#most of the terrible here is my handwriting tbh. well that and the lack of panel borders and body parts and general lack of effort

[bread--quest]

[ID: A sketchy pencil comic on lined paper of Sonder, who has large round glasses and curly hair. A line pointing to them says "Baby Sonder." Baby Sonder, holding a book and looking thoughtful, says "hmm... this 'great depression' thing sounds pretty scary!" She continues "hmm... according to my research..." "research" is marked with an asterisk leading to the footnote "reading books instead of learning social skills". Baby Sonder is shown standing in front of a large chalkboard (or something), with writing on it saying "adults = worried about money a lot," "not having enough money," "money: -job -savings -stealing? no money: -spending -losing -great depression," and "stock market??" She says "hmmmmmmm" in all caps. Then, raising a pointed finger, with a look of delight, she says "i've got it! if i get practice at being worried about money now, i'll be able to save lots of it for when i'm an adult, and then i won't have to worry as much later and i will (caps) win adulthood (end caps)". A little box indicates that it is now "years later." "Adult" Sonder (who looks exactly the same) stands there; smiling, but with haunted/distressed eyes, with an arrow pointing to xem reading "spent literally any amount of money." Xe says "why do i feel bad". End ID.]

i heard it was make a terrible comic day.... baby i've been making terrible comics for YEARS, i was BORN for this

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The Blind Date - Spencer

Request: I'd love one where the reader has dated around with no success (terrible tindr dates, disappointing connections through work, etc). Somehow her and Spence cross ways and go out. He treats her really well and looks at her like she's his world. Shes been dying to have a good man look at her like she's precious and melts at it 🥰

hey hi hello! im working though my requests lists faster than i thought lmao. i do have some ideas that i’ll work through but if you have an idea, my asks are still open. 

Warnings: if you hate dad!spencer, then you will hate part of this. But this is fluffy tbh. 

“Hey babe, look what I found!” You said, flipping through a stack of polaroids hidden away in another pointless stack of papers and other items. 

It was time to clean out the attic since all those dusty boxes were really filling up the space. It had been your dream to build a cave up there just for yourself, away from both your husband and your three kids. 

Spencer climbed up the stairs, squinting to see where you were as his eyes adjusted to the terrible lighting.

 “What did you find? Aside from Asbestos and lung disease… Are you sure you want to build something in here? I can’t imagine it being comfortable considering the way the house is made. There’s nothing to cool you down in the summer months and who knows how winter will fare here.” Spencer looked deeply concerned. 

“Spence, honey, would you come and look at this?” You held up the first ever picture you took of him, your first date written on the back of it in metallic sharpie with the words “I really like him…” in your handwriting. 

“‘I really like him?’ What’s that supposed to mean?” Spencer asked, bending over to look over your shoulder at the photo. In the photo, Spencer was giving the most awkward smile, one hand in the air in a semi-wave motion. He looked like his mom asked him for a photo and he was just doing it to make her happy. 

“I wrote this on our first date… I wasn’t even sure about going on the date before that night…” 

**10 years ago**

“Just one date.” JJ said. “You don’t have to love him but I know you’ll like him.” 

Your friend was insistent that she could set you up on the perfect blind date but you weren’t convinced. You went on so many different Bumble dates, had Tinder hook-ups, and even accepted John from marketing’s proposition to take you on a date last week. It ended in you faking food poisoning and having JJ pick you up from the restaurant because you didn’t have the heart to tell him that you didn’t want to hear about his mom’s weird growth that she needed to get checked out. He was supposed to be showing you pictures when you got back to the table but you knew that was going to definitely give you food poisoning. 

“JJ, if this goes south, I’m just going to swear off dating for a while.” You said, agreeing over the phone. 

“Great. He’ll pick you up at 5 pm for dinner and a horror movie tonight.” JJ said, hanging up before you could protest. 

A horror movie for a first date? What did she expect from you? You knew this wasn’t going to go well but you promised her that you would try. 

He was 15 minutes late. He kept you waiting for 15 minutes and for what? He better have a good explanation. In a huff, you swung your front door open to see if his car was even outside and you came face to face with a messy haired brunette with his arm raised to knock. 

“Hi.” He said, arm still frozen in the air. “I’m Dr. Spencer Reid.”

“What kind of medical doctor shows up late to a first date?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“Well, you see, I’m not that kind of doctor but that’s a common assumption. I have three Ph.Ds so you can say I’m more of a specialist in scholarly knowledge and I get to put it into practice with my job as a profiler at the FBI, which is how I got here. Not being in the FBI, per say, but being in the FBI with JJ. As to why I’m late, I was given information that I blindly followed from this other agent, Derek Morgan, which I probably should not have followed.” 

You noticed that Dr. Spencer Reid hadn’t taken a single breath until now. 

“Was that advice to piss me off before you even met me, Doctor not a doctor?” You said, still annoyed. 

You knew JJ had talked about Spencer before when you guys met for breakfast or girls’ night out. You didn’t think about what he looked like until now, though. He was pretty but not so pretty that he knew it. It was more like an understated thing. 

“He said that pissing you off in the beginning would give me a better chance of being able to woo you with my charm and charisma, to quote him exactly. I now realize the flaw in my thinking was that he would be correct and misunderstanding that he was kidding because JJ didn’t tell me you would be so beautiful and while I have a genius IQ, I’ve been told that I lack the social skills needed to accurately assess a situation where I have a beautiful woman staring at me like you want to punch me but also intrigued at the sight of me.” Spencer stopped and realized he still had his arm in the air and dropped it by his side. 

You stared at him quietly. You weren’t sure what to make of him but you did know that you were getting hungry. Your stomach growled loudly. 

“You’re a talker.” You said. “I appreciate that.” 

You turned to lock up the front door before dropping your keys in your bag. Walking to the car, he opened the door for you before you could put your arm out. You looked over at him, stunned. Other guys you “dated” didn’t do anything like that. Yeah, it was a simple thing but it was something that mattered at least a little bit to you.

“Wait.” You said, pulling a small Polaroid camera out of your bag. “Smile for the camera.” 

Spencer smiled, showing all of his teeth, and raised his hand in a wave. You hoped to god that wasn’t his real smile as you snapped the picture. The polaroid came out nicely, his face well lit, and you noticed that in the light, his purple shirt looked nice with the black skinny tie and black pants. 

“I like him” You wrote on the back of the polaroid in metallic marker before getting in the car.

The rest of the night was a breeze. Dinner was filled with intelligent conversation and responses beyond what any of your Tinder “Dates” could comprehend. He ordered the nicest wine on the menu and you nearly choked on your water. So he had money, check. That meant he wasn’t attempting to live off his friends’ couches like the last guy you went on a date with. He let you order whatever you wanted and didn’t care about how much or how little you ate. He didn’t make snide comments about how you should “slow down on the wine.” He didn’t want to make you run out of the building. He made you want more. Of him, of the night, of him. Oh and him. 

The movie was filled with jumpscares and things that were generally uncomfortable to watch but Spencer remained unphased. In fact, he nervously slipped his hand into yours about 20 minutes into the movie and you stayed like that the whole time. When you got particularly scared, he would talk to you in your ear and tell you about the inaccuracies of what was happening, straightening out the facts. As if any of the movie was logical, he kept talking to you like everything could make sense, and it calmed you down. You even found yourself leaning into him by the end of the night. 

When he took you home, that was a bittersweet ending to something you hoped would blossom. 

“Do you...” You started. 

“Can I...” He said at the same time. 

Mumbling a chorus of “you first,” you paused long enough for him to say it. 

“I enjoyed spending time with you tonight. When JJ said it was a blind date with her friend, I didn’t think I would enjoy it as much as I did. I don’t have the best luck with people so I thought I might mess this up too. I can only hope you had as much fun as I had...” He trailed off. 

“I did.” You said a little too quickly. “I mean... I enjoyed your company tonight.” 

There was a weird pause and you waited for him to do it but he kept staring at you. You had to do it, you decided. So you did. You kissed him. And at first he was tentative but then he really got into it. 

“Okay, wow.” You said, finally breaking away. “Do you want to come in? I don’t really want this to end...” You said. 

“Yes.” 

****** 

Spencer was sitting on the floor next to you as you recounted your thoughts on that night to him. Sure, he remembered it but he didn’t remember it like you remembered it and that was what kept him intrigued. 

“Y/n,” Spencer said, looking over at you. “I was 15 minutes late because I was standing at the door practicing my opening line.” 

You looked back at him and you knew the look he was giving you, the one he had given you every time you saw him since that first night. He was staring at you like you were the only thing that mattered. 

“What had you planned to say?” You asked, completely curious. 

“Baby, are you on fire? Because you’ve got me all hot.” He said, looking down at his hand, which you suddenly noticed was holding yours. You were so caught up in telling the story that you didn’t realize what was happening around you. 

You burst out laughing. “Spencer, that’s the worst thing I’ve ever heard you say.” 

He smiled and looked up at you through his glasses. When your laughter finally died down, you were able to concentrate on him again. He was staring at you in that weird way again. Ever since your first date, he always gave you that look. 

“What?” You said, still smiling. 

“Nothing in particular.” He said, looking over at the staircase. Your 7-year-old was climbing up the stairs. 

“Mommy? Daddy? What’s going on? Did daddy tell a funny joke?” She asked, walking over to sit in her father’s lap. 

You looked over at them as she got comfortable. He kissed the top of her head and went back to staring at you. 

“Yes but it’s a joke you won’t get until you’re much older. And one you won’t hear until you’re much older, if ever.” You said poking her belly. 

“Hey, why don’t we go fix lunch?” Spencer said, putting your daughter back on her feet and standing up. 

“That sounds good.” You said, thinking about how hungry you were. 

Standing up, Spencer stopped you for a second while your daughter climbed down. 

“Can we come back up here once the kids are asleep and go through more of those photos? I remember each one you’ve taken of me but I want to know why. You never explain, even now.” He pulled you into a tight hug. 

“Sure. I have enough stories to fill hours of dates.” 

“You know I loved you since that first photo, right?” He said, kissing your cheek. 

“Really? You’ll have to tell me about your version of some of the dates one day.”

_____________

Okay we had a flashback sequence for this one. i tried to keep it simple so there wasn’t a lot of flashing back and forth. I wanted to make that as long as possible bc idk if anyone wants more, honestly. 

ANYWAY HELLO im so sorry for my longass one-shots

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Joker x Oc/Reader You're Insane - Part 2

Hello guys,

So this will be my new fanfiction series I'll focus on once Deadly Voice is finished, but because I'm having a momentary lapse in imagination and ideas for Deadly Voice I thought I give this one a go for the moment as I still wanted to write.

Firstly - yes this I've changed the name - it use to be called That's You, but I didn't like that name (I'm not sure about this name either but we'll see)

Secondly - I am writing this as a Arkham Joker Fan fiction, but tbh, if you can imagine it working for any other Joker I won't take offense if you want to see it as a Jaredleto Joker or whatever other Joker you want (personally Arkham Joker is just my favourite)

Thirdly - Yes I have changed from third person to first person - I just naturally write in first person so I stopped fighting it - sorry if that's annoying, i'll keep it in first person from now on!

Fourthly - Yes I have put a name to the character in the first chapter - I will keep it, but feel free to turn it into a reader fan fiction in your own mind!

My writing is what you make it!

Anyway, I think that's it - hope you enjoy! :)

MASTERLIST

You're Insane MASTERLIST

 I was fed up.

I had been sat at my new desk all day working non-stop - not that the desk was new – in fact it looked to be the oldest and most worn out one in the entire room. This was not made any better by the fact the view was terrible – there was none - it was literally a pillar. A pillar.

If I wanted to see the rest of the room I had to crane my neck around the huge thing. This meant that I missed out on all the interesting things that actually took place around me – like the thugs brought in or the brawls that broke out amongst the criminals in the holding cells. I felt so left out from the rest of the things going on I even wished I could see the other officers arguing over whose case was whose or who had taken the last donut.

But no.

It was just me and the pillar.

Great.

I let out a long sigh in defeat.

I had honestly really hoped that I’d have been put on a case straight away – a foolish hope I now realised. The captain of GCPD had done exactly what every other male in the room had done when I had walked in. Tagged me by my gender and decided I would have to prove myself to some extraordinary standard that no man ever had to.

That meant I was not yet ‘good enough’ – despite my rigorous training and high grades to land this job in the first place – to be put on a case. Instead, I had been landed with all the paperwork that the older officers couldn’t be bothered to do.

So, whilst they were out roaming the streets and responding to calls, I was sat writing out all their reports they felt were too boring to waste their own time on. I couldn’t complain though. That would only set me even further away from getting a chance on a case – no one liked a whiner. Especially no a girl.

So, I had spent the entire day slowly whittling my way through the pile I had been given, writing up document, after document of petty crimes and inappropriate behaviour which only ever added up to a night or two in a cell.

I pulled the next blank report in front of me, shaking my right hand where it was cramping – and had been for the last two hours. I glanced back at my pile – at least I was now over 2/3rds of the way through, I observed thankfully. This would be the last for the day, I told myself.

I had hoped to get them all done before I left, but the evening was wearing on and I was already the last person in the main hall - most of the officers off on evening duty or already retired for the night. I peered around the large stone pillar and noted all the empty desks sat forlorn in the darkness, the only decent light in the room coming from the small lamp sat on the desk next to me, pouring a warm glow on my paperwork.

I had been debating staying late to finish the work, but I had overestimated my ability, my eyes dropping, my mind making mistakes, and my handwriting becoming messier as the muscles in my hand protested.

My plan was simple for this place was simple - complete all the menial tasks I was given as quickly and thoroughly as possible until they eventually ran out of things for me to do – then they would be forced to let me on a case.

I rubbed at my eyes, trying to fight back her heavy lids, God knew how long it would take though for my plan to work. I stretched my arms up over my head, feeling my joints click from the lack of movement. I glanced back down at the empty document in front of me, waiting to be filled, and let out a loud groan in defeat.

I dropped my arms back down, shuffling unenthusiastically through the papers on my desk for the sheet of notes complied for me to fill in the documents, pulling it into place to the side of me. I then turned back to the blank report and filled out the usual details - the report number, the date, the address, the officer that reported to the scene etc. Then I read the next box on the report.

NAME OF OFFENDER:

I yawned widely, turning to the notes on my left.

UNKNOWN

I frowned. Weird, I thought, maybe this was a new criminal that had refused to disclose their identity – maybe they were running his prints or researching into him.

I turned to the next box.

ALIAS:

I glanced once again at my notes,

JOKER.

I could feel my eyes widen and my heart rate increase excitedly. The Joker. This was the case Harvey had refused for me to look at earlier. I couldn’t help but grin – finely something interesting - maybe paperwork wasn’t so bad after all – I might even enjoy filling this one in

I shifted in my seat, more awake now, and settled myself in to read the report as I copied the notes across.

TARGET: Gotham General Hospital

Why attack a hospital?

POINT OF ENTRY/EXIT:  Entry – Unknown              Exit – 2nd Floor Window

Jeez, I thought, he’d jumped from a 2nd story window? I kept reading, really intrigued now.

METHOD OF ATTACK: chemical/gas, Knife.

Chemicals? Gas? I had more questions than answers now.

NARRATIVE:

The Joker was reported to have been seen at Gotham General Hospital at 02:56. Upon police arrival all exits were blocked off and the hospital was stormed. Security reported blocking the assailant into the left wing of the hospital. Upon gaining access numerous staff members were found poisoned by the so-called ‘laughing gas’ or stabbed to death, others had wounds that may still prove fatal.

Upon my command, all rooms were searched by officers of the GCPD – no patients appeared to have been harmed by the attacker, but it was noted that a graffitied letter had been written above numerous beds (See attached picture).

I stopped my writing to dig through my notes once more. Sure enough, there – attached to the by a paper clip to the back of my notes - were several photographs, each of different rooms and each with a letter written above them in bright red paint that spelled TOLGELOWBEM.

I then noted a small black number in the right-hand corner of each of the photos that indicated the room number each picture was taken in. I immediately rearranged the photos in the order they would have been in, had you walked down the hospital corridor, soon realising it was spelling something out.

GET WELL BOOM

I was left with one last picture.

This one wasn’t of a patient’s room, but of a door whose lock had been busted open by something that had singed the wood around it. There was no letter this time either, instead - drawn with the same red paint – there was a large red smiling face, much like a emoticon or sticker you’d get from a teacher at school -  but this face had eyebrows drawn on, low and pointed, which gave it a menacing, almost bloody thirsty look.

I turned back to writing out the report,

The message led me to believe a blast was planned and I directed fellow officers to evacuate patients immediately.

Unfortunately, the explosion occurred only moments later, and – though the explosives were deemed to be small scale and destroyed only the medical supply closet and the room’s adjacent – we still lost Officer Raden and 2 patients. Others sustained reasonable injuries.

The Joker’s whereabouts were confirmed to me later when I approached a fellow officer amongst the patrol cars outside Gotham General, who informed me that witnesses had seen a man jumping from the 2nd floor before the explosion had occurred. By the time any officers reported to this area there were no traces of the criminal.

Later the patient’s rooms were searched again for evidence, however the only thing that was found was a playing card under the pillows in each bed. (see picture).

I flung my notes around again, looking for the missing picture. Finally, I saw it hidden beneath my finished pile of reports. I pulled it out. It was a picture of a playing card – the Joker card. Clearly, he left a calling card.

I placed the picture aside, and continued with the report.

STOLEN VEHICLE: N/A

RECOVERED BY: N/A

STOLEN PROPERTY: UNKNOWN

TOTAL STOLEN: UNKNOWN

TOTAL RECOVERD: N/A

TOTAL DAMAGED: PROCESSING

I finished off writing up the rest of the little nitty gritty boxes – though I felt like I was filling in UNKNOWN or N/A a lot – and finally signed it. I leant back in my rickety chair, staring at the finished document, my imagination whirling with the information, painting the scene in my own mind.

Damn, I wished I had been there. I had spent my whole life – particularly the last few years during my studying - just reading about these things. Now I was finally in the position to be a part of it and I was still held back, forced to sit here and write till my hand no longer functioned.

I scowled at my desk, now thoroughly fed up. I definitely needed to go to bed.

But at the same time, I knew now sleep would escape me, my mind too busy working on the case.

Why make the effort to write the message on the wall? I wondered. Why hint at what was about to happen? Why not just do what you came to do and get out of there before the police had come? The guy had wasted precious time by doodling on the walls and door – it was risky and unnecessary – so why?

And what had he actually been there for? The report gave no indication if anything had been stolen but there had been a few deaths – had he been there to murder someone? But if he had, why an explosion? Why not just slip into the room – like he had obviously been able to do – and kill them with the knife or this ‘laughing gas’ poison – whatever that was – instead of taking out a huge chunk of the hospital? He might have even been able to get away with that and be miles away before every knew. And why leave the playing card behind?

It was a weird crime. An odd crime. Nothing really made sense. I didn’t know if it was due to the lack of details or the just the crime itself.

I read through the report again. Every aspect seemed confusing to me, excessive, theatrical. It was like the crime alone was too boring for the guy, he had to make it more dramatic.

This man was definitely intriguing, I thought with a frown - nothing he did made any sense. I just wished I could know a bit more about him, but Harvey had been adamant about keeping the case file away from me.

Suddenly I sat up, glancing around the pillar and surveying the room again. No one in sight. I knew there was a chance some people were still in the building – the forensic team seemed to be the type to stay late - but the main hall that I – and Detective Bullock’s desk – sat in was empty.

I stood up abruptly, stretching again, letting a few more joints pop, before I gave the room another glance around, and then headed for my target across the room.

 It was a long shot that it would be there, but it wouldn’t hurt to check.

His desk was a mess. There was a cup of cold coffee sat at the top of the desk, next to which, sat an empty takeaway container which seemed to have been home to something rather greasy. I wrinkled my nose in disgust at the lingering scent coming from the polystyrene box, trying to focus my attention on the rest of the desk which was filled with papers stamped marked with coffee stains and completely out of order.

I wasn’t a neat freak, but this was ridiculous.

I carefully sifted through the papers, trying not to move them too much from their original position – though I doubted he’d notice – all the time searching for one key word – Joker.

I had no luck on the desk top, so I turned to the few drawers underneath, praying that Harvey was as lazy and cocky as he looked, and wouldn’t have bothered to lock them.

My suspicions were correct and the first draw I pulled at opened easily, revealing note pads hidden amongst a number of chocolate wrappers. No sign of the file.

I frowned, dropping down to the next drawer. This one was stiffer and I had to wriggle it a bit to work it open. Eventually it slid free and I dug around amongst a few scraps of paper and memos to finally find a pile of case files.

I lifted them out all out, flicking through them until, there - the fourth one in – was the ‘Joker’s’.

I grinned triumphantly, carefully replacing the rest of the pile back in the drawer and sliding it closed again, before I skipped quickly back to my desk – though the chance of anyone catching me was slim – her heart pounding from the risk I had took and the excitement of my find.

Safely seated back in my uncomfortable wooden chair, I unfolded the file on my desk.

The first thing that caught my attention was the lack of picture of the person in question. It surprised me for a moment, but it was possible that whatever photo they had was being used to hand out to people when questioning for his whereabouts.

I didn’t waste too much attention on this peculiarity, focusing instead on the rest of the file.

NAME: UNKNOWN          ALIAS: JOKER

GENDER: MALE                 HEIGHT: 6’5”                      WEIGHT: 192IBS

ADDRESS: UNKNOWN

PREVIOUS CONVICTION(S):  THEFT, ARMED ROBBERY, MURDER, ARSON, KIDNAPPING … –

He was a criminal – that was sure given his very extensive list of criminal acts – but why had Harvey been so insistent on not letting me see this information? As far as I could see, there was nothing that unusual about him – so what made him different to any other criminal? Or was Harvey going to act like this about every case? Did he just think I couldn’t handle the ‘big scary criminals’?

I read the file again, the information was vague and not very detailed – maybe people knew him enough about him it didn’t need to be written down?

The only odd thing I could see was that he had no name – did he really have no name? And – something that just caught my eye – he was an escapee from Arkham Asylum – the looney house just outside of the city.

That might explain the oddness of his most recent crime.

But how had a mad man managed to escape from the prison-like asylum? And surely a raving lunatic running around the streets of Gotham wasn’t difficult to find, right?

So why had he been free for – I glanced at the date of his escape – over 2 months!

Surely someone had seen him by now? Tracked him down?

I raised an eyebrow at the file in confusion - was I missing something?

I spent a few more moments reading over the case file and the report again, only becoming more frustrated with the increase of questions in my mind and the lack of information I had.

Eventually I gave up. I tidied up my desk ready for my return the following morning, dreading the pile of work that still remained on my desk. Finally, I reluctantly closed the Joker’s case file – after convincing myself there was no way I could get away with taking it home - and returned it silently to the drawer in Harvey’s desk.

I grabbed my stuff and headed out of the old building and back to my flat, my mind still filled with the enigma that was the ‘Joker’.

I was sure of one thing.

I wanted in on this case.

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(so this is a newish fan fiction of mine and I wasn't sure if anyone was interested so I tagged my Deadly voice list - let me know if you don't want to be tagged in this one and I'll remove you from the future list!)

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Riposte: Answers to the questions from Babeworld

We were SO happy with the answers to the questions. They were so insightful and beautiful – exactly what we wanted. What made them even more lovely is that neither knew what the other was writing, so it gave us a sense of intimacy and insight into how they each viewed their friendship as individuals. There were also really beautiful moments where they both describe the same event, such as moving in with each other, yet from their own perspective which creates such an interesting narrative.

Georgina’s Answers

Alright lids

I tried my very very best to hand write my answers but I have acrylic nails and joined up writing. It was hard! And I kept misspelling everything which I guess could be like hehe how authentic and cute but I deno i dont even have dyslexia I just make up spellings cos I know my iPhone will correct me. I can handwrite like a few sentences here and there cos I do like the aesthetic and my handwriting is kinda cute ngl.

Anyway

What about Ashleigh makes you feel joy?

Her tenacity.

How do you think Ashleigh has changed you as a person?

Ashleigh's effect on my personal growth as boring as it may sound has been in like, practical ways. Like teaching me where to apply for mental health help, showing how to access benefits (actually she did the whole form for me) and like taking me to my first AA meeting and holding my hand. With patience and just overall validating my addictions and illnesses she’s given me the tools to make positive changes in my life. Before we met I hadn’t really had many successful friendships having one year expiration date on close relationships before they begin to break down or require distance because I’m so mentally messed up (plot twist-ours became the latter). Relationships are tough, yeno?

What’s one of your favourite memories of Ashleigh?

This is tough because what may be surprising to people is that we’ve only known each other like a couple of years maybe less (I’m terrible with numbers so this could be a lie) but like in the grand scheme of things it’s been brief. And within that time we’ve had so many life altering experiences and relationships and artistic opportunities and traumas and episodes and living situations and laughs. So much happens. I think probably being able to watch her achieve things like a first in her degree, a place at RCA etc where we can cry happy tears at the sight of personal and professional growth.

Has your relationship evolved since you first met?

Definitely. In the beginning I feel like we thrived in codependency spending every waking moment together and sharing a bed. There was comfort in this new found friendship where there was a natural give and take. We wanted to help each other excel emotionally and academically and creatively- seeing each others potential. We were also in between turning points. For Ashleigh it was education and for me it was work. Now our relationship has grown up and matured. I’m content in that our life events won’t always align and it’s okay to explore things as individuals whilst never failing to come back together and return to that sister-like dynamic that is always there.

What were your first impressions of Ashleigh?

First impressions were weird because I was looking for a room in a houseshare where the deposit wasn't crazy and they allowed cats. I was in desperation mode and looking to impress haha. Ashleigh was my point of contact and her facebook pictures presented a mysterious and arty character. I was intimidated by her honestly. I thought she was too cool for me. Cool and well liked, seemingly without trying, and I was shy.

If you could take an attribute from Ashleigh and swap it with one of your own what would it be?

Definitely her admin skills. Anything that requires like problem solving and logic. She’s a pure wiz at adobe, can make a spreadsheet, will keep on top of emails and is productive 12 hours a day. That kind of like natural incentive to work and organise myself and others is something I was not born with. And this extends into her personal life- she has successful interpersonal relationships and life long friends and I truly believe it’s down to her ability of knowing how to compartmentalise everything as well as being a good friend/daughter/girlfriend. Me? I’d lose a friend down the side of a couch or leave my two years late smear test at the back of a bus.

If you could sing a karaoke duet with Ashleigh, what song would you choose?

Break Up Bye Bye by the Frock Destroyers to live out our cock destroyers fantasy

What is your favourite way to spend time with Ashleigh?

As nice as meetings at big institutions, hosting lectures and performing at events are- we can’t wait to get home for a maccies *ashleigh’s apple music recently played playlist plays softly in the background* discussing ideas, stories, aspirations and discourse.

What is Ashleighs hidden talent?

It is her creativity. She credits everyone’s influence but often can’t acknowledge the independent creativity that lies within her.  Within art institutions it’s easy to feel boxed off as a practical person or a conceptual thinker- it’s always logic versus creativity and sometimes we aren’t allowed to believe they can overlap. Her hidden talent is her artistic talent. Hidden from her by herself and hidden from her by the people that are supposed to shine a light on it.

Describe Ashleigh in three words

Tall, Traumatized, Gay

Ashleigh’s Answers

What’s the best thing about being friends with Georgina?

It’s rare to find a friend who you can admit your wrong-doings to and not be judged. It’s also rare to find a friend who helps you use these wrong-doings to become a better person: G is that friend.

Describe Georgina in three words

Trauma, poor and under rated.

What were your first impressions of Georgina?

This girl needs help. Nah I’m joking to be honest the first time we met it was in a weird situation - she was coming around to try and find a house for her and her son (cat) and i wanted to help a fellow poor girlTM in need so she moved straight in. She seemed standoffish and cold, but later i realised she was just overworked and underpaid. She grew on me like a weird rash, I'm pretty sure I did the same to her.

Has your relationship with Georgina evolved since you first met?

Meeting G went from us both being like “who is this bitch.” to “she’s my bitch”. From then on she’s become my art wife, best friend, carer and collaborator, and I would probably have to throw myself off a cliff if she were to cut ties. I think i see so much of myself in her, she’s become of the people i do look up to the most- in a healthy way i promise!!

what’s one of your favourite memories of Georgina?

I think when we landed our first commission and i told her and we both sat and were like ‘we got this. we can do this” emphasis on the we. Being estranged from your family and feeling no one understands you is so isolating, so to feel part of a community, even if it’s just two of you, was such a big moment for me.

how do you think Georgina has change you as a person?

Before i met Georgina I was ashamed to admit i grew up on a council block, ate pasta and sauce and wore primark trackies. She’s basically helped me embrace my authentic self (ew cringe) - but for real! Since meeting G i’ve become more politically engaged, able to express my blackness and owned my disability. She’s taught me to be unapologetically me, and for that I am forever grateful. Babeworld wouldn’t exist without her, she showed me that being an artist doesn’t have to be this firm set of middle class ideals- but rather a safe space for me to express and vocalise my feelings. She constantly uses her privilege (particularly of being white and non disabled) to stand up for me, educate others and give me the support i need to do it for myself also. I’ll come in all guns blazing if you try and be ableist to me now, and I have G to thank for that.

what about Georgina makes you feel joy?

It’s so important to have that one friend who you can just fully vent to. She is a born listener, and a born learner. She takes it upon herself to continue to educate herself about marginalised groups and find ways to support them. the world would be a better place if we had more Georginas.

what’s your favourite way to spend time with Georgina?

I would say a codeine-binge but I don’t want to glamourise prescription drugs taking so: A three course maccies with the footy on sitting nowhere near each other because we have bodily contact. The occasional awkward eye contact as we reach for the last crisp.

what is Georgina‘s hidden talent?

I’d tell you but it’s a trade secret.

if you could take an attribute from Georgina and swap it with one of your own what would it be?

Confidence. I have a weird overconfidence which i wish i could slice in half and give to her because tbh, mines excessive and hers is massively lacking. Someone who actually has as much talent as her deserves to snap her fingers like a princess.

if you could sing at karaoke duet with Georgina what song would you choose?

You don’t want me to sing trust me. Think dying cat meets teenagers during the voice breaking phase of pubity. But if you really want to hurt yourself like that it would HAVE to be The Best- Giggs. It features a scouse rapper and that accent sends me sideways.