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bright-and-burning · 8 months ago

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thank u for the tag @monacotrophywife this took. too long to get around to lol

15 questions !!

are you named after anyone? my govie name no but eve yes! it’s my great grandma’s. my dad’s family has a kind of idk policy where your first name is Yours but your middle name is from somebody else. so my siblings and cousins and i have Original Names (not original as in like mackayleigheey just original as in not somebody else’s already. bc believe me some of our names are BASIC) and our middle names are all from grandparents + further back.

when was the last time you cried? i’ve been on the verge of tears a LOOOOOT lately. and i shed like five tears last week. but like Really cried was like january 11th ish when i moved out. i’ve had this stuffed rabbit since i was ~2 and my parents bought a perfect duplicate like the second month id had it bc i was so attached that they were like. we can NOT lose it and not have a backup (despite this i called both the same name). so i packed up one rabbit to take with me to my first solo apartment as a Real Adult and left one in my childhood bedroom. and that fucked me up soooo bad lol like the idea of here’s kid eve and here’s adult eve diverging paths… anyways.

do you have kids? i fuckin better not

what sports do you play/have you played? soccer, taekwondo, dance (ballet and tap for ~10 years) if you count that, running, a little bit of figure skating but like bootleg (aka my dad teaching me or me teaching myself w second hand skates) uhhhh. i feel like im forgetting something. oh gymnastics when i was very small. they had a lot of like, free/reduced cost sports opportunities for poor kids in my city so i’ve done a lot of things lol. owned a lot of second/third/fourth hand sports equipment over the years. if you’re in america (i cannot guarantee this exists anywhere else) and you’re in need of expensive sports equipment for cheap (or you’re looking to donate old sports equipment!) find yourself a play it again sports they came THROUGH for me and my siblings as a bunch of athletic poor kids

do you use sarcasm? frequently irl. probs less so online bc i don’t feel like it carries very well lol

what is the first thing you notice about people? hair!!!!! but otherwise it varies a lot. my favorite way to interact w ppl for the first time is to find something to compliment them on so i’m usually scanning everything to find like, oh they’ve got cool hair, cool tattoos, funky shoes, a fun patterned scrunchie, whatever.

what is your eye color? i Technically have heterochromia. but mostly green, i just have one solid brown stripe across my left eye

scary movies or happy endings? i don’t like Most Horror in general (tho i do fuck with a psychological thriller or black comedy movie a la the menu or last night in soho) so i’m gonna say happy endings

any talents? is it rude to say lots. lol. painting is probably my most “surprising” one. i can also still passably tap dance despite it being nearly 10 years since i stepped foot in a real studio. speed reading is another one; for some novels (shoutout pratchett for writing the world’s most readable and engaging novels) i was averaging like 550 wpm

where were you born? los angeles, baby. city of angels. la la land. tinseltown. etc

what are your hobbies? i am very good at picking up new hobbies and very bad at sticking with them for very long (until i get reinvested for like three weeks before dropping again etc). right now probably baking is the big one? writing. i’m trying to get back into painting this week actually!! we’ll see if i succeed

do you have any pets? my apartment is unfortunately pet free :( but my family pets are WONDERFUL. i have a dog who is a pitbull-corgi-mutt (so literally picture a corgi butt, legs, and the floppy baby corgi ears, plus a fat pitbull body, skull, and smile), and an orange cat :)

how tall are you? 5’0 on a good day

favorite subject at school? MATH!!!!! god bless math everybody. i had optional math homework in high school and sometimes when i was really annoyed w my other work i would procrastinate by doing the optional math work lol

dream job? i mean if anyone wants to step up and be my patron so i can oil paint photorealistic fabric folds all day… no but uhh what i do rn is my “realistic” dream job. my unrealistic but still technically feasible dream job is sports analytics. and my totally infeasible and impossible dream job is Art.

i’m gonna be honest i am so deeply behind on this that i think everyone has done it already. but if you haven’t and you’d like to, please consider yourself tagged <3

#tag game #not to say that art is an infeasible career #just that i like art and data equally and have not had like basically Any training in art #so obviously i chose the thing i liked the same amount (data/math/cs) that i could turn into a career significantly more easily

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tomboyyyaoi · 2 years ago

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huge shoutout to studio orange for making meryl even more autistic

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blankticket · 6 months ago

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🚿 = Do the mun and muse have any bathing routines? Any habits like singing in the shower? 💫 = How does either mun or muse handle being sick? Do they need someone to take care of them, or are they capable of taking care of themselves just fine? 🍎 = What do the mun and muse like to eat for a snack?

🚿 = Do the mun and muse have any bathing routines? Any habits like singing in the shower?

i don't think i do anything outside of the ordinary? i take my showers as hot as it can go, think really hard about things, scrub as hard as i can… though i don't think i've had like a bath since i was little. i'll put on music on my phone if i know i'm alone, usually a mix so that i can tell how much time i've spent without having to check a clock or touch a screen (which is something i also do for other things like swimming)

vash has an aversion to baths and also only takes showers. cold ones in the morning if there's any helping that. he takes his prosthetic entirely off for showers and bedtime (even though he's shown to have it on while sleeping in the show, i feel like it's for convenience's sake in storytelling and in repairs); he sets aside time in cleaning and maintaining it. he tends to hum a lot more than he sings.

💫 = How does either mun or muse handle being sick? Do they need someone to take care of them, or are they capable of taking care of themselves just fine?

i haven't been sick in a long while, i don't know if i'd handle it the same now… when i have to recover from a covid booster shot, if i have enough energy i do what i can to manage the symptoms on my own and strictly minimize my exposure to others. i don't like bothering anyone or letting anyone try to help. i've been really sick before (see: incident where anime almost killed me and likely caused me some brain damage) but i didn't want to go to the ER about it, so i didn't. if it happened again i still probably wouldn't wanna go. i lived anyway :p

i can kinda see stamps being similar in that, but i feel like he wouldn't mind being treated to being taken care of, although he will be very annoying about 'paying it back' twicefold even if there's nothing expected from him in return in being helped. he'd build up a lot of self-hate and seeing himself as a burden, etc. if he's being helped, though. while he's grateful about his trigun maximum counterpart & maximum wolfwood housing him and helping him recover from his giant challenge, he's probably holding that against himself forever. getting sick is like a smaller rendition of that. though i guess things will add up

🍎 = What do the mun and muse like to eat for a snack?

i have the tastebuds of a dog i'll eat almost anything anytime. pistachios are one of the only nuts i'm not allergic to, and it's also my favorite all-time fictional character's favorite snack, i like them a lot. it's fun to shell them and sort it in paper cups while watching something just to have my hands working at something. if we have chocolate in some form like a bar or kisses or whatnot i'll eat em in tandem with the stachios

vash is probably even less picky than me i think. though, the more time he spends in spirale the less meat he's eating. he likes oranges especially—it's fun to peel them, easy to share slices, and it makes him think abt the orange juice he's had to drink aboard ship five (shoutout studio orange lol). and of course there's wendy cope's legendary poem The Orange; i feel its tenderness about life resonates much with vash's hope and appreciation for peaceful living

#out of character.#answered asks.#headcanon.#punisheye #thanks so much! this was nice to answer at the end of my day

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iadyisa · 1 year ago

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@junsahyeon

WaveStudio88’s Bingo Last Task

Ceritain dong hal yang paling bikin kamu bahagia?

Hal yang paling bikin aku bahagia itu sangat banyak tapi yang paling utama adalah ketika aku akhirnya bisa lebih memprioritaskan diriku sendiri dan ketika melihat orang yang kita sayang bahagia! Ada lagi hal-hal sederhana yang bikin aku bahagia, contohnya main sama kucing, makan makanan yang enak, nonton film yang aku suka, ngelakuin apapun yang aku pengen, me time, main rp, upchar, ngobrol sama pacarku... terus yang paling bikin aku bahagia akhir-akhir ini sih pastinya berita debut baemon yaaa.. ^ ___ ^

4 stages of me!

Coba tunjukkin video kemampuan kamu!

Your favorite stage from Wave Studio?

No bokis tapi aku suka semua kegiatan yang ada di WaveStudio sih.. tapi yang paling berkesan dan masih aku inget sampai sekarang itu pas Hari Ejaan Van Ophuijsen alias Hidoep adalah koentji dan Childhood Day! Suka typing pake ejaan Van Ophuijsen terus kalo yang Childhood Day itu suka sama missionnya! Bisa edit-edit kaya buku diary :3

5 favorite songs?

Appreciate myself!

Hello, Viona Moneisha! I want to give you a big shoutout for making it this far. Life isn’t always a walk in the park, but you’ve managed to keep that smile on your face, even when things got challenging. I admire the way you’ve fully accepted your quirks and imperfections, turning them into a special part of who you are. Jangan sedih-sedih terus dan jangan insecure karena kamu keren banget! So, keep being your incredible self, because you’re not only cherished by others but also by, well, yourself. ♥️

What’s your favorite foods and drinks?

Banyak, tapi karena akhir-akhir ini lagi panas banget jadi lagi suka nyemilin buah mangga dan buah lengkeng! Ice cream juga suka banget tapi kayanya semua orang suka makan ice cream deh... Terus I love ayam kecap, mie ayam, seblak dan aci-acian! Alasannya karena enak banget lah, emang boleh orang gak suka sama makanan-makanan yang aku sebutin diatas? :(

Tag five directors and appreciate them!

Dear Producers

DIDO WITOOOO, kenapa sih secepet ini tinggalin kita semua... (mulai lebay) neeways, how’s your day? huhu kangen banget.. ini Meisya atau Viona, mau minta maaf kalau selama jadi Directors belum bisa jadi yang terbaik. Dan makasih udah kasih kepercayaan Iadyisa atau junsahyeon buat jadi Directors, beneran happy banget. Banyak hal yang bikin seneng selama 2 bulan disini and I’m thankful for that. Semoga abis ini kita selalu bahagia walaupun gak satu rumah lagi. I love you Dido and Wito. 🥺♥️

Love, VM.

#Spotify

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adriftinthev0id · 6 months ago

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*dabs* let’s do this!

1.) Do you make your bed?

Once in a blue moon, usually only cause I washed my sheets n stuff

2.) Favorite Number?

4! And anything with 4 in it.

3.) What’s your job?

Jobless and searching o7

4.) If you could go back to school would you?

Well technically I’m in school still (college) but if you mean High School ✨no✨

5.) can you parallel park?

I can’t even spell parallel >:2

6.) Do you believe in aliens?

The concept yes! I think the universe is too vast for us to be the only living things out there.

7.) can you drive a manual car?

I’m gonna be so real I don’t know the difference between a manual and non manual. I can drive the car I need to X/

8.) What’s your guilty pleasure?

I mean it’s not something I’m guilty about but I love dating sims. Or any romance adjacent kind of game that’s well made. (Go play DialTown it’s great I prommy)

9.) Tattoos?

Maybe one day but not currently .,.”

10.) Favorite color?

#f2a400, or any fall colors. Don’t question the specific orange, it’s totally NOT a Homestuck color.

11.) Favorite Type of Music?

I mean I’ll listen to anything if I like it, but I have a soft spot in my heart for Country Music!

12.) Do you like puzzles?

YEAHHHHHH!! Though im real bad at harder ones, they’re lots of fun!! (Cough cough Professor Layton cough cough)

13.) Any Phobia?

Aketchi is that you? I said I’m sorry for putting you in the dance outfit you just looked too classy! (Not gonna say, enjoy the Persona 5 reference instead ;) )

14.) Fav Childhood Sport?

I never really did sports? It just wasn’t my jam. I did always like playing Sharks and Minnows though.

15.) Do you talk to yourself?

Internally yea. Shoutout to all the game/show characters that have imbedded into my brain just so I can info dump ideas and stuff to them.

16.) What movies do you adore?

Anything Studio Ghibli.

17.) Coffee or Tea?

Tea!

18.) First thing you wanted to be growing up?

A farmer!

Uhhh feel free to do this if you want idk who to tag .2.

Get to know me tag game!

Tagged by @kitkatt0430 thanks for the tag <3<3<3

1. Do you make your bed?

Nope. I dropped making my bed as soon as my mom moved out. Maybe even before that. I sleep on two blankets and under a blanket. It’s just easier. And I toss a lot in my sleep and shits were always on the floor in the morning anyway. So I just stopped wasting my time and energy on making bed

2. Favorite number?

I consider 666 and 13 lucky ones. And have a soft spot for 6 and 9

3. What’s your job?

Post office. Night shifts. Salary sucks but it’s like two steps from my apartment and I spend most of the shift alone there

4. If you could go back to school would you?

Honestly? No. I’m too anxious to go back to learning. I dropped out the first time around. And I don’t really have passion for any subject to put myself through this kind of struggle. If I ever find something worth it maybe, but for now no

5. Can you parallel park?

Nope, I’ve never learned how to drive

6. Do you think aliens are real?

I don’t have a strong opinion. But with the size of the Universe? I thinks that’s quite a possibility

7. Can you drive a manual car?

Nope, I’ve never learned how to drive

8. What’s your guilty pleasure?

Hmm, Catwoman (2004) and other movies/shows I love but they are considered bad. And yeah, I know that catwoman is bad. But Halle Berry is so beautiful! And I have working eyes! (A Beginner's Guide to Endings on the other hand rated like 6 on imdb. I? I unironically think it’s a masterpiece)

9. Tattoos?

Yep! I have four for now: snake biting its tail on my right ankle (it goes around the ankle like a bracelet); flying crow on my right hand below the elbow; mass effect inspired geth crawling on my left shoulder and lightning and snowflakes (if you’re thinking it was inspired by ship you are right) all over my left hand below the elbow. Lightning goes on my palm and point finger. If I have more ‘spare’ money… I’ll get some more. I have ideas and places.

10. Favorite color?

Purple since I fell in love with hawkeye. And it was black for the most of my life. I still love black.

11. Favorite type of music?

Rock. Or metal? Or hard rock? I never thought too much about the types. So lets say rock. All the rock

12. Do you like puzzles?

Kinda? I like them but they are usually very hard for me to solve. And I hate feeling stupid. I like idea but rarely try to really solve them

13. Any phobia?

Insectophobia. I can’t even go near some bugs. Just nope. I once almost jumped under the car to avoid a bug

14. Favorite childhood sport?

Badminton. We never played by any rules. Just ‘do everything you can to keep the shuttlecock in the air’. And I was good at it. At school we once played with tennis rackets for almost two hours. Good times

15. Do you talk to your self?

All the time xD Sometimes aloud. “You are a strong capable woman you CAN STOP READING AND FINISH THIS” can be heard every shift from me to me. Luckily I’m the only one hearing this xD

16. What movies do you adore?

Wrath of Man and Pacific Rim and all Resident Evil movies (with Milla Jovovich) and 10 Things I Hate About You and Bring It On and MASH and From Dusk Till Dawn are my comfort movies/shows. I love the Critters trilogy. I love the new Star Trek trilogy. Nightmare on Elm Street (old ones). The Gentlemen. Old Guard. Kingsglaive: Final Fantasy XV (I rewatched it like four times in a row). The Suicide Squad. The Boondock Saints. Ten Inch Hero. Drive Angry… Well. Like. I have weird taste in movies I guess? (I’ve mentioned only movies I saw more than 5 times)

17. Coffee or tea?

Coffee. I can't find balance with tea. It’s either tasteless or makes me sick because it’s too strong. Coffee I can drink non stop. Hot and cold, instant and beans. I love the bitter taste of coffee.

18. First thing you wanted to be growing up

Veterinarian, I think. I always loved animals and thought that being the one to heal them is the best career ever

Tagging (no pressure): @holycafe, @nixie-deangel, @luna-shimizu, @bedalk, @madsteacup, @mommalosthermind, @eaion, @thing2dani and whoever feels like participating :3

#tag game #reblog

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slutforchocorobos · 4 years ago

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Since it's still mermay, H2O verse mermaid tail ranking:

(idk how this came to be so long, so it under a read more)

out of any music videos, commercials, TV shows, movies, H2O verse tails are still miles, MILES ahead in terms of construction and quality than almost any other production. (psh psh shoutout to JMB FX Studio) BUT i will blabber opinions bc i can

ON WITH THE RANKING:

#4 Mako Mermaids mermaid tails

Jonathan decided to expand everything: lore, universe, cast (so many tails and tops you guys, if I was the one in charge of gluing all those scales I would've killed myself on the spot) but his budget obviously wore thin.

so weak, so flimsy, need milk

These make me sigh to no end, why whyyy the same design as h2o when they have NO budget to afford the same tails.

Look at how they murdered my girls, the tails can no longer stand on its own, they look so sad. THE TAIL PHOTO IS PART OF THE ESSENCE OF H2O,THE MAIN DRAW OF A MERMAID SHOW. They really had to photoshop the tails on later seasons 😔. Tragic.

i appreciate that each tail has a fun unique pattern kinda animal inspired under the scales. it gives the tails an opportunity to blend with the characters and their personalities. also them tails still hit my little nostalgia bones.

#3: Mako Mermaids Merman tails

The addition of mermen was so good and the production fucked up the overall design of the mermen (no upper body fish details? for real? it really bothers me).

this tail wouldn't be so low in the list if it wasn't in the h2o verse. it's clearly the most creative design of the bunch (again getting killed by the lack of structure) but there's an established look to the tails, getting 3 similar designs with a realistic approach and a blue fantasy outlier???, not a fan of the color but I get why it happened, the shape tho????.

poor mako mermaids 😔 the tails don't have the same structural strength and intense detailing as the h2o ones. BUT COMMON ZAC IS THE MAIN CHARACTER (and on s1 the only merman). Mah boi Chai is too strong for these tails😭 look at how it bends at the ankles.

#2 H2O season 3 mermaid tails.

these have the opposite problem. these are so thick lol why do these weight 40 kilos lmao.

these look different from s1, not a problem. they look yellower and lighter in color. the fish detailing is thicker. the tail has glitter in it now?? this simplified design helped me understand the anatomy of the tail, so my art skills owe to this design a lil bit lol, and it looks pretty underwater tbh.

I don't get the change tho, the show has a darker plot, the characters have grown up but the tails have a more kid friendly look??? I don't remember toys of them.

why make a whole new set of tails when the new mermaid got transformed on the opposite side of the world and the other two already had tails

sidenote: these ruined all fan edits that wanted all 4 mermaids together (5 if you include Charlotte) bc they had to edit either Emma or Bella with the other tail and it looked weird and mismatched.

Honorable mention: H2O Season 1 Miriam costume contest tail

this one is so funny, it mocks the practicality of mermaid costumes. it looks opposite of what our "real" mermaids look like. all colorful and shiny and over the top. Also this look gives miriam a good amount of karma thanks to kim lol.

#1 H2O season 1 mermaid tails

LOOK AT THEMMMM. 2006, the start of the gritty realistic aesthetic in TV and movies, and those mermaid tails fit so beautifully in that era. the bright campy 2000s beach fashion + dark "realistic" fantasy is such a *chef kiss* combination.

the tails are designed to look as real as possible, a tail for an animal that big needs muscles, the tails need to look strong enough to push the mermaid and flexible enough to believe the fluke is still a movable body part.

The brown-orange kinda fits into the realistic fish colors plus those naturally occuring in human skin + hair. also the top gives a unified whole bodyness to the transformation 💕

THE TEXTURE, oh god those scales were glued with love istg and that fluke was carved with so much detail and care.

these tails oof they invented mermaids istg any future mermaid media owes them BIG TIME. if it's cgi the tail needs to look strong, integrated into the body, and affect the movement accordingly, if it's practical effect they need to hide them knees and ankles!!, those breaks ruin the illusion of flow and hydrodynamics while swimming ( + recognizing a human body underneath kinda breaks the immersion).

h2o season 4 when 😔😔😔

#h2o just add water #do i tag mako mermaids? i dont hate the show but uhhh this list isnt kind to them :T #@ gifmakers i owe u my life #mermaid #mermaids #h2o jaw #Johnathan M Shiff #costume design #mermay

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nationalharryleague · 4 years ago

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Work of Art

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Genre: AU, Artist!Harry, fluff, angst if you squint

Word count: 4K

A/N: Hi everyone! This is my entry for @hsogolden ’s AU writing challenge! Check out their blog they are incredibly talented!!! ALSO, a MASSIVE thank you and shoutout to the lovely Miss Lu, @harrysgucciloafers!!! I could have never done it without her!! Thank you so much for reading and remember, feedback is so so so appreciated!!! You can also send requests to my ask anytime!! I hope you enjoy :) More of my writing can be found in my masterlist :)

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Sleep was fleeting and you remained staring at your popcorn ceiling in your shitty apartment for longer than you would have liked. It was later than you would have liked when your phone buzzed and lit up the ceiling of your bedroom. Knowing sleep was still far off, you rolled over and examined the text from an unknown number, the bright screen blinding you in the process.

Hi, I was thinking of you today. I thought I would show you this piece that I made of you. Hope you’re doing well. Hx, attached was a slightly blurry photo of a beautiful painting of a woman.

The woman in the painting was made up of beautiful bright colors, her skin a mix of green, blue, and purple tones. Her eyes were a bright and captivating cerulean, standing out behind wide framed glasses, and she wore an intriguing and knowing smirk on her lips. Her hair fell down in blunt bangs over her forehead and framed her heart shaped face. She was young, looking to be only a little bit older than you.

The painting was captivating. It was crafted with such bright tones, using color blocking that blended the abstract with some elements of realism. It felt like someone poured all of their emotion and adoration or hurt (you couldn’t decide which) into it. You couldn’t decide if the artist loved or hated this figure staring back at you. One thing you knew was that whoever texted you was incredibly talented and had obviously dedicated so much time to this piece. You felt awful that it hadn’t reached its intended destination.

Um… Wrong number, you typed out, feeling a pang of sympathy for whoever ‘H’ was.

Oh… okay. Sorry to bother you., your phone screen lit up again.

Your art is beautiful, you quickly sent back, attempting to offer some sort of consolation to the mystery artist. Sorry I’m not who you wanted to talk to.

Don’t worry about it. Just looking for someone from a lifetime ago.

That last part kept you up for most of the night. You couldn’t stop thinking about what that could mean. Old friend? Estranged relative? Another artist? You let your mind dream up Oscar-worthy scenarios until you finally fell asleep.

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“Please come to Scott’s art show with me,” Grace whined from across the table at your favorite coffee shop. Grace was your best friend from college and hadn’t figured out to get rid of you yet.

“You know how I feel about your shitty boyfriend and his shitty art,” you fired back. Scott was a pretentious “artist” who made “ironic” misogynistic sculptures and frequently “forgot” to pay Grace back for his share of rent. You hated his guts.

“I promise I’m going to break up with him soon. I just need to get to the end of the month so I get my money’s worth for rent,” she assured you. “By the way, I’m going to need some help moving out at the end of the month,” she mentioned nonchalantly. You let out a chuckle at her and playfully rolled your eyes.

“I will go to the show with you on one condition.”

“Anything.”

“You’ll hold my hand.”

A few hours later you walked into the modern and cold art show space, holding onto Grace’s hand for dear life, feeling unwelcome in this environment. Grace blended in easily, her bright blue hair and arms of tattoos suiting her well. The edgiest thing you had ever done was getting your nose pierced… until your grandma threw a fit and your mom made you take it out. You were not an artist and you did not feel welcome in the art community, or at least the type of artists that hang out with Scott. You worked in an office, you dressed plainly and simply, and you didn’t think there was anything special about yourself. You were strikingly ordinary, a sharp contrast from most other people in the gallery. You felt like an outsider because you were one.

Walking around the gallery, you hung onto Grace while examining and appreciating the artwork. You took careful steps, as if to not take attention away from the paintings on the walls and spent time examining each piece as you moved through the room. As you moved from wall to wall, your eyes fell on a strikingly familiar painting. The same girl with the bright blue eyes and the bangs stared back at you, the devilish smirk still playing upon her lips like she knew you had met before.

Releasing Grace’s hand, you all but ran up to the painting in question, trying to take in all the details that didn’t translate over the slightly grainy photo on your phone. The painting took on a life of its own up close. The paint itself was layered thick and thin across the canvas creating a rough texture that made the girl come alive. You were half waiting for her to make eye contact with her captivating baby blues and start staring back at you. You felt like you could reach inside the canvas and hold the beautiful woman’s face in your hands.

“Do you like it?” a deep British voice asked after clearing their throat behind you.

“Oh, it’s so beautiful,” you murmured, still staring at the green and purple woman. It took you a moment to rip yourself away from her piercing eyes and look towards the voice, only to turn around and find an even more captivating set.

They were bright green and belonged to a tall, dark haired man that was breathtaking. He had chocolate brown curls that seemed to be sticking in every direction, like a purposefully perfect bedhead, and stubble that moved up his jaw and down his neck. He had plushy pink lips framing his bright smile and his two front teeth came down the tiniest bit too far. He was wearing a white tshirt that was painted to his fit body as it was a size too small for him, showing off his arms of tattoos, and a pair of orange corduroy flares. His ensemble was topped off with a pearl necklace. He arched a brow when your mouth hung open slightly, trying to take all of him in.

“The painting is gorgeous,” you eventually were able to spit out. “I feel like I know her.”

“I’m glad that I was able to create something so captivating,” he smiled at you. So he was the one that painted it, meaning he was the one who had texted it to you. After getting over the initial shock, you gave yourself an internal high five for having this guy’s number. “Harry,” he introduced himself, reaching out a perfectly manicured hand to shake yours. “Nice to meet you.”

“I’m Y/N,” you smiled back, debating if you should tell him that you had kind of met before. It felt creepy to tell him, like you were some sort of voyer on an intimate part of his life. “I love her. Can you tell me a little bit more about it?” you asked. You had to figure out if it was worth being creepy about.

“So did I,” he said with a light chuckle. “She’s someone that I used to know,” he elaborated looking over your shoulder, surely making eye contact with the woman. Maybe you were reading into it too closely, but you thought a flash of hurt passed across his features.

“Do you always paint mysterious people from your past?” you teased, wanting to break the slightly awkward silence and also willing to do anything to talk to him further.

“Actually, I’m mainly a landscape painter,” he smiled at the ground, hands shoved deep in his pockets. Looking back at Harry’s wall of paintings you realized that the girl was the only person on the wall, flanked by beautiful landscape paintings depicting all different areas of the world. You quickly picked your favorite, a monochromatic green scene of the Eiffel tower.

After you asked if he traveled a lot to paint, the conversation began to flow. You strolled around the mainly empty studio space, footsteps falling in sync, him teaching you about his paintings and you asking questions, desperate to learn anything you could from him and just wanting to hear that beautiful accent. You learned he grew up in Cheshire and moved to New York for school and never left, but he travelled to Europe often to see his family and to paint. He told you about how his ultimate goals in life were to have one of his pieces in the Museum of Modern Art and to find his soulmate. He was a hopeless yet hopeful romantic. He also had two cats, Evie and Stevie (the latter was obviously named after Stevie Nicks).

He was so beautiful. He had this magical twinkle in his eye that you just couldn’t get over. He looked like he was one of the sculptors’ in the room’s life work. He was just as much of a piece of art as anything on display in the studio.

When the crowd started to thin, Grace came and found you, still rolling her eyes from something stupid Scott had said, him trailing not far behind. “Hi my love,” she greeted you, kissing your cheek casually as always. “We were getting ready to head out but I can see you’ve made a friend.”

“Harry is the artist behind all these amazing paintings,” gesturing to the long wall displaying his artwork. “This is my best friend Grace,” you said, turning back to him. “And that’s her soon to be ex-boyfriend, Scott,” you laughed and pointed to him staring at a blank white canvas in the corner that was obviously not part of the exhibition.

“Wait,” he began, shaking his head and laughing, pointing accusingly between the two of you. “You two aren’t together?”

“What? No!”

“It’s just that you were holding hands for a while when you came in and then she called you ‘love,’ and then kissed your cheek,” he continued laughing, his cheeks a bright red. It was adorable. You felt your cheeks heat up just as bright red as his.

“Oh my god, no.” You broke out into a fit of giggles of your own.

“Well, in that case, would you like to grab a drink or something sometime?”

***

You decided to order a martini when you got to the bar the next night. You thought it would make you look fancy and you hoped it would impress your worldly date. You had put on your favorite red dress (the one that hugged you in all the right spots and hid the wrong ones), praying he would dress up like you did, and slid carefully onto the barstool. Bouncing your knee nervously, you sipped your drink slowly until you saw his well dressed figure enter the bar, making your heart skip a beat.

He was dressed in high-waisted wide-legged tan pants and a bright red cardigan printed with small white hearts that was held together in the front by a single button, leaving his chest and signature pearl necklace on display. His chest tattoos were now slightly visible, the faces of two swallows looking back at you, as well as what you thought might be some sort of antennae peeking up from his stomach. He also wore an award winning smile and shot you a wink when he spotted you from the entrance of the bar. Once again, he took your breath away.

“Hello darling,” he greeted you as he made his way over. You began to panic when he started leaning into you, relieved when his lips found their way to your cheek and quickly moved to the other. When he kissed your cheeks, it sent sparks through your body. Oh my god, he is so British, you squealed inside your head, unable to suppress your American excitement. “I like your color choice,” he smirked looking between your outfits of almost the exact same red. You could only hope your cheeks didn’t match as well.

“Great minds dress alike,” you remarked, earning a laugh from the gorgeous man in front of you. Turns out, your joke was enough to break the ice. Soon the conversation began to flow freely, without anxiety or trepidation, like you were a pair of souls reunited after lifetimes apart. You were two martinis in when you decided to break the news that the art gallery was not the first time you had spoken.

“I think I have to break something to you,” you giggled, everything seeming a little funny after a few drinks, “the art show was not the first time we met.” His eyebrows knit together in slight confusion so you decided to elaborate. “The night before the show you sent a picture of that painting to a wrong number, and that wrong number was me. I promise it was all a coincidence and I am not stalking you.” You held your breath while you waited a moment with bated breath for a reaction from him, but released the stress that had found its way into your shoulders when his smile returned to his lips.

“I knew you had more interest in Amelia than most people,” he chuckled. Amelia, you repeated to yourself, now having a name for the face of your mystery woman.

“When Grace dragged me to that studio and I saw her again, I just had to know more. But then I met you and got a little distracted,” you flirted, “accidentally” nudging his leg with the point of your stiletto.

“I’m glad I’m just a distraction to you,” he feigned offense, clutching his pearl necklace with the hand that wasn’t hanging onto his neat tequila.

“Meeting you tonight was actually just an elaborate ruse to learn more about your Amelia,” you sarcastically confessed, sending him back one of the winks he had been shooting you all night. Your wink wasn’t met with his typical laugh, but a slightly pained smile that didn’t reach his eyes. You worried you had hit a nerve.

“She’s not my Amelia anymore. Actually, I don’t think she ever was,” he spoke gently, taking a sip of his drink and breaking eye contact for what felt like the first time tonight. Oh no oh no oh no, you began to panic in your head. What did this woman do to him?

“I once had an ex tell me they had cancer so I wouldn’t break up with them,” you offered, forcing a laugh and praying you could brighten up his mood again. Thankfully, it worked, bringing back the crinkles by his eyes that appeared whenever he smiled or laughed.

You breathed a sigh of relief when the rest of the night went smoothly. It was better than smooth actually, it felt easy and exciting. Harry made your heart sing and your stomach flutter. He was a perfect gentleman, walking you all the way home (even when he lived on the other side of the city) and even up to your apartment, insisting he needed to make sure you made it inside safe.

The pair of you were standing in front of your front door when he leaned in and pressed his blushed lips to yours. He tasted like the lime that sat on the rim of his drunk and smelled like shampoo and vanilla. Every hair on your body stood up on point and everywhere he touched you felt like your skin lit on fire; you never wanted this moment to end. He gently held your face and you could feel his lips turn into a smile as he pulled away, his beautiful green eyes meeting yours once again.

“I had a really good time tonight,” he breathed, unable to wipe the smile off his face.

“I think we should do this again,” you said, still catching the breath that he took away.

“I promise you’ll be hearing from me soon. I already have your number,” he chuckled, still beaming. You watched as he walked down the hallway away from you, winking and blowing you a kiss before turning the corner. As soon as you entered the apartment, you slid down your front door, dizzy from the haze he had created in your head. You couldn’t wait to see him again.

***

After that night, you couldn’t believe someone like him kept coming back to someone like you. You insisted you were too boring for someone who had such an incredible personality and background. Yet three months later, he was yours and you were his.

You spent almost all your nights together, crammed into one of your small New York City apartments, wrapped in each other’s arms and hypothetically solving the world’s problems. You had learned in this time that Harry was incredibly intelligent and well spoken, no matter how long it took him to get his words out due to his slow cadence. In your conversations, you had come to the agreement that most of the world’s problems could be solved with a little empathy and that green was definitely the best color.

Tonight you laid naked in his bed, your head resting just above your favorite butterfly, and played with his fingers as you listened to him speak about postmodernism and how it rocked the art world. You didn’t understand a thing he was going on about but you loved to hear him speak, his voice vibrating through his chest and how he pulled on his bottom lip when he was thinking. You scanned the studio apartment from his bed, trying to pay attention but losing that battle. The floor was littered with finished and unfinished paintings leaning up against the walls and you noticed one familiar face you had grown fond of was missing.

“Where did your painting of Amelia go?” you asked when he took a second to breathe during his diatribe.

“I sold it,” he said curtly. You hadn’t talked much more about Amelia after that first night, the woman obviously being a sore spot, but you couldn’t help but wonder what happened.

“Oh, okay. I liked that painting a lot,” you spoke cautiously, trying not to hit whatever nerve you had previously.

“It was nice, but I think she should haunt someone else now,” he said with a sigh. Haunt?, you thought to yourself.

“H,” you began, rolling yourself off him to look him in the eye, “can I ask what happened with her?” You held your breath, afraid you might lose him to the heartbreak again.

“Don’t worry about her, she’s long gone.”

“Harry,” you lightly scolded him by using his full name which you rarely did, thinking back to when you agreed not to keep anything for each other. With a sigh, he began to speak.

“I was with her for a couple months last year and when I look back at it, it was really messy. We fought all the time and kept a lot from each other. But I had my rose colored glasses on and I would go as far as saying I was probably in love with her. I was even looking for engagement rings.” You felt a pang of jealousy within you at the idea of Harry loving anyone else. “That was until I found out that she already had a husband.”

Your heart broke for him after your initial shock, resting your hand on his warm cheek in an attempt to soothe him. He didn’t seem sad recounting the story or at the mention of her like he was before; he was now dealing with the remaining hurt of rejection.

“I painted her while I was still really mad,” he continued. “My original plan was to send it to her husband and tell him what had happened. But I decided that three lives didn’t need to be ruined instead of one. And then I was just kinda stuck with the painting. I thought selling it was a good way to get her out of my life and it’s more productive than lighting it on fire,” he finally said with a light chuckle.

A lot made sense all of a sudden. You now understood why Harry always got a little jealous when he saw other guys looking at you. He would loop an arm around your waist and press a kiss to your cheek while he stared them down. He thought you didn’t notice but you always did. You also understood why he was so open with you about how much he cared about you. It was a good thing you were equally as obsessed with him.

“I’m sorry, H. You didn’t deserve to go through all of that,” you said softly after a moment, unsure of what else you could offer.

“It’s okay. We grow from our past,” he shrugged. “And if I hadn’t painted her, I wouldn’t have found you,” he smiled sweetly, pulling you back into him and pressing his lips onto yours.

***

“Oh my goodness, what are you doing?” you giggled when Harry asked you to close your eyes.

“I have something to show you. Please close your eyes,” he asked again.

“What if I don’t want to close my eyes?” you teased, poking the dimple in his cheek caused by his cheeky grin. He rolled his eyes and began his plea again.

“Close your eyes, please. Do it.”

You gave in this time, closing your eyes and letting your heart flutter in anticipation. Harry knew you loved surprises and often took advantage of that fact. You felt him gently rest his cupped hands over your eyes, obviously not trusting you to not peak (he probably shouldn’t). He pressed himself to your back, urging you to make your way further into his apartment.

“Styles, if you let me walk into something, I swear to god,” you continued your giggling, overcome with excitement. Harry mumbled an ‘Oh, hush,’ in your ear before he stopped you both and lifted his hands away.

Your breath caught in your throat as you took it in. The painting was in Harry’s signature style, layered bright colors and varied textures across the canvas. Staring back was your own face, painted in a bright red monochrome with the exception of the color of your eyes that remained the same. You were posed with a bright smile that crinkled the skin by your eyes and you were wearing the red dress that you had worn that first night at the bar.

“Harry, oh my god. It’s so beautiful,” you managed to get out, still in shock.

“I know you don’t think you are, but are the most extraordinary person I’ve ever met. I wouldn’t want anyone else in the world to be my muse.” You felt as if you could explode or melt with the amount of love you had for this man. You held him up on such a pedestal, and now you knew he did the same for you. “From the moment I saw you, I thought you were a work of art. So, I thought I’d actually make you into one.”

Your cheeks burned from the smile you couldn’t shake if you wanted to and you felt yourself get a little teary eyed. You felt as if you had spent the majority of your life thinking you were nothing special and just another person walking down the street. Harry made you feel like you were the center of the universe. You wanted to love yourself like Harry loved you; like you loved him.

“I love you,” you blurted, small tears rolling down your face, wiped away by Harry’s talented hands.

“I love you too,” he murmured softly, pulling your body to his. “I’ll always have your face hung up high in my gallery.”

There she is!! I hope you enjoyed it!! You can let me know what you think here!! :)

#harry styles fan fiction #harry styles fan fic #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles angst #harry styles fluff #harry styles drabble #harry styles burb #harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #harry styles fic #harry fan fic #one direction #one direction fan fiction #harryandhockey

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tae-bebe · 3 years ago

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mini tag spam

it’s been a while ! so here’s a lil roundup

tagged by my sweet shirley @shadowhackerjin and angel @euphhorias to do this equally sweet studio ghibli inspired story, im v happy with these warm brown and green tones

then tagged by lovely shirley and belen again and also my babies @blueandtaes nd @chickenooodlehope in the movie tag game

rules: you’re starting in a movie with the last person saved in your camera roll and the last song you listened to is the title. who/what is it?

with this combo of soft tae and soft angst from haim (shoutout to @textsfrombangtan for this tae playlist which i have quite literally had on repeat) im thinking a hurt/comfort indie romcom directed by greta gerwig pls and thank u

also tagged by darling shirley to do this very self indulgent pic crew

and these lil music tags as well ! so:

rules: post 5-9 albums u can't live without (not including any bts bc idk how i could just choose one)

calm - 5sos

melodrama - lorde

something to tell you - haim

ginger - brockhampton

you're a man now, boy - raleigh ritchie

telefone - noname

channel orange - frank ocean

rules: You can usually tell a lot about a person by the music they listen to! Put your music library on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, then tag 10 people!

to noise making (sing) - hozier

outlaw - russ

junie - solange

a world alone - lorde

woman woman - little comets

juke jam - chance the rapper

go slow - haim

advice - kehlani

seigfried - frank ocean

all we need - raury

tagging: @hellojeongkook @taehyungsupremacy @taejinnies @textsfrombangtan @bisexualrapline @sunshineggukie @pjmsdior @m0ontaeil @sugacutie @sweetpjm

#about me #hello lads and ladies im (sort of) back #missed u all #beloved moots

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lunaxbelle · 5 years ago

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DEBORRAH FILOMENO

• Perfectionist, Self-Assured, Family Oriented

• 24, Aquarius, Female, Pansexual

• Korean-Spanish-Filipino

• Singer 🎤

Personality and Role:

Deborrah is known for her strong, attractive, passionate, and confident nature. Although she grew up with her strict grandparents, she is a very family-oriented person who loves family gatherings and feels at peace when she’s with them. Also, she adapted the personality of her grans wherein she always think before acting and always showing her best for everyone. Because of this, she’s having troubles to open up about her own problems and tends to hide her true emotions and cover it up with a persona to whichever the situation needs.

When talking about her skills, Deborrah is confident with her dancing abilities. Whenever she’s stressed out, she goes to the local dance studio to release the tension and because of this, Deborrah made some few good friends who helped her in honing/ improving her dance skills. Moreover, Deborrah is twice as confident with her singing abilities. She regulary performs at La Luces— a popular local hangout place for teens and young adults. As a result, she gained a bit of fame and started composing songs. However as a perfectionist, Deborrah only had 5 released songs since she always thought that her pieces are always “lacking” or “not enough”. This is the only aspect of her life that she’s still not assured of.

Music Taste and Fashion Style:

Deborrah’s music taste/ style has quite evolved as she gets older. She grew up with her grandparents so she was initially exposed to jazz and some bossa nova, allowing her to learn basic piano. Then when she reached High School, she was addicted to Korean Dramas so she mostly sang movie/ drama soundtracks and slow-tempo ballads. Now that she’s older, she is more focused into R&B, Nu Jazz, French House & a bit of 70’s disco.

On the other hand, Deborrah loves warm aesthetics so she’s usually seen wearing the colors yellow, orange and brown— whether it’s plain or patterned. But sometimes she likes to keep it classy and sexy hence you can also see her in some white’s and red‘s.

Other Noted Characteristics:

• She’s multi-lingual. She can very well speak in English, Spanish, Tagalog, and a bit of Korean and French.

• She loves animals! Deborrah owns a Golden Retriever named Peaches. 🍑

• She is an aspiring cook. She just started learning gourmet cooking and baking.

• She always goes the extra mile and acts motherly towards her friends.

Skills:

Singing - 6

Dancing - 4

Charisma - 4

Piano - 1

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I hope you guys like her as much as I do! And a big shoutout to all the amazing CC creators for the creations that I used. ❤

@acid-plumbobs ✨

#simstarauditions #simstars #ts4 #ts4 challenge #the sims 4 #lunaxbelle #ts4:model #deborrah filomeno

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world-en0ugh-and-time · 6 years ago

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Watching Classic Doctor Who!

#1: An Unearthly Child, 1963.

A new blog series in which I (a 20 year old who grew up with NuWho) watch every surviving episode of Classic Who ever and share my thoughts!

[all images/screen caps mine. feel free to use, credit if you’re feeling extra nice!]

(previous posts: [1], [2])

At 5:16 pm on Saturday 23rd November 1963, when the first ever du-du-du-du sounded from television screens across Britain, whilst a strange light cut a black background and morphed into strange abstract pattern while the now iconic wee-wooo-woooo played, I don’t think anybody could have predicted that almost 56 years later, that theme would be one of the most recognisable tunes in television history.

Over 40 years later, a little girl watched a blue box fly through strange circles of light and heard the same theme play for the first time, the words “Doctor Who” appearing in an orange oblong shape, and my own love for this remarkable programme was born. Just as my father, aged eleven in 1963 had been drawn in by this exciting new adventure in time and space, I was smitten, and thirteen years later my love is still going strong. So read on for my thoughts/review/commentary on the first ever story that Doctor Who gifted to us, An Unearthly Child! I’ll try and keep it spoiler free for those who haven’t seen it before.

The first thing I noticed was how similar the original theme music arrangement was to the current version today. I miss Murray Gold’s music massively but I love this nod to the show’s roots that Segun Akinola has given us! It really fits with Chibnall’s back-to-basics take on the show. The original title sequence is so trippy and cool, amazing given the limited technology in the early sixties!

The first main characters we meet are schoolteachers Ian Chesterton and Barbara Wright, who muse over strange but brilliant fifteen year old student, Susan Foreman, whose grandfather “doesn’t like strangers”. Barbara lends Susan a huge book on the French Revolution, which she promises to have read by the next morning. Gallifreyans seem to have the skills to read incredibly fast, and I like the nod to this concept in the first ever episode of the rebooted series, where Nine reads a whole book in seconds.

When Barbara and Ian follow Susan “home”, she enters an empty junkyard and disappears. The only thing in the yard is a blue police telephone box... This show instantly feels wonderfully familiar and I know I’m in for a great time.

And then we meet the Doctor, the original Doctor! William Hartnell is old and crotchety and clever and wonderful and although a far cry from Matt Smith or Jodie Whittaker, I instantly feel that this is the Doctor, and he is brilliant.

Ian: I think we’d better go and fetch a policeman. And you’re coming with us!

The Doctor, very sarcastically: oooh, am I?

I love the sass!

Without giving too much else away, episode 1/4 culminates in the Doctor kidnapping Barbara and Ian (another great nod from Chibnall by having Thirteen do the same thing to her first companions, albeit accidentally) and I did laugh out loud when the T.A.R.D.I.S. taking off made Barbara and Ian faint, VERY dramatically. The big reveal of the bigger on the inside doesn’t disappoint, and once again this grainy old black and white programme from 35 years before I was even born feels completely like home.

The next three episodes are set in 100,000 BC, where the Doctor and his companions find themselves trying to escape a tribe of savage cavemen. My archaeological knowledge did ruin this a bit as by the Middle Palaeolithic, man definitely had command of fire (evidence suggests that homo erectus were already using fire!) and it is rather an insult to our poor hunter-gatherer ancestors dressing them up like Neanderthals and suggesting they have no concept of friendship. But the story is great fun and we get to see some early character development, although I was not at all happy when the Doctor was willing to smash the skull of an injured caveman just because he was slowing down their escape! I like the theory that Ian stopping him is what cemented his love for humanity and stopped him from going ‘too far’, though, and makes me think of the wonderful friendship that was Donna and Ten.

And a favourite quote,

The Doctor: Fear makes companions of us all.

He says this to Barbara when she remarks on him being kind to her, and is such a central idea to Doctor Who. Of course Moffat would make it that CLARA implanted this sentiment in a young Doctor’s mind in Listen, which is really quite infuriating as while I liked Clara, Moffat’s lowkey obsession with her as a character was rather tiresome after a while. Still, I like the connections that can be made between Classic and NuWho.

Needless to say they make it out alive and fly off to a new planet, where a Geiger counter needle creeping to “critical” leaves us on a cliffhanger for the next story: The Daleks. On the screen we see a (incredibly unrealistic) jungle world. We have arrived for the first time on the planet Skaro.

Some overall thoughts then.

Characters:

Susan’s premise is great, but her constant screaming gets annoying after a while. Apparently this is why Carole Ann Ford left the role, and tbh I can see why. I love her’s and her grandfather, the Doctor’s relationship though!

Barbara and Ian are cuties together! I ship it. Ian is certainly a “tiresome young man” at times but I like the two overall. Look how cute!!

The Doctor! Yes, I love Hartnell! I’m looking forward to him softening up a bit but I can really see where Capaldi took inspiration from him and I do love grumpy space grandpa!Doctor.

The story:

Prehistoric inaccuracies aside, it was a fun story. The set and props are laughable at times but it’s the low-budget-ness of this show that is one of the things I love. Shoutout to this hilarious dead wild boar:

I’d like to take a minute to cry about the fact that ‘John Smith’ isn’t any old alias, but a member of one of the Doctor’s grandaughter’s favourite Earth bands. (S)he’s such a softie at heart. I wonder what alias Thirteen would take.

The T.A.R.D.I.S. interior is great. It has the original round things! I love the round things!

Fun facts:

The bones in the ‘Cave of Skulls’ came from an abattoir. Apparently they smelt awful under the hot studio lights.

The assassination of JFK took place the day before the first episode aired. They re-aired the episode the next week before the second ep as viewing figures had been low due the the news.

And that’s me about done! Sorry this post has been SUPER long, but I hope it’s an interesting read for modern and classic Who fans alike! Next post, my thoughts on the first ever meeting of the Doctor and the Daleks.

#doctor who #dw #classic doctor who #classic who #william hartnell #the first doctor #susan foreman #carole ann ford #barbara wright #ian chesterton #jaqueline hill #william russell #review #classic who review #an unearthly child #the tardis #i review classic who

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whofanforsexed · 2 years ago

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Food Diary: Week Two

Yet another sesame seed bun (ft. salted butter, Philadelphia, table salt, ground black pepper, deepfried spicy breaded chicken bites, melted plastic cheese, chopped spring onions & spinach, and diced cherry tomatoes), a shortbread finger, strawberry Fruitellas, a Philadelphia wrap (ft. salted butter, table salt, ground black pepper, chopped spring onions & spinach, deepfried chicken bites, and leftover Double Dragon takeaway salt & pepper chicken chilies), three small toasts (buttered), a clementine, a small portion of cheesy garlic mashed potato (ft. salted butter, Laughing Cow cheese spread, table salt, ground black pepper, and garlic granules, and Laughing Cow cheese spread), peas (with salted butter, table salt, and ground black pepper), two Mediterranean style pork chops, a selection of Tangfastics (five cola bottles, three pairs of cherries, one orange key), one Sinfadil, half a bottle of Blue WKD, Doctor Who (The Aztecs), sleep.

A clementine, a Philadelphia wrap (ft. salted butter, table salt, ground black pepper, chopped spring onions & spinach, deepfried chicken bites, and leftover Double Dragon takeaway salt & pepper chicken chilies), homemade chips & two pork pies (dusted with table salt, drizzled with Hellman’s mayonnaise and [Bull’s Eye] Carolina Reaper Extra Hot Sauce, topped with chopped spring onions & spinach), two episodes of Last Week Tonight (the studio still feels weird), sleep.

A clementine, several small carrots, a chapter of The Body Keeps The Score (as ever with IFS stuff, very interesting and occasionally bordering on seeming potentially useful or insightful, but exhaustively rigid, frequently overstated, and relentlessly jargon heavy), two episodes to Jay & Miles (some stuff with The New Mutants exploring coming of age through grief & aliens that I think was very formative for the episodes of Buffy dealing with Joyce’s death, both The Body and the story right after, and a Hawk Talk on sitcoms that included a shoutout to a Walmart [stand-in] set sitcom the is explicitly pro unions, and to We Are Lady Parts although the latter not in much detail), a can of coke, paprika french fries, a steak pie wrap (ft. salted butter, Laughing Cow, Philadelphia, table salt, ground black pepper, chopped spring onions & spinach, melted plastic cheese, and [Bull’s Eye] Carolina Reaper Extra Hot Sauce), Doctor Who (The Aztecs; 4 episodes [10/10]; Produced by Verity Lambert, written by John Lucarotti script edited by David Whittaker, if this had to be rewritten by a major figure in modern Doctor Who [with an understanding that it really oughtn’t be handled by any white British writer] I would most like to see it adapted by RTD), Doctor Who (The Sensorites), beef noodles (ft. chopped spring onion & spinach, ground black pepper, diced red pepper, and [Bull’s Eye] Carolina Reaper Extra Hot Sauce), sleep.

Beef noodles (ft. chopped spring onion & spinach, ground black pepper, diced red pepper, and [Bull’s Eye] Carolina Reaper Extra Hot Sauce), carrots, home made chips (dusted with salt, drizzled with mayonnaise and [Bull’s Eye] Carolina Reaper Extra Hot Sauce, topped with chopped spring onions & spinach), a pork pie, sleep.

A Tesco’s deli counter meatball wrap, a sausage roll, a small handful of 2D pretzel crisps, port, fizzy fangs, fairytale mix, James Bond; No Time To Die (a remarkably transcendent reflection on masculinity as an old world virtue, aging out of relevance, capable of a few tricks and treats but no longer the leading word in the market of its own cultural export, better its swords turned to ploughshares better if become parenthood, or accept extinction), paprika Pringles, chicken & bacon sandwich filling, port, fizzy fangs, fairytale mix, fizzy fangs, fairytale mix, paprika Pringles, chicken & bacon sandwich filling, port, fizzy fangs, fairytale mix, paprika Pringles, chicken & bacon sandwich filling, port, fizzy fangs, fairytale mix, paprika Pringles, chicken & bacon sandwich filling, port, fizzy fangs, fairytale mix, a small handful of 2D pretzel crisps, chicken & bacon sandwich filling, port, 2/3 of a berry themed lollipop flavour long cocktail, 1/3 of a peach themed spirit & cider long cocktail, a pornstar martini, hope, a Tesco’s deli counter chicken & bacon baguette, Sinfadil, noteworthy quantities of water, sleep.

Home made chips (dusted with table salt & ground black pepper, drizzled with Hellman’s mayonnaise and [Bull’s Eye] Carolina Reaper Extra Hot Sauce, topped with chopped spring onions & spinach), a garlic & herb chicken Kiev portion wrap (ft. salted butter, Philadelphia, table salt, ground black pepper, and chopped spring onions & spinach), Oh No, Ross & Carrie (skipped a very meh installment on vaping essential oils and am now part way through a fun two parter on some church founded by a televangelist who seemed to mellow into an eccentric conspiracy theorist with age, married an ex-pornstar who was the daughter of a famous Canadian mobster, then died leaving his wife in charge of his very small empire running an oddly managed ‘Faith Centre’ – slightly has the ‘casting about post Scientology era’ feel to it, but it’s enjoyable to be back on an investigation), most of a packet of 2D pretzel crisps (ft. half a pot of ASDA chicken & bacon sandwich filling), a clementine, clementine juice, yoga, deepfried oven chips (dusted with table salt & ground black pepper, drizzled with Hellman’s mayonnaise and [Bull’s Eye] Carolina Reaper Extra Hot Sauce, topped with chopped spring onions & spinach), a deepfried salmon portion, pea soup (ft. table salt, ground black pepper, chives, and English mustard), a swig of Blue WKD, Doctor Who (The Sensorites; 6 episodes [7/10]; Produced by Verity Lambert, written by Peter R. Newman, script edited by David Whittaker, if this had to be rewritten by a major figure in modern Doctor Who I would most like to see it adapted by Steven Moffat), two sausage rolls, sleep.

A cup of tea, a clementine, a bowl of rescued leftover chips (dusted with table salt & ground black pepper, topped with Hellman’s mayonnaise, chopped spring onions, diced red pepper, [Bull’s Eye] Carolina Reaper Extra Hot Sauce, and spinach), a grilled prefab ASDA beef burrito (with added salted butter), an ASDA ‘Halloween Beastie’ prefab double beef burger and cheese sauce portion (with added chopped spring onions, diced cherry plum tomatoes, and potato waffles), half of an episode of ONRaC (further on the church of the eccentric televangelist and his mobster wife… while the first episode was a little ‘Ross & Carrie by numbers’ this starts to get delightfully weird as it goes on), a garlic & herb chicken Kiev portion wrap (ft. salted butter, Philadelphia, table salt, ground black pepper, chopped spring onions & spinach, and leftover Double Dragon takeaway salt & pepper chicken chilies), four slices of toast (one ft. Philadelphia and Sriracha, three ft. Laughing Cow cheese spread and English mustard), a hazelnut Lindt chocolate bar, milk, sleep.

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