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highlordofkrypton · 9 months ago

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Wildflowers, a Tamlin x Rhysand prequel fic

Chapter 2 - The Ladies of Prythian

The duties of a birthday boy include riding atop his brother’s shoulders after watching the High Lord of the Day Court crash right outside Gairdín’s gates. Iolin returns him to their mother who gently chastises Tamlin for running off. She’ll never know what’s so great outside these walls, why her littlest one is so desperately obsessed with the forest, even if he hadn’t gone into the forest today. He was spying, an activity that isn’t any better in her opinion.

He’s bathed with bubbles and brushed with a beautiful carved brush. Lady Margret treats it like a ritual, sectioning his hair and combing through it while humming. Her fingers are warm, some lingering ancestry of the Autumn Court coursing through her, and she dries the strands meticulously. Tamlin loves it when she plays with his hair; it feels like comfort rippling through him and he’s finally able to relax. Five, almost six, year olds are restless.

He clings to the clothes given to him by Niki and Lady Stellina, vehemently disagreeing that it’s not too hot to wear the furs. He most definitely did not sweat through them. The bath was for his dirty toes, that’s all! In the end, his mother dresses him in a beautiful green dress tunic that brings out his eyes with tailored shoulders and intricate gold threading that tells the tale of a wild doe in the forests. Tamlin points it out and names her Dolly . His imagination is endless and his happiness even moreso.

And that’s all the fun he has for many, many hours. As the birthday boy, his father has him stand beside his throne of vine and thorn, greeting all the nobles who wish to see him.

“Stop fidgeting,” High Lord Celyddon growls. He barely spares Tamlin a look. It’s the swinging of his arms and kicking the ground in the corner of his eye that irritates him.

Tamlin can’t remember when his father started getting so annoyed with him, but it brings him down a little more with each correction. His father hadn’t wished him a happy birthday and when he’d asked to be carried, the rejection cut deep. A true High Fae does not need to be carried. A proper High Lord, or the son of one, carries himself tall and proud. Apparently, they do not fidget either.

“I’m bored,” he whispers under his breath.

Tamlin tugs at his vest. Tucking his chin in, he looks at his silly gold slippers. If he wriggles his toes hard enough, he can see them through the thin fabric.

“Shameful,” Celyddon snaps.

“If you want to be High Lord one day, you’ll have to sit through all kinds of boring things.” Enfys, Celyddon’s oldest son and Tamlin’s oldest brother, slides up beside them. “And even if you don’t want to be High Lord,” he adds, quickly because he knows his brother by now. “You need to do it to support your family.” He grins at Tamlin and nudges him with his elbow.

Tamlin stares up at Enfys, thinking a little too hard about why his brother is being nice to him today. The thought is fleeting, replaced with the appreciation of being the apple of his brother’s eye. Tamlin reaches to hold his hand, but Enfys yanks it back.

Their father doesn’t notice, but Enfys gives him a look anyway.

No.

That’s the Enfys he knows. Always no. Always telling him to do better — for his father. Enfys puts an order to their existence as if birth equates to importanc e. As the oldest, he is owed most of his father’s time and respect. As the second born, Iolin should make up for Enfys’ shortcomings and prevent Tamlin’s failures. As the youngest, Tamlin must exist in a way that disturbs no one and benefits everyone.

At his young age, he knows this already.

At his young age, he has no idea how to accomplish that.

Tamlin sucks in an angry and stubborn breath, puffing up his cheeks with all the indignance he can manage. He could scream, but that would be mean, and it would scratch at the ears of all the High Lords, not just his boring brother and grumpy father. Rolling on the ground often catches his family’s attention, though not in a good way. His father or brother would grab him in a way that bruises him and drag him off to show him the consequences of his actions, even on his birthday. So, Tamlin behaves. He simply stands there, an annoyed blowfish full of big emotions in a little body.

“I think some fresh air would do him some good. We were all young and impatient, once,” Iolin swoops in, like the angel he is.

The four of them are like a gradient of blondes, from Celyddon to Tamlin, their hair gets lighter and lighter with every generation. He smiles pleasantly and speaks softly, but never too quietly. His voice soothes, just like his hands—a true healer through and through.

High Lord Celyddon opens his mouth to complain, but High Lord Apollo is making a scene demanding his attention.

“One day,” the Day Lord muses far too loudly with his halo of sunlight. “I will dislodge that tree from your arse, and you will party again.” Perhaps he’s had too much faewine. Or, perhaps, he’s old enough to remember a time when Celyddon did know how to have fun.

The three Spring boys regard their father strangely as he storms over to High Lord Apollo. Tamlin is still holding his breath (except he’s breathing very, very subtly through his nose).

“He needs to learn,” Enfys warns in his father’s stead.

“He will, like we all did. Prythian was not built overnight,” Iolin hums.

“Actually, it was.”

“Oh, you were there, were you?”

“No, but,” Enfys growls and his dark blonde-almost-brown brows furrow. “It was created by the Cauldron’s magic.”

“The Continent was, but the segregation of territories and elections of the first Lords was over the course of several days and… how many wars again?” Behind his back, his clasped hands hold up for fingers. Tamlin sees the wriggling digits and releases the air from his cheeks.

“Four!”

“Ah, yes, thank you, Tamlin. Four wars. None of which happened overnight.” Iolin doesn’t always rile his older brother up, he only ever does it to shift the blame from Tamlin towards literally anything else. He leans towards his younger sibling and whispers, “This is why listening and learning are important.”

Tamlin nods eagerly, committing four wars to his mind but completely forgetting the context.

“Oh, fuck off,” Enfys complains.

A gentle gasp cuts through their conversation. Lady Margret gives her eldest a disapproving look. She knows that all her boys have been raised with good manners and excellent propriety. They should be carrying themselves with honour and elegance, especially in the face of the other courts.

“Mother, Iolin started it!”

For all the centuries to their names, neither Enfys nor Iolin are too old to be scolded by their mother.

“I do not care who started it, I am ending it. Enfys, Lady Isobel has been waiting for you to ask her to dance. When have I ever taught you to keep a lady waiting? Go .” She shoos him towards his betrothed. Every day, she prays that some sense will bloom in his stubborn mind. “And you ,” she turns towards Iolin, who has the sense to look sheepish. “There are many suitable maidens here from many courts. Please, make an effort to find someone . I am getting old, and none of my sons wish to marry. What crimes did I commit in my past life? Woe, woe !”

“Yes, yes, I’m going. Look, straight towards the ladies.” The last thing he wants is for his mother to suffer, even if it is false dramatics to get him to court anyone at this point.

Lady Margret grins, too smug. “And you,” she looks at her littlest one.

Tamlin stands up straight because he did nothing wrong. Nope. He was perfectly behaved this whole time.

She holds her hand out to him. “Shall we go for a walk in the gardens?” While she cannot promise him privacy, she knows that it will do him some good. From across the room, she had spotted him making ridiculous faces, unable to voice his frustration.

“Yes!” He hops on the spot and grabs her hand with a giant smile.

“No running or climbing.”

“Okay!”

The garden at night is a sight to behold. Each of the flowers glows like stars themselves, a beacon of the Spring Court’s history. The High Lord’s oak was the first tree planted in the garden by the Spring Court’s founder. There is a small pond with swaying lilies, a gift from Tamlin’s great-great-great-great-grandfather to his wife, a Lady of the Summer Court. The most recognizable part of the garden are the eternal roses, his father’s profession of love to his mother.

“One day,” Tamlin looks up to his mother, a skip in his step. “I’m gonna make flowers, too, for my Lady.”

“Is that so? Do you know what kind?”

“Hm… What kind of flowers do you like, Mother?”

“Roses, of course, but I think I’ll like any flower you grow. You should think long and hard to make the flowers special.”

Tamlin nods, blonde brows knit together as he starts imagining different kinds of floral designs. He can’t stop thinking about roses because they’re right here, filling his lungs with their sweet scent. The notion of marriage and finding someone suitable for it is so far out of his mind, he can only think of his mother as the most important Faerie in his life. So, he puts himself to work on finding what would pair well with her roses.

There’s already a small gathering of people in the gardens. Tamlin has to stand on his toes to see above the flora, and he notices that it’s the Ladies of the Court. He wiggles his fingers at Lady Stellina, who winks back at him. He doesn’t recognize the rest of the High Faeries, but they smile and wave both him and his mother over. Shy, he retreats behind his mother’s skirts, making sure not to trip her over nor release her hand.

For some reason, meeting people here in such an intimate setting is more terrifying than standing before the Court. At least on his father’s dais, he knows that the attention is really on the High Lord, his brothers or his mother. Here, it seems like all eyes are on him.

“Oh, he is adorable,” chimes a Lady with a dark complexion and glowing features. The lady of the Dawn Court, surely. She wears the same golden crown, though much more modest and subtle with her jewels.

Tamlin ducks further behind his mother, unsure of what to say to that.

“Tamlin, this is Lady Larthi of the Dawn Court. I believe you already know Lady Stellina of the Winter Court. Thank you for the clothing. He loves them very much.”

“It is my pleasure, Margret.”

“When did you give him clothes?” asks one of the unfamiliar ladies. Her raven brows furrow in mild envy.

“Earlier today. Some of us do not have time for theatrics.”

“But you do not deny that the Day Court always knows how to make an entrance?”

“I do not, but that does not mean the rest of us are lacking. Time and place, my dear Daphne.”

The only other man, and by man, Tamlin notices that he is truly a human man, kneels before him. Humans bowing before High Faeries is not uncommon, but what is strange is that he is dressed in the uniform of a highly ranked officer. The Day Court’s armour accentuates the golden undertone to his tanned skin, and he seems to have omitted the helm which would have flattened the curls of his hair. His brown eyes are trained on the little Faerie Prince and they sparkle with amusement.

For a mortal, Tamlin thinks he is very pretty.

“Hello, Lord Tamlin,” the man speaks formally. He leans against his knee, comfortable and casual, as if they could be friends. “My name is Hyacinthus. This is Daphne and Coronis.”

“ Lady Coronis,” one of the more regal-looking High Faeries corrects. Lady Coronis sighs, flipping her long black hair over her slender shoulder.

“There’s no need for titles here, it’s just us. Never mind her, Tamlin. You can address all of us by our names and feel comfortable. Promise it’s alright,” Daphne says, looking to Lady Margret for confirmation. The two Ladies are dressed in the white draped-like style of the Day Court. The light wools and linens are adorned with gold hems.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Hyacinthus offers his hand in a warrior’s greeting. Tamlin recognizes it from the way his father’s sentries show camaraderie. He doesn’t take his hand.

“You’re human. Did you steal that?” He points to the gleaming Commander’s emblem on his chest.

The garden ripples with laughter. His mother’s face flushes red with embarrassment. Each of the Courts have a different outlook on humans and their status in society; to Tamlin, he has never heard of any human with any freedom, only seen slaves in their ugly and dull clothing and their eyes averted to the ground. Hyacinthus is looking right at him and laughing at him. He doesn’t understand what he said that was so funny. He wonders if he should hit Hyacinthus in the mouth for mocking him. Is that why his mother’s face is red?

“No, no ,” Lady Margret corrects. “The Day Court allows humans to… do more things.”

The ladies of the Day Court look amused, knowing full well that Lady Margret might not know what the ‘ more things �� are. They supply the missing details, how humans are seen as equals, and Tamlin makes a face because not all things are equal. That doesn’t make sense! How… How can a human be the partner to a High Lord ? How can a human compare to the two Ladies of Day Court? Tamlin makes a face, confused.

“You’re right, but everyone has their strengths and their weaknesses. None of that makes one person better than the other unequivocally,” says Lady Coronis.

Unequivocally is a very big word, so big it makes his head spin on top of all this new information.

“That means without a doubt,” Lady Stellina supplies.

“For, are you trying to show off to a five-year-old? Little words for little people,” Daphne rolls her eyes at Coronis.

“I can do big words!” Tamlin shouts, louder than he means to. “Sorry,” he says to everyone for bothering their ears. “Sorry,” he says, looking at the handsome human for thinking he stole the title of someone so honourable. He’s been told that Hyacinthus deserves his rank therefore, in a child’s mind, it simply becomes true. He trusts the adults around him to be honest. “Un-e-vocal-ly,” he repeats.

“Un-e-qui-vo-ca-lly,” Coronis repeats, slowly, now, so that Tamlin can repeat it as well. Her words are slightly accented, a kind of royal lithe that he recognizes in his mother as well. It’s very different from Daphne who speaks casually and roughly.

Tamlin says the word again and the group encourages him until he gets it right. His cheeks warm at the encouragement. He likes it here in the garden with the ladies of the Courts. They’re nice.

“So, you have a choice. Do you want a musical gift or a muscular gift?” Hyacinthus tilts his head expectantly at the little boy.

Lady Coronis laughs, more mocking than anything, and the others look intrigued.

Tamlin thinks about his choice, then ends up looking at his mother for permission, and she is nothing if not encouraging. With her blessing, he settles on what he’d like.

“Both,” Tamlin nods.

“Tamlin, he told you to choose,” Lady Margret corrects.

“It’s fine. A boy knows what he wants.” Hyacinthus pulls out a small wrapped gift and Tamlin takes it from him eagerly. Just with one hand, though, because he still hasn’t let go of his mother’s hand. He sits on the ground and unwraps it, confused at the instrument before him.

“It’s a lyre to play music. Have you ever used a lyre before?”

Tamlin shakes his head.

“I can show you. Do you trust me?” Hyacinthus holds his hand out. It’s not dirty like his father says human hands are.

Looking to his mother again, Lady Margret encourages him to learn this once. Even from a human. Tamlin nods, and he squeaks as he’s suddenly picked up rather effortlessly with one hand. He didn’t know humans could be this strong either. He swings his feet, grinning happily, before being set down in the middle of Hyacinth’s lap to learn how to play the lyre.

“Is Ophelia joining us?” Daphne asks.

“Ophelia hasn’t joined us since she was sold off to Beron. I doubt anything would change today unless something happened.” Stellina stretches before leaning against an ornate garden pillar. Under the moonlight, she looks like one of the statues protecting the mansion.

“Then, it’s just us. We may as well start before our husbands start missing us.”

“Actually, we do have one more person joining us,” Lady Margret says softly with a sly smile. She is never one to rustle anyone’s feathers, nor does she have the temperament to hoard surprises. It’s why it catches her friends off guard, leaving them to wonder what she could possibly have to share. “Any minute now.”

A hush falls upon the garden, a sound swallowed up by shadows and darkness. The stars and the moon dull, hiding behind clouds that were never there before. The Green shifts, blocking the group from view as the darkness grows and grows, then gives way to two people. The moonlight returns.

“You will not reveal yourself. You will not remove your glamour. You will not speak to anyone for more than a minute. Your name is—”

The female High Fae tips her head up towards the tall, dark-haired Lord. His lip curls beneath his moustache and beard. Whatever he’s saying, she has no interest in it.

“I am not a child. You cannot hide me away from the world. It’s been centuries, I am allowed to see what lies outside our borders.”

“I can and I will. You are only here by some lapse of judgment on my part. I should send you home.”

She reaches for him, squeezing his arm. “You can go home if you want to. You didn’t even want to come. You complained the whole way here. Go, show your face, and I’ll come get you. I won’t even go inside.” She sticks a finger in her mouth, wetting it and holding it out to him. “Here. Promise. I’ll only come in to get you.”

High Lord Sieffre of the Night Court looks horrified.

“You have to give me your ear. It’s an old Illyrian way of sealing a promise.”

The High Lord makes a sound of disgust before turning on his heel and storming into the manor like an angry wraith.

Once the coast is clear, the Green parts for Lady Margret to gesture at the newest arrival. “Here she is! Hello, hi!”

The glamoured new arrival approaches them, shyly with a book tucked against her chest. She offers a timid smile, nodding at the nobles before her.

“Hi, I’m… Lilith.”

Nearly every brow raises, save for Margret who already knew of her arrival and Tamlin who’s far too busy with his new toy.

“Lady of the Night Court Lilith?” Stellina enunciates slowly.

“You’re an lllyrian,” Daphne says with awe.

Among the High Faeries and humans, there are subspecies who live on the Continent and in Prythian. Some of them are considered lesser faeries while others, like Illyrians, are something else entirely. They are unlike the creatures of mythical proportions in the Winter and Day Court, and they certainly do not come close to the other ancient things that live in the Night Court, yet they are the second largest populace in their territory. Their war tribes come together to create the largest army of all the Courts. Some would consider them barbaric, but Lilith has proven herself to be quite lovely. At least, in writing.

“I invited her. She may not have our history, but she is a Lady of Prythian. I thought she might like the… support.” For lack of a better term.

“If you’d rather not, I can go. My husband is waiting for an excuse to leave,” Lilith-in-glamour motions towards the rest of the party.

“Do you have wings?” Daphne asks once the surprise wears off.

“Are you really a seamstress?” Coronis chimes in.

“What kind of lover is Sieffre?”

Everyone stops to stare at Stellina, who grins and shrugs. What? They all want to know. The Lord is cagey, isolated and attractive in a mysterious kind of way. Aside from his vicious reputation, they know nothing of him and the idea of Sieffre being in love? Oh, that is a work of fiction.

“Terrible, every single one of you! You should be ashamed of yourself.” Lady Margret chirps.

Lilith doesn’t mind, laughing openly. “It’s fine, it’s fine. Yes, I have wings. No, I won’t show you,” she says, getting straight to the point, and she’s not sorry about it. “I am, and I would love to make your dresses if you’re brave enough.” Her eyes land on Stellina. The two of them are kindred spirits. Neither of them has anything to fear, and shame is a stranger in their lives. “Depends on his mood, but it is always good.” Even when it isn’t. Even when anger drives both of them.

“Good Lord,” Stellina encourages.

Lady Larthi, who’d been quiet all this time, shakes her head at her old friend. “Welcome, Lilith. When you’re among us, you’re one of us.” She steps forward, offering her warm hands to give Lilith the most reassuring squeeze. “Now that everyone is here, shall we begin?”

Tamlin looks up from his strumming, mostly uninterested with the ladies of Prythian now that he has a new endeavour. He keeps playing, only faintly listening to the conversation before him. He catches soft sounds of surprise and notices the arrival of an unfamiliar High Fae. Another friend of his mother’s, then. Just like that, he accepts the addition without question.

“These are the most influential people in Prythian. It might not look like it, but they are,” Hyacinthus says off-handedly while adjusting the positioning of Tamlin’s hands.

“But they’re not High Lords.”

“Exactly why they’re more powerful.”

A soft giggle escapes Tamlin. That doesn’t make sense. High Lords have all the power. Everyone’s afraid of them, even Mother. Not always, but when Father is especially angry, she knows to keep her head down and her mouth shut.

“I’m serious. Look at them. They have little to lose and everything to gain. They are not chained by a High Lord’s pride, only his attention.”

The ladies are talking about books, one that they’ve all read together and planning for the next one. Tamlin hears something about the Peregrine of the East , which he’s unfamiliar with, and some other names. His ears twitch from all the eavesdropping and he strums his lyre again. He doesn’t understand what he’s being told, but accepts it for what it is.

“They talk and they work together. They have the ears of their High Lords. That’s the answer to everything. Cooperation and communication. If you’re ever High Lord—”

“I don’t wanna,” Tamlin stares at Hyacinthus with a hard look. “Never ever. That’s for my brother.” And he keeps emphasizing that he has no interest in ever becoming the High Lord. Even if it wasn’t a matter of survival, Tamlin wouldn’t want the responsibility. Court is boring .

“I see.” Hyacinthus pats Tamlin’s head reassuringly. “Even if you are not High Lord, you should learn from them.” He nods at the ladies—the way Lady Margret shies away from Lady Stellina’s wild gesturing as she tries to explain the merits of reading the Peregrine of the East . Lady Larthi is holding back a smile, all while trying to find a compromise. Lady Coronis remains steadfast that she wants to read something romantic, enough with the warfare, and Lady Daphne is making faces behind her back. None of them have resorted to war or battle, accepting their difference of opinion with grace and empathy.

The new arrival, the one Tamlin’s unfamiliar with, suggests they read the worn tome she brought with her. He struggles to remember its title—something about Il-lyrians . There’s an understanding between them, a compassion for their new friend and her courage to propose a book that’s close to her heart. He’s not sure what he’s supposed to learn, he would read her book too, if she asked him to.

Tamlin nods at Hyacinthus. “I will ask Mother to read me the book.” He huffs, determined.

Hyacinthus smiles at Tamlin. “You’re a good boy, Tamlin. Never lose that curiosity.”

One by one, once the book has been chosen and Court matters have been discussed, the Ladies return to the party. Never together, always staggered as if they’d been caught in an unplanned conversation and nothing more. Lady Margret is one of the first to bid her farewell, but not before Tamlin gives an impromptu lyre performance. By the muted applause and encouragement, it was a very good show.

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Tamlin’s world, though very big for a little Faerie like him, is very focused. His experience centres around the good, like new fur coats and spontaneous lyre performances. His friends are his brothers, even Enfys and his hard head, his parents and the nicer Lords and Ladies. The dullest parts of his birthday are forgotten, so quickly that he thinks it’s unfair that he gets to have the best birthday ever in the whole world.

His mother tucks him in, a light sheet folded right under his chin.

“Did you have fun, my sprout?”

He nods, a big smile on his face.

“I want it to be my birthday every day.” It is a very important request from a very ambitious little boy.

Lady Margret laughs and strokes his hair. “I will see what I can do.” While her husband would never acquiesce to something so futile, she can do her best to make his days all that more special.

“Mm, can I see my new friends again?”

She regards her littlest one sadly. A night as innocent as tonight will never happen again. “High Lords and their Ladies are very busy. We will see what the future holds.”

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thosewildcharms · 2 years ago

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i was tagged by @theyarebothgunshot to talk about 8 shows to get to know me. thank you for tagging me! putting this under the cut because i ramble.

In no particular order:

1: the oc/gossip girl: yeah okay i’m cheating right off the bat by conflating these two but i don’t care it makes sense! besides being from the same creator/production team, i think in many ways they are natural inverses of each other (west coast/east coast, new money/old money, evolving beyond what people expect of you vs buying into your own propaganda etc). listen i am a sucker for teen dramas, always have been and always will be, and i think these two changed the game in a BIG way. neither are thee mothership of the genre (i think that goes to beverly hills 90210???) but they are both so compelling in different ways and i very often find myself thinking about them (also in very different ways) years after watching them, and subconsciously compare characters on other shows to the main cast of each and they always fall short (you will never be blair waldorf you will never be seth cohen etc). plus the soundtracks! incredible. i can talk about the oc in particular for days and how it has what every other teen show secretly needs (sandy cohen) but this is already too long and i need to shut up.

2. miranda (bbc): listen. LISTEN. i re-watch this show every year without fail. it is the ultimate cozy feel good show that also somehow punches me in the face with how much of an Experience it is. i can’t describe to you what it was like watching this silly little comedy for the first time, getting sucker punched so thoroughly (in the best way) over and over and then to finally have the most satisfying conclusion i could have imagined. references from this show take up a not-insignificant amount of my vocabulary and i quote it daily. it’s so good. i love it so much.

3. friday night lights: anyone who has watched this show knows why. it’s so hard to explain, it’s just good. as someone who has never given even the slightest shit about any sports game of any kind, i think the highest compliment i could give this show is that it made me cry about football more than once. the only people i know who don’t love this show simply have not seen it (actually, people don’t talk about this show enough anymore?? that’s so sad). when i think of my favorite shows, i always have to include fnl because it’s just so sincerely excellent. i own two fnl t-shirts and i will gush about it unprompted if you give me even the tiniest window to do so. texas forever, clear eyes full hearts etc. micheal b jordan you will always be vince howard to ME.

4. gilmore girls: this one actually surprises even me because i never talk about it on tumblr dot com lol but i literally have it on as background noise as i type and it’s almost always my default when i just want to put something on that’s comforting. it’s weird because i can’t really say i LIKE the show as a whole but it’s so cozy (at least the first five seasons) and i do have a LOT of opinions about it, but in a kind of low-stakes way where it’s fun to think about instead rage-inducing. it’s strangely enough, something i can talk about for hours (and often do) without even realizing it.

5. smallville: oh my god the way i was obsessed with this show in middle school lmaoo the way it’s not technically GOOD but also it kind of is? full disclosure i’ve only seen the last few seasons like, once but i used to have the first five or six seasons practically MEMORIZED. it’s a good time, and while i don’t know much about the superman comics (or any comics) it’s my....favorite? iteration of superman that i’ve seen? idk, i thought tom welling and kristin kreuk were the two most beautiful people i’ve ever seen in my life and i loved watching them make out. also michael rosembaum was an incredible lex luthor and i stand by that. i also find myself talking about this show a lot in real life.

6. lost: one thing about me is that i WILL go off about how the lost finale was good actually and NO they were not dead the entire time you idiot - at any given opportunity. it IS one of the five petty, inconsequential hills i will die on. it’s a good show with a good and fitting ending FIGHT ME ABOUT IT. also sawyer/juliet supremacy their reunion scene in the finale is the scene i compare all other romantic scenes to. nothing compares. scene of all time.

7. hey arnold: i know it’s a cartoon shut up! but consider this: it’s beautiful and good. i legitimately watch it all the time because it’s so funny and melancholy and sad and smart and the soundtrack slaps. also finally getting the jungle movie (which was a conclusion to a HUGE cliffhanger from my childhood) was proof that sometimes you can get closure, actually! this happened before reboots became unnecessary and exhausting leave me alone

8. supernatural: i watched this show after thee november fifth and it accidentally became my whole personality. i don’t even know.

honorable mentions: selfie abc (if you haven’t heard me whine about how it’s the one show in the world i actually want a reboot for you simply haven’t known me long enough); my mad fat diary (i will be thinking about finn writing ‘i love you’ on rae’s back for the rest of my life), ugly betty (i just love it a lot)

tagging: @bisansastarks @buttobstacle @mmaddens @richonnies @dwcas, @coachlasso @wordybee @ilarual @hauntedpearl @burgundyshoes @someoldlady @that-gender-bender @bananaleaves @korralone and anyone else who sees this and would like to do it!

#this was so fun thank you bestie!!!#tagging people who i think would enjoy this or that i would genuinely like to get to know/see what you say but again no pressure <33 #tumblr dot com #meme

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blondiexbiites · 6 months ago

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Madison Waverly 6-7 Years Headcanons/Study

-) At six years old, her retaliatory insults towards her siblings were usually harmless things like "poop head" and "barf breath". However, the older they got, the more...colorful the insults became.

-) Was a frequent target of her older brother's pranks and insults, though she would give as good as she received. However, like all bratty baby sisters, Madison had her limits. Mark once called her a "marshmallow head," which sent her to her room crying and throwing a fit until Mark eventually relented and "apologized" to avoid punishment.

-) She carried around a pink-stuffed rabbit she fondly dubbed "Sir Bunny Buns."

-) No one in town would babysit Madison because of her bratty behavior except for her elderly neighbor, Genevieve, and the only thing that kept old lady Genevieve coming back was the money she extorted from Madison's parents.

-) Maddie could not tell a credible lie to save her life, although part of this had to do with the fact Maddie had a vivid imagination where her dollies could talk and her stuffed rabbit could fly, thus causing her to tell tall tales or make excuses like, "Sir Bunny Buns made me do it." So, telling her dad that it was her stuffed rabbit who knocked over his golf trophies sounded perfectly credible to her.

-) She hated it when her siblings touched her diary, namely Mark, who not only constantly swiped it out of her room but also deliberately drew on specific passages with a highlighter and smugly corrected her childish grammar by adding snarky comments with a pen.

-) Was bratty, spiteful, and willfully ignorant of anything that didn't concern her or her interests. Even as an adult, Madison has not grown out of her selfish behavior and pettiness.

-) Very intelligent for a six-year-old. She had a bigger vocabulary than most adults and would have deep philosophical discussions with her dolls before eventually growing bored and smashing them together. Madison was remarkably intelligent for a girl her age but simply didn't care about anything outside of her very narrow range of interests.

-) Took ballet lessons and was so obsessed with dancing that her Uncle Reginald personally paid for her lessons until she turned sixteen.

-) Largely due to being a sheltered, upper-class six-year-old, Madison would always massively overreact to minor misfortunes or just whine about total non-problems for the sake of complaining because she didn't have many genuine issues to worry about.

-) Every time her mother would force her to take a bath, Madison would put up a massive fight like she was being murdered, screaming her head off, running all over the house, fighting like a cornered animal, and crawling into gross spaces just to avoid taking a bath.

-) She was obsessed with horror movies and would often sympathize with the monsters, even going so far as to declare that when she was all grown up, she would become Dracula's bride and live in a big castle with him. Silly little dreams for silly little girls...or was it?

#⊹ — headcanons

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my-gf-is-kazuichi-soda · 2 years ago

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Rambling thoughts on princesses:

Imagine if Kazuichi had gotten to obsess, gush, fantasize over princesses as a very little kid without having to hide it and squish it into the context of a poorly drawn cishet male fantasy. Yes, it could have just been a silly phase she went through as a six year old, but I'd actually like to explore it in my writing as an autistic fantasy, not a knowledgable special interest for her like mechanics is but like a comfort obsession that makes her happy to gush about. It's not even real princesses she cares about, it's the fantasy, it's the fairy tale/cartoon princesses. She's had to repress that for soooo long. Imagine if she got to express it in a healthy manner, even if it was still very weird and silly

Imagine if she had been allowed to gush about princesses without any cishet compulsive context, without the need to even bring Sonia into that. Of course she'd be curious about Sonia, and might make some social blunders/wrong assumptions, but admitting that Sonia's not *her* kind of princess and doesnt reciprocate any crush on her wouldnt be the end of Kaz having an outlet to gush about princesses. I dont even think it was a crush, I think it was a physical attraction amplified by teenage hormones. And again, having to fit everything into a cishet outlet. I think she would have gotten weird around Sonia to some extent, but it wouldnt have to turn into a desperate need to keep your only outlet without revealing that your princess obsession is less about finding a girlfriend and more about finding yourself.

Also imagine if she could gush about girls outside of a cishet toxic male context. Being cishet male wouldnt be a problem, it's the forced toxicity of sexism. Thinking you need to imitate an "alpha male" to get a girlfriend. Thinking that being rejected for who you are (aka failure to imitate the alpha male) is part of the journey to being loved. Thinking that rejection means you didnt try hard enough to change yourself enough, not that you should find someone else. Kaz's idea of relationships is so sad.

Also, imagine if the ultimate mechanic just sometimes wore a poofy silly princess costume dress and maybe even wore it on the first day to the island (I know that would take so much confidence but just. The idea of everyone on the first day wondering if Kaz was this "ultimate princess" they heard about before she gets out a wrench and talks about fixing a car XD). I dont think Sonia would find it insulting if it was clearly just Kaz being Kaz and had nothing to do with her. Man, the two completely different princesses existing on the island with no forced enemies/competition between them. That would be nice.

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whoiwanttoday · 2 years ago

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So apparently wrestlers liking horror movies is just a thing for me I guess. Let me explain how we got here and mention that I literally posted Alexa Bliss once cause she was on a horror channel talking about horror movies. Now, a couple years later, here is The Bunny, Allie, whatever you want to call her, on that same channel talking about horror movies. Not just any horror movies but the Puppet Master Series, which just huge nerd props for her. The real way we got here is multi paths converging together. Back when the pandemic started I tried watching some wrestling because I had time at home and some people were like, "You should do this". So I tried. I even found some of it engaging but it didn't stick, after a month I canceled my subscription and moved on. But in that time I didn't just watch WWE, I also tried AEW because some people said I might like that more. I might have if I was a big wrestling head but instead I found the story lines sort of impenetrable to come into and there wasn't enough Chris Jericho and when there was he sort of was old and that made me sad because that happens to us all but I didn't need the reminder. Anyway, among the people who stood out was The Bunny, who I assumed was named Allie the Bunny at the time for some reason and that's what stuck in my head. I don't know why, is it because my brain was like, "The Bunny? That's a silly name. Now Allie the Bunny... that's distinguished". Anyway, she stood out and sometimes she is on my dash and I am like, "Oh, she's pretty". Also, apparently I have a thing for sexy bunnies. Finally, Full Moon was like the premier B grade horror schlock producers of my childhood. They have become a studio that just makes bad movies but for this period they were absolute magic. Making direct to VHS movies that were low budget but high on creativity and ambition and they were sort of just magic to kids my age. Guys, they were awesome and the most awesome of them was the Puppet Master series. It had everything, a magical toy maker, nazis, puppets that came to life and murdered people. Because it was all practical effects the puppets had some real personality and there are a lot of horror fans who have this connection to them because they just... inhabit your imagination if you are of a certain age. They also sorta become the heroes of the series quickly, killing off characters you want to see die and you are cheering for them. Seriously, if you are curious look up Blade, Pinhead, Tunneler, and Six Shooter who were my favorites as a kid. Anyway, all three of these things have combined to get us here where I was genuinely excited to hear this wrestler talk not just about liking puppet master but being sort of obsessed with it as a kid. And a deep knowledge of all that old Full Moon stuff and just... I knew I was posting her. It's like my grandma always said, "If an attractive woman starts talking about how Toulon's Revenge is better than Puppet Master one and two you're going to have to post her". Truth. Today I want to fuck The Bunny.

#Allie #The Bunny #Laura Dennis #blonde #Athlete #whoiwanttofucktoday

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gildedmuse · 3 years ago

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Hey, everyone.

So recently I've (predictably) very not well. Actually, whenever I don't post for long periods, just assume my body is trying to kill me. But I've gotten messages from three people asking if I. Okay, which is super sweet. I am actually trying to work on the next All Hearts, a really long ZoLaw post and two request fics, but mixing chronic kidney pain and capitalist society's mandate to work 40+ hours is not recommended.

But to prove I'm okay and still me, here is some Shanks antics with him being a total slut while Mihawk and Beckman just roll their eyes and go along with it. [Shout out to @jhaernyl who not only listens to me ramble about this stuff, but actively encourages it]. I also have many thoughts on the latest episodes and so many screenshots it's embarrassing. Hopefully, when I'm in less pain, I'll get around to actually posting those. Otherwise I just look like an insane person who literally takes by the second frame shots every time Zoro is on screen.

.... What is that? I look like that anyway? Fair.

Shanks Is A Bad Influence

It feels like Buggy and Shanks split up after Roger's death (the crew was told to, and they are the only ones who went to his execution) and I find it impossible to think Shanks didn't immediately set out and find a crew; like, pirating is the only thing this kid knows in life. This means two things:

He set out from East Blue. Also, he seemed at ease and familiar with the East so it's possible he spent like a year there getting everything together. Maybe he even played around in the other blues for a while before heading back to the Grand Line. I say this because his crew is from all over so either he found and recruited them in the Grand Line or visited various blues. Either way, I'm gonna say it took him about two years before getting a 'proper' start. In that case, he would have started out properly at the age of 17 and we know One Piece likes it's parallels.

That still puts Shanks at 17 to Benn Beckmen's 28. How the fuck did Shanks manage that? I'd call it grave robbing, but let's face it, the little tyke probably got up to some actual robbing of graves as well.

My point being everytime Shanks teases Mihawk about keeping this 19 year old kid on his personal island, mostly shirtless, Benn Beckmen just lifts an eyebrow.

Excuse me, captain, who had prefected the 'opps still don't have my sea legs' trip-and-fall into their first mates lap by the age of 17?

Shanks: Beckmen, you caught me! *Shamelessly nuzzles up* Thank goodness! I could be a devil's fruit user after all and - Ahh!

Benn: *Drops Shanks straight over the side of the ship into the water*

Shanks: *Sputtering* What what that!?

Benn: Checking to see if you had eaten a devil's fruit on us, Capatin.

Benn: You didn't.

Smart ass. But he can't resist Shanks forever. Shanks will wear him down eventually.

Next time Mihawk tracks him down for another match - because you know he gets bored way quicker than he'll ever admit and Shanks is at least amusing a challenge - Shanks makes a big deal out of how Mihawk follows him around, "accidentally" revealing they slept together, sighing about how it's so hard to resist him.

Benn Beckmen is just leaning against the side of the ship, sipping his booze.

Shanks: -and I can't stay for hours like last time!!

Mihawk: Are you quite done?

Shanks: *whispering* Does Benn look jealous?

Mihawk: He looks bored. Much like I am. Is this some strange attempt to get out of my challenge, Akagami?

Shanks: What? No, come on I told you I was game. But, hey, could you do me a favor? Maybe like try and kiss me or something? Like take a swing like your going to hit me but then stop shot and grab me by the waist instead.

Mihawk: .... Trickery is beneath you. Besides, you're absolute rubbish at it.

Shanks: Oh, come on, I would totally help you get laid if you asked!

Mihawk: .... *Sigh* I want a proper match afterwards.

Mihawk: *In a forced, monotone voice* After this I will take you to my lair and have my way with you, Akagami.

Mihawk: ... My lair? Really?

Shanks: *Holding up cue card with quickly scribbled line* What? That is how you talk.

Mihawk: I can't believe I wasted precious hours of light tracking you to this atrociously rural port.

Shanks: See? Now, read the next one.

Benn: Captain? If this is going to take all night, I am going to go join the rest of the men in the tavern.

Shanks: Huh? Wait! Benn! What if Miha really stabs me this time!?

Benn: *Salutes Shanks with his bottle* Sounds like that is his plan captain. Have a good 'challenge'.

Shanks: What? No... *Reaching out hand, like he might die if Benn leaves, looking completely devastated* Not even a little jealous...

Mihawk: You couldn't have thought that pantomime would actually work.

Shanks: Benny, don't leave me.... *Turns to Mihawk, immediately brightening* Oh, well, there's always tomorrow. Hey, Miha, guess whose free all night and horny as a pirate in the calm belt?

Mihawk: .... *Sigh* Very well.

Mihawk might as well get something for the trip he made. Although, he's reconsidering if the sex was actually worth the trouble after he ends up listening to Shanks worry half the night that Benn is shacking up with someone else (after a couple hours of rough and raw fucking, admittedly).

Is it the hat? He likes his captain's hat. Miha, you think his captain's hat is sexy, don't you?

Mihawk: It's utterly ridiculous.

Shanks: ....

Shanks: *Smile* Ahh, Miha, I knew you liked the hat!

Shanks: What do you old Northerns find sexy?

Mihawk: I am only four years older than you.

Mihawk: And silence.

Trying to convince Mihawk to go spy on Beckman for him. Shanks doesn't actually care if he does sleep with someone else, it's more that Beckman didn't immediately turn angry and jealous like Buggy would have that has him paranoid.

Mihawk is going to fuck this annoying red head again just to shut him up.

Mihawk: Maybe he doesn't like red haired boys who don't know when to be quiet?

The next morning Shanks is pacing among his poor crew that's gotten stuck listening to Shanks obsess about Beckman again. IS IT REALLY THE HAIR!?

It's not even a matter of Shanks's age (or obvious immaturity). I mean, Beckman got on board and stayed, didn't he? Beckman just enjoys watching Shanks try so hard to get his attention. Like Benn's attention isn't constantly on Shanks. He had to when his captain is always one step away from disaster.

He only left him with Mihawk because it was clear Dracule is not a real danger to Beckman's captain.

Except maybe insulting him to death. But Beckman is pretty sure Shanks can handle it. He's met Buggy. He's suspects Shanks LIKES it if anything.

It gets to the point where when they dock somewhere and see Mihawk waiting, or come back to the ship and spot his familiar silhouette, most of the crew goes off somewhere for another drink (sometimes the newer kids will stay to watch such an awesome fight, everyone else is like... Look, you'll have plenty of opportunities later. This is not a one off.)

Benn just takes a look around, nods to Mihawk (a silent signal for, "he's all yours, do with him as you please, if anything happens to him I will track you down and make sure your last few hours on this blue world are as painful as humanly possible") and heads off.

Oh, it's just the Hawk boy.

That's fine then.

Benn use to be a sailor on a trade ship between the North, East, West and Grand Line. He's seen it all.

They called him The Gun Slinger BEFORE he joined Shanks's crew and became a pirate.

So this young, broke ass kid from the streets of some near artic northern island trying to pass himself off as a Lower North rich type has a thing for his captain? Not really enough to keep Beckman up at night, no matter how good at swords he's supposed to be

Besides, he's pretty sure for the kid to keep tracking down Shanks, he must be bored out of his skull. He's not going to do anything to endanger their captain.

Not if Shanks is the only thing he can find to keep him entertained.

One day, Mihawk is going to be waiting on the dock when a bunch of Red Haired pirates are stumbling home, laughing and chattering amongst themselves (Shanks's crew always seems to be in a good mood). One of them will catch sight if Mihawk and walk by with a smile, patting him on the shoulder.

The captain's occupied. Seems likely he'll be 'occupied' for a good while, too.

Mihawk won't smile, but he will think "So you finally warmed him up to you, Akagami?" and snort lightly.

Poor Benn, though. Mihawk could never imagine being with someone so much younger than him. Shanks is only four years his junior and already it strains Mihawk to put up with his occasional moments of "youthful whimsy" (aka being an annoying, immature child)

"A young, cocky pirate with strangely colored bright hair"

Mihawk just putting that on his Not To Do List.

That lasted until Roronoa.

(Mihawk just looking at Zoro knowing this is bad news.)

Mihawk: *Takes list from Benn*

*Cross out, scribbles*

*Hands back to Benn*

Do Not Do:

- A young, cocky pirate with strangely colored bright hair a silly hat, who is overly dramatic and in any way, shape or form related to Gol D Rogers.

Ace: Hey what's up?

Mihawk: *Takes list from Benn*

Go ahead, Benn, laugh it up. Mihawk is aware he has a type. Young, pretty, and utterly insane.

After that night where Shanks was otherwise 'occupied', it's over six months before Mihawk sees his friend his rival again. He is, as expected, far too smug and proud looking.

Shanks: Oh, Miha, so sorry you came all this way, I'm-

Benn: Well, I'm off, captain.

Shanks: What!? But we, you, I... Benn, hessoeexyarentyouworriedforyourcaptain?

Benn: *patting Mihawk on the shoulder* Have fun with him. Don't forget to return him by noon tomorrow, we have a schedule. Oh, but if you can babysit him for at least four hours? That would be great.

Shanks: BABYSIT!?

Mihawk: I suppose I can be troubled to do so.

Shanks: TROUBLED!?

Benn: Thanks, Hawkeyes. I owe you.

Shanks: *Fake tears clinging to his lashes* You two are so mean!

No, don't feel bad for him. Shanks is just trying to guilt the two of them into bed at the same time, and they both know it.

Thanks no thanks, they're not into that. But Shanks can be pretty cute when he's trying so hard (Benn) and at least he's not as boring as everything else in this world (Mihawk) so they allow him to keep up the act

Shanks: *looking at Zoro's wanted poster over Mihawk's shoulder* But I feel like you'd gladly go to bed with him and his captain if he asked. That doesn't seem fair to me. You'd never go that far with me and Benn.

Mihawk: *Eyes Benn*

Mihawk: *DEAD. ONLY.*

Mihawk: I have my reasons.

They can and do agree on plenty of things, including reciprocally not being that attracted to each other.

Shanks: Sounds fake to me

Shanks: But guys!

Shanks: This isn't about you

He's gonna need you guys to drop the egos and focus on what HE wants. I.E., being in the middle of two sexy Northern men.

Honestly, so mean to poor Shanks!

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iwanthermidnightz · 4 years ago

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When she was 18, Taylor Swift wrote a song called “Fifteen.” “Back then I swore I was going to marry him someday, but I realized some bigger dreams of mine,” she sang, sounding more like a wizened great-grandmother than a rising senior.

“Fifteen” is evocative, if a little sanitized: Nimble mandolin strums mimic the nervous-excited butterflies of the first day of high school, as Swift sings of wide-eyed hope that “one of those senior boys will wink at you and say, ‘You know I haven’t seen you around before.’”

There was a certain emotional truth to the lyrics — do several years’ age difference ever seem more consequential than when you’re a teenager? — but some older listeners were skeptical. “You applaud her skill,” wrote a critic for the Guardian in a mixed review of Swift’s second album, “Fearless,” “while feeling slightly unsettled by the thought of a teenager pontificating away like Yoda.”

Swift, now 31, sings, “When you are young they assume you know nothing,” on “Folklore,” an LP that is both compositionally mature and braided throughout with references to the specific, oft-denigrated wisdom of teenagers. By the end of that song, “Cardigan,” the narrator has excavated such a heap of florid but emotionally lucid memories that she must conclude, with the force of a sudden revelation, “I knew everything when I was young.”

Though it’s not as flashy a topic as exes, fame or A-list celebrity feuds, age has long been a recurring theme in Swift’s work. A numerology enthusiast with a particular attachment to 13, Swift has also released a handful of songs whose titles refer to specific ages: “Seven,” “Fifteen,” and, of course, “22,” the chatty “Red” hit on which she summed up that particular junction of emerging adulthood as feeling “happy, free, confused and lonely at the same time.” Like her contemporary Adele, Swift seems to enjoy time-stamping her music, sometimes presenting it like a public-facing scrapbook that will always remind her what it felt like to be a certain age — even if, with their millions of fans and armfuls of Grammys, neither of these women is exactly typical.

Swift’s critics have often seemed even more hyper attuned to her age. Perhaps because precocity played such a role in her story from the beginning — at 14, she became the youngest artist to sign a publishing deal with Sony/ATV; at 20, she became the youngest to win the album of the year Grammy — many listeners have been fascinated with how her evolution into adulthood has, or hasn’t, played out in her songs. People comb Swift’s lyrics for allusions to sex, alcohol and profanity as meticulously as MPAA representatives do a borderline-PG movie. Particular attention was paid to her 2017 album “Reputation” and its several mentions of drunkenness and dive bars — even though Swift was 27 when it came out.

The relative puritanism of Swift’s music up until “Reputation” did feel like an intentional decision: Unlike the female pop stars who broadcast their “loss of innocence” as a sudden and irrevocable transformation, Swift seemed acutely conscious that she did not want to repel younger listeners — or lose the approval of their parents. At best, it felt like an acceptance of her status as a role model; at worst, it had the whiff of a marketing strategy.

But the mounting obsession with whether Swift was “acting her age” also reflected a larger societal double standard. Famous or not, women face much more intense scrutiny around age, whether it’s those constant cultural reminders of the biological clock’s supposed ticking or the imperative that women of all ages stay “fresh-faced” or risk their own obsolescence. (“People say I’m controversial,” Madonna said in 2016. “But I think the most controversial thing I have ever done is to stick around.”) And while girlish youth and ingenuity are rewarded in some contexts, they’re also easily dismissed as silly and frivolous as soon as that girl strays too close to the sun — as Swift has experienced time and again.

Despite having once been a teenage girl myself (unlike a lot of music critics), I confess that I am not completely free of these internalized biases. I was initially dismissive of “Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince,” a song that appeared on Swift’s 2019 album “Lover.” The first few times I heard it, I wondered what a grown woman on the cusp of 30 was doing still writing about homecoming queens and teenage gossip.

But over time, I’ve come to appreciate the song and its dark vision, which acknowledges cruelty, depression and the threat of sexual violence (“Boys will be boys then, where are the wise men?”) more directly than any of the songs Swift wrote when she was an actual teenager. The senior boys in this song are not the sort who wink and say to freshman girls wholesome things like, “Haven’t seen you around before” — which, unfortunately, makes them feel more authentic. Even the title “Miss Americana” alludes to a larger world outside the high school walls, and the greater systemic forces that keep such patterns repeating well into adulthood.

“Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince” now feels like a precursor to some of the richest songs on “Folklore,” which finds Swift returning once again to her school days with the keen, selectively observant eye of an adult. Consider “Seven,” an impressionistic recreation of her perspective at that age. The second verse, charmingly, plays like a first-grader’s breathless sequence of unguarded observations:

“And I’ve been meaning to tell you, I think your house is haunted, your dad is always mad and that must be why/And I think you should come live with me and we can be pirates, then you won’t have to cry.”

But “Seven” is not cutesy so much as poignant, because of the tensions that result when Swift’s adult perspective interjects. “Please, picture me in the trees, before I learned civility,” she sings in a yearning soprano, prompting the listener to wonder what sorts of feral pleasure she — and all of us — have exchanged for the supposed “civility” of adulthood.

Quite a few songs on “Evermore,” Swift’s second release of 2020, also toggle between past and present, conscious of what is lost and gained by the passage of time. The playful “Long Story Short” passes a note to Swift’s younger self (“Past me, I wanna tell you not to get lost in these petty things”), while “Dorothea,” like “Seven,” revisits a fevered childhood friendship from the cool perspective of adulthood.

Most striking is the bonus track “Right Where You Left Me,” a twangy tale of a “girl who got frozen” (“Time went on for everybody else, she won’t know it/She’s still 23, inside her fantasy”). That language echoes something Swift admits in the 2020 Netflix documentary “Miss Americana”: “There’s this thing people say about celebrities, that they’re frozen at the age they got famous. And that’s kind of what happened to me. I had a lot of growing up to do just trying to catch up to 29.”

But Swift’s recent songs, at their best, understand that “growing up” isn’t always a linear progression in the direction of something more valuable. Take the “Folklore” songs “Cardigan” and “Betty,” which use an interconnected set of characters to chronicle teenage drama and celebrate the heightened emotional knowledge of youth. “I’m only 17, I don’t know anything, but I know I miss you,” Swift sings in the voice of James, a high schooler who broke Betty’s heart and has shown up on her doorstep to ask forgiveness. Maybe that is a melodramatic thing to do; maybe it is the sort of thing adults could stand to do more often. Swift’s music helps us to remember that growing up doesn’t automatically mean growing wiser — it can just as easily mean compromise, self-denial and growing numb to emotions we once felt with bracing intensity.

In a gesture to regain control of her songs, Swift is currently rerecording her first six albums (her master recordings were recently sold by Scooter Braun’s Ithaca Holdings to the investment firm Shamrock Capital). Last month she released a note-for-note update of her early hit “Love Story,” and has promised to release an entire new-old version of “Fearless (Taylor’s Version)” later this year. It has been amusing to think of Swift going back and inhabiting the voice of her teenage self: On the face of it, “Fifteen” is particularly surreal to imagine her singing as an adult.

In another way, though, “Fifteen” — with its distant reflections on the youthful folly of expectations — makes more sense and carries more emotional weight being sung by a 30-something than it does an 18-year-old. Perhaps Swift was preparing for such an exercise when she made “Folklore,” an album that shakes off years of scrutiny and finds her reveling in the creative freedom to be as young or as old as she wants to be.

#posting the whole article with my emphasis because i thought this was very interesting #taylor swift

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pterodactylterrace · 4 years ago

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Guys Like You Chapter 6

Title: Guys Like You

Chapter: 6

Chapter Summary: More of a filler chapter, not much Henry, I’m sorry.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, pregnancy, poor self image, bad coping mechanisms, low self esteem.

{Prologue} {Chapter 1} {Chapter 2} {Chapter 3} {Chapter 4} {Chapter 5}

"I already told you, Faye! I don't want anything to do with this!"

"So because I want to keep my babies, you're leaving me? Is that what you're trying to tell me, David?"

"Yes! Shit, I knew you were dumb, but seriously!"

"Excuse me?"

"Are you deaf too, whore? How do you even know I'm the one that knocked you up? You've slept with just about every guy in town!"

"Get the fuck out."

"Don't come crying to me later! You're nothing without me! No one is ever going to want you. Especially once you have kids. Who the hell wants used goods? Have fun living a life of regret!"

Faye jerked awake, her head spinning as she tried to catch her bearings. Did David really leave her just like that? Sure he wasn't the greatest, but he had never lashed out like that before. At least not where anyone else could witness it.

No. David's gone. He has been gone for almost four years now. New life. Starting over. It's all in the past now.

Have to get the baby up before the sitter comes. Work is coming up soon. Life goes on.

"Briar, what are you doing on the floor?" Faye chuckled, crouching down next to her daughter, curled up on her pillow by her bed.

"I'm a puppy." Briar yawned in explanation, holding her arms up to be lifted, promptly licking her mother's cheek as soon as she was up.

"Briar, we talked about licking people."

"I'm not Briar, I'm puppy."

"Ok then, puppy, no licking people. Now what do you want for breakfast?"

"Puppy food."

"Cereal it is."

Feed the toddler, quick shower, get dressed, throw her hair up away from her face, wait for the baby sitter, hugs and kisses goodbye, then off to work. The usual routine she had settled herself into.

Feed the baby, because she's hungry and she comes first.

Shower, because she probably has some sort of mystery goo on her from the toddler.

Get dressed, avoid the mirror. No one wants to be reminded of how much they've changed. The softness she wasn't used to around her lower stomach, hips and thighs. Her breasts no longer as perky as they used to be. The stretchmarks competing with her tattoo's for attention.

Then, the hardest part of the day. "Ok, Briar, Mrs. Anderson is here. Mommy has to go to work. I love you."

"I love you too, Mommy." Briar responded, hugging her mother tight and kissing her cheek before she was sat back down.

"Have a nice day, Miss Warren."

"I hope she's not too much to handle."

"Never is."

Some days, Faye likes to pretend she's ok. Like she has a handle on things. Like she knows what she's doing and not just blindly stumbling through her life while trying to do right by her daughter.

Other days, she would absently push her sleeves up and her eye would catch on the black lines decorating her forearm, just below her elbow. Some days she's reminded that life is a bitch, and you can't always get what you want. On those days she tried to stay out of her own head, though that rarely worked.

She could slap on a smile with the best of them, but she could never force it to reach her eyes. Her face always remained an open book, free for anyone to read. The past creeps up on you. There's nothing you can do to stop it some days. On a bad day, the ghosts of the past will haunt your mind, echoing the worst days of your life into the void of your shattered heart.

"No one is ever going to want you!"

"You're nothing without me!"

"Who wants used goods?"

"I'm sorry, Miss Warren. There was nothing we could do."

Over and over on a seemingly never ending loop, reminding her of the darkest times in her life.

Why would anyone want her? She's not the same hot twenty six year old she used to be. She was soft. She was saggy. She would never be as attractive as she used to be. Anyone in their right mind would turn around and run once they realized how much she had let herself go.

Days like today were best spent keeping people at a distance. Tell them some story about being tired. Avoid anyone that is going to call her out on her obvious lie. Therein lies the problem with dying your hair obnoxious colors. Among a sea of blonde and brunette, powder blue tends to stick out and make it almost impossible to vanish.

Lie your way out of it. Survive another day. Tomorrow might not be better, but at least it won't be the same.

"Mommy, you're back!" The sweetest sound she could hear all day.

"I always come back, my little love." Faye assured, kissing her daughter's head.

Need to care for the baby. She comes first. She deserves the world. Play time. Dinner time. Bath time. Story time. Bed time. The same after work routine she had established months ago when she decided to drop everything and run.

Her daughter thought the world of her. She would do anything to see her smile. She would wear the stupid costume. She would pretend to be a horsey. She would let her daughter use her as a jungle gym. She would make the same dinner again for the third night in a row for her. So what if she soaked the bathroom floor during bath time? She was a mermaid, and she wanted to show off her tail. Story time, always an adventure with her imaginative little girl. What world would they find themselves in today? Dinosaurs? Princesses? Mythology? A rhyming book?

Ah, yes of course. Her current favorite, the book about the dinosaur cleaning his room. She was a girl obsessed with dinosaurs at the moment.

"Mommy, where's my Papa?" Briar asked, staring intently down at the page depicting a mother and father watching the dinosaur throw away paper scraps.

"Don't worry about him, sweetheart. He wasn't a nice man." Faye explained, resting her cheek on her daughter's head.

"Can I have a new Papa?"

"Maybe someday, sweetheart."

"Can Spider-man be my new Papa?"

"Why do you want Spider-man to be your new Papa?"

"He's my boyfriend!"

"That's not how it works, silly. If he's your boyfriend, he can't also be by boyfriend! Pick another hero!"

"Batman!"

"Well, he is rich." Faye mused, Briar giggling happily. "Now it's time for bed, my love."

"Ok, Mommy. I love you!"

"I love you too, Briar." Faye whispered, kissing her forehead. The nightlight was switched on and the door was left cracked open, just in case. Now for her seldom used free time.

Should she sketch some more? Finish that painting she started forever ago? Ever since she started a "real" job, her art had fallen by the wayside. She was too drained to do much after work and caring of her daughter.

Maybe some drawing will lift her spirits and keep the nightmares at bay tonight. But what to draw? Not in the mood for still life. Brain too fried for something straight from her imagination. Her usual model was sleeping, and her last few self portraits had been a serious blow to her ego. She just drew what she saw in the mirror. Then, when she was finished, she decided she should have worn more clothing before she drew herself. What was supposed to boost her confidence and empower her as a woman instead left her wondering when exactly she developed that roll when sitting in that position.

"Fuck it. I'm drawing a moose." Faye grumbled to herself, turning the page from her self portrait to a blank sheet. Half an hour later when she was trying to remember what a moose's antlers looked like, she finally picked up her phone. Seven unread messages? That seems like a lot. When was the last time she looked at her phone? Oh yeah, when she got home, five hours ago.

All from one person. So she wasn't ignoring everyone at least. Seven messages, all from Henry. Shit. That's not good.

Are you ok?

You seemed off on set today

You didn't even talk to me

Did you at least make it home alright?

Can you send me a sign of life?

I'm sorry if I upset you or something. Can you please talk to me? I'm genuinely worried.

Please?

Well, fuck. Here she was playing unicorn apocalypse with her daughter, and this poor guy was worrying himself to death.

Sorry, I was drawing a moose

Perfect way of saying "I wasn't ignoring you" while also avoiding his persistent questions about her wellbeing. The good old 'drawing a moose' excuse. Works every time.

I think your moose aged me by ten years. Are you ok?

Just had a bad day

Anything I can do to help?

Squeeze me until I stop struggling and my spine snaps

That's called 'murder' Miss Warren

I knew there was a name for it

Is there anything I can do for you that involves less prison?

Nah, if you're not going to take me out, then I'm not interested

I'm not going to take you out by murder. I will take you out on a date.

Faye froze, staring at her phone. He was just playing around, like he always did. No way he was serious. Henry liked to flirt, and she wasn't about to throw herself at him over a joke. She had more dignity than that. So how does she respond? She can't just ignore him, and taking forever to respond is going to give the impression that she was freaking out over what he said.

She was completely freaking out over what he had said, but he didn't need to know that. Was he just looking to get laid or something? Probably. He had gotten pretty close the last time he had been over. There's a difference between dating and screwing, though. He was probably just looking for someone to fuck while waiting for a woman worth his time to come along. Faye was broken out of her thoughts by her phone going off again, alerting her to a new message. Didn't he know she was busy having an existential crisis?

If you're free on Sunday you can come over and show me that moose your working on

*you're

Smart ass

Sunday?

I'll have to see if Mrs. Anderson can watch Briar

Bring her along. She keeps asking me about Kal

Pretty on brand for her

Sunday?

Sunday.

Sunday. What to wear on Sunday? He was probably looking for a little something something for his time, so something slutty? She got rid of all her slutty clothes after she had Briar in a fit of self hatred toward her new mom bod, so that was out. Besides, he wouldn't have invited Briar over too if he was looking to get laid.

So what does one wear on a casual 'date' these days? She had until Sunday to figure that out.

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littlemixnet · 4 years ago

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Little Mix on what it takes to survive being the most bullied band in pop

Still teenagers when they were catapulted to fame, superstardom came at a price for Little Mix. They open up to Francesca Babb about the soaring highs and crashing lows of the past nine years. It is the end of our YOU cover shoot, and I am facing the lesser-spotted sight of a barefaced Little Mix. Wet wipes swipe back and forth across their faces and, as the foundation departs in a deluge of coffee-coloured tissues, Jesy Nelson and Leigh-Anne Pinnock, both 29, and Jade Thirlwall and Perrie Edwards, both 27, visibly relax into their tracksuits and boyfriend jeans, shoulders dropping as they settle into themselves. I’m so used to seeing them contoured and camera ready that I assumed full glamour was their happy place. But perhaps the real Little Mix are not the war-paint-and-leotard-clad pop stars we’ve spent almost ten years watching grow up, but rather the four women they have become behind the glare of the spotlight. It’s those four women that I’m intrigued to meet. Since winning The X Factor nine years ago, there have been highs – selling over 50 million records globally, a significant percentage of which were self-penned, and creating enough accompanying make-up lines and merchandise to keep them and their families comfortable for the foreseeable future (recent reports suggest they have earned a combined £28.5 million to date). But there have also been lows – perpetual picking apart by both the public and the press, bullying and vitriol from online trolls. The most extreme cases of which led Jesy to attempt suicide during Little Mix’s early days in 2013 (she regards a tweet from the controversial Katie Hopkins – ‘Packet Mix have still got a chubber in their ranks. Less Little Mix. More Pick n Mix’ – as the ‘pinnacle point’ for her depression) and pushed Perrie into an ongoing struggle with anxiety. Fame has changed them. In some ways they are still youthful and silly – dropping phrases into conversation that wouldn’t be out of place in a playground – yet, in others, they are wise beyond their years, diving headfirst into battles on feminism, race and mental health. They’re fun enough to be light relief, smart enough to inspire a generation struggling with the pressures of youth and social media even before a pandemic was thrown at them, and ballsy enough to leave Simon Cowell’s record label because they didn’t feel he had their best interests at heart. ‘It’s never really been a cruise, has it?’ Jade ponders, a copy of social activist Bell Hooks’ 2002 feminist theory Communion: The Female Search For Love in her hand (not for show, I might add; when I ask her about it, she is well versed in its content). ‘It’s either been a really big high, or a really big low.’ Jesy, who has found herself the target of some of the cruelest contempt from the world outside Little Mix, agrees: ‘Some of the best times, some of the worst times.’ Comments on her weight, her looks, her place in the band, comments that she should take her own life, all led her into a deep depression and the aforementioned suicide attempt. Her documentary last year, Jesy Nelson: Odd One Out, revealed her journey through it all and, while harrowing, it is essential viewing on the realities of growing up in a world dominated by social media. ‘Before we got in the group, I never looked at myself and thought, “I don’t like that” – I don’t think any of us did. I never thought, “Oh god, I’m fat”, and then we got in the industry, and we all started wanting to change things about ourselves. It’s so sad. There are things [in the past] I definitely wish I hadn’t done,’ she says, referring to the suicide attempt, in which she took an overdose after a two-year battle with depression and an eating disorder. ‘But would I be the person I am today if I hadn’t gone through all of that?’ ‘There was a time when it was worse than it is now,’ adds Leigh-Anne, who has increasingly used her own Instagram channel to vocalise her experience of racism, both overt and underlying, throughout her time in the band. ‘I guess we’re taking steps forward, but I fear for my [future] daughters…’ ‘It makes me not want to have a kid,’ agrees Jesy. ‘Those insecurities that we all have now because of social media, imagine having that embedded in you as a child?’ Before you write them off as four very lucky girls ungratefully complaining about a lifestyle so many dream of, I should point out that they are fully aware of the paradox of their privilege. I suppose the point is, it’s not too much to ask to not be bullied to the point of hospitalisation as a by-product, is it? ‘Little Mix has changed our lives for the better, and our families’ lives, and we have achieved so much,’ says Perrie. ‘Don’t get me wrong,’ agrees Jesy (a warning I will hear repeatedly throughout our hour together, perhaps thanks to almost a decade of their quotes being blasted out of context for click-bait). ‘I’m not going to sit here and say we’ve got a terrible life, because we haven’t, but I do think our innocence was taken from us.’ It’s a while since the girls last did any press. Lockdown saw a halt to any activity they had planned, including the launch of their new talent show, BBC1’s Little Mix: The Search (in which they, well, search for a new band to mentor and join them on tour). But the time apart has not diminished their ability to finish each other’s sentences and jump to each other’s aid. It has, it seems, been really rather good for them and allowed them to come back fired up for the release of their sixth album, Confetti, which came out this week. ‘It was needed,’ agrees Jesy. ‘We’re never not with each other and we’re always busy. Our mornings start early, we finish really late.’ Being at home has meant more time spent with their families, with Jade even starting her own show on MTV with her mum Norma. Called Served!, the self-filmed series saw the pair interview celebrity drag queens and challenge each other to cooking competitions. ‘I love drag culture,’ she says, ‘and me mam was by herself in lockdown, so I thought it’d be something nice to keep her entertained.’ ‘Your mum could be on Loose Women,’ Leigh-Anne muses. ‘Imagine our mams on a show!’ shrieks Jade. ‘Nobody else would get a word in edgeways with my mam,’ laughs Perrie. ‘Ooh, when Debbie goes off on Twitter,’ says Jade, of Perrie’s mum’s habit of weighing in on comments from haters. ‘My mam will text me, have you seen Debbie’s been going off on someone!’ It is interesting that all four talk frequently about their mums throughout our chat, and yet there is no mention of fathers. While their mums often appear on Instagram, a sighting of Perrie’s dad on her 23rd birthday was extremely rare. Perhaps the Little Mix dads’ absence in the narrative is because the four girls were predominantly raised by their mothers (all of their parents separated when they were younger), and another reason the group’s bond is so tight. Little Mix are each other’s wall of arms, their own personal bodyguards. Jesy, they unanimously agree, is Scary Mix (although I find her a delight), which is interesting given her own inability to bat off other people’s words. ‘When it’s you on your own dealing with something personally,’ Jesy says, ‘It’s completely different. You feel so vulnerable alone, but we are a force when we’re together.’ It’s not hard to see, in today’s social-media obsessed society where there is little retribution for cruelty, why four attractive, successful young women, with attractive, successful young boyfriends (two footballers – Perrie dates Liverpool’s Alex Oxlade-Chamberlain, Leigh-Anne is engaged to Watford’s Andre Gray – while Jade is with Rizzle Kicks singer Jordan Stephens and Jesy is going out with Our Girl actor Sean Sagar), who seem to be living a dream life have found themselves at the heart of a whirlwind of vitriol. There was the infamous spat with Piers Morgan, in which he mocked them for posing naked but for the insults that have been hurled at them painted on their bodies. He accused them of using sex to sell records and called them ‘foul-mouthed, talentless, clothes-allergic little dimwits’, which is not how I find them to be. ‘I take Piers with a pinch of salt,’ Jesy says, rolling her eyes. ‘He does it to cause drama, so I take no notice. When we won The X Factor, we didn’t look like a generic girl band: we’re all different shapes and sizes, we didn’t dress sexy, so immediately everyone was, “What’s this?”’ ‘Usually, when you see a girl band, they’re perfection, they have six-packs – and we didn’t,’ continues Jesy. ‘People saw us as kids, so even though we’re now women, people still think of us that way, so when we come out on stage in leotards, they think, “That’s disgusting!”’ ‘One Direction didn’t get the s**t we get, because they’re men,’ states Leigh-Anne. ‘It’s like, “They’re four girls, let’s come at them”. As soon as it’s girls, they think, “Oh you slag.”’ ‘When it’s men, it’s celebrated, but the minute women sexualise themselves and feel powerful doing it, we’re told to rein it in,’ adds Jade. ‘We’re conditioned to think that women are there to be these innocent and pure beings and the minute you step out of that, it’s carnage.’ Little Mix, however, are not scared of embracing that carnage and of sparking a debate. For their show The Search, Jade describes how it was important for them to set the tone on respect when each new person auditioned. ‘Because we are small women, it’s important to show people that they need to respect us, that we know what we’re talking about and we need to be listened to,’ she says. ‘There’s no nastiness,’ continues Jesy about the show, which has been praised for modernising and freshening up the age-old TV format. ‘There’s no making anyone feel uncomfortable for entertainment.’ They also insisted a large part of their budget be dedicated to looking after the contestants’ mental health, understanding, first hand, the pitfalls of talent shows. The Search is not their first attempt at diversifying their talent. As a group, they have LMX make-up line and also a perfume, Style By Little Mix. Subsequently, they have become expert businesswomen, refusing to make the mistakes of pop groups past, so often left completely penniless at the end of their careers. ‘I remember walking into an early label meeting and saying, “This is who we want to be, this is the campaign we want, this is the imagery we want,”’ says Jade. ‘We knew our brand from the get go and we very much steered that ship.’ It’s a long way from their (as Jesy puts it) ‘working-class backgrounds’. Since joining the band, each one has bought their mum a house and, while their tale is not entirely rags to riches, the jump from Primark to Prada in recent years has certainly been significant. When it comes to business, Perrie describes herself and Leigh-Anne as the ones who will often seek a compromise in difficult situations, while they send Jesy and Jade in when deals need to be made. ‘Jesy’s the badass,’ Perrie laughs. ‘Whenever I’m scared, I’ll stand behind her. She’s the one who puts her foot down in a boardroom full of men and says, “It’s going to be this way.” But we pick our battles. We don’t just argue about every decision – it’s when we feel we have to.’ ‘Nobody could say that we are difficult, and if they do, they’re lying,’ says Leigh-Anne adamantly. Adds Jesy: ‘We know what we want, and we know what kids want.’ Little Mix have lived over a third of their lives in the spotlight. They’ve seen how things work, how things don’t, and they’ve learnt how to cope with it all. The lows may have been spectacularly low, but the highs have surpassed any of their expectations. Their story is not your classic fairytale, but it’s one they have learnt they can write their own ending for. If the Little Mix I meet today is anything to go by, I wouldn’t expect that ending to come any time soon. Little Mix’s new album Confetti is out now. Their movie LM5: The Tour Film will be in cinemas nationwide on 21 and 22 November.

#little mix #you magazine 2020 #article #2020 #confetti promo

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years ago

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Survey #416

“don’t pray for me when you’re the one to blame / don’t think of me when you go up in flames”

Does your town/area have a farmer’s market? Do you ever buy your vegetables there rather than grocery store? Not close enough for us to actually go there for groceries, no. If you had a significant other and somehow got a chance to kiss your celebrity crush, would you still go for it? Well no, given Mark's been in a serious relationship for like six years, and I'd feel disloyal to my partner. I can just dream about it, ha ha. Do you tend to be attracted to people that are more similar to you in interests and mannerisms or do you tend to be attracted to someone opposite/complementing to you? I tend to be drawn to people I'm more similar to. What is a talent that a lot of other people desire or value but you really don’t care to have (e.g., singing, etc.)? *shrug* If someone asks you to hang out, but for some reason you’re just feeling lazy/don’t want to go anywhere, do you ignore them, make up an excuse, or just tell them the honest truth? Tbh, odds are I'm making up an excuse. Would you like to meet an alien? That would depend on its motives. It might have wisdom to share, or it may be nefarious, in which case I don't wanna meet it obviously. If so, would you trust them enough to go back with them to their planet? That's a no no matter how it acts. Trust issues, my friend. And that's with humans. What do you think is at the end of space. It's kinda science that space is infinite... Do you like D&D or Magic: The Gathering the most? I've never played D&D because I know I would be way, way too awkward to actually do it. M:TG is fun, though. What is your favorite Disney movie? TLKKKKK. What’s your favorite book series? Wings of Fire tops the list right now, but Warriors will always have a very special place in my heart. What’s something you wish they’d build in your neighborhood? Idk. Do you usually keep ponytail holders around your wrist? No. I don't even wear my hair in a ponytail because it's too short. Sunny D or orange juice? Orange juice. I have to be in a very specific mood for Sunny D. Can you snap out of a bad mood fast? Nooooo, unless something drastically good happens. How can a person tell if you’re mad or annoyed? My face will probably give it away, mixed with me being short and snippy or more awkward than normal because I'm trying to not be a bother. What’s something you enjoy that’s outside your age level? Certain TV shows. When your friends come and hang out at your house, what do you get up to? The only friend I have that I hang out with once in a blue moon is Girt, and we'd usually play board games or watch TV. Do you think it’s ignorant for people to have unprotected sex when they’re not ready for a child? Yes. Like yes, I'm pro-choice so won't look down on someone getting an abortion, but I still think you should be willing to act to prevent things from getting to that point where that procedure is chosen. For it or against it, abortion is a serious decision and should be treated as such. What were your favourite things to do as a child? My favorite thing had to be video games, specifically Spyro, and I also adored Webkinz and Neopets on the computer. I also loved playing make-believe with my toys like every other kid. I loved watching Dad play video games, too. I've also been a drawing fiend since I was very little. If you were shopping with your best friend, and they picked an outfit that was completely unflattering, would you tell them? I honestly don't know if I would. Her being comfortable and happy in it is what matters, anyway. Do you prefer using air-con or having the windows down when you’re driving on a hot day? Team A/C for sure. I hate the feeling of wind just slapping the hell outta your face and making a nest out of your hair. Can you ever manage to finish three courses when you go out to eat at restaurants? No. What would you say your favourite farm animal is? Pigs! They are so incredibly misunderstood. They're very intelligent, CLEAN (I know, can you believe it?), silly, and happy animals that I just adore. Is your ex currently in a relationship and if yes, how do you feel about that? Idk if "the" ex is with anyone, and it's for the better I don't, probably. Which one of your friends should be a stand-up comedian? Girt. Is your mom a better driver or your dad? Oh yeah. Dad tailgates like a motherfucker. What's your least favorite genre of music? Either rap or country, idk. Do you like poems? I do. Do you enjoy drawing? I have a love-hate relationship with it. I LOVE when something comes out the way I wanted it to, but if it doesn't, I feel very disappointed in myself and bash it into my head that I could do better. Do you even have any drawing talent? So I'm told. Have you ever seen The Sound of Music? Yes, in elementary school's music class. Ever seen Beetlejuice? If so, did you enjoy it? Oh yes, that was one of Jason's favorites. I liked it. How do you deal with oppressive heat? Complain, sweat my ass off, do anything I can to cool off that doesn't involve taking clothes off. What’s one thing that people definitely CAN’T count on you for? To remember pretty much anything whatsoever. What about something they definitely can count on you for? An ear to listen and a shoulder to cry on. How do you feel about your handwriting? I like it. Is there a store that bothers you immensely for some reason (people who shop there irritate you or the employees who work there are rude, etc.)? Uhhhh I don't think so. What’s something you complain about frequently? If I'm hot, or my legs hurting. If you’re home alone and someone knocks on the door, what do you do? Ignore it. I'm not answering. What’s one book that you have read that will stick with you forever? Johnny Got His Gun by Dalton Trumbo. It's an anti-war pacifism novel, which is something I'm very much passionate about. Would you ever get one of those old school “mom” tattoos with the heart? No. I know with certainty I want a tribute to my mom when she passes, but definitely not that design. Are you a Giants fan? I don't care for sports, but the NYG always make me think of Jason's dad, who is like, obsessed with them. So I guess I feel a bit of warmness towards them just for memory's sake. Last time you went pumpkin picking? Never. Do you prefer eating corn straight off the cob or corn already taken off the cob? I think corn on the cob tastes better with all the butter and spices you can put on it, but I do enjoy off the cob too because it's just so much cleaner. Would you want your family to go on Wife Swap? Well, I live with my mom and she's divorced, so... I don't have to worry about this. How old is your current e-mail address? God, I've had it since I was a kid. Last time you conversed with someone in a language other than English? Not since taking a test for German in high school. Last video you favorited on YouTube? Oh my god, it was this video from my favorite reptile channel (Snake Discovery) of them taking their pet tegu to the park. She clearly had SO much fun. Now mind you I very rarely favorite things, so yeah, I adored the video. Do you like chocolate with coconut filling? Noooo, I'm not a coconut fan at all. What was the first thing you ate today? Mom made bacon, yuuuuum. Do you know how to play Mahjong? No. Mom loves it, though. Do you have any skirts longer than knee-length? I don't own any skirts. What’s the farthest you’ve gone with someone you weren’t dating? Just flirting. Ever had a promise ring? No. What about one of those “I’ll wait until marriage” rings (I think they’re called purity rings or something)? They're called abstinence rings, and yes, in HS. Funny how looking back I was definitely breaking that vow while I wore it lmao. What is the shortest time you’ve heard of people being together before getting married? My late grandma and her second husband got married SO fast. Like they were together for probably a couple months (maybe less?), then boom, the news came that they were engaged. Are any of your friends currently pregnant? Facebook friends, yes, which are mostly composed of old friends and acquaintances from school. One poor girl very recently got into a bad wreck, but thank goodness she and her unborn daughter are okay. Have you ever played golf? I loved playing putt-putt when I was younger, and then Jason and I once had a mini-golf date. It was really cute. When was the last time you waxed anything on your body, if ever? It's been some years since I used to wax my eyebrows. Have you ever been in a car accident? Yes. A minor one, but still. Can you honestly say you love the last person you kissed? Yep. Are you smiling in your Facebook profile picture? Yeah. Would you ever go on Fear Factor? Noooo. I would NEVER get past day #2 where they tend to do the disgusting shit, and I'm way too out of shape to do the wild stuff they do. What colour was the last mask you wore? Blue. Can any of your friends sing well? Which one has the nicest singing voice? Oh yes, Sara has an absolutely beautiful voice. When was the last time you had a nightmare? I had two last night, actually. I have this habit of taking my APAP mask off in the middle of the night because it's a nuisance, and I never remember doing so. When I do that, I'm much more prone to have nightmares because the mask helps my sleep apnea, which causes my nightmares/terrors. Where do you see yourself in ten years? I do NOT want to imagine this. It's either going to be beautiful or a fucking catastrophe, of that I'm sure. Does your family have traditions? Just pretty ordinary holiday ones. Have you ever met anyone half-way famous? Tez is famous, as far as I'm concerned. :') I also have some musician friends trying to make it, but idk how far they've actually gotten in the industry. Is there a celebrity that you are related to? No, just ancestors. Would you call your last relationship a mistake? Definitely not. Would you ever take up a job in photography? Ugh... that's the fucking dream. But I'm massively losing hope. Do you throw out your assignments once you’ve gotten them back? When I was in school, it depended on whether it would serve as good study material or not. Who was the last person you messaged on Facebook? My old friend Jenna messaged me a few days back just to say she was thinking about me and wished me well, which I really appreciated. Of course I messaged her back wishing her the same and all. Have you ever developed a crush on someone the first day you met them? Don't believe so, no. Do you have any friends who never shut up about their boyfriend/girlfriend? Well, I used to. She vanished. Have you ever showered with a member of the opposite sex? No. Don't want to. I want to be alone when I shower.

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''thoughts & prayers" by motionless in white

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we-rate-tmnt · 4 years ago

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I request: Leonardo. Please and thank you 🙏.

Idk if everyone loves Leo or if my header and avatar just remind everyone about this amazing blue boy. (This one’s super silly btw. I’m just sillier as time goes on. Character development I guess?)

The iconic leador Leonardo (1987)

Bro idk why but I loved this Leo. I have a tiny memory, especially with this version but I clearly remember that I thought he was the funniest and the coolest. I mean, he had swords, what was I supposed to do as a 7-year-old. NOT like him??? Anyway, while Raph was the best at insult comedy, I think Leo had the best puns and punchlines. I really like how nonchalant this Leo is compared to his iterations, going along with really silly ideas and having fun along the way. But because of this, his leadership is a little forced at times, he seems like such a chill and fun dude that when he gets serious, I have to squint and ask ‘are you Leo? Or were you just putting on act a moment ago?’ Or my perception is entirely warped over time. Either way, good turtle boy, could have used some work tho. 5.7/10

Here comes grumpy lad wooo this is all read very monotone btw Fearless Leader (2003)

What. What the fuck happened. I was actually so confused when Leo turned really angry and serious and almost manic. I thought that episode when he popped into Casey’s window and was like ‘Hey bitch lets go beat the shit out of some lowlifes’ I was WOAH THERE BUDDY BACK UP BACK UP BACK TF UP. It was so sudden to me and when it was finally explained, it made some sense??? Like yeah, character development is great an’ all but this ain’t it chief. I can’t imagine what it was like having to wait for these episodes to release one at a time. Bc I watched every episode back to back on Youtube and I was genuinely bamboozled. But when you have an experience like that where guilt is weighing down on you from a situation you couldn’t control, it would’ve been HELLA HELPFUL to have at least a flashback, like a line saying ‘I was so useless!’ at BARE MINIMUM. Like right after Shredder is booted off to Planet Zula, Donnie would notice that Leo didn’t seem all that happy and would ask why and Leo would get upset and yell at Donnie saying that ‘You wouldn’t understand’, ‘You don’t know how I felt, how I feel because of that’, etc. Like you don’t even have to say he felt guilty or helpless, just give us something to grab onto. We’re merely six-year-olds who thought they could climb the YMCA rock wall in easy mode but instead the script riders harnessed us up on the hard one and wouldn’t let us come down until we rang the little bell at the top. I think that is the only problem I had with his Leo. The sudden change of calm and decisive to angry and irrational was so jarring that it felt unnatural without that crucial context. If you want a surprise reveal, at least hint at the reveal (like just about every Disney movie with their ‘twist’ villains) not wait until the very last moment. I think this might be my least favorite Leo and I think the season where he stood out the most and seemed the strongest was Fast Forward (Which was GOOD FIGHT ME), especially in scenes with Dark Leo, his clone. He sees so much of himself in Dark Leo but he also sees something he had once grasped (AKA the poorly written character arc, I CANNOT stress how bad I thought it was). Although, I honestly think he’s a really good character and he’s a pretty neat guy. However, this score is entirely held up by Fast Forward and his connection with Usagi, sword bros to the end of time. 3/10 (2 for FF and 1 for Usagi)

And now a Leo that makes me genuinely feel UWU Leo (2012)

I cannot stress how much I like this guy! Like his design is so appealing, his dedication, his obsession with Space Heroes, like I FUCKING LOVE IT. And everyone knows, that shit with Karai, at first when they didn’t realize they were related, I can let slide but kajsdflksadf what even like why did the writers feel the need to add in more ‘love interest’ implications like yuck yuck yuck. The only two interactions with Leo and Karai that I really like are when Leo defeats her using the healing hands technique and when Leo has a goth/emo/punk/idk I’m new here phase and they team up and EXPLOSIONS. He was introduced to us as being incredibly naive and his idea of leadership is from some old cartoon that’s basically star trek but ethically questionable. After his fights in season 1, to the finale with the technodrome, you can see his growth. He’s able to formulate plans and make life or death decisions. BUT WAIT THERE’S MORE. When Leo got hurt, I felt like the oof sound effect mixed with some tears I normally shed at some Shojo manga bs. While the episodes following were super weird, it was a nice way to help Leo recover, not only physically but spiritually (Although I don’t remember the spirit arc at all except the epic Raph vs Fishface fight, so we’re skipping that). When Master Splinter really died, you could tell there was a huge impact on Leo, but he had to remain stoic and lead the family now. A lot of heartbreaking moments in this series came from Leo and I’m glad they took at least some thought into developing him. Tiny head Leo will haunt my nightmares, but the giggly fanboy will warm my heart constantly. 6/10

I only have one word for this Leo (Heroes in a Half Shell: Blast to the Past)

This is a super crazy bad idea accent on the super crazy bad part have I mentioned it’s also a really terrible idea/10

Okay, spoiler alert, didn’t really think this Leo was that grand Leo (2014/2016)

Painfully average. He didn’t stand out that much, Raph was part of the focus and had that touching scene at the end, Donnie was ICONIC and Mikey (with his weird-ass eyes) was super lively and funny! Leo? Uh, I don’t remember a single line he said. Because he never really grabbed my attention, I don’t have too much to say on this version. The Raph and Leo fight felt forced and the whole ‘keep this stuff that could turn us human a secret’ was pretty pointless and was added just to cause drama, I don’t even remember what that Splinter and Leo conversation was about. Design-wise, really neat! You can see some more traditional Japanese clothing/style mixed with modern (I’d feel a lot better about this assumption if some could tell exactly what the heck he’s wearing, but I get traditional Japan warrior vibes from it) in his look which was super neat! Other than that, if you like him, please tell me why because I don’t get. He was just kinda eh. 5/10

AHHH MY BOY YASSS WHOOO!! Neon Leon (2018)

Okay, I loved Ben Schwarts already from Parks and Rec but like him being Sonic AND Leo, like DUDE. He’s super funny by himself but teamed up with this shows writing and animation, it makes it hilarious. I literally love this Leo so much, maybe because we’re alike but honestly, he’s amazing. I love his design with the red and yellow crescents accenting his skin and livening up his color pallet. He has a very healthy and natural dynamic with his brothers, he’s the first to know what’s wrong and tries his best to make up for his actions. This is really prominent in the most recent episodes, along with the episode portal jacked. In both, Leo is separated from his brothers. Portal Jacked is in a more literal sense, while Air Turtle handles in more of an emotional sense. While both are brief, Leo sees his error and tries his best to make it up to them. I love his dynamic so much and it’s so nice to see something like this compared to the unnecessary drama and tension between the brothers in the previous series. It’s refreshing and this is something a younger audience needs to see; instead of fighting, it’s better to work together and improve yourself along the way. Improvement is a big theme for Leo here. He’s a goofball, makes jokes at every opportunity and isn’t quite skilled at fighting or using his weapon. But he grows over time, he learns to manage his power and he’s working on mastering it. He’s trying to put aside his narcissism more and focuses on his family. I think the approach they took with him rising to leader rather than slapping it on his forehead was the goddamn best decision they could make. He’s making plans, finding loopholes, helping out and getting out of his comfort zone. I cannot stress how well this show has handled Leo, along with the other characters. I can’t wait to see more episodes about his growth and I am awarding him with one of the greatest honors I could give... 10/10

Storytime: I drew a super cute 2012 Leo, you should look at him. Shameless self-promo, but you should follow me on my main blog bc I’m nice and I draw pretty pictures. Also. I have a little 2012 Leo Happy Meal toy??? I think??? guarding my window and he’s been there for YEARS. I need to bring him in and refresh his paint job.

Wow! I didn’t expect this many requests for Leo, so the blog will be momentarily spammed with the requests, but it shouldn’t be too much! Up next should be the last turtle (Mikey) and then we can get to some REALLY great requests I’m eager to answer. As usual, please comment and reblog! I’d love to hear your opinion!

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an update on how my oc's are getting along during this pandemic :)

Harry and Goldie: this man is absolutely loving the time he gets to spend with you and your little love! sure, now he's going out and about between the states and your flat back in london, but he absolutely adored the few uninterrupted months he got to spend with the both of you. goldie is just over two and a half years old when quarantine begins, so you and harry decide it's a good time to start potty training. she hates it at first, mostly because the sound of the toilet flushing is intimidating, but soon she learns that harry will sing over the loud sound. you almost rolled your eyes allowed the first time you watched your husband sing beside the toilet, clapping his hands and blowing into a blue harmonica between words.

the three of you also become a family of four, well five if were counting the goldfish named finn. you get pregnant just after march, and your finding out in a few days the gender...it's a little girl. even before you know though, harry has deemed your little one bowie. the baby inside of you loves grilled cheese and tomatoes, which you were never fond of, and is guaranteed to start moving around when music is played. the first time harry realized this, his head was in your lap and david bowie was playing on vinyl.

"did ya feel that, lovie?" he looked up with wide eyes and a glowing grin, "bunny likes himself some bowie."

"who said it's a boy harry?" you bit back, a smile on your lips.

"we already got a girl, it's only fair, love." he mumbled back before pressing his lips to the skin of your bare belly, not just popping but definitely not as tight as it was, "hi, bowie. ya gonna be my music partner? i think yeh big sister might have a fit."

but quarantine also came with struggles. goldie didn't understand why she couldn't bounce back and forth between your flat and anne's house, and she definitely didn't understand why you were no longer going to the pack every afternoon with a packed lunch and a plan to stop at the ice cream shop and collect a blue popsicle. she had thrown a fit at harry's feet for six days before moving along to the next obsession -- which happened to be styling harry's growing hair into a messy ponytail, or unicorn horn as she deemed through giggles.

Ellie McCall: ellie and liam are doing great! they've taken this time to just sit back and actually enjoy each others company. ellie's fresh out of college and beside stiles at the FBI, working as a medically trained field agent. her brothers best friend was less then happy when he realized that the younger girl was moving up in the program quicker then he could. ellie and liam are ready to start a family, though they don't look to be having any luck. when they do get pregnant though, ellie immediately worries that she's going to have to push a werewolf sized baby out of her. it takes seven calls to deaton and three voice mails to derek to assure her that the baby will be normal sized, and lacking in supernatural abilities until he's at least a toddler. oh yeah, it's a baby boy that is immediately named called brett dunbar.

though ellie and liam are enjoying the time home, it does bring ellie into a darker headspace. she dwells over allison and what her best friend might have been doing, and she can't help but think about boyd and erica. even matt crosses her mind a few times before she wiggles into bed besides liam and falls asleep with his heartbeat in her ear. liam isn't oblivious to her suffering, but it's apparent he doesn't know how to help. he sits were her sometimes when she's just staring out of the living room window, and makes her a cup of tea, because recently she's grown to hate the taste of coffee. he just lets her know that he's with her, and even though they're along in DC, she isn't actually alone.

Dylan O'Brien, Chloe O'Brien, and Maisie O'Brien: the trio is so good! dylan is so glad to finally be home with his girls for longer then a couple of broken up weeks. he can't remember the last time he was truly free to just be a dad and a husband. yes, chloe and dylan got married. it was a few weeks before the new year that they celebrated two months married. dylan's glad they waited so long, because the image of his daughter walking down the isle never fails to bring tears to his eyes. mae's just over four and a half, so she was in pre-school when everything started shutting down. she cried for weeks about missing her friends, clinging to dylan's torso for hours until she could be persuaded into walking on her own.

mae was a busybody, which meant keeping her home all day every day was hard. dylan was a personal jungle gym at this point, having bruises and cuts littering his arms and legs from how frequently he was used as a latter or slide. he wouldn't have it any other way though, loving that himself alone could entertain maisie for hours. what was hard about being home was finding alone time. the little one chloe and dylan shared loved to sneak into bed with them at two am, meaning that any passionate love making was rushed and done half dressed. it really wasn't passionate, but it quenched the thirst that would build after days of thick sexual tension.

every morning dylan would wake up after chloe and mae, coming down to plates of fresh fruit and pancakes. chloe didn't mind the big breakfast, giving her something to do other then stare at the wall or sing along to frozen for the umpteenth time that week. she had tried to get mae into something else after watching it seven times in a day, but the littler girl had crawled into her fathers laps with pleading eyes and a frown, sweetly asking if he could turn on anna and elsa when you were in the bathroom. it was no surprise that he cracked under the pressure, wanting nothing more then to be mae's best friend even when he knew a movie couldn't hurt her.

chloe's favorite thing about it all though had to be waking up in the middle of the night to cold sheets. she would leave the bedroom confused, having remembered falling alseep in dylan's arms, but in no time she would find her husband and daughter either in the kitchen eating ice cream, or cuddled up together in a toddler sized bed happily asleep. she would selfishly take a few more months of this isolation if it meant making more magical memories.

Emma James and Dylan Sprayberry: emma and dylan are great! they've started wedding planning, and have been using this time to finally finish moving into their house! emma was sad to let go of her first home with everly, but she comes to love their newly purchased home in SoCal even more. emma and ellery have been besties this entire time! it's not often that the two of them are apart, finding it a comfort to have some sort of daily routine that helps them stay mentally okay. emma is more then glad to have dylan by her side at home, but she needs more then her fiancé to keep a level head.

emma doesn't have any upcoming projects, instead taking the time to work on herself and her mom life. everly james is everything to her! the little beauty who looks just like her mother is just under two years old when this pandemic really cracks down on california, and it takes a toll on emma when they're forced to spend her second birthday with just dylan's sister and mother.

emma tries her hardest to keep in contact with holland and crystal, often having facetime calls scheduled. she misses seeing her friends faces every day, but knows that their reunion will be so much sweater once everything is safe and reopened.

Scotland Reilly and Dylan O'Brien: i haven't introduced scotland to this blog yet, but she's my little bean, and the irl oc for leila martin! anyways, scotland and dylan have been so good and really enjoyed being home together for longer then a few weeks or broken apart months! they're coming up on their seventh dating anniversary, and beginning to talk about what the next step might look like. they're been living together since season two of teen wolf, which was a year before they started dating, but neither one is completely sold on whether they want to go through with marriage. they have no doubt that the rest of their lives will be spent happily together and as one, but the idea of getting married never really stuck out to them!

scotland has an eating disorder that goes hand in hand with OCD that manifested after a childhood of travel between modeling jobs and bicoastal co-parenting. she's been strictly a vegan for almost nine years as a way to ensure that she's always healthy and so she doesn't feel to guilt about the foods she's eating, but recently she's started to introduce chicken (which dylan is absolutely thrilled about) fish, and a few dairy products. being home has given her the chance to actually feel comfortable with how far she's willing to push past her comfort zones and find new things out about herself. she's also overly plagued by baby fever!

she had her head on dylan's chest one afternoon, scrolling through moodboard on her pintrest account when the cutest pastel themed nursery caught her attention. they're in no way ready for a baby, but scotland can just imagine a tiny baby the two of them sharing her eyes and strawberry hair but every other quality being strictly dylan's. they both think a baby is the perfect next step, but in a few years time when hopefully the pandemic has calmed down and it's not so high risk.

the conversation goes like that:

"baby." scotland coos, looking up at dylan whose entire focus is on the old baseball game. he hummed in her general direction, his fingers brushing through her hair absentmindedly. "can we have a baby?"

he has to pause the game after that question, his whiskey eyes wide and caught off guard. scotland giggles at his reaction, pressing a kiss to the dip between his collarbone, "not right now, silly! but one day, can we?"

they'd never really talked about kids. dylan knew she wanted a few, having grown up with a large family, but they were both at the high of their career and never had time to imagine little hands and feet.

"one day." he promises gently, "i'd like that."

#none of this is proof read or edited #but i can't help but think about what they're all doing #if i missed anybody let me know!#goldie styles #dad!harry #dylan o'brien #dylan sprayberry #ellie mccall #emma james #scotland reilly #maisie o’brien #chloe o’brien #chloe daniels #harry styles

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