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thesarcasticreader · 1 year

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PAC: THINGS TO KNOW ABOUT YOUR FUTURE SPOUSE

These are general readings meant for entertainment purposes. You can partake in advice, but do not let it cloud your decision-making.

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Pile 1:

Your person is very emotional or has a tendency to put family above all. It would piss you off sometimes that they give too much of themselves to others who don't deserve it but you admire this trait of theirs as well.

They are very good at keeping secrets and hiding their feelings. This is a result of being lied to very often. This trait will drive you nuts too but when you get into a relationship. People can grow and learn. Do not keep unrealistic expectations from relationships but if someone doesn't show signs of change. Talk to them and resolve the issues.

Your person is someone who will change a lot in their lifetime. They are capable of learning and growing.

This person loves cats a lot.

This person indulges in luxury quite a bit but stays within their means.

I am not seeing something about finances but this person is well-off. Not obnoxiously rich. But lives in a town with a cute two-story house that they own and have a shop where people from the town make purchases from. Very well off and can afford the best things.

Both of you are going to be from a well-off family. Affording Chanel is not all that there is in life. But I guess it helps 🥰🤣

You two are very likely to start a business together. You will end up leaving the place where you start at.

Say you live in a Town right now, you are likely to move to a bigger city to start your business with this person. For some of you, the business could revolve around event management or something to do with weddings and making wigs.

Looks like they could kill. Is a cinnamon roll.

Pile 2:

Your person was the heartbreaker of their time. This person had a bad childhood and they do not like talking about it.

Even though they say that it doesn’t bother them, it does.

They could even be in therapy for this too. And it is vital that their trust never be violated. This person needs a very emotionally stable person who is confident in them.

Your person could be argumentative too. It is one of the past influences that affected them badly. However, if they are made aware of the same. They will notice the pattern and actively try to change it.

This person is very lovely in a relationship. Their love will be displayed in their actions. It’s not always the big thing. The little ones like making sure your coffee is not too hot, shielding you from hitting your head in a corner, keeping you away from the roadside while you two are walking etc.

They are absolutely focused on you and they will do everything possible to make your life easier.

This person is very supportive and will persuade you to go after your dreams. This person is literally soulmate material. Even if their past has been jaded, they stand strong.

For this pile, I am seeing appearance more clearly. Stoic and strong build for men. Dark hair and prefers to wear a sleeveless T-shirt at home. Taller, likes going to the gym, likes coffee from a solid red cup (this was very specific for some reason), and probably has a home with ceiling-to-floor windows. Might be scared of heights.

For women, blonde to brown hair, the classic mean girl look on their face, insanely business-oriented, no bullshit attitude, people are scared of her, has a small smile, when she laughs her eyes wrinkle cutely, and black loafers

Looks like they could kill. They will!

Pile 3:

This is my sunshine pile. There is a lot of cute in here and that’s what your person is like.

This person is someone who would cuddle a raccoon. I am sorry, but that’s what came through 😂😂

They love animals and probably volunteer a lot at shelters or reduce them. If you end up dating this person, you can expect to foster a lot of animals.

This person is not all sunshine though. Life has dealt them a tough hand but they have persevered.

A lot of Fire and Water Energy in this pile. This has to be the happiest Scorpio pile I or most people have ever seen 😂😂

This person has a lot of energy. I know who this pile reminds me of. There is this girl on YouTube, Mikayla from SaveAFox. If you don’t know the channel. Go there right now. Get your immediate serotonin boost that even Masturbation can’t bring (I just had to) 😂😂

This is a relationship that will lead to marriage very quickly.

Your person is not concerned with material gains. They want emotional fulfilment.

This person feels like meeting an old friend after a long time. This person loves baking.

They prefer cute, handmade gifts and letters too. They are likely to give them to you as well.

Words of affirmation are their love language.

Early childhood may have included bullying in their case.

Looks like a Cinnamon Roll. Is a Cinnamon Roll.

The messages were flowing so happily and easily today. Sometimes it is so annoying that the thoughts just refuse to come to you and other days, I can basically pour myself into these readings. It is amazing afff✨🧿

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azsazz · 14 hours

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Hiii 👋 just wanted to say I adore your writing ☺️ I always get so happy when I see you’ve written something new 😁

I was curious to ask, what are some of your favourite modern AU jobs/roles for the bat boys (whether you’ve written about them or not)? Or just any ACOTAR characters?

CEO Rhys has been done a lot, but for good reason, it’s so perfect. He almost has to be effortlessly rich and/or in some position of power, like a prince, or a mafia boss.💰 I also kinda like to imagine him as a nepo baby set to take over his father’s company, but he breaks away or gets cut off, so with his very little actual job experience (as he was all set to inherit), he gets a barista job at a lil coffee shop. ☕️

Cass would definitely suit something physical, like an ice hockey player, or a firefighter, or a personal trainer. I could so see him being a gym teacher as well, imagine him coaching a kids ice hockey team. 💪🏽 He would SO volunteer to be a nude model in life drawing classes in his free time 😆 Though I hadn’t considered it before I read your stuff, I think he really fits a small town rancher too. I can so picture him in jeans, boots, and a flannel shirt, driving around in an old rusty faded red truck 👨‍🌾

Az could easily be in the FBI or something, but choosing something further away from his canon role, I seriously think he’d be an awkward computer programmer / software engineer nerd, or a twitch gamer, 👨🏻‍💻 with a secret anonymous OnlyFans or erotic audio patreon on the side. 😏 And I reckon he’d ride a motorcycle and tinker with it in his spare time, so might also enjoy working at a garage. 🏍️ I really love him in Midnight Muse, and think he suits a shy amateur artist / tattoo artist as well.

I also love the bat boy band idea I’ve seen a lot recently, where Rhys is the charismatic lead singer and guitarist, Az is the quiet songwriting bassist, and Cass is the energetic drummer. 🎶

Sorry it’s so long, I just love thinking about this stuff 😄

Hiiii!! Thank you so so much! I saw this message this morning but wanted to wait until I could give it my full attention and have my computer around, so thank you for your patience! 💙

Okay, some of my favorite AUs for the batboys? This is a wonderful question!

Rhys: Normally, I just think of Rhys as always having some sort of money/job inherited. So CEO, mafia, anything that puts him in a position of power, really, but i think it's mostly because those just reflect the books.

I do, however, love love love art school rhys. painter rhys. working at the local art supply degenerate rhys who still has wealthy parents but is trying to stick it to the man rhys. steals erasers and petty things from the art supply rhys. love him so much.

There's also something to be said about young adult rhys who's messing around with his little sister's best friend rhys. he gets me going too.

also captain of the hockey team rhys is a solid choice for him as well.

Cass: LOVE ME SOME RANCHER/COWBOY/SMALL TOWN CASSIAN. but, these are all very different. small town cass doesn't trust women, heart broken at a young age with the girl he thought was his forever. doesn't want to leave town, likes the ranch because its safe and its what he knows. cowboy cass or bull rider cassian, famous for breaking horses and backs. grumpy, gruff rancher cassian always gets me going tbh he's fucking hot as shit

i also always see him in a blue collar role like a mechanic or welder are the two i mostly attribute to him.

def something physical as well, we love hockey cass, rugby cass, wrestler (wwe lol) cass, dang i had another on my mind for sports cass but i forgot. sad. OH surfer cassian. jock type tho i can see him as. love the firefighter vibe for him too, he'd fill out the tight fire department t-shirt WELL LADIES and also volunteers for wet t-shirt contests. omg gym teach cass would be adorable as hell! oof another thought, contractor cassian ffs that would be so yummy

Az: Az i agree fits the FBI (stalker) vibes. i also like to think of him in finance or computer science too. omfg the erotic audio that's iconic and i'd def subscribe to that. hmmm what else could i see azzy doing...maybe something with music or writing...i could see him being a ghost writer of some sort and then one day his song plays on the radio and he's like hey i wrote that and literally no one believes him. something behind the scenes or where he can go unnoticed is mostly where i place him, tbh. honestly maybe even something military because he takes comfort in having a set schedule and people telling him what to do at every minute of the day. he'd fare well i think. perfect. operative because if the mission goes south and he gets captured he's not telling a soul anything.

Eris: idk why this thought came to my head but i was thinking about architecture but i think eris would be a fantastic interior designer lol. like i could see it. maybe i was just thinking about him furnishing az's new place and having a lil sparky. i could also see him as a lawyer too or something like that, something where he can be the know-it-all, smirking at them and looking down his nose at them...

Lucien: Architecture for sure. or professor. I could see him doing either of these. maybe even lawyer tbh, he would be good at that too, though i know he's immaculate at twisting stories and words so you gotta be careful of that.

Tamlin: poet? lol. professional gaslighter? jk i love tammy. maybe he installs security systems? haha just kidding just kidding. he's a tough one tho. idk why i added him but i guess also a musician but low-key soothing music, instrumental for sure...prob has a podcast where he just bullshits all day

hopefully i didn't rant for too long about this 🤭💙 this was so much fun though thank you for asking!

#ask azsazz

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wrathofrats · 3 months

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diswa back again with the brain

curious if you have any thoughts about the LA ghoulettes? i've been searching for content of them because... women...

I actually haven’t thought a ton about them since the concert so thank you for bringing them up! I immediately kind of imprinted on this post by @slippy-socks and so I’ll be using/referring to those names and designs and elements bc YEAHHHHHH GHOULETTES OF OTHER ELEMENTS FUCKING FINALLY

Anyways now that I have solid headcanons I can add them to every growing list of ways to make them weird bc oh I’ve been thinking as I’ve been writing this (puts on my t shirt that says ask me about the LA ghoulettes)

Headcanons under cut for length!

Calliope - vocals/ quintessence

I think Callie is more of a traditional quint personality wise. Very intellectual and likes structure. She’s just a more serious gal! Obviously gets along well with aether, they’re kinda book besties when she’s summoned, sharing different books on the stars and magic and other interesting things about the world. She thinks phantom is cute in that aspect. Helping him create maps of the stars in his room with stupid stickers he found. I think Callie’s quintessence revolves more around astral ideas as opposed to medical and body wise like aether and shadow wise like phantom.

She’s a very calm entity I think. She leans femme. Sweet and low energy but with a stoic commanding respect nature to her. She prefers to be alone or with another low energy individual such as aether or rain.

Eden- piano / earth

eden likes mischief. Can be a bit egotistical. Perfectionist and takes her instrument very seriously and can be annoyed when some of the other ghouls tend to mess around more.

She’s very honest, one to not beat around the bush. Gives amazing advice but won’t just tell you what you want to hear, will tell you what you need to hear.

Despite her more aloof side, she is very physical! She loves physical contact, and often has her arm around another ghoul or is on someone’s lap or is holding someone’s hand.

She enjoys hanging around dew, they feed off of each others more chaotic sides and get into friendly competitions that have the other swearing up and down the other is cheating

Loire- cello/ water

Another more introverted ghoulette. Shy and timid and tends to hang around Callie more as she feels she’s more safe and stable.

I don’t think she talks much, simply content on hanging around, partially mute, goes quiet when she gets overwhelmed. I think she has a lot of feelings and tends to shut down a bit, but she’s trying her best

Sweetheart when she’s comfortable with you. Very much is an acts of service gal. Getting another ghoul a drink or a snack or sewing up ripped clothes without asking, cleaning rooms when she sees they’re in a bit of disarray, she likes to stay busy by helping out her pack.

Tends to be seen more around Callie, cirrus and mountain as they feel the most grounded to her.

Soleil- cello/ fire

she’s a bimbo

You’ve seen ifrit the himbo? This is soleil the bimbo.

She’s sweet and strong and kinda stupid. Very extroverted. Loves her pack immensely.

Obviously can be a bit hot headed, her and Eden share an ego and are often together because of it, Eden being more competitive while sol is there to kinda have fun and see how far she can push Eden to be better.

She’s such a supporter, constantly cheering on the other ghouls, loves to compliment them and tell them how amazing they are (can be a bit aggressive but … she’s trying her best)

Like the other beloved himbos, is not allowed in the kitchen or the greenhouse because of multiple incidents (cough, dews a bad influence, cough)

Often seen around Swiss, Eden and cumulus because of their brighter personalities

#la ghoulettes #I hope you like them I’m in love with them #the band ghost #ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #shitghosting

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naturewivesmybeloved · 4 months

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A fic request off a discord server I’m on and for some reason I’m more motivated to write on tumblr then anywhere else so here you go!

Pearl’s First snow day

Something was Going on with the server. Nothing to be worried about Xisuma had ensured them but the weather would probably be acting up for a while and all the hermits had been told to stick around their bases just in case.

Gem was making sure her Elven palace would stand up to whatever Weather they would be getting since the sky was looking pretty nasty. In fact, it reminded her of what it would look like just before a blizzard would hit on her old server. Pearl had apparently not gotten the memo because Suddenly Gem could hear a chorus of “Gem, Gem, Gem!” and a wieght was hitting her chest.

“Pearl! What are you doing here! You should be at your base! It looks like a blizzard might be coming our way!” Gem scolds lightheartedly. Pearl looks away sheepish. “I wanted to make sure you were gonna be okay and, I didn’t want to be alone?” Gem gets a soft look on her face and just as she’s about to say something else, a particularly strong wind blows and Pearl shivers. At that moment Gem noticed exactly how light her clothes were. Just a simple thin hoodie, a white t-shirt and shorts. So compared to her own coat and earmuffs it’s obvious that Pearl would be cold.

“Alright you dope, you can stay here tonight. Now let’s get you inside before you freeze” Gem says lovingly rolling her eyes and guiding the taller women into her palace, hugging her waist as they walk.

The next morning the girls are untangling themselves from each other when Pearl suddenly bolts upright, something having caught her eye. “Gem! Gem! Wake up! It snowed” Pearl said awe in her voice. Gem just groaned and made grabby hands in Pearl’s direction, not willing to give up her cuddle buddy yet. “Pearl come back to bed, it’s too cold right now” Pearl turns to Gem, stars in her eyes “but Gem, it snowed!” Gem wasn’t sure what the big deal was but then it clicked. Pearl was from a Australian server, she had never seen snow before. “Did you want to go play in it?” Gem asks amused, cuddling back into Pearl as she stared at the window in amazement. “Could we?” She breathed.

“Sure, let’s eat breakfast first and I’ll find you some proper winter stuff and we can go out” Gem laughed. So after a hastily eaten breakfast on Pearl’s end and Gem pulling some winter gear out of storage that she had made just in case something were to happen, the two girls were ready. Pearl’s immediate reaction to stepping outside was “It crunched! It made sound!!!” And then a furry of her running around the snow covered ground. She curiosity picked up the snow in her mitt covered hand (courtesy of Gem) and admired it. These antics continued for a solid half hour, other highlights including, dragging gem to see a small frozen over pond, running across said pond , falling flat on her back and going over to pout to Gem and in a moment of impulsivity, taking a bite of snow, which she instantly regretted. “Come inside Pearl. The snow isn’t going anywhere and you look half frozen yourself” Gem tried to coax her Girlfriend.

“B-b-but it’s so magical!” Pearl argues, her teeth chattering.

“Let me show you the best part of snow days” Gem offers, putting out her own mitt covered hand. Pearl hesitates for a second, looking back at the snow before putting her hand in Gem’s and letting herself get pulled inside. Apparently while Pearl had been exploring the wonders of the cold, Gem had built up a cozy fire and started a pot of soup.

Pearl wanders into the living room and is happy to see the roaring fire, and her girlfriend dragging a bunch of blankets there. The two of them layed down, for cuddles wrapped up in warm blankets, Gem fitting herself right into Pearl’s arms and kissing her rosy cheeks.

“What did you think of your first snow day?” Gem asks sleepily looking up at her

“It was fun, but this? This is better” Pearl says kissing the top of Gem’s head.

#gempearl #drabbles #lazy ending #for a friend

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buckyseternal · 1 year

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rumlow with the letter Y please and thank you

I actually really like this one and I love writing for rumlow 👀 (and let’s just pretend that he’s not hydra for the sake of me staying sane) prompt: yearning – how much/often do they like to get frisky? warnings: unprotected sex, fingering (f rec), mutual masturbation, squirting, public sex, light exhibitionism 18+ only, minors DNI

Rumlow is someone who likes to fuck. the man is insatiable. you could be walking around your apartment, making a cup of tea in some old, oversized t-shirt and your sleep shorts, and seeing you reach up for a mug would just set him off. the next thing you’d know, he’s right behind you with his large hands on your hips, thumbs rubbing circles into your skin, pressing his obviously hard cock against your ass. times like these where it happens spontaneously and you’re all alone, it’s all giggles and smiles and playfully telling him to stop, while he just leaves trails of kisses down your neck, shoulders, back, chest, wherever he can reach. he’d pull your panties to the side to waste no time burying himself in you in one solid motion.

other times though, it’s not so private. just finishing with some training, you’re walking to the locker room and showers to freshen up. it’s empty in the whole room, and you turn the shower on before stripping and closing the curtain for a bit of privacy. it doesn’t last long though, rumlow slipping in behind you.

your eyes widen, taking in his naked form in front of you when you turn around. “Brock, you can’t- what are you-”

“didn’t think I’d miss a chance to be with my girl, huh?” he pulls you close, lips attaching to your neck in the spot that sends shivers down your spine.

“you can’t- someone could walk in,” you try to protest, but it’s no use. the man is on a mission, and nothing could stop him.

you soon became lost in his presence, lips meeting his in a fiery kiss. his tongue pushed past, kissing you like his life depended on it. you moaned quietly into his mouth, feeling his fingers trail down and start to rub your clit. your hand came down to grab his cock, already half hard, and you could feel him growing with each stroke you gave him.

his fingers slipped past your clit, toying with your opening and eventually plunging in as deep as he could with the angle he was at. your head fell back, resting on the tile of the shower wall as your pussy fluttered around his fingers.

“need you,” you breathed out, not wanting to cum anywhere except his cock in that moment. spinning you around, he pressed you to the wall before pushing into you, groaning at the pressure.

“fuck, so tight. always so tight for me,” he managed to say through gritted teeth. he began to set a fast pace, one of his hands gripping your hip to keep you in place for him and the other hand next to your head. you could see the veins in his arms as it flexed beside you, no doubt he was trying to hold back.

small whimpers came out of your mouth with each thrust, but then you heard it. two women had walked into the locker room, talking and laughing about something that had happened earlier on in the day.

“wait- Brock, we have to-” his hand clamped over your mouth, but he didn’t let up. if anything, he was fucking into you harder than before.

“just gonna have to keep those pretty sounds in. wouldn’t want them to hear you,” you clenched down at that. he chuckled, a devilish, almost cruel sounding chuckle like he had something in mind. “oh you like that, huh? like the idea of someone walking in on us fucking in the shower, watching us. watching you come apart on my cock. you’d like that, wouldn’t you baby? dirty fucking slut.”

at that moment, he made it his mission to make you cum, hard. keeping one hand clamped around your mouth to stifle your moans, his other hand came down to lift your leg up, gripping underneath your thigh. your eyes practically rolled back into your head when he did, the new position making him fuck impossibly deeper into you. you tried your best to hold the moans in, but his cock was sliding in and out of you so easily with the water trailing down your bodies and the slick that basically poured out of you from the whole situation, and it all made you extra sensitive.

“better quiet down, sweetheart, I think they heard you,” he nipped at your ear, sucking and leaving marks all on your neck. he was getting close, but he could feel the way your pussy tightened around him like a vice at the very concept of the women hearing you across the locker room.

he angled his cock to hit your sweet spot, hearing your choked whimpers each time he thrust into you. your orgasm hit you hard, your hands pressing into the shower wall, trying to grab a hold of anything you could. you could feel him continue to press into that same spot, and could feel yourself gush around him, the liquid leaking down your leg.

“there you go, let it out. look at you, squirting for me, so goddamn- fuck,” he buried himself in you deep, practically growling in your ear as he came. you could feel his cum fill you, watch it drip down your thighs and mix with the shower water.

he let your other leg down and made sure you were steady to stand up, pressing kisses to your back and shoulders as his hands ran along your waist and stomach. you felt dizzy almost, the steam from the hot shower mixing with your post-orgasmic haze as you turned around and looked up at him, getting on your tiptoes to press a gentle kiss to your lips.

“you ruined my shower,” you whispered, smiling up at him.

he chuckled. “I probably ruined those two agents’ days too. It was worth it.”

#brock rumlow #brock rumlow x reader #brock rumlow smut #brock rumlow masterlist #valentine's day #valentine's day 2023 #vday2023 #valentine's day sleepover #sleepover #mcu #masterlist

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gracev0609 · 8 months

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Keys a Josh Kiszka X Queer Plus Size Reader X Danny Wagner story

Trigger Warnings: MINORS DNI, 18+, Adult themes, pure porn, f/f, m/m, m/f.

Word Count: 3k+

You have been seeing Josh for at least six months now, and things are wonderful. The two of you agreed to have a relationship that was somewhat open, you both were free to entertain another person as long as you checked in with one another at the end of the night. He was your piece of solid ground, your rock, and you liked it that way. Although, neither one of you had been with anyone else yet, until tonight. A friend of Josh's decided to host a key party and you both were invited. You and Josh were both excited to get a taste of something new for the evening.

" How does a key party work exactly?" Josh asked as he straightened up the clean and dirty laundry in his bedroom.

You were sprawled out on his bed enjoying the sunshine and breeze blowing in through the window," All the men, or masc presenting people, put their car keys in a bowl and at the end of the night all the women, or fem presenting people, pick a key and whomever it belongs to is the person they go home with."

Putting a stack of white t-shirts away in his dresser he asked," Have you been to one before?"

" Yeah, I went to one when I was in college. It was a lot of fun. Have you?"

" No, never something as organized as that." Josh chuckled.

" You're going to have a great time babe!"

Before you knew it, the sun was setting and it was time to get ready for the party. After getting dressed in a black floral mini skirt and a black tank top you brushed up your hair into a high ponytail with some pieces out around your face. Putting in some dangling earrings and a necklace on you spritzed yourself with your favorite perfume.

" Y/N, I'm ready when you are," Josh called, stepping into the bathroom where you were getting ready." You look incredible!"

Turning to take in his outfit you fought back a chuckle. He was wearing his standard issue uniform of a white t-shirt and khaki colored pants and his white vans that have seen better days. He spiced it up with a long pendant necklace that hung to his stomach.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and nuzzled into your neck," I'm getting a little jealous that I don't get to go home with you looking like that tonight."

You laughed and unwrapped his arms from your frame," Come on let's go, I don't want to be late!"

A little while later you stepped into a home that you hadn't been to before, following Josh closely with your fingers intertwined with his.

"Let's get some drinks and loosen up!" He yelled to you over his shoulder. The music was cranked decently high but not too high that you couldn't have a conversation.

Josh led you into the kitchen where the counters were lined with food and alcohol. He found plastic shot glasses and a bottle of tequila. The two of you shared a nervous smile and clinked your shots together before downing the liquor.

"Josh!" You heard a man yell while barreling over to give him a hug.

"Carmine!" You recognized him as the host of the party.

" Add your keys to the bag buddy!" He held up a black velvet drawstring bag. It almost looked like it was purchased for the intent of this party.

Josh grabbed his Jeep key fob from his pocket and dropped it into the waiting satchel. Carmine pulled the strings tightly and shook it up.

After a few more shots you were approached by a beautiful blonde couple.

"Hi! I'm Carly and this is my boyfriend Michael. We saw you two walk in together, and we were hoping that we'd pick each other's keys."

You were taken back slightly by her forwardness, but what else were you supposed to do at a sex party.

" Oh yeah, hopefully! I can try my best to find them." You said taking in her eye candy of a boyfriend.

"Great! Ours have a triangle keychain. What do yours have?" Carly asked.

" A peace sign." Josh answered her. He was also taking in the handsome man at her side.

"Let's sit together until it's time to pick keys!" Carly said taking both your hand and Josh's leading you to a couch in the living room.

As you sat down next to Josh you noticed how swimmy your head had gotten from the tequila and you were certain that tonight was going to be extraordinary. Carly sat on your other side as Michael flanked Josh.

She started running her hand up and down your thigh, getting a read on you. Looking into her eyes you subtly nodded, and she brought her lips to yours. It had been a little while since you had kissed a woman. Her lips were so smooth and soft, and you could smell her candy scented perfume. You gently put your hand to her chest, cupping her breast and thumbing her nipple through the shirt.

Carly broke the kiss first, her tongue licking a stripe down your neck that made a flush of arousal rewet your already soaked panties. " I think they're also getting along," she whispered. You both looked over to see Josh kissing and sucking on Michaels neck.

Watching your partner be somewhat intimate with another person lit a primal need in your core. You wanted to experience more with Josh, you wanted to watch him experience more.

"Hey y'all, sorry to interrupt but it's pickin' time!" Carmine interjected, rattling the bag of keys in front of your faces.

You looked over at the boys as Carly reached her hand in the bag, they had matching lust filled gazes eager to continue this elsewhere. After what felt like an eternity she pulled her hand out of the bag holding a rectangular key fob. The word Jeep embossed on the side. A few keys hung from the keychain along with a little metal peace sign charm. She had successfully found Josh's keys. Your stomach tingles with anticipation.

"Remember, triangle keychain." Carly whispered into your ear.

You reached your hand into the bag feeling around for the pointy keychain. Finally finding one that felt like a triangle you picked it up feeling triumphant. You pulled it out and showed it to her," Is this it?!"

You watched Carlys face fall," that's not it."

You stared at the keys in your hand, a Jeep key fob that resembled Josh's, a few house key type keys, and a keychain that was a triangle shape. It looked to be one of the flags that they have at the holes on golf courses.

*Josh POV*

You stared at the keys in Y/Ns hand and you felt your blood run ice cold. You know who's keys they are. You helped him pick out the Jeep. And before you two left the dealer lot you watched him attach that damn keychain. They belong to Danny.

He was your oldest friend, and you trusted him completely. You knew your girlfriend would be in excellent hands. The dilemma you were facing was that as much as you wanted to play with Carly, you wanted to play with Danny. He was your first crush that was a boy, he helped you realize your queerness. Over the years you and Danny have shared suggestive glances and some touches that held more meaning behind them than what initially appeared. You just never got the courage to do anything about it, you didn't want to jeopardize your friendship or the band. Tonight was different though, everyone had come here with the promise of sex. You exchanged phone numbers with Michael and Carly while promising them a fun time another night, and got up to find your girlfriend who was currently searching for the man who owned the keys she was holding. You found her and Daniel having a shot of tequila in the kitchen. Standing in the doorway you watched their interaction. Recognizing the mischievous glint in her eyes, you saw him reach out and cup her chin in his large hand.

"Come on babe, you know I can throw you around better than he can," Danny said smoothly.

Watching as she bit her lip and subtly clenched her thighs. She wanted him, and so did you.

Saying his name you called for their attention," Daniel. Would you be opposed to me joining your evening?" Silently you willed him to say yes.

"I wouldn't be opposed at all Joshua."

A large smile appears on all three of your faces.

Danny grabs Y/Ns hand and places his other low on your back guiding you both to the door.

"Let's go back to my place, yeah? Don't need Jakey knowing about any of the sinful things I plan on doing to you two," Danny cooed.

You locked eyes with your girlfriend who looked just as turned on as you were.

Watching in the backseat of his Jeep as Danny drove you saw her running her hand up the length of his muscular thigh getting closer and closer to the obvious tent in his jeans. Once Danny put the car in park he grabbed her wrist with one hand holding it still on his bulge,and brought her face to his with the other. Her soft jaw contrasting with his sharp one as they heatedly made out. The car was silent apart from the lewd sucking sounds,breathy moans, and your heavy breathing. Watching your partner kiss your childhood crush was doing something to you, feeling blood rush to your groin effectively making your cock hard. Your hand snaked its way to the crotch of your pants as you desperately palmed your erection. A small whine escaped your lips, and Danny broke the kiss turning his attention to you.

"Feeling a little left out Joshy?" Danny asked," come here."

Leaning forward in between the two front seats you felt his hot spit slicked lips capture your own. You couldn't help but tangle your fingers in his mane and tug gently, it was all you had wanted to do since he started that damn curl routine. Danny groaned into your mouth, the sound making your own cock twitch.

"Can we go inside now?" You heard your girlfriend ask. "I am so fucking turned on right now, I don't know how much more I can watch without taking my clothes off."

With that Danny opened his car door signally to us that it was indeed time to go inside.

The three of you beelined it to his bedroom, you and Y/N stood as Danny made himself comfortable on the mattress having already discarded his shirt. His eyes raked over the both of you, they were hungry and he looked intimidating. Very unlike his usual harmless teddy bear demeanor .

"Take your clothes off Josh." Danny commanded. Slowly you took off your necklace and t-shirt, folding them and setting them aside before unbuttoning your pants and sliding them and your underwear down your legs. Standing before him your cock bobbed and twitched sensitive to the cool air of his bedroom. Feeling oh so nervous you decided to try to take back a bit of your confidence. Strutting over to the bed, swinging your hips a bit in show, you went to grasp Danny's chin mirroring what he did to Y/N earlier.

" Baby boy, if you think you're going to have any control over me tonight you're going to be vastly mistaken." Danny scolded you before you could even open your mouth.

"Now sit down on the bed and play with that pretty cock of yours while I watch Y/N get undressed for me."

Quickly you got comfortable on his bed and wrapped a loose fist around yourself, slowly pumping. You were already wound so tight, so eager to get off. You knew tonight was going to be a battle of willpower to stave off your impending orgasm. Your eyes found your girlfriend taking her top off letting her breasts bounce, the metal bars through her nipples glinting in the low light made you squeeze your fist around your too hard member.

"Ahh, I remember those, I could see your cheeky little piercings through your bathing suit top the first day I met you. I remember being jealous of you,Josh." Danny retold," now Y/N sit up on the bed next to Josh. I want to have a taste of you both."

She got comfortable at your side, and intertwined your fingers together. She brought your hand up to her face and kissed it. You were busy looking at the excitement in her features as you felt bodyweight settle in between your legs. Turning your gaze down you thought you could cum right there just from witnessing your point of view. Hovering right above your red angry cock was Danny.

He crudely spit on two of his fingers before slipping them between your cheeks, rubbing your most sensitive orifice. Subconsciously you thrust your hips in the air, your cock begging for relief.

"Please Danny, I need it, I'm so hard. Please." Begging the beautiful boy above you.

Danny opened his mouth and brought it down on you. Groaning as you felt the warm wetness of his tongue swirling down your shaft. Shamelessly you whine and moan, toes curling as he sucked on your sensitive skin. Throbbing intensely as he timed his fingers with his tongue. He was hurtling you towards your orgasm.

"Danny, stop! I'm going to cum already if you don't stop."

Danny popped his lips off of your cock," If I let you cum now, do you think you can give me another one?"

Harshly swallowing you thought about it.

Y/N spoke up answering for you," He can. He will, right baby? You'll give Danny two orgasms."

Nodding your head furiously you agreed with her. Danny reattached himself to your cock, sucking you down greedily. You noticed he was rutting his own cock into the mattress as he worked you, turning your head you found your beautiful girlfriend with her fingers furiously shoved into her wet pussy. The wet squelching of her arousal as she finger fucked herself along with the wet sucking sounds Danny was making was becoming the tipping point of your orgasm.

" I - I'm cumming. Fuck, I'm cumming. Don't stop, God Danny don't stop."

Violently twitching your cock exploded down Danny's throat. He sucked you dry, as his tongue coaxed the entirety of your release into his mouth.

Cum drunk, he pulled off of you and your penis flopped onto your thigh with a wet thud.

"Your turn sweetie." Danny growled moving in between Y/Ns thick thighs.

*Y/N POV*

Leaning down you captured Danny's lips in your own. You could taste Josh's release on his tongue, it fueled your desire, turning you on even more. He ripped away from your kiss and pushed you back down onto the bed.

"I need to taste your pussy. Fuck you're so wet." Danny muttered from in between your thighs.

He licked a hot stripe from your anus to your clit before swirling the tip of his tongue around your sensitive bud. He pushed his large hands between your thighs, opening your legs wider for him to thoroughly eat you out. Ecstasy clouded your mind as he thrashed his mouth from side to side, licking everywhere as his nose nudged your clit.

"Fuck Danny, god I need to be fucked." You pleaded with him.

He got up on all fours," God, I am going to split you in two." Crawling over your frame you peered at his heavy cock. He was girthy and lengthy, and you had no doubts that he would split you in half.

He pulled your wide hips into his lap before slapping his hard cock on your clit teasing her.

Danny slowly pushed his way inside of you, aware that he was bigger than the cock you usually took.

Somewhat recovered from his orgasm Josh moved his way to kiss and lick at your chest while you got situated. As Josh lapped at your nipples you clenched around Danny letting him know it was time to start fucking you.

Rocking his hips into you it took him barely any effort to bottom out.

With the tip of his cock tapping your cervix you felt your orgasm start to overtake. Babbling incoherently with one hand gripped on Danny's forearm and the other gripped into Josh's hair you cried out as a squirt of liquid drenched Dannys stomach as he fucked you through your orgasm.

"Fuck, I knew you were going to be fun." Danny exclaimed, pulling out of you. He leaned over to whisper softly into Josh's ear as you recovered from your orgasm.

Josh came into your line of sight," You're doing so good baby. Are you ready for me?"

Looking down you saw his cock hard once again. Josh pulled a small stack of pillows down and told you to sit your ass down on them and lay back. With your hips elevated he grabbed his length and slid his tip through your wetness. Immediately you moaned at the feeling of his hot flesh slipping through your folds. Josh lined himself up with your entrance and pushed in, the angle he had your hips at made you feel gloriously full.

You knew Danny was somewhere behind Josh, from your limited view you could see a flash of dark curls now and again.

A pathetic sounding whine passed through Josh's lips, and you heard wet lapping noises. Feeling his cock twitching inside you,you realized that Danny was licking at Josh's hole while he was inside of you. A flush of arousal coated his length as you somehow got even more turned on. You heard the click of the top of a cap, and you watched from below as Josh's eyes screwed shut. His mouth hung slack and his cheeks were flushed red from the evening's activities. You felt Josh's hips gently press into your own, pumping into you, but it felt different than usual. You realized that Josh wasn't moving but Danny was. Danny was prepping him, finger fucking his hole.

"Do you feel good baby?" You asked him softly as your hand came up to caress his cheek.

"Incredible." He whispered back.

You saw Danny appear over his shoulder, kissing and sucking on his neck, "Do you think you're ready for me yet?"

"Yeah- yeah I'm ready."

Danny gently pushed on Josh's back so he was laying atop of your body.

As he nuzzled into your neck you locked eyes with Danny and a wicked grin formed on your face.

You watched Danny clench his jaw as he pushed into him.

"Relax baby." He said softly, running his hand down his back.

Josh's breath grew ragged and he took the massive intrusion.

"Please move." He whimpered into your neck. Pulling himself up off of your chest he repeated himself more surely," Danny, please move. I'm ready."

You felt Danny's hips push into his, effectively sliding his cock deeper into you.

"Fuck" you muttered.

After a few pumps the three of you found a rhythm. Sounds of skin slapping skin filled the room. You couldn't hold back; you were the personification of euphoria.

Your whole body was aflame, instinct, arousal,and pure sex courses through your veins.

"Fuck I'm cumming." You moaned out to the two men. Your pussy pulsed around Josh's cock before he groaned, filling you with hot sticky cum.

After a few more pumps Danny cried out that he was cumming as he filled Josh with his hot load.

Danny hissed as he pulled out of his tight heat, flopping onto the bed at your side. Josh mustered the last bit of strength he had remaining to pull out of you and lay down on your other side.

Comfortable silence filled the air as the three of you laid there blissed out. You felt love and comfort flowing through the room and you knew in that instant that it had to be replicated.

"We're doing this again right?" You spoke to both men.

"I'd be down for that. What about you Josh?" Danny asked.

"Oh, I'm so down to do that again." He replied sleepily from the crook of his arm.

Fin.

#gvf #danny gvf #jake gvf #josh gvf #josh kiszka #sam gvf #iced chai universe

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Hetalia - Yesterday (Nyo!DenEst)

A very belated submission for APH Estonia Week. Prompts used were Yesterday and Beach.

This fic was only supposed to be a brief 500-word ficlet. It turned into a 1.4K fic of Nyo!Denmark being a hopeless romantic. I've missed writing them so I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I had fun writing it. <3

If you prefer to read this on Ao3, please click the link here.

Summary: It was the final day of their brief holiday in Hiiumaa. Even though Estonia assures her that they will be back again soon, it's not enough. Denmark was tired of going home alone.

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The smell of coffee and waffles lured Denmark from the bedroom and into the kitchen.

Estonia’s index finger tapped against the granite countertop as she patiently waited for the final set of waffles to finish. One plate had already been completed and it had been left on the island counter behind her. Next to the plate was a cutting board with fresh strawberries, straight from her garden, that had already been sliced up in half. To the left side of the cutting board, there was a bottle of syrup, a cinnamon shaker, an open container of blueberries, and a stick of butter. The sound of a documentary on barn swallows could be faintly heard on the television in the living room.

Denmark used the moment to sneak up behind her and wrap her arms around Estonia’s waist. A loud yelp quickly turned into nervous laughter as Denmark pulled their bodies close and she nuzzled her face into Estonia’s neck. In comparison to Denmark, Estonia was already dressed for the day. She looked so cute dressed in a solid-coloured royal blue dress with a cropped black cardigan. Not a single strand of hair on her short bob haircut was out of place. She could faintly smell the lilac body spray off of Estonia’s skin. It was the same kind Denmark gave her as a birthday present a few months earlier.

“Don’t scare me like that!”

“Sorry,” she replied as she slipped in a quick kiss on Estonia’s cheek. Denmark could feel her lover’s tensions wash away as Estonia’s head fell back and onto Denmark’s left shoulder. Though the two women were close in height, Estonia was just a tad taller than her by only an inch or two.

“Did you sleep well?” Estonia asked.

“Always do. But why didn’t ya wake me earlier? I could have helped with breakfast.”

“I wanted to surprise you. Besides, I don’t think you would have appreciated me waking you up at six.”

Denmark groaned, “C’mon! We’re on vacation. There’s no need to get up that early.”

“Sorry but you know I’m an early bird! Six is the best time to be up.”

A loud buzzing noise interrupted the conversation. The waffles were finally finished.

Denmark was a tad disappointed to have Estonia break away from their quick embrace. But a surprise peck on her lips caught her off-guard. It was so unusual for Estonia to be this affectionate that it left her cheeks red and her head on cloud nine.

“I shouldn’t be much longer. Why don’t you get dressed? You must be cold with just a t-shirt and underwear on.”

She wasn’t wrong. Denmark was a little chilly. After all, she had just rolled out of bed the moment she caught the smell of Estonia’s cooking. Collecting herself, Denmark did as she was told, but not without stealing a blueberry from the open container while Estonia’s back was turned. Her eye caught the clock on the way out of the kitchen and noted that it was just after eight-thirty.

Denmark took no more than five minutes to get herself ready, wearing a simple red zip-up hoodie and matching red athletic shorts. She brushed up her pixie cut but skipped the makeup. She returned to the kitchen to see breakfast and coffee had been all laid out. Estonia was already seated across from her, enjoying a quick sip of her coffee. The smell of the cinnamon and the syrup made Denmark’s mouth water. She couldn’t wait to dig in.

Sunlight greeted the two women through white sheer curtains—a fitting end to their vacation. They mulled over their time in Hiiumaa. Estonia owned a vacation home on the island and they had been eagerly preparing their return here since the previous summer. Rain unfortunately put a damper on the majority of the vacation. But they made do with what they had. They hardly get to spend time together alone as a couple so a simple date night with dinner and a movie was all they needed to reconnect.

But yesterday had been perfect. Throughout the conversation, Denmark caught herself daydreaming about their time on the beach. She loved how perfect the warm sand felt between her feet. They rented out a small boat that fit just the two of them and rowed along a small portion of the coastline, with Estonia serving as her personal tour guide. Later in the evening, they swapped their swimwear for casual summer dresses to have a date night at a nearby restaurant. The staff knew Estonia well and were given the best seats they could offer—far enough that the two could have a private night to themselves, but close enough that they could still enjoy the local bands perform on stage. They stayed until the doors closed at midnight and they walked home hand-in-hand under skies where the sun never truly sets.

If only every day could be like yesterday.

“I know we have to head back to Tallinn today but is there enough time for one more walk on the beach?”

“I don’t see why not,” Estonia replied as she finished off the last few sips of her coffee. “We don’t have to board the ship until noon so we have plenty of time. It won’t be as warm as it was yesterday though.”

“That’s okay. I have you to keep me warm!”

Denmark was grinning from ear to ear and all Estonia could do was roll her eyes.

“Aw c’mon. I thought that was a good line.”

It really wasn’t. But she would never admit that she liked Denmark’s cheesy lines. The novelty would wear off quickly if she were allowed to slip them into every conversation.

Denmark hadn’t realized how hungry she was until she noticed Estonia still had half a waffle left and some fruit scattered around the plate. Their conversation had gone cold but neither seemed to mind. Estonia loved the peace and quiet. Denmark, meanwhile, was fixated on the scenery outside. Through the curtains, she could see the waves crashing against the shore in the distance. She shut her eyes and let her mind take her back to the beach once again. The two of them were alone and walking across the soft sand, wearing the same outfits as they were now. Before she knew it, Estonia slipped from her grasp, removed her white sandals, and made a run towards the sea. She ran far enough for the water to rise above her ankles. She lifted her dress just above her knees and began gliding her left foot across the water. Denmark watched with wonder as excitement built in her chest. Her movements were like a hypnotic dance meant for her eyes only.

Bright blue eyes met Estonia’s aqua-coloured ones. Her smile was enough to make Denmark melt in the sand.

Don’t just stand there! Come join me! The water’s perfect.

The sound of her laughter was music to Denmark’s ears. She dashed towards the sea where Estonia’s hand was reaching out to her, waiting patiently for her touch. At the moment where their hands met, Denmark’s eyes flew open at the sound of her name being called out to her.

“Taani—” She felt Estonia’s arms wrap around her shoulders. For a brief moment, Denmark felt slightly disoriented. She hadn’t expected that daydream to leave such a strong impact on both her mind and her heart.

“You don’t want to go home, do you?”

Coming down from the high, Denmark grabbed a hold of Estonia’s right hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. The action alone was all Estonia needed as an answer.

“This place is perfect. I wish I could stay here forever—with you.”

“We’ll be here again soon. Before we know it, it will be the end of July and we’ll be back here on vacation again, just like we planned.”

It wasn’t enough. She didn’t want to fly back to her home in the Copenhagen suburbs. She didn’t want to go to work where the paperwork piled high and meetings with leaders took up most of her day. She didn’t want the city life where the mornings and evenings felt empty.

No.

That way of life wasn’t for her. Denmark’s dream life was ripped from the pages of the novels she and Latvia gushed over. She wanted the country life with the big garden, the calm boat rides under the warm sun, the long drives to nowhere with the wind in her hair, and the early mornings and late nights where time stood still just for them.

She was tired of going home alone.

It was an unrealistic dream. But she wished it could be yesterday every day.

#APH Denmark #APH Estonia #HWS Denmark #HWS Estonia #DenEst #hetalia #nyotalia #apheeweek #Lilly's Writings

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There is No Unmarked Women

Some years ago I was at a small working conference of four women and eight men. Instead of concentrating on the discussion, I found myself looking at the three other women at the table, thinking how each had a different style and how each style was coherent.

One woman had dark brown hair in a classic style, a cross between Cleopatra and Plain Jane. The severity of her straight hair was softened by wavy bangs and ends that turned under. Because she was beautiful, the effect was more Cleopatra than plain.

The second woman was older, full of dignity and composure. Her hair was cut in a fashionable style that left her with only one eye, thanks to a side part that let a curtain of hair fall across half her face. As she looked down to read her prepared paper, the hair robbed her of bifocal vision and created a barrier between her and the listeners.

The third woman's hair was wild, a frosted blond avalanche falling over and beyond her shoulders. When she spoke she frequently tossed her head, calling attention to her hair and away from her lecture.

Then there was makeup. The first woman wore facial cover that made her skin smooth and pale, a black line under each eye and mascara that darkened already dark lashes. The second wore only a light gloss on her lips and a hint of shadow on her eyes.

The third had blue bands under her eyes, dark blue shadow, mascara, bright red lipstick and rouge; her fingernails flashed red.

I considered the clothes each woman had worn during the three days of the conference.

In the first case, man-tailored suits in primary colors with solid-color blouses.

In the second, casual but stylish black T-shirts, a floppy collarless jacket and baggy slacks or a skirt in neutral colors.

The third wore a sexy jump suit; a tight sleeveless jersey with tight yellow slacks; a dress with gaping armholes and an indulged tendency to fall off one shoulder.

Shoes? No. 1 wore string sandals with medium heels; No. 2, sensible, comfortable walking shoes; No. 3, pumps with spike heels.

You can fill in the jewelry, scarves, shawls, sweaters _ or lack of them.

As I amused myself finding coherence in these styles, I suddenly wondered why I was scrutinizing only the women. I scanned the eight men at the table. And then I knew why I wasn't studying them. The men's styles were unmarked.

The term "marked" is a staple of linguistic theory. It refers to the way language alters the base meaning of a word by adding a linguistic particle that has no meaning on its own.

The unmarked form of a word carries the meaning that goes without saying _ what you think of when you're not thinking anything special.

The unmarked tense of verbs in English is the present _ for example, visit. To indicate past, you mark the verb by adding ed to yield visited. For future, you add a word: will visit.

Nouns are presumed to be singular until marked for plural, typically by adding s or es, so visit becomes visits and dish becomes dishes.

The unmarked forms of most English words also convey "male." Being male is the unmarked case. Endings such as ess and ette mark words as "female." Unfortunately, they also tend to mark them for frivolousness. Would you feel safe entrusting your life to a doctorette?

Alfre Woodard, who was an Oscar nominee for Best Supporting Actress, says she identifies herself as an actor because "actresses worry about eyelashes and cellulite, and women who are actors worry about the characters we are playing."

Gender markers pick up extra meanings that reflect common associations with the female gender: not quite serious, often sexual.

Each of the women at the conference had to make decisions about hair, clothing, makeup and accessories, and each decision carried meaning. Every style available to us was marked.

The men in our group had made decisions too, but the range from which they chose was incomparably narrower. Men can choose styles that are marked, but they don't have to, and in this group none did. Unlike the women, they had the option of being unmarked.

Take the men's hair styles. There was no marine crew cut or oily longish hair falling into eyes, no asymmetrical, two-tiered construction to swirl over a bald top. One man was unabashedly bald; the others had hair of standard length, parted on one side, in natural shades of brown or gray or graying. Their hair obstructed no views, left little to toss or push back or run fingers through and, consequently, needed and attracted no attention.

A few men had beards. In a business setting, beards might be marked. In this academic gathering, they weren't. There could have been a cowboy shirt with string tie or a three-piece suit or a necklaced hippie in jeans. But there wasn't. All eight men wore brown or blue slacks and nondescript shirts of light colors.

No man wore sandals or boots; all their shoes were dark, closed, comfortable and flat. In short, unmarked.

Although no man wore makeup, you couldn't say the men didn't wear makeup in the sense that you could say a woman didn't wear makeup. For men, no makeup is unmarked.

I asked myself what style we women could have adopted that would have been unmarked, like the men's. The answer was none. There is no unmarked woman.

There is no woman's hair style that can be called standard, that says nothing about her.

The range of women's hair styles is staggering, but a woman whose hair has no particular style is perceived as not caring about how she looks, which can disqualify her for many positions and will subtly diminish her as a person in the eyes of some.

Women must choose between attractive shoes and comfortable shoes. When our group made an unexpected trek, the woman who wore flat, laced shoes arrived first. Last to arrive was the woman in spike heels, shoes in hand and a handful of men around her.

If a woman's clothing is tight or revealing (in other words, sexy), it sends a message _ an intended one of wanting to be attractive, but also a possibly unintended one of availability. If her clothes are not sexy, that too sends a message, lent meaning by the knowledge that they could have been.

There are thousands of cosmetic products from which women can choose and myriad ways of applying them. Yet no makeup at all is anything but unmarked. Some men see it as a hostile refusal to please them.

Women can't even fill out a form without telling stories about themselves. Most forms give four titles to choose from. "Mr." carries no meaning other than that the respondent is male.

But a woman who checks "Mrs." or "Miss" communicates not only whether she has been married but also whether she has conservative tastes in forms of address _ and probably other conservative values as well. Checking "Ms." declines to let on about marriage (checking "Mr." declines nothing since nothing was asked), but it also marks her as either liberated or rebellious, depending on the observer's attitudes and assumptions.

I sometimes try to duck these variously marked choices by giving my title as "Dr." _ and in so doing risk marking myself as either uppity (hence sarcastic responses such as "Excuse me!") or an overachiever (hence reactions of congratulatory surprise such as "Good for you!").

All married women's surnames are marked. If a woman takes her husband's name, she announces to the world that she is married and has traditional values. To some it will indicate that she is less herself, more identified by her husband's identity.

If she does not take her husband's name, this too is marked, seen as worthy of comment: She has done something; she has "kept her own name."

A man is never said to have "kept his own name" because it never occurs to anyone that he might have given it up. For him using his own name is unmarked.

A married woman who wants to have her cake and eat it too may use her surname plus his, with or without a hyphen. But this too announces her marital status and often results in a tongue-tying string.

Biological phenomena

I have never been inclined toward biological explanations of gender differences in language, but I was intrigued to see Ralph Fasold bring biological phenomena to bear on the question of linguistic marking in his book The Sociolinguistics of Language.

Fasold stresses that language and culture are particularly unfair in treating women as the marked case because biologically it is the male that is marked.

While two X chromosomes make a female, two Y chromosomes make nothing. Like the linguistic markers s, es or ess, the Y chromosome doesn't "mean" anything unless it is attached to a root form _ an X chromosome.

Developing this idea elsewhere, Fasold points out that girls are born with fully female bodies, while boys are born with modified female bodies. He invites men who doubt this to lift up their shirts and contemplate why they have nipples.

In his book, Fasold notes "a wide range of facts which demonstrates that female is the unmarked sex."

For example, he observes that there are a few species that produce only females such as the whiptail lizard. Thanks to parthenogenesis, they have no trouble having as many daughters as they like.

There are no species, however, that produce only males. This is no surprise, since any such species would become extinct in its first generation.

Fasold is also intrigued by species that produce individuals not involved in reproduction such as honeybees and leaf-cutter ants. Reproduction is handled by the queen and a relatively few males; the workers are sterile females.

"Since they do not reproduce," Fasold says, "there is no reason for them to be one sex or the other, so they default, so to speak, to female."

Fasold ends his discussion of these matters by pointing out that if language reflected biology, grammar books would direct us to use "she" to include males and females and "he" only for specifically male referents. But they don't.

They tell us that "he" means "he or she" and that "she" is used only if the referent is specifically female.

This use of "he" as the sex-indefinite pronoun is an innovation introduced into English by grammarians in the 18th and 19th centuries, according to Peter Muhlhausler and Rom Harre in Pronouns and People.

From at least about 1500, the correct sex-indefinite pronoun was "they," as it still is in casual spoken English. In other words, the female was declared by grammarians to be the marked case.

Gender and labels

Writing this article may mark me not as a writer, not as a linguist, not as an analyst of human behavior, but as a feminist _ which will have positive or negative, but in any case powerful, connotations for readers. Yet I doubt that anyone reading Ralph Fasold's book would put that label on him.

I discovered the markedness inherent in the very topic of gender after writing a book on differences in conversational style based on geographical region, ethnicity, class, age and gender.

When I was interviewed, the vast majority of journalists wanted to talk about the differences between women and men. While I thought I was simply describing what I observed _ something I had learned to do as a researcher _ merely mentioning women and men marked me as a feminist for some.

When I wrote a book devoted to gender differences in ways of speaking, I sent the manuscript to five male colleagues, asking them to alert me to any interpretation, phrasing or wording that might seem unfairly negative toward men.

Even so, when the book came out, I encountered responses such as that of the television talk-show host who, after interviewing me, turned to the audience and asked if they thought I was male-bashing.

Leaping upon a poor fellow who affably nodded in agreement, she made him stand and asked, "Did what she said accurately describe you?"

"Oh, yes," he answered. "That's me exactly."

"And what she said about women _ does that sound like your wife?"

"Oh yes," he responded. "That's her exactly."

"Then why do you think she's male-bashing?"

He answered, with disarming honesty, "Because she's a woman and she's saying things about men."

To say anything about women and men without marking oneself as either feminist or anti-feminist, male-basher or apologist for men seems as impossible for a woman as trying to get dressed in the morning without inviting interpretations of her character.

Sitting at the conference table musing on these matters, I felt sad to think that we women didn't have the freedom to be unmarked that the men sitting next to us had.

Some days you just want to get dressed and go about your business. But if you're a woman, you can't, because there is no unmarked woman.

There is No Unmarked Woman - Deborah Tannen, 1993

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thief remus / wolfstar AU (a snippet)

you’re a bandit like me,

eyes full of stars

hustling for the good life, never thought I’d meet you here

it could be love

- cowboy like me / t swift

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Of all the people who had ever received a rare, coveted invitation to visit the illustrious Grimmauld Estates, very few had actually seen the inside of the manor.

Lavish balls were thrown out on the sprawling open grounds. Tea parties took place in the rose garden. Business meetings were conducted over cigars and port in the pool house. Private rendezvous contained to the quaint (if quaint were synonymous with extravagantly fine) cottage, located just behind the tennis courts.

There were stories, of course, that circulated through the town of Godric’s Hollow, on what exactly the noble and most ancient House of Black kept tucked behind those wrought-iron doors.

Their toilets are diamond-encrusted and made of solid gold, was common to hear. I heard the housekeeper is one of the last Romanovs and being held captive, came one outlandish theory. The eldest son is an undercover agent for MI6 and earned his 00-status after saving the Queen from choking on a canapé, was popular with teenagers and elderly women alike.

In fact, the aforementioned eldest son and subsequent heir to the Black fortune, one Sirius Black, was the subject of a rather large majority of all rumors circling the family.

It was unsurprising. Sirius was gorgeous and refined, charming and intelligent; everything one might expect the son of billionaires to be. His clothes toed the line between cool and classic: collared shirts unbuttoned to his sternum, revealing the barest peak of swirling black ink. Trousers that clung to his body like several thousand pounds of custom, perfectly-tailored second skin.

Sirius had the kind of jaw and cheekbones others paid fortunes for, and his wide, quick-flashing grins made one want to spill all their deepest darkest secrets just for the chance to keep it on them a minute longer.

He handled the world's fervent attention as all would-be princes do: easily, and always manipulated in whatever way best served his current interests.

His interests which seemed, to one Remus Lupin, to primarily be aligned with pissing off his parents in every way manageable.

And he was quite successful at it, too, if the stories were to be believed. Everything ranging from drunken escapades in the Greek Isles that ended in marriage (and a very rushed annulment) to a fisherman's son, to Sirius very nearly tanking the family company's stock by publicly pledging a year's worth of revenue to local charities. Then there was an ill-advised incident in the bathroom stall of a club that led to Sirius being dubbed the ‘white powder prince of Slytherin Hills’ for all of two hours, before that particular story was killed entirely.

In any case, it was not superficial gossip but a very different sort of rumor that led to Minerva McGonagall procuring a – well...borrowed copy of Grimmauld’s blueprints and smoothing them down onto the table that night.

She tapped at the spot marking the small corner study on the second floor. “It’s in there,” she said, straightening her spectacles. “An Angel with Titus’ Features.”

“Allegedly,” Remus added doubtfully, frowning at the papers. “I’m still not convinced they’re really keeping a Nazi-stolen painting just lying around in their country home. They can’t be that callous.”

“I know,” Fabian agreed, peering over Remus’ shoulder. “You’d think a long-lost Rembrandt would at least warrant a featured spot in the Parisian chateau. Or maybe the penthouse in Singapore. Or even–”

“A vault in Switzerland would have been the most reasonable,” Remus muttered, cutting him off. He shook his head, pinching a corner of the blueprint between his fingers. The whispers of that different sort of rumor had only reached the ears of The Phoenix earlier the previous week, and he was still having a hard time believing it.

An Angel with Titus’ Features, Rembrandt van Rijn: Last seen in Paris, 1943.

Last seen, that was, until now.

The thing was, it wasn’t exactly a stretch. Once Hitler had been defeated, the spoils of war went, naturally, to the victors. Paintings and sculptures and priceless artifacts, all scattered across the continents and rewarded to only the most influential of Allies; original owners be damned.

So, really, one of Britain’s most powerful families getting ahold of this once-thought-lost antiquity was not a novel concept. And if Remus had learned anything in his years with The Phoenix, it was that there was nothing the unfathomably wealthy enjoyed possessing more than things that didn’t belong to them.

“Well, the Blacks have never been known for their reason,” replied McGonagall, then met his eyes knowingly. “And there is not much need for a vault when you have a fortress nearly as secure as the Tower of London.”

Which, alright, fair enough. The Blacks held the caliber of power and notoriety that necessitated a certain level of security. The kind of security that included state-of-the-art camera systems and hidden trip wires and full-time guards stationed across the property.

“Easy breezy for our dear Remus,” Fabian said, ruffling Remus’ curls. “A planning expert! The smartest in all of the lands! Hey, Minnie, did you ever hear about the time at the circus? Gid and I were trying to, er, liberate this elephant, right? And–”

Remus groaned, pressing the heel of palm into his eyes until he saw spots. “Please shut up.”

Surprisingly, he did.

It should have been laughable, really, to even consider trying to break into Grimmauld Estates. But McGonagall had taken him in, given him a place to call home after his mother died, and although she’d never made him feel as if he owed her anything, Remus knew that he would never stop trying to repay her anyway.

And it wouldn’t be his first time planning a way through security like that. It wouldn’t even be his first time planning a heist on that particular family.

But that train of thought just made Remus’ stomach churn. So he looked down, refocusing intently on the table, before the prickle of dread could settle low in his belly. He picked up the sparse pile of grainy, unfocused photographs of the property’s perimeter. It was less information than they were used to working with, but it would have to do.

“The main issue will be getting through the gate,” Remus said, biting his lip in thought. “From there, it should be simple enough. The cameras and guards are kept on patterned rotation, so that’s easy, it’s just – again – the main gate. But if you can get through there, the east-wing has a trellis that leads right up to the second floor,” he said, pointing it out to the others. “Fabian can cut through–”

But McGonagall was already shaking her head.

“Fine,” Remus conceded with a sigh. There was no gauging the stability of the trellis and neither of the Prewetts were exactly known for their delicateness. “Alice, then. She can make it easily–”

Again, McGonagall was in quick disagreement. “I’m afraid it must be you, Mr. Lupin,” she said. “There’s no other option.”

Remus stilled his bouncing leg and met her gaze incredulously. “He’ll recognize me in a second.”

“Yes,” McGonagall agreed solemnly, her eyes unreadable. “Yes, I do believe he will.”

Remus gripped the photograph in his hand so tightly it started to crinkle. “...But?” he asked, as calmly as he was able. He saw, from the corner of his eye, as Fabian grimaced and quickly bolted from the room.

“But it’s still going to be you.”

When no other information was forthcoming, Remus slumped in his chair and yanked on a loose curl. “Well, I suppose I can just pole-vault over the gates, hope I avoid electrocution, and then I can climb up the trellis–”

Remus almost wanted to laugh when McGonagall sternly shook her head again, but he was starting to feel a little frayed at the edges.

“Well, I’ve got no other ideas! If you’ve somehow obtained the ability to teleport, then by all means, let’s do that.”

“There won’t be any need for teleportation this time around, Mr. Lupin,” she said finally, lips twitching in faint amusement. “Luckily, I have a much simpler alternative for you.”

Remus grasped the card she handed him and froze. It was impossible to forge invitations to any and all of the Black’s events (he’d learned that lesson the hard way) as they were all sealed with the family crest that held inimitable coding to grant entry. A bit over-the-top, perhaps, but somewhat fitting for a family of tech conglomerates.

And there was Remus’ name, scrawled in perfect cursive, and that infamous green wax seal on the back. He blinked rapidly. “Where did you get this?”

McGonagall hesitated and then said, slowly, like she was choosing her words carefully: “It was gifted by—an invested party. The most important thing is that it will get you onto the property. The rest, unfortunately, will be up to you.”

Remus’ eyes flicked back to the table. The edge of a family picture, taken from a magazine spread years ago, was peeking out of one of the files. Sirius was in the middle of the photograph, arm thrown around his younger brother, standing tall and proud and grinning that famous grin.

He looked younger there, more like the time Remus had last seen him. Heat flooded his cheeks as he remembered how it felt to have those grey eyes trained on him, tracking him across the room. The low, sharp timbre of his voice when he’d eventually approached, the cutting edge of his wit.

Hours later, Remus had already been too far gone to see the hurt betrayal on that face. But he’d imagined it enough over the years. Many times.

Remus sighed, dragging a thumb across the looping scrawl of his invitation. “I suppose I’ll be needing a tux then.”

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hello! I have been painfully wordless for weeks, but my thief remus AU post from ages ago randomly got new notes, which reminded me it existed, so I’ve dragged this out of the drafts.

this is definitely a bit more ridiculous than I remembered, but I had fun so whatever! to be continued (probably) xoxo <3

#thief remus wip #wolfstar #tentatively titled 'the sweetest con' thx twsift #my writing

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yuzuwakano · 3 months

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Kurona Ranze isn't much taller, around 5’3. She has a bob and bangs that she cuts herself and two long strands on each side of her face that she ties into braids when she's bored of whatever you're saying. She has shark teeth and braces with blue rubber bands to fix her overbite. She has a collection of cat and slogan t-shirts and fun colored thigh high socks that get covered up by the same dark blue shark sweatshirt and pair of brown boots every day. She carries around the same plastic water bottle every day and goes on rants about overconsumption killing the ocean. She paints her nails with sharpies and pens and doesn't know how to use makeup but still carries around a bag of dollar store eyeshadow and clearance aisle lipstick. Her favorite movie is one that aired on television 9 years ago and her favorite song is one she heard in a grocery store one time. She doesn't understand poetry that doesn't rhyme but likes stories of women falling in love with someone that might be a man. She imagines that it's not.

Kurona Ranze likes a girl.

Kiyora Jin was a solid 5 foot tall. Her hair comes down to her mid back and she pins it back with too many hair clips. She treats her wine lipstick as blush and eyeshadow and her mascara as eyeliner. Her skirts all come down past her knees and she's been wearing the same pair of converse since her first year of highschool. Her bag is tearing at the seams and her oversized shirts are all hand me downs from her sisters. She has a red pen that she uses to draw up and down her arms, doodles of stars and swirls and intricate patterns she’ll never be able to recreate. She carries around the same poetry book everywhere, it's tattered at its corners and no one is sure where she got it but Kurona knows. She likes statues of dead people and her interpretive dance class. She's the most interesting person Kurona has ever met.

She doesn't talk but if she did Kurona would listen to her all day. Kurona knows her favorite colors and the difference between her favorite songs even though they all kind of sound the same. Kurona Ranze has memorized Kiyora Jin the way Kiyora Jin memorizes poetry. She sees Jin when she closes her eyes and holds her hand when they cross the street even though Ranze was about 80 percent sure Jin doesn't like girls. Was.

“I like you.”

“I like you too, Jinnie. You're my best friend.”

They were at the library again, it was the only place in 100 miles that they could get away from the howling jocks and laughing hyenas that called themselves their classmates. They were half whispering even though they were the only people on the floor. Jin was reading the same poetry book that she had last week and Ranze had found a new shark book on the kids floor.

“No.” Jin's eyebrows were furrowed as she tried to find the words that she was looking for. Her brain thought in the form of the poetry she memorized and songs she vaguely knew the names of. It's hard to make your own sentence when all of the puzzle pieces are too big. She was searching her catalog of death themed rhymes and cryptic rhythms for romance, a genre that she never ventured into.

“Like Romeo and Juliet.”

“I don't want to be Romeo and Juliet.”

Jin whipped her head around, confessing was risky but the rainbow bracelets and pink and orange pins on Ranzes backpack made her feel safe. It was on a whim but she had been confident that she was right. Had she miscalculated? Or was the problem not that she was a girl but that she was her.

“I want to be Virgina Wolf. You can be Vita Sackville-West. She was a poet like you.”

“You almost killed me.”

“Sorry, sorry.” They were laughing now, and though she didn't like poetry Ranze could write a million pages about the way Jin looks and sounds and feels in her hand when she laughs.

“I like-like you too.”

“Like-like,” Jin mirrored back.

“It's one way to say it, it's clunky, clunky. They don't use it in poems.” but she said it again. “Like-like.” She was memorizing it. Memorizing Ranze like a synth wave song and Edgar Allen Poe.

“We should get married.”

“I have dance class later.”

“Not now.” Ranze laughed again, for as literate as she was she could be a little air-headed, she had her head in books and that's where it stayed when she closed the pages. “Just in general, like later in life, later.”

“Oh.” Jin thought about it, she imagined a wedding in a cemetery and shark themed cupcakes. In her head she started a new poem about white tulle covered in mud and frayed at the end by sea creatures made of bones and love.

“I'll get us a dog, we can name it after a food.”

“Oreo.”

“Bagel.”

“I like bagels.”

“I know.”

#blue lock #bllk #kiyora jin #kurona ranze #blue lock ship #bllk ship

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bandydear · 3 months

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in terms of her music career (genre, level of fame) which artist is the closest to tlgbf nat?

That’s a really awesome question. Thank you for asking that!

Early stuff: pure punk

Mid career stuff: upbeat pop punk with a taste of ska

Later stuff: blues, folk, electronica. She gets a bit Radiohead with it.

Rock star persona-wise: She’s kind of an amalgamation of a number of artists. Her earlier career is more informed by Kathleen Hannah of Bikini Kill and Le Tigre, whereas in her mid career (the touring years) the band is more based on No Doubt and Save Ferris. There’s certainly elements of Courtney Love, PJ Harvey, Karen O, and Jenny Lewis as well. Some of the moments of addiction are more inspired by Florence Welch though (because I was listening to a lot of her albums while writing).

I think in terms of fame, Kathleen Hannah, Karen O or Jenny Lewis are the best comparisons. “But Dandy! Those are three different women!”

What I mean by that is: they’re all legends. They’re front women to beloved bands. Their music has topped year end and best of lists, and been used for soundtracks. All of this, and it’s hard to find them on a T-shirt.

I think Nat’s like that. Overlooked a little. Still beloved. Treated unfairly in the press in the aughts, with people revisiting that attitude now. She was never as famous as like, a Britney Spears type. But she had her moment in the sun, and her new album is on Pitchfork’s Top 50 of 2023. She’s gotten to age as an artist and keep creating. Anthony Fantano gave the new album “a solid seven point five”.

Here’s a playlist of a few songs that informed the musical arc:

#fanfic: tlgbf tlgbl #ask box #Yellowjackets fanfic

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omegawhiskers · 6 months

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Dynamite 26/10/23

A Gift for Sting

Dynamite opened up with a fired up MJF. We had appearances from Adam Cole (via phone), Roderick Strong and the Man in the Devil Mask.

The action began with MJF defending his Dynamite Diamond Ring against Juice Robinson. Juice received a vicious ass kicking outside and around the ring from the get to. The victory came for Max when the Gunns goofed up, giving the Champ enough time to slip the ring on and sock Juice in the jaw.

Post-Match saw a beatdown on MJF with Strong and The Kingdom making the save. Roddy stayed in his wheelchair while The Kingdom got easily discarded. But do not fear, The Acclaimed is here as they cleared the ring. The furious Gunns issued a challenge for the ROH Tag Team Titles at Full Gear. MJF takes the offer but wants a piece of all four members before the PPV. Next week it – in the main event – it will be The Bullet Club Gold ve. MJF and three partners of his choosing. Right away Roddy and The Kingdom as dismissed, followed by he Acclaimed. This begs the question, who will team with MJF? The pressure is stacked as Kenny Omega comes out and makes a challenge for the Triple B. MJF accepts the match for this Saturday on Collision. Later, Samoa Joe offered to team with MJF under one condition; that he is given a title shot.

Next was Hook teaming with RVD to take on the Dark Order’s Alex Reynolds and John Silver. There’s no clear direction for The Dark Order. The main idea is to shine the light on Hook and for RVD to help ignite the crowd.

Tony Schiavone in is the ring to give Sting a gift from Tony Khan. That gift is Ric Flair. I can't say I'm disappointed. I never expected Flair to be in an AEW ring to be honest. The Nature Boy says some very sweet words to Sting. Christian Cage, along with Luchasaurus and Nick Wayne came out and interrupted the feel-good moment. Christian destroyed Flair verbally and issues as challenge at Full Gear. The bout will be a 6-man tag team match. Fortunately, Flair won’t be fighting with Sting and Darby Allin. Later, both men try to recruit Adam Copeland who refuses to fight Christian. Sting attempts to talk some sense into Copeland. I do think Adam will join the fight at Full Gear, but I sense a heel turn.

Chris Jericho had a sit down interview. He vows to get revenge on Don Callis. Jericho states he has lots of friends and some of them are bigger than Will Hobbs. Who is the Ocho talking about? Paul Wight of course! Nah, that wouldn’t be it. Maybe it’s not size he is referring to but star power.

The ROH Trios Tag Team Titles were on the line as The Young Buck & Adam Page defended against The Hardy Boyz and Brother Zay. I’m not a fan of the ROH belts appearing on AEW. I don’t watch ROH, so I’m not following the journey of these belts. The Bucks and Hangman retained in a non-exciting bout. Before a celebration could begin, we cut to Swerve and Prince Nana breaking into Page’s home. Both men walk through the house. Swerve made his way Adam’s baby boy’s room. It was quite a uncomfortable moment as Strickland gifts the baby with his t-shirt. He vows that the baby will one day owe him something. This feud has become personal, and it must end in blood.

Hikaru Shida defended her AEW Women's title against Ruby Soho. Early on there was a botched cross body and from that point on the match never took off. There was a moment where I thought Soho was going to win, but that's as far as the drama took me. If the moves were tightened up, I think this would have been a solid bout. Toni Storm and her new butler, Luthor made an appearance on stage for an exchange of stares.

Orange Cassidy and Kazuchika Okada took on Bryan Danielson and Claudio Castagnoli in a very good main event. The crowd were behind Orange and Okada. The ending was odd tough. Bryan was left holding his face in a kayfabe injury while the BCC came to his aid. Things were getting tense as Hook and Best Friends came Oranges side.

Most of the show was setting up Full Gear and continuing stories. The wrestlers who ate the pins are kind of in purgatory. What do you do with The Hardyz, Ruby and Dark Order at this point?

#aew dynamite #aew mjf #orange cassidy #toni storm #adam copeland #sting #ric flair #chris jericho #hook aew #darby allin #the hardy boys #rvd #professional wrestling

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73 questions

on a scale of 1-10, how excited are you about life right now? solid 6, i am excited to live in norway for 5 months.

describe yourself in a hashtag? #wellshitok

if you could do a love scene with anyone, who would it be? timothee chalamet if it's a film that has the vibe of cmybn, but tom holland if it's a movie that is mainstream.

if your life was a musical, what would the marquee say? probably something like "don't worry!"

what’s one thing people don’t know about you? people don't know that i sleep with a baby blanket named blankey who is actually not a blanket i have had since i was a baby but actually the same type of blanket i had when i was 5. this is the third blanket i have had since then, she (yes she uses she/her pronouns) is from lands end (i buy a new one whenever she turns to literal threads). i got the one i sleep with now when i was 15.

what’s your wake up ritual? i don't really have one unless i'm like at camp or have class, then i will read in bed for a bit if i can, shower, drink a tea and eat breakfast, and brush my teeth last. i also like to listen to music.

what’s your go to bed ritual? i always wash my face and either shower or have a bath, then do skincare, take out contacts, brush teeth, put on lip balm, read in bed, then sleep.

what’s your favorite time of day? i love when the sun is setting.

your go to for having a good laugh? tiktok, or sonny with a chance or kim possible compilations.

dream country to visit? iceland or new zealand

what’s the biggest surprise you’ve ever had? that my dad who is slightly homophobic is actually into kinky gay sex and is a bottom.

heels or flats/sneakers? sneakers.

vintage or new? depends, i would say new for clothes because they don't make cute vintage clothes for fat women, but i love vintage cameras and furniture

who do you want to write your obituary? my best friend katie and if i die before her, my mom.

style icon? fictional? noora amelie sætre. irl? i love zendaya's style for the most part.

what are three things you cannot live without? my phone, my antidepressants, and something to read.

what’s one ingredient you put in everything? GARLIC but also love salt and pepper. i am very white.

what 3 people living or dead would you want to make dinner for? ummmm maybe like my grandma who i never met and or like isak valtersen, sana bakkoush and even bech næsheim from skam lmao.

what’s your biggest fear in life? feeling like my life is meaningless and i won't be rememebered.

window or aisle seat? used to be window, now it's aisle. i gotta pee!!

what’s your current tv obsession? haven't been watching tv AT ALL but i loved moon knight.

favorite app? tumblr or ao3 if that counts as an app, more of a website tho

secret talent? i am very flexible, and can do all three splits, and a perfect cartwheel.

most adventurous thing you’ve ever done in your life? i dated a girl in high school in a small town in the deep south

how would you define yourself in three words? determined, honest, lonely

favorite piece of clothing you own? rn it's a plain ribbed t-shirt from target

a must have clothing item that everyone should have? plain ribbed shirt and comfy high rise jeans

a superpower you would want? shape shifting

what’s inspiring you in life right now? to be transparent, i am simply existing for the most part. i do really want to graduate so i can move to nyc and try acting and not be in school for the first time in 15 years.

best piece of advice you’ve received? that it is okay to feel and show your emotions and that doesn't make you any less strong or capable.

best advice you’d give your teenage self? you won't feel this awful forever. i promise. also, don't let her hurt you over and over again. and lastly, just because you are in pain doesn't mean you have to force your anger and sadness and despair onto others, be kind.

a book everyone should read? i don't read as much as i used to, but i think a book/series that made me who i am is a series of unfortunate events by lemony snicket.

what would you like to be remembered for? i hope i'm remembered as someone who left the world better than it was in some way shape or form, even if it's trivial.

how do you define beauty? i think it depends on the person and what kind of beauty. i think there is no simple way to define beauty because it's so subjective.

what do you love most about your body? my eyes, they are a really pretty shade of blue with a gold ring around the pupil.

best way to take a rest/decompress? listen to music, read, lay in the pitch dark listening to music or city rain sounds

favorite place to view art? gonna be transparent i cannot look at art for more than like 30 seconds, so maybe a museum but i don't really view art :/

if your life was a song, what would the title be? liability by lorde.

if you could master one instrument, what would it be? piano, i played it growing up but stopped.

if you had a tattoo, where would it be? probably somewhere pretty hidden, maybe my ankle or the side of ribs?? idk

dolphins or koalas? koalas literally fuck dolphins

what’s your spirit animal? a platypus.

best gift you’ve ever received? probably my macbook, i use it a lot. idk i've never been given a super sentimental gift?? my friend recently gave me a really pretty drawing of me for my birthday though.

best gift you’ve given? horrible at gifts but got my dad a fancy speaker for christmas but little does he know it was 75% off.

what’s your favorite board game? don't really play them at all and never really have but i like chess

what’s your favorite color? baby pink

least favorite color? any bright colour. or like orange. or teal. i am picky.

diamond or pearls? pearls!!!

drugstore makeup or designer? mostly designer but the occasional drugstore product

blow-dry or air-dry? air-dry unless someone else is doing my hair

pilates or yoga? yoga

coffee or tea? tea, but if i need caffeine, coffee.

what’s the weirdest word in the english language? hippomonstrosesquippiedaliophobia.

dark chocolate or milk chocolate? milk but i'm not a huge chocolate gal

stairs or elevators? elevators

summer or winter? winter 4ever i hate sweating

you are stuck on an island, you can pick one food to eat forever without getting tired of it, what would you eat? probably something nutritious if we are being practical like salmon and quinoa but if we are being honest, steak and yorkshire pudding

a dessert you don’t like? super chocolatey stuff. or ice cream that is fruit flavoured. disgusting.

a skill you’re working on mastering?

best thing to happen to you today? the children went home and i get to drink tonight

worst thing to happen to you today? woke up at 7.30 am and had to spend time with children until they finally left at 12 pm

best compliment you’ve ever received? that i am determined and resilent.

favorite smell? christmas eve candle by yankee candle. smells like childhood.

hugs or kisses?

if you made a documentary, would it be about? a documentary about how internet culture and grooming affected girls born in the late 90's-early 2000's, like myself and so many of my friends did some crazy shit online as a kid.

last piece of content you consumed that made you cry?

lipstick or lipgloss? lipgloss!!

sweet or savory? savoury but i also love sweets

girl crush? zendaya, maybe margot robbie?? josefine frida pettersen is gorgeous

how do you know your in love? when you never get tired of being around them. like your social battery never runs out with them.

a song you can listen to on repeat? currently kjøre oss by marie ulven (girl in red before she was girl in red)

if you could switch lives with someone for a day, who would it be? probably a rich person who lives in nyc or canada or norway

what are you most excited for about this time in your life? moving to oslo in the fall!!

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