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Gideon, Harrow, and "Wedding Vows"

i frequently see the interpretation that this:

"The land that shall receive thee dying, in the same will I die: and there will I be buried. The Lord do so and so to me, and add more also, if aught but death part me and thee," said Gideon. (GtN 438)

plus this:

"If I forget you, let my right hand be forgotten," her mouth was saying. "Add more also, if aught but death part me and thee." And, unsteadily: "Griddle." (HtN 360)

plus this:

It didn't even matter when Kiriona said, "Sure, Cam. Marry a moron, then die. I get the urge." (NtN 372)

equals Gideon and Harrow are married! crying face emoji!

i'm not disparaging that interpretation, i think it's valid and has some basis in the text, and even if it wasn't/didn't, i think fans should have all the fun they want. but for me, it doesn't fully capture the complexity of what Gideon and Harrow are to each other, and i want to explore a slightly less straightforward reading.

Catholic weddings, vows, and Ruth under the cut ;)

Gideon and Ninth House traditions

let's start with Gideon quoting Ruth. i've seen folks repeating the idea that this is a wedding vow. it's more accurate to say that this is a verse often used as a wedding vow, in other denominations of Christianity, and secularly as well. but in a (traditional) Catholic wedding, the couple can't write or choose their own vows--the Celebration of Matrimony has specific text, with one or two variations, that is always used.

now, we haven't seen a Ninth House marriage ceremony. if we do see such a thing in AtN and discover that Ruth 1:17 is part of that tradition, i will cry a million happy queer tears about it. but i think it's somewhat likely that Gideon has never even seen a Ninth House wedding, given how small and trending elderly the population is, and that we know no couples in her lifetime have had kids other than the Reverend Parents.

what i'm getting at here is that this quotation from Ruth doesn't seem, to me, to represent something that's religiously or traditionally binding in Ninth House culture. it uses some similar language to Catholic marriage vows, "until death do us part" etc, but i don't think these are words that make them married in the eyes of the Ninth or the Houses at large, i think these are words Gideon has chosen as a specific expression of her devotion. and where does she get them from, if not some Ninth House ceremony or scripture?

well, this is a slightly longer stretch, but at the point in the story when Gideon says this, she's already dead. Harrow has begun to absorb her--and thanks to "The Unwanted Guest," we know that souls are porous, permeable, and rub off on each other when they're in contact. Gideon's soul is at this moment being integrated into Harrow's; Harrow has certainly read all kinds of books on the Ninth ranging from usual to totally heretical, some of them probably extremely old, and it's not unreasonable to think writings from before the Resurrection might have been copied and recopied into something Harrow could access. And speaking of soul permeability, Harrow's had Alecto's soul clinging onto hers for seven years, and Alecto's soul is in intimate contact with John's soul--there are so many ways for this bit of scripture to make its way into Gideon's non-corporeal mouth. the STI (Soulfully Transmitted Infection) of biblical knowledge.

Ruth in context

now let's talk a little about Ruth, the book of the Bible and also the character of the Bible, and Naomi, who she is swearing her devotion to. tl;dr, Naomi and her husband and two grown sons are Israelites who immigrate to Moab, a "pagan" nation, to escape famine. Naomi's two sons marry Moabite women; then the sons both die, as does Naomi's husband. Naomi, having lost everything, decides to return home where she'll be penniless and have a bad life but at least she'll be among her people; she tells her two daughters-in-law to go back to their families. One of them goes.

The other, Ruth, refuses, and swears beautiful devotion to Naomi, as we've heard Gideon quote: "She answered: Be not against me, to desire that I should leave thee and depart: for whithersoever thou shalt go, I will go: and where thou shalt dwell, I also will dwell. Thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God. The land that shall receive thee dying, in the same will I die: and there will I be buried. The Lord do so and so to me, and add more also, if aught but death part me and thee."

in a biblical context, this has nothing to do with a wedding vow. Ruth is promising to leave the comfort of her own people, religion, and homeland to stay with her mother-in-law Naomi, even though the connection they had (Naomi's son, Ruth's husband) is gone, and all they have to look forward to is a terrible life of grief and bitterness. this is frequently interpreted as a parallel to Jesus, who (in the religious perspective) made the sacrifice of leaving his place with God and becoming human out of devotion to humanity, in order to live and suffer and redeem us. woof, this is giving me flashbacks to CCD.

of course, many Christians resist interpreting what passes between Ruth and Naomi as resembling a wedding vow for homophobic reasons too--making it about Jesus is a way to make it less queer--but i think the point still stands that this is a more complicated, and less marriage-related, expression of love than it seems taken on its own.

Harrow's lamentation

when Harrow later echoes it back, she conflates it with a different biblical quotation: "On the willows in the midst thereof we hung up our instruments. For there they that led us into captivity required of us the words of songs. And they that carried us away, said: Sing ye to us a hymn of the songs of Sion. How shall we sing the song of the Lord in a strange land? If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand be forgotten. Let my tongue cleave to my jaws, if I do not remember thee: If I make not Jerusalem the beginning of my joy."

it's a lament, an expression of mourning, a longing for home from someone who has been forcibly removed from it. when combined with the Ruth quotation, in which Ruth is giving up her home in her devotion, this really reads to me as both Harrow's grief, immediate and overpowering, and a realization that Gideon is her home, and failing to acknowledge that is as disabling as the loss of a hand or of the power of speech. Gideon is the beginning of her joy, and Harrow is, in this moment, putting Gideon above the Ninth House in her devotion. above Alecto. above everything.

and again, i'm not saying all of that can't be about marriage, but it's about a relationship much more complicated than marriage can encompass in the context House cultural norms.

Kiriona Gaia, saddest girl

this brings me to Kiriona, and "marry a moron, then die." consider the context of this, and the tone. Kiriona's deeply, deeply hurt. the saddest girl in the universe. she died for Harrow, avowed her devotion to Harrow, and then (from her perspective) was rejected; buried; excised from Harrow's brain and then from her body. Kiriona, as she did when she was Gideon, covers her emotions with humor and sarcasm. i suspect she's even less able to handle being vulnerable as Kiriona than she ever was before. she's making light of Canaan House and what happened there, and it's only in sarcastically downplaying what she's been through that she recounts her relationship to Harrow as a marriage--something she has almost no positive examples of, something that is in her experience frequently political and joyless. also notably, she frames it as a marriage that occurred before she died.

Their actual vow

what Gideon (and Kiriona) really wants--she tells us over and over again--is to be a true cavalier.

and what does Gideon's ghost repeat right before she devastates us with Ruth 1:17?

"One flesh, one end," said Gideon, and it was a murmur now, on the very edge of hearing. Harrow said, "Don't leave me." (GtN 438)

it's taken me a dozen paragraphs just to propose that this is their vow. "One flesh, one end" are the actual words that need to be spoken, in Gideon and Harrow's cultural context, to bring them into an official union with each other; a union that is arguably more fundamental in the Houses, and certainly more complicated, than a marriage. a union Gideon specifically wants, and has seen in action.

in the pool, they vow to each other as cavalier and necromancer. in the moments before Gideon's death, she forgives Harrow again, and exposes her heart: "'You know I only care about you,' she said in a brokenhearted rush" (GtN 430). then she repeats their oath again, acknowledges the pain she's about to cause for Harrow, and rededicates herself to the Ninth--a place she never really belonged, Harrow's home and people more than her own, as Ruth dedicated herself to Naomi's home and people. Gideon "married" her moron in the pool, and now she dies to fulfill that vow.

and as we saw above, after Gideon's death, she reminds Harrow again of their union--of its importance, of how she's fulfilling what she has interpreted to be her whole purpose as a cavalier--and it's in response to Harrow's "don't leave me" that Gideon offers a final reassurance of her devotion. in her mind, this sacrifice is its ultimate expression, the most inextricable and undeniable union two people can achieve.

Gideon believes she'll be part of Harrow forever.

#the locked tomb #the locked tomb meta #i stayed up way too late last night writing this

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lionbearfox · 4 months

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i had a moment

#my art #genshin impact #nahida #umm happy nahida rerun everybody #started this at 11:30 last night in a haze and stayed up way too late working on it #and now i have a headache #but. worth it #id in alt #haha wow tumblr SLAUGHTERED the quality on this one #i will try to fix that later

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creaturefeaster · 10 months

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hey what the hell

#i turned on my tablet and saw this #i have no recollection of drawing this but i must have done it in a half sleep state #i stayed up way too late last night lmao #either way idk why i drew this #and apparently i was really into the particle tool #look at all that grain.....#brambleramble

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lilyoffandoms · 5 months

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Kieran

For Day Eight of the @choicesjanuary2024 challenge (One-Word Prompt: Aurora).

Kieran, but let’s do away with some of those Eurocentric features PB loves so much and let’s give him some makeup like they gave Radiance, and the wavy locs they gave blk!f!Kieran but in keeping with blk!m!Kieran’s hair style.

My Art Ish Thing Tag: @storyofmychoices

#choicesjanuary #choicesjanuary2024 #my art ish thing #i polish nothing #in game refs used #other refs used #multiple refs used #i don’t accept criticism or negative feedback #unless we are friends #for the rest of ya i’ll ask if i want it #i stayed up way too late last night trying to make that stupid necklace thing and make up look decent #i gave up haha

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starlitangels · 1 year

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Letters

Have some sweeter fluff as an apology for yesterday’s pain. Forgive me? 2.4k words

(I’ve been imagining the ship as an impossible combination of the starship Enterprise, the Serenity from Firefly, and a pirate galleon so... yeah that’s why descriptions of the ship I write probably don’t make any sense)

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“Devlin, can I borrow these?” I asked, hefting two tablets up into my arms.

“Of course. What are you going to use them for?”

“I’d… rather… not say. But nothing bad, I promise.”

Devlin scrunched his eyebrows. “Alright…”

I smiled. “Thanks. I’ll come back up to the bridge in a bit.” I moved to leave—and paused in the doorframe. “By the way… have you seen Albus?”

Devlin glanced at the ceiling with fluttering eyelids and gestured vaguely. “He’s probably doing something I’m going to have to patch up later. Last I saw him, he was in the canteen doing a handstand against the wall.”

“… Huh. Alright,” I said.

“Why?”

“When I haven’t seen or heard from him in a couple hours I get worried that he’s doing something he shouldn’t.”

“You and me both, sister,” Devlin said, sounding tired.

I sighed. “Hey, why don’t you put the ship on auto-pilot for a while and go get some rest?”

He shook his head. “I can’t. I have too much to do.”

I raised a brow and narrowed my eyes in a stern glare. “Devlin York,” I warned. He whipped his head to look at me, looking a bit startled. “Promise me you’ll take a break and get some rest.”

He blinked rapidly. “I… I will.”

I smiled with self-satisfaction. “Good! See you later!” I strode off the bridge.

Wandering the ship, I peered into every room in passing, looking for Albus. The tablets were meant to be carried by crew members and weren’t particularly big or heavy—but two stacked on top of each other were a bit unwieldy. They kept trying to slide against each other and fall out of my arms.

I finally found Albus where Devlin said he’d been—in the canteen. But instead of doing a handstand against the wall, he was holding onto one of the metal trusses that supported the ceiling and was pulling himself up, lowering back down, and going up again. Facing away from me with his ankles crossed.

And conspicuously missing a shirt. Which was draped over a chair bolted to the floor near him. I made a face and went over to the table nearest him. Pretending not to notice and making a pointed effort not to look.

“Hey there, faithful,” Albus said in that voice he always used when he was flirting. “Come to take in the view?”

“Not on your life,” I retorted. I set one of the tablets on the table in front of the chair where his shirt was, and set mine down on the chair next to it on the round table. “Come sit.” I indicated the chair with his shirt.

“What for?”

“I did your stupid fighting lessons. Now I’m going to teach you something.”

Albus chuckled where he was still dangling off the truss. “And what could you possibly teach me that I don’t already know?”

I sat in my chair and indicated his again. “Sit,” I snapped.

He dropped off the truss and scooped up his shirt. “Okay, okay. Don’t get your knickers in a twist.”

“Say that again and I’m going to hit you,” I threatened.

He smirked. “I’d like to see you try. Have I mentioned you’re hot when you’re angry?”

“Once or twice. Now sit. Down.”

He pulled his shirt on lazily, covering the dark Bastard Mark on his chest, and plopped down into the chair. “Alright. I’m sitting down. What is it? What do you think you can teach me?”

I took the stylus out of the casing of the tablet I’d borrowed and wrote on the screen. With a flick of the wrist, I slung the words from my tablet screen onto his.

Albus’ dark eyes narrowed. When they looked up at me, he looked a bit miffed. “Faithful—you know I can’t read.”

“That’s the point,” I said. I scooted on my chair so I was closer to him and tapped the top of the first letter I’d written. “This is the letter A. We use it to denote a few different sounds. Ay, ah, aw. It’s actually the first letter of the alphabet.”

“Okay…?”

I tapped the next letter. “This is the letter L. It makes the ul sound.” I moved to the next one. “This is B. It makes the buh sound.” The next. “This is the letter U. We usually use it for the uh and oo sounds.” The last of the first word. “This is S. It makes the ss sound.”

“And all of this is relevant to what?”

“Shut up and let me finish.” I tapped the first letter of the next word. “This is Y. At the beginning of the word, it makes a yuh sound. At the end of a word, it’s usually an ee sound.” The next letter. “This is the letter O. It makes several sounds too. Oh, aw, uh sometimes. If there’s two together it makes the oo sound.” I moved to the next one. “This is R. It makes the er sound.” And the last. “This is a K. It makes the kuh sound.”

Albus blinked slowly, owlishly. Looking from my eyes to the tablet screen and back again. “Why do I care?”

I sighed and leaned closer to his tablet screen. “A-L-B-U-S Y-O-R-K. Albus—” I underlined the first word. “—York.” I underlined the second. He stared at the letters. “That’s your name. This is how to spell your name.”

He looked up and met my eyes again. “Faithful…”

“I don’t think I can fully teach you to read in the time we’ll have together. It’s hard and a lot of the rules don’t make sense when it comes to spelling. But the least I can do is teach you how to spell and sign your own name.” I gave him an encouraging smile and pulled the stylus out of his tablet’s casing, holding it out for him. “Go on. Give it a try?”

He took the stylus from me. “This doesn’t feel right.”

“It’s not a sin to know how to write your own name. And besides, when have you cared about things like that anyway?” I looked down at my own tablet screen and scribbled my own name on it. “Try copying my letters on the line below. Or trace right over them. Whichever feels best for you.”

Albus narrowed his eyes at his screen.

I added Devlin’s name to my tablet, but mostly watched Albus. He was tracing my letters.

“Hang on,” I said.

“What?”

“Holding the stylus in a fist isn’t an efficient way to write. It slows you down—and it hurts after a while.”

“Faithful, I’m a warrior. Holding my hand in a fist for a long time is what I do.”

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. “That’s not what I meant,” I said. I copied how he was holding his stylus. “See how this lifts your arm so far off the table? That puts a lot of strain on your forearm muscles. So when you’re writing for a long time, they get really sore.” I held both hands out toward his hand. “May I?”

He huffed out his nose in almost a sigh and set his hand in both of mine. I readjusted the stylus and reconfigured his hand and fingers around it, showing him how I held it.

“Sorry we’re doing this on tablets. It’s a little more difficult this way. I couldn’t find any paper on board. Plenty of writing utensils, but no paper. Which is an oversight I’m sure Devlin will be very grumpy to hear if I point it out to him.”

That actually earned me a chuckle. “Eh. Vinny’s always happiest when he’s grumpy about something.”

I glanced at Albus’ face. “Something you have in common, then,” I said.

He opened his mouth to protest, thought for a moment, and pursed his lips in what was almost a smile before looking back down. “This feels weird,” he said instead, nodding at the stylus.

“I’m sure it takes getting used to.”

“Why do you say it like you’re not sure?”

“Because I learned to hold a pencil or a stylus like that a long time ago. I remember learning but I don’t remember getting used to it. I already… just… am used to it.” I finished configuring his hand. “There. Try writing that way. Rest your arm on the table. It’ll ache less after a while.”

Albus grunted and followed my instructions, going back to tracing over my letters. He did that a few times before moving down to the area below mine and copying them.

“Why are you watching me?” He sounded grumpy. As usual.

“Just monitoring.” I bit the inside of my cheek between my molars for a moment. “And I never noticed how you scrunch up your nose when you’re concentrating.”

Albus’ ears turned red and his neck went blotchy. “Shut up. I do not,” he grumbled, finishing the K of York and starting over on the next line. I’d spelled everything with capital letters. I doubted he would understand different casings of letters yet, and I doubted we’d ever get to a point where he’d need to learn that—for some arbitrary ancient reason—we used two forms for the same sounds.

I suppressed a smile as best I could and looked down at my tablet, writing something else on its screen before flicking it over to his.

“Recognize any of those letters?” I asked.

He studied it. “The, uh… the A. The… what’s this one called again?”

“U.”

“The U. And… the L.”

I let my grin tug on my face properly. “That’s faithful,” I said. “Seemed easier than teaching you my full name.”

“What are the other letters?”

I leaned closer to his tablet again. “That’s an F. It makes the ff sound. You know A. The one next to it is I. Putting the A and the I together is what makes the ay sound in faith. The letters after that are T and H. On their own they make the tt and hh sounds, but together they make the th sound. Apparently back on Ancient Earth there was once a separate letter for that sound called thorn but it got phased out of use.” I moved to tap the next letter with my stylus. “Then the F again. And you recognize U and L. F-A-I-T-H-F-U-L. Faithful.”

He glanced up and looked at me. I met his gaze. His eyes were so dark. A pair of unfathomable bottomless abysses. I couldn’t quite read his expression. He opened his mouth as though to say something. My eyebrows twitched upward, expecting to listen.

One of the double doors to the canteen whirred open. “What are you two up to?” Devlin asked.

The silence—and the silent tension—shattered immediately.

Albus covered his tablet screen. “None of your business,” he said. The blotches on his neck darkened. I slid my hand under his arms and tapped the clear button on the notes screen we’d been using before clearing my own. Devlin gave me a look with knitted brows.

I shook my head and got up, holding out a hand for Albus’ tablet. He passed it over immediately, along with its stylus, which I tucked away before putting the one I’d been using away and scooping it up. I met Devlin’s gaze. “Is something wrong, Devlin?” I asked, raising my eyebrows expectantly.

His eyes were still narrowed. “N… no. I’m just checking in on everything.”

“Mother henning over faithful now, eh?” Albus joked, getting out of his chair and pulling his shirt back off before jumping to catch the ceiling support truss again.

“No,” Devlin retorted with a roll of his eyes. “This ship is meant to be crewed by a minimum of twelve people and I’m trying to do it on my own as best I can. Which means doing safety sweeps by myself.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever,” Albus said. I pointedly kept my eyes away from him as I moved to leave the canteen.

“Need a hand, Devlin?” I offered.

“If you’re willing to offer one, sister, I would be grateful.” He followed me out of the canteen.

“Have fun, you two!” Albus called sarcastically.

Devlin moved as though to flip him off, cast a quick glance at me, and dropped his arm.

The doors to the canteen whirred shut behind us. Devlin fell into step beside me. “So… are you going to tell me what that was about or would you rather not?”

I took a deep breath. “Albus can’t read,” I said quietly.

“I’m aware. Most bastards aren’t taught. Especially when they become warriors.” He still looked confused.

I shrugged. “He made me do some fighting lessons with him. I figured I’d show him how to write his own name.” I leveled a glare at Devlin. “But don’t tell him I told you.”

Devlin’s eyes widened. “I won’t. I swear.”

“Good.”

“Sister, if I may ask… where do you find compassion for him? He’s vulgar and violent and brutish and—”

“And he’s still human,” I interrupted. I sucked in a breath. “Look. I met him because one of the higher-ranking sisters at my temple decided I needed to be taught a lesson in caring for everyone no matter who they were. He came to us injured. I patched him up. I asked him to come with me on my journey. And this mission… I finally understood the lesson that sister was trying to teach me.” I met Devlin’s eyes. “He’s not a monster, Devlin,” I added quietly. “And I’ve come to wonder why your father was the one that committed the sin yet Albus is the one to suffer because of it. He was innocent of the sin. His birth wasn’t his fault. So why is he the one getting punished?” I shrugged. “Worth the thought.”

“Sister…”

“What do you need from me for the safety sweep?” I interrupted before he could say anything more.

“Oh. Well, um… follow me.” He turned at a junction of corridors and I followed.

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Tagging my GB peeps: @palilious @gwenifred @halscafe @ryn-halo26 @staplesmainbitch @dollscircus @miloeveryday38 @zozo-01

#Good Boy Audios #GoodBoyAudios #fic #GBA BW #GBA Bastard Warrior #GBA Faithful #GBA Albus #GBA Devlin #Starlit Fic #YES this is the fic I thought of last night and stayed up way too late writing

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keeps-ache · 1 month

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HEY

#art #my art #artists on tumblr #digital art #oc #pink space #i really like the subtract glitch i've been doing recently - so here's some of that again lol :3 #the way it interacts with their palettes is so fun i like it a lot ehegh :33 #//anyway do you ever consider just tossing out any part the human body you've learned to draw and just drawing dumb little guys with arms #like pipecleaners forever or what hfhs #//oh this is was doobled in traditional originally #i need to digitize more of these. Because #though aura's hair was more extreme in the second panel in that version - i'm tired though and 3 days ago it was the same so no feelings to #change that lol :)#also i didn't shrink the noise enough so it didn't look right - and i was not going to reimport it so Bon Voyage my dude hfhs #was Supposed to fit on a 900x900 canvas but i made the panels a liiiiitle bit too big so it's 950x950 #which is Fine it's a round number but it's not a Round-Round number so [gesturing]#1000x1000 was way too big for this little thing so she sits at a pleasant halfway point :>#//anyway i was also up til 3 a.m. last night doing ?? something ?? i genuinely don't even know what lmfhsbvh #nice though maybe my brain'll get a reset lol :3 #stay up really late some random nights and jumpstart your brain!! it's foolproof!! never fails!! [<- these statements have not been reviewe #by the FDA or the Center for Sleep Control]#//ANywho now i'm going to be on my way #/oh i also forgot to post the oath n aura refs i made for artfight lol-#i'll prolly put those up w/ the kira and hid ones though :>>#i like to have the whole ensemble :D i Do feel bad when one of them gets left out hghsfh - like forgetting a stuffed animal somewhere #even though they're all together for small portion of the story it still feels off lol #i should prolly introduce the rest of the cast at some point. .... ......... ..........hm yea prolly. maybe one day hfhs #//anyway NOW i'm going i've run out of tag space i think hfhs - toodles !! :>

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iguessitsjustme · 2 months

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Get To Know Me Tag

Tagged by the always lovely @my-rose-tinted-glasses

Do you make your bed?

HAHAHAHAHAHA - I barely wake up in time to get dressed for work. If I make my bed, it's a miracle.

What’s your favorite number?

Any multiple of 5 or the number 7.

What is your job?

I am an administrator at a nonprofit (you would be surprised at how many times I have yelled at a show about things would not Work That Way because admin isn't just....magic. I just don't post about it because it's not typically interesting. Just me being passionate about my chosen career and that is not the point of the shows ever and there would be nothing more boring than watching administration done properly)

If you could go back to school, would you?

If I could afford it, I would get a million degrees. Just for fun. But alas, education is expensive.

Can you parallel park?

Yes, but it takes me a long time and I don't have great depth perception.

A job you had that would surprise people?

I don't think anyone would be surprised by any of the jobs I've had.

Do you think aliens are real?

Yep.

Can you drive a manual car?

No but I want to learn SO BAD. And I've wanted to learn for years I just don't have access to a manual car to learn on.

What’s your guilty pleasure?

If it's a pleasure, I'm not feeling guilty.

Tattoos?

Not yet but hopefully this summer. I have two tattoos I want to get but money is tight and also I'm scared of needles so I need a friend to come with me and hold my hand. I also need to find a tattoo artist I like to do it.

Favorite color?

Green. Any shade of green.

Favorite type of music?

Pop, punk rock, or classical.

Do you like puzzles?

Only if I do them with @neighborhood-yogurt, who does not like puzzles and I get to bully them about it.

Any phobias?

I have phobias yes. And I don't expect my followers would specifically trigger me but I'm not gonna post them for reasons.

Favorite childhood sport?

Childhood? I was an active child. I guess soccer. But I also did gymnastics, karate, tap, and ballet. Though I was VERY young for all of those. Also tennis in high school which I stuck with the longest.

Do you talk to yourself?

I find my conversations with myself delightful.

What movies do you adore?

Anything from Studio Ghibli, Amelie, and Ever After.

Coffee or tea?

Both but lately I've been drinking more coffee.

First thing you wanted to be growing up?

Honestly? I think the first thing was an author. There is a small possibility I wanted to be a teacher first though. Now I am neither of those things.

I'm going to tag @heretherebedork and @neighborhood-yogurt if y'all haven't done this already.

#rae irl #tag game #i am so sleepy right now and for why #i only stayed up way too late last night watching a show that was 100% not worth losing any sleep #but i did it anyway

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