#who let him have tumblr in 1951

[beelzebubgaylord]

Nah bro I was just with him.

[bones4thecats]

If it's okay can I please ask for (romantic) Beelzebub Loki Poseidon and Apollo with kianna but how would they react to her being named Miss Alice because she Survived The Madness of Wonderland and the rest is up to you

So this is an aesthetic / mood board that a friend here on Tumblr made for me for my oc kianna

A/N: I used 2010’s Alice in Wonderland as a reference for this because it just made more sense since it was far more dangerous than Disney’s 1951 classic. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this!!

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🪰 He knew something was off when he first heard someone call you Alice instead of Y/N, but it set his brain really off when a white rabbit ran up to you and called you Alice

🪰 Why was a white rabbit here and speaking to you?

🪰 When the rabbit, whom you called Nivens McTwisp, looked at him and asked who this was, you just smiled and introduced him

🪰 It really made his eyes widen when a man with red hair bust out of a random hole and hugged you

“ My, my Miss Alice, you have gotten far more mature than the last time we met one another! “

🪰 Okay, wtf-

🪰 Beelzebub wanted an explanation immediately, and when he got it all from not just you, but the two visitors, he just sighed and nodded his head

🪰 He understood why you didn’t tell him, it could be quite traumatizing to go through what they said happened in that land called Wonderland

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🐍 Loki was just screwing around when a hole appeared below his and your floating forms

🐍 He held you behind him as a man crawled out, yelling the same thing over and over again

“ Are you sure Miss Alice is here? It seems so much more clean than her last home. “ “ That’s because when she came here the last time she was stuck in the woods! “ “ Will you two shut up?! “

🐍 Cue the eyebrow lifting while you chuckled at their antics

“ Miss Alice! “ “ Tarrant! “

🐍 Loki watched as you grabbed the three men and hugged them tightly, asking how Wonderland was

🐍 Okay, now he was questions

🐍 What was Wonderland? Why is there a talking rabbit? Who is this Tarrant and why is he touching you?!

🐍 You smiled and watched as Loki wrapped his arms around you protectively

🐍 Tarrant, Nivens, and Thackery smiled as the man wrapped his arms around you, being reminded on how much others could care for you, themselves included

🐍 Did he want to go to Wonderland? Yes. No doubt.

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🔱 Poseidon starred as you hugged a large cat with a hat on

🔱 He was glaring at the animal when it hung off your shoulders, thankfully you could handle the weight of the larger feline

🔱 When the cat went invisible, he readied his trident, believing it was planning to attack

🔱 But when you just had him lower his weapon while letting out a deep sigh and calling out to this ‘Chessur’

🔱 Poseidon watched as you pet him on the head and handed the hat to a man that hung upside down from the tree above you

“ Hello there, Miss Alice, how is life treating you up here? “ “ Quite well, actually! This is my husband, Poseidon! “ “ Ooh! You’re a lucky man, Poseidon! Miss Alice here has survived Wonderland! Not many can say that~ “

🔱 Your husband looked at you as the man whom you called Tarrant grabbed his hat and adjusted it onto his head

🔱 Did he wonder what this Wonderland was? Yes. But did he really care to find out? No.

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☀️ Apollo did not expect this

☀️ A hole appeared and a woman all white with a rabbit and cat had crawled out, speaking about seeing their ‘Miss Alice’ once again

☀️ He didn’t know about you past all to well, but he did understand you went through a lot of trauma, including murder and other stuff

☀️ You didn’t like falling from heights because of something, now he understood you must have fallen down that hole the trio came out of

“ Miss Alice, it is so nice to see you after so long. Oh! Who is this? “ “ Apollo, God of the Sun. Pleasure! “ “ A God! How impressive! “

☀️ You shook your head while smiling as Apollo pet Chessur’s head and Nivens asked him questions

☀️ Apollo had asked them questions on Wonderland, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to punish that Red Queen his own way

☀️ You had to hold him back from releasing the largest ray of sunlight into Wonderland

[hekateinhell]

Armand/flower imagery is THE unsung OTP of vc 🥹 there’s so much of it throughout the whole series. I’ve also been thinking about how Anne repeatedly compared him to female mythological creatures. Lestat and his “succubus” comparison immediately comes to mind of course (Anne could’ve easily had Lestat call him an incubus, the male counterpart, but she went with the female version), but also there’s Daniel saying Armand had pursued him the cunning of a “harpy” during the early stages of their relationship. So you have flowers, female demons/monsters/mythical creatures and that one red headed robot(?) lady who served as her original inspiration for Armand. Character of all time fr xoxo DA ❤️

DA! 🥹🌺���� I missed you (even though the fault is purely mine for purposely scaling back on Tumblr and not really posting much of anything to respond to lately, haha).

I don't think it's much of a confession if I say I'm never not thinking about Lestat referring to Armand as a succubus! Right, the distinction there with the gendered form is interesting to me as well and I got curious on the exact etymology because while Anne might have been all over the place in some regards, I do think she was very intentional when it came to mythology and overall symbolism in her work. And either way whether you take it seriously or not, it's just fun to think about!

So, aside from the obvious gender difference between male and female — incubus in itself is defined as and derived from:

"imaginary being or demon, credited with causing nightmares, and, in male form, consorting with women in their sleep," c. 1200, from Late Latin incubus (Augustine), from Latin incubo "nightmare, one who lies down on (the sleeper)," from incubare "to lie upon" (see incubate). X

Now compare that to succubus:

late 14c., alteration (after incubus, giving a masc. form to a word generally felt as of female meaning) of Late Latin succuba "strumpet," applied to a fiend (generally in female form) having sexual connection with men in their sleep, from succubare "to lie under," from assimilated form of sub "under" (see sub-) + cubare "to lie down" (see cubicle). X

Let's be clear, Lestat—proud, powerful, and apprehensive as he is during this meeting with Armand—is in no way, shape, or form going to be laying beneath anybody. It's subtle because both incubi and succubi do take advantage of their victims, but at least within the word itself, one positions the demon beneath and not above.

Fun, right?

Harpy is something to think about too! Literally a terrifying creature that carried its victims off of the face of the Earth, never to be heard from again. Yikes. Wonder if Daniel's family ever heard from him again aside from those checks going out... Oops.

Robot lady, my beloved! Moira Shearer in The Tales of Hoffman (1951). Anne did say this as far as her having served as an inspiration for Armand:

[...] there was a companion to Hoffman who had beautiful red hair and was very angelic. The character was played by a woman, but as a child, I don't remember realizing that it was a woman. I remember the character as a transcendent person, and I thought it was Hoffman's guardian angel.

Very strange, very beautiful, very Armand.

And one last thing since we're already speaking of 'guardian angels' and I can never resist this quote:

"You're looking for trouble again," he [Armand] went on, in the same slow manner, without anger or meanness. "The whole wide world isn't enough for you and never will be. This time I thought I'd try to speak to you before the wheel turns."

"Aren't you the most thoughtful of guardian angels?" I said sarcastically.

"Yes, I am," he said without so much as blinking. ~ Lestat, MtD

Armand, once again taking on the role of Lestat's guardian angel.

[allwaswell16]

This is a fic rec of One Direction fics that have internalized homophobia from one of the characters as requested via dm. If you enjoy the fics please leave the writers kudos and comments! You can find all my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

-Larry-

🔹Hold You Now by @solvetheminourdreams

(M, 131k, exes to lovers, fwb, slow burn, internalized homophobia, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, secret relationship, pining, Louis/ofc, wedding, humor, flashbacks, family issues, mild smut)

When he accompanies his best friend to a family wedding across the Atlantic, he'll be forced to reopen old wounds and face his past—one that no one wants to hash out, but may just have to.

🔹Give Me Truths by iwillpaintasongforlou / @canonlarry

(E, 110k, uni, student Louis, punk Louis, internalized homophobia, abuse, hurt/comfort, virgin Harry, dub con, fluff)

the one in which Louis falls in love with a fragile boy and tells him every beautiful truth in the world, as long as it makes him happy.

🔹dancing in the dark by clairdeloune

(E, 74k, canon divergence, exes to lovers, slow burn, light angst, internalized homophobia, smut)

Harry comes out and it brings more than he's expected.

🔹growing pains by crybaby

(E, 63k, famous/not famous au, famous Louis, actor Louis, nanny Harry, internalized homophobia, angst with a happy ending, smut)

He’s just broken his mum’s heart by dropping out of law school, lives with his childhood best friend-turned boyfriend-turned best friend again, and his greatest prospect at the moment is his casual arrangement with Nick.

🔹But I’m the Quarterback by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou

(E, 51k, high school au, But I'm a Cheerleader fusion, conversion camp, gay panic, religious guilt, gay bar, homophobia, self harm, angst with a happy ending, strangers to friends to lovers, smut)

At True Directions, Harry meets four other boys and five girls, all there to be cured of their homosexuality. He has to find a way out of this place as soon as possible—Christ, he isn’t even gay!

🔹Examine by sitandadmire / @louistomlionson

(E, 42k, inspired by Normal People, doctor Harry, footballer Louis, famous/not famous, character injury, hurt/comfort, secret relationship, internalized homophobia, coming out, smut)

After moving to Los Angeles and becoming famous, footballer Louis Tomlinson falls in love with a doctor who lives in the same building.

🔹little wings on my shoes by @juliusschmidt

(M, 39k, high school au, nerds, coming out, ableism, homophobia, violence, first time, smut)

The American High School AU in which no one is cool (except Niall) and Harry wears a rainbow bracelet.

🔹One-Two-Three What Are We Fighting For by @taggiecb

(E, 25k, cop Harry, therapist Louis, biker Louis, hate to love, stereotypes, internalized homophobia, hate crimes, first time)

“Do you know why these people are protesting this man’s funeral?” Louis continues, letting his frustration out on this motionless creature in front of him. “Because of who he loved. 

🔹Anonymous Said by @alivingfire

(T, 21k, tumblr, coming out, coming of age, internalized homophobia, uni, bookstore)

two boys, two blogs, two years of anonymous messages, and a bookshop where it all comes together.

🔹Have A Little Faith In Me by @fallinglikethis

(M, 15k, high school au, homophobia, internalized homophobia, coming out, self acceptance, secret relationship, friends to lovers, punk Louis, angst, smut)

Harry had thought he’d never find it in himself to believe them but the image before his eyes has him suddenly questioning everything.

🔹A Word We've Only Heard by @lululawrence

(NR, 6k, historical au, 1950s, flashbacks, internalized homophobia, period typical homophobia, minor character death, established relationship, secret relationship, traveling salesman Louis, music shop owner Harry)

it's 1951, Harry is the owner of a music shop, and Louis is a traveling salesman making his way back home.

-Rare Pairs-

🔹Kissing in the Rain by Writcraft / @writsgrimmyblog

(E, 93k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw, canon divergence, internalized homophobia, phone sex, cybersex, mental health issues, coming out, smut)

It starts at a party with shitty cocktails, a DJ that's definitely not as good as Nick and some 'that only happens in the movies' kissing in the rain.

🔹Easy As All That (Go Around A Time Or Two) by sunsetmog / @magicalrocketships

(E, 84k, Louis/Liam, sixth form au, underage drinking, sexuality crisis, internalized homophobia, angst, bullying, hurt/comfort, coming out, first time)

The one where Liam and Louis only kiss when they're on nights out, when it's secret, when there's no one around to see them. If no one knows you're having a sexuality crisis, that means it isn't happening, right?

🔹I Found 'verse by Jiksa / @jiksax

(M, 4k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw, trapped in a closet, passive aggressive, angst, internalized homophobia, sexuality crisis, angst, falling in love)

Nick and Louis get trapped in a closet for seven minutes in heaven/hell.

[severetimetravelnerd]

I Don’t Know(ft. G Dragon and MINO) (2)

Part 2

Minho learns a bit about you and Jiyong, but you learn something even more surprising.

This series will be updated once a week, every Friday! No specific time though lol. It’s an AUish thing where Jiyong has a younger sister and you’re her best friend! Featuring my OC Mirae as the Best friend. Just saying, it’s not related to any of the scenarios I’ve written so far. Please do leave me some comments or asks! I love receiving them! It’s also a bit of a love triangle situation, so yeah :)) There will be eventual smut in this series.

(I don’t own any of the images used. All credit goes to the original owners.)

I only write on this blog on tumblr, so if you see my work on any other platform, please let me know immediately.

Taglist:

@kwonnansi

@unabashedturkeytreeslime​

@happiestgirlontheeastcoast​

@yee-hawwwwwwww​

@slayergroupie0128​

Please comment if you’d like to be added to the tag list:))

Word Count: 1951

WARNINGS: Mentions of cheating, cursing, just general being mean.

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Jiyong had no idea why, but the sight of you always annoyed him. The way you smiled without a care in the world. He never did like you. He never tried to think about why either, because he knew the moment he tried to analyse it, it would all fall to bits. And no matter how curt or rude he was to you, you were always nice to him. He used to try and ignore you, because you were just his little sister’s friend. Why should he care? Why should he pay attention to you? But it was impossible. If you were around, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. He couldn’t stop watching you from the corner of his eye. And he fucking hated it. Which is why he went out of his way to try and talk to you as little as possible. He didn’t want to have to talk to someone he hated. Which is why things sucked when he had to pick both you and Mirae up weekly after drinks. He owed Mirae a favour and that is how she cashed it in. Both of you were going through a rough time and you guys needed that little destressing weekly. And Mirae usually passed out from drinking (she was both a lightweight and a sleepy drunk), which is why he had started talking to you. And once he started talking to you, he had even fewer reasons to hate you the way he did, because he liked talking to you. He really did. Which is why that night, when you called him, drunk, at 2 am, asking him to come to a diner, his first instinct was to worry. And he didn’t like that. He drove there as soon as he could, and found you waving happily at him from a booth. He felt so relieved, but so angry at the same time. Why was he so fucking relived that you were okay? He slid down in the seat across from you, just about to ask you what the fuck was wrong with you when you said,

“Jiyong, I like you.”

His heart jumped out of his chest when he heard that. He had no idea what to say. He hated you. How could you possibly like him? More importantly, how could he possibly like you? He didn’t. But if he didn’t, why was his heart pounding the way it was? No. He definitely did not like you. His heart had to be pounding because of the surprise, or the distaste. He looked at you again. He was about to say that he hated you, but looking at your expression, he couldn’t and switched to telling you that you were confused last minute. His heart started pounding even more when he heard that you had liked him for years. It must have been the disgust. He said whatever he had to quickly and left, not wanting to see your crestfallen expression anymore. He left as quickly as he could, just wanting to be away from there, not realising that he had left you, a drunk girl, alone at a diner at 2 in the morning. It only struck him later. Which is why he sent you that text. He was sure you’d respond. He had been mean to you so many times and you had never minded. He knew it wasn’t okay, but he was sure you were going to be the same. In fact, he was sure that you would continue to like him. He was certain that nothing would change, no matter what he said, because it had never changed before and you were always the same around him. He didn’t realise how hurt you were this time round though. He didn’t realise how serious you were about liking him. He didn’t realise how hurtful he was being.

After sending that text, he stared at his phone for two hours straight, hoping, praying to god that you would reply. If something happened to you after he left you there alone, he would never forgive himself. Which is why, when he didn’t get a response after two hours, the worry got to him, and at 4:37 am, he jumped out of bed and drove back to the diner, to see whether you were there. You weren’t. He walked over to the table where you were sitting, just to double check. You weren’t there, but a crumpled-up piece of paper was. He opened it up. It was soggy, presumably from your tears. He didn’t know why that made his gut twist a little. The writing was a little blurred, but he could read what you’d written. It was practice for what to say to him when he showed up. He crumpled it again. And as he took out his phone to call you and see if you were okay, although he had no idea why, he found himself folding that piece of paper and putting it in his wallet. He told himself then that it was only so that he doesn’t litter and he would throw it in the trash once he got home, but three years later, the paper was smudged with greasy fingerprints, from all the times he would take it out and stare at it while he was drunk, and was still very much in his wallet.

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You stared at Jiyong as you moved closer to Minho, grateful for his presence. It was like Jiyong never even heard the question, because he couldn’t stop staring at you in shock. Mino’s grip on your waist tightened. He could see that you weren’t happy. Tone a little harsher, he tried again.

“Hyung. How do you know Y/N?”

Jiyong’s head was spinning. What had happened? What happened to you? Why had you changed so much? How were you here? Why did Mino have his arm around you? Why was the girl who would always turn and grab his sleeve during horror movies holding on to someone else?

One look at him and you could tell he wasn’t doing okay. You knew he wasn’t going to be able to answer Minho’s questions.  Seeing Minho’s jaw clenched, you tried to defuse the situation. Putting on a smile you knew was fake, and you knew Minho could tell was fake, you said,

“Minho, you know Mirae, right? He’s Mirae’s brother. We’ve known each other for ages, but we hadn’t seen each other in a while, so he must have been surprised to see me here.”

Jiyong’s head was still reeling. He wondered whether Mino knew that your smile was fake. Or that you hated horror movies. Or that you had a fear of swimming pools from almost drowning when you were seven. He could feel his lips curling in disgust. Mino knew nothing about you. But before he could think about why that mattered, Mino spoke. Sounding uncharacteristically emotionless, he said,

“Oh okay. That’s great hyung! I had no idea. Well, if you’d excuse us, we have some things to take care of.”

 Mino’s heart lurched when he heard that. great. Not again. His ex-girlfriend cheated on him with Jiyong hyung. She confessed the next day and she promised that Jiyong had no idea who she was, because they’d never met or been introduced, and he didn’t even know her name. Mino could only ask, laughing through the tears,

“You were okay with sleeping with a drunk Jiyong hyung who didn’t even know your name? Were you that unhappy with me?”

Her eyes widened and she tried to lie, saying that it wasn’t him, it was her and that none of it was a reflection on Mino, but Mino couldn’t hear any of that. He just heard that he wasn’t enough. That he wasn’t satisfactory. All his love meant nothing. He didn’t date anyone for two years after that. He couldn’t. But when he saw you, with your bright smile and carefree happiness, you drew him in. And now, he was scared this was all just going to repeat itself.

The rest of the night, you could tell something was off with Mino. None of his smiles reached his eyes. His adorable excitement was gone. He stopped touching you. And you were worried sick. You didn’t know what he was thinking, but you hated that he was feeling sad. You wanted to hold him, reassure him, tell him everything, but he wouldn’t even look at you.

You thought Jiyong would leave the party immediately. You were wrong. He stayed out on the balcony, still unable to believe anything he just witnessed. All he knew was that he had to talk to you. He waited until guests were slowly starting to leave. You were at the door, seeing them off while Mino was on the couch, talking to some of his friends. Jiyong walked over to you, moving as close as he possibly could and talking in a low, hushed tone, he said,

“Y/N, what are you doing? Why would you date Mino? He’s not the right guy for you. You won’t be happy with him.”

If you had heard him, you would’ve gotten mad. You would have fought back, asking him what he knew about your happiness. But you didn’t. You just murmured a half-hearted goodbye and continued staring at Minho, worried sick about why he was upset. Jiyong looked back at Mino, fists clenched. He had never felt so much anger towards him, and he still didn’t know why he was angry. He looked back at your worried face, and he knew you weren’t going to listen to him, and so he left, furious, without even knowing why.

After everyone left, you finally got a chance to talk to Minho alone. He was still sitting on the couch, head in his hands. You walked over and sat down next to him, putting your hand on his back.

“Minho, sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

He looked back at you with haunted eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me you knew Jiyong hyung Y/N?”

“I didn’t know you knew him either, otherwise I’d have told you about it when you met Mirae.”

“Y/N, is there something I don’t know about you and Jiyong hyung?”

You could see Minho spiralling as he asked you that. You softly decided to ask him another question.

“Minho, is there something I don’t know about you and Jiyong?”

He turned away, eyes red. You waited. You knew he would talk to you. He just needed a little time. And sure enough, he did. Voice hoarse, he began.

“My ex cheated on me with Jiyong hyung.”

You couldn’t control the gasp that left your mouth.

“He didn’t know who she was. He had never met her. He didn’t even know her name. He was drunk out of his mind that night, and never bothered to learn her name, but she still wanted to sleep with him. She was sober. She never drinks. Even at his worst, she wanted him more than she wanted me.”

Your heart broke for Minho. Your poor boyfriend. He didn’t deserve that. And he was so shaken. But you did owe it to Minho to tell him about how you used to like Jiyong. You were just scared it would hurt him more. You gently peeled his hands away from his head and pulled his head to your chest.  Minho stiffened at first, but then he slowly wrapped his arms around your waist and held you tighter. His body began to shake with sobs. He needed to let it all out. And you let him. You just held him close, gently massaging his head, telling him to let it all out. You could tell him after that.

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[smooth-goat]

[ID: Screenshot of a tumblr ask from @brivit​ stating: ohh can you please share more about sisu and the others o: END ID]

ohh !! okay so jfjsdlkf here we go !

Snufkin: I’m a loner. I don’t like being tied down to any one place or any one person.

Me, gay: Oh okay.

Me: *gives him 35 children*

Sisu (1952)

Sisu only exists in an AU no matter how much I love them. Basically in 1951-52, right after the ends of Moominvalley in November, Snufkin has a rebound fling with a tulippen and ends up pregnant. He Immediately leaves upon realizing this and takes herbs to get an abortion. In the main timeline, this goes safely and smoothly and everything’s good. But this is AU land and these herbs are not always effective, especially not at later gestational ages and mymble pregnancies develop quickly. Snufkin basically hides away in the forests of Switzerland and gives birth alone in a cave and he is Very lucky no one got hurt or worse.

Snufkin, poor thing, is only 19 and has no support system. It’s incredibly difficult to look after an infant (I say, also 19, never having watched a child in my life), much less alone. He takes very bad care of himself and is Not ready to have a child but there’s no way he’s going to leave this baby in a foundling house so he’s doing his very best to give them a good life. He’s absolutely terrified of losing them like he was lost so he doesn’t let them out of his sight for years.

When Sisu is two, Snufkin has a near-death experience and realizes that if something were to happen to him, Sisu would be all alone. He braves the way back to Moominvalley for the first time in about three years, trying to get to Alicia. He still thinks the Moomins are gone. They are not and he is Very Surprised.

Sisu has really bad separation anxiety when they’re little—they’ve never been apart from Snufkin, who always needed to watch them. They recover with the help of the Moomins.

Sisu is, in a word, feral. They live in a woods for their first two years and every winter. They hunt. They bite. They detest baths and Will fight you. Sisu once smashed in a window because they wanted some fresh air. Snufkin refuses to acknowledge that they can do any wrong.

[ID: “I have done nothing wrong, ever, in my life / I konw this, and I love you.” meme, edited so that the first line is labeled as “Sisu,” and the second line is labeled as “Snufkin.” END ID] 

Inge (1959)

A few years after Snufkin and Moomintroll get together in 1955, Snufkin gets pregnant—this is the Ginger Tea series. Inge takes his sweet time and bakes for 14 months. He was Warm and Cozy and did Not want to get up. When he comes out, he is the umbilical cord wrapped around his neck, but it’s easily reduced and he’s just fine. 

Inge is an otter boy. Well, he’s an otter demiboy. He’s got webbed paws and thick, waterproof fur, and can Zoom around in the water. He’s not allowed to swim in the ocean until he’s like twelve, for fear that he’ll get out too far and be swept away. Also you know how otters hold hands while they sleep so they don’t drift apart? Inge Must be held while he falls asleep, and that’s the routine every night until he’s eleven and his dads get too busy. He gets a weighted blanket to help him.

Inge inherited Snufkin’s bad leg and the pain that comes from that, though he was lucky and didn’t get any GI issues.

He loves stacking and organizing small things; he’s got some Muddler tendencies. Don’t bother trying to help, though. Alicia is the only person who can understand his seemingly arbitrary systems.

He also has a favorite rock and carries it in a fanny pack everywhere he goes. He isn’t shy to introduce himself to others and just like his Isä, he is garbage at greetings. He just shows people his rock.

Inge’s good opinion once lost is lost forever.

Annikki (1961)

Annikki was a complete surprise; Snufkin didn’t know he was having her until she was on her way out. It was Not a pleasant experience. She has a pretty difficult birth and as a result has hypertonic right hemispheric cerebral palsy. This means the left side of her body has is very stiff and rigid with heightened muscle tone, giving her difficulty with fine motor skills on that side and gross motor skills all around. Her family does their best to manage her symptoms, but they don’t exactly have access to brain scans and physical and occupational therapy and the like; ain’t that just the way. Annikki was assigned male at birth, but the moment Snufkin heard the baby referred to as “his son,” he was like, “Hmm I don’t like those vibes” and raises them gender neutral (as he does with Sisu). When she tells her dads she’s a girl, Snufkin has to resist gloating about how he totally called it.

Annikki is very much a joxter: a lazy housecat with a penchant for mischief. She knocks things over for fun. She scratches all the furniture. She’s very purry. I love her. She has a real knack for languages like Snufkin, but she’s skilled at reading and writing in them, while Snufkin is best at speaking and listening them.

Annikki has an eight foot vertical leap.

Varja and Linnéa (1971)

Varja and Linnéa are twins, as is more common in geriatric pregnancy (in humans, pregnancy at 35 or older). Varja came out first, as he insists on letting everyone know. He really inherited his Isä’s love of travel and the world and ends up leaving home pretty early as a result. He sends letters and postcards and finds a career as a photographer, using his art to advocate for environmental conservation all across Europe. Snufkin is proud of his son but don’t understand why he needs to have a job. Moomintroll hangs his work up all over their house.

Linnéa, born Terho, is the homebody of the two. She loves staying inside and writing novels and plays, which she gets her siblings to act out with her à la Little Women. Snorkmaiden, a writer herself, is something of a mentor to Linnéa.

Being home frequently, Linnéa ends up being the one who helps Annikki with her ADLs (actions of daily living) such as changing and bathing. The girls become very close, bonding over their shared time together and also over being trans. Annikki has a wanderer’s spirit but isn’t able to travel alone or for long distances, and somewhat resents her brother Varja for being able to go wherever the wind takes him, but it’s easier for her to bear when she can take care of Linnéa.

Linnéa becomes a C-list novelist with Annikki as her translator. They go on small journeys together for public appearances and the like. When Snufkin goes on his travels, he buys every single one of her books. Moomintroll reads them aloud. Snufkin’s eyesight sucks. It’s tender.

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Do you have something like a list of requests you got and are gonna write? Tumblr is known to make them magicaly dissapear, so I'd like to know whatever I need to send it again or no?! Sorry if it too much trouble

You have a very good point! Not too much trouble, don’t worry! Happy to do it, man ^^

Current Request List: 

Laughing Jack x Reader || Drabble / s : Baking Shinanigans. 

Captain Hook, Clayton, Gaston, Hades, Jafar, McLeach and Rourke *Separate* x Reader || Short Imagine / Drabble : Pinning you to a wall.

Lazlo Valentin x Reader || Oneshot : Enemies who are attracted to each other (; 

Clayton x Reader || Oneshot : Smut. 

Lyle Rourke x Reader || Oneshot : Smut and a sprinkle of Fluff. 

Kahmunrah x Reader || Headcanons : S/O who’s interested in Ancient Egypt. 

Clayton, Ratigan and Sheriff of Nottingham *Separate* x Reader || Headcanons or Drabbles : Villains experiencing love at first sight! 

Yandere!Jervis Tetch / Mad Hatter, Jonathon / Scarecrow, Oswald Cobblepot / Penguin and Victor Zsasz *Separate* x Reader || Headcanons : Yandere. 

Yandere!Rourke x Reader || Headcanons : General and Smut HC’s

Don Karnage x DeathMetalFan!Reader || Headcanons : S/O who loves metal / rock music. 

Hopper x Villain!Tsundere!Reader || Headcanons / Summary : With a tsundere villain S/O who is incredibly violent, has a bad temper, swears, drinks, smokes, is badass, speaks their mind, has no filter, and absolutely loves destroying / killing things.

Offenderman x NewGirlfriend!Reader || Oneshot : Catches S/O doing research~ (Watching tentacle porn XD) 

Splenderman || Summary / Headcanons : What truly pisses him off?

Nina The Killer x Reader || Headcanons : Nina’s friend, who was killed before she went nuts, is brought back to life to seek revenge against those who killed them. 

Jeff The Killer x Rocker!Reader || Headcanons : S/O who is in a popular rock band. 

Dr Facilier, Hades, Horned King, and Maleficent *Separate* x Reader || Headcanons : The hero comes to save reader who was kidnapped by Villain just to find that reader has fallen in love with villain. 

Platonic!Splenderman and Platonic!Reader || Oneshot / Drabble : Splender finds an injured animal, takes it home to health, before finding out one day that the animal was a young woman who couldnt shapeshift back to human while injured. 

Offenderman x Sad!Reader || Drabble : Reader is silent crying in Slender Mansion livingroom and Offender is the only one who notices, so he decides to try and distract her. 

Captain Hook, Dr Facilier, Gaston and Lady Tremaine *Separate* and OrphanedLittleGirl!Pickpocket!Reader || Headcanons / Drabbles : Lil girl often torments villain but they grow a bond when she steals from someone who wronged the villain. 

Alameda Slim and Granddaughter!Reader || Headcanons : Grandaughter is super cute and loves his yodelling, and even tries to yodel herself! 

Rival!Gaston and BellesBabySister!Reader || Oneshot : Reader (8-9 yrs) loves her big sister and utilises every power in her sneaky little self to keep Gaston from harassing her. 

Human!Hopper x Bigger!ArmyGirl!AdoptedByFliksColony!Reader || Drabble : Reader was an army bug but got separated from her group and joined Flick’s colony when Hopper comes and tries to threaten him, and uses her size and domineering presence against him to protect her new people. 

Queen Of Hearts (1951 and 2010, separately) x Alice’LittleSister!Reader || Headcanons or Drabbles : The Queen haaaates your sister, but thinks you’re the sweetest thing!

Sally Williams || Headcanons : General HC’s.

Laughing Jack || Headcanons : General HC’s.

Slenderman || Headcanons : General HC’s.

Candy Pop || Headcanons : General HC’s.

Babysitter!Kagekao and Sally Williams || Headcanons : Kagekao babysitting Sally. 

Familial!Splenderman and Sally || Headcanons : Sally losed her teddy bear. 

Trenderman || Headcanons : General HC’s.

Grinny || Headcanons : Genera HC’s.

Platonic!Clockwork, Jane The Killer, Nina The Killer and Nurse Ann *Separate* and Reader Platonic!Reader || Headcanons : BFF HC’s.

Trenderman x Reader || Headcanons : Famous Designer S/O

Jeff and Jane The Killer x Reader || Drabble : Jeff really likes you, but Jane (Your protective mama bear best friend) wont let him anywhere near you. 

Judge Claude Frollo x Fallen Angel!Reader || Headcanons : Fallen Angel S/O. 

Bill Sykes || A n y t h I n g 

Werewolf!Captain Hook, Clayton, Gaston, Frollo, Sykes, and Human!Professor Ratigan || Headcanons : Their first transformation after getting bitten. 

Sally Williams and Reader || Oneshot or Headcanons : Sally befriends a little girl ghost in Slender forest. 

Slender Brothers x Reader || Headcanons / Reactions : Reactions to falling in love. 

Yandere!Freddy Krueger and Beetlejuice x Uninterested!Reader || Headcanons or Drabbles : Reader is gonna say a firm ‘No thank you’, here. 

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I know you’re mostly JoexNicky, but would you consider writing AndyxBooker? My HC is that Booker pines hard for Andy. Lots of unrequited love potential. Sex is fine, but feelings are better.

Bold of you to assume I don’t ship ✨everything!✨ And unrequited love/pining???? Mmmmm yes, give me more!!! Ok, here’s some depressing Booker x Andy pining for you anon 💜

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Love Like a Dying Flame

Booker wasn’t an idiot. Ok well, maybe when it came to some things, but not this. He had no delusions about Andy. He may not have been around to meet Quynh or see her and Andy together. But he’d heard enough, mostly from Joe, to know that there was an insurmountable wall between him and Andy.

Booker would never expect Joe or Nicky to move on with anyone else should one of them die or be lost. So, why would Andy, whose relationship with Quynh had lasted twice as long as Joe and Nciky’s had so far, be any different? 

He knew Andy could never love him. Not when Quynh was still dying and invading his dreams every night. But it didn’t matter what he knew he couldn’t have, he also knew he couldn’t help but hope that someday she could see him as more than just another soldier. After all, they did have- had- all the time in the world.

When his wife and sons had all been laid to rest and the reality of facing eternity alone set in, Booker had all but lost hope. Even now, hope was a small candle at the other end of the infinite cave that was his mind. There seemed to be an eternity of darkness between himself and that flickering candle, and often he would lose sight of it completely. 

Then Booker would return from death with Andy’s face inches from his own. She’d say something like ‘ Come back to me’ and press her forehead to his as he rocked through the painful aftershocks of healing. In those moments, the flickering flame felt more like a bonfire.

Those moments fueled him. And kept him alive. Perhaps his body would have soldiered on regardless. But Andy was the one who kept the tatters of his soul tethered to earth.

He had vomited after he touched himself and thought of Andy instead of his wife for the first time. The guilt of betraying his wife had been overwhelming even 40 years after her death. But she was gone, and it hurt too much to think of her so long after she had left him. So his thoughts turned to Andy. It took time, but eventually he stopped like an adulterer. No, now he just felt like a creep. 

Joe knew something was up. Booker was sure of it. There had been more than one instance where Booker had caught himself staring at Andy only to shake himself out of it and earn a sad smile from his friend. Joe never said anything of course. That wasn’t the kind of friendship he and Joe had. But there was not a doubt in Booker’s mind that Joe knew.

Booker tried to keep his feelings in check, to rationalize them away. He tried to distract himself and sleep with random women as often as he needed to. And for a while, it worked.

But, in the last few decades it had gotten much much worse.

Toronto, 1951. 

The four of them were clearing out an illegal arms dealer and Andy had handed Booker a fully loaded Beretta mere seconds after he had fired his last shot. It was the first time anyone had anticipated his needs in battle before. Nicky and Joe, constantly had each other covered, and at times even Andy. But never Booker. Not before this time.

After that they quickly became a team. Their own sub-unit to mirror Joe and Nicky. And they made a pretty good team in a fight. It certainly wasn’t as effortless as Nicky and Joe fighting together, but it worked. Or at least it had worked.

The flame still disappeared from time to time, but after every fight or battle where he and Andy had traded blows on the same enemy, or one of them had killed someone about to make a killing strike on the other, the candle would come into view, still far away. But there.

Columbia, 1983. 

He and Andy were helping to escort a group of refugees over the border into Panama. Booker had been on watch, Andy nodding off beside him. Both of their backs against a large tree, the people they were protecting sleeping in the clearing in front of them. Andy’s head had slumped over onto Booker’s shoulder as she finally let sleep take her. 

He knew it meant nothing, not in the way he wanted it to. She was tired and his shoulder was as good a place as any. In any case it clearly had not been a choice, she had practically passed out from exhaustion. Still he couldn’t ignore how good it felt to know that Andy trusted him enough to let her guard down like this.

The flame in his mind burned a little brighter after that.

Busan, 2005.

Joe and Nicky had become trapped in a collapsed and still on fire apartment building. Nicky had run in with no plan as soon as he heard shouts coming from inside. Of course Joe had followed him in without hesitation.

Andy and Booker stayed outside, helping people who made it out, even catching a woman who had jumped from the third floor. Booker had broken multiple ribs when he broke her fall.

When the building had come crashing down with Joe and Nicky still inside, Booker had started to rush the building, intending to find his friends. Dig them out by hand if need be. But Andy had stopped him.

She grabbed his hand and stared directly in his eyes.

“Don’t.” she had said simply. Her voice was low and dry.

He had never seen her look so scared, not up to that point. It was the first time he had seen her cry. Not tear up, but actually cry. 

He sat with her as the firefighters and police pulled body after body from the rubble, including Joe and Nicky. She had held his hand the entire time. He still didn't understand what about that fire, which was far from the first or the last they had faced, had broken her so completely that night.

The smoldering flames of the wrecked building matched the ones in his mind. He could feel them on his face, and behind his eyes. He could feel them in the pit of his stomach.

And Now?

Booker wasn’t really sure what to think anymore. It couldn’t be healthy to pin all his love and hope on a person who didn’t return the feelings. And it wasn’t fair to Andy. Booker found it difficult to pull himself out of his depression long enough to really consider what was or wasn’t fair though.

He had spent 150 years second guessing every action Andy took. Always wondering if the reason she chose to sit next to him on every couch and helicopter was because Joe and Nicky were joined at the hip and she had no other choice. 

God. He felt like a child, jealous at who’s team he was chosen for in some schoolyard game. Not that he could remember what, if any, games he had played as a child.

Or perhaps the reason she chose him over Joe and Nicky wasn’t because he was the only one left, but because it was him. Sebastien le Livre. This selfish, fucked up, mess of a man, who loved his friends even as he cursed them for their happiness. Even as he made the choice to betray them to find his own peace.

He would never be able to forgive himself for what he had done to Andy. He would never know if his gunshot had been the one that flipped some invisible switch on her mortality. And now he would likely never see her again.

His grief had grown so terrible, his self loathing so all encompassing that he stopped being able to feel that flame in the back of his mind. And now he feared he would never feel it again. Doomed to wallow for eternity, mourning all the loves he had lost over the course of his never ending life.

Two months after his exile began he stopped dreaming of Quynh. He bitterly thought that if he had been able to wait just a few more months before making the worst mistake of his life, he would have been able to be there when Andy finally mourned Quynh. Help her pick up the pieces. 

He hated himself for that being his first reaction. He was a selfish piece of shit and he deserved to never see her again. She was better off without him.

No instead he had gotten word to Copley to try and discreetly let Nile know that her dreams of Quynh stopping wasn’t normal. Andy deserved to know.

When he stumbled into his apartment in Paris, absolutely gone on cheap cognac, He was determined to live the entire century drunk. He sobered up as soon as his door pushed open without needing it’s key though. 

He pulled his gun, stepped into the room, and saw the absolute last thing he had ever expected to see.

Standing before him was the woman whose face he knew better than his own, the only face he knew better than Andy’s.

“Booker.” Quynh cooly said. 

She poured herself a glass of water, and added, “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

He stood, frozen in disbelief, gun still pointed at Quynh. When a single small thought crept into his mind.

This was his chance, wasn’t it? If he couldn’t have Andy, which he had started to make peace with these last six months. Maybe returning something precious to her would end his exile early and allow him to at least be near her during the final years of her life.

Somewhere in the back of Booker’s mind, a small flame flickered to life.

((Available on AO3 as well, link on my tumblr 💜))

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A Mosaic Review

Mosaic's Paul Desmond Box Set: "one of the top reissues of 2020."

Scott Yanow has shared his review of Mosaic's latest Paul Desmond box set, appearing in the October issue of the New York City Jazz Record, which appears in its entirety below: The Complete 1975 Toronto Recordings Paul Desmond By Scott Yanow In a word association game, the name Paul Desmond would always be followed by that of Dave Brubeck. Desmond was the alto-saxophonist in the Dave Brubeck Quartet during 1951-67, had been part of the earlier Brubeck Octet, and enjoyed occasional reunions with the pianist during the decade up until he passed away in 1977 at the age of 53. Both his first and his final gigs were with Brubeck. Besides adding a great deal of warmth and wit to Brubeck’s music, Desmond gave him his greatest hit, “Take Five”. After the classic Dave Brubeck Quartet broke up, Desmond was less active but still played brilliantly whenever he led his own occasional record dates, guested with others, or toured with his former boss. He only led one significant group of his own during his final decade, a quartet with three Canadians: guitarist Ed Bickert, bassist Don Thompson and drummer Jerry Fuller. If one does not count 1974’s Pure Desmond (which had Desmond, Bickert, bassist Ron Carter and drummer Connie Kay), a bootleg CD of a later festival performance from 1976, and three songs that were filmed in late-1975, that quartet’s entire musical legacy until now was captured on three albums, all from 1975: Like Someone In Love (Telarc), Paul Desmond (Artists House), and Live (A&M Horizon). Mosaic’s latest limited-edition box set has seven CDs by the Desmond Quartet. In addition to the 19 pieces from the trio of albums, there are 32 previously unreleased performances. The music was recorded live by Don Thompson at Toronto’s Bourbon Street during the group’s engagements of Mar. 25-29 and Oct. 26-31, 1975. To the casual observer, seven CDs of music by a quartet may seem a bit excessive, but in reality every note played by Paul Desmond was special. He had a beautiful floating tone on alto that sounded unlike anyone else. Desmond was one of the very few altoists of his generation (along with Lee Konitz and Art Pepper) who did not sound like a close relative of Charlie Parker. Desmond’s thoughtful style was quite original with one idea leading logically to the next no matter how long the solo. Somehow every note fit, even when he was using his wit to quote other songs, and he always sounded relaxed, even when the tempo was fast. In his own groups, whether it was his recordings with Jim Hall or live performances, Desmond always used a guitarist rather than a pianist (a recorded live set with the Modern Jazz Quartet was a rare exception) and he much preferred having a drummer who kept steady time than one who was an overly stimulating accompanist waiting for his solos. Ed Bickert was a melodic guitarist with a clear tone and a style that was complementary to Desmond’s. Don Thompson gets to solo on nearly every number but he keeps his improvisations concise and never loses the momentum of the performance. Jerry Fuller proved to be a quietly supportive drummer; he does not get a single solo but does his job well. Since the music on the Mosaic box is taken from 11 different nights, there are some repeats of titles with “Things Ain’t What They Used To Be” being heard four times, but the solos of Desmond and Bickert are quite different during each version. The final seven performances by the quartet from Oct. 30-31 are a bit different because Bickert had to return home when his father passed away. Valve trombonist Rob McConnell, who otherwise never recorded with Desmond, is in his place. He fits in well with the group but Desmond’s solos are briefer than on the other dates and some of the musical magic is missing. The “new” material on the Mosaic release is on the same level as the three previous released albums, the recording quality is excellent, and Desmond sounds consistently inspired by his sidemen. Whether performing “Line For Lyons”, “Emily”, “Wave”, “East Of The Sun”, “Just Squeeze Me”, “Tangerine”, or “Take Five”, Paul Desmond is heard at the top of his game throughout this wonderful set. This is one of the top reissues of 2020 and, since it is a limited-edition release, do not hesitate to pick one up soon. Mosaic MD7-269 Paul Desmond, alto; Ed Bickert, guitar; Don Thompson, bass; Jerry Fuller, drums Too Marvelous For Words; Line For Lyons; Emily; It Could Happen To You; Just Squeeze Me; I Wish I Knew; I Should Care; Audrey; Just Squeeze Me; Meditation; Tangerine; Darn That Dream; Nuages; Like Someone In Love; Things Ain’t What They Used To Be; Line For Lyons; Wendy; Too Marvelous For Words; When Sunny Gets Blue; Audrey; Darn That Dream; Take Five; Tangerine; Wave; It Could Happen To You; Emily; Line For Lyons; When Sunny Gets Blue; Things Ain’t What They Used To Be; Just Squeeze Me; All the Things You Are; Autumn Leaves; Wave; I’ve Got You Under My Skin; Nuages; East Of The Sun; Let’s Get Away From It All; Line For Lyons; Just Squeeze Me; My Funny Valentine; Mean To Me; Wendy; Things Ain’t What They Used To Be; Wendy; Wave; Things Ain’t What They Used To Be; Nancy; Manha De Carnaval; Here’s That Rainy Day; My Funny Valentine; Take Five 8:11:31 For more information, visit www.mosaicrecords.com. Thanks for sharing, Scott. For more info, and to order your set, go here.

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PERDITION, NV POPULATION 1,974

Sitting stubbornly in the southern tip of Nevada, Perdition is 111 miles north of Las Vegas in rocky, sparsely habited Lincoln County. It sits in a scorched valley between the South Pahroc Range and the Delamar Range. Big Rock Wilderness stands directly north, across highway 93, so from any point in town you can see the teeth of jagged desert mountain ranges jutting up from the horizon. Its population is a small and ever-shrinking 1,974. Despite the harsh surroundings, a variety of flora and fauna surround the small town, digging out life from the feet of the mountains. Mesquite, creosote, greasewood, yucca, and more than 30 varieties of cacti dot the landscape. Sheep, foxes, coyotes, bats, wild horses, owls, tortoises and reptiles are among the hundreds of species co-existing in the rugged landscape. Check your shoes before heading out the door: three different types of scorpions live in the deserts of Nevada. Emergency rooms are also frequented by those bitten by local snakes: sidewinders, the Great Basin rattler, the western diamondback, and kingsnakes are all venomous and common.

WEATHER & CLIMATE SOUTHWESTERN USA

Perdition enjoys highs from 100 degrees in the summer to as low as 50 degrees in the winter. On average, they get 159 days of sunshine year-round. It is a semi-arid climate with very little precipitation.

NEIGHBORHOODS & RESIDENCES

King’s Canyon Estates - Home to the ever-shrinking upper echelon of Perdition, patrolled by a security guard and watched by hawkish blue bloods out of gleaming windows. The lawns are unsettlingly green and the manses are polished and opulent. Rebel Creek - Perdition residents call this run-down, burnt-out neighborhood ‘the wrong side of the creek’. Populated by shotgun houses and a few poorly maintained trailers, Rebel Creek is where the down-and-out lurk. As more of the city falls on hard economic times, more residents find themselves washed up here. It’s not advised to walk through at night. Steptoe Terrace Apartments - Close to downtown, reasonably priced, utilitarian. Nothing fancy, not run down; lived-in. It’s a step up from Rebel Creek, at least. Sunridge Court - Middle class Perdition residents live here in their modest but well-built houses and small but pleasantly tended yards. It’s close to the schools, the small city library, and most of downtown proper. Alta Vista - ATLAS employees have brought an unusual white-collar wealth to Perdition, driving up property values and forcing some people out of their homes altogether. This new development sprung up shortly after the ATLAS compound’s arrival, built on land wrenched from the impoverished hands of ranchers and homeowners on the outskirts of Perdition. Eminent Domain and skyrocketing property taxes have left a small but not insignificant portion of residents relocating to Steptoe and Rebel Creek, unable to afford to rebuild and unwilling to move away from the town their families have called home for so many generations.

PERDITION PROPER & LOCAL BUSINESSES

City Hall - The administration building of local municipal government, like everything in Perdition, has seen better days. Not many folk in town are particulalry pleased with their mayor, but no one ever seems to run against him. Sheriff’s Department & Perdition Jailhouse - Sheriff’s office, a small dispatch office, and a few jail cells for penning any rowdy drunks from the Widowmaker. Red Rock Elementary School - Pre-k - grade 6 Perdition High School - Grades 7 - 12, home of the Fighting Mules! Pike’s Food & Drug - The only grocer & pharmacy in town, owned by the Pike family, six-generation Perdition locals. It’s a snapshot in time, especially the functioning-and-fully-stocked cigarette vending machine and the soda fountain that’s still in service. Golden Oasis Casino - With the promise of a major highway to connect Perdition to the rest of the world, eager investors saw dollar signs and poured piles of money into a brand new casino in 1952. When the highway development fell through and the money dried up, it decayed into what it is today: a place for locals to pull the creaky levers on old penny slots and ignore the indoor smoking ban. Silver Strike Diner - While its silvery accents and vinyl booths are dinged and sunbleached, the food is just as good as when the Silver Strike opened in 1950. Cheap, greasy, open 24/7. The jukebox hasn’t worked since 2002. The Widowmaker - This saloon, built in 1902 and originally named The Silver Dollar Saloon, stands right on the edge of Rebel Creek and decent society. It’s an utter dive: dark, dingy, cheap, and rowdy. Look out for bar fights and pickpockets. Sandman Motel - Its peeling-paint neon sign can be seen from the highway, a symbol of bygone days (and missing the ‘T’ on one side). You have to be pretty desperate to stay here; all-sorts roll in off the highway to rent out these rooms. Last Chance Gas - Local gas station open 24/7 selling cold beer, cigarettes, essentials, and lotto tickets. It’s the ‘last chance for gas’ for the next 100 miles down America’s Loneliest Highway.

OUTER PERDITION & SURROUNDING WILDERNESS

Professor Chromium’s Monster Museum & Creature Feature! - Just off Highway 50! Come, be amazed! Mysterious creatures great and small from the world over; creatures as you’ve never seen! In the time-honored tradition of now-defunct circus freak shows, Professor Chromium’s Monster Museum is a sprawling old warehouse made into a maze of clever taxidermy, creative Frankensteining of stuffed creatures, jars of mysterious claws and limbs. Locals serve as tour guides for tourists and cashiers at the wildly overpriced gift shop stuffed with kitschy souvenirs. Some even say a few of the creatures are genuine horrors, but who would believe them? Perot Mine - There’s a saying around town, and it’s ‘all the money in Perdition comes from Perot’. The mine opened for operation in 1902 when prospectors were hunting for new veins as the mine in Delamar had been providing dwindling returns for a few years before the fire ravaged the town in 1900. William Perot founded the mine and the town of Perdition sprung up nearby. All of high society in Perdition is related to, or married to, a Perot. It employs a huge portion of the Perdition population, but its returns are now dwindling, too. Quarter after quarter, less and less gold and silver ore has been hauled out of Perot. There are whispers of lay-offs on the horizon and even the upper crust of Perdition is starting to get nervous. Perdition Uranium Mine & Mill - from 1951 to 1968, a uranium mining boom swept across America. Spurred by the Atomic Energy Commission and the Cold War, Nevada was a focal point for substantial uranium prospecting and mining. Just outside Perdition, a uranium mine and mill cropped up, employing hundreds of locals and bringing an additional economic boom to the small town in addition to the long-standing gold mine. It was shuttered in 1972, boarded up, and now stands as an ugly relic littered with radioactive warning signs all along the perimeter. Curious teenagers have gone missing inside, and sometimes strange noises can be heard across the flat desert from within its neglected depths. The ATLAS Compound - In 2015, after a flurry of federally funded construction activity behind high chain link fence, a collection of bureaucratic government buildings cropped up like a deposit of hard, shiny minerals along the horizon just outside of town, near the old Perdition Uranium Mine and Milling site. Its perimeter is gated and the gatehouse is always manned by armed guards. This government compound includes a huge lab, offices, and a medical wing. Officially, it is designated as an arm of the Department of the Interior. Delamar - A ghost town dubbed ‘The Widow-maker’ due to deadly dry milling techniques that killed dozens and dozens of the men who worked at the Delamar mine. Established in 1891, the mine operated lucratively until 1900 when nearly the entire city burned to the ground. After a difficult recovery, the mine closed in 1909 and by 1914 the town was abandoned. Nothing but the skeleton of old buildings and lingering ghosts remain in Delamar. Big Rock Wilderness - Fully encompassing the southernmost portion of the South Pahroc Range, this gorgeous national park includes steep and jagged mountains, canyons and an expansive field of large, jumbled boulders loved by rock climbers all over the state. Recreational opportunities include climbing, camping, hiking, horseback riding and hunting.

[holidaywishes]

Why I HATE The Muppet Christmas Carol

So I was watching The Muppet Christmas Carol today and realized, I’d never actually seen it before. I thought I had but, upon watching it, realized none of it looked familiar. What I really noticed about 10 minutes into the movie was how much I hated it and, once it ended, I thought “surely I can’t be the only one?”

Well according to Google, I’m in the vast minority. In fact, this article from the Independent has the exact opposite take on it. So, I thought I’d take to Tumblr to really air out my frustrations.

I should point out here that I watch A Christmas Carol every year and I watch the stage play almost every other year it seems. While I love the original 1938 version, the 1951 version with Alastair Sim is my favourite and I feel I’m a bit of a “purist” or “traditionalist” because of all this. That being said, let’s get into it:

Let’s start at the top, shall we?

Listen, I realize this movie is made for kids but having these two stupid Narrator Muppets follow Scrooge around to provide “colour commentary” is completely unnecessary. Yes, different renditions of the film have narrators, with 2009 having Cratchit in that role, but they usually aren’t there for the entire thing. It’s usually just the start and end.

Next up, those damn Marley Ghosts. First of all, there was only ONE MARLEY. There weren’t brothers. It wasn’t The Marley’s were dead to begin with. It was: Marley was dead to begin with. I get taking liberties but you can’t just add a second Marley like it’s nothing. Not when the entire STORY that Dickens wrote hinged on Marley and Ebenezer being BESTIES and business partners.

Let’s talk about all the songs. A Christmas Carol was not and is not a Musical. There shouldn’t be anything but actual Christmas Carols in any of the depictions. I hate it. Like with a burning passion. Every time any of the characters started to sing, I rolled my eyes. It didn’t need to be done, no matter how cute the song was. Sorry not sorry. Especially the Marley Ghosts song, like just stop. Why do you exist? Just stop.

You know what really grinds my gears with this movie? It has NO DEPTH. They managed to take out all of the parts of the story that made Scrooge’s change of heart so meaningful. They took out it’s grit and made it seem like Ebenezer Scrooge was always a miser which wasn’t the case. They made it seem like he hated his nephew for no reason, just that he was silly for falling in love and getting married and loving Christmas. WHAT HAPPENED TO HIS SISTER? Fanny loved Ebenezer and Ebenezer loved his sister, so much so that when she died giving birth to his Nephew, Fred, he blamed him for it and it caused Scrooge great pain to see the boy all grown up knowing that his sister wasn’t able to. So, when he finally has his change of heart at the end, he has to address his sisters death. It’s integral to his development. Without it, he just fears his death and feels for Tiny Tim but his feelings for his Nephew wouldn’t have changed. His wanting to be in his Nephew’s life would still be for selfish reasons, nothing more. What about the kids that hid under the Ghost of Christmas Presents robe? Ignorance and Want? Sure, it wasn’t a huge deal for this depiction, but it was in the original story so why take it out? It adds a much needed bridge from Ghosts of Christmases Present to Yet To Come so you can understand how bleak the future would be if Scrooge doesn’t change his ways. Then there’s Belle. Who makes a brief appearance but there’s no grit to her. She’s so one dimensional. The fact that they took out the line “a new idol has replaced me/I release you, Ebenezer,” truly pissed me off. Like just let her have the upper hand for a second to add some tension. The tears just didn’t come from any scene in this movie the way it did with all the others.

Fozziwig and Mom’s... Why? Just why? Mrs. Fezziwig, being the wife of Mr. Fezziwig, made for some great comedic relief. The two of them as a couple are boisterous and very much in love and the scene was full of life. As a mother and son it just had nothing to offer. Literally, I don’t think Mrs. Fozziwig actually speaks so she’s pointless in this version whereas in other versions she pokes fun at Mr. Fezziwig and it’s adorable.

Next? Obviously, Miss Piggy being Mrs. Cratchit. Particularly that part where she eats a bunch of chestnuts even though they have a family of five and are supposed to have enough for everyone. Mrs. Cratchit would never!

There’s more that I hate but these are the things that really annoyed me. My main thing, I guess, is that if you’re going to adapt a classic Christmas story, why would you change so much of it that takes away from the moral of the story? I don’t know. Maybe it is just me, maybe it’s because I have such a soft spot for the originals even though I grew up with the Muppets...

I recommend watching the 1938 version and the 1951 version because Alastair Sim is a f***ing gem. Then if you want more, watch the 2009 Animated version with Jim Carey but also! Ebbie, which is a made for TV version with a female Scrooge, is really good. Also, I recommend watching The Man Who Invented Christmas because it’s like the back story of how Dickens wrote the story.

What do you think? Do you agree with the Independent or with me? Let me know! I’m actually super interested to hear everyone’s thoughts.

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Genii’s Junk (1 part) – A tale of the Bizarre Borderland

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GENII’S JUNK

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De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)

© 2014 by Glen Ten-Eyck

2581 words

Writing begun 06/19/14

From an idea by Alte Seely, who wondered what a Bizarre Borderland junk yard would be like.

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There were a few old, gnarled trees out in front. The building itself was totally unremarkable. Just an old, cheap sheet metal structure. The peeling, sun-faded sign read “Genii’s Junk – Worth anything or not, I buy it or sell it. If you need it, I have it. But it may need work!”

I parked in the shade of one of the trees and strolled into the slight gloom of the cool interior. There were dozens of racks holding the multitude of things that Genii wanted to keep out of the weather. The sun in Border County is infamous for destroying anything that it shines on, if it shines long enough.

It had obviously not shone on Genii enough to do any harm! Lovely young looking lady. Appearances are deceiving. She is lovely enough to look at, yes. Young? Define your terms. I know for a fact that she helped to found the Ottoman Empire. Lady? Try calling her human if you want an earfull of excellent profanity without a single sleazy four letter word.

Like everyone in North or South America, if you trace back far enough, there are immigrants in the woodwork. Genii is one, sort of. She has been in the same location since at least 1530. That is the year, not the time on a 24 hour clock.

She told me herself that Cortez was one cranky customer.

Today, there was a slight individual with a large head hidden by a bigger hat at the counter. Genii had the oscilloscope and a big, hundred function multimeter out on the counter and three big power leads with clamps and adapters.

A long, too many jointed finger pointed at a stud on the device sitting on the counter. His (?) somewhat squeaky voice demanded, “Positive One go here! Not over there, stupid human!”

Genii’s lovely face curled into a snarl, showing her many fangs. “Watch who you call HUMAN, you gray trash!”

Settling some, she explained patiently, as if to a retarded three year old, “This is the anti-gee element of a 1942 Star Sweeper. From 1951 on, you are right. For any earlier models, if you want to do that test hookup, put your gold on the counter now. You will not be alive to give it to me later but you WILL have destroyed the unit.

“This is from one of the two that US Airforce took down outside of Roswell in 1947.” She turned to a LONG shelf of manuals and other books that sat on top of the massive number of scroll pigeon holes. Taking down a much thumbed manual, she expertly flipped through pages and pointed to a picture for the customer.

“There. Manufacturer’s Manual for the 1942 Star Sweeper. Hookup diagram and warnings…” The Gray examined the manual in something like shock.

“Where you get this? I give you two pound gold for it.”

With a sour expression Genii pointed over her shoulder at a sign in at least a hundred languages. One of them was the same as the one in the book. It read, “NO WRITTEN MATERIALS FOR SALE AT ANY PRICE!”

He (?) started to say something more, while trying to put the manual under his (?) coat. Genii, with a disgusted look, leaped over the counter like an acrobat. She hit the customer with both feet at shoulder level, flattening him (?). She took back the manual and hopped back across the counter to put it away.

She also took the device off the counter and lifted the oscilloscope back to its rack of test equipment.

The test leads and other gear went neatly back to their places. Brightening, she turned to me.

“What can I do for you today, Jimmy?”

Flipply I replied, “You could sell me your bottle, my dear, but I have heard a rumor that your personal home is not for sale.

“Actually, I was looking for a carpet. Something that isn’t a Belgian knock-off of a real carpet.”

Lighting up, she asked, “Hand loomed and knotted or machine made?”

“Hand knotted, I think, Genii.”

“What about a dubious one? I have one out on Aisle 34, about a four or five hundred yards down. I’ll loan you a yard wand to get you there. It is between the NC-2 and the De Haviland bomber. There is a rack there. I am sure that you will have no trouble finding it.

I snickered. “Anything on YOUR aircraft rows is fun. What do you have that is new to you?”

Genii grinned in delight. How about an X-B70? It needs a little work!”

I chortled, and asked, “Which aisle? I should have no trouble seeing a Valkyrie if it is anything like reassembled.”

Genii handed me a wooden pole with a wide bicycle type seat and handlebars on it. With a grin, she said, “Aisle 36! Have fun!”

Leaving the disgruntled Gray behind, I took the handlebars, activating the “Yard Stick” and took off. In only moments, I found the Aisle 34 marker and swooped around the turn, scooting down the Aisle.

The NC-2 was a great locator. The giant WW I sea-going biplane was totally intact. It had a 103 foot wingspan. For wood and wire technology there were few that ever matched its sheer size and NONE that could match it for range and load.

It was meant to launch in Maine and fly antisubmarine patrol all the way to the Florida keys, non-stop. The Great War ended before it and its three sister aircraft were finished.

Congress canceled the contract without payment. Curtis (the C of NC-2) went ahead and finished all four planes on their own dime, while Congressmen all got on the “They will never fly” and “defrauding the War Department” band wagons. When all four launched from the factory in Virginia and flew up to Maine, the world was astounded.

When they refueled, they took on as passengers those few Congressmen and Navy personnel still championing the NCs as practical aircraft. They then flew, non-stop to the Florida Keys, exactly as designed, except that they were carrying almost a 20% overload in passengers, instead of bombs and depth charges. That feat blew away the whole world at the time.

It also shut up the NC program critics more effectively than if they had been hit by the bombs that the planes were designed to carry. Congress quietly tried to pass Curtis the money that they were due, so that the US Navy could claim the aircraft.

Later, the four made a trans Atlantic Flight. The NC-1 disappeared in thunderstorms. Some wreckage was found. The NC-3 was forced down at sea. It was taxiing on only two engines when found. The tow to the Azores caused enough damage to the plane that it could not continue.

The NC-2 got to the Azores a day before the NC-4. It refueled. The weather being good, it took off for Lisbon and was never seen again. The NC-4 landed in the Azores, refueled and later landed safely in Lisbon harbor, the first airplane to fly the Atlantic. It is now in the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum.

I made a note to ask Genii how she managed to get the NC-2 and set my yardstick down by the rack of carpets. They followed that old law, 90% of everything is crap.

Genii, as usual, was right about it not being hard to find the one that she had spoken of. It had a clearly later, and phony, Antwerp label sewed on. The work had been carelessly done. The metal needle used to sew the label on had damaged the port side lift and control spells, unless my Pocket Dowse and Spell Strength meter was wrong. Judging by the fringe and warp damage, it must have been some crash.

As I rolled up the carpet and strapped it to the Yardstick, I heard a warning siren. It was coming from the vicinity of the X-B70, whose huge nose and forward canards jutted above the intervening aircraft.

No chance to look at it, then. I headed back in to the shop. I got there just before the unearthly scream of the six monster jet engines being fired up. It sounded like the X-B70 was a live bird. If Genii was going to that much trouble, she very likely had a cash customer for it. I wondered who it was.

Sometimes Genii would talk about customers and sometimes not. It was never wise to pry. There was someone new at the counter. The Gray was still there. Still complaining.

Genii turned her back on him and told him, “You are right. I did not sell to you. I will not sell to you. You tried to shoplift PRINTED MATERIAL from ME! I have not let any written things go since Caesar screwed up our deal and BURNED the Library at Alexandria! You have only seconds left to get out of here alive! Go!” She was reaching under the counter when the Gray left - - at a waddling run.

Turning to the new man at the counter, she smiled very professionally and asked, “Sorry about the scene, General. What can I do for the Air Force today?”

Self-importantly, he replied, “What was that? It sounded like a jet engine test!”

Serenely, which is a bad sign with Genii, because it means that she is absolutely certain of her legal footing, Genii replied, “It was. X B-70 engine test. Starboard #2 engine began to develop vibration, so we aborted the test.

“It is ALL covered in my salvage contract. Do you need a copy?”

Sourly, the General replied, “Why bother? You can’t sell it if it is operational. Mass weapon laws.”

Smiling with her fangs but not her lovely eyes, Genii replied, “Loophole big enough to fly a carpet through, General. If I am not selling it on Earth, the laws don’t apply. I am not selling it anywhere that you have any authority.”

Voice hardening and chilling some, like maybe a glacier, she asked, “Do you have any actual business here?”

“Where are those ten computer stabilization systems that we ordered!” More a demand than a question. Bad way to make points with Genii.

Her face froze. “I have been forced to cut off all credit to the United States Armed Services. Proper notices were sent according to the contract. The reason given is failure to render payment of the agreed form or amount. Further, the Military Procurement Office has sent formal notice of refusal to pay and stated that I will receive only 1/10th of the outstanding total and that only by a check drawn on the Government.

“This has totally canceled our contracts and agreements. I filed a notice of repossession for all of the following items.”

She fished out a file box and gave the thunderstruck general a list. She also handed him a file of correspondence.

“That file and notice are copies of the originals. You may keep them or return them. Neither you nor any other armed service gets anything until I have my gold on the counter.”

I will give the General this. He took the whole file and settled himself at a large table. He began at the front and started working though it. Soon he was on a cell phone.

I was walking beside the Yardstick, guiding it with the handlebars. I brought it up to the counter and asked, “Got a Merlin S-multimeter, Genii? I want to check this out pretty carefully. I am certain that this is a Second Caliphate carpet but as near as my Pocket Dowse can show, the counterfeit label was sewed in with an Iron or Steel needle.

“Looks like that caused the control failure that made it crash.” I shook my head at foolishness. “Can you believe knowing enough to get a carpet like this and then sewing in the phony label for tax dodging with a steel needle? It shorted or blew out all the port side lift and control spells.”

Genii grinned hugely which showed off her big fangs wonderfully. She hopped across the counter again. She had five different willow wands and a very well worn Merlin in her hands.

She helped me to unroll the carpet. I showed her the weave and fringe damage that led me to think that the carpet had collided with something pretty solid at high speed.

Genii nodded agreement and plugged the biggest of the wands into the Merlin. Between us, we made sure that the original starboard spells were all intact.

The port side was a total loss. Between that steel needle and the impact damage that distorted the weave, and with it the spells, it was going to have to be totally reworked from fringe to fringe.

She looked up, shaking her head. “I got this out of the Lord Carleton Estate. I just paid a flat fee for it all. I was pretty sure of what this was but that was a LOT of stuff to sort. Drove my Yard Imps nuts.

“I just set it over in aircraft and hoped for the best. You lucked out, Jimmy. This IS a genuine and restorable Second Caliphate. I already have it priced.

“Yours for only five ounces.” She grinned again. I may be weird but I like Genii’s grin, fangs and all. She was holding out her hand.

Like a true gentleman, I dropped in three one troy ounce Krugerands and two Chinese Pandas. Genii, being Genii, closed her hand about them. When she opened it, the coins were gone and a receipt was in their place. It looked for all the world like a magic trick. Which it was. Real. Not slight of hand.

With the General expostulating fiercely into his phone in the background, Genii helped me roll the carpet snugly and secure it with straps for transport.

Carpet over my shoulder, I walked to the door. Looking out, the Gray and a companion were going over my rig, big jumper cables in hand.  They were trailing down from the nearly antique Type A saucer hovering overhead,. They were trying to find the hookup points for a jump-start. One was gabbling in Gray, “No Anti-gravity! How it fly?”

Door partly open, I called back inside, “Genii! The Grays are trying to swipe my rig from your parking lot!”

Snaring her fiercest, Genii came barreling out past me. She had what looked like a shotgun in hand. The double boom sounded like a shotgun all right. The result was not your normal shot shell hit on the tough hull alloy of the Type A saucer overhead.

The blue fire blast was something to behold. A visible hole about a foot across started to trail smoke most impressively. The saucer tilted some and sailed across Genii’s Yard Fence. A few moments later the array of crashes and the crunch of failing metal announced the end of the saucer, and probably, some expensive junk. The Grays ran like rabbits while Genii was reloading. Definitely not normal shotgun ammo.

I stowed my find and climbed under the cloth sunshade of my rig and, taking out my control wand, lifted my old Mohgul Carpet and took off for home. As I flew, I reflected that if Genii had lost some junk in the crash, she had gained a whole, nearly intact Type A saucer for salvage. I think that she was going to come out ahead. As usual.

–THE END–

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Tomie Head Canon Extravaganza

"'Don't talk about life or death,' she said. 'I've had enough of both.'" - The Waterboys, “A Girl Called Johnny” (1983)

I haven’t actually seen one of these floating around, and most of this is honestly just kind of fic material, but I figured I’d go ahead and just put up a general mapping of Tomie’s personal history that I recently sat down and came up. While it will be used for my own stories, anyone is free to use aspects of it if they so wish for their own stuff (RP, etc.), and while I understand some might be turned off by ‘explaining the monster’ given Ito’s penchant for not giving his audiences explanations, it was a fun mental exercise.

(Unknown who the original artist is, but I believe they’ve deleted their Tumblr account since making it)

Family History

“Gonna hang myself from my family tree.” - Sparks, “In My Family” (1974)

The Kawakami family’s origins lie in the southern half of Japan in what is modern day Shimane prefecture before they traveled further south to the port of Nagasaki, where for much of their history they remained as a family of fishermen. In 1588, they were among the first to be converted by the Portuguese at their diocese in the region, a faith that Tomie’s father maintained up until his death in 1974. Her mother’s family, the Hashimotos, had historically always been soldiers and could trace her ancestry to samurai in the employ of the Tokugawa shogunate in the city of Sagamihara in Kanagawa prefecture. 

Her father, Abraham Kawakami (1937-1974) - Japanese Christians oftentimes adopt Western names or will utilize both a traditional one as well as another and there was no way I was missing out an opportunity to have her dad’s name mean ‘father of many’ - was part of the country’s noveau riche that had sprung up during the post-World War II American occupation that benefited with the abolition of the aristocracy and breaking up of the zaibatsu following their nation’s defeat. The Kawakami family under the enterprise of Abraham’s dad, Peter, changed professions and began a steel plant back in their old homeland of Shimane, based out of Tokyo. With an eager foreign backer ready to help rebuild the islands to prevent the spread of Communism, Peter’s competitiveness and aggressive but fair business practices led his family to wealth virtually overnight. Despite this, Peter always had poor health throughout his life and was really only building an empire so that his son might take over in his stead after he passed on. His mother, Mary (also descended from a line of Japanese Christians), was a homemaker and did not adjust well to being a CEO’s wife, preferring to avoid functions as much as she could

Tomie’s mother, Chouko Hashimoto (1932-present), was one of the most popular actresses - and sex symbols - in the 1950s and 1960s in Japan, starring in everything from TV shows, movies, and even radio programs, getting her start in the 1951-1957 historical soap opera, How Silent Fall the Cherry Blossoms, set during the Meiji Restoration at just 19. Chouko’s, and Tomie’s, good looks are somewhat genetic as her father, Toshiro Hashimoto, was a prestigious pilot for the Imperial Japanese Army Air Service and was known for appearing in news broadcast reels as propaganda for the war due to his clean cut, handsome appearance. He did not live to see the end of the war, however, and his plane was shot down during opening hours of the Battle of Okinawa (April 1, 1945). Though she would always deny it publicly in interviews, her radio body of work was directly inspired by her mother’s, Ai, role as a ‘Tokyo Rose’ during the final days of the war (a term used by Americans to refer to female Japanese broadcasters fluent in English who tried to goad them into deserting the armed services). 

Despite Peter’s religiosity, it was something that only came intermittently to Abraham. Scarred by the destruction of Hiroshima and Nagasaki at the war’s end, for a long time he was a lapsed Catholic, and didn’t take going to church particularly seriously - a source of friction between his parents and himself. It also didn’t help that in his father’s waning years before losing his battle with stomach cancer, Abraham took to all sorts of debauchery and heavy drinking, the latter causing his own inner demons to unleash themselves for the rest of his short life.

Chouko and Abraham met at a Christmas party hosted by Kawakami Metals in Tokyo in the winter of 1968 and hit it off. Quickly seeing one another for casual hookups, the situation became much more serious in early 1969 when Chouko found out she was pregnant, and a marriage ceremony was quickly held to save public face for both parties (in Abraham’s case especially important as Peter had died not long into the new year and he had been confirmed by the board of his family’s company as the new CEO). Given Japanese social mores, it was effectively the end of Chouko’s career as she would be expected to retire and raise the baby, as well as any other she and Abraham might have in the future - something that greatly disappointed and angered her. 

Tomie was born on October 31, 1969 in Tokyo, Japan (this is a reference to her first appearance in the shoujo magazine Monthly Halloween, as well as being 18 years from that year, a safe bet to assume the first chapter’s story takes place in as there is no mention of DNA testing on her remains - something that became commonplace as part of police procedures roughly at around this time). 

Her baptized name is Anna - a diminutive of Hannah, ‘favor’ or ‘grace’ in Hebrew - was a name her dad would refer to as, but something her mother wouldn’t, and was a source of tension between the two of them (given she was not a Christian), something that became more important to Abraham in the wake of his dad’s passing. This is a reference to the movie Tomie: Forbidden Fruit; the bit about her family being Christian is a nod to a throwaway scene from Tomie: Beginning where she quotes the bible, of all things.

Though much more bearable when her father was alive, Chouko’s treatment of Tomie as a child was always one of general detachment and disinterest at best, something that grew into actual abuse once Abraham’s illness, alcoholism, caught up with him in 1974 when after a night of heavy drinking at a party hosted at his family’s home, ended up with him drowning in his own vomit, only to be discovered by a 5-year-old Tomie the following morning.

Despite never marrying again, Chouko mistakenly believed herself set for life as she had taken the Kawakami surname, and the company’s founding documents made provisions for the family to receive a cut of the profits once control had been turned over to the board of directors. Never one to manage money well, despite the stipend she received, she and Tomie eventually found themselves living barely above the poverty line.

Childhood

“Mama's gonna make all your nightmares come true. Mama's gonna put all her fears into you. Mama's gonna keep you right here under her wing. She won't let you fly, but she might let you sing. ” - Pink Floyd, “Mother” (1979)

Unlike the girl that the manga-reading public is familiar with, Tomie growing up was a much different character at first. Despite being photogenic, she had an incredibly shy nature that often meant she would not open up to others easily, something that ultimately evolved into outright being emotionally stunted due to the frequent and varying types of abuse she received at the hands of a mother who hated her, seeing her as the reason her future had collapsed.

With the idea that talking = being hurt seared into her, Tomie’s school life was not much better than being at home. Her beautiful appearance meant that girls were frequently jealous of being shown up by her and her reticent demeanor towards others meant that boys saw her as stuck up or seeing herself above them. With school administrations loathe to address bullying, Tomie was an easy target for her peers to pick on. This only served to further the idea in her mind that human beings are capable only of cruelty and that kindness by others is only as good as how much they believe it will benefit them to act that way.

Reiko Mizutani was Tomie’s first - and only - real friend. They met in middle school in their first year, with Reiko being the first person who ever tried to reach out to her and establish some kind of human connection. Despite many of her initial attempts being rebuffed, Tomie ultimately relented in the hopes she would finally be left alone, but quickly latched onto the other girl when it became apparent that someone, at last, was treating her well. Even if perhaps on some level she believed it was a lie, it was a worthwhile delusion to hold, making her the one exception to Tomie’s rule about mankind. She’s also the only victim of hers that Tomie has ever felt any kind of remorse in eating/absorbing.

Speaking of Reiko, her efforts at getting Tomie to come out of her shell are also the very same thing that set her on her eventual downward spiral. At first simply trying to avoid further harassment, it became readily apparent to Tomie that it was easy to get things out of others by using false promises or at least feeding them enough bread crumbs that they’d be strung along by her for no other reason than they felt she was attractive or they happened to be intimidated by her. The older she became, the worse she got, though she she always did spare Reiko her later attitude when they were in private together.

The positive feedback loop of being awful to others yet simultaneously cowing them never made much of a difference at home. Even if she could put on a brave act while at school, it didn’t matter when facing Chouko’s wrath. Tomie being on the receiving end of physical violence didn’t begin with men, it instead began with her mother hitting her for minor mistakes, using her firsts or the closes object to her. Tomie’s numerous ‘boyfriends’ often remarked that the only thing imperfect about her were bruises or scars.

There was nothing particularly special about her relationship with Yamamoto or Mr. Takagi; she’d cheated on those she’d been in relationships before, but it was the first time that it had ever blown up in Tomie’s face. Despite not caring much for Yamamoto personally, it was Takagi who made the first move, which Tomie did reciprocate (the signature mole underneath her eye vaguely reminded Takagi of a porn star he liked) and being middle-aged meant that his tenure at Tomie’s school gave him a bit of money to throw around for compensated dating.

Manipulative and cruel as she ended up becoming in spite of Reiko’s best efforts, Tomie’s fear that she was pregnant was correct: she was indeed with child and afraid of the consequences, not only from the rest of society, but her mother especially. His later status as a thrall of Tomie’s posing as her father on numerous occasions is meant to reflect his attempted shirking of responsibility.

It fudges with the time frame a bit, but Tomie’s (first) death was on July 13, 1987 occurred exactly one week when they were supposed to go on summer break and the events of the first chapter occurred shortly after class 1-B’s return in August.  (This date in particular was chosen as it’s inverse of Junji Ito’s birthday July 31).

Life After Death

“I don't want a cycle of recycled revenge, I don't want to follow Death and all of his friends." - Coldplay, “Death and All His Friends” (2008)

Despite being close to her father growing up, it turns out his conception of the afterlife was wrong - or at least not applicable to her. Tomie ended up in Meido, or the Buddhist version of hell with some Chinese folklore tossed in. After crossing the River Sanzu to proceed onto the afterlife, Tomie’s soul immediately faces problems from the underworld’s bureaucracy. Namely that her life was a complicated one and that’s seriously effecting their judgment on her fate. None of the kings present can decide on what to do with her or what level she should end up on. Her lecherous and selfish behavior is something that would’ve normally damned her... but the circumstances of her death shock them. Betrayed by not only her teacher, but a classroom that almost entirely hated her? It was clearly an unwarranted punishment from mortals, an idea that they balk at. However, what seals Tomie’s fate is that among those who betrayed her is someone whose life is relatively free of any kind of bad karma: Reiko. Unsure of what to do in extenuating circumstances such as this, the kings make their decision.

With no options left, they kick Tomie out of Meido and onto a diferent plane entirely: that of the more traditional Japanese afterlife, Yomi. This, too, is much like the Western conception of purgatory though without any kind of the fire or brimstone seemingly found in the former location. Meido’s judges have determined that the only being who has the right to see Tomie’s fate decided satisfactorily is the primordial goddess Izanami.

Izanami, annoyed that this trivial matter is being brought before her, almost does away with Tomie’s soul entirely but she stops her, mentioning that the two of them are kindred. Since Izanami’s bet with her brother-husband eons ago saw her committed to killing more humans than he could bring into the world, Tomie believes that the only sensible solution is to have someone working in the mortal realm who can help expedite the process of creating strife. After all, the terms and conditions of the bet were vague and there was no specification from either party that the same soul passing on had to be different. With that in mind, as well as having her own deep seated desire to hurt men, Izanami acquiesces.

Tomie lays out her terms: she will be allowed to return to life as an agent of Izanami’s on her own terms. She cannot die permanently though her physical body may be destroyed, will not age unless she wills it, luck must forever fall in her favor, and she can manipulate anyone she chooses. Izanami agrees since to her something like this is trivial and it allows her to get back at Izanagi, but she requires one last thing: proof that Tomie is willing to uphold her end of the bargain. To that end, Tomie offers her the soul of her just formed child as compensation and is allowed to return to earth, setting up the events of the original Tomie.

Abilities and Powers

“I thought that I was in heaven But I was sure surprised. Heaven help me, I didn’t see The devil in your eyes.” - Elvis Presley, “(You’re the) Devil in Disguise” (1963)

Functionally speaking, Tomie’s manipulation of others works like she were an emotional vampire: the other person must be emotionally vulnerable, just like she was when Reiko met her years ago, for her to have an ‘in.’ If at some point you ‘fall in love with her’ or are weak enough to be unable to resist her, there’s nothing you can do to rid yourself of her until it’s too late. This ability is also not based on sexual attraction either. “Orphan Girl” proves that she can manipulate people based on nothing more than platonic affection as well, so straight women or gay men can’t even consider themselves safe.

Tomie prefers to revive herself from her own body rather than absorbing others. There are a few reasons for that, but the foremost one is that it’s simply less taxing on her. The other is that occupying the same body means sharing the same soul as another, and this is the reason why Tomies who are generated in others are far less cooperative than those who come from Tomie Prime (for lack of a better term). Traits from the previous girl’s life often find themselves seeping into this new version of Tomie and it’s something she absolutely despises. 

Eating human flesh as a quicker way of healing herself is, obviously, not something she agreed to do, but something Izanami forced her to do as it 1) amused her and 2) didn’t want Tomie getting too arrogant about her newfound powers.

Despite what was mentioned above about Tomie’s preferred regeneration methods, there is a benefit to taking in those who aren’t her. Tomie’s memories function much like a cloud computing system - they’re all accessible by any of the ghost clones and still exist even in the inevitable death of those who’re using them. Similarly, skill sets that Tomie could gain such as being able to speak/read/write English fluently, learning how to be a stewardess, the intimate knowledge of a particular mathematician become hers once her mind mingles with another’s. Once again similarly to a vampire, though, Tomie must manipulate the girl into letting her absorb them into herself (seen arguably in the manga chapter “Hair” and a frequent subject of the Tomie movies). She does this, in true Hollywood movie monster fashion, by keeping all the souls of the girls she’s absorbed over the years (or men who’ve been manipulated by her and died) to further her own abilities’ growth, thus explaining why she seems to get stronger as the series progresses. They are collected in a place her mind can sink into once it’s damaged enough called the ‘In-Between Place,’ a kind of personal fiefdom she has in Yomi itself.

Her effect on men, or women, who become attracted to her is very similar to a heavy sleep, with few being able to recall any details of their experiences while under her sway, but going from relatively normal and functioning within society to raving lunatics hellbent on her murder.

Unlike characters such as Deadpool or Wolverine, Tomie isn’t immune to the pain of being hurt. Getting cut, stabbed, electroctued, drowned, beaten with an object, etc. all still feel just as horrible as they would to a regular human, it’s just that they aren’t permanent obstacles. 

Shintoism places a high premium on the phrase “cleanliness is next to godliness.” The worlds of the living and dead are not meant to intertwine and historically even people who so much as touched corpses like butchers, graveyard workers, etc. formed an underclass called burakumin who were treated as the dregs of society (and soft discrimination still continues to this day despite the Meiji reforms abolishing the shogunate’s caste system). Fire being one of the few things that kill Tomie is an extension of this idea, as a common superstition is that corpses that are buried or left to rot above ground can become haunts for evil spirits, but turning someone to ashes prevents that possibility. It’s her one Achilles’ heel due to the paradoxical nature of her origin.

Though Tomie occasionally refers to herself as a ‘demon,’ as I explained early on, this is not accurate: she’s a ghost, albeit a physical one. Calling herself an oni, though, is more of her cheekily referring to the idea that her purpose is, technically speaking, a divine one... just in a very twisted manner as oni are often in depictions of versions of the afterlife among Japan’s main religions of Shintoism and Buddhism acting as tormentors or obstacles to be overcome in some fashion.

Her luck powers are not readily apparent, usually not even to her, and they often simply just ‘happen’ rather than occur by her will. Whether it be from a traveler who just happens to pass by her, surviving something just long enough to spin it in her favor, etc. there’s usually an out for Tomie, especially as her strength grows.

Once she’s powerful enough, Tomie probably could use men to revive herself with - or even those who aren’t ethnically Japanese - but she’s not quite there yet.

Tomie doesn’t like for there to be too many copies of herself at any given time if she can help it. Not only does it put suspicion on her presence in multiple locations at once, it’s something of a mental drain on her to be split into so many different bodies at once.

Similarly, while she hypothetically could leave Japan and go abroad, Tomie doesn’t dare do so out of the fear that at least one version of herself will die for good as her magic might very well be tied to the land itself. But, again, if she were to grow stronger then who knows what she could do...

Miscellaneous

"...Look at me, I'm all the fishes in the sea." - Fiona Apple, “Daredevil” (2012)

If you scrape underneath the surface, there really isn’t much of Tomie from a personality perspective. Even with her immortality, she never really ever developed a personality or interests. In many ways she’s still the terrified little girl cowering underneath her sheets at night, wondering if her mother will find an excuse to hurt her. Her sociopathy is learned, not inherent, but she still lacks genuine interests other than hoarding wealth just the same.

That said, her demand of caviar and foie gras is something of a personal joke for her. They were Chouko’s favorite luxury food items and she would often lament that she could no longer afford them after Abraham’s death. Even after all this time, Tomie is using her powers to spite her mother by obtaining something she knows she can’t have.

Despite the fact she seems virtually fearless on the surface, outside of Chouko, Tomie has developed an intense entomophobia (fear of insects) and helminthophobia (fear of worms) ever since she returned to life. If she’s partially healed like, say, a decapitated head she can still feel something like a cockroach nibbling at her flesh. Despite this, she does feel a spiritual connection so to speak with their hardiness.

The only man she’s ever genuinely loved was her father. She’s less angry at him dying than she is of him leaving her alone with her mother. All others are expendable tools at best to further her own goals.

Her favorite flowers are lilies, owing to Abraham’s childhood nickname for her (also ironic symbolism as white lilies are a common item in funeral arrangements in Japan as symbols of death).

She probably does enjoy sex, but is almost certainly highly selective of which of her thralls gets the ‘honor’ of touching her in that way (though innuendo is likely employed by her to get those who are more hesitant than others to give in to her). Even if she does find her partner agreeable, she probably still puts him down anyway, but playing it off as a kink.

In a break with many other Tomie fans, I don’t particularly think she’s lesbian; I’d personally phrase her sexuality as “doom” more than anything else. Men are her ‘preference,’ if it can be termed that, to stomp their egos into the dirt and ruin their lives, but if employing her usual tricks on women is necessitated in some manner, she wouldn’t hesitate to do so. Any perceived gentleness towards them is more due to having to break down Japan’s traditional sexual mores and get them to lower their guard, however.

She sees herself as personally being above morality, hence why disturbing chapters like “Boy” portray her as being overly physical with someone much younger than herself, while in “Passing Demon” an 8-year-old copy sees no issue with trying to seduce someone much older. That kind of thing is for humans - something she doesn’t believe herself to be anymore.

That said, in the In-Between Place, Tomie has kept Reiko’s spirit ‘alive’ as best she can. Unlike its ‘roommates,’ it’s the closest thing to how she was in life that’s still possible for her in her prison. If there’s anyone other than her father that Tomie can said to have loved, it would probably be Reiko, and she’s the only person Tomie probably romantically had any affection for (not that she would recognize it as such).

The laugh she’s often portrayed as having, a light, airy thing meant to imitate a noblewoman’s speech pattern, is actually something she manufactured. Tomie’s laugh - still possible to coax out of her if you surprise her well enough - is extremely dorky, including snorting and all.

[urbanhermit]

Let’s ask the intercession of the saints of Ukraine — men and women who know the hearts of the Ukrainian people (and some of whom know the dangers of Russian aggression, having themselves fallen victim to it). Priest and Martyr Father Mykola Tsehelskyi was born on December 17, 1896, in the village of Strusiv, Ternopil District. In 1923 he graduated from the Theological Faculty of Lviv University. On April 5, 1925, Metropolitan Andrey Sheptytsky ordained him to the priesthood. He was a zealous priest who cared for the spirituality, education, and welfare of his parishioners. After the war, he was repressed by the Bolsheviks because he refused to convert to Orthodoxy. Father Tsehelskyi drank deep from the bitter cup of intimidation, threats, and beatings. On October 28, 1946, he was arrested, and on January 27, 1947, he was sentenced to 10 years’ imprisonment. He was deported to Mordovia, Russia, but his wife, three children, and daughter-in-law were taken to Russia’s Chytynska region. He lived in extremely horrid conditions, in a camp that was notoriously strict and cruel. He suffered from severe pain due to illness, but this did not break his strong spirit. He died a martyr for the faith on May 25, 1951, and is buried in the camp cemetery. “My dearest wife: the feast of the Dormition was our 25th wedding anniversary. I recall fondly our family life together, and every day in my dreams I am with you and the children, and this makes me happy I give a fatherly kiss to all their foreheads, and I hope to live honestly, behaving blamelessly, keeping far from everything that is foul. I pray for this most of all.” – From the letters of Father Mykola Tsehelskyi written in Mordovia. https://www.instagram.com/p/CbkADsQu9G5/?utm_medium=tumblr

[peter-parkers-backpack]

It Appears Barnes Has A Sister

Pairing: Peter Parker x Bucky’s sister!Reader

Genre: Fluff, little bit of angst

Request: Can you do an imagine where the reader is Bucky’s sister and her and Peter fall in love during civil war and try to hide it from Bucky?

Warnings: Language (sorry Cap), violence, using google translate for Romanian

A/N: Omg I’m soooooo sorry this is so late, I’ve been super busy lately. But, I hope you enjoy this.

A/N 2: Omg Tumblr crashed when I was writing this so I had to redo like half of it. Fml.

She didn’t remember much. Sometimes she would get little flashbacks of her parents faces, or of a family dinner. She was 15 when it happened, so naturally she didn’t have as much memory to loose.

They came in the night, so quiet that her parents didn’t even wake up. They didn’t know she was gone until the next morning. She didn’t remember the men’s faces much, just that they took her from her room in the middle of the night. The years after that were blurry, she remembered learning to fight, being taught new languages, and being locked up in a cage. But none of it was clear, it was like her memories shut down after they struck her in the back with a needle, and she fell asleep, trapped in her own mind for what seemed like decades.

(Y/n) Barnes woke up many years later, next to her brother in a small apartment. She didn’t know what was going on, why her and Bucky both had a metal left arm, or why people’s telephones had screens. But she went with it. She lived with her brother for a year, he explained HYDRA and how they brainwashed the Barnes siblings for many years.

There were a few people her age in the area, but (Y/n) didn’t make friends with them. After all that had happened, she didn’t trust many people. Though she wasn’t alone. Her and Bucky always had each other, and no one could come between them. 

But when his face was suddenly plastered all over the papers and some guy named Steve showed up, they went with him. They followed the familiar-looking man, and someone named Sam, who (Y/n) found to be funny in an assholeish way. When they explained to (Y/n) what was going on, and she didn’t hesitate in joining. Even against Bucky’s protests, saying she was only 15 and wasn’t ready. She convinced him, after reminding him that a) she was technically way older than 15, and b) even though she couldn’t remember her experiences with HYDRA, she remembered all they taught her, which includes combat training.

They let her fight, under one condition, she was their backup, and by no means would she be put on the front line. She could tell that Steve recognized her when he said that, and though he looked familiar, (Y/n) felt bad for not remembering him.

They told her to stay in a hotel while they were getting the new recruits. She decided to try and get some extra sleep, but try was the key word here. She found the walls to be very thin, as she heard someone next door speaking loudly. No one was responding so she assumed he was on the phone. 

(Y/n) waited for him to stop, but eventually she grew tired of hearing the jumble of words she couldn’t quite understand. She put on her leather jacket and the gloves she always uses to hide her left arm, and walked out the door, knocking on his.

She heard him pause before there were sounds of steps and then the door opened. “Look, I don’t know what you’re exited about, but I’m trying to get some rest over here, and the walls are thin. Could you please be excited in a more quiet manner?” 

Peter blushed and nodded “Y-yeah of course, s-sorry.”

She smiled “It’s fine” and went back to her room.

Peter went back to his room and stayed quiet, not that he was scared of yelling again, but he was thinking about the girl who just came to his door. For one, he found her to be one of the most gorgeous girls he’d ever seen. Another thing though, was that she wore a jacket and gloves just to come into the hallway, and then go right back to her room.

His thoughts were cut of by the sound of muttering coming from the room next door. He quickly got up and knocked, then again. The muttering stopped and after a few moments the girl appeared at the door, looking a bit shaken.

“Are you okay?” He asked “I-I heard muttering.”

“Y-yeah, just a nightmare, I’m fine, thank you.”

He leaned against the door “Would you like to talk? So you don’t think about it.”

She was surprised to say the least, no one but Bucky had ever seemed to care that she was okay. Granted, she couldn’t remember much.

“S-sure” She decided to trust him, only a little bit. Trust wasn’t (Y/n)’s thing. She let him in, glad that she had hid her weapons in the closet earlier. 

He sat on one of the beds “So tell me a bit about yourself”

“W-well my name is (Y/n), I live with my brother, we call him Bucky. I’m 15. There’s nothing more really” I was actually born in the 30′s and kidnapped by HYDRA and brainwashed into doing things I didn’t want to do, and my nightmares are the missions they sent me on.

“Okay, well, I’m Peter Parker, I live in Queens, New York with my Aunt May. I go to Midtown High School with my best friend Ned. I am also 15.” 

“So, Peter, why are you here?”

He scratched his head “F-family trip” he’s lying.

“Me too”

They talked for hours about lots of things, (Y/n) opened up more and more as the night went on, her stories came from the fun her and Bucky had together. When she said that she hadn’t seen Star Wars, Peter gasped and claimed that he was going to have a marathon and force her to watch with him.

When night came, Peter said goodbye before stopping at the door to add something “S-say, would y-you like to g-get lunch w-with me sometime?”

She smiled “Sure”

When (Y/n) woke up Bucky was by her side “We have to go (N/n)”

She got ready and put her suit on, loading the pockets with anything she may need “What’s the plan?”

“You are going to hide until we give you the signal, you aren’t going to show yourself until then.”

“So I’m like your secret weapon? Cool!”

He rolled his eyes and chuckled a bit, something that Bucky barely ever did “Just don’t get hurt (Y/n)”

(Y/n) stayed in the spot they picked out, anxiously waiting for them to yell the signal, even though they didn’t tell her what that was, she had a feeling she would know.

She watched as Tony Stark yelled “Underoos!” and someone flew in, slinging some white string at Steve’s shield.

Then Steve yelled out “fii atent!”, she knew that was her signal, it meant be careful in Romanian.

She put her mask on and ran as fast as she could over to where everyone was, and enjoyed the look of shock on the other side’s faces when they realized she was just like Bucky.

“Great” Tony muttered “Now we’ve got two assassins against us”

“Ex-Assassins” (Y/n) reminded him, a bit cold on the subject “If you want to know everything like you say you do, I suggest you write that one down.”

The fight went on for awhile before (Y/n) heard a voice say “Okay, I’m done. I’m done.” He lifted his mask a little above one eye, and (Y/n) saw the very person she had talked to for hours previously. 

“Peter, are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“H-how do you know my name?”

“Well if I didn’t, how would I make it to our date later?” She said, taking the mask off. 

He gasped “(Y/n)”

“That would be me” she turned to look at the others “I need to help them, stay here and I’ll be back”

“O-okay”

When Tony saw her without the mask, he immediately asked FRIDAY who she was.

“Facial recognition tests identify her as (Y/n) (M/n) Barnes. She was reported missing in 1945, a few days after learning about the death of her brother James Buchanan Barnes, known as Bucky. Many people thought her to be dead after the search was called off in 1951, by an official named Armin Zola. He was later confirmed to work for HYDRA, but this came long after the search.”

“Well shit. It appears Barnes has a sister. Are there any HYDRA files about her?”

“They kept low record of her, to prevent anyone from finding out she exists. The only information I can find that we don’t already know is that she was stolen from her house to be used as bait for James Barnes, but later used as more when they saw what she was capable of. She was sent into a coma by doctors after she started fighting guards in attempt to escape.”

“Huh”

(Y/n) snuck back over to Peter when she could “Are you still good?” 

“As long as our lunch is still on, I’m good.“

“Of course it is”

He looked around “But, does your brother have to know? Because I feel like he’d literally kill me if he knew-” 

(Y/n) chuckled “He doesn’t have to know yet Pete”

And he wouldn’t know, no one would. Until Tony tracks Peter’s suit and catches the two. Though, they thought six months without anyone knowing should be some kind of record.

[perhaps-mr-collins-has-a-cousin]

Tagged by @ohbeeone to answer 85 questions about myself, thank you! :)

last

1. drink - peppermint tea 2. phone call - my cousin--finalizing our plans to stay overnight at a local bed & breakfast, just for the heck of it (it was super fun) 3. text message - a photo (from my cousin) of the back of my hair right after she styled it 4. song you listened to - "This Is Not a Test” by She & Him 5. time you cried - About a week ago, and I’m still not entirely sure why. Sometimes you just need to cry for no reason, you know?

ever

6. dated someone twice - I’ve never dated someone once 7. kissed someone and regretted it - no 8. been cheated on - also no 9. lost someone special - yes 10. been depressed - I’m not sure. 11. gotten drunk and thrown up - No. (I’m starting to feel very boring, but hey that’s okay!)

fave colours

12. light pink 13. dark green  14. lavender

in the last year have you…

15. made new friends - Yes! 16. fallen out of love - no 17. laughed until you cried - yes 18. found out someone was talking about you - Not really, other than overhearing my boss talk to her clients about me once or twice when I was out of the room (but she only said very kind things). 19. met someone who changed you - Hmm...I don’t know. 20. found out who your friends are - I never know quite what this question is supposed to mean? 21. kissed someone on your facebook friends list - no

general

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know irl - I’m not on the Facebook at the moment, but I think when I was I knew all but one of my friends there in real life. 23. do you have any pets - a sweet, strange little toy poodle named Suki and a canary named Sweetie (although both of these pets are technically my mom’s) 24. do you want to change your name - I kind of feel like my name is too elegant to really fit me, but I still wouldn’t change it. 25. what did you do for your last birthday - My parents took me to dinner the night before, and then on the birthday my aunt and cousin came over and we painted pumpkins and it was super fun! 26. what time did you wake up today - 7:30-ish? 27. what were you doing at midnight last night - watching the 1951 Alice In Wonderland 28. what is something you can’t wait for - This darn headache to go away, I’m a little worried I’m coming down with the flu, like this afternoon when I was driving my cousin home I felt really carsick and I was the one who was driving?? 30. what are you listening to right now - clocks ticking and the occasional car driving past 31. have you ever talked to a person named tom - Why yes, I say hello to Mr. Bombadil all the time when I drive past this really hilly spot that reminds me of the Barrow-downs on my way to work. 32. something thats getting on your nerves - Things feel kind of tense in my household right now, and I’m not sure why, like I’m wondering if some kind of argument happened when I was gone or something? And being around other people’s emotional tension, whether real or imagined, sometimes makes me irritable. 33. most visited website - Tumblr or Gmail 34. hair colour - brown 35. long or short hair - I like both, but the rule seems to be that when my hair is short I want it to be long, and vice versa. 36. do you have a crush on someone - I feel like Febs’ answer very much applies to me as well: “i develop and discard crushes with wanton abandon”  37. what do you like about yourself - I’ve been feeling very not confident lately, so I don’t really know. 38. want any piercings - I think nose piercings are so cute, but I’m too much of a coward to get one. 39. blood type - No idea! 40. nicknames - Jul or Juls 41. relationship status - single 42. zodiac - Scorpio 43. pronouns - she/her 44. fave tv shows - Poldark, Little Bear, Lizzie McGuire, Hannah Montana, NCIS, American Idol (almost all of these are old shows that I used to watch, I guess I don’t watch that much TV anymore?) 45. tattoos - none yet 46. right or left handed - Mostly right-handed, but there are a few things I’m left-handed in (mainly softball way back when I did Little League). 47. ever had surgery - just my wisdom teeth when I was 17 48. piercings - just my ears 49. sport - I don’t really play them or watch them (except for some cycling races that I watch with my dad). 53. drinking - The only alcoholic drink I’ve tried and liked was one of those Mike’s Hard Lemonades; I actually tried a tiny bit of red wine this weekend and it was super gross-tasting, I’m sorry. 54. i’m about to watch - the insides of my eyelids, I’m exhausted 55. waiting for - I’m not sure, but probably something! 56. want - more motivation to eat healthier foods 57. get married - I want to, but it’s not likely and it’s not something I need to be happy. 58. career - hopefully dog grooming

which is better

59. hugs or kisses - hugs 60. lips or eyes - eyes 61. shorter or taller - taller 62. older or younger - older 63. nice arms or stomach - arms 64. hookup or relationship - relationship 65. troublemaker or hesitant - neither (but if I had to choose I would say hesitant)

have you ever

66. kissed a stranger - no 67. drank hard liquor - no 68. lost glasses - not permanently, but yes 69. turned someone down - I mean...kind of? 70. sex on first date - I’m one of those wait-till-marriage people. 71. broken someones heart - no 72. had your heart broken - no 73. been arrested - no 74. cried when someone died - yes 75. fallen for a friend - When I was a lot younger (like in grammar school haha) I has crushes on a couple boys I was friends with, but now I’m more neurotic than I used to be and the idea of men anywhere near my age knowing I exist gives me the Anxiety and I can barely speak to them, let alone become friends with them, let alone become friends with them and fall for them :/

do you believe in

76. yourself - It depends on the day. 77. miracles - yes 78. love at first sight - probably not 79. santa claus - I never believed in Santa Claus, but I did believe in the Easter Bunny because my friend at school emphatically assured me he was real. 80. kiss on a first date - If I were going to go on a date, I think I would want it to be with a guy I’d already become really good friends with, so...maybe? (But probably not.) 81. angels - yes 

other

82. best friend’s name - I don’t really have one 83. eye colour - depends on the lighting, at different times they can look blue, grey, or green 84. fave movie - At the moment I want to say The Voyage of the Dawn Treader? Like there are things about it I would absolutely change, but I feel like the emotional tone of it is so joyous and alive and it makes me cry happy tears and I just love it. 85. fave actor - I don’t think I really have one?

I’m tagging: @porcelainfeather, @canadiangold, @thenorthlights, @the-stars-descend, @oenothera5, and anyone else who would like to :)