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celestialwhoree · 3 months

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John Price's secretary 💌

John was adamant that he was fine working alone - desperate to convince Laswell that he didn't need help with the mounting paperwork and mission reports piling up on his desk. The last thing he needed was some airhead flitting around base and getting in everyone's way with the sole purpose of lessening his workload. He was a captain, should've been able to file his own paperwork just like the rest of his men.

That's why on your first day, he was no less than brusque with you. You who strode into his office with a polite smile and a practised firm handshake, introducing yourself to him with the obvious statement of your name and position. He couldn't help but immediately think to himself how lovely you were, how out of place the radiance of your smile was in such a dark place as this. His introduction was as gruff as yours was gentle, listing off your duties to you like you didn't already know what they were, a tablet already in hand as you took note of any extra information provided to you with a stiff reluctance, nails tapping away at the screen before you, his calendar already jotted meticulously down to the hour.

"Anything you want me to prioritise?" You chirped warmly, ignoring the way his eyes had already returned somewhat dismissively back to the screen of his desktop. In a way, though, you were almost relieved he wasn't looking at your expression, wasn't looking to see the way your eyes went wide when he pointed at the box of unfilled paperwork stored messily in manila files, dumped on the floor beside his desk, piled so high they leaned. You were sure that even one more piece of A4 thrown on the pile would have the whole thing come tumbling down like depressing corporate Jenga.

The paperwork had you drowning until lunch, heel tapping rhythmically against the linoleum as you stamped off and filed, stamped off and filed, hours crawling by at a snails pace whilst your desk became increasingly cramped for space. The paper overrunning your desk also occupied your mind so much that you didn't notice the tall shadow of John Price looming over you until he cleared his throat, making you jump with a squeaked out "Oh!" and a hand clutching at your chest in surprise.

"Didn't mean to startle you." He rumbled lowly, his warm, apologetic tone making you blush, unintentionally fluttering your eyelashes up at him, an action which causes him to inadvertently ball his fist, trying to hide the appreciative glaze settling over his baby blues. "You haven't eaten." His voice came out softer, trying not to startle you again.

"No. I guess not." You muttered softly in response, torn halfway between staring back up at him and shying away from the intensity of his gaze. "S'pose I got too caught up in all of this." A hand indicating to the paperwork drowning your desk made him chuff out something which sounded pleasantly like a laugh.

"Would you like some lunch?" Had you nodding emphatically in response, not even realising how hungry you'd become in your intense focus.

:･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.:

The next few months were much the same, paperwork lumped on your desk, working until John came and offered you to join him for lunch. With every meal shared you learned more about him, and with every guiding hand he placed on the small of your back when he walked you to the mess hall, you grew more - appreciative? Your guilty little work crush grew harder to suppress.

It was hard not to be into John Price, with his gruff demeanour and contradictorily soft eyes and gentle hands, you couldn't help it. He was a good, kind man, so different from the others who haunted your past - a fact which you struggled to forget when he'd walk you to your car after working late, occasionally even bringing you coffees on early mornings.

".. You with me?" His voice snaps you from your reverie, his fingers drumming on the wood of your desk, one eyebrow raised in intrigue.

"Sorry?" You murmur in confusion.

"Said I've got a work dinner tonight with some important people. Need you to come along, take some notes for me."

:･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.:

#cod mwii #cod mw2 #tf 141 #John price #captain John price #captain price #captain price x reader #captain price x y/n #john price x reader #john price x y/n #price x reader #price x y/n #john price cod #call of duty

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justaboutsnapped · 1 year

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Begging you guys to look at what's happening in China

If you have a minute to spare, please consider reading and sharing this post.

[image ID: various photos about the #A4 revolution that is happening in China.

1st photo: a piece of white A4 paper with the following text on it: "Protests have been breaking out in many cities and university campuses across China thsi weekend in response to the highrise fire tragedy in Urumqi. Protesters called for end of zero-Covid policy and even an end to the Xi Jinping regime. The sheer number of particiipating cities and universities in this wave of protest have not been seen since 1989, after the June 4th Tiananmen Square Massacre where protesting students and citizens were murdered by the Chinese army. Freedom of expression and protest are luxuries in China. Even holding a piece of white paper in public can get you into trouble with the police. We call on Chinese nationals from every corner of the world to join in the #A4revolution and simply post a picture of an A4 blank paper on social media to speak the unspeakable and support the brave fellow Chinese citizens who are taking it to the streets in China." In the bottom right hand corner are the hashtags #白纸革命 and #A4 revolution.

2nd photo: protesters holding up pieces of white, blank A4 paper. The third photo is has protesters holding up paper on the left side, and a row of police standing guard right across from them. The fourth photo is of a piece of blank A4 paper

3rd photo: protesters holding up paper on the left side, and a row of police standing guard right across from them.

4th photo: a blank, white piece of A4 paper

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I don't wanna guilt trip people and say things like "if you don't reblog this you don't care". but not a lot of people in the world know about what is happening in China right now so I'd really appreciate it if you'd share it with your family, friends, and peers.

The images above are reposted from the instagram account @citizensdailycn. If you speak Chinese and are not up to date regarding the situation please check them out at https://www.instagram.com/citizensdailycn/. They are also on twitter under the same username: https://twitter.com/CitizensDailyCN. If you speak English, you can check out their English counterpart, @whatsup_beijing: https://www.instagram.com/whatsup_beijing. Actual footage of the protests can be found on the Instagram account @northern_square: https://www.instagram.com/northern_square. If you want to distribute posters, here are some designs protestors have made: https://www.dropbox.com/sh/vgjmsp8dgjnav93/AAD04p5ljQZ1hi9YSz4TAfmHa/%E6%9C%89hashtag%E6%B5%B7%E6%8A%A5?dl=0&subfolder_nav_tracking=1, https://www.dropbox.com/sh/vgjmsp8dgjnav93/AACsR7d5ICrG7hlYPErJSIuEa/%E6%97%A0hashtag%E6%B5%B7%E6%8A%A5?dl=0&subfolder_nav_tracking=1, https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1ql2CyIZfWy36nFRn0ahu83oCxh5zRXAj

This is the first time I've posted anything like this, and it is 2:49 AM in the morning so my post might not be perfect. If anyone has any resources or additions please feel free to add them in the reblogs! Also if you think the image IDs need improvement, or that I need more trigger/content warning tags please let me know by sending an ask or a message. Thank you.

#china #politics #protests #current events #human rights #covid 19 #tw politics #tw police #important #long post

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ueasking · 13 days

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"The real me is completely different from Wei Zhiyuan. Our personalities, the way we think, they're all very different," says Kurt Huang, who's been described as a "typical leo" by those around him.

Although he seems like the silent and dark type, Kurt Huang actually has a bright and straightforward personality. Since he was young, he has always been very "open" in that he expresses his feelings directly, is very straightforward with his words, and is incapable of pretending. This realness helped him gain popularity through variety shows. But for his acting work, which is what he loves the most, this realness made portraying characters all the more challenging.

Kurt Huang has long known that he's unable to "play" a character. Therefore, whenever he gets a role, he transforms into that character from head to toe. Instead of relying on his imagination or trying to figure out the character so that he can play the role, he lets himself become that person, to give the rawest reactions from a first-person perspective. He explains, "Wei Zhiyuan is someone who does not easily show his feelings, but I couldn't simply be expressionless or wear the exact same expression all the time! So I had to truly "become him" to know how he'd feel and act in each situation."

In addition to his complete understanding of his character's personality, he also has high work standards and pays a lot of attention to detail, so that he can portray the role as accurately as possible. For instance, he carefully considered how he as a 26-year-old could express the pure emotions of a teen boy as well as the unique brotherhood that's portrayed in the show. He explained, "Many might think that Wei Zhiyuan's feelings for his brother are like that of a family member or a significant other. But that isn't the case. He was abandoned at a young age with no one to rely on, so his brother became his whole world. It's an important difference."

You can read a script thoroughly to thoroughly understand the character, but letting yourself truly become that character in the flesh, is a much greater challenge. In the past, Kurt Huang would find the similarities between his character and himself and use that as a starting point. However, this time round, he wasn't able to find any similarities between Wei Zhiyuan and himself as he doesn't have siblings and is an open book, so what was he to do? Two months before shooting started, he began implementing what he termed as an "extremely twisted" method: to lock his human interaction- and outdoor-loving self at home, and force himself to be still.

During this time, he was in his room every day taking character notes, which filled eight pieces of A4-sized paper. He also shared that in order to better understand his character's emotional journey, he wrote about all of Wei Zhiyuan's "firsts," such as the first time he touched Qian and the first time he called Qian by his name. In his view, these are the moments that really made Yuan's heart flutter, and doing all this helped him better get into the role.

He can talk about this lightly now, but Kurt recalls that going through that period of repression was very difficult, and at one point he even felt as if he couldn't take it any longer. As he continued to live in Yuan's inner world, even his mother got worried. To make his portrayal as realistic as possible, he continued to live like this once filming started, even when the cameras weren't rolling. "Once we finished filming, I started filming another project and was finally able to pull myself out of this mindset. But when we started promotions (for Unknown), initially, I didn't really want to think back to that time as it was very very hard. But my manager encouraged me and said that thinking about that time and talking about it could be therapeutic in a way, and that helped me find the courage to talk about it."

Note: I only translated the parts related to Unknown.

#unknown #unknown the series #關於未知的我們 #kurt huang #huang hong xuan #*unknown

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mythicalsanctuarysodor · 4 months

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Upon Gordon’s return to his first home, he couldn’t help but notice all the changes. The paddock on a hill that he and his siblings would roll down, or would leap off to glide was now half its size for a train platform. The playground to the side of the barn was gone, the tanbark and old gym equipment taken away, and the storage shed for their training equipment was gone off its foundations. Everything that made this place a home to him in the past was taken away… he sighed sadly as he flew in to the paddock, the irony of the past when the last time he flew over this grassland was when he was leaving it to chase his brother that fateful day.

He wanted to take his time with this, he wanted to soak in the last of his happy memories. The grass was the same green is had been in the springs, but now it was obviously enchanted since the winter snow was nowhere near it. The fencing was lined with Christmas tinsel, making it clear someone still lived here. But the front entrance was the most different.

What was formerly a barn door with wide open windows was now a two sliding door with glass windows, and when he looked on the inside he could see more of the interior. The walls were now no longer wood, gone was the barn aesthetic completely, painted walls greeted him with many shelves and photo frames hanging, if Gordon were to assume anything he’d think the place was converted into a large mansion still in progress.

A stern voice from behind Gordon spooked him. “What do you think you’re doing?” Gordon spun around to be greeted to who he could assume was one of his A4 cousins judging by the hippogriff body, only this one didn’t look like Gadwall, he was silver with a large grey and white peacock tail.

“Oh! My apologies, I should have knocked. I came here to see Gadwall, is he in?” Gordon asked. “Gadwall? What could you want with my little brother?” So this one was an A4, good to know. “I’m a friend of his and Mr Truro’s, we’ve been seeing each other regularly for prosthetic wings appointments and such, I-” “Funny, he’s never mentioned you.” The silver lion hybrid turned his ears back, eyes glaring.

“Rude. And don’t angle your ears at me young stallion.” Gordon crossed his arms. “Get off my property, your trespassing.” “Oh good grief, I’m glad Gadwall isn’t like you. Look, my sister Bonnie said I could visit whenever I’d like, she-” Gordon was cut off by laughing, he looked to see this cousin of his laughing to his face. “Bonnie? As in Blink Bonnie? Oh my friend, you are adorable, no A3 cousin of mine looks like you, let alone, I’ve never met you, and I know all my express service cousins.”

Gordon had just about had it with this brat, he raised his wings slightly, showing the reveal of his six wings, he puffed himself up and turned to face his cousin straight on. The younger mythic’s eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw the excessive limbs on this much larger stallion, unlike the pegasi he’d normally see this one was bulky, and his growls emphasised that. Gordon was about to reprimand his younger relative when a figure trotted over to them from behind from the platform.

“Gordon?” The pair looked to see who it was. The silver A4 quickly sidestepped out of the new commers way and looked to almost shrink at his presence, where Gordon went from annoyed to almost furious. Standing there was a face he had hoped to not run into. “Scotsman.”

#mythic!au #ttte #ttte gordon #ttte flying scotsman #ttte spencer

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arrowofcarnations · 9 months

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O'Knutzy Week Day Three!!!

The third part of my little Cubs-at-Hogwarts AU. Characters belong to @lumosinlove! This was written for @oknutzyweek2023 :)

tw: alcohol (no drunkenness)

Day 3: Dance (A4)

“It’s bad.”

“It’s not that bad.”

“No, it is, Finn, it’s—quel est le mot, Leo?”

“Hideous?”

“Oui, hideous.”

Logan grimaced at his reflection in the floor-length mirror. The dress robes had been worn by his father for one formal event or another during his school days, but they might as well have belonged to some distant Tremblay ancestor; they were loudly out of fashion, all lace and frills and an exaggeratedly wide collar.

Logan was not fucking wearing these to the Yule Ball.

“I’ll just go in my uniform,” he said, making his mind up as he turned away from the sight of himself. Leo was shaking his head, a sympathetic frown on his face.

“You’ll be so underdressed, you’ll stick out anyway.”

“Non, my formal uniform. The ones we had on when we got here.” He glanced at the open wardrobe, where a glimpse of pale blue silk could be seen. He could stand to wear that again. He wouldn’t be laughed out of Hogwarts, at least.

“You’ll get in trouble. You heard the teachers—dress robes required.”

Logan made a sound of frustration; he knew Leo was right, but he needed a solution. One that didn’t involve him looking (and smelling) like his great-great-grandfather Jean Claude. He turned pleading eyes to Finn, who looked like he was doing his level best not to burst out laughing. Logan scowled at him. “Fuck you.”

“I didn’t say anything!” But a laugh tumbled out of Finn the second he opened his mouth. A smile tugged at the corners of Leo’s mouth as Finn covered his own.

“I’m going to find a dragon from the first task and get it to kill you both.”

Leo patted Logan on the back. “I’ll just charm it again,” he said with a smug grin that was, annoyingly, cute. Logan had been in awe of him that day, watching from the sidelines as Leo lulled the dragon into a state of such peaceful calm that it just let him take the egg. Judging by the expression on Finn’s face as he watched beside him, Logan guessed he hadn’t been the only one.

The spellwork had been beautiful. Leo had been beautiful. He was beautiful all the time, slumped over half-asleep at breakfast and catching his breath after a training session and winking at him with that smile as they snuck around the castle after dark, and it was driving Logan to distraction.

He watched Leo’s gaze fall to the ruffles obstructing his neck and chest and was pulled back to his present predicament. “I’m not going. I’ll say I’m sick.”

“And abandon me and Le like that?” Finn was teasing, but Logan had to swallow the no in his throat anyway. He would take every stolen second he got with them. He hadn’t forgotten how temporary all this was; sometimes it felt like a clock was levitating above his head, ticking down the time until he got on the boat back to France, Leo went back to America, and Finn stayed here, waving them goodbye. Would they miss him? Would they stay in touch? Logan didn’t want to think about it if the answer was no.

Finn must’ve seen something on his face because his expression softened. “Right, look. Give me your robes. I transfigured a Slytherin bloke’s jumper into a bikini once—can’t be too much harder to turn this into something you can wear.”

Logan looked at him skeptically. “The ball is in three days.”

Finn took him by the shoulders and smiled reassuringly. Logan’s eyes darted to the freckle on his upper lip he’d wanted to kiss for weeks now before he caught himself and looked back up. “Then it’ll be fixed in three days,” Finn said. Then he gave Logan’s shoulders a gentle shake. “Come on, Tremblay, have a little faith. Yeah?”

Logan smiled despite himself. “Yeah.”

Finn shook him harder. “Yeah?”

“Yes, okay, get the fuck off me,” Logan laughed, shoving him. Leo laughed, too, and Logan grinned at him as he started undoing his bowtie, eager to get back into normal clothes.

•

Between classes, homework, and mandatory pre-ball dance lessons with their respective schoolmates, Leo felt like he hardly saw Finn or Logan the rest of the week. Now he stood in the room he’d been sleeping in for the past few months, messing with his hair and thinking about a certain redhead and brunette.

He wondered if the lessons also made them want to be trampled by a hippogriff. He wondered if Finn had cracked Logan’s outfit problem. He wondered if Logan would let him stand too close during The Weird Sisters’ performance, and he wondered if Finn would hold his hand like he did last week running through the halls, honey-brown eyes aglow as he leaned in and…and—

“Earth to Knutty,” came Kasey’s voice, snapping him out of his thoughts. “You ready, or do you need more time to stare at yourself?”

“I’m ready, I’m ready,” Leo said, turning around. Kasey looked classically handsome in his black dress robes and white bowtie, hair half up in a ponytail and so effortlessly perfect Leo would swear on his mama’s gumbo that he’d charmed it to stay that way. “You look good.”

“Thanks. So do you.” Kasey gestured to Leo’s dress robes—deep blue with a cranberry red bowtie, reflecting Ilvermorny’s colors. He’d had to learn how to charm an extra inch of fabric onto the bottom of the trousers after trying them on for the first time since last summer, but everything was fitting well now. “Trying to impress O’Hara?”

Leo felt heat rise in his cheeks. “I could ask you the same thing,” he countered. He’d definitely taken note of how much time Kasey had been spending with Finn’s older brother, Alex. He was pretty sure they’d even gone for drinks in Hogsmeade together last weekend.

Kasey opened his mouth, closed it, then laughed. “Touché. So it is Finn you’ve been daydreaming about, then?”

“...Some of the time.”

“Oh? Oh, Tremblay, too, huh? That’s what his sister thought. Guess I owe her a galleon.”

“Do you, Alex and Noelle spend all your free time gossiping about us?”

Kasey shrugged as he led the way out of the guest dorms and down the steep stone staircase. “Sometimes we talk about quidditch. Come on, rookie, you’re going to be late.”

The Great Hall had outdone itself for the occasion. Gone were the long tables Leo had come to know, replaced by smaller round ones lit by flickering lanterns on either side of the large dance floor. Leo gaped up at the charmed ceiling—it looked just like the night sky over his porch back home, perfectly clear and studded with countless stars—and his eyes followed the strands of festive mistletoe and ivy that crossed it in every which way, ending on the walls covered in a silver frost that almost made him shiver instinctively.

It was breathtaking. And all of it paled in comparison to the two boys who’d just walked through the doors.

Logan came into view first, gorgeous in a set of forest green dress robes that made his eyes almost otherworldly. From the outside, he looked calm and confident, but Leo could see him fiddling with his cuffs and scanning the room for a friendly face. A moment later, Finn strode in and met him, wearing dress robes in the Gryffindor red and gold that Leo always loved on him. Finn leaned in and whispered something in Logan’s ear that made him laugh, then saw Leo and beamed, waving him over. Leo’s heart leapt.

He’d already taken a few steps toward them before he turned around and shot an apologetic look at Kasey. “Uh, I’m—”

Kasey smiled knowingly and waved him off. “Have fun.”

There were about a hundred things Leo wanted to say to the two of them,, but once he’d reached them, all that came out was “Hi.”

Logan smiled at him like he’d said the right thing anyway. “Bonjour, Knutty.”

Finn let out a low whistle, looking Leo up and down, then Logan. “Can I just state for the record—we clean up nice.”

“Thanks to you,” Logan said, gesturing to his own outfit. “How are these the same robes?”

Finn threw an arm around Logan’s shoulders, then Leo’s, herding them over toward the drinks table. “It was nothing, mon cherry.”

“Chéri,” Leo laughed, falling into step with them. “And don’t go throwin’ that one around. Unless you want half the school to think you’re their boyfriend, Heartthrob O’Hara.”

“Ah shit, you heard that one?”

“Yeah, I heard that one.”

Finn’s arm lingered around him just a moment too long once they’d reached the burbling fountain of pumpkin juice; Leo could still feel the warmth of it even after Finn took it back to grab them a trio of silver goblets and start ladling liquid into each one. The crooked-grin-cheeky-wink combo Finn gave him as he handed him his drink hit him harder than any jelly-legs jinx ever had.

He handed a drink to Logan, too, then held his own up between them. “Right, boys. Cheers to…?”

“The flask of whiskey in your pocket,” Logan said, glancing down at Finn’s robes pointedly.

“Sure I’m not just happy to see you?” Finn fired back, batting his eyelashes.

Logan scoffed, but Leo saw the color rise on his cheeks a little. “Rude not to share.”

“I’m gonna. Not yet—wait ‘til the teachers get distracted later on.”

“Cheers to sharing,” Leo offered, raising his cup. “And to us, surviving this crazy fucking year.”

Finn’s whole face lit up at that. “Cheers to us,” he declared. “Sláinte.” They knocked their cups together and drank.

•

For a school-sanctioned event that required waltzing and dress robes, it was a decently fun time, in Finn's opinion. As champions, he, Logan and Leo were asked to perform the first dance with their dates. Dates was a very loose term this year, though: Logan danced with his sister, Noelle, who'd been popping in regularly since the fall to cover the tournament for The Daily Prophet; Leo danced with one of his classmates, a girl with hair the color of candy floss who must've been a foot shorter than him; and Finn had had fun twirling his friend June around the dance floor.

"I think that one's jealous," she'd muttered, nodding toward Logan. Finn looked over her shoulder as they turned and found Logan's eyes already on him, but they quickly flicked back to Noelle. He found himself craving more of that green. More Logan. And he wanted more blue, more Leo, just as much. Fuck.

"I mean, you're looking good, Carter, can you blame him?" She did, dark hair plaited elegantly around a high bun and swathed in robes of deep purple. Their fourth-year romance may have only lasted a whopping two weeks (on account of June realizing she only fancied girls), but Finn had eyes.

June just looked at him like he was thick. "Not of you," she said. He knew that tone, that expression; he'd regularly been on the receiving end of it for almost seven years now. She was waiting for him to catch up to something obvious.

"Wait. Of—you? So, like..."

Her gold filigree earrings swung in tempo as she nodded. He twirled her out toward the onlookers, then pulled her back in, moving through the steps they'd all practiced dozens of times by now.

"Well? Do you like him back? Reckon so, you're with him and Knut, like, all the time."

"Not all the time," Finn protested. He didn't say anything else for a moment, but she had a way of waiting him out. "I do like him. And Leo."

Her brown eyes went a bit wider at that. "Oh, you mean?"

"Yeah."

"Aw, that's cute!"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah!" she said, squeezing his shoulder and smiling. "I mean, they're both trying to steal Gryff's glory, so not everybody's gonna love it, but who cares? Also, Blondie definitely also likes you."

The dance came to a close, they all bowed and curtsied politely amidst the applause, and the ball was officially in progress. Finn and June weaved their way off the dance floor as it started to fill.

Finn fiddled with his clothes until June knocked her shoulder into his. "They feel the same, Fish. Just go talk to them. Or skip straight to snogging, that's fine, too."

Heat immediately crept up his cheeks as he considered it. It certainly wasn't the first time he'd fantasized about doing just that—laughing in the kitchens after dark, studying in the library, sitting close together on his favorite sofa in the Gryffindor common room as the fireplace gently roared—but it seemed closer to real, now, like something he could actually do.

"You think it'd work? Without one or both of them decking me, I mean." So many what-ifs raced through his mind, and the possibility of losing them as friends sat like a stone in his stomach.

She just smiled and shrugged. "Never know until you try. But I do know that Logan's sister's already ditched him for Talker, so you'd better go get him before the truly mad number of people making heart-eyes at him take their chances."

"What'll you do?"

"Go snog Amy, obviously."

"Obviously. Right, you're the worst, love you, see you later."

"You're a bloody idiot, love you too, bye."

•

The ball wasn't as torturous as Logan thought it'd be. The Weird Sisters were playing their hearts out. He'd only had to gently turn down two girls who'd asked him to dance—one shyly, one so boldly it'd made him blush. He liked to dance when it was with people he knew, and he did, with Nolly and Saint and a semi-reluctant Luke, but Luke spent most of the time dancing with-with Saint, and his sister beamed like the sun when Thomas swept her away.

He was happy for all of them. And it made his urge to be next to Leo and Finn again all the sharper.

It wasn't hard to find Leo, tall as he was. They spent a while toward the front of the room, searching for the best snacks, and danced next to each other for a couple of the faster songs, which wasn't the same as what the couples were doing but was fun. It was enough, more than enough, if that was all Leo wanted it to be.

Every time one of them looked around for Finn, he seemed to get pulled into a dance or conversation with someone else, but finally, he locked eyes with them and made a determined beeline to their spot on the edge of the dance floor.

"Hi. Merlin's tits, that took ages."

"You're friends with everyone, aren't you?" Leo laughed.

Finn shrugged, grinning a little. Logan could look at his smile forever. It scared the shit out of him.

"Your date looks nice," he said before he could help it.

Finn's expression turned a little...Logan didn't know what. Curious, maybe. Leo was eyeing him, too, and he wished he could shove the words back in his mouth but here they were. "June's a stunner, yeah. She's a lesbian with a girlfriend, though, sorry to rain on your parade."

"Quoi? Non, I wasn't—I don't like her." Finn's eyebrows raised; fucking hell, this was coming out all wrong. "I thought you liked her, maybe."

"Oh, as a baby fourth year I absolutely did. But, nah, she's like family now."

The flames of jealousy that had been licking at Logan's heels all night sputtered out.

Finn cleared his throat, then added, "Plus, I...like someone else."

Logan's stomach dropped to his shoes. "Oh?"

But Finn gave him a significant look, then looked at Leo the same way. "Someones. I like...someones."

Logan admired a lot of things about Finn: his big heart, his willingness to trust the world, the way he took care of people. But looking at him now under the shimmering silver lights, he thought the thing he admired most about him was his bravery.

"Me, too," he said around his dry throat.

Leo's eyebrows pitched up as he looked between them with a disbelieving smile. "Yes," he said, voice hushed like if he said it any louder, everything would vanish in a poof of smoke. Logan understood.

They stood like that for who knew how long—seconds? Hours?—just grinning at each other like they'd won something bigger than the tournament. Then Logan had the sense to steer them out of the Great Hall, the massive doors shutting out the party behind them.

It was blessedly quiet in the hallway, and Logan was grateful for it and the privacy. He reached into Finn’s robes—Finn spluttered, eyebrows practically disappearing in his hairline—and retrieved the flask, taking swig and passing it to Leo, who took a long pull himself before returning it to Finn. The band was muffled, but they all heard the song change as Finn swallowed his own mouthful of fiery liquor—a slower love song started up.

"Oh, I love this one," Leo said, but he didn't seem to want to go back inside.

Finn held out his hands—one to Leo, one to Logan. "Dance with me?"

It startled a laugh out of Logan. "Here?"

"Why not? I'd dance with you both in there, too, but I know you don't like being gawked at."

It did something funny to Logan's chest that Finn knew that about him already, that he'd said it matter-of-factly like there was no chance he'd gotten it wrong.

"What do you say, Frenchie, wanna fraternize with the enemy?"

Logan cocked an eyebrow at him, but he was already taking his and Leo's hands in his own and pulling them closer. "Is that what you call it?"

Finn's laugh was the sweetest music.

#o'knutzyweek 2023 #my fic #o’knutzy

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mjpens · 2 years

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Commission Sheet

Please read the notes below if you are interested :)

How it works

To enquire, send me a dm and we'll have a chat about what you'd like! When describing what you have in mind, please send any reference pics, reference texts (if it's for a fic), specific needs of the image such as facial expressions, items of clothing, colours or props. If you have a specific art style in mind of something I've done before, let me know!

I will do a sketch first and then I can continue if we are both happy with how it's looking.

I will send you progress screenshots while I work which gives you the opportunity to ask for changes as we go along.

When I'm done and you're happy with the drawing, I will ask for payment, then I'll send you a wetransfer download link.

Things to note

I will take up to a month to do your commission.

If there is a specific style of mine that you would like used for your commission, let me know!

I will do the commission at A4 size but if you would like it bigger, please let me know and I can do A3.

For busts, I will do icon sizes (smaller than A4). If you would like a digitally painted bust portrait, please contact me to negotiate pricing.

What I will do and what I won't do

Yes

Nsfw

Character ships

Ocs

Self inserts

Some violence/blood if it fits with the premise

Incest ships

Padawan/Master ships from SW

Heavy gore

Furries

Rights and Usage

I hold the rights to the drawing. You can use the artwork for personal use and post online wherever you like. You can make personal prints of the artwork, but you can't sell prints or any other merchandise made using the artwork.

I may want to post your commission on my other social media platforms but I will ask you first for permission.

I have the right to refuse any commissions that I don't think my skill or interests are matched to.

#mjpens commissions #art commissions #commission #artist commissions #artists on tumblr

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my beloveds kafu and shian for the ask game ?

Interesting combo! First up, KAFU:

Fave Song

Tough question, but I'll go with Yunosuke - Hana to Nare for solos and A4 - Angel Wings [cw suicide imagery] for multibanks. Honorable mention to ATARI FRONT PROGRAM and Quixote.

Ships

sheeno mirin has enough good songs with her and Yukari so now I'm a Yukafu shipper I guess. If non-vsynth ships count then tumblr user @/kafus is doing a decent job convincing me to ship her with her voice provider, KAF.

Fave Design Part

I like her very bright white-centric design, but this goes for all the Musical Isotopes really. Hoodies are an instant +1 for me hello Yukari fan and the sharp ridges on it help give it some distinction.

Headcanon

Has the most static facial expressions among the Musical Isotopes, which makes the rare smile (or frown) more striking (or fear-inducing).

Shian! I'll admit that I don't listen to her (or most of the chinese vbs really) much so expect some real basic answers

Fave Song

It's probably Zeno - 最后的守护 for singles and this cover of Caramel Stars with Chiyu.

Ships

When I first listened to her I thought her voice would go along well with Kaai Yuki, and a quick search has vindicated me. From a purely visual standpoint I think she fits well with Rin, Una, Fukase and Tianyi (added bonus for earth-heaven symbolism).

Fave Design Part

She reminds me of Edna from Tales of Zestiria in a good way, since "yellow earth-themed little girls" is apparently an archetype I like. Love her hairdo as well.

Headcanon

I feel like her character item should be mochi donuts.

#asks #vocaposting #vocaloid ask game #sorry this took a while tumblr mobile kept eating my edits

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Hay Gordon, have any of the other engines started teasing you for turning 100? And I'm surprised sir Topham hasn't thrown a big party for you, that's close to 100 years of pulling the express, thats a huge accomplishment. They gathered a ton of engines for Mallard's anniversary, I'm surprised there isn't anything for you, after all, you were the start of a huge long line of success, the A4s and so many more wouldn't be around without the prototype that started it all. Or am I feeding your ego too much?

Gordon: No, they haven't started teasing me. Everyone's been quite wonderful. I asked them not to do anything, I don't want fuss, although the Fat Controller insisted that I do a railtour with the touring company this year.

Maybe when I was younger I would have loved to bask in the attention, the many eyes upon me but these days I'm just tired, I don't like all that fuss. Like Edward was when I first came to Sodor you know? I think I get it now.

Who would be there to gather? There's no one else but me and my brother? My brother and I celebrated before he went into his rebuild but there's just us now. There's no one else.

I appreciate the sentiment but the A4's are not my brothers. I mean, Great Northern's still around in another form, but he was never nice to me and he doesn't care about me so why bother?

#gordon answers #ttte gordon #greendon2022

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greateasternj69 · 7 months

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Redraw of an old piece I did back in 2017 featuring one of my oldest locomotive characters. Silver Lady The LNER A4.

Golden Plover: "Sis garter blue is not that bad of a colour really, I think it looks very beautiful on all of us."

Silver Lady: "Well I don't! Must we all be wearing this disgusting common blue we've all been forced to wear as standard, instead of keep some of our class such as myself in the liveries we originally came out in when we were finished being built! I look hideous!"

Golden Plover: "It's up tops orders I'm afraid Silver Lady and we can't do anything about it. Besides the Silver and Apple Green liveries were very difficult for the cleaners to keep clean and shining, and you know we A4's are express engines, so we must always keep up appearances before our daily express runs. As our CME usually say's to us cleanliness comes before usefulness, and you look fine in your new livery."

Silver Lady: *Scoffs* "No Golden Plover I do not! I look like the rest of your batch, and doesn't make me stand out from any of you! It doesn't match with the colour of my coaches who are apart of the train I haul, and it's name happens to be the 'Silver Jubilee' meaning that it's meant to be an all Silver coloured consist throughout complete with engine to match! So, I'm supposed to be this beautiful, good looking, shiny Silver streamlined engine who pulls a consist of streamlined coaches with a matching livery, and the right one too! I' am not good looking right now! As my livery doesn't match my consist, making the point of it's namesake pointless, as I look like a blue whale who's pulling a mismatched train with the wrong colour, and to add to that my make up doesn't match up as well! So, honestly the passengers will think I look terrible, because I do look like it!"

Golden Plover: "Sister, I know you really liked your Silver livery as it always made you feel good about your appearance. But having a matching livery just to match a consist of coaches of a named train which has a name associated with that colour, doesn't really matter at the end of the day. As the passenger's won't mind what colour their engine in front is in, as long as they have the right engine to pull their train, and it arrives at it's destination on time. So, I suggest you get over it sis and just live with wearing the wrong colour for your coaches."

Silver Lady: "Easy for you to say Plover! But I don't accept being in this livery that easily, and oh look my express is ready. So, I can't waste time complaining about how awful this livery is, and how much I hate wearing it all day. So good day Plover, and I'll see you later this evening when I'll continue complaining about this disgusting blue to you and the others." *Steams off for the station with grumpiness boiling inside her.*

Golden Plover: "She'll learn eventually."

Silver Lady as everyone knows, has always been identified as a Silver Streak in preservation due to her wearing her iconic LNER Silver livery, which is her most preferred colour to wear as it represents her time pulling the Silver Jubilee streamlined express service between London and Newcastle during the late thirties, and was the first livery she wore after rolling out of the works in 1936.

However, despite Silver being the livery she is identified in, Silver Lady has worn many different liveries throughout her service life like most of her siblings. From wartime black to BR Brunswick Green with her having varying opinions on each one she wore. Her latest favourite livery and the one she's always had a huge distaste of wearing, happens to be LNER Garter Blue livery. She never liked being painted in that livery as to her it looked ugly and hideous, and happened to become the standard livery for her class, that she was forced into wearing due to the cleaners seeing it as a much easier livery to clean than the Silver livery she adored so much. Fueling her dislike for the livery as she saw it as lackluster, didn't match with her name and the name of the express service she usually pulled and had become so common among her class that it seemed forced for them to wear only one paint colour.

Silver Lady also thought the livery ruined her trains image, as she used to believe that everything had to match with the livery of the coaches she usually pulled behind her, and the passengers would find it appealing that there was a mismatched painted A4 pulling the train up in front that seemed out of place and didn't match the coaches, to the point where she thought they would laugh at her for looking odd among the rake of silver coaches. This idea give her constant anxiety to where one day, while an LMS 4F was complementing her livery while saying how it didn't match her coaches while waiting at Peterborough, she angrily left her train on a siding, and run away down the LMS's line to Birmingham. Arriving at Leicester where she run into who would become her first mate, LMS Princess Coronation Class No. 6220 Coronation, who had been taking time off to casually explore the line and to use it to sneak onto LNER metals for an adventure.

When Silver Lady told him what she was going through with her new livery, Coronation helped her learn that it didn't matter how she looked for her trains and that no one will judge her for looking different than what she would usually prefer to look, as it was the inside of her hiding underneath that livery that brought out her true beauty of herself and her class at the end of the day regardless of what livery she wore. This helped Silver Lady to appreciate the engine she truly was on the inside, and to accept that she won't always be in the livery she preferred to be in, and she would have wear any livery regardless of what she thought of it, even if it was one she very much disliked like the Garter Blue livery she was wearing. In the end although she still disliked blue, it didn't bother her that much anymore if she had to wear it, even when she was painted into it again after the war for a short period.

When Silver Lady was preserved by the North Ousingham Railway, she was grateful for when she was restored to her original Silver livery, and she remained in that colour for many years afterwards, though she did wear garter blue again briefly in 1990 so as to impress her second mate, but was returned to Silver the year after and has never changed it again since.

Silver Lady and Art © GreatEasternJ69

#living machines #living machine #living locomotive #living locomotives #steam locomotive #lner #lner a4 #lner a3 #lner v2 #lner C1 #gnr C1 #railway #steam engine #steam engines #steam locomotives #silver lady #Lner A4 Silver Lady

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pknn18 · 1 year

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That Man

(Posting one of my writings here for like the first time lmfao)

Every week this man comes into the store to buy the same three things: A4 Paper, Ink spools, and the latest edition of The Daily Beagle. Never for anything else. He always wore some type of flannel or vest Or both. Either way he paired them with blue jeans and loafers. He wasn't really that tall, but not that short either. And he always had on blue-rimmed eye-glasses. This man's name is Bernard Bunny and he has perplexed me for three damn months.

The first time I saw him he immediately caught my attention. Even before he walked up to me he stood out from everyone else. He had such a tacky fashion sense it'd be impossible not to. But it wasn't just that, something about him just seemed disconnected from everyone else, myself included. I couldn't pinpoint it at the time. It was borderline mystical. Then some jerk clapped their hands in front of my face and I had to go back to doing my job. So I slaved away at checking out the lines of people looking to buy mediocre food. But then… There he was. He was the last in line and he carried with him: A4 Paper, Ink spools, and the latest edition of The Daily Beagle. He walked up to me with a smile on his face and said: "Howdy!". Confused and kind of startled, I just said "Hey". He gave me the exact amount of money needed to buy that stuff, even factoring in the tax. He said goodbye and went on his way. I still thought about him for the rest of my shift but he left my mind by the time I got home.

Next week I'm at work and…He's there again. Nothing wrong with that considering a lot of people might go to the store multiple times a month but he was distracting. He grabbed the same three things too. A4 paper, Ink spools, and the latest edition of The Daily Beagle. He said "Howdy" in the same tone of voice, paid in exact cash, and left. I was completely baffled. It was the exact. same. interaction. The only difference was that he wore a gaudy vest instead of a gaudy flannel.

And he came back the next week. And the next week. And the next week. I thought I was going crazy, that I was suddenly repeating one specific day. But that wasn't the case.I don't know what it was about this man but his mere presence drove me nuts. And then he just kept on visiting. Didn't miss a beat in THREE MONTHS. And he always had that same expression, that same damn smile. I was convinced that nothing phased him when one day he walked in absolutely covered in rain and slipped the moment he entered the store. He got up and he was still chipper, and that was the last goddamn straw.

One day while I was on my lunch break I decided to look at that Daily Beagle paper he always gets. I never read a Newspaper before but that's how much this man was screwing with my head. Then, I stumbled upon a page that struck me with its contents.

"Daily Beagle reporter Bernard Bunny given a spot in the Guinness Book of World Records as the fastest Typewriter user!"

And that's when it hit me: This. Was just some GUY. I got worked up over some dork from a paper. I just sat there for the rest of my break in both confusion and annoyance? What was so special about him?? It's something I'm still thinking about even as of this writing. Funny thing about that day is that he didn't actually come in on that day. Or any of the other days of that week. It felt strange, empty even. I can't believe I'm hoping to see some random stranger I barely know again. Assuming I ever will.

#writing #story

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geemarsworld · 1 year

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Kokoro Kohatsu ~ Psychic Fever from Exile Tribe

Road to debut:

“I was born in Okinawa, and I was a child who loved Eisa dancing and music. The reason I wanted to become an artist was watching the documentary film Michael Jackson THIS IS IT.I entered EXPG Okinawa School in junior high school. However, until then, I had only been doing dance.When I tried singing at the vocal screening, they said, "I like it." too strong

I got it. During the four years leading up to my debut, I felt pain, and one day I told my parents, ``If you want to quit, why don't you quit? When I was told, ``I will definitely become an artist,'' my feelings solidified. In the Okinawan dialect, there is a word called "chimugukuru," which means "to put something that does not change in the heart." To me, that is family. It's always important."

10 Questions:

Q1. What is your nickname?

A1. Kokoro.

Q2. PSYCHIC FEVER's ``who is in charge''?

A2. Stoic charge.

Q3. How would you describe the appeal of the group in one word?

A3. Versatile.

Q4. What goal do you absolutely want to achieve as a group?

A4. No. 1 on the Billboard Global 200 chart.

Q5. What is your personal dream?

A5. To participate in THE FIRST TAKE.

Q6. What is the recommended video on the official YouTube channel that you absolutely want to see?

A6. It's distribution music and Korugi night.

Q7. What is your favorite YouTube that you always watch?

A7. "THE FIRST TAKE", "Kanekin", and "The Story of Sake and Yoto".

Q8. What is the source of your inspiration for dance and expression?

A8. Things in everyday life.

Q9. This is the only thing you are trying to do! Do you have a custom that you can say, or a way of thinking that you cherish?

A9. Muscle training, vocal training, a will that won't be swayed by any situation.

Q10. Who is your favorite type?

A10. The child I fell in love with.

#psychic fever #Kokoro kohatsu

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manic-maniac-man · 2 years

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Martin Margiela New Artisanal (Aw05)

Martin Margiela, New Artisanal Photos / Yaanic Kata for Origin Regression

Composition & Test Toru Ukon, Yasuyuki Takase EAT

What is the new artisanal to ask Maison Martin Margiela?

We will use a wide variety of existing items as materials and manually remake them into new clothes. Martin Margiela says that the Artisanal, which he has been doing since 1989, will be renewed this fall and winter. What kind of challenge is "new artisanal"?

I asked Nmartin Margiela 10 questions.

Q1 From this 05-06A / W collection, I heard that the Artisanal Collection will return to its original origin at the time when it was first created and restart. First of all, please tell me the reason.

A1 Artiza for women and men from this season

For the first time, the Naru collection will be available in a very limited number only at Maison Martin Margiela's retail stores. Each season, we propose about five themes for women and men. Each theme will be available at the Margiela shop in Malta for about 3.4 weeks until the next theme is replaced.

Over the last few seasons, we have felt that various restrictions have increased in the process of creating art. This is for us because the existence of these clothes (labeled "/" for men) for women is based on the idea of free creation. It was a very strange thing! It was going on in the years of analyzing why this happened. It turns out that this is due to changes in the scale of production of these clothes. Artisanal is the most important and endorsed creative expression that began in 1989, the start of the Maison's activities. Initially, it was placed in only a few select shops in the world, and it was possible to produce very special items. Over time, the number of shops dealing with them has increased, and more and more clothes have been remade by this handicraft. It became difficult and pressured to find enough raw materials and existing clothing to meet this demand. If we couldn't find enough materials, we could have to give up on the creative realization. I thought it was time to change something.

Q2 The new artisanal that has returned to the origin and the recent artisanal. What's the biggest difference? A2 The time spent on production is greater than before. Some doors this season will take a full four hours to be built in the atelier! Examples of this are blouson for men made by collecting vintage fur trapper's hats, and also pilots from the 1930s. There is a blouson made by collecting hats. Also for women, the original material has, as seen in antique chandelier crystal drops that are no longer used, remade into neckless and bracelets, and jackets made from a collection of antique wigs. We are particular about weight and authenticity).

A blouson that recognizes and forms a sheepskin pilot on a mannequin. The production period is actually 4 days. There are 2 colors in total, and 7 items will be sold worldwide. (Martin Margiela Leather Blouson ¥ 1,575,000 (Martin Margiela Japan)

Q3 You continue to use "craftsmanship" or "handmade" processing. What kind of fascination do you find in such methods?

A3 The power and energy of clothes that already have history and stories. Utilizing the energy of those clothes as they are, they are new. It's about pointing in a creative direction. In many cases, there are objects, accessories, and things that have nothing to do with it. Cotton bandage shoes, wigs, crystals and more are good examples!

Q4 I'm always surprised by the artisanal that reuses unexpected materials. How do you get inspiration for those ideas? A4 Ideas come abruptly, as if a friend who hadn't been in contact for a long time suddenly appeared !! Never, when, how, and why. I don't know, but I'm glad that the other person is there and the dialogue begins!

Q5 Women's "" and Men's "/" arties

Compare the Zanal collection to the newness and value you seek

Is there any difference? A5 There is no particular difference, but when it comes to clothing for women, I think there is room to pursue creation in extreme areas. What is for women may have the property of allowing such force and breadth.

I don't know.

06 It was a work that I would like you to decorate in the museum, such as the leather blouson reconstructed by the sheepskin pilot that I shot this time! Do you want the same reality as other lines even in such artistic artisanals? A6 Clothes are always clothes !!!! Creative or clothes! Artistic! Clothes are still more or less

There is none.

Q7 Do you think "fashion is not art"? A7 Applied art, a craft, but it is not art in a social sense.

Q8 Dismantling the vintage and adding a completely new value

Remake. Did you discover anything by continuing with the bold artisanal method? AB It means that clothes that already exist and have a history have more power than their materials. It contains energy with the potential to be directed in new directions, along with life and traces of life!

Q9 What is the biggest difficulty in making clothes for Artisanal?

A9 We explained our recent challenges as an answer to the first question. Other problems are very real. Find materials, handle them properly ... Take on the challenge of the ideas in them.

Q10 The biggest thing in making clothes for Artisanal

What is it? A10 The freedom of creation that this gives us, the wonderful opportunity to share with people, and the various dialogues that this process triggers.

Right / Vintage rock T-shirt with wool embroidery on the body (Martin Margiela T-shirt ¥ 168,000 Left / Gillet covering the whole with a dead stock tie from the 1960s, as well as red and bull There are about 5 songs for each color. Reversi specifications. (Martin Margiela Gillet ¥ 30,000 (both Martin Margiela Ja)

#martin margiela #maisonmartinmargiela #fashion #archive fashion #archivefaction #diy #artisanal #my scans

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camellachronicles · 10 months

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go touch grass content

must read

everything comes back down to opportunity. this post nowhere exudes invalidation of one’s personal struggles but is an expression of a fact in life — some people will toil harder and still struggle to make ends meet.

One morning I had woken up at 4 in the noble pursuit of getting as much as I can done. I have found that productivity is a key component to a fulfilling day (but not life)

The past few months I have fought off the soul deafening thought that the arduous work concerning college and life in general is pointless. Plenty of books have said otherwise. More than the sensations, dreams, strife, and despair— I am solely created and thus have purpose

Then again, I have the chance to express and think like this because of factors that led me to this:

1) my education

2) a peaceful surrounding

3) the culture I have been exposed to

4) the mediums available to me (time, gadgets, influence)

These ought to make me grateful. Sometimes I forget, and then once again my needs are met before I even begin to ask— people remind me to be grateful. I have come to realize, satisfaction is not a prerequisite to idleness.

This would lead me to my second point

The aforementioned morning, I slept late the night before writing down promissory notes. Scribbling, I had wondered, why, in essence, I had to do it: (1) I was, matter-of-factly late in a class. It was no excuse whether the teacher have been complacent. My actions reflect myself and not others.(I had to see the first theatre performance held at school) (2) I really thought my handwriting resembled that of Jo March and I took, the opportunity of writing in cursive on 15 A4-sized pages.

The PE class that day took the best of turns. I had not been vocal about how much I dreaded the class. The competitiveness carried me through games of caterpillar and tugs-of-war. I wrote the remaining pages on the games’ resting interims. “I promise to attend…”

A test of temper however, trodded on the grandstand grounds that day. A child dressed up as a measly excuse for an adult he thinks is ‘edgy’. He began displaying an irrevocably irritating grin. “Power was out from where I was”, “I had slept early”, he even snickered to his friends “There were problems at home”

I can write adjectives down a list longer than how everyone around tolerates you. I’m sure, however, I cannot embarrass you more than you already have done yourself.

My sentiments here are not that serious. I’m certain you’d be familiar with that. Neither taking things seriously nor respectfully. I hope you realize the only thing you’re entitled to is yourself and you’re doing a pretty disappointing job.

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A GOLDEN SOUL - Chapter 8 - No. 4498

Two allies finally talk and the Black 5, 5025, finally arrives on Sodor. Mr Richard confronts Godred and Gordon is pulled off the express for a private mission.

During the height of WWII, a LNER A3 and a LNER A4 speak about the loss of the A4 engine Gadwell to an air raid.

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“I hear that you lost Gadwell,” the Flying Scotsman said as he pulled up beside the black A4 sitting ahead of him in the yards. All their liveries were black these days. The war had seen to that. “My condolences.”

The A4, 4498, or Sir Nigel Gresley gazed back at him. He looked saddened and depressed but otherwise still held himself to the highest appearance.

“Bombers dropped a bomb on his shed, it exploded between him and 925,” 4498 said solemnly. "There was no saving him. His soul had left his engine before morning, same with 925."

He sounded shaken but he kept his appearance uptight and strong.

Keep calm and carry on as the humans were constantly saying these days.

Flying Scotsman looked at his buffers and gave a deep sigh.

“It feels like the entire world is going insane,” he said bitterly. He gazed up at the cloudy sky. “How are the other A4s dealing with it?”

“We’ve kept a low profile so I, unfortunately, have no idea,” Sir Nigel said. “Falcon, Australia and New Zealand are the only ones working in this area. I heard from Falcon that some of them don’t even know that Sir Gresley is no longer with us, the war has kept groups of us separated for so long.”

Flying Scotsman looked at his buffers quietly. He was still trying to make sense of the loss of their designer. He knew he had to step up and take over as leader of the A3 class but part of him was resisting. Great Northern was pushing back despite all of his siblings referring to him as the patriarchal leader these days.

“Great Northern still causing you grief?” Sir Nigel asked and Flying Scotsman sighed.

“He doesn’t accept my leadership,” Scotsman grumbled. “It’s been a decade since my record, I’ve earned the respect of all my siblings except him. I don’t understand it.”

“If it’s any consolation, most of us A4s respect you as your class's leader,” Sir Nigel said kindly. “You set the gold standard. You were the first. That cannot be taken from you, no matter how much Mallard whines.”

Flying Scotsman rolled his eyes.

“I honestly don’t care that he broke my speed record, Silver Link did that and I'm proud of him for it, it’s the way Mallard goes on about it that’s infuriating,” Scotsman hissed steam. “Hell, I think Silver Link is tired of him as well.”

“He’s young,” Sir Nigel put forward. “Hopefully he’ll grow out of this phase and realise there are more important things in the world.”

“Wasn’t Gadwell younger than Mallard?” Scotsman asked and Sir Nigel closed his eyes in mourning.

“I’m sorry,” Scotsman apologised realising his lack of tact. “That was insensitive of me.”

Sir Nigel sat still for a long while before opening his eyes and looking back at Scotsman.

“How is that older sister of mine? Is she doing well? Is she pulling the Flying Scotsman up to your standards?"

“She’s doing most impressively,” Scotsman smiled. “Silver Fox is a credit to your class and she’s making a lot of friends. The other A3s around our yard love her company, especially Polly.”

“Ah yes Pretty Polly,” Sir Nigel said wistfully. “Double-headed with her a while ago, very fierce speaks her mind but very good at what she does.”

“She’s getting very nasty towards Great Northern,” Scotsman said quietly. “I don’t know what to do every time they fight. If I break them up, Great Northern will always turn on me and Polly will instantly step in to defend me again causing the fight to escalate.”

Flying Scotsman looked away from Sir Nigel.

“They would have never pulled this when our designer was still alive,” he sighed before looking back at Sir Nigel. “You’re got a good history at dealing with Capercaillie and Mallard, what would you do?”

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#ttte fanfic #ttte golden soul #ttte flying scotsman #ttte gordon #ttte young iron #ttte tornado #ttte au #ttte green arrow #ttte james #ttte sir nigel gresley #ttte gadwell

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alexbkrieger13 · 2 years

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❤️ Madde, dearest Madde 🥹 😭

Janogy's unexpected rescue: "It was really cool"

When everything crashed and went black, it wasn't the goals that brought Madelen Janogy back to the soccer field.

It was the painting.

- It was my free zone where I didn't have to think.

Madelen Janogy rummages through the closet in the hall of the apartment in southern Stockholm, where she lives with her partner.

It is full of pens, blocks, beads and other creative things but there are also traces of the footballer Janogy. On a shelf are three tampons.

- That's it, maybe I'll take those back to training, she says before picking out what she's looking for.

It is a large pile of papers that the 26-year-old takes with him and enters the combined living room and kitchen.

A colorful pile that symbolizes the way out of the darkness. Because all of a sudden, Madalen Janogy's everyday life was pitch black.

- It can go fast obviously because I had no idea before I just crashed, but it also shows the beauty of being able to come back.

It was in the spring of 2020 that she chose to break her contract with the big German club and move back home. In the beginning, everything was difficult, even the smallest everyday thing.

The 26-year-old hardly wanted to get out of bed in the mornings. She didn't see the point.

- It is clear that you have felt bad before, but not at that level. I remember my psychologist saying to take a walk, but I can't even take a walk. Get up and make breakfast. Why should I make breakfast? I'm not hungry. What should I do then?

The walking thing didn't work. However, the painting did.

On the round black dining table, she spreads out the paintings.

- Anything can happen here, she says and starts to browse:

- Here we also have a lot of stuff that we have painted with the national team. I think Curmark has a board around here somewhere. She painted a MER bottle.

Very true, it doesn't take many seconds before the bottle appears among the images.

- I still think that since it's the first time, it's good, says Janogy and shows the next one:

- This one has been made by Benni. Very good. She hasn't drawn before either.

The 26-year-old from Falköping puts down the picture depicting a woman's face again and continues to look through the pile, which is so much more than just paintings to her.

But something is missing.

- It would have been fun to see the pictures from when I started painting, but the question is where I have the small block, she says and starts frantically searching the apartment.

- I started with a small block once I started painting. Where I just drove. The question is where do I have it?

Janogy goes out to the cupboard in the hall to see if she might have missed something, but no there is no block there.

- So it wouldn't surprise me if I accidentally threw it away, she says and looks beyond the pictures on the table again.

Then she suddenly comes to another place where it could be. She gets down on her knees and starts looking under the large couch next to the dining table.

- Yes! Wait! I think I may have found it…

With a triumphant expression on her face, she takes out the block, but the big smile quickly disappears. There is not much left in the block. Most of it is torn out.

At the same time as she slightly dejectedly begins to tell about those first pictures of colorful Disney characters, black and white motifs and faces, she flips through the pile on the table.

- No, but here! Here they are!

Janogy proudly displays a picture in pink and yellow showing two familiar faces from The Lion King.

– Timon and Pumbaa. This was sort of the beginning. When you just sat and drew, she says, continuing to flip through the A4 sheets.full screen

- This is actually very... When I look at these pictures, it's the start of painting and my rehab. This is how it started. I remember how proud you were when you had drawn these in the beginning. It was pretty damn cool.

In the beginning, she often painted. The 26-year-old could sit at the table for hours and just paint and paint. Finishing a motif could be the goal of the day.

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- It was very important for me to find something so that it didn't just happen that the days go by and you don't do anything, because that didn't make me feel good, she says.

- Now when I look at them like this, I'm happy. I think it was kind of like my free zone, where I didn't have to think. You found something that you think is fun because in the beginning it wasn't that much fun. When it was the toughest, like, but this I remember I thought was very funny.

There is no doubt that painting and well-being go hand in hand. The better she felt, the bigger the paintings became.

Now some of them are posted on the white walls of the renovated two-room apartment.

- I think my first painting was actually that one, she says, pointing to a colorful painting.

It depicts an African woman and sits on the wall by the couch. Under the shelf with the WC bronze from 2019 and the Olympic silver from 2021.

- I remember sending a lot of pictures to my closest friends and being so proud. Check out what I have set up!

It is noticeable that she is reminded of that feeling because it perfectly shines about her when she tells the story.

- What I mean by looking at this today, it makes me see how far I've come. I remember when I sat and made them where it is so far from where I am today. It's awesome.

Now she doesn't paint as much and as often. It is no longer needed.

- In the beginning it was very much that I needed to get home because I was quite tired mentally. Now I have a lot of other things that take up time and that I want to do, so I don't have the time that I had before.

Despite the tough blow that the last professional adventure entailed, she is eager to try again.

- Yes, I absolutely feel that I am. I'm in a completely different place and I've learned a lot about myself as well so I'm not afraid of that anymore. It feels very nice to feel that I want to go abroad. I'm not afraid of it.

- Now I feel that if I were to go abroad then you have to take it for what it is because you never know how it will go. I'm not so afraid of failure and I don't think it can go as wrong as it did last time because now I'm more prepared and have keys.

At the beginning, were you afraid of not daring to venture out again?

- Yes, absolutely, but above all that I wouldn't come back to football at all. I didn't want to play football either. That was probably the biggest fear because it has been such a big part and then I just rejoiced that I didn't have to play.

But she managed to get back.

After being completely away from football for a few months, the news came that Janogy would make a comeback in Piteå in August 2020, the club she had won SM gold with two years earlier.

- There were probably many who wondered why I went to Piteå, but it was so important that I went there. It was close that I didn't go there, that I went to another club.

She takes an art break and thinks, thinking back to that summer two years ago. Then when she had actually made the decision to go somewhere else.

- Then I went to bed and just felt that no, it doesn't feel right. I just got the feeling that no, I'm going to Piteå, then I called my agent and said I'm going to Piteå, that's the right thing. It was just a gut feeling that said no, it doesn't feel good, I want to go to Piteå and it was so important that I went there and not somewhere else right then and there.

When Madelen Janogy describes what she has learned from this trip, a lot is about being here and now, but also being confident in yourself.

- For me, it's just been about not giving up on anything all the time, but always doing everything at one hundred percent. I've always been able to trust that if I do that and just work hard, I know the rest will come.

But that security has not always been there. She thanks Piteå's coach Stellan Carlsson for that.

Last season, however, Janogy chose to move south, among other things to be closer to family. When we meet her on a chilled Kanalplan, it is clear that it is an environment she thrives in.

- If I speak for myself, I think it flows and I enjoy it. Then in terms of the team, it really feels like we have found the right place, even if we don't get all the results, we play very good football and are where we want to be.

After an injury-filled spring, Madelen Janogy was left out of the Swedish EC squad. A tough message to receive, but if there is anything the 26-year-old has learned, it is to deal with defeat.

- I don't like being in adversity, but I can still feel a sense of calm in it. If I do the right things, I will shift up. It will also be a bit of a spur for me that I have nothing to lose now. I'm down, I'm injured, I got poked, I broke my contract. Now damn, now we drive, now we go. You are a fighter as well. You shouldn't be so afraid of it.

And during the autumn, she has taken back her place in the Swedish national team.

- That's where I want to be. I am not satisfied with anything else, so I am very happy and proud that I made it back. That was the goal.

Janogy has been selected for the two national team gatherings that have been after the EC and in the training international match against France, she immediately showed that it is not only at home at the dinner table that she can paint. The striker barely managed to be on the field more than three minutes before she scored her sixth national team goal in her career.

- It was tough not to come but I've worked incredibly hard so it's a sign that I've done something good and that I've taken it the right way because I'm here now and I got to play. It feels incredibly good for me that I handled it in the way that I thought was the best.

Now she is looking forward to the end of the season. Hennes Hammarby has four matches left in the women's league, then Janogy's contract expires.

She confirms that she is in talks with the club, but that she is in no rush or will make any hasty decisions. If there is one thing the striker takes with him after these tough years, it is to listen to his gut feeling.

- I will always do that. I will never do anything that doesn't feel right in my gut. Never again.

The 26-year-old had to learn the hard way that what in the eyes of many looks like a dream can rather be a nightmare.

- Did I do it for me? No, I did it because people said I should and it was the best thing for me without them knowing.

She often returns to that gut feeling thing. Now too.

If she had trusted it, there would have been no move to Wolfsburg, because it didn't feel good in her stomach.

- No, it didn't. I'm always good at listening to my gut, but I didn't do that and it didn't turn out well either. So I won't do it again. I know myself and I know what I need and I think that is important for everyone, to dare to trust that. Dare to feel what is best for me.

Whether it is in Sweden or abroad is of no great importance to Madelen Janogy. Nowadays, she knows what is important when making her choice.

- Now I'm really enjoying myself and feeling well. I really want to continue with that, to be injury-free, enjoy and constantly develop. I have big goals with my football and dreams, but I believe that everything will come at the right time as long as you do the right things and do it one hundred percent.

- I want to win titles. I want to play in the Champions League and try to be as good as I can be.

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