#yes. these are my local candy. and one American candy

[zenmom]

Bought myself these candy.

[gloomwitchwrites]

Trick or Treat

John "Soap" MacTavish x Female Reader

Content & Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): brief mention of alcohol, dad!Soap, married life, fluff, suggestive themes (at the end)

Word Count: 750

A/N: Requested by @glitterypirateduck for 3.5k Spooky Bingo (Trick or Treat)

You and Johnny take the kids for their first American Halloween. Afterwards is for the adults.

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"Are the kids ready?"

"Aye, love. Wee ones are ready."

"Costumes?"

"Yes, love."

"Makeup?"

Johnny slips his arms around, pulling you into him. He has a lazy, contented smile on his face. "We're all ready to go. Stop fussing."

Your lips part, ready to ask another round of questions, but Johnny silences you with a kiss that sends heat right down to your toes. You can’t help but return the kiss, draping your arms around his neck, leaning into the kiss.

"Mum! Da!"

Your children's voices float down the hall, their pounding feet accompanying them. Johnny retreats with a wink, grabbing his coat and yours off the bed, and offering yours to you as the children appear in the doorway.

Both of them are dressed as their characters. The choice was made last minute, as was the trip to the local Halloween store to procure everything necessary. They are eager. Excited. This is their first Halloween in the States and not Scotland.

"We're going to miss all the candy!" groans your son.

Johnny chuckles. "Goblins. The both of you," he teases, ushering the two of them out the bedroom door and into the living room.

You slide your coat on and follow them. The children grab their empty pillowcases, and Johnny herds the two of them toward the front door.

"What's that?" you ask, staring at the red wagon parked next to the coat rack.

"Survival," replies Johnny.

"For who? Us?"

Johnny grins and grabs the handle, the four of you exiting and heading into the neighborhood with all the other families.

From the wagon, he retrieves two thermoses. "Added something extra," he says as the children charge for the first house.

You open the lid and smell it. A warm, comforting aroma greets you. Taking a sip, you smile around the rim. There's an underlying burn.

"Naughty," you laugh.

Johnny flashes you his best smile.

As the children's pillowcases fill with candy, the burn of your drink becomes a warm tingle, leaving you light and a bit buzzed. Johnny keeps an eye on the children, monitoring their candy progress and touching up makeup instead of leaving you to do it all. You're able to enjoy yourself, and when the night becomes a bit colder, he wraps you up in a blanket.

"Show me," you say, and your children open up their pillowcases. They're full to the point of bursting. "Good haul."

Your son picks something out and starts to unwrap it.

"No. It's late. Bedtime." Johnny snatches it right out of the boy's hand before he can get it open.

"But Da!"

"You have school tomorrow. Costumes off. Shower. Brush your teeth. And then bed."

The children groan but they leave their pillowcases of candy on the kitchen counter, the two of them taking off to see who will get to the bathroom first. Johnny rinses out the thermoses and unpacks the wagon, taking it to the garage once it's empty. You start the dishwasher and hit the lights once the children are tucked in.

Both children crash the moment their heads hit the bed. Yawning, you head into the bedroom, removing your coat and getting ready for bed yourself. In the bathroom with your toothbrush in your mouth, you don't notice Johnny entering. You spit the minty toothpaste into the sink and glance up, only to jump in surprise.

"Johnny!"

He's wearing a mask that covers everything but his mouth. It's black. A skull face. Other than that, Johnny wears nothing else except black boxer briefs.

"You startled me," you laugh, rinsing the toothbrush and putting it back in its holder

He saunters forward, grabbing your hips, and pulling you close. "Looking for my own treat tonight."

"Are you?" you tease, offering your mouth.

Johnny leans in. The kiss is deep and demanding. His hands slide from your hips to the curve of your ass. He squeezes, and then descends further, slipping his hands under your nightdress to find his prize.

You gasp against his lips as his fingers part you, seeking your slickness.

"Will you go willingly? Or do I have to drag you?"

A little resistance is always fun.

"Is the door locked?" you ask.

"It is."

"Then no. I won't go willingly."

With an amused growl, Johnny's finger delves inside. You moan, head falling back slightly with pleasure. Johnny's lips skim the side of your neck. He nips. A tease. Then, a bite.

He inserts a second finger.

"Trick, then," murmurs Johnny. "Treat comes later."

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[saleintothe90s]

502. American Girl's DIY Halloween Costumes, 1995 & 1994

Ok, so we all know that the Internet Archive has been down for most of the month, due to a hacking. While it's "read only" right now, you cannot log in to check out a book or a library bound copy of fashion magazines. I wanted to look at some mid to late 90s fall fashions and makeup.

All I can give you right now is American Girl. Yes, the magazine by the doll company. I subscribed this magazine from about ages 10-13, 1993-1997. While I enjoyed reading the short stories that included the American Girl characters, and the paper dolls that would come in the back of the magazine sometimes, I did feel like an outsider looking in sometimes. This magazine did skew to more upper class girls, more goody two shoe girls, girls who were gonna go out of state for college when they were 18. it felt like. I mean, I was watching Real World and listening to music with *gasp* curse words.

I flunked in school a lot, much like Fanny the dog.

I can tell you right now though, that DIY cork board out of cardboard does not work. I tried it back then and in college (where I went in state at the age of 25)

These costume ideas below are from 1995:

Girl, stop. This is beginning to remind me of that Mark Curry “I guess we’re UPS” bit.

Here's a nasty lil Halloween craft involving cookies.

The following are from 1994:

Looking at this as a kid I had no clue what Jay's potato chips was. Is that a up North brand? Story time: I was looking at the newspaper on one Sunday a few weeks after this issue came out. I saw that a girl I went to elementary school with, Amy had won a costume contest because she made this costume. She was at the ~gifted~ middle school while I was at the gritty local middle school. I looked at that photo of her and I was like "SHE COPIED AMERICAN GIRL!! SHE SHOULDN'T HAVE WON!" I was a bitter 11 year old, wasn't I?

I remember looking at this and thinking "she's gonna freeze in that costume".

The night sky is my favorite costume. That's actually pretty original.

Those bag costumes were done to death after this photo. Grapes, jelly beans, other ball shaped candies.

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[imnotoverlyobsessive]

Moodboard by @softhecreator

Don’t Blame My English Blood For This American Heartache

Chapter Six: Take U With Me

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All my work is 18+.

I try to resist, but the light’s getting low to a glow till you’re touching my lips. I wanna stay when I shouldn’t, wanna go but I wouldn’t, wanna say no but I couldn’t. So meet me in the dark; kiss me in the shadows of every spark.- Marianas Trench, Rhythm of Your Heart 

October, 1984

Hogsmeade, Scotland

The Scottish weather wasn’t too cold yet, and most people got by without any sort of coverings whatsoever, but Sera was a Californian, so she needed something to keep her warm.

She quickly discovered that she very much liked Hogsmeade. It didn’t have the warming charms that the castle did, but it was a cute little village with a bunch of magical stores. Most of the other people there were decked out in that fancy wizarding shit they all wore, but the so-called Muggleborns—what a ridiculous concept, blood purity; as if it mattered—were in regular clothes the way she was. She liked her knee-length black dress; it was fairly low cut and had a little V-shaped thing that she kept closed with a tie, and she wore black leggings, an old pair of Converse, and a long knitted purple sweater.

So yeah, she was protected from the fifty degree weather adequately enough to enjoy a deliciously sweet—and slightly alcoholic—drink at a small bar-slash-inn called The Three Broomsticks. She was listening to her Walkman, humming along to Freddie Mercury singing about how girls with big butts—such as herself, which was nice because, like, how many songs actually praised her body type?—apparently made the world go round. She honestly doubted his claims, but he was Freddie Mercury, so who was she to argue? 

Anyway, point was, she was enjoying her sweet drink, snacking on the magic candy she’d gotten at a place called Honeydukes, and leafing through one of several magical books—mostly romance novels, if she were honest. She’d never had sex and she was curious, alright?—she’d purchased at the local bookstore. It was peaceful.

Until, that is, someone with an irritatingly long body sat down in the chair across from her. She looked up from her book, yanking her headphones down around her neck with a sigh of annoyance.

“What do you want, Regulus?”

He grinned that sickeningly attractive grin of his. “Nobody else who claims to dislike me calls me by my first name, you know.”

She stared at him, nonplussed. “What am I supposed to call you?”

“My surname is the standard.”

Sera pursed her lips. “Your surname is normal. Your first name is weird. I prefer to point out your weirdness.”

He frowned. “My name isn’t unusual in my family.”

“Neither is inbreeding,” she said flatly. “Again: what do you want?”

“To spend time with you, of course,” he said with a grin.

Sera scowled. “No.”

He didn’t seem to hear her. “Did you get my letters?”

“Nope.”

Regulus hummed, drumming his fingers on the wood of the table and looking very much like he didn’t believe her. “Pity. I sent you a birthday present.”

Yes, I know. You sent me a fucking family heirloom, you goddamn weirdo.

“What are you wearing to the Christmas ball?”

She stared at him. “I don’t celebrate Christmas.”

He frowned. “You don’t? Why not?”

“I’m Jewish.”

He thought for a few long moments. “Is that a religion?” When she nodded, he hummed, looking at her consideringly. “The Malfoys aren’t religious.”

“My parents converted before I was born,” she explained. “I’m not fluent in Hebrew or anything.”

“I see,” he said slowly, and she wasn’t entirely sure that he did, but whatever. Most people didn’t understand shit about Judaism. After a long moment, he decided, “Well, you don’t need to celebrate Christmas in order to attend the ball.”

She scowled at the thought of the last ball she’d attended. “I don’t particularly want to dance with you again.”

“Why not?” he asked, flagging down a waitress to order a drink of his own.

“Because you’re a dick,” she informed him bluntly.

He snorted. “I do so enjoy your language, you know. Most witches titter and blush during a courtship. You don’t.”

“I don’t know how I’d behave,” she said slowly, “as I have never gotten an offer to be courted from someone I’d actually consider saying yes to.”

“You’re already being courted, darling,” he explained, an amused smile playing at his too-perfect lips.

She sipped her drink. “I don’t understand why you’d want to marry someone who doesn’t even like you.”

He hummed thoughtfully, accepting his drink from the waitress with a smile when it was brought over. “You don’t treat me the way most people of my acquaintance do,” he said slowly, “you’re intelligent and magically gifted. I’m unused to being around witches like you, and I find you fascinating, to be perfectly honest.” After a brief pause, he added, “And you’re exceptionally lovely. As for not liking me, I’m winning you over already.” She glared at him, but before she could say anything, he pointed at her novel and asked, “What are you reading?”

“A book,” she snapped, flushed and prickly with embarrassment at the compliments.

“I can see that,” Regulus drawled. “What kind of book?”

“Fiction.”

“Let me see.” Before she could object, he snatched it from her hands.

“Hey!” she griped.

Ignoring her, he read for a few seconds before bursting out laughing. “I never would’ve thought you the type!”

“It’s interesting!” she snapped. “I’ve never read magical novels before!”

“So you choose the ones with sex, do you?” He was smirking, the dickhead. “If you’re interested in it, my dear, just say the word—“

“Even if I was, it wouldn’t be with you,” she hissed, her face bright red.

He chuckled again. “All in due time.”

Regulus showed up on Hogsmeade weekends a lot after that.

One afternoon, they were having a relatively normal conversation when he suddenly asked, “Have you ever been involved with a man before?”

Sera coughed on her own spit. “Gag me with a spoon, what the fuck—“ she sputtered. “That is none of your business.”

He frowned. “I just want to know how to behave with you, that’s all.”

Glaring viciously at him, she crossed her arms and declared, “No, I haven’t. I’ve never met a boy who wasn’t either ugly, stupid, a wastoid, or a super fun combination of the three.”

He looked amused. “A wastoid, hm?”

“Yes.”

“Good to know.”

Okay, so maybe she liked him a teeny tiny bit. Seriously, though, it was only a little. It wasn’t even that big of a deal. People got meaningless crushes all the time, and it honestly wasn’t even her fault. She really, sincerely could not be blamed for wanting to French him just a little. She’d never done it before, and she wanted to see what all the fuss was about. And Regulus… Well, he reportedly knew what he was doing. He’d probably be pretty good at it, right?

So being around him was getting kinda awkward for her on account of her rapidly growing attraction to him. She was really trying not to like him, but he was so fucking dreamy, and she’d started noticing things about him and couldn’t seem to stop.

His hair, for example, hung in super soft-looking curls, falling over eyes that looked like the ocean after a storm. His lips were pink and perfectly shaped, and he had the most pronounced jawline and cheekbones she’d ever seen, even in movies. The point was, Regulus made Tom Cruise look unattractive.

To make matters even worse, he’d taken it upon himself to start cursing around her and calling her by her first name, citing “adequate familiarity”, whatever the hell that meant. The way his mouth looked when he formed the syllables of her name, the way ‘fuck’ rolled off his tongue— it shot sparks down her spine. 

He was so fucking sexy, and she really didn’t appreciate him getting all close to her and making her already-made decision to continuously reject him all the more difficult. The horrifying reality was, if he kissed her, she’d probably let him.

November, 1984

Hogwarts

Scotland

“Where are you going?” Yarrow asked one Saturday evening in November after even most of the seventh years had snuck back into the dorms. Sera zipped up her black dress and turned around, examining the way the leather made her ass look in the mirror. She had fishnets that went up to her thighs and were held up by garters, as well as her favorite pair of black combat boots, which Beo was currently rubbing against. She wasn’t thin or muscular the way most people seemed to find attractive, but it was a Queen concert, and dammit, she was gonna feel good about her appearance for a change.

She waved a hand around her, casting a quick warming charm to stop her from getting cold on the walk off the grounds. Taking out a tube of bright red lipstick, she addressed her friend. “I’m going to a concert.”

“How are you even leaving the school?”

“Uh, doy, I’m sneaking out.” Sera rolled her eyes. “I’ve been turning myself invisible since I was, like, fourteen. It’s whatever.” She applied the lipstick, tapped her lower lip once to charm it so it wouldn’t smudge or fade, and decided she was satisfied.

“Isn’t your beau coming to visit tonight?”

Sera turned slowly towards her friend. “What?”

“Uh, yeah,” Yarrow said, gesturing towards the pile of letters on Sera’s desk that she liked to pretend she’d never read. “He told you in the most recent one he was coming up for a visit. Said if you didn’t meet him, he’d come find you or something. Flitwick probably wouldn’t mind, but I’ve honestly no idea how he could convince Dumbledore.” Yarrow shrugged. “Whatever, I suppose.”

“Fuck,” Sera gasped. “Did he say when he was coming?” 

“No,” Yarrow said, delicately turning a page in the book they were reading.

“Better see if I can beat him, then,” she decided, and off she went.

Unfortunately, just as she passed the school gate, there was Regulus. 

Fuck.

She’d made herself visible again, which, in retrospect, was a bad idea, but making herself completely invisible was actually pretty difficult.

“Sera?” Regulus frowned, looking her up and down. “What’re you wearing?”

“Go away,” she snapped, irritated. “I’m busy.”

“I don’t understand,” he admitted. “You’ve come like I asked, so—“

“I didn’t know you’d asked,” she told him impatiently. “I have plans.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Plans that require you to sneak out of the castle at night?”

Sera glared up at him sharply. “Yes.”

He tensed, examining her outfit again. “Those are your Muggle clothes, yes?”

She pursed her lips and didn’t respond.

“Are you…” He gulped. “Are you meeting a Muggle boy?”

She stared at him in disbelief. She was so annoyed by his audacity that she sniffed and said, “In a manner of speaking.” Regulus looked so displeased at this that Sera couldn’t help but groan. “I’m going to a concert, you wastoid.”

“Oh.” He instantly relaxed. “I’ll come with you, then.”

She lurched back, though he wasn’t particularly close to her to begin with. “You most certainly will not.”

He hummed, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Where are we off to, then?”

She scowled at him, marching past him and away from the school gates to get outside the wards so she could relocate. 

“I don’t have my usual friends,” she snapped. “I last saw these guys a couple years ago, and I can’t go with my friends the way I did back then, and it sucks.”

“You can go with me,” he pointed out. 

“You’ve never even heard their music.” She paused. “Which is so fucking weird, by the way. Literally everyone’s heard Queen.”

“Why don’t you show me, then?” he asked. “I might like it.”

He sounded so hopeful that she just didn’t have it in her to turn him down. And, well… she actually enjoyed spending time with him, even though she’d never tell him that.

“Fine,” she eventually decided. “I just do magic to get in anyway. It won’t be hard to get you in, too.”

He fell into step beside her, his eyes wide. “Really? That’s illegal, you know.”

She shrugged. “All the best things are illegal.”

He looked down at her in bewilderment. “Are you quite certain you’ve never been involved with a man before?” he asked.

She glared up at him wordlessly. Once they were outside the wards, she said, “Shut up and hold still.” With that, she grabbed his arm and transported them off to London.

Sera charmed everyone who might otherwise get in their way with basic confusion spells, the same way she and Ta had always done. Her non-magic friends never understood how she and Ta got away with everything they did, but nobody ever questioned it. Not when the two of them could get away with damn near anything. 

When Freddie Mercury took the stage, Sera screamed, jumping up and down. 

She admittedly wasn’t paying much attention to Regulus, but he’d been looking at her for most of the show. She actually noticed some when he watched her dance and shake her ass to Fat Bottomed Girls (along with everybody else; it wasn’t like she was particularly special), but other than that, she didn’t think about him much.

Until the last song of the encore, halfway through Somebody To Love, when she had her eyes closed and was singing along with Freddie when he said, “Someday, I’m gonna be free.”

Suddenly, out of nowhere, she was turned around, a hand was in her hair, and lips were on hers.

Sera’s eyes snapped open in shock, but… but Regulus was kissing her. He was kissing her like he was dying.

She was frozen for a moment, and she really should’ve pushed him away, but there was alcohol buzzing in her veins, so she could do nothing but arch into him, clenching her hands in his shirt and trying her best to kiss him back.

Regulus pulled away after what felt like a delicious eternity of his mouth on hers, cupping her cheek with one hand, the other on the small of her back. His eyes were hooded and fixed on her lips, and Sera could only look up at him, breathing heavily and wishing he’d kiss her again.

They stumbled, giggling, up against the wall of a random building in the city.

“God, Sera,” he groaned into her throat.

She hauled his mouth back to hers wordlessly, winding her arms around his neck. Now that she’d given in, she couldn’t really recall why she’d bothered fighting this to begin with.

“We should— we should talk about this—“ he said between gulps of air.

“God, shut up,” she complained. “Just kiss me.”

“I’m supposed to be a gentleman,” he muttered, mouthing wetly at her throat. “You just make it so fucking difficult in these sexy little outfits. Damn near show me your arse, fuck.” He grabbed her ass then, squeezing it roughly. She took a sharp intake of breath, arching into him, her breasts against his chest. “But we have to talk about this.”

“Ugh,” she grumbled in frustration, shoving him away from her. Her head thunked on the brick wall of the building she was leaning against, and she fixed him with a glare. “What do we have to talk about?”

“Us,” he explained, sounding terribly impatient for reasons that most likely directly related to the large tent in his pants. “I’ve been trying to court you properly for months, and tonight, I— I know I shouldn’t have kissed you. I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself. You are just…” He exhaled, his eyes roving over her form, pausing briefly on where the zipper of her dress revealed her cleavage. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, so I kissed you. Sorry. It wasn’t how I planned to…” He took a deep breath. “Look, Sera, I fancy you. More than I have done anyone so quickly before. I would very much like it if you would seriously give my offer some consideration.”

“Your offer?” she asked, raking a hand through her curls, still dazed by the kiss, the way he’d touched her.

“I’m not proposing,” he said slowly, carefully, “but if this continues, if you allow me to kiss you again, touch you again, I…” He looked down. “If there is no chance of you ever consenting to marry me, tell me now.”

She was silent for a long moment.

She really did have feelings for him, didn’t she? She was falling for the prick. 

Oh, fuck it.

“I dunno how all this courtship stuff works,” she admitted quietly, “but I do like you, Regulus. A lot. Normally, that’d mean, like, dating. Here, I guess it means—“

“An engagement,” he said flatly. “It means an engagement, if your aunt agrees as your Head of Household. It’s generally… expedited in the event of genuine interest between prospective spouses.”

“You said you weren’t proposing,” she pointed out shakily.

“I’m not. But if you allow me to, I’ll court you with that goal in mind.”

“I thought you were just getting to know me,” Sera recalled.

He nodded once. “I was. I’m satisfied. I want you.” She blushed to the roots of her hair at that, but he continued, “If you’ll allow it, I would like to court you properly with the intent of marriage.”

“I mean…” She gulped, anxiously twirling a curl around her finger. “That’s kinda what all dating is, if it’s serious.”

“This is serious,” he informed her, his voice stern. “Do you want me?”

She looked at his feet, the fancy shoes that were somehow spotless despite having just attended a fucking concert. “Y— yeah.”

He cupped her cheek, lifting her face up—up, up, up. Fucking hell, he really was a tall bastard, wasn’t he?—to his. “Agreeing to allow me to properly court you is to agree to marry me, assuming all goes well. Do you agree?”

She looked up at him with wide, nervous eyes. It was just like they were dating, right? He’d just be her boyfriend. That wasn’t a big deal, really. After a moment, she breathed, “Yes.”

He kissed her before the word was fully out of her mouth.

Yeah, a Queen concert, we’re ignoring what the set list was and the exact date that Queen was in London, okay, cut a bitch some slack and lemme be self indulgent here

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[kael-writ]

Frankly, as a queer person who is also a childcare provider, the solution to the "but if we have kink at Pride what if kids see it?" is really simple: Dont take your kids to an event that isn't appropriate for kids.

If a Pride parade or other event is geared towards adults and you think therefore kids shouldn't be there, just don't bring kids. When people ask me if my local Pride parade is for kids, I say no, not because of sexuality on display but because it's along a bar route and I dont think it's really ideal for families to be in a crowd of drunk adults. And the last time I went, there weren't any kids there. Maybe some families had come for the floats early on and left but by the time young adults are dancing in the streets at least, there just simply arent kids there.

There are Pride events specifically for families and for kids, go to those.

Parents are usually really good at knowing what they and their kids can handle. Especially queer parents & caretakers because we already are very aware of the stigma around us. Most parents even if you removed queerness and sexuality from the equation would probably not go to a wild parade that is adult-centric with their kids or would do so very briefly and cautiously early into the event before it gets too wild.

I will say this also: When I was a kid we had a wild St Paddys Day parade on the South Side of Chicago that everyone, kids included, went to, and it was a much worse atmosphere for kids than any corresponding Pride parade could possibly be, but yet as kids we were kept oblivious to it, safe in our own little corner (literally the non-bar side of the street, with all the bars on Western having to be on one side), we went briefly, got some candy, went home. Our parents knew how to have us be tangental to the chaos without actually being hurt, and this was 90s parents.

The cishet, patriarchal sexuality there, once you got away from your parents, was a lot more dangerous than just someone seeing that gay adults are kinky or seeing tits; because girls and women get actually harassed or assaulted at the South Side bars and parties, as I did growing up, by cishet, sexist, conservative men.

Queer culture is a million times more focused on the rights of marginalized genders, on consent, on not tolerating rape culture. There's creeps in any group of people, especially with alcohol around, but you're a lot less safe among homophobic cishets than among queers.

There were also fist fights and shit. And there I was at like 16 or whatever drinking whiskey in my coke and yea wasnt great for a burgeoning alcoholic kid. Not to play into bad stereotypes of Irish-Americans but I dont know how to like counter the stereotypes in this retelling when it was just true? Blame the American-ness not the Irishness I guess, after all few people were really that connected to the heritage.

All that said, I was mad when they banned the South Side Irish parade and glad they brought it back. Yes, we need better protections for people from sexual violence and yea alcoholism fuckin sucks and that's a whole different essay I could write, a fuckin book, but despite a few important changes needed it's really awesome the community has that festival to celebrate a heritage a lot of them might otherwise lose grip on and just to have fun. People need a couple times a year to let loose and be fuckin heathens.

And guess what, that community has other events just for families without alcohol too and always has. Just as the queer community does.

All this to say: Kids and youth have for better or worse often existed in festival atmospheres that are dodgey for kids before Pride, in the realms of cishets; and the issues thereof can be an ongoing conversation without being fuckin homophobic and shit;

but the TL;DR of kink at Pride is: if a parade is adult-oriented, and you don't think it's for kids, dont bring your kids.

I guess it needs to be said? It fuckin shouldnt need to be said, but - OBVIOUSLY No one, NO ONE, is actually

(Trigger Warning here) in any way performing sexual actions in front of children (/TW)

at Pride, that's insane, it's typically a public parade with cops and reporters and shit at it?

And the implication that a bunch of queer adults would stand around as a group and do anything like that is so abhorrently disgustingly demonizing and dehumanizing of us that it's absurd and beneath contempt. You have to be unable to see us as real human beings to buy that.

Like - cops would arrest queer people for being fully nude if that ever happened and certainly for sexual activity; they already do arrest us for shit like smoking weed or being allegedly belligerent or whatever. Cops hate queers. We're vulnerable, not powerful. Get a reality check.

What you will see at Pride that might make it uncomfortable for kids might be topless people with "female" breasts, guys wearing a speedo, maybe something like a guy in a "puppy play" outfit walked on a leash at the extreme end. Its ok if you don't wanna see that. Just like lots of queers dont like the loud music, crowds, cops, corporations, and alcohol. It's not for everyone! That's ok!

Last year my sis and niece and I went to a small family Pride event that just had like bubbles and chalk and music and shit like that in a small area with a small group, simple and easy for families. That's how families can participate in Pride.

If you're at a PG-13 or R rated event and you see a family and you're concerned it's not appropriate for them, you can talk to the parents about it, you can avoid the family and go around them if you dont want them seeing your outfit or smelling your weed smoke, or you can go tell an usher you're concerned that a baby keeps crying in your horror movie audience.

What you cant do is sanitize the whole world "for the children!" and particularly not use that as an excuse to attack queer people and once again label us as inherently a danger to children. We are normal adults and we are frankly less likely to want to hurt kids because we as a community are a lot more educated on and experienced with surviving abuse ourselves. Queer people simply operate like all other adults in that we are diverse individuals who exist in all kinds of spaces doing all kinds of things ....and sometimes that includes wilding out at a fuckin parade, and that might not be the best place for kids, and that's ok.

Like, I dont cuss in front of kids. My *self* here is different from the self I present to kids. I exist differently in different spaces depending on if kids are in that space, that's how all adults operate, and occasionally "PG" spaces exist in between. The very most important thing is definitely that we communicate, RESPECTFULLY, without queerphobia.

So yea. Let us not goddamn fuckin ruin Pride too much with divisive unnecessary discourse. Just have a fuckin happy pride however, whenever, and wherever you celebrate.

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Three Ships of All Time:

Ed/Stede: I mean, no question. They haunt my every hour. I love their love with all my might, mind, and soul. Because of them I'm writing for the first time in decades. Overly verbose meta! Fic of dubious quality! I'm all in, baby!

Clark Kent/Lex Luthor (Smallville): I can't not. I still think of these boys on the regular. True story - I turned in some CLex fanfic I had written with the names swapped for aliases for my final project for my senior creative writing seminar in English, because my prof was the kind of jackass who had "poet" listed as his specialty on his office door but couldn't recognize haikus when I submitted them earlier in the class, and I was damned if I was going to waste my time on something new for him instead of focusing on my senior thesis in psychology. I got As on both ;). Also, my wife and I met by writing CLex fan fic together. We will have been 20 years in March.

Juno Steel/Peter Nureyev (Penumbra Podcast): Hardboiled enby space detective with crippling insecurities that they mask with hypercompetency and witty quips? and their complicated homme-fatale master thief sometimes-lover? This show seriously ticks all my boxes.

First Ever Ship:

The Baroness/Destruo (G.I. Joe): I'd say this was a tie with my Lady J/Duke/Flint/Scarlett love-quadrangle, but I honestly don't remember whether that was in the text of the show, or just the shows I'd stage for myself with my brother's action figures. What can I say? I started shipping young. My 3rd grade teacher commented on one of my writing assignments that I should write soap operas when I grew up.

Last Song:

Burning by Alcazar. Sometimes a girl just wants to dance alone in her living room.

Last Film:

Free Guy. Guilty pleasure. Comfort movie.

Currently Reading:

Aunts Aren't Gentlemen by P.G. Wodehouse. Guilty pleasure. Comfort author. Wodehouse is my brain candy, my absolute fav. author (yes, I know I said 'House of Leaves' by Danielewski is my fav. book. I'm complicated), and I rarely go more than a few months without a re-read. This isn't one of my all-time faves, but it's delightful nonetheless and it's been awhile since I read it last. Bertie retires to the peace of a simple country living at the urgings of his doctor after coming down with a minor rash, but still manages to get himself tangled up in crime due to the machinations of his Aunt Dahlia and accidentally engaged to a local stunner against his will. Jeeves/Wooster would have made it into my OTP list above except Jeeves would never permit himself the liberty. :(

(Except, hear me out - "Jeeves and the Tie that Binds" was the American release of "Much Obliged, Jeeves", and is identical except for the ending, in which Jeeves reveals that he destroyed the pages enumerating Bertie's peccadillos from the Junior Ganymede club book - FOR WHICH HE COULD BE BLACKBALLED FROM THE CLUB -, because he doesn't want anyone but him to ever be Bertie's gentleman's personal gentleman but him, because there is a "tie that binds" them. I mean to say, really!)

Currently Watching:

The Miraculous Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir. Look. I have a 10-year-old. He loved ladybugs as a toddler so we started watching the show together when he was wee based on the title alone. But it's actually SO GOOD. And the new season recently dropped on Disney +. I get to talk to my kid about how it's a metaphor for how bad actors in the world exploit feelings of fear and isolation to radicalize otherwise normal people to their destructive agendas? And how there's real heroics to be found in community organization and creative problem solving? And about issues of consent, both romantic and platonic?

But also I have OPINIONS and SHIPS, and I'm DYING to talk to someone who is NOT my child about how Nathalie just SLAMMED Gabriel face down on the kitchen counter and leaned over him to hiss in his ear about how he betrayed her and I am IN TO IT, but I will NOT go anywhere near the fandom because I don't need the drama of being in a kid-show fandom as a full-ass adult. Send help.

Currently Consuming:

Some cucumber/lemon-infused water.

Currently Craving:

I mean, other than another grown-ass person to indulge my not-kid-friendly thoughts about a superhero cartoon? Feeling pretty satiated, thanks!

Tagging:

If you're down for it, my v. dears - @nicnacsnonsense @tisziny @chocolatepot @the-orange-in-red-silk @wearfinethingsalltoowell @okayestokapi @asneakyfox @batsarebetterthanpeople @red-sky-in-mourning and anyone else who feels so inclined ;)

[firecoloredwater]

Siiiigh okay so. For @silverutahraptor's reference:

You are seriously underestimating the range of the chocolate quality in the US. Yes, there's Hersheys and M&Ms and so on, but there are also LOTS of smaller regional retailers that have much higher quality. My city alone has three competing local chocolate makers, and also Rocky Mountain Chocolates moved in several years back, so now we're up to four. The local ones are all Italian, for some reason. If you're not limited to solid chocolate only, try the chocolate-covered sponge candy or raspberries.

Bologna is just meat? It's just meat. You put it on sandwiches. I don't love it but I don't... it's not even an American invention? Or a default for deli meat options? I don't understand why it's on this list. Did OP('s friend) mean SPAM?

I have never had Watergate salad but I feel like it's an acquired taste. None of the ingredients themselves are bad, salt+sweet is common, the theory is sound, this particular execution is Unusual. Probably would do better on any website but this one, since I think the textural cacophony would put me off and I seem to be on the tolerant end of that for tumblr. Anyway yeah skip this one unless you're just really curious for some reason.

I have had a twinkie once in my life and like. They're exactly what they are, which is a sugar bomb that can sit at room temperature for an extended time without going bad, and not put anyone off by containing anything anyone could object to, which also means they contain nothing interesting. You eat them for nostalgic cravings or when you just need calories to get through this drive/shift and enjoying food is out of the question anymore, whether due to time constraints or exhaustion. That said they do not last as long as rumors say and probably contain exactly as many preservatives as every other snack cake/pastry type thing available in a gas station/that aisle of the grocery store, so like... if you're in that situation your alternatives are not better. Consume something and move on.

Grits are literally just hot cereal, but made of corn instead of wheat or oats. Just??? It's the same as oatmeal or porridge, but corn. The only reason this is on this list is it's Southern so most of the US also pretends it's weird. It's just corn, guys, add whatever you like on popcorn and you'll be fine. Or if you don't like corn skip it, but that's not because corn is bad.

I have never had boiled peanuts but like. It's peanuts? I am willing to take southern peoples' word on this one being good. Add salt. I will also not eat it because peanuts make me nauseous but that's not the peanuts fault.

Okay biscuits and gravy are like. pasta and sauce, but it's bread and gravy. I don't want to touch it but again the theory is sound. Carbs + flavor. Sometimes the sauce has little bits of sausage in it, apparently, at least at the restaurant I was working at. Probably better compared to cream of whatever soup in a bread bowl than anything? Or open face hot sandwiches. So again acquired taste, avoid if it's not appealing, but it's not that bizarre. People but stuff on bread, it's not that weird.

Unnseasoned anything is going to be too bland for most people, I don't really have much to add here. I've never known anyone to actually eat meatloaf without anything on it, you add like barbecue sauce or something. I feel like The Horrors Of American Food were supposed to contain something more horrifying than "bland."

Anyway @silverutahraptor you, specifically, should eat wonderbread and suffer

Because I think it would be funny

Inspired by that poll coming for British food, have an alternative.

Shout-out to @sigh-the-kraken for suggesting American delicacies I wouldn't want to touch 👍

[saving-word-crawls]

The Fall Crawl

By: Azombieatemyshoelace

This is one of my first crawls so don’t be too hard on me. I hope you all enjoy it. I posted this last year as well

Yay! Summer is over. Sprint to 150 words to celebrate the start of Fall, the best season.

To celebrate the coming of Fall you decide to get a special fall drink. Which drink do you get? Pumpkin Spiced Latte: Write ten minutes as you wait in line Apple Cider: Write to four hundred words Hot Chocolate: That is more of a winter drink, you rebel. Do a 3-digit challenge Other: Word war for five minutes

The heat is finally leaving and cold fall air is coming. What would you like to do? Dig up fall sweaters: Write 15 minutes as you search for them Have another fall drink: Write 350 words Open the window and breathe the fall air: sprint to 200 words

To get in the fall spirt you decide to try and make a pie. Which pie would you like to make? Pumpkin: Write 700 words at your own pace Apple: Word war for 20 minutes Pecan: Do a three-digit challenge Sweet Potato: Write for ten minutes Other: Sprint to 500 words

Halloween is coming up and now is a great time to pick out a costume which type of costume do you pick Sexy: Sprint to 690 Words Funny: Write for 30 minutes A popular character: Word war for five minutes Scary: Write for thirteen minutes Other: Sprint to 300 words. I don’t celebrate Halloween: Write 400 words

After getting your scary Halloween costume, some of your friends want to go into a haunted house. Do you go with them Yes: Sprint to 1000 words as you hurry through the haunted house No: Write for 30 minutes as you wait for them to come out

A few days later, you notice that many of the beautiful leaves have fallen to the ground. What would you like to do? A. Ignore them: Write five minutes as you move on to your next task B. Rake them up: Write ten minutes as you do so C. Jump in them: Sprint to 200

It’s time for America’s favorite fall sport football. A. Watch your favorite NFL team: Sprint to 500 B. Go watch a local high school team: Write for 5 minutes C: Play football outside: Attempt a 500 headed hydro D. Ew I hate football: WW for ten minutes as you do something better.

Awhile goes by and you realize that it’s time to get a pumpkin and you head to the patch. There are so many pumpkins. Where one or ones do you choose? A. A small orange one: sprint to 300 words B. The biggest one in the patch: attempt the 50 headed hydra C. A ghost pumpkin: Write for six minutes D. A nice round orange one: Write for ten minutes

The pumpkin patch you’re at has a corn maze. Do you want to go in it? A. Go in the corn maze: Write fifteen minutes B. Don’t go in it: Write 200 words

After you get home, you decide to carve your pumpkin. What would you like to put on it? A. Scary Face: write 666 words B. Happy face: Write 250 happily C. Sad face: write for five minutes D. An animal: Write for ten minutes E. Favorite character: Sprint to 500 words F. Other: Do a three-digit challenge

Now it is time for Halloween. What are you doing? A. Trick of Treating: Write 666 words B. Halloween Party: word war for ten minutes as you go out C. Scary movies: Quickly sprint for five minutes as your heart races D. Hand out candy: Sprint to 200 words E. Other: Sprint for fifteen minutes

It’s now NANO! Write for sixteen minutes to celebrate!

Thanksgiving is coming up (if you’re American) what are you doing for it? A. Eating: Write for ten minutes as you sample the dishes B. Cooking: Write for twenty minutes are you cook C. Watching the parade: Sprint for two hundred words D. Football: watch your favorite team go for the touch down at you write for 300 words E: Other: Write 300 words F: I’m not American: Sprint to the nearest 1000 words.

Nano is coming to an end. Sprint for five minutes to get more words!

[pkmnprideflags]

Translation Changes to the Local Specialty Foods

So recently I've been going down a Pokémon localization rabbit hole. One of my favorite things I've discovered is the changes to food & cuisine. Yes, everyone knows about the anime's "fried donuts," but similar changes have happened in the games as well. Specifically, the regions based on Japan have traditional Japanese delicacies that were translated differently into English. I decided to gather this info into a neat post because I Think It's Fun

Disclaimer: I am not an expert in Japanese cuisine, so please tell me if I'm getting any of these facts wrong. This is also not my original information, I learned it from Bulbapedia and other sources.

"Pewter Crunchies" = Pewter Arare

"Crunchies" is not very descriptive, is it? Between that name and the in-game sprite, I assumed this food was some kind of potato chip.

However, in the Japanese version, these are arare, a small rice cracker with soy sauce typically added for flavoring. Normally they are naturally colored, but special dyed arare are made every year to celebrate Girl's Day/Hinamatsuri. This dish is also very popular in Hawaii, where it is often called kakimochi or mochi crunch.

"Rage Candy Bar" = Rage Manjū

Manjū are a traditional Japanese dessert item. Ingredients can vary, but usually the outside is made of rice powder, kudzu, and buckwheat, and the fillings can include things like red bean paste and chestnut jam.

...Yeah, not the most similar to a candy bar. Nob Ogasawara (going under the username Doug Dinsdale in this thread) has said that he tried to sway Nintendo of America to a more accurate translation like "Rage Dumpling" or "Rage Bun," but NOA insisted on Candy Bar to make it more American-ized. Also, I wasn't able to find a solid source for this, but allegedly he also recommended "Cake of Rage," which is quite frankly iconic.

"Lava Cookie" = Lavaridge Senbei

Senbei are rice crackers, similar to arare but much larger in size. There are many variations of flavors, but they are usually on the savory side. Lavaridge's senbei seem to be specifically based off of variations that come wrapped in nori (dried edible seaweed).

Once again, not an exact translation. At least "Rage Candy Bar" kept the idea that it was a dessert. But senbei are usually savory, and cookies are usually sweet. Ah well...

"Old Gateau" = Forest Yōkan

Yōkan is a dessert made of red bean paste, agar (a substance similar to jelly), and sugar. They are frequently used as gifts because they take a very long time to perish when unopened. They are sold in rectangular blocks, and are usually cut into slices when eaten.

Meanwhile, a gateau is a rich multi-layered cake. Nob Ogasawara mentions in the thread I linked above that this name was changed to preserve a pun. In Japanese, the Old Chateau is named "Forest Manor." The word used for "manor" is pronounced almost identically to yōkan, so it's kind of funny that it's sold there. Thus, it was changed to Old Gateau to preserve the joke with Old Chateau.

Later games in the Pokémon series are based on areas outside of Japan, and thus feature non-Japanese foods like galettes and malasadas. The English versions felt no need to change the translations of these, so all later games have more accurate English names for the local specialties. Poor Ogasawara can finally relax.

[nerdomancer]

Poll over! Good job, candy corn!

Addressing a few recurring things I noticed in the notes over the past week:

Yes. I am American. Yes, our candy names are ridiculous.

I should have specified a few things. Namely, by "licorice" I did mean black licorice specifically. That one's on me; I have a bad habit of not thinking of red licorice as being licorice. It's it's own thing in my head. That is because I am an idiot.

Other things I should have specified: By "dots" I did mean the filling-assaulting movie candy gumdrops, not the little sugar dots on wax paper. The latter are exclusively referred to as "candy buttons" in my area. This probably skewed reslts some.

Third: Much confusion on Boston Baked Beans. I did not realize they were relatively unknown. To anyone still confused, they are candy coated peanuts. Think like peanut M&Ms without the chocolate, or Jordan almonds but made with peanuts instead of almonds.

Seems to be a perfectly even split between the "these are all disgusting" vs. the "these are all great, what are you on about?"

Shoutout to the 1% of y'all in the Mary Janes trenches. You are few, but you are enthusiastic. I see you. I respect you.

Also shoutout to people who suggested Secret Eleventh Options in the tags or comments. Notable offers include: tootsie rolls, those Haribo gummy red/blackberries, violet mints (you are correct, they're just too expensive where I'm at), smarties, conversation hearts, and one brilliant mind who suggested horehound hard candies (you are also correct).

Also also shoutout to people from assorted other countries who proposed some of their local snacks as secret eleventh options or did so to goof on the unrecognizability of most of these options. A lot of people from Nordic countries brought up salmiak licorice. Also shoutout to that one person from Poland: I actually fucking love krowki milanowskie.

There weren't many gif / image replies, but every single one of the ones that were added were Starkid. Incredible.

(*"bad" in quotes because I am refraining from judgement, I've just heard people hating on them.)

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I posted 6,522 times in 2022

That's 1,002 more posts than 2021!

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

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38 notes - Posted June 21, 2022

#4

Okay so I first put Bee and PuppyCat on to listen to while I painted which was a mistake because there's a lot of visual-only stuff. So I finished it and immediately went to rewatch it and:

The candy Bee gets one of for her birthday is the candy that the candyhunters hunt for. Which is why PuppyCat is so shocked that she breaks it in half and then eats it! And then when her music box is repairing her arms it just dumps the candy in there. Like, Bee as a robot is HUGELY resource intensive apparently!

In the flashback when we see Bee's dad telling PuppyCat that they're working on his ship him, I wonder if that was true at the time. But then Bee got sick and her dad took all these resources that belonged to other people and used them to save, or possibly copy, Bee. And now he's gone (inside Bee???) and presumably has been for a while. Everyone on the island thinks the ship and debris in the water belong to Bee, and Deckard is completely unaware of the arcade that now has trees decades old growing out of it, and Bee looked exactly the same when Deckard was a baby, suggesting she's been a robot for at least 25 years. Cardamom and Violet have been waiting to wake up until Bee's dad comes back, and I'm guessing he has a lot to answer for.

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#3

Can we talk about this?

Chapman called them his family.

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#2

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113 notes - Posted September 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Okay so obviously this is not as offensive as Mexican week, or putting milk in challah and serving it at Passover, or Japanese week, because North-Americans-Who-Go-Camping is not a group of people who face discrimination in the UK, but Paul Hollywood saying that a S'more is a digestive biscuit, Italian meringue, dark chocolate, and should not be toasted to the point of melting is just.... what? I don't know how long it takes but they could make graham crackers and marshmallows from scratch. And I understand the need to have a dozen identical ones that are taste-tested much later than when a melty-gooey-s'more should be eaten means that maybe melting it would make it worse. But this is not a s'more:

And yes, I am falling for the outrage machine that is Twitter and haven't actuality watched the episode myself. But like, I enjoy chocolate covered Hobnobs and was sad when the local Scottish store stopped selling them (I was a kid at the time). But they are not a component of s'mores.

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[pens-swords-stuff]

Is there a favorite snack or food you have in japan but not the us? Or the other way around?

oh boy do i ever

So American snacks are actually pretty easy to find in Japan, and have been for a few years now. It's actually quite difficult trying to find snacks to bring to my Japanese friends and counsins now when I visit because they can get most of the things in Japan. I've seen cheetos, pringles, doritos, most of the major chip-brands, oreos, cereals, etc. (I don't have much of a sweet tooth and I'm a huge potato chip fan, so that's mostly what I pay attention to. I feel like there are several candies that haven't made their way to Japan yet, but honestly I don't even look for them so I can't say for certain).

I have also been convinced for years that Bugles and Tongari Corn are the exact same snack. Next time I go to Japan, I'm bringing Bugles with me so I can do a taste-test. Yes I know that I could probably look it up on the internet. No, I'm not going to do that, because this is a test that I have to personally do. Please don't tell me if you know the answer; I need to discover it on my own.

On the other hand, Japanese snacks are really difficult to find in America! There are several that have gone more American mainstream like pocky and hi-chew that you can get at basically any American grocery store now. Asian grocery stores also have a small selection of Japanese snacks, but they are pretty pricy and have smaller packaging. I've also found that Asian grocery stores tend to carry more Korean and Chinese snacks over Japanese.

There is this snack called Umai Bou that I love in Japan. When I first discovered it at a local Asian grocery store near me a couple of years ago, it was groundbreaking. I haven't had it in years, and it was the first time I've ever seen it in America and I was so happy. They only have 2 flavors compared to the dozens that are in Japan, but it was such a huge thing for me and my family because oh my god this is finally here???

One of my favorite Japanese snacks is Jagarico that I've never been able to have in America, so after a trip to Japan, I brought back so much and kept it safe and sound for over a year to eat on my birthday. It was valuable. But recently, I've actually started seeing some in my local Asian grocery store and I was actually crying. For two reasons, really: One, I finally had access to it! Two, it was in a much smaller packaging that didn't have nearly as much as the standard packaging, and was also like 5 times more expensive.

Point is: There's not a lot of Japanese snacks I can get where I live. And on the rare occasion that something does make it over, it's really notable and makes me want to cry but also is really really expensive.

Some common Japanese snacks that I find at my local Asian grocery stores include but are not limited to: Kaki no tane, Pero Pero Choco, Nori and salt flavored potato chips, Hot and spicy potato chips, and different kinds of rice crackers.

But! It really depends on where you live. I live in a place with a decent but not too sizable Japanese population. In places with a much larger Japanese community, there are usually Japanese grocery stores like Mitsuwa Marketplace and other ones where they have a much more diverse selection of Japanese goods, food and snacks (and bookstores and bakeries and food courts within the marketplace). You can't get everything there, but they have a lot more than I have in my local Asian grocery stores.

I recently took a trip with my parents to a Mitsuwa market and a couple of other Japanese grocery stores in the area because we needed to stock up on Japanese food. I shamelessly spent a couple hundred on Japanese snacks that I couldn't get back at my place.

I also think you might be able to get some online now, but I haven't looked into that too much.

Below the cut is an incomplete list of Japanese snacks that I love! There are SO many, and this is just off the top of my head. They're pretty unique in that there aren't really America-equivalents that I know of. So while you can find sour cream and onion chips in Japan, you really can't find super similar things in America. I did not include beverages or ice creams or candy because man. That's just an entirely different conversation in it of itself.

AAPI AMA 2022: Ask me anything about being Japanese!

Remember that these are just my personal experiences and opinions! My thoughts and experiences are not necessarily representative of every Japanese person, and should not be taken as such.

Jagarico

Scone

Galbo

Umai-Bo

Sapporo Potato

Curl

Takenoko no Sato

Caramel Corn

Baby Star Ramen

Potato Fry: Fried Chicken Flavor

Corn Potage Snack

Happy Turn

Chiroru Choco

Kappa Ebisen

Ottotto

Chocoball

Pretz

Jagabee

Bakauke

Kabuki Age

There's so much more but this is making me really hangry so I'm going to stop here! 😭 I want Japanese snacks so badly

[grenade-cephalopod]

You are right on one thing, I did neglect to put a recipe for potato chips. My bad. It's actually really easy. Just cut thin slices of potato with a peeler or knife and pat dry with a paper towel, then place the slices in a deep pot full of oil heated until shimmering (that's when there's little bubbles at the top!) and cook until the edges brown lightly (About 30 seconds.) Then place them on a paper towel for ten minutes in a single layer to get some of the oil off and hit them with your seasoning of choice! Very easy to do.

Now that the fun potato portion of the post is over, time for the rest! ...Yay!

Your first point, that Americans are too poor to make chips, is incredibly reductive. Yes, there is food shortages. Food *is* expensive. A bag of potatoes, a roll of wax paper and a small bottle of oil is five to ten dollars. Most Americans that choose to do this will be able to spare five to ten dollars.

Additionally (and this is the funny thing about literally everything) not everybody will have the time to do this. If you do, however, it's a nice way to give back to your community in a small way. Also "kids these days don't know how to boil water" is just patently false. Young people, just like any group of people, have some people good at some things and some good at other things. If the kids around you don't know how to boil water maybe you should teach them.

As for your notion that delivery people are not a part of the community and are just "soulless, faceless entities," delivery drivers are in fact people with flesh and blood and bones just like you and me. If they are local delivery drivers, that means they live locally. In your locale. You know what else you can call your locale? Your community! So it sounds like delivery drivers are in fact community members, not meaty flesh puppets that only serve to bring you McNuggets.

And the delivery driver totally can buy or make his own chips! And he might not trust yours! And that is fine! Not every delivery driver will trust or want them. Some will. We trust a bunch of strangers to give candy to children every Halloween and I know that sometimes it's homemade and this is basically the same. The main point is that it's an attempt to break through the shell that capitalism has taught us should be normal. He can buy them, but also someone made some, free of charge, to show they appreciate him. Maybe even if they don't trust the chips they'll appreciate the sentiment and realize that an insular world is a lonely one.

There's also a very easy way to resolve the property issue! If you write "FREE FOR DELIVERY DRIVERS!" or even just "FREE!" on a piece of paper and tape it to the container you keep the bags in, most people who can read the English language with at least some proficiency will assume it's free for delivery drivers. Also the fact that anyone is able to shoot somebody else so easily is a problem, but that's one for later.

Thank you so much for telling me the size of the Great Lakes compared to England! I would love to go to England one day. And I also hate going to work. Working fucking sucks. And I do have social anxiety! That's why cooking and putting the chips out is better than directly interacting with people to make a change.

I'm very glad as an American that you did not immediately recognize me as an American. It means I'm not the boorish stereotype people perceive as "American."

If you read all of this, thanks for listening to someone else's opinion! I hope you make the chips. I hope they're good. I hope you share them with someone you love.

The most important tool in your boycott toolkit is spreading knowledge and kindness. Find brands that serve alternatives locally, yes, but also consider producing your own alternatives and offering them to your community. Capitalism's worst quality is its insular nature. If you have social anxiety, consider making something simple like potato chips and putting them in wax paper bags. You can leave these bags out for delivery drivers and possibly convince them to not support a company fueling genocide. From there, the influence can only grow. Prove to those who doubt that we are not the bloodthirsty antisemites they paint us as.

[charlie-pippin-faraday]

fabina h/cs?

Oh yes I was hoping someone would ask me this. Warning this got very long I have a lot of thoughts and feelings

They are so sweet it makes everyone wanna barf sometimes

In S1 some of them (Mick, Mara, Alfie, Patricia) place bets on when they're gonna get together. Mick wins

During S2 Amber tries to get them together in a multitude of different ways. She tries mistletoe, the old "trapping them in a small dark room together" trick, conspiring with Patricia and Alfie to ensure they just so ~happen~ to find themselves alone together, etc.

Throughout S3, they literally never stopped thinking about each other

After graduation, it's a really turbulent and transitionary period in Fabian's life, and he has to assess what he really wants. And he realizes he never stopped loving Nina, and he wants to be with her again

Amber actively encourages him to go after her, saying he'll regret it for the rest of his life if he doesn't

Nina realizes the past year without him has been miserable. It's been awful not having her best friend by her side to talk to and confide in and do things with, and she's missed him so much. So when he reaches out, all of her feelings come rushing back with an intensity, and she decides she doesn't want to lose him again, and they get back together. For good this time.

They go to college in America together, and Fabian ultimately moves to her hometown of Cleveland to be with her

After college they work at a museum together looking at historical stuff all day long. They get to nerd out and they work together well; it's a dream job

Nina tries her best to introduce Fabian to American culture. Some of it is a bigger culture shock than others. Nina is always incredibly amused when he doesn't get words right or he gets flustered and confused at certain customs

He's not sure how he feels about American fast food

American pie, however, is his new favorite thing. Especially Nina's gran's pies

The Fourth of July scares him. But barbecues are nice

Nina is a fan of Cleveland's baseball team. She takes him to a game, and by god is he confused. He has trouble following. The first game is a lost cause. But once Nina points out how dependent the game is on math, then he starts to get the hang of it. A little bit

American driving, however, is horrifying to Fabian. Nina's a pretty good driver, and Fabian's fairly good (if not a bit stiff and nervous) at driving in the UK, but in America it's a whole different animal. Not only are they on the other side of the road, but the drivers here are fast and aggressive. It's very scary. The ONLY reason he eventually learns to do it the American way is because he wants to be able to take Nina out and be a competent enough man to drive a car around

Speaking of cars: one summer they definitely go on a cross-country road trip, just the two of them. It's meant to bring them closer and be romantic, and it is. They love looking at all the sights together, and Fabian is amazed by the sheer diversity of landscape and how gorgeous parts of the country can be. He TRIES to split the driving 50/50, but America is just so goddam BIG, like intimidatingly huge, and he's not used to driving for that long. The driving ends up being more like 70/30 in Nina's favor, but she doesn't mind. She gives Fabian the responsibility of making a road trip playlist, and he knocks it out of the park

At home, they enjoy cozy nights by the fireside, reading and snuggling under blankets

Sweaters! They are sweater people and I enjoy the image of them snuggling together in sweaters

Handwritten letters! They write each other handwritten letters all the time, especially in the summer between season 1-2 and the period of time between graduation and Fabian making the move to America. They both keep every single letter they receive and each keep them stored in a sentimental little box

They like to frequent old/used bookstores and antique shops. Their place is filled to the brim with odd knickknacks and collectibles that they find, and they have an entire wall with shelves piled high with books

They don't need a lot of fancy stuff, and they don't care about being high-class; they don't care much about appearances, and they don't need a lot. All they care about really is being together.

They learn to get better at communication and not let anyone else's opinion about their relationship impact their relationship. They're the only ones that know what's best for them, and they take things at their own pace

Nina can get overly emotional and stressed sometimes, and Fabian's her rock. That's how it's always been, and that's how it always will be

They love to watch the discovery channel and the national geographic channel, along with netflix documentaries

They fuckin LOVE escape rooms, they use every excuse they can to go to escape rooms

Nina takes Fabian to the rock and roll hall of fame, and he's like a kid in a candy store

They are frequent patrons of their local coffee shop, to the point where all the baristas know who they are

They are very cheesy and sentimental all the time. Most everything they do is very thoughtful and has some kind of meaning

They like to write cute notes to each other and leave them around the house

It takes Fabian forever to actually propose to Nina, to the point where he gets calls from Amber just about every day asking when she's getting an engagement announcement. He just wanted to be careful and deliberate about it and make sure everything was perfect

He makes sure the proposal is simple and romantic. He sets up a candlelit dinner, the lights are low, he talks to her softly and sweetly and tells her he loves her and pops the question

Nina, surprisingly, does not cry. Fabian, however, definitely does when she says yes

He proposes with a family ring; his grandmother's ring. It's very sentimental and has a lot of history behind it, and we all know Nina loves that stuff, and the history and story makes her very emotional

He does what he should have done in S2 instead of writing a poem: he writes her a song and plays it for her on the guitar. It's her favorite thing he's ever done for her.

After the engagement they tell Amber before they tell anyone else, because she'd kill them if they didn't

They surprise her with a video call, and they don't tell her at first, but then Nina surprises her and shows off the ring, and Amber screams so loud they're convinced she's going to break glass.

Amber is even more excited than they are, she talks with them absolutely non-stop about their wedding. She even tries to take control of it at some point

Their wedding is a fairly small wedding; it takes place at an outdoor venue in the spring, at a beautiful location just outside her hometown in America. Mick is the best man and Amber is the maid of honor. Amber gives an incredibly emotional MOH speech and sobs buckets. Gran walks Nina down the aisle

Her wedding dress looks a little something like this; definitely something with long lacy sleeves

They have 3 kids, all girls

The oldest is Evelyn, named after Nina's gran. She's got dark hair, Nina's curls, Nina’s light blue eyes, and she looks like Fabian. She got Nina's courageous leadership side, she's very adventurous

The middle child is Sarah. She looks like someone legit photocopied Nina. Same hair color, same curls, same eyes, same general facial features. She got the intellectual and bookish side of both of them

The youngest is Eloise, kind of a little bit after Sarah's mother but mostly they just liked the name. Often they call her "Lou" and she definitely goes by that when she's older. She somehow got to be strawberry blonde, has less curls than her sisters, she has Fabian's blue-green eyes, and is a mix of them both when it comes to facial features. She got the part of them that liked to sneak around and break the rules; as she gets older she becomes very rebellious, and Nina jokes "are we sure this child came from me and not Patricia?"

All 3 girls are little troublemakers and they're partners in crime

At some points when the girls are a bit much Fabian gets stressed and shouts "we're outnumbered!!!!!"

Amber is their aunt and showers the girls with expensive presents all the time, especially clothes, which all of the girls LOVE. Nina and Fabian accuse her of spoiling them and she says "If I can't spoil them then what's the point of being the rich beloved aunt?"

The girls do indeed love Amber, all three of them adore her

When the girls get older they find the boxes of letters their parents wrote to each other, they think it's very sweet

Even as they get older, the two of them always set aside time to be romantic with each other

And they remain each other's best friend and confidante forever and ever

yo please feel free to keep sending me these! or asking me my opinions on stuff! this is a lot of fun!

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Kiss request! 65 with Trikey while in Michael's house with his family at home but they are in another room (uuhh danger!!) Thank you :)♡

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Michael's face lit up in a splat of fire just to turn blue again a moment later, contrasting with the bright red tip of his cigarette. He propped himself against the porch railing, taking pleasure in spoiling the pristine white snow that rounded all the man-made edges, squishing it into a bland mess with his arms. Watching the puffs of smoke disappear into the indigo sky, Michael shivered under his heavy jacket. It was Halloween in North Yankton again - as cold as an unhappy marriage and just as ugly. He hated every second between the end of September and the beginning of June. It meant cold air pouring inside and nagging at bare patches of skin at night. It was a time of spending evenings with the family in the worst ways imaginable - playing (and losing, that was the worst) stupid games, watching dull cartoons and festive specials, and worst of all, school drama club shows. Somehow, sitting in an auditorium filled with people who were coughing and sniffing, making the air thick with their unpleasant musk and vapour from wet boots, was not very high on Michael's bucket list. On top of that, he had to waste two hours of his time watching his children babble in lousy costumes and bear with the forced enthusiasm of their teachers while he could spend the very same one hundred and twenty minutes in the local cinema, consuming the real culture.

The only tolerable feature of winter was food. Oh yes. Michael sighed when he imagined how Tracey and Jimmy lay in bed, their heads heavy with dreams about chocolate, their painted faces smiling innocently, while he decimates the candy they collected trick-or-treating, ravenous after yet another of Mandy's tasteless meatloaves. Soon, he thought and inhaled a fluffy hit. Soon, he would have all the sweets his heart desired, and he would blame Trevor for stealing and eating them because who would believe the crazy uncle? Michael snorted, throwing the smouldering butt of a cigarette into the snow. He watched it hiss as it angrily burrowed itself into the powder till there was no evidence left. Kids loved him anyway, so it would take a couple of silly grimaces, and Trevor would win their hearts all over again. The perfect crime, committed by the perfect Townley.

The sound of high-pitched voices from the other side of the door grazed his ears. Turning around, Michael hesitated, not quite ready to jump back into the preparations for the night. Amanda was capable of taking care of things herself, her voice engaged in a duet of argument with Tracey. No, he didn't need to step back into the warm light of their brand new living room and be forced into taking sides. Michael was perfectly fine right there in the cold, his back propped by the fruit of his hard work. He remembered how Trevor laughed when he first proudly showed him the white picket fence and teased Michael over owning the most American house in both Yanktons. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly when the memory brought a phantom touch where Trevor poked his belly, calling him an apple pie and how he had to tickle Trevor's soft spot on the side of his neck to make it stop. That evening a couple of months back, they ended up sitting on sun-drenched porch steps of the empty Townley manor, washing down giggles with cheap cigarettes and beer.

As if his thoughts were a mating cry attracting the man who occupied his mind, the silence of the Halloween afternoon was cut short by crunching stomps. Michael didn't have to turn around to know exactly whose feet kicked the steps to remove the remaining snow off the boots. Instead, he simply flicked another cigarette butt behind his shoulder and straightened his back, counting every crack in his spine before he would have to face the chaos Trevor always brought about. To his surprise, the only part left of Trevor he knew was a signature shark smirk. It was newly framed by black lipstick, white make-up, smoky eyeshadow, and a long black wig. Michael couldn't help but let his mouth gape in surprise, taking in the tall slim outline of Trevor's body enveloped in a thick black coat and the way the fake fur around Trevor's shoulders rose and fell in times with his breath. Silk gloves delicately underlined the outfit, and thanks to the high heels boots, Trevor towered over Michael. For a shameful moment, Michael wished to pin the man to the wall, kick his legs apart and vandalize the outfit in the worst ways imaginable.

"Oh, I take it you like my mask then, Mikey?"

Michael closed his mouth too fast when called out, and the clack of his teeth resonated painfully through his skull. "What are you talking about?"

Trevor's mouth widened with a grin. "Boo, you looked like you wanted to fuck my little Morticia Addams self through the wall, didn't you?" A silk-clad finger slid alongside Michael's jaw. "Your mouth was gaping the second you laid eyes on me!"

"I was shocked! You look like…" Michael gestured frantically, "like those chimpanzees they test make-up on!"

Trevor merely chuckled. "So what, are you developing a new kink for hairy apes wearing make-up? I shouldn't have shaved then."

Michael's glare didn't need an explanation. Instead of continuing the convo with the unnecessarily hot friend, Michael gestured towards the door, muttering something about mulled wine under his breath. Trevor chuckled again when Michael opened the door for him, still fooled by the feminine outfit and the way he puffed up his chest when he realized his mistake.

The moment they stepped inside, the screeching that nagged on their ears turned into a barely mistakable sound of awe and jaw-dropping onto the meticulously sewn costume, followed by a snort and two tiny feet stomping towards them.

"Uncle T! You look like the witch from that emo family on TV!"

Michael secretly loved each and every interaction between Trevor and Tracey. Given the opportunity, he watched how Trevor's face bloomed into a toothy grin as he squatted and gave his goddaughter a hug.

"Aww, why thank you, sweetie!" Trevor's nails, long and black against pink chiffon, distracted Michael for a moment. "Your costume is amazing! You look almost as good as me!"

Tracy, who was just in the middle of an adorable giggle she practised in front of her stickers covered mirror, stopped suddenly and smashed her fairy stick against Trevor's forehead so hard the velvet he was wearing suddenly resembled starry night.

"Almost? What do you mean, almost? I DO look better than you!"

Trevor merely snickered and tried to give her another hug, but she, nose up, was already on her way back to Amanda, who spewed lightning with her sight and stood in the middle of the living room, arms crossed on her chest.

"Tracey, come on, you know I was kidding! You look much better than your old uncle!"

Michael couldn't help but snort when he saw how Tracey turned on her toes tips, playing bold the way her mother used to when he first met her. Her triumphant expression, half-hidden under locks of brown hair that fell into her forehead, and Trevor's desperation to win her over reminded Michael of his and Amanda's past with a bittersweet kick to the gut.

"I don't believe you, T." Trevor flinched as the magic stick flew around his ear. "But just you wait till mom does my hair and make-up! You won't stand a chance!"

Before Trevor could answer, Amanda got hold of Tracey and stepped back to the living room, and with a sneer and a remark about Michael not helping at all, she muted out a new tantrum with her own voice full of desperation. Michael could feel Trevor's gaze roaming from the doorframe to him, and in a rare moment of hospitality, Michael pulled him to his feet and nodded towards the kitchen, a quiet haven with dim lights and a promise of alcohol.

With a precision screaming unhealthy habit, Michael pulled two bottles out of the fridge. He threw one to Trevor and let himself marvel at the clinking sound of cheap rings closing around the cold glass as Trevor caught the bottle and turned it right side up. The kitchen wasn't the largest room of the house, but there was enough room for an island right in the middle of it, and Michael was secretly grateful for the obstacle. From his vantage point by the fridge, hidden in shadow, he could easily observe Trevor. The way his lips curled around the tip of the bottle, how his tongue darted out and searched for white foam, the way he looked back at Michael biting his lip. Michael could barely do anything but keep eye contact and take in Trevor's slow approach.

Before he could utter a word of protest or fight his petrifying fascination, Michael found his back pinned against the fridge door, plastic fruit magnets imprinting into his skin. The sound of rustling paper as he ruined his children's drawings took his attention off the fact Trevor pressed him there, and that long black nails were scratching down his face in a silent plea.

"Are you wearing a new cologne, Mikey?" Trevor leaned in, and his breath left goosebumps on Michael's neck. "I don't know what it is, but you make me so damn hard."

Michael gulped. Trevor's warmth alone almost drove him crazy, flooding him with memories he didn't want a glimpse of. Trevor's fist grabbing a handful of his shirt. Trevor's half-open lips so close to his. Trevor's eyes dark with longing. Trevor's chest rising almost under his palm, the only barrier being a layer of soft cloth. The world was spinning under his feet and Michael could do nothing but give in to the temptation. Just as Trevor was leaning in to get his treat - and Michael closed his eyes and slightly parted his lips to give him his best - the heat disappeared abruptly. Michael, grieving the sensation by letting out a shaky breath, could only blink away the black outline that stepped back from him.

"What… What's the problem, T?"

In between stood black and white silence, occasionally interrupted by Tracy's angered screech.

"I'm sorry, Michael, I got carried away…" Trevor's head dropped the way a reprimanded child's would when caught drawing on a wall. "Please don't kick me out, I was looking forward to trick and treating with kids and…"

Michael's hand was shaking - shit, when was the last time he trembled so much from just a touch? The back of his hand gently slid down Trevor's cheek, only to bloom into all his fingers to brush against the soft spot on his neck and elicit some shivers too. Slender fingers covered his when they met on Trevor's chest, and the warmth he craved so much was back.

"Are you sure, Mikey?" there was a squeeze to his hand, and Michael squeezed back. When did Trevor become so gentle with him? He wasn't sure - but he was silently glad for Trevor's hand sliding into his hair, bringing him closer. Another bang from the living room, and Trevor jumped slightly, his breath hot on Michael's lips. Finally, he could not take it any longer and grabbing fists full of velvet, Michael surged forward and killed the needy gasp on Trevor's lips.

Later that night, Michael stood by the railing again, smoking yet another Red Wood. He told himself it was out of habit, but some tiny part of him demanded to erase the memory of the taste of beer mixed with lipstick and something unmistakeably Trevor. Dragging deep into the lungs, he couldn't help but wonder if he would hate it if it still was just him, Trevor and Lester on the run. His eyes followed two boys with plastic water guns running through the street, stealing from seldom other carolers, hand in hand, laughing. When he turned around, all he saw was an empty house, dark and cold, no matter how much knick-knack accumulated inside. Michael chuckled humorlessly. What he and Trevor did was great, but for kids. He had a family - responsibility, and no amount of lipstick smeared on his face and around his cock could ever change what he had become. Closeted bastard with two kids, cheating on his wife with his cross-dressing best friend, screamed his conscience. A fifth butt got buried in snow. Yeah. He hated Halloween.

[simply-zhouye]

Zhou Ye: The Wonderful Ideas of Lotte Girls // Esquire Fine photoshoot & interview ~ a really wonderful interview with Yezi!

Read rough translation of interview below: https://mp.weixin.qq.com/s/lY3oBM51ytlua7S8ZRdmlw

The lively character is like jumping candy, and the crisp voice is like summer honeydew. It can be a cute angel or a rebellious girl. Who wouldn't like a beautiful and free girl? We met Zhou Ye at a claw machine shop, and she caught the one she wanted five times!

Zhou Ye didn't laugh when shooting the magazine blockbuster, but she liked to laugh privately.

In the eyes of the people around, she is a simple and lively little girl, born optimistic, loves to joke, and loves to share all the fun and delicious. After catching up with the good-looking drama, she will also be ambitious to everyone, even if she encounters any troubles, she It will be resolved soon. She denied the title of "Girl's Heart"-when she was not working, she liked to lie at home and chase dramas, and science fiction and fantasy were her dishes. She enthusiastically gave an example. There is an American drama called "Stranger Things". It is about a little boy who disappeared in a small town in the United States. Everyone went to find him and found that there was an entrance to another world, exactly the same as this world. , But there is no one in that world. Such a story attracts her even more.

A few days ago, she took a four-day holiday, "very satisfied!" During the holiday, she made appointments with a few good friends for dinner, went to the playground, and watched dramas. If the vacation is longer, she would prefer to go home and stay with her family. Playing with mom and dad, playing with grandpa and grandmother, the family finds a beautiful place to go camping, and if you don’t go out, you can play mahjong with the whole family. She can stay away from looking at her mobile phone for a day.

Asked this girl who is not so girly what she wants, she said, "Now I want to accomplish everything in the moment, and every day will be better than the day before!"

Therefore, Zhou Ye, who hopes to be more progressive, raised his face and chatted with us about serious matters.

Before, people often said to me, "I like your performance of "Youth", but now everyone talks more about "Shanhe Ling". Let’s start the conversation with "The Order of Mountains and Rivers".

Gu Xiang in the play is a girl who is cold on the outside and warm on the inside. She helped Cao Weining, Zhang Chengling, and the singing sisters, but it didn't mean that she trusted them. She just felt that these people were very pitiful. Because Gu Xiang was picked up by her master when she was a child, she felt sorry for them and wanted to protect them.

She is defensive to everyone, and she will not trust anyone easily. In terms of character, Gu Xiang and I are a bit like. Both are more lively. What we don't quite resemble is our life experience and living environment.

When I first finished reading the script of "The Order of Mountains and Rivers", I loved Gu Xiang from the bottom of my heart. Gu Xiang grew up in Guigu where she was killed and beaten everywhere. Although she was lucky enough to meet Wen Kexing, the master who protected her, the rivers and lakes were sinister and Gu Xiang never really relaxed. Therefore, she can only protect herself by fierce methods. She looks acrimonious, slurs and curses, and she has to fight or kill at every turn. She looks very fierce and cruel, but her heart is really innocent and special. Kindness. When encountering people like Cao Weining, Zhang Chengling, and the singing sister Hua, Gu Xiang will rescue them and help them beat the gangsters. 

Many audience friends felt that the ending of Gu Xiang and Cao Weining was too miserable when they watched "The Order of Mountains and Rivers". Gu Xiang originally didn't know what the outside world was like. After she came to the world, she met Big Brother Cao, and the two people who loved each other were about to be happy. Unexpectedly, on the day of the wedding, Gu Xiang lost her lover so much that she would fight herself Life. I am also uncomfortable with this ending. It is not easy for them to get to this day. Why can't they live well? If I were to write an ending, it would definitely be two people living together happily forever.

For me, playing Gu Xiang should be more difficult than playing. This is my first time shooting a costume drama, and also my first time shooting a martial arts drama. "Shanhe Ling" really has a lot of martial arts, because it tells the story of the rivers and lakes, so I joined the group some time before I started, and learned some moves from the martial arts masters. 

In retrospect, the scene of the wedding was the most memorable. I had been shooting for three days in a row. I had been beating, killing, and hanging off Wia, and I would beat off some hair accessories from my hair. I didn't dare to hang on Wia at first, and the costume was so thick that I could easily trip on my feet. But I can’t take care of this when I shoot. This is Gu Xiang’s most emotional scene. I feel the same for Gu Xiang and can’t help crying. Until the end of my cry, I can’t tell whether my face is tears or saliva. , I hope that through this scene, everyone can feel Gu Xiang’s pain.

For me at this stage, whether it is a role that is more similar to myself or a completely different role, I am willing to give it a try. If the character of a character is very pleasing, I will have a sense of substitution when I read the script, I will like it, and I will really want to play it. 

In fact, my interest in acting began after I was in college. When I was a child, I learned piano, and I was not very sensible at that time. I thought it would be fine to play the piano every day after growing up and collect tickets. After being admitted to the Beijing Film Academy, we often watch movies. When the directors see their favorite movies, they will think "I can make such a great movie in the future". I am in the acting department, so I hope I can do it in the future. Acting in a particularly powerful movie may be the influence of the school atmosphere. I still remember that I watched some old movies when I was in school. I really liked "Scent of a Woman" and Marlon Brando. He played "The Godfather" very well.

In the film school, we had a lot of opportunities to meet the director and the crew. We tried again and again, and slowly met scenes that were willing to use our young actors, and started the road to filming. I will definitely read the script several times before filming. In addition to my own role, I have to read the whole story, write a short biography of the character, and talk to everyone at the script reading meeting. For example, when shooting "Ah Cradle", I often consulted sister Haiqing and the director. In the filming of "Youth in Youth", I would also ask the director: The girl I played has such a good family, why does she bully her classmates? The director told me that because her parents had very strict education for her, she was required to be particularly good since she was a child. She was under tremendous pressure and kept suppressing it, so she vented the pressure by bullying her classmates.

When taking the play, I don't worry about people comparing my previous works or achievements, as long as my requirements for myself will not change. My request is to do my best to shape each role. Every time I finish filming a film, I will have a certain evaluation of myself, and I will also look at other people's evaluations of me, as well as the opinions given to me by my predecessors, to integrate these. Every time, I hope I can do better next time. 

Up to now, I have been shooting for a few years, and I feel that I am not a talented actor, and I have to be a model worker. However, the sisters who brought me to the management team said that my biggest change and improvement is that I am more independent than before. When I first started filming, I would hide in the room and cry by myself every time I joined the group, especially wanting to go home.

Now I am more comfortable with the life of the crew than before. When I first joined the group, I still felt a little homesick. I hope to finish the filming soon, and become familiar with everyone. After work, I will play with the actors in the same group. When I was resting, I was playing with werewolf killing or something, so happy, I didn't want to kill it. I didn't want to be successful when I was filming "Shanhe Ling", and the same was true when filming "Ah Cradle". As actors, it seems that we can go to different places every time we film. In fact, there is not much time to spend in the local area, but we can eat a lot of local delicacies.

As I said just now, I want to do everything right now, and the current week is the best week.

 Do you often dream? Please share a dream that is more imaginative.

Zhou Ye:

I sometimes dream. Once, I dreamed that I received an acceptance letter from an owl, took the Hogwarts Express train to the magic school to learn magical magic, visited Hogsmeade Village, and met so many new friends. .

What is your dream day like? How to spend it?

Zhou Ye:

At this stage, my dream day is to sleep in late, and after waking up, I will lie in bed and watch a drama or hang out with my friends or watch a drama.

How to arrange the dream holiday? Stay at home or go out to play?

Zhou Ye:

Of course, it is best to have two days, so you can stay at home one day and go out to play one day!

What about the journey of your dreams? With whom, where to go, and how to play?

Zhou Ye:

With your family, you can go to the beach or play paragliding.

What is your dream job announcement?

Zhou Ye:

Go to Universal Studios to shoot hahahaha, I really want to go!

What kind of "dream skills" do you want to have?

Zhou Ye:

Teleport!

Which era is the dream era? why?

Zhou Ye:

Now, now is the best time. Grasp the moment.