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I’ve been listening to a LOT of Ricky Montgomery lately and it’s always these two songs that remind me of hannigram so much
Please let me know what you think I was thinking the first one (Mr. Loverman) is wills POV when Hannibal goes to jail or when he goes to Italy
The second one (My hearts buried in Venice) is Hannibal’s POV when he’s in Italy and missing will
gang i got a req to write a joao felix fic and honestly im contemplating whether i should start writing one bc NO ONE IS MAKING JOAO FICS BRO 💔 so uhhh lmk and give me requests i’ll be making fics ab anyone atp as long as y’all will read it
A few things which are “canon” somewhere for people who are worried they’re stretching it too far
Arthur was killed by a giant cat.*
Arthur killed the cat.
Arthur didn’t fight the cat. Kay did.
Kay and Bedivere use salmon as taxis.
Lucan is half giant, half lion. (This Lucan, Lucano in the original Italian, is evil and not related to Bedivere).
King Arthur raided the land of the dead.
The human knight Caradoc Briefbras has three half siblings: a dog, a horse, and a pig.
A large portion of Arthur’s troops was killed a while before Badon by his nephew’s attack ravens in self-defense. Arthur and said nephew were playing chess at the time and neither did much to stop it. [Edit: before Badon, not Camlann, which has apparently already happened despite Arthur and Mordred being alive]
Merlin retired peacefully and went to live in the countryside with his also-magic sister Ganieda, Taliesin, and another of their friends. [Edited]
Wherever Arthur walks, plants die. They don’t grow back for years.
Arthur had a spunky (half?) brother who died in battle after making a mysterious oath.
Dagonet is more or less able to run the kingdom when Arthur is gone. His biggest error is overspending on mercenaries.
Guinevere has an evil almost identical twin half-sister.
Hector beat up all the best knights except for Galahad while possessed by a demon.
Gawain plays tennis.
Gawain has used a chessboard as a weapon.
Near the start of his reign, Arthur left Lot in charge of the kingdom and went on a quest with a sassy parrot.
Gawain or Galahad succeeded Arthur as king.**
*Whether or not this is canon anywhere is a somewhat meta matter. André de Coutance complains that the story that Chapalu/Cath Palug killed King Arthur and conquered England is a slanderous lie while also implying it's widely circulated. He's saying that it's canon in other places and also that it's wrong. As far as I know, no other text mentions a tradition where the cat kills the king.
**Not in different texts--Bhalbhuaidh is either Irish Gawain or Irish Galahad.
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Hey, I finally decided to post this.
Lemme know what you think.
There are 2̶ 3 imposters remaining
It has been exactly three months aboard the Skeld, it is a year long journey back to Mira HQ, and there is an imposter among us.
We've been finding bodies since the second month, and now out of a ten person crew only half of us are left. White and Cyan seem to have hidden themselves away, Purple and Black are either looking for them or doing tasks I don't know which, at this point I've degraded to pacing around the ship, finding no motivation to do my tasks if I'm just going to get slaughtered.I think we forgot each others names at one point in our fight to survive, I responded to the color of my suit as easy as my name, it helped that I chose Red. I've always loved the color red, I couldn't help but focus on the humming of electricity coming from Electrical, I sighed heading towards the door, it was better to fix the wires now then try and get back here and do it when the lights went out, the doors had closed behind me when the smell hit me, a sharp tangy iron, like pennies and oranges, blood.
I hadn't been the one to find one of the bodies yet and now one lay right in front of me, surrounded by a growing puddle of blood, I knew I should have reported it, but no one would know if I took a taste first, right? No one but me. My helmet hissed when I disconnected it from my suit tossing it away to blend into the shadows of the room, my gloves went next tossed aside with my helmet, I approached excited, the blood tried to turn the bodies white suit as red as my own, I dropped down to run one hand through the blood, it was warm and sticky like watered down slime, licking it off my fingers was a well practiced movement, leaving behind all composure I scooped up handfuls of blood smearing it on the way to my mouth, I didn't realize that I wasn't alone until I looked up and saw Purple standing next to the vent, I couldn't help how I froze
"Wait! It's not what it looks like I swear! I'm not the..." I tried to plead my case, when Purple’s chest split open into a maw of teeth and tongues
"Imposter.." The doors were locked when I tried to flee
"Please! I'm sorry! Don't kill me!" There was a gruesome ripping noise and Purple was in front of me in seconds, I kept my eyes closed, not wishing to see my demise, when something heavy was dropped in my lap and a hand was placed on top of my head, my eyes opened on there own to gaze at the arm in my lap, seemingly torn from Whites corpse, the hand on my head moved in soft petting motions, I looked at Purple through my lashes
"Oh! Uh, for me?" I asked a bit hesitant, Purple made a sort of crooning noise and pushed the arm closer to me continuing to pet my hair, I couldn't help noticing that my hair probably needed to be trimmed I could see the near black, brown color in the edges of my vision, I focused back on the severed limb, well I had been wanting to try human flesh for awhile, I just couldn't get the courage to do it to myself or anyone else, palms where supposed to be one of the tastier parts anyway, and my crew and I where immunize to the adverse effects of eating raw meat, human meat counted in that, right? That didn't help the hesitation I felt when biting down, I felt the finger bones crack easily under the force of my jaw, the white rubber suit kept me from biting into flesh though, despite gnawing on it. I didn't know I was making my frustration known until Purple patted my on the head and made an odd clicking noise that I could only interpret as amusement, I huffed at them
"You don't gotta make fun of me." I told them, as they picked up the arm, they shredded through the suit and some skin as soon as they brought it down to the mouth in their chest, and then handed it back,
"Thanks." I mumbled, glaring off to the side, until I took a bite, I had to naw on it a bit to get through tough skin, but I couldn't help looking back at Purple as I took more bites
"It's good! Kinda like ~mhh~ ham! But kinda,.. Sweeter, I think and bloodier too." I told them excitedly, Purple hadn't stopped petting my head once, I honestly liked it though, at this point this has gotta be one of the best days ever, I was trying to get the meat from between the finger bones when the vent creaked open, I ended up trying to cower behind Purple, when Black stepped around the corner, Purple stepped forward quickly making drawn out noises, Black reciprocated, they seemed to come to an agreement, I couldn't help the fear welling in my chest when they both approached me, I tried to make myself smaller when Black knelt down, then they held out there hand presenting a eyeball with a blue iris, not a dark blue like mine but a gray blue instead, Purple sat next to me I glanced at them and they nudged my arm, I thanked Black taking the orb, they patted me on the head softly when I put the eye in my mouth, it had a smooth texture,like a marble and a touch salty, I rolled it around a little then tried biting into it, it was unsurprisingly rather mild but still tasted meaty, a part of it crunched under my teeth, I decided that I preferred the texture when it was whole, rather than the taste, I still ate it, it wasn't bad, though I went back to eating Whites arm, I laughed using it to wave at Black when he sat on my other side, both Black and Purple made cooing noises and ruffled my hair
“Pfft! Black stop it! Your hands are a mess!” I shoved said appendage away laughing, I grabbed it holding it up
“See?” I asked, showing the splattering of blood across it, presumably from scooping the eye they gave me, out of its socket. I pursed my lips, then lent forward
“Y’know what,here.” I told them, taking their fingers in my mouth before I could change my mind, carefully licking the blood from them. I couldn't help but notice that they had a completely different texture than I expected, more leathery flesh than rubber suit, did that mean the suits were a part of them? I cut my thoughts off to pull Blacks fingers from my mouth, and moved to lick their palm for a second,
“There! All clean?” I asked showing off their hand to them, Black gave me a thumbs up in approval with their other hand, I felt rather comfortable where I sat, then I had a hilarious idea, standing I looked around Whites corpse trying to find a glimpse of red among the shadows, I jumped when two tendrils slid past me to curl around the hidden shapes of my missing helmet and gloves, I glanced back at the two Imposters, finding that the colors matched up, Black’s seemed to be darker than the shadows around it, while Purple’s was a touch lighter and tinted, well purple.
“Thanks guys,” I grinned at them “hey do you wanna see something really funny?”
I asked tugging on my gloves and helmet
“But first, I look okay right? Not like I just ate part of someone?” I joked, awaiting a response, I got a round of amused clicking noises and pats on my head, not as nice when wearing a helmet, I brought out my Datapad, seeing the red ‘Report’ button that appeared when it sensed excessive amounts of decaying human material
“Okay, now watch this and back me up, k?” I didn't wait for a response before tapping the button, the emergency siren blared
“Come on!” I cheered dragging them by their wrists past storage and to the cafeteria, I took a deep breath when I saw Cyan already waiting
“Cyan! Thank goodness you're okay! Whites dead!” I hollered reaching the table
“What?!” Cyan yelped “Where?! What happened!” I had to stifle my laughing to respond in my best ‘worried’ voice
“The thing is, Cyan, all of us were together except for you.” I told him, I could feel when the figures behind me realized what I was doing and pressed closer, Cyan tried shouting his case, how it wasn't him, he pleaded for me to recount what happened in detail to clear his name, I obliged
“Well, first I was pacing around, when I decided to fix the wiring in Electrical, so I walk in and all I can smell is blood, and I find Whites body in the middle of the room!” Cyan gasped in horror “I saw Purple standing in the corner over the vent and they scare me half to death” I laughed, continuing
“It had to be Purple then! Not me!” Cyan interrupted hopefully
“Shut up!” I growled at the cowering Crewmate “I haven't finished my story.” I said simply “So, Purple scares me and I try to run away, but the doors are locked, and Black comes crawling out of the vent scaring me more,I end up reporting the body, and here we are.” I finished cheerily
“So it's,Black?” He asked hesitantly, I pretended to think a moment
“I think you're right Cyan,” I stated in mock surprise “Actually I think you were right both times!” I tell him reaching for my helmet. “Although you missed something, probably my fault, I’m not the best story teller.” I joke, watching his confusion “Hold on, it's a little stuffy don't you think?” I ask taking off my helmet, showing my blood stained face, and crushing any hope he felt with a grin, i'll admit he had good ‘flight’ reflexes, he was out of the room in seconds, I couldn't stop the huff of frustration I released
“I guess we’re gonna have to catch him huh?” I asked, then left out an excited gasp “Ooh! Can I do it? I haven't killed anyone before, let alone chased them down, it'll be fun!" I bounced on my heels a bit, looking up at both of them hopefully, I also just noticed how tall they both were, although I was a little under average on height, still these two had to be at least six inches taller than average, which was completely unfair, Purple seemed just as excited as me though, well I think, I don't really know their social cues or anything so I'm going off of gut feeling at this point, but they seemed to agree with my idea,
"But, can you guys come with me? Don't like, do it for me or anything! I just don't know if I trust myself against someone literally fighting for their life, so…" More head pats were given and Purple motioned for me to lead the way, I beamed at him before following where Cyan went, going past weapons first, giving the room a quick once over,finding it devoid of any near neon crewmates, I continued the trip down to O2 also finding it empty, I quickly backtracked from navigation before the red blinking camera could spot us, so Cyans in Security, but all exits from the cafeteria have cameras, meaning Cyan could be long gone before we get to Security if he sees us, so we need to disable the cameras, but he could still see us and have a head start, so we need to break the lights too, while there is a very small chance of him leaving to fix either of them, the chance is still there despite the most likely option to stay in Security, meaning we need a middle ground, so the Cafeteria doors next to Admin, but first
"So, you guys can sabotage things right?" That was an affirmative
"So we need to break, I think lights first, then Comms? Then go past Admin to hopefully catch him on the way or in Security. We got this." I said determined, going towards Admin, the lights went off, leaving the Skeld darker than I expected, but I got this, I got the thumbs up from Black that Comms were down, and took off in a dead sprint, I caught Cyan sooner than I expected, running into him outside of Electric, literally. I couldn't see him until I accidentally body checked him, taking us both down, thankfully in a position that let me pin him down, well kinda, he was struggling wildly making me have to readjust my grip repeatedly, not letting me do anything other than try keeping him pinned
"Just.Stay. Down already!" I spat, he seemed to ignore me "Purple, Black, a little help, please?" I knew they were nearby, at this point I don't think I could get them off even with a crowbar, not that I'd try, I relaxed a bit when both of Cyans arms were pinned, at this point he knew he was beat so the next thing he tried was talking
"How did three Imposters even get on board without us noticing?" He asked a bit subdued as I tugged off his helmet
"Three? What do you mean three?" Did human faces really get that expressive? It has been a few years since I saw someone without a helmet on, but still!
"There are about to be three accomplices to my murder, so three" He replied with a glare "Well that doesn't mean I'm not human, silly!" I teased him with a tap on the nose, he was struggling again "In fact," I continued "You should be excited, you're going to be my first victim! I know I am." His eyes were wide as I started on the cyan suits fastenings
"Wait, so you're a Crewmember?!" I nodded absentmindedly, tugging off my gloves,"And, and you haven't killed anyone!" "Yet" I interjected, finally getting to the suit zipper "You don't need to do this! There are two of us, we can still get these monsters off the ship!" I paused to raise a hand, and slapped him as hard as I could,grabbed his jaw, looking him straight in the eye I spoke "shut up, don't. You. Dare. Insult them, they have been nothing but kind to me, and I think I'm ready to start now." I looked up for a moment, "Do either of you happen to have something sharp I can use?" I asked politely.
This is the first time anyone tags me in anything so like ahfhjejdbrbf THANK YOU for thinking of me >.< <3
Akaashi makes a lax gesture and the feathers disappear.
-> 9 words, 9 tags (I just barely know this many HQ writers on tumblr and certainly nobody well enough, so if you don’t do tag games or have already been tagged, I am really really sorry!)
@nikfehu , @lumosflies , @fanfic4u , @moon-jellie , @undercookeddaichi , @mooifyourecows , @king--gary, @streetsoldierin , @imori-hikaru
╔ One new message from tangerineyn: i’m starting this on hqblr now so here’s the last line tag. rules are you put the last line you’ve written from any WIP and tag as many people as words ╝
shaking her head, Umi stood up.
6 words, 6 tags
@ohayoposts @nerdybreadcollaborative @newfriendjen @atsumuwoah @princess-semisemi @cloudswritings
Ok but hearing the robotic version of “Daisy, Daisy” triggers the release of adrenaline in my body and I don’t like it
Is the UK in these tumblr streams? Give me a shout, say hi, let’s talk.
ive been meaning to ask but what about unnatural bleeding & werewolf bites makes you guys like them sm?? it was honestly just a random idea I have that turned into this! love seeing yall enjoy it tho <3
Heyo great people!
What content do you want to see from me? Should I post more stuff outside of SIX(like I do every once and a while)? Should I change up the type of content I’m putting out there for SIX? Should I keep it the same? Please let me know what you want! xx
It’d been years since he’d last seen him, but there was no mistaking that crooked nose or the mole above his left eyebrow. Nothing was left of the sunny little boy he’d caught sneaking crumbs from his birthday cake, but years of missing his older brother couldn’t have possibly been easy for him.
- Excerpt from one of my WIPs
do u write criminal minds mlm??
Depends! Which pairing? And what type (eg. fluff, smut or hurt/comfort)? 🙂
I may not write smut for MLM, but I’m happy to write fluff or some sexy flirting or some hurt/comfort!
Let me know! Don’t forget my messages are always open to followers and non-followers! ☺️
Genuinely this is such a cool concept. Though it certainly isn’t meant to be a horror game, RDR2 does have its fair share of terrifying moments (I still get chills every time I remember my first encounter with the Night Folk)
I would have loved to see Rockstar explore horror more intentionally in a DLC, especially with a focus on Native American legends and cryptid folklore.
Undead Nightmare 2 would have been so good
GUYS
I NEED HELP
So I need ideas!
My sister and I are wanting to be a duo for halloween. BUT we don't know what to do. We've thought of like two but idk if we could do them.
So, I was thinking you guys might have some awesome ideas?
TW- ED and bullying.
Since creepypasta was really popular in the 2010’s and late 2000’s I feel like I want to kinda show that in the fic. This is kinda something I wanted to talk about but would anyone will be willing to read my stuff if I made some characters have eating disorders or them being bullies or being bullies. I know that these things are pretty dark but those weren’t uncommon in the late 2000’s and 2010’s.
welcome to the community, fellow ex-lurker!
using the time before uni starts to learn about chosen tracks is something i can relate with because i’m literally doing it rn :’))))
heyaaa! i'm alzz :)) not so new as i've been lurking around the corners of the studyblr community for quite some time now. but is new to blogging so here's my introoo!
> smthn abt me
she/her
18
asian; fil
closeted gay (no one i know knows tumblr sooo)
a weird mix of introvert and extrovert (ambiv)
just finished grade 12 (animation) and is waiting to be admitted to sum college (business/hospitality mgmt program)
will be using this brief time before back-to-school szn to learn about the track i should've chosen during my senior high (abm for business) its a long story frenz, i will be sharing a diff post about that soon c;
interests: reading. harry potter. mcu. the 1975. indie opms. sports. women. some men. tchaikovsky. dead poets society. hermione granger.
> what's with the studyblr (and my goals)
to regain the motivation to study
to make studying a lifestyle because there's so much to learn and so little time and its amazing how our minds are capable of grasping all these infos.
to meet people who share the same goals and struggles in academics as i dooo! becoz we're in this togetherr (and the pandemic made me forget how to socialize with people so send help pls)
have been wanting to study french since i was 12, and for a while i kind of did? (if watching french series and memorizing french songs is called studying, then yes, i did) but now i wanna be serious about this thing
aside from learning business, i am also a student of poetry (this is a hobby/interest of mine that i long to integrate into my daily tasks as i believe that writing is a muscle. it must be exercised regularly so that it may tone up and develop<33).
> what's in the blog
prolly my dark academia obsession (several topics in this culture)
daily tasks
my journey in poetry! i'm making this poetry account in IG (and Tumblr, soon). i'll be sharing the link and username in my future posts :)))
greek myths and their aesthetic
my journey in becoming a business student:))
> studyblrs that inspired me to do thisss
@caffeinatedstudies @studywithvi @studyfrance @amourstudies @lovelybluepanda @amystudying @luminous-studiess @stuhde @telesun @kei-i @studyblr @essayisms @studylustre
i think that's about it? sorry for the long intro, i'm a bit excited to meet y'allz:)) i'll be tracking the tag #gostudyalzz c: have a superb day, academics
history.
A tale that remains unchanged, no matter how many times it is retold.
Their hands are soft- I got to feel them when they grabbed my hand and pulled me into an alleyway, shielding me from oncoming bullets. Having not expected that at all, it took a few moments for me to come out of that headspace, as I stood there- dazed, staring at their back as their hand that held mine a moment ago, let go to grab their gun from their belt and point the weapon at our pursuers. My brain understood why they had to let go, but my heart refused to understand and kept yearning for that touch again and again- like a stubborn child who wanted to eat more ice cream and wouldn't listen to reason. The minutes passed by as I fought to keep my brain and heart at bay while trying to stay connected to reality because we still weren't safe. Move, I reminded my legs and held onto their silhouette with my eyes. Being a human was hard.
By the time we managed to outrun our pursuers, I was gasping, sweaty palm clutching my shirt- right above my heart, as if I'm pushing it to stay inside and not fall out of my mouth. Eyes on the ground and frantic heartbeats in my ear, I failed to register anything else. I felt a light touch to the top of my head and managed to look up from my bent-over-the-knees posture, just in time to see their hand falling from its spot on my hair a few seconds ago. My heart fluttered. And then our eyes met, their worried gaze trained on my face. I swallowed, but my throat still felt dry. I didn't like it when people worried about me, it made me feel guilty. So, I smiled like I always do when I wanted to hide something- when I wasn't ready to tell them why I might have looked like a flustered mess then. They gave up after a few seconds and began to scout our surroundings. I heaved a sigh, relieved, and tried to do a lot of silly things. I tried to tell myself that I was okay, when I was not (how could I be?). Even though that touch lasted for mere seconds, I could still feel the embers of the fire that it had sparked in my chest and now it threatened to burn me inside out. So no, I was not okay. Definitely not.
A bit more of walking and we were finally home!! It's not much- a small, rundown apartment at the edge of town but it was something. The metal stairs gave a *creak* as they stepped on it to climb up, and I was about to follow when a black cat came out of nowhere and climbed up before me. I landed on the ground with an embarrassing *shriek*, my backside aching. Sounds of their laughter echoed in my ears. I looked up at them, a not-so-serious frown playing on my lips because I just couldn't be mad at them when they laughed like that- like a carefree child who had nothing to worry about in life. I sighed and gave in to their smile but then the black cat stared at me, as if to challenge me and rubbed its fur against their leg. Their attention was completely on the cat now (unfortunate for me), as they gently stroked its fur, surprised and pleased when it purred against their blue jeans. Come on, you can't be jealous of a cat, you can't be jealous of a damn cat! You just can't-
But now, finally, they're sitting right in front of me, within the confines of our single bed, legs crossed messily, and all my mind can think of is that they're so close, so close, that if I reach out my hand, I can touch them. They lean towards me to reach for the blanket, their fingers brushing against mine and that fire which I felt earlier in the day was back now, and it was angry- ready to burn me whole.
They're staring outside our bedside window, looking at the city lights far away, oblivious of the plight I'm in, while I can't bring myself to look at anything else but their eyes. They must have noticed of course- as inquisitive as they are, so they turn over to look at me and all my breaths and words just die in my throat as I realise all over again, just how much I adore those blue eyes. They remind me of a sky, where the birds soar free; of freedom.
"What is it?" They ask in a teasing tone, smiling softly but I can't answer. I can't do anything. I can only look at them. Their brows furrow slightly in concern, and they move closer, those lovely soft hands brushing against mine again. But they don't stop with that alone this time. Their fingers become curious as they start exploring my hand, dragging their index over my palm, down to my fingers, feeling them over, digit by digit and I can feel myself going crazy.
Before I know it, my hand is entirely in theirs and they're so close that I can feel their warm breath fanning over my neck. My mind goes empty but my body is set ablaze, and I think that maybe, I've stopped breathing entirely, if only for that moment. Noticing my lack of response, their hands become braver, their right one tangled with mine while their left one rises up to cup my cheek with the gentlest of touches that makes me feel so giddy.
I hear them call my name, but it feels like it's coming from the bottom of a well; so far away. Panicked, my hand reaches out towards that voice, only to be caught by theirs. I stop as I'm held in place by blue eyes; I can't escape. They're searching my face, my entire being for an answer, their soft touches coaxing me to relax and give in. I finally come out of my head, and it feels as if I'm being born again as I learn how to breathe, how to move and how to speak within the safe haven of their touch. And I don't want it any other way.
"You're beautiful", I breathe, leaning into their palm. Their lips part to let out a small laugh and my ears rejoice. "How can you say that with a straight face?!" they say fondly, as if it's something they wouldn't mind listening to everyday, my mind beginning to dream about that very scenario. Meanwhile, their lips inch closer and I don't notice until they're suddenly too close and touching mine.
And the rest is history.
Hello all of you lovely people!! Yes, I know it's been a while since I posted- been trying to find some inspiration and fight off procrastination. So here is this long piece to make up for that (hopefully xD) - I tried first person narrative this time and I don't really do this style a lot, so I hope this is satisfactory for you all to read and enjoy ^^ (also this can be read from either hero/villain/ or literally any of your fav character's pov- you decide <3)
Autistic experience or everyone experience?
I was only diagnosed as an adult, so I’ve been thinking back and wondering if specific sensory experiences are more of an everyone experience or autistic experience. Let me know if you have felt these and whether or not y’all have/are autistic.
-vitamin filled drinks of any sort burn your throat
-honey in tea does not soothe the throat it makes it dry
-volume of public toilets flushing is unbearable
-there is not a single type of comfortable clothing tag. They are all evil
-squishy/slimy with chunks is an abominable food texture, which makes anything from porridge to pie to stew very hard to manage
-tennis shoes have to be tied the exact same tightness
-leaning against warm store deli cases and cars pleases the inner lizard greatly
-stuffing urself in a very small space where you are hidden and gently squished is Very Good (unless ur claustrophobic, which I am not)
-have to climb. I am in a tree. Wedged in the top of a doorway. On the roof. Somewhere I haven’t been told not to go.. anyway my parents tossed me at rock climbing gyms
-fridge is good hum. Lights are bad hum.
I could list more but I shan’t rn
11 Questions Meme
I was tagged by wentworthsbitch. ♥ ♡ ❤ (Third time’s the charm? A.K.A. carletoncolton reattempts the 11 Questions Meme.)
rule 1: always post the rules rule 2: answer the questions from the person who tagged you rule 3: tag 10 people and link them in your post rule 4: let them know you’ve tagged them
1. If you could be killed by any celebrity, who would it be and how would they do it? (yes they have to kill you shutup)
This one had me laughing facedown on my desk and then lying there drawing blank after blank for half the morning. Then I decided to approach this question logically and started researching celebrities with documented weapons training. After all, if I have to be murdered …
Right. So, after considering several likely candidates (Don’t read into my search history, NSA!), I settled on Lucy Liu. As a former student of kali-eskrima-silat, a traditional Filipino weapon-based system of martial arts emphasizing the use of blades, among other things, I’m confident she could have me crumpled in a pool of my own lifeblood before I could start running. And that’s really all that matters, right?
2. Whose face would you like to see on your currency besides the current old person that’s most likely on it?
Considering that only a scant few actual, non-allegorical, flesh and blood women have ever been printed/minted on US currency in all our history (and only Martha Washington on paper) … that would be a useful starting point for looking. I’d like to see Harriet Tubman on a bill, myself. Because disturbingly, but perhaps unsurprisingly, there hasn’t ever been a portrait of an African American featured on US paper money either. 3. If you were ever in London, where is the first place you’d wanna go?
I know absolutely nothing about London, really - not more than your average American does, anyhow. (Which, again, is basically nothing.) But if I know me, and do I ever, I’d make straight for the nearest decent-looking restaurant. 4. It’s 1am and you unexpectedly get kicked out. If money wasn’t a problem, what hotel would you stay at?
If money wasn’t an issue, I wouldn’t stay at a hotel - not here, anyway. I live in a small town in Michigan, so all we’ve got are a few chain hotels clustered together around our exit to US94. Red Roof Inn, that sort of thing. 5. What is your favorite post on tumblr of all times?
… Ummmmm.
6. You HAVE to pick ONE president to sleep with. You HAVE to. Who would you choose? (idc if youre not american answer it)
Ahaha … well. I’m demisexual, actually, so as far as the whole casual sex bit goes, I’ll pass. Every time. Even if I were to find myself in the (enviable?) position of being propositioned by a US president. If I just had to sleep with a president, though?
Another Google search I never thought I’d be making later …
James Buchanan. As the only US president to remain a lifelong bachelor, owing to either his heartbreak over a fiance’s untimely death and subsequent choice to remain celibate, or his possible asexuality or homosexuality (the strongest case can be made for the latter), he’s really the only one I’d feel even marginally safe in bed with. Best case scenario: heartwarming homo/demi sleepover complete with all the late-night philosophizing and snacking that comes with the territory. *stubbornly ignores his politics for the duration of this questionnaire* 7. Who’s your favorite character dressed in leather?
Zoë Alleyne Washburne! 8. Are you a mouthwash user?
Yes - it’s the least tedious part of the entire process, as far as I’m concerned. 9. When was the last time you went to a party? What was it for?
This is a little embarrassing (I’m a professional party avoider - depressingly, I’ve been to more funerals than parties this year), but it was my own birthday party in April. 10. A crack ship that is literally so crack you don’t even know why you ship it you just do?
I kinda wanna see Peter Jakes kiss Endeavour Morse and NO ID ON”T WNAT to talk about it. Ahem. 11. Do you find BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH ATTRACTIVE? I’M OFF AND ON ALL THE TIME, BUT I NEED TO KNOW GODDAMMIT. WHAT DO YOU THINK?
I do! Aesthetically. Though the first time I saw him, as Sherlock, I found the sort of skull-like aspect of his face … disquieting. I’m sure it has more to do with the dramatic way the production staff choose to light him for the first half-hour or so than the way he looks in life, but there was such an otherworldly, corpselike aura about him that I was genuinely worried about his health. Heh. （．＿．;)
books (and movies) and other content
how would you all feel about me mixing it up with books and movie content on here? constantly writing about dark academia can be quite exhausting for my imagination. maybe throw in some light and grey academia?
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Goblet of Musical 2
Hermione Granger felt disoriented at everything that happened. Her lungs burn from the twin’s horrible produce as she cough harshly. She couldn’t understand why those two would make such an object. Racking her mind, she felt that these two were wasting their potential chasing after childish games instead of doing what their mother wanted. Them having good grade and getting jobs in the Ministry of Magic. Fred and George could do so much more then…party trick that should be grown out of.
“Mundum Aerem!” The voice of the Headmaster rang out as a sky blue spell hit the supernova color cloud above them. The brown hair bookworm let herself relax. Of course, the Headmaster had a spell to fix this rubbish and she couldn’t help wonder what book that spell was in. “Attention students! Due to events of what happened, classes are postponed until tomorrow.”
Hermione couldn’t help a groan of disappointment escape her mouth to join the cheers of her fellow Gryffindors. Really! They should be grateful to have such amazing classes.
“Please continue your lunch.” Professor Dumbledore continued over the loud hurrah. The old wizard chuckled at brighten faces. “Ah yes, yes. No classes. Ha ha! Also, many thanks to those who quickly stood up to with our dear Weasley’s confrontation.”
The smartest witch of her generation frown at the direction of the red hair girl from Beauxbatons. She could understand why that girl interfered with the Twins trying to straighten Ron out. Sure they were going to far like always with their useless jokes but how else was Ron going to snap out of his stupid jealous stupor.
“Harry. Harry!”
The said teen and her turn quickly to sound of Harry’s name. Hermione felt her frown turn into a scowl. Lavender Brown. The most annoying girl she has ever met, looking at the untidy black hair teen with urgency. ‘He should really brush his hair more. He’ll looks so unprofessional once he’s trys to get a job,’ She thought mindlessly. Once they met eyes, the look of urgency turned into a fierce determination.
”Lavender?” Harry asked nervously.
As he shifted foot to foot, she felt the urge to fix his posture.
“Well?” Lavender demanded. The green eyed boy let out a sound of confusion. “Aren’t you going after our Ronnie?”
“Our Ronnie?” The two out three of the Golden Trio interrupted in annoyance.
The blue eyed pure-blood Gryffindor continued as if they didn’t say anything. “He must be overwhelmed after something like this! How could those horrible boys do that to him? Aren’t they his brothers? If my sisters did that…oh Harry! Why haven’t you not gone after him? As his best friend, you should be there to help him with something so traumatic! You are his best friend right?”
“Of course I am!” The boy who live snarl, puffing up like an enraged cat.
“Then go!”
Both girls watch as the male pivoted and rushed out the of dinning hall. Lavender let out a sigh at the comforting thought that her favorite boy was getting the support he deserves. Specially with all those dumb, unfounded accusations of him being jealous of his Harry being rumored across the castle. Then her turquoise blue eyes met unamused brown eyes.
“What was that?” Hermione growled crossing her arms.
Lavender sneered at her and hiss; “Well, we all know you weren’t going to help out. This is far above your emotional level.”
A shrill; “What is that?!”
Lavender stood up to her full height and look down at her rival. Once again Hermione felt something she hasn’t felt since the first year. Something that she work hard not to fell again. The real reason she stay late in the library, other then the hungry for knowledge.
(It was the first her night at Hogwarts and Hermione couldn’t wait to interact with her roommates. Finally people just like her in this world that she would have never even dream of! Patting her hair down, brushing her robes for imagery dust and grabbing her book, Hogwarts: A History, waiting gleefully to meet the girls she was now living with. Imagine her greatest disappointment and shock when four girls came in talking about beauty and love magic!
How shallow! How can they think of something like that when they should be thinking about using magic to better the state of muggle and wizard interaction. Specifically, that curly blonde girl who was taking pride in such arts. Does she not remember women fighting to be more than makeup wear stay at home mothers? The protest against the sexism of Miss America pageant in 1968? The women rights to vote in 1920?
The room became quiet.
“Excuse me?” A cold tone of voice asked.
Oh…did she say that out loud?
“Please do repeat yourself.” The tone became a snarl. Hermione felt a shiver go down her spine as her eyes met sharp turquoise blue eyes that bore down on her. The brown hair girl unconsciously took a step back. “What was this bout us being shallow? Go on. Tell us.”
For once Hermione Granger, kid prodigy, felt as if she was the smallest and dumbest person in the room. She loath the feeling. *I-I called you shallow because you’re chasing after s-such useless things. What’s the use of love and beauty when y-you can do something far more useful?”
Everyone in the room stared at her in wide eye dumbfounded annoyance. She couldn’t help but feel like she was gaining ground for herself. The brown eyed bookworm took their silence as a surrender to her words. It felt like it always did when she won an argument with her brain. Well…at least until Lavender Brown stalked up towards her like a predator. A lioness on a hunt if you will. The curly, blonde haired girl reached out with a delicate hand and gripped her chin. A viper snatching its prey, a twisted sneer on her pale perfect face. Even in this awful situation, Hermione couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy over the other’s skin.
“You don’t know anything about the wizarding word, do you?” Came the sound of a mocking question. Anger blaze, hotter within her. “Not even two hours and you act like you know everything.”
“I-I read Hogwarts: A His-”
The hand tighten its grip.
“A useless book that has nothing on actually living your whole life in the magical world. Word of advice, don’t be disrespecting another’s culture.” Lavender scorned, pushing the other away before walking to her chosen bed. The now most disliked girl let out a gasp as she stumbled back. “Less you end up at the end of someone else’s wand. Also, don’t be going around breaking bones or losing ‘em. Skele-Go is a potion created by a lame Beauty Witch after all.”
“Aren’t there a handful of Beauty Witches working in St Mungo’s Hospital?” A black girl, Kellen Rosier, with twin brown ponytails asked nervously, looking between the two.
”Y-yeah.” The girl, Fay Dunbar, with an auburn pixie cut and slanted eyes, piped up. She waved her arm loosely, almost hitting the last girl, Parvati Patil, with a braid. “They work with those who don’t have arms and stuff!”
With that, everyone went back to talking. Hermione felt as if something became close to her. I don’t need them. She thought in anger, wiping tears away. I’ll prove I’m better than them all.
She spent the months after unable to see her reflection in the mirror in the girl’s dorm room. At least until she befriend the two boys who obviously need her. Should have known a talking mirror was a creation of a Beauty Witches.)
“Whoa there, Lav.” Parvati reached out to pull her best friend back.
“Ugh…not again.” Kellen mumbled sharing a look with Fay. She rolled her dark brown eyes as she gestured tiredly around the table causing Fay to giggle. “Dick measuring contest much.”
“Be nice.” Fay whisper with a loud snort. Neville Longbottom look at her with a crooked smile. Blushing in embarrassment she let out a cough to get their attention. “Ladies! Ladies! Leave that shit in the common rooms.”
“Shouldn’t we be joining Harry in running after. Ron?” Dean Thomas asked anxiously.
Lavender shook her head. Confronting Ron was Harry’s job and they couldn’t interfere. Jealousy scratch at her ears for her small blossoming crush but knew that Ron would not look her way. Not with Harry standing in front of him. So she opened her mouth to rebuff Dean before the all great knowing-it all jumped it.
“Of course not.” Hermione lofty declined, her nose slightly in the air. Hands tightened on her arms. “In fact, we shouldn’t have Harry indulge Ronald’s tantrum.”
Her dark brown eyes blacken with despisement.
Lavender bared her teeth as string instruments sung in her ears. “Tantrum?”
“Ronald is just being stupid for being jealous of Harry’s name being called. Which is rubbish! I get that he feels overshadowed by his brothers but honestly-”
“Jealous?!” A snarl of a lioness rage filled the air. Everyone still in the room jumped in fright. Parvati jumped to her feet and seized her taller friend with Fay. Both girls struggled to hold the enraged Beauty Witch-in-training back. Seamus, who was slowly agreeing with the brunette, fell off the bench with a shout. “How fucking dare you?!”
“How dare I?!” Came the hissing reply. The room became dark, cold and quiet except for the rubato tempo that was rising. For a petrifying moment, Hermione felt as if she was in the Forbidden Forest back in first year. “How dare you! I know my boys. I know Ron. He is being a sodding jealous twat that needs to get over himself for Harry!”
She knows them?
Lavender scoffs.
“Oh? Hmm…I see how it is. Hermione knows best. Hermione’s the adult.” The middle child of the Brown clan sang with a mocking facsimile smile. Neville gently pulled Kellen closer to his side at the sight of her shiver. He could understand, Lavender has never sound like this before. “Such a clever, grown-up miss. Hermione knows best.”
The voice of the child prodigy echoed in the air.
They’re acting like children.
“Fine, if you’re so sure now! Go ahead and prove me wrong.”
Either of you come up with another clever idea to get us killed-or worst, expelled!
“This is what we want. This is what we need to see. Prove us the jealousy. We’ll see! Trust me, my dear. This is how a friendship ends.”
Rubbish.
“I won’t say I told you so.”
Hermione felt her eyes burn as everything became blurry. She desperately racked her brain to stop this. She knew her boys. She knew them. Lavender knew nothing. That girl was just a bubble, blonde bimbo. The smart girl was always right. She was always right. Brown was just a middle school equivalent of a cheerleader. She couldn’t compare to her at all. AT ALL!
“No, Hermione knows best. So if you’re such a genius,” The pure-blood spat angrily, getting into the muggle-born’s space. “Go and put it to the test. If you fail…”
Tears dripped onto the floor.
”Don’t come crying…”
Hermione pivot on the heels of her feet and ran out.
“I saw it all.”
She was the smartest witch of her generation.
~.~.~.~
Percy looked at what looked like a broadway musical scene his great aunt Muriel and her younger son John took him to as a child. He couldn’t help but be impress. He didn’t know his fellow pure-blood had such a pair of lungs. Well maybe he shouldn’t be that shock. The brown family were known not only for birthing witches with strong skills in beauty and love spells but entertainer of theater.
He watched and felt the dinning hall filled with warmth and light once again. The third child of the Weasley family let out a sigh as he sunk into his chair. Why did his brothers have to do something like this?
The mocking.
The disrespect.
The dangerous pranks they play.
Percy was tired.
He was use to having all this actions being used on him. He was use to this.
But going after Ron, who was practically begging them to let him go? Percival Septimus Weasley was not going to let that slide. (Like when he made sure that they didn’t get away with almost killing Ron with a sodding acid lollipop. Did they even think what would happen if Ron had swallowed it? There’s a reason why those things were not snacks for children but for adults.) Just because his mother is too soft in disciplining the twins that apparently remind her of her brothers, doesn’t mean he is. He was going to make sure those two idiots understood what they did was wrong.
Now where are those tweebs?
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