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ptolemaeacles · 9 months

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♡ being hazel callahan’s cheerleader gf hcs

pairing: hazel callahan x cheerleader!reader

synopsis: what it’s like dating hazel (post huntington fight)

notes: unofficial part two to this !! if you guys have anything to add, feel free to hop into my inbox or comment, i love interacting with you guys !!

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after the huntington fight, she finally took you out on a date. she completely wracked her brain for days trying to find the best place to take you.

most likely, asked josie where she would take isabel since the four of you seemed to be parallels of each other (nerdy, loser lesbian and her super hot, preppy gf)

going back to the first date though, i would imagine she took you to an arcade or maybe a diner (like josie and isabel were at). and of course she shyly asked you if that’s what you wanted.

hazel and you were sat in your english, making usual conversation since the both of you had finished your work. hazel realized it was probably a good time to ask you about that date.

“so i wanted to ask you, um, about the date. i know it’s been a few days and i’ve been planning it but what do you think about the diner? you know, after school, you can pick the day if you’d like, or if you changed your mind, we can just not go at all, it depends on you-”

“haze,” you stopped her with a soft smile and putting your hand on top of hers, “i’d love to go to a diner. that’s perfect. and tomorrow is good with me if it’s good with you!”

hazel sheepishly smiled back at you.

“yeah, it’s good with me.” she murmured.

after the third or fourth date, she wanted to pop the “will you be my girlfriend” speech badly. she wanted it to be romantic but not cheesy, heartfelt but not corny, cute but not cliche. god she was over thinking this like a motherfucker.

and to her surprise, you popped the question before her.

hazel was lounging on the loveseat in the corner of your room while you were sitting cross legged on your bed. the both of you had decided to study at your house after school. (not much studying was done so far. often getting distracted by making out with each other. so much so, the two of you had realized that nearly an hour had passed which resulted in hazel moving to the loveseat so the two of you could get some actual studying done.)

“so did you divide both sides by 6 or by 4? i don’t get that part.” hazel lifted her gaze from her notebook to you, who was already looking at her.

you decided to just blurt it out.

“haze,” she hummed in response, “do you want to be my girlfriend?”

hazel felt her mouth go dry. she really did want to be the one to ask you but it was so much hotter that you asked her.

“yeah, uh, yes, fuck, i’d love to.” she exclaimed.

now onto the actual BEING hazel’s gf (i love to over explain things, sorry)

hazel’s love language is definitely physical touch or gifting-giving. not super into pda but will put her arm around your shoulders or a hand on your lower back when you’re walking. if she’s feeling risqué, then an arm around your waist.

no matter how long you guys have been dating, she still gets nervous around you. doesn’t matter if you woke up with horrid morning breath, messy bed head, and/or a puffy face, she’d still look at you starstruck, as if you held the entire world in your palms. she’s a hopeless woman in love.

she does have a lot of money (probably one of those kids who refuses to say she’s rich, she calls herself “comfortable” …..) but she loves to make gifts for you. i can see her being into welding or wood workshop. (not sure if all schools have these types of classes, i’m american soooo)

100% makes wooden sculptures or welding a ring with the both of your initials on the inside. she made a wooden sculpture of the two of you holding hands (you nearly cried when she gave it to you)

very big music lover. listens to divorced dad rock. pearl jam, metallica, nirvana, etc. probably a minor swiftie (really obsessed with folklore and evermore but not a big fan of her other albums) definitely listens to boygenius (she listens to ‘leonard cohen’ and thinks of you). likes r&b/rap from time to time. (frank ocean, mac miller, a bit of tyler the creator.) oh and some 80s r&b like sade. her playlist is very diverse to say the least.

not really a gf headcanon but she’s definitely got some irregular allergies. strawberries, i would say. walnuts too.

PLAYS GUITAR. both acoustic and electric, she's interested in drums too and she tried learning how to play but it was too loud for her so she quit. writes songs for you but you would never get her to perform them or even show you in a million years.

LOVESSSSSS to nap and cuddle with you. a lot of the time, she invites you to her house under the guise of “studying”. you’ll be grabbing your backpack ready to pull out your english homework and she’s grabbing her blanket and asking you to just lay in her bed with her for “5 minutes”. you guys end up falling asleep (exactly like she planned) and wasted 2 hours. it was worth it.

“okay so i think we should start with our english homework because we need to brainstorm for the ess-“ you opened your bag, ready to study with your girlfriend.

“we can do that later, babe,” hazel grabbed your bag and set it on the ground, “aren’t you tired? i mean you walked all around campus, which is huge, might i add-“

“not really-“

“doesn’t matter. we should lay down and rest a bit so we can have clear minds, and we’ll be ready to study.” hazel had already kicked off her shoes and crawled into her bed, lifting her blanket and silently asking you to lay down with her.

“only a few minutes, okay, and then we have to get to work.” you breathily chuckeld, not impressed with your girlfriend’s antics.

hazel giggled and ushered you under her blanket, wrapping her arm tightly around your waist and tucking your head in the crook of her neck.

you knew what her plan was but she was too cute to say no to.

#hazel callahan #hazel callahan x reader #hazel callahan imagine #hazel bottoms #hazel callahan fanfiction

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evermore-grimoire · 1 year

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The Evermore Grimoire: Mutants

Kitty Pryde is a Jewish mutant with versatile phasing abilities which allows her to move through solid matter. After her powers first manifested, she was approached both by Emma Frost ‘the White Queen’ of the Hellfire Club, and the X-Men, a mutant superhero group. Realising Emma had vile intentions as she captured and tortured the X-Men, Kitty demonstrated immense bravery and freed the X-Men. As Sprite, she became the X-Men's youngest member by enrolling at the ‘Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.’ Proving to be a controversial but invigorating addition to the team, Pryde had her life completely guided by her tenure with the X-Men, who also became her second family. After being brainwashed by the sword master known as Ogun, Pryde connected herself with darker aspects of her soul, adopting the codename Shadowcat for years. She was also a founding member of the British-based mutant team known as Excalibur, experiencing an exceptional adolescence, by growing up as a superhero. As an adult, she returned to the X-Men and, as a mutant superhero, she had a great impact in the world, such as sacrificing her freedom to save Earth, becoming the headmistress of the Xavier's School, and even leading the X-Men.

#MarvelEdit #MarvelDaily #Marvel Comics #XMenEdit #X-Men #Kitty Pryde #Shadowcat #Mutants #My Edit

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glcive · 5 months

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juno’s 270 follower celebration

hiii omg this is insane!! i cant believe there are 100 more of you within like a month?? i am so grateful to every one of you, i never thought that people would like me this much?? i hope we all have a wonderful 2024!!

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edit: tysm for the requests everyone!! i love doing them all for you <33 if i don't get to them immediately im very sorry, if you see me online/posting im usually on my phone and i prefer to do the requests on my laptop, so i promise i will get to your request eventually!!!! ily

simulation swarm - ill make you a moodboard (can be based off of you, an emoji, vibe, or anything)

all we know - ill make you a playlist (can be based off of you, an emoji, vibe, or anything)

your best american girl - ill tell you a song, album and artist that reminds me of you

play destroy - ill write a little paragraph on things i associate you with

sadness as a gift - ill make you a small drawing/sketch of a character or person

vampire empire - ill shuffle my music and give you my favourite lyric from that song

lust for life - i design you an outfit using pinterest

lovers rock - i design you a room using pinterest

thats what you get - i guess what you look like based on your vibes

margaret - i give you advice for an issue you have

gibson girl - ill plan my dream holiday id go on with you (mutuals only)

anti-curse - i do a simplified celtic cross tarot reading for you (mutuals only)

17250 - i make you a (relatively small) pinterest board (can be based off of you, an emoji, vibe or anything) (mutuals only)

rules

followers and mutuals only

please send these via an ask!! it makes things easier for me :)

end date is february 29th

as i go back to school early feb it might take a little bit for me to respond, but i will get to your request eventually!!

max of two per ask!! but there’s no limit to how many you can do in total

i might not know the character you want me to draw/make a playlist or moodboard of, in that case ill let you know and you can request something different :)

have fun!! and thank you again for this <333

inspired by @svnflowermoon and @dandelions-fly-in-summer-skies ahaha i basically just stole most of these from you two sorryyy <333

beautiful dividers by @chachachannah and @saradika-graphics

mutuals!! sorry if i missed you :(( lmk you want to be added or removed from this list!! @zzzzzzzzzee @dandelions-fly-in-summer-skies @literatureisdying @tellme-o-muse @recklessandyoung @crowgenius @imswimmingback @strawberryloveyyy @syzygy-yzygy @svnflowermoon @ineedibuprofen @august-taylors-version @a-portal-to-nowhere @qwerty-keysmash @judeisthedude @wastedonthesebutterflies @skeelly @trying-to-be-cool-abt-it @bookscorpion73 @mandythedino @personifiedgoldenretriever @notatypicalhumanatall @isitoversnowtvs @stopurlosingme @evermore-4-life @aaalixaf @evazlana @giveuthemo0n @leaskisses444 @justalunaticfangirl

#juno's 270 celebration #<- everything to do with this celebration will be tagged!!#intro post #<- you can find my intro post here #juno.txt #asks #beautiful mutuals #them tag <33 #anon #tag game #ask bait #spotify #<- nav tags!! check out my intro post to see what they mean :)

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scotianostra · 1 year

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Charles Hamilton Sorley was born in Aberdeen on May 19th 1895, he became a soldier and lay dead in a field in France in his 20th year.

The son of a William Ritchie Sorley, a professor of moral philosophy, Charles was a precocious and academically gifted child. The family moved to Cambridge when he was five, and Sorley attended King’s College choir school and Marlborough College, with some study in Germany. He began publishing poetry in the school journal and won a scholarship to University College, Oxford. Sorley was in Germany in 1914 when World War I broke out, and he was interned for one night in prison at Trier.

Making his way back home, he enlisted in the Army and served in the trenches in France. Sorley was killed in action near Hulloch during the Battle of Loos, on 13th October 1915, shot in the head by a sniper. His last poem, When You See Millions of the Mouthless Dead, was found in his kitbag, it is a heart-breaking piece of prose, and I admit the first time I read it in 2012 it brought a tear to my eye.

A collection of Sorley’s poetry was published posthumously as Marlborough and other Poems and went through six editions in the first year. Because of his time in Germany, Sorley’s attitude toward the war was deeply conflicted from its start. His small body of poetry is ambivalent, ironic, and profound. Sorley has been described as “one of the three poets of importance killed during the war,” the others being Wilfred Owen and Isaac Rosenberg. His other works include The Collected Poems of Charles Hamilton Sorley.

Millions of the Mouthless Dead.

When you see millions of the mouthless dead Across your dreams in pale battalions go, Say not soft things as other men have said, That you’ll remember. For you need not so. Give them not praise. For, deaf, how should they know It is not curses heaped on each gashed head? Nor tears. Their blind eyes see not your tears flow. Nor honour. It is easy to be dead. Say only this, “They are dead.” Then add thereto, “Yet many a better one has died before.” Then, scanning all the o'ercrowded mass, should you Perceive one face that you loved heretofore, It is a spook. None wears the face you knew. Great death has made all his for evermore.

#scotland #scottish #soldier #poet #war poet #lest we forget #history #world war one

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hanyjar · 1 year

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the magnum opus and the muse.

yaguchi yatora x reader

notes: [818 words.] geidai yatora makes me question everything fr ): anyways pls give blue period the love it deserves!! i am literally scraping the floor for crumbs

disclaimers: university au! yaguchi, mentions of smoking & drinking (they discourage it tho), brief mention of underage drinking, reader & yaguchi are probs depressed, friends pining for each other, questioning the future & reminiscing abt the past!!

masterlist.

“How does it feel to hate the things you love?”

A puff of smoke escapes his chapped lips, eyes glistening with a sense of mirth from your question.

Yatora Yaguchi has always been an enigma. From the moment he dyed his hair and pierced his ears, to when his love for art blossomed into an almost self destructive endeavour.

You wonder why he did it. Why would he go through such lengths for it all? For his definition of love.

Even more so now, as he stood in front of you. Yatora looks different now, you thought. Clad in nothing but an all black hoodie and weathered jeans gifted to him during his high-school days, one would think he looks the same as usual. Nothing out of the ordinary.

But you know better. He knows better.

His usually bleached hair is showing his natural roots. The whites of his eyes are bloodshot; Yatora walks with a sense of lethargy instead of self-assured confidence, a feeling you know all too well.

He, too, is hit with the feeling of sullen dreams.

“It fucking sucks. I have no idea what I’m supposed to be doing.” Yatora brings up a hand to his face, covering the bags that rimmed his eyes. “Pass me another smoke, would you?”

A reluctant grimace finds its way onto your face, hand reaching into your pocket for the box of poison anyways. “You’re killing your lungs that way, y’know.”

“And you’re killing your liver. You’re one to talk.”

Downing the liquor you would once steal from your parent’s cabinets, and were now legal to buy it with your own money, you reminisced.

Back to your youth. Back to when Yatora was encapsulating a blue Shibuya - not living amongst the colour. Back to when you and he didn’t lay in shards of crushed hopes that pierce through the very cores of your beings.

“It would be easier,” you turn to him, watching how the evening glow of Shibuya painted his face with warmth. “If you lived without passion. Like me.”

A beat of silence passes through the air. “No thanks,” he interjects.

“Hey! Why?” You punch his shoulder half-heartedly, “I’m serious. I almost died trying to create a so-called ‘magnum opus’, and now you might too. That’s the last thing I want from you.”

Another cloud of smoke enriches the air around you. And with the smile he gives you, one with the brilliance of a thousand stars, Yatora makes you realise. Within this ghost city, so devoid of life, there was still hope. Hope that came in the form of an ex-delinquent boy, now a Geidai student.

“Because, you said it yourself back in our second year of junior high. That’s the worst way of living. And eventually, you’ll lose sense of yourself, right?” His hand reaches to readjust the scarf he placed around you, delicately. Like he always was, with you. “I believe you still live with passion. You just refuse to believe it.”

Yes, you thought to yourself. Yatora’s right when he says you do live with passion.

But it’s not what he may think.

It’s not in the form of art, not in the tangible, literal sense anyways. Not in the way society thinks of what art is.

It’s in the form of love.

In the form of him.

Yatora is your magnum opus. And you hope to see him bloom into something magnificent.

So, you partly know the answer to your own question. To feel hatred for the things you love? It is to feel hatred towards the man you dedicated yourself wholly to, for he is the one who is slowly leading himself into turmoil.

But, just as before, you will wait. Forever, and evermore. The words lingering on the tip of your tongue will remain unspoken until he, too, sees you in a similar light.

You sigh. That’s enough thinking; you’ve drunk too much again.

A slight tug to your hands snaps you back to reality. “C’mon, daydreamer. My mum has been wanting to see you again. How does spending a night at my house sound?”

The slight desperate tone in his voice makes you realise that maybe, just maybe, Yatora is clinging to the past too.

Little do you know, he views you as something incomprehensible too. Why does he always search for a glimpse of you in the Geidai halls? Attending class would be the last thing you do. It is all unknown to him.

Yatora’s love burns. He is able to paint even through tears; he never feels as if too much is enough. And maybe that’s why he refuses to let you go. He can never get enough of you.

He can never get enough of the person that historians would dictate as his muse.

And maybe that's why he refuses to say the words which cling onto the deep crevices of his heart so very deeply.

#blue period x reader #yatora x reader #yatora yaguchi x reader #blue period #yatora yaguchi #blue period imagine #blue period fanfic #blue period yatora #blue period yatora yaguchi #honey pot !#blue period collection !

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quandaryqueen · 1 year

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Butterflies

Year One Jonathan Crane X Reader

Set in the "Evermore" universe, I'd like to write more wholesome, sweet relationship between the two to quell you of the angst that happened to them. Also, note that these mostly take place in their college professor days.

Happy Valentine's Day!

Also writing it because I just got a shot off fluff in my veins and I'd like to share them with y'all. I was listening to Mitski's "Me and my husband" then suddenly boom, this:

🧡 Professor Crane and Professor Crane, teach psychology and literature respectively. It might be confusing to some students, so you opted to go as Professor Y/N instead to make it easier, much to Jonathan's chagrin because it really does mean to him that you have his last name.

Not that you entirely changed it back, but it irked him a little. Why can't the little rascals differentiate you instead? But of course, you care about the students so he lets you be.

🧡 Let's get this out of the way, some of students ship you intensely. Romeo and Juliet? Edward and Bella? Fuck no, I want what these bitch have.

"Ugh, look at them," dreamily sighs a student amongst her table of close friends.

They follow her gaze, landing on their Professors, who is probably bickering about what to buy for lunch, whilst holding hands. They too find themselves sighing dreamily and staring at them.

🧡 Whenever he's grading papers, he'd be complaining about the students, ranting about how some of them had the audacity to bribe him.

"Hear this, Miss Giovanna had the gall to show her face at the faculty office demanding I give her the points she 'deserves'! Children these days, have they no decorum?"

"Mhmm..." You sleepily nodded, resisting the urge to doze off whilst in the middle of a conversation. Though, you find the pleasure to rest your head in a nestle out of your arms atop your husband's desk.

"Additionally, I've yet to mark her as present in any of my classes! Nor has she passed any of the assignments—" Jonathan halts, his attention snagged by your sleeping figure on his desk. He sighs. "Just as I was about to get to the good parts. Oh well."

He sets his pen aside for a moment to drape a blanket atop your shoulder before returning to his pile of papers.

🧡 You know how some students would fucking want to sleep with their professors for some ungodly reasons? Yeah.

"Repulsive," cringed Jonathan, causing you to wrap your arms around his neck whilst he grades papers.

"What's wrong?" You asked, your fingers finding its way through his hair and lightly scratching his scalp.

On one of the papers, written in pink ink, "Call me ;)" then a set of numbers.

"Oh." You sighed, just as repulsed as your husband. "Can't blame them, Professor Crane is quite the dashing one~"

Jonathan rolls his eyes at your remark, holding back the smile of flattery. "Oh please, clearly this student is desperate for extra credentials to survive this semester."

Or alternatively:

"Typical that freshmen won't break out of their high school mentality just yet. They travel around in flocks to single out an individual. Makes it the more difficult to get through places, the reprobates do tend to clog the corridors." Jonathan mutters to himself.

And it was fucking Valentine's Day. As if things couldn't get more annoying.

He arrives at the faculty office and immediately noticed your table practically overflowing with gifts, that he didn't spot you sitting behind your desk.

"Jon!" You call out enthusiastically, rising from your seat to skip beside him, before scooping him up for an embrace, peppering his face with kisses while you were at it.

In light of the commercialised holiday, you were more affectionate with him. Holiday spirits, he supposes... Though, he's not complaining. He hides his smile through a grumpy frown, turning his face away. Thankfully, none of the other professors were there. He'd cultivated his reputation, and he can't let them know how much of a softie he is for you.

"I honestly can't wait for tonight!" You finally stop with the kisses, but your arms remain around his neck.

"I noticed." He flatly remarks. He then point his attention to your table that is, again, flowing with gifts. Flick a match at it and your table will go off in flames so easily.

"Yeah, um... I guess they're desperate for extra credits from me too." You sheepishly chuckle.

"No I don't believe they need extra credit from literature of all classes." He narrowed his gaze at your table, perhaps taking names from whom did you receive those gifts and... Deal with them. Personally.

"Are you jealous?" You raise a brow at him.

"No, I'm your husband." Though it was an unintentional dad joke, he finds himself shaking his head when that pulled a giggle out of you.

"Yes, you are." Your finger light flick at the tip of his nose with a giggle. He rolls his eyes at the childish gesture. "And I think half of these gifts are of platonic love. Just appreciating their loveliest, most angelic teacher. And if they aren't, well I'd turn them down. Because I'm married," you flash his your hand, fluttering your fingers where your wedding band glimmers under the light. "And I'm married to you."

Another kiss landed on him, on his lips this time. God you best be thankful you're his spouse.

🧡 👏Jacket👏Sharing👏

"I didn't expect it to be this cold. Is it October already?"

"I'm afraid it is, dear."

"Heh... Autumn air certainly hits different in Georgia then." You chuckle to yourself, rubbing your arms, when a coat lands atop your shoulders. You look up at your husband, who then looked away from you, whilst supressing a besotted smile. "Oh you absolute softie..." You tease, nudging him by the arm before shrugging his coat on.

🧡 He's clingy and he doesn't want to admit it. Well, not that much as he'd state something along the lines of, "I recognise you as your own person, therefore I needn't be attached to at all times even if we are betrothed."

But then you left him for like a week when you were required to get out of the city for your seminars in the university and when you got home you walked in on him like this:

"Woe is me my feathered friend," sighs Jonathan, resting his head in a nestle of his arms by the window ledge. The aforementioned feathered friend came at the form of a crow perched a few inches away from him. "One has not truly suffered if they've not felt the extent of the saturnine silence from the absence of their other half... And I thought I've felt agony at its finest under that wench of a woman's thumb."

"Caw!"

"I concur."

And then when he realised you're there he acts as though the 'lovely feeling of solitary retreat' is now gone and you've ruined it. But you know 😄 We do stan a histrionic king.

🧡 Clings to you in his sleep, so I guess he's the big spoon. You'd feel his arms around you tightening at the smallest movement, groaning and nuzzling his face against your back. But there are times where he also wants to be held, engulfed in your arms, head buried in your chest.

🧡 Hand holding with you is the most calming, most therapeutic thing he has. In public, during walks, sex, etc. It's a feeling that grounds him, reminds him that you're there for him, just as he is for you. Affections are reserved at the privacy of your shared residence, but he likes to hold your hand when you're outside.

🧡 He is highly sentimental. Every letters, gifts, to the random things you give to him that you happen to pick up during walks, photographs... The way he also details every moment with you in his journals in a passing manner.

🧡 Being there comforting whenever he'd have flashbacks and nightmares from when he still lived with his absuive great grandmother. At this times, he liked being held, the warmth and firmness of your hold is what keeps him grounded in reality, along with your sweet whisper against his ear, telling him you were never going to leave him and that his great grandmother was no longer there to hurt him.

🧡 Sharing each others wardrobe is common. Some students can easily identify you wearing Professor Crane's sweater vest whilst he wore your tie. At some instances during chaperoning students at a foreign country where the weather is cold, some of them audibly "awwwwed" when you lent him a coat. They were met with threats of demerits, courtesy of Professor Jonathan.

🧡 Date nights are mandatory every one in a month, just a simple dinner date is the best way to unwind from work. Not only that, it was always at the time where your monthsaries occur, so that's also a plus. He always greets you with gifts spanning from practical gifts, the traditional flowers and sweets, to your interests.

🧡 Sometimes he would be caught in a daze with you in his line of sight, something that typically occurs when you're grading papers together. He has yet to comprehend that he finally had taken the reigns of his own life and paved his own path, leading to you— a spouse of course, peaceful residence where he awoke and first thing he sees is you, a stable job he loves where you happen to be doing the same as well... It was a course his younger self would have never thought his life would turn to, as he mostly thought about perhaps being outlived by his great granny.

Because of this, he cherished every moment with you, as you were always there in his every step of life and wants nothing more than you spend the rest of his life with you by his side.

#year one jonathan crane x reader #year one scarecrow x reader #year one #dc scarecrow #jonathan crane x reader #evermore

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gaykarstaagforever · 6 months

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Thinking about that failing / failed Evermore LARP park Jenny Nicholson talked about, and all of Bethesda's chicanery:

Just do a Whiterun park.

It isn't that big, and everyone who played even an hour of Skyrim knows it. Just do that, but make the buildings 4 times as big to accommodate guests and gift shops.

The lore is, an old Dwemer machine got tripped by bandits and transported Whiterun to our world (temporarily). Including all the NPCs. They're just dealing with it and it's cool.

Live folk bands in The Bannered Mare. The Drunken Huntsman can be a space with an arcade and DnD tables. Live actor of Nazeem, screwing with everyone. Every night a dragon made of choreographed LED drones flies around.

It would be like that Wizarding World thing Universal did, but of a thing I actually care about.

Why hasn't anyone done this? It wouldn't even cost that much if you plop it in rural Pennsylvania or Upstate New York or something. Charge $50 for general admission, also have a $450 package where you can get blacksmith training at the Skyforge or RP with the Jarl or hang out with the Companions and have a spooky werewolf adventure at night.

A million people will try to buy tickets. This is like the easiest money ever.

Then when interest in the TES IP burns out, turn it into Rohan and make it a LotR thing.

I sell car parts for a living. Why is it up to me to come up with this idea? What do you people even go to marketing school for??

#skyrim #lotr #whiterun #amusement park #theme park #tes #larp #rp

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taylortruther · 7 months

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Bonsoir Rae 🥐 anon here ! I've been so busy with work and lurking everything Taylor.

How are you? Is life has been good to you this november ?

I have a lyric question, can you tell me what do you think she means by suburban legends ? I understand urban legend but suburban ?? Is that the car? Or is that a saying i don't know ? That's several questions in fact 🫣 kiss from France

bonjour my bestie! life has been great over all - how are you???

so a suburb is a city outside of a larger city, usually it's a large residential neighborhood - good for families, it's got classic 'all-american'/american dream vibes. taylor grew up in one in pennsylvania and tennessee, which is why the suburb appears so much in her writing and process.

so urban legends are myths, folklore(!), but they're modern (like a city), derive from local history, and often gritty or scary.

a suburban legend is a modern myth as well, a story that people in their town will talk about for ages to come. it's simple, safe, innocent, and important - which we can infer, because taylor associates suburbs with small towns and her early years. think of how she described red as a run through a field behind a suburb, all the suburban imagery in folklore and evermore ("parked my car by the methodist and the school that used to be ours" and "we were like the mall before the internet... the gift-wrapped suburban dreams") and midnight (midnight rain, specifically.)

personally, it also kind of reminds me of that line in the louvre by lorde: "but we're the greatest, they'll hang us in the louvre, down the back, but who cares - still the louvre." like maybe it's not the greatest, most incredible, most well-known love story in the world, but they'll still be remembered.

#suburban legends #parallels #ttds #coney island #midnight rain #the louvre

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no-barbies-for-quitters · 7 months

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my mom has told me many times that she would know if i wasn’t myself by asking me what my #1 taylor swift album is.

she would know it wasn’t me if i didn’t say 1989.

and it’s always been this way. i was 10 years old when it was originally released. it took over my life as the first album i ever listened to fully.

around middle school i realized there was something about me that had irreversibly melded with 1989 when reputation came out. i wasn’t the biggest fan at first, and people (bc it was middle school) decided that it would be fun to say that taylor’s music was going to be exactly like reputation forever.

you couldn’t say 1989 was your favorite anymore and as a middle school girl who, looking back on it, was probably just as mentally ill as i am now if not worse, i had the great idea to stop telling people i liked taylor swift at all. i didn’t listen to a single one of her albums from reputation through evermore all the way through and only listened to midnights once the hype had kinda calmed down.

back in june my dad realized that for someone who, as far as he knew, didn’t really like taylor swift i sure did know a lot of stuff about her and apparently decided to tell him all of it. he surprised me and sent me and my mom to denver for the eras tour. before it even started i was joking with my mom about “oh i probably won’t cry during the songs everyone else does but watch me cry through like shake it off or something”.

apparently i had been given the gift of prophecy because not only did i cry through shake it off, but also the entirety of the 1989 part of the concert.

i realize now that both of my parents probably knew why i suddenly stopped liking taylor swift in middle school, because i went to a very small school so the same people who decided that 1989 wasn’t what real taylor swift fans listened to then were the same people who decided that folklore and evermore were the greatest things under the sun and hyped up midnights so much then claimed they hated it when, at least for me, it reminded me of 1989 a little bit.

when 1989 tv was announced all i saw on all my social media was “repost this to claim being a 1989 stan before taylor’s version releases!”

i didn’t repost a single one because why should i? everyone i knew who was reposting those were the same people from middle school and high school. i don’t need to claim something that i spent way too long trying to hide from people.

today marks one of the most important days in my life. not in a way like “oh i got into college” or anything. it’s an important day for me because it’s “acceptable” to like 1989 again.

the thing is, i don’t care if it’s acceptable or whatever. i just get an excuse to be as annoying as i want about this album. i’ve never been so excited for an album to drop. i feel like i’m going to explode from excitement. and if people ask why i’m so excited about this when i clearly never cared about any of her other albums (lies. they just weren’t my favorite), i just get to say that this is my album. everyone has an album they think of as theirs. this is mine and it always has been.

this is not only the day that 1989 tv drops. it’s the day i bring back a core part of myself and live it the way i should have been able to 9 years ago.

and by that i mean i’m not going to hide it for any reason ever because god knows that wasn’t good for me.

anyways, happy 1989 tv release to all who celebrate!

#taylor swift #1989 taylor's version

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farlydatau · 10 months

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#de la soul t shirt #de la soul tee #de la soul vintage #de la soul is dead #de la soul shirt #rap #rap music #3 feet high rising #vinyl records #evermore vinyl #music on vinyl #old school 90s #gift ideas #gift #gifts #bestgift #gift idea #tshirt

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wendayee · 4 months

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wendy corduroy is a 28 year old human based on wendy from gravity falls. they are a gift shop employee with no powers. she uses she/they pronouns, and most of her memories are intact !

INFO.

full name: wendy blerble corduroy

date of birth: september 4, 1995

hometown: gravity falls

zodic: virgo sun, capricorn moon, libra rising

sexuality: bisexual/biromantic

education: high school graduate

occupation: employee at the mystery shack

height: 5′8

hair: dark brown

eye color: dark brown

tattoos/piercings: earlobes, cartilage, nose (just nostril), eyebrow she never wears anymore

markings: faint freckles across their cheeks

mother: linda corduroy

father: daniel corduroy

siblings: markus corduroy, kevin corduroy, gus cordurory

pets: n/a

PERSONALITY.

positive traits: mellow, friendly, daring, upfront, lively

negative traits: lazy, inconsiderate, suppressed, irresponsible, reckless

fears: never making something of themself, never caring to

likes: not working, hanging out with friends, free things, flannels, funny gossip, laid-back but fun nights, good music, hot people, food, chilling on the roof, laughing, breaks

dislikes: working, not hanging out with friends, being told what to do, feeling overwhelmed and tied down, people fighting, hurting people's feelings, crying in front of people, schoolwork, taking anything seriously

hobbies: reading too many magazines, smoking, going to parties with friends, mindlessly scrolling dating apps, snacking

aesthetics: a stack of green plaid shirts, candid photos mid-laugh, sneaking out of (and into) bedroom windows, glass bottles of coke, teasing out of love, sitting on tree branches, book reports with red circled Fs, tangled earbuds, the forest at night, sarcasm painting over real emotions, crumpled up bi-flags on bedroom walls, leaning back in chairs with feet propped up on the desk, lumberjack hats, fingerless gloves, 100+ day snapchat streaks, condoms tucked into wallets, spotify premium, scalding hot showers, unmade beds

HEADCANONS.

wendy is someone who doesn't tend to dislike people. she is pretty easy-going, and while she was seen as a "cool kid" when she was younger, she never alienated herself from the less popular crowd. they were a friend of anyone that was fun to be around, never really caring much about status symbols or judging people for liking things deemed lame. (though they might tease a little.)

the coolest thing about wendy is that she doesn't care much what people think, and isn't afraid to own making a fool of herself.

she is someone that doesn't really hold grudges, opting to forgive friends and boyfriends for the past and move on with a positive attitude whenever possible.

she wouldn't necessarily say that she is lazy... but she is lazy. while she is more than capable of having a good work ethic and making something of herself, she often just doesn't feel like it. though there is more to it than meets the eye; wendy is crippled by the idea of choosing the wrong path. time moves so quickly, and they'd rather choose to be stuck at the mystery shack than go into a major they fail at and get stuck with college debt and a career that turns out to be one big disappointment. they don't always bottle their feelings up, but on this subject, it is something they would rather push down and ignore for as long as possible. even if it haunts them at night. besides, life is all about the moments and she is much more interested in enjoying whatever it has to offer than wasting even a handful of seconds sitting at a boring desk listening to teachers drone on and on.

soooo she skipped school a lot... leading to bad grades. leading to her feeling like she would fail at college.

in their defense, without their mom there to guide them and their dad constantly busy and tied up with her brothers, they didn't have anyone pushing them into the right direction until it was too late and they just felt like a disappointment. it's easier in evermore where their dad isn't there to remind them they need to plan a future for themself; why can't she just mull around at the mystery shack all day and stay out with friends all night?

wendy loves free shit. if there's any sort of lame event going on that she has no interest in, she will most definitely show up for the refreshments alone. and she will eat until she is asked to leave.

has a track record of... not keeping relationships. for various reasons. sometimes forgetting to actually end the relationship. it isn't out of ill will and they never actually intend to ghost someone. they just get bored.

it probably goes without saying that she likes flannels, huh?

if you're ever wondering if anyone subscribes to magazines anymore, wendy is here to tell you they absolutely do. her favorite way to zone out on the clock is flip through magazines so she constantly has at least three subscriptions and she doesn't really care if they're for fashion, housekeeping or wildlife.

best secret keeper. as long as they care about you. if they think it's important, wendy will go to the grave with what you tell them.

bi af, they're so much better with guys than girls. girls are just so... pretty, and smell so nice, and she finds herself getting tongue-tied and flustered and all red-faced trying to flirt back sometimes. guys are cute, but they're just guys.

with wendy, bribery gets you everywhere!

their middle name is indeed blerble. her dad claims it was supposed to be bluebelle and there was a horrible misunderstanding when it came to her birth certificate... they're not really sure if they believe that or if bluebelle is any better.

she misses her mom. a lot. but she doesn't grieve as much as she used to. wendy is pretty good at accepting things for how they are and moving on after a little time has passed. it just... would've been nice to have her there to talk to when they felt stressed, to look after them when they were sick, encourage them when school was rough. now she can look back on the memories she does have with her with a smile, but it doesn't erase the tears in her eyes.

has definitely been to a few feminist rallies and goes all out with their homemade signs.

getting around on skateboard > any other mode of transportation.

boots and converse. no other shoes allowed. the converse is almost always doodled on.

wendy doesn't really want to leave evermore. at least, not yet. if she goes back to gravity falls she has to figure shit out. here she doesn't have to worry about it because... she can't. she's stuck. the future is one big question mark and for her? that's perfect.

if you want the vision just listen to the rise and fall of a midwest princess by chappell roan.

#evermorehqsintro

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evermore-grimoire · 1 year

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The Evermore Grimoire: Mutants

Emma Frost is a powerful and influential mutant telepath, most notoriously known as the White Queen of the Hellfire Club and occasional headmistress of the ‘Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.’ Born to a rich Boston mercantile family, she parted ways with them and built a financial empire with ‘Frost International,’ ascending to a ruling position in the Inner Circle of the Hellfire Club. Demonstrating a particular interest in education, she ran the Massachusetts Academy, a preparatory school that secretly housed young mutants trained for her own interests, known as the Hellions. As an adversary of the X-Men, Emma constantly used to clash with younger mutants she attempted to manipulate, such as Kitty Pryde. However, the tragic death of her Hellions changed her heart, leading her to form a partnership with Charles Xavier. Putting her love for teaching to good use, but never afraid to cross the line of the morally correct, she became the co-headmistress of Xavier's School. As a survivor of the Genoshan genocide due to her new ability to transform her body into nigh-indestructible diamond, she became an inestimable member of the X-Men.

artwork by Artgerm

#MarvelEdit #MarvelDaily #FantasyEdit #Marvel Comics #XMenEdit #X-Men #Emma Frost #Hellfire Club #Mutants #My Edit

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evermorehqs · 6 months

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CATCHING MY BREATH, STARING OUT AN OPEN WINDOW

Violet Parr is based on Violet from The Incredibles. She is a 31 year old superhuman, secretary, and uses she/her pronouns. She has the power of invisibility, force field generation/manipulation, levitation and enhanced durability. Violet is portrayed by Margaret Qualley and she is taken.

CATCHING MY DEATH, AND I COULDN’T BE SURE

Most kids, it seems, grow up wishing to be something special. Princesses, heroes, knights in shining armor. For Violet, she grew up longing to be painfully average. She didn't want to be super, she didn't want to be seen. Her powers might have been a gift, but she had never asked for them, and it didn't seem fair she couldn't just be a normal kid. Whether it was going invisible or hiding behind her hair, Violet was a loner well into her middle school years. Fortunately with age came comfort in her own skin, and she began to start to appreciate herself, her abilities, and all of the things about her that she had to keep a secret from society. She was a badass, she could quite literally save the world... at least, as long as her family was by her side. She even used her newfound confidence to ask her crush out. Violet really blossomed in high school and college years, making her path in life that she enjoyed and could be proud of well into her twenties — all of which was forgotten upon crossing Evermore's borders. Entering the town was like she'd instantly resorted back to her old ways, just... slightly better. She wasn't quite as reclusive or insecure as she used to be, or so she thought. But she couldn't really remember. There was very little that she could remember outside of her family and her name, her past practically a blank slate with the strong feeling that she was leaving behind something she had worked so hard to hold onto. It was frustrating to no end, and even more so the fact that they couldn't leave. None of them even knew why they'd come to Evermore in the first place, and now they were all trapped in this little town that didn't even really need superheroes, so she had to suck up her disappointment and settle in the best that she could. Surely one day they would find a way out. But until then, she guessed she'd just be arranging files.

I HAD A FEELING SO PECULIAR

❀ Chandler Potts: Way more optimistic than Violet, Chandler is the perfect friend to balance her out. She's constantly dragging her out of the house, and is a true ray of sunshine in her life. ❀ Wesley Abbasi: He always holds such nice conversation and makes her feel seen, Violet has started to hope he's working when she stops by The Lucky Cat for breakfast. ❀ Zelda Borne: Zelda is special, Violet just knows it, and she's always been so kind when she sees her around town. She feels like they'd be good friends if she ever found the nerve to ask her to hang out...

THAT THIS PAIN WOULD BE FOR EVERMORE

#disney rpg #magic rp #margaret qualley #violet parr #the incredibles #taken female #taken bio #female bio #has powers

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