#stirling is SO done lmao

[cloudyfacewithjam]

[hadesisqueer]

I like how Violet is so used to having dramatic ass children that Francesca marrying with no drama was too odd to her lmao. And thinking about how her story will unfold is actually kinda hilarious because it's gonna be like:

Violet: Well, that's it. John is a very good man and Francesca is comfortable and happy with her choice and if this is what she truly wants, it's all that matters💜

Violet: Also, it's kinda refreshing to finally have a normal child that doesn't do any dramatic or scandalous shit.

Francesca a few seasons later after her husband passes: *fucks and falls in love with her husband's cousin -who is a woman-*

Violet:

Violet: Honestly, I should've seen this coming, none of my children will actually ever be normal.

[ruershrimo]

like it’s the old love. | part 1.3 | "from flashbacks to department store plushes"

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features albedo and the lnhs student groupchat again (aye!!)

warnings: there's a tiny bit of swearing, I guess? + the usual warnings too (fem! reader and some ships like ganqing and xingyun) but other than that I don't think there's anything else here

notes: don't really have much to say this time, but hey, thank you for reading if you intend to read this chapter/have been reading this series! please feel free to laugh at me if anything here is unrealistic or cringey lmao. also, are they called plushies or plushes? please help if you know

summary: albedo, the man that you are. the groupchat finds out. hey! it’s christmas! and it’s all the better since it’s with him.

Truth be told, there was a time when you were less self-denigrating; less keen to criticise yourself and eventually give up. Years before you had realised all that you knew now, you’d spend your days learning what you wanted, from singing, to dancing, to writing— all with no regard of what this would tell of your future. 

Then you grew older, and grew more aware of the praise that was attached to everyone else you knew: all of them except you. Throughout your 11 or so years of school you were known solely as your brother’s sister; at home your parents would continuously fawn over and praise him. Even after he’d upped and left for a busy life at university, he was still your parents’ greatest joy and your school’s greatest pride: while you were stuck continuing a fool’s errand, constantly bending over backwards— just so you could have a chance at being successful, at being loved, just so you could make them happy— only to be overshadowed by and unnoticed in the face of stirling students like Keqing or Xingqiu. (What was the difference between you and them? Every day you worked and worked, only to be treated like you were invisible. There was no one you could talk to, no one to confide in Liyue: only your parents who’d told you to suck it up, that it was a normal part of life, or your friends who’d get bored of you.) 

Ah, self-pity. You’d normally chide yourself for this, or bite your lip for how pathetic you were. Years of being told that you were lucky and good and so much better than you thought, really dear, so there’s no point in comparing— has led to you staring wide-eyed at the ceiling while Albedo has drifted off to sleep right next to you. 

In the tenebrosity of the night, he looked beautiful, face illuminated by the moon as you pondered over just how unlucky you were. “People who take pity for themselves don’t succeed,” your father scolded you once. Over the years that memory remained fresh in your mind. All it had been was a disappointing test score, yet you couldn’t forgive yourself for it: your friends wouldn’t have made the same mistakes, and you were sure as hell that your brother wouldn’t have done so either. “If you really think that crying in a corner will help you any, then perhaps my daughter isn’t as smart as I thought,” he’d said, thoroughly annoyed with what he’d shut out as your incessant whining, and getting back into his work. That was all it was with your parents, work and your older brother Zhongli. And maybe a few words of comfort for you, if they could spare the time. But mostly work and Zhongli. 

You were never bad at anything, nor were you even mediocre or just average— in the way that your mother had put it, you “were a smart, good little girl. The people around you were just better, that was all!” So if you were surrounded by people inferior to you, you thought, would you have been the one fawned over and praised? 

No. Because there was always someone better, even if you weren’t at home or in school. You could never be the best. 

Then you spent more time with Albedo. Albedo whose talents were derived from terms you’d hitherto never heard before, Albedo who avoided topics like alchemy or the future as much as he could manage. Albedo who knew that you worked hard, that you weren’t some rogue, out-of-line soul who needed to be put back in her place. It made you feel worse, sometimes, as you wondered whether he was doing this on accident or out of pure pity, when he needed to realise that you didn’t want to abstain from such topics in the first place, didn’t want his pity to comfort you as it cut you into shreds. 

—

Winters and winter breaks are for silent contemplation, and a bit of fun when that gets too boring for you. It’s considering the future and your choices from here on out despite your loathing for such a notion. 

School was always tiring, from having to socialise as your heart only ached more and more with every person you met, to having to finish loads of assignments and past-year papers in preparation for your exams. Leaving it felt like a burden had been lifted off your back, only for you to wait until any sort of weight would land in lieu of it. This winter, since you’d graduated, you told yourself you’d do the exact opposite instead of fretting over school or your future or— literally anything. That this would be the start of you concluding your gap year with an undeniable bang, while spending your time alone or with the one friend you could never get tired of. While being free. 

So why are you texting your old friends again? 

You ball the fabric of your blanket into a fist again, your other hand holding the phone as you curl into yourself. 

There’s the series of the softest knocks ever on the door. “Are you still awake? May I come in?” a voice asks. 

“Sure,” you call out. 

“So you are awake,” Albedo says, turning the lights on and closing the door behind him. 

“Yeah.” 

“Were you on your phone? It was pitch-dark in here, [name], you’ve to take care of your eyes.” 

“Uh-huh. But I’m okay— if it ever gets too bad I’ll just get glasses or go for a lasik surgery. So it doesn’t matter to me,” you smile, holding up a thumbs-up. 

He sighs, voice worn by fatigue (even if it was only 10:30, but Albedo was the type to sleep early whenever he wasn’t occupied with any kind of school work anyway).  “It matters to me. Remember when you said you’d discuss the terms today?” 

“Oh…” you trail off, recalling what you’d said the night before just to keep yourself calm. With how well you’d known each other, you wouldn’t need them, no? If you or he would have gone against what the other wanted, the other would stop with no further questions asked or any other requests made. “Actually, we don’t need to have terms in the first place. We can just… wing it, I think.” 

“Alright, then.” He sits beside you on the bed as you uncurl yourself from your position. “But tell me when you want them. Were you talking to someone just now?” 

“Yeah, actually— remember the groupchat I told you about from school a few years back?” 

He jokes, “The one where you had feelings for everybody in it?” 

“Hey!” you swat lightly at his arm, chuckling, “And for the record, it was only Keqing. All of the ones on the rest lasted for less than a week. Anyway, I was texting them.” 

In the past, even if you were to daydream of love and relationships with any new distraction you could find to keep you entertained, you’d usually leave your feelings in the dust so as to not be disappointed— the only person you’d done so for knowing what was in store for you was Keqing. You knew it would hurt. Yet you still did it, still fell deeper and deeper, as if your feelings for her were a drug you’d constantly resorted to no matter how much worse they made you feel. But it’s getting lighter now, those feelings from before. It’s getting easier to just look back at them and laugh instead of keeping your lips sealed tight as if loving was a sin. It’s getting easier with Albedo. 

“Can I talk to you about something?” you had asked him once, two years before you had graduated; a month after you had spoken to Keqing. You lay on his bed, all sprawled out like unfurled yarn, as he examined his textbook once more. 

“Of course,” Albedo said, peeking up from the cave of his books. “Are you alright?” 

“Hm?” 

You wondered what he was thinking— maybe it was the fact that he couldn’t see your face so you may have been crying, or whatnot. 

As if he were hauling himself out, he got up from his seat and walked over to you, slightly worn, before sitting himself back down right next to you. You sat up. “What is it?” he questioned, placing his hand on yours: a promise of comfort, that he would be there and to you that would be enough. “Tell me everything.” 

Then like a waterfall you everything gushed out of you: the painful pining you’d pushed yourself through for Keqing, and everything in between, from Childe to that one time when Ganyu smiled at you in the hallway and you were almost frozen in your tracks before you returned back to normal the day after, from the time when Keqing assured you that you would be alright, that she was “your friend who loved you”, to how much that made you ache inside, how much it had you wanting to clench at your chest and squeeze your heart. 

“It’s so ridiculous, I’m so ridiculous—” you rambled, “I shouldn’t be crying. Why am I crying? Why did it make me feel so… so sad, so hurt— for such a long time? It’s like I’m being affected by everything these days.” 

He only continued to rub at your back with his arm and hand as you cried and cried into his shoulder, clutching to his clothes. 

“What’s wrong with me, seriously…? It’s like everyone else is fine, but here I am, scared of everything. I don’t even know what I want to do when I’m older. What if I’m just supposed to be lonely for my whole life? What if I don’t have anything or anyone?” A part of you desired him to say that he’d always be with you. Perhaps he couldn’t tell, or perhaps he was deliberately refraining from it so as to not hurt you if he would not be telling you the complete truth. And a part of you thought that with how things had gone with everybody else, if either were true then at least he wouldn’t be the first. “How do I resign myself to that, Albedo?” 

“It’s alright,” he said, and for all his eloquence when it came to lending his academic advice to others or his abilities to teach you whatever you needed to learn, he merely repeated, “You’ll be alright.” And that was all. Afterwards, he asked if you’d been watching or been wanting to watch any new movies or TV shows or if you’d been reading or re-reading any books lately. By the time the clock struck 12:00 that night you’d forgotten of the tears you had shed as you binged through an eclectic range of films, from Bande à Part— just for that one running scene in the Louvre that you’d heard about— to When Harry Met Sally, and you’d practically passed out once the two of you had finished reading the last few chapters of Percy Jackson and The Olympians: The Last Olympian together (and that was when you learned that he stopped reading the series five years before even getting through The Titans’ Curse!). 

And for a while everything was alright. At school you eschewed anything new that you wouldn’t be good at immediately— because even if that was normal, normal wasn’t enough. As long as your brother existed, as long as students like Keqing existed, normal was not enough. To have praise was to be a prodigy, and to begin was to be a failure. You repudiated anything you’d been doing before just because it was never enough. And perhaps that part of your head pushing your drive to always quit if you were not the best at something— that part that stated you would rather have your walls lined up with medals than participation certificates so you would rather not have anything at all if it meant trying and then failing— perhaps that part of your head wasn’t good. But how could you think with a brain that was good if you’d been trying so hard to be so as a student, yet each time you’d failed miserably at it? 

So it was peaceful, calm. Perhaps it seemed like cowardice. But to you, if you could be a shadow on the stage rather than an unfit actress, things would be fine. If you could disconnect yourself from everything, nothing— from crushes to exam scores to school competitions— you’d be fine. It’s not like anybody would scold you, anyway. They didn’t even care enough to praise you in the past. So for two years you ran away from everything, from writing to singing to painting to drawing to— 

—

“[name]? Love?” 

…the nickname still makes you flustered, but hey, baby steps. 

“Huh?” 

“You must have spaced out,” Albedo says, not an ounce of concern missing from his voice. “You really should go to sleep.” 

“It’s only 10:30,” you pout. 

“It’s 10:35.” 

“That’s still early.” 

“Not today, it isn’t,” he argues lightly, bringing his legs up to the bed while his hands eagerly reach for the blanket, “May I?” 

You remember hearing yourself reply with a drowsy and drawn “okay”, or at least a quick affirmative, but you’re not entirely sure of it due to the fact that you drifted

off to sleep the next second. 

—

In the blue of the early morning, you wake up to him sleeping right behind you, the bolster setting the two of you apart. It’s a tad bit hard for the two of you to squeeze together on the bed you have— what with all the pillows he must have placed under your head or nestled in between your arms while you were asleep— but while sleeping the two of you made it work, it seems. He’s completely unexposed, left sleeping without a blanket in the cold frigid winter air. The heater didn’t even help any: he seemed to be shivering. It takes each bit of your strength to get up from the cosy warmth of your blankets but you do so anyway to drape the blankets over his torso before swaddling yourself back into your makeshift cocoon of blankets and your sweater, your other hand balling parts of the bedsheet fabric for support. 

As the serene dark blue of the morning illuminates his face, your gaze stays fixated on him, at the curve of his face and the slope of his jawline and the curve of his nose, his eyelids drooping drowsily. Whoever he chooses in life (if he were to choose one at all) would be extremely fortunate, being able to set their eyes on him before starting the day. 

You hope he’ll be happy with whoever that is. 

“Good morning,” he drawls, “The sun isn’t fully out yet. It’s still so early.” 

“That’s what happens when you ask me to sleep at 10:30. If I sleep early, I wake up early, too. But I thought that you’d be up pretty early, too— you always are,” you remark, your index finger tapping on his nose. 

“I stayed up for a while before you slept— I wanted to ask if I could sleep here, but didn’t want to wake you up…” 

“So you fell asleep here by accident?” you chuckle.

There’s a soft sound he makes at that, burrowing his head in the blankets, eyes still shut and full of rest. For a while you debate with yourself over whether you should stroke his hair or brush your palm over his face, as if you were exploring it and reading it silently like a pair of eyes on the word’s of a novel. Ultimately, you think you didn’t really have a choice— a part of you was already urging the rest of your body to synchronise each part into knowing his. Maybe it was the fact that this was the one time you’d told yourself not to hold back— that was part of the reason this whole “arrangement” came up anyway: you saying “screw it” and choosing to just go forward, like sprinting across train tracks as all the trains speed and near towards you. If he woke up, or if anything happened to your arrangement, you’d burn that bridge when you got to it. 

So as if under a spell you comb your fingers through his hair and brush the back of your hand against his cheeks, against the soft, frozen skin on them as cautiously and gently as you can, careful not to wake him while he heads back into slumber. 

“I love you,” you mumble. You can’t even hear your own voice as you say it. 

—

The rest of the week goes smoothly, if not for Alice raising a brow when you leave the room for breakfast that morning with Albedo in tow behind you. That Sunday, the three of them— Albedo, Klee and Alice— start prepping for Christmas. As you’d thought the last year and the year before, if not for Albedo, the house would have all but burned down to rubble during Christmastime, because seriously, god help him, Alice has already tried to replace the star on the already-old-and-about-to-destruct Christmas tree with a wax candle this year, and this time she’d done it earlier than the last. 

Which brings you to one of the nearest department stores as you and Albedo scramble through a list of Christmas essentials from Alice. A part of you feels like you’re either an errand girl, or that she’s trying to set the two of you up. It would have been really funny if you’d told her right then and there, having already tested the waters enough (in your opinion, at least). It’s crawling with people inside, some of them no doubt coming there only for the warmth greeting them as if the cold gets shaken off their bodies like dirt getting wiped off a “Welcome” mat. You were just happy to be able to free your frigid hands from your pockets without having to blow on them constantly even if you were bundled cosily in a mix of both his and your jackets in his car before the two of you had gotten off the car in the parking lot. 

“Alright,” you start, eyes on your phone while Albedo pushes the shopping cart along. 

“Cocoa powder… wait, don’t we already have cocoa powder?” 

“We could always use extra.” 

“Okay then, anyway… Christmas tree…” 

He steers the cart in the direction of the holiday items’ section as you remain glued to your phone. To guide you along he wraps his arms around your back, almost, both of his hands adjacent to yours on the cart’s handle as his breath fans against your ear. Your cheeks feel hot and you’re not sure if it’s because of him or you (well, even if it were you, it would still be his fault for doing so, and he in all his smugness will pretend not to notice either way). Still, it should be normal, what with the two of you being comfortable with blowing on each others’ fingers or being in each others’ embrace for god knows how long. 

“Would that work?” he asks, pointing at one of them. 

You peek up. “I think so, yeah! Alright, next we have cocoa powder… don’t we already have enough?” 

“Perhaps she supposed we could do with extra?” 

“Then should we get marshmallows, too? I knew someone who liked to melt her marshmallows in hot drinks last time.” 

Again he nearly laces his arms around your waist before his hands land next to yours. 

“Okay, then we have… what? …why?” you whisper, squinting your eyes in disbelief. 

“The red and white envelopes or the laminating machine?” 

“Both.” 

“Earlier in the year she said that she wanted to do something special for Christmas, so she concluded that it was absolutely necessary for us to do things like secret santa or that we randomly exchange letters with each other,” he clarifies. “We can get either one, though.” 

Classic Alice. You don’t usually spend that much time in department stores— your all-too-busy parents often tried to be done with things as quick as they could so that they could head back into the swamp of their work, and hence your parents would always prioritise efficiency and expediency when it came to practically everything. And though your brother wasn’t always the same, he was always quite busy. The last time you’d gone out with all of your immediate family— just Zhongli and your parents— to a mall was more than three years prior. So since you’re with her best friend, who also happens to have become your boyfriend for a while, and since you feel as if the cold will bite at your skin like a python consuming its prey, you tell him, “No, we can go for both. If you’re fine with it.” 

“Of course. When would I not be fine if it was you?” 

The line sounds oddly romantic, but also like something Albedo would have said before, too. Maybe you just never noticed how romantic the subtext behind his words were— well, that doesn’t change anything. Generally, what people perceive to be romantic or unromantic varies across the board. Right? 

So the two of you stroll the distances to each of their sections, amassing thousands of steps in the process. His hands remain beside both of yours. 

“Anything you want to get next?” he asks, “We’re in a department store, after all. And it looks like there’s lots to buy, really.” 

“Not really,” you reply as the two of you begin to walk out, the automatic doors sliding open in front of you. Unlike the rest of the place, the space near the exit isn’t really occupied save for people coming in or going out. The policeman there nods at you and you bow back. Until there’s a woman with the most beautiful face you'd ever seen, holding a plush in her arms as her 4 year old seemed to be jumping with an itch to wreak havoc over almost everything and anything she could get on her birthday. And by god if it isn’t the cutest thing you’d ever seen (the plush, you mean): the largeness of the carrots’ eyes, how animated it looks with disproportionate legs (its legs took about an eighth of the size of the rest of its body), and it’s coloured in the softest orange you could possibly think of. “Do you want a plush, Albedo?” Albedo doesn’t sleep with plushes— something you’re well aware of. 

“Do you want one?” 

“I mean, I’ll get one only if you want one too.” 

“So I’ll get one.” 

You know he’s only saying this so that you can have one, and you know that in the first place one of the reasons why you’d asked him was because you wanted one, but even still you feel like you should argue that if he doesn’t want the carrot plush you can always make do with your blankets and pillows. 

You suppose that doing things like that has become a habit, since you’d been doing so for the whole of the past year with your parents. Just placing yourself in a cycle of wanting and denying, of making yourself insignificant. An invisible figure by choice. 

He lets go of one of his hands’ grip over the cart handle, taking your hand in his, before running along. Slightly shocked but still pleasantly surprised, you follow his lead, and for once you seem to be the more logical one among the two of you. 

“Why are we running?” you question in between giggles. 

“We’re the only ones near the exit, so we might as well do so.” 

“This feels— haha—” 

“Like Bande à Part, right?” 

You make a sound like a gasp, “You remembered the movie?” 

Well, of course he would, because he’s Albedo, and Albedo is good at a lot of things. Being able to remember things for you is one of them, and even though he’s done something like this millions of times it feels like now it’s getting particularly attractive. Huh. Since when did everything he did become like that? You know it’s mostly because you’ve realised you love him now, like, love-love him , but… wow. Albedo, the man that you are. Damn, the two of you really did do lots of things that couple did even before the two of you started doing all of this. 

“Of course.” 

—

“We’re back!” you cheer as Albedo enters the house, hauling one side of the Christmas tree box as you carry the other. “We got everything!” 

“Wow, someone’s happy!” Alice smiles, “What happened?” 

“Albedo got me a carrot plush,” you grin, the two of you setting the box near the sofa in perfect sync, and then heading out to the car trunk to get everything else. “It’s the cutest thing ever.” 

Alice coos when you take it from the passenger seat and show it to her, your hands wrapped around it like you’re holding up a baby. 

“And we bought something for Klee, as well,” Albedo states, voice having dropped in volume. “A new backpack that she can use whenever she wants to, whether in or out of school.” 

“But shh,” you whisper, grabbing his arm and squeezing it, “We can’t let her know what it is yet.” 

“So I take it that you two had a good date?” Alice teases. 

“I-I, uh…” you stammer. But you look at Albedo, and there’s some pink dusting his face too (it’s adorable. You didn’t picture him the type to blush like this, but if this can happen with you, he’d react the same with anyone else, too, right? Or are you just in denial?). Then you smile, “Yeah. I suppose so,” and you repeat it because you like how it sounds as you speak it, “Yeah, we did; we had a really good one out there.” 

— 

“Can I post something about you online, please?” you ask him, sitting on the sofa, your hands working his hair into a low ponytail. 

“On Twitter?” 

“Yeah. Do you have an account? I could tag you.” 

“No, but it’s fine. Feel free to post whatever if it’s of me, since I’m not there anyway.” 

You don’t know how someone your age knows about current issues on the internet as much as he does, but maybe he doesn’t. You never really thought to ask, and you can’t blame him either if he eludes it. 

“I have a picture of you sleeping, but I digress. I just wanted to post a picture of the carrot.” 

“You can post both of them.” 

“You sure? I know that it’s not like I’d do anything anyway, but there’ll be other people who can still see them. What if they use it as blackmail? I mean, I don’t know how a picture of you could be used as anything to harm you, but with technology these days…” 

“I’ll be alright, don’t worry,” he assures you, “Post away.” 

“Wait, wait,” you pause, “They’re going to find out.” 

“I’m fine with that.” 

“I mean, I did tell them once that I would explain…” 

“Explain what?” 

You inhale, “Okay, long story. I basically panicked for a while after you called me ‘love’ for the first time and I said something on my account when I thought that I’d been posting on my private account and someone found out and shared it with the whole groupchat and I just said that I’d tell them eventually— but hey, I mean whether to tell them or not was still up to debate since I wanted to ask you first—” 

“Calm down,” he interrupts, “That must have been a lot to say.” 

“I didn’t even know either. Wow,” you take a deep breath to regain your composure, “I mean, I do want to let them know that it may be you, since some of them even deducted it, but most of them must think that I hit it off with some random stranger miles away from home in Mondstadt. And it would be nice if at least a few people knew: imagine being someone like me and being able to brag that I’m dating the Albedo, who’s smart and handsome and— hey, why’d you blush? You usually don’t whenever I say good things about you,” you comment, scratching the back of your neck. 

At this the pink only contrasts even more to his snow-hued skin. “I’m not quite sure. Perhaps it’s due to the fact that you’re not complimenting me at your own expense,” he confesses, “And you’re one to talk. Scratching one’s neck is often a sign of being flustered.” 

“Oh.” Immediately you force your hand down. Then you should try to praise him a little more, then. And maybe you should try not to do it by raising him up and putting yourself down. Maybe. You grin wryly. You’re getting better at handling situations like these. “So I’ll post you, then— but promise me that you’ll help me explain if it becomes too much. I’m sure that they all know about you through me anyway.” 

“I promise.” 

“I cropped your face out for good measure, by the way.” 

“You don’t need to… ah, never mind. Thank you, love.” 

“What should I say, though?” you ask mid-silence as he scrolls through dissertations and research articles. 

“Huh?” 

“They asked about how we became a thing, but how do I explain it to them…?” 

“Well, you don’t have to change much. You can just make it sound vague. Maybe you can just say that we talked about it and decided on it together.” 

Well, that technically was what you’d done, anyway. 

“Alright, thanks,” you grin, moving closer to hug him. He grins as well— despite how expressionless he normally is, this time he’s as warm as the fireplace before the two of you— and reciprocates it. 

You snort, placing your phone down in the process and promptly letting Chongyun deny his crush on Xingqiu only for Xingqiu to tease him relentlessly. It’s about time they got together, anyway. 

“What happened?” Albedo asks. 

“I’m the best wingperson ever, and, I’m officially in my Lover era.” 

He chuckles, “Tell me all about all of it, then. Whose wingperson were you today?” 

You laugh. And it’s nice, this is nice. With every moment you think you’re falling a little more. So you keep talking his ear off, because you’ll always do so with a smile on your face no matter what, and he keeps listening to you because he’ll always do so.

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[topazadine]

Because it's my birthday I am going to share 23 random facts about me (that no one cares about except me, I care very much)

1. I was born in Okinawa, Japan. No I'm not Japanese, my mom was an accountant for the Air Force. And no, I don't remember anything about Japan; we moved back when I was six months old. The military broke into our apartment and forced us to leave the country because my mom criticized the Air Force for having religious programming on the government-funded radio station. She wrote a screenplay about it which has sadly never been sold :(

2. I've written over 2 million words of fiction, most of which you can read over on Archive of Our Own.

3. I was named for two typhoons that hit Japan around when I was born (first and middle name). Every year, we used to get horrible insane bad weather around my birthday. After I changed my birth name and kept only one of the typhoon names, we don't get bad weather anymore :)

4. I've lived in 10 different houses and three different time zones over my lifetime.

5. I won a Gilman Scholarship for the most competitive country in the program and got to study abroad in Stirling, Scotland, during undergrad. I got all As in my classes while there, despite the fact that I was dealing with repeated bouts of antispychotic-induced trismus where my jaw would lock open for up to six hours. It was ouchie.

6. Over my lifetime, I have kept dogs, cats, betta fish, koi fish, zebra finches, guinea pigs, hamsters, ferrets, and chickens.

7. My favorite time of year is autumn.

8. Back in the early 2010s, I anonymously pretended to be Darren Criss (from Glee) in random peoples' inboxes, and I was so good at it that there was a theory that I was, indeed, Darren Criss. I eventually had to come clean about it because other people tried to copy me.

9. I also caused a controversy in the Sherlock fandom by Photoshopping Sherlock-related graffiti on a photo of the Baker Street Underground station. People literally thought someone was going around spraypainting the London Tube while I was comfortably at home in my apartment in Chicago.

10. While living in Chicago, I once found an iguana in a tree, in the middle of winter. Poor thing would have died if it was left out any longer. I captured it and gave it to my friend who kept reptiles; the original owner never came forward for it.

11. I have dyscalculia, meaning it's nigh-on impossible for me to do anything other than basic math.

12. Because of my dyscalculia, I can't read sheet music. Despite this, I was in choir and musicals because I had a good singing voice. To get around this, my teachers would give me CDs of the music, and I would learn everything by ear.

13. My first ever fannish hyperfixation was The Beatles. I used to roleplay Beatles RPF with my best friend by passing a notebook around between classes. My character had a whole city in North Carolina named after her, plus a lime green Bugatti Veyron and a mansion. Typical middle schooler power fantasy lmao

14. My favorite animal is the unicorn. Barring mythical creatures, my favorite animal is the cow.

15. I collect music boxes, specifically ones with moving parts. My favorite present anyone has ever given me is a singing bird music box with a little canary that dances while it sings.

16. I also collect vintage luggage. Look, it's a cooler storage system than tote boxes, ok??

17. I have been knitting since I was around 9. My favorite thing to make is socks, and the favorite project I've ever done is a seashell-patterned shawl for my mom.

18. In the summer, I love kayaking; in the winter, I love doing nothing whatsoever. Though I'm tempted to try cross-country skiing, ngl.

19. Last year, I made my first roombox; I'm now working on a three-story dollhouse. I also mod Nendoroids.

20. I've had nearly every hair color, which includes blonde, brunet, black, red, purple, teal, blue, green, and pink. My favorite is green.

21. I have seven tattoos, including the term "Mors ad Raptoribus" written across my chest. I got this one after being sexually assaulted; it means "Death to Rapists" in Latin. The other most important one is a portrait of my late dog Luke.

22. I like all sorts of music, including alt, indie, (some) folk, pop, metal, rap, blues, jazz, and classical. The only music I really don't like is gospel. If you ask me my favorite band, rest assured it'll change in about three weeks.

23. I'm a late bloomer horse girl. I rode a little bit as a child but was too broke to afford regular lessons. Now that I'm an Adult, I go riding once a week and wish I could go more!

Happy birthday to me! And yes, I am always this insufferable about myself on my birthday. Look I get one day a year ok

[mx-t4t0]

anyone want my review of lollapalooza day 1

uhm. most monstrous queue i've seen in my life but once that was done i heard 5 artists (one just because i was In The Area not on purpose)

Picture this [Alt stage - 17:30/18:15]: Not really my thing but they're ok they're good they got vibes 👍

Maisie Peters [Alt stage - 18:45/19:15]: This girl does what Taylor Swift thinks she does. Cunt was served and exes were verbally trashed. Good for her.

Lindsey Stirling [Main stage West - 20:00/21:00]: Indescribable amounts of cunt were served. Shredding on a violin is possible and by god she does it. SHE CAN PLAY WHILE DOING AERIAL DANCE. HELLOW??

Damso [Main stage East - 21:00/22:00]: Only heard incidentally because main east and main west are BASICALLY the same stage lmao. Uhm. Music is very subjective and I tend not to say music I don't like is bad. with that said that was not good.

Stray Kids [Main stage West - 22:00/23:15]: I'm like if a guy didn't listen to k-pop so I didn't know what to expect in the slightest with this one, only that most people were there for them (literally everyone i talked to was here mainly for stray kids. get it i guess). But like yeag ok I'm with the kpopies on this one that was fire they went hard as fuck. Also bonus points for them literally pausing in between songs a couple times whenever they spotted someone passing out. You love to see performers actually looking out for crowd crush and the like even when they have a crowd this big.

ok im gonna get ready for day 2 now bye

[robboyblunder]

~Click and/or open in new tab for better view!

I was listening to the phantom of the opera soundtrack again because I adore the music, and these lyrics suddenly struck me with how well I could apply them to most anything (including the ink demon in this case!)

Anyways, made a small comic because I loved how the words fit for him! Poor ink demon... maybe he just needs some love like the phantom! (lol, if only)

(please don’t repost or use w/o permission, and leave my description; thanks!)

[vickysidhe]

Inktober Day 9: Shadows

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You can blame my friends on the other side.....

[kuiinncedes]

i have a fucking direction for my essay maybe 

[viscountessevie]

WIP Game: Bridgerton Edition

Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs. Also I’m taking mine from my Bridgerton fic folder so I’m adding in my completed works too!

Thank you to @hptriviachamp and @livingonfanficseyra for the tags! I love this concept and cannot wait for yall to send me asks!! I’m adapting the format from Trivia who got it from @jake-amy 

Ongoing WIPs: 

10 Things I Hate About You - Kathony AU based on the 1999 film Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Francesca & The Stirlings (A Band AU - loosely based on Daisy Jones) [Unpublished but with snippets posted soon so it goes here]

One Shots with a Possible Sequel 

Tamil Lessons 101 with Kate Sharma | Now On AO3 Part 2 is Anthony learning Tamil more and potentially proposing in Tamil but fails miserably. But he improves by the time they get to their wedding and he delivers his vows perfectly - loosely inspired by this scene in Jane The Virgin 

Beckett Begins | Now On AO3 Part 2 is Theo (who is trans and Ben’s ex in my ficlet) takes NB!Sophie aka Beck binder shopping where they bond and have a laugh over dating Benedict.

Finished 

Newton The Emotional Support Crow | Now On AO3 Kathony Pregnancies Headcanons

Unpublished

Written:  English Love Affair - Set during their S2 visit, Colin and Marina start an affair with Phillip’s agreement and then come up for a scheme with Philip to get a divorce so they can be together. 

This Town - Johncesca Song fic based off the Niall Horan song of the same name set after his death so PEAK angst 

Prompts:  Introducing Lord & Lady Bridgerton - Kathony hosts their first family dinner after their wedding

Last Christmas - Another sweet but angsty Johncesca AU fic but I won’t spoil the premise if you haven’t watched the movie but yeah it’s based off the Emilia Clarke & Henry Golding movie. 

No Plot just Sienna & Kate being besties and roasting the fuck out of Anthony  Untitled but John lives and Johncesca is alive and well so Michael has to move on and meets Sophie before Benedict and they fall in love. No mistress funny business cos Michael doesn’t care for titles and does whatever he wants. 

Co-Writing with Lav @sweetestviscount

Bridgertons v Featherington - A court room drama where Penelope as LW is in her full villian era with no HEA and the Bridgertons sue her for everything she’s done to them. Marina is married to Colin in this hence she’s also a Bridgerton and is the primary person hurt in this class action.  Phantom of the Opera AU - Colin is Christine, Marina is Raoul and Penelope is the Phantom 

Abandoned 

To Lady Paige, With Love [Eloise x FemOC! Paige Crane] (Paused)

Part 1 - Prologue: Take Me To The Lakes  Part 2 - Chapter 1: Right Where You Left Me 

Unpublished & Abandoned: Love Story - Kathony Arranged Marriage AU based off this tiktok and I even made a fancast for it

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Did not realise how many fics/ideas I have til this post lmao. Feel free to ask me about any of them!! Though the abandoned ones I won’t be continuing at all - maybe To Lady Paige but that’s a l o n g time away. 

I do not know 15 writers in the fandom and three of my friends have already done this lmao so I’m just tagging @newtonsheffield cos I need to know how many WIPs you’re juggling lmao every day its a new AU Molls hshshsh and whoever sees this and wants to do this, consider yourself tagged!!

Come Talk WIP/Fics To Me Masterlist

[gundamcalibarney]

Top 5 irl locos!!

(Recently watched some history stuff lmao)

I've done USA locomotives so for this one i'll be interpreting this question as IRL Locomotives of all time, I will unfortunately have to exclude the ones that I have listed in the USA list.

Unlike the USA list this one won't be in any particular order.

[5.] SR West Country Class Tangmere - Honestly the fact that she's apparently gotten into a Whole shit load of problems is pretty funny and honestly gives her a lot of personality to a degree. The West Countries and Merchant Navies are a pretty up there in favourite locomotive classes primarily because their boxy streamlined shape compared to the duck bill of the A4s and the bullet shape of the Coronations and I feel like that kinda makes the class stand out amongst the UK streamliners.

[4.] LNER A1 60163 Tornado - Tornado holds a special place in my heart, though this is primarily because of how I write them in Locomotion however I have other reasons as to why they're in this list. They're a new build from scratch steam locomotive of a (pre-2009) extinct class of locomotives and they're kinda living up to that legacy of sorts And being steps in steam preservation.

[3.] LNER A1/3 4472 Flying Scotsman - I think my copious amounts of Scotsman content can already speak for itself. They're famous, she went 100 miles and he got on TV shows and documentaries so I think many people can already get the appeal. I don't exactly have much that hasn't been said about the Flying Scotsman because what I'll say about the engine has already been said more eloquently that me lol.

[2.] The BR Class 14 - Okay this is on the list primarily because of that One video where the preserved ones are in a line honking their horns and it's so fucking cute please look it up if you have the time. Also they're little fucking dudes!! What more can you get?

[1.] GNR Stirling Single - Beautiful locomotives the Stirlings are! Like the boiler sort of merging with the cylinders really give it a nice shape and the fact that one of the class took part in the Race to the North and just well IT in general.

[lonelier-version-of-you]

Well, I enjoyed most of that. It was all a bit melodramatic, but enjoyably melodramatic. Is this the first episode Sunetra Sarker has produced? If so, she did a good job. That combined with the fact that this episode was written by Stephen McAteer was pretty much a recipe for it to be good.

The stuff with Jan and Ffion and the hostage situation was excellent. As I said, melodramatic, but I thought it was really well done. Di Botcher and Stirling Gallacher are both very very good actors, Jan and Ffion’s relationship feels so real.

Mark... I don’t remember his last name, but he’s the one who played the guy who took everyone hostage, he was very good as well. Even if it felt very odd to see him play someone other than Ben Harding.

The writing for Dave (the guy who took everyone hostage) was really good, too. Between the writing and the acting, they really managed to convey just how broken Dave was by his grief and how he had nothing left to lose and how he didn’t know who to blame. And the moment when Jan was talking him down, because her own son may not have died, but she still lost him... that connection was so powerful and sad.

I totally freaked out for a second there when the gun went off and Jan was lying still, though. Casualty’s last Bury Your Gays only a matter of months ago probably gave me trust issues with this show, I guess. But I was very relieved when Jan turned out to be just fine.

Also, I may have teared up when Ffion finally realised that she still needs Jan and they reunited. It was such a sweet moment.

Ethan and Stevie, though... what on Earth is going on there? What are the writers trying to achieve with Stevie’s character? I genuinely don’t know at this point. Stevie, while not a very good person, is an incredibly fascinating character to watch - Elinor Lawless plays her magnificently - but I don’t know where the show is trying to take her from here.

If she’s just going to be a normal cast member, why did they introduce her with this whole revenge storyline? That’s not exactly going to make viewers warm to her, is it?

(Also, Ethan, as per usual, is too nice for his own good.)

Faith got way more scenes tonight than I would’ve liked... and I know she doesn’t know the full truth yet about what happened to led to Ethan getting stabbed, but she has been told that there’s more going on than she knows about, so why is she trying to get involved? Shouldn’t she just realise it’s not her business and back off? (Also, they’re still making a point of putting her back in scenes with Dylan again... I am not looking forward to the very obvious Iain/Faith/Dylan love triangle that’s going to come from this. I’d bet you anything Faith will properly get with Dylan, then have an affair with Iain, and the writers will think they’re so clever for having Dylan’s romantic interest cheat on him with Iain AGAIN. Sigh.)

Speaking of Dylan, we didn’t get that much of him tonight, but what we did get I greatly appreciated. Him telling Ethan and Stevie that “Now, I’m gonna go on a jolly long walk, and have a long think about why exactly it is that I do this job” was legitimately HILARIOUS. His best line of dialogue in ages, even better than the one about Ethan and Matthew “squabbling over who has the longest... stethoscope” a while back.

That line also had the exact same energy as Henrik promoting Dom and giving him the Clinical Lead job on Keller back in May simply because “Alright, fine, it’s your mess, you deal with it, I’ve had enough for one day” lmao. I want Dylan and Henrik to meet up and just complain to each other about how they hate their respective leadership jobs and don’t know why they keep doing them lolll.

Anyway, next week, we get Dylan, an autistic man who is a recovering alcoholic, treating a woman with cerebral palsy who is also a recovering alcoholic. In an episode written by Dana Fainaru and produced by Sunetra Sarker. So I don’t know about any of you, but I think that sounds very promising. As the cool kids of the internet say, I am excite.

[spookyscientistskeleton-moved]

WHO ARE YOU ??

name: Spacy sign: On the Sag/Scorp cusp, but always identified more with Sag tbh. height: 5′1 ft and full of spite. put your spotify music app on shuffle. first 6 songs?  Caro Emerald - One Day (Swing Republic Remix) Pink - Trouble Tal National - Zoy Zoy Bastion OST - The Sole Regret Lindsey Stirling - Roundtable Rival

ever had a poem/song written about you? Not that I know of, maybe some weirdo wrote one in secret. when was the last time you played an air guitar: I only remember this because it was my answer last time I was asked for a Munday meme when I last did air guitar, and had in fact done air guitar that night while hosting bar trivia (we had a music round) back in the beforetimes.  who is your celebrity crush? ugh gal gadot you make it really hard after the whole Imagine thing but she’s just so PRETTY.

what sound you hate & what sound you love? Hate the stompy stompy stomp of my upstairs neighbors’ toddler, love the sound of onions or garlic sizzling in oil.  do you believe in ghosts? No, but when I was on the Route 66 road trip last year with my Cool Tumblr Pals, we went to an allegedly haunted prison, and we got just the most unsettling feeling in one of the cell blocks we wandered into. At one point I could’ve sworn I heard a sound like shuffling feet. When we got out of that corridor, we saw a sign posted that it was originally death row.  how about aliens? I mean the universe is a big place, I believe in the possibility more than I do ghosts.  do you drive? I don’t own a car (you don’t really need one in Chicago), but I do, yeah.  if so have you ever crashed? AUGH so like I haven’t crash-crashed, but I did get in a minor car accident literally the day I moved to Chicago, in the moving truck. It was 100% my fault, but in my defense I’d been driving for two days, driving a Uhaul which I had noooo experience driving, and we’d hit Chicago at rush hour and I was just frazzled to all hell.  what was the last book you read? I can’t really say the name of the book here because I read it in the process of narrating the audiobook, and like... while some folks on like Discord and such know the title, I try not to spread it too much around Tumblr just to keep my fandom life and my professional life separate. But I can say that it was a very very violent splatterpunk novel, and performing it actually gave me a panic attack in the recording booth at one point lmao. do you like the smell of gasoline? Nah what was the last movie you saw? The King’s Man, I think? It was not good.  what’s the worst injury you’ve ever had? When I was in like... third or fourth grade, I was out on the playground at recess, looking for my best friend. I climbed up to the top of the monkey bars to look around for her, and my shoe slipped. I ended up falling so that the bar hit me right between the legs. I’m 35 now and I still remember how much that shit HURT lmao.  do you have any obsessions right now? I fell down a Sims 4 k-hole.  do you tend to hold grudges? Depends on the offense I think, but generally not. Certainly less than when I was younger.  in a relationship? Nah, I was married for the entirety of my 20s and that ended up being a gigantic waste of my life and energy, so not really in a rush to dive back in there again. Someday though! 

[queerbrujas]

thank you @chroniclesinlacuna for the tag!!

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

using my ‘liked songs’ for this:

The Climb - Coeur de Pirate

Love Goes On And On - Lindsey Stirling feat. Amy Lee

Beautiful Hell - Adna

Masquerade - Lindsey Stirling

Numb - MARINA

Midas - Skott (i’ve had this artist on repeat for the past week and i seriously recommend her!)

Start a War - Klergy and Valerie Broussard

This World - Lena Fayre

Downtown - Allie X

Just Beneath The Flames - Digital Daggers

this is actually extremely accurate to my general music taste lmao. i’m not sure who’s been tagged, so just from my dash (no pressure, and sorry if you’ve already done this!): @agentnataliesewell @queerdetectiveblue @zarneki @mevnrael @sharisquatch and you reading this!

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #376

“when the wind bends the branch to softly touch me  /  when the band plays your song  /  i feel strong enough to keep dreaming”

If your s/o smoked pot/did drugs would you care? Yes, but for pot that's only because it's illegal here. I also find smoking to be a turn-off, but I'd be able to look past that if it was for actual health reasons. Do people ever call you by your last name? No. Has the last person you dated/fell in love with ever seen you cry? Yes. Where are you going on your next vacation (or where do you WANT to go)? I've got none planned, nor do I know where I'd want to prioritize. Like there's South Africa, but I first need to get healthier before I could handle the heat and trudging through sand. I want to go to Yellowstone National Park to spread Teddy's ashes there (seeking permission of course), but again, I need to be in better shape before I go on a venture of photographing there, as well. I need to be healthier to do a lot of the things I want to... Do you own anything bought in another country? No. Who do you text the most? Sara. Four things you wish you had? Better health (including mental), financial stability, a job, and motivation to indulge more in my artistic hobbies. What was the last thing you cried about? Stress regarding this dog we're stuck with. What is your favorite Elvis song? Probably "You're The Devil In Disguise." Do you think you could be the next American Idol? Ha, absolutely not. Do you prefer reading fiction or non-fiction? Fiction, by a long shot. Does anybody send you money in the mail for your birthday? No. My grampa used to, but he's been dead a couple years. Who is one person you met and automatically didn’t like? I was not a fan of a doctor I once saw for my tremors. She was very rude and just threw the idea of me having Parkinson's or something at what, 17 years old or whatever? My psychiatrist knows her as well and knows she's a whackjob. Heard her name and was essentially like "ew" lmao. What monster would you be most afraid to have in your closet? A male one with a knife, I guess. I really hate knives. And men scare me anyway. Which Adam Sandler movie do you like the most? I don't know, he's in too many to possibly think of one right off the top of my head. Who was one of your first celebrity crushes? Jesse McCartney was my first true love, haha. Have you ever been hit on through text messages? Yes. Do you have to do any yard work? No. Have you ever mowed the lawn? No. Do you get an allowance? No. Did you ever know your great grandparents? I think I knew one? There was this woman from my childhood I knew as "GG" for "great grandma," but I have no recollection of who she was related to or even if she was directly related to me. I remember that I really really liked her, though. Do you like the taste of Tums? It's the texture I really don't like. The candy-like Tums though, y'know, not the chalky ones, I like more than someone should like medicine, haha. How about Pepto Bismol? Omfg no. Do you have a fast or slow metabolism? I have a slow metabolism, but thank Christ it's not as bad as when I was on Abilify. That stupid fucking medicine was the reason I gained so much weight that I haven't been able to lose. What’s your favorite onomatopoeia? (Crash, bang, zoom, meow) I dunno. Do you eat ramen? There's only one specific kind of ramen I've had that I like: Yakisoba's spicy chicken one. Sweet or regular pickles? Regular. I don't like sweet pickles. What kind of dreams do you have most often? Since my nightmares started, violent ones. I'm usually trying to defend myself or lashing out at someone myself. What do you do for personal growth? I try to be a deep thinker, for one. This can way too easily lead to overthinking, but I appreciate that I think it at least helps me learn from my mistakes and work towards making me a better person. I need to start challenging my anxiety more, as that would definitely be massive growth... If you could read anyone’s mind, who would be the first person you’d read? Jason's, only because all I want to know is if he thinks I was emotionally abusive after the breakup or not. But I also don't want to know. Do you have a makeup item or style trick that you feel improves your look significantly and that you feel like you couldn’t go without now that you have it? No. What’s your favourite cereal? Probably Cinnamon Toast Crunch, but I like a lot of cereals. Do you prefer red wine or white wine? I don't like wine. Way too bitter. Do you read Reddit? If so, how often and what subreddits do you like? I don't, but I've thought about lurking on a reptile husbandry one or something like that. Might learn some stuff. But at the same time, there are so many conflicting and very strong opinions amongst hobbyists to the point of awful toxicity that I'd rather not read. Have you recently broken up with a significant other or even just a friend? No. Have you ever eaten at a restaurant and left without paying? God no. When was the last time you played a board game? What did you play? Probably Scrabble back when Sara visited. Do you primarily use cash or card for your purchases? Why? Cash, because I don't have a debit or credit card. Do you believe sex should be mandatory in an ongoing dating relationship? Um, no? Some people don't care for it, and that's completely fine. Have you ever recorded yourself doing a cover of a song? No. Any secrets you’d never tell anyone? No matter how close they are to you? Yes. Do you like deviled eggs? NO. FUCK that yolk shit. What career are you most interested in? I still think my first career goal, a paleontologist, would be most interesting and exciting. Like just IMAGINE discovering a new dinosaur. And it's such a job of passion - you have to be so, SO careful and invest so much time in slowly recovering it from millions of years of rock and sand and time. I can only imagine the feeling of accomplishment when an excavation is complete. Have you ever seen a rooster? Yeah? What do you think about religion? Honestly, I personally wish it had never been a thing. It's brought with it so much hatred and bigotry, but I do acknowledge at the same time it's brought great comfort and hope to some people, and that's wonderful. But just all things considered, I feel it's done more harm than good. What’s your favorite sweetheart name (baby, honey, angel, dumpling) Probably "lovely." Has a little kid ever fallen asleep on your lap before? Yes, back when I babysat my neighbor's kid once. Have you ever thrown a grenade? Yikes, no. Have you ever talked face to face with someone famous before? No. Have you ever owned a rocking horse? I don't think so? If you could meet anyone in the world who would it be? HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM Have you ever wished you were dead? Yes. Is it awkward when people start talking all deep around you? No, I actually like deep convos. Have you ever played the old school Pac Man arcade game? Possibly? Ever played Mario Karts on Nintendo 64? No. Have you ever been scuba diving? No. Can you surf/boogie board? No. Do you like Chinese food, Mexican food, or American food better? American. What’s your favorite thing to order from Taco Bell? Cheese quesadilla and fiesta potatos. Sometimes I get the cinnabon delight thingies, but I avoid 'em with how unhealthy they are. Do you like hot, cold, or lukewarm showers? Pretty hot. Do you like to swing? I LOVED swinging as a kid. I haven't done it in a very long time now. How about jumping on a trampoline? I loved that as a kiddo, too. I haven't done that in years. What are you favorite color eyes? Sapphire blue or like an emerald green. Do you have long arm hair? Nah, at least I don't think so. What third generation console is your favorite? PS3, Xbox 360, or Wii? I loved my PS3. I'm still so bummed mine broke. How often do you like to have sex? I'm not sexually active, but even when I was, I didn't care. Do you have a facial expression you seem to pull a lot? What is it? Not really. I think I look stoic most of the time. Do you always listen to music when you’re online? No; I usually have a let's play or something like that on that I can split my screen and watch while doing something else. If so, what are you currently listening to? I'm listening to "Love Goes On And On" by Lindsey Stirling and Amy Lee right now. Do you ever forget how to do really simple things? Like what? Yes, like how to control the laundry machine and other things like that. There's just so many options that I never, ever remember what to set it to, no matter how many times Mom shows me. That's how my memory is with most things these days, really... Were you born with naturally straight teeth? No; I needed braces. If you were the opposite gender, what name would you like to be called? Uhhh maybe Severin. Do you prefer original or sour Skittles? I love both, but sour wins. What about chocolate or peanut M&M’s? I also enjoy both, but the original are better. Your favourite band: Do you prefer their old or new stuff? That's like... impossible to answer, lol. I just love everything. Do you check to make sure your ear phones are going in the right ear? No. Do you secretly still listen to Ace of Base? I have no idea who that is. Have you ever broken someone else’s bone? No, thank goodness. I'd feel awful. Is it stupid to think you can write a book at thirteen? No?????????? There are incredibly talented writers out there at young ages. Hell, I remember as a kid, I wanted to be the youngest published author way before that age. Are you ever embarrassed about what you dream about? There've been some I wouldn't share. Have you ever had sex with someone as a favor? No, and I never would. Does your mom let you date? I'm 25, my dude. She let me when I felt ready, though. If you had the last person you kissed’s Facebook password, would you go snooping through their stuff? Why or why not? She doesn't have one, but hypothetically, fuck no. Because that's none of my damn business, and it still wouldn't be even if we were still dating. Have you ever fainted? If so, when was the last time? If not have you ever come close? I've fainted once when I was a teen and have come close many other times. Ever take a keyboarding class? Do you type using the skills you learned in class, or how you used to before you took the class? Yeah; it was mandatory for I think one year in middle school. I type how I was taught in there. Do you find your best friend’s significant other/crush attractive? She doesn't have an s/o, and idk who her "real" crush is, as much as she'd love Frieza to be real, haha. What do you do with your clothes that don’t fit anymore or just don’t want? Donate them. Do you cut out coupons? My mom will keep some fast food ones she gets in the mail sometimes. Did you ever breathe in helium and talk funny afterwards? I think I did once at a birthday party, but I'm unsure. Would you ever open your own business? If so, what kind of business could you imagine yourself having? I want to be a freelance photographer so, so badly. I want to specialize in nature and wildlife, but having a boudoir studio would be great to help keep me afloat, plus I adore the art of boudoir. I've shot it once for an old friend, and by god, I loved how empowered it made her feel, especially as a plus-sized woman. She adored the pictures, and I'd just love to help other clients feel like they're gorgeous in their unique body, too. Last type of candy you ate? I had a donut from Starbuck's yesterday. Did you decorate your house for Halloween? If so, how many decorations? Did you go all out, or just put up a few things? Mom and I don't really decorate anymore. :/

[thinkingisadangerouspastime]

i was tagged by @axolotl-druk and @maipreciation!! thank you queens 💛

1. Name/Nickname: amy

2. Gender: female

3. Star sign: gemini

4. Height: 5 ft on a good day

5. Time: 8:45 AM

6. Birthday: that's my business 😌

7. Favorite bands/groups: Queen, lots of nostalgia for Puffy AmiYumi, Skillet

8. Favorite solo artists: Avril Lavigne, Lindsey Stirling, Hayley Kiyoko

9. Song stuck in my head: "The Smartphone Hour (Rich Set a Fire)" from Be More Chill

10. Last movie: Princess Mononoke

11. Last show: Prodigal Son

12. When did I create this blog: uhhhh 2016? 2017?

13. What do I post: on this blog? mostly just memes/shitposts, but it accidentally became where i rbed atla content too (and now a lil prodigal son since the new season is airing)

14. Last thing I googled: "how much water to drink daily" bc i was being harassed about my state of perpetual dehydration

15. Other blogs: @writetobuildtheworld is my main (i mostly rb writing advice, book recs, all that jazz); @yespleasefandomtrash is where my fandom shit goes (except atla, which again accidentally ended up here 😂), and @starkravinghazelnoots for mcu content

16. Do I get asks: occasionally! the vast majority of people are super friendly 🥰

17. Why did I choose this url: bc it's true

18. Following: 319

19. Followers: 838

20. Average hours of sleep: 5-8. usually 5-6 during school and 7-8 during summer/breaks/etc.

21. Lucky number: not a clue

22. Instruments: i am musically untalented

23. What am I wearing: (this is actually as of yesterday but i don't feel like updating it with today's outfit) long-sleeved black shirt tucked into high-waisted flowy pants (teal, white, and black vertical stripes) and overall i felt pretty fabulous

24. Dream job: author

25. Dream trip: maybe to italy and greece? it's the classics nerd in me

26. Favorite food: pasta. crawfish. shrimp. all three together especially 😂

27. Nationality: usamerican? that's nationality right?? it's been four years since i was in human geo 💀

28. Favorite song: my favorite song rn (i can't pick one overall lmao) is probably "Seventeen (Reprise)" from Heathers bc im listening to the musical a lot for my jetko heathers au and i have very distinct memories and emotions related to that song,, just closing the musical and it ending up being the last song i performed on that stage,, 😭 an electrifying moment. i'll never forget it

29. Last book read: i've done so many readings for school lately so i'll just say "Lanval" by Marie de France (which is a lay, not a book, but idc 😂)

30. 3 fictional universes you'd like to live in: uhhh i guess atla, maybe the mcu, and why not winx club as a throwback to my elementary and middle school years

tagging anyone who wants to do this!! just say i tagged you 🥰

[sailor-freak]

Okay I meant to post about this FOREVER ago and never got round to it but now that Lzzy’s announced Lindsey will be her guest on Raise Your Horns this week LET’S TALK ABOUT IT 😂. Shatter Me was probably the first “Lzzy feature” song I listened to, idk why maybe cos I already knew who Lindsey was, but anyway this is so 👌. The lyrics, of course, incredibly relatable to pretty much everyone on some level, surely. For someone who says she’d never done lyrics before this they’re really solid 😂. The music is great, very different to pretty much anything I listen to since it’s a cross of techno/dubstep and violin (the only violin in my playlist really is BVB lmao), but for some reason I find myself wanting to do air violin the same way I find myself doing air guitar or air drums 😂. It’s fast and that chorus riiiiiff?? Do you call it a riff? Idk violin terminology anyway that chorus violin bit, ICONIC 😂. Then of course I can’t not talk about the queen Lzzy Hale’s vocals... I love that even though this is nothing like the stuff Halestorm produces she still went for it power screaming 😂. The thing is, her RANGE comes in, cos she starts of pretty soft and enunciates really clearly, idk for what effect but it works, it’s like she’s rounding every syllable so specifically 😂. Then as the song builds so does her power, the chorus before the drop she just SCREAMS that “shatter me” and THE POWER BEHIND IT OMG I feel like I’m really going on about the vocals but it’s Lzzy fn Hale man I can’t not 😂.

The video omg I could talk about this a while I’m sorry in advance 😂. Obviously the story for Lindsey’s ballerina character is sort of a “hey I have a regular routine but like at stuff outside imma go out there” but obviously not as poorly delivered as I summarised it 😂. I’m sure there’s hundreds of descriptions and interpretations of that story idk if I need to repeat it to you again 😂. THIS IS AFTER ALL A BLOG WHERE 1/3 IS DEDICATED TO HALESTORM SO imma talk about LZZY 😂. Lzzy, the clock girl as she was dubbed (although it seems more like clockwork girl?? But idk haha), hers is a little more difficult to work out cos... does her story link up with Lindsey’s or nah? Cos she spends the thing getting really wazzed off with her job till eventually she sticks her adorable little tin man in the cogs and stops it (she’d probably get the sack for that but oh well guess that’s what she wanted), but then... nothing happens 😂. LIKE SHE DOESN’T GO ANYWHERE 😂. Lindsey’s part ends with her in the real world having broken the glass with idk a magical supersonic violin, but Lzzy ends it just kind of smiling at her mischief 😂. So EITHER Lzzy’s story does actually link up with Lindsey’s, and Lzzy was working inside the globe the entire time so stopped the clockwork, sacrificing her adorable little tin man (rip) so Lindsey can go off galavanting in the real world while she gets in trouble, or there’s no connection and she was just bored of her job so she fucked it up. EITHER WAY SOUNDS LIKE LZZY SO 😂. Wow I really went on there fuck I’m just still so confused on Lzzy’s part of the video like it makes sense but also doesn’t? 😂. Also there’s simultaneous shots of Lzzy just wearing stylish but inappropriate work clothes just throwing her arms around, like a queen, of course, but I guess that was just for performance effect 😂. Lzzy looked so gorgeous there tho omg 😍. I MEAN SHE ALSO DID WITH THE MESSY PIGTAILS AND DIRT ALL OVER HER FACE COS SHE’S LZZY FN HALE COME ON 😂. I’ll stop talking now well done if you made it through that anyway, Shatter Me by Lindsey Stirling is a bop and if you’re a fellow freak and you haven’t heard it... wtf are you doing go listen to it swallow your heavy music pride and blast it from the rooftops 😂.