i wonder what time period this was

swedebeast  asked:

After thinking about how there is only about a dozen sci/fi movies ever made in my home country, I started to wonder. In the history of movie-making in the USA, what periods was sci/fi the hottest thing, and when was it disregarded as a genre belonging in the trash? And why do you think it was popular/profitable and unpopular/unprofitable respectively?

In the 1960s, special effects designer/director George Pal, who made When Worlds Collide and War of the Worlds, made a damn bold claim: he said that in the future, the highest grossing movies will be science fiction films. Everyone laughed at him at the time, since scifi was a genre for b-movies, teenagers, drive-ins, and weirdos. But he was right.

It’s worth noting that teenagers and college students were seen as a fringe market worth ignoring until the late 1960s and almost no culture was made for them. In fact, even the idea of a “teenager” (an in-between period between a child and an adult) is a pretty recent invention that only goes back to the late 1940s and 50s. I think that’s the reason scifi went from being unprofitable to profitable: young people were discovered to be a kind of consumer, and that has implications way beyond just scifi films. 

To directly answer your question, the absolute nadir for the entire genre of science fiction on film had to have been in the 1930s and early 1940s. It had that status because of the failure of two huge and expensive scifi movies. The first was the German studio UFA’s Metropolis, which, today, we remember as a brilliant movie and an all time classic, but at the time, lost a tremendous amount of money, to the point it was part of the reason that UFA closed its doors. It was such a bomb that UFA’s collapse meant that Germany wouldn’t successfully be a rival to the Hollywood studios the way they had been in the 1920s (there were also some political events happening at this time in Germany that you might have heard of). 

The other big bomb was 1930′s Just Imagine, a comedy set in the incredible year 1980. The most interesting thing about it is that the props used in the movie were so expensive that they were re-used everywhere for every laboratory, including James Whale’s 1931 movie, Frankenstein. If you ever wondered why every movie used the same five pieces of lab equipment, this is why.

For decades, the only people who even tried scifi were movie serials who did “kid’s stuff” like Flash Gordon and Buck Rogers, not to mention chillers shown for drive-ins. That’s why I think a very important turning point was Forbidden Planet in the 1950s, because that was a big studio making a science fiction movie. And not just any studio…MGM, the guys who made Gone WIth the Wind and movies like that, the most dignified and elder statesmanlike of all the studios. Except Disney, most studios don’t have brand identity anymore, but back then they did, and MGM certainly did, which is why it mattered when they did a scifi film. 

Star Wars was definitely a turning point, and sure, everyone knows that one…but it’s important to put it in the context of the 1970s, when all scifi movies were moody downer pictures starring guys in turtlenecks. A scifi crowd-pleaser was new, and since then scifi’s found it’s footing. Star Wars didn’t change the world all at once, though; I remember when Independence Day came out and was a huge hit, people were shocked that a scifi movie could do numbers like that. 

What’s the best time to be a scifi fan at the movies? Definitely right now. There are all kinds of scifi films coming out now that, if they had come out in the 1980s, would be these generation defining cult films the way Tron was, but now they’re just another scifi film. If it came out in the 1980s, for example, people would still be dressed up as Live, Die, Repeat characters to conventions. 

rihannabackupsinger  asked:

What was it like living in Denmark?

it was strange but full of wonderful times; I have only the best memories of Denmark. We lived on a pig farm with eight Ukrainians in one house and misha and I shared a twin bed for the majority of our first year of marriage there. We swam in the sea, walked around Copenhagen, and I helped deliver baby pigs and nursed the sick ones back to health. it was one of the weirdest periods of my life but it was full of joy and love.

I’m Not Jealous

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Requests: First was literally the most adorable Jeff Atkins Imagine I’ve read. Maybe the first time Jeff gets jealous because other jocks are flirting with you resulting in the first time you make out in front of the student body.

Hi could you do an first when it’s the first time Jeff really got jealous about you pls x x

Requested by: @l-tay and @studyinghelpsheal

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“Alright everyone, take your seats.”

                          You follow Hannah up to the fourth row, sitting on the end next to the stairs. The bleachers squeak under you and you wonder how much longer until these things fall apart for good. “Seriously? Another assembly,” Hannah says suddenly, pulling you from your thoughts. “What do you think it’s about this time?”

You shrug. “Who knows. But hey, no fifth period!”

    “True,” she nods. “I like that. I’m surprised you didn’t sit with your lover boy over there.” she looks straight ahead to where your boyfriend sat with Clay on the other side of the gym. 

You scoff. “I’ll sit with mine if you sit with yours.”

    Your best friend shoots you a glare. You loved teasing her about her crush on Clay and vice versa. Actually, Jeff did too. It was like a hobby for the two of you.

“Shut up,” she mumbles and you laugh. “Great,” she huffs. “Look who’s coming up here.”

                               You follow her gaze. It lands on Zach Dempsey, Justin Foley, and Bryce Walker and they’re heading straight towards you. You wouldn’t mind if it was just Justin and Zach, they were actually good friends of Alex’s. You didn’t like Bryce though, he made you uncomfortable with all of his sexual advances and crude humor.

                “Hey _________,” Zach says once they reach you. You know that he’s a sweet guy, even though he acts tough in front of his jock friends. “How have you been?”

“Oh, hey Zach,” you give him a small smile. “I’ve been good. What about-”

    “Hey,” the voice belongs to Justin Foley. “Don’t hog her, I want to say hi too!” He shoots you his sweet smile. “Hi ________, Hannah.”

You laugh. “Hey Justin.”

Hannah just nods.

   “She doesn’t care about the two of you,” Bryce. “I’m her favorite,” he takes a seat next to you and throws his arm over your shoulder. “Right?”


       Meanwhile, your boyfriend watches you from the other side of the gym. His eyes narrow as he watches the other jocks flirt with you. He fights the urge to to break Bryce’s arm for touching you. 

“Jealous much?” Clay says, leaning over and nodding to where you sat.

“I’m not jealous,” Jeff replies. “I could care less.”

“Right,” Clay calls his bluff. “You look like you care plenty.”

        Jeff looks over at the pale boy. “What about Hannah, hm? Looks like she’s getting pretty cozy with Foley over there.”

Clay’s eyes widen. “That’s what I thought,” Jeff chuckles.

His eyes move back to you. He watches as Zach sits in the spot directly in front of you, leaning back on your legs. That’s it, he thinks springing up from his seat.

“Whoa, wait,” Clay reaches for him. “What the hell are you doing?”

  Jeff ignores him. His eyes stay trained on you as he makes his way across the gym. Clay is right on his heels.

You smile widely when you see him. “Hey!”

       He grabs your hand and pulls you up, causing Zach to fall back a little. You follow your boyfriend down the stairs, confused. You look back at an equally confused Hannah and Clay.

“Babe,” you say once you’re standing in the middle of the room. “What are you doing?”

                       “This,” he breathes, bending down and covering your mouth with his. You don’t have much time to react before his tongue slips between your lips, tasting your own. The kiss isn’t like the one you share this morning, innocent and sweet. No, this kiss was wild, and demanding. The way his tongue moved against yours had you weak in the knees. You groan against his lips, hands clutching his shirt for dear life, because god, this kiss was something else and you felt like if you didn’t hold on you would pass out. His hands cup your face, tilting your head back to deepen the kiss.

“Okay,” comes the teachers voice. “Break it up you two. Now.”     

Jeff bites down on your bottom lip, teeth tugging at it as he pulls away. You’re a panting mess, and so is Jeff. His lips are swollen and you’re sure that yours look the same. 

     Your face heats up when you realize what just happened. You just made out with Jeff in front of what was almost the whole school. You look up at Hannah and Clay, both wide eyed and mouths hanging open. 

“Back to your seats.”

Your boyfriend laces his fingers with yours and walks back to the bleachers. He pulls you onto his lap and meets Bryce’s eyes. A satisfied smirk stretches his face.

“Yep,” he says. “I’m not jealous.”

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Yuuri is in the kitchen when he hears Victor call it out in question. They had just finished up supper and Victor had cooked so Yuuri was in the kitchen washing up the dishes to return the favor. And he’s just standing by the dishwasher, humming idly and wondering if Victor has picked out a movie for them to watch or if tonight is going to be a night where they watch game shows featuring Victor yelling out the answers that can actually be correct on occasion. It had been a long day at the rink and Yuuri even wonders if maybe they’ll have a nice glass of wine before bed.

So, Yuuri is just minding his own business, not thinking twice when Victor calls out his name. He hums back, expecting a question or statement about leftovers but then…

“What’s yaoi?”

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So for the last ten years I’ve always known when my period was going to start (it’s erratic and obeys no calendar known to humanity) based on how badly my teeth ached for at least a week leading up to it. Specifically that one tooth that was causing me so much ice-pick-through-skull levels of pain for the whole of last year. It didn’t matter what time of the month it was, I always knew when my period was going to kick in cause that one fuck off tooth would start pulsing like a mother fucker.

So for the last few days I’ve been wondering what I did to piss my stomach off to make it crabby and wtf was that dull ache…and it was my period starting.

Without my teeth hurting.

My uterus has a stranglehold on my lower body. But my teeth don’t hurt.


Glorious Gems of MP - The Gwalior Fort and Man Singh Palace

Most of what I remembered about the great city of Gwalior came from my 5th or 6th grade history textbook. And my memories were as foggy as the evening of the day I landed in MP.

Excited to be in Gwalior for the first time, I was just in time to catch the Light and Sound show at the Man Singh Palace also known as the Man Mandir Palace. And what a majestic show it was -   under the open sky, the palace lit up in wonderful colours, the history of the city rendered in the baritone of Amitabh Bachchan! It was nothing less than a grand theatre!  

Built in 8th century, the fort stands tall upon the Gopachal hill. The exact period of the fort’s construction is not clear, but historians say that it started in the 8th Century. According to the folklore, one day Suraj Sen who suffered from leprosy, found himself very thirsty atop the hill. Sant Gwalipa offered him sacred water from a pond, which cured him of the disease. Out of gratitude, Suraj Sen fortified the hilltop and named the citadel Gwalior to honour the saint.

Around the 15th century, the fort came under Man Singh Tomar, a king who was known as one of the greatest connoisseur of art and music. He transformed the fort into a grand architectural marvel that even Babur referred it as the “pearl amongst the fortresses of India”. After being captured by the Mughals, the fort was used as a jail. By the end of their reign, they had destroyed almost everything precious. Finally, in 18th Century, it flourished again in the hands of Maharaja Scindia.

Today, the monument is a huge fortress sprawling across an area of 3 square km surrounded by a concrete wall of sandstone. It comprises of six palaces, three temples, and several water tanks. One of its most famous temples is Teli-ka-Mandir built in the Dravidian style with an exquisite sculpted exterior. Another fascinating temple is the Saas-Bahu Temple, with two asymmetrical pillars. The other palaces are Jahangir Mahal, the Karan Palace, the Shah Jahan Mahal and the Gurjari Mahal, built by Man Singh for Mrignayani, his favourite wife. Gurjari Mahal currently is an archeological museum with an impressive collection, some of which dates back to 1st century AD.

Totally engrossed in the stories, I had walked down the lanes of history. I looked around to see the most beautiful view - a modern cityscape of Gwalior. The city was lit up!

Early next morning, I returned to witness the monument and relive all the stories I had heard the night before. We started off our visit with the Man Mandir palace or the Chit Mandir for the rich ceramic mosaics encrusting its facade. It was absolutely breathtaking made out of sandstone with stunning motifs on coloured tiles- everything speaking volumes about craftsmanship beyond time. My guide Puneet ji narrated many more wonderful tales that described the symbolism of the motifs as well as showed me the secret little telephonic tunnel the king used to converse with his queens.

The Diwan-e-aam and Diwan-e-khas music halls made for the queens to see performances while honouring the purdah system, have some exquisite grillwork. Lotus, which signifies Lord Brahma is a motif that keeps re-appearing across numerous places. 

The royal seal can also be seen in the main hall.

Raja Man Singh’s  bedroom has beautiful brackets which once held stunning mirror work like a Sheesh Mahal. Taking cue from this, I began reimagining the grandeur of the place.

I could also see the Gurjari Mahal situated below the palace, which was built as one of the conditions set by Mrignayani to marry Raja Man Singh. The other two conditions were that she should get water from her village river (which was the secret of her strength and beauty) at the new palace, and that she would fight each war alongside the King.

A leap into history, the Man Singh Palace has left me inspired in many many ways.

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Study moods
  • Productive procrastination: having an essay due in a couple of days but reluctantly chooses to do homework instead.
  • Early bird: waking up at 6am and having a nice study session before school starts.
  • Late owl: stays up late to finish that one essay you procrastinated doing earlier.
  • In through one ear and out the other: reading the same paragraph five times and still wondering what it's about.
  • Slow but steady: when I make slow progress but I'm very proud of myself.
  • I don't want to: laying on your bed and continuously thinking that you will start studying in five minutes. Alternatively you stare at your book for a prolonged period of time.
  • The master of the free period: the times that you have a snack and a nice spot in the library and just study.
New Years Kisses

2016, now

John was sitting alone, watching his friends socialize, and drink, and gush about Thomas’s new job in Washington. Alex was talking to Maria and Eliza, probably flirting. Eliza was giggling, and Maria was laughing at Alex and glaring. Alex looked over at John and his smile widened- if that was even possible.

Alex sat down not to John, smiling and holding a red plastic cup. “Hey, Laurens.”

John inched away. “Hi, Alex.”

“Happy new years! I haven’t seen you in forever.”

“It’s been, like, a month.”

“We live in the same city. We used to see each other every day.”

John shrugged. “I don’t know. You’re always hanging out with whoever you’re dating.”

Alex frowned. “What?”

“I’ll think about calling you, and then Laf tells me that you’re on a date. I don’t even know who you’re dating right now.”


John cut him off. “Forget it. I don’t want to know. You’re probably drunk.”

Alex tipped the cup toward John. “It’s lemonade.”

“Then you’ve had some of your date’s drink.”


“Go away, Alex.”

“John, I’m completely sober. I’ll devote my entire attention to you. If you tell me what the hell you’re upset about.”

“Right, of course, you will.”

“I will.”

“Why should I believe you? Why should this year be any different?”

Alex looked confused. “John?”

“Go away, Alex.”

“Okay…” Alex stood up, walking over to Thomas, where he appeared to, from John’s point of view, forget all about John

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to the boy i will marry someday,

thank you for your patience & endless amount of support. thank you for being around as i go through the journey that is self love. no amount of words could ever do you justice. what i feel for you is so much more than that; it’s strong, it’s empowering, it’s real. i don’t think i’ll ever be able to express it the way that i want to, but maybe that’s the magic of it all. i think i find comfort in knowing that i have something that cannot even be put down on paper perfectly accurate. thank you for helping me learn how to help myself. thank you for all the nights you’ve stayed up comforting me when the thoughts running through my mind weren’t so pretty. i cannot even fathom how amazing you are and how lucky i am to have such an incredible life partner. you are the one i want to spend all of my days with - and even that alone excites me, i never thought i would be able to say that about anyone. thank you for your constant reassurance and being one hell of a listener. there’s nothing sweeter than consistency. i can assure you there’s no one else i’d rather share every detail of my life with. all of my favorite things become so much more enthralling once shared with you. i have never felt more safe and at peace in my entire life than i have with you. your words are gentle enough to stick with me. when i lack the motivation to get up some mornings, i think of the way you would encourage me. i think of the way you would kiss my forehead and smile at me and tell me how you’re proud that i’m still here. you would tell me that my feelings are valid & how you’ll be around no matter what. those words alone would be more than enough to make all the pessimism fade away. i’ve never really felt emotionally stable - it’s always been something i’ve had to work on, but that’s definitely improved since you’ve been around. thank you for loving me enough to allow me to embrace my independence yet love you more than anything at the same time. you have impacted my life in more ways than you’ll ever realize and i am endlessly grateful. i have learned so much from you in what seems like such a short period of time and i am so eager to continue. sometimes i struggle with writers block but you’re always right there to inspire me and get me back on my feet. thank you for being you. i am so lucky to love you and have the opportunity to grow with you. there’s not a day that goes by where i don’t recognize all the wonders that you are. i cannot wait for everything that life has in store for us. i love you.

anonymous asked:

About Kaz as Asian, I've always wondered which irl countries inspired the nationalities in the books? Like sure, the Shu are Asian, but which part of Asia??? What about the rest??

*cracks history nerd knuckles* 

Shu Han has the same name as one of the three major states that competed over the complete control of China during the third century. It’s named “Shu” for its geographical location in China, and “Han” for its founders’ direct connection to the Han dynasty, which was just ending at that time. I think it’s safe to say that area during the Three Kingdoms period was what Leigh used as a basis for Kuwei’s homeland. 

Ravka was obviously inspired from Imperial Russia. The book covers of the Grisha Trilogy show the Grand Palace in Os Alta, which bears a striking resemblance to the tower tops of St. Basil’s Cathedral in Moscow. The characters from there even have Russian names - very famous ones, too. The Darkling - Aleksander - is named after countless Czar Alexanders that ruled over Russia, which very much imitates how there were “many Darklings” that kept Ravka “safe” from the Shadow Fold. Our beloved Nikolai Lanstov shares the same name with the last czar of Russia who was subsequently assassinated by the Bolsheviks, the Marxist revolutionary party led by Vladmir Lenin, in a church with his whole family. Hopefully, Nikolai doesn’t go the same way (Leigh Bardugo, please don’t let this be foreshadowing). And how everyone addressed the king and queen as “tsar” and “tsaritsa”? That’s how everyone addressed the imperial Russian monarchs back in Russia’s dynastic days. 

The Kaelish are known for their red hair, their tendency to stay in their own lane, and their tradition to not cause too much drama in history. Judging from those three characteristics, I’d assume that Scotland is the inspiration for their land. But then again, we know very little about them.

Judging from Ketterdam’s worship of trade and business (even their god Ghezen rules over commerce and industry) I speculate Kerch was inspired from the Netherlands, most specifically the Dutch Republic. Not only did this country have one of the most powerful trading companies in the world during the 17th century, but they also gained their power through trade and industry because they had little natural resources to supply themselves. The people here were so focused on commerce that eventually the Dutch merchants grew more powerful than the so-called aristocracy (Council of Merchants, anyone?)

I was a little confused on where Fjerda would be for a moment before realizing the kingdom’s name was literally a play on the word fjord. So it had to be a Scandinavian country - Norway, Sweden, or Finland. However, I discovered that the term was initially used in Norway. My suspicions about Fjerda being Norway were further confirmed when I remembered Matthias mentioning that ash trees are sacred to Djel, and the one in the middle of the White Island was where the druskelle listened to his voice. It can’t be coincidence that Yggdrasil, the mythical tree that connected the nine worlds of Norse mythology, was an ash tree as well, connected to Odin, one of the most complex gods to exist in Norse mythos. 

Novyi Zem was difficult, but then I found that Ms. Bardugo had answered this one for me: the country was mostly inspired by Australia and the American colonies. Which makes a lot of sense, considering how there’s a mass amount of Sudanese Australians, Kenyan Australians, Nigerian Australians, South African Australians, Somali Australians, Ghanaian Australians, and Zimbabwean Australians due to the British Empire’s slavery network. And who can forget how America exploited countless Africans for slavery and indentured workers as well? The Zemeni mostly work on farms of their own and handle guns (see: their entrance in Kuwei’s auction in CK), but that’s pretty much it. I suspect there’s a reason behind the homogeneity of the Zemeni, considering how Leigh Bardugo emphasized the theme of slavery and slave trade in the SOC duology. 

What country are Inej’s people inspired from, you ask? The answer is heartbreakingly easy. The Ravkan government has persecuted the Suli, who have to travel across the country like wandering nomads, never permanently settling anywhere because they are a nationless state, unwelcome at Ravkan doors. Thus, most of them are living the effects of diaspora; Inej acts as a perfect example. The Suli are the equivalent of the Romani in the duology, who have been persecuted, enslaved, and most of all, forced under slave labor throughout history. 

…………i’m kind of scared to ask but What are the big things any of you associate w/ me? what exactly is my brand? what comes to mind when you think of tumblr dot com user milo jaclcfrost besides wondering how someone (me) can b this irritating for an extensive period of time (my entire life) & taking notes on how NOT to approach the situation should you ever get possessed by a demon/some other entity

anonymous asked:

you mentioned that you know a good amount about ancient greece and i would love to hear you elaborate more on that!!! capri is kind of a weird blend of multiple time periods and cultural influences and i was wondering what you thought akielon society/culture/religion/economy/political structure would really look like? feel free to ramble i need my historical accuracy fix for this fandom 😅

Oh wow, you want to hear me rant about this? That is, like, a huge gift because I rant about this constantly and I will take any excuse. :D 

Note: Before I start, this is mostly conjecture and headcanon. This also may not shed any light on what you’re interested in, dear Anon, because it’s mostly a load of waffle. I’m sorry if I didn’t explain any of the details about ancient Greece in enough detail, but this is really fucking long already. Google is your friend on any classical subjects you’re confused about.

Okay, the first thing I’m going to say is that, as a classicist, there are tons of things you can pick out as being different about Akielos. Akielos is a fantasy country, so it’s not identical to Greece or Rome (it’s sort of Reece sometimes?) and there is nothing wrong with it not fitting directly, even if it is inspired by those cultures. It’s made up and so I won’t try to nitpick.

Next thing about Capri’s universe in general is that Vere is probably 15th century France. I think this is really interesting to remember when thinking about relations between Vere and Akielos. When I met Pacat I talked to her about Veretian technology, and she explained that rather than scaling up Akielon/ancient world technology, she scaled down Veretian tech. In 15th century France they had gunpowder and really advanced ships etc. etc. so if Vere was that technologically advanced, and Akielos still had ancient Greek weapons and tech then obviously Vere would wipe the floor with Akielos in war. She toned down the Veretian technology but not the culture.

Note: Vask is, as far as I can see, complete fantasy. I imagine the language as Scandinavian but I think there might some inspiration from mythological Amazons.

Okay I’m trying to go through this more logically now. 

Akielon Society/Politics -

Akielos does have more of an honour culture than ancient Greece. Remember when Damen is uncomfortable with taking a fort through trickery? Yeah, ancient Greeks would have been fine with that, even commended it. I imagine the society as more like Macedonian society and less like Athenian culture (which obviously in the glory days was a democracy rather than a monarchy). The strongest do best, it’s a warrior culture, but there is also an informal relationship with the king. The Macedonians, for example, could call their king by his first name, and they elected their kings. Although Damen is referred to as ‘Exalted’, there is a sense of informality in his relations with the kyroi. He also needs the approval of the kyroi in ruling the country.

I just said I don’t see Akielos as similar at all to Athens, but there is one thing they have in common. I think the relationship between the king in Ios and the kyroi is a bit like the Delian League or the Peloponnesian League. I mean, obviously Athens exacted money and tribute from the city states in the Delian League (and they weren’t very happy about it), but it is clear that the kyroi retain more independent rule than, for example, the nobles in Vere, so one might describe them as more like tributary states and less like part of one country.

Akielos also bears some similarities to Sparta, as it clearly has more of a sport/hunting/land fighting culture than Athens, which was more interested in drama/philosophy/sailing. However, the Akielon slave culture is slightly more similar to Athens again. Spartans had the closest thing in the ancient world to an American slave culture, because the helots were a race of people they had enslaved. Athenians simply had slaves from all over. Akielon slaves don’t seem to be slaves because of their race (this is never ever mentioned), so in that respect it is less like Sparta.

Language Fact: Kyroi is the plural form of the ancient Greek noun κυρος, which means supreme power or authority. This further emphasises my idea that the kyroi have a lot of individual power. κυρος is also where we get the name Kyros (Cyrus) for Kyros the Great, the famous Persian king (the Persian names are very different to the Greek versions that we are familiar with).

Akielon Economy - 

I am guessing the Akielons use something like drachmas. If Akielos is like Greece geographically then they would not have had a lot of forests or woods and would need to trade something (such as silver, which Athens had a lot of) for wood. This may be why Akielos does not seem to have a great navy (as Athens is famous for - I repeat what I said about how Akielos is more like Macedon/Sparta than Athens). If Akielos’ main source of wood is Vere (Patras would be similar geographically and Vask would not provide easy trade, as it has no borders with Akielos) then they would not be able to build ships during wartime.

.Akielon Religion - 

This was another thing I asked Pacat about when I met her. She said she had originally wanted to create a universe where religion was very much in the background, barely there at all, so that it could reflect her own beliefs. However, she did mention in gods in the poem (probably inspired by Homer) in Kings Rising. I think religion is probably the area where the Capri universe differs most from its inspiration. If Akielos were Greece, Damen would constantly be praying to the gods he particularly worshipped, or making sacrifices before setting out for battle. There would also be a religious conflict between Vere, which if it is 15th century France would be monotheistic, and Akielos, which would be polytheistic. Since none of these are mentioned or explored in the books, we must assume that religion has faded in both countries. The gods mentioned in the poem might be specific to the island of Isthima which the poet came from or may be relics of a previous age. 

A helpful resource for those interested in the world of Captive Prince is this interactive map. There is a lot of information here on Akielon and Veretian culture that you don’t get explicitly in the books.  

Shameless self promotion: I also explore how Akielons might see Veretians the way that the Greeks saw Persians in my fanfic, Quiet Breaths.


Okay so this might sound like a weird one so feel free to disregard XD! But i was wondering if you could maybe to a one shot/imagine with Raphael Santiago (bae) from Shadowhunters but a one shot/imagine where like he finds out your own your period? IDK IDK IM SORRY TO WASTE YOUR TIME! 


You had been dating Raphael for a few weeks, and by now the two of you were happily content in each others company, spending nearly every available moment the two of you had free together. Sometimes it would be late night strolls through the park, cooking, talking, reading and even sometimes just sitting in silence, your head on his lap as he stroked your hair calmly.

So it wasn’t uncommon for you to be making your way over to Hotel Demort on a particularly dreary day. Entering the building through the back you headed to the top, to Raphael but he wasn’t there. You walked around for a bit, checking the few rooms you knew he’d be in  before finally flopping down on the couch, coming to the realization thathe was probably handling vampire buisness or out with Magnus.

After waiting for around half an hour you had made yourself comfortable, tv on for white noise, chips and homeade quac the two of you made together yesterday in hand and a book on your lap you were mindlessly teasing through when your stomach began to knot in pain. Your eyebrows furrowed together as you set eveything aside, your stomach had been bothering you this entire day and you couldn’t guess why but with everyting off your lap you decided it best to head to the bathrom just in case and low and behold all you could see was red.

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Archie Andrews x Reader


Was this requested? No. Am I still going to write it? Yes, yes, I am.

“you moved away when we were in elementary school and moved back when we’re in high school and dear lord have the years been kind to you.”


Part One.

Ah, the horrible sound of your 5:30 AM alarm for a new school year. What could be worse right?

I hit the snooze button a total of four times before I pulled my sorry arse out of bed and did something with myself to make it look like I had put at least an ounce of effort into my physical appearance for the first day. I chucked on some high waisted skinny jeans, a striped crop top and an oversized black jacket and paired this with my black and white converse. I did my hair how I did it most days, and slapped on the minimal amount of make-up I could manage to do at such an ungodly hour.

I walked downstairs to be met with my overly-excited mother.

“Oh, Darling! A new school year, how exciting!” she practically yelled.

“Yes mum, another year of pure hell and torture” I grumbled.

“Oh, come on, lighten up! You’ll get to see all your friends! Now eat up, we have to leave soon.” She instructed. I sat down at the table and ate the pancakes she cooked for me. My mother must be a godsend at times like these.

I finished what was left on my plate and grabbed everything I needed for the first day, and then I was out the door and on my way to prison. Or school, as some like to call it.


I got out of my mum’s car and walked myself to an available bench near the front doors of the school. I sat peacefully for a few moments before I was met with my best friend, Betty Cooper. She was basically the definition of perfect! She got good grades, is the nicest person I’ve ever met, and not mention she’s gorgeous. Basically, everything I’m not.

“Hey, (Y/N)! How have you been? I haven’t seen you all summer!” she yelled.

“I’ve been good! How are you?”


We walked through the doors and headed to homeroom. I was greeted with my homeroom teacher, Ms Grundy. Our homeroom teachers were someone who also taught us for another subject, meaning Grundy would be my music teacher for the year. Great. Something about her just seemed off, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.

“Morning class, how was your summer?” she asked. I barely had time to even process her question when my head snapped towards the door of the classroom.

“Sorry I’m late! I missed the bus,” a tall, redheaded boy sheepishly spoke. I thought for a moment,

‘I know this kid from somewhere…’ I muttered to myself. And then it hit me, Archie Andrews! From back in elementary!

‘that’s weird… he moved. I wonder what brings him back here?’ I pondered.

My thoughts were interrupted by the loud ringing of the bell, signalling that we had to move to first period. I had music first. I heaved myself out of the chair and made my way through the busy halls. I wonder when I’ll be seeing Archie again?

Changed Education (Alexander Hamilton x Reader)

Requested By: Anonymous

Summary: You are a strong, independent, and outspoken woman who fights for what she believes in. Your passion just so happens to be changing the education system. Watch as you meet Alexander and try to achieve your goal.

Warnings: None

Time Period: Hamiltime

Words: 2000

A/N: Yes, I am alive. I know this took way longer than it should have, but I needed to take the time to get it so I liked it. To apologize, staring today, I will post a new story every day for the next 5-7 days.To the requester I hope this is what you were looking for. I enjoyed writing this so much, it was an interesting topic I wouldn’t have explored without this request. I hope you and enjoy and have a wonderful day!

It was extremely difficult for a woman to advance far in education, especially during the 1700′s. Most narrow-minded men believed a woman should only need to know how to write her name and read her religious book. Other than that, men only expected a woman to know how to cook, clean, and take of children.

Luckily, you had grown up in a household with your mother who was a strong, independent woman, and you father who supported women in their fight for education equality. They both disagreed with society’s expectations of a women and began educating you from a young age.

Unlike many girls of your time, you had the opportunity to study literature, writing, arithmetic, science, and even a bit of politics. This combined with your upbringing, turned you into a woman who was unafraid to stand up against egotistical men who believed women were beneath them. Many a times, you had almost gone head to head with somebody over a comment on your knowledge.

However, while you were extremely proud of your intelligence, it made it hard to hold friendships and even harder to find a man who wanted to court you. Most times when you would start a relationship, you were told by the men to stop reading because it wasn’t right for a woman. If they ever did say this, you would slap them, remind them that woman were just as, if not more, capable as men, and would leave.

For this reason, you tried to avoid balls and other social situations as much as possible. They were often an uncomfortable event where you found yourself off to the side, alone, while you watched your best friend Angelica Schuyler dance the night away.

Angelica was similar to you, really. She was intelligent, witty, outspoken, and very stubborn. So stubborn that she was able to convince you to join her at the Winter’s Ball that was being hosted at the end of the week. Although you tried to get out of it, she begged and pleaded with you until you couldn’t say no.

The night of, she let you borrow one of her dresses and helped you to curl your hair to perfection. As you stood in front of the mirror, gazing at your reflection, you had to admit that you looked beautiful. With all the work you did, it was uncommon for you to dress up, so it was a nice change.

Walking side by side, Angelica made you promise her something.

“Promise me you will find at least one man to dance with tonight.” she pleaded.

“Angelica, you know it’s unlikely I will find anyone to dance with tonight.” you sighed, fiddling with your dress.

Eventually, you ended up promising her that you would dance at least once tonight. Not long after you both entered the ball, Angelica was swept away by a solider who had been tripping over himself just to impress her.

You smiled from the side as you watched Angelica go from one man to the next, dancing the night away. The familiar feeling of awkwardness feel over you as you stood alone. Looking around the room, you sighed once you realized nearly every man was dancing with a woman already.

In all honest, you were about to leave when someone began to head your way. As the mysterious man drew closer, you groaned internally when you recognized him as Charles Lee. While you had never met the man, you had heard from multiple people that he was highly annoying.

Now standing directly in front of you, Lee gave a small bow, and you curtsied back only because it was polite. He held out an arm for you and had to restrain yourself from rolling your eyes.

“Would you allow me the honor of accompanying you for a dance?” he asked you.

Silently, you nodded and let him lead you to the dance floor. He rested his one arm on your waist and took hold of the other hand, while your free hand rested on his shoulder. Then the dance began and you prayed for it to be over. Eventually, he tried to make small conversation.

“Tell me something about yourself, Miss. (y/ln).” he commanded gently with a smile.

You thought for a moment before you spoke. “Well, right now I am trying to raise enough money to become a certified teacher and then open up a school for girls, I-” you stated explaining passionately before you were interrupted.

“Ha!” Lee laughed after you. “I would quit your dreams now. Women have no reason to get an education, and it makes even less sense for them to be teaching.” he jeered.

Instantly, you stopped dancing and stared incredulously at the man in front of you. “How dare you?” you accused. “Do you not realize that education is wasted on egotistical men who are too blind and stuck up to appreciate what they have. Woman are just as capable, even more, as men and we do deserve to get out education.” you shouted.

“Do not attempt to contact me the rest of the night.” you warned and slapped Lee before storming away back to the corner you stood in originally.

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Actual Grandpa Martin Stein

- makes sure everyone is eating enough on board.

- goes on long rambly rants about science and old timey things but he’s so adorable no one feels right telling him to shut up

- “Jefferson where is your coat” “Gray we’re in Nebraska in July” “I don’t care its nippy out!”

- Jax wears the coat

- doesn’t put up with Snart or Mick’s shit

- “If you two don’t stop stealing priceless historical artifacts I swear to Einstein I will time jump you right into a jail cell.” They believe him

- simultaneously cares about their well being

- “Mr. Snart that is not a lot of food are you sure you don’t want anything else? Also, where is the jacket you constantly insist on wearing? Aren’t you cold??”

- “Mick, put the matches- MR. RORY. YOU WILL BURN YOURSELF!” *flying tackle*

- doesn’t put up with people insulting his crew, especially when they find themselves in less than hospitable places for Kendra and Jax

- “What did you say about this young lady? Does it LOOK like she’s interested in the likes of you?”

- “I can handle myself, Martin.” “I’m aware of that Sara but to be frank he was pissing me off.”

- no one really knows what to do when he swears

- once he lost his glasses in 1705 and they spent two days looking for them before they remembered Gideon could just duplicate a pair

- makes nerdy science jokes alongside Ray at bad times

- “You could say this is…atomically bad.” “Wonderful, Raymond!” “That doesn’t even make sense!” “Nonsense, Jefferson, it makes perfect sense!”

- picks up cute knick knacks in various time periods for Clarissa. Everyone starts to keep their eyes out for ones she might like. Rip is irritated by the growing amount of ceramic cargo he’s carrying.

- knows that Jax never really got a dad. Tries his damndest to be a father figure to him.

- “Jefferson, I believe there’s a drag race in town and the Captain doesn’t need us for this particular mission. Would you like to go?”

- “Uh…Gray….it’s not the car kind of drag race.”

- “….oh. I apologize. The ad was misleading.”

- “It’s cool, Gray. It’s cool.”

- it doesn’t always work out like he plans, but Jax loves that he never stops trying.



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Your laugh sounds like love

Pairing: Peggy Schuyler x Reader

Request: What about a whoever you want (preferably Alexander or Peggy) x reader with the ‘Wait, did you just flirt with me?’ 'Have been for the past year but thanks for noticing’ thing? it would be so fluffy and sweet

Word count: 928 (This is the shorter one I’ve written so far!)

Time period: Modern

Warnings: None. This is pure fluff! 

Note: The 'Wait, did you just flirt with me?' is not graphically there but is still pretty evident and in the end, the result is the same. 

To be honest, I don’t know what the heck I was trying to do with the narrative here so it may be different from my usual style (and kinda weird). But I really had a good time writing this. And I hope you like it too!  ♡


Peggy was sprawled all across your bed, flipping through one of your old magazines, wondering why in the world you would keep an exemplary of 2010. Distantly, she could hear you complaining about how you had nothing to wear, and she couldn’t help but roll her eyes at your oh so big problem.

“You should consider showing up naked” she teased with a smirk, eyes still glued to the article of a new British-Irish boy band formed in The X Factor that seemed to be promising.

“Ha, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” you retorted, throwing away the red blouse you thought looked nice just a second ago.

“Actually I would” she agreed, and you stuck your tongue out at her, making her laugh “We could totally forget about this and spend the night together” she proposed excitedly, leaving the magazine aside and sitting on her knees “You know, watch Netflix and order some Chinese takeout”  

You snorted “Yeah, I can tell the guys will be happy to be canceled at the last minute”

With a champagne dress in your left hand and a black one in the other, you made your way to the bed, sitting next to her. Choosing what to wear could be really exhausting.

“Oww, come on! They won’t even notice our absence!” Peggy whined, getting closer to you and resting her chin on your shoulder “They’ll be too drunk to care anyway” she alleged, and you could see her pouting from the corner of your eye.

“Well, there you have a point” you conceded with a side smile, leaning your head against hers “And to be honest I’m tired of making a mess of my closet”

“So is that a yes?” she asked not bothering to hide her Cheshire cat smile “Please, (Y/N), tell me is a yes! Tell me you’ll stay here with me on your stupidly adorable rabbit pajama eating take out and watching Ratatouille!” she exclaimed wrapping her arms around your waist and squeezing you “Come on, say yes! Please, please, pleaseee”

You couldn’t hold back the loud and bubbly laugh you let out, just the kind of laugh that always made something flutter in Peggy’s stomach. And you both knew it was definitely a yes.

Minutes later the two of you were already chilling on your couch, covered with blankets, sitting close enough so that whenever any of you moved even slightly some part of you touched. It felt right and you liked, so you moved even closer to her searching for warmth.

You didn’t notice but Peggy turned to you, watching you as a big smile appeared on your face when Remy and Linguini were cooking for the first time. And her heart skipped a beat because of course only you would smile like a child to something so simple. The fact that she had a ridiculously huge crush on you didn’t help either.

“Hey, you doofus the movie is not on my face” you teased when you finally noticed her staring, giggling a little.

She took a second to recover and then giggled too “I couldn’t help it, you were making that funny and cute face of yours”

You raised an eyebrow, the corner of your mouth quirked up “Well I think you look funny and cute like this” you said lifting both your hands to her cheeks, pinching them playfully and moving them up and down.

“That’s not fair!” she squeaked “You’re deforming my face!” she accused you with fake anger that was immediately replaced by her laugh. And you laughed too, teasing her some more before finally releasing her abused cheeks.

At this point the movie was just noise in the background, both of you were totally focused on each other’s face letting the laugh die slowly. It was funny to realize Peggy could look beautiful even when her face was flushed and her hair was a disaster falling wildly literally everywhere, and it was funnier with Gusteau’s voice saying something about soup or whatever. You only knew you wanted to make her laugh more and more.

But before you could say or do anything else, she then leaned closer and kissed you with the same tenderness with which a butterfly would pose on a flower. It was warm and soft, almost familiar; just like returning home after a long time.

You felt her hands trembling slightly when she clutched at the fabric of your pajama, so you cupped her face softly, kissing her back slowly and lovingly; feeling your breaths mixing and her lips brushing almost shyly against yours.

The moment was suddenly broken when Peggy pulled away with panic in her eyes, realizing that you were, in fact, her best friend, and apparently her stupid crush was not so under control like she thought it was.

You stared at her utterly confused and it felt just like if a piano had fallen on her in that exact second because that look just could mean that you regretted kissing her back, and she had ruined everything and you would never want to see her again and…

But then you smiled at her, with that sweet smile that could make everything better, and throw yourself in her arms, whispering “you like me” in her neck just like it was the word’s bigger revelation “Peggs, you like me” you said again leaving small pecks on her neck, and the happiness in your voice was so overwhelming she almost cried.

“I’ve been flirting with you for the past year but thanks for noticing” She chuckled, holding you closer.

Best Friends and Boyfriends(John Laurens x Reader/Platonic!Hamilsquad x Reader)

Originally posted by miranda-groff-diggs

Requested by: This was actually made up of two separate requests, that were fairly similar so I decided to combine them. The first one was by Anonymous who wanted either a Hamilsquad or John Laurens x Reader, so I did both. The other was a Hamilsquad x Reader, but unfortunately I lost the username of the requester. I am so sorry, but I hope that you see it.

Summary: When your dreams of becoming a journalist are almost in your reach, you push yourself to the limit; you even go as far as to neglecting your boyfriend and best friends. How can you overcome the pressure?

Warnings: There is some mention to being overstressed and anxious, but it’s not terrible.

Time Period: Modern

Words: 3000 (I may have gotten carried away, but that’s alright.)

A/N: Hello everyone! I have finally finished this and I’m ready to post. I really enjoyed writing this one, because it made me think outside of Alexander x Reader pairing. Let me know what you thought, it’s always appreciated. I hope you enjoy and have a wonderful day!

Becoming a hard-hitting journalist had been your dream for as long as you could remember. You were always writing everything down, and when you reached high school, you worked your ass off to get into a great college.

Once you were accepted into college, you worked even harder to make sure you got top grades. Fortunately, all of your work paid off, since you ended up graduating near the top of your class. On top of that, you were offered an internship at a large news corporation as soon as you had graduated. Your dreams of becoming a journalist were closer than they had ever been.

Throughout every up and down you had your best friends: Alexander, Hercules, Lafayette, Angelica, Eliza, and Peggy. Not to mention your wonderful boyfriend, John Laurens. Anytime you were doubting yourself, thought you weren’t good enough, or just need support, they were there for you.

Lately, you had been distancing yourself from your friends and boyfriend, but it was not intentional. It was only because the boss you worked for at your internship had finally learned you weren’t an assistant only good for making copies or fetching coffee. She had started to hand you small, insignificant writing assignments, but you were honored nonetheless.

“(y/n)?” John asked, knocking lightly on your closed office door.

For a few moments you didn’t respond, but he finally heard a faint, “Come in.”

Once John stepped in, he looked around at the mess that was your office. Papers were littered everywhere, the bed was unmade, and bottles of water and cups of coffee were scattered throughout the room. His eyes finally landed on you figure, sitting down, hair in a messy bun, and bags beginning to form underneath your eyes.

“Angelica just texted me and asked if we wanted to head over to her apartment and hang out for a bit with the rest of squad. (does that sound stupid?) Do you want to go?” John asked you.

“Ummm…” you started as you looked into his eyes. Then, all of the sudden, you turned back to your laptop and furiously began typing again as inspiration struck. “I really can’t.” you admitted, hurriedly, so you would not lose your idea.

“I understand that your work is important, (y/n), but you need to take a break. You have been overworking yourself for the past month and in that entire time frame you haven’t seen any of your friends.” John explained, although he still couldn’t get you attention.

“(y/n)!” he finally said, forcefully, though not in a dominating way.

You spun around in your chair and faced him. It had been a few days since you held an actually conversation with John, and you felt terrible. You could see how it was affecting him. After having an internal battle, you half-willing closed your laptop and gave him a small smile.

“I’d love to go.” you told him, lying through your teeth. It was true you wanted to see your friends, but not at that moment. You had deadlines to meet, you had to send have a copy of the aricle you were wrting on your boss’s desk by nine AM the next morning.

John looked at you relived, and told you to get cleaned up. After washing and styling your hair, applying some makeup, and putting on fresh clothes, you walked hand in hand the short journey to Angelica’s house.

As soon as you arrived, you noticed you and John were the last to make it. Not even bothering to knock (that’s how close you all were), you walked inside and grinned at everyone’s shocked, but excited, expressions. It had been so long since you had seen them, and it was a relief.

“(y/n)!” you heard Peggy shout, and stumbled a few steps back as she ran towards you and hugged you.

“So you’re still alive after all this time.” Alexander joked, making the others laugh.

“Like your one to talk Hamilton. How many times has Eliza had to remind you to take a shower?” you shot back at him,

Your comment was met by a chorus of “ohhhs.” Sitting down, you realized how much you had missed spending time with your friends. For about an hour and a half you were able to forget about your stressful job

The night had turned into a pizza and movie night, so everyone was starting intently at the TV screen. About halfway through the movie, you felt your phone vibrate. Against your better judgement, you picked it up and saw an email from your boss.

Quickly opening the email, you tried to answer back as quietly as possible, but out of the corner of your eyes, you saw John looking at you worriedly. Within a minute, the email had been sent and you dropped your phone on the floor, seeing John’s satisfied gaze.

It wasn’t until the second movie had started that you felt the virbration of your phone again. Glancing down at the screen, your eyes widened as you saw that your boss was calling you. Excusing yourself, you went into the kitchen and tried to calm down the women you worked for.

Now, everybody’s attention was on you, and when you didn’t come out of the kitchen, they turned to your boyfriend for answers.

“I’m sure it’s just a small issue at work that (y/n) will be able to solve very quickly.” he offered, but nobody looked convinced.

Ten minutes later you walked back to the group, looking upset. You began to gather your things and ingnored the looks of shock and hurt you were met with.

“I’m really sorry, but I have to go home. My boss didn’t like somebody’s article so now I have to go home and rewrite it for tomorrow morning, ontop of my other article.” you apologized. “Thanks for inviting me over Angelica. I’ll see you guys soon.” you promised and headed back to your apartment.

“Did she really just leave?” Lafayette asked, shocked.

“I think she did.” Eliza grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest

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50 Probing, Personal Questions
  1. You can only listen to three albums for the rest of your life. What are they?
  2. What three words would you use to describe yourself?
  3. What three words would your best friend use to describe you?
  4. Elevator-pitch me your life story.
  5. Are you more left-brained, more right-brained, or pretty evenly balanced?
  6. What did you learn from your last relationship?
  7. What fictional character most resonates with you, and why?
  8. When you have a problem, or issue, who is the first person you talk to?
  9. Describe your ideal day.
  10. What is your favorite band or musical artist? Tell me how you discovered them.
  11. Do you forgive people easily, or do you hold grudges?
  12. Is there a song you used to love that you can’t listen to anymore? What is it, and why?
  13. What is typically on your mind as you drift off to sleep?
  14. What gave you the biggest adrenaline rush?
  15. What is one thing people typically misunderstand or don’t get about you?
  16. Why did you choose your work, career, or profession?
  17. What book influenced you the most as a child? As an adult?
  18. What was your favorite book, movie, or story when you were 10 years old? Have you read/seen it recently? If so, how did it make you feel?
  19. Do you prefer to lead, to follow, or to get out of the way?
  20. If you had the ability to time travel, would you go to the past or to the future? Why?
  21. You have the opportunity to send a message that will simultaneously be transmitted to and understood by every human being on the planet. What does your message say?
  22. God exists. You have the opportunity to ask one question, for which you will receive a direct and honest answer. What question do you ask?
  23. How do you feel about public displays of affection? Are you a physically affectionate person?
  24. Name one trait (could be physical or mental) that, upon discovery, would make you fall in love with someone a little.
  25. Tell me about a friend you have who you find yourself sometimes wishing was not your friend, or that you’d never met them (you don’t have to name names).
  26. Which is easier: being the object of unrequited love, or having unrequited love for someone else?
  27. Describe your favorite method of flirting.
  28. Tell me three things you like about me, and why.
  29. How do you know when you are in love with someone? If you’ve ever fallen out of love with someone, how did you know your feelings had changed?
  30. When was the last time you cried in front of another person? Who were they, and why were you crying?
  31. What is something that you feel is too serious, or too important, to joke about?
  32. You will be granted limitless wealth, but first you must spend a year having horrifying nightmares every time you sleep. Do you take the deal? Why or why not?
  33. When you’re sick, do you want someone to baby you, or do you want everyone to leave you alone?
  34. A wealthy stranger offers you $100,000 to found your own non-profit organization. What will your organization do?
  35. Tell me your favorite memory of childhood.
  36. After you die, how do you hope that people remember you? What do you hope that people will say about you?
  37. Do you save old greeting cards, or throw them away? If you do throw them away, do you get a pang when you do?
  38. Tell me about something you’ve gotten rid of and later regretted and wished you’d kept.
  39. If you consider yourself high maintenance, tell me about something that you’re really low-maintenance about. If you consider yourself low maintenance, tell me about something that you’re really high-maintenance about.
  40. What are the best ways for someone to show you they love you, or care about you (not necessarily romantically)? That is, what makes you feel loved?
  41. I’m passing through your town, and we decide to meet up. You have six hours to show me around. What are we gonna do?
  42. If you were free to go anywhere and do anything for one week (and money was no object), where would you go and what would you do? Now you learn that you will never be able to go to that place and do that again for the rest of your life. Does that change your answer?
  43. What is your favorite nickname or term of endearment, and who calls (or called) you that? Is there something you wish someone would call you but no one ever has?
  44. Where is home for you? Is it the place you currently live, the place you grew up, or is it a person or group of people? Have you ever felt like you were home in a place you’d never been?
  45. Do you have any tattoos? If so, did you get them simply because you liked the way they looked, because they had personal meaning for you, or for some other reason? Tell me the story. If you don’t have any tattoos, do you want one/some some day? What and why?
  46. You are approached by a powerful magical person who offers to turn you into any animal of your choosing for 24 hours. What animal do you want to be and why?
  47. Tell me about someone you wish was sitting beside you right now (okay not to name names). What would their presence mean to you?
  48. Are you fairly laid-back or quick to anger? When you do get angry, how do you handle it?
  49. Is there a moment or period of time in your life that stands out as your happiest? What made it so wonderful?
  50. What is a question you are secretly hoping you’ll be asked? (It doesn’t have to be on this list.) Answer it.