#wannabe wallpapers

[erostheartist]

trans rights are human rights.

p.s. commissions and pre-made wallpapers are available on my #kofipage.

[rjl11898]

like what if a random reiloran was like “idk who this Liliana Temult wannabe is, but she keeps calling us to the blue promise and making us do menial tasks” and started taking notes^… anyway wallpapers below the cut o7

(These are mostly for me lol)

[eupheme]

Rules: Post your Lock Screen, wallpaper, last song and last picture of an animal/something pretty.

thanks so much for the tag @wannab-urs! your lock screen and wallpaper are so pretty!! 💖 I just redid my phone layout last month, haha (and those babies we found in our yard! 🥺)

(no pressure tags 🏷️: @obiknights, @comicsbi-thebook, @castle-of-ruin, @kedsandtubesocks, @flightlessangelwings, @rescuethewretched, @tarrenterror25, @tarabyte3)

[speakergame]

What do you think speaker and seers house would look like? I remember you explaining it like Addams Family wannabe and something else like that, but I have aphantaisa, so it's hard for me to mentally 'see' it. Idk how else to word this question, but I wanted to ask anyway 🫠

the house is an old Victorian-style home (in their case, one actually built during the Victorian era, it's around 150 years old). to me the asymmetrical appearance of Victorians makes sense for a home that has had rooms and wings added to it over the course of generations

the interior is cluttered and mismatched, a little crowded but not too much.

tintype and daguerreotype photos are framed right next to polaroids and Speaker's and Seer's elementary school pictures. original Victorian fainting couches and Edwardian sofas sit next to plaid recliners from the 1980s. there are delicate blown glass figurines and ancient music boxes on display, but there's also probably a Millennium Falcon toy and at least one Furby somewhere within the depths of the house. the wallpaper and cabinets are all original to the house, but the plumbing and kitchen appliances are all modern.

I've heard the style referred to as "maximalism" and "whimsigoth" and I think that suits them really well. Addams Family is the example I usually go for, but Howl's Moving Castle would be a good one too.

people generate clutter. it's a fact of life. any time someone lives in one place long enough, stuff starts to accumulate, whether it's books or plants or "I saw this at an art show and thought of you" paintings or funko pop figures or whatever. Speaker and Seer's house is what happens when several generations of family all live in the same place for 150 years, layers of human existence piled on top of each other.

I hope that makes sense 😅 I've never really thought of specifics of what the house looks like beyond a loose layout of where everything is. for me it's more about what the house feels like.

[samoyedkin]

caribou + samoyed therian wallpaper for myself :] feel free to use if you'd like though

sources under cut

theta delta caribou tracks pawprints sitting caribou sammie in woods pins woods why can't i ever sleep i want to go home 🎧 wannabe lap dog moss antlers face running paw snowy trees and the rest are all shoplook filler images

also a version with little sections for my apps so i can read em lol

[tzuyusluv]

❥ RACER

genre -> fluff

pairing -> itzy x reader

warnings -> nothing that I can see

word count -> 253

summary -> this request right here <3

Yeji

• Thinks it’s so cool

• Calls you cute

• You know when they reacted to the midzy dancing to loco at a cafe? It’s like that

• Would like to dance with you but understands if you don’t like dancing with other people

• She will watch all your covers on YouTube, like them and comment on them

Lia

• Amazed at everything

• It works so well and you make it look so easy??

• If you’ll let her, she will record it and maybe set it as a live wallpaper so whenever she feels discouraged, she’ll just play it <3

• Tries to copy along but with her being anemic, it’s definitely harder but she refuses to give up

• Brags to the other girls and shows them your videos proudly

Ryujin

• Wide eyed and her mouth is open in amazement

• Teaching each other dances

• Her teaching you the Wannabe shoulder move

• You teaching her your specific style

• Probably takes a bit of your style and mixes it into her own

Chaeryeong

• Standing ovation

• Please dance with her and possibly her sister

• Speaking of her sister, she will brag about you to her sister

• Watches your dance style and compares it to her

• Definitely a great dance partner even if your styles are completely different

Yuna

• Head over heels for you

• Covers her mouth with her hand while blushing and giggling

• Likes to watch your moves that work so fluently together

• Tries to follow along but it takes about for her to get it

• She’ll practice whenever she’s alone to maybe impress you <3

[sp00kymulderr]

15th Oct.

This week has been difficult for me. Recovering from a medical procedure took longer than I had hoped and with my not so great mental health I’ve been feeling pretty down.

But there have been things to bring me back up, and I’m forever grateful for that. I haven’t been involving myself in fandom much recently for personal reasons but I’ve been in the background enjoying peoples posts and creations. And of course, the man himself always brings joy - I wasn’t able to join the bloodsucking bastards watch on the space sisters server but I had a Prospect rewatch which always lifts my spirits. Thank goodness for Ezra & Pedro 💚

I’ve read less than I’d hoped to this week, but I’ve loved the things I have! Some recs from me:

A forgotten scene by @fromthedeskoftheraven

Cockwarming w Marcus M by @flightlessangelwings

Kiss me quick by @secretelephanttattoo

I’ve also made a start to some longer fics & series which I’m loving and so excited to keep reading! (I’m so so slow, I’m sorry)

The Pit by @morallyinept

Muddy Waters by @bonezone44

Recovery Road by @chronically-ghosted

A ghost of you by @wannab-urs

Compulsion by @iamskyereads

Of my own work, this week I’ve posted a few little things - to be honest I’ve been filled with dread about posting fic recently but I’m pushing through and trying to appreciate my own creativity more:

-Dulia (Ezra x gn!reader)

-Ascending Stars (Ezra x f!reader)

-take the long way home pt 2 (marcus pike x afab!reader)

-A selection of Dieter & one Ezra phone wallpapers here and here

For the week ahead, I’m kind of nervous about some work things but I do have plans (a date!!) and I’m super excited to hopefully have Our House of Flames pt 3 (Joel x reader) out. I also have a good old list of fic to read (95 and counting on my tbr - god bless the talented and prolific writers in this fandom).

Thank you all for brightening my dash & my days - always sending my appreciation. And love to anyone who reads this random Sunday ramble!

🩷✨🩷✨🩷

[dead-blondie]

Get the know the mun!!

phone wallpaper- my pretty boy

last song listened too- How We Do by The Game

currently reading- The Shining by Stephen King

last movie- malibu's most wanted, Y'ALL PLEASE WATCH THIS FILM, IT'S SO STUPID, I LOVE IT. THINK RANDY, BUT WANNABE GANGSTER

last show- south park

what are you wearing right now- summer dress

how tall are you- 5'0

piercings/tattoos- no tattoos, seven piercings (nose, naval, two pairs of lobes and helix), i do want a tattoo for my mum though, maybe angel wings but that's so basic and cliche ppffttt

glasses/contacts- as a kid, yes, not anymore though

last thing you ate- pasta :))))

favourite colour- PURPPLLEEEE

current obsession- scream, rose mcgowan, fnaf, and bordering on dead by daylight

do you have a crush right now- people who don't exist or don't know i exist, gosh i can't remember the last time i had a crush outside of that two.

favourite fictional character- ummm is this an actual question? yes, many. from childhood to now, like a million.

last place you travelled- a holiday resort in Devon

[erostheartist]

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[babymacereal]

Jean Pierre Polnareff x Hamon Apprentice!Reader

Summary:

You knew you were going to have to encounter some odd personalities while accompanying Mr. Joestar to Cairo, but you couldn't have anticipated someone as grating as this wannabe smooth-talker, Jean.

Preview:

“Listen to the wall.” Jean whispers, ear pressed ardently against the dust coated wallpaper.

You set the bag of groceries on the table and shrug off your messenger bag. “I’m good, thanks.” Is he listening to people fuck? You don't think that’s a habit you should encourage.

“Jotaro and Kakyoin are in the next room.”

[thesinglesjukebox]

CALVIN HARRIS X RAG'N'BONE MAN - "LOVERS IN A PAST LIFE"

So 2000 and late...

[4.07]

Wayne Weizhen Zhang: [A deep][trance][scorcher] about [old love] by [Calvin Harris] & [Rag'n'Bone Man][!] [6]

Will Adams: Disappointment! After last year's fantastic duo of singles that breathed life into the trance revival, Calvin Harris slips back into Euro-filler, where the only notable features are a marble-mouthed vocalist and a way-too-loud guitar riff. [4]

TA Inskeep: Calvin Harris, ever the musical unoriginalist, sounds as if he's interpolating the likes of Darude here -- because if there's anything Harris knows, it's what's hot in dance/pop at this moment, and right now that's retro '90s dance and trance-pop. The oontz-oontz is pleasant enough, and Rag'n'Bone Man's overdone vocal "ache" fits it well. Neither terrible nor great, just as one would expect. [4]

Alfred Soto: It has the anonymity of a dozen Eurohouse tracks that Miami played around the clock 30 years ago: I can hear Real McCoy's "Another Night" in its verses. What I didn't expect was a guitar solo with "My Sweet Lord" in its rear view. [5]

Hannah Jocelyn: Why did Calvin Harris stick a rag (possibly also a bone) in his vocalist's mouth before recording? The guitar sounds more human than he does! [3]

Nortey Dowuona: Rag'n'Bone Man's lush and rough voice works for EDM since it's just smooth enough not to clash with drum programming. It feels light, excitable and lively when freed of the obligation to imitate R&B and blues -- both genres he clearly wishes to be a part of, yet lacks the finesse or power to. Here, he lives out his fantasies of being Teddy Pendergrass. His voice is too raspy and phlegmy to hold during the verses, but once the pre-chorus synths take hold, he soars, ebullient and lithe as the guitar line over the slimmed-down 1986 pop drums. By the end, he is absent because he's served his purpose. [4]

Dave Moore: The vocals set my teeth on edge: wannabe journeyman pap, like Blues Traveler with all the wrinkles ironed out. I might have found the wallpaper pop-house backing from Harris to be a reprieve, but instead it's just a tepid bath for Rag'n'Bone Man to soak in. You couldn't get me in an unplugged hot tub with either of these guys. [3]

Brad Shoup: On "Giant," Harris redirected Rag'n'Bone Man's gale-force soul through the doors of the Wigan Casino. There was also a hint of boogie, which "Lovers in a Past Life" broadens. I love how this is hectic but not urgent: wrapping itself around the bullcrap until it's drilled a hole in the floor. When Harris drops the twangy hook, it's three docks before Balearic: lovely and gauche, like a restaurant's wall-length photo transfer of a sunset. [7]

Katherine St. Asaph: "Miracle" : Y2K :: "Lovers in a Past Life" : the Y2K club that probably exists in deleted footage from The Beast. (To be fair to this song, I would be more OK with being Rag'n'Bone Man's lover in a past life than that of the guy from The Beast.) [3]

Taylor Alatorre: Just as I was readying a wisecrack about the repackaging of Eastern spiritualism to suit Western categories of romance, I take another listen and realize the song isn't even that: "we were lovers in a past life, for all we know." How do you take a title that hints at reincarnation and cosmically linked fates, and reduce it to a shouted pick-up line at the club? Analyzing EDM lyrics is the province of fools and YouTube essayists, but Rag'n'Bone Man is credited as a co-lead, and his voice is launched at us in the first second, ironically while slurring the word "patience." If there ever were a stage name that implied a commitment to the bit, you'd think it would be "Rag'n'Bone Man," but here he is unwilling to give full expression to the fantasy contained in the premise. His misaimed realism leaves us with little to chew on but Calvin Harris' ongoing Eurodance fixation, which is more subdued and weary-sounding here than it was on "Miracle." That one was turn-of-the-century nostalgia in the service of untrammeled exuberance; this is just another day in the Logic Pro mines. [4]

Ian Mathers: So anodyne and pro forma that I've played it about 5x more than the other songs today because I keep forgetting what it sounds like. Would not care (or even notice?) if it was playing on the radio or whatever, and cannot even vaguely imagine getting it stuck in my head, let alone seeking it out. [4]

Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: Something about this (maybe Andrew Watt's slide guitar solo?) makes me feel actually literally ill. If I heard this in the club I think I would die on the spot. [0]

Isabel Cole: Rag’n’Bone Man does a good job at something I’m not particularly into (soulful warbling), and Calvin Harris does an adequate job at something I’m easily suckered by (a perfectly passable beat occasionally punctuated by, e.g., swooshy laser noises or handclaps), so I guess this is… fine? [6]

Daniel Monteshenko: Rag'n'Bone Man has a powerful bleat that's all grit, and I've never believed a single lyric he's yowled. The streak continues here. "We were lovers in a past life," he pushes on the chorus, but there's no history, no mangled emotion, no wide-eyed wonder of what romance brings. They're just things he's saying. Calvin Harris is 6'5" and cruising through life. [4]

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[deijiyong]

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2015 December 21st - Day One 2/2

You’re accosted by Taeyong the second you make it back onto the university grounds, his hip almost checking you as he scrambles himself to your side

Who was that?

Wait, wallpaper guy!

Hello to you too

How come he’s here? Do they not have school in the States?

It is the winter holiday (you laugh)

I thought an Idol Wannabe would know that much

Why is he here?

He missed me? We haven’t seen each other since graduation

Now, I’m going to be late

Do you have a point for this conversation?

I’ll wait

I don’t want to stop you from getting to class

Then I’ll be off

The rest of your classes pass by in a blur

You only wake from your mind when you find Taeyong outside of your last class

It looks as if he’s been waiting there since you walked in

His feet are crossed at the ankles while he leans on the wall

When he glances up at you, his eyes are determined and he pushes from the wall just as fast

Are you free to talk now?

Do I need an appointment?

What?

(he points towards the glass doors that contain the building you reside inside; there stands Changkyun)

(you kick at the ground) look, he’s my best friend

He’s here for Christmas

I don’t have to explain this to you

YN (he chases after you when you walk away from him)

I’m sorry,,, I’m

(he sighs and runs his hand through his hair) I’m sorry

You said that already

I’m jealous

Wh-what??

The way you are around him

I’ve been trying all semester and not once have you smiled or looked at me the way you do him

I’m jealous

Of my best friend?

Are you off-balanced?

Am I really going to have to spell it out for you?

(you look back towards Changkyun) I have to go - can we talk later?

I already told him we’d get dinner together

And I have to be back before curfew

I-

(you look at Taeyong) hm?

See you (he rushes past you without a look back)

Changkyun grips your hand tightly as you both walk the streets of Seoul, eyes on the lights hanging over the streets

He’s got the biggest grin you’ve seen since you were kids

To think I would have missed all of this if I had gone home for Christmas

Seoul is pretty in winter

It is

(he stops you, dragging you back to him by your joined hands) 

What’s wrong?

I would have missed this

You said that already

(he grins)

Maybe so

Dinner goes much how you expected it to

Changkyun embarrasses you in the middle of the place

The old ladies are begging you both to leave by the time you’re finished

The good atmosphere carries on as he escorts you back to the university

You’re just outside the girls’ dorm, hand in hand as he stares down into your eyes

What gift did my best friend ask Santa for Christmas?

Was she naughty or nice?

That’s for Santa to judge

(you laugh)

I have to go in

It’s almost curfew

I know,,,

What time does your class end tomorrow?

Earlier, my last professor canceled my lab

Maybe around 5 pm?

Okay (he smiles, his eyes softer than you’re used to as he eyes you) I’ll meet you at that diner just on campus?

I’ll be there 

You watch him leave - it had been a short-lived debate on who would watch who, but you won out in the end

Watching him until he steps out of sight just off the campus grounds

You step inside your dorm, shocked when the door doesn’t pull closed behind you

Turning, you find Taeyong looking as if there is a lot on his mind

He steps just inside the door as the lock sounds at the stroke of 10 PM

You tilt your head, wondering what he could possibly want this late

He looks around, probably wondering where Ms. Kim is

You sigh and turn towards the stairs that come up before the main office

You’re on the third-floor landing when he grabs your hand

Can we talk?

You’re the one who barged into the girls’ dorm

Want to tell me what’s going on?

Are you busy on Christmas day?

You stare down at where his hand is wrapped around your wrist

Christmas Day is a day for couples

That is what your dorm mates had been whispering since the beginning of December

Many of them had been asked out on Christmas day

Why would Taeyong ask you out on Christmas day if you’re just friends?

He could easily get any girl on the campus as one of the better-looking Idol Wannabes

I’m not busy, exactly, but I’m sure my best friend will want to exchange gifts like we usually do on Christmas

Why? Is there a campus get-together or something?

Huh? (stares up at you) what? No, no, not that I know of

You should spend Christmas with your single friends

I would if I had friends here

Well, I have one right now,,,

I want to spend it with you

What?

You watch Taeyong chew his lip, letting your wrist go as he sighs

I want to spend it with you

I’ve been wanting to ask you since before he showed up

And I got scared when I saw him

Wallpaper guy

Why would you be scared of him?

The way you are with him is different

Happier

He’s been my friend since we were 14

Of course, I’m different around him

He’s the only reason I’m able to open up to anyone

The reason I ultimately decided to try university in Seoul

The way I was before I met him would’ve never met you, Taeyong

(frowns) 

You should go before you get in trouble

Or get me in trouble

Mrs. Kim is already upset with me

Will you go out with me on Christmas day?

The silence that fills the stairwell is deafening

You’re not sure what to say and he’s not sure what to do if you don’t respond

Thankfully you’re saved when Jisoo stumbles into the stairwell on the fifth floor, her eyes finding Taeyong immediately

Tae? What are you doing in the girls’ dorm?

Who are you with?

Nothing

No one

You watch him run up the stairs to drag her back towards her dorm room

However unfortunate as it was, you still had to pass by her room to get to yours

If she was suspicious, you never found out

[venacoeurva]

I just had s dream I was home alone and Some guy in one of those really square newish Jeeps parked by my place and for some reason I was immediately hostile and walked out there to confront him. And it’s this dude who looks like a scrawny bateman in a tacky suit, like rolled around in 70s wallpaper ugly, and he has a bbq skewer in his back seat? So I immediately go “ah you’re going to kill me” so I grab him by the neck, drag him out of his car, and flail him around like a sad beach towel before beating him up because I Could Just sense He Wanted To Kill Me. Then my neighbor calls the cops from the noise of me just waving this guy around with prejudice and violence in my heart, and they come and just start laughing at him for being such a terrible wannabe killer instead of calling an ambulance for him and he just laid there like sad scrawny spaghetti a la when you take a sim and make them really skinny but ke kept getting skinnier until he looked like a stick figure and we all just stared at him until he disappeared entirely

ok

[lovelyshadowynightmare]

Not THEIR Truth, The Truth. Or The truth according to the Palace wallpaper. It begins a long time ago. Lady Sarah wasn't really that into him. He was OK, nice enough but it was like dating a brother. At least that's what she told Mummy, when she got back from date with him one evening. Little did Sarah know, it wasn't just mummy that listened. A nosey little sister was sat on the stairs , hands clinging to the banisters listening to every word. Diana listened to the heated words. Mummy kept saying Sarah shouldn't mouth off to the press, she should act more like a lady if she wanted to land The Prince. Sarah's scorn could be heard clearly on the floor above as she flounced off in a temper. Diana sat there thinking. She knew if SHE were dating a Prince, she would be doing exactly what Mummy said. And oh how she wished it could be so. Her sixteen year old heart could feel the fairy tales her mind was telling her. And Mummy would be proud wouldn't she? Mummy would be thrilled, if she married a Prince who would become King - she could rule as a his queen and they would live happily ever after. Just imagining Mummy boasting about her little Diana, bought the fairy tale to life as Diana started dancing up the stairs, back to her room. Her imagination playing on her mind like a disney movie. This was the first seed.

After that, she did do her homework. She tried to find everything out she could about Charles. Determined to bag herself a Prince. It worked. Diana and Charles, didn't get to spend much time with eachother, before ding-dong wedding bells, engagement announcement. Pity really, if she'd bothered to tell the truth of her actual interests, rather than just agreeing that she liked everything Charles liked, she may of saved herself some heartache. After all, think about the facts - not only was Charles a hunting, fishing, countryside living type he'd also only been dumped at the Queen Mother's 80th party in August 1980 by Anna Wallace because he was, quiet frankly - sniffing around Camilla Parker Bowles, like a dog on heat. City girl, wannabe Princess Ballerina Diana, didn't stand a hope in hell. She was totally unsuitable for Charles, but still that little voice in heart told her to continue as privately it still seeked the approval of her parents. She'd be the one to marry well and no body would be able to better her. Diana still thought she could win right up to the wedding, childlike in her adoration, right down to planning initials on her shoes, she was simply in Love with the idea of being in Love.

For Charles, typically of a Male. Not really clued up on matters of the heart. He just thought he'd done rather well-from Anna to married to Diana, all within 12 months. Why did he marry anyone? If he'd spent anytime thinking about it and been honest with himself-his mind would of told him, you can't have the one you want, so you may as well try and be happy with someone else. Plenty of men and women in life know that one - unfortunately, he is the king to be, so somehow if he thought at all, he thought it would be OK. Fool.

In time two children came to the couple. Diana couldn't believe her luck, with a male as a first born. Just what the establishment wanted and she did it. Not that she felt rewarded in anyway by Charles. He may as well of patted her on the head and said, well done my dear. He was happy yes, but the loneliness Diana thought she sensed in Charles, seemed to be sucking her into its vortex. She tried everything to get his attention, everything a schoolgirl would have thought of. He commented on her weight really just to stop her whinging and make her leave him alone, but she turned it into a drama, just like her sister throwing up everytime she ate. Charles really didn't have the patience for molly codling Diana. She was so young, so immature, the baby took up some of her time, he was relieved, they had another baby, unfortunately a boy-both had sort of hoped for a girl, but Charles just thought at least he didn't have to go through being extra nice to his wife for another 9 months, they had the Heir and the spare, no more was required on his part now. Then Diana discovered the media. If she had their attention, Charles hated it and actually spoke to her. Diana learned fast how to manipulate the media. She played it up for all it was worth. Part of her heart loved it too. She did like being the centre of attention, always had.Her two year old like, tantrums at age nine whilst staying with Lord and Lady Guinesses children had proved that to their Nannie, Eileen. She found Diana to be quite a bit of work. Again someone else seeing it as Diana was a spoilt brat rather than Diana- desperately wanted to be loved , adored and admired.

After Harry was born, the couple were finished and both unknowingly relieved. They were far better as friends, if only they'd seen it earlier. Diana hated highgrove, Charles loved it. So, Manakee , Gilby, Mewitt, Hoare, Carling, Khan and Al Fayed, came into play. Through them all, at least Diana thought she felt love. Diana manipulated the press beautifully. She played to the cameras just like she did to her lovers. Calling the press to say when she was leaving the gym one morning, they'd get their pictures and she would be left alone all afternoon. She even stooped low enough to advise Sarah ferguson what to wear. Why Diana would suggest pleats to someone who was short and round, was just unkind. But Sarah got bullied by the press whilst Diana was admired for her tall thin figure. Meghan, thought+ she had it bad? Be thankful a vengeful Diana wasn't around. Sarah ferguson was lonely and locked up in a guided cage, by then Diana was flirting with married men and the press - she only had time for her friend on her terms. But I rush on too much.

Let's rewind a little. The children.

William. The first thing Diana had ever really fallen in love with. Her son. Seriously, that all encompassing love that hit Diana's heart when William was born. She'd never felt that. She was stupidly frightened when pregnant with Harry - she was scared she wouldn't be able to love him like she loved William. Charles was just impatient with her constantly, is it a small wonder that she threatened to throw herself down the stairs?

The boys were bought up by both parents. Charles, even when present didn't seem to be there. 'Goodnight, my darling boy' with a peck in the air to each cheek at bedtime. He did love them so much, but even he admits to being reserved, when his own heart wishes he wasn't. When one is bought up a certain way, you look on the huggers of this world with longing, but when you try it yourself it feels to alien, its truly difficult. Diana on the other hand, held nothing back. As the boys grew, and her marriage failed she would belittle Charles to her boys, especially William who she used as an agony aunt. But, that was just it. She manipulated her children. Maybe not on purpose. But, it's a fact she did. She would tell things to William saying wouldn't you want mummy to be happy? And of course, he'd agree - not knowing what fantasy was playing in his mother's head. Harry, she kept close. He was naughty but allowed to get away with murder - over spoilt, with entire days off school with just him and mummy. It was a magical time for Harry, who thought the world of his mummy. He never knew anything but love for her, and he didn't see anything else but the rose covered fairytale that Diana wove for him. When William had to go and see the Queen or the Queen mum, Diana and Harry would be off playing games or having a chilled time indoors, which involved being curled up with eachother watching TV and eating sweeties. Diana told Harry he'd have to be the strong and funny one, that William took life too seriously and that Harry would be needed in his life.

What neither Charles or Diana ever thought to do was look at Andrews life as a spare. Diana never thought to prepare Harry for real life, whilst Charles only thought of the services and then duty for him. No one ever suggested to Harry he could go out and get a job. That he should work harder at his education and follow his own dreams.

Whilst we all know both boys suffered through the war of the wales's. The press pack was being driven to a frenzy with book deals, documentaries and interviews, on both sides - the boys must have suffered in some way at school. Diana still manipulating the press, who followed her everywhere and if they didn't she would call them and make sure they knew where she was. Visiting Pa, suddenly became the peace. At least for William. Both enjoyed being in the countryside with pa, well away from the media. An organised press photo and the rest of the week left alone, seriously gave both boys something to smile about. Diana did normal things with the boys, pizza night, cinema, going shopping, helping a soup kitchen, but even at Chessington the press would be there to take staged photos.

Just before the world crashed for these boys, some under current was travelling in Diana's circles. The press were getting tired of being manipulated, little stories sounding nasty were leaked," heart transplant diana in theatre for photo op", horrifying segments in not the nine o'clock news, and even spitting image sketchers having a slight dig at the people's princess. We never found out which way that was headed or what would if happend, as that fateful car crash in Paris. Suddenly, both boys lost their mother. Their father left them, to go and see Diana - how Charles held it together, we will never know. But he did for his sons. He took them on walks in the countryside when he could. The Queen contrary to public opinion, acted like any granny, and kept the boys away from the media for as long as she could. However, the baying of blood being stirred up by the media, egging public opinion of hate forced their dear Granny back to London with the boys. The out pouring of public grief was nothing more than mass hysteria. Why did thousands of people want to shake the hands of the young prince's. If it was your son or grandson, wouldn't you have wanted them to be allowed to grieve in their own way? Selfish hysteria for a women many had never met. Did it help the boys to know how much their mum was loved? Later, maybe. At the time, it was only media fodder with photo opportunities.

Let's spin forward now. William, studied and partied hard. He was responsible, but still had some fun. A good looking man, with polite manners he still got laid and excelled at college and University. Harry on the other hand struggled. He'd missed too much school playing hookie with his mum, that he couldn't catch up educationally. When he should of started learning, he'd been mucking about - by the time he realised he needed to learn and do stuff, what they were talking about in class was two years in front of his educational ability. He was lazy. Then, because he couldn't understand the lesson, he day dreamed in class. Let's call it skull cinema. He went into his mind and imagined things. He imagined getting a postcard at boarding school with a code on, only he would understand. He'd have to get Willy and they'd have to sneak out of the country to go and find Mummy. He'd liked Dodi, that last summer - he imagined he was rich enough to hide mummy and he'd send a yacht or even a submarine to get them and take them to her. So many day dreams. Then, as we now know the little twit got muddled up with drugs.

William tried his best, to look after Harry. When William met Catherine, and introduced her to Harry things actually started to change. Harry thought Catherine was the most beautiful women he'd ever met. He loved making her laugh and would often get sly digs in about Wils hair or something daft he'd done. Catherine, was his first crush. Catherine was Williams girlfriend. There was bitter row between the two boys at one point. William wanted romantic time away with Catherine. Harry felt crushed. Harry still can't answer Williams question - was he jealous because Catherine loved him or was he jealous thinking she was stealing his brother away from him? Harry decided to cool off in arctic, knowing there was nothing he could do. Wills wouldn't share Catherine, at least not the way Harry wanted.

Fast forward to Rachel. How did they meet. On Instagram. Rachel had been trying to move in on posher circles all the time. She'd finally made it as an actress, well, she was starting to and she hoped she could make it over the pond too. That's the way, she saw things happening, especially as her time on suits was fast approaching the end. Rumour had it she was going to be in a car crash, taken out as a mob hit on a new storyline. So, she started dipping her fingers into the waters over the pond. Just chatting to anyone influential in the UK. Press (piers Morgan) society Hook ups, (soho House) etc. Eventually she got lucky and started friendships with friends of Harry. POA plans of action, had to be put in place fast. So Rachel hit up the Tig with an exaggerated bio and called it redesigning her blog. She reworded her life experiences, a work experience suddenly became worked for the UN. Favourite wine and food was either the same as Harry or the same as his mother. By the time she flew into the UK, she had the entire honey trap down to a T. Complete with one of Diana's favourite perfumes, which wasn't her D Arples scent. She'd chosen her early favourites. Everything a young six or seven year old Prince would likely remember.

Now, how do you hook a Prince and then reel him in? . Talk. Listen. Lots of listening and then create stories so similar that he thinks you totally understand. I come from a broken home and no one understands, says Harry. Why my ma and pa split up when I was young too, says Rachel. Once he's bitten time to pull in the reel... A wild story. "My Daddy, well he used to cuddle me. I'd sit on his lap and he'd run his strong coarse hands up and down my legs whilst we watched TV. My mum would be out. He didn't do anything wrong, but I felt uncomfortable. I can't stand being alone with him, even now. It coloured my entire view of men. Oh H, your the first one I've ever told this to. It's cos you make me feel safe." - I had to put myself through college and university, I worked doing calligraphy and even waitressing, then I was called upon to do some modelling. That was OK, but I was always worried you know. I hated being alone with guys they always wanted more than I did. They scared me. I feel so safe with you, why do you make me feel so special, H? " - within minutes he'd already got it in his head to invite her to Africa.

Thing is, when it came to getting married. Rachel knew she'd have to keep her Daddy and H apart. A few drinks and something might slip. One of her lies could be exposed. She'd trample on her entire family to Marry her Prince. Whatever it takes, she's going to be so famous now. When she called her mother to tell her she was dating Prince Harry, mummy wasn't surprised, she'd known her daughters plans and dreams for many a year now.

[omniscias-a]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍

what’s your phone wallpaper : in a tbd post, i joked about it being a poorly drawn picture of kafka & i ( made lovingly by my friend ) so that's what it is currently. usually though, it's my e.d s.heeran wannabe cat ( orange cat behavior )

last song you listened to : i had a bad headache & needed something soft to listen to so !! it was love u by shye 

currently reading : hoo boy i'm rereading soc bc i needed inspo to write for k.az again :')

last movie : kind of embarassing BUT f.lushed a.way ,,,, my roommate came home a little tipsy & i didn't want her to go to sleep without eating something so i just put it on dsjdh babysitter of the year if u ask me

last show : either f.uturama or l.ockwood & co. i usually have one playing in the background while i nurse a cup of morning tea. 

what are you wearing right now : a faded h.ocus p.ocus sweatshirt that isn't mine, jeans that are not mine, & socks that are not mine :)

piercings / tattoos? : i have double piercings in both my ears & i'm currently considering a nose ring ,,, but idk. as for tattoos, i have a small rose on my inner left forearm, one of a crescent moon on the side of my ribcage, & i'm planning to get a matching toad one with my sister on my wrist :')

glasses ? contacts? : both but neither at the same time. i lose contacts a lot & my glasses smudge easily so !! all in all, i don't recommend poor eyesight dhjshd

last thing you ate? : i forgot i had to buy groceries so i just had a cinnamon poptart 

favorite color(s) : light pink, sage green, & like ,,, a really soft baby blue ; but i also really love darker colors ( browns, forest green, maroon etc etc )

current obsession : d.avid t.ennant & h.sr :D

do you have a crush right now? : down horrendous for w.elt rn

favourite fictional character : dhjs g.anyu ( g.enpact ), a.ang ( a.tla ), & t.ohru h.onda ( f.uruba ) are like ,,, the ones that come to mind :')

tagged by : @babochkas , @serpentsexile , & @starwrote !! u three are lovely thank u ♡

tagging : anyone who hasn't done it ! love u xoxo

[the-rhyme-witch]

Matt was the "paperwork guy".

In a department of gung-ho Indiana Jones wannabes, goths with magic PhDs and professors whose IQ were outstripped only by their egos, he was less colleague and more furniture. On paper, he ticked the boxes: bright, hardworking, fairly good-looking, good education, genealogy degree. In a different department, he'd be a star, a bright candle flame of expertise. Trouble was, this department was staffed by bonfires.

He got invited to digs still, though, in the same way he still got included in office whip-rounds, festive parties and all-staff emails. No one invited him specifically. No one would notice if he didn't show up. It stung, the pain of rejection. Except was it rejection if he wasn't even noticed to reject? People did not ignore him maliciously, he was sure. They just didn't register him. Like wallpaper. He didn't want to be wallpaper. So he showed up, just in case.

Just in case he was getting it wrong and someone was noticing.

Matt had never been great at blowing his own trumpet. His mam had taught her shy little boy to believe that listening was a skill more valuable than talking and that the right people would always listen. Perhaps that was sometimes true but he doubted he could make himself heard in this department even with a loudspeaker and a drum kit.

The first dig he had gone on, he'd hovered, shy and gauche, trying to keep out of the way. He'd picked up a scroll but had made the mistake of asking a magic doctorate for an opinion. The doctor called a colleague for a second opinion, who called a third for a comment and within fifteen minutes, there was a heated debate of half the department and Matt couldn't even see the scroll anymore, let alone get a word in.

The second dig had been worse. The archeology lead had plucked an amulet from Matt's salvage site as if he wasn't there.

The third dig, it had been the department manager, strolling over to take the Runes Of Jecuba from Matt's hands with a hearty "I'll take it from here, Max!"

"Umm. It's Matt-"

"Of course, Matt, that's what I said. Off you go, this one is above your paygrade! You should probably go do a little research or something. Look up the history of this place, eh?"

So that's what Matt did. For the fourth dig. And the fifth. He did exactly what he had been told.

He looked up the history.

He kept on looking up the history. Then, when his colleagues were elbow deep in pillage-um, research sampling -he decided to dig deep into his genealogy degree.

So it was no surprise to him when the people in suits marched into the department after the tenth dig. His colleagues were bewildered, then angry, then worried. Loud voices got louder. Phrases floated to Matt's desk like a montage.

"claiming under bona vacantia"

"Closest living relative popped up out of nowhere"

"theft of property"

"taking us to court"

"they have the right paperwork"

"department is ruined!'

Nobody in the office came to gossip with Matt, as usual, but today he didn't mind. Instead, he pulled out his private phone and checked the emails of the direct descendants of the sites his department had been tearing apart. It had taken a while to track them down and a while longer to support them in claiming the lands of their ancestors but it had been worth it. He glanced at his emails.

Subject: Thankyou so much, Matt

Subject: I can't thank you enough

Subject: Want a new job? We could use you!

The emails warmed him like hot soup on a cold day, even as his current colleagues forgot he existed. It turned out his mam had been right after all. The right people did listen.

He was not wallpaper.

While your colleagues are fixated on magical items and artifacts, you’ve been quietly collecting all the deeds of ownership for the ruins and dungeons you clear.