(so I sent this before, but I don't think it send correctly.) I'm writing an IronPanther one shot, and I'm trying to describe T'Challa in a way that isn't fetishizing. Do you have any tips for ways I can describe him that is very appreciative of the way he looks without being hella creepy? What are some dos and don'ts?
Hi! Thanks for your question :) It’s very responsible of you to be mindful of this issue. I’ll try to cover the bases, but I’m not a person of color, so this is only based on reading and research…
Writing Characters of Color: Dos and Don’ts
First things first: I would suggest to anyone writing characters of color that you should follow @writingwithcolor. It’s my absolute favorite blog on the topic of diverse writing, and includes plenty of resources for most races and cultures. I’ll probably link you to a couple of their posts in this guide, so keep an eye out! So here we go…
Do: Make their race clear.
In fact, clearly designate the race of all characters! Even if a majority of your characters are white, you should state this in their description – otherwise, you’re painting the image that white is Baseline and Normal, while black/brown/beige are Divergent and Strange. Understand that many readers will assume White Until Proven Otherwise. This means that if you shy away from stating a character’s color in the fear of offending PoC readers, you’re actually just erasing the character’s race altogether. (Personal note: obviously your readers will know what color T’Challa is, so this is a point for the future.)
Don’t: Use descriptors that make me hungry.
“Chocolate,” “caramel,” “coffee,” “brown sugar,” “cinnamon,” “honey” – you get the idea. Anything that could also be used to describe my dessert is probably a terrible idea. Not only is this not at all how white characters are described, which is unfair, but the reduction of adult, three-dimensional people to grocery items has racially-aggressive roots. This is where I’m gonna link you to Writing With Color’s guide on how (and how not) to describe characters of color.
Do: Familiarize yourself with the harmful stereotypes.
This means a little research, no matter what race you’re writing. A lot of the racist mistakes made in literature/fanfiction come from a place of ignorance, sometimes willfully. People avoid learning the dirty past of racial representation in media, because they’re afraid they’ll subconsciously absorb them. It’s a weird complex and I advise you, and all writers, to take the time to glance over the most offensive stereotypes for people of color, women, LGBT, trans/nonbinary, autistic, mentally ill, and disabled people. This will not only keep you from hurting anyone, but it also makes your writing more unpredictable and interesting! Plus, it makes you not-one-of-those-douchebags-who-write-two-dimensional-exotic-chocolate-brown-mistresses and all that 👍
Don’t: Desexualize your characters.
This is a common mistake that can come from good intentions. You’re try so hard not to fetishize a character of colorand then it reduces them to a non-sexual, non-attractive broom in the corner. Characters of color – all characters really – god, especially women – should be three-dimensional and fully developed people, who are not sold to readers on their looks and sexual appeal. BUT this doesn’t mean you should exclude all sexuality in writing. T’Challa, for example, is a damn handsome man – you can’t possibly write him and ignore how nice he looks! So don’t be afraid to describe him physically. You can describe his eyes and his lips and his muscles and we will read happily. Go ahead and talk about how smooth and warm and rich his skin is. As long as sexuality is described through a lens of admiration, rather than objectification – and as long as their sexuality exists in accompaniment to their full, developed personality, and not instead of it – then there’s nothing wrong with making a character bangin’ hot. So do it. And lastly…
Do: Consider collaborating with a beta-reader.
You said in your previous ask that this was one of your first attempts at writing characters of color, so I’d suggest that if you feel nervous about it, partner up with a beta-reader who has enough experience to keep you in check. It’s our responsibility as writers (especially for white, privileged writers such as myself) to learn to look at ourselves and assess whether or not we’ve crossed the line. Having someone beta-read for you will show you the critical thinking process to go through, so eventually, you’ll be able to do it without thinking about it! Maybe a few people here would be interested in a betaship.
Those are my top Dos and Don’ts, but as always, this is limited to my experience. Be sure to check out @writingwithcolor and do your research – and remember that no matter how much research you do, you’re bound to make a mistake or two. If it happens and a reader points it out to you, don’t beat yourself up about it or get defensive. Just apologize, correct the mistake, and move on.
hey would you ever do a "what if harry potter had been a girl" story? or a trans girl? i don't know how much gender would change things except other people's perceptions but...
Hermione went to the library, when Harry first confided in her. Whatever the faculty, the administration, or the Ministry believed or didn’t believe, the Hogwarts library gave the children what they needed and always would.
Hermione came back with books and books on gender in wizarding history, on the spells and words wizards had used for centuries or decades or mere years, and she and Harry bent their heads together and figured out what words Harry felt best told her story. From her hometown library, after that first summer, Hermione brought back memoirs and brightly-colored pamphlets that Harry read through instead of finishing her Potions homework.
When Harry looked in the Mirror of Erised, she still saw her mother, her father, all her gathered, lost kin. The specter of her father gathered up her hands in his. Her mother pushed back the long dark hair Petunia had always made her cut short and she called her beautiful.
When she looked into it again, after Devil’s Snare and winged keys, giant chess and Ron lying prone on the floor, Hermione wringing her eleven year old hands in the potion riddle room– When Harry looked into the Mirror again, she saw herself, just herself. The girl in the mirror winked and smiled and slipped the Stone in Harry’s pocket. No matter what other wishes and want laid on her narrow shoulders, at the end of the day the thing Harry wanted most was to help. Harry brushed one hand over the lump of rock in her robe pocket, and then brushed her other over her mess of hair, which was feet shorter than the girl in the mirror’s.
She woke up in the hospital wing, bedside table piled high with candy.
Once Harry and Hermione had sussed out between them what the words were for what was going on here, they had explained it to Ron. Harry didn’t come out to anyone else until partway through second year, though, at the height of the Heir of Slytherin nonsense.
She was fed up, then. She just wanted to be left alone, and this wouldn’t help with that, but they were all already staring. Keeping this to herself felt like a vice around her chest. Hogwarts was supposed to be better.
After, Ron came almost to blows with anyone who goggled or sniffed or rolled their eyes. Seamas learned to swallow his tongue. Draco Malfoy didn’t. Hermione wrote up an explanatory note about appropriate pronouns in her best penmanship and then copied it with flicks of her wand. With Harry’s embarrassed permission, she gave it to every professor Harry had or would ever have.
Colin Creevey stopped her in the Great Hall with a tug on her sleeve. She turned, shoulders rising, and the kid said in his piping voice, “You’re still my hero.”
That was better than it could have been, but she wasn’t sure she liked the “still.”
Peeves, though he was nasty about everything else–ickle firsties and orphan girls–got it immediately. For all six years of her Hogwarts tenure, he dropped water balloons on the heads of anyone who misgendered her. Professor Binns never quite figured it out, but he didn’t know any student’s name. Nearly Headless Nick gallantly and somewhat awkwardly called her lady and tried to hold open doors for her, despite the fact that he couldn’t open them.
Snape called Harry “Mr. Potter” for all seven years that he was in Harry’s life. Around year three, Ron stopped counting the detentions he got for his increasingly sarcastic responses to this.
The whispers about the Heir of Slytherin grew louder and louder, keeping pace with “Uh, I thought it was the Boy Who Lived?” Fred and George Weasley took it upon themselves to walk Harry to and from class when they could, talking loudly enough to drown everything out.
Then Hermione got Petrified and the Heir whispers stopped abruptly. Harry, if she hadn’t been busy with Ron trading off reading their assigned textbooks aloud to Hermione in the infirmary, might have felt gratified that the whole school knew how much this bushy-haired kid meant to her. Alright, so they thought she might murder Muggleborns with a mysterious monster, or sic a snake on her opponent in a dueling club? But they knew she wouldn’t hurt Hermione for anything.
In the Chamber, she met Tom Riddle. He was supposed to be her mirror, though she didn’t quite know that yet. He was supposed to be her shadow, the chain around her ankle, the other half (or another eighth) of her story and his soul.
Ginny had been trying to speak for months– to tell someone, to open the diary and the bag under her bed full of chicken-blood-stained robes and to thrust them into the light. But Percy had shushed her, all his assumptions orbiting his own importance to her story. The teachers had patted her on the head. She had been frightened, eleven years old with Tom whispering in her ear, guiding her hands.
Harry had been trying to speak for years– to explain to someone the way she did not feel like Dudley, like Vernon, like the boys in the locker room at school. Hermione had listened. Hermione had given her books and books of people who felt like her. Ron had listened, and taught her wizard’s chess, and kicked Draco in the shins.
But here Harry was, standing alone– a red-haired lump at her feet, dark robes sodden with moldy water. Hermione was frozen. Ron was trapped behind a rock fall and Tom was pacing, gloating, glowing. Ginny was breathing. Ginny had to be breathing. Harry was going to save her. She had to, because no one had listened to the kid, not even Harry.
The phoenix tears left no scars on Harry’s arm. Riddle, the Chamber, the life going out of her, everything that had happened in that long year– none of it left scars on Ginny, or at least none that anyone could see.
When Harry got back to 4 Privet Drive that summer, she suffered through Aunt Petunia’s annual hair cut and then she curled up with Hedwig and wrote a letter. She wrote about the Muggle candies she missed when at Hogwarts, and how her cousin thought she was weird for being excited about summer homework. She asked Ginny how she was.
Ginny wrote back after a long week. She didn’t answer the question, but she wrote about helping Dad on the car, about the apple harvest coming, and Fred and George playing pranks on the ghoul in the attic.
Hey can you please write a hc about Isak hiding his face by hugging Even cause he's embarrassed ? Thx !!
isak has a hard time letting go when he’s dancing, he remains pretty stiff, mostly just bobs his head to the music. it’s just. it’s not fun, it’s something he’d force himself to do at parties, dancing with girls and trying to play and look cool. and the thing is that he doesn’t really dance at parties since he’s with even, because even would never force him to, and it’s been a while since he’s cared about what people think of him, about looking cool
but the thing is that even wants to dance with isak. even loves to dance, he’ll often put on a song while they’re in their room or in the kitchen and just start dancing and singing along. and one day isak is sitting on the couch under even’s loft bed, his notes on his lap, and even puts on fy faen by hkeem and he starts dancing, smiling wide at isak. and isak keeps looking down at his notes, pretends not to smile, but then even comes and grabs his hand and tells him “baby come on” and isak frees his hand from even’s hold, tells him “i’m studying” and even shakes his head but keeps moving to the rhythm of the song, tells him “you’ve been studying all afternoon”. and he grabs isak’s hand and pulls harder, lifting him up, isak’s notes falling to the ground, isak ending up pretty much pressed against even
and even puts his arms around isak’s neck, whispers “hey you,” and isak can’t help but smile a little at that. but he’s still not really moving, not letting himself go, and then the song is ending and he shrugs, says “oh well, that’s too bad!” and he leans in to kiss even, expecting him to stop dancing, but the song just starts again. and even breathes out a laughter, says “i put it on repeat” and isak whines, tells even “i’m so bad at this”. and even shakes his head, whispers “you’re so good at this, you just need to let go. no one’s watching us, just move with me” and as he says that, his hands go down to his hips, and he starts making isak move the same way he is, and isak finally. starts moving by himself and even’s hands are simply placed on his hips, not guiding him anymore, just as a way to feel closer to him. it’s nice, moving together and kissing each other and smiling into the kisses. it’s fun and sexy and warm and even thinks to himself that he could do this all day long, that dancing alone is nice, but it’s nothing compared to dancing with isak
that is until even’s mom opens the door of his room, letting him know that diner was ready. and isak freezes, eyes wide, and mouths “oh my god”. and even chuckles, says “oops”. isak remains motionless, speechless for a few seconds until he lets out a little wail, buries his face against his shoulder, and he starts mumbling all sorts of things, from “i can’t believe your mom saw us dancing like that” to “this was the worst idea ever” to “i’m never dancing ever again. nope, nope, never again in my entire life”. and even simply wraps his arms around him, trying not to laugh, telling him “you’re totally dancing with me again, baby, tomorrow you’ll be dancing with me”
they’re at a party the next day. and fy faen starts playing again, and even looks at isak wtih a grin, and isak just mouths “no”, but then even is asking sana, whom isak was hanging out with, “do you mind if i borrow him for a bit?” and sana raises an eyebrow, but her and even share a knowing smile. and isak lets out a sigh, and he actually takes even’s hand. and even kisses him softly before they start dancing, like they were yesterday, same movements, same song, and feeling like they alone in this room. and isak looks into even’s eyes and even thinks that what he loves the most about this moment is not the fact that he gets to be so close to isak and dance with him, but rather the fact that isak really seems to enjoy himself. because that spark in isak’s eyes is one of his favourite sights in the world. and when isak buries his face in his neck, he doesn’t do it because he’s embarrassed this time. he simply breathes even in, smiles against his skin
Happy early Valentine’s Day! This is for @whimsyalice as part of @aftgexchange!!! Yay!!! I wanted to include all your fave ships/characters, so this is more Foxes nonsense than ships! Hope you enjoy! :)
It starts on a Monday. The locker room is a cacophony of
chattering voices as the Foxes all arrive for afternoon practice, everyone
still thrumming with excitement from Friday night’s win. Neil follows the group
in and past the lounge. Allison and Renee have their arms linked and heads
bowed together as they make their way into the girls’ changing room. Dan and
one of the freshman girls are close behind them, not even pausing their lively
conversation as they disappear behind the door. Andrew pushes past the door for
the men’s changing room, Neil behind him. Matt and Nicky are hot on their heels
and arguing about some television show as Neil makes his way to his locker.
“I’m telling you,” Nicky says. “He’s dead.”
“No way!” Matt argues. “He’s gonna pop up next season. You’ll
“Are you sure we watched the same episode?”
“They can’t just kill off a fan favorite like that!”
Neil tunes them both out and spins the combination into his
locker lock. When he pulls the door open, something falls out and clatters to
the floor. There’s a moment where Neil’s heart stutters to a painful halt in
his chest, his breath clogging up his throat. Somewhere in the back of his
mind, memories he’s long buried try to sink their claws back in. He has to
close his eyes for a moment before he can focus again. Neil slowly looks down only
to find a plastic knife at his feet. He blinks a few times in confusion before
reaching down and picking it up. He turns it over in his hand and sees Justin Mattews scrawled in sharpie
across the handle. As far as threats go, this one definitely makes the least
amount of sense. Neil gives his brain another minute to come up with a possible
explanation, but when it comes up blank, he holds the plastic knife out towards
Andrew in a silent question.
“Neil! What’re you doing? You’re not supposed to tell anyone
who you have!” Nicky exclaims from across the row of lockers.
“Murder season is finally upon us,” Matt says. “Let
the chaos begin and may the best person win.”
I don't understand how anyone can like Malia, I'm not hating, but I've never liked her, Shelley Hennig is women out for attention, she was Miss Teen USA 2004, they're only out because they want to saw the world their bodies, how has she got any pride? She can't actually act, it's so cringe worthy and hard to watch, I mean when she was crying over her dead sister and mum, completely unrealistic! How can you like Malia with Shelley playing her?
Look here, nothing is going to turn me against Shelley Hennig, she is my idol and I adore her. As for you nasty comments about Miss Teen USA, that’s a bit over the top, considering some of them are intelligent and go on to do great things; Shelley started speaking publicly a lot about how she doesn’t agree with underage drinking, she still publicly does now. Shelley answers for Miss Teen USA were also very well educated and you can tell looks aren’t her favorite thing about her; she has spoken about how she is a Tomboy and how Malia is too, that why she cut her hair for season 5.
Onto the other point that blew me away…..you’re saying she can’t act? Sorry I can’t compute that, currently she is the only Teen Wolf female to win an award for best female, along with her cast mates Tyler Posey (Teen Choice: male star) and Dylan O’Brien (Teen Choice: Best villain, scene stealer, male star) who have also won Teen Choice Awards for their Teen Wolf performances.
And I think this will demonstrate her acting skills:
This scene was one of the scenes that sealed the deal on me shipping Stalia forever and causing me a lot of pain in the process; it is clear that her and Dylan have a lot of chemistry as friends as this was more believable than the stuff strdia produce:
Malia is not one to cry, but when she does her performance is impeccable and makes me break down each time.
She is also one who can crack me with her boyish attitude and funny habits:
Onto the comment that bothered me most, I think you were referring to this scene when Malia sees her dead Mother and sister, how is an actor meant to act when they see fictional dead family; are they meant to overact and scream?? She does it calmly and full of pure emotion, you can see how much this scene pains her, in more ways than one, her lip quivering, her holding her breath.
If you’d done any research in Shelley, you’d know that when she was fourteen, she lost one of her elder brothers in a car accident, this is the reason she is so publicly against drunk-driving, I know actors personally at my college and they all say that they use their own experiences to help them act out a scene, did you even stop for one minute to think that maybe her acting in this scene, was guided by her own personally lost? The characters died in an accident, a lot like her brother and I really think Shelley broadcast that emotion in that scene.
All in all, I can’t imagine anyone else as Malia Tate:
Hi! I've finished making all my revision notes for my exams but now I don't really know how to revise from them. How would you recommend to revise effectively from written notes? I feel like every time I go to revise it's never productive and I'm wasting my time. Thanks
Hi! Here are a couple of things to do:
don’t be a passive studier - if you’re just slowly reading your notes through, it is likely there isn’t much going in. Find ways to memorise the information. For instance, getting a study group together, making acronyms/mnemonic devices, or reading your notes aloud.
compare with a friend - get a copy of someone else’s notes and see if you can add anything important in. I must have annotated my notes about 3 times just finding new ways to connect information. I found it really helpful being able to understand links between topics.
highlight them - a simple one but go through and pick out some of the most important details.
make alternative study guides from them - try summarising your notes into very precise flashcards, mindmaps, or timelines. If you got most of the information already written, you can really just rewrite the absolutely important parts.
use them in practice papers - if you can access previous years exams, do that! Have your notes next to you and try to pull out the most important information for each question. You’ll be able to see if there are any gaps in your notes.
make a study guide - try turning your notes into questions and answers. If your syllabus has premade questions, that is a great place to start.
write essays - even if you use your notes just to scaffold an essay, it is a great to see if what you’ve included can actually sustain a real argument for your exam.
make summary lists - this could be names of people/their roles, important dates, quotes + techniques, vocabulary lists, etc!
cover up and review - hide part of your notes and see how much you can remember. If you really struggle, take a peek and try again.
I hope this gives you a couple of ideas! Best of luck with your revision xx
everytime that hyuk has a performance, you miss it because of your packed schedule. you wished that you could just go or do whatever or wherever you wanted when you wanted.
you remember like it was yesterday..your high school graduation. of course, hyuk was there but he seemed a bit off.
“hyuk? what’s wrong?” your eyes filled with worry quickly after realizing that your boyfriend had a pouty face.
he forced a fake smile to assure you that there was nothing wrong. but there was.
“come on, lets go outside.” you got up and grabbed his hand, guiding him out of the refreshments room.
you weren’t going to believe any lies that he was going to attempt to tell you. it was obvious that he had something on his mind. something that was dragging his regular happy self down.
“tell me what’s wrong.” you said.
“i just…nevermind.” he looked at you and bit down in his lip to hide his frown.
“c'mon i don’t want to hear that.. you better tell me hyuk.” you forced him.
he let out a sigh and broke his eye contact with you. “will you still be able to…”
“to what hyuk? you’re like how many years older than-”
“come to my shows. and please let’s not talk about our age gap…ever.” he whispered the last part, no one could know about that. not now.
“if this is what’s bothering you, then…yes i will still try to go to your shows. i’ve never missed one yet. and i damn sure don't plan on missing one.”
you cut him off with a kiss, causing him to turn to putty in your hands. he was a sucker for you and he needed to make sure that you’d be around. you were his inspiration for everything after all.
you got a nonification from the angel that attended each and every one of hyuk’s performances. she went live so that those at home could watch him live.
you tapped on it and god…there he was, singing pour up. he looked amazing. and you noticed that he was wearing the necklace you got him for his birthday which made you smile and tear up. you were beginning to feel emo.
honestly, you felt distant from him. you’d see him every now and then but that was either for a quick fuck or to spend “time” together which only lasted for about an hour.
god knows you didn’t want to break up with him. you loved him too much.
you pushed your thoughts to the side just for now and focused on hyuk. of course, he was singing well and giving a great performance. he sung a few songs before getting to what2do. a song that he wrote when you two weren’t on the best page.
but right in the middle of the song, he stopped singing, covered his face and looked down. he walked off of the stage while shaking his head. but before he left, he spoke into the microphone, “i’m sorry”.
“what?” you asked yourself before hopping off of the couch and heading to your room to dress yourself.
you threw on a skirt, one of hyuk’s old supreme jackets and a pair of your old sneakers. you looked fine, if you excluded the fact that it looked like you had no bottoms on.
after locking up the house, you looked back at your phone. the ‘angel’ was apologizing to her viewers.
“dean is backstage. he’s been back there for a good six minutes…i hope he’s alright. if there are new viewers, the reason why you don’t see dean is because he cried on stage and left. he’s still here and maybe will be out soon. hang on.” she turned the camera around to face the stage.
hyuk had came back, with a hat on to hide his puffy eyes. “i apologize for my abrupt stop…. it’s just… i’m having problems.” he wasn’t going to continue the sentence but people in the crowd encouraged him to.
“tell us dean!”
he sighed into the microphone. “i wanted her to be here and…she’s not…”
“aww.” the crowd cooed as he started crying again.
you put your phone in your pocket and continued your walk to the venue. you hoped that security would let you in although they most likely wouldn’t.
even if you told them that you were hyuk’s girlfriend. they probably wouldn’t believe you because of how you looked. or maybe just because they were trying to keep him safe.
when you finally got to the back of the building, you saw that there was no one at the back door so you started to open it… until someone opened it before you.
“what were you doing?!” two men who looked like security guards asked you.
“umm…” you paused. “i’m here to see hy- dean. i’m his girlfriend.”
the both of them started to laugh and point at your features, telling you how hyuk would never date someone like you.
you just stood there. unfazed. how and why were you unfazed? because you were used to this. it was nothing new, so you let them get in on their jokes.
“y/n!” hyuk literally screamed when he spotted you from the hallway.
he pushed pass the guards and pulled you into a tight hug. “what are you doing here? i thought you said that you have a test tomorrow and you need to study?”
“they teased me hyuk.” you ignored his question and stared the two older men in front of you down.
“what?” he looked back at them and codly said, “you’re not the only ones. hardly anyone believes her.”
“sorry.” they said in unison and left the two of you alone.
hyuk stepped back and looked at you, he noticed his jacket and that brought a slight smile to his face.
“you cried…on stage. why?” you cut straight to the point making his smile drop.
“because i miss you y/n. i miss us.” he paused and ran his fingers through his hair. “i miss you being in the crowd and i miss spotting you out and singing to you. baby we’re not even around each other as much anymore. and when we are… it’s just..not the same.”
“i honestly feel the same way hyuk…i really do. but-”
“please don’t say but, just be here with me. we can work this out.” he looked down, obviously he was in some type of emo state.
“alright..after your show, let’s go home.” you suggested.
“after the show? home?” he asked. the tone of his voice was lifted and his eyes opened much more wider than before. You
“yes hyuk, now get in there and give your fans a good performance!”
he grabbed your hand and guided you through the building, to the stage. “what are you doing?” you asked him through gritted teeth.
he placed his finger over his lips and signaled for the dj to start the music. “everyone this is the woman in my life, y/n. and i will be singing to her.” his voice came out shyly and his cheeks were a pinkish red because of all the blushing that he was doing.
the crowd cheered him on until it was time for him to begin singing. they cooed along with you all the way till the end.
“i love you y/n.” he said, sincerely.
you mouthed i love you back to him and opened your arms wide. but, he didn’t hug you.. he cupped your face with his hands and kissed you. he kissed you in front of all the cameras.. something that he once said he’d never do.
when his set was over, he bowed at the crowd and thanked everyone for coming. he also apologized again a thousand times until you had to stop him.
“are you happy with me?” he asked, while holding the door of his car open for you.
you nodded and spat out a quick “yeah.” before he could close the door.
you didn’t lie, although things may have been a little off with your relationship with hyuk but that didn’t mean that you weren’t happy most of the time.
when he got into the car, he started the engine and turned up the radio. you leaned back into the seat and held onto his hand.
“you know, if you at least attend some of my shows, i’ll be the happiest man alive.” hyuk said.
“i’ll see what i can do.” a smirk stretched across your face. he didn’t exclude the"some" which made you feel good. he was finally understanding that school was a top priority.
“you better.” he laughed.
when you two got to your house, you watched a movie and talked about your relationship. thankfully, you worked it out with him completely. you would attend some of his shows and he would come over to your place everyday for way more than an hour time to spend time with you.
“tell me everything will be alright.” you said, while you snuggled deeper into hyuk’s chest.
“everything will be alright. i promise.” he kissed your forehead and sung one of his songs to you until you fell asleep.
Rn I'm living on kind of a toxic house for idk how much longer (trying to move out asap) but a lot of things make me anxious/angry/feel all kinds of negative emotions. Could this affect my magic? If so, what can I do to fix that? I can't go anywhere else to do magic and I have to be discreet, my parents are hardcore Christians. I don't want to stop doing witchcraft tho, I really enjoy it even if it doesn't work, it kinda helps me feel better.
It can if you think it will. I assume that’s already a worry in your mind, since you’re asking this question. It’s like how we say doubting your spells can actually help them fail - this is sort of in that vein of thought. If you think it matters, that it will have an impact on your impact, then it can.
A lot of people talk about not needing to be in a calm / positive state when it comes to your spellwork - it really comes down to your frame of mind. Some spells require those emotions to fuel them - mostly curses, but certain spells call for you bring up those things to bind or banish them as well.
So, at that point it’s a matter of letting yourself believe and know that it will not affect your magic, and trying to keep the doubt from your mind. And I know it’s easier said than done, but as long as you keep trying, keep pushing those thoughts, eventually one day it will just be that way (the whole “fake it ‘till you make it” mantra, right?).
You can still research magic and call yourself a witch, even if you’re taking a break between castings. I mean, it’s been, like, months since I did a “proper” spell, with candles and crystals and herbs and stuff like that. But here I am, still a witch, just focusing on expanding my knowledge at this time. That can be an option if you are willing to wait until you leave the house to do magic, so the negativity won’t impact it. And it makes me feel better too, I feel you.
Otherwise, you have a couple of other options as well.
You can [cast a ward] (tw: gif) around your bedroom - think of it like a layer of thick and potent energy coating your walls, as close to them as possible - so as not to allow any other negativity from the rest of your house in. Here are some more options for warding techniques:
From there, [cleanse often] to keep any negativity out of your space, and from you. A discreet cleansing is open up a window and direct the airflow to come in, sweep up any negativity, and bring it back out again. The “light visualization” is also a wonderful way to cleanse a space with no tools. You can also [decontaminate people before they enter your space], an amazing idea brought forward by @stsathyre.
Self cleansing is also great to help with any negativity you may have picked up in the meantime - you still have to interact with the rest of the house right? Shampoos and body washes can be enchanted simply to help you cleanse as well as clean in your shower. My favorite method of self cleansing is standing out in the rain as it falls - and it’s getting to be better weather (at least where I am), the ideal time for this!
Discreet practicing comes down to a lot of [energy work], in my opinion - you don’t need any tools, really, just your own body and an understanding of working with energy. I do spells with my intent and tapping debit machines to make them load faster. I also draw down rain by willing it, and some subtle hand gestures.
Following the euthanasia discussion, you've talked a lot about end of life care, but how do you decide when intervention is worthwhile for a sick or hurt pet? Taking out cost as a factor, are there injuries that, even if they can heal, it's not worth it to try, due to the recovery time/pain? What about continuing treatment of a sick animal, if there's the potential for recovery but, if they don't recover, you're needlessly putting them through painful treatments or surgeries?
So, basically I try to avoid making this decision. It’s a judgement call, and I’m not here to judge my clients for the decisions they make, I’m here to guide them towards the better options, and away from the outright bad choices they might otherwise have made.
Most of the time, as long as you chose something, it’s better than nothing.
Take lymphoma treatment for example. After a pet is diagnosed with lymphoma, you have three basic options.
Chemotherapy. 30% chance of surviving more than 3 years
Prednisolone. Will feel much better for 1-2 months, then very much worse
As long as something gets chosen in the following few days, it’s not my place to say which one is ‘correct’ because none of these options are wrong. There may be other factors, such as age of the pet, the owner’s own experience, or the pet’s temperament that affect their choice, but it’s not my place to decide whether these big choices are worthwhile.
As another example, Osteosarcoma of the limb in large breed dogs has treatment options that look more like this:
Limb sparing surgery, + chemo or radiotherapy, average survival time 6 months
Amputation + chemo or radiotherapy, average survival time 6 months
Amputation alone, average survival time 4 months
chemo alone, average survival time variable (spontaneous bone fracture can still occur and require euthanasia)
Lots and lots of pain relief.
I’m not going to make the judgement call for somebody else’s dog. I would make the judgement call for my own dog, but I know what my reasoning is. I can guide someone through why they could consider each option, but I can’t make the choice for them.
Factors I encourage people to consider are:
Are the odds of success or average survival times good enough in your view to make this decision?
If the recovery time is X and the expected lifespan of your pet is Y, are you comfortable with this?
Are you comfortable with the expected cosmetic result after treatment? (eg after amputations)
And if it is at all possible for me to do so then I will make the pet comfortable and encourage owners to take 24 hours to make a decision. Sometimes it’s not possible to grant them that time and I have to force them to think quicker, but I hate having to do this. The animal, however, has to remain my priority.
As a side note, there are ways for me to steer the conversation and lead people towards making the decision that I want them to make, but I rarely do this. I usually only use this technique when there aren’t very many good options and the pet needs a fast decision, or if the owner is stuck. I try to avoid doing this because it could be ethically questionable to lead people into making big decisions in this way.
But in conclusion, while I will attempt to enforce a minimum welfare standard for all my patients, for more extreme interventions I try to abstain from making judgements about what’s ‘worthwhile’, only presenting facts.
It’s one of my ideas for an end to the Filthy Frank Show.
But if you’re curious for what lies ahead, you have been warned.
Frank lines the three of them up one by one.
“Cover your ears. All of you.”
They do as he says.
Sal turns around. Afraid.
“It’ll be alright Salamander Man. Just turn around okay? Here take your flute.“
Sal begins to play his classic song.
He spins around to look at Frank.
“Hey buddy, can you rap for us? Reaaaallly fuckin loud I want the neighbors to hear that shit. And no matter what you hear, do not uncover your ears.”
He perks up and sings his tune with his ears covered. Frank can’t understand his gibberish but he knows he’s calmed.
Lemon is curled up on the end going on and on about twenty-one, as usual.
Frank pulls the gun out from his waistband and cocks it. He starts with Sal. He puts the gun behind his head and looks away.
“I’ll see you soon buddy”
His flute hits the floor and his body drops.
Pink Guy continues his song, much louder and much more disconcerted than before.
Frank attempts to gather himself as he moves to Lemon. He puts the gun behind his head as he screams. He was about to pull the trigger but
“w-wait Franku please I don’t wanna die”
Frank, astounded by his first use of actual speech, lowers his gun.
He crouches down next to him
“It’s gonna be okay. We’re going to a better place. No more Chin Chin, no more worries.”
“Yeah sure fuck it twenty-one.”
He stands back up behind him, gun in hand.
“We’ll see each other soon.”
He slumps forward as fluids drain from his body.
And finally, Pink Guy. Frank finds this the hardest to do. Pink stops his song and uncovers his ears. He opens his eyes and stares about the bloodied room, and at the bodies of his friends. He breaks.
“God dammit Pink Guy, what the fuck did I say?”
“Because there’s nothing left for us here. Chin Chin will be here soon we’re running out of time. And I can’t stop him. No one can. And I’m not letting him take you guys. I’m not letting what happened to Safari Man happen to you. This is the only way. Now shut up an-”
“NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO”
Pink’s life flashes before his eyes.
Fighting to stay alive.
He remembers being chased in the pitch blackness, only the red light of his torch guiding his way.
He remembers the cool touch of a blood filled tub. He remembers the vomit, he remembers the pain.
He remembers Chin Chin’s curse. He remembers the agony he was put in.
He remembers Frank saving him.
And he trusts him.
He closes his eyes.
And he let’s go.
“Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck FUUUUUUUUUUUCK”
Frank screams as he cradles Pink’s limp body. He puts the gun to his head.
“I’m coming Pink Guy, I’m….”
But he can’t do it.
How many times had he had a shot gun in his mouth?
How many times had he said he wanted to kill himself?
But now that the time had come, he couldn’t bring himself to pull the trigger.
“Need some help?”
Frank looked up to see that familiar face.
George stood over him with that laid back attitude he always had.
“Fuck you faggot, get out of here”
He threw the gun at George’s feet.
“I just wanna help. You want out of here, and I… want you gone. It’s over Frank. “
Frank looked up again but lost breath at what he saw.
George stood there in his grey hoodie, black track pants, and those classic Nike’s.
But a dark force stood beyond him, he could make out a shadow lingering over him.
It was Chin Chin.
“You know what he wants. What we both want. Now either you let me help you, or he will.”
“…Fine. Fuck ass.”
“Even to the very end, you’re still an asshole huh? I know there’s more to you than that. I’ve seen it.”
“Wanna suck my ass while you’re down there kissing it?”
“I’m gonna miss you Frank. You’ll always be a part of me, and I’ll never forget that.”
“Don’t cause too much trouble up there. And hey lighten up. You’re free now.”
“And so am I.”
George pulls the trigger.
A loud gunshot heard for miles rings out.
He releases a sigh of relief, the shadow of Chin Chin fades away, and the whole world is lifted from his shoulders.
Theory: Jack is calling out for us but we don't get the hint
So, since Goodbye is over Jack has, in my opinion, acting a little strange. Now I’m sure he didn’t act strange, he didn’t act at all.
Im pretty sure Anti was in charge all the time. Our glitchy friend looks more selfconfident when he shows himself than this.
Here the glitching person looks more confused than anything. I think this person is Jack. JACK is the glitch now. He tries to reach us. The zalgo text? Definitely Jack. At first there was “is he back?” in the second detention video. Well, this could be Anti asking if Jack is back, but what if Jack thought up until this point that he is in charge, while Anti guided his actions? If Anti just took full control there? Jack would be asking if Anti is back.
His shocking realization came soon, as the new zalgo text appeared in that description: “forgotten or just too afraid to remember?” have we already forgotten about Jack? Or are we too afraid to face the fact that we were the cause of his downfall?
Detention Part 3: broken spirit let me out. Anti never was broken, he was whole as we created him. He wouldn’t beg for help either. But Jack? Well, as the opressed soul, lead by a demon before crushed by the same, he sure is broken. And he can’t rise without the help of the fans.
Someone made a pist that Anti has to step up his game because of the Date with Markiplier. Jack’s account responded in zalgo with “cheap imitator”. I don’t think this is Anti about Dark, this is Jack calling out Anti for playing the role of him.
Now we get to Detention 4. I looked closely at the glitches and I’m sure that Anti knows that we know now. The first glitch is just the actual camera gliitching to a better position, Anti using his skills to make the editing easier, knowing we would see this. Keep in mind that he can do stuff like that because the next two glitches are a confusing looking Jack, I think he even tries to say something, but gets cut out before he can do so.
Now you may ask why Anti doesn’t use his skills to cut it out completely. Easy, it helps him, because our brains scream just Anti if there’s a glitch. It makes him even stronger. Jack is confused and doesn’t know what he can do (instead) to reach us.
The last glitch is just Anti as he reads, the same look on the glitching in and the normal face. He wants us to know. He shows his face, and power, at this point.
Jack still tries to reach us.
This is a post he reblogged earlier.
Wait for me, don’t leave me, Jack, behind while you are all hyped up about Anti.
Hello Violet! I was wondering if you have a Top 10 or something like that of basic crystals? Soon I think I'm going to buy my first crystals and I'm not sure which ones buy first. I don't have a lot of money to buy many. Thanks in advance!
Hey! I can certainly give you some suggestions.
Firstly, don’t just get some crystals because people online say they’re good dude! Look around the store, pick the crystals up, see which ones you are drawn to and which you instantly fall in love with. If you see one that you have a connection with right away but it’s not one of the “popular” crystals, don’t be afraid to buy it. They are very personal things and what doesn’t work for others might just work for you! For example, my favourite crystals of all time are malachite and moonstone. Neither see much love as the likes of rose quartz or fluorite, but they’re still my babies :) You like that shiny rock? You get that shiny rock.
I won’t list 10 just for the sake of listing 10, but I will mention the first ones that come to mind :)
Clear Quartz is the big daddy of crystals for most people. This is because it is used to focus and magnify power, as well as absorb it depending on what you’re doing with it. It is also because it can be used as a substitute to pretty much any other crystal, making it perfect for beginners. All you have to do is program it with your desired intent. (Which is very easy so don’t be intimidated by that) Think of clear quartz like a focus in a laser pointer.
Amethyst is an amazing crystal for healing work. Most use it to bring calm and combat anxiety, stress or depression. Very good for combating addictions like smoking or even drugs. Many also use it to cure migraines. It can be used to aid disturbed sleep by placing a piece under your pillow.
Selenite is fantastic for work of divination. It is a tool with which many use to strengthen their psychic and mental abilities. It’s used for work with guides, spirits, angels and loved ones. I’ve personally used it a lot in rituals involving moon magic and intuition. It’s very effective in helping you achieve new levels of perspective as you strengthen and expand your mind.
Amber is technically not a crystal but worth a mention. It is made from the fossilized resin from coniferous trees that grew millions of years ago. It’s fantastic for past life and astral travel work, brings prosperity and a sense of confidence in challenging environments (work, school, etc) If Amethyst is the crystal that soothes your stress and depression, think of Amber as the force that then increases your self worth and gives you the drive to go on.
Onyx is a great go to for work involving protection, absorbing negative energy, warding off nightmares and being a great tool in magical defense. I was often told by an ex partner of mine that when she wore her onyx necklace at night and felt people stare at her, she would focus on it and they would noticeably lose interest and look away. Nice little crystal if you’re nervous about travelling. I actually prefer obsidian for the same purposes but again, obsidian is not a crystal; it’s volcanic glass. Still mighty strong though ;)
Blue Lace Agate
Crystals to avoid:
Sadly in many crystal shops, fake crystals are sold. Most of them are just glass that’s been dyed or heated until it discolours. Here are some of the most commonly faked crystals that i’d advise against buying when a beginner until you are able to distinguish the fake from the real OR know that your store is super legit.
Anything with unnaturally strong colours (Obnoxious pinks and blues)
Ametrine (9 times out of 10 it’s just burnt amethyst)
Check this link for more info, and look at the comments to see what others said on the matter :)
I could list so many more crystals and bore you all day but this should be ok for now! Other people feel free to add what crystals you loved when you were starting out x)
Okay so I'm gay and I'm all for equality & do my best to be open minded & respectful, but sometimes I catch myself not being so. Like sometimes I struggle understanding trans rights, even though I'm gay?! And sometimes I fall victim to the thinking of conservatives. Like we accuse conservatives of being close minded for not supporting LGBT rights, when liberals don't accept conservative views Ike being pro life... I don't know I just think it's hypocritical of liberals..
Ok so, not gonna lie, reading this was not fun. That being said, I sorta have this rule where if someone asks me a question, even if it’s problematic, I try my best to just answer calmly, hoping that if you’re asking a question it’s because you’re open to new ideas that might hopefully replace your existing ones.
Soooooo lets get started.
1. One of the biggest hurdles for the trans community is in fact the gay community, you expressing some sort of surprise that you, presumably a gay man, can at times feel transphobic would probably not come as any surprise to an actual trans person who has to deal with this all the time. Probably definitely saddens them, but not exactly surprising. I mean, the gay community by and large can still be very hostile towards trans people and some gay people will even casually shit all over trans people as a way of engendering themselves to conservatives as the Cool Gay. “Sure, I’m gay, but I’m not one of those liberal hippy gays, I believe in a gender binary, look at me and how much we have in common!” The thing is, yes, being a cis gay person makes it sometimes very hard to exactly understand what the experiences of a trans person are. The notion of feeling uneasy about ones gender, which for most of us is an aspect of our identity we just take for granted and don’t think about, is probably very alien to most cis people, even gay ones. However, you don’t really need to have an intimate understanding of every issue to simply respect that persons ability to lead a life that they feel reflects their most authentic self. At the end of the day, even if you’re someone who can never understand specifically what it feels like not be comfortable with your own gender, you can still hopefully understand that it’s not really your business to regulate other people’s lives. Conservative arguments about gender revolve around bathrooms - essentially making it impossible for trans people to work in a public building or even go out because once they leave their house they don’t have a bathroom to use. Their reasoning is the safety of others, specifically women and children, which is insane because there’s never been a single instance of a trans person attacking anyone in a bathroom and this whole argument is rooted in the same kind of bigotry that led people to characterize gay men as pedophiles for fucking years. So, I’m not really sure what about the conservative argument makes sense to you, personally I don’t see what right people have to regulate the private personal decisions of other citizens.
2. Next, women’s reproductive rights. Ok, so, the big problem here is pretty obvious just by the way you phrased your question, which was that you seem to view women’s access to their own reproductive rights as like this abstract argument. Sorta like, what should our tax rate be? 30% or 25%…. lets debate the merits of both sides and find out. The thing is, reproductive rights aren’t abstract. They may seem that way to men, even gay men, because men have no concept of how essential these rights are for women since our government at no point has ever regulated our lives and our bodies in order to trap us within certain moral norms.
But yeah, lets break this down a little. Why are reproductive rights so important to conservative ideology? Well, it’s actually not the Christian thing, since Christianity was completely silent on abortion throughout history until we began entering the industrial era. Why the change? Well because the shift from a pre to a post-industrial economy meant having tons of children was not feasible for most people anymore. Prior to industrialization if you wanted to lead a successful life you had to have children, lots of them, because children tended the fields, brought in the harvest, fed your animals, and the fact that kids didn’t always reach adulthood meant you had extra for just in case. Moreover, the industrial revolution made it very hard for families to survive one just one partners income, especially if you had more than just a couple kids. So what happens? Two things - women start going to work to help their families and they also start having abortions with much greater frequency because they literally could not afford these kids anymore. Now, why is this such an issue? Well because society up until this point was heavily invested in the idea of female domesticity, which was essentially a religious fable created by men that said women were the moral center of every family, which is why it was their jobs to raise the children and also to guide their husbands moral decisions. However, the only way women could stay pure enough to maintain this role was by not leaving the house, the public sphere was an ugly immoral place where people had to sell their virtues to get ahead and it was thought that if women were allowed to enter that world then morality as a whole would decay. It’s all bullshit, of course, but it was a very effective way of giving women the illusion of agency and influence while still keeping them locked up in their home. Plus, the fact that women were forced to believe that they were the pillars of morality created a sense of duty for them to stay with their husbands and fulfill their role. POINT IS, ok, so now women are leaving their homes, how do we fix that? Oh, right, lets make it fucking impossible for women to work or have careers by taking away their agency to make decisions about their own lives. Like, oh, you don’t want this fourth baby because it’ll prevent you from being able to have a job and your family will suffer as a consequence? Too bad! Sucks to suck #awomansplace. All that said, did any anti-abortion regulations ever actually stop abortions? NO. Women were still having abortions, the only difference was that they were having them in alley ways and butcher shops. They were getting sick from an infection or a botched surgery and dying and for what?? To have the same sort of basic agency and free will to determine the circumstances of their lives that men have always had as a given and take for granted.
Reproductive rights is essential to every other aspect of a woman’s life. It determines what level of education they can get, what their income could be, what sort of personal freedom they’ll have to go on vacation, or date, or just have a night out with friends, and sometimes it even determines whether they’ll live or die. And that’s what conservatives want. They want to use women’s reproductive biology as a tool to subjugate them and make them less independent, it’s a way of exercising patriarchal control over women by making those women dependent on either a man or government assistance just to survive financially. So, yeah, the lives of women aren’t simply an abstract idea you toss around, debating the pros and cons of, as if it’s all the same.
Call it hypocritical if you want, but I think that’s an awful mischaracterization of things because at no point in time are liberals ever trying to control or regulate a private aspects of a conservatives life. I think liberal ideology is about being accepting of whatever personal choices people make as long as those choices don’t have a direct negative impact on another persons happiness or freedom. It doesn’t mean accept anything without question. If a person wants to impose control on another individual then no, we won’t accept that, because people should not get to build their political ideology based on their ability to exert control into other people’s lives.
ANYWAYS, this has been super long and it honestly doesn’t even cover half of the complexities of these issues so I hope you’ll do your own research and keep thinking about these topics while also remembering that as a cis male your ability to actually understand the experience of others is limited, but that doesn’t mean you can’t educate yourself and try to empathize with those that are different than yourself and imagine how you’d feel if you were trapped in their circumstances.
warning!: the readers story line is thickening and it can be triggering as mentions of self harm, depression and suicide will be laced within these next few parts so i wanted to let you know so you’re reading at your own risk. im here for additional support if you need it my nugs.
a/n: ive decided to write this along with the episodes so apologies in advance for the timeline partially being messed with!! the next few parts will be longer as im trying to squeeze two episodes into each in order to catch up with the latest episodes!! i hope you enjoy this part as much as i do💜
and a special shout out to @natalieroseg for always sending me a message after i post a new part and constantly showering me with love and admiration for this series. readers like you that always give me feedback are why i love writing so much!! don’t be shy my loves leave me a question or some feedback in my ask box🌈🌈
“i can’t believe dad grounded me” i mumble to my brother as i adjust his tie.
“sorry about that” he apologies looking down to me as I finish up stepping back and taking in my brothers funeral attire, i tried to convince him to wear a suit jacket but he insisted that he wore his letterman jacket
“it’s fine arch, im not mad at you” i turn to face the mirror straightening out my black dress.
today was the day of jason blossoms funeral and the blossoms took it apon themselves to invite the entire town, maybe hoping jasons murderer would reveal them selves by attending.
there was no way i wanted to go, it was being held in the blossoms thorn hill mansion and just the look of that place gives me the creeps and thats not even talking about the people who vacate it
i never wanted to take a step in thorn hill every again after the party and the incident with jason. not that i was alone everyone hated going to thorn hill, it was straight up creepy
but i knew that if i didn’t go then it’d give the blossoms a reason to begin a revenge plot, already dropping murder charges on me, simply because if you don’t show up to one of these events when your invited it’s pretty damn shady.
i slip on my shoes and fix up the final bits of my hair and makeup when the door bell chimes downstairs. my brother moves off my bed and down the steps to answering whomever was at the door
i stand in front of the mirror staring blankly at my reflection barley recognising myself anymore.
“i look like a bloody sack of potatoes" i moan as my brother enters back into my room.
“not from where im standing you don't” i spin around catching myself off guard at the new voice
i come face to face with jughead, in a freaking suit. i have to stop myself from drooling as my knees feel like they’re about to give way. he looked adorable and extremely hot at the same time, if that’s even possible
“i-um where’s arch?” he shrugs “he let me in and then disappeared think he said something about going to the school to grab something”
i nod facing the mirror again watching as jughead she eyes drop checking me out “thanks by the way- even if you are lying it’s still nice of you” i mumble fiddling with the ends of my hair.
“it’s s'okay, i wasn’t lying- you look” he pauses shoving his hands into his pockets slightly revealing the suspenders hiding behind his suit jacket. god you had a weakness for his suspenders.
“you look beautiful” he talks to the ground before looking back up to you a smile playing on his lips.
you walk over to the boy playing with his tie, his hot breathe tickling your neck “you don’t look to bad yourself jones” i tease
he places his hands softly on my waist “it was the best i could do” he confesses pressing his forehead against my own. you sigh and bring your hands up to cup his cheeks.
“it’s more than enough” i lean forward and connect our lips in a soft sweet kiss pulling back and placing a quick peck to his cheek “c'mon let’s go we can’t be late”
we begin our journey over to thorn hill making sure to detach our joint hands as we neared the gates, he sighed at the action looking to me then back to the ground
“i-” he stops,sighing once more. like he’s trying to find the words to explain to me why he did it.
i stop, sliding my hand up his arm pulling him toward me “jug it’s fine okay?” i reassure glancing into his eyes.
“i was just worried. that well, you’ll be upset if i didn’t want to tell anyone about this” he looks down guilty refusing to make eye contact.
“we- we don’t know what this is yet okay? it’s okay i know. let’s just keep it between us?”
relief fills his features “im sorry (y/n)” i shake my head stepping closer to him “jughead jones i promise you im okay, im a big girl” he chuckles softly glancing up into my eyes.
“i know i just don’t want to hurt you” he admits “then don’t” i state simply pressing my lips against his own briefly before walking away from the boy and through the iron gates.
“god i hate this place” i mutter walking toward the enterance where I spot penelope and hermione talking to each other.
i approach the raven haired lady as she pulls away from the blossom woman “lodge” i call out catching her attention as she opens her arms pulling me into a warm embrace.
“hello (y/n) sweetie! and to you to jughead, you both look great” i smile blushing “thank you hermione, we better get inside everyone’s waiting for us” she smiles biding us farewell as the two of us enter the house of horrors
i spot betty and the others sitting toward the back of the room grabbing jughead arms to guide him “hey!” i whisper sitting next to veronica & kevin, leaving jughead to sit next to betty.
“how’d it go last night?” i ask veronica as i give a small smile to the boy next to me searching the room for my red headed brother.
“yeah it was um interesting to say the least” she inhales sharply fixing her necklace before setting herself forward as the crowd settles into their seats the service about to commence
i finally spot my brother moving toward the blossom woman jason’s football jersey in hand, i narrow my eyes as they endure a short conversation before he hands over the article of clothing and sits down directly in front of me
“what was that all about?” i mumble leaning forward and he just shakes his head “ill fill you in later yeah?” you roll your eyes leaning back into your seat as the music begins
“and may the odds be ever in your favour” i mumble
“why didn’t you tell me you were offered captain?” i nag my brother as we slide into our usual lunch spot, jughead giving me a soft smile as i sit down next to him
“look it doesn’t really matter-i want to focus on music and i gave it up to reggie anyways”
“really?! the coach gave extra praise to the kid that calls himself mantle the magnificent, jeez talk about fuelling a mans ego” i push my food around my plate not feeling particularly hungry.
“so are you going to try out for the variety show?” he takes a sip from his water bottle placing it back down “well i kinda blew that”
i furrow my eyebrows as kevin, ronnie & betty join us the blonde sitting down next to me “we need to talk” she turns to me eyes wide.
i tune out of my brother conversation and give my full attention to the blonde “what’s up?” i pop a piece of watermelon in my mouth as she speaks
“y'know how jughead and i went to sleuth after the funeral” i nod continuing with my fruit “we ran into cheryl’s great grandma- super horrifying but anyways polly was engaged to jason”
my eyes almost pop out of my head “what?!” i almost shout, narrowing my eyes at the blonde girl. “that’s insane betty”
“yo sis did you hear that?” i turn from my bestfriend to my red headed twin “huh?” jughead chuckles at my daze and i nudge him with my elbow earning a yelp from the jones boy.
“veronica is going to sing with my at the show, are you going to come?” i nod “yeah, dad wants me to come” a smile beams from his face, excitement evident.
the bell rings signalling the end of lunch causing me to refrain from smashing my head against the lunch table “you okay?” the brunette boy asks me leaning forward in his seat as the others gather their stuff.
i sling my bag on grabbing my lunch tray “yeah, just thinking” i sigh beginning to walk to english with the two sleuths
“did betty tell you she has a date tonight?” jughead teases the blonde as we head outside the school.
“um elizabeth cooper when were you going to tell me this” i exclaim grabbing the girls arm as the brunette laughs at the two of us
“it’s not a date!” she defends “you literally said ‘it’s a date’” the boy retorts a lazy smile hanging from his lips “who’s it with?!” eagerness coursing through me
“just trev, he was friends with jason and i wanted to see if we could get more information that’s all it is- we’re going to pops tonight” she finishes scuffing her feet as we exit the school.
“im working tonight!” i exclaim and she rolls her eyes adjusting her backpack “so i can really see if this is a date” i snicker smiling sinisterly at the blonde girl
“ive gotta go i guess ill see you later” she whines walking away from the two of us “see you later” i call after her turning to jughead a shy smile on his face
“what?” i chuckle bringing my lip between my teeth “nothing” he replies back smug a smile still beaming from his face.
i blush, turning away from the boy “you’re such a dork” he nods to himself
“ive got shift so ill see you later-” i talk fast nervous, my sight darting around the courtyard watching kids exit the school, rushing home
“mind if i walk with you?” i shake my head starting to walk away the brunette hot on my heels reaching for my hand as we hear the diner and grow further and further from school
i smile down at our joined hands feeling my cheeks heat up"
“everything okay?” he teases causing me to blush even more “oh shush” i giggle pushing through the diner door greeted by hermione and pop.
they glance at our joined hands and we spring away from each other, jughead scratching the back of his neck, embarrassment consuming the both of us.
“hey kids” hermione says sweetly a knowing smile on her features
“im going to change” i announce walking away from the three slipping into the ladies room to change into my uniform, reemerging to find jughead in his usual booth with his laptop already up and typing away
i waltz over to hermione tying my apron around my waist “H” i say warily a smirk evident on the lodge women’s face
“so you and that jones boy” my eyes widen shaking my head “you can’t tell anyone especially ronnie” i beg placing my hands on either side of her arm
“and whys that?” her eyes narrowing removing my hands and crossing her arms over her uniform
“it’s complicated” i sigh glancing back at the boy in the booth “we just want to keep it on the down low so please” she nods winking at me “go you have tables to serve”
the night was busy filled with customer after customer including betty and trev, i watched from afar squealing at the interaction of best friend with a cute boy.
i also had my eyes on another cute brunette in pops, as he sipped his chocolate milkshake his long fingers typing away at his laptop concentration clear on his face.
my attentions brought back when trev passes me giving me a smile wave goodbye full well knowing I’d been spying on them all night
i rush over to the booth sliding in next to the blonde “spill” i gush grabbing at the girls shoulder a smile beaming from my face, it’d been a long shift and i needed a good gossip sesh with my favourite girl
“what’s got you all giddy” i smile at the familiar voice as he slides into the seat opposite us.
“betty was about to tell me how her date went” i take a sip out of the blondes milkshake glass “it wasn’t a date!!” she defends.
i roll my eyes as she continues “he said that jason sold a bunch of his stuff weeks before he’s death- he was even selling drugs isn’t that crazy?”
my brows cruise concussion taking over “really-” i was cut off when hermione walks over to our booth “sorry kids but we’re closing up” they nod removing themselves from the booth
“goodnight” betty smiles hugging me before leaving the dinner, jughead hovers the raven haired woman leaving us to go back into the kitchen.
“ive got to stay back and clean jug” i yawn rubbing my eyes, exhaustion seeming to consume me “want me to wait i can walk you home?” i shake my head “ill be awhile- it’s fine”
he nods shoving his hands into his pockets “okay-ill see you tomorrow?” i nod playing with the fabric on the edge of my dress “see you tomorrow juggie”
and with that he bids me goodnight and exists the diner leaving us two girls alone to clean
i switch on the radio pulling on my rubber gloves on as we start to scrub away at the dirty dishes, dancing along to the music.
a noise from the foyer brings our attention back, i turn down the music and pull of my gloves emerging from the kitchen “sorry we’re close” i muse suddenly noticing that the diner was empty.
i move closer to the door noticing it to be unlocked, i turn to see a brown box lying on the floor, puzzled I walk up to it opening the box cautiously to find a snake curled up in the box
i let out a blood curdling scream falling to the floor as i rush myself backwards
hermione rushes out running toward me pulling me into her chest “what’s wrong honey?!” she asks worry filling her soft voice
i point to the box my heart racing beyond compare “there’s a freaking snake” she rushing to her phone dialling a number as she excuses herself into the next room.
the snake starts to crawl out of the box and toward me and i scramble from the floor climbing up onto the counter screaming “hermione!!” i yell causing the raven haired lady to run out
she grabs the box and places it over the snake trapping it from sylethring away
i squirm feeling tears pool in my eyes “you okay?” she rushes to me helping me off the counter top “yeah just a little shaken up” she gives me a hug smoothing down my hair.
“i called your dad, he’s on his way” i nod fishing my phone out of my dress pocket sending a quick text and then pocketing it not waiting for a reply.
the door chimes my dad rushing in to hug me moving toward hermione that look in his eyes, and thats when my stomach turned. he was looking at her the way he used to look at mum.
i scoop up my bag slipping on my denim jacket “where are you going?” she asks standing from the floor her eyes still locked on the box
“i can’t stay in here, im sorry” i blurt turning away and pushing through the exit door making my way toward the only person i knew that could comfort me right now
i find myself pick up my speed as i reach the trailer park practically running up the door slightly banging on it hoping that the boy would still be awake
tears flow from my eyes as the door swing open revealing an older man, “is jughead in?” he steps back scratching his head as he glances down at my pops uniform.
“im sorry miss-” “andrews” i finish for him wiping my cheeks “look miss andrews jugheads in bed-”
“dad what’s wrong?” i move past the man and rush into the trailer flinging myself into the arms of the brunette boy sobs racking my body
his arms tighten around my waist whispering softly into my ear in efforts to calm me “what’s wrong?” i sniffle pulling away slightly from the boy enough to see the worry in his eyes but still tight in his embrace
“god it’s so stupid” i mumble feeling embarrassed “hey tell me, please” he begs moving the hair from my face tucking it gently behind my ear.
“someone delivered a snake in a box and work and dad came-” he’s eyes grow wide looking to the older man behind him as he slips into his bedroom
“are you serious?! are you hurt are you okay” he rushes checking my body for bite marks i move away from him shaking my head as i sit myself down on the dirty couch
i run my hands through my hair “it’s not that- it’s my dad, hermione called him and i-i- I thought it was to comfort me but-” i swallow the lump in my throat
“it was to comfort her- he looked at her the way he used to look at my mum.. i think there’s something going on between them and i just can’t- i don’t know i-” i mumble my words feeling the tears rolling down
jughead sits himself down next to me pulling me into his chest “you just don’t want to see him with anyone else” he whispers stroking my hair soothingly
“im sorry” he murmurs “me too"
the sun blare through my room my eyes finding it hard to adjust to the sudden light, my eyes still puffy from last nights events. i roll over pulling the covers back up to my chin feeling myself drift back to sleep when there’s a knock at my door
i moan a ‘hello’ as the door squeaks up, squinting to reveal my father standing at the door clad in his work uniform
“afternoon sleepy head” i sit up yawning glance at the clock to see the times read 1:30pm i got home late and must’ve slept through my morning alarms.
“i know you had a rough night so i figured you earned a day off- i brought you lunch, i wanted to check up on you” he plops himself down on the edge of my bed handing me over a bag from pops
“thank you” i mumble moving my hair from my face looking down at my covers scared to look my dad in the face “where’d you go last night?”
“the jones’” i mumble and he just nods placing a hand on my shoulder “are you okay?” i nod feeling tears form in my eyes “just a little shaken up but im fine now, promise”
he pulls me forward wrapping me in a small hug before standing from my bed “i canceled your shift for tonight and bought us tickets to the show” i nod “sounds good” he nods back walking toward the door lingering in the hall
“thanks again dad, for lunch” he nods disappearing down the steps and put the front door, returning back to work i assume
i layed back down in my bed popping a few fries in my mouth as i open the lid to my laptop the screen lighting up as a picture of my family pops up; it was taken a few christmas ago when we were all together.
my mother has the biggest smile on her face as she looks up my father, totally in love. my brother and i stand infront of them, archie’s arm slung around my shoulders pulling me into him capturing us mid laugh.
it was a full length photo, you could see vegas jumping up at us her tongue hung from her mouth, her tail swishing in excitement. i didn’t know how much i missed being together until i found myself crying
i clicked into my photo album scrolling through all the old photos before i made the move to chicago with my parents there was a few with the whole gang; even the blossoms.
cheryl and i were clad in our riven vixen uniforms, it was freshmen year and it was our first ever game cheering and jason stood in the middle sporting his bulldogs uniform helmet in his hand as they are slung around the two of us girls
it was my favourite memory of freshman year, we look so innocent so young. free from heartache and loss.
“everything okay?” i jump at the voice slamming my laptop closed looking to see my two fellow river vixens standing at the door
“we let ourselves in, hope you don’t mind. you weren’t at school and we were worried” i shake my head smiling “it’s fine”
relief shows on their faces as the walk over to me sitting themselves down on my bed “god we were worried” “it’s was just a little incident at work and i couldn’t sleep so dad just let me take the day off”
“what happened at work?!” ronnie asks her brows creasing knowing full well that her mother was working shift with me last night “there was a box with a snake in it, left for us in pop’s. your mum seems to think it was a serpents doing”
“and well my dad.. and your mum they seemed weird with each other and it reminded me of my mum” i confess my eyes tearing up
“i don’t think i can handle my dad being with someone else other than my mum- i can’t i don’t even want to think about it”
she swallows her eyes darting around my room as i watch the clogs behind her eyes click “ronnie everything okay?” i place my hand over hers noticing the change in her eyes, guilt.
“i should go-” she grabs her bag leaning over and hugging me before rushing for the door “ill see you tonight right?” i nod watching her rush out of my room not bothering to say bye to the blonde next to me
“is she okay?” i question only to get a shrug in reply “im not too sure, something happened with her and arch-” i nod fiddling with my blanket
“we were worried about you” i give her a half hearted smile “i should’ve message you & v i just over slept and-” i huff guilt creeping up “it wasn’t just me and v”
“oh well yeah kev-” she giggles to herself “and juggie” my eyes widen “really?” she nods a smile growing on her face.
“he’s going to help me look into finding polly, i found where she’s staying and he offered to come with me” i smile trying not to give myself away “that’s sweet” she nods vigorously “isn’t it!”
“he’s on his way over- did you want to come with?” i sigh flopping my head back down on my pillow “i would but im going to the show tonight- i don’t think i could see your sister after the last time i saw her-”
she lets out a long sigh, grabbing hold of my hand and giving it a soft reassuring squeeze.
“its okay” she smiles brightly at me opening my laptop, the photo of myself and the blossom twins appearing on my screen.
she moves herself so she’s sitting next to me resting against my head board bringing my laptop up into her lap. “freshman year right?” i nod “sure was” i mumble in reply
“i love this one” i turn my attention to the screw a photo popping up of the five of us; betty, archie myself and the blossom twins.
we were all in our uniforms smiling from ear to ear
“i like this one better” i reach over and tap the next button to reveal a picture from last year, taken the day before i left for chicago. before i knew that my parents had taken a turn for the worst
we were all in a booth at pops; archie, betty, jughead, kevin and i all rugged up milkshakes and burgers scattered on the table and innocent smiles sketched onto our baby faces
blissfully unaware that in the next coming day their lives were about to get turned upside down.
“i love this one too” betty mumbles quietly a tear slipping from her green eyes “aw betts please don’t cry” i moan clinging to the girl laughing softly as my eyes well up
“god i remember that day like it was yesterday” she sniffles leaning her head against mine “that was the last i ever saw of you”
the air seemed to grow thick, silence growing between us as we stare blankly at the laptop screen
“why didn’t you say goodbye?” she turns to me vulnerability in her eyes. i close mine, the memory flooded back as i tried desperately for it to stop
i cleared my throats trying to respond without falling apart “i couldn’t-” my voice cracks.
“she woke me up at god knows what time and dragged me of bed shoving everything into bags telling me that ‘we need to leave we need to leave right now” i start to cry
“dad and arch woke up from the all the commotion and they start crying archie was hurt lead to believe that i wanted to go and leave them behind”
“i didn’t want to leave them- i didn’t want to leave anyone but i- i- couldn’t i couldn’t stay” i look to the blonde shock on her face.
“my mum said i needed help and i couldn’t get it from riverdale- so i had to go betty. i had no choice”
tears stream down my cheeks as betty looks on guilt dripping from her face. we sit staring at each other, too scared to speak. that was until jughead came bounding through the door
his eyes widen his whole persona changing as he realises what has happened. i spring from my bed excusing myself from the door as i dart into the bathroom locking it before either of them had the chance to follow me
i splash my face trying to calm myself down, scrubbing off yesterday’s makeup. trying to remove the loop of my dad and hermione from my mind
there’s a few knocks at my door but i ignore them, turning the shower on and starting to strip down. i need to get ready for tonight and it was the only way i could stay in here without suspicion from the two vacated my bedroom
i shut the water off, stepping out into the bathroom to dry my body before slipping on a robe and exiting the bathroom and taking the short walk into my bedroom
and just as expected the room was empty, i sit back down on my bed letting out a breathe i didn’t know i was holding.
soft knocks at my door bring my attention back down to earth “come in” i speak softly tightening my robe around my body making sure nothing is showing.
my dad pops his head in dressed up all nice for the show tonight, it was the first time dad would ever hear archie sing so it was a big deal. he’d bought tickets for all his work friends wanting something to boast about since i wasn’t all that interesting
“you almost ready? we’ve got to leave soon” i nod “im about to get ready shouldn’t be to long” he nods biding goodbye and closing my door behind him.
i walk over to my stereo turning up my music as i start to get myself ready for the night
we walked into the school side by side searching the crowd for dad’s work friends, i fish my phone out of my clutch hoping to see a text from jughead but nothing.
i rock on the back of my hells when i spot hermione, the raven haired lady smiles over at us briskly walking toward the two of us. my dads face lights up giving the lodge women a soft smile.
the engage in small talk as i desperately search for a way out of this damn conversation only to be brought back into it with hermione shaking my shoulder
“did your dad tell you the good news” she practically squeals squeezing my arm “nooo” i drag out the ‘o’ feeling a tad out of the loop.
“your dad’s offered me a job! no more scrubbing dirty fry pans and waiting tables for this lady” she gestures to herself earning a laugh from my dad.
she places a hand of his chest the two looking sickly happy “excuse me” i mutter moving as far away as i could hoping to spot any of my friends
i spot val walking along the corridor and i practically tackle her before she walks into the drama room “woho (y/n) what’s wrong?” she exclaims, alarmed.
“have you seen my brother? it’s important” she nods “follow me he’s probably back stage” i walk behind the pussy cat as she leads me into the green room
it doesn’t take me long till i spot my red headed brother siting along guitar in his hands strumming lightly, he looked as white as a ghost
i plop down next to him “arch are you okay?” he looks up at me noticing the nervousness in my eyes. “could ask you the same” he laughs lowly setting down his guitar
“val bailed on me so now im going solo- im so nervous (y/n)” i furrow my brows at my brother “wait i thought you were singing with v?” he sighs
“it’s a long story but anyway she got all upset because she found dad and her mum kissing at work this morning so she got spooked and-” my eyes widen, shock spreading through my body like wildfire.
“um excuse me what now?!” i almost yell, “i thought you knew, ronnie went to the house to check on you i just thought-” i shake my head standing up “you just thought what? that it was just casual conversation arch?! you’re so insensitive”
i yell walking out of the dressing room bumping into ronnie on the way out “woah are you okay?” i scoff “wouldn’t you like to know, thanks by the way for telling me about my dad. you’re a real gem”
i push past the raven haired girl moving out into the foyer spotting my dad as he walks us over to our seats in the auditorium. i almost scream when i noticed we were situated right next to the lodge lady, as we settle in for the performance.
i find myself zoning out all through veronica’s & the pussycats performance that i didn’t even hear them call archie’s name till he was in the middle of the stage
i perk up watching as he starts to sing, out of the corner of my eye i watch as my fathers hand joins with hermione and i feel my eyes well up “i can’t be here” i mumble to my father rushing out of the auditorium
my eyes fill with tears as i rush out into the hall, i scream into my hands looking up to see both betty & jughead soaking wet talking to the sheriff, a serious scowl on his face.
i let out a small cry catching their attention, i smack my hand over my mouth trying to muffle the sounds. they turn the brunette boys eyes filling with worry as he glances to me.
but betty says something to the boy that makes him looking between the two of us before mouthing a ‘im sorry’ and running off down the hall and out into the pouring rain after betty & the sheriff
my heart grows heavy as i watch him out more and more distance between the two of us.
archie’s voice carries through the speakers, he sounded amazing.
i close my eyes briefly before heading out into the storm,rain pelting down on my face as i felt myself being consumed by my thoughts. i fall to my knees letting out a silent sob
i was getting worse, and no one knew.
so i picked myself up and walked right out of the parking lot, down my street, into my house & into my bathroom looking the door behind me hoping that no one would ever find me again
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Hi i'm at work and melting and I have the worst headache and tbh I feel like I'm dying and I'm pretty sure it's overheating but can I pls get cute sexcapade fluff ficlet from you to make my life suck less. Ty ily. If not its ok don't worry but also hi ily again
Aaron isn’t really sure how it happened, in the end. One minute they were putting their ensuite shower to use, Robert sneaking in behind him as Aaron soaped up his hair, and the next thing he knew, Robert had gone flying, cracking his head against the thick glass of their shower door.
“Jesus - fuck, Robert, are you okay?” Aaron shut off the shower, sliding a bit on the tiled floor himself as he crouched down to check if his husband was okay, Robert sitting on the shower floor, looking a little more than dazed.
“‘M… not sure,” Robert’s words slurred a little as he spoke, pressing a hand to the back of his head.
Aaron hooked his arms around Robert, his husband like dead weight as he hoisted him out of the shower, depositing him unceremoniously on their bed, knowing Robert would give him nothing but grief later for letting their fresh bedsheets get soaked through.
“Let me see,” he murmured, tilting Robert’s head slightly so he could assess the damage. Robert’s head wasn’t bleeding, or anything, so he took that as a good sign, but that shower door was seriously thick glass, and Aaron couldn’t help but be concerned.
Especially when Robert was still so dazed.
“Come on, get dressed,” Aaron said, pulling on his own boxers, wincing at the way his clothes stuck to his damp skin.
“Because I’m taking you to the hospital Robert,” Aaron said, as if it were obvious. “You just nearly cracked your skull open on the shower door, you could have a concussion.”
“I’ll be fine, just a bit woozy,” Robert shrugged, fumbling for the trousers Aaron was handing him.
“Robert, don’t argue with me,” Aaron shook his head, fully dressed now. He would have run down to grab something to eat, but he didn’t quite trust Robert to get down the stairs (god, why had they gone for a spiral staircase again) without tumbling head first down it, the state he was in.
Robert seemed too disorientated to argue, squinting at the button of his trousers as he tried to do it up.
“I can’t believe I’m dressing ya,” Aaron teased, covering his worry with a joke as he buttoned Robert’s trousers. “I didn’t think we’d be doing this until you were at least forty.”
“Ha-ha,” Robert attempted to roll his eyes, tugging on a discarded t-shirt of Aaron’s. “You try getting your pants on after you nearly brained yourself in the shower.”
Aaron gave him a sympathetic look, squeezing his hip. “It’s probably just a concussion, if anything,” he said, guiding a still disorientated Robert toward the stairs, practically sighing with relief as his husband held tightly to the bannister, taking the steps one at a time (usually Robert was worse than Liv, thundering down the stairs like a small herd of elephants.)
“I’m going to have a banging headache either way,” Robert sighed, picking up a hoodie of Aaron’s, Aaron having had left it thrown over the back of the couch the previous evening. “And I didn’t even get an orgasm out of it.”
Aaron snorted, leaning in to press a quick kiss to Robert’s lips. “I’ll make it up to ya, old man.”
It had been a concussion. A fairly mild one at that, the nurse barely holding in laughter as Robert explained how he’d slipped in the shower, his cheeks turning a bright pink as he did so.
They’d spend the day on the couch, Robert nursing a banging headache and Aaron more than making up for the orgasm that wasn’t by the end of the day.
Robert had all but gotten over it when he’d gotten to work the next morning, a shower mat on his desk, right red bow attached and Adam doubled over in the corner, laughing his head off. “You told him?” he asked, incredulous.
Aaron couldn’t do much to hold back his laughter now either. “I had to tell him why we weren’t coming in to work!” he defended himself, remembering how Adam had just broken down on the phone when Aaron had told him they were in A&E because Robert had fell in the shower, Adam quickly putting two and two together.
Robert glared at the two of them. “Don’t either of you dare tell Vic.”
A week later, a brochure for shower chairs arrived in their front door, Victoria’s neat hand writing stating she’d picked out a few nice ones for him, and that was the moment Robert decided he hated his entire family.
It feels a bit silly to come to your inbox since we're actually chatting but you're good and you're indulging me in this, so. I'd like to have a comparison between songs harry wrote, like a timeline of his writing characteristics, something that shows how he's grown in term of songwriting, and maybe a little flash forward to his solo album? I know you've already made posts about SG, IICW and WITW, but maybe you could sum them all up and starting from the origins? And including Don't let me go?
Thank you for this ask, Julie!
I looked through the list of songs available to the public for which Harry shares writing credit.
2011: Taken, Everything About You, Same Mistakes
2012: They Don’t Know About Us, Summer Love, Still the One Irresistible, Don’t Let Me Go
2013: Story of My Life, Happily, Right Now, Something Great
2014: Just a Little Bit of Your Heart (for Ariana Grande), I Love You (for Alex and Sierra), Not Our Fault (for Gavin Degraw)
2014: Where Do Broken Hearts Go, Fool’s Gold, Night Changes, Stockholm Syndrome, Change Your Ticket
2015: Perfect, If I Could Fly, Olivia, Walking in the Wind, AM
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