I had someone ask a Fair Isle question, and I wanted to share this bit of magic. When I’m doing two-color Fair Isle, I always hold one color in each hand. Using this video’s method of trapping the floats means that you don’t wind up with giant spaghetti strands on the back of your knitting.
And remember: knit Fair Isle loosely. Those floats need to be nice and un-tensioned across the back of your piece or else the whole thing will pucker in.
ISL_Jupiter for the title, Komika Text Kaps for most of the dialogue, and sometimes Faraco Hand.
Also http://www.dafont.com/ is a great font resource. The fonts are sorted into categories so it’s easy to find the style of font you want, and the ‘preview’ box is amazing for customizing what you see, and under ‘more options’ you can filter fonts to show only the ones that are free for commercial use, which I’ve found really helpful :)
Jaina and why she isn’t crazy and actually the sanest fucking person on Azeroth
So, once again, there is discussion on Jaina and her stance. A lot of people are upset about her reaction to the Horde retreating on the Broken shore.
But here’s the thing. Jaina has every single reason to distrust the Horde. Every. Single. Reason
Let us not forget, Jaina grew up in a world ruined by the actions of Orcs. It wasn’t humans that came through the Dark portal to murder and ravage across Azeroth in the name of demons, it was orcs. Orcs have, either by direct action or the result of their actions, been responsible for every single threat to Azeroth since they opened the portal. If they had not opened the Black Portal, the Legion would not have had a path to Azeroth, this was the entire reason they had for having Gul’dan build the Portal. It was an Orc that awakened Deathwing (warcraft 2). Orcs are responsible for the unrest of the gnolls and kobolds through their invasion. Orcs are responsible for the Scourge. It was an Orcish clan that spawned the old god cult Twilight’s Hammer. Orcs, by coming to Azeroth, have caused more damage to the world than good. Objectively.
Jaina grew up in a world affected by orcs and, somehow, did not hate them. Instead Jaina treated these actual monsters (at this point they had raped, murdered, and pillaged their way across half the Human Kingdoms twice and were poised to do it again) with kindness. She fought to make peace with the orcs. She sacrificed so much for this vision, even her father, because she believed it was an endeavor worth fighting for. She created Theramore with the dream that it could be an example to the other human nations that humans and orcs can co-exist in harmony.
Even after the Wrathgate Jaina fought for this dream. In a time when an apparent Horde betrayal (remember, at this moment the Alliance still believed and had every reason to believe that it was a Horde action) she tried to convince Varian to take a more diplomatic approach, and even acted on her own to prevent conflict. Later, she showed great pride in Varian when he did follow her constant insistence.
We reach Cataclysm. The Horde continue their aggressive advance on Alliance lands, but Jaina didn’t stop pushing for peace.
And then the Horde, who have continued committing horrific atrocities (including bombing a school full of children) bomb Theramore.
Not just bomb it. They drop the magical equivalent of a nuke. Only instead of just being a massive explosion that irradiates the land and makes it uninhabitable, it totally wipes out everything from all existence in the blast radius. Jaina loses friends and loved ones. Innocents die despite the evacuation effort. Jaina escapes at the sacrifice of one of her peers, one of her friends, a powerful mage who she had grown up with.
After this, and rightfully so, Jaina is filled with rage which is stated to be enhanced by the residual magical radiation. She wants vengeance. She wants justice. And she is entirely entitled to it.
Look at the events here. The bombing of Theramore, a city uninvolved in the Alliance-Horde conflict, committed by the very people Jaina wanted peace with. Jaina wants to strike back at Orgrimarr, but her revenge, while brutal and with the definite end result being mass death, is against a decidedly military target (Orgrimarr is very much a city built with warfare in mind first), and would be far less devastating than what was done to Theramore as the land would still be inhabitable and also it wouldn’t actually wipe people from reality.
And even then, after being talked to, she changes her mind. She doesn’t act on her desire for justice, and allows the Horde to continue.
And what reward does she get for this? Betrayal once more as the Blood Elves, acting on the behalf of the Horde military, attack Dalaran, the city now under Jaina’s leadership after the last leader was killed by the bomb that destroyed Theramore. They steal a powerful magical artifact from the city so it can be used as a superweapon against the Alliance.
Her reaction is rather restrained. She banishes the Blood Elves from Dalaran. Dalaran, a human nation, built by humans and inhabited mainly by humans for over two thousand years. For a couple years, Blood Elves worked their to fight the Scourge, but then Dalaran was basically no longer in the picture until the Blood Elves betrayed it. And so, Jaina ejects them. First she orders them to leave. Then, those that refused, are either removed or arrested by force.
Look at this from Jaina’s point of view. After Blood Elves help build the super weapon that destroyed her home, they betray her other home to steal a super weapon to use against humanity in service of the Horde. She doesn’t know if she can trust any of them, as the traitors hid among those living in Dalaran peacefully. So she does the only sensible thing she can at the time and commands all Blood Elves to leave the Human city. Those that resist, she can only assume, mean to cause more harm to humanity. She does everything in her power to stop this, and yet still takes a very restrained approach to doing so.
On the Isle of Thunder she races against the Horde to keep yet another superweapon out of their hands. She doesn’t want it to use against the horde, she wants it to use against the Sha, the Mogu, and the giant troll army threatening them all. She has no reason to trust it in the Hands of the horde as they have used one superweapon against her and her people, and betrayed her and her people to steal another with the intent of using it against the Alliance (her people).
And yet, in the end, she reluctantly (again) agrees to a temporary peace with the Horde and is willing to work with them to depose Garrosh, who ordered (but does not hold the sole blame for) the atrocities. She even allows the Kirin Tor to work with the Horde in WoD to battle the Iron Horde because they are the bigger threat. Even though, once again, the Horde are fighting against the Alliance to steal a superweapon because they want it to use it on the Alliance, because they think the Alliance want to use it against them despite the Alliance only wanting to use it against the bigger threat, as shown through NPC dialog on Ashran.
And now we reach Legion, where Jaina, after going through all of the above, fights alongside the Horde once more because the Burning Legion is here and we need to work together to fight them. And what happens? The Horde retreats when staying and fighting would secure a major victory against the Enemy of All Life Everywhere and possibly even mean repelling them for the time being. This leads to much death, including one of her childhood friends, King Varian.
And Jaina is upset, rightfully so. She wants justice. Instead, she is brushed off and told to leave. Despite warning everyone not to trust a people that have, at every single turn, betrayed them, her advice is ignored and worse, she is scolded for giving it.
Jaina doesn’t trust the Horde, and somehow that makes her a crazy dreadlord?
I think it makes the most rational person on Azeroth.
Dad!AU--Sid wears white when he marries Geno (Geno had relieved Sid of his virginity some time ago). Does Mario walk Sid down the isle or do Sid and Geno walk together? Geno dips Sid for THE KISS.
Mario was about to fight Troy to walk Sidney down until Sidney is like wtf?? no one is walking me down geno and i are walking together. And yes!!! dipping kiss!!!! it’s romantic and everyone is charmed!!! sid is so in love!!
It all goes well until Ovi starts his speech with: “Sid, look so lovely today. Would be jealous if I didn’t have Nicky already! Although maybe not right color for clothes? We all know Zhenya has no patience. Haha.”
Mario’s eye twitches. Troy accidentally breaks the stem of the champagne flute.
why not tell us your sinful HC then we can build off them?
because im really fucking lazy
okayyy WELL i ship a lot of people so I’m just going to separate them into sections
Their relationship started as a fling during a late night in the office that snowballed into feelings and passing touches. Their first night together was so aggressive and it was just to get out pent up frustration of some political strife that’s going on at least that’s what they told themselves. After that night Alex avoids Thomas at all cost, and whenever Alex and Thomas lock eyes they both blush and mumble some half ass excuse to leave. They never talk about it until four months later at an office party. Well talk is one way of phrasing it, more like Alex had five too many to drink and he pulls Thomas aside almost in tears because damn it it’s not fair he’s in love with him and he doesn’t love him back. Alex walks out of the party before Thomas can string together a response. Alex has to step into an alley after a minute of walking because he’s full blown sobbing now and he doesn’t want to be seen. “What’s not fair, is that you never gave me a chance to reply.” and Alex looks up to see Thomas standing there slightly out of breathe from running. Alex tells him to leave him alone, he’s rather not be made fun of. Thomas grabs his arm and pulls him into an embrace, and looks down at the smaller man. “Wouldn’t you like to know my answer?” and capture Alex’s lips in a delicate kiss. Wow and now the office is like sickeningly sweet,like they still fight a ton in like cabinet meetings but after its like constant cooing and loving gazes and everyone’s like ew please stop. The next time they have sex it’s still really passionate but they focus on each other’s needs, making sure the other is comfortable to keep going, making sure the other feels good. Alex likes to bite Thomas, and Thomas has this weird infatuation with Alex’s hair. Each day the couple walks in sporting new love marks and everyone internally groans because they could try and pretend they don’t fuck every night. Also both of them are really into voyeurism and- honestly I’m going to make a separate post for these nerds
So the first time Laurens calls Alex ‘baby girl’ they are at the grocery store. They are standing in the cereal isle, “Do you want cocoa puffs, baby girl?” and Laurens doesn’t even realize what he has said until Alex replies with a strangled guttural noise. Laurens and Alex stare at each other for a very long time until Alex drags Laurens out of the store, leaving the groceries behind. I’m not saying the fuck in the back of Alex’s van, but they fuck in the back of Alex’s van.
So when Alex and Aaron start dating they don’t really go past making out. Alex wants to go father but Burr never seems to want to, and Alex doesn’t want to pressure him so he says nothing. One day Alex jokes about how vanilla Burr must be and something flashes in Burr’s eyes. “Quite the opposite, love.” and Alex is sputtering because, no way, no way Burr’s kinky. “Prove it” and oh jeez it just goes down hill from there. Next thing you know Alex is sitting on Burr’s bed while they establish a safe word and wow, where did Burr keep all those sex toys? After a night full of.. discoveries… Alex and Burr’s relationship has never been the same. And Alex has never been happier.
OKAY wow i got a lot on these nerds. Okay so obviously Herc gets turned on when Laf speaks french. At first Laf can’t understand why Herc gets upset when they speak with Alex in French. It’s not until they are both alone and Laf asks Herc a question in French, forgetting for a moment that he doesn’t speak French, and Herc is all flustered and is gripping the table. Laf is just ecstatic with his discovery and abuses his power over Herc, whispering French into Hercs ear, with one hand tracing small circles on his lower back, and the other on Herc’s arm. Herc can’t control himself and just pounces on Laf. French isn’t the only thing coming out of Lafs mouth that night. Also Laf has such a bad daddy kink and want’s Herc to call them fifille so bad but is too embarrassed to ask. Well one night Laf comes home after a wild night with lams and Herc is there sitting in the couch and is extremely angry because, wtf you weren’t picking up your phone and you didn’t tell me where you went. and laf is like “I’m sorry, daddy. Please don’t punish your fifille.” and passes out on the couch over Herc’s lap and Herc is just sitting there, shocked. Laf wakes up with a terrible headache and laying on the bed they shared with Herc. Herc walks in with coffee and advil, and while Laf sips his coffee mumbling their thank you, Herc mentions last night. “Yeah, I’m sorry about that babe, my phone died and Laurens ordered shots and-” “If you wanted to call me daddy you could have just asked.” and laf spits out their coffee. After several minutes of Laf choking and Herc rubbing their back, they fall into an awkward silence. Herc takes advantage of the silence and explains how last night they called him daddy and refereed to themselves as ‘fifille’ (which Herc had to look up on their phone) and how he’s up for it if Laf is okay with it. Needless to say, they don’t dont get much done that day.
Phillip Hamilton and Theo Burr wtf is their ship name guys (all these I’ve talked about with @theall-possiblegirl)
WOW I LOVE THEM OKAY. These loser are terrible a sneaking around, okay? Like their dads hate each other so they have to keep their relationship secret but god damn they are the worst. Like Theo moans so fucking loud all the time and ofc Phillip isn’t going to stop her because why would he ever muffle something so beautiful? Phillip is forgetful and clumsy so he’ll knock over a lamp after falling into Theo’s bedroom at 3 o’clock in the morning but he wont lock the door before they have sex. Cue getting walked in on constantly. Like poor Eliza and momma Theodosia because damn it these two make hiding the relationship so difficult (obvs the moms help the two sneak around). I feel like Phillip and Theo would be such gentle and giving lovers like they are always trying to put their lovers pleasure before theirs. Phillip goes down on Theo for hours, making sure Theo cums several times before she even touches him. Honestly i could talk about these nerds for hours because they are like the cutest couple ever okay?
These dumbasses. They both have ad a crush on the other for years, but have never told the other because that’s gay and they’re bros you know they are both frat boys irl i will fight everyone. So one night, after a couple fireballs, Angelica suggest that everyone plays spin the bottle. Madison not really for it because he really doesn’t want to see Jefferson makeout with another girl in front of him some more, but Jefferson is all for it and Madison can’t say no when Jefferson throws his arm over his shoulder like that. long story short Jefferson spins the bottle, it lands on Mads and Mads is all blushy and shit until Jefferson plops in his lap and starts making out with him. Madison can’t tell if he’s died and gone to heaven or hell, but he’s sure he’s dead because there is no way this is happening in real life. Well Angie tells them to break it up or take it to another room because she wants to continue with the game. When Jefferson pulls away Mads is really sad thinking Jefferson has come to his senses and is about to say how gross that was or something just as hurtful, but is surprised when Jefferson grabs his arm and pulls him into another room. They both wake up the next day with a throbbing headache, naked, and a vague idea what happened the night before. Mads is about to cry because he thinks Jefferson thinks he’s a freak (Jefferson is thinking the same thing) and tries to leave without waking up Jefferson he’s already awake fuckboi but Jefferson grabs his arm and asks him to stay. Cue really cute/awkward confessions and cuddles. Also Alex yelling at them when they come downstairs because he couldn’t sleep all night because they were fucking too loud.
So that took me forever to type. I’m sorry if this isn’t what you wanted, anon, I’ve never really typed out my HC this way before. Sorry it’s so long, i just have a lot to say about things. I also didn’t add everything; i might do that in alater post. Mullete and Jeffmads HC are both inspired by the wonderful @lafyettes go check out their blog, they are amazing and my highkey my tumblr crush
Hey, I loved the latest chapter! This is by far my fav fanfic ever. Sorry if this is kind of random but I'm planning a trip to Scotland soon and because of the driving route I'm starting in Glasgow and then 4 days later I need to be in Edinburgh. I was wondering if you had any recommendation for where to go in between. I was thinking either Oban and Glencoe or Inverness and Loch Ness. Or are there any other must see's I'm missing? I wanted to do Isle of Skye but it's too far :'(
Oban is good if you want a seaside town, Glenco is good for history, Inverness is a really nice city and more highland than either Glasgow or Edinburgh and Loch Ness is really beautiful. Honestly they’re all good bets but it really all depends on what you want to see and do
The maps of tamriel are so confusing, I’m taking the canon ones but high rock is halfway to yokuda in one map, up skyrims ass in another, I don’t know what the FUCK the summerset Isles is doing and Morrowind and Vardenfell look like an acid trip right now
Beltane, one of four Gaelic seasonal festivals, is the Celtic May Day. Historically widely observed throughout Ireland, Scotland and the Isle of Man, Beltane used to mark the beginning of summer and was when cattle were driven out to the summer pastures.
Rituals were performed to protect the cattle, crops and people, and to encourage growth.
Special bonfireswere kindled, and their flames, smoke and ashes were deemed to have protective powers. The people and their cattle would walk around the bonfire, or between two bonfires, and sometimes leap over the flames or embers. All household fires would be doused and then re-lit from the Beltane bonfire. These gatherings would be accompanied by a feast, and some of the food and drink would be offered to the aos sí (spirits). Doors, windows, byres and the cattle themselves would be decorated with yellow May flowers, perhaps because they evoked fire.
In some parts of Ireland, people would make a May Bush: a thorn bush decorated with flowers, ribbons and bright shells. Holy wells were also visited, while Beltane dew was thought to bring beauty and maintain youthfulness.
All hearth fires and candles would be doused before the bonfire was lit, generally on a mountain or hill.
In the 19th century, the ritual of driving cattle between two fires was still practised across most of Ireland and in parts of Scotland. Sometimes the cattle would be driven “around” a bonfire or be made to leap over flames or embers. The people themselves would do likewise.
In the Isle of Man, people ensured that the smoke blew over them and their cattle.
When the bonfire had died down, people would daub themselves with its ashes and sprinkle it over their crops and livestock. Burning torches from the bonfire would be taken home, where they would be carried around the house or boundary of the farmstead and would be used to re-light the hearth.
From these rituals, it is clear that the fire was seen as having protective powers. As a matter of fact bonfires were meant to mimic the Sun and to “ensure a needful supply of sunshine for men, animals, and plants”, but they were also meant to symbolically “burn up and destroy all harmful influences”.
Food was also cooked at the bonfire and there were rituals involving it. Everyone present would take an oatmeal cake, called the bannoch Bealltainn or “Beltane bannock”. A bit of it was offered to the spirits to protect their livestock (one bit to protect the horses, one bit to protect the sheep, and so forth) and a bit was offered to each of the animals that might harm their livestock (one to the fox, one to the eagle, and so forth). Afterwards, they would drink the caudle.
It is a tall erected wooden pole around which maypole dances take place.
The practice had become increasingly popular throughout the ensuing centuries, with the maypoles becoming “communal symbols” that brought the local community together: even poorer parishes would join up with neighbouring ones in order to obtain and erect one.
As revived, the dance consisted of pairs of boys and girls (or men and women) stand alternately around the base of the pole, each holding the end of a ribbon. They weave in and around each other, boys going one way and girls going the other and the ribbons are woven together around the pole until the merry-makers meet at the base. There are also more complex dances for set numbers of dancers, involving complicated weaves and unweaves.
In some regions, a somewhat different Maypole tradition existed: the carrying of highly decorated sticks. The sticks had hoops or cross-sticks or swags attached, covered with flowers, greenery or artificial materials such as crepe paper. Children would take these hand-held poles to school on May Day morning and prizes may be awarded for the most impressive. This tradition is known as garlanding, and was a central feature of May Day celebrations in central and southern England until the mid-19th century.
Currently: Traveling on the ship her friend is captain of, playing guitar and enjoying the change of scenery. She works with the Succulent Tart group. Available: Horde and Alliance RP accepted - ingame (WrA & MG), tumblr, and discord. Seeking New Plots!
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Currently: Leading the Fifth Farstrider Company as a part of the Horde Army on the Broken Isles. Soon to be rotated out for a different company to return to Eversong as one of the many lines of defense in case Quel’thalas is threatened with invasion. Available: Horde RP mainly - ingame (WrA), tumblr, and discord. Seeking Other Farstrider RPers!
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“Load up the vans. We do this tonight. Any of you make a mistake I’ll put a bullet right between your eyes.” I looked at my men. We were going on a heist tonight and I wasn’t in the mood to deal with fuck ups. Frost came in. “Everyone get the fuck out.”
He looked at them go and turned once the last man closed the door. “Still nothing.”
“Could she have gone with your mother?”
“No, she absolutely hates that woman. That woman would never do anything to help either.”
“It’s been five fucking months, where in the hell could she be?” He just sighed.
“Better be a great fucking job.” Jonny muttered.
“She wouldn’t need to fucking work if she stayed.” I growled. It was fucking frustrating not to find her. Gotham was torn apart in the search for her but no one knew anything.
“We have to put a pause on this. It’s not good for business.”
“Am I joining you in the heist tonight?”
I nodded. Jonny would be the only one to protect me. The others were in it for the money. I couldn’t trust them. “Load up.”
It’s been five months since I last saw Jonny. Life was great. I got a job at tattoo parlor nearby. It was amazing being able to do my dream job. Of course, I couldn’t do any on myself for fear of hurting the baby but it was still great. I worked with the friendliest people. I really appreciated it considering I was a complete stranger to everyone in this town.
I walked into work and was greeted with smiles. Annie, the receptionist, came over and hugged me. “So what is it?”
Everyone gathered around me. “Hey, guys.”
“Don’t keep us stalling, (Y/N).” I giggled.
“Is everyone on their lunch break?” Everyone groaned.
“We’ve been waiting for the news all day, it’s been slow today so we closed for the morning.”
“Guys, you didn’t need to.” I smiled. “But you did so gather around.” They all sat on the couches in the waiting room.
“Okay it’s a-”
“Wait! Drumroll.” Eric interrupted me and I laughed. Everyone started banging on the table.
“It’s a boy!” I shouted. Everyone clapped and came up to hug me.
“We have to go celebrate.” Ty said.
“Sure we can. After we finish out the day.” Everyone groaned.
“Why? We make enough money. Let’s just have a fun day. We can get back to work tomorrow.” Liam begged.
I groaned. I felt bad. They had been closed all morning for this. “I just don’t-”
“We’re going, let go get lunch.” Annie cheered. “I call shotgun.”
“No, I do.” Ty shouted.
“Ty, you’ll get it on the way back. My car?”
“You have the biggest one out of all of us.” I smiled, thanks to Jonny.
After we ate lunch, they all insisted on going shopping for the boy.
“You boys want to go shopping?”
“It’s to spoil your son. He’s gonna take over our business.”
“Seriously guys, you don’t need to.” They all sighed.
“Listen, we are going in there and spoiling your son because, besides you, we are the only family it has. We take care of our own.” I smiled.
“Thanks, guys. Group hug.” We all laughed and went into the store.
“What do you need?” Annie questioned.
“His room is all set. I need clothes, bottles, diapers. The basics, you know?”
“I call clothes.” Eric ran off.
“Diapers seem easy.” Ty mumbled taking a cart.
“I’ll go get the other basics.”
“Okay, I’ll just look around with you.” Annie spoke as she linked our arms.
“Did you paint his room?”
“I’ll pay someone to. I painted it neutral colors but since we officially know I’ll change it.”
“You nervous?” Annie was the only one who knew more than the others. Not anything about Joker or that but she knew Jonny and I’s difficult past.
“A bit. I’ll be fine. I don’t think I can fuck up as much as her. This kid has everything he needs and will get anything he wants.” I looked at her. “That’s all I can ask for.”
“Plus, he has the best aunt ever.” She posed. “Me.” I laughed.
“That he does.” I hugged her.
“(Y/N)! Annie! Come look at this.” Eric called us over.
“What is it?” I questioned as we approached him.
“It’s a panda onesie.” I laughed.
“It’s so cute.” Annie gushed as Eric picked one up and put it in his cart.
“Let’s get some toys.” Annie pulled me away from Eric and brought me to the toy isles.
“Do you have baby monitors?” She asked picking up stuff animals.
“I had a screen installed in every room of the house.”
She just looked at me shocked. “Do you even need to work?” She chuckled.
“Not really, but being a tattoo artist is everything I wanted to do since I was younger.” I responded as I looked at a rocking horse.
“Ever been on a real one?” I shook my head.
“No, never been to a farm.” She looked at other things.
“We should take the baby when he’s older.”
“Sounds like fun.” My phone rang and I looked into my purse.
“Oh fuck.” I was extremely nervous.
“What’s wrong, (Y/N)?”
“I have to take this. Be right back.”
I looked at the phone in my hand. It was the one Frost gave me for emergencies. I was shaking but answered the phone.
“Hello?” I was trying my best to stay calm.
“Hello, is this (Y/N) Frost?” A woman spoke on the phone. Why would she have this number?
“Yes, this is her. What is this about? Who are you?” I started breathing heavily. What happened?
How she ended up in the company of the scalawag she wasn’t sure. It just happened. “You’d think a pirate would acquire water-proof make-up.” In all fairness quality make-up ward hard to come by on the isle. Her mother practically hoarded anything even remotely luxe.The most darling of giggles came from her as the two became soaked by the rain. “It’s running….Here.” Evie removed a handkerchief and cleaned up his eye make-up. ”There. Have I properly introduced myself? I’m Evie. The Evil Queen’s daughter…I may be a villain but bad make-up is something I just can’t allow. I was castle schooled for a while and I don’t know this side of the isle. Do you know anywhere we can get out of this rain?”’
(((So I took these prompts but changed them a little into one fic-let, but have plans to revisit and answer the secondary questions though another fic…depending on whether you guys want it or not)))
“Now whenever he’s talking you have to look interested, even
if it’s boring.” Evie said, sitting across from Mal in the limo she had arranged
to take them into town. When Mal had come to her ask for help on her future
first date with Ben she simply had to help her. All those years of coaching and
nagging on how to find the “perfect prince” from her mother were finally about
to pay off, even if it wasn’t going to be used towards getting her own prince. Mal
didn’t really seem to be listening as she looked out the window distractedly. “Mal?”
Evie said, trying to get her attention.
“Hmm…yeah?” She responded, looking back to her.
“You need to be paying attention” Evie scolded, “If you want
to get a guy to fall in love with you then you have to-”
“But Ben already likes me remember? I just want to get this date right.” Mal interrupted, “You
shouldn’t have to do anything to get a guy to like you ‘E; you’re just fine the
way you are; they aren’t worth your time if they can’t accept that.”