okay, so I’ve seen multiple posts just today that were basically like “haha who ever said adulthood was having your life together and everything figured out, I’m 28 and real life is drowning me as much as it ever was”
and like…the answer to that is…adults. adults said that. generation after generation, the narrative from adults to young people has been, “you are a dumb kid who doesn’t know the world or yourself but I am a Grownup with Life Experience™, and that’s why you’re supposed to do what I tell you, that’s why I don’t need to listen to your thoughts and feelings, that’s why society imagines me as a full human being and you as something that’s going to grow into a full human being.”
there’s a great book all about this that I’ve had a lot of my students read - Childhood and Society, by a sociologist named Nick Lee. Lee argues that the child/adult binary is a socially constructed one, based, like any other such binary, on an imagined idea of clearly oppositional characteristics.
specifically, he says that children are imagined as incomplete, unstable (as in their lives and experiences are constantly changing, not as in mentally unstable), and dependent, and adults as complete, stable, and independent.
those characteristics don’t match up to reality if you think about them too hard for even a moment - no one is truly independent, adults’ lives aren’t stable, what does judging a human being’s “completeness” even mean - but it doesn’t matter, because our culture is so obsessed with believing in them.
and adults being forced to pretend they’re complete and independent and living stable lives is one of the toxic ways all this plays on people of all ages.
I really hope that seeing my generation talk like this - just flat-out admit that we don’t know what the hell we’re doing any better than we did ten years ago - means we have the potential to break this cycle. but honestly, entering my 30s and having seen so many people my age turn into those adults who act like they havelife so well figured out compared to those dumb kids, it doesn’t seem likely. we might be a little better than we could’ve been, but too many of us are going down that tired old road of transitioning from talking about how much smarter we are than our parents to talking about how much smarter we are than our kids, just like every generation does when it hits this age.
I guess what I’m saying is, please, young 20-somethings of today, be better ten years from now than we are.
22. “Do you think she’s angry?” 5. “Why, all of the sudden, you are this interested in my life?”
Word count: 1.353
Posted: 10th of May 2017
A/N: (I AM A DUMB ASS, BECAUSE I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE REAL POST AND I AM JUST REPOSTING IT!)Another prompt request! This is sad, but this happened to me too, maybe not exactly in that way but I felt the sad feeling. It sucked. I hope that no one of you suffers in that way, but, if ever, my asks are always open. Thank you for requesting and I hope that you enjoy reading it. Thank you so much.
P.S: I’m not accepting part 2 requests of the prompt because I have a lot to write and I like leaving the readers in their curiosity of what might happen next. I’m sorry and you can always request something from the prompt list, link down below. Thank you.
“Jesus Christ, stop skipping your classes and stop sleeping late!” Alex angrily exclaimed as he noticed that you were sitting on your usual place at Monet’s alone. You moved your gaze to where Alex was and you saw him standing with his arms crossed in front of you, together with his actual girlfriend, the famous Jessica Davis.
“What the hell do you want, Alex?” You rolled your eyes as you didn’t want to be bothered during that exact moment. You decided to skip your classes as you needed to release some negative vibes from your mind, but then they were there to accompany you, trying to socialize with you.
“Pardon me?” The platinum blonde-haired boy sat on the empty seat across yours and he invited Jessica to sit beside him, holding her hands tightly and you carefully observed their hands intertwining, one of the things that broke your heart even more. “What the fuck is happening to you?”
“Uhm,” You corrugated your forehead as anger took your emotions. “it’s none of your fucking business.” You coldly answered, not minding Jessica’s judging stares, obviously because of your stubborn answers.
“Tell me what happened?!” Alex raised his voice a little bit. Luckily, there weren’t other people in the place, except for the baristas, because it would be shameful to create a scene in front of the crowd.
“Nothing has happened, okay?” You snapped at him, raising your voice too, and you grabbed your phone, that was on the coffee table, to check some of your social medias. You were obviously trying to shoo them away.
You wanted to avoid his questions, because he was the problem, your very own problem. Alex caused you the problems that you were having during that time and you never hated someone in the way you hated Alex before.
You’ve been good friends with him for months and you loved your relationship with him, because he has always made you laugh and he had the capacity to cheer you up whenever you would feel sad or insecure. You were always with him and only God knew how many secrets you confessed to each other. He was your anchor, you were his ship and to make the long story short: you completed each other.
He showed you nice and sweet gestures and those gestures fucked your life up, because you started to develop some hidden feelings for him, but he was head over heels in love with Jessica, so he never noticed your feelings for him. Unluckily.
You hated him since Jessica came into his life, not because you were jealous, but because you became Alex’s second choice and he was never with you anymore. He left you for his girlfriend and you knew that you couldn’t compete against her, she was the loved one, you were just a good friend.
You admitted to yourself that you felt selfish, because Alex deserved to be happy, even just for once, but you didn’t deserve either to be forgotten or to be left alone. Loneliness was a bitch and it made you feel worse when it started to keep you awake at night. Gloomily.
You were alone and, unluckily, you needed one specific person to fix yourself again, one specific person that you couldn’t have right now.
“Do you think she’s angry?” You heard Alex asking Jessica and you shook your head to let your thoughts go. He surely noticed the miffed expression in your face, while you were staring at your phone screen, little fingers sliding through different letters and punctuations.
“As it seems.” Jessica shrugged as she raised her shoulders in response. Alex looked back at you and you accidentally caught his gaze. You fiercely looked at him and you made him notice the anger that you felt inside of you.
“(Y/N),” Alex unleashed a long deep sigh as he tried to talk to you once again. It seemed like he had too much patience in store. “what’s the matter?”
“Amazing,” You were sarcastically dumbfounded for another attempt of talking to you. “I exist for the one and only, Alex Standall.” You nodded as you clapped your hands with class and sass.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Alex raised one of his eyebrow as he asked for explanations. “I just suggested you to stop skipping your classes. I am doing this for your own good.” He debated as he let Jessica’s hand go and he rested his arms on the coffee table.
“Why, all of the sudden, you are this interested in my life?” You angrily asked to Alex as you gave him a teary glance. “You’ve been together with Jessica for weeks now and, for weeks, I’ve been alone. Alex, fucking alone! Do you know what does that shit mean? Of course not, because you’ve never been alone in your life!” Your tears started to stream down your face as your cheeks became crimson red for the anger.
“(Y/N).” Jessica pronounced your name in a moderate tone as she tried to calm yourself, but you didn’t mind her. You glanced at Alex and it seemed like he was hit by a truck full of your anger, of your peevishness, of your irascibility, and it left him speechless. Speechless, as in no words came out from his mouth.
“And I can assure you that it fucking sucks.” You murmured as you hiccupped continuously. You fidgeted with your phone, while you observed Alex’s face. You opened his eyes and reality hit him hard.
“(Y/N).” Alex tried to say something, but he couldn’t find the right words. He was shock, because he never meant to hurt you. He never meant to leave you alone.
“It’s fine, don’t bother yourself.” You stood up and grabbed your things from the coffee table. You left some bills to pay for your untouched hot chocolate drink and you started to walk from the couple away.
“(Y/N), wait!” Alex tried to follow you, but he stopped when he saw you shaking your head, as if you were barricading him from yourself. You avoided him, because you knew that you would let yourself in if he ever said his sorry.
“I need no sympathy, Alex.” You shortly said as you wiped the warm tears that stained your smooth and burning hot cheeks.
He unleashed another heavy sigh as he sniffled loudly. You couldn’t see him perfectly, but it was obvious that he was crying too. His blue orbs were watery and he silently cried as he dealt with the pain and the stinging sensation that he felt on his cheeks.
Maybe he realized who he has just lost, maybe it sank in his mind that he lost the great friend that he used to have. He lost his ship and you lost your anchor, you sank and he never realized it. After all, you were just two pieces that fit together, but of two different puzzles. You once completed each other, but you realized your differences and you had to find the perfect piece, the perfect piece that would complete you so you wouldn’t be hurt anymore.
“Standall?” You called his attention, going back to your surname basis. He knew what it perfectly meant when you called him in that way. He looked at you as he wept in the middle of the room. “It’s my life, I understand that you were part of it, but you can’t dictate me what to do or not. Not now, not ever.”
You flashed him a sarcastic and fake wide smile, before you opened the bar’s main door, making the little bell ring. You shot him and Jessica another glance and you pushed yourself out of the door as you decided to leave everything behind, not minding how Alex felt, because he never really cared for what you felt in the past few weeks. He never cared until that moment, that exact moment when he already lost you.
You admitted to yourself that you felt selfish and evil, but he never cared for you and it was the right time to have a little bit of respect for yourself. Gloomily? Yup.
Okay so, if you have ever had the misfortune of being in chat with me on the topic of Assassination Classroom you would know I have a very strong belief of gay Karma and demi/pan Nagisa.
Now I was ecstatic to learn they were making the KorosenseQ spin off an actual series (Which is very likely the story Korosensei mentions in passing in the main series he wants to write in which he wouldn’t have to die and therefore is more than likely written by the octopus himself) anyway back on track, while the series seems to have diverged a bit from the comic now (tbh I think they made it better especially pope Gakuho omfg) but with the episodes being so short it means they emphasize certain things while cut other things out.
Trying to stop rambling now the thing that’s really caught my attention is the relationship between Karma and Nagisa (this is 100% a ship post if this is your notp then please stop reading now, if you do ship it or at least tolerate feel free to continue) and since @serenity0220 likes my analysis of these dumb boys so much figured eh what the hell lets post what I noticed in this episode.
Spoilers blow the cut turn back if you haven’t watched the episode yet.
Excuse the lack of spell check I’m literally copy pasting this from my skype chat.
Can't believe the judges called Sasha too fashion on a fashion challenge. Don't worry this isn't a 'Sasha was robbed' post, just are those judges ok
oh yeah that was for sure dumb af. like it literally makes no sense at all to have those words exit their mouths. im still very confused how drag, which is often heavily influenced by fashion, could be considered “too fashion” like they’ve literally praised girls this season on for one: looking like fashion models and two: how high fashion their looks have been. or am i crazy?? it was hella stupid and im just still not sure why that’s even an issue when we have girls like Violet and Miss Fame (and so many more) who are literally fashion queens and they’ve never been told anything of the sort. well other then them telling fame her ugly dress wasn’t ugly and was fashion ajknsjcansjk.
You can read it between the lines of my preface of that post:
What I said: “Very nervous to post this given how much great Outlander fanfiction there is out there, but I hope you enjoy! “
Translation: FCK FCK FCK FCK I FEEL SO DUMB AND RIDICULOUS WHY AM I DOING THIS INTRUDER ALERTS WILL BE GOING OFF THE SECOND I POST THIS, WHO AM I KIDDING THEY’RE ALREADY GOING OFF I”M SETTING THEM OFF MYSELF AND RUNNING THROUGH THE HALLS SOMEONE PLEASE STOP ME BUT ALSO LOVE ME IMMEDIATELY READ IT BUT ALSO DON’T READ IT OH JESUS H ROOSEVELT CHRIST MAKE IT STOP
And yet, here we are a year later.
I want to sincerely thank you all for being so unbelievably supportive, pretty much from day one. You guys are incredible, and I can’t thank you enough for reading, reblogging, commenting on, making art for, and generally loving on my writing and giving me an amazing community and creative outlet in a very strange period of my life. You guys rock.
It was barely a murmur, but I jumped and nearly fell into the creek as I snapped my head around to face—
“Papa, how did you kn—” I turned back away from him and wiped my tears furiously on my sleeve, mortified at how my voice seemed to vanish, “—know I was here?”
I felt the warmth of him settling on the log next to me, his hand coming to rest softly on the small of my back. “Wee Roger told me what happened, lass.”
What happened. The tears welled up again in force, and my throat went so tight that—
Jamie turned and gathered me to him, letting me sob my heart out onto the shoulder of his clean shirt. “You’ll find your way wi’ Brianna, lass,” he said firmly, smoothing my hair and cupping my head tenderly to him. “I promise.”
But nearly two weeks at River Run hadn’t helped me find me any such a way.
It wasn’t any one thing wrong in particular causing the trouble between my sister and me. It was a seemingly infinite series of small ones, all culminating in the overwhelming conclusion that Brianna and I might never have a mutually-fulfilling relationship.
Everything just seemed to fall apart when the the two of us spoke or interacted for any prolonged period of time. We seemed to be forever misinterpreting each others’ words and tones; making bad assumptions misunderstanding one another at every other turn; not finding the same things funny or interesting; gravitating toward different company. …. except, critically, ROGER.
He and I had already formed a bond before Brianna and I had met, and THAT was a problem. It was what had prompted the showdown this afternoon, in fact. Roger had sought me out to see if I wanted to go for a ride, just the two of us. We hadn’t spent time one-on-one for more than a few minutes since I’d arrived at River Run, and I’d been thrilled to accept his suggestion. I liked Roger greatly, and wanted to hear about how he and Brianna were doing and maybe get his point of view on how I might be better able to connect with her.
Brianna, though, had been truly hurt by the notion that Roger wanted to spend time with me without her present, and an argument at the stables had become a full-out shouting match. She had all but forgotten me during the altercation, for all of her words were directed at Roger, but my presence was at the core of every word.
Did he prefer my company to hers?
Was he getting bored of her?
Was he wanting to make a SWITCH?
I’d slipped quietly away from the brawl, toward the woods, trying my very best not to cry until I’d gotten out of earshot of the stables.
“I can’t do anything right by her, Papa,” I sobbed. All of the pain and hurt clung to me like leeches, stabbing me with guilt. “Everything I try—anytime I try to act differently, to reach her or understand better, just—backfires, and she hates me all the more for it.”
“She doesna hate ye, Faith,” Jamie said sharply. “I see your hurt, but I see hers, too. She doesna hate ye,” he repeated. “Ye must trust me on that, at least.”
I nodded as I pulled back and wiped my eyes. He meant well, but it was wishful thinking, at best.
“Though I must confess something to ye, mo chridhe,” he said, of a sudden, “sometimes, I feel precisely the same.”
That took me aback and I coughed, sniffling to catch my breath. “Feel how?”
“That I canna do anything right by her.”
I peered at him, my eyes still burning.
“Truly? But you two seem—”
“Aye, we seem,” he said, nodding, “but it’s something we have to work at, aye?” Jamie rose and knelt by the water, rummaging lightly in the sand. “Ye know, for as much as you seem a copy of your mother and Brianna one of me, you and I are quite remarkably alike, mo nighean dubh.”
God, how I loved Jamie Fraser—because he was my father, yes; because of all he’d done for me, yes; but also simply for himself. The way he had placed his immediate attention on finding skipping stones to give me time to compose myself, to allow me privacy and time to absorb what he was about to say without feeling I was under scrutiny.
“How are we alike, Papa?” I asked, feeling the rush of tenderness flood through me despite my inner turmoil. Yes, I could easily see why he’d made a lifelong impression upon Claire Beauchamp. Jamie Fraser was a man of heart and of care; of love.
“Well, in many ways, in fact, in our manner and look….but at present, I mean that we’re both outsiders of this new family,” he said, skipping a stone thrice before it plonked into the deep water. “Claire and Brianna—they’ve had one another for twenty years, from the very beginning. They ken one another: their moods and tendencies; everything.” He skipped another, managing five jumps this time. “And compared to that, you and I….well, we can hardly be anything but at a disadvantage, aye?”
I made a sound in my throat, part snort, part sob. I knew, alright.
He went on. “You and I are just getting to know one another, true. But on top of that, I’m still learning Claire again and getting to know Brianna for the first time; and I make mistakes in plenty, in that.” He managed to skip a stone clear to the far bank of the creek. “There’s love between Bree and I, yes, and true affection and liking, too; and yet I’ll say something that vexes her, and I willna ken what in God’s name to say to make it right. Claire is the only reason I havena driven Brianna to clobber me upside the head these last months.”
Despite everything, I laughed, and Jamie smiled, too. “You and I are alike,” he repeated, “in that we’re still strangers to them, Faith: beloved, important, worthy of their love—but still strangers, in one form or another. It’s joy to build these bonds that join the four of us, utter joy— but not effortless, aye?”
“No indeed,” I laughed darkly. “It seems more effort than joy, for me.”
“But it will be joy, when the two of ye connect at last, aye?” he asked, looking over in concern. “Ye do wish to have something better wi’ her?”
“Yes,” I said at once, “God, it’s keeping me up at night longing for it, Papa. I’m just not sure I’ll ever be able to understand Brianna enough to be a good sister. Everything I do is a misstep—it seems I fail to meet her expectations every single day, in some way or other. We get into the same bed every night, and I’m… afraid! Afraid to say anything to her at all! I seek out Fergus so often because I’m scared to take up too much time and energy from Roger and Ian, and even more so from you and Maman—because I don’t want her to feel I’m taking too much of her people for myself.”
There was true consternation on his face at that, verging on anger. “Has she said as much? That she resents the time ye—”
“No!” I said hastily, waving my hands in dismissal. “No, not at all, I just…NO, I …” I sighed. “It’s only that I tend toward anxiety and avoidance, when I’m afraid, comprends?” I clenched the fabric of skirt in my fists, not meeting his eye. “Fixate and flee. That’s my way.”
Lord, wasn’t that the truth? That’s why it had taken me MONTHS and intense encouragement from Oliver to leave the twenty-second-century and actually set out to find my family—because I’d been too caught up in the what ifs and my many, many crippling fears. It’s why going directly to Ocracoke had been such a leap—I’d faced the danger head-on, and WON.
Only, the tragedy was that I hadn’t managed to ground that victory in my heart, going forward. I wished I was the woman who’d battled at the stones; but here, in this, I was no more than a small, scared girl.
“No,” I repeated, doing my best to reassure him, “and please, don’t tell her—or anyone—that I suggested such a thing. It’s just…” I looked up to the canopy of trees overhead, as if the correct words might be found up there, “—difficult… in all the ways I perhaps feared it would be. And…it makes me feel as though I’m not supposed to be here, after all.”
“Listen to me, now.” Jamie knelt and took my hand in his, my cheek in his other. “You’re our daughter, Faith, our child; our firstborn child, and nothing,” he gave me a gentle shake for emphasis, eyes blazing into mine, “nothing—not even Brianna—will ever come between you and your mother and me. Do ye hear me, lass? Not ever. I willna allow it.”
So vehement were his words, so intense his guileless blue eyes, that I couldn’t help but believe.
I nodded and put my arms around his neck. I savored the comfort of his words and his embrace, trusting in them, at least while their love encircled me.
A long time later, he kissed my cheek and pulled me to my feet, leading me to the water’s edge, where we had a friendly rock-skipping competition. He won, of course, but he didn’t gloat, and even taught me how better to adjust my grip and wrist.
“I think, too,” he said abruptly, after I’d managed a ten-skip run, “she’s that wee bit jealous, ken?”
“Bree? Jealous of me?”
“Aye,” he said, brows drawn as he lobbed a stone of his own. “Can ye no’ see it? You’ve such a strong sense of self, Faith,” he went on, at the shake of my head. “The steadiness and sweetness ye have, coupled wi’ your prodigious learning and all the things ye’ve done and seen. Everyone admires ye so greatly, Brianna included.” He picked up another stone and rubbed it between his fingers. “And that’s so verra far from where Bree is, in her own life.”
“People love Bree, too!” I countered, “Hell, Ian hangs on her every word! She’s beautiful; she’s funny. Her paintings are exquisite. And Lord, you call me a prodigy but she’s a genius. She can do things with numbers at a speed I can’t even fathom! So don’t make me out to be some marvel,” I said, heating up in defense of her, “when she’s just as—”
“I know, I know, Faith,” Jamie said, laughing a little and touching my shoulder in reassurance. “She’s got just as much to be proud of as you. But,” he said pointedly, finding another rock, “Brianna came back through the stones to us at a crucial time in her life—a time when a lass of her upbringing would be making important decisions about her occupation, her life’s direction, aye? University or marriage or whatever else….and she chose to come here.”
He skipped the rock but missed atrociously and ended up clattering it on a boulder halfway across.
He sighed. “Lord knows, I thank Him every day that she did, if only to give us the chance to be a family for a time, at least… but it’s hard for her, ken? She doesna ken what is to be her place here. You’ve your healing, your languages; and on top of it, you’ve been accustomed since a bairn to moving about and adapting to new times and places and folk. Brianna….” He shook his head again. “She's—still so young aye? Young in age and in experience; and she’s come to a new time not even knowing properly who she wishes to be, be it here or in her own place. Do ye see, lass?”
I felt my heart twinge with pain and sadness—not for myself. For my sister.
“Yes, I see, precisely.”
I had come to River Run craving so deeply to be loved and to feel as if I belonged, that I hadn’t fully stopped to consider how greatly my sister was yearning for the same things. It had been a foregone conclusion, to me, that Brianna was established and confident and seeing me as an outsider—but now that he put it that way—
Brianna must feel as lost as me.
“It may take more time, yet,” my father was saying, hugging me in that way that made me feel bowled over by utter warmth and safety, “but you’re doing just fine, dear heart. And the two of ye will find your rhythm, in time. She just wants to find her place, same as the rest of us.”
“This feels very official, does it not?” Fergus whispered to me in French, his eyes flicking around Jocasta’s huge dining table where sat in conference Fergus, me, Brianna, Roger, Ian, Jamie, and Claire.
“Definitely,” I whispered back in the same language, grinning, “I should have brought my gavel!”
It did feel a bit absurdly formal, for all of us to be gathered here in broad daylight with no food before us, as though we were conducting a meeting of some board of trustees….but it was a matter of family business, after all. We’d been taking our ease these last two weeks, enjoying the chance to be together, but it was time to begin making plans to get back to Wilmington and take possession of the print shop before the season turned cold and winter set in.
Jamie had conveniently selected this time, knowing that Jocasta would be napping. As grateful as I knew he was for his aunt’s lavish hospitality toward the overabundant brood of relations that had taken up residence under her roof, we all knew it was best to conduct these planning discussions without her formidable presence looming, else we would all be obliged to submit to her suggestions—and this next phase of life was about the Frasers.
“If you’re quite finished,” Jamie was saying, giving Fergus and me a stern look that made both of us grin like naughty children before quieting, “I’ve been in communication wi’ the landlord in Wilmington and he’s agreed to let us have the vacant shop next door at half price, as it’s gone unrented for so long.”
“Another shop?” piped up Wee Ian. “What for, Uncle?”
“A surgery,” Claire blurted, transparent in her overflow of excitement. “A place where people can come to get medicines, get their teeth seen to, wounds mended, and so on.”
I loved seeing Maman’s passion shining through her usual reserve. I smiled at her, and she smiled back.
“And you’re going to be the healer, Auntie Claire?”
“Aye, your Auntie is a rare fine healer, Ian, but so is your cousin,” Jamie was saying, inclining his head toward me.
“Oui, superbe!” Fergus added. “You should have seen how she mended me on our journey.”
Roger, damn him, piped in about some small scratch I had tended on the road south from Richmond, and I smiled but found my cheeks reddening and my gaze darting toward Brianna across the table from me. Her face was stony.
God, everyone, change the subject, stop talking about me, please, PLEASE change the subject!
Thankfully, Claire did. “So, we’ll have the two shops operating side by side. There seems to be a lack of printers AND healers in Wilmington at present, so with all of us working together, we should be able to turn a profit fairly quickly, pay back Jocasta her loan, and be operating on our own two feet financially by next summer, if we manage the books judiciously.”
“Well said, Sassenach,” Jamie said, making a note with his quill. “Now, Faith, lass, you’re of course to work mostly wi’ your mother at the surgery; Fergus and Roger will be needed wi’ me at the print shop; Brianna and Ian,” he said, turning to the two youngest of our contingent, “you’ll be of great use in supporting both establishments, going back and forth to—”
“I could be the one to manage the books,” Brianna said suddenly, her face brightening more fully than I’d seen her in weeks. Her voice was urgent with enthusiasm, in fact. “I got top marks in my accountancy courses, and I’d love to try my hand at it.”
“Do not worry yourself, Brianna.” Fergus met Bree’s eye with a charming, apologetic smile. “It’s been my own task for years, Milord’s bookkeeping. It would be no great task at all for me to continue doing so.”
I kicked Fergus under the table. He grunted and gave me a WHAT? kind of look. I gave him one in return (‘Don’t call the one thing for which she’s excited ‘no great task at all’!), but he didn’t seem to comprehend.
“True,” Brianna said sharply and carefully, her nostrils flaring, and I couldn’t tell if she was trying not to cry or not to throttle Fergus, “but you’re also needed as one of the primary writers for the paper, in addition to Da. Let me take this part of your plate. I’m excellent at math and figuring. I know I can do it.”
Fergus gaped and stammered a bit. If I was at odds with Brianna in our sibling relationship, he certainly was. Despite having several months advance in opportunities to get to know him, Brianna hadn’t known quite what to make of this pseudo-sibling, and vise versa.
“Aye, you’re certainly good at maths, hen,” Roger said gently. Damn him, he had the gall to look uncomfortable as Fergus at this turn of events. “But you’ve never actually managed a business operation before. Fergus has. Don’t you think he might be the more natural choice?”
Brianna looked as though Roger had slapped her. Despite her height, her Red-Jamie-intensity and general ill humor these last few weeks, she looked so young and vulnerable and hurt, I wanted to take her into my arms as I’d done at Craigh na Dun. Jesus H Christ, Rog, I wanted to scream at him, YOU should come to her support first above everyone, you
“Brianna can do it,” I said, bolting to my feet before I even stopped to consider the movement, and drawing all twelve eyes directly to me like laser beams. Bree looked as startled as the rest of them, but wary, to boot, and also…touched?
I balled my fists and plowed forward, trying not to look at her. No fixating. No fleeing. “She’s the best with numbers and reckoning of any of us at this table. You should have seen her the other day helping Ulysses with calculations for the provisions order from New Bern. She did it all in her head, like THAT!” I snapped my fingers for emphasis. “Calculations you would have had to do on paper, Fergus. Sorry, but it’s true” I said, with a significant look and a regretful grimace, though it was indeed the truth. “She’s the best equipped of all of us to take care of the finances. It’s got to be Bree.”
“Fergus?” Jamie asked with raised eyebrows, carefully, neutrally.
Fergus saw the fire in my expression and—bless him—swallowed back a retort. “Very well. The job is yours, Brianna.”
She took a deep breath and smiled almost shyly. “Thank you. If I get stuck at any point, you’ll help me?”
“Of course, ma chère,” he said with grace and a smile that said all was well. I squeezed his hand under the table.
“Well, then, that settles it,” Jamie said, making a note on his paper. “Brianna, lass, you shall be our financière.”
We moved hastily on to other business, to dates and plans, packing lists and arguments over whether or not Rollo would be joining us; but Brianna made sure to catch my eye as soon as possible. For once, her expression was soft, open, no hostility or suspicion. She simply smiled and mouthed, “Thank you.”
My breath caught and my heart squeezed as I smiled back and silently whispered. “Got your back,” and the grin she tried and failed to suppress melted my heart completely.
I could have sworn I saw the corner of Jamie’s mouth twitching. As I smiled at him, the twitch blossomed into a beaming glow just for me. Good lass.
What do you think of Gigi's Vogue Arabia cover? She claims her Palestinian roots for it.
lmao using her Palestinian roots again when its for her advantage..why am i not surprised. the cover is “pretty” but I find it offensive. like she’s wearing a headdress/scarf in the cover but clearly she’s nude in the photo so they’re sexualizing something thats not supposed to be sexualized. and like why is having your head covered the epitome of the middle east LMAO like ugh its such a cliche cover and gigi’s dumb ass ig post saying shit about celebrating different cultures…like your culture is not being celebrated, it’s dying but you cant even speak out about it lmao and like they shouldn’t have used an american model to start with bc you get dumb shit like this
LET ME START OFF BY SAYING- This comic isn’t mine! It was made by @simple-pianist. All did was dub it… (with my shit voice acting-)
EDIT: I JUST REALIZED I SOUND SO DAMN BRITISH IN THE 4th panel, hELP
anD IN THE 5th iT SOUNDS LIKE PATRYK IS USING A ‘DUMB VOICE’ LIKE MOCKERY, WHY AM I LIKE THIS?!
EDIT: GUYS, REMEMBER IF YOU LIKE AND OR/REBLOG THIS, DO IT WITH THE ORIGINAL AS WELL! THIS ONE CURRENTLY HAS MORE NOTES THAN THE ORIGINAL AND AS MUCH AS I APPRECIATE THAT, I FEEL BAD! PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, LIKE AND/OR REBLOG THE ORIGINAL? THANKS!
Okay okay I swear the goddess this is my last post about this…
/btw url and icon are censored bc I don’t want anyone to get in troubles, I don’t like being vague at all but at the same time I know sometimes the best, I don’t want anyone to get any sort of bad comments or hate because of one of my posts/
(this is the exact gif btw)
and well… so did I!
first Peridot appearance! tho, this green is a lil more yellow-like, so even tho is pretty damn neon (the first palette is also full in saturation if you check the color) let’s not count it.
Let’s do count tho, the one that is exactly the same!
catch and release, first episode we have Peridot ON A NORMAL ENVIROMENT.
And yes, that IS alsmost the same color (one is slightly more neon (like by one inch tbh and I think is the Friend Ship one) but it may be bc of the low quality of both shots, the reason why one looks more neon-like it may be bc of the enviroment)
But ok, let’s NOT count friend ship bc she had her libs /let’s say/, then it was ALSO season 2! Catch and release gave us little Peri in all her 5 foot shininess, and in a normal light she is still p neon! (So is in some parts of episodes like Back to the Barn, Too far, Log date… ok you guys get the point)
But ok, let’s ignore ALL of that, what about that gif? it’s all on the context.
You see, this are two shots, one happened exactly before the Peridot gif and the other after
Its pretty easy to notice what changed, the weather. The light changed, and so did the character’s skin-tone, because that’s how lightning works, in the middle of that whole scene, the clouds faded away (idk what’s the exact term in english I apologize) and you can actually check it out by yourself if you don’t remember!! Min 0:16 - 0:24.
It’s ok if you don’t like Lauren’s work, or La/pi/dot, or even the fucking show in general, but try to not spread lies about it…
I need to clarify OP may have done it as a joke (which i am not sure since as i know they are S/uC/rit/s and ton of their posts are serious, tho I won’t 100% affirm it) but even if it is a joke I am using it as an example why this color palette discourse is… really dumb, tbh.