block of the year

Watch That Blonde Hair Swing

A/N: Yes. Hello. My name is Liz and I had really bad writer’s block for most of the year, but I finally kicked that sucker’s ass. Also I gave Emma Charming-Swan-Jones a haircut because I could. And also because I still have nightmares about those horrible extensions they made Jen wear her last episode. So here have some Emma Haircut fic with a side of CS Domesticity. (Also, please be gentle LOL) Xx

Summary: A woman who cuts her hair is about to change her life. Or so Emma’s heard before.

Words: 2,177| Rating: FD for Fluff with a side of Domesticity | ao3


A woman who cuts her hair is about to change her life.

Or so Emma’s heard before. From some beauty influencer or other. Audrey Hepburn, maybe? That doesn’t sound right, though. Miranda Priestley? No, no, she was the uptight, no nonsense boss from that one movie her mother made her watch during one of their girls’ nights. Oh! Coco Chanel? That sounds vaguely familiar, she’ll have to check to be sure but regardless of who said it, she has to admit they were on to something.

She can’t even remember the last time she’s done something this…drastic. She’s worn her hair long for as far back as she can remember, only trimming it when needed to maintain its health. It’s definitely a change, she muses, pursing her lips while she contemplates her image in the rearview mirror of the bug for what feels like the millionth time in the last twenty minutes. Her head moves slowly from one side to the other and she feels both the twinges of regret and the excitement of something different, something new. It was a rash decision, if she’s going to be honest, a last-minute tack-on to her mental to-do list when she’d gone into town to run a few errands late into the morning.

The salon was just there, across the street from the market, and after tucking the groceries away in the backseat of her car and tracing the outline of scissors on the illuminated sign with her eyes over and over – her fingers drumming persistently on the top of the door all the while – she’d finally said, screw it, slammed her door shut, marched straight into the shop, and announced that she’d like a haircut, thank you very much.

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I just want y’all to know that your blogs belong to you but I found out recently that there is one thing that’s a huge pet peeve to me and legitimately bothers me to a point that I want to start yelling at you, aka it makes me mad and to avoid any of that, I’m going to point out that if you’re avidly against age gap ships, or an age gap in general (exception being the minor/adult, obviously) that I’m probably going to soft block you.  I was in a relationship where the person was 7 years younger than me and it was brought up constantly about how i was ‘old’ and this ‘gap’ was too large. So, it just really grates on my nerves that age is such a big problem to some people. Your blog, go for it if you want, I’m just telling you upfront that I’m not going to be a part of it whatsoever. 

Mothers’ Weekend

Hello there! Long time, no see (my bad I know) but, here: an Alicia Zimmermann-centric piece as she goes to Parents’ Weekend during Jack’s freshmen year. [focus on Alicia, Jack, and Shitty] 6k


Somewhere, deep in her heart, Alicia Zimmermann knows she is a bad mother.

It started out as a worry, as maybe it does for all new mothers, that she will be a bad mother. That she won’t know what to do with a baby or a toddler that one day she will accidentally drop him or forget to feed him or feed him something he is actually allergic to or maybe she’ll scar him emotionally somehow and she worried but she survived his childhood okay. And then, after he was five or six, she stopped worrying about it. She thought she was doing pretty good. Jack had hockey and loved hockey and, sure, they didn’t have deep emotional talks but she didn’t exactly have any basis of comparison. Television families told her she was doing okay. No teenage boy wanted to have deep talks with his mother. And, look, if Jack didn’t talk to her all that much as he turned 12 and then 13, at least he was still talking to his father. Mostly still about hockey but she… she thought that had counted. Hockey was like French, to her. Another language she could understand but couldn’t quite speak. But Bob could. He was on top of it. Jack was taken care of.

She loved Jack. That was never the problem. The problem was that her love wasn’t enough. It didn’t matter. It didn’t alert her to any of the facts and maybe it even blinded her– She loved her son and her son loved hockey and so she loved hockey too. She loved her son and then her son seemed to love a boy named Kent and they never talked about it but she let Kent come over all the time and she figured they would discuss it at some point. She just… assumed everything was okay. Even after he was diagnosed with the anxiety disorder and given pills. It was always… well, that was a little problem but it’s handled and under control and everything is okay now.

See. Bad mother.

A good mother would have known somehow.

A good mother would have pushed and prodded or sensed it without even having to be told.

A good mother would have paid attention to how hard Jack was on himself. A good mother would have made sure her son had interests outside of hockey. A good mother would have known that Jack’s long silences after losses weren’t normal. A good mother would have preached balance and fostered friendships with different types of people and stopped the fucking hockey.

She didn’t though. Stop the hockey. No, not Alicia Zimmermann. She encouraged it. She went to the games and cheered the loudest and she even loved it a little bit because she thought it brought him joy, like his father. She bought into the vision: Jack playing hockey like Bob, the Zimmermann legacy continued throughout the ages…

God, she even used to tease Jack about how it took his father three years to win a Cup and she was sure Jack could manage it faster than his old man.

A good mother wouldn’t have done that. So, see, she’s always been a bad mother. Even now, now that she’s almost lost him, now that she’s promised to do better, now that she’s finally read all the books and online articles about anxiety and pressure and the danger of sports and hockey culture… now she’s still just as bad. Just for different reasons.

Now she is a bad mother because it’s Saturday afternoon and he’s been at Samwell for almost three months and she does not feel like mothers are supposed to feel in this moment.

She glances around. At the sea of other mothers and fathers crammed onto Samwell’s campus for Parents’ Weekend. They are not nervous. They are excited. Happy. Enthusiastic. Overjoyed to see the teenager they had left just a couple months ago again. To her right is a father almost (but not quite) breaking into a run to give his son a hug. To her left, a mother has burst into tears. Happy tears.

And then there’s her. She’s not excited to see Jack. Well, no. No, it’s not that she’s not excited. She is. She is. (She is. She repeats it once more just to remind herself). She is just…

She is nervous too. More nervous than she is excited.

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This Friday (31st March) is Trans Day of Visibility

[This post refers to TDoV 2017; other years will have TDoV on a different day of the week]

It’s that time of year again! That awesome day where trans people share their selfies and stories. It’s one of the two largest trans advocacy days, the other being Trans Day of Remembrance (20th November). That day is dedicated to mourning and solemnity, while this day is a day to celebrate being alive! Like last year, I’m not sure of the absolute official hashtag, so I’m guessing there’ll be a variety in use, such as: #tdov #transdayofvisibility #trans day of visibility #trans visibility #trans pride #transresistance #trans resistance

This day has been recognised since 2009 and is increasing in popularity and support each year, but there’s still a long way to go in spreading the word. Visibility is something that the trans community often has to struggle for, so this is our time to step out of the shadows, take pride in who we are, and show the world that we exist and we’re here to stay.

If you are trans

This is your day. No matter your gender - whether you’re male, female, or any nonbinary gender - anyone who isn’t cis (ie. whose gender is different from the gender they were assigned at birth) can participate. This is a great opportunity to get involved in the community and be visible. If you’re comfortable, post a selfie. Share your story. This is your time to be proud of who you are! It can get hard and lonely sometimes, but there’s a whole community here who have your back.

If you are not trans

Please also get involved - don’t leave this day just up to us. Today is a day for you to support and listen to the trans community. Show us some love by reblogging some selfies and reading some stories, whether you browse through the tags listed above or stick to your mutuals. Now is a perfect opportunity to learn about our wonderful community and to look at some beautiful people. It’s a win-win, really.

Above all, I hope everyone has a fantastic TDoV! Have fun and keep it positive.

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musical theatre challenge: (3/10) shows ↳ falsettos (2016 revival)

love is crazy, love is often boring, love stinks! love is pretty often debris, when you find, what you find, then never never never never never do it over again, love reads like a bad biography, all the names are changed to protect the innocent, love is blind!

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For we are all Hana Mizuno, and we all fell in love.

Happy 1st Anniversary to Asagao Academy, to Illus Seed and to the community this game created.

Asagao Academy was the parody dating sim I expected it to be, and so much more. When I first heard about it I barely believed it was a real thing, and then forgot about it until maybe three months before it was released. And what an amazing surprise it was, to expect a game to be full of geeky jokes and You Tube references and then be greeted with full, engrossing stories that made us laugh and cry and band together for our enjoyment of this experience. 

Hana has become that sweet avatar through which we have all stood in the place of and come to hold high as a beloved character absolutely in her own right. I have become more creatively active over the last year than I have in many previous and broken through a long standing bout of depression, I have witnessed so much more special engagements between these You Tubers and seen eyes be opened to the presence of others. And most importantly, I made true, wonderful friends thanks to the fandom that cropped up around Asagao Academy, and for that I could not be more thankful. 

To the Normal Boots and Hidden Block boys as the inspiration for this game, to Cara and Danielle who spearheaded and built the game and to their hired staff, and to the friends who shared with me my love of the game and enriched my life. THANK YOU. 

Thanks to Asagao Academy, it’s been an incredible year. And I can’t wait for the next one.

- Love
Qeeko.

what i say: I’m fine 

what i mean: if the falsettos revival opened on October 27th and closed on January 8th AND there were 8 shows per week, that equates to 104 shows, take out holidays and that probably rounds down to roughly 95 shows. Assuming Anthony Rosenthal was never sick and performed in every single show AND bearing in mind he didn’t need a chaperone for the production as he was on stage the majority of the time, that adds up to roughly 190 hours of stage time in less than 3 months. In those 3 months there was not one large scale bad review of Rosenthal (who’s 12 btw)’s performance. This means that at the age of 12 years old Anthony has proven to be just as stage ready as his trained counterparts and is already building a career for himself, what was I doing at the age of 12 you ask? Probably breaking a limb trying to balance on a fence post. This ALSO provides yet another member of the falsettos cast (and show in general) who was ROBBED of a tony. He!!! Wasn’t!!! Even!!! Nominated!!! I propose we redo the 2017 Tonys only this time we should have A) JUSTICE FOR FALSETTOS and B) A KIDS NOMINATION AWARD BECAUSE OH MY GOD SO MANY TALENTED KIDS ARE BEING BLATANTLY OVERLOOKED AT THE TONYS AND IM DONE WITH IT

I don’t even know anymore  ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ 

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