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mallory-x · 5 months

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Thank you @bazzybelle for the tag! I love getting tagged in things even if I don’t always remember to reblog them

Were you named after anyone?

I have the same name as my mum’s cousin but she says I’m not named after her. Apparently my mum just picked a name that she liked that she didn’t know anyone else had used for their child, and managed to predict one of the most popular girl’s names that year. By the time I was in upper sixth there were 12 of us in sixth form with the same name.

Do you have kids?

No. I have complicated feelings over it but I’m at a place now where I’m happy with being childfree. I’m in my mid 40s so it’s unlikely to happen even if I wanted it to now.

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Me? Sarcastic? Never!

(I have to warn new people that I’m a sarcastic bitch and to let me know if I go too far and I can tone it down a bit)

What's the first thing you notice about people?

If they need help/support. I used to think it was annoying that people would always approach me to ask directions or something, but now I’ve realised they approach me because I’ve made eye contact first. Now I’m older and more confident I go up to them if they’re looking lost and ask if I can help.

What's your eye colour?

Hazel. Predominantly brown with a dark limbic ring, and green around the iris.

Scary movie or happy ending?

Happy ending. I don’t like horror films (except vampire and werewolf ones, which don’t count). I can cope with a sad ending if it’s the noble, self-sacrificing type of sad ending. (Yes, the irony of this when I’m in the Sandman fandom, I’m well aware!)

Any special talents?

Appearing confident and organised when I’m really just anxiety, ADHD and autism in a trenchcoat.

What are your hobbies?

What I say my hobbies are: knitting, crochet, embroidery, reading, steampunk

What I spend my time doing: scrolling discord, Instagram, and tumblr, and reading smut on AO3, all while procrastinating any of about 16 craft and writing projects

Have any pets?

I have three cats - Giles, Willow, and Cordy (Cordelia). We did have five cats earlier this year, but we lost Charlie to heart failure in April and Spike to a car accident about six weeks ago.

What sport do you play/have you played?

I recently started learning Historical European Martial Arts (HEMA) - specifically 15th century German longsword. Hob Gadling would be proud!

How tall are you?

I tell people I’m 5’9” (1.75m) but I’m probably closer to 5’8” these days

Favourite subject at school?

Maths. Pure maths in particular is so elegant, it’s like poetry.

Dream job?

What I’m working towards: nurse practitioner in the emergency department

What I daydream about: running a little secondhand bookshop/cafe with lots of little nooks with sofas and armchairs to curl up in, regular groups coming in for crafting sessions or board gaming or toddler groups, hanging coffees for homeless people - a place that people feel welcome and want to come and hang out in.

Tagging @janimoon, @acanthoscurria, @shadowpuppet-storyteller, @zigzag-wanderer, @temve, @starlightervarda, @tryan-a-bex, @ginjones, @gabessquishytum, @paprotkarotka. No pressure of course

#mallory’s musings #tumblr tag game #tag game

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suffering-is-cute · 4 months

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I don't understand or remember you sometimes, and your soul is unfamiliar to mine, but we've shared the soup. Minestrone stains. Crumbs from that time I broke bread in bed. Tomato under a corner. We've shared the soup. Imprints of you in me.

why else would I write poems?

I forgive myself for wanting to love you so badly i lied about it. I forgive you for pretending to believe it. Distance will blur everything. You can fly now. Still, come back to see me sometime. I think you'll still miss me, so I'll meet you by the gate where the cornflowers, long grass, and thistles grow.

You can pick some of the miniature violets. You planted them, afterall.

I'll play you couplets and you'll read me cello. Maybe one day we can write a beautifully messy, entirely distracted script together and the notations will be written in soft black ink the colour of berries. I'll hum the tune under my breath when I'm alone at home and you'll play it on guitar on a bench at a bar on your holiday and when pressed for more information we'll tell the birds and the drunkards who hear that this is a song we wrote together to sing as a duet,

as a couple,

to an audience.

and when we meet again, when you come home, we'll turn our faces away from each other and pretend to have forgotten ever writing such a song whilst making pointed references to it and refusing to look at each other while trying not to mutter and whisper the lyrics under our breath.

And we'll get drunk on cooking alcohol in the kitchen while our German potato pancakes burn and curse out the local politicians with no lock on our door, the car engine revving outdoors, and the birds chirping at a twilight that seems entirely too rowdy for just the two of us in a house more like a barn with gaps in the wooden steel-banded door. You'll sit on the step and give me a long look and I'll stand in the doorway and fall over immediately, wobbly as a horrid

drunk, and you'll let me fall in the mud without catching me.

the mud will splash on you too and then, then you'll pull me up with one hand and drunk, you'll whine a soft growl into my ear and we'll giggle like kids, again - again, when the sun starts to set and we get inside to shower and sober. Sober, we might do something inexplicable. We might watch TV together with the fuzzy static on the channel and one of your hands on mine, the other holding up the remote as you surf focused through the channels, tilting your chin in concentration. I'll have my leg linked over yours and the other foot on the coffee table and we'll lean over each other to savour the only warmth we've had in a long time and sabotage our relationship.

whatever I have with you, I cherish it, even when I can't name it. Especially because I can't name it. I feel like what I have with you defies naming. And that makes me happy.

happier than I've been in a long time. Being with you helps.

inspired by @viverid 's poetry

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alintheshitposter · 3 months

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It is currently 4am in the morning, I can't sleep, so let's do this now. (Pretty sure I've done it before but this is simply going be the updated version🤪)

15 questions + 15 friends; I was tagged by @spezialgelagerte-rokokokokotte thanking youuu <3

It got quite long, so I'll put a cut here😅

1. Are you named after anyone?

No😊 (and I say this confidently because I named myself)

2. When was the last time you cried?

Two days ago, on my birthday (I was just a little emotional), but @maxwellshimbo was there to comfort me💚

3. Do you have kids?

Not of my own, no. And it's unlikely that is ever going to happen.

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

I did ballet as a kid but quickly got tired of it and started playing football, which I technically STILL play (it's been 84 14 years💀) but I am falling out of love with it. I used to do archery for like a year which I absolutely loved and hope to do again sometime! I'm in a club for lifeguarding (German peeps will probably have heard of DLRG👀) so I spent quite some time at the swimming pool as well. Though I am not as active in actual training anymore. And I did ballroom dancing for a while. Like standard and latin dances. My favourite was probably Cha Cha Cha and my least favourite was definitely Quickstep😵‍💫 it was fun tho! I danced with one of my best friends and I did the leading parts which made me feel kind of gender euphoric. I also like to go for a run every now and then but overall I'd consider myself a not so sporty person. I like to relax a lot🥴

5. Do you use sarcasm?

I cannot live without. It just comes naturally.

6. What is the first thing you notice about people?

Just the overall vibe I guess. And whether I like them or not.

7. What is your eye colour?

It says blue-grey on my ID but I've been told they're actually more green-ish and I kind of agree.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings. I don't like scary movies, I think they're ridiculous.

9. Any talents?

Hm. Well...my dad jokes are pretty good🤪 but apart from that...I guess I'm quite creative?🤷🏻 I speak 3 languages fluently? I can touch my tongue to my nose? Idk xD

10. Where were you born?

In some small town in northern Germany. Fellow Germans will probably know it for one (1) big tourist attraction but I'm not going to specify it here.

11. What are your hobbies?

I play theater. I play several musical instruments (bass, flute, ukulele, kalimba and some more but I'm not as good). I like taking pictures and editing them. Sometimes I write fanfic and/or poetry. And I like to relax in my bean bag🥴

12. Do you have any pets?

I have a cat but I haven't lived with her in 3 years. (Due to an allergy🤧 and me moving out of my parents' house.) I visit her from time to time tho!

13. How tall are you?

It used to be 1,68m on my ID but I recently had to renew it and now it says I'm 1,71m...I think I might actually be smaller than that though🥴

14. Favourite subject in school?

Always all the languages. Never any of the sciences. I loved music class as well. And all the school bands I played in. I miss that.

15. Dream job?

Please, that is the WORST question you could ask me right now😩 I feel a little lost. I'm currently studying to be a translator but is it what I really want? I don't know ;-; I miss working at the kindergarten lately. But I don't know if I'd wanna do that full time either. I'm so insecure and I hope I'll figure it out soon.

Phew. This took me almost an hour. Well. Let's see if I can fall asleep now. 1½ hours left until my alarm goes off. Good night😴

No pressure tags: @daughterofhecata @miaisreadytorun @bistdueinbaum

#alin answers tag games

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urtopia · 3 months

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Hey @alienshifter, thank you for the tag :)

1. Are you named after anyone? I was named Aaron because it is Elvis' second name. My grandma was excited: "Aaron?? Like Moses' brother??" and my parents: "Uuuhm.. Yeah, sure."

2. When was the last time you cried? Some weeks ago? I don`t remember

3. Do you have kids? Nö

4. What sports do you play/have you played? I have done Judo and swimming. Today I simply go the gym because I usually here you need to join a club for many sports and I am not really into this

5. Do you use sarcasm? Yes I do, with my friends and partner but I often don't really understand when other people are sarcastic 😄

6. What is the first thing you notice about people? The face and the way they talk, the way they dress. Not in a judgemental way. I just like to look at people :)

7. What’s your eye colour? Inside red-brown and green-brown on the outside

8. Scary movies or happy endings? Depends on my mood. I love scary stuff but I also love cartoons and wholesome movies/shows

9. Any talents? I play violin, I do origami, I can paint, draw, write, act and am learning a couple of languages. I'm pretty good at it.

10. Where were you born? In not quite the most beautiful country in the world: Germany

11. What are your hobbies? I have many hobbies: Knitting, making bracelets, origami, writing, drawing, singing and much more

12. Do you have any pets? No but I'd like to have a pet. My husband wants a cat and I think that would be great. My only problem is my allergy

13. How tall are you? 180 cm, no idea how much this is in inches..

14. Favorite subject in school? Arts, music and when we talked about poetry, I liked German too. Biology is also cool

15. Dream job? I'd like to have a café or just a place to serve the community. People can rent it for self-help groups, German and integration courses, private school lessons etc and give people a safe space when they need one

I know, many people don't like to be tagged or do things like this so... Feel free to answer these questions if you want

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lauranalanthalasa · 6 months

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I'm always up for some fun 😁

[TAG SOMEONE YOU WANT TO KNOW AND/OR SOME OF YOUR BESTIES]

favourite colour: I might have picked a definite answer when I was younger but as of now I've come to the conclusion that I like all colours. Would I paint my walls bright pink? Probably not. Would I wear a sunny yellow dress? Probably also no, because I have the skin colour of untoasted white bread and it would look absolutely awful. So it really depends what item is supposed to have a specific colour and what mood I'm in.

last song: something from my Good Omens playlist, apparently "All I Want" by Kodaline.

last movie: Spider-Man - No Way Home while being sick, but really only half-assed, scrolling tumblr and stuff while doing so. I only just realise, that I could have watched Venom - Let there be carnage instead, which I might have enjoyed more.

currently watching: Loki season 2 and Sex Education Season 4, I also want to watch The Fall Of The House Of Usher

other stuff I watched this year: The complete 5 seasons of The Dragon Prince, all of the 13th Doctor (was pushing this off the whole time but finally wanted to keep up to be prepared for the upcoming 60th Anniversary special), Good Omens season 2 of course (and rewatched seaosn 1), all 3 seasons of Staged (highly recommend for GO fans!), the final season of Disenchantment, the 3rd season of The Witcher (I'll most probably drop it now that Henry Cavill isn't playing Geralt anymore), Sandman season 1, Star Trek Picard season 3, The Mandalorian season 3, Shadow and Bone season 2 - man, I watched way more than I would have thought and I probably forgot something! What the Hell! Definitely watched some new season of Rick and Morty as well...

shows I dropped this year: I don't think I really dropped something this year but I didn't pick up The Boys again after season 1 yet. Just never was in the mood for it.

currently reading: Graham. Green - Doctor Fisher of Geneva or The Bomb Party and The Talisman by Stephen King and Peter Straub which I've started ages ago and got stuck somewhere in the middle. Next up: The Crow Road by Iain Banks.

currently listening to: my Good Omens playlist, here are some of my favourites

David Arnolds soundtrack for the 2nd season of Good Omens and the soundtrack for Oppenheimer by Ludwig Göransson.

currently working on: tidying my desk so I can see the surface again and don't have to shuffle books and stuff around to connect my laptop for work, convertig the old super small flat of my granny along with part of a barn to an actual house (well, kind of) to live in and fighting the German authorities for it (a flaming sword would be really handy right now), oh and trying to write a Good Omens post season 2 fanfic in English, which is not my native tongue, as well as having ideas for an original story I should probably write in German since that IS my first language, but it somehow frightens me even more.

current obsessions: Good Omens and everything connected to it, no competitors. The brain rot is real!

That was really fun! 😁

Thank you so much @theonevoice for tagging me in this.

I absolutely have to tag my internet friend (if I dare saying so) @turquoisedata as well as @demonic-mnemonic who's Good Omens content and especially poetry I enjoy very much.

#information about me nobody cares about #lmao #good omens fandom

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rcsplendent · 1 year

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❝ will i be known and loved ? little closer, close enough. ❞

☼☾ ( joe keery , 27 , he/him , cis man , 3rd youngest windsor ) - have you seen credence windsor? we’ve heard through the grapevine that they’re charming but also impetuous. when you think of them , you think of crisp linen sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a wolfish grin, and jokes always taken a bit too far.

parallels : steve harrington ( stranger things ), nick miller ( new girl ), eleanor ( the good place ), peter b. parker ( into the spiderverse )

BASIC INFO

FULL NAME: credence blakely windsor

AGE: twenty-seven

GENDER: cis male

PRONOUNS: he/him

ORIENTATION: what most people would call "aggressively bisexual," but he would call "generally unconcerned"

LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: fluently — english, french; minimal, due to laziness — spanish, german, italian

ACCENT: english

LABEL: the petulant; someone who is stubborn and brash, like a child.

APPEARANCE & PERSONALITY

FACE CLAIM: joe keery

HEIGHT: five feet, eleven inches

HAIR COLOUR: dark brown

EYE COLOUR: hazel

USUAL EXPRESSION: slightly smug, like he knows something you don’t

POSITIVE TRAITS: intelligent, outspoken, charming, thrill-seeking, articulate, witty, humorous, headstrong

NEGATIVE TRAITS: erratic, unpredictable, ostentatious, crude, vulgar, disrespectful to authority, unwilling to comply with most rules, lazy

FAMILY

FATHER: unnamed, deceased

MOTHER: queen dowager

SIBLING(S): king rhysand, queen defne ( sister-in-law ), 4 other siblings

THINGS TO KNOW

credence has an intense case of "middle child syndrome," in which he's not quite the youngest or the oldest and never really excelled in anything as a child, so he ... how to say it ... acted out quite a bit as a child ( and now, as an adult ).

when his brother took the throne, credence essentially gave up on trying too hard - his logic is, why keep up the royal act if he'll never end up as king ? he never wanted to be, anyways, so in his eyes, he's home-free for the rest of his life and he can do whatever he wants

he's very disillusioned by royal life and, because of that, has dedicated himself to being an absolute shit. he's constantly causing trouble and making his family look bad. ( and he'd never admit it, but it's not for no reason ... he's a little jealous, maybe, of his family who's able to get it right so easily; he feels like it's always been hard for him to follow all these rules and therefore, why even try? )

he's quite rude. like, not in a mean way, but he just doesn't care much for niceties. he's the kind of person to cuss profusely at a dinner table full of nobles and to laugh when everyone gasps.

despite being crude, he's a generally nice person, he swears! he just wants to have fun more than he wants to tend to his royal duties.

he is, aside from that, extremely intelligent, and has always done fine in his studies. he's particularly fond of reading and poetry; despite being quite crude in his everyday life, he's very articulate and has countless books of his own writing ( which he'd rather die than show anyone ).

he also loves archery, and horseback riding. he'll take any opportunity to go hunting.

he's a massive flirt. he's used to charming his way in and out of situations and getting what he wants !

he sleeps around a LOT. like, a LOT. it's egregious. and he's not ashamed of it either.

he's a deeply insecure person and lashes out when he feels like he's being threatened or questioned, even when he's not.

#francehq.intro #my boy !!!!#hmu for plots <3

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just-call-me-the-intrusive-thot · 3 years

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Why Scottish Logan is the Best Human AU for Logan

(An Essay by Me, the Scottish Logan Supplier)

Okay so I decided to finally make this post so let’s jump right on in.

Logan Sanders.

We know him, we love him, we wanna write him in our human AUs.

But man! Pinning down a nationality can be hard sometimes! Do you just make him a plain ol’ Floridian? Do you just spin a globe and choose that way?

Never fear, indecisive writers! I present to you all the reasons you should try making Logan Scottish in your fics and fanworks!

So, what can we turn to in canon that works with this read for Logan already?

1) Let’s start with the basics; his name. Logan.

As a Scot myself, I cannot tell you how quintessentially Scottish the name Logan is. I can right now list over 18 Logans I’ve met / known JUST in the course of my early school life.

The name origin is also, you guessed it, Scottish!

“Logan is a Scottish name that comes from the Gaelic word “lagan” or “lag,” which means “hollow”. The name itself means “Little Hollow”.“

(Side note: OWCH, the angst potential holy shit)

[For those who like Logicality among us, this also actually applies to Patton’s name too! It’s also of Scottish Origin!]

2) Logan canonically has an appreciation for poetry. And so do us Scots!

It’s a MASSIVE part of our culture and history, so much so there’s a position called The Scots Makar. The term originated as a term for bards and poets in the fifteenth and sixteenth centuries and was very recently revived to describe a government appointed poet.

Considering Logan HIMSELF has described himself as a bard (”I claimed to be the better bard / and I backed it up”), this point solidly applies to Logan.

Also to further the point, Scotland has a National Poetry Slam.

Please can you just imagine a story where Logan enters and obliterates the competition like he obliterated Roman’s weak rhymes? Legendary.

3) Our national animal is the Unicorn.

Listen, this one explains itself.

I mean,

C’mon. It’s right there.

4) Logan is canonically a Ravenclaw. (also obligatory Fuck JK Rowling, all my besties hate JK Rowling)

What does this have to do with my point? Rowena Ravenclaw was canonically Scottish. I know this isn’t necessarily ‘evidence‘, but it’s a fun little coincidence and I think it’s pretty cool when added to everything else.

5) Crofter’s Jam.

This is an odd point, but bear with me: a ‘crofter’ is a term for farmers who use the technique called Crofting.

And what is Crofting? “ Crofting is a form of land tenure and small-scale food production particular to the Scottish Highlands, the islands of Scotland, and formerly on the Isle of Man.”

There’s a lot of history in Scotland around Crofting and honestly tell me the idea of a Scottish Farmer Logan isn’t just the cutest thing.

[Side note: the term was originated in Germany and the founders of Crofters also got their start there from what I can see, so a fun lil side idea: Germanic-Celtic Logan.]

6) Logan swears the most of all the Sides.

Not so much in the main series, (though he DOES have his share of bleeped profanity), but in the outtakes Logan is the side that swears the most by a landslide. I can’t remember who made the one I first watched but there’s been a couple videos counting every instance and Logan comes out first for the most prone to profanity.

To be clear, I know a lot of you will be like “Isn’t that just a stereotype?!“ and if not written respectfully or used to make fun of the culture, then yes, that’s just being disrespectful.

However, from first hand I can tell you; profanity is a MASSIVE part of our culture. I don’t have time to go massively into it, but there’s a fantastic documentary called Scotland: Contains Strong Language that goes into the significance and culture around it. It’s just under an hour on YouTube and I highly recommend it.

Other smaller points that also help include:

- His colour being blue which is generally a colour applied to and connotative of Scotland (see: the Ravenclaw point again for an example)

- The many famous inventors from Scotland who I think we can all agree Logan would look up to and admire.

And just cool things that you can do with Logan being Scottish:

- Logan! Speaking! Scots Gaelic! Cannot tell you how cool it’d be to see Logan - and honestly more characters in general - speaking our language. Especially considering it’s very much an endangered language.

- FAE LOGAN AUS. Just imagine it.

- Logan getting to use the colourful clapbacks like you find on Scottish Twitter.

- Logan in a kilt. That’s all I need to say. This man would own it, lest we remember how gorgeous he looked in this;

- And a last point: it’d just be really, really cool to see more of our culture explored and learned about when explored through a character like this!

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I’ve no idea how to end this, so here’s my favourite Logan picture:

#logan sanders #sanders sides #sanders sides headcanons #tss headcanon #scottish logan sanders #logan #headcanons #when i say i love this headcanon #i mean that if say tomorrow #thomas sanders himself came to my house #knocked on my door #and told me this headcanon wasn't valid #i love that man but i would fight him in the street #for this headcanon #it means the world to me in every sense

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ballorawan740 · 3 years

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SCP Scenarios: When their kids swear at them (REQUESTED)

Requested by: @Astro_KeySimp

WARNING: Swearing (sorta)

Ok so I kinda made the reader into the child since don't remember if you wanted the reader to be a child or not, so if it wasn't to your liking, then I'm sorry, but I can make a separate version on where the reader isn't the child

It kinda became more of the SCPs and doctors being dads than their reaction to their kids swearing

SCP 073 (Cain)

Cain was walking around with you since you were bored and there wasn't anything to do

Being unaware of what some of the staff were saying, ye went over to grab you some food for later in case you got hungry

Once you both went back, he watched you play with some Legos and was talking as if it was your Lego friends talking to you

Cain looked away for just 10 seconds and heard you shout out "Wow! He said that her baby's such a bi-" which shocked him as he heard it

Cain looked around and made sure that nobody was around the room and was somewhat surprised that you was the one saying this

Being a good dad he is, Cain explained to you carefuly that you shouldn't say that word because it's bad

And being a sweet shy child, you obliged and stopped saying the word

Til this day, Cain had no idea about where and who you've heard the word from and is very much more self-aware

SCP 076-2 (Abel)

Abel is that type of dad who would teach you all the bad words and encourages you to say them

It's the researchers who had to teach you top not to say those words

One time, Dr Glass came in to examine you and had rewarded you as usual since you were so cooperative

You drew a picture of you and Abel talking in a garden with bright coloured flowers

Simon asked if he could see your drawing and saw that the conversation you and your dad had was those of swearing

This surprised Simon since you knew so many at such a young age but wasn't totally shocked since he knew that you were Abel's child

And knowing him, he wouldn't teach you to be nice, so Simon took the job as a mother hen and taught you to not use those words around people

SCP 999 (Tickle Monster)

Ok, so I'll keep this SCP short since I, again, don't know what I should write for this adorable, squicky, neon-orange, bubby blob

Another SCP who doesn't cuss

This adorable squishy boi here was about to have a heart attack when he heard you swear fir the first time

He had to ask you worryingly where you heard that phrase and you just said some guy wearing a white jacket

999 sighed knowing that you'll grow and couldn't do anything to stop it

He did, however, mention that you should try and avoid saying those things to anyone and that they'd most likely have a heart attack since you were his child and you won the genetic lottery for being the cutest and outgoing child in the world

The only other person who knew of this was Dr Glass (sucks to be him ngl, he do be a mother to everyone) and he had to help poor 999 with teaching you better words

SCP 682 (Hard to Destroy Reptile)

YAY! Another SCP who would teach their kid to swear

682 has such a dirty mouth like 076 and would 100% teach you all the words he knows

Similarly to what happened with Abel, you were taken for an interview with Dr Sophia Light since she was assigned to you

She's such a sweet and kind doctor to be around and would teach you anything and everything you would probably need to know all the while keeping an eye on you in case you become overly aggressive like 682

You were just eating some sweets Lights had given you for good behaviour and overheard some researchers swear

Remembering what your dad had taught you, you just repeated those curse words while clapping at your achievement

This had shocked Sophia and that researcher since you were known to be a moderately shy and quiet child who normally wouldn't say those things despite being 682's child

Sophia had to ask if you understood the meaning of those words and shook your head as an indicator for no

She had to carefully find her words and told you to never speak of those words again and took you back to 682's cell

You went and hugged your dad and told him that you learnt from the doctor that those curse words were bad and neither of you should say them

682 had a headache after that

SCP 049 (Plague Doctor)

I have a hard time thinking that 049 would teach his child to cuss and would avoid swearing in front of them at all cost

Like, he barely swears anyways but he wants to stay classy and sassy for his innocent child

Just like the other day, his kiddo, you, was curious about the whole surgery thingy he does on the dead bodies, so you asked him to teach you and so he did (like the good father we nevah had)

So you learnt some new, yet difficult, words (cuz we all have a nonexistent pea-sized brain) and somehow, you managed to fit in a curse word

This did surprise 049 as he had remembered that he didn't teach you those foul words

He had to give you a talk about using such words and you teared up since you thought that people used them to express their affection to others

Unsurprisingly, 049 took his sweet time looking for the guy who 'taught' you this and wanted to use him as a case study for your future lessons

SCP 035 (Possessive Mask)

Another parent with such an amazing influence on children

035 would teach and enable you to use swearing as a form of expression

So you were free to say whatever you want as long as they aren't directed to our mask here, especially if it's in a negative way

Otherwise, you'd be punished (No not like that! He'll just ground you from your favourite TV show/movie)

The researchers were surprised, not about you swearing, but how you use them through expression

Except for this poor guy who was new to the foundation and bumped into you by accident

This rookie found himself listening to you cursing like a sailor (maybe not that much but more or less on the same level as Samuel L Jackson)

Word got out and everybody laughed at the poor rookie and told him more about your background and how you love to swear (apparently swearing will prolong your life, so you'll basically be immortal here)

035 was impressed by the whole ordeal and rewarded you with more shows to watch whenever you're both free

SCP 105 (Iris)

Iris would accidentally swear in front of you and whenever she realises it, she would tell you to not swear at people since it wasn't very nice

So she would use words to replace the swearing like "oh fudging hell not now" and "no sugar honey ice tea"

The foundation felt that it was slightly unnecessary but went with it anyways

They'd even go as far as saying that it's ridiculous, but who are they to judge?

Iris was your mother and she's a single mum too, so she felt the need to be overly beating but would occasionally let you decide on your own since you were only 12

The foundation members did tell her that you will eventually grow and more of these words will be used but she just hesitates

As a teen, you did begin to use foul words more often and Iris would argue about how you're using them, especially towards her, your own mother

Needless to say, you both felt bad and made up

SCP 106 (Old Man)

Now this old man right here doesn't exactly speak, or at least very rarely

And if he does, he'll most likely be talking to you or the foundation staff if he needed some help finding you

He'll most likely be able to understand what the researchers are saying, even if they aren't speaking English

My own personal hc is that 106 understands English, German, Spanish, French, Chinese, Arabic and Indonesian and probably many others

Every now and again, somebody would come in and teach you new words and give other lessons like maths and poetry (our favourite)

You came back home to tell him all the things you've learnt as he watched you in awe as he braided your hair

You've even used some new phrases, including swear words while talking and 106 was pretty impressed

I feel that he's quite neutral with swear words since words are words and are used as a form of verbal communication

So I don't think they'll be much change in his behaviour to whether you're swearing or not

SCP 096 (Shy Guy)

Now with 096, all he does is scream

So basically, somebody else would have to teach you some words

It's not to say that 096 is a dumb animalistic creature with no soul and just kills people who look at his face

He isn't stupid since he manages to find anyone who looked at his face from the other side of the globe

And he seems to understand what the researchers are saying, or at least on a more intermediate to moderate level

You'll learn about swear words from the other researchers, whether they'll be teaching it to you intentionally or you've overheard them

The foundation could really care less, but would at least prefer that you chill a bit if you got carried away

096 would act all cheery when you learn more new things as it's not like the foundation would let him out anyway, so he'll be living the outside world life from you (How relatable, but more with babysitting and dating, cuz I'm too pretty for anyone to date XD)

Like with 106, I don't think 096 would have any special reaction towards swearing, but would probably be screaming internally for a bit since he knows that it isn't a nice word

Dr Jack bright

This mf right here is one of those parents who would be kind but firm

Bright would most definitely give in to your curiosity and teach you whatever you want to learn but would warn you of the dangers

Depending on what it is, he would even go as far as giving you your own personal guard who would stay with you and train you

And unfortunately, this guard has such a foul mouth, so you're constantly exposed to such words

Luckily for the both of you, Jack Bright doesn't really care about swearing as long as you're not being extremely inappropriate if you were to work

He would even joke around with you sometimes and would even start the conversation with swearing

For instance, he'd just surprise you with a "Yeet his mf outta my sheithole"

And yes, you did laugh at his antics

Some would even say that you're an exact clone of him but more stable (for now)

Well, Bright is an amazing dad, but I'd say just below Dr Glass

Or maybe even on par with him

Like Bright is a goofy dad that has all the terrible dad jokes and Glass would be the type of dad to look out for his kid

Dr Simon Glass

Dr Glass would most definitely avoid using swear words, especially if you were under 15

Even if you were over 15, he'd still avoid swearing unless he wants to make a joke or 2

So most of the time, you'd learn all the swearing from other people and SCPs

Sometimes you would swear by accident and Glass would just look at you, slightly disappointed

I'd say he doesn't exactly care about you swearing per see, but would rather you avoid it

It's cuz Simon is the best dad a dad could ever dad and nobody could prove me wrong here

He's also one of the top best dads compared to the others on the list

He's basically your best friend so he'd let you vent and its the 1 time he'd let you swear to show your emotions

Simon would 100% know your thoughts and behaviour

He's just that good at reading people, especially you - almost to the point where people would say he's an SCP cuz I swear he's just empathic and telepathic

As mentioned before, Glass would be the type of dad to care for your mental health

It's not that the others don't, it's just that Glass is a top their God of Psychology and would come to you before you even know you have depression

He would even crack a joke sometimes

So every so often, he would shout out "LANGUAGE!!!" from across the room before you could even bat an eye and say anything

Dr Alto Clef

Another top tier dad, but swearing addition

Your godfather would literally be Jack Bright

Then it's Kondraki and Glass

He would let you swear on a daily basis and would join you

Sometimes you be looking at your Oppas/Noonas and be like: "Oh fxxk me!" and Clef, who's in the next room, be like: "Yeah, fxxk me too!" (Yes but no sis! No incest pls!)

Other times, you would be in the same room as Clef and Bright and you'd join them in being chaotic

And poor Kondraki is just there at the back trying to do his work peacefully

One time, Kondraki had to grab a Simon Glass to help stop the chaotic trio

And OML did it end so well

You were easy to manage tbh, with the exception of you swearing

Clef and Bright would most definitely encourage you to swear more

Especially Clef since he does have a twisted sense of humour

Dr Benjamin Kondraki

Kondraki is totally the type of person who would tell their kid to mind their own language

But he secretly doesn't care and his child knows it

His style of parenting is similar to Simon's

And yes, Simon is your #1 godfather/uncle

You'd go to him for emotional support since Kondraki sucks at that

Sometimes you'd swear at him and he'd get mad though

So yeah, running to Glass is a wonderful idea

And we all know that Kondraki doesn't mean what he said

He's just extremely introverted, but he's rather sensible - Usually...

Anyways, he would ask Simon on tips and advice on how to get you to stop swearing so much and he just gave Benjamin a parenting book (Like fr guys, let Glass have some rest, he's tired of babysitting over 100 dozens of pets in the zoo and all the other babies who work in it)

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chromatic-lamina · 2 years

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just the things i like, 1030 spoilers (kid, law, marco, other stuff)

Drake and Apoo not out of the game is fun

And, genius, Oda. I did not think of this. Kinemon’s detached lower half

lets us know that this dude is still alive too:

As does Apoo also being alive, but more importantly:

O-Kiku, my beloved. BUT what I really like are our two sexy geriatric dudes (though mere whippersnappers on the OP timeline) here:

Marco, looking fine there, man. And Izou’s doing alright (blasting away). Guess Marco got his strength back a few chapters ago. And well, if Kawamatsu’s your thing.

Of course Kanjuro (his character is fascinating. Like the emptiest of vessels is the evilest of conductors?) decides to just send everything to a burning hell in a hand basket (at Orochi’s behest).

BUT

I really love Marco above (oh, and Yamato runs through the castle like a pretty fox wolf), but come on KidLaw Nation!

Now, y’all know that I’m MarcoLaw, first and foremost, and I’m also strongly ZoLaw, but right now Oda is playing into KidLaw lando, and I’m not adverse to it.

Also, it was Law’s sloppy workmanship that saved Kin’emon. Ah, so our perfectionist head canons (one I don’t really share, but I can see where it comes from), aren’t always backed up by the official release (surprise). Guess he might have been a bit tired after the events of Punk Hazard. (Edit in: it has been pointed out that Kin is either shifting the blame here from himself or the Strawhats :-))

And let’s not forget these scary dudes on the move:

Although Brook and Robin have their own brand of fear too. Wonder why the colour of the arrow changes to grey. Anyway. That’s my arrow over CP0′s heads. Not part of the scans.

BUT BUT BUT Marco is absolutely fine. And Killer copped a beating last chapter only for this to happen:

BUT never fear, because Law and Kid

had a secret flashback tête-à-tête (and as if I know where all the accents go. Thank you, dictionary).

FIRST, they test their abilities out or have conversations about them on the by and by (or in the midst of battle). [Maybe this exchange went on while Momo ripped up the castle floors).

SECOND, Law is willing to DIE for his man. (Now, I don’t recommend this. And ZoLaw is my bigger ship, BUT, Oda’s toying with you, guys...).

I mean, KidLaw is the original ship with this dude. Let’s keep going. I’m just going to put the coloured pages in, and I’ll put the link in the comments, cos you know how tumblr gets about links.

Kid’s is the same. SO, both of these guys are at death’s door right now, which doesn’t bode well. BUT, they’re not exactly doing it for each other (well, I might argue that Law’s doing it for Kid), but they’re definitely working as a team. And I want to know about these Awakening conversations the supernova have.

Like, what if people confused it for a fundamental religious gathering and there’s all these guys (and one gal) sitting in a room showing their party tricks and trying to get to the next level. It could be like a poetry slam, and about as interesting. The next one to take the mic! No Luffy! Put the mic back. You’re not literally meant to take it.

Anyway, not only do we get insight into their power and their awakened power, looks like Big Mom is in trouble.

The translator’s note says that the kana says ‘wille’ where it says ‘wave’ above. German for ‘will’. I’m guessing that Brad there is a mistranslation of ‘Brat’, although it could be the way that Big Mom is speaking. (It has been pointed out, probably effects of the anaesthesia or the attack in general).

And:

LOVE. “Don’t tell me what to do.” Law’s taking care of his man, and his man’s relying on him to do so. Only he’s not doing it fast enough. BUT, maybe they did hit their limit. I’ve got a feeling that a mythical Japanese Wolf might cushion their fall.

Who said Kid wasn’t a team player? Maybe it’s only when Luffy and Apoo (and Hawkins) are the choices.

Also, the castle is on fire. Kanjuro added fuel to the fire. And there’s a bunch of explosives in the cellar, or basement or wherever. And it’s bound to crash into the flower capital in a matter of minutes?

Got a kinda meta out there on the possibilities of meanings for kroom (if it’s kept in the official translation). Will link later.

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ratinthedeadhouse · 3 years

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Forbidden Love

My heart is devoted to the one I shouldn’t love...

Fyodor x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Trying to keep it fluff.

"... A demon you say?" You question with hesitation, pale face bearing a frown as you try to put all the puzzles together. "That man is the super ability user and a terrorist that Yokohama is so desperate to catch? The very man, I spent countless evenings going to museums and libraries with? The very man with his astonishing diamond brain had helped me solve several murder cases?"

Silence settled between you and other Special Division Forces agents who glared at you with fear or utter confusion.

Nobody knew of your accidental connection with Fyodor Dostoevsky, or simply known as Demon Fyodor, and it sure was a surprise to you when your (e/c) eyes noticed a familiar face on all the screens and papers in the office with a screaming title: 'Wanted Criminal. Terrorist. Fyodor Dostoevsky. Highest rank ability user. Ability unknown.'

You honestly had no idea who the mysterious slender man was when you first met him at the museum. He looked charmingly tired, sharp purple eyes looked deeply into your soul while you both stood, rather awkwardly, near a woodblock painting that depicted the suffering of young children and women. Their weak bodies engulfed by flames, others were drowning in the peaceful veil of water. Despite the horrible scenario the colours united in harmony making you both stare at it for longer than you should have.

"The choice of the colour pallet... It mocks their suffering" you stated after a while, rather talking to yourself but hoping, subconsciously, that a curious stranger with a funny white hat would respond to your comment. To your amusement he did.

"Mhm," he nodded at first, pinching his chin like philosophers do while thinking and then slowly added: "Maybe the painter wanted to tell us that not all sufferings are recognizable at first glance. I noticed when walking up to the painting, the bright colours made me think of happiness and kindness, however, now that we stand closer to it we see that their very souls are in terrible agony" Fyodor's voice was soft like moonlight rays with a gentle touch of a foreign accent.

"I suppose... It depicts life itself. We never know how much one suffers due to the façade they’re putting" you said with a sad smile. At this very moment you looked delightful, Fyodor found a strange pleasure in watching your serious face merging into a saddened frown. And oh, he did it on purpose. He could've chosen a less explicit interpretation of the absurd painting but in his calculated mind he knew that this version would strike you the most... And he was right.

You still didn't move from the tiny painting, twirling a strand of your silky, (h/c) hair around your finger, beautiful eyes glued to the painting but your thoughts wandered far away.

It took one glance from Fyodor to understand your entire being, no matter how complicated you think of yourself - to him you are an open book, and he could not resist the urge to live the faint mark on one of those innocent, white pages.

“I apologize if my interpretations upset you, miss...” started Fyodor with a polite smile curving upon his frail face, but was interrupted by your sudden enthusiastic reply:

“Oh, please don’t apologize. One is a fool if they are not moved or hurt by art” your voice was gentle and soft and Fyodor couldn’t help but love your words.

Perhaps you two were more similar than he thought at first. In any case, enchanted by your watchful careful eyes, your smile and graceful movements of your hands, your speech and voice - he couldn’t just let you go like that, out of his sight.

A man tilted his head sideways a little, looking pleasantly amused, letting his dark locks fall upon his cheek, gently. “It seems that I found a charming lady who shares a similar view on things with me” something bittersweet hid in his words but it didn’t matter to you.

With a small, delightful laugh you move your right hand forward: “My name is, (y/n). A pleasure to meet you”

Expecting a handshake you watched as the man in a long dark cape came closer, gently grabbed your pale small hand and softly kissed the back of your hand;

“A beautiful name for a beautiful lady” he murmured watching how your pupils dilate. “My name is Fyodor. Would you agree to spend the rest of the evening in my company?”

Walking around with a stranger whom you’ve just met seemed like a ridiculous idea... But you felt safe around him, although his eyes were dark as a bottomless well, you agreed but made a promise to yourself to stay on guard. However, he cast away all your suspicions in just a few hours.

You became good friends, discussing ancient Myths and modern poetry embarked on philosophical journeys sitting in the dim corner of the library simply enjoying the presence of each other. He even played his cello for you under the mocking bright moon. His words and the depths of thought sometimes caught you off guard however, you were able to track his line of thoughts and in return challenged him with your endless and charming affection.

Fyodor never learnt what the word love truly meant. He could explain its psychological and physiological effect but never experienced it himself. He was in absolute control over his feelings and that is why he felt confused when you would meet him with a bright, loving smile that changed into a slightly concerned frown when you noticed dark eye-bags on his face. Why did you notice it? Why did you care? Who gave you the power to capture his heart so suddenly and so... wrongly?

For the first time in a long while, Dostoevsky felt as if he made a dreadful mistake. At first, he thought of you as a pawn. Easy to move and easy to get rid of. But you reminded him of himself... yet you were so much better! Despite your intellect and wittiness, you had a warm, loving heart, that even accepted a demon like him. It all changed when you finally opened up to him about your placement of work. That’s when he realised how forbidden your relationship would be. Soon you would find out anyway about his identity, his goals and... it would wound you. Deeply.

Soon he stopped coming to the museum where you two would usually meet. You remember that day. You took his favourite tea from the shop and held it in your cold hands while the hot drink burnt your fingers.

‘He will never come again’

You felt as if you lost a piece of your heart. But you never cried about it and kept all the memories of the mysterious man named Fyodor close to your heart, or rather what was left of your heart.

But now it all makes sense. The puzzle is complete. You stand in the room full of your colleagues who proceed to glare at you in silent amusement and your heart leapt in ecstasy. The adrenaline rushed through your blood as your cheeks turned red - you felt like the main character of your own story, engaged in a forbidden relationship with the demon himself.

You didn’t care about the consequences but on entering the Special Prison for the restrained Ability Users, shadows of doubt crept within your heart.

“Please wait here, ma’am. You sure you want to interrogate him?”

“Yes”

“In terms of emergency, we won’t be able to assist you immediately... ”

“I understand”

The heavy door was shut behind you, a metal desk was drilled into the floor and so were the chairs. No windows - just solid rock walls that reminded you of a medieval dungeon, except there were no cracks at all. Finally, you heard footsteps and another door before you was opened.

“Good afternoon, Fyodor,” you said in a strict tone trying to hide your excitement as much as you could.

His lilac eyes widened in surprise, thin lips parted as he watched you right there before him. In his head, he tried to process why you came out of your way to see him? Did he not abandon you back then? Did you not realise what a hateful creature he was?

“(Y/n)... Why are you here?” he questioned curiously.

You were now completely alone in the interrogation - underground cell. He watched you come closer to him with a soft smile looking with kindness into his soulless eyes...

“Why, you ask? Because I love you. That is the only concept you failed to fully understand. Monsters have hearts as well, they just need to learn how to love” words fell softly from your rosy lips while Fyodor closed his eyes and chuckled to himself.

“Talking to you is pure joy (y/n)! Love is the ultimate atonement of all human sins. Even a Devil needs someone to love him at the end of his immortal life...“

“... Angels did fight for Faust’s soul at the end, despite all his reckless deeds” you added referencing the work of a German poet, Goethe.

Fyodor sighed. He reached his slender cold hand towards you and you grabbed it without hesitation.

“Will you be... my angel, (y/n)?”

You nodded raising your bright eyes at him. A soft kiss was placed upon your forehead before he hugged you letting you bury your face in his shoulder. You were like a blooming flower in his deadly grip... but he would never hurt you. Ever.

People say the forbidden fruit is sweet... But is it so for the forbidden love that burns like fire?

lmao part 2 is gonna be saddddd (if I get the motivation to even write it)

#bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs fyodor #fyodor bsd #fyodor imagines #fyodor dostoevsky bsd #fyodor x reader #bsd dostoevsky #bsd imagines #bsd fanfic #fyodor fluff #fyodor fanfic #bsd reader #fyodor x y/n #bsd y/n #we stan the rat lord

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Im an unfortunate soul who once spoke a little German but generally sucks at it and I adore your particular use of it (if that makes sense).. Any poems / songs / books and even films you would recommend to someone attempting to re-learn it (and fall in love with it again)?

Sweetheart, I'm so honoured by this ask, thank you so much!!

books — I think the best way to go when it comes to improving your reading skills is to read books aimed at a younger audience, since the sentence structures are easier etc. Michael Ende (i.e.Momo, the Neverending Story) and Cornelia Funke (i.e. Inkheart, Lord of the Thieves, Reckless, the little Werewolf and MANY more) are really wonderful writers and I adore their use of the language and their vibrant imagination. Also Otfried Preußler's Krabat is an all-time favourite of mine :')

~🌹~

poems — This had to be short simply because there's SO much to choose from, but these are some favourites.

Heinrich Heine (Altes Kaminstück), (Belsatzar (the Rembrandt painting which inspired this one is SO wonderful as well!)), Die Lore-Ley.

Eichendorff (Mondnacht)

Goethe (Der Erlkönig)

For a more modern touch, try Berthold Brecht or Rainer Maria Rilke. Mascha Kaleko, Christian Morgenstern. There's also Dada or expressionist poetry which is both SUCH fun! (if, one has to say, mostly grim. No fun decadence for us, only sweet-flowery romanticism, dry wit or dripping-daring-exploding-decaying doom. I'm awfully sorry, I tried to keep this very short, but German poetry is FUN!)

~🌹~

films — M, eine Stadt sucht einen Mörder (1931) is subtitled on youtube. The Berlin accents are thick at times, but it might just be an enjoyable little break from studying.

Also, there are a number of the iconic fairy tale films available on youtube, as I just found out? The old czech ones (like the iconic 3 Haselnüsse für Aschenbrödel, which I will count even if it's not German simply because it's so hyped) as well as some newer ones (like Die Sechs Schwäne, which I always liked for the atmosphere, the clear-cool colours). and I'm not saying those are masterpieces of television...but they're fun and cute.

Apart from that, Babylon Berlin should be on Netflix, I think. It's a crime drama set in the 1920s and arguably one of the best shows we've produced lately. The dub is awful, though, I really recommend the German with subtitles, if you can get your hands on that.

~🌹~

songs — It's very difficult to summarise the entirety of German music, so here are just some examples. I feel like Germans are very touchy-feely with their music, just as we are with our poetry. Also no, I didn't stop listening to music in 2015, why do you ask 😔

Indie Bands: AnnenMayKantereit (21, 22,23), Von Wegen Lisbeth (Meine Kneipe), Wanda (Columbo)

the kitschy, nostalgia drenched stuff I personally like when I'm in that type of mood: Clueso (Gewinner), Tim Bendzko (Nur noch kurz die Welt retten), Annet Louisan (Die Katze)

Hip-Hop(esque) (this is mostly older stuff, sorry x): Seed (Ding. Not particularly impressive text-wise, maybe. but cmon. a classic.), Peter Fox (Schwarz zu Blau), Fantastischen Vier (Einfach Sein), Shaban & Käptn Peng (Sie mögen sich - honestly this one feels strangely intense to me still), Deichkind (Selber machen lassen - that's more of a joke. Which is to say: they have some very fun stuff, but this song is a compilation of some of the big names in german music ca.2015. it's fun to watch, fun to listen to since it shows how different German can sound, and, as it happens, it's how I found out about my favourite German band, which brings me to -)

~🌹~

Bilderbuch, another band I absolutely adore. Their album Schick Schock has been my sound of the summer for 6 years in a row now and their use of the German language just never fails to amaze me. Admittedly, I love the pre-2018 stuff most, but I still listen to their new music now and then. Anyhow -

(Two example songs and my thoughts in an enthusiastic monologue/analysis below)

For example (I've been burning up to talk about this, I'm sorry), the opening lines of Maschin - "Als wir uns zum ersten Mal begegnet...sind / und Schuppen von den Augen geregnet --" (When we met for the first time / and scales rained from the eyes). The brief pause after the begegnet that leads to the sind leads us to believe that there will be a sind after geregnet, too. And grammatically speaking, there has to be. But he doesn't sing it, so we are suspended in mid air for a second, breathless. And apart from that, the saying usually goes "es fällt Dir wie Schuppen von den Augen", "it falls like scales from your eyes", to indicate that something that you should've noticed before suddenly becomes clear to you. Falling, not raining. But here, it seems that you? me? everyone? we were all so blind up until the very moment we met, when things didn't just fall, they crashed into place. Scales didn't fall, they rained from eyes. our eyes? mine? yours? Just the eyes, in general. And while this first line exhibits the joy with which they play with the language, the very next line brings forth another element of theirs, a vibrant, image-heavy language - "Willst du meine Frau werden / Kauf ich uns ein Haus aus Gold und Perlmutt", The first sentence could both be read as "If you want to become my wife --" and "do you want to become my wife?", and then - "I'll buy us a house made from gold and mother of pearls". Oh, I could SCREAM. It's so lavish, it fits so well with the scales that fell from our eyes. I love it. Same with the opening lines of one of their older songs, Karibische Träume, another favourite of mine: "Und am meisten liebst du wenn der Mond heller scheint / so wie du ihn aus Gedichten kennst", "And you love it most when the moon shines brighter / like you know him from poems" — I don’t know how to express what he’s saying in a translation of the words he’s saying but the meaning is that she learned how brightly the moon shines in poems, the concept of a brightly shining moon is familiar to her through poetry. How lavish, how dreamy!!! I know this is an ESSAY but I truly think about their music so often. And I understand that their sound might not be for everyone, but I had to mention it. The Schick Schock Album truly is iconic.

#I’m so sorry about the late reply #bad connection deleted a finished draft of this and I had to rewrite it #I feel like I could've focused a lot more on poetry with this but I got SO side tracked w the music #also girlies.......this really had me deep diving into the classics. Mr Wichtig...Ey DJ...we're getting more ridiculous as the night goes o #- on. but tbh they both still go hard? anyhow.#I do listen to a lot of hip hop. it was difficult to differentiate between 'the text is interesting' and 'it sounds great' though #either way. I'm going to bed but I WILL listen to Kitsch about 20 times first.

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parusahontas · 2 years

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I was tagged by @maliksiarmanaz thank you 💕💕💕💕

rules: tag 9 people you want to catch up with or get to know better

favourite colour: blue (from dark blue to sea green, love all of them) and purple

last song: Henry Lee by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds ft. PJ Harvey (coming in town soon yeyy)

last movie: Tick Tick Boom. (can't get out of my head for a second since I watched it, despite freshly entering my twenties I already feel that "mid life crisis" thing and the movie is so accurate, of course the writer's block....)

currently reading: a nice little collection of German poetry

sweet, savoury, or spicy: I would rather spicy but not like hot spicy, like spice spicy

currently working on: studying the uni exam for the second time so I don't have enough time to finish my fics and this is also the reason why I'm not active (until summer)

I’m tagging @fablewolf44 @weirdponytail @emyy250 and whoever wants to do it! ❤

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britishboystm · 3 years

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Photographs (Tom Blake)

Warnings: fluff, slight angst

Word Count: 1432

A/N: idea from @blueeyedheizer 🥰🥰🥰

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It was too close a call. They had barely made it out alive. Ringing in the ears from the explosion and the sudden change to the bright outside caused discomfort for the two young lance corporals.

Once the ringing subdued for Tom, he was met with the sounds of Will choking. Dust most likely from being buried alive underneath the German bunker they had just passed through.

Catching his breath, Tom turned to Will to check on him.

“Here.” Was all he spoke while handing over his petrol can of water. Without even a single word of gratitude, Will snatched the bottle and poured the water in his mouth, immediately spitting it out after to get rid of the taste of rubble. Then he used the last little bit to clear his vision.

“Thank you.” He gasped out while weakly handing it back to the younger soldier.

Tom took back the empty bottle with slight irritation, having no clue when they may come across clean water again on their long journey. As he went to place the bottle back in his harnessed satchel, he felt as though something was missing. His breath caught in his throat as he grabbed the casing to reveal it was empty.

“No, no, no!” He yells suddenly. Will jumps slightly at Tom's sporadic outburst.

“What?”

“My photograph, it’s missing!” He cries out, still looking inside the case, desperately hoping that the photo in question would magically reappear in its original spot.

“What photograph?” Will was getting slightly irritated. This mission was so crucial and time was of the essence, but here they were standing around as Tom panics about a piece of film.

“Of Y/N, it was the only photo I had of her when I left. I need that photo Will.” This was astonishing. Will had yet to see Tom be so vulnerable and sad. Of course he now understood how important this photograph was. Tom really only talked about three things- his family, his dog and you, but mostly you.

You were a muse for Tom, a motivator. You were the main reason Tom needed to come out of this war alive. He had promised he would marry you when he returned and by god he would never break a promise.

“Tom, I’m sure it’s around but we really don’t have the time.” Tom had already turned around and was speed walking towards the collapsed bunker.

He planted himself in a random spot amongst the destruction and began sifting through the rock and wood panels left behind.

“Tom.” Will said sternly. All he received in return was Tom speeding up his actions in a more frantic way. Sobbing was then added to the mix.

“Tom!” Will now yells, marching over and grabbing Tom by the arms.

“No, get off me! I need to find it!” Tom resisted heavily against Will as he tried to lead him away from the disaster.

“Tom we need to get to your brother.” Tom stopped and fell to his hands and knees, sobbing like no tomorrow.

“I can’t lose her Will.” He whimpers as his tears mix with the grey powdered rock beneath him.

“Tom we have to keep walking.” Tom stayed silent for a moment, regaining his composure and letting out a couple sniffles before standing up and dusting himself off,

“Let’s get to your brother yeah?” Will says grabbing Tom's shoulder and leading him away from where your photo was buried deep, never to be retrieved.

As they continued to walk, Tom visualized you in that photo. How your hair was pinned up in a messy bun, strands of hair slightly falling down from the up-do in different places. The dress you wore was a mixture of white and light blue lace and since it had been taken for your birthday, the necklace Tom had got you sat gently on your exposed upper chest.

Then after taking a hold of that image in his mind, Tom began repeating the words you had written on the back to himself;

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of being and ideal grace.

I love thee to the level of every day’s

Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.

Come home to me Thomas

Always yours,

Y/N

You had bought him a book of poetry a couple years back and whenever he could he would read ‘How do I love Thee,’ by Elizabeth Barrett Browning to you underneath both your favourite cherry tree on his farm.

The importance of trying to remember how you looked in that photo as well as the words you had written down was almost impossible to explain. Tom had a bad feeling that if he were to die in this war, it would mean he wouldn’t ever see you again. Having that photo in his head would allow him to fill his mind with you as his final thought.

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You sat on the porch impatiently causing loud creaking on the stairs from your leg bouncing. Tom would come home today. You had longed to hold and kiss him after these 2 long agonizing years of separation. It was close to unbearable.

Myrtle laid at your feet as the puppies played in the grass not far from where you were. The cool November air nipped at you causing you to tug your knitted shawl tighter around your upper body.

The smell of a roast beef dinner wafted out from the kitchen window. Iris had missed her boys so much and this was her unique way of expressing her excitement and happiness. This was a ugly war, and you were just so grateful Tom was able to get out of there alive.

It felt like eternity. The sun was now setting, allowing oranges and pinks to fill your vision. Any cloud that sat in the atmosphere was tinted the same colour as the sunset as well. Because the sun was now falling behind the horizon, any heat that would have kept you at a somewhat comfortable temperature had disappeared. Myrtle and the puppies had all huddled up into your lap and around you, also feeling the coolness. But they waited, almost as though they knew Tom was coming.

You had been too preoccupied scratching behind Myrtles ear that you didn’t hear the heavy footsteps walking up the driveway. The crunch of the gravel alerted Myrtle and her head shot up, admitting a loud bark as she jumped away from your side and down to the two men approaching. You looked up to see a tired Tom and Joe bend down to greet the hyperactive dog as she jumped at their legs. The puppies had tried to follow their mom, allowing their tiny legs to carry them as quickly as they could.

Your shawl fell down your shoulders as your breath caught in your throat. Your stomach was holding a circus as you let out a scream,

“Tom!” You bolted down the steps and sprinted down to meet them. Tom’s eyes diverted from the labrador and gave you a beaming smile, starting his run in your direction. Meeting halfway you jumped into his arms, wrapping your legs around his torso. He let out a content laugh as you grabbed his face in your hands.

“Oh Tom.” You swooned as you sprinkled every single part of his face with kisses. He placed you down and grabbed your face as well, taking in your features.

“Just like the picture.” He whispered while using his thumb to wipe a tear away from your flushed cheek. You didn’t know what he was talking about but you didn’t care. You were just happy to see him again. You then bite your lip before slowly going in for another deep and intimate kiss.

“Nice to see you too Y/N.” Joe chuckled jokingly as both you and Tom stayed preoccupied with expressing your love for one another.

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