#hey there nonnie

[darlingandmreames]

The Bigfoot/mountains quote in your bio, where is that from? (is it original?) I just stumbled across your blog and found it super poignant! Thank you!

OKAY so a while back my sister and I watched an absolutely wild fucking movie called The Man Who Killed Hitler And Then Bigfoot. Which was as. Buck Fucking Wild as one would expect from that sort of title. It was somewhat wanting in the dramatic storytelling department though and not nearly as bizarrely wild as it could have been, so my sister and I promptly set about remedying that and came up with a novel length, highly dramatic fanfic version that involved kidnappings, faked deaths, secret children, and secret government projects turning people into Bigfoots (Bigfeet?). There might have been were-Bigfoots? It was going to be my masterpiece. My pièce de résistance. My Sistine Chapel. Once it was done, there would be no further creative heights for me to reach because I would have already created the most dramatically splendid work of art I am capable of producing.

Or, in other words, it was to be my Bigfoot, after which there would be no mountains left to climb.

[hamletteprinceofdenmark]

Why do you care about the US election? Aren’t you Australian?

The US is (unfortunately) one of the most dominant government powers in the world. I don’t know how to explain to you that that affects people outside the US too.

Literally right now there is an ADHD medication shortage in the New Zealand and Australia because it’s a major US export here and we don’t make it ourselves (or at least not on the scale required).

We are still in negotiations and the US hasn’t budged an inch.

In 1975, the CIA interfered with our politics under the Ford administration and got one of the most progressive prime ministers we’ve ever had dismissed.

There are US military bases on Australian soil.

Australian soldiers have died for US “wars” and their pride and greed.

In 2017, Trump tweeted about how a deal made during the Obama administration to admit 1,250 refugees to the US (while we took in many more refugees from the US, which ironically would have helped with his whole “their taking our jobs” rhetoric bullshit) was “dumb” and openly mocked it throwing a hissy hit, saying Putin was much more pleasant to talk to than our prime minister. In the end 300 refugees were relocated. Less than a quarter of the people originally promised to be helped. Because the presidency changed. To an idiotic, broke, failed reality TV Star who’d rather tweet out political secrets than think for one second about anyone but himself.

It fucking matters to me who’s in the chair.

[arcane-vagabond]

Okay but imagine being in a rival co-workers/hatefuck fwb situation with Scott and there's a grumpy/sunshine vibe. He insists that the sex is casual and he doesn't care... until he sees Tyler flirting with you and he gets possessive and jealous, telling you not to talk to him. Then he starts realizing that he actually enjoys your presence but of course he is bad at showing his emotions so he ends up having to find a way to grovel and get you to realize he likes you. Just imagine after trying to make him smile with jokes for so long... and he finally gets a big goofy grin on his face when he finally officially gets you.

Yeeeeeeeesssssss you are speaking my language!!!!

Imagine it starts out as like a rival type situation like you said, you're basically a ball of sunshine who's always cracking jokes or laughing about something, and Scott HATES it. He doesn't know why you get on his nerves so damn much, but one night the two of you get sooooooo drunk and, well, things just kind of happen. You kind of hint to him that maybe you want something more with him, but he just ignores it, carrying on business as usual while you still have it as your life's mission to get him to crack a smile.

Then one day when y'all are stopped, he can't find you anywhere (not that he's looking), but then he spots you across the parking lot talking to Tyler Owens of all people, and suddenly he's seeing red. Before he knows it, he's stomping across the asphalt, hands clenched and nostrils flaring.

Tyler sees him before you do, a golden brow arched paired with a knowing smirk.

"Can I talk to you?" Scott hisses, already grabbing your arm and dragging you away before you can answer.

"Scott?" You exclaim, your feet dragging as he continues his warpath back across the parking lot, only stopping once the two of you are somewhere hidden.

"What the hell?" You snap, ripping your arm out of his hands and placing your hands on your hips. "What is wrong with you?"

"Why were you talking to him?" He sneers, jerking his head back towards where the two of you left Tyler standing.

"Because I can," you shot back, fixing him with a mean glare. "What do you care anyway? You hate me, remember?"

Scott feels his heart sink in his chest. No, that's not true. He wants it to be, but he knows it's not.

"I don't-" He cuts himself off, seeling his lips together. You study him, waiting for him to continue. When he doesn't, you sigh, shaking your head and moving to walk around him and back towards the gathered crowd.

"Whatever, Scott," you mumble, feeling defeated. You don't make it very far, his hand grabbing yours and pulling you back.

"What-?" You start, gasping as his lips collide with yours. Your freeze only for a seconf before returning the kiss. You pull away first, a questioning look on your face as you stare up into his blue eyes.

"I don't hate you," he murmurs, resting his forehead against yours. "I don't hate you at all."

You wait for him to continue.

"I like you," he admits finally, letting out a shaky breath as his hands grip your hips. "I really, really like you."

You try your hardest to fight back the smile that threatens to overtake your face.

"Yeah?" You giggle. "Was that so hard to admit?"

And you can hardly believe your eyes when a smile tugs on Scott's lips, your eyes dancing in delight at the sight.

"Shut up," he chuckles, leaning in to kiss you once more.

[kinkymcbutweasel]

Thank you again to the incredible Nonny who spoiled me for my birthday!!

[alchemicalterror]

Dr. Crane, I feel like you'd make up the three M's, manipulate, mansplain and manwhore perfectly.

Naw, we got a consensus,

[petals2fish]

Can you say a normal sentence while James takes off his quidditch jersey?

Bonus: Lily is next to you

"Do you have a camera handy?" Sarah Becket murmured to Lily as they both observed James Potter from their side of the small quidditch pitch, their eyes fixed on him like hawks on prey. "For posterity, of course," she added with a grin, not bothering to hide her amusement.

"Sorry, did you say something?" Lily replied, her voice distant, as if she were waking from a dream. Her gaze was glued to James’ chest, which seemed to gleam under the late summer sun. When he stretched his arms above his head and let out a lazy yawn, the sight of his flexing muscles was practically illegal.

“I’ll give you five galleons to get him to come over here.” Sarah told Lily, her red nails digging into Lily’s pale arm as they both watched James drink from his canteen. “Fucking hell.”

“Why me?” Lily still hadn’t taken her eyes off the quidditch player.

"If I call him over, he’ll put his shirt back on," Sarah said, smirking. "But if you call him over, he’ll keep it off and flirt without reservation. Come on, Evans, let me live vicariously through you."

Lily finally shot her friend a look but couldn’t hide the sparkle in her eyes before she cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted across the way, “Hey! Potter!”

Both girls were rewarded when James' head snapped up, spotting Lily waving from the sidelines with a radiant smile. Grinning like he'd just won the Quidditch Cup, he jogged over—still shirtless, of course.

As he approached, Lily and Sarah shared a quick, shameless grin and subtly high-fived behind their backs, making sure James couldn’t see.

[edathetublady]

The Catherine Tate, David Tennant version of Much Ado About Nothing has been taken off youtube and I don't know how to cope.

How am I supposed to sleep without those lovely idiots talking Shakespeare in the background?

My top contenders for what to do now this is gone are scream and cry so if anybody can weigh in on whether I should scream or cry or scream and cry, I would be most grateful.

This post is my first step of grief. I am in mourning now.

[pilferingapples]

I was just reading the "Enjolras and his lieutenants" chapter and I noticed that Enjolras used the informal you for both Courfeyrac and Jehan, but not for Feuilly. Would you happen to know the historical/language reasons as to why that is? I thought it may be because both are students and where I'm from, students use the informal you, even if they don't know each other. But Bossuet addressed Marius with the formal you when they first met, so I'm not sure if that really is the reason for that. Does it mean that canonically, they aren't as close as Enjolras is with the others or could there be another reason for it? Also, do you know why he still only adresses them by their last names, even though he's using the informal you?

Nonny you are asking me about one of the Great Questions of the Novel: what the heck is going on with Feuilly and the t/v distinctions?

I am not going to dive into the weeds of standard t/v use,but --along with all the usual applications, in canon era and especially the kind of social circles that Hugo knew best and is setting up for the Amis, " tu" seems to have been common for young men to use together (a) with friends from childhood (b) among certain groups of Romantics , Because Romantic Friendship (c) particularly relevant here , among certain republican groups, because of the implied equality of everyone using it. Cosette will reference this use later:

And obviously all of this only makes Enjolras vous-ing Feuilly weirder!

And complicating the theorizing, Enjolras does use Tu for Feuilly later on, during his big barricade speech:

 Écoute-moi, toi Feuilly, vaillant ouvrier, homme du peuple, hommes des peuples. Je te vénère.

I have no solid answer, only theories! Theory 1: Feuilly is, somehow, fairly new to the group in Lieutenants. Counterargument: then why is he already one of the Lieutenants? And in what seems to be a particularly Secret secret meeting with ONLY the Lieutenants in attendance?

Theory 2: Maybe Feuilly's much older than we generally estimate , enough to make the Tu seem less automatic? The later use of tu at the barricades seems to argue against that, but maybe that's a special " we're all fighting and about to die" level of intimacy, since Tu does seem to be in general use there? Counterargument: hugo refers to them all being Young so very, very often, and ok that seems to include Up To Maybe 35, but still. Feuilly's part of their age cohort by all other signs.

Theory 3, Not Very Satisfying but Realistic: Hugo's bein' weird. Hugo personally used Vous for almost everyone, unless they were either direct family or , to be blunt, someone he was having an affair with. He definitely used Vous in friendships most anyone else would have considered a definite Tu situation. Maybe Hugo had an idea about it that he didn't flesh out; maybe he just wrote that and didn't catch it in edits; maybe his handwriting there was just really especially awful and whoever did the Clean Copy that day * didn't transcribe it right and no one later down the line saw it as a typo. Mundane, unrelated to the narrative reasons.

Counterargument: none ,really, except it's kinda boring.:P

Theory X (silly fandom only theory) : Enjolras and Feuilly are trying to act like they are on more formal terms , for shenanigans reasons. Maybe they're working on their Cover for a Secret Mission. Maybe they're trying to hide the fact they've started dating.

As for the Last Name thing, it's just how some people , especially men, are? I don't know that it really needs more explanation, but by all means tell me if you've got a theory! Personally I've always liked " Everyone is named Jean (so they default to last names) XD

usually, but not always, Juliette Drouet

[kitabasis]

''izutsumi is aroace'' She's a teenager.... she's 17

Yes, and the vast, *vast* majority of alloromantic, allosexual 17-year-olds have experienced sexual and romantic attraction by that age. For Izutsumi to say that she doesn’t experience attraction at age 17 means that it’s very likely she will never experience it, and thus that—were she in our modern world—she might identify as aro-ace (I use “might” because I have no idea if she would care enough to do the research to find the term, haha). It’s also significant that this isn’t because she’s a chimera—it’s demonstrated that the monster soul in her *is* allosexual, so it’s not as if the chimera transformation process affects the soul in a way that rids it of any present sex drive or anything.

[darlingandmreames]

was reading a discussion about the avatar movies and their complete lack of fanfic earlier and one person in the discussion was like "it has no world building or interesting character dynamics to make people want to write about it - compare it to a movie like inception, which probably still has people writing fanfics for it to this day" and i was just there like oh buddy you don't even KNOW

Buddy I have a new Arthur/Eames fic gripping my brain as we speak. I wrote over 110k worth of Inception fic last year alone and my brain shows no signs of stopping. I came into this fandom a decade late and found a thriving community and goddamn if I'm going to let it fizzle out. Inception is filled with the most blorbos of all time, and we're all out here making that everyone else's problem. Love that for us and I hope we never stop

[dovesndecay]

If you have POTS, coathanger pain can sometimes be improved by upping your electrolytes. Drinking my electrolyte drinks helps me massively with it. Idk if that's what you got going on, but thought I'd mention it just in case since I had to discover this the hard way. I hope your pain improves soon and you can rest.

Hey, I appreciate it, nonny! We did have some gatorade in the house, so I had a couple glasses of that, and it did help some, which isn't surprising because I know damn well I don't get enough electrolytes these days.

I was taking Vitassium pills for a minute there and I could feel the difference in my brain fog specifically, but they went fast and stay expensive. Gatorade is great for me in a pinch, but I struggle with it making my tongue hurt? Something about prolonged drinking of it makes my mouth angery. (...I should probably, like, look into that at some point maybe? *shrug* priorities.)

I took a day or so of rest, trying to keep to low-spoons activities, and I'm feeling a fair bit better -- my pain has retreated to my baseline, and that's really all a spoonie can ask for 😂😂

[arcane-vagabond]

Trading that chewing gum while kissing with Scott!

Was this from a prompt list I can't find now?

Well, anyway....

GOD. Just imagine him smacking that gum to get a fucking rise out of you, but you play it cool, right? But you disappear, biding your time around the side of whatever building the crew is stopped at. Scott swaggers past, still smacking that damn gum when you pounce.

You push him up against the side of the building, hands twisted into his pristine shirt as he lets out a grunt of surprise. Your lips are on his before he even knows what's happening. You press up against him, licking into his mouth with fervor, the minty taste of the gum flooding your sense as he gains enough sense to kiss you back.

Ten minutes later, you come sauntering around the building with a self satisfied smirk on your lips, smacking the gum without a care in the world as Scott comes stumbling after you, looking like he took on a tornado all on his lonesome, cheeks flushed and pristine shirt wrinkled with his belt still undone.........sans gum.

[kinkymcbutweasel]

Okay, but sucking them yourself is also incredibly hot. That might be one of my bigger turn-ons

Well, maybe you'll enjoy this then, Nonny

[alchemicalterror]

What's your opinion on Edward and Jervis? Are you guys like friends or more like acquaintances

Eddie's a friend, though y'all wouldn't catch him tossing that word around, it ain't his style. Still, he's on the bowling team, he's up to date on all my dating life shenaniganry and gives me hell about it, he pops in with Chinese take out to discuss the theoretical science behind some of my more out-there, esoteric ideas, and we've both made very clear what lines we do not cross if we don't wanna be on the bad end of a bullet comin' from one another.

Good fella, Edward.

Tetch and I are on speakin' terms fine, but I'll be honest, Kyle talks to him far more often than I do.

[suddenlytennant]

Thank you so much to the sweet Nonny who sent me this gorgeous fit for my birthday! It literally made my whole day!!!

[tinylittlelee]

I forgot I was a bad bitch, tragic 💖