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syyskirjat · 2 years ago

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Okay I’m reading the pronunciation/transciption appendix now

The Westron or Common Speech has been entirely translated into English equivalents. An Hobbit names and special words are intended to be pronounced accordingly: for example, Bolger has g as in bulge, and mathom rhymes with fathom.

Not gonna lie, I have always pronounced these wrong. I guess it’s just me being influenced by Finnish a bit too much.

K is used in names drawn from other than Elvish languages, with the same value as c; kh thus represents the same sound as ch in Orkish Grishnákh, or Adûnaic (Númenórean) Adûnakhôr.

There's something kind of interesting to me about this choice and what it says about Tolkien's associations. Latin style spelling for Elvish while everybody else gets... well idk, I feel like kh tends to be used to transcribe that sound in non-Western European languages?

Although k of course is used a lot in Northern Europe (including Dutch and German and even English).

(This got a bit long so the rest is under a cut)

L represents more or less the sound of English initial l, as in let. It was, however, to some degree 'palatalized' between e, i and a consonant, or finally after e, i. (The Eldar would probably have transcribed English bell, fill as beol, fiol.) LH represents this sound when voiceless (usually derived from initial sl-). In (archaic) Quenya this is written hl, but was in the Third Age usually pronounced as l.

So I unfortunately don’t know much about the Celtic languages but I know Tolkien studied them and was inspired by them and this is where I think that shows? Based on what little I do know about like Irish spelling. And of course the voiceless L as its own sound rather than an allophone of voiced L.

NG represents ng in finger, except finally where it was sounded as in English sing. The latter sound also occurred initially in Quenya, but has been transcribed n (as in Noldo), according to the pronunciation of the Third Age.

This is another interesting choice because I feel like if Noldo was spelled Ngoldo it would immediately look non-European.

R represents a trilled r in all positions; the sound was not lost before consonants (as in English part).

You can tell Tolkien is a linguist because he says “before consonants“, because of course it doesn’t fully disappear (even in non-rhotic dialects) if it’s followed by a vowel.

The Orcs, and some Dwarves, are said to have used a back or uvular r, a sound which the Eldar found distasteful.

Sure, the Eldar found it distasteful, not you of course...

RH represents a voiceless r (usually derived from older initial sr-). It was written hr in Quenya. Cf. L.

I’m not entirely sure what sound this is supposed to mean? I assume a non-sibilant voiceless alveolar fricative? I have to admit, I don’t think I’ve run into that kind of sound before. Apparently it appears in some English accents as an allophone of t?

The use of the circumflex in other languages such as Adûnaic or Dwarvish has no special significance, and is used merely to mark these out as alien tongues (as with the use of k).

... weird but okay.

The groups er, ir, ur (finally or before a consonant) are not intended to be pronounced as in English fern, fir, fur, but rather is English air, eer, oor.

So my instinct is to assume that the ur has the same vowel as the u described earlier (with the same u as in brute in English) but the pronunciation of oor seems very inconsistent in English and depends heavily on the accent so idek.

Is it like poor or like door? Or neither? And if it is one of those then according to which accent? Or is it just IPA [ur] which would make it consistent with the er and ir?

In Dwarvish, which did not possess the sounds represented above by th and ch (kh), th and kh are aspirates, that is t or k followed by an h, more or less as in backhand, outhouse.

Ooooh this interesting actually. So I assume this means Dwarvish has a distinction between aspirated and unaspirated plosives?

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batariayu · 8 months ago

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self intro

This day i saw post talking about being gay and lonely is something that quite common especially when you are pushing 30 or more than that. your social circumstances changes a lot since it shown that you are disconnected much with your own community, while most of heteros start to having family.

They started introduce themself. talking about what what they do for living, what they like, whats their expectation on queer friends that they want to made. it is super cool considering they raised on different backgrounds and lore. they told what happened in their life at some post, and the other seemed to respond which one meet their match or just sending some pep talks.

thats make me think, like what i am gonna describe myself on tweets. they talk about their linking to go outside, start something new, embark on journey, and so on. they talk about their favorite activity like hitting the gym, drawing, running, or any physical activities.

i dont know, i hate to told you this but actually i just like on my own. like my presence in this 2x3 meters room that actually quite little but it fits for me. it is an oasis for me to daydream, sing, dance, or just round around.

it built with window so i could see sky change its colour based on its mood. i could see birds flying or just cloud chilling. even the moon also which i do like.

i have little air conditionier which made my room quite chilly so i have a reason on a blanket or at least curling up on my bed. it is comfy feelings that i dont likely to share with other, even the people i hooked up with.

i love it cuz at some point i have my own monologue talking about what happened in my life whether thats bad or good, nor just projection on hypotethical events.

in this space i felt safe from the world. i dont have to pretend or tolerate, i am full control and fully aware of whats happened.

loneliness was my enemy like i guess, 2-3 years ago. i dont like left alone i would definitely bombard my friends online that they left me behind. but it just maybe about my expectation that they would hang with me meanwhile people grow also. they have life, so maybe im the one who dont have much and cravings for others. i dont rely much on hookups cuz the people just, meh.

now on, i dont see being alone as a problem. it made me a space where i could reflect , project, or even elect anything that i want to do. it is a space for my own imagination. something that i love to do in good times.

i pretty admitting that i dont like meeting people much. theyre much boring or somehow annoying at particular point. i cant talk freely about silly things like bugs, internet, colours, or even just my ac being less chilly overtime ( i guess the freon slowly empty i need to contact my landlord )

i could discuss with myself about anything, i dont have to talk something political or such or i dont have to listen to other people story that somehow BORE ME TO DEATH ( istg it just run around story like idk whats on their mind it just lame ass story did you never reincarnate or something so you have better understanding about world ?)

i am slightly, i guess super delusional which that helps me cope with everything happen. and this space is just super comfy i could start hallucinate anytime. i could watching some tiktok edit and thinking i am Fern the magician ( i saw frieren anime its super good )

One thing couldnt understand is why people r just being " oh my god im so lonely". like it is actually concept that exist even before your grandpa born like its common things. you cant reject it cuz when its time you just being alone and thats it. you dont have to deal with annoying people, you dont have to hear them chitchat or you dont have to spare your energy talking with them. like i dont know how you people holding yourself talking to creature thats most likely to annoy you ? id be dead by second.

i love my friends tho. like i MISS THEM. i guess theyre one that im okay to be with in this scantuary ( gosh i said it like i wasnt the messiest place ever with no good things inside. thats not including how little the space )

i had a lot of writings guess im gonna do several parts of that

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justiceforplutoo · 6 months ago

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okay okay hear me out:

series adaptation, two seasons only. each chapter = one episode (OR movie adaptation, but kinda long. i just think it would be torturous for someone who's never read the book to have the first season end with... y'know?? + the second season would kick in with a voice over from richard about not thinking he's evil... so good.)

richard's inner monologue serves as narration. when there's something he notices that we need to know or adds something to the scene, the voice over cuts in. for example, when we first see each of the characters, we get him describing each of them as they walk past. or something like that. lol.

i want it slightly reminiscent of wes anderson's filming style. i think it would do good for a few reasons: 1.) y'know those scenes where the characters stare directly into the camera? would be so creepy with the secret history. 2.) the colors are so warm, bright, and chipper, because richard romanticizes a lot of the greek class and other things as well. i love your idea where the color goes dark and cold as the story progresses, and i'd love to see certain areas of the story still tinted with those "happier" colors. 3.) anderson's filming style (from what i've seen) is slightly voyeuristic, like we're seeing something we're not supposed to see. we're for certain not supposed to be hearing the ENTIRE story of how a murder was commited. 4.) all the characters always feel slightly detached from the world. richard, i'm sorry, but richard is no thoughts head empty.

what i meant with the "some things might still be colored warmly", for example: when henry saves richard from freezing to death, everything is cool-toned, but when henry appears, he's wearing warm colors and color slowly comes back.

this is a totally crack idea but y'know how in heartstopper, there's those little doodles?? idk if it'd work well in actuality but it'd be really funny if there was just doodles around all the characters. like when camilla and charles are first seen, they're described like angels, so like a lil' halo doodle??? lol this makes no sense but yeah

i feel like a lot of movies nowadays are incredibly violent, but the secret history feels incredibly detached and nonchalant towards the subject of murder (they tell richard that they murdered a guy and he's just jealous bc they didn't invite him 😭) i want bunny's death to happen like it does in the book. "why, looking for new ferns..." and then like a shot of henry's hand on bunny's chest, then just blackout. y'know?

yeah anyways i feel like if we actually got an adaptation, it'd SUCK but y'know. fun to daydream.

Once again thinking about the fact that I really want a TSH series adaptation.

Would it suck? Most likely, yes. It would be extremely difficult (impossible?) to show Richard's unreliable narration. And there are so many little things, interactions and details which actually make the story what it is, that it would take a lot of time to cover them all on screen, even with a series – so, much of it would probably have to be cut out, and the overall thing would be affected by it.

Still... I think that it could be done. It would in no way compare to the novel, because of course it wouldn't, but I'm sure it has the potential to be something very good.

Especially since it could give the same feeling of the book through visuals. The atmosphere being colorful and warm when Richard first arrives at Hampden, only for it to gradually become darker and colder as the plot unravels (Bunny's murder being the event after which the shift becomes more evident), along with the characters becoming progressively more unsettling and less aesthetic – which is really how it felt to me.

#tsh is inspiring me to do so many things: i wanna actually learn to draw portraits so i can draw fanart; i wanna script this for funsies...#when i'm more confident with drawing anatomy i will ONE HUNDRED PERCENT make comic strip scenes of this book #also i really should change my username #after reading tsh i can assure you that bunny is not in fact for all #tsh #the secret history #donna tartt #henry winter #richard papen #bunny corcoran #francis abernathy #charles macaulay #camilla macaulay

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dontworrysunflower · 4 years ago

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You Make It Better | h.s.

warnings: DEPRESSION, i apologize if i do not portray it correctly, i wrote what i could figure out from the internet. if this triggers you PLEASE DO NOT READ OR READ WITH CAUTION, nudity (? idk they shower together), very cheesy sorry

a/n: this is something i wish i had rn because even thought i’m not diagnosed and definitely think am depressed so ig that is where this came from. please, if you ever need someone to talk to, my messages are always open and i have no life so i’ll answer as soon as i can, asks (anonymous too) are always open. also i’m bad at endings so excuse that. (and writing his accent but we’ll ignore that)

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It was a late Saturday morning when you realized it was going to be a really hard day with your depression. You had woken up earlier than Harry, which was very rare. His arm was tucked between your neck and the pillow, hand laying softly on your arm, your head just below the right swallow tattoo on his chest, the inked butterfly on his stomach stretching with every even breath he took in his sleep.

It wasn’t much longer until he eventually woke up, his fingers suddenly grazing your arm as he fully opened his eyes to look at you. He lets out a guttural groan, stretching his legs under the blanket.

“G’mornin’ lovie,” he said groggily, voice rough as he bends down to press a light kiss to your hair. You don’t move, only your nail lightly scratching his side. His face scrunches up in confusion, and you knew if you were to look up at him you would burst out in tears just from how cute he is. “(y/n)?” He asked, moving down on the bed to be face to face with you. “You okay, baby?” His nose nudged yours, but again, you don’t react. You don’t even look him in the eyes.

All you do is shrug to his question, a little hum falling past your lips.

Then it struck him, and you see the exact moment when it does. But his face doesn’t change to a sympathetic look, he doesn’t frown at you with a sorry look.

Instead, he gives you a small and sleepy smile and pushes a strand of your hair away from your face. He scoots closer to you, moving you to sit on his lap, his boxers laying low on his hips, his inked fern leaves peeking through.

“Another one of those days?” He asked quietly as he moved to put his head right next to yours, his eyes looking up at you.

“Yeah.” You mumble, reaching over to grab the pendant of his necklace, rubbing the green cross with your soft finger.

“How bad?”

You continue to drag your finger over his cross pendant, eyes fixated his chest hairs. You sigh heavily before parting to answer. “Nine.”

“Hmm.” He kissed your forehead. “What made it a little betta’?”

You finally looked up at him, his emerald eyes still had a glassy look, still not fully awake. You’re hesitate to speak, your mouth opening and closing, thinking whether or not you should say what’s on your mind.

Very early in your relationship, you told Harry that it was hard for you to open up to people. You told him your illness made you feel like a burden towards everyone you know, you told him that there may be days where you wouldn’t want to see him because you’d feel like you're getting in the way.

But unlike the other people you’ve been with, he understood and was patient with you. And even though there were days that got really bad, he stayed by your side.

“You can talk to me, baby.” Harry took your hand that was holding his pendant, his finger grazing the skin of your thumb.

Your lips slightly quirk up, but not enough to really show that you were happy. But he could see it.

“You make it better.” You maneuver your hand that was in his to now hold his hand, bringing it closer to your chest and play with his ringless fingers.

When he doesn’t say anything, you look up at him worriedly, scared you’ve said the wrong thing.

But when you do, his face was the definition of happy. He was smiling so wide, his dimples were showing. There was a light hue on his cheeks, bringing his face to life.

You wish you could be that happy right now.

He brought you closer to his chest and pressed his lips to your matted hair. “Wanna just stay in bed all day?” You nod against his chest. “Whatever you want, love.” His arms tightened around you, bringing you impossibly closer, giving you a silent message of I’m here for you.

“Do you want something to eat? Some tea, maybe?” He asked sweetly as he started to pull away, his feet hitting the wooden flooring on your shared bedroom.

You looked up at him, hesitating to answer, but his fingers scratch your scalp in encouragement, his green eyes looking down at you sweetly. “Could-” you hesitate. “Could I just have some tea, please? Peppermint, if we have any.”

He nodded, bending down to press to place a kiss to your nose. “Anything to eat?”

You shake your head and bring the duvet to your face.

Before he can get too far, you grab his hand, getting his attention as he starts to walk away. “What’s up, baby?”

“Can I have a kiss?” you asked shyly, afraid he’ll reject you.

Instead of answering, he just leans down to peck your lips, but you hold his jaw and keep his close.

You give him one last peck before you pull away slightly, lips bruised to a pink color, faces still close.

You peck him one last time then back away, bringing the duvet to your chin.

“Don’t be too long.” You mumble.

He chuckled and kissed your head before walking out of the room.

•••

He comes back a couple minutes later, two mugs in his hands, a banana in between his lips.

You sit up against the headboard, the duvet just under your stomach that’s covered in one of Harry's old striped shirts.

“Thank you.” You mumble as you take the pastel orange mug from Harry’s hand.

You both sit quiet as you sip at your hot beverage, Harry offering you a bite of his banana after a while, but you decline.

Harry takes your empty cup and leaves it on his side table, the banana peel hanging from the rim of his mug.

“Do you wanna do anything?” He asked beside you, taking your hand in his.

“Ca-” You hesitate, scared he’ll say no or you feel like you're being selfish for what you're about to ask. “Can we just cuddle?” You asked with a pout, looking down at your lap.

He lets out a little giggle, getting under the white duvet. “I’d never say no to your cuddles.”

He pulls you close to his chest, the hair on his legs tickling your silky ones. His tattooed arm comes to lay over your stomach.

After a while, your eyes begin to sting, your sight becoming blurry, tears falling down your cheeks.

Harry seems to feel your salty tears fall on his chest. He plays with the ends of your hair and then rubs your arm. “Let it out, baby.”

Your shoulders shake as you sob, uncontrollable tears falling down your cheeks.

Harry held you tighter as you hiccuped, breath evening, eyes shutting as you fall asleep.

•••

When you woke up, the room was drastically darker. Harry’s side lamp was the only source of light.

Harry’s torso was against the headboard, one hand tangled in your hair, the other holding up a book as his eyes scan every word on the page.

When you shuffle under his touch, he closes his book and lays it by his side. “Hi.” He leans down to kiss your head, his hand now by your waist, playing with the hem of your (his) shirt you’re wearing that has risen up.

“What were you reading?” you asked meekly after you yawn, moving your arm across his fern tattoos.

“Love is a mixtape.”

“You love that book.” Your head moves up and down with his chest as he laughs. “Can you read some to me?”

“Sure, baby.”

•••

He had read a chapter or two when you realized, a small gasp leaving your lips. “Weren’t you supposed to go to the studio today?” You held up your weight against your arm, your hand digging into the mattress under you.

Your face scrunched up in guilt, your mind racing with the thought of getting in the way of Harry’s music, never wanting to be the reason he stopped working.

He just hums and and folders the corner of the page he was on before closing the book and leaving it on his side table. “I called Jeff when I was making the tea that I wasn’t going to make it today.”

“But why? You were excited to-”

“No one that matters, baby. There was no way I would’ve left you here by yourself.”

“I would’ve been fi-”

“No, you wouldn’t have and you know it.” His voice changed completely, more firm and stern than how he was talking earlier today. “Baby,” he started, he shifted in his spot on the mattress, turning completely towards you, taking your hands in his. You’ve always loved when you held hands. Loved to feel the comparison in size from your to his and your thumb always grazed his cross tattoo. You always get butterflies when he touches you, and that hasn’t changed since the beginning of your relationship that felt like so long ago.

“It’s okay to not be okay. I know it’s a struggle and everyday I wish I could take this pain from you, but I can’t. The best I can do is be there for you and hold you. And you may feel like you don’t deserve it, but you do. You deserve happiness and more. You may feel like every little thing you do bothers me and others but you don’t. I love you with my entire being, (y/n), and I’m surprised you haven’t gotten tired of me.”

You scoff through foggy eyes, but his dimples and freckles are still prominent in your vision.

“In the rare times that we’re not together and I’m with other people, the first thing people ask me is how you’re doing. Shit, I even get asked about you in interviews and fans I meet on the street ask about you.”

You’re full on sobbing now, his pretty words too much to handle, an overwhelming feeling of love and gratitude and happiness filling your chest.

“You’re not a burden, baby.” He said softly as he pulled you into his lap, his rough fingertips sipping the salty tears from under your eyes. “Say it, please.”

You take in a shaky breath, but an even, firm breath comes out, the ache in your chest a lot lighter, less painful. You lick your chapped lips before speaking, “I’m not a burden.”

His lips press to your temple, the warm skin. You both cry, holding each other tighter than what you thought was possible. You nuzzle your face into his neck, breathing his warmth and scent.

He sighs and gingerly kisses your forehead, his finger twirling the ends of your hair.

“Wanna go take a shower?” Harry asked, your legs tangled with his under the comforter. “We can watch a movie or something after, yeah?” He pushed back the stray hairs that had fallen out of your ponytail, the tie loosening its grip on your hair as you moved around the bed throughout the day.

“Yeah.” you mumble, eyes droopy again, energy slowly fading as the sun faded from the sky.

“C’mon, baby.” He wiggles away from you, standing on the side of the bed, his hand out for you to grab.

You move the duvet off you, goosebumps forming on your exposed legs and arms because you were only wearing one of Harry’s old shirts.

He takes your hand as you scoot closer to the edge of the bed, your feet softly landing on the wooden flooring of your bedroom.

Harry raises your intertwined hands and tenderly pressed his lips to the back of your hand, his dimples smile forming when he sees a blush form on your cheeks. “C’mon, love.” He leads you towards the bathroom, quickly turning on the light.

You walk behind him as he makes his way further in, opening the glass door of the shower to turn on the water, letting it get warm before he turns around to you.

He lifts his own shirt up, exposing his tattooed chest. “You too, love.” He chuckled at you as you just stood there in front of him.

He drops his shirt before tugging at the hem of yours, his eyes looking into yours for approval. You give him a small nod before he brings it up your torso.

He helps you undress the rest of the way, which was quick because you only had your underwear left.

You stayed close as Harry quickly undressed. The butterfly on his stomach expanded as he took in a deep breath, his hand reaching towards you again to lead you to the spraying shower.

The foggy glass door springs open and Harry steps aside for you. “Ladies first.”

Harry’s hand leaves yours to lay it on your back as you step into the steaming shower.

•••

Harry just finished washing your hair, his fingers raking through your wet strands, his chin resting on top of your head. Your hands mindlessly run up and down his back, your cheek against the swallow tattoo on his chest.

His thumb rubs against the side of your face, catching your attention. You look up to his green eyes looking down at you already, his dimples lightly denting his cheeks. “You’re pretty.” He spoke softly, his eyes shifting around your face.

You sheepishly look down at his chest, lightly tracing the butterfly tattoo on his stomach.

He chuckles at your shyness and kisses your forehead. Even though you can’t see it, he looks at you like you hung the moon, he looks at you like a goddess even though you have demons on your shoulders. “Which one’s your favorite?” He whispered in your ear before pressing his lips to it.

You hummed as you leaned back, Harry’s hands on your hips still keeping you close. Your eyes scanned his body, your mind at battle.

You suddenly lift yourself up on your toes, holding on to his shoulders for leverage as you look at the tattoos that cross over, inching close to his back muscles.

“The little guitar doodle, thing.” You said before you unknowingly let out a little giggle, you finger lightly grazing the darkened skin.

“There’s that laugh.” He spoke softly, a small grin widening on his face. His emerald eyes shining in adoration. “I missed it.” His fingers curl the ends of your hair. Your hands move to his face, delicately holding his gorgeous face against yours.

“I love you. Thank you.” You said quietly, tears fogging your sight.

He shakes his head without hesitation, wet curls falling between you. “Nothing to thank me for.” He lifted his head to press a hard kiss on your nose, making a small giggle leave your lips. “There’s that beautiful sound again.” He roughly kissed under your eye, your giggles getting louder. He pecks the corner of your lips before migrating slightly to nip at your pink lips.

Your shoulders relax as you sigh into the kiss, your fingers lightly grazing the skin on Harry's shoulder, his around your waist, giving you a small squeeze.

The warm water cascades behind you, flowing through your hair and falling down to your feet.

He slowly pulls away, so slow that it seemed like he didn’t really want to pull away. Wet strands of his hair fall into his face, your fingers quickly leaving his shoulder to rake them back. “Wanna finish up and get to bed?” He asked quietly, his chipped fingernails faintly grazing the skin of your hip.

You nod, backing up as Harry moved closer to turn off the water behind you. The steamy glass door opens with a pop, Harry’s feet stepping onto the white floor mat to grab towels hanging on the wall. He quickly wraps one around his waist, droplets of water descending down his inked frame, some falling down from his hair onto his shoulder.

You slowly step out of the shower beside Harry, grabbing the towel from his hands and unfolding it to dry your hair and body before wrapping it around yourself.

“Do you want one of my shirts, love?” He asked as he walked out to the bathroom (still completely wet with a water trail behind him) to his dresser, looking through his casual wardrobe.

“If it’s okay with you.” You stayed in the bathroom, watching him move around the bedroom.

“Of course, lovie. That’s why I offered.” He comes in front of you to hand you some clothes, just a pair of his boxers and his old ‘Hot n Hard’ shirt. “Always want you in my clothes. He pecks your nose and pulls away, a small dimple piercing his cheek as he smirked. “Also like you with no clothes.”

You narrowed your eyes at him and pushed at his shoulder, shaking your head at him.

By the time you slid on the shirt he gave you, he was leaning against the doorframe, pink boxers hanging loosely under the fern tattoos. “Can I help with your skincare?” He asked shyly, his cheeks turning the same color as his boxers.

You don’t hesitate to nod, stepping farther into the bathroom to let him in.

He pats the counter, his other hand going to your back. “Sit for me, baby.”

You jumped onto the counter, silently watching him as he gathered your different products, you had too many to count (and didn’t need).

You sat quietly as you watched his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, tongue poking out of his lips. His rough fingers gingerly patting stuff on your face, laughing at your whines when he was dragging down your face instead of smoothing up. “It’ll give me wrinkles!” You groaned.

So now he’ll do the same with his skin.

What? He doesn’t want wrinkles either.

•••

yay!!!

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funkyrabbit · 3 years ago

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thoughts on 25x04 -blabbermouth/all grown up

okay, i think i’m finally ready to talk about this episode.

general note about season 25: i do think it was decent as a whole, though it wasn’t anything spectacular. the last episode was definitely the best of the season.

25x04a - blabbermouth

- arthur and the gang are throwing a welcome back party for muffy because she just returned from a trip to hawaii. i find it odd that rattles is at this party because i didn’t really think he and muffy were friends??

- buster getting the messes on his shirt from the sandwich and hiding in the bushes is just...adorable lmao. we haven’t seen his sloppy habits come up in a while. i like to think it’s because he’s undergone some character development, especially after the events of episodes like “germaphobia”

- buster is upset because arthur hasn’t told him about the last four surprise parties, arthur lies and says he forgot to tell him. buster recognizes muffy’s cake, and says he saw arthur and his mom buy it

- side note: i just love that all these years, they’ve kept arthur’s habit of fiddling with his glasses when he’s fibbing, it’s so cute

- buster is just a mess lmao, that shirt is ruined shfkgl

- rattles is friends with maria too?? interesting

- arthur tells buster that he blabbed about his underwear nightmares (ref to “arthur’s underwear��), his crush on his babysitter (sally, a ref to “crushed”), his fear of grotesquely grim bunny (”tales of grotesquely grim bunny” WOW, i was not expecting a reference to that episode), and his love for love ducks (ref to “that’s a baby show”)

- arthur goes on to say buster blabbed about the surprise parties for binky, fern and brain. so they had four surprise parties after that which arthur didn’t tell buster about, because he spoiled the first three

- buster asks arthur to tell him a secret, and later vents to brain about his concerns about arthur over ice cream, spilling the secret arthur told him in the process lol

- “you’re learning to keep your mouth? why? is it going somewhere?” idk it made me laugh sdfhks

- and for what is probably the millionth time in the series, buster contemplates his friendship with arthur, wondering if he’s not “best friend material” anymore.

- BUSTER’S REACTION TO ARTHUR LYING TO HIM OHH NOOO

- “I didn’t trust you not to tell a real secret.” ARTHUR YOU LITERALLY MADE BUSTER CRY WHAT THE FUCK

- “I may have blabbed, arthur, but i have never lied to you.” THIS IS LITERALLY SOMETHING COUPLES WOULD ARGUE ABOUT

- this part fucked me up so much i’m literally making a separate post about it later

- then buster is venting to muffy about his problems with arthur, and muffy wants him to suck his thumb for likes on instagram - i mean pictogram dfhkd

- buster has muffy make a post calling people to the community garden so they can share his secrets with him and naturally no one shows up lmao. but george shares a secret with him because he feels bad for him, aww

- as a side note why does the garden look so dead? maybe a lot of the vegetables aren’t in season??

- ohhhh look how sad buster is when he realizes it was bad to share george’s secret 😭

- i know there has been some discussion/theories of what george’s secret was. i agree with the idea that george told buster about a crush he has on someone, because that’s probably considered pretty serious at their ages. even muffy agreed that posting it would be going too far. it had to be something “embarrassing” and it certainly wasn’t anything sad or tragic, so that seems most likely.

- “i’m sorry i dragged you along. i don’t know why i needed you, but i did” “i’m glad i came!” PLS I’M CRYING THEY’RE SO CUTE

in summary: i’m not sure why everyone was saying “blabbermouth” is a bad episode, i’m probably just biased but i thought it was cute. i also think think an episode about this was warranted, buster’s literally had this habit since season 1 lmao.

25x04b - all grown up

- at the start of this episode, we see ms. turner talking to mrs. pariso, who we’ve only seen in a handful of episodes. we did see her in 25x02b “a cloudy day” and before that her last major appearance was in “arthur and the haunted treehouse”

- i am SO glad patrick made one final appearance in the last episode, even if he didn’t have a speaking role.

- of course buster takes like 4 free sample chocolates lmao

- CAPRI DI VAPIDA CAMEO???

- marc brown in the arthur finale is just perfect

- “mushrooms - as long as they’re chanterelles” oh muffy

- buster’s comment about muffy becoming a mail carrier sorta reminds me of “buster’s special delivery” where he volunteers to deliver the school mail lol

- cue muffy failing at delivering mail lol

- “you could be a politician” “i suppose i’d consider president” TYPICAL muffy...

- the aged up francine in her imagine spot is just....so not francine. i’m so glad it isn’t her actual aged up design lol

- OLD MAN SLINK HAD ME WHEEZING

- “my daddy is a boring old business person” “and he’s sooo good at it” loving this sarcasm from francine lmao

- the way everyone laughed when the game said buster would be a teacher 💀 💀 💀

- BUSTER TEACHING A CLASS FULL OF BRAINS RIP

- i didn’t know this, but the A-113 on the door is apparently a famous animation reference

- flash forward to 20 years later, where everyone is 28

- MICHAEL YARMUSH AS ADULT ARTHUR IS EVERYTHING. THAT WAS PERFECT. also, there were complaints about it, and it was memed on, but adult arthur’s design isn’t that bad to me?? the hair kind of took some getting used to, and i certainly never saw arthur growing a full head of a hair, but i kind of like it. part of me thinks it’s a wig tho lmao. i like to think arthur wears sweaters as an adult too, but his outfit does fit him in a way. regarding his career as a graphic novelist, that kind of came out of nowhere, but it works!

- i was NOT expecting that kind of a future for buster, but it does work when i consider it. he’s definitely a college professor, since he’s teaching a 20-21 year old kate. i’m glad they didn’t give buster a full head of hair, because that wouldn’t be fitting for him at all lmao. buster’s design really tells me that he’s going to go through a lot of change as an adult. i’ll probably make a follow up post on this later, but you have to have your phd or mfa to be a college professor for a fine arts class. these degrees take years to complete, so attaining that status in your late 20s is quite impressive. buster really buckled down and applied himself, so it must be something he really wanted to do.

- MUFFY AS A POLITICIAN IS ALSO PERFECT. END OF STORY. it’s funny because if you watch 05x6a “the election” it shows just how damn good muffy would be in politics lmao. also, her opponent is “mayor hirsch,” a ref to peter k. hirsch, the head writer of arthur. also her pantsuit is so fitting and classy, i love her hair. she and george were the only characters who looked about how i’d expected them to look.

- george’s design is pretty plain, but for him, it works! can i just say i LOVE how he turned the sugar bowl into a cafe? he didn’t change the name, “the sugar bowl” works for a dessert shop and a cafe, that’s so good. i pictured george going into something like woodworking or carpentry, but it’s possible he also does that on the side?

- francine’s design garnered some controversy but i LOVE IT. her hair is amazing. her taste in fashion is superb. also she is LITERALLY a lesbian and don’t even try to tell me that’s not what they were going for with her design lol. i wasn’t expecting her to run a company that makes sneakers, but it does make sense given her love for sports!

- tbh i don’t know how to feel about binky becoming a weatherman?? that was probably what surprised me the most of all, but i guess 25x01a “binky wrestles with a story” was trying to foreshadow that? his hair and glasses are cute tho

- dw as a cop also got quite a bit of controversy lmao. i will say that i agree, it is fitting for her to go into law enforcement given her personality. also she’s actually voiced by a WOMAN for the first time in the series - nissae isen. it’s interesting how closely her voice resembles younger dw’s, they did really well with the casting for her

- bud in the finale, i guess i should’ve been expecting that lmao. AND HE TAKES OFF HIS HELMET (there’s a running joke in the fandom about bud taking off his hat, it’s been around for years lmao). his aged up design actually looks pretty decent?? it’s less lazy than i thought it would be

- I STARTED GETTING EMOTIONAL AGAIN WHEN I REALIZED MICHAEL YARMUSH AS ARTHUR IS THE FIRST AND LAST VOICE HEARD IN THE SERIES 😭

in summary: WHAT A WAY TO END THE SERIES. arthur becomes a graphic novelist, publishing his first graphic novel which is the entire arthur series, and he begins reading “arthur’s eyes” to the gang, creating an endless loop between the final episode and the first episode. kudos to the writers for coming up with something so ingenious, i never expected that. also, how the character’s relationships are left TOTALLY OPEN. that was so good for the fandom, so now we can ship what we want and make up our own fanon.

this may be an unpopular opinion but i’m not necessarily upset that other characters (brain, sue ellen, fern, etc.) didn’t appear. i like that they made the futures of some characters unknown. i will be making another post about my headcanons for adult arthur characters but yeah, i don’t really see it as a bad thing.

i do agree that it might’ve worked better as a special, but then they may have to talk about character relationships or other details like that. i thought it was nice how they just gave us a hint at the characters’ futures. it wasn’t perfect, of course. they could’ve opted for better animation too, since it was the final episode, but that was probably out of the question. overall, for what it was, the finale honestly turned out fan-fucking-tastic. i don’t really like to rate arthur episodes anymore, but the finale is a solid 10/10 😭

thank you to marc brown, greg bailey, peter k. hirsch, and everyone who worked on arthur. goodbye to a piece of my childhood that i will forever hold close in my heart 💗

#arthur pbs #all grown up #blabbermouth #this episode makes me so damn emotional 😭#i'm never getting over it

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riseofthecommonwoodpile · 3 years ago

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Okay so I got a few for that ask thing: flower/plant? Makeup item? Fashion icon? Guilty pleasure music?

oh shit

Flower / Plant: I'm basic and I just love me some ferns!! one of my favorite things about being in the PNW was just ferns, ferns everywhere. Ferns didn't really grow that much in the Chicago suburbs where I grew up but I remember, somehow, under the bushes on the front of my childhood home, little ferns would always grow there, and I would take pains to not mow them on accident when I would mow the lawn. It was like a little special place, dark but not too dark, wet but not too wet, that they could grow, and they still make me really happy. love the little guys.

Makeup Item: If we're going just category of thing, it's black eyeshadow. I don't think I've ever done an eye makeup look that doesn't include black eyeshadow, and with just that and some brushes you can do a great smokey eye, nothing else required. if I can be a Capitalist Shill for a second, it's UD's eye primer potion. It has spoiled me to the point that if I try to do eyeshadow without using it first, it feels totally messed up and weird. Just magic stuff honestly, especially for someone like me with really deep-set eyes and a big problem with getting creases in my eyeshadow because of that.

Fashion Icon: uhhhh fuck lol, it's hard to think of like. One person? I can think of designers or general "styles", like. I LOVE Alexander McQueen's work, it's so striking and dramatic, and his label when it was under his direction almost never missed. Other than that in more of the Icon vein uhhh Charli XCX, Josefine Jonsson's latex photography (have multiple prints from her in my house lol), everything J. Lo wears in The Cell, Razor Candi, the entire cast of Alien 3, the things Killstar puts out that aren't dumb as hell, uh. honestly Jean Hollywood's whole ~techwear femboy~ look is so good rn too. like,

that's a vibe.

Guilty Pleasure Music: Ok I'm gonna have a fun answer and a not fun answer. Let's go not fun first and end with a pick me up: my not fun answer is music made by legit horrible people. Red House Painters, Throbbing Gristle (i go back and forth on this a LOT, as Genesis doesn't deserve to taint the work everyone else did in that, but. yeah. idk. moving on!), the album Suicidal Emotions by Abyssic Hate, which is some of the best DSBM I've ever heard, and has nothing to do with NSBM, but I found out years after falling in love with just that one album that his earlier stuff is straight up Nazi shit. That's the stuff I actually feel guilty about a bit listening to.

Here's the more fun answer!: Bro metal. I mean that less as a genre category and more of a Type of Guy category, like the Hot Couch Guy. Bro metal is like, Lamb of God, Tool, Slayer, Nile. I can't explain any better than that, it's a vibe, like, the kind of guy who has a shaved head and would get mad at girls being at Ozzfest kind of guy. All he owns are long sleeve metal t-shirts. That guy. I fuck with that hard.

Bonus answer: Robbin' the Hood by Sublime. I cannot fucking stand their other two albums, but Robbin' the Hood is such a messy, barely coherent garbage can of a record that I really, really like it. Like, hey, let's throw half-assed dub versions of random songs together with samples of a mentally ill homeless guy we know and covers of songs we half-remember into a kind of ska punk sound collage...thing. really weird, which is why i can get down with it.

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daydream-believin · 4 years ago

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Flowers Have Feelings

summary: it's valentines and you're making some gifts for your good pal douxie,,, also confessing

warnings: swearing probably, no proofread cause tired

word count: 2659

a/n: i've been struggling with writers block. i guess. i've returned to this only to write like, a paragraph so many times. which is bad cause like cheese designed the bouqeut and this should have been done ages ago. idk idk bon appetit

tags: @yagirlcheesely, is for you

image below: sketch of the bouquet

You jumped out of bed and slammed your alarm. Today was the day. You had to get everything ready today. Tonight would be the presentation. The night you finally do it. The night you confessed to your closest friend and crush, Douxie. Also happened to be Valentine’s day.

Your friends may have told you: “Just be patient. Drop hints. If he likes you, he’ll let you know.” But you weren’t about that passive love life. You liked to grab that strawberry cow by the horns. Subtly was boring and took far too long. You were in love with your friend and you were gonna let him know frankly if it killed you. It probably would, to be honest.

As confident as this makes you sound, you were aware of the possibility of him not liking you back, and that was okay. Sure, your heart would be shattered and you might not be very peachy for, say, a month or six, but you accepted that. At first, you had resigned yourself to just adoring him secretly. But you quickly grew impatient with that. What were you afraid of, really? Him letting you down gently, and ushering you two into an era of awkwardness? Okay so maybe that was worth considering. But not really. You wouldn’t let it come to that. Even if he did turn you down, you weren’t about to let that fact taint your friendship like that. You two were very close, and Douxie wasn’t the kind of guy to suddenly treat you differently after such a thing. Just a few weeks of awkwardness at most before all was forgotten (on his end at least). Only a problem for you. But, boy, it would be really, really nice, and not awkward, if he reciprocated.

You and Douxie were thick as thieves. There wasn’t a thing you hadn’t told each other. Not a secret between a pair of buddies as close as you. Oh, one thing, you know. The fact that you had caught feelings, that was definitely something you had kept secret from him. As eager as you were to do so, you couldn’t just drop a bombshell like that at any old time. That’s why you chose today of all days to confess; a little extra luck from St. Valentine. A little magic to give you a boost, placebo or not. This was going to happen. This was going to work.

You strapped on your helmet, safety first, before heading out on your bike. You cleared your schedule for the day cause you weren’t really sure if everything would work out or not. You could have everything done and ended wrapped up neatly in a few hours, or you could have a complete disaster on your hands, which could take up all your time. Time you would happily give, since you were determined for everything to be perfect. It was also nice to know you didn’t have to come in to work later,, lest you spend the whole night, crying your eyes out. You shuddered at the possibility. You were gonna stop thinking about that now. Yeah, only confidence now.

You may be a teensy bit sleep deprived. Only a teensy bit. You chugged a monster this morning, you’ll be fine. It wasn’t your fault you were up all night researching flower language. There were so many flowers, and those flowers had so many feelings. Eventually though, you managed to settle on a bouquet of roses, daisies, and dandelions. Fern leaves for greenery too. Greenery was important for flower arrangements. It tied the whole thing together. While it wouldn’t be the most on theme color scheme, the yellows, whites, reds, and greens, would mix together prettily. You definitely didn’t have to go as far as this, and you were banking on the fact that Douxie even knew flower language, but it was sweet, it was romantic. And you were going to be romantic about this, dammit.

Daisies, for friendship. It was really important that you communicate just how much you valued Douxie’s friendship and how nothing would change between you two if he were to not return your feelings. Red, red roses, classic romance. There was a reason the blooms were so strongly associated with the valentines holiday itself; no one sees a red rose and thinks of anything other than love and romance. A clear message to your beloved. And well, the dandelions? Cheery, beautiful, resilient, common weeds, never to be approved of, finding the strength to bloom despite assholes like Merlin’s best efforts. Dandelions were Douxie’s favorite flower.

Too bad the florist didn’t even consider them to be anything but said common weed. You had included them in your order when you called it in and you could hear the florist laugh, but muffled as if he put his hand over the receiver, before returning to the phone to inform you that you would have to add them yourself. Pretty rude, if you say so. No matter, hand-picked dandelions would be romantic, anyways. Even if no one else knew about it but you.

You placed the bouquet neatly into the basket of your bike. You’d pick the dandelions to complete it later, right before the big confession, in order to keep them fresh. But as of now, the bouquet peaked out of your basket, the floral fragrance wafting up to your face as you made your way to the next store.

Last week, you had seen such an adorable little box of chocolates. It had chocolates shaped like little skulls, flowers, and ghost cats, and the box had a silly pun about death. Goth chocolate, def. It would have been perfect for the edgy wizard in your life, but alas, it was way too fucking expensive. Like obscenely expensive. But no matter, you’d just steal the idea. How hard could making chocolate be anyway?

You left the grocery store with your haul safe in your skull-patterned reusable shopping bag. Wizard-chic and eco-friendly, it was your favorite bag. The contents of the much-loved bag? Melting chocolates, a jar of marmalade, a jar of raspberry jam, a jar of strawberry jam, and a new roll of wax paper, since you were out. Now you weren’t as ambitious as to make your own jam here. This was a failsafe. There are only so many ways to ruin chocolates if you did not make the chocolate nor the filling yourself. Now just a quick run in the stationary shop on your way home for a cute box, and you were all ready to start your chocolatier career.

* * *

Douxie was getting antsy. Not many patrons had paid a visit to his bookstore this afternoon. Which was strange for valentine’s. and it left him with nothing but his thoughts to entertain his anxious mind. Doux had a lot to worry about. His band had a gig in a new town, so he wasn’t sure how they would be received. He was waiting on a shipment of books that was supposed to show up days ago. It may have gotten lost. That Lake kid was getting himself into more and more trouble these days and it was starting to become hard to help out without overstepping his vaguely imposed bounds. But most of all, at the very moment, he was worried about you.

You had asked him to meet up for dinner tonight. Okay, pretty normal for a Sunday night. Not that the weekend meant anything to either of you, but you normally set aside Sunday for dinner hangout. So nothing to abnormal. But then. Then, you said, something… Douxie actually can’t recall what you said, per se, just that it was along the lines of “we need to talk.” And that your tone sounded nervous. He did not like that one bit, nope nope. He had spent a great part of the day just revisiting every interaction the two of you had had in the last month or so, desperate to figure out if he did something wrong. But he was coming up blank, for all his efforts. Across the room, the clock ticked on. It would be closing time soon enough, and then he’d no longer have to wonder just what he did wrong, as you would be there to tell him directly. Fuzzbuckets, he couldn’t wait.

* * *

You wiped the goopy chocolate off of your cheek with the back of your hand. So far this wasn’t a total disaster. You had at least seven chocolate skulls filled and drying in the molds. The white chocolate seemed to have melted smoother than the regular chocolate? The regular chocolate ones looked kind of lumpy. You hoped they came out of the molds okay. Not to mention the ones you already messed up. A little mountain of chocolate pieces and jam had started rising from your table top corner.

It had been lots of fun at the start. melting the chocolates with a double boil, planning out which molds would be which flavors. But actually filling those molds? A messy, messy ordeal. You had chocolate and jam all over your kitchen, up to your exposed elbows, and even a little in your hair. But that was okay. You’d clean the kitchen later. With the molds in the freezer to set, your priority now was cleaning yourself up rather than the kitchen.

And you cleaned up nice, if you did say so yourself. You got the chocolate out of your hair, and had on a fresh outfit, taking a little time to put effort into your style. You looked snazzy, but not too fancy. You needed to stay casual. Something that you hoped would make Douxie be like ‘wow they look pretty okay’ but not freak him out with formality. Yeah. This was good.

Your watch beeped. Okay, you needed to get out of here, no more dilly dallying. You pulled the candies you made out of the freezer. Moment of truth. Thank the stars, all of the chocolates came out of the molds smoothly without breaking. You arranged them in the cute circular box you set up earlier and folded the tissue paper over them. They all fit in perfectly. The cheesy valentine card, the most important part, didn’t quite fit on top of the candies, you’d have to put it with the bouquet. You slid the lid onto the box and fastened a bow around it with a blue ribbon. Maybe this was a bit overkill, but Douxie knew how to appreciate the dramatic. He’d love it, you were sure.

Last but not least, you headed to the greenspace across the street from your apartment for the final ingredient in your Douxie wooing, dandelions. You were lucky that the empty lot had recently bloomed an entire garden’s worth of the yellow things. The chilly breeze mussed up your newly-fixed hair as you danced about gathering the tiny flowers, adding to the bouquet until you felt like it was enough. Which took longer than you had hoped. You definitely could have kept adding in more dandelions but your watch beeped once again and you had no choice but to make peace with the level of yellow and book it to the bookstore where you and Douxie were supposed to meet before heading out for the night.

* * *

Hearing the ding of the door chime, Douxie turned around to kindly inform the customer who came in that he wasn’t open, but the words caught in his throat when he was met with your smile. There you were, standing in the shop with a box in one hand and flowers in the other. You looked cute. Really cute. But Douxie chased that thought away. He fumbled with the book he had been re-shelving. It fell out of his hand unceremoniously, landing with a thud.

“Hey,” Doux managed to get out. “What’s all-”

“These are for you!” you shoved the presents into his now empty hands. That courage you had earlier? Gone. Your resolve? Dissolving as we speak. You had to get this over with before you chickened out. He was just so good, okay. And why did you think this was a good idea. Douxie looked down at the gifts in his hands confused, before blushing. If he could have reached a hand behind his head and rubbed the back of his neck he would have.

“I didn’t know we were doing Valentine’s, uh. I feel bad I didn’t get you anything.”

“Oh! Don’t be. I just,, felt like doing something nice for you and uh, special,” Douxie tilted his head. You took the box, freeing up his hand. “These are chocolates I made, like, like you’re supposed to do.” You waltzed over to the counter to place them out of the way. “The bouquet is the real star here, uh, I picked them out very carefully.” You tucked your arms behind your back. “I, uh- I brushed up on flower language, and I hope I got it right.”

Now Douxie may have been a Victorian once upon a time but he had barely any surviving memory of the frilly flower language people socialized through in those days. But thankfully, the blooms in the bouquet in front of him were straight forward enough that he did in fact get the message without taking too much gear turning in that noggin of his. Although, the friendly daisies with the red roses were kind of sending him some mixed signals. He knew what he wanted them to mean, but he could just be misinterpreting. You seemed to notice his hesitation.

“Um, there’s a card too. In the flowers somewhere. That. Probably explains what I’m trying to say a little clearer.” You carded your fingers through your hair. You had anticipated not being able to really speak with your voice, as you barely could now, so you’d written it all out on the card as backup. But damn, that card had everything on it. You maybe got a little carried away. There wasn’t going to be any going back from this.

Douxie dug out the card from amidst the blooms. It was handmade, with a cheesy little drawing on the front complete with a pun. And then he opened it. It was almost solid black with ink. Yeah, you had written that much in there. Both sides. And a little on the back. Wow. Doux tried his best to keep up a poker face while reading it but failed quickly as the first few lines alone left him flushed. It was true, everything was on it. From how much you adored Douxie as a person, to how much you valued his friendship, to how pretty you thought he was, to how you longed for something more, with him? Douxie felt like his hands were getting the card all sweaty.

It was nerve wracking watching him read that card. It seemed like he was finished, since his eyes stopped raking through it, but now he was staring intensely at the words written on the pages, in a trance. He broke focus, looking to the bouquet, back to the card, and then finally settled on you.

“Wow.”

“… is that a good wow?”

Douxie caught you by surprise. He pulled into a hug. “Yeah, a good wow.”

You and Douxie’s first non-platonic hug? Yes please. You didn’t even mind the flowers pressing into your back. Okay so a few rose thorns were poking you but that was fine. Douxie smelled like something you couldn’t name, but it was spicy, and cozy. He let you go sooner than you were ready to, but he grinned at you as he left to rummage through his things in the back for a vase. He turned to you as he proudly displayed them on the store’s counter, right where he could look at them all workday,

“So, where are we going tonight? For our first date?” Doux chuckled, “and, technically, our first Valentine’s day too.”

#valentines💘#douxie x reader #douxie x y/n #hisirdoux casperan x reader #douxie casperan x reader #hisirdoux x reader #douxie imagine #hisirdoux casperan imagine #douxie casperan imagine #tales of arcadia x reader #tales of arcadia imagine #douxie #hisirdoux casperan #my writing

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auroracalisto · 4 years ago

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a change of pace

summary: the reader, along with her daughter, willow, catches xavier’s eye.

pairing: xavier x reader

word count: 1.2k words

warnings: cussing. definite au (like no camp redwood, so just fluff bitches, just fluff)

author’s notes: def an au where the camp doesn’t happen aldkjfasdlfj also I have not watched this enough, but I love Xavier and Cody Fern and this was born out of it. anyway. i just. i don’t even know what this is. but. xavier might def be out of character for the sake of this one shot. just,,, enjoy? maybe?? idk i can’t tell you what to do

“Willow, sweetheart, where the hell are you?”

You looked around, picking up your bag as you did so. You had drove by the gym to drop off your friend, and of course, she had begged you to come in for just a minute. And in that miniscule minute, Willow had run off. The little four-year-old shouldn’t have been that hard to spot, or to lose. And yet, after talking just a second with your friend, Willow was nowhere to be seen.

You felt your neck grow hot as anxiety overtook your senses. You left your friend standing there, walking down the hallway. You checked in multiple rooms, looking behind couches and plants, before you spotted your little girl giggling with a group of people wearing tight skinned workout clothes.

“Willow?” you called out.

Your little girl excitedly looked over at you, smiling big. You rushed over to the blond man that was holding her and he turned to face you. He gave you a cheeky smile.

“How’d you lose such a chatterbox?”

You huffed softly, holding out your arms to your little girl. Willow quickly hugged onto you, letting you take her. “She… well, it’s happened more than I can count. One second she’s here, and the next, she’s missing,” you frowned, looking at your little girl. “You have to stop doing that…”

“Her name is Willow?” the blond smiled. “She kept telling us you told her not to give her name to strangers,” he laughed.

“Well,” you blushed, kissing your daughter’s cheek. “At least she sometimes listens.”

You looked over at the man, letting out a shaky, but relieved, breath. “Thank you. For, well, holding onto her for me. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost her.”

“Kind of late for that,” a girl behind the counter said.

“I—” you blushed, looking over at the blonde. She was gorgeous. You gave a small smile. “Right. Well. Thank you,” you said, looking back at the man. “I have to go. But thank you,” you repeated, Willow cuddling into your arms.

“What, uh,” he cleared his throat. “My name is Xavier. Maybe I’ll see you around sometime?” he smiled. “You and Willow?”

Your eyes widened and you smiled. “Maybe.” You left without saying anything else, scolding your daughter as you went.

“Dude, what the hell?” Ray laughed, leaning against the counter as he looked at Xavier. “Did you even get her name? And a mom, of all people?”

Xavier looked over at his friends, grinning. “I don’t know. Something just… came over me,” he let out a laugh. And then his face fell. “No, no I did not get her name.”

“She came in with Angela,” Chet said, pointing over at the dark-haired woman. “Maybe you could talk to her.”

Montana just stood there, not saying much. She didn’t have anything nice to say, anyway.

Xavier grinned and nodded, noting that he would need to do that later.

—

The second time you saw Xavier was at the same gym. This time, however, you didn’t have little Willow with you. In fact, you were there purely to join Angela for an aerobics class, that would be led by Xavier.

When he saw you, he became all smiles. He excused himself from his friends and went over to you.

“Hey!”

You looked up from your conversation with your friend and you began to smile yourself. “Xavier. Hi.”

“Are you here for the class?” he grinned, tilting his head at you.

You noticed how soft his hair looked. Hell, he was just a beautiful person. Your smile only widened.

“Yeah, I am. Oh, uh, thought I should tell you,” you said with a laugh. “My name is [Your name]. That might come in handy if we see each other again.”

“Yeah,” he grinned. “That might come in handy.”

—

By the third time that you met with Xavier again, he was ready to ask you out on a date. He didn’t know where this sense of urgency came from. He didn’t fucking know if he was ready for kids or something as serious as dating a woman with a child. But he knew that whatever this damn feeling was, he was ready for it.

“[Your name]!”

You quickly turned your head, spotting Xavier. You and Willow were in the middle of the park. Willow was playing on the swing set, and you had been on the bench, reading a book. You didn’t expect to see Xavier, but you were happy, nonetheless.

“[Your name],” he grinned, sitting down beside of you. “Can I—” he looked over at Willow, who had excitedly got down from the swings and ran over to see the blond man. “I wanted to ask you something,” he said.

You rose an eyebrow, expecting him to continue.

“I, uh, know it might be awkward. We hardly know each other. But fuck, I—God, sorry, probably shouldn’t say that. But, uh, I really think I like you. And Willow is fucking awesome, I just—”

He blushed at the look you gave him. “It’s not like she hasn’t heard that before, but you really gotta tone back with the cuss words,” you laughed at the blond.

He began to smile. “I wanna see you again. Not like chance or anything. But for real. Exchange numbers, go on dates, like literally see each other.”

You stared at him for a minute. “Even with me having Willow. You’re okay with that?”

He quickly nodded.

“Are you sure?”

He smiled at you. “Positive.”

You looked over at your daughter, who watched Xavier with such admiration. Xavier moved to pick her up and sit her in his lap so she wouldn’t have to keep standing by his knees.

“Angela said you slept around a lot. You’re not just doing this to get in my pants?”

Xavier bit his lip, but he shook his head. “Shit, that’d be a great benefit, but no. I… I’m not usually so forward. But something about you. There’s seriously just… something about you, and I genuinely want to find out what it is.”

“I date for marriage at this point. Having a kid changes a lot of things, too Xavier. Are you prepared to make changes like that?”

“Are you saying you don’t want to date me?”

You gave him a soft smile. “No. That’s not want I’m saying. I just need to know that if you date me, if you have to make a change, you will. Willow’s four. I’m not about to bring someone into her life unless they’re serious about me. About both of us.”

Xavier gave you a soft smile. “Yeah… I, uh, can do that. I can.”

You rolled your eyes, but your smile never left. “Whatever.” You felt around in your bag and pulled out an old receipt. You grabbed a black pen you always kept in there and wrote down your number. “Here,” you said, handing it to him. “Call me later and we can set something up. I gotta get Willow over to visit with her dad, but, uh, I should be home by six.”

Xavier smiled even more. “Awesome.” He took the slip of paper while you stood and picked up your bag and Willow.

“I’ll talk to you, then, Xavier.”

“Yeah,” he grinned, watching you take your leave.

He was anxious, and so you were, but it was a good anxiety. An anxiety that reminded you that the possibilities were endless and whatever might come could last a lifetime.

#xavier plympton x reader #x reader #reader insert #female reader #xavier x reader #xavier plympton #xavier #ahs #american horror story #american horror story 1984 #1984 #ahs 1984 #ahs xavier #ahs au #au #alternatve universe #one shot #reader

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amckaz2y5 · 4 years ago

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Aint no rest for the wicked

So I started a comic called aint no rest for the wicked and posted it on my deviant art account sonictailsbro in 2018.

The story: scourge was running rampant through the Zones with a chaos emerald and being chased by the zone cops. Zonic tracked him down in sonics world and asked for his, Amy, and Tails help. They captured him and Tails took the emerald to his workshop where he would wait for sonic to come by after walking Amy home. But Scourge had escaped from Zonic and tracked Tails down. It was there that scourge stabbed Tails (insert angst here) and ran fled with the chaos emerald. Sonic found him and took him to the hospital where he and Amy waited to find out what was going on with him. Tails seemed to be doing okay and that was the last page I posted.

Continuation of that story would have been for Tails to have some complications and would be clinging on to life. It was up to Sonic to find scourge and get the emerald he had to help Tails, and to much resentment from Amy, he wanted to do it alone. He found scourge and thoroughly beat his ass, cuz you don’t mess with the fox boi. After beating the living crap out of him sonic delivered him to Zonic (who brought back up this time). Sonic returned to the hospital with the Chaos Emerald and tried to use the emerald on Tails but it wasn’t working. Maybe he had too much anger in his heart at that moment to heal him properly or something idk, but once he let go of that feeling and broke down at the thought of losing Tails he was able to wish hard enough for him to be okay that Tails was heald. And that’s it I think. So uh.. Yeah, that’s it. Not the greatest story ever, lots of flaws but hey I was like 13 or 14, leave her alone XD. Poor Tails he was always beaten up for some reason, you should see my old fan art, so much angst.

I want to thank @fern-the-fox for sticking around from my deviant art days, finding me here and reminding me of the story I forgot about. :)

Sorry for anything spelled wrong I had to do this 4 times since my Tumblr kept reloading randomly.

#sonic #Sonic the Hedgehog #sonic fanart #tails #Tails the Fox #Miles Tails Prower #sonic comic #gaming #tails fanart #no fright the knight today hope thats okay #angst #sonic angst

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katherine-mcnamara · 3 years ago

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hi, dev! I hope you don't mind me asking this question, but as a gifmaker with prosopagnosia (face blindness), what draws you toward certain faces when it comes to giffing and roleplay?

i'm autistic, so i'm just innately curious about disability shaping and framing experiences with stuff in ways those without a disability might not consider/conceptualize initially. i also notice you tend to have a lot of muse for giffing katherine mcnamara - she seems to be a favorite of yours.

i hope you had a good weekend. it's.... sunday as im sending this. :D

Okay I passed the hell out so it's now Monday that I'm answering this and just I had a good weekend anon and I hope you did too!! And that this week is kind to you!

I don't mind questions at all! As an autistic person also I get the curiosity and always wonder about others experiences too with things!

Honestly what draws me to faces I tend to gif a lot of on personal time is I gravitate to people with kind looking faces if that makes sense? I've seen it described as soft features too so it's hard to describe. But I really seem to attach to faces that look kind? I also have a thing for redheads, which has become sort of a meme, love it though. I always feel bad when someone asks me how do i choose my favourites to gif when it's completely based on how I view kindness in their face, idk if there's a better way to describe it but hopefully listing some of my faves to gif and also to play/use might help which are:

Katherine McNamara, Dominic Sherwood, Omari Hardwick, Daniel Ezra, Hande Ercel, Zahn McClarnon, Isaiah Mustafa, Ana Brenda Contreras, Willa Fitzgerald, Amala Paul, Lucy Hale, Theo James, Liam Hemsworth, Marina Ruy Barbosa, Emilia Jones, Connor Jessup, Shraddha Kapoor, Carl Clemons Hopkins, Aimee Carrero, Cody Fern, Kennedy Walsh, Cemre Baysel, Sophie Skelton, Katie LeClerc, Alicia Witt, Karrie Martin, Lewis Tan, Melisa Asli Pamuk, Ayca Aysin Turan, Aslihan Malbora, Harry Shum jr, Laura Marano, Jack Lowden, Jesse James Keitel, Jordan Calloway, Bridget Regan, Jenna Coleman, Scout Taylor Compton, David Ramsay, Shantel VanSanten, Jamie Campbell Bower, Merritt Patterson, Miray Daner, Taylor Cole, Briana Evigan, Laverne Cox, Ella Hunt, Peyton Alex Smith, Candice Patton, Jesus Castro, Shoshannah Stern, Daniel Wu, Iko Uwais, Burcu Özberk, George Robinson, Jessica Parker Kennedy, Ella Purnell, Jessica Stroup, Alexander Ludwig, Melisa Dongel, Macarena Achaga, Ashley Callingbull, Nicole Maines, Jessica Matten, Katherine Langford, Josephine Langford, Chanté Adams, Kiana Madeira, Laysla De Oliveira, Serkan Çayoğlu, Laura Harrier, Nicola Correia-Damude, Luca Hollestelle, Paris Jackson, Sophia Bush, Vanessa Morgan, Chella Man, Xuan Lu, Zion Moreno, Natasha Liu Bordizzo, Coco Jones, Riley Voelkel, Aisha Dee, Bae Suzy, Kayla Compton, Christine Adams, Cress Williams

Katherine has been my favourite actress for years, and she also ended up playing my favourite character ever (Clary) so my attachment to her is extremely high and just keeps growing. Which I could write an essay on how people thought my attachment to her was adorable until it came out I was autistic and suddenly certain people found it creepy and disturbing and made me untrustworthy so there's that (:

You are right though I have infinite muse for her both to use in rp and to gif. I could gif her every second of every day and never get bored.

I hope this answered your question though sorry if I misunderstood!! <3

#rpt #rpc #rph #asks #answered

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comfyswitcherblanketfort · 4 years ago

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Geralts tattoos?????? 👀👀👀👀👀 I love how much thought you put into Jaskiers 😭😍

Oh then you're gonna LOVE how much goes I to Geralt's. I'm not projecting or anything I swear also thank you for the ask I've been itching to do it

alright we're going limb by limb again bc it's easier.

So his left arm has a half sleeve of a wolf's skull across most of his bicep with a sapling growing out of a crack in the forehead. It's framed by some ferns and other little forest bits, but the main deal is the skull and the baby tree. A la this style: ⬇️ This is also the forearm he's saving for a tattoo that he really really wants but he just hasn't come across anything yet.

His right arm is a bunch of monsters in traditional black and white style. Basilisk on his lower inner arm whose tail kinda wraps around his elbow, a gruesome looking kikimore on his bicep, a griffin on his shoulder, and a dragon on his upper inner arm. Can you imagine walking into a bar with Geralt pouring drinks just covered in monster tattoos with a scowl on his face and that nasty ass kikimore staring down the door??? All impulse to start shit is out the window 😂 that boy would be intimidating af but then he smiles and you go "oh? You're not gonna kill me? Okay, can I get a manhattan" and start a drinking game with your friends to drink every time he smiles but turns out he's a softie and y'all get fucked up REAL fast.

He's got the Honeysuckle band on his right knee, but he's got the luxury of having a tattoo artist husband so he's not worried about filling up the leg as fast as he can (like Jask and his arms), he's being meticulous and planning with it. He wants to get a bunch of other plants but he and Triss haven't narrowed down the list far enough and she keeps adding more. - it's a very long project.

For his other leg he's gonna get family tattoos. He has a wolf in typical traditional style on his knee like this ⬇️ for his brothers + Ves and cried like a baby the whole time. Jask held his hand and was so sweet to him, but him and Yen ROAST the boi after it's done.

He's gonna get something for the girls and another for a character I haven't introduced yet 👀. He told Jask to draw up "whatever he wanted" for the back of his thigh and he would have Yen tattoo it bc Yen is ruthless and doesn't give a fuck if Geralt is crying. Jask took this as a personal challenge and took two months to draw it up then on April fool's he presented Geralt with a giant meme. Geralt just stared at it for a second like "babe are you serious?" before Jask called the prank bc Geralt was absolutely gonna get a stick figure singing "dick in a box" bc he just loves Jask that much. The actual tattoo is still in the works because Jask wants it to be perfect and "nothing can be as perfect at you Geralt! This will take time!"

On his torso he has the swallow on his hip and just beneath his collar bone he has a little string of mint leaves and baby's breath and buttercups to match Jaskier's sleeves. The buttercups are the only things colored in like Jask and they look extra delicate next to all those monsters and skulls. They're quite possibly his favorite.

He's got a BITCHIN sword back piece. Like the hilt ends at his hairline and the hand guard spreads out over his shoulder muscles and the blade goes all the way down his spine. Idk anything else about it bc I haven't been able to like go through and flesh it out but it would be ornate and at least a three session deal.

Then of course we have the tattooed wedding band and he loves it, more than anything, but FUCK did it HURT. And it stung for Daaaayyysss after and Geralt was whiney and sad and had to wear a glove at work and Jaskier was like "okay that's it, no more. You're too much of a whimp and I feel too guilty to hurt you like this"

So all in all: I have a lot of feelings about Geralt with tattoos and he's v soft but v methodical and precise with them and he loves his family and found family v much.

#inked up idiots #i want like half the tattoos i give Geralt tbh #why am i like this #geralt with tattoos #tattooed geralt #geralt is a softie #geralts tattoos #tattoo au #the witcher #the witcher au #geralt of rivia #i just absofuckinglutely love him covered in tats okay dont come for me #i know its a lot #but i have FEELINGS #comfy answers #regan answers

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