#let me bleu your mind: musings

[the-expatriate]

((Pari really doesn't have the healthiest attitude to being abandoned and stuff like that. She is a little like this))

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#out of the blue: ooc post #let me bleu your mind: musings

[vgriffindor]

aMusketeer Fanfic Master Post

Calling all Musketeers! We’re all in need of a serious dose of our favourites, amirite? I’ve seen a few queries floating around lately asking for some great Muskie fanfic recommendations. I thought I’d do 20 weekly posts, each with a different theme, and ask for your help! There are a ton of great Muskie fics out there, let’s help each other discover them.

How this works: For each theme, please give me your TOP recommendation. It can be a one-shot or multiple chapters, complete or still a WIP, your own or some one else’s, just shout about that one fic that fits the theme and you want people to READ! Reblog to spread the word, with your recommendation and tag me @vgriffindor, or DM your recommendation so that I can post it! I’ll keep each theme as a pinned post up/keep adding to it for the entire week.

Week #2: AUs

It sure is fun to place these four in a different world, and see how they react! Whether it’s the quiet heaven of a bookstore, the flirty, caffeinated vibes of a coffee shop, the perfume of a flower shop, the hard-bitten reality of a detective bureau, or just about anything else you can think of, the boys seem to handle whatever universe we throw at them with their trademark personalities and humour intact.

Midsomer Musketeers by Suzie_Shooter: Exactly what you think and want this to be, when you combine the Musketeers and Midsomer Murders. 

Fraternité et Égalité by BazinMousqueton: Clever, funny, sexy and gorgeously written modern AU in an architectural firm’s office. Slash, but not explicit, almost everyone is bi, and the whole thing is perfection.

(Below is all due to the hard work and enthusiastic response from @animanightmate! Thank you, you are awesome!)

E: yeah, you got me by cherryfeather - modern au graduation party oone-shot with a game of spin the bottle that gets angsty with forthcoming farewells and then very fulfilling indeed.

T: Chapter 10 of the collection of unrelated shorts (very short) His Smile Me Draws, His Frown Drives Me Away by akathecentimetre is entitled  In Goodly Colors Gloriously Arrayed and is a modern au where the lads are working for the Sûreté in Paris (though it’s never confirmed precisely as what) and it’s basically a series of three (the original Inseparables) character studies as they get used to being Responsible Adults. No filth... well, apart from Aramis’s feet...

G: Fancy is a very short modern au short by AnathemaDevice about the cats owned by (or owning) the various season three characters. Includes one of the most beautiful word-sketches of Sylvie I’ve yet read.

E: Mis Adventures by Doom Canary is an utterly filthy, modern British police au short featuring a trans male character that blew my mind in the best ways. If there’s a plot, I blinked and missed it.

T: born like a vapor by mellyflori is - and I can’t believe I’m typing this - a modern au where two of the Four are genies (yep, you read that correctly). It is utterly, unforgettably gorgeous, and just works. Angsty and charming, and has one of the most elegant solutions I’ve seen for “what happens with Constance?” The world-building is done so well it’s almost seamless, and I’m weak for that kind of thing.

T: Brand New Start is a short modern office au by potentiality_26 from Constance’s perspective and is melancholy, sweet, and vivid. OT3 but nothing graphic.

E: One in Ten Thousand by breathtaken is a novel-length modern soul bonds au that, as usual with her, subverts the trope and delves deep into the psyche of an intensely depressed Athos who was in no way prepared to meet his soulmate. It’s hard going at times, but utterly beautiful and very hot.

M: my heart upon my sleeve by cherryfeather is a novel-length modern Shakespearean actors au and I avoided it for ages because the synopsis was written in a deliberately tabloid style and I assumed the whole thing was like that. It is not - it is the most elegant, eloquent, literally tear-tugging bit of angst and mutual pining I’ve ever encountered, and takes in: hurt/comfort, Only One Bed, and friends-to-lovers tropes along the way. Basically, if they were a character in the first two seasons of the original, she finds a place for them in this gorgeous work.

E: The Humbling River (author unknown) is the only A/B/O fic that I will ever recommend, ever. This short is canon era, but I guess it still counts as au? I fell into it accidentally, but it was written so well that I didn’t care about the premise.

E: Une histoire de bleu by ceeturnalia is long. A 100k word modern day au where the lads are security specialists for a private firm in Paris. It is vividly stark and lushly compassionate in one go, and also explores a developing D/s relationship in great detail, so if that’s not your bag, that’s the main core of the story. And it’s handled so well that I have zero hesitation in recommending it, even though that in itself is not really my thing. It’s just so very, very good and, even at that length, still manages to be very tightly written.

M: Death in Waiting by Suzie_shooter is your actual 1920s country house murder mystery with all our favs (seasons 1 and 2 anyway) in a short-novel-length interbellum piece of Upstairs-Downstairs only of course there’s lots of forbidden sex all over the place, and a genuinely gasp-inducing (at least in me) set of reveals.

M: Still Waters by evilmaniclaugh is a modern office au with a twist. It’s porn with a plot (and a great deal of angst), and is startlingly hilarious in places (for good reasons, I promise).

M: Gentlemen of the Road by Suzie_shooter is a highwayman au set, from my vague enough understanding of the descriptions, about 100 years or so after the canon era. As usual for S_s, it’s Athos/Porthos pairing, from the perspective of Porthos, and I keep coming back to it, for the humour, the story, and the sex. Bonus points for Ninon and Rochefort showing up, and our brief glimpses of d’Artagnan being an utter little shit.

M: Mise en place by breathtaken is a short series featuring season 3 characters as chefs. And it’s stunningly beautiful, intimately told from a conflicted Constance’s perspective (something I’m utterly weak for) and I want there to be more because dammit - food and polyamory and found family and so many of my favourite things and I wish she was going to write more and aaaaah. Anyway, everyone is bi and kinky and I am so there for that...

I have so many of these, but I’m going to leave it here while I retain any shred of sanity or dignity, and finish by telling you about my own only (so far) modern au, entitled Summoned (rated M), set in modern-day Cambridge, UK, complete with references to Brexit and climate change, and a detailed depiction of the Fitzwilliam Museum. The MacGuffin is a museum anti-heist. Or is it reincarnation? Or music? Or synaesthesia? WHO KNOWS?! Anyway, it’s 75k+ words of conversations, misunderstandings, music, musings, museum architecture, poetry, stolen kisses, awkward flirting, and confusing flashbacks. There is one extended explicit sex scene and the rest is more along the lines of innuendo and a great deal of heated kissing. And I wrote it in about fives weeks and am rather proud of it, actually.

#musketumblr #bbc musketeers #the musketeers #fan fic requests #fan fic #fan fiction #alternate universe

[crazyyanderefangirlfan]

Chapter 2: Bring on the Mania pt 2

Everyone stared at Amane once they got to the classroom. They already parted with Jack, Epel, and Sebek, and the three boys wished the ADeuce combo luck with Amane. The latter basked in the attention, even sending a teasing wink to the lingering stares, who blushed and turned back to the teacher. Crewel made it VERY clear to Amane that if he disrupts the class in any way, he will receive punishment, like how he did before. All he got from was...

"Yes, daddy."

"Oh, does Professor Crewel remind you of your father?"

Amane wanted to laugh at her naivety if he wasn't being tied up and suspended in midair.

He remained like that for the rest of the period. Occasionally he would let out a joke or flirt with one of the students. Though nothing too vulgar, lest he would incur the wrath of the bi-colored man again.

He was finally free when the bell rang. Valerie had to pull him aside and gave a small warning for the next class.

"Please behave. Professor Trein is awfully strict, and I don't think he'll appreciate your humor." Amane wanted to protest, but the look she gave was enough to make him reconsider his words.

"Fine, I'll tone down my charms here too." 

Looks like he’s seeing DILF again

Turns out, it was a good thing he did. The entire lesson was boring, and some students were nodding off. Ace got bored and decided to entertain himself with Lisha, while was Deuce truly focused on the lesson.

Valerie kept herself awake by having a small staring competition with Lucius. The cat's eyes were the perfect thing to keep her awake. A light snore disrupted her concentration from Lucius and glanced beside her.

Amane is already fast asleep and using a sleeping Grim as a pillow. The sight made her smile. But it didn't last long, as a large book slammed onto the table, waking everyone up.

"Gh-Huh!... Wha?" Amane rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, found himself being stared down by the elderly professor and his cat.

"Mr. Mania, I see you haven’t changed. Just because you are a guest doesn’t mean I will tolerate sleeping, so I expect proper respect from a guest." "Meow."

With that, he turned away and carried on with the lesson. Amane sunk low on his seat with a troubled look on his face. He is never pissing off that guy again.

Amane stretched himself on the patch of grass he and Lisha laid on. He was getting a kick out of seeing Valerie beating half of the boys in P.E. He cheered her on each exercise and laughed out loud at how some boys can't keep up with her. Namely Grim.

"Oi! Quit laughing!" The monster huffed as he tried and failed to do another push-up.

"Maybe if you'd stop using Valerie as carriage and start using those fat legs of yours, you wouldn't have much of a problem doing this." Ace snickered, having a much easier time than Grim. A whistle blew in the air.

"Alright! That's enough for today! You're all dismissed!"

Grim collapsed and panted heavily. Lisha hopped over to him and poked his fat tummy. The former tried to swat her way but was too tired to do so. Valerie shook her head and picked up her baby.

____________________________

"Yes! Finally lunch! Onward Henchwoman, you have to keep your promise to me!" Grim commanded, tugging the ends of her pink bow, steering her to the selection. Lisha was perched on her shoulder, preening her wings.

"Yes, yes." She casually said, maneuvering through bodies of students while keeping pace with her friends.

"Damn, I kind of miss this." Amane had to give the school credit for having such widespread choices.

"Oh, Valerie, take this stuffed crab! And this cordon bleu! And the lamb curry! And...and..." Grim kept on pointing at dishes and ordering Valerie to grab as much as possible. But she didn't mind, the food is food.  She also took the liberty to take a chicken alfredo, salisbury steak, fruit milk, and tons of cinnamon rolls.

"Damn, that's a lot. You sure you can pay Sugar tits?" Amane probe, examining her tray filled to the brim with food Grim picked. On Amane's plate are a garden salad, croutons, and water.

"Sure, I can! I think." She muttered the last part, but he heard it. Amane pursed his lips, watching her fumble with her wallet. Before going stiff upon noticing what she had left. He sighed and went in front of her.

"I'd like to pay for mine and this girl's lunch." This action stunned her.

"B-But...T-This i-is unce-" She tried to protest, but he placed his finger on her lips.

"Hush Sugar tits. Think of this as a payment on what you spent on me during my recovery period."

Oh yeah, he ran her wallet dry with his expensive tastes. After paying, they saw Epel waving his hand and their way over. The boys did their best to stay calm, but the way Amane watched them with mischief in his eyes was hard.

"Haha! Thanks for the food!" Grim said as he happily devoured the food.

"So, how your day so far, Amane?" Valerie questioned as she gave small pieces of chicken to Lisha.

"Pretty good. Despite the fact, I was bound, hung upside down, and got slightly traumatized."

"That's all the students in Night Raven experienced." A new voice interjected. Next to their table stood Cater along with Trey and Riddle.

"Dorm leader Rosehearts! And Cater and Trey. Good afternoon." Deuce greeted his seniors.

"What's up?" Ace asked.

"I heard from the students that a man has been joining Valerie in her classes and has been an inconvenience to the teachers," Riddle replied, giving Amane a hard stare.

"Also, we just came to meet our guest of the day~" Cater airily added.

"Well, he's right here hot stuff~" Amane flirted. He thanked the Great 7 for making these schoolboys hot. Cater smiled in his direction.

"So you're the guy everyone's been talking about. Let's take a quick selfie you're joining too, Valerie." Cater threw his arm around him and pulled in Valerie too. He took his phone and snapped the pic.

"Hey! I didn't even prepare!" Amane complained. But Cater laughed.

"Relax, you look great. Especially you Vally~" Cater bopped her in the nose. She giggled at the action.

"What's your name? I need to tag you." He asked as he typed on his phone.

"The name's Amane Mania. What about you cuties~" He ended with a wink.

"I'm Riddle Rosehearts, dorm leader Heartslabyul." The young man proudly answered. Amane scrutinized him. His whole appearance is the perfect combination of handsome and adorable.

"I'm Trey Clover, the vice-dorm leader." Amane let out a low whistle as he ogled Trey.

"Hello, daddy~" Amane puckered lips and winked.

Trey let out a nervous laugh. "Nice to meet you too."

"Hey~ Don't forget about me. I'm Cater Diamond. Hey, look how many likes you got on MagiCam."

He showed them the pic. Cater had his signature smile and peace sign. Amane didn't smile, but he looked like one of those male models in magazines. Valerie looked like a deer in headlights with her lips forming a small o shape. They were getting approximately a hundred likes a second.

Amane hummed as he admired the picture. "Not bad, not bad. You should have pulled off something cuter, Val."

"She's always cute." Deuce blurted.

... ... ...

Deuce's face burned bright red once the words sank in and covered his face. Ace burst out in laughter, patting Deuce on the back. Epel tried to comfort Deuce but to no avail. Jack and Sebek merely shook their heads for their friend's mistake.

"Aww, thank you, Deuce. You're so sweet, and you're cute too." She sent him a closed-eyed smile.

Unaware of Ace's abrupt stop of his laughter or the irritated looks the rest of the boys are sending to Deuce. Amane, however, found it amusing.

Riddle cleared his throat to regain their attention. "Back to the main topic." He cast his eyes towards Amane.

"Even though you are a guest, you must conduct yourself and NOT create unsolicited trouble for anyone." He emphasized the last part, eyeing at ADeuce and Grim, who looked away from his gaze. Amane waved his hand dismissively.

"Yeah yeah, whatever you say, cherry boy."

Ace choked on his drink and covered his mouth to suppress his laughter. Jack's eyes widen in disbelief, while Deuce, Epel, and Sebek just looked confused.

"Cherry... boy?" Epel repeated. Valerie and Grim were just as confused. But, Lisha just shook her head.

"Is it because his hair is the same color as a cherry?" Grim mused, Valerie shrugged.

"Could be."

Meanwhile, the boy in question frowned. Confused about the nickname and oblivious to the true meaning behind. However, the two seniors froze and stared at Amane slack-jawed. After a few moments of awkward silence, Trey let out another nervous laugh.

"Anyway, we should probably go and let you guys finish your lunch," Trey remarked.

"What's a cherry boy?" Riddle asked.

"Let's go, Riddle!" Trey exclaimed. Harshly tugging on his dorm leader's hand, Riddle stumbled from Trey's rushed steps with Cater not far behind. Failing to hold back his laughter. Valerie watched in confusion as her seniors retreated back to their table.

What was that about?

A loud banging interrupted her train of thought and turned her attention back to her friends.

Ace was booming with laughter, repeatedly banged his fist on the table, earning stares from the other students. Jack was furiously rubbing his temples, trying to fight back the blooming headache he was getting. While the other three just sat there, still confused.

"HHAHAHAHA! Oh, Great 7 that was too good!" Ace let out guffaws of laughter, leaning against the table.

"I can't believe you said that," Jack grumbled. Amane just stuck his tongue at him.

"I still don't get it," Deuce commented.

"Well, I'll gladly explain-ACK!" Amane offered but was cut-off by Lisha's brutal pecks and swipes of her tiny talons.

Deuce winced at the sight. Maybe he should have kept his mouth shut.

"Oww! Hey! Quit that!" She didn't. Lisha has been with Amane long enough to endure his vulgar jokes to the point that they don't affect her. But she refuses to have the innocent corrupted too early. Especially Valerie.

Ace was calming down from his laughing fit and snickered at the sight of Amane being tortured by a tiny bird. Ah, revenge comes in unexpected ways.

Sebek voiced his exact thoughts. "Hmph. Serves him right for being so debouched." Folding his arms and casting a disapproving look at the hetero male.

"Should we do something?" Epel asked. As much as he enjoys Amane's pain, he had to pity him. His grandfather was attacked by a flock of owls when he was younger, and he still has faint scars from the incident.

"I'm pretty sure Valerie's got this under control," Jack replied, and he was right.

The opal-eyed girl managed to catch the small owl when she too busy tugging on Amane's hair. Lisha hooted a protest, but it died down once Valerie rubbed her head.

"Good girl, stay calm." Once Lisha was calm, she went back to her discarded chicken pieces.

Once they finished lunch, they were headed to class when they were stopped by Professor Crewel. After giving Amane a warning glare, he asked Valerie to pick up a few magnolia petals from the botanical garden due to a student accidentally using too much.

"Of course. Honestly, I prefer favors from you than from the crow." She admitted. The man gave a deep chuckle.

"Careful pup, last time when Crowley walked into a conversation like this, he sulked for a week." He warned, but there was a smirk on his face.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x oc #twst x oc #valerie kemonohito #ace trappola #deuce spade #jack howl #epel felmier #sebek zigvolt #amane mania #dire crowley #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #cater diamond #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #kalim al asim #jamil viper #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #idia shroud #ortho shroud #malleus draconia #lillia vanrouge #silver #divus crewel

[the-prince-of-professors]

WIP ASK!!! Any or all of the following, PLUS (/or) whichever one you like the best!! : HamCommonChristmas, ModernAUChristmas, Sunset, Vingt-Milles-Lieues <3 <3

Oooh okay let’s see! 😶

HamCommonChristmas is the Christmas fic I started writing last year and was very excited about and then work came and knocked me over completely and I had to give it up... but have been hoping to pick it up again for this year. I had a lot of ideas and I’ve probably written them down in my notebook, but the document only has a short paragraph... which I will definitely rewrite but here it is:

It was the strangest sensation when December came rolling in. Nothing was what it used to be: one life had ended and another begun; and after that, another yet, one filled with new hope and light. And still, when darkness and cold crept up on us and lights were lit in every window, and when carols could be heard practiced in the old church down the road, it was as if nothing was changed after all.

ModernAUChristmas uuuh... I vaguely remember writing this but not sure if I was serious about it or if it was just a loose idea or even just a late night musing. Hehe, well I don’t remember any of it, but opening it now it was somewhat nice. Here are two short snippets from the two short snippets I had written down:

“I’m getting you a Smart TV for Christmas.”

“No, you’re not.”

“72 inches, 4K.”

“Not a chance.”

“For your birthday then.”

“Don’t joke about it.”

////

“Are you sure you’ll be alright then?”

“Yes.”

“Sure?”

“Sure.” I meant it, too.

“Alright.”

He looked at me for another moment; then he smiled.

“I’ll see you the day after tomorrow.”

“Bye.”

“Bye.”

He took a step forward, embraced me in his usual way – though perhaps, with more warmth and intention. I wrapped my arms around him, and dared to grip tighter this time, holding on harder. He dragged me closer in return, and there we remained for a moment; for two; for another. His curls tickled my cheek; his scent got into my nose, into my lungs, filled me with serenity.

Sunset - gosh this is actually a Mentalist fic I started last summer! I never finished it and I’ve never written anything else for that fandom, though I’d like to try some day. I love that show so much and it’s so underrated, and also Patrick Jane is so very much a mix of Holmes and Raffles and I love him so much. I never felt like I managed to get into character writing the fic, but I still like this part:

How do you do it, she thought. After all that has happened to you—after all you have lost—how do you still see beauty in the world with such clear eyes?

The last burning rays of the sun revealed streaks of gold in his hair; a gentle breeze played with his curls, making them dance over bright emerald eyes. The lines of his face seemed dimmed, smoothened. He took a deep breath, smiled, searched the horizon.

And then Vingt-Milles-Lieues IS one I finished! It’s the one I wrote after reading Twenty Thousand Leagues Under The Sea last year, and the title for the finished work became Bleu Profond. A few favourite lines, because I love a vulnerable Raffles:

He made the last part sound like it was said in jest, but I suspected it was quite the opposite. I looked at the raven curls, and into the blue eyes that were deeper than any sea, and held just as many secrets.

“Perhaps I would, after all,” I said at last.

The eyes flickered, before disappearing below dark lashes.

AND one of my choice?? Then I’ll pick the one called Kisses - in the published fic Intoxication I wrote that Raffles and Bunny had kissed four times before that night but not actually talked about it (what??? communication problems?? between our burglar boyfriends???), and then I wanted to write down those four kisses because I was curious and got some ideas... I don’t think I’ll ever make an actual fic of it, but here is the first one:

The first time was more drunken than anything else; briefly, absent-minded, I pressed his hand and then pressed my lips to his in good-bye. Such a natural action it was, that I did not realise what I had done until his eyes met mine in surprise, and the fresh memory of his breath on my lips made my head spin. For a second I was paralysed, thinking I might have ruined everything; but then he pressed my hand and whispered his “good-night” in return, and the light in his eye as he watched me leave was to stay in my mind for days. We did not speak of it; though sometimes I thought I could see something shimmering behind those dark lashes, and it nourished a hope I had given up on long ago.

Thank you for asking!! <33

#tag game #wip #my writing #answers from toni #wolfiejimi

[mackenzieparker]

ok lets do this one more time, yeah? for real this time. this is it. my name is nika (she/hers, est). i like to write and hang out cool communities like this and for the last first time, i have brought a brand new muse to y’all. below you’ll find all the details on a ms. mackenzie “mack” rae parker, plucky country gal and badass babe. please love me and her and smash that like button or send me a dm (discord ichoosenikachu#4859 )  to plot.

( tw: drunk driver, death, sexism )

B A C K S T O R Y →

meet mackenzie rae parker, born august 17, 1989 in grove, oklahoma. mack (as she’s gone by since she was a kid and it won’t be changing anytime soon) was born to two loving parents Steven and Margaret Parker, the youngest daughter of three boys: morgan, matthew, and merritt. yes, her parents did have a thing for m names--and no, it didn’t help her momma remember her name any better, like they told their kids growing up. 

Maggie and Steve loved their daughter--their whole family, really--to bits and pieces. It had been Maggie’s dream to have a little girl when the couple first got together and when they had first received the ultrasound, well, they were overjoyed. When Mackenzie came into the world, there was cause for joyous celebration and laughter. Everyone was happy the Parker’s finally had a little pink bundle of joy. 

Little Mackenzie’s personality was--well, let’s just say she had never been one to shy away from an exciting situation. Her brothers’ had taught her early on that life wouldn’t always be easy so she had to be tough enough to take it head on. In fact, they made it a point to remind her whenever they had a chance. Buts she was also their little sister, and fiercely protective of her. And while it annoyed Mack to no end, she adored her brothers endlessly. 

Mack may not have been the strongest Parker in the household, but next to her Momma she was the wittiest. Her comebacks were always sharp and as she grew up, she honed her sarcastic, dry wit in addition to her own athletic talent.

Mack loved her Momma. In fact, if she had to pick favorites her Momma would have won every time. It wasn’t that she didn’t like her father. Her father was a good man--he was a local mechanic at Grove Automotive, always greeted everyone with a smile and cared deeply for his family. But Mack and him were never as close as she was with her momma. Maggie understood her daughter’s firey nature but compassionate heart and saw the way it warred within her--especially after she’d gotten into a fight with one of her brothers. 

( tw: drunk driving & death ) When Mack was twelve, though--tragedy struck. Maggie was on her back from work after parent teacher conferences; she was the local kindergarten teacher at Grove Elementary, when a drunk drive t-boned her car and Maggie was killed on impact. thankfully (if one can say that in this situation) no one else was in the car. but suddenly the Parker family had lost its matriarch and Mack, the one person who might have been able to understand her. 

She had always grown up as a tomboy--a fact that even her momma, a woman who had been raised in South Carolina to rather traditional parents couldn’t stamp out of her. But even so, after Maggie Parker passed on, Mack became even more of one, almost shunning all that was feminine away from her, as if any reminder of her mother would be the end of her as she knew it. And, for her, it might have been. It was no secret she had been the closest to Maggie--and her death hit her the hardest. Mack got rid of all her dresses, all her skirts, anything that reminded her of her mother--save for the small box of photos and momentos she kept heavily hidden under her bed. On her worst days, she’d pull the box out and talk to the photo of her Momma--it was the only time the blonde ever outwardly expressed emotions, specifically crying. 

To distract herself from the grief, Mack threw herself into everything she could in high school--archery, debate, robotics club, anything to keep her mind off of the encroaching cloud that now lived around her heart. It was in Robotics club, though, she learned she had a real knack for using her hands. She had learned early on about cars and the like--her father’s occupation and brothers’ fascination with the thing gave her unparalleled access to a number of cars being torn apart and rebuilt from the ground up. But Mack--Mack was always more excited about what flew above their heads than right next to them. A junior in high school, she had made the choice that she wanted to be an engineer--one who would eventually design an entire new fleet of Boeing Jets for commercial use. She had only ever flown on a jet once--to see her grandparents after her momma’s passing--but it had been the only thing to give her relief from her sadness that day. It’s where her love affair with aviation began. 

Mack graduated top of her class (nerd, her brothers would always joke) and soon found herself enrolled in the University of Oklahoma’s prized engineering program (boomer sooner!). Of course, she wanted to stay close to home--one, to keep the costs down but two, leaving her family felt wrong, even six years later. And for the most part, Mack loved it. She got involved in all sorts of things--engineering clubs, intramural sports, and even, yes, a sorority. It went against all the things she hated in relation to femininity, but her mother had spoken so highly of her experiences in the organization, and Mack felt a pull to join her. To her surprise, she didn’t hate it--and it was with those women she really started to learn about feminism. 

You see, when Mack would go home, all the women in town would ask her about if she was seeing a boy. Mack had never understood why it mattered so much if she had a boyfriend or not--she was getting her degree in mechanical engineering, wasn’t that a tad bit more impressive than whatever guy she might be seeing? But soon, it occurred to her that the women in town would never understand anything other than her finding her future husband at school. The fact shocked her, considering it had never occurred to her in the slightest that she’d ever go to school to get a husband in the first place. After the shock worn down, it enraged her and made her work harder. Because now, she was getting disparaging comments from the folks back home and the men in her internships and co-ops. Women can’t build things--they’ll break a nail. Why are you in pants? Your legs would look better in a skirt. Mack had never been one to bit her tongue, and on more than one occasion was able to test out what her brothers’ had taught her growing up. No one was going to tell Mack what she could or could not do. And certainly not because of her gender. 

Mack eventually graduated college--though deeply in debt thanks to all those added fees for science labs #thanksUofOklahoma--but realized that going back home would never be realistic for her. So, she packed up her truck, Betsy, and headed west. Originally, she had meant to go to Seattle or Portland--that’s where Boeing was, that’s where her dream landed. But something about Charming, CA caught her eye--and she found herself intrigued. Plus, it sure didn’t hurt that no one seemed to care when she applied to work as a mechanic in their autoshop. Now she’s been here about 8 years and she hasn’t grown sick of it yet. She still has dreams of working for Boeing, but as she grows more comfortable in Charming, they seem to be slipping to the wayside. 

Mack’s vibe is...well, she’s a loyal friend, a good listener and kind, though not sunshine and rainbows. Growing up without her mom really changed her--she still had a compassionate heart but it’s not as obvious as it once was. She’s still sassy, sarcastic and witty, but she is friendly as well. Smart too--and a bit of a nerd, loves herself some comics and documentaries. all around, she’s genuinely a good egg, just a little...rough around the edges at times. 

H E A D C A N O N S →

Mack never, ever goes by Mackenzie. In fact, you’ll never know its her full name unless she drops her ID. The only person you’ll ever hear call her that is her father--or brothers--when something is wrong. 

Her favorite food is chicken cordon bleu. She knows it sounds fancy but literally, her favorite is the one where you buy it frozen and pop it in the oven. She is a simple gal, truly. 

Her favorite shoes are her various pairs of converse, although for work she can be seen wearing docs so she doesn’t get oil all over her shoes. 

Betsy, her truck, is very special to her--she takes extra good care of it. She’s a 1967 Chevy C10 Pickup in a robin’s egg blue color--and her pride and joy.

Even though she loves her truck no matter what, the woman has worked on enough bikes for the various motorcycle clubs around town to know that if she had even gotten enough money--she’d get herself a nice bike. Flying down the road on open asphalt? Doesn’t get better than that. 

Mack loves classic rock. Like love loves it--but also the women of the 90′s like Alanis Morisette, Liz Phair, The Cranberries--she loves a good women rock group. 

P L O T S →

friends

exes

situationships/flirtationships

fwb

slowburn

coworkers

any connections to the motorcycle gang

literally i suck at listing plots out, just hit me up and i’ll be EXCITED TO PLOT!

#[[intro; mackenzie rae parker]] #please...love us? #shes a good sweet egg i promise #well sweet maybe not

[fuzziekins]

I would like to ask you all of the pride questions from that one post.

Dammit Steve XD

Gender and pronouns?  Female and she/her are fine, as far as i know i’m cis. i don’t care if you call me dude, though. Dude can be anyone.

Romantic orientation? i use demi-whatromantic, with demiromantic as the microlabel. Most people know whatromantic as quoiromantic or quoi. i think what/quoi is typically known as a microlabel, but i relate to that more and feel it describes me more compared to demi which is why i focus more on that aspect.

Sexual orientation? In lamest terms? Asexual. In my terms? Stereotypical ace. In specific terms? S-x repulsed asexual.

Past labels you’ve used? i didn’t use anything before discovering asexuality because naive and oblivious, as far as i know. Before demi-whatromantic i briefly used demiromantic as a placeholder even though that didn’t totally feel right on its own.

How long have you been using your current labels? Asexual since late October 2017 and officially, or i guess out, since February 2018. Demi-whatromantic i think has been for maybe 6ish months now?

What made you pick your name? i had no say in my name lol. I haven’t changed it at all

What names have you gone by previously? Unless nicknames count for anything, just my regular boring name.

What names have you considered using? i’ve only ever considered using other names for me as a Pokemon trainer in the games which is obviously not the same. But, for the record, every time i start a game using the male trainer i’d use the name Larry.

Do you like your flag(s)? i don’t focus on the demiromantic flag as much, only because i feel less of the connection to compared to ace and what. The asexual flag has definitely given me a new appreciation for purple, but as a former art student i’ve been taught that black is typically the absence or color and white encompasses all the colors. so i do wish the ace flag had more colors just so i can stop referring to purple as the “only” color. i definitely appreciate and like the look of the whatromantic flag, but i don’t think as many people are aware of what it looks like or that it even exists. i especially love the shade of blue used in it.

Favorite flag(s) visually? Gonna be unoriginal and say the gay pride flag just because i love rainbows. 

Favorite colors? Blue has always been a favorite of mine, and i used to gravitate mostly towards lighter shades of purple but now i just include purple in general.

Favorite animals? Puppies, kitties, bunnies, hamsters, monkeys, ponies.... Actually, probably best just to say adorable fluffy animals.

Favorite things about being LGBT+? i like having an explanation for being me. i don’t look my age to begin with and i definitely don’t act like it. So people assuming there’s something wrong with me mentally because of it, or wanting to avoid me in general.... i know people have their feelings about stereotypes and a lot of times it is negative, but for me knowing that a stereotypical ace basically describes who i am, it feels reassuring. And i like knowing that i don’t have to act or think or do completely of what’s expected of me because in a heteronormative world, being LGBT+ completely flips that around. Even if to me, it doesn’t always feel like i have a place because i don’t know many queer people and i don’t get involved in things in general, somewhere in my mind i know that there’s a place for me.

Are you dysphoric? Not that i know of.

Are you religious? Nope. i don’t fast, i don’t keep kosher, i don’t go to temple, i never went to Hebrew school.... But it doesn’t make me any less connected to my religion and, as selfish as it sounds, i still wanna make a point of it and remind people, hey us Jews exist, too!

Are you questioning your identity? Some parts of it i do question sometimes, mostly in terms of aesthetic attraction. But i fluctuate with including that attraction in my identity. And i do question how much, if at all it does or could play a part in my romantic attraction. 

Are you in a relationship? Haha, funny. Nope.

Are you out of the closet IRL? For the most part, yes. It’s primarily in terms of saying i’m asexual or just queer, but part of that depends who i’m talking to, if or when it comes up in conversation, and how comfortable i feel talking to people about it.

Is your family supportive? i honestly don’t know if my extended family knows, even though i do post pride related things on my Instagram which some of them do follow and i have posted about it there. But, as annoyed as my mom can get with my ace jokes or comments sometimes, she accepts me for who i am and supports me, and has, probably before even knowing the term asexual existed, had an assumption a typical relationship happening for me was slim. And i know without a doubt that if my dad was still around he would definitely be supportive of me and not cared what i identified as, what i looked like, who i liked or didn’t like, or anything like that. 

Favorite LGBT+ celebrity or historical figure? Neil Patrick Harris is definitely one of them, and i think another favorite is probably Demi Lovato.

Favorite LGBT+ couple IRL? Neil Patrick Harris and David Burtka. i love NPH and the family that he and David have are just the most precious things ever! Plus the way they go all out for Halloween every year? HELL. YES.

Favorite LGBT+ canon character? First one that comes to mind is Asami from Legend of Korra. Because Asami. Another one is Cyrus Goodman from Andi Mack. i loved watching his journey on the show and also knowing that there are kids who were watching Disney Channel that could not only relate to and look up to him as a queer character but also as a queer Jewish character. Plus he was just the most precious character and i just wanted to hug him!

Favorite LGBT+ canon fictional couple? Korra and Asami from Legend of Korra; Stef and Lena from The Fosters; Kat and Adena from The Bold Type.

Some characters you headcanon as LGBT+? Elsa and Honeymaren from Frozen 2. Don’t get me started, i will NEVER shut up. I’m going down with that ship.

Some LGBT+ pairings you ship? i know i already said Kat and Adena from the Bold Type. As of the current season they are - spoiler - not together and have not been done the justice to them as characters or their relationship. I continue to ship them, i love the chemistry the actors always have between them and how believable it is for their characters, and i’m just anxiously waiting for the day when they can hopefully FINALLY get back together.

Any celebrity crushes? If by crushes you mean celebrities i admire, look up to, think are cute, and would probably watch almost any show or movie if they were in it? Zendaya. The same has also applied to Corbin Bleu.

Any fictional crushes? As long as the same rule applies to the previous question and also includes being obsessed yet completely in control of that obsession and that character is also a muse for creativity? Elsa.

A trope you dislike about your identity? Probably that it’s a phase or i just haven’t met the right person yet. It took me probably too long to know let alone even understand why i didn’t think so much of romance or relationships and why i was never looking for or really wanting an actual relationship. For the most part, that’s been my whole life so to say my whole life is just some kind of phase or imply that i’m living it wrong? Just. No.

A trope about your identity that applies to you? Maybe this falls more under the stereotypical asexual label, but that aces can be very childlike. i’ve always been a kid at heart, i never really acted like my age, and yeah i can be really naive or clueless about a lot of things. 

Something you wish people understood about your identity? Probably just that people understood it’s an actual identity. It’s not a choice, it’s not a phase. It’s not a label someone created just to be able to fit in somewhere or for sh-ts and giggles. It’s an actual, legitimate, real identity. 

Something you dislike about being LGBT+? I feel like i can’t fully comment on it because sometimes i don’t fully feel LGBT+. Not having more than a couple of friends who identify as queer, not actively getting involved in the community or really wanting to be around people in general...i can only say what i dislike based on what i’ve seen online. And what i don’t like is that the LGBT+ community is supposed to be that - a community. It’s supposed to be a place where we can all relate to each other somehow, support each other and rely on each other. It’s supposed to be a place where, regardless of what label or how many labels we use, if we’re not straight it’s our place. We belong. But people still find a way to want to kick people out or treat people badly just because they don’t understand or agree on the label. Or maybe they don’t like or understand why someone chose a certain label or doesn’t have one at all or just uses queer. People still find a way to exclude and ignore and that’s not fair at all.

If you’re not cis, do you want HRT and/or surgery?

If you’re not straight, who was your first same-gender crush? Are we still going by either of my crush definitions from earlier....?

Do you align with any gay subcategories? (Butch/femme, bear/twink, etc.) Not that i know of. I don’t think i even know a lot, or maybe any of the subcategories at all besides those mentioned.

Do you have any LGBT+ idols? Elton John is the one that comes to mind. Knowing the life he had, the addictions he struggled with and ultimately overcame, becoming an activist and philanthropist especially for HIV/AIDS, growing up on his music... He dealt with a lot and has gone through so much but he’s come out so much stronger and has not only had a successful career but has also tried to do his part to help others for a cause that he believes in. 

Do you own pride merch? Would you like to? A pride hat, 2 pride scarves, a few pride pins, an asexual lanyard.... i would definitely like to have a t-shirt with an ace pun at it at some point, though.

Do you have a type in partners? Probably water. Or were you talking about actual human partners and not Pokemon partners in the games?

Do you have a type in friends? i actually don’t think i chose any of my friends. As far as i can think of, all of the friends i do have came into my life kind of by accident or by chance and they’re the ones who have stuck around. i do think most of my friends though have senses of humors and are loyal, although the closest ones are definitely WAY more levelheaded than i am! XD

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   ❝ ☆☆☆  ❞                                                         —- @ingenixre

✧・ﾟ   How I rate your blog:| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | How I rate your URL:| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | How I rate your blog theme:| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | How you play your muse: i think when we first met i told you that if someone printed a picture of your muse on a t-shirt i’d wear it. so i hope that answers this question. Thoughts/opinion on the mun: Bleu, you are only ever sweet and patient with me. you’re my percious piece of peanut butter brittle and thats on that. How much I ship our muses: Are you out of your mind?! | NO | prefer not to | I need some convincing | MAYBE | let’s do our best for chemistry | what a good idea | YES | I’ve been hoping for this! | oh gods yes | LETS MAKE A NEW OTP | shipping hell!!  |  How attractive my muse finds yours:| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | Platonic attraction:| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | Sexual attraction:| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | ( she still hella cute tho ) A situation or starter sentence for our muses: we’re already doing it, but samara spitting up a blood corruption baby, that’s A+ material. A scene I would want to write with you: Meeting | Cooking | Kiss | Fight | Bed-share | Shopping | World domination | Solve crimes | Stranded | Distant friends | None of these but PM ME | Or: that suramar soriee-- tbh imma hit that up hard If we would write, my mood is:fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | hurt / comfort | action | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | literally all of them | ・ﾟ✧

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The Cheese Shop Witch

*One day while strolling through Smashville, Bayonetta happens upon a shop called ‘Tom Nook’s Cheese Emporium. Feeling like a bite, she steps inside and is welcomed by K.K. Slider playing a bazouki while Timmy and Tommy Nook dance to the tune. Undeterred, Bayonetta steps to the counter and rings the bell, summoning Tom Nook from the back*

Tom: Good morning, Ma'am. Welcome to the Tom Nook’s Cheese Emporium!

Bayonetta: Ah, thank you, my good man.

Tom: What can I do for you, Sir?

Bayonetta: Well, I was, uh, sitting in your public museum just now, perusing the art gallery, when I suddenly came over all peckish.

Tom: Peckish, ma'am?

Bayonetta: Esuriant.

Tom: Eh?

Bayonetta: (mocking rural English accent) ‘Ee, Ah wor 'ungry-loike!

Tom: Ah, hungry!

Bayonetta: In a nutshell. And I thought to myself, “a little fermented curd will do the trick,” so, I curtailed my art exhibiting activities, sallied forth, and infiltrated your place of purveyance to negotiate the vending of some cheesy comestibles!

Tom: Come again?

Bayonetta: I want to buy some cheese.

Tom: Oh, I thought you were complaining about the bazouki player!

Bayonetta: Oh, heaven forbid: I am one who delights in all manifestations of the Terpsichorean muse!

Tom: Sorry?

Bayonetta: 'Ooo, Ah lahk a nice tuune, 'yer forced too!

Tom: So he can go on playing, can he?

Bayonetta: Most certainly! Now then, some cheese please, my good man.

Tom: (lustily) Certainly, ma'am. What would you like?

Bayonetta: Well, eh, how about a little red Leicester.

Tom: I’m, afraid we’re fresh out of red Leicester, ma'am.

Bayonetta: Oh, never mind, how are you on Tilsit?

Tom: Never at the end of the week, I get it fresh on Monday morning.

Bayonetta: Tish tish. No matter. Well, stout yeoman, four ounces of Caerphilly, if you please.

Tom: Ah! It’s been on order for two weeks. Was expecting it this morning.

Bayonetta: …'tis not my day, is it? Aah, Bel Paese?

Tom: Sorry, ma'am.

Bayonetta: Red Windsor?

Tom: Normally, ma'am, yes. Today the van broke down.

Bayonetta: Ah. Stilton?

Tom: Sorry.

Bayonetta: Ementhal? Gruyere?

Tom: No.

Bayonetta: Any Norweigan Jarlsburg, per chance?

Tom: No.

Bayonetta: Lipta?

Tom: No.

Bayonetta: Lancashire?

Tom: No.

Bayonetta: White Stilton?

Tom: No.

Bayonetta: Danish Brew?

Tom: No.

Bayonetta: Double Goucester?

Tom: (thinks a moment) No.

Bayonetta: Cheshire?

Tom: No.

Bayonetta: Dorset Bluveny?

Tom: No.

Customer: Brie, Roquefort, Pol le Veq, Port Salut, Savoy Aire, Saint Paulin, Carrier de lest, Bres Bleu, Bruson?

Tom: No.

Bayonetta: Camenbert, perhaps?

Tom: Ah! We have Camenbert, yes ma'am!

Bayonetta: (surprised) You do! Excellent.

Tom: It’s..ah,…..it’s a bit runny…

Bayonetta: Oh, I like it runny.

Tom: Well,.. It’s very runny, actually, sir.

Bayonetta: No matter, I like it extra runny. Fetch hither the fromage de la Belle France, s'il vous plait.

Tom: I…think it’s a bit runnier than you’ll like it, ma'am.

Bayonetta: (annoyed) I don’t care how fucking runny it is. Hand it over with all speed.

Tom: Yes ma'am. (checks under the counter) Oooooooooohhh……..!

Bayonetta: What now?

Tom: The cat’s eaten it.

Bayonetta: Has he?

Tom: She, ma'am.

Bayonetta: …gouda?

Tom: No.

Bayonetta: Edam?

Tom: No.

Bayonetta: Case Ness?

Tom: No.

Bayonetta: Smoked Austrian?

Tom: No.

Bayonetta: Japanese Sage Darby?

Tom: No.

Bayonetta: You…do have some cheese, don’t you?

Tom: (brightly) Of course, ma'am. It’s a cheese shop, ma'am. We’ve got–

Bayonetta: No no… don’t tell me. I’m keen to guess.

Tom: Fair enough.

Bayonetta: Uuuuuh, Wenslydale?

Tom: Yes?

Bayonetta: Ah, splendid! I’ll have some of that.

Tom: …Oh! I thought you were talking to me, ma'am. Mister Tom 'Wenslydale’ Nook, that’s my name.

Bayonetta: …Greek Feta?

Tom: Uh, not as such.

Bayonetta: Uuh, Gorgonzola?

Tom: No

Bayonetta: Parmesan,

Wenslydale: No

Bayonetta: Mozzarella,

Tom: No

Bayonetta: Paper Cramer,

Tom: No

Bayonetta: Danish Bimbo,

Tom: No

Bayonetta: Czech sheep’s milk,

Tom: No

Bayonetta: Venezuelan Beaver Cheese?

Tom: Not today, ma'am, no.

Bayonetta: …alright, let’s keep things simple. How about Cheddar?

Tom: Well, I’m afraid we don’t get much call for it around here, ma'am.

Bayonetta: Not much ca–It’s the single most popular cheese in the world!

Tom: Not 'round here, sir.

Bayonetta: And what, pray tell, IS the most popular cheese 'round hyah?

Tom: 'Illchester, ma'am.

Bayonetta: Is it?

Tom: Oh, yes, it’s staggeringly popular in this manor, squire.

Bayonetta: Is it?

Tom: It’s our number one best seller, sir!

Bayonetta: I see. 'Illchester, eh?

Tom: Right.

Bayonetta: …okay, I’m game. Have you got any?

Tom: I’ll have a look, ma'am… (briefly looks behind him) Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnno.

Bayonetta: It’s not much of a cheese shop, is it?

Tom: Finest in the district!

Bayonetta: What brings you to that conclusion?

Tom: Well, it’s so clean!

Bayonetta: It’s certainly uncontaminated by cheese….

Tom: (brightly) You haven’t asked me about Limburger, ma'am.

Bayonetta: Is it be worth it?

Tom: Could be….

Bayonetta: Have you-(turns toward sliders and the Brothers Nook)-WILL YOU SHUT THAT BLOODY BAZOUKI OFF!?

Tom: Told you ma'am….

Bayonetta: (slowly) Have you got any Limburger?

Tom: No.

Bayonetta: Figures. Predictable, really. It was an act of purest optimism on my part to have posed the question in the first place. Tell me, have you in fact got any cheese here at all?

Tom: Yes ma'am!

Bayonetta: Now listen closely. I’m going to ask you that question again, and if you say 'no’ I’m going to shoot you through the face. Understand?

Tom: Yes, ma'am.

Bayonetta: Have you any?

Tom: No.

Bayonetta: (pulls out her gun and shoots Tom right between the eyes)

Tom: Ooh! (falls over dead)

Bayonetta: What a senseless waste of life.

#incorrect quotes #smash bros #submission #incorrect super smash bros #super smash bros #Tom Nook #Bayonetta #Animal Crossing #source: Monty Python and the Flying Circus

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Day job related test: Moulin du Roy's paper by kineko

Edit: Sweet mother of the Muses, okay, I find these picture plastered on EVERY russian art supplies selling site I see, sometimes with the watermark, wometimes without so let me be clear: You CAN use this picture on your art supplies website ON THE CONDITION of NOT removing the watermark AND adding my name and website in a VISIBLE place: Valériane Duvivier : valeriane.org If you do not, I will know. And I will go all Baba Yaga on you. Edit en français: Sainte mère des Muses, ok, je trouve cette image sur TOUS les sites de ventes de matos artistique russe, parfois avec la watermark, parfois sans, donc soyons clair: Je vous AUTORISE a mettre cette image sur vos sites de vente de matériel en ligne A LA CONDITION de ne PAS retirer le watermark et d'ajouter de manière VISIBLE mon nom et mon site : Valériane Duvivier: valeriane.org Si vous ne le faites pas, je le saurais. Et je vous tomberais dessus en mode Baba Yaga. --- For today's day job related test, I'll review the new watercolor paper from canson: Moulin du Roy!One the best peck of working in an art store is all these test sheet I can.. er.. liberate. So what about this new paper? A few things.1: It's 100% cotton. Sure, it may seem it's a little thing but paper made with wood contain lignin, an acidic component which degrade the quality of paper over time (it's probably more complicated than that, but keep in mind I'm french and never did science in english). A good quality watercolor paper should be made with either cotton or clothes.2: It's way cheaper than Arches. Sure Arches is the Roll Royces of watercolor paper, but I'm cheap. We all are.3: It's way better than Montval (except that I like the Montval rough texture but it's a post for another day)4: It's not whiter than white. Well at least, it hasn't been.. er... Whitened? Not chemically at least. (yeah, I'm all for environment, I switched my paintbrushes to goat hair and synthetic the day I learned what exactly is Petit-Gris)5: Exist in 140lb. But only in 140lb. No other weight for the moment. But let's get a bit more into the technical aspect. Here are three pictures made with the same watercolor ( a mix of cotman student and sennelier l'aquarelle) with my pentel aquash brushes.Left to right: Rough, Cold pressed and Hot pressed.Rough is really REALLY rough. I don't think I ever worked on a texture that rough already. And as usual, I really don't like this texture. Sure, it resist water and washes like a freaking BOAT, but the surface feel too rough for my technic. It's good for background and texture, not so well for line art. So, not the paper fault, just a personal preference.Cold pressed, now, I'm more used to it. I usually work on this kind of paper and while it a bit rougher than usual, I still manage to use it without too much problem. My indigo did some interesting effect on the blue washes but the surface resisted the numerous coat needed to shade the skin. So a good point for me, I'm a bit of a barbarian with my paintbrushes.Hot pressed now is the disappointment of the day. I like hot pressed paper. It doesn't  absorb water and pigment like the cold pressed or rough paper, but I usually like the effect more.And... well... I couldn't manage to mix the colors and to shade off the skin as I wanted. Look at this horrideous pink background. The gradient is awful. Strangely, the hot pressed paper dried a lot quicker than usual, it may have been because I was at my Dad's place and it was blissfully warm, but the painting dried too quickly. To resume the situation:Rough: still not for me. But it could be interesting to play around with texture.Hot pressed: Oh for the love of the Muse: NO. Or at least, not for washes.Cold pressed: BRING IT ON BABY! No, more seriously, once the prices will be final at work, I'll see if I can afford a whole pad of these on the long term. I would recommend this paper for a good middle ground between student quality paper and Arches or Fabriano Artistico. ---Aujourd'hui, pour le test du boulot, je vais parler du nouveau papier aquarelle de Canson: Moulin du Roy!Un des trucs les plus géniaux quand on travaille dans un magasin d 'art, ce sont tous ces échantillons que je peux... heu... libérer.Bon alors qu'est ce qu'il a ce nouveau papier? Plusieurs choses.1: C'est du 100% coton. Ok, ca peut sembler mineur, mais en réalité, ça a son importance. Le papier fait de bois contient de la lignine, un composant acide qui dégrade le papier au fil du temps (bon c'est technique, ne m'en demandez pas plus). Un papier de bonne qualité devrait être fait avec du coton ou du tissu pour éviter ça.2: Il est bien moins cher qu'Arches. Je sais, Arches, c'est la Roll Royces du papier aquarelle, mais je suis fauchée. On l'es tous.3: C'est bieeeeeen mieux que Montval (sauf que j'aime bien la texture de Montval torchon, mais c'est un post pour un autre jour)4: Il n'est pas plus blanc que blanc. En tout cas, il n'a pas été reblanchi chimiquement (oui j'aime protéger l'environnement, je suis passée aux pinceaux en poils de chèvres et synthétique le jour ou j'ai découvert ce que sont les petit-gris. Indice: On parle pas des escargots)5: Existe en 300 g/m². Et seulement dans cette épaisseur. Rien d'autre pour le moment. Bon, maintenant passons un peu à l'aspect technique. Voici trois peintures faites avec la même aquarelle (un mélange d'étude Cotman et d'Aquarelle Sennelier), et mes pinceaux Aquash de Pentel.De gauche à droite: Grain torchon, grain fin et grain satiné.Le torchon est VRAIMENT rugueux. Je ne crois pas avoir déjà bosser sur un grain aussi prononcé. Et comme d'hab, je n'aime pas ça. Bon c'est vrai que ce grain résiste à l'eau et aux lavis comme un nom de d'la de BATEAU, mais la surface du papier est trop accidentée pour ma technique. C'est chouette pour les décors et les textures, mais pas terrible pour le dessin au trait. En gros, c'est pas la faute au papier, juste une préférence personnelle.Le grain fin, par contre, j'y suis plus habituée. C'est le grain sur lequel je travaille habituellement et j'ai put bosser sur celui ci sans trop de problème d'adaptation. Mon indigo a fait des effet intéressant sur le lavis bleu mais la surface du papier a bien résisté aux nombreuses couches passées pour ombrer la peau. un bon point pour moi, je suis un peu une barbare avec mes pinceaux.Et enfin le grain satin, ce fut la déception du jour. J'aime bien le satiné d'habitude, d'accor,d ça n'absorbe pas l'eau et les pigments comme le grain torchon et fin, mais je préfère dessiner avec.Sauf que là.. Ben, pas moyen. Je ne suis pas arrivée à mélanger les couleurs et faire des dégradés correct. Nan mais matez moi cet horrible fond rose quoi... Étonnement, le papier satiné a séché plus vite que d'habitude, c'est peut être que j'étais chez mon père et qu'il y fait toujours super chaud, mais la peinture a sécher trop vite. Donc en résumé:Torchon: Toujours pas pour moi. Mais ça pourrait être intéressant de s'amuser à faire des textures avec.Grain satin: Oh pour l'amour de sMuses: NON. Ou en tout cas, pas avec des lavis.Grain fin: OH QUE OUI! Non plus sérieusement, dès que le prix découverte sera passé, je verrais si je peux me le mettre au budget 2014. En tout cas, je recommande ce papier pour un bon milieu entre le papier d'étude et Arches ou Fabriano artistico.

#at

[the-expatriate]

Another Mage: "✨️I cast, I cast, oh, I cast!✨️"

Pari: "FUCK YOU! I'M NOT GOING TO ANNOUNCE MY SPELLS ANYMORE! You'll find out what they are when they OBLITERATE THE SHIT OUT OF YOU!"

#let me bleu your mind: musings #pari in her fantasy based au's

[smartcookie727]

More Than Memories

Hey peeps! Today is a lovely day for a birthday fic for my dear @bluuesparrow /@moineau-bleu . Happy birthday darling! You deserve all the love and happiness. *Falls from the sky into your arms with hugs, dessert, and booze* I hope today has been wonderful and you get some chilling time. You are an amazing artist, so talented, and a wonderful friend. How have I not known you my entire life? I can’t wait to see you grow as a person and in your work....so I got ya something. Fic, feels, smut. It’s time to get to the saucy part of bday fun. In true cookie fashion I made sure the thermostat got turned wayyy up. NSFW peeps. I decided to indulge for her sake :) This is based on her awesome art! Go check her out. She's doing commissions now, and for $1 extra you can get a fic by me (there are some other awesome writers participating too) on top of your art! Go commission her! Especially if ya like the fic. You could be getting one soon :) Alrighty, time for the fun stuff ;)

Pairing: Gajevy

Prompt: reading a book on the balcony

Length: 2.6k

More than Memories

Soft morning light illuminated the pages in Levy's hand. The world was just waking up outside the balcony in the little seaside town. A crisp breeze had roused her from a restful sleep, and the bookmark in her novel beckoned Levy to lose herself in its words instead of dreams. She rested against a pillow, propped up into a makeshift window seat on the intricate framing of their room. Warmth from the hazy sun knocked off the chill from the ocean wind. Levy was perfectly content. She would stretch this moment to encompass days if she could. However, her picture wasn't complete until her husband walked over with a steaming mug of coffee. Gajeel sat down next to his little wife. Her eyes flew over the pages, seeming to not register his presence. He took a sip from the cup; it was sweet, just like her. Gajeel's taste had slowly adjusted to the way Levy enjoyed her coffee over their years together. It made their morning routine much more manageable when he only needed to make one large cup instead of two. Gajeel had accidentally given her his mug one morning, just after they'd gotten engaged, and he'd swear he'd never had to move faster in any battle to dodge her disapproving spray. Bitter, black coffee and Levy did not mix. He looked down at the novel, but her fingers kept flipping through the pages, completely unaware. "So into yer books ya don't even smell the coffee or notice yer in a nightie out here. I hope you didn't give anyone a show," he teased, breath warm on her neck, "I thought I was supposed to be the only one with a ticket." Levy didn't look up. "At least I put something on before coming over here to read."

"True," he laughed, squeezing in behind her. Levy nuzzled appreciatively against his chest. Gajeel twirled a lock of blue hair around his finger and purred, "Last night was fun. I'm surprised you even found this." He tugged her chemise just a tad lower, exposing more of her breasts. Gajeel placed a long kiss against her skin, nearly melting into her, before taking another sip of coffee.

Levy sighed sweetly; her neck was one of her favorite places to be kissed. It never failed to send tingles through her body. "Found it in the bathroom next to the tub." "I don't remember losing it there." "Neither did I, but there it was." "Ya know," Gajeel said softly, "if we still wanna go check out that hidden part of the beach we heard about last night, we're gonna have to get ready soon. The man said the tide will come back in a little after noon." Levy groaned, tossing her head back to hit his chest. "But Gajeel," she whined, "we're on vacation, and it's too early to do anything but read." She flipped another page. "Too early for coffee then?" he teased, lifting the mug high into the air. Levy's eyes perked up at the mention of her favorite beverage. One hand held her page as the other reached for the mug, but Gajeel kept it moving out of her reach. She reached higher, exposing part of her hip. He gave the spot a quick tickle before releasing the mug into her grasp. "Never too early for coffee." Levy took a long, relaxing drink, inhaling the fragrant aroma, and returned the mug to her husband. "Yer the one who suggested we come to this little town. Ya said," Gajeel coughed and did his best to imitate her high voice, " 'There's so much fun stuff to do together there. We could spend the whole day exploring and going wherever we want. You know what I'd love? To play in the ocean and collect a bunch of shells from the sand'. " He shook his head. Levy would stay in bed reading all day if he didn't force her to put on clothes and go outside. She would forever be a dreamer who loved adventure, but the adventure between the pages of her novel was just as enticing as the one outside her door. "Well, right now I just want to relax and hang around here with you," she paused, sadness creeping into her voice, "We've both been on such long jobs these days —it doesn't feel like we've had much time to just be together." Gajeel winced, they'd both felt the pain of being apart, and it killed him that they ever let it get so far. "I know," he said, gently stroking her hair, "That's why we decided to have our little get away." Gajeel squeezed his arms around her in a warm hug and kissed her softly on the lips. "It's been great so far. Lazy morning it is." Levy smiled back at him for a long moment then returned to her book.

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, Levy reading and Gajeel finishing their coffee. With a sigh, he placed the mug on the floor and his chin on her shoulder. His fingers itched. He needed something to do. Gajeel couldn’t just sit. Slowly, he rubbed his jaw around the top of her shoulder, putting pressure on the muscles. Levy's shoulder jerked slightly, and Gajeel worked his chin around until he found a knot. Pressing around the tight tissue, he probed for size. The knot was large; it had probably grown unchecked over the countless late nights Levy spent hunched over her desk working on translations. There had been so many jobs lately. She’d likely grown used to the pain. In the beginning, he'd rubbed her shoulders every night, working out the tension while she talked about her day. Back then, he'd never let her pull all nighters. He'd hoist her up from her chair, and she’d flail and kick to no avail, jabbering that she had to finish her work. Then he’d turn off the light, insisting she rest and take her to bed. How many nights lately had she not slept? He didn't even know. Levy never even mentioned having a knot, not to mention one this big. She used to ask him for a massage even when she wasn’t in pain; Levy just loved the feeling of his hands on her skin. Well, it was a good place to start making up for lost time, and it would give him something to do while she read. Gajeel leaned back and eased Levy forward a bit, giving himself room to work. She grumbled at being moved but knew he wouldn't do so without good reason. Starting close to her neck, he worked his fingers over the muscle out towards her arms. Heavy thumbs pressed the spot he'd found, easing the tension. Levy groaned happily, addressing her shoulder hadn't crossed her mind in so long, but now that Gajeel was, she could feel a tight lump under this fingers. Gajeel used circular motions to run over the rest of her upper back. A mix of release and soreness filled Levy as he worked. Little groans escaped her lips each time he found a sore spot, and there were nearly too many to count. Levy felt herself focusing more on his hands than her novel; it felt so good to not hurt anymore. She'd missed this sweet kind of spoiling. She'd missed him. Levy let her head roll side to side as he worked, her hands barely able to hold the book in place.

Setting the novel on a nearby chair, Levy sighed, "You know the only thing that gets me to stop reading." She curled her back, offering more area for him to rub. "It's called being yer husband." Gajeel lifted her left hand, placing a kiss on her ring. The one he'd made for her when they'd gotten married. The one she adored. Levy smiled at the gesture; Gajeel loved to play with their rings. It was the best piece he’d ever crafted and a symbol of their love. Levy exhaled low as he continued to rub her skin, and each time she made a noise, Gajeel’s pants grew tighter. She let herself lean forward, resting on the pillow beneath her chest. Another moan escaped as Gajeel continued to press on her back. Heat between them increased with every inch he moved closer. Familiar wetness touched her legs as her moans grew deeper. She pulled him flush with her ankles, knees locking them together and toes curling into his back. Gajeel could read his wife like a book. The way she arched into his touch, how her nightgown had slipped up her skin, exposing her underwear, urging him to touch her more intimately without saying so. He snickered. And Shrimp said he wasn't subtle. Leaning over so he could better massage, Gajeel kissed her neck, swiping a finger over the little fabric that covered her core. It came out damp. "Sure it's too early for anything but coffee and reading?" Gajeel asked as her lower back arched further into him. "I can think of one other thing we could do at this hour," Levy mused. "I think yer more than thinking about it, love." His laugh sent goosebumps down her arms. "What did you call it yesterday when I woke up…excited? Morning madness?" Levy giggled, that was the vocabulary she'd used. "Shut up and carry me back in already my strong, sexy dragon slayer." "That's some saucy dirty talking, and trust me I appreciate the compliments, but," Gajeel tucked a bookmark into her book, gently closing the cover, "I also know what's important to my wife." Levy rolled to face him, smiling as he lifted her into the air by her legs. She draped her arms over his shoulders and kissed his cheek. "You know me so well." Gajeel gave her ass squeeze. "That I do." He dropped them both on the bed, careful not to squish her. Their lips never left each other's for a second. Levy inhaled sharply and tossed her head back as Gajeel planted fervid kisses on her neck. He grabbed at her chemise clumsily, and she helped him lift it off. "I love you so much, Lev," he breathed, anger and regret coating his words, "I'm sorry we haven't had more time together lately." Levy wiped a tear from his eye, holding back a sniffle of her own. "I am too. I've missed you." Gajeel kissed the drops that trickled down her cheeks. "But sometimes work and life happen, and things don’t go as we’d like." Her voice was shaky as she pulled down his pants, "But I plan on making up that time now." They kissed for a long minute, feeling the warmth of skin on skin and letting their tears dry. Comfort soon turned to lust, and Gajeel’s tongue explored her mouth while her hips ground against him.

Gajeel growled low, fingers roaming her legs. "I wanna make you feel so damn amazing, Levy. My wife deserves nothing less." "Only if I can do the same for you," she crooned. His kisses trailed to her neck and her moans filled his ear. "I'm never letting us spend so much time apart again." "Good," Levy grunted, her face a mere breath away. "Gajeel, I want you to make me forget that we were ever apart that long." He searched her cheeks, but there was no blush. He'd only seen her more serious a handful of times in his life. "I want it deep and carnal right now. Show me how much you missed me." Gajeel's eyes went wide. "So it's this side of my Shrimp today? You got it, Lev." Gajeel let his usual barriers down, the ones that kept his touches soft and teasing. He let the part of himself that craved their mutual satisfaction take over. His lips were on her slit in a second, tasting her lust. He rolled her clit, eliciting the moans he so eagerly desired. Levy's head was set swimming. He was giving her every ounce of carnal pleasure she’d asked for. Her fingers grasped at his hair, waves of ecstasy coursed through her with each flick of his tongue. Her moaning grew louder, harder, until her hips thrust wildly against him, barreling towards release. Gajeel wet his finger against her slit. Levy needed him, and her body showed it. The digit slid easily into her core. He pumped her deep, sliding along her walls, until he found what he was looking for. Levy nearly screamed when he touched the spot, taking his time to cover the entire length. All the while his teeth and lips remained firmly on her pearl, sucking and rolling as it pulsed. Her back arched, forcing her closer into him, gasping for more. She was drunk on his touch, moaning his name over and over. Every move he made sent her keening under waves of electricity. Gajeel was relentless as he pleasured her.

Levy’s legs spread wide, toes curling, fingers digging into the bed. She was close, and Gajeel knew it. He could feel her body tensing with impending release, and he was going to give it to her in her favorite way. As his right finger and tongue continued their work, his other hand reached into her mouth, rubbing around her lip until it was coated with saliva. She sucked his finger, wanting to reciprocate the pleasure he gave her, but it was all her body could do to keep up with him. Gajeel palmed her breast, then circled her nipple with the barest touch of his pad. He pinched the hardened bud softly. His tongue twirled her clit and his other finger ran along her sweet spot. Levy groaned with force as she came, feet wrapping around him fiercely and pulling him close. Her hands kept them locked together as she rode out her high, Gajeel prolonging it as long as he could. When she finally stilled, he climbed over and kissed her, hand cradling her head while her breathing calmed. She could taste her desire on his lips. Levy moaned softly once again as her eyes fluttered shut. She was already tired from the intensity of what they'd done. Gajeel's hands roamed over the rest of her body, taking in every inch of his wife. She beamed back at him and tilted her head up for another kiss. "Don't fall asleep on me now, Lev. We've only just gotten started." Guttural moans escaped them both as they climaxed together, hearts pounding furiously. Gajeel was barely able to remove himself before he collapsed next to Levy on the bed, his energy blissfully spent. He held her close as they lay there, panting side by side. Gajeel kissed her damp forehead, and she curled into him. The ability to use words slowly came back as the heat ebbed from their intertwined bodies. "So hun," he sighed, "You ever recall a time we were apart?" "Not anymore." Levy smiled, kissing him deeply. "And it won't happen again. I'm not making that mistake ever again." He stretched for a moment and nosed her ear as he settled on his pillow. "Now, how about a little nap before we hit the beach?" "Sounds perfect, dear,” she mumbled, drifting off to sleep. Their time in the seaside town seemed like a dream. Sun, sand, and never-ending places to explore during the day; moonlit walks, sweet treats, and time to be alone at night. Vacation turned into a renewed connection. They vowed to do better by each other and to not let time pass so fast. Each morning Gajeel would greet her with coffee, and Levy would greet him back just as sweetly. Their memories in that little town would last a lifetime, and the jar of seashells they brought home wouldn't be their only souvenir.

#gajevy #gajevy fanfiction #Gajeel Redfox #Levy McGarden #ftfanfics #cookie writes #more than memories #cookie queen of smut #bday fic for blue #this was so fun to write #love ya darling #your day of spoiling via fic is not over yet

[noahfence1d]

On a muggy May morning in a penthouse in Battersea, southwest London, the delectable self-styled “chef and food consultant” Tess Ward is slumped on an enormous grey sofa, cradling a cup of peppermint tea and musing on the downsides of social media.

“Snapchat I’ve deleted, Twitter — don’t really do it,” she says wearily, her home counties accent as sharp as mandolined celeriac. “I’m even a little bit out of love with Instagram. At the moment I’m getting a lot of direct messages there, but I respectfully choose not to reply to them, because they’re all, like, er . . . interesting. I want a break,” she wails, her tones turning mock-northern. “I just want a break.”

Why is Ward so disillusioned? She’s a key member of today’s cohort of gorgeous, uber-connected food writers/chefs/wellbeing gurus (think “Deliciously” Ella Mills of the Sainsbury dynasty and former models Jasmine and Melissa Hemsley), following the favoured career path for upper-crust pretty things, whom the satirical website the Daily Mash unkindly categorised under the headline “Sexy posh girls unveil bullshit fad diet”.

As in all their cases, Instagram has been key to building Ward’s brand: she has nearly 130,000 followers, mesmerised by her soft-focus lifestyley/foodie shots of toasted almonds and beetroot salad, Ward doing yoga on a Yucatan beach, sweet potato and avocado brunches, Ward sunbathing on the shores of Lake Como and looking foxy at the polo in a bright-red floral Gucci shirt . . .

This last shot, posted early last week, nearly broke social media, not to mention a million teenage hearts — and brought her an additional 50,000 followers. It was apparent confirmation that Ward was — as had been rumoured for days — going out with Harry Styles of the boyband One Direction. Only four days earlier he had been seen about town in an identical £530 shirt.

That same day Ward was papped in the passenger seat of an Audi being driven by Styles, whose first solo album was about to be released. Instantly, she became a 21st-century Yoko Ono, loathed by loyal Directioners who are notorious for making voodoo dolls and sending death threats to any woman with whom their idols are spotted socialising.

They started trolling Ward’s social media. An innocuous Instagram snap of her mango and honey ice cream (dairy-free, obvs) attracted more than 3,000 comments along the lines of “Go awaaay”, “Ew”, “This looks disgusting” and “social climber”.

On Amazon her cookbook The Naked Diet, which had so far received about a dozen four and five-star reviews, overnight attracted a tranche of one-star write-ups, along the lines of “boring” and “unoriginal”.

“It’s been so weird, the hate messages . . . very bizarre,” Ward sighs, her fragile frame hunched. “I’m not the kind of person who’s interested in fame and if you’re put in an environment which you don’t understand and you can’t control and you don’t want, it’s horrible.”

She bites her lip; her doll-like, tanned face bleak. “Reporters have turned up at my mum’s house several times, at my old house. I just want to do what I love and that’s cook, it really is.”

So what’s going on? Is Ward, 27, going out with Styles, 23?

“I literally don’t have anything to say about that,” she sighs, as her PR snaps: “My clients don’t talk about their personal lives.”

Many distraught Directioners are convinced there’s nothing to talk about because this is all a publicity stunt to flog cookbooks (although what’s in it for Styles is less clear). Last weekend, Ward attended his “secret” London gig until, according to one fan who claimed on Twitter to have been standing near by, she was told by Styles’s people: “That’s enough, you can leave now.” In other words, her presence had been noted, job done.

If this is all a ploy to boost Ward’s profile, I doubt she would be so visibly shaken. Shortly after we meet, Ward disables her Instagram messaging facility, posting: “For everyone following and messaging me, I am thankful but please be kind to me. All I want is to share beautiful food with you all.”

Assuming there is a relationship, then Styles, who is refusing to comment, is a lucky chap. Because, even compared to his arm-long list of exes (Taylor Swift, Kendall Jenner, Caroline Flack, Pixie Geldof, Rod Stewart’s daughter and someone from Made in Chelsea), Ward is a catch, ridiculously pretty in frayed jeans and an embroidered denim jacket, bobbed fair hair, endearingly darker at the roots, framing an angelic face — a testament to the power of good genes and quinoa.

She’s also — when not brooding on her role as Britain’s most-hated woman — extremely likeable: voluble and friendly with a dry sense of humour.

“People can be so weird,” she continues on the social media theme. “You post a salad and they’re like, ‘That’s not nutritionally balanced.’ I like to be playful. There’s a slight puritanism about the way a lot of people post about food — they’ll be like, ‘I’m eating this salmon bowl and it’s got all these omegas, it’s perfect for getting your skin to glow.’ I’m like, ‘I don’t care! It’s a f***ing salmon salad!’ ” She frowns as she scrolls through comments on her Instagram feed. “Here’s this pasta recipe I’ve written. ‘Even if it’s not perfect it’s good when it’s made with love’ — that’s a bit too earnest. I was like, ‘Ew! God, far too nice for me.’ ”

Part of London’s It crowd (she is forever being snapped at parties with minor royals and the models Suki Waterhouse and Amber Le Bon and was, allegedly, introduced to Styles via “mutual friends”), Ward has walked here in Battersea from the house she shares in west London. “I used to live alone, but when you cook, you need people around to offload the food.” She’s looking to buy in hipper Stoke Newington, nearer the buzzing bars and restaurants.

Her parents — she has a brother, who’s a student — divorced when she was ten. Her father, who lives between west London and Oxfordshire, works for a multinational property company. “Dad’s a bit nuts; he wears tweed suits and bright purple shirts and odd socks always,” she says, smiling, scrolling through her phone to find a picture. “Look, here he is going to a fancy-dress party, dressed as bouillon, so in a chicken hat.”

Her mother, who lives in Oxford, is a yoga teacher. “She’s very spiritual, she sends me pictures of her in her crystal healing area. So cute. I have the best parents. They’re very progressive, bohemian, they’ve always been like, ‘Do whatever you like, it’s your body, it’s your life’, but everything has consequences and as a result I’ve always been very responsible.”

Ward was a tomboyish child, happiest helping her maternal grandfather, a farmer, to “pluck pheasants and gut fish’’. She attended a Quaker boarding school, then a small private day school for girls in Oxford. “I hated it. I was disruptive and got in so much trouble. I really didn’t feel the cookie-cutter school system was for me.”

However, she flourished at the local private sixth form college and ended up following a classic upper-middle-class path of reading history of art at the University of Leeds where, with a lot of free time, she held “a lot of dinner parties”.

On graduating, she did some modelling “but that didn’t sing for me”, so studied classical French cooking at Le Cordon Bleu, before working at various establishments including the Ritz and River Cottage.

“Cooking for people didn’t really do it for me. You’re always making the same stuff, and in a restaurant the hours are long and it’s hard physical labour. You’re on your feet for at least 14 hours a day and I’m not very big — my parents were like, ‘You’re quite pale and weathered.’ ”

She started reviewing restaurants for Grazia magazine, consulting brands such as Fortnum & Mason and Grey Goose. In the future she is hoping to open a restaurant and write a sequel to The Naked Diet, whose title reflects Ward’s “stripped back” approach to unprocessed food.

Like Ella Mills, Ward has been “mindful” of what she eats as a result of health issues — travelling alone around India on her gap year she picked up a parasite that was eventually cured by a clinical nutritionist (she has done an online course at the Institute of Integrative Nutrition). She’s allergic to soya and avoids wheat: “It gives me a stomach ache.” She doesn’t eat dessert much because “I don’t have a terribly sweet tooth” and dislikes melted cheese — “so pizza’s out”. She has just given up red meat “more for the planet than for dietary reasons. Other than that, I’m pretty relaxed.”

The #avotoast world is an increasingly crowded one and can be bitchy. Last year she had a skirmish with the Bake Off finalist Ruby Tandoh, after Ward tweeted: “Let’s all make baking books and wonder why the world has health and sugar addiction problems.” Tandoh lashed back calling her a “denizen of the weight loss industry” on Twitter, screenshotting a reference to a “Skinny Bitch” cooking class Ward had hosted.

“A lot of girls in food aren’t so nice,” Ward says. “Though the Hemsleys really are good girls. I went to their first book launch when I was submitting my first draft, looked around and thought, ‘This is the beginning of a thing, isn’t it?’

“Ella’s book was coming out, it became a wave and the media lumped us into one category. But I was very aware that these were girls telling people what they should eat. I’m not a qualified nutritionist, I’m a chef — my standpoint is food being delicious primarily and secondarily what’s good for you.

“Healthy living is a trend and that’s more my thing than clean eating, which is a fad and something I feel I was pulled into. The vegan and the clean can perpetuate a lot of other problems, which aren’t good.”

#tess ward #Harry Styles #some good PR person is managing this mess #I'm reserving judgment at this time

[the-expatriate]

Someone who uses magic: ✨️"I cast~"✨️

Pari in her fantasy au: ❗️❗️"FUCK YOU! I'M NOT GOING TO ANNOUNCE MY SPELLS ANYMORE! You're going to find out what they are when they OBLITERATE THE SHIT OUT OF YOU!"❗️❗️

#out of the blue: ooc post #please do not repost #please do not reblog #yes this is pari #let me bleu your mind: musings #no i won't elaborate

[the-expatriate]

FUN AND POINTLESS FACTS ABOUT PARI!

(Mainly in her main iteration, and because I was inspired by @hellcab)

Pari's ringtone is Guaglione by Perez Prado

She doesn't disappear mysteriously. SHE APPEARS MYSTERIOUSLY. Was she always there? Where the fuck did she come from? Who the fuck knows.

She almost always dresses like she's been assaulted by a wardrobe

If it were possible, she's ride around with this car

She has a Rent a Bartender side hustle called: Behind Bars. Yes the pun is stupid, no she won't change it.

#out of the blue: ooc post #let me bleu your mind: musings

[the-expatriate]

((SO I FOUND THIS ON FACEBOOK AND IT'S PARI TO A DAMN T.))

#let me bleu your mind: musings #out of the blue: ooc post #mun posts #please do not repost #please do not reblog

[the-expatriate]

Pari when someone shows interest in her and she's totally not that person's usual type:

#out of the blue: ooc post #let me bleu your mind: musings #do not repost #do not reblog