#norweigian books

[thepissprophet]

I was reminded of a book I had as a child that I kinda liked. Looked around online for an English copy, but came to find it was only every printed in its original Norwegian or Chinese.

The book was Verden har ingen hjørner (The World has no Corners) by Svein Nyhus.

The only English translation I really got was from Maagerø & Østbye (2012). In which they analyze a few of the "spreads" (each two pages has one set of writing associated. Can just be one sentence or quite a few. All written in poetical phrase. Pretty, but real hard to translate) .

Anyway, I really want to be able to share this my English speaking (and reading) friends, so I thought I'd very roughly translate the book. The research article's translation of course are far superior, I have not the first clue how to translate not just the meaning but poetry of a writing. Maybe one of the people around me know someone who can fluently read Norwegian or Chinese, lol.

Note: The version I have access to is the 2005 Chinese version, I used ArchChinese to translate. I can't really understand what tense is being used, so the tense for the translation is all over the place. I am not fluent in Chinese.

Spread 8 in this version ends with "But I can never become a lady/women. | And I can never be an African." -> um, huh, I think I prefer the version Maagerø & Østbye (2012) was using I guess, because their version said "And I can never be a baby again". At least only one sentence is eyebrow raising, not both!

(yeah, they technically can be fairly innocent comments. You cannot change your race or ethnicity, if your know your gender you know it, but in a wider cultural context they really don't work)

> images from Maagerø & Østbye (2012), Svein Nyhus' website and the 2009 blog (that seems to be teaching how to make art), this nordic theater website, some other of Nyhus' blogs (?)

Victor is seated within a paper-box, and peers out. (Maagerø & Østbye, 2012)

This is the world, thought Victor.

And the world is bigger than thousand and thousand

enormous mountains.

But nevertheless, it all fits inside my head,

Victor thinks. (Maagerø & Østbye, 2012)

2.

Invisible things keep falling into my head all the time. 

It’s my thoughts coming and escaping and escaping and coming all day. 

Because nobody can hammer the thoughts in with nails (Maagerø & Østbye, 2012).

3.

A piece of bread is but a lot of crumbs,

A wave is but a lot of droplets.

I am also but a assemblage of many smaller constituents. (adjusted wording to keep the poetic flow in English)

Just like how my skin wrap them up and hold them in place. (I don't think this translate right, but this is what I got)

4.

My eyes see, my ears hear.

My teeth peeps out my mouth.

5.

I’m not very big.

I only have two short arms and two small hands,

that cannot reach the chocolate in the cupboard. 

But I can do boxing.

My legs are rather strong.

That is good.

As there is a long way to go, 

and it’s not obvious that the world will wait for me. (Maagerø & Østbye, 2012)

6.

My arm is a robot, it does what I want it to do.

But sometimes, if I do not manage my arm well, it would do something clumsy and I make a mistake.

7.

My shoes has a tiny space at the front,

A suitable distance,

I will grow into it.

Without me knowing, my feet were growing and growing. 

My eyes getting larger and larger.

So I have to get new clothes.

Thus someone will have to get scissors and cut my hair.

8.

I shall become a man I don’t know now.

Because one day there will grow a beard in my face,

and I will get long legs,

and my voice will be heavy and strange,

and I can shout.

But I can never become a lady.

And I can never be a baby again. (Maagerø & Østbye, 2012)

9.

[intentionally blank] (was this censored in my version?)

10.

There’s food in the fridge,

they look very sweet when I’m hungry, because I want to grow,

you have to eat more. 

Like, I can eat a pig, 

but I can’t eat a rock,

The stone has no flesh on its body.

We killed a pig,

put the pork on a plate,

the pigs could no longer oink.

11.

[intentionally blank] (maybe it was censored in my version)

12.

I am more than me./ I am not only me

I am still a carrier

Because even when I am clothed, 

There is still dirt beneath my nails, 

There is still food in my stomach

And a bird stands in my hair.

13.

The blanket upon my bed isn’t hot, it’s just a cover.

While my body is a heat making machine,

To prevent heat from dissipating,

Every night, my mother places a cover over me.

Dad covers himself with his own cover

14.

Houses have roofs

So the rain doesn’t get in.

Houses has floors

So I don’t step on snails, ants and very long earthworms.

When I close my eyes,

The walls become invisible.

Yet, I can still feel them.

I know behind this door there is another room. 

15.

The world is full of things.

There are things on the table, there are things beneath the chair, there are things in the cupboard.

So there are boxes/chests and boxes and drawers 

and flies hanging upside down on the ceiling.

16.

Chairs never sit down,

It stands for its whole life.

Golden rays crawl across the floor.

17.

Up in the attic has more boxes and stuff, spider webs hang upon the walls.

It scorches in summer and freezes in winter there. 

Upon the floorboards stared back a family of eyes.

Yet the spider web is so quiet/silent, so quiet/silent.

Maybe the spider is singing, but I just can’t hear it?

When I turn my back, maybe the spiders are laughing at me and I just can’t see

18.

There exists many instruments.

For example, guitar.

It doesn’t talk.

It sings.

Mum can also sing.

A big drum can talk.

A small drum hear everything.

19.

There are many dads.

Some play violin.

Some hammer nails into walls.

And more appear in downtown stores and on the TV.

There are also many mums.

She wears a bun and skintight clothes.

Dress the same colour as the walls. 

Dad sits laughing in the chair.

His pants has many buttons, pant pockets full of nails.

20.

Dad has a necktie.

Strangling the neck, the neck constricted by the necktie.

21.

In the photo, nana is a little girl.

Mum had not been born yet.

I hadn’t been born yet. I did not exist.

Maybe I was that shadow at the back of nana’s photo.

Grandpa (paternal) is that tree beside the church.

Once, grandpa had a big black car and arms covered with strange designs.

What about great grandma? She lays upon the bed in the house waning away with age. 

22.

Nana also has a photo of me.

It has been placed away in a shoebox.

Tied around the box is a thick ribbon (string).

That way, my photo can’t run away.

23.

In great grandma’s room, in her fruit bowl, are a few pears.

In the air above the pears, are tiny, black flying insects.

Maybe they are angels?

Maybe they are here to take great grandma away [to the afterlife]?

Despite how heavy great grandma is.

24.

In the sky there is the sun shining on all the cars,

and there are clouds and there God lives.

Gods sits there waiting and waiting,

and God has a very long ladder

and a very heavy piano which falls over when there is thunder.

The ladder goes down to granddad at the graveyard.

He is not alive and cannot eat his food.

Because people grow till they cannot grow any more.

Then they die.

And mice die and cats die,

and the flowers dry in the vase and fall down on the table.

And everything disappears at the roadside. This I have seen.

But in the earth the potatoes lie and talk to each other

and want to get up in the light. (Maagerø & Østbye, 2012)

25.

We cannot breath anymore after we die.

Because death is like a taut/stretched sweater.

We will [all] become the dust beneath the sofa.

I don’t want to die.

I prefer to become a firefighter.

26.

Walking atop the church courtyard wall fences is fun.

I must stretch out my arms like a pair of wings, otherwise I’d lose my balance and hurt myself (by falling).

In the church courtyard, lived the priest. / The Father/priest lived in the church courtyard.

Beneath the pillar of the wooden roof beam lived the centipede. / the centipede lived beneath the pillar of the wooden roof beam. 

27.

My legs hold up my stomach/torso, my shoulders hold up my head. 

The walls hold up the roof,

The woods hold up the air/atmosphere,

The air/atmosphere holds up the sun.

But then no one/nothing holds up the ants on the (dirt) mound. 

The ants on the mound must support themselves.

28.

Over the tall hills, towers/stand the city.

Inside, the city is full of colours and noise, their hustle and bustle surrounding me. (used hustle and bustle because more familiar english expression. The text I have more literally translates to "revolving and shouting")

Tall not short, fast not slow.

Inside the city is a tunnel with two exits, but only one tall slope for uphill and downhill (traffic).

Behind that tall tower/spire is a bridge crossing over a stream. A bridge is a roof for the ships and fishes. 

A train whistles in the distance, carriage wheels rolling. 

Many little screws coming together to form a whole factory/machine/train.

But one square, and it cannot roll. 

A square/cube can only sink and stand silently.

29.

The forest has no cities.

The forest has twigs and birds, and huge animals that no one owns. 

And floors covered in ants.

Animals hide away, so I cannot see them, so I would believe they don’t exist. 

But I am still on the hill, finding tracks. I am still able to hear the crickets in the tussock.

Rocks all look the same. Because they live for too long.

But they don’t say anything, because they are tired, they only want to sleep. 

30.

A tree can be as old as great grandma. 

But a golden yellow flower cannot live that long. 

31.

Then are some colours a family?

Is dark green light green’s older brother?

Is red the currently angry father of this family?

32.

Many types of animals can be found.

For example a little bug.

It can’t jump about.

A cat stuck along the slender branch it climbed.

But a bird can carry its two legs over the roof, and over the clouds.

So only a bird can lift itself. 

33.

There are also many things that cannot be found.

Dragons don’t exist.

Monsters don’t exist.

Humongous monsters/demons also don’t exist.

Yet crocodiles exist.

Genuine/Real volcanoes also exist

Hearing dad tell us we still have bats outside the house.

34.

The ant next to another ant are still different ants though they look the same. 

While all the ants are small, some will pee on the branch. 

Pigs don’t pee on themselves.

Because pigs don’t wear pants.

35.

In the ocean whales swim like big trucks.

Jellyfish like red and blue lights.

All those in the depths become pitch black, though the water is clear.

There lies an old rusty ship.

Fish are in the sea. Fish in the sea are gleaming.

Because they are always wet, you cannot see when they are crying.

36.

I can control the shoes I wear.

But I cannot control the rain.

Rain falls on the body of the dog, the prince, and the poverty stricken wife.

All getting soaked. 

37.

But my shadow won’t get soaked.

When I enter the house, they’ll always be dry.

Shadows endure all/everything.

They don’t have a body, they do what they want.

Doesn’t say a word when they leave.

Because shadows are like winds. Wind and shadows cannot be captured by anyone. No one can tie them up with a rope/string.

The wind blew past my cheeks, past my pants, until my eyes watered.

The wind searches for its body.

It carefully peeks beneath the paper and inside the plastic bag, but it wouldn’t find anything.

Because the wind cannot be seen, see, or perceive things.

38.

I am stronger than a storm/hurricane.

Because while a storm can topple a whole tree, it cannot rip out the lawn.

I sure can.

39.

Sometimes, the sky are white as angels.

The wind, lightly descending down upon the climb I climbed, bringing its cold.

Then, it is night. Then, I must go home.

The light has left, vanishing into a black sea with many little holes.

Thus my shadow spread everywhere to cover the whole world.

Thus an inky man in the inky darkness stands behind the house, saying not a word. 

40.

There are millions upon millions of stars in the sky.

There are millions upon millions of sand grain on the beach.

But there is only that one stunning moonlight.

Yet, when the moonlight is the guard of night, I don’t need a torch.

41.

My dream was in the far darkness beyond the sky.

When night came temporarily as a guest. 

But dreams don’t have to be blank darkness and unseen.

I can see dreams.

I can feel it on my legs and inside my stomach.

When I have my eyes closed beneath the blankets, I walk onto an extensive/infinite blue path.

This path leads to every place in the world.

42.

Maybe I can fly when I am asleep?

43.

The shoes rest on the rug,

the shadow rests on the chair,

the wall is reflected in the mirror.

A seed lies in the earth.

Victor moves his legs.

Yes, these are my legs.

And these are my arms.

I grow a little all the time.

And now I’m a little bigger

than I was a time ago.

This Victor thinks in the paper box.  (Maagerø & Østbye, 2012)

[morning-357]

SUP TUMBLR

so last time... go back to the first post (ill make a tag prob)

so the druid and dragonborn are led by this cult into a big room and as the previous poll decided, there was a massive room ready to play hellish tic-tac-toe

im hipped! i love this game! Im thinking, "this'll be great! they cant ruin this! everything will be fine!" ... my poor poor optimism...

the following events occur in an order that i forgot:

“My stomachs growling. I haven’t eaten in a while” -Druid

How to beat Rock Paper Scissors: pelt with rocks (to decide who goes first

evil (norweigian??) elf is cult leader

are going up against this six armed lady who plays this game for a living

play five rounds and ech time the players move around the board, the dragonborn does an investigation to find a way out

and then... oh gods...

they roll high stealth to blend in

grab some stones

druid get a 26 for throwing so he hits: the face in the wall that talks + sad, the lever to open the door, the door, and then the face of the woman they are fighting

and then A NAT 20. ON ACROBATICs. WITH THE CHAIRS. TO GET TO THE OTHERSIDE OF THE ROOm

and lastly, the dragonborn rolls a nat 1 to hit the cult leader so he smacks himself with the stone

they run around

get to another room with a book in glass

BREAK THE GLASS (they were supposed to just lift the glass

(TT-TT)

cult tries to stop them

Dragonborn calls the cult out on their bs -> leads to them having a crisis

magical scream gets most of their attention and 95% of them run off

once again, the dynamic duo successfully hide in the 5% left

[shyningstarlyt-blog]

[skittidyne]

Speaking of ocs how is it going for bbac originale? Unless I missed something, but I haven't seen any news updates lately 😊

Have you decided on names and personalities for the characters? (I remember that you had some names down.)

Wishing you a happy new year! 😊

(I hope this doesn't come across as pushy, I've been lowkey excited for originale ever since you announced it; I can't wait to be able to buy a physical copy and have it on my shelf)

oh i LOVE you, anon! :>

the first book of bbac originale is completed! it's been edited, looked at by a few people, and ready for querying, and i just... haven't queried any agents (even tho i have a list! with tiers!) because it's scary .w.

but anyway, yeah, names and personalities are pretty set, haha. i guess i've been coy about it, but i can outline at least some of the main cast here! because they're great.

vivienne sayre: korean, wavy black hair, short, fat, undead, our main character, somehow even more of a mad scientist than suga was. she's a huge nerd and so fun to write. also the fact that she's short and has a v tall gf is equally great to write. enthusiastic about magic and her job, at least when it's not something like tracking down a demon summoning.

natalie stirling: ambiguously physically described bc why not, but she has bangs at least. that is her one unit of recurring specific description. our precog psychic who is doing the best she can. she doesn't affect much so others think she's creepy, but well, she doesn't mind since there are bigger things to do right now.

thomas novak: ambiguously white, scruffy, black hair usually in half man bun, has a great smile, and he's sexy popular and he knows it. he's eyebright coven's golden child, the strongest witch in generations, but too bad he's since learned that that sort of power and fame doesn't get him what he really wants. but it's okay, since he's used to doing things on his own. is creeped out by vivienne since she's the one thing he killed that didn't stay dead. she enjoys this.

christine davies: probably the only character as short as vivienne, black, cute puff pigtails, big gold eyes, and seriously everyone wants to protect her because she's so cute, which is only partially due to the trying to become a luck spirit thing. she also acts like a nervous, newborn fawn, so it'll be really funny in 3 books when she becomes one of the strongest characters and is still going ;A; at everything.

emil zolotarev: lanky, sandy brown mop of hair, russian blue eyes, and perpetually ready to fight the world bc of projected defensiveness. he and christine have an adorable and only somewhat codependent relationship going on. goes :D at the prospect of learning about magical things, then goes D: when he finds out the bad parts about said magical things. there are a lot of those. he's having a tough time.

isaac winters: probably not his real name, turkish, hazel-gold eyes, prone to putting herbs in his ponytail. incredibly closed-off, defensive, prickly, paranoid, and Many Other Bad Things, but he's a spellwriter, and vivienne can befriend anything, so she considers this challenge accepted. has 2.3 actual non-vivienne friends and can and would burn the city for them.

samael: sam for short, ambiguously white, blond hair, green eyes, and the biggest puppy in the city. he is one proof that vivienne can befriend anything. he also wants to be able to befriend anything, especially isaac, because friendship is great and he likes it far better when people aren't threatening to kill him. has a touch of an accent and scared of heights. scarily steep learning curve when it comes to dealing with humans.

dana haddad: half pakistani, half norweigian, which means she is a very tall goddess. quite built. she always keeps her (very) long hair in some sort of braid, getting creative with them thanks to online tutorials. loves books, animals, and vivienne given a book and a half. she's 100% lesbian (while many others are more vaguely queer) so i can make sword lesbian jokes later.

megan dellavecchia: curly/wavy strawberry blonde hair that makes them look like they're perpetually auditioning for a shampoo commercial, hazel eyes, freckles, and always ready to help. they're the only child of foxglove coven's leader but not a witch themselves, but a healer, so sort of adopted into the coven anyway. can and will drink you under the table with a smile.

hayley west: ruby red hair and emerald green eyes, and i named her h. west on purpose. viv's best friend, spellwriter, but she's dead now so i'm sure she won't ever come back into the plot.

mirai: a magpie tengu - medium dark skin, black hair with white at the temples, mostly black plumage but white on the inside of their wings - who is a little more devoted to the cause of finding a certain first egg than they should be. also secretly becoming fond of the human world, but would eat you sooner than admit that. excitable, proud, emotive, and commits to things even as stupid as that time when someone asked to become tengu friend.

codi clarkson: black, keeps her long hair in small braids, likes to wear red eyeliner. she's a universally respected hunter in the city, described as the best of the best. shameless dog mom, to the point where she buys literal diamond collars. questionably southern. questionable job fees. (questionably a lot of things, but most don't pry into her personal life.) cooler than you.

mark ito: tall, lanky, glasses, japanese, and always looking his best. our resident clairvoyant psychic! he's snobby, prone to being a trouble magnet, a little arrogant, more than a little flippant, and one of the most ride or die characters in the cast, which is saying something. i'm sure his attitude never gets him into trouble.

brynja: not a selkie (and not a skinwalker, either). incredibly muscled, medium height, rib-length black hair, and the red eyes characteristic of most shapeshifters. she's not happy with anything. but at least the bathtub is nice. secretly quite afraid of her old master, but with a realm between them, she has breathing space for the first time in centuries, though she isn't sure how to trust the offer of safety and protection mark gives her.

hammond two feather: lakota, tall, wiry strength, handsome because of his self-confidence - a professional dancer and his body and attitude certainly match. he has his own private culture-bound type of magic, but was unaware that vivienne had (general) magic, so when they found out about each other's they did the spiderman pointing meme. he's one of the few hunters with a day job, and finds that hilarious. he tends to do a lot of emotional labor for his friends, but i'm sure that won't end badly in the future.

rory day: ambiguously described outside of how he's well-dressed, because he's a ghost and doesn't actually have to pay for his clothes. very grumpy, flamboyant, and speaks harshly, but cares beneath that. deep beneath that.

kirara: a calico cat spirit, who in human form creates a small japanese woman with oddly colored hair (not to mention the cat ears and tail). she's a fiercely protective motherly type, but also, well, she is a cat, so her definition of that clashes with what humans would dare expect of her. but she's also a luck spirit, so she doesn't care what others think, and lets things happen as they will.

[masokissslasher]

Oc profile: Lazlo Cyr

NAME: Lazlo Cyr

NICKNAMES/ALIAS: Lemon (by close friends); Hyena (AUs)

AGE: 27

GENDER: Cis;Male (He/Him)

EYE COLOR: Blue; yellow-tinted sclera

HAIR COLOR/STYLE: Ink Black (dyed); one side is longer than the other, mullet in the back.

HEIGHT: 6’2

WEIGHT: 237 lbs

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual

PLACE OF BIRTH: Olso, Norway

NATIONALITY: Scandinavian; German

LANGUAGES: English, German, Norweigian, Spanish (doesn`t know much), Japanese. Also includes Elvish and Black Speech from LOTR.

ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: Aries

SPECIES: Human; Were-Hyena (AUs)

OCCUPATION: Owner of a comic book shop; Cannibalistic Serial Killer; Snuff filmer (AUs); Supervillain (AUs)

BODY TYPE: slightly muscular torso and arms; lanky. Long anime legs, slim waist.

TATTOOS: N/A

PROSTHETICS: N/A

PIERCINGS: Ears; Tongue-stud; Nipples; Prince Albert, Short Frenum Ladder

BODY MODS: Elf ears; sharp teeth

GLASSES: Yes; near sighted

SPEECH: Slight accent; lisp (due to teeth)

OUTFIT/STYLE: Mostly hoodies, tank tops, and t-shirts mostly from his special interests (anime, video games, movies, D&D). His clothes constantly smell like weed and old spice. He unironically wears ahegao hoodies.

F-LIST: soon

PLAYLIST: The Tunes

PINTREST BOARD: Also soon

[dark-and-kinky-hetalia-scenarios]

1p Norway/Lukas Thomassen

How you meet 

You meet at the local library, he’s looking through books about magic and being very quiet, and like in a stereotypical movie, you both reach for the same book and your hands touch, there’s not really any magical spark or anything like that, but Lukas lets you have the book and your curiosity gets the better of you, so you ask him questions about why he’s looking through magic books, you end up having a small conversation about magic and he suggests you go have some tea together, which you happily oblige to. You have a lovely day with Lukas and don’t notice his intense staring. You exchange phone numbers and that’s when your fate is sealed. 

Extra fact

Before you get kidnapped, then Lukas would print out every photo you post on social media or send to him, and have it somewhere in his room, it doesn't matter if it’s of you or a flower or a dog, it gets printed.

Kidnapping?

If you’re single then no, he’d leave you alone and stalk you, however if you are in a relationship or get into one, then he kidnaps you, or he gets Mathias to do it for him. To be honest even if you are single and stay single, Mathias will probably kidnap you for Lukas, because he’s tired of seeing him stare intensely at his phone every time you text him

S/o as a captive

He would let you roam free in the house, although he would have his magical creatures act as guards, keeping an eye on you. If you try to escape he will restrain you to always be in the same room as him.

If you’re a magical creature, he will take that into account of his treatment of you, fx. if you have wings he’d let you fly a little every day, though with a magical chain around your ankle to keep you from flying away.

He supplies you with the entertainment you need, like books, though you will have to be nice to get a TV, and using a computer would only be under his direct surveillance.

He doesn’t do punishments, though if you attack him he will defend himself and disarm you, as well as possibly knock you out

If the police get on his tail about where he’s keeping you, he would move instantly and he knows exactly how to evade the police, so hoping for them to save you is pointless

When you’ve learned to behave, he will take you to meet the Nordics, and you might even get to live in the house with them, but only if Lukas deems that you won’t try anything, like try to escape, of course, the other Nordics would stop you, because they are on Lukas’s side.   

Rival 

At first Lukas would tell them off and maybe fire a warning shot at them with magic, if the rival keeps trying to take you from him, then he would murder the rival, he only has a certain amount of patience and when it’s spent, he shows no mercy.

What type of Yandere

Lukas is the stalker type, although he gets his magical friends to stalk you, he doesn’t do it himself. He is also slightly possessive, and doesn’t want anyone near you.

Nsfw

He will be his usual gentle self, though he will be sickly sweet and yandereish, telling you how much he has wanted to be with you ever since he met you. He would whisper sweet norweigian words into your ear as you and him make love.

If you’ve had a fight or you’ve tried to escape, then he would be rougher during the make up sex than he would during normal sex

He will praise you during sex, espcially if you’ve become more docile and obedient as a captive.

[sammysdewysensitiveeyes]

"Hand me that loofah."

Keeping his face carefully averted, Pyro picked up the sponge, and tossed in Fabian’s general direction.

An angry “Watch it, you idiot!” indicated that the loofah had struck it’s intended target. Then there was a low chuckle.

“I get it. You’re a married man, after all. You can’t bear to look upon me, lest you completely lose your self-control. Don’t feel bad, you’re hardly the first.”

Pyro was, in fact, struggling not to lose his self-control, but was fighting the urge to vomit.

“You should have invited me to the wedding,” Fabian continued, accompanied by splashing sounds as he apparently flopped around in the tub. “Are we not friends?”

That sentence was technically true the way Fabian had phrased it.

“Yes,” Pyro responded simply.

“But I can understand that, too,” Fabian continued. “You didn’t want to be upstaged at your own nuptials, and my presence certainly would have captured all the attention.”

“Dominic and I thought you might be a bit too busy,” Pyro said, although the truth was less “thought” and more “hoped.” “We didn’t want to intrude on your valuable time.” He was absolutely going to relay this whole horrible conversation to Avalanche tonight over drinks, with a very exaggerated impression of Cortez.

“Well, I always make time for the little people!” Fabian exclaimed magnanimously. “Hand me that towel.” Water sloshed and Pyro was hit with a fine spray as Cortez stood up in the tub. At least it sounded like he was standing up, Pyro wasn’t going to look. He grabbed the nearest towel and thrust it blindly at the demanding voice.

A hand grabbed his wrist and yanked Pyro around, so that he was face to face with a dripping, naked Fabian Cortez, with soap suds sloughing off his glistening body. It was actually a very nice body, that was the worst part, with with a “package” that partially explained the man’s unearned confidence. But the smarmy, arrogant smile completely ruined the picture.

“Looking’s free, you know,” Fabian grinned.

Directing credit, Pyro thought fiercely to himself. Executive producer.

“Why don’t I give you some privacy to get dressed?” He said aloud, plastering a fake smile on his face. This would all be worth it when show’s profits started coming in, and then Pyro would get himself and Dominic matching His and His jet-skis.

He still wasn’t entirely sure how he wound up in this position. It had started with Shinobi pitching a reality show to the Council, which had somehow, inexiplicably, gotten a majority approval vote, possibly because Krakoa hadn’t been attacked in the last few weeks and the Council was bored. It was Survivor meets the Bachelor, in which groups of male and female mutants competed to win the hand of the handsome, debonair, and, most importantly, ridiculously wealthy Shinobi Shaw, through date nights and dinners and pointless jungle challenges of strength and skill.

Pyro had just made a few innocent comments, that was all. Just a couple of suggestions to Emma, who had wound up saddled with the bulk of the responsibility, about story arcs and pairings and how to arrange scenes for maximum drama and pathos. He understood that stuff, after all, as a romance novelist it was his bread and butter. (And he was a bit of a soap opera fanatic, but he wasn’t going to admit that freely.) Emma had listened with an eager, almost hungry glint in her eyes, and there had been a short conversation that had somehow ended with Pyro agreeing to serve as a writer, director and general creative supervisor, in exchange for a percentage of the profits and fairly massive salary. (Massive to Pyro, anyway, probably a drop in the bucket to Emma “Swimming in the money bin” Frost.)

And it actually had been kind of fun. “Reality” TV presented a unique challenge, in that he wasn’t allowed to directly tell the “performers” what to say, but he could do absolutely anything else to construct his creative vision. He could ask leading questions in the talking head interviews, edit scenes by splicing completely unrelated shots together, and put volatile contestants in a room with plenty of alcohol, then poke at them until they exploded.

Unfortunately, his duties had somehow gradually expanded to include talent-wrangling both on and off-set, which left him stuck making nice with Fabian Cortez, the most “colorful” (obnoxious) and, unfortunately, most popular, of all the contestants. Iceman would probably win the show as the nice, relatable, boy-next-door type, but Fabian was what kept viewers tuning in.

“Oh, that’s quite all right,” Fabian purred. He contorted his body as he toweled himself off, appearing to pose for nonexistant cameras. “I’m a generous man, I can spare you a bit of eye candy, even if our relationship must remain professional.”

“Yes, that would be best. Listen, we need you to do another challenge with Sienna Blaze.”

Fabian’s “generosity” quickly withered away.

“I will NOT get in front of a camera with that maniac! Such an uptight, ill-mannered, man-hating – well, I’m too much of a gentleman to use the word that she so richly deserves! She nearly killed me last time! Over a simple compliment!”

Yes, Pyro remembered it well. Fabian’s near barbeque had garnered record-high ratings. And hopefully tossing them into a mud-pit together in bathing suits would produce similarly explosive results.

“Oh yes, I know, Fabian,” Pyro cooed, hating himself a little. “She’s very difficult, and you’ve been such a professional about it.” He pulled up comforting mental images as he spoke. Jet-skis. Wagyu steak. Insanely expensive whiskey. Him and Dominic having a long honeymoon in Bali, Sydney, Seoul and Tokyo. All those zeros at the end of the check that Emma had given him.

“Well, a professional shouldn’t have to put up with this kind of shabby treatment!” Fabian said haughtily. He was finally wrapping the towel around his waist, to Pyro’s great relief. “I asked for Norwegian strawberries in my dressing room, and that idiot assistant brought me French!”

“I’ll look into it,” Pyro assured him, fully intending to send Fabian the exact same strawberries (which were, in fact, grown on Krakoa) with his apologies and a fake Norweigian label.

He had a vague notion in the back of his head that Emma should be handling this, Emma was supposed to be in charge! And yet she’d gradually eased the responsibility into Pyro’s arms, only sashaying onto set once every few weeks for a “status report,” and spending the rest of the time off performing mysterious and supposedly very important duties for the Hellfire Trading Company and the Council. She never picked up her phone or responded to voice mails.

It was okay, though. Pyro could handle this. He was a damn writer, and he was good at it, and he would poke and prod his stars through the storyline he had planned, because he was absolutely brilliant. Even Emma had said so.

“Anyway, don’t worry about Blaze,” Pyro insisted, his voice dripping with sticky-sweet honey. “We’ve given her a talking to about her behavior.” He had done no such thing. “I’m sure she’ll be much nicer to work with. In fact, we think the audience will really enjoy you putting her in her place. Really demonstrate your masculine superiority.” Was that too much? They couldn’t have Fabian dying on camera, after all, even though it would be hilarious.

“Well, I should hope so!” Fabian said, rubbing lotion carefully across his pecs. “I’m obviously carrying this entire show, and I will be treated with the respect I deserve.”

“You know,” Pyro added slyly, “I think she’s actually got a bit of a crush on you. You know how some women are.” No, this was definitely too much. Oh well, they could edit around Fabian’s inevitable death and resurrection, and in the mean time they’d get some amazing footage.

“Oh, of course,” Fabian said, with a leering understanding creeping across his face. “I suspected from the very beginning. She couldn’t handle my raw sensuality.”

“Who can, really?” Pyro hated this, he really hated every second of having to pull on the polite mask of social niceties and insincere compliments. It always seemed almost obscene. May as well just flip the other fellow over and start tongueing his arsehole, right? Except that was actually fun in the right circumstances.

But he’d done it before, as a journalist dealing with self-important sources, as a novelist schmoozing with publishers and book sellers. He could do it now, for the astronomical salary that Emma was paying him, and for the Prime Time Emmy Award for Outstanding Competition Program that was hovering in his sights. Emma had assured him that it was a strong possibility. Just imagine rubbing that in the faces of all the critics who had called him a talentless hack! They’d say…well, they’d probably say that an Emmy for trashy reality TV was the highest possible honor for a hack like him, but Pyro wouldn’t give a fuck, because he’d have an Emmy and they wouldn’t.

“C’mon, then, we’ll give you a quick touch-up with bronzer. We’re shooting the scene in fifteen minutes.” Pyro began to guide Fabian, still clad in only a towel, towards the bathroom door.

“We’ll shoot the scene when I’m ready, and not a second before!” Fabian insisted. It would probably be another hour of Fabian demanding and sending back expensive snacks before they could even get him to the set. Luckily, they were actually scheduled to shoot the scene in two hours.

“Yes, of course, whatever you want,” Pyro wheedled, imagining the satisfying explosion of flesh and blood that would very likely occur when Fabian and Sienna Blaze came into contact. And Fabian was going to do it, that much was clear now. “I know you’ll do a fantastic job. You’re brilliant you know, absolutely brilliant……”

For a moment, Pyro trailed off as a crack opened in his mental wall, and memories slipped out into the light. Emma pouring more wine into his glass during their monthly meetings, assuring him again and again that he was absolutely brilliant, a true artist, that the show would thrive in his capable hands.

“No, that’s completely different,” Pyro muttered to himself, shaking his head.

“What was that?” Fabian twisted around, the towel slipping dangerously low on his hips.

“Oh, nothing,” Pyro exclaimed brightly, slamming the mental wall shut again. “Now, let’s get you into make-up, ya big handsome star!”

[hellyeahheroes]

Why I don’t talk about Strange Academy

TL,DR because it’s like enjoying something that you quite don’t understand.

Okay, Strange Academy is everything that this blog loves. Disaffected super powered teens engaging on a journey of self-recognition. So you’d think that we would talk about it more, right?

Right?

I can’t speak for the admin or other mos, but as someone who reads Strange Academy monthly, I am literally the worst person to talk to you about Strange Academy. My super hero preference is street level crime fighting, corporate busting shenanigans. I know about shit like Fantastic Four, Superman, Doctor Strange, and other shit, but my interests lie in closer to home books like Spider-man, Jessica Jones, the Defenders, Batman, Green Arrow, and etc. 

I have absolutely no interest in a magical boarding school and I literally never have. I totally ignored the Harry Potter craze growing up and I still don’t get the appeal of being a wizard, witch, or anything that doesn’t exude physicality. Magic bores me if it ain’t Avatar.But I do read Strange Academy and it does pull me in in spite of being everything that doesn’t appeal to me.

But Strange Academy has an in-depth cast of lovable characters, fantastic art, and introduces people like myself to an unexplored or at the very least unsorted side of Marvel. I find it refreshing and fun. But, and I want to emphasize, I don’t know exactly what the fuck is going on because while I know of Dormammu, I don’t understand the specifics of his actions so when Doyle gets treated like shit, I assume it’s because his daddy. And while I liked the Thor movies, don’t ask me about Asgard or any Norweigian mythology because I honestly don’t care and that disavows me from speaking on two characters in Strange Academy. And don’t get me started the heaven or hell dynamics or fairies or whatever.

I don’t fuck with magic characters. Every time Doctor Strange appears in Amazing Spider-man, I just assume that this issue will not have any relevance(Nick Spencer sure as shit bit me on the ass here). And it’s not that I don’t respect what characters like Doctor Strange or Zatanna offer. It’s just that a well-choreographed figh scene appeals to me more than spells and beam spam.

It’s a lot of lore that I was previously blindsided to and still don’t care to learn about which kind of precludes me from talking about it on a monthly basis other than to say that the new issue of Strange Academy is good. It is a very good series and you should read it when you can. 

@ubernegro

[hhjs]

hi do you have any book recs? any genre is cool

sure!

norweigian wood by haruki murakami, made you up by francesca zappia, a thousand splendid suns by khaled hosseini (my current favourite), the start of me and you by emery lord, the lover's dictionary by david leviathan, the idiot + crime and punishment by fyodor dostoevsky (all-time favourites), the school for good and evil by soman chainani.

[celestelavie]

Food for Thought || Celeste & Luce

TIMING: Current PARTIES: @divineluce and @celestelavie SUMMARY: Celeste gets off work early and decides to drop off some lunch for Ulfric. He’d already gone home for the day, so Luce and Celeste enjoy a nice lunch together.

While she wasn’t quite sure she’d say Ulfric liked her, Celeste could pick up on the fact he felt less tense around her. Of course, he was never anything less than courteous to her and she was doing her best to show him as much kindness as possible. After all, he’d opened up his home to them and was working diligently to insure Ariana’s safety. Since she had cut from work early for the day, she decided she could bring lunch by the shop for Ulfric on her way home. There was no doubt in her mind that he’d be a fan of red meat if Ariana’s affinity for it was any indication. She’d brought two burgers and some fries with her to the shop, hoping she would catch Ulf during a break between appointments. She didn’t love hanging around in her Al’s uniform, but a short lunch wouldn’t hurt. As she walked into the shop, she saw no sign of Ulfric. She walked up to a young woman who was sitting at the counter and asked, “Is Ulfric around?” 

Usually, Luce wasn’t in the business of covering the receptionist desk. She’d done her time doing that as an apprentice, answering phone calls and getting the calendars all set up. But, the girl who usually ran the desk today had to run because of a family emergency and Luce had time to kill. The design for her appointment later today was finalized and she was more than happy to get some work done on her own art pieces. Which is why she was sitting at the desk, sketch book in front of her. When the bell above the door jangled, Luce glanced up woman who approached. Older, probably around Bea’s age or so, but cute. The uniform helped too. “Ulf? You just missed him.” Luce said with a shake of her head, glancing at the bag of food in her hands. “Let me check his calendar though, see if he might pop back in soon.” She said, scrolling through the computer, “Damn. Sorry, he’s gone for the rest of the day.”

Damn. Celeste hadn’t taken into account he may have not had appointments for the rest of the afternoon. It was usually a little later in the afternoon that she’d see him come home. Oh well, she supposed she had entirely too much food now. She looked to the woman who had been working on a sketch. She wondered if this was the woman Ariana mentioned was helping with Ulfric’s birthday gift. If she had to guess, the woman was a few years younger than her but clearly established in her trade. Good for her. “I probably should have called first, I was bringing lunch since I got off work early today.” Looking down at the now greasy bags in her hand, she said, “Hey, you must be the artist helping Ariana with Ulf’s birthday gift. Care for a cheeseburger?” 

“Eh, shit happens.” Luce said with a shrug. She still wasn’t entirely sure why this woman was here-- she didn’t think that Al’s was doing delivery. And if they were, they needed to work on making sure to send the delivery folks to the right location. But, when the woman mentioned her project for Ariana, bringing up Ulf again, Luce raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, that’s me. She’s a good kid, I’m surprised she wanted to do something this big for him, but it’s a cool project for me to work on.” At the offer of food, she leaned back in her chair before tilting her head towards another one of the other empty stools nearby. Perhaps it was just because of the value of magic, of everything being a give and take, but she didn’t particularly like handouts. But, a trade? She could get behind that. “Tell you what. I’ll take a cheeseburger in exchange for company. It gets boring at the desk.” Figuring that wasn’t much of a trade, Luce added, “I’ll throw in a drawing for some fries, if you’ve got them.”

Celeste was glad to hear that this was in fact the woman helping out Ariana. From what she’d seen of the updates so far, it was shaping up to be an impressive piece. Though she was sure from the outside looking in, it was odd that a teenager was making such a big gift for Ulfric. If it hadn’t been for their shared nature, Celeste would have found it odd as well. She shrugged with a toothless grin on her face, “I think she’s really excited about diving into the whole carpentry thing. Plus, he’s done a lot for both of us. She tends to be very go big or go home or whatever it is the kids are saying these days,” she explained with a laugh. The prospect of company that wasn’t a teenager or a werewolf who was merely tolerating her presence actually sounded quite nice. Taking care of tables at Al’s was truly about as social as she got these dies though as much was probably wise all things considered. Lunch with Luce sounded like good fun. She smiled wide at the woman being sure to overlook the bruised nose, “Company would be delightful. I haven’t had the chance to make many friends since moving here so most of my conversations are ‘how would you like your eggs’, teenager things, or Ulf swearing in Norweigian.” She said the last bit with a laugh. It was actually quite amusing, but she was sure he didn’t think as much. At the mention of a drawing, Celeste smirked and said, “Well, I guess it’s my lucky day then since I brought fries. I suppose if we’re dining together, I should properly introduce myself.” She extended her hand, “I’m Celeste, Ariana’s older sister and waitress extraordinaire.” She motioned to the ridiculous little 50s get-up she had to wear to work every day. 

“Sounds like it’s working out really well for her. The piece of wood she gave me should make for a good table. I’m just hoping that the design turns out how she wants.” Luce said with a nod before grabbing one of the chairs from around the desk and cleared a spot for the woman to join. “Well, I’m not ordering eggs, the teenager ship set sail a long time for me, but I do know some choice Norwegian swears, courtesy of the man himself.” She said with a grin. “Turkish is my language of choice for swearing, though.” Luce said with a wink before scooting out of the way to let the woman sit beside her. “Nice to meet you, Celeste. I’m Luce, the best thing that happened to Ulf’s shop. Short of him, you know, opening up the place.” She said, before switching gears. “How’d you and Ulfric know each other?” Was she the totally not kinky lady who was looking for the rope and mayonnaise? 

While this wasn’t her original plan, Celeste was pleased with how it worked out. She had the feeling Luce would be a little more chatty than Ulfric was with her. Bless his heart, he did try and be as kind to her as possible, but the underlying tension was hard to ignore. One day, he’d be able to trust her fully and she could hardly blame him that it was something that needed to be earned. It didn’t mean lunch with a woman who was close enough in age to her wouldn’t be a welcome change of pace. “Thank god,” she said with a laugh, “If I have to hear over-easy, YEET, or faen one more time today, I might actually lose it.” She joined her for a seat and pulled out the burgers and fries, passing Luce’s lunch down to her. “Turkish, huh? You speak fluently or are the swear words your specialty?” There was a small smirk on her lips before she picked at a few of the french fries. The next question should have been expected, but she wasn’t quite sure how to answer it. It’s not like she could just say Ulfric was her sister’s wolfy mentor or protector. She couldn’t even quite define it herself and knew it wasn’t something she was meant to understand. “I guess you could say he’s a family friend. He’s helped Ariana and myself out a great deal with things as of late, I thought it’d be nice to drop by some lunch for him on my way home.” Celeste found herself curious about Luce as well. Her face was a little bruised up which was a call for question in itself, but she seemed young and established. “How long have you known Ulfric? It seems like you’ve made quite the career for yourself here.” 

“I’ll be sure to keep my extensive knowledge of memes out of lunch, then.” Luce laughed, accepting the container with the burger and fries with an appreciative nod. It beat the sandwich she’d thrown together this morning, for damn sure. She was usually pretty on top of her shit, but after the run in she and Nell had with August after the coven meeting… it had rattled her, more than she’d like to admit. Pushing the thought from her mind, she focused on the woman next to her. “Fluent, nah. Conversational enough to piss off the grandparents? Bunu kolayca yapabilirim.” She said, the language rolling off her tongue. “I can certainly teach you some swears, if you’re interested.” Luce smirked and took a bite from her burger. She hadn’t forgotten her part of the deal, but getting burger grease on her sketch pad was the last thing she wanted. So, she watched the Celeste speak instead. “He’s a good guy, he does a lotta shit like that.” She nodded, thinking back to his request for some kind of magic protection thing from her sisters. He still owed her for that. She’d have to cash it at some point. Swallowing, Luce wiped her mouth with a napkin before flipping her arm over, showing Celeste the inside of her right arm and the large lightbulb tattoo that lay there. “He did this for me when I was 18. We got to talking, about art and shit, and he told me I was wasting my time in college. Turns out, he was right. I quit school and took an apprenticeship here within a month.”

“I’m not that old, I still enjoy a good meme,” Celeste retorted with a laugh. Memes she could deal with. Her patience was running a bit thin when it came to TikToks though, especially since Ariana had discovered she could make them herself and took to pranking Celeste. It was funny how technology cycled. When she was Ariana’s age, MySpace had just been dying and was being replaced by Facebook. Now there was a whole slew of channels that she couldn’t quite be bothered with. She took a bite out of her burger and had to choke back a laugh, “Nothing quite as fun as pissing the grandparents off, or the parents too if you’re me. Do I get a translation for that bit?” She smirked as she set the burger down to trade for a few fries, “I may just have to take you up on that.” She had a mouth full of burger as she listened to Luce speak. There was no doubt in her mind that Ulfric was a good man. She knew her invite to stay in his home was primarily due to Ariana, but allowing a hunter in his home, even one that didn’t hunt wolves, was more kindness than she could have expected. She had no doubt he showed kindness to others as well. “I could see that,” she said simply, not wanting to touch too much on how Ulfric had helped her and Ariana personally. She imagined it had to be nice discovering a career and diving in at such a young age. She was happy Ariana was able to do as much as well. “That’s pretty impressive, I thought you seemed pretty young to be so established in your field. I’ve always imagined tattooing to be a pretty fun job. What’s the most fun piece you’ve ever given someone?” 

“My b,” Luce raised her hands innocently and laughed herself before grabbing a couple fries from the box. Chewing, she shrugged. “I said, I can do that easily. My sisters and I learned English and Turkish at the same time, but since we speak English all the time, it’s the one that stuck the most. That said, I can tell you all the fun swears that Ulfric doesn’t know. Like… ciğerini sikeyim.” She said with a roguish grin. “Literally, it means fuck your liver, but it basically is like… a really strong version of go fuck yourself.” She explained and took another bite from the burger before setting it back down in the tray. Dusting her hands free of crumbs, she flipped to a clean page of her sketchpad. “Thanks. It’s a good time, gives me a lot of freedom to be as creative as I want. Within the realm of what my clients are looking for.” She said with a nod. Tapping her pencil on the sheet, she began to do some rough sketches, drawing aimlessly. “Depends on what you think is fun. Visually fun, I once did a rad Neo-traditional sailing ship and mermaid scene. Fun for me personally to create, I did a great blackwork leg sleeve.” She said. “Both were great, I liked them a lot.”

“Ciğerini sikeyim,” Celeste said slowly, trying to get the pronunciation correct, “I like that one. I’m definitely using it the next time someone pisses me off.” She laughed as she picked at more of her french fries, “I get that, my parents tried to teach me French and German growing up, but really English is the only one that solidly stuck. I can order a beer in all three languages though. Clearly, I have my priorities straight.” There was a small smirk on her lips before she took another bite out of her burger. A slight pang of sadness hit her listening to Luce talk about her own career. Being on the run since the age of sixteen didn’t make for great career opportunities. Maybe one day, if things settled down and she no longer had to worry about her parents, she could actually pursue Nursing School as she had always wanted to do. “It sounds like you made a great choice hopping into the field then. I hope to get on the better late than never track with some sort of actual career. I definitely have a limited number of years of this getup still looking good on me,” she remarked with a chuckle as she gestured down towards her ridiculous 50s get-up that was customary at Al’s. She watched curiously as Luce pulled out her sketchpad. “Both sound fascinating. I’ve always toyed around with the idea of getting a tattoo, but have never actually committed to an idea. I did used to want to be a mermaid when I grew up. Given, that was six year old me’s aspiration.” 

Pleased with her quick grasp of the pronunciation, Luce nodded. “For sure, give it a shot the next time someone decides to be a dick at Al’s or something.” She said. Raising an eyebrow, Luce grinned. “I dunno, beer is very important. Alcohol’s an essential food group in my book.” She joked, amused. Though Turkish was one of the two languages she’d learned growing up, she’d been forced to take a foreign language in high school which meant she’d suffered through a couple years of Spanish. The most she could remember, beyond asking for a beer and saying that was a tiger in bed, was probably asking where the library was. “It’s never too late to start doing something new,” Luce agreed. “What are you thinking of doing, hm?” As the woman mentioned something about being a mermaid, Luce’s pencil shifted. Pulling away from the odd doodles and random assortment of shapes in uniform patterns she’d done as a warm up, she glanced up at the woman. “You like the ocean? Or just the idea of it?” She asked, beginning to scrawl some curving lines onto the page.

A proud smile appeared on Celeste’s face as she realized she had gotten the pronunciation spot on. She’d enjoyed learning new languages, but being out of practice made it easy to forget them. “You are just filled with good ideas. I can’t get written up for swearing if no one knows what I’m saying,” she mused with a small laugh. Some of the middle of the night drunk crowd deserved that level of swearing. She’d polished off her own burger and neatly crinkled up the wrapper and placed it back in the paper bag. Her eyes drifted to the sketchpad and she found herself in awe of how people could just bring things to life on paper that way. Luce’s question caught her attention and she found she felt somewhat sheepish about it. “One day, I’d like to do the whole nursing school thing. I’ve always enjoyed helping people and I’m good with first aid. Not at all squeamish, but we’ll see. Ari is starting to work now too, so it's a little less pressure on me to put in so many hours myself.” She looked down momentarily before adding, “Maybe don’t mention that to Ariana though. I wouldn’t want her to feel bad.” She smiled easily again at the talk of mermaids and the ocean. Much easier to think about than trying to tackle college after thirty. Logically, she knew college when she was taking care of a five year old werewolf wasn’t realistic, but the part of her that had been a perfectionist back in grade school still felt off about the whole thing. “What can I say? I really loved The Little Mermaid growing up. I think it was more about Ariel than it was about the ocean though,” she answered with a chuckle, “The ocean is fascinating. More of a mountain girl myself, but there’s something serene about listening to the waves.” 

“I know, right? I should start charging for all the good ideas I’ve got rattling around.” Luce replied, her easy smile still on her face. “First one’s free, next ones cost ya.” She said roguishly before returning her focus onto the image at hand. Listening came easily to Luce-- after all, it was part of her job. People liked to chatter while they were in pain. They liked to talk, to distract themselves, so she was no stranger to being able to hold a conversation while also working on a tattoo. And this wasn’t all that different. “A nurse, huh? That’s pretty cool. Helping people and doing good and stuff. And don’t worry, my lips are sealed.” She said with a shrug. Leaning back from the small ocean scene she’d drawn up, Luce scrutinized the cresting wave before taking her eraser to it. Not quite what she wanted. At the mention of the woman’s interest in the Little Mermaid, she raised an eyebrow. Oh? “That’s a big fucking mood. Ariel could get it. Then again, pretty much any of the Disney princesses can.” She said. At the mention of mountains, Luce began to draw a scene just along the shoreline of the beach. She drew in a forest scene, something similar to the way the beaches outside of White Crest looked, with tall pine trees looming just beyond the sand. “How’s this looking?” She asked, holding up the image.

“You might be onto something there. The illusive they always say if you’re good at something, don’t do it for free,” Celeste smirked and added, “Thanks for the introductory freebie.” It was nice to have someone outside of her coworkers and current roommates to talk with. She’d never really expressed her own aspirations before. With being on the run and having her parents try to track them down, it never seemed like something feasible anyhow. Ariana was dead set on staying here though so she supposed she could go ahead and enroll for classes at the community college. Luce was nice to talk to though she supposed it was part of the job. “Yes, I was thinking about enrolling in classes at the community college for the fall now that we are permanently staying somewhere and Ariana also has a job. And thanks.” Celeste had never been great at drawing or painting, so it was fascinating to see someone work at it so naturally. Luce seemed to be really in her element and there was something sort of relaxing about it. She found herself immediately laughing at the remark about Disney princesses, “I really vibed with her because of the parental defiance thing, but you’re not wrong. All the Disney princesses are pretty hot. If we’re going for hot animated chicks though, the Sailor Scouts are where it’s at. Tuxedo Mask can also get it on that note.” She looked over the drawing and grinned widely. A mountain beach scene was what she’d always hoped for in a place to build a home. She answered, “It’s looking perfect.” 

“Damn straight.” Luce said approvingly, the only time straight could be used to describe her. “You’re more than welcome. Next one though, you’ll have to pay me back. I’ll be keeping track too.” Adding a bit more detailing work onto the curl of the wave, she began to shade, adding in some of the finer lines and curves to the way it crested. It was all coming together, into one coherent piece. Her pencil flowed over the page, the image forming just as it had in her mind. “That’s a solid plan. Save money where you can and all that, nobody will knock you for community college.” She nodded. Money had never been a thing that she’d ever had to worry about-- Mom and Dad had always had that on lock. But, still. She could relate, sort of. She’d been hellbent on trying to get away from their influence on her life. Getting her cabin had been a part of that and taking her apprenticeship was an ever larger part. “Parental defiance, huh? I get that.” Luce said, gesturing to her sleeve of tattoos. Her parents had been... disappointed when they’d seen her first tattoo. But, whatever. “That’s the whole, Sailor Moon thing, right? Some of the guys at the shop have done tattoos of that show for people. I was never into it. I might have to check it out.” She said, though her eyes flicked meaningfully over Celeste. She’d much rather check her out. “Awesome. I can ink it and then we’re square for lunch.”

“What’s the running rate on your good ideas? Have to make sure I’m not taking more ideas than I can afford and all,” Celeste joked with an eyebrow raised. The normalcy of their whole conversation was a welcomed change. No talk of hunters, werewolves, or eggs and burgers. It didn’t hurt that Luce had a pretty good sense of humor and was easy to talk to. She tried to keep an eye on the page as Luce drew. There was clearly some natural talent there backed by years of practice. “Yeah, I’m pretty good about being frugal with money, given for a while it was more out of necessity.” Running off with a werewolf child aside, one of the bigger cruel shocks of the real world was how fucking expensive everything was. Growing up, she’d always had money because of her parents. It had been a rude awakening, but somehow they’d made it. She laughed a bit over their shared parental defiance. “Can’t say my defiance was quite so visual, but I’m effectively disowned,” she said with a shrug. It was a subject she tried to be casual about. The news of her parents having a bounty on her and Ariana and wanting them both dead was a little extreme by most standards. “I loved it as a kid. Then again, I tend to enjoy anything where it’s the girls saving the day. A little cheesy as an adult, but you may appreciate the outfits,” she explained catching Luce’s look over her. Color rose in her cheeks and looked down with a small smile before looking back up to Luce. She certainly wasn’t subtle, but she kind appreciated that. “Right, totally square. I still think I got the better end of this trade, but I’ll take it.” 

“Depends on what you’d be willing to pay.” Luce teased as she sifted through the cup of pens on the desk for a fine ballpoint. “Could be some good conversation or a new idea for a sketch. Or a kiss.” She flashed a cheeky grin at the other woman before setting to work with the inking. The lines were already pretty clean, but inking it in was what really brought it all together. “For sure. It’s a good way to live.” She said, though she really didn’t have much room to speak. Though she might have bought her own cabin, her parents had still done a lot for her. A lot more than she’d ever wanted. At the woman’s admission of her own familial situation, Luce said nothing. Instead, she focused on her linework. People had told her things like that before-- how they were getting a tattoo as a final ‘Fuck you’ to their parents, or as some kind of cleansing to erase the past that haunted them. And it was always better to say less, rather than more. “Makes sense why you’d relate to her then.” She replied, keeping her tone neutral. “Well, now I have to give it a watch.” Luce laughed and blew on the wet ink for a moment before taking her eraser to the picture. “Oh? You don’t think my trade was fair?”

“Hm, seems I can afford another good idea then,” Celeste retorted with a smirk. Maybe flirting with a member of Ulfric’s staff wasn’t entirely appropriate, but it was probably harmless. It was nice to get attention that wasn’t entirely inappropriate from older men during breakfast rushes. She watched Luce continue working on the finishing touches of the sketch, relieved she didn’t push further on the parent thing. Everyone had their own family issues of some sort and it was a lot more comforting to not go into the details. She rested her head on her knuckles as she observed Luce incredulously. She made the whole process look so effortless and she seemed to be really in her element. It was a nice sight to see. She imagined that applied even more when she was behind the tattoo needle. At the mention of relating to the sailor scouts, she laughed, “Thanks. And I thought that little bit of information might win you over.” Her head tilted a bit on her palm watching Luce dry the ink, there really was so much that went into drawing that was beyond her. “Oh,” she answered, “I think new art and your company is a little bit better than a not quite hot lunch, but no complaints here.”

 “How about this one-- You and me, getting drinks sometime. It sounds like a good idea in my book.” Luce asked, looking at the woman with an earnest expression. Celeste was hot, she was hot, it’d be hot. And besides, what was she gonna lose by shooting her shot? The worst that could happen was she’d get turned down. With a final look at the picture, Luce nodded to herself before putting her signature on the bottom right corner of the page. A large looping L with a slash of a V. “You thought right.” She said as she held out the completed picture for the woman to take. She could still see some places she didn’t like, some spots where the waves met that looked weird, a tree with some branches that didn’t make much sense. But, it was a quick drawing. “The way I see it, I came out with some good art practice, good conversation, and,” She picked up her half eaten burger and bit into it, “The satisfaction of eating my boss’s lunch.” 

The suggestion has caught Celeste a bit off guard, but she figured what harm could come from it? It’d been a long while since she’d actually been out… with well, anyone. She’d enjoyed hanging out with Luce and there was no denying she was a beautiful woman. What could it hurt? “I think that may be your best idea today,” she answered with a wide grin. Grabbing a pen out of the pocket in her uniform, she scribbled her number down from a paper on her order pad and handed it to Luce with a small smile still present on her face. “Text me sometime.” she advised, keeping her tone cool. As she looked over the finished product, she was somewhat in awe. Luce had finished it so quickly yet it came out lovely. A perfect little scene that she’d have to hang up in their current room. It was definitely more tasteful than that one creepy painting Ari insisted on keeping up. “I love it,” she said, “And alright, alright. We can call it even then.” She picked up her purse again and looked to Luce one last time as she left, “Hope to see you again soon.”

[seriouslynogood]

RULES: answer 20 questions, then tag 20 bloggers you want to get to know better

I was tagged by @sirius woho! thank you, you sweet lil twinkling star ⭐️❤️

1. NAME: Hannah              

2. NICKNAMES: Hannah Montana (apparently my drunk party alter ego I was given this year) otherwise never had any ☺️

3.  ZODIAC SIGN: Scorpio! ♏️

4.  HEIGHT: 5ft 10 (178cm) 

5.   LANGUAGES SPOKEN: Swedish, english and german (Ich habe es fünf Jahre lang gelernt, aber ich bin nicht sehr gut) (plus swedish and Norweigian is quite similar so I understand and can speak some).

6.  NATIONALITY: Swedish 🇸🇪

7.  FAVORITE SEASON: Spring/fall - that perfect time when the sun is warm but the wind isn’t quite warm nor cold, ya know?

8.  FAVORITE FLOWER: wow I loveeee plants! (I have a dedicated pintrest list just for them) Philodendron Pink Princess, Monstera, calathea medallion are to name a few but seriously the list is looooooong 🙈❤️

9.  FAVORITE SCENT: dunno, I haven’t really “scent” explored. Rose is good but can be too much sometimes. I like some flowery, some clean scents like cotton but also some deeper/richer scents. As spring has come around I’ve been wearing Daisy Dream by Marc Jacobs and that is a LOVLEY scent 🥰

10  FAVORITE COLOR: different shades of blue has always been a favoriute, but I’ve been really drawn to emerald green for the past year. 

11. FAVORITE ANIMAL: I love most feline animals (litterary almost cried seeing a clip from aristocats last week...and they’re cartoons 😂). Like everything from small kittens to big cats like lynxes and panthers etc (and I cant get tiger king memes out of my head now 😂). I also love Horses. 

12. FAVORITE FICTIONAL CHARACTER(S): oh gosh, do you have 90 minutes? there just so so so many! and its really hard because some I like in the books/comics vs Movie/tv. And some are better vise versa.  I just love so many fictional universes and so so many characters🙈 I’ll try to name a few in no particular order; Sirius black, Jace herondale, Bucky Barnes, Peter Parker, Felicity hardy, Emma Carstairs, Julian blackthorn, Jon snow, Daenerys, khal drogo, Ronan Dex, OG sg1, Kattnis (prefer the book where it isn’t as focused on the romance), Cedric diggory, Harry Potter, Tony stark, Thor (especially when directed by taika waititi), Loki, Klaus Mikaelson, Jason Todd, dick Grayson, the Phoenix force, Wonder Woman, Leia organa, Padme amidala, Han Solo, all the Star Wars droids basically, obi-wan kenobi, Mark Sloan, Billy Russo (In the punisher Netflix series), Donna Nobel, Ragnar Lodbrok, Lagertha, like the list is soo long and I have to keep going to the other questions 😂🙈❤️🙈

13. COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: oh hot chocolate all the way baibieeeeee! 

14. AVERAGE SLEEP HOURS: its either 2-5 hours or like 9 depending on the night.

15. DOG OR CAT PERSON: cat! (again cries at pictures of kittens) but I like dogs as well (especially my moms cutie).  

16. NUMBER OF BLANKETS YOU SLEEP WITH: 1

17.DREAM TRIP: haha basically around the world. I have like so many trips dreamed up with friends and in the end it will basically end up being a around the world trip 😊

18. BLOG ESTABLISHED: 2019

19. FOLLOWERS: 20

20.RANDOM FACT: I have mild dyslexia! But the funny part is that i’m better at writing and reading in English than I am in Swedish.

Gosh I dunno who wants to do this but if anyone following wants to do it I’m tagging you! I’m tagging @fallatyourfeet (I’m interested to see yours and you’ve tagged me in these type of things so hope you’re ok with it! 😊❤️)

[scribble-skull-rat]

any or all of the personal asks!

Ima answer all of them!

1. Any scars?

Several! I have scratch marks on my stomach from when my skin was really sensitive and i scratched too hard, i have a few self harm scars, i have a scar next to my eye from when i was 2 and i tripped in the bathroom, i have several on my hands from my cat and i have one on my knee from when i had a leg infection and they sliced open my knee so they could remove it!

2. Self harmed?

Sadly yes and I've thought about it recently but i haven't so im doing good!

3. Crush?

Like crushes ive had? Because I've had several. Oliver in 1st grade, kyndra in 1st grade, kyndra in 2nd grade, mason in 3nd grade, ethan in 4th grade, jack in 5th grade, seth in 5th grade, kylie in 5th grade, kylie in 6th grade, and kylie (the same one) in 7th grade!

4. Kissed anyone?

I kissed about 2 people and it was a make out session with the first, id rather not talk about it or how it happened.

5. Coke or Pepsi?

I dont like soda. The fizz hurts my throat and tounge

6. Someone you hate?

My brother kevyn and trump

7. Best Friends?

You, i think. Not alot really.

8. Have you ever done alcohol or drugs?

Never done drugs but my mom let me have wine when i was 6, gave me a 4th of a bottle of beer when i was 10, and let me have vanilla cola and coconut rum mixed together when my grandpa died, she also let me smoke pot but i didnt want to so yeah. Also vanilla cola and coconut rum is actually really good

9. What’s your dream job?

Animator on youtube or just a big youtuber

10. Ever been in love?

Sevral tomes

11. Last time you cried?

A few days ago when i had a breakdown

12. Favorite color?

Blue or black

13. Height?

5'0

14. Birthday?

July 13 2007! 7/13/07

15. Eye color?

Blue

16. Hair color?

Brown

17. What do you love?

Echidnas, raccoons, opossums, hedgehogs, tenrecs, maincoon cats, norweigian forest cats, Alaskan malamutes, huskys, chocolate, butterscotch, carmel, frozen yogurt, fairy lights, blue lights in a dark room, the smell of rain, the sound of a heart beat, when people run their fingers through my hair or on my scalp, warm hugs, dragons, werewolves, vampires, lofi, cavetown, lots of things really

18. Obsession?

Don't really have one

19. If you had one wish, what would it be?

Haven't really thought about it but the only thing coming to mind is to make the pain and guilt go away, maybe to be able to remember my past

20. Do you love someone?

Two people actually!

21. Kiss or hug?

Hug

22. Nicknames people call you?

Toby, small, baby, mia, midget, ducky

23. Favorite song?

Baby hotline

24. Favorite band?

Cavetown

25. Worst thing that has ever happened to you?

I was raped when i was 4-5 and cant remember it

26. Best thing that has ever happened to you?

I got into a community of people willing to teach my self carr

27. Something you would change about yourself?

My eyes, body and hair

28. Ever dated someone?

They're names were Lily, Jack, Elijah and Alex and ive long since broken up with them.

29. Worst mistake?

I dont wanna talk about it.

30. Watch the movie or read the book?

Both

31. Ever had a heartbreak?

Sort of but not really, im usually the one to break up with them first

32. Favorite show?

Adventure time or steven universe

33. Best day of your life?

When i met JD

34. Any talents?

Ive been told i can sing! I sing when i draw or when im just chillin outside. (id post a video of me singing but i aint got that confidence.)

35. Do you wish you could ever start over?

......sometimes.....

36. Any bad habits?

Chewing on my finngers and picking at my skin

37. Ever had a near death experience?

I almost got hit with a train when i was 5, i almost drowned when i was 10 or 11, i was almost trampled by cows (twice) when i was 11, and i almost fried myself 2 months ago!

38. Someone I can tell anything to?

I wanna say my boyfriend or girlfriend but my lack of telling them things says otherwise

39. Ever lost a loved one?

My grandma died a week after i was born but she neglected my mom so no one cared, my grandpa died last year on march 15th i think.

40. Do you believe in love?

I guess

41. Someone you hate/Dislike?

My brother kevyn, he tried to stab me multiple times when we were 7-10 and he always tried to drown me in the pool.

42. Are you okay?

I dont know anymore but i try to be

43. Relationship status?

Taken and happy.

Thats all of them! Thanks for asking!

[nixdragon]

it just occurred to me that i never see an vivian vande velde love/fanfic and maybe i don’t know something about her but she has a book with time travel that is literally just used as an excuse for a girl to hang out with her grandma for most of the book and the possibilites are great aka i was thinking about SHEILD and how if i time traveled back to just after wwii i’d want to hang out with my ‘one of the first women to be an accountant in the united states, feisty tiny red-head daughter of norweigian immigrants’ grandma and was like hmm... yes

though there is also the possibility that i’d be stuck with my farm raised, german speaking, strict teacher, 6 foot 2 grandma and that’s... she wouldn’t like my blue hair.

[lilpee-pee]

Hilda is even more obscure than I initially thought; a mythological masterpiece!

I’m not sure how many other people have noticed this, but here’s the list I’ve made from lots of research! This post will consist of no specific spoiler. But if you don’t want to know about anything yet, DO NOT READ THIS!!!

So after re watching the entire show, I noticed something rather interesting. Each episode features a creature or culture derived from ancient mythology. 

Episode 1;

The Elves: At first, I assumed this was about fairies. The tiny civilizations they must have. But after looking at the landscaping of the backgrounds, it hit me. These are based off of Iceland’s Huldufolk. This translates directly to hidden people. Said to be protectors of their good fortune, the government of Iceland made completely illegal any construction or interference with what is supposedly land that belongs to these small, invisible elves, who live in miniature houses called alfhols. Wait. Alf? Alfur? Coincidence? I think not. 

Episode 2;

Giants: The giants of Hilda are solely based off of Norse mythology. Legend tells of a tribe of beautiful giants, who once lived between the Sierra Nevada and the Rocky Mountains. There were hundreds of species, living in hundreds of habitats. The Great Spirit, however, grew tired of their aloof and mighty behaviors toward each other, so he allowed their enemies to conquer them; the humans. Only two giants survived: Paiute and his wife. Sounds about right. 

The Woodman: This monotone cryptic of Hilda’s assorted friends took me quite a bit of research to track down the origins to. But finally, I found him. Based on Greek culture, he’s actually a dryad, or “oak nymph”. These walking, wooden creatures exist to look after the oak tree they were forged from. So let’s suspend some disbelief and assume Hilda’s ancestor used the Woodman’s tree in order to build the cabin Hilda lives in. Why else would he have stuck around, since he’s always minorly annoyed and yet indubitably shows up in many of Hilda’s childhood crayon drawings? Just a thought.

Episode 3;

Thunderbird: These birds originate from Native American beliefs. By flapping its gigantic wings, it creates thunder and lightning, controlling the storm season and bringing excellent harvest. With storms, come rain, so the arrival of the thunderbird was always a promising sign. Present in their dances, tattoos, and carvings, he protected them from the great horned serpent and it’s destructive tendencies, bringing whoever favored him good luck and prosperity. Slides right in with Trolberg’s annual parade, don’t you think? And it brings a whole new connotation to the city’s “statue”, when the Great Raven explains how he had sat on top of it; his symbol was always present at the very top of a totem pole. 

Episode 4;

Vittra: These stinky little onions are more than they seem to be. From Northern Sweden, these underground dwelling nature spirits are very aggressive, territorial, and hated humans. They’re also known to have invisible cattle, which they milk for food and commonly steal from mortals who have wronged them. Really explains the cows, huh? They’re known to make humans’ lives miserable, especially when they meddle with their tunnels, lifestyle, or even cross their borders. Even in modern day, people have moved their homes away from any nearby “vittraställe”, or vittra way, just in case. 

Episode 5;

Trolls: Another Icelandic folktale, trolls are said to have been dim witted, man eating creatures that turned to stone upon contact with sunlight. Even in Lord of the Rings, they used these concepts. So why wouldn’t Hilda? If you visit the beaches of Iceland, it is said that the huge boulders scattered about the shores, and in the water, were once trolls. They were caught by the dawn as they attempted to crush the ships returning to their homes, carrying fishermen finding food for their families. These “troll rocks” are their bodies, reaching out to the sea, now forever entrapped in stone. 

Episode 6; 

Marra: Originally known as mare, which eventually attributes to the word “nightmare”, the Hungarian marra are malicious entities that possess humans with certain amounts of negative energy. Teenagers with depression, mostly, which also helped create the possessed, creepy kid trope in horror movies. While you sleep, they perch on your chest, and expose your mind to its deepest fear. Eventually, the marra evolved into the legend of the boogey man, so in retrospect, they never actually disappeared. 

Episode 7;

The Bragga: These outcasted group of elves, who made a failed contract with the Aldric family over “No Elf’s Land”, aren’t just coincidentally donning beard braids and helmets, obsessed with fighting physically, drinking ale, spitting, and riding rabbits like they’re jousting horses. They’re based off of Nordic Vikings, their separation from Scandinavia, and the culture that they eventually developed. Their tendencies to favor combat over reason is made evident, too, however stereotypical it may be. This is pretty much the only example the show has used so far to allude to a historical period of time. 

Episode 8;

Tide Mice: Taken from Mapuche mythology, these voodoo rodents are actually supposed to be colo colos. Evil, rat-like creatures, they hide in your house to feed on your saliva while you sleep, eventually bringing about comatose states and long term memory loss. Once all of your life juice has been depleted, your soul is completely sucked from your body and the colo colo consumes it in order to go on living. Despite their complete irrelevance with wicca, the way the show manages to assimilate the two is genius. 

Episode 9;

Ghosts: I feel like this speaks for itself. They’re very commonly used, but the show does a good, unique job of connecting a ghostly presence not with a negative haunting that needs to be handled or else everyone will die, but with a helpful spirit, just hanging around a house because it’s linked to a specific item or object. 

Episode 10;

Wind Spirits: The wind spirits, which were based off of Roman Anemoi, minor wind gods that each represented a cardinal direction, are shown in Hilda as debaters who couldn’t come to a conclusion. Their fighting is what makes gigantic natural disasters. This is mocking a bit of fun of Roman philosophers, who were known to sit around in their forums, arguing until the entire town couldn’t stand it. The irritated citizens would call these prolonged discussions, “storms of the intellect”. 

Episode 11;

Cursed Cottage: I have no clue where this myth derives from, and I couldn’t find much else except Into the Woods songs, but this is basically adopting the enchanted cottage trope. The gingerbread house that actually houses a wicked witch, the lone hut that holds everything Goldilocks longs for except for its occupants; so many fairy tales center their setting around a manipulative house that tries to snatch you up and never let you go. So this one is probably just a primal usage of that timeless idea, combined with a cool twist of inter dimensional neurotics. Pretty cool!

Episode 11;

Nisse: Also fondly known as house brownies, nisse are Norweigian dwarves, living inside of your home. Sometimes known to mischievously steal your things, like socks, car keys, old toys, jewelry, etc, they make nests in your walls or your abandoned, most frequently forgotten to check spots. If you are kind to them, leave them food, and treat them well, they will go out of their way to do good things for you, like wash your dishes, dust your desk, or, yknow, purge evil energies from your body. But if you anger them, they can be quite a hassle; breaking things is a usual reaction. Either way, if you ever catch them, you have the right to forcefully evict them from your home. 

Episode 12;

Black Hounds: Black hounds, throughout the history of mythology, are always seen as a dark, ominous omen, warning you of potential suffering, struggle, pain, turmoil, chaos and death. So pretty darn bad. Seeing a black hound, or even owning one, is still a superstition, today. They’re literally called the “accumulation of everything that is evil on this plane of existence.” But, if you haven’t already watched Hilda, keep Sirius Black in mind, and his patronus, which reminds us, “don’t read a book by it’s cover.” 

That’s all I’ve got to say, gamers! There are some that I skipped, like the lindworm, water spirits, stuff like that. But all in all, Hilda is a mythological masterpiece. Watch it whenever you can if you appreciate lore in any way, because it’s not just a beautiful, naturally diversified show about a socially anxious girl assimilating into a new culture. It’s taking incredibly interesting and obscure pieces of mythological history and braiding it into a perfectly constructed storyline. Whether or not it’s educational is up to you. Not even including here how breath takingly gorgeous the animation, use of color, and backgrounds are. Just... please. Don’t sleep on it! 

[fluorescentpipedream]

Caiden Ambrose - Former MI:5 operative, excels in hand to hand combat over any other kind of weaponry. He’s hired by Leo Barnes to join Livia Prim’s new security team in Florida/Las Vegas. Caiden comes highly recommended by a former partner of Barnes’

Walker Knox - Ford and Cora’s first son, though he comes around before they’re married, Ford and Cora do tie the knot before he’s born. This is his 2nd generation picture

Carter Standen - English Literature professor at Washington State University (apparently has a soft spot for one of his students) 

Dimitri Bournecelli - poet and novelist, he’s the first son of Liam Bournecelli and alpha of the Bournecelli clan. Despite being the oldest, Dimitri has managed to deny the animalistic “curse” of his family, refusing to allow his transformation to take hold though in doing so it’s just aggravating the beast inside. Because he’s the alpha, he is the start of a new line of animals and the one to cause the trigger of some other members of the family. Dimitri ends up picking up a prostitute in New York when he goes to visit his father and tries to help with his severely autistic cousin, David with his transformation. (David is a hedgehog...the men of the Bournecelli family have a genetic mutation that causes them to transform into different types of animals. What they turn into depends on some aspect of their personality, for example, David becomes a hedgehog because he curls in on himself and tries to hide) Dimitri ends up transforming during an incident with the young woman and becomes something similar to this: 

Sam Draven got a new picture

Joseph “Joey” Grier - Son of high profile action star and slightly eccentric actor Johnathan Grier. *See below*

Joey usually uses his mother’s last name, Mcleod when people ask him who he is. He and Sebastian Haynes have been friends since kindergarten when Sebastian knocked him down and stole his cookie and Joey jumped him to get it back. The boys wrestled for a while, their parents were called and ultimately they ended up becoming friends. Joey is a nerd like Sebastian, loving Dungeons and Dragons, somewhat into World of Warcraft and an avid reader, as well as a comic book collector. He has tried a few careers of his own, having a stint as a model between the ages of 10 and 14, he stopped suddenly after an incident with one of the male photographers. His father left acting for a while and though no one really talks about it, he was on house arrest after assaulting the photographer that tried to assault his son. Joey is an artist on his own right, he paints and draws and briefly took on a job as a voice actor in a Norweigian cartoon show one of his college friends made. He hasn’t dated anyone in several years, not for any other reason than he can’t really find anyone that’s not more interested in his father than they are in him. He strikes up a relationship with Frankie before she and Sebastian get together. 

Evan Rogers got an entirely new person and picture. He is a lacrosse player at O Fallon high school in Illinois though really wants to be on the stage. He ends up joining the drama class instead of woodshop and attempts to pursue his real dreams, rather than those of his father. 

Last but not least is Trevor Vaughn. Trevor is trouble and usually in it quite a bit. So much so that he is sent to a boarding school for troubled youth where he meets a much older woman interested in more than just his future and he is entirely too eager to be whatever she wants. 

@musesnotebook​

[hhjs]

which book of haruki murakami would you recommend to someone reading his work for the first time??

oh definitely norweigian wood! it’s his (arguably) best work, sputnik sweetheart also if you like reading ambiguous anti climatic stories!!! i kinda rec rashomon on the side (it’s not a novel by murakami but by ryunosuke akutagawa), it’s excellent. the language, hints of satire, setting of ambience!!! a must read