertise, there can be no appreciative comparison. To be a connoisseur is to have context, and appreciate context, and be able to share that context.

Connoisseurship or as the ‘pronounce it aloud’ button on merriam webster asserts, connor sir ship, is therefore the practice of being a conoisseur. It’s about putting in work to understand, catalogue and recognise these nuances and their distinctions. And autoconnoisseurship is about being able to do that in the context of your own work. To look at your own work as if it is worth being catalogued, sorted, scrutinised, recognised and considered.

Barrett, by the way, is building on ideas from Michel Foucault, notorious baldy and prison-mentioner, so this isn’t like weirdo outsider ideas.

This is hard. Connoisseurship means positioning yourself as an expert, and one capable of recognising distinctions between distinct elements. When examining one’s own work, I feel like there’s a natural flexibility. If someone compares one of my games, for example, to another, similar game, I can feel the need, for the sake of conversation, to concur, even if another person bringing up another wildly different comparison might seem equally valid. Setting aside the social grace and the natural imposition of capitalism in here (if I didn’t have to convince people to pay money for my games, would I still feel the need to couch my games in terms of appealing to people?), there’s a question about what I really mean in terms of expertise. What’s nailed down about these things, how much room and flex is there in their discussion?

I am a little sensitive about my OCs and the characters I write in fiction, for example; I can see very clear delineating lines, different kinds of scenes and narratives into which they fit, the assumptions of their world. Rafe and Tideward are both orphaned children of royal parentage with a bad dad and a gift for violence, but one of them can make his problems go away by finding the right wall to burst through and the other sulks a lot. I am thrilled by knowing from my friends that Talen Boy is its own archetype, almost its own gender (indeed, having been told that ‘this girl is a Talen boy’ at least once), but that always comes with the anxiety that I am boring my friends, that I am sharing with them creative stuff that they think could be better, more or original, that this character archetype they’ve seen before is something depriving them of something new.

In the context of connnoisseurship, though, there is an element for the connoisseur that I think this blog has built in me over time; that there is, along with the assumption of expertise, the right to be heard. A connoisseur presents expertise and that expertise is itself worthwhile in its presentation. Being interested in presenting this information is reason enough to present it. By having this expertise, I demand the elevation of the subject in which I am expert.

Which is pretty cool.

That’s not all there is to it, though. There’s a little more, which is an idea from Melissa Febos (Associate Professor at the University of Iowa), of the idea of how this autoconnoisseurship imposes on ourselves a preoccupation with your perceptions of others’ perceptions. Does this read right? Is this joke tasteful? Am I making something that presents an idea I’ve heard because it’s interesting, or am I mining others’ grief for sport? Am I being kickass, or just an ass, or am I showing my ass?

There’s this phrase Febos uses that I think about a lot, which is you have to write for the reader of best faith.

The internet has geared me to be generally confrontational over the past oh god thirty years I’ve been using it. I know I’ve gotten better about that, because in my twenties I was ferocious about looking for fights. But now I think there’s a natural impulse to pre-emptively defend ideas from people who are looking for ways to criticse it. The piss on the poor website effect.

Exile the thoughts of the person who is looking to invalidate the art you are making or it will be a brittle, sad version of what you would have done if you had imagined the loving reader who is grateful and interested in what it is you are actually trying to communicate.

(Paraphrasing Febos).

Oh and part of why I wrote this was to share this idea but also to get used to writing connoisseurship a lot by hand without just googling it and copy-pasting.

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