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anayaahwrites · 3 years ago

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KOT Ficlet #5 (Momoya Natsu/ Yoshinaga Atsumu)

When the lights start flashing like a photo booth (And the stars exploding, we'll be fireproof.)

Warning: Themes of underage drinking and implied sexual content.

Natsu roughly based on this art by @sasukeslove

A small AU on MomoYoshi's first meeting:

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Natsu is six when he learns about Angels.

He’s perched on mama’s lap, carrying a new storybook with tiny hands and slowly pronouncing all the words. Her proud smile encourages him to read the larger words too, the ones he’d avoid out of embarrassment—something about a pro-fe-cky and a pro-mice that He exists up there somewhere, over the pillowy clouds watching down on them.

Mama tucks him in that night and tells Natsu to close his eyes and pray because Angels only come to good boys.

He’s ten when it all sounds like bullshit to him.

Over the years, Mom’s rosy smile had withered into a fatigued sigh, a cry for help to the God that never answers no matter how much they pray. Dad was more a guest than a resident. He came around once in a while to eat lunch—with a taut smile plastered eerily over his smooth features—and swiftly vanish to not return in that week .

They’ve stopped waiting for him and Natsu stops asking questions.

He’s thirteen when he meets Sei, a child around his age, except so much more charming and calm and composed for someone that carried half the same set of genes Natsu had. He learns of his father’s betrayal and is honestly shocked at his own lack of surprise. Still, he questions his God and why why why would He let mom’s heart shatter like that?

Sei is quick to laugh and tell him that God doesn’t exist and mom is just a victim to their monster of a father.

So he goes home that day to his outraged mother, hair coloured like glittery Christmas tinsel and sapphire lenses replacing his usual shade of honey brown. She snaps at the sight, yelling at him till her throat closes up, till nothing but a harsh sob escapes her and he lets her. They both had to cope somehow.

By the fall of his fourteenth year, he gets pierced four times and stops talking to his mother almost completely.

To hell with dad. To hell with God.

Natsu is fifteen, and he doesn’t care about anything anymore.

He’s fifteen and quickly realising from his daily job as a guitarist in the club that girls aren't attractive no matter how much they flock around him. He still humours them sometimes, a touch here, a kiss there since the pay is good enough for him to add some extra service on his part.

Mom plies herself with work as often as possible, to douse her misery in the decayed scent of piled papers and clunking keyboards. She leaves Natsu to deal with everything else on his own like the obedient son he is, letting him go like dad left her.

Natsu is alright, though. He’s done this far longer than she knows.

He stops reaching out to her, stops talking to someone up in the skies, settling instead to live a tranquil life in the shadows, under the dependable shade of music. He hates people. He hates the world.

Natsu is basking in the warmth of another uneventful day in the club, when in walks a boy out of fucking nowhere and his entire world tips on its axis.

The boy takes shaky, wary steps as if he were balancing on a trapeze. Dark black bangs like thick black rain spill over the side of his face, half covering wide brown eyes. Splotches of pink and porcelain white stick out where his sweater ends and skin begins. He’s small and delicate and beautiful, Natsu’s heart skips a beat. Or two. Or maybe three.

And why should he lie? Natsu has seen beautiful, quite a few varieties of it too. But this…this was different. This was unreal.

The boy looks around nervously before he catches something and there’s a spark in those hazel eyes, sharp and electric, a smile tugging at his lips.

Natsu follows his gaze. On the stage lies his own guitar—a pre-performance habit for people to know he was next. He took great pride because this itself garnered more clusters than anyone in the entire house.

Natsu smiles. So he was a fan.

He downs the customary shot of vodka, waving at the people before hopping on stage and wrapping the sling around his neck. He scours the audience for a familiar face and it doesn’t take a lot, to spot a splatter of ink black in the crowd, batting eager eyelids at him. The smaller boy realises the attention on him and glances behind to confirm his suspicion.

By the time he swings around, eyes blown wide in a stare, Natsu plays the first chord.

In an instant, his expression shifts to a mix of awe and interest, a silent worship and a loud cheer compiled in one small, thin body. He claps more than anyone else in the room, beaming like a floodlight by the time Natsu finishes.

It was nothing strange. He played among cheers every day but none felt as satisfying with this voice hooting and clearly standing out from his regular gang of squealing girls. He throws his head back laughing back stage when no one is there to see.

By the time Natsu gets out on the floor again, a little more thrilled for the night and dressed in something less flashy, he’s gone. He screws his lips in displeasure and asks his friend to make him something stronger than the usual.

This happens more nights than not, and it was frustrating him.

The moment Angel boy—as he’s dubbed him, steps in through the door, Natsu traces his every move and quickly registers a pattern. He only comes around on days the club was the busiest—specifically during Natsu’s performance, talks to no one and leaves before he has the chance to even ask a name.

Not that Natsu was interested in him or anything. He was just curious, is all—why this boy looked like a starved pet every time he saw him on stage and if he really smelled like soft winter blankets and warm fireplaces, all angelic and pure.

Okay, so maybe he was a little interested.

Months pass like that.

The mid-November chill comes with its blistering snowstorms and the club is jam packed—winters were some of their busiest months—and Natsu’s up to perform. Instead of preparing, he watches the door resolutely from the bar, tapping impatiently at the table.

As routine, it barely opens a crack, and he sees a sliver of ebony snaking it’s way through the crowd. The boy stands on his tippy-toes which don’t give him much of a view, so he does these tiny jumps—that are so adorable, for a second Natsu forgets his own name—and scowls when he notices no guitar on stage.

He checks the time, the stage and then scans the crowd. The anticipation throbs through Natsu as he follows his eyes cross the room in slow motion, dragging dragging until they eventually land on him. Everything stills—the thundering music, the singing and all he can hear is the low thump of veins against his skin.

It’s over in a flash.

“That your Angel boy?” The bartender gestures at the figure turning tail and running, drying the pad on his prized work station. He skillfully pours two coloured liquids into an oddly shaped glass and passes it over the counter to him.

Natsu hums, swirling the absinthe stained drink in hand, eyeing the smaller boy gasp as a couple slams against the door, clearly piss drunk with her suspended over his thighs and gyrating her hips into the man.

“Hey, chief.”

“Hm?”

“You think I can get off early tonight?”

The man raises an eyebrow. “Like when?”

“Like now.” Natsu answers, never letting his gaze falter from the head full of black hair slowly receding through the crowd, horrified.

The man guffaws, lifting a glass of water—since he can’t drink on duty—and clinking it with Natsu’s.

“Must be fuckin’ Christmas if you’re taking interest in anyone, so I’ll let this one pass. Don’t scare him off now. He already looks like a trembling lamb.”

Natsu knocks back the contents, swallowing the liquid till it numbs his entire mouth and smirks.

“I’ll try.”

So he follows the boy. Hands are immediately all over him from faces he recognises in passing—a girl he once kissed, someone that made him cake, but he pushes them off.

His boy of interest forces the hood of his shirt up all the way, and glances behind him once before increasing his pace. Maybe the lights are really getting to him and maybe Natsu is a little tipsy when he reaches out to grab his hand.

The boy flips around to lock eyes frantically, as if a ghost had seized him.

“Hey.” Natsu musters his sweetest smile.

“Hi..” The boy replies.

And oh, his voice. It’s sugary sweet and so so soft like—like actual rolls of smooth and silky cotton had woven them. He blushes fiercely under Natsu’s relentless gaze and stares where their hands were connected in a tight grip as if it burned holes through him.

Natsu frowns. “Don’t run.”

The boy’s gaze shoots up, and he’s pulling away.

“I-I’m sorry I really h-have to go—”

“It’s my birthday.” Goddamn, he must be really wasted to admit that. Now that he thinks about it, what did he just drink?

Twentieth November, the day he was born and incidentally also the day he found his father’s tongue down another woman’s throat, holding a child over his shoulder.

“Oh,” The boy stops, pursing his lips and letting the hood go all the way down before flashing easily one of the most ethereal smiles Natsu has ever seen.

“Happy birthday.”

“Thanks,” he replies awkwardly. “It’s not going really well.”

“No?”

Natsu nods. “It’s nothing different.”

“You want it to be special?”

The buzz in his nerves practically screamed a yes to that—he wanted something to remember, to bury the horrible memories he associated with this day, for the days he wished he was never born in the first place. He wanted to fit it all in this one boy in one night, this angel he didn’t even know, to free him from himself.

Natsu tightens his grip. “Dance with me?”

Oh boy, the alcohol was talking.

Angel boy looks at Natsu with wide doe eyes, peers back at their hands and gulps. Natsu frowns and releases his hold. He was drunk, probably a little more than he’d admit to, but he didn’t want to pressurize anyone—not when this boy already looked so out of his element, a beige hoodie and skinny jeans in a club full of scantily clad folk.

But he reverses the roles, grabbing Natsu by the fingers so delicately, he releases a soft hum of satisfaction. He rubs fingers between his own, feeling the brush of calloused fingertips on them. It reminds him of mom’s soft chest rising and falling when she slept beside him because he was her ‘perfect little angel’ and made him feel safe.

He misses it. Misses being safe. Misses being loved.

“Okay,” the boy mumbles, peering from under his natural hood of hair with a light smile. “Okay. Let’s dance.”

Natsu doesn’t really know what he’s doing anymore. The lights blink and they’re suddenly in stop motion. It tricks his brain into thinking of them as pictures trapped some place in his brain forever. So he stares and stares and captures the blush spreading like wildfire across the boy’s face, a smile widening in tandem with the soft beats.

They’re two faces among a thousand on a random winter night. The music isn’t his type nor is his attire anything to be proud of. But this boy. Holy heavens, if he isn’t the prettiest thing ever then the stars should be ashamed because damn, he’d beat them even on a bad day.

His hair sways—a steady swing of left right left right and a pleasant smile sits snug on his features like that’s where they belonged, that’s where they had always belonged and Natsu closes his eyes when their hands meet again.

This is perfect.

It’s when the music stills that they transition to a slower lull of movement, and the blaze of liquor in his blood emboldens him into yanking the boy a little closer. He lets him fall with a small plop on his chest and laughs when he rubs his nose, scowling.

“Why do you never wait back?” He asks, exhaling at the warmth the boy’s presence brings. Natsu puts his hand around his waist and he swears, it was like he wasn’t human, like someone had sculpted him out of clay, moulded to near perfection. And maybe he’s treading into dangerous waters, but his mouth had a mind of its own and there’s nothing he could do to stop it.

“I always look for you after I’m done but you’re never here.”

Pair of hazelnut eyes sheepishly peer at him.

“I’m sorry. I’m just.… not good at socializing.”

“So you say,” Natsu laughs, “But you’re doing better than me.”

“No way!”

“Yes way.”

“You have to be kidding me you’re so cool—and and so beautiful I really cannot—since the beginning I haven’t been able to take my eyes off—”

He squeaks when he's dragged closer by the small of his back. Their eyes meet. Natsu sees flashes of every happy moment of his life mirrored in them; His first recital, mom’s naturally loud laugh, the first time he played the guitar. They reach into Natsu’s soul and drag out his joy like the reel of a kite.

“I thought you were an angel,” he chuckles so close, he feels the boy shiver against his cheek. “I still do. Everyone here calls you Angel boy. Score a drink from them with that name sometime. I’m sure they’ll oblige you.”

“Angel? I—” He breathes a giggle, twisting silver strands with his fingers. “If there’s any angel here, it’s you.”

But this is fake, he wants to say. It’s fake, artificial, made of desperation because he never wants to look into the mirror and see his father’s face staring back at him. He won’t be him. He won’t.

“Atsumu,” he says. “My name is Atsumu.”

“Atsumu.” Natsu repeats in his head till it rolls naturally over his tongue. Like Atsu meaning heat and summer and everything bright and cheery.

Natsu purposefully lingers near his ear, to breathe his name in the air, smiling, content.

“ ‘Tsumu. It’s cute,” he hums. “You’re cute.”

“Are you drunk?”

“Definitely.” He chuckles.

Atsumu whispers, low and uneasy. “C-can I ask you something?”

“Mhmm.” At this point, his voice gave him a greater high than the drink he had downed fifteen minutes ago. Or was it an hour? He couldn’t really tell and decided very quickly he didn’t care, anyway.

“Why don’t you.. come to school?”

Natsu’s eyes open a crack to glimpse at the boy who trembles softly under him, as if he were admitting to a crime.

“I—” he continues in alarm, “I swear I’m not a stalker I just—Oh my god please don’t misunderstand me—”

“Calm down.” Natsu shushes, smiling apologetically at the few people around him that had been torn out of their aggressive make-out session as if they weren’t the ones that needed a room. God, if he sees another dick hanging out, he’ll have to bust out the chainsaw in the basement and go wild.

“So,” he leads them to a quieter corner with very few people and lesser eyes their way. “School,” he waves a hand dismissively, “It’s boring. Lots of people. Annoying questions. You know the drill.”

“Right,” he gulps. “Right so, I’m uhh—in your class I don’t think you noticed and I’m from an instrument club and someone asked us a question. Something about erotic sounds—wait that sounds bad—not erotic erotic but.…Ah, I’m bad at explaining.”

Natsu doesn’t keep back the dreamy giggle that leaves him, swaying lightly to the music. He’s exactly as he imagined—hell, even his name was spot on—all warm and giggly and fluttery.

“I’m still listening,” Natsu smiles. “Go on.”

Atsumu scrunches his nose and continues. “So one of my club seniors—he comes of a little rough but he’s really nice—went to one of my other seniors house who I think he really likes, and her mother told him it’s—I’m sorry am I too confusing?”

“I think I can manage.”

“Okay, so basically, her mother says it’s the pause in between his words and actions. The space that is just…there. And so I was writing about it—because I write everything—and Oka-kun saw my book.”

Natsu scowls. “Oka is annoying like that.”

The boy giggles this time. “Funny. He said you’d say that.”

“It’d be nice if he attempted to change it, then.”

“And so he told me you play music, where you work and that maybe you could do something good for once—I didn’t say that he did—So…” He moves his hand vaguely around them. “Here I am.”

Natsu hums against his head, bringing him to a slower pace as the song changes.

“I’ll have to thank him for that.”

“You’re not..angry?” He says through furrowed brows. “Oka-kun said you would be if you found out.”

He’s certain if Oka showed up here uninvited, Natsu would promptly kick him out. Because Oka is annoying. Atsumu however….

“So? Did you get your answer?” He asks instead.

The smaller boy makes a face, pulling all his features in to make his button nose stand out more than it already does and pout.

Natsu laughs. He’s been doing a lot of that today. Laughing.

“I’ll take that as a no.”

“Don’t get me wrong! Your performances are splendid and I really can’t get enough of them but the answer…I still haven’t reached a conclusion.”

Natsu plays with the fingers in his hand, shuffling to let them sink into the gap between his. Atsumu stares and responds by shyly tucking his fingers in.

“Want me to help you?” He whispers, tapping the side of Atsumu’s waist with his other hand.

“Can you?” He whispers back.

Can he? Yes. Should he? Probably not.

But what use is logic anyway, when a boy the embodiment of a sunny summer day amid a bitter winter stood enclosed in his arms?

Yeah. To hell with logic.

Natsu sways his hips, raking his free hand through Atsumu’s hair. He releases a pleased sigh when the tiny fingers between his tighten as if it were the only thing anchoring him to reality, which was good. Natsu felt the same, like his sanity was slowly slipping through open fingers.

“Spaces…exist everywhere. In words, in voices, in time…” He draws their joined hands to his mouth, dragging wet lips over porcelain skin. Atsumu shudders, breathing in sharp, shallow exhales.

“These hands..there’s a space in between them too if you look carefully. We’re so close,” fingers tighten around his shirt. “But still never close enough.

He runs a palm down the boy’s face that angles and angles till plush, red lips are within kissing distance. They part and blow warm clouds of air that taste mint and chocolate in his mouth. Natsu smiles. “Space is where there is distance. Space is where there is intimacy. Space is where there is friction. And this exciting gap that keeps us wanting to be closer till not even an atom could squeeze in—” he leans in closer, “—is erotic.”

He backs away while he has the physical capacity to do so, before the alcohol overrides every decision in his head and they end up a tangled mess of limbs in some random hotel room, but Atsumu having none of it.

He pulls Natsu to himself, clutching the pleats of his shirt and tugging him down to his lips. Teeth knock loudly against each other and Natsu hisses lightly, parting to lick the tingle in the tip of his incisor away.

“S-sorry!” Atsumu covers his embarrassment behind shaky hands. Natsu wraps thin fingers under his chin, reeling him in slow and steady and closes the distance. It’s soft, like a snowflake on a tree, virgin snow settling on frozen water and ironically, melts him. It boils and freezes, ignites his soul into a firework of bursting flames. He’s touching, feeling, pulling until every inhale feels like fire in his lungs.

“Closer,” Atsumu murmurs, throwing nimble hands over his shoulder and locking their lips together like puzzle pieces on a gameboard. “Make the space go away.”

It’s chaotic, and it’s magical. Like every star in the galaxy twinkled around them tonight, like every blossoming flower settled wherever Atsumu touched him. He’s drunk on vodka, drunk on happiness, drunk on love.

Closer. Natsu pushes a knee in between his thighs. His mouth hangs open in a silent moan, eyes slowly rolling into the back of his head.

Closer. The hands in his air pull him in for another searing kiss, pressing for entry, to delve deeper, deeper into themselves. Atsumu nibbles lightly on his lip and Natsu lets him bruise him for tonight. To wreck him, destroy him.

Closer.

They settle for a slower casual rhythm when they part to breathe. He keeps them moving on the floor, smiling against a pair of swollen lips.

“School suddenly sounds much more interesting.” He says.

Atsumu squints incredulously. “We can’t do this at school.”

“No?”

“No!”

Natsu shrugs, pecking the tip of the boy’s nose. “Shame.”

“Then you’ll come?” Atsumu bumps his forehead against Natsu’s. “I’ll really see you tomorrow?”

“If you can walk home straight after tonight, then sure.”

Atsumu gasps and slaps him across the back, blushing as they leave the club, hand in hand, away into the wintery night.

Natsu turns sixteen—a little drunk, a lot happy—but he’s sixteen and he can pinpoint this as the day he falls in love even years later.

And every other birthday is insignificant but so much better, spent at home, in the arms of the boy that saved him in just one night, all those years ago.

Mom only ever asks where he’s going and who he’s moving in with while he packs his bags to leave. She frowns when he answers with the widest smile on his face, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“An Angel.”

Ignore the sloppy writing haha. I'm writing this while travelling back home after a god awful six hour exam.

It felt too plotless to post on my ao3 kdkcd—

If you look at the colouring of Natsu I based it on (go give @sasukeslove all the real love), I imagine the art as the morning after when Oka's annoying Natsu and Atsumu walks in through the door (≧▽≦)

#kono oto tomare!#kotedit #kot #ao3 #dailykot #fanfic #kono oto #ficlet #momoyoshi #momoya natsu #atsumu yoshinaga #Spotify

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vanchlo · 5 years ago

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Green Eyes

*Thanks so much for reading! c: There are now several parts you can read here: 2 3 4

I’m so happy to share that I won a fiction writing award for this short story through my college’s art journal! c:

Blurb Synopsis: You had been subbing for Mr. Styles for the last couple of months, but you’ve yet to meet him. The notes you leave for each other have sparked a friendship, leading you to want more, and you wonder if he does too.

Genre: Teacher Harry, lots of fluff, friendship, and maybe even some romance? ;)

Warnings: None

Word Count: 5.5k words

Pairing: Harry x Reader

Music Inspo: Green Eyes by Coldplay (click to listen)

His shelves were full of F. Scott Fitzgerald, Rumi, and Charles Bukowski. His desk was covered in scribbled Post-It notes, Bit-O-Honey wrappers, and empty mugs of tea.

This is what you noticed the first few times you subbed in his classroom.

These were the only details you knew about the man whose face you’ve never seen. As you gradually began to substitute for his high school English classes more and more, you learned about him more. This was due to his students, and his personal belongings.

What he didn’t and didn’t like: all the way from no fringes on a notebook paper, no red pen ever because that was his grading color, no using the word ‘can’t’ in his class, and students can eat all the snacks they want as long as the trash goes in the bin where it belongs.

The CDs in a stack on the shelf told you which ones he actually listened to because they were the ones that were on top and without dust.

You learned that the pristine book on his desk was never the one he was reading. No, it was the weathered and used copy beside his mug with dog-eared pages and penciled notes.

His drawers told you another story with their contents: boxes of teas ranging from peach to vanilla macaron, journals filled to the brim with words, adult coloring books with tv show themes, and books on Van Gogh and Monet hinting at his artsy background. His students slowly warmed up to you, and through them, so did he.

At this point, you’d only been subbing for Mr. Styles the last five months, racking up around two and a half weeks worth of subbed days. He always left precise and concise lesson plans for you. The books were where he said they’d be. The webpages he mentioned were bookmarked on his desktop. The teacher copy of the textbook and current group book were on his desk. At the beginning, his desk looked like a professional organizer had gotten their hands on it. Slowly, as you came to sub more for him, it grew messier, albeit you kept it tidy during your appearances. As the first few months passed and you became one of the few subs in his room, you started to find notes. They weren’t just any notes. They were more than the straight forward sub notes for the day’s agenda. No, they weren’t that simple. You can still remember the first one you found on a Post-It note - it went like this:

Y/N, peanut butter on your waffles or syrup?

It took you by surprise, but nonetheless, you answered his call. Each time, you’d find a contrasting pen color and scrawl your answer underneath his. Then leaving it somewhere he would find it the next day. They were one-liners at the beginning, and always interesting. Walking to his classroom from your car on those mornings, you’d fill with excitement at the anticipation of finding the next one. Sometimes it took you the entire day to find where he had hidden them.

In the closet.

In a nook in a drawer.

Under the chair.

On the backside of one of his books.

Hidden in plain sight amongst his current choice of notes and lists.

They never failed to spark a smile on your lips, whether it was quirky, confused, astounded or humored.

Guitar or piano?

FRIENDS or The Simpsons?

Vanilla or Chocolate?

Would you rather become a superhero or a wizard?

The Beatles or the Rolling Stones?

Slowly, the questions became more personal, and more than just ‘this or that.’ His questions became longer, and so did your answers.

What was the moment that made you decide to become a teacher?

Is Donny a good student for you, or is he lying to me about that?

What color are your eyes?

What book/film do you believe had the largest impact on you while growing up?

What is the one meal you always order at a restaurant?

Do you have a family?

Should I splurge and buy a new desk chair?

What book should I buy for my classroom you think I need to have? Why?

Why don’t you have a classroom of your own?

When is your birthday?

Star Wars or Lord of the Rings?

They were never a chore for you, or tedious. No, they were fun and you felt as if you saw a little sliver of who he really was with each note. After a while, you started to write and leave your own notes for him to answer. At first, many of them were similar to ones he had left you, because you wanted to hear his responses, too.

The newest one stares back at you, his half-cursive registering in your eyes.

What’s your favorite part about subbing in my classroom? Don’t say the students, that’s what everybody says.

Giggling to yourself, you reach over to his Pink Floyd mug to pull out a green pen. You take a moment to think of your answer. This time you found the note peeking out from behind the smart whiteboard. The sounds of the end of a school day tickle at your ears as you scribble down your answer. Pressing it to an open square of wood on his desk, you turn back to the royal blue pad of Post-Its. Peeling one off, the green pen hovers over the paper, but you can’t get yourself to write the question you’ve been wanting to know all along.

He didn’t have a Facebook, or an Instagram.

The high school doesn’t have a wall of staff pictures like others you’ve subbed at do.

It’s late winter, so yearbooks are still a ways off.

For all you know, you could have seen him here before in the halls when you subbed in another classroom.

Exhaling, you press the pen to the paper before you can convince yourself to stop. Unlike the many times before when your fears got the best of you.

What do you look like?

With a proud but nervous smile you stick it to the desk, layering the first note on top. It sticks to your lips as you bend down to reach your hand into your bag. The glossy bag greets your hand, and you pull it out to set down beside the note.

A small bag of Bit-O-Honeys.

Looking up, your eyes scan the empty classroom. Few footsteps, voices, and lockers slamming trickle in from the halls. You suddenly realize that this is the same view he sees, these are the same sounds he hears, and the same place he sits in every day. Well, when he’s not away on personal days, sick days, on holiday, and at workshops, hence your appearances. The thought knits something together inside of you, making you feel just that bit more closer to him. Something that’s been slowly happening over time since you first stepped foot in his classroom.

One of the first things that did this was the posters scattered across his walls. A poster from the 2013 remake of The Great Gatsby, The Beatles’ Abbey Road album cover, a cartoon of William Shakespeare, a unifying print of Keith Haring’s art, and several posters of quotes from famous books - To Kill A Mockingbird, the Kite Runner, Of Mice and Men, The Life of Pi, and even The Hunger Games. It delighted you watching him add some of them to the walls since your time here, and you’ve been itching to purchase him one as a gift. You’re unsure of what he would like though, and the fear of failure has held you back from doing so.

A bleep! catches your attention. Casting your eyes to the dormant desktop screen, you wiggle the mouse. A red circle has appeared on the title of a tab opened to your professional email. Clicking over to it from a YouTube video he had you show the class, you find you have a new message. At the sight of who sent it, your heart skips a beat: harry.styles@isd . . . . . . .

Hi. I reckon you’re still sitting at my desk this moment, now that’s a funny thought. I wanted to ask you a question while I remembered. I have to go out of town on Friday for a funeral. Believe me, I wouldn’t go if I didn’t have to, but these things are a must. I apologize for it being short notice, but I thought I’d ask you if you would like to take it before I posted it to the sub database. Please let me know either way by tonight, so it has a few days to sit on the website to be claimed. Also, I wanted to say thanks for everything you do. My students really love you, and it makes me wonder what I’m missing. Enjoy your night!

Sincerely,

Harry Styles

“Keep your face always toward the sunshine - and shadows will fall behind you. - WW”

A smile warms your cheeks as you finish reading his words, and the familiar poem that ends every email of his. You quickly type up a response to him, agreeing to take the job on Friday, thanking him for thinking of you. A new email appears in your inbox shortly after from another colleague, which occupies you before you lose yourself in your thoughts again.

Perhaps your favorite addition in his classroom is the Fender acoustic sitting on a stand in the corner. Of course, you’ve yet to see it move in the last five months. The stories his students have told you in a way have given it legs of its own in your mind. Much like the little notes you’ve been leaving for each other, something you dread ever ending.

It was a Wednesday. You’re convinced that Mrs. Watson’s Pre-Calc class is surely the bane of your existence. You keep cursing yourself for taking sub assignments for math classes. Seeing that you’re terrible at the subject, you vowed you’d never take one of her assignments again, but you have to pay the bills somehow. You found your respite in the cozy staff lounge. Couches lined two of the walls, along with an arrangement of tables on the other side of the room.

As you walk in, you see that one of the ancient history teachers has nodded off again on the plaid couch. Otherwise, the room is empty, and all to yourself. If that didn’t make you happy before, the assortment of food on the counter definitely does.

Voices float in through the open door as the plastic lid to the cupcakes opens with a pop!

“Ah, looks like ya got tha last chocolate one. I was savin’ that one fer me,” a voice comments from behind you. Turning, you find a tall man in his late 20’s walking towards you.

“Oh, I’m sorry, you can have it,” you volunteer, holding the blue-iced cupcake out for his taking.

His blush lips curl up with an amused smile. Dimples fall neatly into his cheeks covered with thick stubble. Its deep brown color matches that of the short quiffed curls atop his head. Misty green eyes stare back at you in the middle of his round, but sharp face. “‘m only joking. Go ahead and have it. I already had one earlier. They’re quite good actually, but I dunno ‘bout tha vanilla. Never really cared fer tha flavoir when it comes t’ cake and ice cream,” he comments, passing you to stop at the nearby sink.

“Yeah, I like to forget vanilla exists half of the time,” you remark, peeling away the paper liner of the cupcake.

Leaning against the counter, you watch as his ringed hand grabs a red coffee mug from the cabinet. “So do I. ‘s ratha boring, if I do say so meself.”

Nodding to yourself, a silence follows your words. The sweetness of the cupcake is shocking when you take a bite. It makes you wonder how you devoured these sugar bombs as a child. A few beeps and a hum from the microwave echo throughout the room as you check your phone.

“Y’know, I haven’t seen ya here at tha school befo’. Are ya new dis year or a sub?” he asks, bringing your eyes back to his lean figure. He pulls a yellow square packet from his tight-fitting black slats, a blush button-down tucked into its waist.

“I started subbing here this year,” you answer before taking another bite of the cupcake. Half of it consists of the sickeningly sweet frosting that makes your teeth ache.

“Mmmm I see. How d’ya like it so far? Are ya a new teacher, ‘s that why yer subbin’?”

“Yeah, I went back to school kinda late in the game after doing something else. I figure I’d sub for a little bit for some experience, because what’s another year of waiting by this time?” you comment, observing how he fiddles with his black tie while searching in the refrigerator.

“Well, congratulations. ‘s a big step t’ go back t’ school fer sumthin’ ya love. ‘s a good profession, I reckon. I’ve been teaching fer 7 years, and here at dis school fer 5. Sumtimes schools even hire subs they’ve had when a position opens, so keep yer eyes open,” he tells you, turning to you with a smile, a yogurt in his hand.

“Thank you,” you say sincerely, returning the smile. “I appreciate the vote of confidence.”

“Sure thing. I know it helped loads when I was a newbie. ‘ll see ya around, I gotta get back t’ class befo’ me students do first. Have a good one!”

Walking towards you with the steaming cup of tea in his hands, he pats your arm with his other hand on the way out. Nodding at your ‘thank you’, a small ‘you’re welcome’ falls from his lips before the door closes behind him. Eating the last bite you can muster of the cupcake, you toss its remains in the bin. A thought worms its way into your mind as you sit down at the table.

Wow, I wonder who that guy was? And is he married, because shit, he was handsome.

The smell of orange essential oil greets you when you stepped foot into his classroom the next time. The state of his desk made you frown, and made you want to scratch the itch to clean it. You resisted it and didn’t, and that thought was taken away when his students began to find their desks.

Another day of 7 classes came and went. 2 classes of Introduction to Creative Writing. 3 classes of American Literature. 2 classes of World Literature. Amusing YouTube videos broke up the monotony of your day, and those of his students. The lesson notes he left for you had become more concise as the months have passed, and as you learned from each other. The same couldn’t be said for the dish of Bit-O-Honeys on his desk that he’s kept stocked for your appearances. You’re just glad he’s put the bag you left for him to good use. All throughout your day you had been looking for his newest note, but this time it wasn’t in any of his usual spots. After correcting some quizzes from today, you finally found it in the bottom left-hand drawer of his mahogany desk. Stuck to a tall can of Coke, your favorite drink of choice.

I’m sorry it’s warm, although I’m not sure how you like to drink it. I just find warm soda to be rather nasty. The answer to your question is I have green eyes, brown hair, I’m rather tall, and I like to dress up. Is that good enough for you? Now, what do you look like, love?

Your insides melt at the sight of his answer, but then you groan at the vagueness of it. Off the top of your head, you know there are at least 10 male teachers here at this school with brown hair, maybe more. Maybe even with green eyes, too, and you know that because you’ve seen them in the staff lounge or in the halls. The thought only grows worse when you lose count of how many teachers there are here at this school. Let’s just say, there’s a lot. Yeah, that sure helps a whole lot. Annoyed, you pluck a pen from the green mug and answer his question with as little detail as possible. Two can play at this game, you think to yourself as you sigh.

If you could have a jam session with any musician, dead or alive, who would it be?

Sticking the new note where its corner peeks out from under his tabletop calendar, your eyes return to the Coke. It’s undeniable, you feel a little less perturbed at him just at the sight of it. Only a little bit, that is. Sure, you’ve subbed for a countless number of teachers at this school, and more so in this school district. A few of them are even friends or relatives of yours, but you’d never connected with one before like you have with Harry. You just wish more than anything you could find out what he looks like and what he’s really like. Continuing to take his sub jobs doesn’t really help with that. It only drives you crazier wanting to know the other side of this fascinating human being.

There he was, snoring on the couch again, tv remote in hand. The weather channel is playing, surprising you very little. Snickering, you yank open the door to the black refrigerator. After retrieving your striped black and blue lunchbox, you place the container of leftovers in the microwave. A laugh is heard over your shoulder, and when you turn, you find Green Eyes from the other day.

Tittering as the door closes behind him, he says, “No fail, John ‘s always passed out on dat couch, I swear.”

“I know, it’s every time I’m here. Maybe he should just retire already so he can take his naps at home. Then maybe we could watch something on the tv for once,” you comment, shaking your head. Unpacking your lunch box, you take out a clementine, vanilla yogurt, and silverware.

“Nah, he loves it too much. I don’t see him leavin’ anytime soon,” he remarks, walking past you to search the shelves of the fridge. “What’re we having’ t’day? Couldn’t find any cupcakes dis time?”

“No, those ones were too sweet anyways. They gave me a stomachache,” you complain with a grimace. The beeeeep! of the microwave interrupts your thoughts.

“Mmmm, I dunno, I thought they were pretty good.” Rubbing his tummy, he pulls a breathy laugh from your lips.

Your steaming container of leftovers almost burns your hands, and you dread trying to eat it within the next 10 minutes. Setting up for a lesson in Mr. Harrison’s classroom was a pain, making you wonder why you take any sub jobs besides Harry’s anymore.

“No free food fer us t’day,” he pouts beside you, closing the fridge door before venturing to the vending machine in the corner. Your eyes drift to his outfit choice today - a white button-down topped with a buttoned vest the shade of ochre, all tucked into brown slacks.

“That’s why you pack a lunch. I thought you’d know the drill by now, since you said you’ve been teaching for a while.”

“I do, but sumtimes I forget. Yer already ahead o’ me with dat part, love,” he who doesn’t have a name answers with a short laugh. Sliding a leather wallet from his pocket, you see him type in a number before you sit down at the table. “Who are ya subbin’ fer t’day then?”

“I’m on the west side in the Science wing for Harrison. Bloody Bio.”

“Ugh, I neva cared fer science. Where were ya a few weeks ago when I last saw ya?” he questions, sliding out a chair across from you. An assortment of vending machine food hits the table with a slap - peanut M&M’s, a nutrigrain bar, and a bag of Sun Chips.

“Upstairs in Watson’s Maths class. Remind me to never sub for her again, because I can’t understand Pre-Calc for the life of me. I never could in high school so I don’t know why I thought I could know,” you chuckle. A warmth fills your cheeks at the sight of his lips spreading into an amused smile.

“Yeah, I neva cared fer Maths meself eitha. Numbas neva made a bit o’ sense t’ me, words were always betta,” he explains. You nod along with his words, your mouth occupied with a bite of spaghetti and meatballs. “What subject would ya like t’ teach once tha year’s ova an’ ya go searchin’ fer a job o’ yer own?”

“Um, probably something in English since that’s my focus area. Dabbling in History has been fun, though. I enjoy learning about it myself, and I always have a better time subbing in either of those classes,” you reveal.

“I see,” he replies, his head going up and down. The crinkling of the granola bar wrapper fills the silence between you before he takes a bite. Crumbs pepper his chin, but he wipes them away from his thin beard. “How often d’ya sub here then?”

“I’d say probably 3 days a week typically, but some weeks are 4. Otherwise, I sometimes sub for a friend or somebody I know over at the middle school.”

“Ah, so yer license is sumthin’ like 8 - 12, ‘s it?” he inquires, picking up the black mug you hadn’t noticed he had.

“Yeah, I thought that would give me a good range for those grades. With my experience now, I think I’d like to stay at the high school level though,” you continue, twirling you fork around in the noodles covered in tomato sauce. Crossing your legs, the satiny fabric of your black dress pants moves with you.

“We could always use anotha good teacher here. Ya neva know what’ll happen,” he smiles, standing to his feet with his snacks held in his large hand. Returning his smile, he adds his mug to that hand, patting your back once on his way out. “See ya next time, love. Keep yer head up, it’ll get betta.”

“Thanks,” you automatically respond with. When you go to say his name, you’re lost for words, because you suddenly remember you’ve never gotten it. Now, he’s already too far away to ask for it.

Shrugging your shoulders, you stab a meatball with your fork, wondering when the next time will be that you’ll see him again. Because, he sure is nice to look at, and he’s nicer to you than anybody else here.

Stevie Nicks or John Lennon, it’s a tough call. Okay, I’m doing two questions from now on, because you ask such good ones :( Who would you jam with then? Question #2: What was the last concert you went to?

This time, you found the Post-It before the school day even started. It was on the seat of his chair, making you think he wanted you to find it right away. You’re thinking maybe he remembered one of the last times you complained about how hard he had made it. Sometimes you worry about how excited you get to look for these each time you sub in his classroom, but then you remember it’s only once every few weeks.

That can’t hurt, can it?

That day the hallways were louder than they usually were after school. You attributed that to the boys’ semifinals basketball game set to be played tonight in the gymnasium. The school’s home team against a nearby rival school. Students couldn’t stop talking about it all day, and many of them shared they’d be sticking around after school to attend. Checking your watch, you note that you should have enough time to stop at home to eat dinner before coming back for it. Even though you hadn’t even known about it before today.

The Sufjan Stevens song floating from his desktop fills the room as you get out books for tomorrow. Your hands are full with copies of The Kite Runner, making you feel grateful again to Harry- Mr. Styles for picking a decent classic for the class to read. Although you’d only read it a few years ago yourself, and it broke your heart, you’re excited to sub next time to help his World Lit class with it.

“Oh hey, be careful there, yer gonna slip and fall with all o’ those,” somebody says from behind you, distracting you from your mission of bringing the pile of books from the closet to a desk.

Don’t I know that voice? Turning your eyes to the doorway, you find Green Eyes walk in with a coat slung over his arm. Wait a second.

“I-I’m fine,” you stutter, but your actions that follow negate your words. Your eyes run over his familiar features, and slowly the puzzle pieces start to click in your head. Harry? A thought bomb explodes in your head, and the books tumble from your arms. “Shit, I’m sorry.”

“Yer okay,” he murmurs, stopping in front of you. Kneeling down, you both begin to pick up the books, stacking them on top of each other. “Thanks for gettin’ me set up fer t’morrow though. I appreciate it.”

“Mmmhmm,” is all you can say, because any words that want to come out can’t get past the lump in your throat. One that’s there because of the realization you just had.

Green Eyes and Harry are the same person.

How did I not figure this out sooner?

“So, ya must be Y/N, huh?” he giggles, his head bent down as he helps you pick up the books.

“Y-Yeah, surprise,” you admit, and your laugh soon joins his. Before you know it, the both of you can’t stop laughing.

“Here,” you hear him say. Looking up, you find him standing in front of you holding his hand out for you to take. A cozy looking maroon sweater covers his upper half, and blue jeans don the rest. “Fancy meetin’ you here,” he jokes in between laughs.

“You’re right about that,” you answer, taking his hand. He helps you to your feet where you smooth down the violet skirt of your dress. “I can’t believe I didn’t connect the dots.”

“Yer not tha only one, love,” Harry comments, bending over to grab a stack of books. He begins to set one on each desk as he walks down the aisles of them. “But I s’pose there wasn’t any way t’ know.”

“Yeah, I couldn’t find you on Facebook,” you confess, cursing yourself for the slip up a few seconds later. Lifting your head from the book you just set on a desk, you find his amused eyes on you across the room.

“Ah, so ya were stalkin’ me, were ya?” he smirks, his delightful laugh following his words.

“No, I wasn’t! You’re just one of the only colleagues I’ve subbed for who I’ve never met, or like don’t know what they look like.”

Your small stack soon disappears and when you return to the pile at the back of the room, he does too.

“So, what d’ya think? Are ya disappointed then?”

“No,” you say automatically, lifting your eyes to his green ones that land on you. His cheeks lined with a thick, neat beard crease with dimples as he smiles at you.

“Neither am I . . . . Ms. Vance Joy fan,” he returns, holding your gaze. The sincerity in his words gets under your skin, going straight to your heart. The sarcastic joke inside of them makes you giggle.

Clearing your throat, you look away with what you’re sure are blushing cheeks. Most likely, an entire blushing face. “What are you doing here, anyways, if you were gone for the day?”

“I can’t miss me boys’ big game, a few o’ me students are on tha team. I thought I’d catch up on sum emails and grading befo’hand, but didn’t know ya’d still be here.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I was just leaving, anyways,” you mutter, your movements stilling.

“I didn’t mean it dat way, love. ‘m glad we finally met, it was about time, anyways,” Harry insists, and you nod before continuing to place a book at each desk. “Hey wait, you said you were short and all plain in yer note. No, yer not, ya fibber.”

“Oh like your description was any more accurate,” you scoff lightheartedly, setting down a book before grabbing another from your dwindling stack.

His rich laugh meets your ears, and you can’t resist looking over to him. “Ya didn’t give yerself enough credit, ya know,” he almost coos, and you swear your heart melted into a puddle right then and there. That’s if it hadn’t done so already when you realized he’s Green Eyes. Swoon.

It’s hard to hold back the excitement curling at the edge of your lips. Soon, you run out of books again and when you take a peek at him, so has he.

“Were ya gonna go?” he questions, and you deal him one when you look at him confused. “T’ tha game, I mean.”

Your body feels like jello, and that any move you make would be sloppy. Embarrassing. That’s the last thing you want to look like in front of him. With his dazzling smile, adorably dimpled cheeks, and the cozy vibes he’s giving off. Not to mention, the clean citrus scent wafting off of him. A smell you certainly would be okay with smelling for hours on end. If only.

“Well bloody Rob around tha corner bailed on me, so I have an extra ticket now. Would ya like t’ join me? I was thinkin’ o’ grabbin’ a sub from ‘round tha corner befo’. Concession food ‘s always too expensive, and never worth tha lines at halftime,” Harry suggests, tucking his hands into the pockets of his jeans. One corner of his mouth climbs up his cheek, making you feel like maybe you’re not alone in these jumbled feelings. Or in the fun you’ve had carrying on this blind relationship with him.

“Yeah, that sounds like fun. Maybe we could get to know each other a little better than the few words Post-It notes can hold.”

Slowly, the other corner of his lips curls upwards, making the dimple fall into his cheek once again. Nodding, his lips split into a full-fledged smile, singing with a chuckle. “I’d really like that,” he reveals before venturing to the door and shutting off the light. Extending an arm, he waves a hand towards himself.

“Hold on, let me get my things.”

“No rush. ’s not like ‘ve waited seven months fer dis or anythin’,” he quips. By now, you’re certain your face resembles a tomato. You hope that in the muted light, perhaps he won’t notice.

Hurriedly, you slip on your light coat and drape your bag over your shoulder. Your eyes catch something as you’re tucking your phone in your pocket. Grabbing one last thing, you turn to find him watching you from the lit doorway.

“What?” he wonders aloud, still with that smile etched onto his face. One you’re fairly sure you could get used to seeing.

“Here,” you tell him, placing the Post-It note in his palm. His fingers dotted with dark hairs brush against you, just for a second longer than need be.

“Ah, can’t forget dis now. Important stuff here.”

“Indeed,” you note, stifling a laugh as the sarcasm floats in the air.

You observe his eyes flit across the paper holding your cursive as your steps echo down the empty hallway.

“Hmmm, funny. It says ‘would you like to meet up sometime’ on here,” Harry reads, casting his twinkling eyes to you. Green eyes. “I was jus’ ‘bout t’ ask ya tha same thing on me next note. But I had sumthin’ that woulda took tha cake fer sure.”

“What’s that?” you remark, wondering how that could be. Those thoughts fly out the window when you feel his arm come around your shoulder. A squeal sounds inside of your head, but hey, at least that’s far less embarrassing than doing it out loud.

“I was gonna tell ya dat Tracy across tha hall from me ‘s leavin’ afta dis year, and I may have recommended a certain sumbody t’ tha principal t’ replace her,” Harry hums, a knowing glint dancing in his eyes as they hover over you. “What d’ya say t’ bein’ colleagues instead o’ bein’ me sub?”

“I think I could get used to that,” you answer, letting your smile take over your entire face.

“So could I, love. So could I.”

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stressed-crow · 3 years ago

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i didnt exactly get tagged, but @lieberts said the “whoever wants to do it” thing (like 4 moths ago but i just found it in my likes) so here i goooo

also i tag @krchov @cowardlylearningtobebrave @feathereddamsel @gruntie and @luwucifer-s but like, only very vaguely. feel free not to~

1. MUSIC TAG MEME

Rules: Post your first twenty songs in a playlist on shuffle

Mama (My Chemical Romance)

Stigma (BTS)

Man Who Sold The World (Nirvana)

End of Spring (ONEWE)

Love Maze (BTS)

I’m so afraid (Holland)

Dear my friend (agustd)

O-O-H Child (The Five Stairsteps)

Go Go (BTS)

Time is Running out (The Muse)

Movement (Hozier)

Les Passants (Zaz)

The Witching Hour (ODJBOX)

Feelings (Hayley Kiyoko)

0X1=LOVESONG (txt)

YAYAYA (Stray Kids)

Empire (Of Mice and Men)

Problems (Mother Mother)

Question (Stray Kids)

Kill Your Heroes (AWOLNATION)

(i do not take any criticism on my music taste, least of all a costructive one)

2. Rules: MAKE A NEW POST, bold what applies to you and tag whoever you want to get to know better.

APPEARANCE

I’m an I-need-to-pull-the-driver-seat-all-the-way-in kind of a person // i wear glasses or contacts // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // i have or had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i wear makeup // i don’t often smile // i am pleased with how I look // I prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backward

HOBBIES & TALENTS

i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition // i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own (if it was like... chill wildreness. i mean i can get a fire going and shit like that i cant fistfight a bear or whatever) // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with friends // i travel during school or work breaks // i can do a handstand

RELATIONSHIPS

i am in a relationship // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for ten years // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have a long-distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online

AESTHETIC

i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sunrise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colors // i find mystery in the ocean (i dont like it tho the sea scares me) // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season

MISC

i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mom friend // i live by a certain quote // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift // i believe in true love // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least one dog // i have a cat ---------

3. THIS OR THAT TAG GAME (1)

4. THIS OR THAT TAG GAME (2)

indoor plants or gardens // cloud-watching or star-gazing // water or fire // paperback or hardcover // running or hiking // sleeping with socks or without socks // fruit or vegetables // hanging plants or succulents // dark wood or light wood // handwritten or typed // instagram or pinterest (i dont do either) // braids or pigtails // books or movies // oceans or meadows // forests or fields // sweet or salty // ice cream or chocolate // hoodies or sweaters // long hair or short hair // piercings or tattoos (new!! both!!) // summer or winter (both suck) // boots or sneakers // cars or motorcycles // curls or straight hair // castles or cottages // sunny days or storms // reptiles or birds // disney or nickelodeon (am european) // strawberries or watermelon (im using this opportunity to pick the other one yes) // essays or posters // phones or laptops // glass or stone // dark or light // photos or paintings // circuses or theaters // reading or writing // dogs or cats // poetry or novels // monsters or ghosts // thrift shops or libraries // fiction or non-fiction

5. Post one picture from my camera roll (no new downloads) to sum up my personality! u get two bcs they are v good

6. 30 QUESTIONS TAG GAME

RULES: Answer 30 questions and tag others

Name/Nickname: lucy

Gender: female

Star Sign: leo

Height: 170 cm

Time: 22:04

Birthday: july 1 IS WHAT I WROTE INITIALLY bcs i cant fucking read and thought it just said “date” lol anyway its 11th of August

Favorite Bands: bts, stray kids :)

Favorite Solo Artists: sunmi, taemin :) and hozier i cant betray him

Song stuck in my head: la la la la vie en rose

Last Movie: def some horror movie but i forget which lol

Last Show: probably the untamed lmaooo did not even finnish it

When did I create this blog: december 2013 apparently

What do I post: kpop babey

Last thing googled: i gotta fact check lots of shit for work so probs smting sports related (but make no mistake i dont know a single thing abt sports)

Other blogs: what for i dump everything here

Do I get asks: no

Why I chose my url: self-explanatory

Following: 100

Followers: ???

Average hours of sleep: about 8 hours

Instruments: none

What am I wearing: pink pajama shorts with kitties, black shirt torn beyond decent wearability and this dark green... jacket,,, hoodie...thing.

Dream job: village witch

Dream trip: me @ japan:

(i was supposed to go study there starting winter 2020 :) im abt to lose my fucking mind :) so yeah you get a dead meme for this) also new zealand, iceland, and going back to sweden sometime

Favorite food: pizza bithc its versatile, also cereal coz im a child

Nationality: czech (rip)

Favorite song: black swan (bts), levanter (skz), take me to church (hozier), noir (sunmi) (those are from the top of my head current favs theres way more but here u go)

Last book read: MIMOZEMŠŤANÉ V ČECHÁCH (= aliens in czechia) by idk, some married couple thats probs wanted whatever xfiles had but low budget, its pure nonsense, best read of this year, dont regret a single second

Top three fictional universes I’d like to live in: magnus archives bich i dont give a fuck; middle earth to blaze it with hobbits; i wanna be one of those lil shaky-head-tree-things in mononokehime

#personal #yeet yoot #tag game

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champs-of-whatt · 3 years ago

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jsteneil · 5 years ago

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“an adorably misshapen cap that I like to imagine Percy knit for him”

— The Lady’s Guide to Petticoats and Piracy, chapter 2.

it’s Percy knitting time, baby!

for @novakstiel

The woman selling pie outside the theatre is there every single day, come rain or sunshine. It’s the kind of hard-earned dedication Percy never used to understand, but now he makes a point of greeting her every time he passes by. She watches him with squinting eyes and a sneer—although the rictus is there every time that Percy sees her, whether she looks at him or not—and only answers after a month of selling him overcooked pies and lukewarm tea after work.

He doesn’t know her name. She doesn’t know his; they’ve never actually talked more than the few words necessary for the basic exchange her trade commands.

It’s a few days after the holidays when Percy looks up, running across the street with his face down in his collar against the wind, and doesn’t see her in her usual corner. He reaches the side of the theatre house, following the building to the stage door, and only when he’s safely out of the hail does he look back. He’s curiously concerned about her. His own situation is far from stable, but a stuffy orchestra pit and mice-infested flat still seem like a great deal better than having to sit in a corner of the street all day.

The wind blows hailstones into his face. Percy turns his back to the it, clutching his violin case tighter against his body under his coat, and that’s when he sees her, sitting under an rickety awning across the street. She’s sitting upright like she always does, with an old blanket covering her legs and a small brasero glowing red for tea-making purposes. He sees her, absorbed with something in her lap, and her fingers snapping back and forth—snip, snip. She’s knitting.

Relieved, Percy shoulders open the old door behind him and hurries to practice.

The crowd in front of the theatre the next week is loud and messy. Percy can hear it from several streets away. He buttons up his coat over his violin case to protect it from flailing limbs—it’s impossible to live and work in London for more than a few weeks and not become familiar with the violent behaviors of incensed crowds—and runs the rest of the way.

He can’t approach the theatre. The way in the front is blocked, with men yelling and shaking their fists all the way up the steps and women egging them on right up in the middle of the crowd.

Percy elbows his way across the back of the crowd, where onlookers are as numerous as protester. He can see Jacob and Martin standing by the pie lady’s stall, looking grim.

“What’s happening?” he asks as they greet him.

“Stage workers’ protest,” Jacob says. “The show was a dud; they haven’t been paid this week or the last.”

Percy looks over the crowd. “That’s a lot of people.”

Jacob shrugs. “Boss isn’t exactly popular.”

“Is the way in blocked for us?”

“You wanna try your way into that crowd?” laughs Martin. “I’d be throwing bricks with them if I didn’t have my case with me.” He pats his viola case, leaning against his leg. Percy glances at him. Musicians aren’t exactly well paid—this is far from being the royal company—but he won’t take the risk of mixing with this crowd. The watch will be summoned quickly, and Percy has no desire to spend a night in jail. He thinks briefly of Monty, left asleep in their warm bed—the only part of the flat that’s really ever warm.

“Are you gonna buy something or stay there and gossip like old maids?” a voice says behind them.

Percy turns. It’s the pie lady, her voice surprisingly shrill. In spite of her words, she seems to be packing her things into a old wicker basket.

“Where you going, grandma?” Jacob asks, not meanly.

“Not here, to get caught up with this mob by the watch,” she replies. “If you have a grain of sense, you’ll disappear too. ‘Specially you,” she adds, nodding at Percy.

Percy feels the familiar flame of frustration rise. “I know,” he answers, not to say more. “There’s an pub right at the corner of the street. I want to keep an eye on it.”

Jacob nods. Martin scowls. “Can’t go home now,” he mutters. “Let’s go.” They traipse forward, but Percy turns to the pie lady, who’s hefting her basket on her hip. “Do you want to come?” he asks.

She shrugs. “Buy me a drink.”

Percy mentally counts the money he’s carrying. “Sure.”

Martin and Jacob spends the morning flitting around the other patrons in the pub and loudly talking politics as the time passes. Percy nurses his beer and makes small talk with the pie lady—Mary Thomas, as she introduces herself. At some point, she seems to understand his unwillingness to talk and whips out a small bundle from her basket.

“What’s that?” he asks her, having only glanced at her hands from the corner of her eyes.

She looks at him. “Can’t even recognize knitting needles when you see them?”

“Oh,” Percy says, and he spends a long time watching her hands fly over the threads and the needles.

He’s not sure what she’s making; something in dark blue wool, apparently. After a while he just asks her and gets his answer: a sweater for her son.

“I’ve always wondered,” he says, gesturing at the every-growing square of wool hanging from her needles. “How do you get something shaped like a sweater when you can only knit rectangular shapes?”

She throws her head back and laughs. It’s such an expectedly frank noise that Percy forgets to feel miffed. He listens patiently as she explains the logic of it, how to assemble pieces and twists shapes from her the stitches, and watches as she shows him, one stitch on a side and the next one on the other. That’s more difficult to follow, because her fingers slide and clench on the needles several times.

“Damn my old fingers,” she says, shaking her hand. “You young men playing instruments. Pray you don’t get old.”

“I’d rather,” Percy says, not mentioning what he would prefer it over. He gestures to the abandoned work in her lap. “Can I try?”

Positioning his fingers on the needles in a way that satisfied Mary takes some time, but he gets the hang of it. He’s a musician, after all, aware of his fingers’ positions at all times.

“Sloppy, sloppy,” Mary mutters at him. “Tighten your stitches, or my son will catch his death. You call that fit to make clothing? I’ve seen fishnet tighter than this. Not too much! You’re straining the wool. You have to slide your needle in here, you know.”

It’s a delicate balance. But at least it passes time; by the time the watch has come and dispersed the angry mob in front of the theatre, Percy has the movements ingrained in his brain like muscle memory, even if he doesn’t yet have the talent, according to Mary.

“Practice,” she tells him. “Should be familiar with the concept!”

January drags on, colder than ever. Percy doesn’t remember ever being this cold, even if he lived far more in the North. Icy winds shake the streets of London, with snow and hail on their tails. Monty comes back every morning with his nose red from outside and feet that could ice fish in the summer. They take warm bricks with them in the bed, but Monty always grimaces at first when he takes off his shoes, shaking blood back in his numb feet.

“I can’t feel them,” he says one day. “But it’s so much worse when I do.”

Percy woke up before he even came back home. The wind is tugging fiercely at their shutters and the whole building is creaking as if it’s going to collapse any minute. At least they’d get wood for the fire, Percy thinks darkly as he watches Monty shiver in front of the stove.

“Sometimes I miss the wig,” he says as he slides into the bed with Percy. “At least they kept the ears warm.”

They exchange places so that Percy won’t have to step over him to get out tomorrow morning. The other side of the bed is colder, but Percy doesn’t mind. He feels off, tired and restless at the same time.

“You should invest in a hat,” Percy tells Monty. “That luscious hair of yours isn’t doing enough.”

“Invest,” Monty scoffs. “A funny word.”

“I’m the face of humour itself.”

“You’re the funniest person I know.” Monty says it earnestly, as always, which rather spoils the banter but does wonders for Percy’s feelings. He folds himself against Percy. “Now imagine how terrible Felicity must be feeling right now, all the way up in Edinburgh.”

“She works in a bakery,” Percy counters. They do a complicated dance which ends with Monty pressed against Percy’s chest but his cold feet away from Percy’s legs. They’ve had plenty of practice at that, this past winter. “Fire and stoves all day.”

Monty closes his eyes. “Nooo,” he moans. “Stop, I don’t want to be jealous of Felicity, of all people.”

“Bakeries are overrated. Bread! Who needs it?”

“Bakeries don’t have you in it,” Monty says sleepily. “You’re the only bread I need.”

Percy pulls away, staring at him until Monty cracks, opening his eyes and sniggering at the incredulous face Percy is making. “That was bad even for you,” Percy tells him.

“I’m a poet, darling,” Monty says dramatically. “You love me.”

“One of these statements only is true.”

Monty pretends to push him off the bed. Percy clings to him, gasping theatrically, and then he has to push Monty’s cold feet away. Monty’s nose is cold against Percy’s arm when they fall asleep, but getting out of bed a few hours later is the hardest thing Percy’s done. Warmth and Monty will be the death of him, probably.

His head spins when he gets up, and he spends a long time doubled over in a chair waiting for the pounding in his head to recede before he gets to work.

Warmth, Monty, or goddamned epilepsy.

He’s bed-ridden all of the next week. The theatre actually closes after a fire takes during the show on Monday night, and Percy collapses on the bed all clothed. He only stirs when Monty comes in.

Monty gently moves him into changing into warmer and drier night clothes, and then guides them both into bed. It’s Percy’s turn to fall asleep with his face buried against Monty. The space against Monty’s neck is dark and welcoming; he never wants to come back up.

Percy wakes up in the late morning, far too late for to come into work.

He flounders among the sheets for a while, trying to disentangle his foggy mind. Should he get up? Race there? Or will he collapse on the way there, weak as he feels?

Monty comes barging in before Percy can make a decision.

“The theatre’s closed,” he says. “Hello, darling.”

Percy falls back into the pillows. “What?”

“I went there this morning for you. The theatre’s closed; no work for you this week. They’re still putting things in order. It’s a madhouse. I almost got stepped over by three different people before they recognized me and gave me any news.”

He gently pushes the covers back up under Percy’s chin, sitting on the edge of the bed. He looks tired too; it’s too early for him to be have had a full night of sleep after coming in so late last night.

“A week?” Percy says. That’s a lot of time and money lost.

“Well, not today or tomorrow, that’s for sure. I’ll head back there on Thursday, see how things improve.”

“I need—”

“You need to sleep.” Monty brushes Percy’s forehead, gently, like he’s pushing his hair away or subtly checking for a temperature. “You’re exhausted and frankly, darling, you don’t look good. We can hold on without your wages for a week. We have some savings left.”

It’s true, to an extent. Percy is too tired to care about it for long. He lets himself be lulled to sleep by Monty’s presence.

The theatre doesn’t open for another five days. It’s roughly the amount of time Percy would need for his health anyway, and he spends the first few days dozing off and letting Monty hold almost one-sided conversations.

By the third day, however, he grows restless. Monty’s away during the day—he picked up a shift of something or another during the afternoon, which leaves him more exhausted in the morning. But Percy’s not stepping a foot out of bed all day, and their meagre collection of books soon ran out on the first day.

“Give me something to do,” he complains to Monty.

“Like what?”

“Anything. What do people who stay at home do?”

They look at each other. They used to be among the “people who stay at home,” but that was a lifetime ago. At his uncle and aunt’s house, Percy would be recluse in a room far grander than this one, with books and Monty’s company whenever he wanted it. He was absolutely miserable.

Monty, though, is still there.

“You could learn how to embroider,” he’s saying currently. “I know Felicity loved spending hours on a cushion.”

A bald-faced lie. Percy doubt that embroidery ever invoked any emotion in Felicity except pure rage. The idea isn’t entirely outlandish, though.

“How are your ears?” he asks.

Monty’s look tells him he’s not following Percy’s train of thought. “Is this a joke?”

“Get me some knitting needles and yarn,” Percy tells him. “You’ll see.”

While Monty flies down to get him the supplies, Percy carefully rearranges the bed, stuffing the pillows behind his back so that he can recline comfortably. He feels less tired with a goal in mind, and he’s quick to take up the needles Monty comes back with.

“Since when do you know how to knit?” Monty asks, sitting cross legged on the bed. He’s watching at Percy with intent, chin on his fist, and it reminds Percy so much of their youth—spent outside in pubs and gardens, and inside, in and out of each other’s apartments without care or propriety. For a moment the memory makes him falter, but the soft contact of the yarn under his fingers jars him out of it. This is the present—poorer materially, but without the weight of a deadline that stares Percy in the face. Time: a much more precious currency.

He handles the needles the way he remembers from Mary’s lesson, finding the rhythm of it even more easily than on his first try. She showed him how to start and tie off a project, in that knowing way that older people have sometimes when they recognize a useful skill among others.

“Someone taught me,” he answers Monty.

“Who? I can’t believe you ever hid it from me.”

“I didn’t hide, I just forgot.” He finishes his first row of stitches, showing off to Monty who nods appreciatively. “The woman who sells pie outside the theatre.”

“Oh.” Monty reaches for the ball of yarn, playing with it until it unspools messily in his lap. “Oops. Well, you’ll use it anyway.”

“I need it without tangles,” Percy precises. “You look like a bored kitten, playing with the yarn.”

“Just wondering what you’re making.” Monty slowly spools the yarn over his hand, looking pensively at the stitches on Percy’s needles.

“You’ll see. It’s a surprise.”

Monty doesn’t look convinced, but the leaves the newly spooled ball of yarn on the bed, tucked against Percy’s thigh so that it doesn’t fall off.

“I have to go,” he says. “Will you be done when I come back?”

“Probably not.”

“Then you have to tell me what it is! I can’t wait that long.”

“I can tell you it’s for you,” Percy offers.

“That makes it worse.”

He leaves with a kiss, then comes back for another, forgets his coin purse and rushes in again a minute later. Each time he glances at the work in Percy’s hands, probably expecting it to have grown in the minute he’s been absent, but Percy doesn’t let Monty distract him.

It takes him the better part of the next day, too, before Percy is satisfied and ties off the yarn. His first knitting work looks back at him as he twirls it around his fingers in the dim light of the candlelights. It’s not perfect—a bit misshapen, a bit uneven—but he feels a greater sense of satisfaction than he’s felt in a long time.

He hides it under his pillow and goes to sleep, a light sleep that is sure to be disturbed by Monty coming in back from work.

“I’m done,” he tells Monty as he undresses in the dim light of a lone candle.

Monty startles so much that he backs into the chair, poking himself in the ribs with the spindly back of it. “Ouch,” he says, hopping on one foot to unlace his stockings. “Done with what?”

“The knitting project.”

“Ohhh.” Monty drops his clothes on the chair and pads to the bed. “Show me?”

Percy takes it from under his pillow and shows it grandly to Monty, who takes it gingerly and examines it.

“Ah,” he says. “Uh, what is it, exactly?”

He’s turning it around, peering at it from one side to the other.

“A hat,” Percy says, taking it from him. He gestures at Monty to come forward and hooks the hat on his head, where it flops down sideways. Monty arranges it blindly, which somehow makes it worse. “Maybe not my greatest creation,” Percy adds.

He’s disappointed but unsurprised. He remembers Mary’s comments and warnings about proper wool tension and how to keep to a regular shape.

“Oh,” Monty says, reaching for the shaving mirror. He peers into it, angling his head this way and that, in the same almost coquettish way he’s always done. The sight makes Percy fond with familiarity. “I love it,” Monty declares. “Thank you. It’s the best thing you’ve done.”

“You know I’ve composed a few pieces, right?” Percy asks.

“Better than that,” Monty claims, laying his hand on his heart. “I’m going to wear it all winter long. Thank you.”

Percy smiles at him. The hat is awkward at best, terrible at worst, and he knows that Monty means it. He loves him for that.

Monty bends down to kiss him, hat still on, and Percy doesn’t even mind when it slides down between them.

“Maybe not for inside activities,” he says in between kisses.

“No,” Monty protests when Percy reaches up, “leave it on.”

Percy rolls his eyes but obliges him. What can he say? He was never good at refusing Monty. He might not be good at knitting either, but he’ll practice this skill rather than that one.

#tggtvav #the gentleman's guide to vice and virtue #percy newton #monty montague #mercy #honestly what is their ship name #three whoops for me not writing monty newton for once!!#my writing #i'm gonna murder tumblr for getting read for the break lines rip my beauties

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srebrnafh · 4 years ago

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Excerpts from the novel - 1

One of the NaNoWriMo challenges in Poland is writing something with eleven owls for 11.11.

So... My little piece.

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I was standing on the edge of the lawn, by the garden, looking down the fields falling an than rising with a soft wave, green-and-golden during daylight, up to the forest by Łokiciny. In the light of a growing moon however, one could not see the squares and long strips of fields, but the shadows of trees and bushes, drawing weird, unnatural shapes on the grass and wheat. Sometimes, if one looked carefully enough, one could see that the shadows did not exactly correspond to the tree above it.

“Are you checking the field path again?”

“Yeah, I can see the old oak shadow by the bushes.”

“How long has it been?”

“Ten? It has fallen down before Katie was born.”

“It’s doing well.”

“Better than the oak did.”

The wind brought the scent of the evening stock flowers, which wouldn’t be that unusual, since the plant does mostly open and smell at night, but it had been fifteen years since any of our neighbours had actually grown it. Everyone was checking when the scent would fade.

Just small countryside experiments with the local Blessing.

Something scratched the bark on the cherry tree.

Murmured.

“A bobolak?”

“Anita, please. An owl.”

The owl kindly confirmed, emitting a hollow “uhu”.

“An eagle-owl, specifically.”

“Not a bobolak?”

“I’ll strangle you. There are no bobolaks.”

The eagle-owl confirmed by another “uhu” and something answered it from the pear tree with a long screech.

“And that one?”

“How am I supposed to know, I only recognise the eagle-owl calls.”

Somewhere from the direction of the plum trees something emittted a shrill “uhuhuhuhuhuhu!”, as if its owner was small of body, but wishing to prove it can manage a lot.

“And that…”

“Anita, don’t expect too much from me.”

“Ghu ghu” went something in the general direction of Sophie’s barn.

“How come there are so many of them here?” I wondered at their numbers. There was one or two usually…

“What do you think, how does the Blessing keep all the mice away from the houses by magic? No, it brings more cats and owls. And if someone makes themselves a problem in the village, they start avoiding him and then he is in trouble. Mieszko said that last winter they had eleven of them in the barn, each in its own corner. They hadn’t seen even a tail of a mouse so far this year.”

“And they didn’t compete for the best warm spots?”

“Two moved to the stables. Maybe it was warmer, maybe less crowded. But they didn’t fight. Well, the rabbit cage had to be covered with a grille, since the owls started eyeing the last litter greedily, once they got rid of mice. But with the cage covered, they had to move their fluffy asses out of the warm barn and clean the fields of some rodents. Cruel, but the rabbits were a priority.”

The eagle-owl on the cherry tree emitted an outraged “uhu!” and fell silent.

#novel #srebrna writes #original writing

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fictional-worlds-are-exquisite · 4 years ago

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thank you! i think you're genuinely the only person that has ever said they actually like the fact that my bathrobe is obnoxiously pink. and you're absolutely right, one of the things i like most about it is that it hurts people's eyes. i love it actually. if you ever celebrate halloween you should absolutely add your bathrobe to your costume. an amazing idea. since it has a mouse face on the hood it could be two costumes rolled into one - both a vampire and a mouse (if in the middle of the evening you get bored of one), which i think would be awesome. and you probably wouldn't get cold (is it cold in nz during halloween? because here it almost always is). we don't celebrate halloween in lithuania either though. which i'm a bit bummed about, because halloween sounds super fun. mostly because of the dressing up! but i did celebrate it once, when i was 11 or 12 maybe? me and a couple of friends decided it would be fun even if it's not really celebrated here. so we dressed up, even went trick ir treating (half the houses had no idea what was happening and also i pretty much froze to death because i was dressed as a dead bride and refused to put a coat on because then you couldn't see my dress) and also watched horror movies. 12 (or 11) year old me thought it was amazing.

oh yeah! i've broken a knife on 2 separate occasions i think. once i tried to get something out of between the blender's blades, used a knife and then accidentally turned the blender on (i'm so fucking glad it was a knife and not my fingers). so the tip of the knife broke off (the blender was ok tho). and the second time i have no idea how it happened. i was cutting up broccoli and the knife just fell apart??? i was so confused, because one second i'm holding a knife and the next it's just two pieces of a handle and the metal part, all separate. had fun explaining that to my dad. you sound pretty unlucky too! i mean, a cut every time you use a knife, but you don't even notice it at the time? i think it's just that knives are out to get us (it's my newest conspiracy theory). i actually get double vision too sometimes! mostly when i'm tired, but i just figured that it was because i have really bad eyesight

they definitely SHOULD teach about gender and sexuality in school. it's a really big problem that in a lot of places it's either not compulsory or not even in the curriculum. honestly, everything i know about sex ed or lgbtq+ i had to learn myself on the internet, because we only had one class when we were like 13 years old with a guest speaker and it was mostly biology and then a little bit about menstruation and pads for girls (i have no idea what they told boys because we were also separated). so sex ed definitely sucks a lot in my country and i bet it's the same in a lot of others, which makes me really mad

exactly!! it's so hard to tell whether i'm feeling romantic or platonic love sometimes! it's confusing. also i remember one time me and a couple of friends had a sleepover and the friend's, who was hosting, parents weren't home so we watched romance movies (scandalous i know). again we were maybe 12. and they kept going "oh he's so hot" and intensely watching the sex scenes. while i was looking away from the tv whenever sexy times were going on and commenting on how much i loved the house design and the garden. gee i wonder what that means. (still can't believe it took me this long to figure out i was ace)

the breakfast went very well though! it's so interesting how different traditions are everywhere. i hope your lunch and the rest of christmas day went well too! (also i forgot to ask last time, but what is boxing day? google says it's mostly a shopping holiday, is it that? we just call it the second day of christmas and it's pretty much the same as christmas day but there's no presents!) but yeah i hope you had fun with your extended family on boxing day!

having acid reflux sounds like it sucks. i love breakfast, it's my favourite meal of the day (when i don't have to rush that is) and i skip lunch a lot because i usually have no time for it (my schedule kinda sucks), so i usually try to have a bigger breakfast. but hey, peanut butter is good! so at least you can have something that tastes good for breakfast!

aaand i feel like this ask got away from me. sorry it's so long!

it’s because i have t a s t e. it may not be GOOD taste but it sure is...taste...and i am proud of it. and yes, i love the idea of adding my dressing gown to my costume specifically because it means i’m basically in my PJ’s. minimal effort. comfort to the max. living the dream. halfway through the night i’m tired of being the vampire no one invites in so i drop to my knees and start the mouse act. mice are good at getting in houses and getting to chocolate and such. the dream. also i absolutely would get bored of one costume within the space of a few hours knowing me, so that’s a plus. uhhhh halloween is october which is. mid-late spring so it really depends on the day. it might be a little cold, might be shorts weather. I rarely leave my house at night so I’m not an expert on nighttime temperatures sdflsdfjsd.

I used to wish we did Halloween here but that was mostly because I wanted lollies. Although I also liked playing dress up as a young kid so maybe very young me would’ve vibed with the costume aspect. I know there’s a photo of me when I was like, 5 and my best friend of the time dressed up as witches at some point, maybe we had our own little halloween. I also possibly had a halloween themed birthday party once as a kid? I remember the little gift bags having spooky things in them and also possibly a bat cake but my memory is too bad to remember for sure. aha that’s the problem here too, no one locally would ever think to buy lollies to give out so it’d just be like um. you can have an apple I guess? at least you had fun though! i respect the commitment to the costume despite the cold.

that is such a stressful story to read, i fear for your life. although i understand the knife breaking in that first scenario. that would be terrifying though. what if the blender launched it,,, nOPE. i’m very glad it wasn’t your fingers, that’s some horror movie shit. the second time is just,, it be like that sometimes. it was probably just waiting to happen. my parents have a cheese grater with a loose handle and it. falls off. every time. i dry it. with the dishes. and every time i fear for my life as the grating bit drops off towards my feet as i’m left holding the handle. i should expect it by now but i never do. I get scared every time it happens. knives are definitely out to get us, i fully support this conspiracy theory. oh yeah, tiredness doesn’t help with double vision. i kind of need bifocal glasses by now but I also don’t want bifocal glasses so i just suffer but I suspect having them would reduce the double vision. maybe. maybe not.

yup! i remember someone handing out tampons and pads at primary school, i assume after giving a talk about periods, idk. i do also remember a teacher pulling the girls aside and being like yo, this is what a period is, here’s a horror story about my daughter and a tampon, enjoy the trauma, go back to class. good times. we did actually get really comprehensive sex ed concerning most things at my high school but that is faaaarrr from the norm around here, clearly. although teenage boys are good at filling in gaps, in my experience. they’re like little sex encyclopedias that offer up information without you asking. i didn’t ACTUALLY want to know that but i do now, i guess, thanks michael.

dude. the ‘oh he’s so hot’ comments are so confusing. ‘hot’ is like a category of attractiveness that I’ve never understood. ‘isn’t he hot?’ what does that MEAN rebecca. i think i asked once if it meant like, attractive or good looking. and the person i asked was like, you know, hot. you just look at them and, you know- no i don’t know. what is this. i don’t think i’ve ever watched a sex scene with people my age though, generally i just zone out for them sdkfhskdfh. i feel like there’s definitely all these indicators when you look back like oh yeah, should’ve realised i was ace then, but it’s just. such a hard sexuality to figure out. not that other sexualities aren’t but you’ve got to figure out an absence of something when you don’t even know what the something feels like- it’s a challenge.

I’m glad it did! It is interesting, for sure. I’ve always been interested in how winter Christmas’s work. As a young kid I didn’t understand hemispheres...obviously...i was like 5...and i’d go out on Christmas morning to see if there was snow. and sometimes it’d be a bit chilly in the morning and I’d be like damn. we almost had some this year. it’s a shame our climate tends to be too hot for snow on christmas :// like no you tiny dumbass it’s summer you little idiot there will be no snow no matter what. everything ended up going super well here :). boxing day is basically just a shopping holiday, i don’t know if it has any significance in any other way, i’m sure it did at one point, but i know there’s always boxing day sales everywhere. I think it’s also a public holiday (?) to give people another day off work and that, but I could be wrong there. I know I also used to regularly go to the races (horse races) nearby that were always held on boxing day, it was like a 150 year old tradition or something until people in attendance started dropping and I think they finally shut it down a couple years back. I didn’t care all that much about the horses but they also had food and carnival-type rides and such for the kids which is why I loved it. also we tended to meet extended family there for a picnic lunch.

acid reflux is like the least of my problems sdfkjshdkf. it’s annoying but it’s pretty managed with medication, I have to watch certain foods and drinks but I’m used to it by now. I think it’s also what causes me to not be able to eat large amounts normally so I survive a lot on snacks and a reasonable sized dinner. works for me. but peanut butter is good! i’m glad i can have that! I used to also have vegemite but that’s a bit more of a push, it’s easier to stick with peanut butter.

also it’s fine!! my responses are always very long too sdfjhskdf.

#i got told i probably needed bifocals like #at LEAST 2 years ago #probably more #but realistically i'm probably too dumb to use them correctly i wouldn't look in the right place for close vision or whatever #i'd probably give myself a headache #also to this day i have never gone NEAR a tampon #the horror story gave me enough trauma thanks #anyway gonna go eat an ice cream sundae and suffer #might fuck around and make my lactose intolerance hate me haha #it'll be WORTH it #i say now #in an hour i'll be dying #it's fine #Anonymous

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thelittlehansy · 5 years ago

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EMPATH ?

in an old post where i was analyzing hans family and his personality in a frozen heart i come to the conclusion it could be maybe possible he was an empath and could also explain his behavior in the movie.

So because i m obesss

by list 😁

by prince hans of the southern isles 😁

and because it seems funny 😁

here it is a list 50 traits of empath to see what can we say about hans being one based on every information about him in the movie and since we have a whole book who got deeper about his personality also a frozen heart.

first what is an empath : “ Empaths, or clairsentients (literally, “clear sensing”), absorb the emotional and physical energies of those around them. Often confused with the term empathy, which is the ability to put oneself in someone else’s shoes, an empath literally feels the emotion or pain of another”

i put 4 categories :

positive ,

possible ,

negative ,

we dont know.

1-You’re often told you are “too sensitive” or emotional.

hans family told him that , he is mice , he is weak , Runo and rudi mock him andt tell him he is mommy boy because of it ,he is soft this is the main reason his dad encourage his brothers to bully him wants to “toughen him” he hates violence and brute ( reveal in a frozen heart) it makes think of his father and brothers and he hates it but then it didnt really bother him to left a girl to died ? So not positive but not 100% negative. this is diffuclt !

Possible ? 🤨🤨

2-.Overwhelmed In Public Places

i was going to say we dont know but..Then i thought about that scene XD

so funny how much deduction we can make based on so little things.😄😄 on a frozen heart this is hans who propose anna to go see the garden flower so maybe ? but then this is more easily to be alone with someone when you want to seduce that person. also on a frozen heart Hans wait 20 minutes to enter in room where was throw his mother birthday. but again the main reason is because his brothers are exhausting.

not positive but possible ? maybe ?

3-You crave solitude, whether you are an introvert or extrovert by nature.

woooo on a frozen heart :

“ the dock was one of the farthest points from the westergaard castle which was part of its appeal for hans. his brothers couldn't be bothered to walk all the way down there just to tease him so it gave him the chance for the peace and quiet he craved it also give him to think something most of his brothers frankly couldn’t cared less about” Hans is an extrovert ! check his personality ENFJ. so positive !

4-Other people unload on you, telling you their problems and life stories, even if you have never met.

Looooooooove is an opeeeeeeen dooooooor

Positive !

5-You can tell the mood of a room instantly upon entering.

does the fact that Hans know what to say to elsa when he enter in the ice castle count ? so not positive but i think this is really possible hans is really good with the emotions and read people this is confirm on a frozen heart “ hans could read people and he knew elsa wasn't lying”Possible? nothing reject it hans is very good wih feeling and emotions !

possible

6-As you drive or walk through a town, your emotions fluctuate depending on the houses you pass.

we dont know

7-You have an artistic nature.

possible ? even more with his context of family ? i mean i can see hans have an artistic side to deal with his environment. Possible ?

8-You tend to be a “fixer” who always wants to help others improve their lives.

well he wants to be a king ?maybe ? reading a frozen heart something that struck me is that he has a huuuge need to be needed he wants to help and the fact that he is 13th in line and will never have to help no one really is big deal for him. so not positive but i do think this is possible well when he is not comploting some master mind plan.😄

Possible

9-You have vivid or lucid dreams and often wake up feeling as though you never slept.

dont know !

10-Sometimes you “just know” what someone is about to say or do.

with the fact that hans mirror people in some scene , love is an open door scene and also that he is a very intuitive person i think this is possible.!

Possible

11-You are drawn to healing or holistic professions (medical, spiritual, or religious).

dont know 😂but hans is attract by politic so negative ?

12-Your life is filled with an array of déjà vu moments, synchronicities, coincidences or patterns.

dont know

13-You have a strong intolerance for pain. On the flip side, you have the ability to “check out” of yourself if in an extremely painful situation.

dont know.

14-Watching the news affects you and the stories stick with you for days or years.

there is not news in the southern isles 🤣🤣dont know.

15-Seeing someone in an embarrassing situation physically pains you.

possible ? i m thinking about the beginning of the movie when hans make anna fall on the boat so maybe ? We dont knows but i think this is possible ?

16-You suffer from chronic lower back or shoulder pain.

dont know haha

17-You love to have control over your environment and become uncomfortable, frustrated or even angry (though you may not express it outwardly) when you are unable to.

if i remember well this is one of the thing that hans do in a froze heart he hates losing control over his environment. so positive ?

18-You know easily when someone is lying.

“ hans could read people and he knew elsa wasn't lying” dungeon scene a frozen heart what is in hans mind. Positive

19-Similarly, you know in a moment when someone is not to be trusted.

Positive ! also when hans leave arendelle with the guards he tell to one of his man : “ keep an eyes on the duke” “ i dont trust him i think he is trying to undermine me”

20-You can relate effortlessly to situations which you have never experienced.

possible ?

21-You use physical stimuli as a means of escape (alcohol, drugs, video games, sex, etc.), then feel guilty about escaping.

dont know.

22-You are a passionate person, particularly when it comes to human or animal rights.

hans talk about hunting with his father in his daydream , so now the question is can you hunt and be for animals right ? difficult to say because people for animal rights tend to hate hunting ? But people who hunts are not people against animal right then hans has a really good connection with horse.so honestly i dont know. also he is someone that wants to help but was teach that be human is not a good thing. so i just dont know.

23-The weather strongly affects your emotional state and you have symptoms of Seasonal Affective Disorder.

Dont know but....now that im thinking about it maybe the eternal winter is the reason of hans betrayal ! like it was summer but the winter do something in his head. XD so

dont know !

24-You have been diagnosed with a mental illness such as anxiety, depression, bipolar disorder, or borderline personality disorder.

i have read a lot about this subject and analyze hans in a frozen heart some people come to the conclusion that hans may be depressed. positive ?

25-You feel most like yourself in nature, away from people or man-made objects.

turning he made his way out of the caslte and toward the sea” a frozen heart .possible ?

26-Antique stores make you feel uncomfortable or uneasy.

dont know.

27-Some places you have never before been feel like home.

sounds familiar ? Arendelle? 😄😄😄😄

more seriously maybe ? nothing suggest the contrary so possible but nothing suggest this is positive

Dont know

28-You long to travel and meet new people and cultures. You consider yourself a free spirit.

We dont know but hans is a free spirit ? he is independent and think differently that his brothers ? so maybe ? Possible ?

29-Owning too many physical items makes you feel weighted down. Clutter overwhelms you or leaves you feeling constricted or imprisoned.

we dont know

30-You prefer to focus on one task at a time.

Arendelle crown 🤴🤴

Arendelle crown 😵😵🤴🤴

Only arendelle crooown.😵😵😵😵

Possible ? 😅

31-Despite getting enough sleep, you constantly feel fatigued, both physically and mentally.

dont know.

32-You have a history of paranormal experiences (ghost or angel sightings, out of body experiences, etc.).

dont know😂

33-The emotions of your loved ones affects you throughout the day, even if you are physically apart.

Hummm.....he feels empathy for his mother sister in laws because they are ignore by his father and brother...bu we dont dont if it affect him for the day ?

Dont know

I find also :

34-“you are rule breaker “

hans dont seems to be one at all on the contrary based on the movie and a frozen heart.

Negative ?

35-you have a big heart ?

he dont seems to have a big heart we knows he like to help but he is also selfish opportunistic.

Maybe hans had a big heart but with his father education. Hans reject his father education but at the same time no. But well i will say

Negative

36 -You sense things that other people miss.

“dont be the monster they fear you are” hans interaction with elsa at the ice castle so i would say positive ?

37-You’re extremely intuitive.

i remember than Hans in a frozen heart said that he was working with his intuition. I also check Hans type of personality and i found : ENFJ let’s also say that he succeeded into changing his plan throughout the whole movie without losing his goal in mind. he adapt to the situation easily so well hans is definitely someone very intuitive.

Positive !

38-You need to be near water.

“ turning he made his way out of the castle and toward the sea” a frozen heart .positive

39-You often find yourself absorbing other people’s emotions (both good and bad).

He really seems to absorb everyone emotions when we look at his facial expression Even during the betrayal scene ? he was happy then anna got mad he got mad.( well this is the famous mirror theory on a frozen heart hans say this is something his father told him to manipulate but the only time he used it is for the duke of weselston and a moment we didnt saw on the movie not the others times)

possible ?

40-You get "gut feelings” often (and they’re almost always right).

Its works with hans being intuitive ? So we dont really have evidence , nothing reject it so i wil say this is possible.

41-You often feel other people’s pain.

well his behavior in the movie again suggest this is really possible. i m gonna talk about the scene with anna during the coronation night that could explain why it was so easy to hans to get anna he feel her emotions and how lost and lonely she was. and the scene when hans calm anna horse with his facial expression. at the ice castle scene hans see that elsa is scared and during the dungeon scene also maybe ? in a frozen heart hans say that he can read really well people elsa wasnt lying and she wanted to go back to her ice castle and let her sister clean the mess.so not positive but possible ?

Possible ?

43-You constantly seek answers for everything.

dont know

44-You know that your energy can change the atmosphere around you.

Possible ? Anna was sad in on instant hans presence change her mood with the aredelle citizens also ? maybe ? in both the movie and a frozen heart they were all kind of deseparate but then once hans in charge it does change.

45-You go back and forth between being very expressive and very reclusive.

we dont really know;

46-You sometimes find yourself putting others’ needs before your own.

Well nope not that much 😅 but hans dont even knows what are his needs.in the movie he put his need before anna elsa ,

but lets notice that it does fit with him being a social chameleon he gives the people what they want he makes them comfortable , give them their need in order for them to give to him what he want. Please his family to have their respect is also something he do before knewing

Honestly i dont know what to think ?

47-You always need to know the truth and do not like deceit.

Know the truth ? Nothing say the opposite so possible ? not like deceit ? interesting ! what would hans feel if someone did to him what he did to anna ?

Possible ?

48-You’re a free spirit and find yourself daydreaming often.

based on the movie we dont know , with a frozen heart we learn that hans is see as different as his brothers , he is independent and dont think like them. hans does daydreaming a lot before he decide to go to arendelle he was ( 17 , 20 with his real age)in a frozen heart. at one moment he said to himself that he need to sop daydream all day. so positive ?

49-You’re extremely open-minded and accepting of all people and lifestyles.

we dont really knows. no element at all.

50-You won’t let a problem go until you find a satisfying solution.

at a moment hans said he cant tell the number time he had tried to find a peaceful solution with his brothers and father.

Positive

I admit most of them are difficult to tell and there is a part of subjectivity.

So Result :

Positive : 11

Possible : 16

Negative : 3

We dont know : 19

so there is a lot of thing we dont know a lot of thing that are possible others. several things are positive and also some negative but there are less than positive like 3 ? .

in conclusion i think that hans being an empath with the amount of traits that are possible and the one that are positive it can be a headcanon. he is brillant with emotions,he knows very well how to read people , if they lied , if they dont lied and feeling others feeling can really explain how easily it was for him.

I think hans be an empath is great for 3 reasons :

1-it give a different vision about the famous miror theory

hans mirror everyone because he feel everyone emotions around him not because he is a psycho/ narcissist. Psycho/narcissist are not the only one who mirror people empath also but anyway hans dont mirror all the time people in the movie and also made several post about the subject on my blog there were a lot thing that hans didnt have with psycho and even more about narcissist and with what we knows about him in a frozen heart he is neither a psychopath or a narcissist but well here the subject is empath.

2-hans be an empath fix , give a reason to hans very stupid villain mistake

Hans be an empath is a post that i wanted to make since a long time and coincidence one day while i was reading some old hans post on tumblr and i see someone talk about hans be an empath and make a point very interesting.

That maybe hans be an empath is the reasons why he left anna to die ?

One of the big thing that dont make any sense with hans actions is why he didnt patiently wait for anna to freeze to death and go tell the diagnatery that anna was dead without them excepting to check the body.

Also why he was going to decapitate elsa right know but just couldnt stayed with anna to wait he had froze to death (for him elsa was in the dungeon so not even a need to be fast)

The person make the point that anna death would have be very slow and hans would have lost an advantage if he was an empath absorbing all the emotions. if she stay with her thats why he left her to died and he choose also a fast death for elsa.

Wanted to talk about that because it give an interesting explication more than "he left her because the plot ask for it and for the villain to be dumb and lose"🤔😄😄

-To finish hans be empath is realistic

what we learn about hans his description in a frozen heart is that he is the 13th son of a tyranical and narcissist father he live all his life with 11 bullies who pick on him because he is softer. He has live all his live in an environnent of hypervigilence and trauma and suffer from childhood neglect this are ways empath are made in real life with the presence of biological factor. ( trauma dont makes just psychopath/sociopath people *rolled my eyes*😅)

#prince hans #hans #hans westergaard #hans of the southern isles #frozen hans #disney villains #disney villain #empath

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classpect-musings · 6 years ago

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Witch of Breath in the land of Blizzards and Wilderness? If you have the time. :^)

Your land is the Land of Blizzards and Wilderness.

LOBAW is unmatched in its stunningly beautiful but deadly weather. The magnificent blizzards that beat down upon the land send flurries of snowflakes across the mountain tops and into the deep valleys. The deciduous trees have long since died in this eternal winter, gradually replaced by the countless pine trees that now grace the endless hills. As for the rivers snaking through the valleys, they have been frozen over for quite a long time, and the ice is so thick you can skate on it without worry.

The wind is constantly rushing through the forests, creating a cacophony of howling in the background. This, combined with the faint beat of the consorts’ drums in the distance, creates a soundtrack for this lawless land.

This land was, once, not nearly as untamed. The consorts lived in the depths of the valleys as tribes, back when there were still seasons. They found LOBAW to be on the cold side and were always a little drowsy as a result. But the denizen, Boreas, believed that their grounded and civilized style of life was far too dull for them. He sent the Squalls of Spirit to LOBAW, plunging the land into a perpetual winter. Not only did Boreas use the Squalls to create the blizzards, but they also represent a more spiritual power, giving the consorts enough reign over the ethereal versions of themselves to also affect the physical.

Therefore, the consorts have now heated up their blood levels in order to not fall asleep during the winter, which they would typically hibernate for. This also makes them ‘hot-blooded’ in a metaphorical sense; that is, they are formidable and ruthless warriors who roam the land without any qualms or regrets of their actions. Their bonds have been destroyed, allowing their spirits to know free reign. But at what cost?

The consorts, black snakes, are nomads that wander the wilds to hunt for sustenance. They appear cute but are actually capable of being intimidating, especially with the pieces of bone they attach to their small fangs in order to make them longer and sharper. They are free-spirited and difficult to control, especially if they manage to spot their prey: mice. You can sense their presence by their mysterious whispering and the thump of their tails against drums.

You, the Witch of Breath, must learn how to manipulate the Breath in LOBAW properly in order to save it. This could involve manipulating the consorts’ free wills, allowing you to control them and prevent them from being so violent. Manipulating the Breath of the consorts could also involve dealing with the power given to them by the Squalls of Spirit. This would allow you to cool down their blood, causing the consorts to finally go into a much-needed hibernation. Furthermore, you could use the environment and all its freedom to your advantage in some way, whether that would be against underlings or while dealing with the consorts. And finally, a mastery of manipulating the Squalls of Spirit would allow you to control the weather in LOBAW, determining how free the consorts truly are. In an ironic twist, you could use these sheer forces of natural power to your advantage to help you wrangle Boreas, effectively defeating him with his own creations.

Some locations in this land will lead to turning points or clues for completing your land quest. These places include:

Longfang’s Cave of Confinement

Near the top of one of the peaks lies a cave only spoken about in the whispers of the consorts. A great and terrible snake lives there– not as big as the denizen, of course, but definitely huge. The only reason it has not wreaked havoc upon the land is because it is weighed down by heavy chains bolted into the walls of the cave. If you can barter for the snake’s freedom– or at least trick him into thinking he’ll be freed, only to put him to slumber– in exchange for something else, you may be able to find additional locations for clues, information about the Squalls of Spirit, or even a weakness of the consorts…

Hall of the Mountain King

This ancient hall is located inside one of the mountains and can be accessed via a well-hidden entrance, but it has been long forgotten by the consorts. The inside is nice and warm thanks to a quirk of the mountain– it’s actually a dormant volcano, its churning magma pools only good now for heating the inside of the chamber. The snakes once used this, long ago, when they wanted to stay awake during hibernation. If you bring some of the snakes here, they will not need to heat up their blood, and they will be much calmer as a result. However, if you keep them in there for too long, Boreas will notice the disturbance in the Squalls of Spirit and will crack open a section of the wall, allowing the hall to flood with magma. This could potentially be used strategically, if you have a plan in mind.

Land Theme: I originally searched for some sort of blizzard soundtrack with a drum beat in the background, however I couldn’t find anything I felt really fit the land well? So I’m going to recommend this track instead for the more peaceful moments in LOBAW. However, if you’d prefer something from the actual Homestuck soundtrack, I recommend this track or this track.

Thanks for the request! This land was a lot of fun to design. I’m sorry about how long it took me to finish this request, but nevertheless, I hope you find this helpful!

#witch of breath #land analysis #homestuck

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bugheadfamily · 6 years ago

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Bughead Family Discord Member Spotlight

This week the spotlight is on Cat ( @shibbycat ), our newest admin! Click the read more link below to get to know our member!

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megadavestewart · 2 years ago

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WFS 324 – Fly Fishing Alaska with Adam Cuthriell – FishHound Expeditions

Show Notes: https://wetflyswing.com/324

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Adam Cuthriell, owner of FishHound Expeditions, is here to break down fly fishing in Alaska and talk about the remoteness of Kodiak. We learn the step-by-step guide from booking to preparation to fishing. We find out what are the resident species in Alaska, the best times in a season to go after them, the recommended gear setup, and the flies that work great.

We also hear an epic story of when Adam had a close encounter with a bear and almost got himself eaten. We learn some tips on how to avoid situations like that and what to do if you ever find yourself in such a situation.

Fly Fishing Alaska Show Notes with Adam Cuthriell

05:10 - Trout in Alaska grow up to 2 feet because they eat meat - they use streamers, salmon smolt, and mice.

06:30 - Adam was a firefighter before he got into the travel business. He started with just a boat now he has 10 full-time guides, 18 boats, and 5 locations.

10:20 - Anchorage is the hub for Alaska. The following day, they fly out to the camp via helicopter.

12:10 - They use nice inflatable rafts.

14:00 - September is Adam's personal favorite time to fish. Most of the time during early summer, it doesn't get dark and you won't see stars.

14:40 - Trout are resident species, leopard rainbow trout, arctic grayling, and dolly varden trout - they get really fat.

16:00 - They encourage people to be wearing a headnet because sometimes the wind gets still and the bugs might bite.

18:45 - They fish 2 clients and 1 guide per boat but they offer a gear-boat deluxe trip with a gear-boat man who's one step ahead of the game - he sets up the camp, lunch, tent, fire, etc.

21:10 - They got silver salmon in Alaska - they're aggressive and big. Adam loves to fish them.

22:10 - On the top water, they fish pink poppers.

25:40 - We answer Chris Cook's question about rods and lines. FishHound Expeditions provides all gear - they fish 6 or 7 wt for trout, and 7 or 8 wt for salmon. For lines, they use a weight-forward floating line.

28:50 - They swing flesh flies. In September, they use streamers like Dolly Llama.

30:30 - A lot of the rivers that they operate in are small to medium size - a far cast is about 20 to 25 feet.

35:50 - Adam tells the story of when he almost got eaten by a bear - it's like one of those 'I Shouldn't Be Alive' stories. We learn some tips on how to avoid that kind of situation - be loud and don't surprise the bears

41:05 - FishHound start commercially operating in mid-May, then the season ends by the end of October. From November to April, they guide ice fishing.

42:35 - Adam has been living in Alaska for 10 years now. He used to live in Colorado.

43:50 - In winter, the snow gets thick from 600 to 1000 inches - Adam and his 2 year old daughter go snowboarding

45:00 - Adams tells us how we can do a DIY trip to Alaska just doing road-access fishing

47:50 - There's a fly shop in Anchorage Alaska called, Mossy's Fly Shop owned by Mike Brown. Adam mentions some more fly shops that are generous with information.

52:00 - Late July and August are when most of the resident species present - rainbows, arctic grayling, arctic char, kings, sockeye, pinks, chums, and silver salmons. You can catch 9 to 10 different species on one fly.

53:50 - Adam's biggest addiction is steelhead

54:46 - The Karluk River in Alaska has the largest returns of steelhead in the state. The best time to fish for them is in the Fall.

57:45 - Russ Miller was on the podcast at WFS 303 - he talked about when the gold bead was introduced for nymphs

1:00:30 - An extra rain jacket is a good thing to have or a good heavy-duty rain jacket made with gore-tex. Bring an extra set of waders too.

1:03:30 - You would need to get your fishing license ahead of time. You can have a digital copy on your phone but it's best to have it printed in case your phone dies or something.

1:05:00 - Any variation of the fly called, the Dolly Llama works best for fishing in Alaska. The other one would be a bead. Adams recommends a mouse fly too.

1:08:15 - The two-handed approach is awesome whether it's a switch rod or traditional spey

1:09:45 - Don't forget your sleeping bag. When you book a trip with FishHound, they will remind you via email of the things you need to bring, so make sure you read those emails.

Fly Fishing Alaska Conclusion with Adam Cuthiell

So there you go. If you want to book a trip of a lifetime in Alaska, you can connect with Adam and the FishHound team.

Keep in mind the things you need to prepare for the trip like an extra-thick jacket, sleeping bag, headnet, fishing license, etc. FishHound will give you a checklist anyway and remind you via email what to bring once you book with them, so make sure you read those emails.

Also, once you're there, remember to be loud and make your presence known to keep the bears away. And if you ever find yourself standing next to a hungry bear, scream angrily as loud as you can like a wolverine just like Adam did. It doesn't guarantee that the bear won't attack but at least increase your chance of surviving that situation. You have two options: be bigger than your fear or get eaten.

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eight seasons for them to get to the walland then as soon as they did they all died during the first battle a winter fell well that’s not about to happen in my version of the events as you can see the final season opens with an attack from the dead just like the first season opened with her introduction this will set the tone for the entire season winter is here ladiesand gentlemen as well as my Kingand his army of the dead now let’s go to the next scene another thing that was very disappointing about the final season was how brand Starks abilities were underutilized to say the least I mean let’s be honest brand barely did anything at all well that’s not to happen in my version of the events either this scene begins with brand Starks sitting in the gods would next to the where witchery we see brand’s eyes go from white back to normal he looks over at the May Stern says how long was I going the minister says I’m not sure may be a few hours brain says he is not seen anything this time he 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meant to her as you all know aria was willing to kill other characters over that sort it is also safe for life on many occasions not to mention one aria was training at the house of blackand white she had to get rid of all her personal belongings to help enable her to strip away from her former identity however needle was the one thing she can never let go of aria can never fully become no one because she cannot allow herself to get rid of the swordand most importantly forget about her familyand life as a stark needle was not only a gift from John but also represented who she wasand where she was from so when we see John Askari about needle I want her to express this to John in some way afterwords we can have sans the engineers meet for the first time been saw as a can tell Danny winter fell is yours your grace we can also see Sam Gilley in the baby standing across the courtyard ghost is sitting right next to them after sansand Danny meet John’s glass on software’s little finger if you remember John nearly killed little fingerand the Crips right before he left one of fell Renaissanceand begins to tell him aria cuts her offand says I executed him John is shocked by that information he knew little finger was a shady character but he never could have imagined aria would be the executioner John now knows Ari is no longer the same little sister he grew up with but before John can even let all the new information sinkand he’s then greeted by Samand ghost John’s been downand scratch goes right behind the ears while Sam begins to ask John about the Dragon glass from Dragon stone John will thank him for sending the information about where the Dragon glass could be located these can ensure all of them that there is more than enough Dragon glass storm everyone in the North we then see Terryand walked over to sansand asked her how she was able to escape from King’s Landing during Joffrey’s death she says little finger was behind it little finger has been behind almost everything 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Dragon fights for him this silences the entire room the nearest appears as if she is about to cry brand ends the discussion by saying that I King is Army are now south of the walland they are heading this way join us in this fight otherwise everyone you knowand love will die now we get on the King’s Landingand am also to start the scene off by having Khyberand revealed Circe that the Wallace Wallinand the debtor moving south Circe will have the same reaction as she did during season eight McKay barn is also going to inform or something else he will say what he has been working on his near completionand that Circe should come see it for herself they will walk to the great Hall until they reach one of the back rooms once inside they will go down a ladder to a seller that’s in complete darkness except for a faint glow of green that can be seen for nearly 100 yards we can see that there are hundreds if not thousands of pots a wildfire stored right underneath the throne room Khyberand then says there’s more stashed all over the city he implies that he has been working nonstop on producing a unlimited supply of wildfire since the explosion of the septa Baylor was so successful as Circeand Khyberand begin to leave the seller we go outside where we see your aunt’s fleet arriving in the Blackwater bag there are hundreds of ships filled with Golden company soldiers we can see that some of them are already unloading the cargo there are hundreds of warhorses as well as dozens of elephants fitted with body armor this is the Golden company we should’ve seen during the final season Harry Strickland in your own great joy begin have a conversation Harry Strickland wants to know does the NARA star Garyand actually have full grown dragons resort about them yet he has never seen them for himself your own assures them to nurse does indeed have dragons but they have something to defeat them as they walked to the back of the silence you’re on uncovers one of the largest blisters we have 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his own death this may or may not be foreshadowing John says Rob was at the Marriott woman but he chose anotherand it cost him his life to nurse then walks from that statue over to Leonidas she says she hasn’t noticed any other statues of a woman down here she must have been loved by many John says she was my own liana which is interesting because we all need to nurse is actually John’s on John looks at Dannyand says she was adopted by your brother Ray Gardner Gary the NARA says she has heard the story many times she says she never understood why regular would do such a thing because everyone always told her about how regular was a good manand loved by many of ducting a woman does not sound like something he would do John looks kinda sadand he says it really doesn’t matter now they’re both deadand there’s nothing we can do to change that then as we see Johnand the nurse walking back out of the Crips they notice some commotion happening at the main gate John can see the storm in giant 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