i can’t stop laughing about how many people have seen vox machina together in their entirety
and at least some of them have to have noticed that every single member of the party wears a single stud earring on one ear but never saw them actually use the earrings to communicate
so they’re just out there, assuming that the saviors of tal’dorei decided at some point that the only true way to express their friendship was for all of them to go out and get identical friendship earrings
Going back over the essays I received during the college essay extravaganza, 50% of the Common App essays I read were about students and their families moving to the US and learning to adjust. Now, I’m not saying that your familial struggles aren’t intense and worthy of talking about; after all, many students wrote about the loneliness they felt being the only new kid in school or having to adjust to American customs, and those are all absolutely valid conversations.
However, if you put all of these “moving to America” stories in a pile and read them one after another, they start to bleed together. The story lines and characters all sound the same. And for you, that means less of a chance to stand out and more of a chance of being labeled “one of those immigrant kids”. Is it fair? Absolutely not. Is that the way it is? Unfortunately, yes.
2. The “They Taught Me More Than I Taught Them” Essay
Please for the love of all that is admissions don’t write about the time you went on a service trip to a third-world country and learned from the locals. Not only does it typically come across as condescending and privileged (since most high school students are not aware of how to talk about cultures in politically correct terms), but it’s also so overdone and bland.
3. The “Ski Slope” Essay
When many students answer the quintessential “talk about a time you overcame an obstacle” prompt, they tend to write something that I call the “ski slope” essay. In this scenario, the author was given a physical challenge (like a ski slope, mountain, scary water slide ride, etc.) and was eventually convinced overcome it. Again, it’s an essay that I’ve seen over and over (and over) again, and there’s no real way to write these essays well. They usually involve a lot of cliche adjectives and some other person convincing the writer to go down the slope. Inspiring? Not at all.
Look at it this way: Thousands of people learn how to ski every year; it’s boring and totally not unique. If you’re going to write about an obstacle, it needs to be an obstacle that only 0.00005% of the world has overcome. Otherwise, you’re just like everybody else.
4. The “Look at How Super Deep I Am” Essay
Kids, don’t try to go on a philosophical rant in your college essays. Not only do you typically sound like a pretentious, self-important twerp pulling stuff out of your butt (and admissions officers know it), but these tirades also tell the reader absolutely nothing about you as as potential member of a college. Don’t get meta. If you want to talk about all the great deep thoughts inside your head, start a blog.
5. The All-Dialogue Essay
Note: Spending half of your 650 words going through a conversation you had with your sister is a complete snore and a total waste of time and space. Cut our dialogue unless it’s funny or actually moves the story along. Something like this is just really dull fluff:
“Sister,”I said to her.
“Yes?” she said back.
She looked at me with angst. “What?” she asked again.
Three lines in and you’re bored already, right?
6. The Way-Too-Extended Metaphor Essay
What do dumplings, crayons, and hoop earrings have in common? They’re all inanimate objects that have been used as extended metaphors in college essays, and all of those essays were not good.
Pulling off the extended metaphor essay is hard, and as you’ve learned by now, it’s best to go into essay writing with the mentality that you are the rule, not the exception. So stop trying to compare your life to a squashed kumquat you saw on the side of the road and find a different topic.
7. The “Lesson about Failure Where You Didn’t Really Fail” Essay
Remember that an admissions essay is still a story, and the best heroes and heroines have legitimate pitfalls. If your biggest failure is that you had a hangnail but you eventually took care of it, not only do you look shallow, but you also look dull. Failures need to be actual heart-stopping, “OMG, NOOO!” failures. Either commit to going all the way or avoid writing this type of essay altogether.
8. The Bat Mitzvah Essay
When the Common App prompt asks for something that marked your transition into adulthood, stay away from cultural or religious events that actually mark adulthood, like a bar/bat mitzvah or a confirmation ceremony or something. The best essays about transitions into adulthood deal with unforeseen shifts, not obvious ones (for example, my friend wrote about the different types of boxers he bought throughout high school. Shift to adulthood? Yes. Totally freaking clever? Heck yeah).
9. The Straight Up Cliche Essay
There are many topics that are way overdone besides the ones listed above. Some examples of what I mean:
The “What I learned at this academic conference/camp/event” essay
The “What my mom/dad/family taught me” essay
The “How I felt about moving to a whole new place or being in a new environment” essay
The “How I learned to fit in” essay
The “Death of person x” essay
The “How my parents’ divorce changed me” essay
The “Here’s a very vague essay about my family’s culture” essay
Again, these are just a few of the many examples of cliche essays.
lacy pink bralettes, paint stained hands, messy ponytails, face flushed from the cold, chipped nail polish, tiny diamond earrings, constellations painted on the ceiling, iced tea on hot summer days, oversized sunglasses and lowcut swimsuits, the smell of freshly cut grass, a bouquet of flowers waiting for you when you get home
gold nails and high heels, nude lips and highlighter that you can see from mars, infectious laughter, intertwined fingers, backless dresses, marble floors, crystal champagne flutes, the coolness of the pool, lying outside and cuddling under the stars, taking your heels off to dance, midnight swims
ink stained hands, lightning, eyeliner sharp enough to cut a bitch, blood red nails, the smell of fire, always being barefoot, old leather bound books, black coffee, the ash on the bottom of the pot, the moon covered by clouds, harsh laughter in silence, long unblinking stares, black silk and subtle gold jewellery, rubies, the reflection of firelight in someone’s eyes
the crackling sound of fire, hard wood floors, silk sheets, standing on the balcony in the cold night air, the hushed silence of the library, copper pots and pans, cold hands, braided crowns, the crunch of autumn leaves, late afternoon sun, fiery eyes, singing when no one’s listening, burgundy lips matched to her dress, rare but fiercely tight hugs
herbal teas, ribbons in her hair, cold feet still wet from the grass, flowers tucked behind ears, glossy lips, absentminded smiles and glazed eyes, the sweet smell of flowers, morning sun, daffodils, fleeting glimpses of coloured fish just below the surface of the river, apple orchards in the afternoon, blushing at compliments, singing songs in other languages under her breath, crying out of sympathy
books worn at the edges from being read so many times, cozy sweaters and blankets, curled up beside the fire, mugs of hot chocolate, fiercely loyal relationships, late night phone calls, boots shiny from being polished so many times, sitting at the window during thunderstorms, witty comebacks and cheeky smiles, skinned knees and high heels, carefully painted nails with just one smudge, reading late into the night, never following the recipe when cooking, fighting for her friends, silly arguments about ridiculous things, trying to see shapes in the clouds, memorising constellations, lavender scented bath bombs
wickedly beautiful, lips matched to her nails, wandering around in lacy underwear, silk dressing gowns, shoe shopping with her best friends, always being the little spoon, quick to forgive, slow to forget, dancing in the rain, hot showers after a long day, hanging mistletoe above every doorway, perfectly put together outfits, shared smiles over inside jokes, gentle kisses, sleeping with her head in someone’s lap, absentmindedly playing with her hair, always quick to defend her friends, lying on the roof and staring at the stars
yellow gold, glossy eyelids and bold brows, brave even in the face of grave danger, sunsets over the ocean, gold crowns, jewel-toned dresses, hoop earrings, old worn maps, books scattered all over her desk, citrus scented soap, eyes that light up when she gets passionate, fiercely protective of people she loves, shiny nails, crawling into bed after a hard day, tiny tattoos, warm hugs, putting her faith completely in her friends, butterflies
silk dresses with makeshift weapons strapped to her thighs, hugs from behind, the early hours of the morning when the world is silent, tears sliding silently down her cheeks when no one is watching, beautiful flowers growing in empty wastelands, an old coin tucked away in her pocket for luck, calloused hands, whispered promises under the cover of night, epsom salts and dried lavender, childlike eyes, cunning mind, sweet smiles that turn to smirks when you look away, broken quills and spilled ink, the buzzing sounds of insects in the summer, abandoned but beautiful manor houses, strangely coloured butterflies, trees with an eerie glow, even when she is broken that look of steely determination in her eyes
wicked smiles, sleek and shiny hair, blood stained lips, the wind ripping her hair from her braid as she flies, roses with thorns, icicles shattered in the snow, silent streets, cats drawing out their claws, flickering lights, hauntingly beautiful voice, the scrape of claws against stone, an apple with one perfect bite taken out of it, eyes of pure gold, scales of a snake glinting in the light, calculated movements and snide comments, the shimmering haze of a mirage, the shriek of metal against metal
spiced cakes, silent steps, turquoise silk that moves like water, voice as clear as glass, witty jokes, boots of softest leather, kohl rimmed eyes, ears studded with tiny earrings, thick hair tied back by leather with the shortest pieces framing her face, simple but expensive clothing marked by the gold accents, raw and honest, nicknames that only your family call you, a cool calm when she’s hunting, broken pieces of glass that catch the light, empty cups of coffee left everywhere, wrapping yourself in a warm towel after stepping out of the shower, the smell of freshly baked bread, tiled floors and roaring fires in the winter, brick chimneys, that first sip of hot soup that burns your tongue
flushed cheeks and bright eyes, sand blowing in the wind, dimples, rosy lips, yellow sundresses, cheeky comments whispered to the person beside her, infectious laughter, smooth round pebbles that are warm from the sun, the sun peeking through the clouds after it’s rained, the feeling of bare feet against a plush carpet, massage oils and herbal teas, salty ocean breeze, the hushed silence of the library, the feel of old parchment, freckles, photos and quotes pinned to a cork board, scented candles, the yellowing pages of old books, afternoon sun shining through wooden shutter blinds, the sticky sweetness of honey
ok listen. So i hate that word… but you know, pirates and wenches and whores and all that, right?
PLUS I love the idea of Pirate!Tony being basically wed against his will to GoodBoy!Steve who has never set foot off land and thinks all sailors are heathens and basically wants to sit in his fawn colored pants and wine colored shirt wth a perfectly ruffled neck tie (neck cloth?) (neckerchief?) and do his paintings of the country estate?
So when his arranged marriage to Tony comes through, everyone thinks Tony is like, a super wealthy merchant and AFTER THE WEDDING Tonys like, oh hey holla, Im a pirate. So drink up me hearties and Im gonna leave you here while I go pillaging and plundering and killing, but hey, good wedding and all. Im out.
And poor Steve is like, forsooth? my husband is a pirate? my reputation will never recover?!
But then he steals away on Tonys ship because he might be a fancy man but hes not about to let his husband just sail away into the sunset?? So he stows away on the ship and maybe First Mate Bucky finds him and drags him out onto the deck and is all, lookit this? Capn got us a whore for the journey? such a pretty one too!
And tonys like no goddamnit thats my husband. I only married him for the title, because I need one to be respectable, and ugh he’s driven off every suitor because hes a loudmouthed scrappy thing. WHAT ARE YOU DOING ON MY BOAT
And steves like IF I WOULD HAVE KNOWN YOU WERE A PIRATE I NEVER WOULD HAVE MARRIED YOU! I WOULD HAVE RAN AWAY AND JOINED THE PRIESTHOOD
And Tony is so annoyed but like, not gonna treat his husband badly so he tells him to stay in the captains cabin and stay out of his way.
So rumours start flying about the pretty blond that the Captain wont let out of his cabin, and of fucking course Harley and Peter assume the guys a whore, and yes even though Bucky smiles like he would tear Steve apart, hes really got a heart of gold and lets Steve out to show him how to steer the ship and all that, and when Tony starts ACTUALLY falling in love with Steve, its bucky who tells Steve to give him a chance, that Tony actually has a heart, and that hes wonderful.
WOW I didnt mean to ramble that much. But im like, legit excited to write a harlequin romance/ pirates of the carribean status SUPER TROPEY romance between Pirate Lord Tony and a beautiful Steve who is scandalized because Tony wears his shirt unbuttoned scandalously low.
and of course… like boat sex. and sitting up in the crows nest together letting Tony teach him about the constellations because Steve has been so sheltered that he never is outside at night to stare at the stars.
And Tony showing up to the high society balls with a gold hoop in his ear and all the ladies swooning while at the same time highly disapproving, and Tony twirling his husband out onto the dance floor with a hand WAY too low on Steves ass, but he doesnt care, because hes a pirate and if he wants to dance like that with the man he loves, then he totally will.
(Im rambling again. sorry)
literally all this to say, dont worry, tony doesnt let the men call Steve a whore.
Victoire is built like a model, tall, thin, and gorgeous. From both of her parents she inherited killer bone structure. Vic isn’t as shy about her veela magic, and her platinum hair often has an unnatural glow about it, especially when she’s happy. Literal hair goddess, started out as a redhead but always hated the carrot hue against her skin, so she figured out beauty potions in her very first year at school and that was that. Blue eyes like her parents, not a single freckle, and skin that tans quite easily. Would probably rather die than get a tattoo. Vic can control her veela magic quite well, and has learned to use simple facial expressions to take control of a room.
Dominique appears a lot like her sister, only with a more unique and interesting beauty about her, as well as alternating hair colors. Nobody is sure if she started out as a blonde or a redhead, since she was born like a chameleon. Did come into the world with a face full of freckles, but learned how to use her metamorphagus abilities to hide them after Aiden Dolohov started calling her Spot in second year. Dom has Fleur’s dark blue eyes. While tall and thin, she is a little more athletic than her sister. Resting Bitch Face. Thinks tattoos are the coolest but is secretly terrified of that sort of commitment, but does have three piercings in each ear. She also has killer eyebrows and legs for days (when she was young she looked a lot like a baby deer.)
Louis was never lanky and never looked awkward with his long limbs. He’s always tan, as if he just stepped off the beach, and keeps his light blonde hair short. Annoyingly perfect body, broad shoulders, beater’s build. Louis has his dad’s grin, charming and maybe a little mischievous. Devilishly handsome. He looks a lot like Victoire, jaw and cheekbones perfectly placed. Sometimes he’s too lazy to shave so there’s usually a line of stubble on his jaw. Often shows up every school year with wind burns from spending the summer surfing.
James is built like a beater, tall and sturdy, with strong shoulders and arms. Although his hair is a few shades lighter than his father’s, and even glints red in the sun, it is quite as messy as Harry’s. James has curls that drive the girls mad. After seventh year, James grew it out more, and often wore it in either a bun or pushed back with a headband, both styles he pulled off quite well. James’ smile is as charming as his personality. Two small hoops in his left ear and a few small tattoos, all of which drive Harry and Ginny mad, particularly the latter. Possible beach bum? Cleans up like nobody’s business. Pale blue eyes like his mother and sister, can pull off facial hair like nobody’s business, and often stops shaving when he spends a week or two at home.
Albus is built more like a seeker, two inches taller than his older brother and lithe, muscular but thin. Like his brother, he’s extremely good looking. His dark waves are more windswept than crazy. He has razor sharp cheekbones and a jaw to match. Always clean shaven and smells pretty great. Strikingly handsome. Sun kissed skin and light freckles across the bridge of his nose. “Golden boy.” Has his father’s eyes, as green as grass, as everyone always tells him, and a possible case of Resting Bitch Face (but so does Dominique so it’s okay.) Super intense gaze. Has two tattoos (one on his forearm and a Montrose Magpie on his shoulder, as is customary for team members) that his mother will not know about until he moves out. Also has perfect skin and several scars.
Lily is five-nine, three inches taller than her mother, and just barely thicker than a model. She always keep her flaming locks long and straight and would probably rather die than chop it all off. Actually looks quite a bit like Albus, despite the pair having different hair and eye colors. Seriously, her hair is everything. Lily has an annoyingly photogenic face, much like her siblings, and has completely mastered the sly smile. Has a scar on her left brow bone and nobody quite remembers what it’s from.
Molly is average height, but quite pretty. She has really big eyes, blue, like her father’s, and typical red hair that she prefers to keep cut at her shoulders. Can actually pull off bangs. Molly has freckles across the bridge of her nose and has to wear glasses, but often substitutes them with charms and potions. Actually has a great figure, even if oxford shirts and cardigans don’t always accentuate it. Isn’t that athletic, which is good since she’s shorter than everyone else. Has an abundance of silly faces that can always make Percy laugh yet retains a smart look about her.
Lucy is the shortest of the bunch, coming in at a solid five-three. She also has the best body, even if her legs are a little shorter. Can make messy hair look cute or sexy (but always good) depending on her mood. Has big eyes like her sister, but they’re an interesting mix of blue and green that look especially bright against her brown hair. Always has long hair, like Lily, only hers is somewhere between wavy and curly, much like James’. Heart shaped lips. Has a cartilage ear piercing that threw Percy for a serious loop.
Rose is a mere inch taller than Lucy, and has wavy orange hair that reaches about mid chest, though it’s often messily tied back so that it’ll stay out of her eyes. Rose’s face and arms are covered in freckles, and looks a lot like her mother, which prompts endless comparisons between the two. She’s pretty and petite, with bright hazel eyes and a face that doesn’t need much makeup to seem bright. Has a brilliant smile and a laugh that could brighten Azkaban. Doesn’t know many hairstyles so she really sticks to either leaving it down, wearing it in a ponytail, or braiding it messily.
Hugo looks a lot like his sister, only taller, with blue eyes and no freckles. Unlike his other ginger cousins, he’s actually capable of achieving somewhat tanned skin without turning as red as a tomato. Hugo began as a lanky little boy with knobby knees, a freckled face, and long arms, but eventually his complexion evened out and he grew into his bones, ending up with a sturdy build, much like the rest of his male cousins. Keeps his hair short, and it doesn’t require much maintenance to remain neat. Has a nose and lips much like his father.
Fred and Roxanne both inherited their mother’s incredible hair and darker skin, but their father’s features and green eyes, striking on the pair of them. Fred is a lot like Albus in that he’s a few inches taller than James and thin, though still muscular. His dimples give his mischievous grin a boyish innocence that always keeps him out of trouble. Sometimes, while bumming it with James during the summers, he grows his hair out a little bit, but not much. Also like Albus, he can’t stand facial hair. Definitely has matching tattoos with James. Roxy is Rose’s height, and has glossy hair that is always at its best. Wants a meaningful, mystical tattoo, but can never decide on the right quote.
i would like y'all to consider the boys of HoO w/ earrings bc like !!???!
• Percy would have like small, blue studs that he is kinda obsessed with. He likes them a lot, and he got his ears pierced for his 5th birthday ! Sally saved up slightly for them. He occasionally steals Annabeth’s owl earrings and messes around w/ them
• Jason has small, diamond studs. He got his ears pierced at a very young age, and occasionally borrows different colors from Piper (bc I headcannon Piper to have like 5 piercings on each ear and yeS?)
• Leo probably has two piercings on each ear, the lower one gold, and the one above it maroon / red. Either that or he has his cartilage pierced, where he has a small red hoop, and gold earrings on @ all times
• Frank w/ little silver studs ?? um that’s so cute ??? either that or vvvv small silver hoops that he has on at all times and it’s just very innocent and very cute and Hazel loves his earrings
• Nico w/ one piercing on his left ear, and four on his right ear (one on his earlobe, three on his cartilage) and he has black studs, and three small silver hoops on his cartilage because Nico w/ earrings is amazing
• Will has small gold hoops, one on the left ear, and two on the other, and he loves them. He probably often flicks his hoops in pure boredom (bc I do this and I feel like Will would do this too)
all the boys w/ earrings are amazing why aren’t more boys headcannoned w/ earrings.
why don’t cannon characters who are boys have earrings.
Let's talk about Harry with a small silver hoop on his left ear and nip piercings! BECAUSE IM ALL FOR THAT SHIT!
NAMSJA BITCH ME TOO
LETTUCE NOT FORGET THIS SACRED DAY
Just imagine sucking on his earlobe and feeling the cold metal tingle against your heated tastebuds, hearing him chuckle deep in his chest with satisfied amusement as he gives your ass a rough squeeze. “Y'like m'earing, sweetheart? Think I look hot?”
And licking over his puffy nipples, feeling his chest and abdomen tighten against you as you lull your tongue over the two ends of the piercing, toying at it gently and pulling back with a wet pop. You blow over the sensitive, darkened area softly, watching him with awe as he throws his head back against the pillows, shoulders shuddering and neck veins bulging, his jaw is so taut it looks like the bone is going to break the skin.
Harry brings his hand up and drowns his fingers in your hair, pushing your head back towards his flushed, clammy chest so you can take his pebbled rosy nipple back into your mouth. When he talks, his voice comes out all deep from the thick gravel in his throat.
“God, pet, feels so good. Makin’ Daddy so fucking hard.”