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classiclitbracket · 1 year

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Welcome to The Classic Literature Bracket!

Moderated by @sorrel-scribbles [she/her, minor] and inspired by @ultimatehistorical, @riordanversecharactertournament, @baldguy-fight, @spnepisodebracket, @classic-lit-couples-showdown, @ultimate-poll-tournament and so many more!

***VOTING HAS STARTED, SEE PINNED POST***

Important Info:

Submissions will be open one week (March 15-22), but will stay open if I have less than fifteen submissions or close early if I receive more than one hundred.

The current plan is a 32 entry bracket, but I will consider doing a 64 entry one if I get enough interest/submissions.

There will probably be a couple of preliminary rounds before the actual polls come out, because there are a couple of authors whose work I expect to see multiple submissions for.

Propaganda is welcome, but please wait to submit it at least until the first preliminaries come out (this can be done by using the ask box or making your own post and @ing me)

If you have questions feel free to submit them to the ask box!

Friendly competition is fine, but I will block you if you can’t be civil with one another!

Voting/Submitting Guidelines:

The goal here is to determine which is the most classic piece of literature. You can vote based on your personal favorite, what you think had the most cultural impact, what is the most popular or timely today etc.

I DO NOT want to see any moral complaints. Many of these authors/works were racist, sexist, etc. and I fully condemn that, but we can separate the art from the artist and still understand the importance of/enjoy the work despite its flaws.You’re free to not like/not vote for a book due to offensive material, but I don’t want to see tags/comments/asks saying “you shouldn’t have included x because it’s racist” or “nobody vote for y it’s misogynistic.” This isn’t “which classic lit book is the most morally correct”.

Submission Criteria:

The book must have been published between 1600-1970 CE

It must be written by a European (Russia/the Ural mountains to Ireland, not including Turkey/The Ottoman Empire), Canadian, or United States American*

The book must be fictional and considered a novel (no short stories, plays, poetry etc.)

You can’t submit a book already on the auto-inclusion list

You can’t submit for an author already on the auto-inclusion list as I’m only allowing one book per author

You can submit a series together (ex: Sherlock Holmes) or an individual book from the series (ex: A Study in Scarlet), just make sure to specify in the form

Up to five submissions per person, but you can only submit each book once

You have to make your submission through the google form (below). Submissions in comments, asks, etc. will not count (sorry, but I need to be able to keep track).

*on the Eurocentrism of this criteria: There is so much amazing Islamic, African, S./E. Asian, Pacific, and South American literature out there, but I feel it really merits its own bracket by someone who understands the material more and that it wouldn’t really get the fair chance it deserves in this bracket anyway as I expect it to be American and Brit Lit heavy as is and more people will come out to support those books so I might as well just limit the criteria off the bat.

Auto-Entries:

The Great Gatsby-F. Scott Fitzgerald

Pride and Prejudice-Jane Austen

The Metamorphosis-Franz Kafka

Wuthering Heights-Emily Bronte

Little Women-Louisa May Alcott

1984-George Orwell

Frankenstein-Mary Shelly

Les Miserables-Victor Hugo

Sherlock Holmes-Arthur Conan Doyle

Crime and Punishment-Fyodor Dostoyevsty

Submissions Here ⇊

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zicygomar · 1 year

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Now, I’m no Atelier Emily, but I did my best layman’s Google Fu and came up some potential meanings behind the flower selections in the Magical Destroyers OP. It seems the theme is poisonous plants, especially with ties to “death” in literature.

Anarchy - I want to say this is aconitum, given the petals’ deep hue and weird shapes, as well as the pronged leaves. Although, most of the pictures I’ve seen of aconitum are purple or indigo, rather than deep blue. Aconitum is so famously poisonous, it’s the poison of choice in literature, mythology, and history. It has a whole host of names like “monkshood” or “queen of poisons” or perhaps most well-known-- “wolf’s bane”.

Blue - This one will be obvious for those in the weeb sphere. Red spider lilies represent “last goodbyes”, as in “death”, and their distinctive appearance means you’ll be seeing it here and there especially in anime; a sort of visual Dies Irae. Like the other flowers shown here, spider lilies are poisonous.

Pink - There are a number of white compound flowers this could be, such as the more well-known Queen’s Lace, but if we understand the theme, this is almost assuredly poison hemlock. It’s hemlock. It’s poisonous. The classical Greek philosopher Socrates was executed by being forced to drink poison hemlock.

Slayer - This interesting because what she’s holding is clearly NOT a flower, it’s a branch of berries, which is like, post-flowering I guess. Regardless, she’s the odd one out in many other aspects, like the single teardrop tattoo, the heterochromia, the teardrop replaced by a cross in her civilian outfit, the starting as a villain, etc. It looks like the plant could be a Japanese Skimmia (Latinization of: ミヤマシキミ, 深山樒, miyama shikimi), a favored ornamental shrub for gardens and parks, due to its evergreen and fragrance. Female shrubs grow bright red berries, which grow in peace due to their poison.

Otaku Hero - You’d think this would just be daisies or something, but alas, this is where my Google Fu fails me. Daisies don’t have so few petals, it seems? Otaku Hero’s flowers very deliberately have five white petals and a yellow center, but the closest thing I can find is the wood sorrel, which is a bit too small for what’s portrayed in the image. Wood sorrel, or sourgrass, is considered a weed and is edible. The Oxalis genus is so common, it can be found around the world. Be it daisies or sourgrass, the theme for him seems to be weeds, as the flowers appear as if they were growing out of him.

Another thing to note: some of the girls might look to simply be holding these poisonous plants to pose with. Closer inspection shows that they all are actually holding them in their mouths, that is, if the plants are not outright growing out of them. Plants like the wolf’s bane are toxic even to touch, let alone ingest.

#mahou shoujo magical destroyers #anime2023:spring #flowers

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nightsidewrestling · 4 months

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D.U.D.E Bios: Byron Winter

The Politician Husband of Geia Byron Lucifarian (2020)

The husband of Geia, Byron. He's a politician and about as stereotypically sketchy and sneaky as you would expect from an American politician.

"Money moves mountains."

Name

Full Legal Name: Byron Wilbur Winter

First Name: Byron

Meaning: From a surname that was originally from a place name meaning 'Place of the cow sheds' in Old English.

Pronunciation: BIE-ren

Origin: English

Middle Name: Wilbur

Meaning: From an English surname that was originally derived from the nickname 'Wildbor' meaning 'Wild boar' in Middle English.

Pronunciation: WIL-ber

Origin: English

Surname: Winter

Meaning: From Old English 'Winter' or Old High German 'Wintar' meaning 'Winter'.

Pronunciation: WIN-tar

Origin: English, German, Swedish

Alias: None

Reason: None

Nicknames: Ron, Will

Titles: Mr

Characteristics

Age: 53

Gender: Male. He/Him Pronouns

Race: Human

Nationality: American

Ethnicity: White

Birth Date: May 23 1967

Symbols: None

Sexuality: Straight

Religion: Catholic

Native Language: English

Spoken Languages: English, Spanish, Russian

Relationship Status: Married

Astrological Sign: Gemini

Theme Song (Ringtone on Geia's Phone): 'Opportunities (Let's Make Lots of Money)' - Pet Shop Boys

Voice Actor: Chevy Chase

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Spokane, Washington, USA

Current Location: Spokane, Washington, USA

Hometown: Spokane, Washington, USA

Appearance

Height: 6'0" / 182 cm

Weight: 180 lbs / 81 kg

Eye Colour: Brown

Hair Colour: Ginger (Slowly Going White)

Hair Dye: None

Body Hair: Hairy

Facial Hair: Clean Shaven

Tattoos: (As of Jan 2020) None

Piercings: None

Scars: None

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None

Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Social Drinker

Illnesses/Disorders: None

Medications: None

Any Specific Diet: None

Relationships

Allies: N/A

Enemies: N/A

Friends: Xenophon Lum, Rudolf Volkov

Colleagues: N/A

Rivals: None

Closest Confidant: Nathan Winter

Mentor: Rudyard Winter

Significant Other: Pelageya Winter (33, 2nd Wife, Née Volkov)

Previous Partners: Caprice Winter (R.I.P, 1st Wife, Née Thorne)

Parents: Rudyard Winter (73, Father), Doris Winter (74, Mother, Née Triggs)

Parents-In-Law: Rudolf Volkov (53, Father-In-Law), Diana Volkov (54, Mother-In-Law, Née Shvets)

Siblings: Agatha Quincy (50, Sister, Née Winter), Russel Winter (47, Brother), Dana Norton (44, Sister, Née Winter), Osbert Winter (41, Brother), Rochelle Knight (38, Sister, Née Winter), Isaac Winter (35, Brother), Spring Hopper (32, Sister, Née Winter), Graham Winter (29, Brother), Alice Winter (26, Sister), Truman Winter (23, Brother), Helen Winter (20, Sister)

Siblings-In-Law: Arthur Quincy (51, Agatha's Husband), Sorrel Winter (48, Russel's Wife, Née Everly), Stephen Norton (45, Dana's Husband), Edith Winter (42, Osbert's Wife, Née Butler), Lysander Knight (39, Rochelle's Husband), Lois Winter (36, Isaac's Wife, Née Yoxall), Anthony Hopper (33, Spring's Husband)

Ardalion Volkov (30, Pelageya's Brother), Sabina Volkov (31, Ardalion's Wife, Née Melnik), Matrona Volkov (27, Pelageya's Sister), Yaroslav Volkov (24, Pelageya's Brother), Klavdia Volkov (21, Pelageya's Sister), Wassily Volkov (18, Pelageya's Brother), Oxana Volkov (15, Pelageya's Sister)

Nieces & Nephews: Feliks Volkov (10, Nephew), Nadine Vipond (30, Niece, Née Quincy), Joseph Vipond (31, Nadine’s Husband), Ambrose Quincy (27, Nephew), Shirley Quincy (24, Niece), Bronte Quincy (21, Nephew), Emerald Quincy (18, Niece), Robert Quincy (15, Nephew), Tanya Quincy (12, Niece), Oscar Quincy (9, Nephew), Clara Quincy (6, Niece), Harold Quincy (3, Nephew), Emily Winter (27, Niece), Louis Winter (24, Nephew), Laura Winter (21, Niece), Ernest Winter (18, Nephew), Sinclair Winter (15, Niece), Alfred Winter (12, Nephew), Allison Winter (9, Niece), Charles Winter (6, Nephew), Octavia Winter (3, Niece), Ian Norton (24, Nephew), Shirlee Norton (21, Niece), Neil Norton (18, Nephew), Terry Norton (15, Niece), Henry Norton (12, Nephew), Amy Norton (9, Niece), Homer Norton (6, Nephew), Ardath Norton (3, Niece), Marcus Winter (21, Nephew), Louisa Winter (18, Niece), Ivan Winter (15, Nephew), Lydia Winter (12, Niece), Upton Winter (9, Nephew), Toni Winter (6, Niece), Aldous Winter (3, Nephew), Margaret Knight (18, Niece), Albert Knight (15, Nephew), Ethel Knight (12, Niece), Raymond Knight (9, Nephew), Ione Knight (6, Niece), Paul Knight (3, Nephew), Pearl Winter (15, Niece), Peter Winter (12, Nephew), Ayn Winter (9, Niece), Philip Winter (6, Nephew), Meredith Winter (3, Niece), Jacob Hopper (12, Nephew), Irish Hopper (9, Niece), Jonathan Hopper (6, Nephew), Mary Hopper (3, Niece)

Children: Nathan Winter (33, Son), Zinnia Turner (30, Daughter, Née Winter), Laurence Winter (27, Son), Xanthia Winter (24, Daughter), Joseph Winter (21, Son), Venetia Winter (18, Daughter), Isaiah Winter (15, Son), Uliana Winter (12, Daughter), Emil Winter (9, Son)

Children-In-Law: Genesis Winter (34, Nathan's Wife, Née Rivers), Patrick Turner (31, Zinnia's Husband)

Grandkids: Quincy Winter (13, Grandson), Hadley Winter (10, Granddaughter), Bethany Turner (10, Granddaughter)

Great Grandkids: None

Wrestling

Billed From: N/A

Trainer: N/A

Managers: N/A

Wrestlers Managed: N/A

Debut: N/A

Debut Match: N/A

Retired: N/A

Retirement Match: N/A

Wrestling Style: N/A

Stables: N/A

Teams: N/A

Regular Moves: N/A

Finishers: N/A

Refers To Fans As: N/A

Extras

Trivia: Nothing of Note

#D.U.D.E #original character #WInter #Family. Not a Wrestler

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spnhunter4life · 9 months

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End Up Here Chapter 4

Chapter Summary: Emily's friends ambush her at work, looking for details about Dean.

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: Once again picking up right where we left off last chapter. I had to take a break from all the 'get to know you' dialogue with Dean, so we're spending a little bit of time with the horses and the friend group instead! I really like how this one turned out, so I hope you guys like it too!

Sidenote: Enjoy the Friends gif, because I seriously could not find just a simple gif of a group of girls talking. I wish I was kidding when I say I spent a good hour looking for something similar to this but not from a famous TV show before giving in and just using it.

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I pulled into the parking lot of Freedom Reins and grabbed the key to unlock the tack shed. I put out a pair of cross ties, grabbed Penny’s halter off its hook and then headed out to the pasture to catch her. The pasture she was in held five horses, each of them a different color. As the lone sorrel, she was easy to pick out even from a distance.

I was pretty confident I could get through my whole list today, but my plan was to knock out tasks in order of importance, just in case I didn’t have time for it all. Her being scared of the tree we planted in an attempt to give the arena a little more shade was my biggest and most immediate concern, so I decided to work with her first. Everything else still needed to be done, but I could function just fine for a few more days with things as they were if I ran out of time. I couldn’t, however, keep making Penny’s riders only use half of the arena.

“Hey, pretty girl,” I said to her when I got close. She didn’t even bother looking up from where she was contentedly pulling up mouthfuls of grass.

I put her halter on and led her to the arena. I stayed on the outside of the arena, walking her directly over to the tree. She needed to get up close and check it out so she could realize it wasn’t dangerous.

She perked up when the tree came into view and when we were within a few steps of it, she froze in her tracks, head up and ears alert. I gave her a few seconds to look at it and then coaxed her a couple more steps forward. She stepped side to side and snorted nervously. I talked to her in a soothing voice, but didn’t let her back away, waiting for her to stop reacting and to start thinking.

After a minute she started to cautiously stretch out her nose in an attempt to smell it without getting closer.

“That’s a good girl,” I told her. “It’s not going to hurt you. Come look at it.”

I gave her a little time to make the choice herself, but when it seemed like she wasn’t going to come any closer, I gave a little pull on the leadrope. She planted her feet, but otherwise didn’t fight me.

“Come on, girl,” I said and clicked to her a couple times.

She let out a big sigh and I knew I had her. She cautiously took the last couple steps forward, flinching – but not retreating – when I reached a hand out to pet her.

“Good girl!” I praised her. She sniffed at the tree and I watched her visibly relax when she realized what it was. I stayed there for a few minutes, petting on her and letting her graze around the tree to really solidify her understanding that it wasn’t scary.

I walked her back and forth directly in front of it a few times and then did a lap around the whole outside of the arena, making sure she’d still be ok with it after walking away and coming back. She didn’t react at all.

I took her into the arena next, to let her see it from a new angle. I kept her walking right on the fenceline. She paid attention when she saw the tree coming up, but I didn’t detect any signs of unease in her. We passed the tree with no reaction, so I finished my lap and then turned and walked her in the other direction. Still no reaction. Good.

I put her in the cross ties, figuring I might as well brush her and pick her feet while I had her up.

I gave her a treat and then took her back to her pasture, switching her halter out for Domino’s and grabbing him next. As his name suggested, he was a black and white paint horse. We didn’t know for sure, but we suspected him of being a draft cross. He wasn’t overly tall, but he was stocky.

“Alright big guy, let’s see what’s going on here,” I said to him once I had him up in the cross ties and had finished grooming him.

I grabbed his saddle out of the tack shed and set it on him. I was far from an expert in saddle fitting, but I knew enough to get by. I thought it still fit him nicely, but he had put on a little weight, so switching out his thick saddle pad for a thin blanket would probably make a difference. I took the saddle off, grabbed a blanket from the shed, and then saddled him up all the way, watching closely for any signs of discomfort. He seemed perfectly fine.

Well then, either switching blankets was all that was needed, or I’d imagined him being sore in the first place – a possibility when I had so much going on. All he’d really done was turn his nose in my direction and stomp his foot. It’s possible it had even just been him being annoyed by a fly, but at the time class was starting and I didn’t have time to investigate further. Either way, it was definitely a necessary change.

I put him away and then checked the time. Almost 11:30. I figured I could work on desensitizing Finn for a while. He’d been around for eight months now, so it was long past time for him to be worked with on wheelchairs. The only reason I’d put it off so long is because we had so few riders that used them, it was easy enough to choose any of our other 15 horses for the job. If he was going to be at this center though, it’s really something he should learn.

I spent about 45 minutes working with him and was happy with the progress I’d made. He didn’t have any problems walking next to the moving wheelchair or having it be moved all around him. I still needed to work with him on riders getting on from the wheelchair, but I needed more people around to help me with that and he’d done enough for the day anyway. It was best to stop on a good note, give him a break, and come back to it another day.

I unlocked the office and went inside for lunch. I heated up one of the frozen dinners that I kept here for days like this and sat down at my desk. I decided to work on the rider files from yesterday while I ate. Every rider’s file had to be updated after every class. Notes had to be made on what we worked on that day, how they did, any improvements they made or issues they had.

Sometimes our riders had difficulty comprehending what we were asking of them or lacked the physical ability to do things a certain way. Keeping a record of what works for them and what doesn’t was also important.

I was still eating and working on these when the door opened and three of my companions from last night walked in. I looked up into the smug, expectant faces of Rose, Lauren, and Natalie.

“What’s up?” I asked. I had no idea what this could possibly be about. I hadn’t expected them to be here today.

“Oh, you know. Just thought we’d come see how you’re doing,” Natalie said in an innocent tone.

“Uh huh,” I said flatly. “Out with it. What are you really doing here?”

“What? We can’t just stop by and see if you need help with anything? You did have quite the list last night,” Lauren said.

They were all willing to help me out with things if I asked, but they wouldn’t just volunteer their help. It was my job after all, not theirs. And I hadn’t asked.

“Nope. Try again.”

“How was your walk home last night?” Rose asked.

Okay. Now I saw where this was going. Obviously they’d seen me leave with Dean. But if she was going to hint around it instead of outright asking what she really wanted to know, then I wasn’t going to give her what she wanted.

“It was fine. It was really nice out. Made it to your place just fine.”

“Yeah. And I bet the rest of your night was better than fine,” Natalie prodded with a proud gleam in her eye. Rose and Lauren snickered.

“I got home and I went to sleep. Nothing exciting,” I told her truthfully, although they clearly didn’t believe me.

“Oh please! Stop trying to deny it. We all saw you leave with tall, dark and handsome. And Jackie saw you with him this morning at Ricky’s,” Rose informed me.

Well that’s just great. Jackie was our program director, and I loved her dearly – I loved all the girls I worked with – but she could be such a gossip.

“Ok, well first of all, Jackie needs to stop spreading my personal business around to everyone on staff. Second, just because she saw me with a guy, that doesn’t mean it was the guy from the bar. And I’m not denying that I left with him. But he walked me to my car and that was the end of it.”

“Then why were you out with him this morning?” Lauren asked, clearly thinking she’d proved her point.

“Once again, you don’t have any reason to think it was him,” I argued.

“But I don’t actually hear you denying it,” Rose pointed out. “So it was him, wasn’t it?”

I sighed and pushed my food out of the way. I’d probably have to reheat it at this point.

“Yeah, it was him. So what?”

“So?” Lauren asked incredulously. “So, tell us everything! How was he?”

I was getting very frustrated with this line of questioning. Couldn’t they just believe me when I said I didn’t sleep with the guy? They knew that wasn’t really my style anyway, so why were they so set on that being the official story?

“If you mean how was he in bed, then I don’t know. He walked me to my car because he said he didn’t like the idea of me walking alone. He asked me to meet him for breakfast this morning, and then I went home. Alone. If you mean how was he as a conversational partner, then he was great. Good listener, but doesn’t just sit there and make you carry the conversation either.”

“You really didn’t sleep with him?” Nat asked.

“No! That’s what I’m trying to tell you! You know I don’t do one night stands. What makes you think this was any different?”

“I don’t know. We just figured since you left with him…” Nat trailed off.

“And let’s be real, he’s insanely good looking. If there was ever a guy to make an exception for, it would be him,” Lauren added.

“Ok. So, let me ask you this,” Rose said. “If you didn’t hook up with him, then what exactly are you expecting out of this?”

This was her serious voice. Her ‘let’s be reasonable and talk about it’ voice. I don’t know why she was going into mom friend mode.

“I’m not expecting anything. Maybe hoping,” I admitted.

“Emily, listen. Guys like that… they don’t settle for girls like you,” Rose said in a sympathetic voice.

“Girls like me? What’s that mean? That he’s out of my league?” I was immediately defensive and hurt that my longtime friend would say something so mean. Not that it wasn’t true. But wasn’t this the part where my friends were supposed to build me up? To tell me it was his loss if he wasn’t interested?

“Honestly? Yes.” Seeing my hurt expression, she hurried to continue. “But he’s out of all of our leagues. Guys like that are out of the league of everyone. Except supermodels. I’m just trying to be realistic here.”

“So it’s plausible for him to want to sleep with me, but not anything else?”

“You know this is supposed to be an insult to him, not you, right?” Nat asked. “We’re not saying you’re not beautiful and a really great person. But have you ever known a guy that looks as good as him to be interested in anything more than sex? They know how they look. They know they can have any girl they want. And they take advantage of that. Why settle down when you can be with a different girl every night?”

I was still feeling extremely hurt, but at least I could see where they were coming from now. I’d get over it when I had space and time to calm down. And I couldn’t deny the petty smugness I felt at being able to contradict all the expectations they apparently had of Dean.

“Thanks for the concern,” I told them. “But it’s really unnecessary. Dean’s a great guy. He’s not at all like what you’re saying.”

“Oh, it’s Dean, is it?” Rose smirked and wiggled her eyebrows. I smiled a little at her teasing, happy to move on from the tense moment.

“It’s not that we don’t want to believe you. We just don’t want you to get your hopes up thinking you’ve met this great guy and then it turns out he was just using you. You know we can’t stand seeing you hurt,” Lauren said.

“And I appreciate you looking out for me. But this isn’t him playing me. Did you not notice him turn down like four different women last night?” I asked. They all shook their heads. “Well he did. And he never once made any sort of move on me. He was a perfect gentleman. Does that sound like something he would do if he had ulterior motives? I mean, why even bother? Like I said, he had options. He didn’t have to hang around the one girl in the bar who wasn’t going to sleep with him.”

“I guess so,” Nat said, not sounding entirely convinced but wanting to trust me.

“Well if he is as great as you say, you’d better lock him down fast. Before he gets to know you and runs away screaming,” Rose smirked.

“Shut up,” I laughed, throwing my pen at her.

“I’m just saying,” she continued, laughing with me. She bent down to pick up my pen and handed it back to me. “A guy who looks like that and who is apparently a great guy? It’s a wonder he’s still single.”

“Yeah… He said he moves around a lot. That could have something to do with it,” I told them.

“Well tell us all about him!” Natalie encouraged. “I want to know what’s so great about him! And I want to be able to like him as much as you do.”

Rose snorted.

“I don’t think Emily wants you liking him as much as she does,” she said. I smirked.

“No, not really. Don’t get me wrong. I want you guys to like him. But if it comes down to it, I will absolutely fight you for him,” I said in the most serious tone I could manage. It only took a few seconds for me to break and for all of us to burst into laughter.

Once we’d all calmed down, Lauren picked the conversation back up.

“Seriously though, it sounds like you really like this guy. Normally you wouldn’t even think about making a joke like that. Especially for a guy you just met. So there must be some truth to it.”

I smiled and thought back on the couple hours I’d spent with Dean. I was already extremely interested in the man. And the thought of him deciding he didn’t like me after all and moving on to someone else made my stomach twist.

“I like him a lot,” I said to them.

“Ooh!” The three of them cheered together in a drawn out way, like we were middle school girls talking about crushes at a slumber party.

“You really need to tell us everything, then!” Nat said again.

We talked for a while. They grilled me for all the details on Dean and I asked them how the rest of their night went. Once they left, I took my now cold food back to the microwave. I finished eating and doing all the files, then headed back outside to clean the automatic waterers. We had three of them. One by one, I shut them off, drained the water, and scrubbed them clean.

I had more of the day left than I anticipated when I finished, so I decided to spend some time riding a couple horses. It never hurt to put an experienced rider on them for a refresher. I rode them through our trail pattern a couple of times before heading back to the outside edge of the arena. We worked on starts and stops and staying on the rail instead of straying towards the inside and cutting corners the way a lot of the horses were liable to do if no one corrected them.

Once I was done riding, I put away the cross ties, locked up the tack room, and then got the hose out to water down the arena. We usually relied on rain to keep the dust in check, but it had been a while since we’d had any so I needed to take care of it manually.

Once I’d covered the whole arena in a light layer of water – I didn’t want to get it too wet or we’d be riding in mud on Monday – I headed home to snuggle with Ziggy and enjoy the rest of my weekend.

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popentertainment-moviereviews · 11 months

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THE LITTLE MERMAID (2023)

Starring Halle Bailey, Jonah Hauer-King, Noma Dumezweni, Art Malik, Javier Bardem, Melissa McCarthy, Jessica Alexander, Martina Laird, Emily Coates, Christopher Fairbank, John Dagleish, Jude Akuwudike, Russell Balogh, Adrian Christopher, Lorena Andrea, Simone Ashley, Karolina Conchet, Sienna King, Kajsa Mohammar, Nathalie Sorrell, Jodi Benson and the voices of Daveed Diggs, Awkwafina and Jacob Tremblay.

Screenplay by David Magee.

Directed by Rob Marshall.

Distributed by Walt Disney Studios Motion Pictures. 135 minutes. Rated PG.

We are not going to debate whether or not there is any reason for Disney to film live action versions of pretty much every one of their classic animated films other than just as a way to make money.

That is just a given. Disney is raiding their own vaults to make longer, live-action versions of most of their classics. There have been over 20 in the last few decades. In fact, Peter Pan and Wendy came out mere weeks before this film. There are also two more planned for next year (Snow White and a Lion King sequel) and ten more in varying levels of development.

And, honestly, while most of these reboots are not as good as the films that inspired them, many of them have been pretty entertaining.

The good news is that The Little Mermaid is one of the better ones – as usual not as good as the animated version but getting decently close.

The original The Little Mermaid was the film that pretty much jump started the last classic wave of Disney animation, after about a two-decade dry spell of forgettable likes of The Rescuers, The Fox and the Hound, Pete’s Dragon, The Black Cauldron and Oliver & Company.

The Little Mermaid was the first film to include the music of Alan Mencken and Howard Ashman, who also did the music for the next two Disney Classics – Beauty and the Beast and Aladdin. (Ashman died of AIDS way too young while working on Aladdin.) Mermaid ended up including three tunes that became Disney standards (“Part of Your World,” “Under the Sea” and “Kiss the Girl.”)

It was also the one which returned the films coming out of the Disney Inking and Painting building to critical success. It also did fairly well as far as box office, but it wasn’t until Beauty and the Beast that the Disney films started becoming smash hits again. Following The Little Mermaid was an entire slate of classics: Beauty and the Beast (1991), Aladdin (1992), The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993), The Lion King (1994), Pocahontas (1995) and the debut of PIXAR computer animation with Toy Story (1995).

I’m not going to lie, I’m not as familiar with The Little Mermaid as I am with the likes of Beauty and the Beast and Aladdin. And, perhaps, that is why this film feels so close in quality to the original to me, because I am not as invested in the source as I was for those films. (The live action versions of Beast and Aladdin, while both great fun, were a bit of a disappointment compared to the real deal.)

However, the effects in The Little Mermaid are often stunning, the storyline hews fairly closely to the original (as far as I can remember), the music is wonderful (although “Kiss the Girl” may have been done a little too close to the vest) and the young, mostly unknown cast is impressive – particularly Halle Bailey as mermaid Ariel. Plus, Melissa McCarthy has loads of fun as the over-the-top, tentacled villainess Ursula.

What can I say? I really dug this new version of The Little Mermaid. In a world where IP is king, it's got gadgets and gizmos aplenty. It's got whosits and whatsits galore. You want thingamabobs? It’s got twenty.

Who could ask for more?

Jay S. Jacobs

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#The Little Mermaid #2023 #Movie Review #Halle Bailey #Melissa McCarthy #Jay S. Jacobs

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philipcharmont · 2 years

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the charmont family tree

past gen

the parents;;

hubert charmont ( nick hargrove / derek jacobi ) - the king who is trying his best to not only save his sons but keep his kingdom as well. feels he has let down his sons after the passing of their mother. he just wants what is best for them especially as his time on this earth draws to a close.

adele charmont (née friedrich) ( abigail cowen / bryce dallas howard ) - the queen with a fire burning in her soul that matched the hair atop her head. loved fiercely and was adored by all. she was truly a diamond. tragically passed away leaving behind three beautiful boys and a broken hearted king.

present gen

kit charmont ( richard madden / colin farrell ) - the eldest charmont son. future king of ulstead. the golden son who had far too much responsibility placed on his shoulders from a young age. his entire life has been given to his kingdom. but now does he listen to duty or follow his heart ?

florian charmont ( chace crawford / ewan mcgregor ) - the middle child. the rebel prince. he onced believed love and hope could save all until it couldn’t save the most important person to him. anger and resentment now lay within this lost prince but is it still possible to save him from the edge ?

philip charmont ( zac efron / james marsden ) - the youngest charmont. future king of ylisse. the prince who’s heart threatens to leap out of his chest and ride into the sunset. he’s on a mission to complete his hero’s quest but has learned that the journey to becoming a hero is not always the easiest.

aurora capulet ( phoebe dynevor / amanda seyfried ) - future queen of ylisse. the dreamer who still seems to be figuring out exactly who she is. she’s been hidden away from the world for so long she’s ready to discover it. happily ever always seemed guaranteed but when darkness and a curse linger over who will the ending ever some true ?

sorrel white ( park soo-young ( joy ) / seo yeji ) - the fairest of them all. her beauty and kindness made her a target to someone who was meant to care for her. now in a new city is she finally free from the wicked queen ?

next gen

william ‘ liam ’ charmont ( brenton thwaites ) - the oldest son of philip & aurora charmont.

seviathan ‘ seth ’ charmont ( jacob elordi ) - the middle child of philip & aurora charmont. older twin to rose.

rosalie charmont ( emily alyn lind ) - the youngest child of philip & aurora charmont. younger twin to seth.

arthur charmont ( josha stradowski ) - the oldest child of kit charmont. father to isolde charmont. older twin to vivienne.

vivienne ‘ viv ’ charmont ( florence pugh ) - the youngest child of kit charmont. younger twin to arthur.

cosima charmont ( adeline rudolph ) - the oldest child of florian & sorrel charmont.

basil charmont ( huening kai ) - the youngest child of florian & sorrel charmont.

#got in my charmont feels so i made this lmfao #* .・ fearless child broken boy; tell me what it’s like to burn » musings.#* .・ destined to last for a lifetime and beyond » aurora.#* .・ you save everyone but who saves you? » kit.#* .・ whatever you do you’re still my brother. » florian.#* .・ heavy is the head that wears the crown » liam.#* .・ under love's heavy burden do I sink » seth.#condolences to seth's four kids i didn't have room for u besties

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pkmn-downtheline · 2 years

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The Adventure Log page has been updated!

We actually did this last week, but I realized I forgot to post about it here! After years of this page being untouched, we've finally gone in and reworked it. For those who are unfamiliar with this page or are unsure of how it works, here's a quick rundown:

The purpose of each character having their own adventure log is to help us and readers keep track of how each character is doing as Down the Line is being published. That being said, each log contains the following:

A list of the characters' current Pokemon and their moveset.

Any significant items they are currently holding on to.

Their current goals and journey progress.

Small log notes to give you a look into what the characters are up to between chapters (especially rivals like Lizzie, Allie, and Amber who we don't see every chapter).

We've also decided to add adventure logs for Allie, Amber, Cade, and Sorrel. Although they haven't made official appearances in Down the Line yet, we thought it might be cool to have a look at what they're doing anyway since they're currently traveling! Younger characters like Nick, Emilie, and Louvel will get adventure logs once they set off on their journeys in the story (whenever that may happen lol).

With all of that out of the way, take a look at the updates to the page! It's the first of many updates we have coming to the blog in the coming weeks/months!

#pkmn fankids #news

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michigandrifter · 5 years

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Gunfight in Abilene 1967

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waltrp · 3 years

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WALT EVENT ; FRIDAY THE 13TH

the connotation that comes with friday the 13th is always one that comes with caution and fear. Magic is something that lives within the city of Elias. The good and bad don’t exactly live in harmony, especially as of late, but on this day the bad has seemed to outweigh the peace. the atmosphere felt different when everyone woke up today. something was off, they just didn’t know what. most brushed it off not feeding into the day but others, others questioned.

and boy were they right to.

it seemed as though elias had been cursed. well, cursed more so than it already was. the morning of friday the 13th everyone woke up with some sort of curse attached to them. They were right when they said friday the 13th was unlucky. For the next few days the citizens of elias will have to figure out how to either live with what they were given or find a way to break it.

will they find themselves lucky or unlucky ?

MR. UNLUCKY

i apologize for posting this at almost midnight !! but here’s a cute little ~somewhat spooky~ mini event before the big mamajama event unfolds. we’re saving the spookier events for october so hopefully y’all will enjoy this. under the cut you’ll find what each character has been cursed with these next few days. we spun a wheel folks, so some characters are cursed with the same thing. this event will run from today until monday !!

Barley: Curse of Boredom

Elizabeth: Can’t Speak

Francis: Can’t look at someone without flirting w/ them

Elsa: Can’t Stand Still

Freddy: Can’t be polite

Philip: Short-Term memory

Reagan: Curse to always be cold no matter what

Simba: Curse to only walk backwards

Wally: Curse of aging

Kiara: more & more impatient over time

Cassandra: Curse to only float

Vidia: unable to speak, unless it rhymes

Florian: Curse to forget the person they love

Anna: Can’t speak

Haven: Curse of opposite do/say opposite of what you want

Howl: unable to speak, unless in rhymes

Jim: only speak in geometric shapes

Logan: Curse to be invisible

Monty: Short-term memory

Jack: Only speak in geometric shapes

Sophie: Can’t speak

Fran: Curse of reverse aging young

Luca: Can’t be polite

Gracelyn: Curse to be invisible

Meg: Curse of liar’s tongue the character must only answer questions with lies

Orion: Can’t stay awake

Will: Curse of echoes must repeat themselves 3 time

Velma: Curse of Aging

Nuka: Curse to forget the person they love

Fred: unable to speak, unless it rhymes

Lilo: Can’t stand still

Vitani: Curse of truth the character must only answer questions with truths

Shaggy:more & more impatient over time

Daphne: speak in sing song

Mollie: Curse to only float

Rita: Can’t look at someone without flirting w/ them

Aurora: Can’t stay awake

Mael: Curse of the unlucky nothing goes right

Hercules: Curse of the unlucky nothing goes right

Sadie: Curse of the brown thumb all plants the character touches wither and die

Bechkham: Curse of truth the character must only answer questions with truths

Mavis: Travel everywhere by foot

Penelope: Curse of maladroitness the character becomes clumsy and prone to dropping things.

Dani: Curse to be invisible

Emily: Curse to forget the person they once loved

Georgie: Curse of reverse aging young

Bennett: Curse of the brown thumb all plants the character touches wither and die

Victor: Curse of aging

Sorrel: more & more impatient over time

Alejandro: Curse of maladroitness the character becomes clumsy and prone to dropping things.

Eugene: Curse to only walk in a straight line

Ian: Curse to only float

Nala: Curse to forget their own name

Hades: Short-term memory

Thackery: Can’t look at someone without flirting w/ them

#waevent

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alovesongshewrote · 3 years

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Rules: spell out your url using song titles and tag ten people!!

Tagged by @luvkorra thank you for the tag :DD

Animal by Chase Holfelder

Little Bird by The Weepies

Opheliac by Emilie Autumn

Verbatim by Mother Mother

Everybody Gets High (Acoustic) by MISSIO

Space Oddity by David Bowie

One Eye Open by Lola Blanc

No Children by Mountain Goats

Good Omens (Opening Theme) by David Arnold

Saint Bernard by Lincoln

Her Sweet Kiss from The Witcher

Est-ce que tu m'aimes by Maître Gims

What is A Youth by Nino Rota

Real Boy by Lola Blanc

Once Upon a December from Anastasia

Time of the Season by The Zombies

Emo Boy by Ayesha

Tagging:

@furblrwurblr @almachroma @einahpetsyarcip @sorrels-scribbling @dahliycia haha, rip you guys

You don’t have to do it if you don’t feel like it tho!!

#tags #most of these came from my writing playlist #fun fact

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shortqueershakespeare · 4 years

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Dear 16 year old me

Hi. You’ve just watched dodie’s 25 year old response to her video of 20 year old her talking to 25 year old her. You know you wrote a letter to yourself when you watched the original video, but you can’t find it, so fuck it.

Fuck, so much will happen between now and 21. You will have your heart broken more than once, in different ways, and it will fucking hurt every time, but you’ll be stronger each time too. You’ll come to be grateful for every single experience. You aren’t as petty now.

You use your stubbornness as fuel in the same way, but you know when it helps and when it hurts. Remember the big massive heartbreak you felt a year ago? Those friends still love you and will love you again. But you’ll feel like that again. You’re fucking strong though, You’ll get through it and you’ll be so goddamn proud.

If I’m remembering right, you’ve just celebrated a year with your boyfriend, the curtain is about to go up on your third show of your academic year, and you’re about to do your GCSEs. You’ll spend a lot of time with Ella pretending to revise Spanish. Cherish that time, it will be more important than you realise. Your run of the Crucible will be your last time acting for a while, and you’ll give some of the best performances of your life. You’ll make friends there that won’t ever hurt you and will be way more accepting than you expected. You’ll get drunk for the first time at your afterparty and it will take maybe 2 ciders till you feel it. You’ll love it. The adults will find it hilarious how quickly you kids get drunk and you will be so full of love. John, Emily, Peter and Joy will all move away soon. That’s gonna hurt. But it will be okay. You’re still in touch with them all, to varying degrees.

Your GCSEs don’t go as well as you want them to. That’s okay. It feels like a fucking disaster when it happens, but fuck knows you’ve earned things far more important than grades. You’ll have got through the worst of your panic attacks by now. They don’t go away completely, but by 21 they happen maybe 4 times a year rather than four times a day. You’ll fucking panic in a couple of weeks when you realise that you’ve made some terrible A-Level choices, but it’ll be alright, you’ll get to do French and get to go to Nantes two more times. Year 12 is a big and hard year in a lot of ways. You make friends, you lose friends. It changes your life and I don’t think you’ll ever find anyone who loves as hard as you and Ella do. You don’t really talk anymore, but you can still text her and know for certain she’s got your back. You can be proud of both of you. You’ll stage manage your first show next year, with Peter directing, and rehearsals on your birthday like always. You will be so proud and you’ll realise how suited you are to that role. You lose Smudge this year, and Daisy. I’m sorry. Poppy and Lottie will come along and they will be friendly and terrified and you will end up with a fence almost your damn height crisscrossing the living room. Daddy will move house and that house will become a home.

Year 13 might be the most life-changing year of your life to be honest. You finally, finally come out to people. You choose a name. You go on propranolol, end up with shitty side effects, and end up on Sertraline instead (it takes two more tries til you find something that works, but more on that later.) Your family all adjust to your new name and pronouns with relatively few slip ups. Your mum says she likes your name. Your dad says he’s proud of you. Your eldest sister tells you you’re brave. Your middle sister says she’s happy you can be yourself. Your youngest sister says she loves you no matter what. You apply to Cambridge, and Peter will even trust you to direct your first show in his stead in Year 13. You will be so so proud of your whole cast and crew. You will see how much you can do. You end up with a Cambridge interview the same day as opening night. It’s terrifying and a blur, and you’re so happy to be in the theatre. You cry when you realise Peter flew in from France to see the show. You cry again when the lifts go without a hitch and Regan pulls hers off flawlessly. You’re openly sobbing when they take their bows, on your feet clapping.

Christ this year only gets harder. You got that Cambridge offer and an E in your Classics mock (yikes). At the start of April you’ll get broken up with and you will feel like you’ll never be whole again. Let it hurt. You only get your first love once. Yours lasted three years and it was wonderful and sweet and god losing it hurts so bad. You will be so angry with him. You will undervalue yourself. In time, you’ll realise he made the right call. Til then, you’ll spent two weeks feeling that heartbreak and not knowing what to do. Ning will take you to London to distract you. You’ll realise how much she loves you. Ella will see you heartbroken and curse his name and hold you tight until your sobs subside.

You’ll use your anger and sadness and work harder than you’ve ever worked. You’ll come out to so many people, and put so much effort into becoming yourself. It will be so fucking worth it. You meet Alex and Dan for the first time. You’ll meet Lorcan and he’ll join you at your first prides. You’ll love yourself. You get into Cambridge. You get a new bunny called Teddy and he loves you so much and your heart breaks at the idea of leaving him.

You start your first year and fall in love again. Be careful. That relationship will run its course. Make sure you notice when it does. You make friends, you start fresh as you. Few people slip up on your name and pronouns, and when they do it throws you. You go to your first trans day of remembrance service. There are so many names. You grieve as a community. You see Hamilton this year. It’s incredible. You have two more med mishaps, a suicide attempt, and you fail half your exams. It fucking hurts. You survive. It gets better.

The next year rolls around, and its better, and then its worse. You fall in love again, with the wrong person. You wish it was the right person. He means so much to you. Be patient. You’ll realise that being alone is healthier than anything you’re imagining for yourself. You take a break from uni in this time. You finally get your first GIC appointment. You change your name. Your life is moving forward. You have a German passport. You have a male driving license. You have a lot to learn.

You break two people’s hearts and someone else breaks yours. It hurts a lot. You share your heartbreak. You start hormones. You make friends. You love as hard as ever. You finally, finally, begin to settle mental health wise. It’s hard. Then life comes at you like a brick. The start of 2020 sucks more than you can imagine. You spend the new year on a mattress in Grandma’s living room. You’re grateful she’s recovering. Grandpa dies. Poppy dies. You don’t know what to do. You hold yourself together because you have to. Because your whole family is doing the same. You go back hom and you fall apart. You get through the term. It hurts. It gets better. You look forward to staying over the holiday, spending time with friends and spending time with yourself.

Then a global fucking pandemic hits. No, I’m not joking. You pack in a panic and you go home, except you don’t go to Balmoral Road. Teddy is at grandma’s and so is mama and it feels so horrible and heartbreaking but you start dealing with it. You move to Sorrel Cottage. You are grateful for the sun and your family and skype and pokemon and animal crossing and a puppy and literature and being alive.

You begin to have noticeable facial hair. Your voice has dropped. I don’t know what comes next. Now, more than ever, the future is uncertain. But I know you can do it. I know 26 year old you will be proud. Good luck, past me, you’ll do just fine.

#Me to me #dear 16 year old me #writing #depression

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skippyv20 · 5 years

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What Meghan Markle's Handwriting Can Tell Us About Her Personality

A forensic handwriting examiner takes a look at her signature.

CAROLINE HALLEMANN

MAR 27, 2018

When Meghan Markle was just starting out in Hollywood, she earned extra money by doing calligraphy. She even did the invitations for Robin Thicke and Paula Patton’s wedding. But Markle’s beautiful handwriting can reveal more about soon-to-be-royal than just a former side-hustle.

We spoke with Sheila Lowe, a court-qualified forensic handwriting examiner, about what Markle’s penmanship can tell us about her personality.

First, Lowe compared two of Markle’s signatures: the one pictured above, from an AOL event in March of 2016, and a visitors book signed by both Prince Harry and Meghan Markle during their trip to Belfast in March of 2018 (below) using a practice called Gestalt graphology, meaning she analyzed the spatial arrangement of letters, what those letters look like (the equivalent of font), and the writing movement, which includes things like rhythm and speed.

Lowe noticed a significant difference. “There was a change in the two signatures, and what the change shows is there’s a greater need for privacy in the second one, which makes perfect sense,” Lowe says. “She’s living under a microscope.”

“And, of course, she just used her first name, the same as Prince Harry does,” Lowe continues. “That allies her with him.”

Handwriting can change depending on both life experience and mood, Lowe explained. “It reflects who you are in the moment.” But signatures don’t tell the whole story. “A signature by itself is your public image. It’s what you want the world to know about you,” Lowe says.

“I always use the example it’s like looking at a photograph of somebody’s nose and nothing else. You can tell a little bit about them, but without the context of the whole face, your information is very limited.”

So, Lowe also examined a note written by Markle to one of her biggest fans in March of 2016 to see what a larger sample of handwriting could tell her about the future royal.

@gelserougi2 pic.twitter.com/5ocShfMViP

— emily sorrells (@dinosorrells) March 20, 2016

“It’s a writing that’s full of contradictions,” Lowe concluded of the penmanship in the note. “And it’s a little harder to analyze because it’s not a natural writing.”

Markle’s training in calligraphy makes her handwriting difficult to decipher. “It’s like wearing a mask,” Lowe says of the stylized writing. That said, it still reveals several personality traits to a trained eye like Lowe’s.

“Someone who uses a very stylized form of writing is concerned about the way things look. She wants to show the world a very particular, beautiful image. She wants to be perfect really,” Lowe says, describing the note.

It’s a writing that’s full of contradictions… She’s very people oriented but she’s a little shy.

“She’s insecure and her public image covers that up. She has strong emotions but she works really hard to control them,” she continues. “Those arched strokes that come back over the words in this particular writing are like a symbol of protecting the ego. She’s very people oriented but she’s a little shy so she has to push herself.”

And as for her future in the Royal family, Markle will fit right in.

“I would say that she’s comfortable in the spotlight even given the shyness, she wants to be in the center of things, and she takes life seriously,” Lowe says.

“She has a degree of formality and a love of beautiful things, so the palace is the right environment for that.”

https://www.townandcountrymag.com/society/tradition/a19601516/meghan-markle-handwriting-analysis/

ps.

I just notice that she changed her signature so many times.

2009

2011

This is from her divorce paper 2013

This is just recently Omid Scobie presented her signature..

It seems like her face in cover magazine changed over time, her signatures also changed over time. Does she has multiple personality disorder??

Psycho?😁❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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manontrashbeak · 5 years

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Chosen (KayaxThea)

“The heir is picking her coven today.”

“I heard she already did.”

“Well, we know who her Second will be.”

“The green-eyed twins and two Shadows for sure, probably her cousins.”

“But who else?”

“Probably Sorrel, no matter how stupid she is, she can fight.”

Thea has never heard her peers so nervous. She didn’t partake in the discussion knowing she had no hope of being one of Manon Blackbeak’s sentinels. Her mother, dead now, was a maid, which decided Thea’s destiny of being a low-ranking sentinel, spending her time washing dishes. She would be sorted into a coven but only be with them in times of war, otherwise she would be in the Keep, working for the upper ranks.

Walking out of the witchlings part of the Keep, she heads toward her shift in the kitchens. She didn’t know the big deal of being in a coven, sharing your entire life with twelve other witches. She never would.

“Your late,” the head witch of the kitchen, her aunt, says as she walks in. Her aunt was her main source of family, and she raised her after her mother’s soft heart had been ripped from her chest.

“Sorry, the other witchlings were gathered in circles.”

“Aw, yes, I heard the heir is choosing today,” her aunt says while cutting carrots. She looks over to her and says, “Your not expecting to be picked, right? Don’t get your hopes up for something that will never happen.”

Her aunt didn’t say it to be mean, or cruel, but to make sure she truly wouldn’t be let down if a nobody witch wasn’t chosen. “Don’t worry, I have no want or need to be in the heir’s coven. Seems like a lot of work,” she smiles at her aunt who smiles back. Her aunt hadn’t raised her like the others, but than again, none of the working witches were quite like the other Blackbeaks. They smiled and laughed and were family for the most part, bonding over the snobby upper-ranks. Her mother just laughed at the wrong time and was killed the next day.

“Would you believe that the heir is really old enough to be choosing?”

“I feel like she was just running around, white hair unbound.”

Thea took up cutting the other vegetables with her aunt and listened to the older witches talk about the heir. Manon Blackbeak, granddaughter of the High Witch, and future heir of the Blackbeak Clan, was beautiful and cruel and... something else. Thea had never spoken to her, keeping with the other low ranks, but she was in her age group. She was raised not with her, but by her. She’d seen her coming back with her first broom and just a few weeks ago with a Crochan heart and a red cloak on. She’d prepared herself for the inevitable crunching sound of her peers heart being ripped out for wearing their eternal enemies color, but it did not come.

Thea starts a mental list of who will be apart of the heirs coven. Asterin and Sorrel for sure. They were the ones she spoke to the most. The demon twins, as most called them, probably for their cunning and terrifying personalities. Her other cousins trained since birth to hide in the shadows. Lin, or Linnea, for her ability to rip a witches face off. The rest was up for debate. Vesta and Asterin were what seemed like friends and had similar personalities so her cousin might choose Vesta as a Fourth.

Thea got to washing the mornings dishes when a certain blonde walked in. Not Asterin, but someone worse. Kaya Blackbeak was terrifying to Thea in a different way, but still a way that could end in her dying, whether that be hyperventilating or chest problems. Thea Blackbeak wasn’t like her other peers in the way that they were so excited for their first outing that resulted in the initial fucking and ripping out of the male’s heart, as was tradition for a Ironteeth’s sixteenth birthday. She was always interested in only one witch. A witch who seemed to be more excited for her sixteenth birthday than anyone else.

Kaya could very well be added to the list of potential coven members for the heir’s coven. Strong, smart, very good at flirting her way to information made her a perfect coven member. Her grandmother was also a member of the Matron’s, which made it very likely Kaya would be untouchable.

Not that she already wasn’t.

“Lady, how may we help you?” Thea cringed as her aunt addressed Kaya. Thea kept her head down, making sure to not draw attention to herself in anyway.

Don’t embarrass yourself. Don’t embarrass yourself. Don’t-

“I was just wondering if y’all needed some help down here. It’s so busy in my quarters. I figured I could help come down here to get away from it,” Kaya answers, her voice as bubbly as ever.

“My niece knows all about that. Why don’t you help her with the dishes, she’s your age.”

Shit.

Thea tenses as she feels Kaya walking towards her. She tries to keep her shaking hands in the water until the trembling stops, but Kaya offers to rinse and dry once next to her. She’s going to kill her aunt.

“Can you believe we’ll be getting our covens soon? I’m so excited, aren’t you? Who knows maybe we’ll be able to get our land assignments soon-“

“I won’t, but I’m sure you’ll have plenty of Crochans to hunt,” Thea winces as the comment comes out. As nervous as the witch beside her makes her feel, the annoyance and anger towards the life she’ll never have overpowers that. She’s just so tired of washing dishes while she silently looks on at her peers planning their exciting lives.

“What do you mean?” Kaya tilts her head.

“I’m a maid witch. I’ll be a coven, but will be held within the confines of the Keep unless war calls,” Thea recites the familiar phrase in monotonous voice hoping she sounds as quiet as she feels. She feels small again, as if her life was meaningless compared to the lives of those above her. How did Kaya not know about the witches who served her? Did the uppers not think about who kept their rooms dusted while they were away?

“Oh... well, I’m sure you’ll be able to leave sometimes,” Kaya says keeping on with the dishes. Thea keeps her mouth shut knowing the reality of her future. She puts her head back down and keeps working, letting the noise of the kitchen block out her mental struggle.

“Kaya, training. Five minutes,” Decima, the head trainer, says from the doorway. Thea looks back as well noticing the sneer on Decima’s face as she looks around the kitchen. Thea has always hated her trainer, not only for her elitist outlook, but for the way she treats Thea and her familiars. Just thinking about it makes Thea want to use the very close carving knives on her.

“Be right up,” Kaya smiles and turns back to the sink setting down her last plate. She then turns to Thea with the most incredible smile.

Shit.

“I’ll see you at the coven elections later, yeah?” And then turns away as quickly as Thea’s nodding. She turns back toward the soapy water and smiles. The smile drops when she realizes that that might be the only and last time she will ever speak to Kaya.

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Witches and witchlings fill the main hall right before dinner. Thea is standing towards the back with two of the other servant witches. She just hopes that they might be put in the same coven. Her friends, Renee and Meagan, are the only true friends of her age group she has. Luckily, they are all unlucky enough to be born in the wrong side of the caste system. They are in it together as they have always been.

“Shut it! Alright, now that everyone is quiet, let’s get this started,” Decima is standing on the raised platform. Thea can see the Matron and heir standing to the side. It looks like they are arguing which, knowing the Matron, isn’t abnormal. Decima looks over at them and Manon Blackbeak walks towards the center of the stage. The Matron is smiling and looking at her granddaughter with to much satisfaction. Whatever their argument was, Manon did not win it.

“My Second, will be my cousin, Asterin.”

What a surprise.

“My Third is Sorrel Blackbeak, my Fourth Vesta,” Manon continues. Thea can hear some outraged whispers at the mention of Sorrel’s name. Thea looks over at the table which is the source of the whispers. The trinity of snobby cunts, Emily, Jailyn, and Jarrette, that have made many witch’s lives unbearable, including Thea’s. Manon and Asterin might be bitches, but they aren’t bullies. Their attacks are calculated and deserved. The trinity go around and hurt their fellow witches for the fun of it. It seems they expected a place among the Heir’s coven.

“My Fifth is Lin, and from there, I will be having Ghislaine, Fallon and Faline, Imogen, Edda and Briar, Kaya,” Thea can feel her heart drop at the mention of Kaya’s name. She’ll never be able to speak to her again.

“And finally, my last member will be,” Manon looks towards her grandmother, “Thea Blackbeak.”

Every witch in the cavernous room look towards her. Thea is still just standing there while trying to figure out if this is some cruel joke. She stops looking at the witches closest to her and looks to the ones farthest away. Manon Blackbeak, Heir to her clan, is standing there staring at her expectantly. Thea looks over the faces of the newly made coven and sees them all blank-faced, bored. Except one. Kaya. She’s smiling as wide as she was earlier. Wider even.

Thea starts walking and the crowd parts for her. She has never had this many eyes on her, she’s invisible, she always has been and that’s the way she wanted to stay. Thea just keeps walking hoping not to trip over herself. The closer she gets the more she can see of her group mates face’s. And the Matron’s. She’s fuming, and not just at Manon, but at her as well. Her mother’s death flashes across her vision.

She reaches the stage, and Imogen leans down to give her a hand up. Thea just stares at it until Imogen shifts it a little to get her attention. She gets pulled up and stood in between Imogen and Fallon. The demon twins look over at her and grin. The grin is devious and friendly and terrifying. A sister’s grin. A shiver runs down her spine, and she looks back out at her clan. And smiles as well.

~~~~

What the fuck just happened?

Thea is sitting at a table at the front of the room. The Heir’s table. She’s been sitting here for the past half hour staring at her dinner. In the first five minutes, food started coming out, and when she stood to help, Sorrel put a hand on her arm to sit her back down. The twins laugh at her and tell her to learn her place. She’s heard those words before, but she was being put back down not being raised up. After that, when the plates are taken, she jerks when an arm comes around her, effectively knocking her silverware off and onto the floor. The tables around go quiet and stare.

She hears silence again and wonders what else she did to embarrass herself. She looks up and sees her new coven staring back at her.

“I apologize, what do you need?” The words come out on instinct, and they all raise their eyebrows.

“We asked what your specialty was,” Asterin says with a smile on her face.

“Well, I can cook about anything, and I can see-“

“No, we meant your weapon, or maybe, spying? What did you train in?” Sorrel explains. Thea feels blue rushing to her face and the twins laugh again.

“I’m good with a bow and throwing knives, but I wasn’t trained as-“

“You’re flexible and know how to blend in. You’re not just good with a bow, but great, and as a serving witch you know how to go unnoticed as well as how to interact with a lot of witches all the time,” Manon says from the middle of the table. All the witches look towards her, but she’s only looking at Thea. Thea stares back. She never noticed the Heir watching her, but clearly she has.

“You’re also really good at doing the dishes,” She hears Kaya say, and the others laugh. Thea looks at Kaya and smiles. She’ll be with her a lot. Maybe more than she ever thought possible in twelve lifetimes.

“Good, so none of us have to do them,” Edda, a Shadow, says. The others laugh again and this time so does Thea. It’ll take time, but in some span, she’ll feel like she belongs with them.

~~~~

“Hello,” Thea drops the shirt she was folding and spins. She relaxes when she sees none other than Kaya Blackbeak standing in her doorway. She’s never seen a highborn down here and is terrified of what she might of overheard. Servants tend to say the meanest things about their overlords when in their safe space.

“I didn’t mean to startle you. I came to see if you wanted any help moving.”

Yes, she would need help. The servantes quarters are three flights underground, and she had to move her entire life to the top floor. But she was not going to use Kaya’s help.

“No, it’s fine. I can handle it,” She says, and Kaya proceeds to look around with a quirked mouth.

“Sure,” Kaya says. She grabs the shirt Thea dropped on the floor and stands up. This close Thea notices that Kaya isn’t actually the same height, but half an inch shorter. “Here.”

Thea reaches for the shirt, but Kaya doesn’t let go. She pulls her closer. Thea doesn’t quite know what to do, and she flashes back to this morning at the sink. She was chanting “shit” in her head, but she now realizes she had no reason to be freaking out then because it is nothing close to this. She can feel her breath on her cheeks, hear Kaya’s heart speed up, see the slightly different angle of her brow.

Shit.

“Why is it you never spoke to me, only looked at me across the room? Why did you always look away when I tried to catch your eye?” Kaya whispers against her lips. Thea opens her mouth to reply, but she can’t. She doesn’t know how to answer any of that without demeaning herself. “Tell me.”

“I never knew you noticed me, let alone wanted me to talk to you,” Thea admits. Kaya smiles and shakes her head making their noses brush. Kaya notices and smiles, doing it again.

“All I wanted you to do was talk to me. And do something else with your mouth,” Kaya’s mouth grows wider as Thea blushes. So Thea does something she’d never do just to wipe that smile off Kaya’s face.

She kisses her.

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Idk why the spacing is so weird but this got finished bc someone actually wanted to read it so here you go. It’s unedited and short but I’m impatient. @theilliumbluebell10 (you asked for this) @rufousnmacska (and you liked the post so and I figured you’d enjoy this) @firedancer34 (idk if this is your username on here on Ao3 it says it is and figured you might like this)

#throne of glass #manon blackbeak #manorian #dorian havilliard #tog #crochan witches #asterin blackbeak #elide lochan #ironteeth witches #rowaelin #kayaxthea

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33, 52, 75, 89, 91, 92

Sorry I’m replying a bit late!! For context for other people I said that it’s okay if you just send a number with no character and I’ll answer it for the main 4 (And any others I may have something to say about) so they may be a bit shorter since its for four characters! Anyway it’s a bit long so I’ll do it under the cut so I don’t clog people’s dashes

33. What is their biggest fear? How would they react to having to face it?

Amary: The inability to live up to certain expectations, as in, failing as a queen. And the truth of the matter is she has to face failure and she has to face becoming a queen someday, but I don’t know if she could handle both at once. She needs practice with failure, and she needs to grow into her own person before she’s ready to become a queen. That’s a big part of her arc really.

Rue: I think she’s just afraid of hurting people she cares about, and with her background it makes sense, if she were to hurt someone she cared about in a major way she’d probably react by running away from it and isolating, she wouldn’t think of apologizing because she’d think she’s beyond redemption.

Aloe: This one is the easiest because it’s actually something brought to the forefront with him. He’s afraid of death, but not his own. The idea that people close to him could die at any moment is a side-effect of having a mother that goes on life threatening missions often, and it manifested in OCD issues. That being said though… He’s probably the strongest out of the main four in this regard, even if he was left broken he could piece himself back together.

Sorrel: Unlike the other three his fear is less abstract, it’s concrete and physical. He’s just afraid of his dad, he’s afraid of confronting him specifically. And unlike the other three it’s not something he has the option of not thinking about, he has to! He has to confront it daily! And obviously something like that leads to a lot of issues down the road, it’s a lot to unpack.

52. What is their body type? Are they muscular, chubby, skinny, etc?

Amary: Freshmen year Amary is like five foot nothing and super dainty, the intent is mostly to make her look like she’s taking up as little space as possible. Senior year Amary is taller, she’s less of a twig but she’s still pretty lanky.

Rue: Freshmen year Rue is short, but taller than Amary, she’s chubby and combined with her height it makes her kind of.. Stout? I’m not sure if that’s the right word or if I’m just thinking of the teapot rhyme. Unlike the rest though she doesn’t get to much taller, a couple inches maybe but by Senior year the high difference is reversed.

Aloe: Freshmen year Aloe is taller than Rue and on the chubby side but unlike Rue he’s got a bit of a more square build. Senior year Aloe is the tallest of the main four (or maybe tied with Amary), and as the only one out of the them to use an actual weapon instead of magic for combat he gains a bit of muscle too. That plus some sort of implied magic top surgery by junior year.

Sorrel: Freshmen year Sorrel is the tallest out of the main four but still pretty scrawny and scrappy looking. Senior year Sorrel only gets a couple inches taller, like Rue, and like Aloe he does look visibly stronger, taking after his sister a bit. Not as much though since his main focus is speed.

75. If given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

Amary: A bunch of little doodles probably, none of them really all that great but she’s just trying to kill time not end up in the fantasy MoMA

Rue: Paper airplane, that was she can throw it around as much as she wants until it gets old after the 5th time

Aloe: I mean… Now is a good a time as any to do homework I guess. He’s gotta do it anyway.

Sorrel: Cover it in The S

89. What is their D&D alignment?

I’m not a pro at D&D alignments here so I’m just giving my best approximation lol

Amary: Lawful good at first until she evolves into a chaotic good by the end

Rue: Chaotic neutral at first and chaotic good by the end, really they just find a middle ground

Aloe: Lawful good but unlike Amary he stands by it (But he does go through a bit of a lawful neutral phase at some point)

Sorrel: Kind of a neutral good, I think he’s a bit of a mediator for the group in that aspect

92. Describe them as a John Mulaney gif.

I’m too lazy to get gifs so I’ll just say the quote… Also I’m skipping 91 because I cannot find good tweets… Maybe some other time u_u sorry but to make up for that ill just do the whole class for this one and Aster+Reed

Amary: I listen to everything my girlfriend says. I don’t mean she bosses me around, I just listen to everything she says because before I had a girlfriend, I never had someone who’s always standing next to me who can just point out obvious things that are happening.

Rue: I bet you part of the reason goths are so miserable is they wake up every morning and think, “Oh god, I gotta put all that shit back on. Why did I join?”

Aloe: My mommy, so shut the fuck up!

Sorrel: If you’re an adult male that sees no flaws in your father you’re an insane person.

Carnation: Just you raising your hand and being like, “I think Emily Dickinson’s a lesbian.” And they’re like, “Partial credit.”

Pine: You spend most of your day telling a robot that you’re not a robot. Think about that for two minutes and tell me you don’t want to walk into the ocean.

Geran: I’ll just keep all my emotions right here (Points to heart) and then one day, I’ll die.

Fennel: I thought it was a little too dramatic. I didn’t need the whole little brother dying thing.

Musk: It’s wrong to make fun of people, you know, but it’s so fun sometimes.

Gallica: Hmm, we’re not so different, you and I. You have your law practice, and me, I have all these fucking markers.

Protea: I don’t know how to lightly make fun of people, I can’t be like “Oh, look at your shirt!” I have to be like “Your wife left you.”

Daisy: [Pepper] is my best friend in the world. I give her a million kisses a day. She does not like me, and barks at me and bites me all day long.

Maggie: Everyone get outta my way, I just wanna sit here and feed my birds.

Tam: Well… you know how I’m filled with rage? (nods knowingly)

Holly: I need everybody, all day long, to like me so much.

Hyacinth: No one look at me or I’ll kill myself!

Aster: “Yeah, I don’t wanna work!” And I was like, “You know the kids don’t wanna work either” and she was like (closes eyes and slurs) “Good!” (pantomimes taking a shot)

Reed: And then, he ordered one black coffee for himself. And kept driving.

#jdphobe #answered #finn's ocs

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