Hibiki: Every girl wants someone who treats them like a Princess Lucy: Why would I want someone who treats me like a princess when I have a king who treats me like the queen I am? Nalu: *high fives* Juvia: Why can’t we be like that? Gray: Because you’re a peasant
For those of you wondering about why people speak lots of French and basically no Russian in the Great Comet, it’s because back in the day, pretty much only the peasants spoke Russian, and the entire aristocracy spoke almost exclusively French (though often English or German as well). Many would be fluent in Russian, but you could easily get by not speaking a word. So since the only characters in the Great Comet are aristocracy, they speak French, not Russian.
(bcs why not) Finally my collection of text posts will get in use omgg :D:D:DD:
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82. Do you ever talk to a person and your heart starts doing some dubstep
shit. — 83. If you can’t deal with my sarcasm, I can’t deal with being your friend. — 84. I’m nothing but a constant state of internal screaming at this point. — 85. I went to the beach once, 500 years later I still have fucking sand in my
shoes. — 86. How long after arriving at
someone’s house is it appropriate to ask for the WiFi password? — 87. Getting real tired of my own
bullshit. — 88. Thanks elevators, for bringing me up when I was down. — 89. Here’s a little song I like to call “I cherish our friendship so I won’t tell you I would totally have sex with you if you asked.” — 90. A: Do you ever get the urge to get up in the middle
of the night while everyone else is fast
asleep and just walk places and be completely and entirely dedicated to your
thoughts? B: Yea, but the problem is I don’t want to get murdered. You feel me. — 91. Let me sleep in your stupid t-shirts and hold your
dumb hand, you piece of shit. — 92. need a gang to follow me around all day and clap when I make jokes. — 93.
You know that feeling when you’re not your favourite
person’s favourite person, and it kind of feels like you’re constantly
swallowing sand. — 94. “Stop being so dramatic” they say, “I don’t know what you mean” I say as I descent from the ceiling, surrounded by mist. — 95. Just because you’re trash doesn’t mean you can’t do great things. It’s called garbage can, not garbage cannot. — 96. Studies show that I literally did not ask. — 97. A: It doesn’t matter what you look like on the outside… B: Whew!!! good A:…It’s who you are on the inside! B: Ah, fuck! — 98.
their hand over their crush’s): Ha ha how’d that get there? — 99. I express my emotions in long groans at different octaves. — 100. I mean you piss me off, but I’d do anything for you. — 101. Honestly, sometimes you just gotta let me be dramatic. Because I will get over it. But let me be dramatic first! — 102. Do you ever feel like a 4 times divorced 45 year old woman that smokes cigarettes in her fur coats on a grand piano? Cause I do and it’s sad. — 103. Single, not sure how to mingle. — 104. I love it when people rant to me, like yes, I am entrusted with your hate. — 105. My idea of flirting is making fun of each other, until one of us fucks up and says something nice. — 106. A: I hate playing “never have I ever” because I’m a fucking slut. B: I hate playing “never have I ever” because I’m a fucking virgin. — 107. Do you live on Elm Street, because you’re a nightmare. — 108. Remember your parents told you to take out the trash? I’m the trash. They were telling you to take me out. Date me. — 109. You know, liking someone and pretending you don’t is a lot of hard work. — 110. How do you politely tell someone that you want them naked and on top of you? — 111. A (whispering): I really like you and want to kiss
you a lot. B: What? A: I said you suck. — 112. Have you ever accidentally befriended someone who is very very irritating? — 113.
If you step on a person’s foot they open their
mouth, just like a trash can. — 114. How do I get over someone I never even dated? — 115. Things I want - snuggles. Things get - struggles. — 116. If you see me and I’m not wearing black, you saw wrong, that’s not me. — 117. Why do we need to watch the sky to enjoy the stars, when the ulitimate star is me. — 118. I hate when It’s so hot outside and a bitch tells you to take your jacket off, like bitch no, this is my outfit. — 119. If karma doesn’t come around and hit you in the face, I will. — 120. I don’t think I’ve ever shut up in my entire life. — 121. A: You don’t talk much. B: I’m observing your weaknesses since you’re so freely verbalizing everything about yourself. — 122. A: My kink is when people actually care about my feelings and what I have to say B: Too unrealistic, settle for bondage like the rest of us. — 123. A: Your future self is watching you right now through your memories. B: Not if I get drunk enough. — 124. A: Is there a word between angry and sad? B: Malcontented, disgruntled, miserable, desolated. A: Smad. B: Oh my gOD. — 125. Does the pale glow of my computer make me look hot? — 126. Rest in peace to all the hours of sleep I’ve lost to overthinking. — 127. You know it’s really rude to talk while I’m interrupting. — 128. Is “no” an emotion, because I feel it? — 129. I always look sleep deprived is that hot? — 130. If you listen carefully you can hear me whisper “shut the fuck up” at least once every five minutes. — 131. I’m kind of hurt, kind of offended, kind of not planning on saying anything about it. — 132.
I’m tired 8 days a week. — 133. I don’t trust people who look good with messy hair. — 134. I may be a shitty friend, but I’m your shitty friend. — 135. Seven billion people on this planet and I have 2 friends. What is wrong with people, like put some effort in it, I’m not just gonna come and do the job for you. — 136. I’m sorry, is my swag distracting you? — 137. I aspire to get to that level of hot when my hair looks like shit and I smell like black coffee and yesterday’s eyeliner is smudged under my eyes, but I still look fine as hell. — 138. A: No, listen! What if one day you just turned into an almond and you couldn’t do anything about it because you were just a fucking almond?! B: You need to get laid, you weirdo. — 139. A: You wear that a lot. B: That’s because I’m the main character of the story here, peasant. — 140. I don’t “dress to impress”, I dress to depress. I want to look so good that people hate themselves. — 141. Behind every great man is me, checking out that ass. — 142. The future is now, old man. — 143. Seriously, all you do is bitch. — 144. Are you trying to seduce me? Because so far you’re doing a great job. — 145. Forgive and forget? More like resent and remember. — 146. I’m that kind of person who between two choices always picks the wrong one. — 147. I know what you’re going through, I read “The Perks of Being a Wallflower”. — 148. Excuse me, I hate to go and vomit. — 149. A: One day I hope I am the girl that walks into a room and all eyes are on her. B: The trick is to get a really big hat and scream. — 150. So tired of being human, I want to be a flower. — 151. Screenshots don’t scare me, I know what the fuck I said! — 152. I’m sorry for what I said, I was hungry. — 153. A: Don’t buy a girl flowers. Flowers die. Buy her a dragon. B: Because dragons don’t die? A: Because it’s hard to say “no” to something that can murder you instantaneously. — 154. I want to be rebellious, but I don’t want to get in trouble. — 155. A to B: Breaking news: being an asshole all the time doesn’t make you complicated and mysterious, it just makes you an asshole — 156. You know it’s really rude to talk while I’m interrupting. — 157. One of these days I’m going to roll my eyes too hard and I’m gonna go blind. — 158. I’m not a hint taker, you need to speak up. — 159. Why allow yourself to be full of hate, when you can be full of pasta instead? — 160. I’m an angry person and I want to let it all out and be an asshole, but I’m also a nice person and I don’t want to actually hurt anyone’s feelings, do you feel me?
Period Drama with mama - Damian Wayne x Batmom (reader)
Summary : Batmom (you) is very fond of period dramas, it’s her guilty pleasure, and the rest of the family often mocks her for that…until one day, one of them stick around to actually watch it with her.
Just a short little little thing because of reasons. Hope you’ll like it ! :
You don’t really remember how it happened, the only thing you were sure of is that you were watching the 2006 mini-serie of “Jane Eyre” when he started to stick around to watch things with you.
You were so surprised at first because…
Bruce hated period drama with a passion. He thought they were stupid, too long, ridiculous, cheesy, snob…He had a plethora of words to describe his dislike of the genre. He always got grumpy when you called him your “Mr. Darcy”, saying that he was totally not aloof, introverted, arrogant, etc etc…Every time he said such a thing, you laughed, because that’s exactly how he was with most people. You, your sons, Alfred and his very few close friends being an exception. Actually, scratch that, even with you guys sometimes he could be a bit of a dick. You thought he fitted perfectly into the role of Fitzwilliam Darcy…and that made him hate period dramas even more. Especially since you constantly teased him about how Colin Firth looked better than him…Erf. Damn those British shows.
Dick, Jason and Tim felt the same, hating them too, for the same reason Bruce didn’t like it. Even the only one you thought you could rally to your cause because most period dramas happened in his home country, Alfred, couldn’t stand it. They all couldn’t stand it. And would oh so often make fun of you for liking them. They weren’t ever mean though, it was just affectionate teasing because they really didn’t get why you liked period dramas so much.
So when Damian sat next to you on the couch, curious about those “shows you watched that they all hated so much”, you were almost stunned. And when he stayed, and asked you to call him whenever you wanted to watch a period drama, you thought you were going nuts. But turned out, you weren’t. Your youngest son, Damian, really took a liking to the stuffs. Against all odds. Because for real, all of the others hated it so much…Which was a shame (for them), because you and Damian beyond loved them ! And sometimes, you would speak of nothing else but that, driving the rest of the family insane.
From the little I’ve seen of Junji Ito’s work, the reason why the things he writes/draws scare me is because they’re not typical baddies, they’re not just a simple werewolf or anything, I’d know what to do against one of those
No, they are unique, each page turn is a genuine surprise because it’s something I haven’t seen before, or if it is a ghost or whatever, it’s done in an original way
LOOK AT THIS, THIS ISN’T EVEN THE SCARIEST THING, BUT WHAT THE HECK AM I SUPPOSED TO EVEN DO WITH THAT?
HAVE YOU EVER SEEN ANYTHING REMOTELY LIKE THIS?? I SURE AS HELL HAVEN’T.
He comes at you with freaky shit and there’s little you can do to fight it because it’s so different from anything else you’ve encountered. It’s harder to rationalize against than “Oh, this ghost won’t kill me, because I didn’t watch a cursed tape.”
But I’m a peasant who has only read one of his works, so I don’t know if this is an accurate statement across everything he has created. I just deeply admire his mastery of fear and his beautifully grotesque art.
“I’m a princess with magical powers, but I have to hide them because no one can know that my entire family are wizards. You’re a peasant but you’re very experienced with your magic so I start sneaking out so you can teach me how to control my magic” AU
A/N: This was an idea I had and not a request even though I have loads of those haha… I will get round to them promise I just had the idea for this one and had to write it. And it’s named after the song ‘You Can’t Hurry Love’ by Phil Collins because it is an amazing song and I’m so into my 80s music at the moment.
And I’ve set this at this year’s BAFTAs because Tom won (I know I’m still shook) so I could play with that. :)
Oh and I’m really not happy with this one. Plot, fine, but its just how I’ve written it that I’m not happy with. So take it with a pinch of salt. This is easily the worst thing I’ve ever written. ^.^
Honestly, you regretted the break up with Tom every minute since it happened. And now you were doing a red carpet at the same time, and you knew that you would bump into him and see him.
You two didn’t break up because you didn’t like each other anymore or the relationship was failing, it was just that it turned into a very long distance relationship with both of you doing different projects and having no time in the middle to see each other. You didn’t want to break up and you couldn’t speak for Tom, but you hoped he didn’t either. It was a mutual decision and at the time was made for the best.
But tonight you hated that decision with a passion but didn’t know if you had any place to deal with it. Probably not. Tom had probably moved onto someone else that he saw more. It did make you sad but you couldn’t show it tonight. Not with all the cameras and press.
You got out of the black car that was taking you to the awards and took a deep breath because standing up straighter. Camera’s were already on you and you stopped for a few of them.
You were happy with how you looked tonight. The long lilac dress helped show off your figure and your hair had been curled and then pinned so it was off your face.
You moved on down the carpet and then saw Tom signing things for fans a few meters down from you. More people asked you to turn and face the cameras so you did but then turned back to look at Tom.
Now he had noticed you as well. You could see him staring, now completely oblivious to the fans right next to him shoving things in his face.
You bit your lip and supressed a grin. You couldn’t believe it. Tom was completely distracted by you. He knew you were going to be there so you ruled out that he was surprised to see you.
“Fans.” You mouthed to him and pointed towards them.
He seemed to snap out of his trance and turn his attention off you and back to the fans. You grinned to yourself as you moved further on down the carpet and past Tom. You hoped you wouldn’t get any questions about yours and Tom current relationship status. Because at the moment you didn’t know how to answer that. Not together, but you were still interested and you didn’t know about Tom.
You made it down the carpet gracefully and you actually enjoyed it. You went inside and soon found where you were supposed to be sitting. You weren’t up for an award tonight but you were still going as being an actress who was well liked and respected.
When it got to the Rising Star award your heart started beating hard against your chest in anticipation on whether Tom was going to win or not. You hoped so. He deserved it and as the public could vote, you were confident in the fact that the Marvel fans and his own fans could get behind him.
When his name was called and you became ecstatic and clapped as loudly as you could. Your heart swelled with happiness as you saw him make his way up to the stage with a big smile on his face.
His acceptance speech was brilliant and he looked so confident even though he was standing in front of many people.
You sat through the rest of the awards and were happy with what won what. You were debating whether or not to go and find Tom at the after party. You wanted to congratulate him but would it be awkward between you two if you did?
~ Time Skip to the After Party because I’m Now Being a Trashy Peasant With My Writing :) ~
It had been ages since you had been to a party like this with so many famous people. You couldn’t tell if you’d missed it or not. It was getting really late now and you could tell that people would start to leave soon.
You were wandering through the crowd of people when someone lightly grabbed your hand from behind.
“Hey.” You turned to see Tom standing behind you with a nervous smile on his face.
“Hi.” You said returning the smile, “Congratulations on winning by the way. You.. um deserve it.”
“Thanks.” He chuckled.
“Is Harrison here?” I asked just trying to be polite and keep any sort of awkwardness at bay.
“Yeah he is somewhere.” Tom said.
“Do you want to get some air?” Tom asked.
You nodded, “I was thinking of going anyway.”
“I’ll walk you back.”
“But what about Harrison, and your Mum and brothers?”
“They’ll be okay.” He smiled.
He looked like he was going to take your hand in his for a moment but then decided against it. You grinned as you followed him out of the crowd and out of the building. The cold night air of London was startling but nice.
“So how have you been?”
What since we broke up? You thought but put on a weak smile and said, “Fine, what about you?”
“Okay, just very busy.” He answered.
“I can understand that.” You laughed.
“Where are you staying?”
“In a hotel just a few blocks down. I could have ordered a car.”
“What you don’t like my company?”
You looked over at him and he had his eyebrows raised but was grinning at you.
“No of course I do.”
He looked satisfied with that answer as you both walked through London. You wished you could come here more often.
It didn’t take you long to get to the Hotel you were staying in and up to the floor where your suite was. You fumbled to get the keys out of your purse.
“Thanks for walking me back.” You said honestly to Tom. He was leaning up against the wall next to the door and you had to admit that he looked pretty damn sexy.
You wanted to kiss him. Do something to stop the regret you still felt.
“Um, Y/N?” Tom asked.
“Do you still like me?”
Well that was pretty open ended question. You still liked him. And you were pretty sure you still liked him. But could you tell him?
“Do you still like me?” You countered.
You didn’t get an immediate answer. It was like you both didn’t want to answer each other. Although you both knew the answer.
The next minute, Tom’s lips were on yours. You had missed kissing him, missed the feeling of having his body close to yours. He pushed you up against the door as you wrapped your arms round his neck.
“We should never have broken up.” You muttered breathlessly. There, you had said it.
“I second that.” Tom said as he kissed you again with even more passion than before.
You giggled into the kiss but then pulled away when you heard footsteps walking down the corridor. You grabbed the key for the door and opened the door quickly, Tom’s hands still on your waist.
Back still to the door, you pushed it open and grabbed Tom and pulled him with you.
“Someone’s in a rush.” He commented as you slammed the door behind him.
“Depends, how much time do you have?” You hummed seductively.
Maybe the subconscious moral of Great Comet is that money can’t buy happiness because the happiest guy in the show is a fuckin peasant troika driver who never asks for rubles and almost every other character is rich af but also miserable
This generation of fanfiction writers becoming authors and finally making good pairings and letting our otps ACTUALLY BE CANON, BECAUSE THEY KNOW TO LISTEN TO TUMBLR AND NOT THOSE BASIC PEASANTS WHO WANT STRAIGHT SHIPS.
DISCLAIMER: Mbti stereotypes are fun and all, but I wanna change it up a bit and give a huge shout-out to how 3-dimensional y'all actually are. Please comment and reblog! I’m always looking for feedback so I can improve my posts. ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ
ISFJ You defy your stereotype because even tho you sometimes don’t say it or don’t mention it, especially if it’ll inconvenience the other person, you have opinions too (but maybe you’ll just share them at a different time, like in front of the mirror by yourself)
ISFP You defy your stereotype because even tho you’re all about spiritual and sensory experiences, ya’ll can be deep AF on a much more analytical and comprehensive level than others expect (but this next-level-thinking usually just gets exploded onto your art making us mere mortals unable to comprehend the majesty of your thoughtful brilliance)
INFJ You defy your stereotype because even tho you have quiet strength, you will speak out if you feel it is absolutely necessary (but you’d prefer to compare your opinions with others first to confirm to which this usually ends with the other extroverts convincing you to be on board with a different opinion)
INFP You defy your stereotype because even tho you prefer emotions over logic and feelings over analysis, y'all get a lot of stuff done when you’re actually focused and organized (but that only happens on a blue moon but STILL, you clean up good when you do, hot damn)
INTJ You defy your stereotype because even tho you’re welllll aware of your superiority over us underlings, you’re quite open to our ideas and what we have to say (but you usually conclude that our ideas were actually quite flawed and question why you even bothered listening to our peasant concerns)
ISTJ You defy your stereotype because even tho you are one of the more productive mbti types, y'all also know how to let loose on casual Fridays ;) (but then on Monday, it’s back to work, oh and can you send this fax? …. but PARTY ON FRIDAYYY YEAAA!)
ISTP You defy your stereotype because even tho adrenaline is pumped in your veins 24/9 doing extreme sports, y'all actually know how stuff works and are pretty good teachers/explainers (but majority of the time, it’s only because I’m dragging you down and if you don’t help me, nobody will, pls help)
INTP You defy your stereotype because even tho you’re introverted AF and would rather spend your day looking at obscure wiki articles, y'all will talk my ears off if I hit you up with something interesting (but the convo will also continue long after I’ve fallen asleep and may continue past my death to which our ghosts will forever discuss topics like does time actually pass or do we as objects move through time?!?!?)
ESTJ You defy your stereotype because altho you’re yelling at me from across the room, it just means that you care enough about me to point out that I’m not using the most efficient method of doing whatever I’m doing (but seriously, I really appreciate it because what used to take me hours now takes me a few minutes and I actually need to find more things to do at work now)
ENTJ You defy your stereotype because altho you’re the boss who’s always in charge, you also take care of us mere mortals who cower in your presence and you make our enemies cower in your presence too (but tbh, you’ve kicked more butts on our behalf than we’d like to admit so thanks for that)
ESTP You defy your stereotype because altho you know how much we melt everytime you blink and how we come crawling back to you even tho we know you’re a fkboi, once you decide on something and someone, you don’t turn your back on them (BUT if they wrong you, you’re definitely burning down their house and giving them a foot to the face)
ENTP You defy your stereotype because altho you like to debate everything under the moon in order to assert your dominance and authority on THE TRUTH, y'all can be quite understanding and pretty good problem solvers when we come to you for actual help (but it’s always super hard to reach you so can you pick up your phone please? oh, you left it in the forest? okay just call me back when you can because I need help with something)
ESFJ You defy your stereotype because altho y'all can dish out insults and comebacks like a contestant at a Yo Mama Contest and have a solid group of friends (and a toned AF yoga butt) that just won’t quit, y'all are actually very very inclusive and this gets misinterpreted as cliquey when in fact, y'all are just very supportive and want the best for everyone (but dayum, how do I get a butt like that)
ESFP You defy your stereotype because altho you like to party at my house, in my room, on my porch, in my driveway, and on my neighborhood street, y'all can be observant AF about people and these insights show how deep and intelligent y'all actually are (but it’s usually something about how someone’s outfit is actuallly a cry for help or how someone is going to treat the hook-up way more seriously than they should because they’re still getting over the break-up of their 1.37 year relationship, but still)
ENFJ You defy your stereotype because altho I unloaded all my emotional baggage and childhood wounds onto you the first day I met you, y'all actually know what boundaries are and give me space when I need (but sometimes y'all get confused and think that when i say “I need space”, what I actually meant was “I’m pretending I need space, please txt me every 5 minutes asking me if I’m okay because I’m actually not”)
ENFP You defy your stereotype because altho you’re easily the friendliest and outgoing-est person at any and every party, y'all are actually really introverted on the inside and go sometimes go through a period of pseudo-introversion which sometimes spirals into a cathartic episode of ugly crying/gross sobbing (but it only happens once in awhile so other than that, y'all are on some next level drugs or smtg)
My Cinderella doll display. I’m not 100% happy with how it turned out… 😕 but its something. Any suggestions on how to fix it would be appreciated!
I had to use a belle dress for one of the Cinderella’s because I don’t have a nightgown or a second peasant dress. 😂😂