Frerin and Nori being friends is a thing I really really love to think about, no matter what universe. And Frerin… I don’t draw them often enough, though I love them. This time they’re trying to drop hints and throw shade at the same time
also bonus, sleepovers and bumping into each other at night:
Some of the concepts and the lexicon introduced by the women’s movement remain modish, however: We are still encouraged by fashion and media and Hollywood and each other to be “strong women.” “Liberation” and “empowerment” are still buzzwords, but they once referred to bucking the system, going on strike against submission, adopting a brazen, braless, unshaven, untrammeled approach to life. These terms have since been drained of meaning. Instead of hairy legs, we have waxed vaginas; the free-flying natural woman boobs of yore have been hoisted with push-up bras or “enhanced” into taut plastic orbs that stand perpetually at attention. What has moved into feminism’s place as the most pervasive phenomenon in American womanhood is an almost opposite style, attitude, and set of principles.
Ariel Levy, Female Chauvinist Pigs: Women and the Rise of Raunch Culture, 2006
Unpredictable, whimsical, and has been in the Peninsula. Chances of victory are not high. However, he can be kind of cocky, so go for it if you really want to, I guess. Just keep a weather eye out for Arabella because she might come to rescue him.
I mean...he sort of deserves it, frankly. And you'd probably win without a struggle; he spends all his time reading books and none of it fighting people. On the other hand it seems like it would be kind of a hollow victory - he would probably turn it around to make himself a martyr without learning anything from the experience; he's also sort of small and cute which might disarm enemies despite his obnoxiousness. Furthermore, there might be Childermass to contend with. Use your judgement.
Depending on your physical ability, you /might/ win, but there is really no reason to go for it and she probably has a lot of pent-up frustration in her heart after everything she's been through, so you never know what will happen. Pick someone else.
Unwise in the extreme. He'll either destroy you or he'll let you beat him to further his own ends. Either way, it's going to end badly for you.
The Gentleman With The Thistle-Down Hair:
Chances of victory are extremely slim. But do it anyway. Go on, just do it. He deserves it. I'll hold your flower.
Why? He's already been through so much, and also he's a king now, so you're going to lose by a mile /and/ feel guilty about it on top of it. Don't do it.
Do not engage. DO NOT ENGAGE.
Sir Walter Pole:
Combat abilities uncertain, but probably not worth it even if you could beat him. The man was in financial straits for years and then his life got all weird and magical. Just leave him in peace, he's probably atoned for any sins.
You'll probably win unless he conjurs some unexpectedly tricky magic, but you'll feel awful about it. Why would you even want to, really? Not recommended.
As above, not recommended. In addition to the lack of push factors, he might pull out the blunderbuss and shoot you with walnuts. Turn your attentions to more worthy opponents.
An excellent target for his personal qualities. Chances of victory are somewhat uncertain. On the one hand, he doesn't seem like a brawler. On the other hand, he once tossed a cat out a third-storey window for threatening to shed on his clothes, so clearly there are some hidden depths here. Try it, but be wary.
DO IT. GO FOR IT. Beat him up. It's the least he deserves. Make sure you take his gun and knife away at the first opportunity and have care to watch your back, but if you keep your wits sharp about you and pay attention, you may win. Fight him for all of us.
He spends a lot of time wandering around and drinking so he probably knows at least basic street-fighting, and I'm sure he fights dirty. Additionally, he has all those tactics of distraction from his time as a street-magician. Only engage if you particularly dislike him or have enough fighting experience to be confident.
This is what Rosalie’s hair should have looked like when she was changed in 1933.
*runs for my life*
I am of two minds about Rosalie’s hair. On the one hand, I think it most likely that she tried to be trendy. Her parents, who were capitalizing on her beauty to lift themselves into a higher social sphere, encouraged her to be fashionable as well– and in the early 30s that meant your hair was bobbed.
On the other hand, we’re flat out told that it’s very long. I suppose there are two main questions, really:
First, did Mrs. Hale have Rosalie’s hair cut short when she was a child in the 20s? If she wanted Rosalie to be at the peak of fashion, then yes, she did. Rosalie was born in 1915, which makes it possible (or even likely!) that her hair was never allowed to grow long in the first place. However, I suppose Mrs. Hale could have loved Rosalie’s golden hair so much that she couldn’t bring herself to cut it. I don’t particularly like Rosalie’s parents, tbh. I think Rosalie’s fixation on her own beauty and the way she borders on measuring her own self-worth (and the worth of others) by appearance is directly related to the way her parents’ love for her seems to have been based on her beauty and what it could bring them. She has a whole lot of baggage that has nothing to do with being a vampire and lots to do with crappy parenting. Anyway, all that to say
I see her mother as the worst kind of beauty pageant mom, and I can easily envision her brushing Rosalie’s hair and talking about how beautiful it is and how it would be a crime to cut it short. Also, if they kept Rosalie dressed uber-fashionably then her long hair theoretically could make her stand out in a good way (as opposed to making her look like an unfashionable, countrified urchin.) So, I do think it’s possible that Mrs. Hale, in her vicarious vanity, kept Rosalie’s hair long and lustrous.
I don’t like the implications of such an extreme decision– because make no mistake, having hair long enough to hang curling halfway down her back (as Bella describes her in Twilight) would have been incredibly strange for a young woman in the early 30s, especially one of Rosalie’s social class living in the city– but it is, unfortunately, possible.
I have to wonder why it was so very long, though, because it’s not as if she could have worn it down in public. Once she was a teenager (15 at the absolute latest) she would have had to put it up every day and that’s A LOT of hair to have in a bun at the nape of your neck. Shoulder-length or even shoulder blade-length would have been doable, but halfway down her back? And even with gentle curls it would be a couple of inches longer than that when pulled straight! There’s no way she would have been able to easily imitate the hairstyles of the day or wear fashionable hats. We may think, “Oh, hats, big deal,” but they WERE a big deal back then, and an important part of a fashionable ensemble. That’s what I mean about not liking the implications– the only people who would be able to see Rosalie’s hair down is her family. Why was having it that long worth the trade off of being unfashionable? Did her parents make her keep it down at home so they could look at it? I doubt that Stephenie Meyer, who is happily ignorant about history, realized exactly what situation she was creating for Rosalie, but it creeps me out.
Which brings us to the second question: did Rosalie rebel when she became a teenager? When she was 14 or 15 or 16, did she stop at the hairdressers’ after school and have her hair cut short? Was she tired of dealing with that mass of hair and looking so different from her peers? Or was she too invested in her parents’ plans for her by then to even want to rebel?
I wish she had rebelled. I wish her hair was only shoulder-length, because then it would be possible she had it lopped off at ear-length when she was 14. It’s late and I’m tired, but she’s just making me sad.
know if you noticed, but I usually go for the bad boys, that’s just
the kinda guys I’m attracted to,” you started, already feeling
cliché and stupid before even entering the main subject.
“I’m a bad
boy?” Sebastian asked, his brows suddenly shooting up in surprise.
I was talking about you?” You teased him. His smile fell and you
immediately laughed and took his chin between your fingers, pulling
him down a bit to place a quick kiss on his mouth, making him relax.
“I’m kidding, of fucking course I am. Although no, you’re not
really a bad boy, you’re quite the opposite actually, but you
have the looks of it and that’s enough for me. The ‘mysterious guy
clad in dark clothes sitting alone at a bar and drinking a beer’
worked pretty well, huh?” You grinned widely, wiggling your
eyebrows and laughing lightly, not wanting to draw attention to you.
For once, nobody seemed to have recognized Sebastian and you wouldn’t
want to ruin that.
When you feel defeated, remember all that you’ve been through, overcome and survived. Make a list even. Then add any current issues, worries, fears, doubts, emotional pains, challenges, concerns, needs and any burden, to that list- as already overcome and won.