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#ok powderpuff girls!#william saliba#gabriel martinelli#fabio vieira#WHY DID IT AUTOCORRECT TO POWDER PLEASE
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Ok so on Wednesday we had this powderpuff game at my school and I participated and my English teacher helped me put on my belt and called me a badass. During the game he kept hyping me up while I was playing. Omg and on the first day of school he called me good girl. He gave me this nickname and he’s he really likes my writing even though I hate it. Also he always stares at me during class and study hall
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Holidays 11.18
Holidays
Botox Cosmetic Day
Cabaret Day
Calvin & Hobbes Day
Chinita's Fair (Maracaibo, Venezuela)
Constitution Day (South Africa)
Day of Army and Victory (Haiti)
European Antibiotic Awareness Day
Fish on Fridays OK Day
Have Sex With A Guy With A Mustache Day [ website ]
Hel Anseilak (Elder Scrolls)
Homeland War Victims Remembrance Day (Croatia)
Married To A Scorpio Support Day
Mickey Mouse Day
National Cash Back Day
National Day (Oman)
National Goodness Pays Day
National Princess Day
Ned Ludd Memorial Machine-Smashing Day
Occult Day
Push-Button Phone Day
Teddy Bear Day
Time Zones Day
Total Disregard for Taste Day
Vertieres Day (Haiti)
William Tell Day
World Day of Remembrance for Road Traffic Victims
World Fellowship Day
Food & Drink Celebrations
National Apple Cider Day
National Vichyssoise Day
3rd Friday in November
Children in Need Day (Ireland, UK) [Friday of 2nd Full Week]
International Stand Up to Bullying Day [3rd Friday] (Also 3rd Friday in Feb)
Substitute Educators Day [3rd Friday]
Independence Days
Latvia (from Russia, 1918)
Morocco (from France & Spain, 1956)
Western Sahara (from Morocco, 1976)
Feast Days
Abhai of Hach (Syriac Orthodox Church)
Aleister Crowley Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)
Alphaeus and Zacchaeus (Christian; Saint)
Ardvi Suva (Mother of Stars; Ancient Persia)
Barulas (Christian; Saint)
Bon Om Touk begins (Water Festival; Cambodia)
Charles Fort Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)
Constant (Christian; Saint)
Dedication of Saints Peter and Paul (Christian; Saints)
Dolores (Muppetism)
Elizabeth of Hungary (Church of England)
Embrace Chaos Day (Pastafarian)
Feast of the Virgen de Chiquinquirá or Chinita's Fair (Maracaibo, Venezuela)
Feast of the Virgen de Chiquinquira (Venezuela)
Gabrielle (Muppetism)
Hilda (a.k.a. Hild; Christian; Saint)
Juthwara (Christian; Saint)
Lhabab Duechen (Descending Day of Buddha; Buddhism)
Mabyn (Roman Catholic Church and Anglicanism)
Maudez (a.k.a. Mawes; Christian; Saint)
Nazarius (a.k.a. Nazaire; Christian; Saint)
Odo of Cluny (Christian; Saint)
Remembrance Day of the Sacrifice of Vukovar (Croatia)
Romanus of Caesarea (Christian; Saint)
Rose Philippine Duchesne (Christian; Saint)
Talk Like Donald Duck Day (Pastafarian)
William the Silent (Positivist; Saint)
Lucky & Unlucky Days
Lucky Day (Philippines) [63 of 71]
Tycho Brahe Unlucky Day (Scandinavia) [34 of 37]
Premieres
Achtung Baby, by U2 (Album; 1991)
Ben-Hur (Film; 1959)
Blink-182, by Blink-182 (Album; 2003)
Britney, by Britney Spears (Album; 2001)
Calvin and Hobbes, by Bill Watterson (Comic Strip; 1985)
The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County, by Mark Twain (Short Story; 1865)
A Christmas Story (Film; 1983)
Disenchanted (Film; 2022)
The Edge of Seventeen (Film; 2016)
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (Film; 2016)
I Know What You Did Last Summer (2015)
It (TV Mini-Series; 1990)
The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway, by Genesis (Album; 1974)
The Land Before Time (Animated Film; 1988)
Leon: The Professional (Film; 1994)
MTV Unplugged in New York, by Nirvana recorded (Album; 1994)
Oedipus, by Voltaire (Play; 1718)
Oliver & Company (Animated Disney Film; 1988)
Powderpuff Girls (Animated TV Series; 1998)
Radio, by LL Cool J (Album; 1985)
Steamboat Willie, featuring Mickey Mouse (Animated Short; 1928) [1st Sound Cartoon]
Unplugged in New York, recorded by Nirvana (Musical Concert; 1993)
Walk the Line (Film; 2005)
Today’s Name Days
Odo, Philippine (Austria)
Leonard, Odo, Pavao, Petar, Roman (Croatia)
Romana (Czech Republic)
Hesychius (Denmark)
Ilo, Ilu (Estonia)
Jousia, Max, Tenho (Finland)
Aude (France)
Alda, Bettina, Odo, Roman (Germany)
Plato, Platonas (Greece)
Jenő (Hungary)
Aida, Oddone (Italy)
Aleksandrs, Brive, Doloresa (Latvia)
Ginvydas, Ginvydė, Otonas, Romanas, Salomėja (Lithuania)
Magne, Magny (Norway)
Aniela, Cieszymysł, Filipina, Galezy, Klaudyna, Odo, Otto, Roman, Tomasz (Poland)
Eugen (Slovakia)
Odón, Román (Spain)
Lillemor, Moa (Sweden)
Roma, Roman, Romanna, Romona (Ukraine)
Odelia, Odell, Odo, Sutherland, Sutton (USA)
Today is Also…
Day of Year: Day 322 of 2022; 43 days remaining in the year
ISO: Day 5 of week 46 of 2022
Celtic Tree Calendar: Hagal (Constraint) [Day 21 of 28]
Chinese: Month 10 (Lùyuè), Day 25 (Yi-Hai)
Chinese Year of the: Tiger (until January 22, 2023)
Hebrew: 24 Cheshvan 5783
Islamic: 23 Rabi II 1444
J Cal: 22 Mir; Sunday [22 of 30]
Julian: 5 November 2022
Moon: 30%: Waning Crescent
Positivist: 14 Frederic (12th Month) [William the Silent]
Runic Half Month: Nyd (Necessity) [Day 9 of 15]
Season: Autumn (Day 57 of 90)
Zodiac: Scorpio (Day 27 of 31)
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Holidays 11.18
Holidays
Botox Cosmetic Day
Cabaret Day
Calvin & Hobbes Day
Chinita's Fair (Maracaibo, Venezuela)
Constitution Day (South Africa)
Day of Army and Victory (Haiti)
European Antibiotic Awareness Day
Fish on Fridays OK Day
Have Sex With A Guy With A Mustache Day [ website ]
Hel Anseilak (Elder Scrolls)
Homeland War Victims Remembrance Day (Croatia)
Married To A Scorpio Support Day
Mickey Mouse Day
National Cash Back Day
National Day (Oman)
National Goodness Pays Day
National Princess Day
Ned Ludd Memorial Machine-Smashing Day
Occult Day
Push-Button Phone Day
Teddy Bear Day
Time Zones Day
Total Disregard for Taste Day
Vertieres Day (Haiti)
William Tell Day
World Day of Remembrance for Road Traffic Victims
World Fellowship Day
Food & Drink Celebrations
National Apple Cider Day
National Vichyssoise Day
3rd Friday in November
Children in Need Day (Ireland, UK) [Friday of 2nd Full Week]
International Stand Up to Bullying Day [3rd Friday] (Also 3rd Friday in Feb)
Substitute Educators Day [3rd Friday]
Independence Days
Latvia (from Russia, 1918)
Morocco (from France & Spain, 1956)
Western Sahara (from Morocco, 1976)
Feast Days
Abhai of Hach (Syriac Orthodox Church)
Aleister Crowley Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)
Alphaeus and Zacchaeus (Christian; Saint)
Ardvi Suva (Mother of Stars; Ancient Persia)
Barulas (Christian; Saint)
Bon Om Touk begins (Water Festival; Cambodia)
Charles Fort Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)
Constant (Christian; Saint)
Dedication of Saints Peter and Paul (Christian; Saints)
Dolores (Muppetism)
Elizabeth of Hungary (Church of England)
Embrace Chaos Day (Pastafarian)
Feast of the Virgen de Chiquinquirá or Chinita's Fair (Maracaibo, Venezuela)
Feast of the Virgen de Chiquinquira (Venezuela)
Gabrielle (Muppetism)
Hilda (a.k.a. Hild; Christian; Saint)
Juthwara (Christian; Saint)
Lhabab Duechen (Descending Day of Buddha; Buddhism)
Mabyn (Roman Catholic Church and Anglicanism)
Maudez (a.k.a. Mawes; Christian; Saint)
Nazarius (a.k.a. Nazaire; Christian; Saint)
Odo of Cluny (Christian; Saint)
Remembrance Day of the Sacrifice of Vukovar (Croatia)
Romanus of Caesarea (Christian; Saint)
Rose Philippine Duchesne (Christian; Saint)
Talk Like Donald Duck Day (Pastafarian)
William the Silent (Positivist; Saint)
Lucky & Unlucky Days
Lucky Day (Philippines) [63 of 71]
Tycho Brahe Unlucky Day (Scandinavia) [34 of 37]
Premieres
Achtung Baby, by U2 (Album; 1991)
Ben-Hur (Film; 1959)
Blink-182, by Blink-182 (Album; 2003)
Britney, by Britney Spears (Album; 2001)
Calvin and Hobbes, by Bill Watterson (Comic Strip; 1985)
The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County, by Mark Twain (Short Story; 1865)
A Christmas Story (Film; 1983)
Disenchanted (Film; 2022)
The Edge of Seventeen (Film; 2016)
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (Film; 2016)
I Know What You Did Last Summer (2015)
It (TV Mini-Series; 1990)
The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway, by Genesis (Album; 1974)
The Land Before Time (Animated Film; 1988)
Leon: The Professional (Film; 1994)
MTV Unplugged in New York, by Nirvana recorded (Album; 1994)
Oedipus, by Voltaire (Play; 1718)
Oliver & Company (Animated Disney Film; 1988)
Powderpuff Girls (Animated TV Series; 1998)
Radio, by LL Cool J (Album; 1985)
Steamboat Willie, featuring Mickey Mouse (Animated Short; 1928) [1st Sound Cartoon]
Unplugged in New York, recorded by Nirvana (Musical Concert; 1993)
Walk the Line (Film; 2005)
Today’s Name Days
Odo, Philippine (Austria)
Leonard, Odo, Pavao, Petar, Roman (Croatia)
Romana (Czech Republic)
Hesychius (Denmark)
Ilo, Ilu (Estonia)
Jousia, Max, Tenho (Finland)
Aude (France)
Alda, Bettina, Odo, Roman (Germany)
Plato, Platonas (Greece)
Jenő (Hungary)
Aida, Oddone (Italy)
Aleksandrs, Brive, Doloresa (Latvia)
Ginvydas, Ginvydė, Otonas, Romanas, Salomėja (Lithuania)
Magne, Magny (Norway)
Aniela, Cieszymysł, Filipina, Galezy, Klaudyna, Odo, Otto, Roman, Tomasz (Poland)
Eugen (Slovakia)
Odón, Román (Spain)
Lillemor, Moa (Sweden)
Roma, Roman, Romanna, Romona (Ukraine)
Odelia, Odell, Odo, Sutherland, Sutton (USA)
Today is Also…
Day of Year: Day 322 of 2022; 43 days remaining in the year
ISO: Day 5 of week 46 of 2022
Celtic Tree Calendar: Hagal (Constraint) [Day 21 of 28]
Chinese: Month 10 (Lùyuè), Day 25 (Yi-Hai)
Chinese Year of the: Tiger (until January 22, 2023)
Hebrew: 24 Cheshvan 5783
Islamic: 23 Rabi II 1444
J Cal: 22 Mir; Sunday [22 of 30]
Julian: 5 November 2022
Moon: 30%: Waning Crescent
Positivist: 14 Frederic (12th Month) [William the Silent]
Runic Half Month: Nyd (Necessity) [Day 9 of 15]
Season: Autumn (Day 57 of 90)
Zodiac: Scorpio (Day 27 of 31)
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ok but just got reminded of it and was anyone else just terrified of that episode of powderpuff girls where the clowns color washes off and he turns into an evil mime essentially and just goes like draining the color from everything and being a general butt? or is it just me cause i still can’t see a clip of that guy without being a little off put
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Ok but when you guys have to leave for business trips or to visit family the one thing you guys do when you guys are really missing eachother is watch the powderpuff girls 😭🥺
aww yes that becomes your thing 🥺🥺
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2 -which language would i like to be fluent in and why?
ok cheesy answer but gaeilge. it’s a dying language and i HATED learning it in school, but it really does sound lovely and it sucks that the reason it started dying out in the first place was because it was illegal to speak/teach it under british rule. also it’d be really useful for talking shit abroad because no one would have a clue what i’d be saying. anyways because of the way it’s taught, i can talk to you about the feminist ideas prevalent in fiction written by women in the romantic period, but i couldn’t chat with you over breakfast (as gaeilge, dar noigh.) so that SUCKS because it makes the subject difficult and boring as fuck. the teachers also spend literally years warning you that “when you get to your final year, you’ll be learning these three pieces of grammar that, to be honest, i don’t really understand”, so there’s also a fear of learning the grammar since the age of four, and they never really teach you the structure of sentences? it’s kind of taught like english it taught, as if they expect you to be fluent already (which we’re not). didn’t mean to Go Off but whoops, there y’go (also there’s a bunch of songs they used to put us to sleep in preschool that are in irish that i’d love to be able to understand while listening to, they’re really beautiful)
9- what are my favourite shoes like
worn to PIECES is what they are lmao. they’re brogue shoes with a two inch heel, black, and they’re the COMFIEST shoes i’ve ever owned. they look like witches shoes and they’re super cute as well. i got them three years ago (? roughly) and only took them to be repaired before an interview this year, where i thought they just needed a new sole on the heel (i’d worn it down so much you could see the metal bar running down the centre) but the cobbler took one look at them, laughed, and told me he’d “freshen them up” for me, for no additional cost, and when i got them back i realised i’d scuffed them beyond belief because they looked so clean when he was done! fun fact! i ran across an entire university campus (twice, once over, once back) in these shoes while dressed as the green powderpuff girl, but that’s a whole other story
18 - what’s my clothing colour palette?
ok so IDEALLY it’d be beiges, greys, blacks, and whites, yknow the Dark Acedemia Vibes, but in reality, it’s a lot of reds, blues, and greens, with a few yellow statement pieces and a small collection of pieces with my ideal palette colours (i hate most of my clothes but i got a lot of them from theme parks and stuff so they have memories attached and i don’t want to get rid of them)
thank you so much for asking! also i’m sorry i didn’t expect to get so excited about my shoes lmao or as angry about irish as i did whoops
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rules: tag 9 people you’d like to get to know better, i was tagged by the lovely @livinginsuncity, thank you andrea! 🥰
top three ships: imma do fictional, and say drarry, jily, and wolfstar (shoutout also to linny and pansmoine as well as deamus) i love gay hp ships a lot
last movie: mamma mia 2
lipstick or chapstick: chapstick
last song: loved by you by kirby
reading: a couple of fics but no books currently 😬😬
watching: i am not ok with this
totally spies or powderpuff girls: both and winx 😍
i tag: @hereforthedrama441 @watermelonsbb @watermelonsugarhii @harrysgoldenbooties @forreveries @partiallypansexual @louistyles
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hiii so i was tagged by @watermelonsugarhii to do this like forever ago i’m so sorry i’m just now getting to it!!! i was also tagged by @deludedandlostcause to do something similar so i thought i’d combine them into one post i hope u don’t mind :)
i tag anyone who feels like doing these!!
top three ships: ok uuuum jaspenor (the royals), stucky, aaaand i’ll have to think about a third one (i respectfully “”ship”” a lot of real life ppl like h&l but i know some people feel weird about that so???)
last movie: we have always lived in the castle
lipstick or chapstick: chapstick!!
last song: hmm just gonna go with tribulation by matt maeson it’s so good
reading: the dream house kings series (it’s supposed to be a kids series i think but it’s a long story lol and they’re actually p good!!)
watching: kind of watching “the hunt” on prime, it’s a lot but logan lerman is absolutely incredible
totally spies or powderpuff girls: powderpuff girls probs
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nickname: lulu
real name: hmm can i refrain lol
zodiac: aries
favorite musicians or bands: 1d, matt maeson, laundry day
favorite sports team: i’m not rly into sports but my fav college team is the hokies!!!
other blogs: jeez here we go @chubbiedumpling (marvel & lots of chris evans/seb stan!!), @mythlaughlin (gmm/rhett&link), @ty-ly-lester (dan&phil, i’m rarely on this one), @sawyerslaundry (msc/personal), and @pevensiescrubb (narnia)
do i get asks: no i wish i did tho :(
how many blogs do i follow: uuuh like 500+ omg i should probably do some spring cleaning
tumblr crushes: i don’t really have any :/
lucky numbers: not really lucky but i like 27!!
what am i wearing: pjs!
dream vacation: literally everywhere ever
dream car: i don’t really have one, i think mini coopers are so cute tho or that one car from that one episode of dr. who does anyone know what i’m talking about
favorite food: taco bell probably lmao
drink of choice: water, sprite, orange juice lol
instruments: euphonium is the only one i’m fairly decent at but my goal is to practice more ukulele and piano!
languages: english but i want to learn asl and get better at spanish!!
celebrity crushes: i have A LOT of favs and idk if i’d really call them crushes??? but mainly william moseley, chris evans, and sebastian stan right now!!! also zendaya!!!!
random fact: uuuuuuum i have a fish named stuart, a dog named lukie and a cat we call cat <3333
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The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly: Summer 2019 Edition
There are still a few that I have yet to check out, mainly due to a significant lack of free time (hooray, adulthood!), but there is already way more going on at the start of this summer season than there has been in months, at least to me.
The Good
1. Given
Honestly, I don’t care how long it lasts. Honestly, I don’t know how long they can carry an entire anime based on the flimsy story already laid out. Either way, I really don’t care. The interesting art and especially the various facial expressions in just the first episode drew me in and caught my attention, but I was shoving all my chips to the center of the felt the second the music started. As a guitarist myself, there’s no way I could stay away from this combination of drawing, characters, and technical music. I think this is going to get very good from here, but even if it doesn’t, I’ll be onboard.
2. Are You Lost? (Sounan Desu ka?)
I have this system I’ve developed where if the OP starts and it’s the cast singing/lip-syncing? The anime is almost always raw sewage. (take it out for a spin sometime, it’s amazingly accurate) There are exceptions, and I’m not going to call this one great, but so far it’s not too bad. I grew up out in the woods, hiking and camping sometimes where you were nowhere for days at a time with only what was on your back. I probably could be stranded and survive. Doesn’t mean I want to, but for all this anime is fluff, it’s also pretty realistic and accurate in places, too. Plus, I mean, even if it were awful, is only 12mins per episode, so yeah - not hard to move on from after. Still, though, am enjoying it so far. Am certainly not expecting anything, but it has yet to annoy me too badly, either lol
3. A Certain Scientific Accelerator (Toaru Kagaku no Accelerator)
Know what anime I was most excited for last year? Yup, Index III. Know what anime I struggled to get through and kinda didn’t care for? Yup, Index III. In the first two, as well as the Railgun seasons, there was enough offset. I mean, yeah, there were themes of mass murder, and government corruption, and imbalance and all, but there was enough humor and goofiness to offset it. Index III to me felt like a great big piece of meat that was dense and you had to chew until you were tired of eating just to get through it. Accelerator seems to be sandwiched in between storylines and feels like it will have more of that balance. And, I have to admit, the first of the ‘Scientific/Magical’ series I watched was Railgun and haaaated Accelerator - thought he was the worst of the worst - but then as you get into the other stories and see how they intertwine, you see he's a little more Walt Kowalski and a little less Amon Goth than what you thought. Am interested to see how this show goes, given we know how he begins and how he ends.
4. Is It Wrong to Try to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon? (Dungeon ni Deai wo Motomeru no wa Machigatteiru Darou ka)
I did not get to see the prequel Dan Machi series because I wasn’t going to pay the money for Amazon Strike, which was the only place that had it without all the pop-ups and viruses and fun stuff we don't feel like dealing with like we used to for our shows. So, I never saw it, which drove me insane. I have really loved these characters since day one, and am wicked stoked that DM2 is being streamed and I get more of them for a while. They moved right in on the first episode, too. Looks like it’s going to be another fun season!
The Bad
1. Magical Sempai (Tejina-senpai)
Yes, it is fun in small doses, but this is a bad anime. And I don’t just mean the weak writing, the dependence on fanservice, or any of the things anyone can demise from sitting through an episode which, well, isn’t totally terrible. The schtick gets old quickly, but there are funny moments. But what makes it bad to me is that Kotoyama, Tezuka, Feel... none of these names appear anywhere in the credits, but damn if Senpai isn’t awfully close to a dead ringer for Hotaru Shidaire, and the OP music/mood/sequence doesn’t have Dagashi Kashi written all the frick over it. This show is bad to begin with, yes but stolen valor is the worst kind of imitation.
2. Granbelm
If you can’t tell what is going to happen about ten minutes before it happens - right down to lines that are going to fall out of these girls’ mouths - then you probably shouldn’t play video games. Granbelm has every edge rounded off for safety, and if the Powderpuff girls had had mecha back in the day, this is exactly what they’d have looked like (and at the same time, bizarrely enough, kind of remind me of the Invid from Macross in a way, too). Don’t get me wrong, I’m going to watch the hell out of it start to finish because it’s about badly acted mages having a battle royale in another realm using gooftastic-looking mechas that fire spells, and let’s face it - who wouldn’t? Just don’t expect me to talk about how good it is. I already know it’s going to be very bad lol
The Ugly
1. Isekai Cheat Magician
OK, look - I watched In Another World with my Smartphone. It was awful. I watched Death March to the Parallel World Rhapsody (Death March kara Hajimaru Isekai Kyousoukyoku) and it was mindless as can be. And just this past season, I watched every episode of Wise Man's Grandchild (Kenja no Mago). They ALL are quasi-dependent upon cliché and irritating romances, tee-hee characters that are as shallow as the writing, and a singular, ridiculously overpowered character that nothing ever happens to. I really enjoy the isekai genre of anime and will tend to watch just about anything to see where it goes, but two episodes into this turd, I said no more. I just can’t do another one of these mimeographed brain leeches. Not this season, at least.
#given#are you lost?#sounan desu ka?#a certain scientific accelerator#toaru kagaku no accelerator#is it wrong to try to pick up girls in a dungeon?#dungeon ni deai wo motomeru no wa machigatteiru darou ka#magical sempai#tejina-senpai#granbelm#isekai cheat magician#summer 2019#anime
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hey liz do you have any good halloween costume ideas? I'm going to this girl's halloween party in a few weeks and this guy that i had maaaaaaajor feelings for is gonna be there. I'm mostly over it but I know when I see him I'll trip lol. I need to look super hot but also be in like a good costume! helpppp please
ok im gunna list a lot of costumes
army girl, cheerleader, powderpuff girl, princess, sleeping beauty, butterfly, nurse, bloody bride, alien, tinker bell, witch, sailor, cowgirl, clown. literally be anything you want and make it hot
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Ok I’m wondering.... was my parents not letting me have screens threw Monday and Thursday emotionally abusive? Context I use the screen a lot and using it with my homework. They also did it with tv when I was a kid. I do rush through work which is why my mom is making me hand in my phone and she also won’t let me go to driving lessons and is thinking not to make college plans yet because I might have to go to a special class. She also sometimes questions why I still like mlp and powderpuff girls
Also my dad is pretty similar. They also make biphobic comments which makes me scared to come out... is this normal?
From what I’ve seen, it is normal, but it shouldn’t be. Kids should not be scared to come forward to their parents about anything!
And while I wouldn’t consider confiscating your screens throughout the week emotionally abusive, if it’s interfering with your work, it’s definitely not doing you any good for them to take it away.
Unfortunately, I know how you feel when it comes to driving lessons. I had to dig my heels into the ground and hold my breath until I was blue in the face to let my parents finally take Driver’s Ed. However, I still have no license to this day (even though I’ve had my permit for almost eight years now) because they refuse to let me practice driving, which every single driving instructor I’ve had insists I do to ensure I get better at driving. Three cars, one they don’t even use, and they won’t let me practice driving because they want me to have more experience behind the wheel first. Where am I supposed to get it? Out of thin air?
Whether or not you go to college should be for you to decide, not your parents. Sure, they’re the ones paying for it, but you’re the one actually attending classes, because this is your future, not theirs. And forgive me for asking, but what do special classes have to do with not attending college?
As for your interests? Unless your interests are actively harming people, then it’s really your business and no one else’s, unless you decide to share them.
Sorry if this was more ranting than actual advice >_<
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38/100 days of productivity
//10.01.18//
I’m sorry for being MIA, but with school having started, I’ve been super busy. Senior year is taking a toll on me and it’s literally only been 1 month, YiKeS
Here’s what my weekend looked like:
Friday: was parents visiting day (cute), then there was powderpuff (basically girls playing football for school spirit week, i didn’t play lol), the homecoming football game (we lost, but it’s cool)
Saturday: I woke up at like 9:30 (which is insane for me), got my nails done for the homecoming dance, took pics with my friends and went to dinner (we ate Italian, it was amazing), then we went to the dance (lol there was a moment when i was hella awkward so yep). But the best part of my homecoming, was the fact that i literally got home at 11 pm after the dance and did college apps. I literally told my friend I couldn’t hang because I had to work on college apps. But it’s ok because I got 2 supplements done that had to be turned after the weekend. (yeah i stayed up until like 5, but there were like hours of procrastination)
Sunday: I officially woke up at 11 am, and worked on my college applications literally alllll daaayyyy. I didn’t get any of my homework done beside a worksheet.
Monday (10.01.18): I turned in my first 2 college applications!!!!! So that’s two less to study, whoo!
#100 days of productivity#productivity#studyblr#study#studying#student#studyspo#studyspiration#study motivation#college applications#college apps#university#GETSHITDONE#high school#school#stay in school kids
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Happy Birthday, mathiness!
Apologies to @mathiness for the delay on your gift. We hope you had a wonderful birthday on November 9, and celebrated in style. To bring back the birthday cheer, the lovely @wildlyglittering has written a story just for you!
Title: Tea for Two
Gift for: mathiness
Rating: T
Trigger warnings: some mild swearing and mention of sex
The kid was running around the place and screaming. Not happy childlike yells of delight but actual ‘top of the lungs’ shrieking and Katniss wondered for a minute how much trouble she would be in if she ‘accidentally’ dropped a tray on her head. She quickly shook that thought away, disturbed at how easy it came to her. No one should have harm wished against them, least of all a child, even if they were clearly a demon in human form.
The problem was that she was tired. Working two jobs was slowly beginning to destroy her ability to function as a human being. Especially when one was as physically demanding as the nature hikes at the national park and the other was the emotionally draining experience of waitressing at Trinket’s Tea House. There were the other factors of course. One was the fact that she hadn’t managed to eat properly since yesterday afternoon and then there was the other reason she was exhausted...
Katniss figured if she managed to make it to her break she could grab a quick sandwich and that would cure one of the two problems. Getting rid of her tiredness would be resolved after work when she could pass out in bed. Gale once stated that ‘hangry’ was a term invented for her and at the time she had told him he didn’t have a clue what he was talking about. Now, reflecting on whether it was appropriate to drop-kick a child out of their own birthday party, she conceded that he may have had a point.
Effie believed that they should ‘let the children express themselves and leave the parents to parenting,’ which was as bad an idea that Katniss had ever heard. Children running amok in a place that served hot beverages was tantamount to a disaster and the people that usually brought their children to this place normally let ‘the help’ do the parenting.
Despite some of the issues, the last thing that Katniss wanted was to mess anything up here. Sure, the clientele were spoiled children, the owner a tower of powderpuff pretention and the uniforms were sickeningly sunshine yellow sundresses but the pay was good and the tips were great.
With that last thought in mind, Katniss plastered a smile onto her face and carried the tray of cakes over to the long table. Trinket’s, with its bunting and princess chairs and overall pinkness was a very popular spot for baby showers and baby parties and today they were hosting a party for a ‘very special six-year-old.’ Or so Katniss had been told.
“Mommy! I’m hungry!” The screaming birthday girl had stopped running but was now clambering onto one of the chairs and was gripping the back with fists clenched so tight they were turning white.
A woman wearing a bubble-gum pink cashmere sweater, and whose honeyed blonde hair was effortlessly swept into a 1950’s ponytail stepped into view. “Yes, my darling, we’re all hungry. Let me see where the waitress is... oh look, here she is now.”
‘Cashmere’ mother glared at Katniss as she approached and Katniss used all her willpower to not visibly cringe at the other woman’s expression. Well, she wasn’t too sure as to how well this particular patron would be tipping. When Katniss got nearer, the woman stepped closer. “About time,” she hissed in her ear, “I’m not paying you to let my child starve.”
Biting her tongue, Katniss refrained from telling the woman that she wasn’t exactly paying her anything and that a slight delay on getting choux buns and chocolate eclairs to the table weren’t grounds for starvation. In fact, Katniss thought that the kid looked positively too well-fed.
She plastered a smile on her face, so fake it hurt. “I’m very sorry madam, there was a minor issue in the kitchen. I’ve included some extra buns for the birthday girl though. Free of charge,” she quickly added.
‘Cashmere’ sniffed, “It’s a start.” She then turned to her daughter, who was still shrieking. “Darling, try and sit down now. Have one of the cakes.”
“Noooooo! I want Daddy to have the first cake!”
Katniss placed the goodies on the table and watched as the group of little girls, all dressed in ruffles and so much pink, grabbed at the treats while the birthday girl continued to swing from the chair. Enough was enough.
“Hey there birthday girl!” Katniss exclaimed with false excitement. The sound of screaming stopped and the girl glared at her for the interruption. “I hear it’s a very special birthday for you. How old are you today?”
There was a moment when all she got was the continued death glare and some silence before some latent social politeness kicked in. “I’m six.”
“Six? Wow! That’s a big girl birthday!” Katniss smiled so hard she thought her face would fall off. “Our big girls get to sit in the birthday throne chair, would you like that?” The little girl nodded enthusiastically, her eyes glancing around the teahouse.
“Oh good! But first, before our birthday girls sit in the throne chair they need to practice siting in one of these chairs.” Katniss took a deep breath, “It’s so we know they are big enough for the throne, can you sit in this chair for me?”
“I am big enough!” The girl frowned and stomped her foot and for a horrible moment Katniss thought that her little manoeuvre wasn’t going to pay off.
Then, miracle of all miracles, the girl sat down and Katniss breathed out in relief. She took two little cakes, placed them on a plate and handed them to the girl. “Here’s a cake for you and here’s a cake that you can give to your daddy.”
The girl took the plate with careful hands, “Ok!” and then looked up at Katniss and smiled, transforming her entire face. Her blue eyes shone with genuine happiness and her cheeks, round and rosy, were stretched across her face as she beamed.
Katniss found herself genuinely beaming back. There was something so pleasant about the girl when she smiled and the look suited her, from the little gap where she was missing a tooth to the way her blonde little waves bounced about her face. In that moment there was nothing of her mother in her face but instead something strangely familiar, something Katniss couldn’t put her finger on.
She shrugged it off. Lots of little girls passed through the teahouse for parties and it could be that Katniss had seen her here before and maybe at a time when she wasn’t so overexcited.
Katniss checked that everyone was happy before she turned back to the kitchen. ‘Cashmere’ was now settled next to her daughter and Katniss heard the little girl ask in a quiet voice, “Is Daddy going to be here soon?”
“He’s on his way darling.”
Back in the kitchen, Katniss grabbed a cucumber and cream cheese sandwich from the side, moaning as she bit into it, “Oh my god, I need this.”
“Tone it down Everdeen, you’re in polite company. Unless you want to add to Thom’s masturbatory fantasies.”
Katniss looked up and flipped Jo the finger. The other waitress was standing next to the chef, as per usual, and they were laughing. “You know, if you two weren’t too busy flirting I might have been able to get my orders out in time.”
“You wound me,” said Thom. “I don’t flirt with anyone but you,” and he winked as Katniss rolled her eyes.
“Flirt with whoever, but please can you just get my orders on time when I’m dealing with the child from The Omen,” she gestured towards the restaurant beyond the kitchen door and turned to Jo. “How did I draw the short straw for them today?”
“Well,” Jo inspected her nails. “If someone wasn’t late this morning then they could have called dibs on the quiet tables. What was it again? Shower broke?”
Katniss could feel a heat rushing to her cheeks. “Yeah, I had trouble with the hot water.”
“Oh, it’s just I’m sure you said it was car trouble, didn’t she Thom?”
Thom piped up, “She sure did. Car trouble.”
Her face was on fire now and she put down her half-eaten sandwich, “It was both,” she said carefully. “My shower wasn’t working and then it was my car.” She looked up at Jo and Thom’s faces and, judging from their expressions, she was fooling no one.
“Uhuh,” Jo said. “It’s a good thing these chintzy uniforms come with neckties otherwise I’d love to see you explain to the mom’s that big fat hickey I saw when you came in.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Katniss ground out, surreptitiously tugging on said necktie to make sure it was in place whilst ignoring Jo’s laughter.
The bell to the entrance rang then and Katniss couldn’t decide if that was the universe helping her or conspiring against her, especially when she heard the enthusiastic shout of ‘Daddy!’ Katniss moaned again, this time in resignation and pressed the flat of her palm against her forehead. “It’s ok,” she reassured herself. “I’ve got this.”
Smoothing down her dress, she grabbed a menu and headed out the kitchen door, prepared to greet the father of the human Chucky.
The man walking through the front door made her heart plummet to the ground. Oh. Oh shit. Oh fuck. His eyes were focused into the contents of a large birthday bag that he was carrying and Katniss wondered if this could buy her some precious time.
She was astutely aware that she was occupying the space directly ahead of him and contemplated if the best approach would be to tuck and roll her way back into the kitchen or just try and smile it out. The other approach would be to spontaneously combust somehow, and the way she was feeling, hot and suddenly pouring with sweat, made her feel as though this was something she could achieve.
What she wasn’t prepared for though was the feeling of her stomach shifting like it was about to upchuck half a cucumber sandwich. Her smile, an overly enthused grin that made her look like a jack lantern, was plastered on her face. There had been many interesting scenarios that she had experienced in her life, Gale doing the Naked Man on her had been the worst one, or so she had thought at the time, but now this moment seemed to top that by far.
Katniss prepared for the moment he looked up from the birthday bag in what was the most awful thirty seconds she had ever lived through. Then, the universe threw her a bone, ‘your second one in two days’ was what she imagined Jo saying, as he moved out the way to make way to another man walking behind him.
“Daddy!” The birthday girl launched herself from the chair and across the restaurant and the second man, slightly shorter and slightly rounder than the first, swung her up into his arms. Katniss watched as the girl clung to her father’s neck like her life depended on it, her shrieks now completely different in tone from before but just as loud.
They had matching faces, Katniss realised. Shining blue eyes and cheeks that were round and rosy when they smiled. The same face as the third member of their standing party whose deep, masculine laughter roared across the space to Katniss’ ears.
“Uncle Peeta!” The girl stretched across her father and wrapped her arms around his neck with just as much enthusiasm as before and Katniss watched as Peeta stretched his free arm up around her, his large hand splayed on her tiny back.
“Watch out Maybug or you’re going to crush me those arms,” she heard him say but his voice was teasing. The girl giggled and planted a wet kiss onto his cheek. It seemed that Uncle Peeta was a firm favourite. Katniss knew of more than one person in this room who would agree.
The girl turned her now incredibly cheery face back to her father, “Daddy,” she said, “I saved you a cake.”
“Did you, my darling?”
“Yes, that waitress gave it to me,” then she turned and pointed straight at Katniss like she was straight out of Invasion of the Body Snatchers. Two things went through her mind; first, how the hell did the kid even see her there when she hadn’t been paying attention, second, was Katniss should probably stop referring to Peeta’s niece in conjunction with horror movies.
Both men looked up simultaneously and Katniss offered them both a wavering smile. The man that was clearly Peeta’s brother smiled at her, grateful that someone had made his daughter happy on her birthday. The man whose opinions Katniss was actually concerned with stood opposite her, mouth wide open.
Katniss stepped forward with a fake, peppy introduction. “Welcome,” she chirped, “to Trinket’s Tea House.” Her smile was hurting her face again. “Let me show you to your table,” and with that, she bustled ahead of them, desperate to get out of their presence.
She pointed at two chairs, side by side, on the long table and thrust a drinks menu in front of them before announcing that she would take their order in a minute before darting back into the kitchen. Jo and Thom seemingly hadn’t moved from where she had left them.
“Seriously? Do you guys even work when you’re here?”
They both grinned but only Jo looked over at her, “I try to do the bare minimum.” She paused and looked closer at Katniss. “You blushing Everdeen?”
“No,” she said, trying to ignore the heat that travelled up her neck to her face.
“You’re back in here like the restaurant is on fire. Or is that just your pants, liar liar?”
Katniss flipped Jo the finger for the second time that morning which she realised was not a good start to the request she was about it make. “I need a favour,” she took a deep breath. “Can you please finish my table? I’ll owe you big.”
Jo straightened up, “Ok, I’m listening. What you offering?”
“I will cover any Saturday shift you want for the next month and I’ll do that baby shower you’re supposed to help Cressida with.”
“The baby shower,” said Jo, “and the Sweet Sixteen.”
Katniss sighed, “Sure.”
“And any Saturday shift for the next two months.”
“Oh c’mon!” Katniss exclaimed but then remembered what was waiting for her on the other side of the side. She ground her teeth together, “Fine. You have a deal.”
“Wow,” Jo said, “you must really not want to go out there.” Her eyes slid to the kitchen door. “Did the kid puke? Did all the kids puke?” Before Katniss could stop her, Jo had made her way to the small observing window.
Jo let out a small whistle, “Right. So, you bursting in here like a blushing virgin who has just seen a dick for the first time has nothing to do with that nervous looking, gorgeous man?”
“He’s not that gorgeous,” Katniss said petulantly and Jo just fixed her with a look that screamed, liar.
“Please,” said Jo, “I would let him ride me like Seabiscuit.” There was a pause and she suddenly looked at Katniss like an epiphany had struck. A wicked grin spread out on her face, “Wait a sec... is that why you’re freaking out? Because he let you ride him like-”
“Jo!” This was mortifying. And truthful. And Katniss just couldn’t lie and Jo knew it. She sighed, “Do you really think he looks nervous?”
The grin grew wider, “Oh yeah. Probably because he’s just walked in to see the woman he spent the evening boning working here.”
Katniss gave up trying to feign innocence at this point. “This is just humiliating.”
“Why?” Jo asked. “Because it was supposed to be one night of hot nasty sex where you did unspeakable things to his body and then you were never supposed to see each other again? Didn’t think that was your style.”
“No, that’s not it at all,” Katniss sounded so dejected, even to her own ears. Then, before Jo could make a crude comment about the type of sex Katniss had, she continued, “I never told him I worked here. I mean, I met him on a hike and so he knows I work at the park but I never told him I had two jobs. I never told him I waitressed at Trinket’s damned Tea House and now, I’m serving his niece.”
Jo made an attempt at a sympathetic pat on the shoulder but she must have seen how forlorn Katniss looked because when she next spoke her voice was softer than usual. “What’s humiliating is the way some of these parents let their kids behave. You’re a hard worker, working two jobs to earn a living and pay for college. If he’s a dick about that then he doesn’t deserve you.”
Katniss shrugged, “Maybe.”
“You like him.”
“Maybe.” Katniss shook her thoughts from her head, “Are you going to take over my table?”
Jo looked up to the ceiling and tapped her fingernail on her chin thoughtfully, “You know what.... no deal.” Then before Katniss could react, Jo was giving her a shove through the doors. “You’ll thank me!”
Katniss highly doubted it. She had been unceremoniously turfed through the doors out into the restaurant and was now back to reconsidering the spontaneous combustion option. Peeta was watching her as she made her way over to the table and she swore she saw him glance up her bare legs to the material of her sun dress as it skimmed past her hips.
Though he had already seen her with significantly less on, she felt self-conscious and began to tug on the hem. Doing so pulled the material a little more snuggly over her breasts and she swore he looked at those too.
By the time Katniss had reached the table, she spoke the words that she’d been smoothly practising in her head. “Good afternoon, gentlemen. Have you decided on what drinks you would like?”
The older looking man, Peeta’s brother, glanced up at her. “I’ll just take a black coffee.” She gave him a smile and nodded before looking over at Peeta.
His face made her knees feel strange. He’d attended one of her park hikes and she’d realised quite quickly into it that she was hopefully attracted to him, him and his obnoxiously attractive face. And his obnoxious personality which was so decidedly non-obnoxious. Peeta had shown a genuine interest in the hike, asking questions about the park and the trees and the berries. And even her. Those questions had continued into more questions after the hike was done which was followed by more questions and then a beer. That one evening turned into a few dates and then finally, last night, she went back to his on the other side of town and had too much of a good time.
Peeta smiled at her, warm and familiar, and all she could think of was, I’ve kissed those lips and well... they’ve done more besides. “And for you?” was all she asked.
“I’ll try the hot chocolate with chili spices. I fancy something delicious with a kick.”
Katniss gave a curt nod, ignoring the movements her stomach made. She made their drinks the quickest she’d ever made any ones before, hoping that if she sped this up it would all be over soon. As she made them behind the counter she couldn’t help but steal glances their way.
The little girls, in their ruffles and bows, were still munching their way through the cakes whilst the birthday girl was proudly displaying the cake she had saved to her father who responded with an enthusiastic and grateful expression. Peeta’s face when he looked at his niece was one of utmost joy. He had mentioned a niece to her but Katniss had never really pressed on details, always uncomfortable when the subject of children came up. ‘Cashmere’ was checking her phone, probably relieved that her daughter’s attentions were elsewhere.
Katniss must have stared a minute too long or too hard into the side of Peeta’s neck because he looked up and over at her and so she quickly looked back down. In truth, she was embarrassed. From their conversations it seemed like he had it pretty much together. He owned a bakery and his own house and, after having mastered painting, he was now moving onto sculpture. As you do. Meanwhile Katniss worked two jobs to pay rent on a shitty one bed apartment and her evening college course in forestry. She hadn’t told him about the shitty apartment or the course. Or the two jobs.
She walked back over with the drinks, stretching her smile out even further. There was no compensation like overcompensation. “Here you go,” she said. “One black coffee and one hot chocolate with chili.”
“Thank you, Katniss,” he said and took the mug from her before she could set it down, his fingers brushing against hers. For some reason, his touch gave her an electric shock and the mug jostled spilling liquid onto the table.
‘Cashmere’ tutted from somewhere over Katniss’ shoulder. “I’m so sorry, let me just-”
“It’s ok,” Peeta said, the fingers of his right hand gently curling round Katniss’ wrist to steady her, his fingertips pressing on her pulse point, whilst he removed the mug with his left. He looked up her, his eyes twinkling.
“I’m so sorry,” she said again, more serious this time, trying to put some meaning behind those words.
His fingers didn’t leave her wrist. “I said it’s ok,” he smiled at her softly. “It really is.” His thumb began to trace the skin on her wrist.
A throat cleared from Peeta’s left. “Er, Peet...” They both looked up at where Peeta’s brother was looking at their joined hands, before his eyes flittered between their faces. “I appreciate that you’re having a moment with our waitress but I don’t know if it’s entirely appropriate...” he jerked his head towards the table of children and more specifically his own blonde-haired child who was gawping at them.
Katniss snatched back her hand, red flaming her face. “Of course, I’m so sorry.” Those were words that she seemed to be saying on repeat. She should just walk around with a giant sign taped to her forehead.
Peeta glanced back at his brother. “Rye,” he said. “This is Katniss. Katniss,” and then he glanced at her, “this is my big brother Rye.”
Katniss nervously smiled. “Yes, I am Katniss your waitress,” she pointed at her name tag. “What can I get you to eat?”
Peeta’s face fell into a slight frown.
Rye spoke up, “What do you recommend?”
Safe, neutral territory was what she needed right now. “The buns are particularly delicious, we can offer both sweet and savoury options and-”
Peeta spoke again, cutting her off. “I own a bakery, buns are my speciality. I don’t know if these will be as good as my buns,” he winked at her. Katniss mouth dropped open before she recovered.
“Well, we also have buttered muffins.” Error. As soon as she said it.
Peeta’s eyes sparkled, it was as though he were deliberately trying to wind her up. “Do you like your muffins buttered, Katniss?”
She narrowed her eyes at him, wondering how fired she would be if she launched into an angry tirade. Katniss needn’t have worried as Rye cleared his throat... again. “Dude, I know the kids don’t understand you but believe me when I say, I do. I kind of want to enjoy May’s birthday party without listening to my kid brother make crude, bakery innuendo’s which are, well, half baked.”
Dear lord. The humour was genetic. “Is he bothering you?” Rye asked. “Because I think this is his awful attempt at flirting and frankly it’s making me want to lock my daughter in a tower if this is what she has to look forward to.”
Katniss gave him a small smile and glanced between Rye’s put-upon face and Peeta’s pink-tinged one. “No, he’s not bothering me and the flirting isn’t too bad.”
“We’ll have two cheese buns,” Rye said, probably to put her out of her misery.
Katniss nodded again and darted off but she’d only gone so far when she heard her name being called. She stopped and turned around to see Peeta following her. “Katniss... please wait.”
They faced each other, surrounded by birthday bunting and pastel polka dots. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” he said.
“You didn’t.”
Peeta ran his hand through his hair, “It’s my niece’s birthday party and I didn’t know you would be here.”
“Why would you?” she replied. “I never told you I worked here.”
“Yeah,” he said, looking at her quizzingly. “Why didn’t you?”
She shrugged, “It’s hardly inspiring stuff, I sell overpriced cakes to customers.”
“Hey,” he grinned, “I sell reasonably priced cakes to customers.”
“You know what I mean.”
“So, you work two jobs? Here and at the park?” He nodded to himself. “That’s pretty commendable. I don’t know how you do it. I mean, when I was paying my way through art school I worked at my dad’s bakery and did nude art modelling.”
“Oh!” Katniss took a quick glance down his body on instinct. She’d seen it all last night in its full nude glory and it was...well, glorious. She cleared her throat and looked back at his face to see him beaming at her. “I didn’t know that.”
“I thought it would come out at a later point, you know fifth date or sixth date or when I got drunk enough and showed you some of the art work I was given...”
“We’re going to have a fifth date?” she asked.
“I certainly hope so,” he said, reaching forward and touching her fingertips with his own. “I saw your face when we walked in, you looked really ashamed and I don’t understand why. You’re so passionate when you talk about your forestry, if you need to wear cute dresses at Trinket’s to help pay for your course then so be it.”
“This is not a cute dress,” but she smiled at him anyway.
“Oh, it’s really cute and you should definitely wear it in bed, no underwear.” Katniss rolled her eyes at him but he knew she didn’t mean it. “And you have to serve people like my sister-in-law, who by the way is a pain in the ass, and my niece who is lovely but can act like a raging spoiled ball of melodrama.”
“I can’t deny those two last points.”
“See me again,” he asked. “Come to my bakery and I’ll serve you and I’ll do it only wearing an apron and a smile.”
Katniss grinned at him and glanced over at the table she was serving only to find Jo had somehow snuck out and was re-taking their order. Jo glanced up and winked at her and Katniss found herself wanting to hug the girl.
“Alright,” she said. “It’s a date.”
#everlark#everlark fanfiction#everlarkbirthdaydrabbles#everlarkbirthdaygifts#fan fic#by wildlyglittering
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Little Guerrilla
"OK everybody! Es'era 'Ay Bendito!' y su cancion 'Bembe!' , Numero Tres en las listas aqui en WSNY, 'S' por 'Espanol' en Nueva York, en el corazon de Brooklyn. Soy Marty Martinez aqui y bienvenido a ustedes que acaban de unirse a nosotros. Ahora son las siete cuarenta y cinco dela manana del lunes, primero de diciembre, dos mil vientecinco. Y ahora alguien que acaba de unirse a nosotros aqui es La Princesita. Bienvenidos, nenita."
"Muchas gracias, Marty. Hola, Nueva Yorka! Vos quiero muchá!" says the Princess.
"Has estando viajando por las estaciones de radio, hablando con gente y cantando nuevas canciones. Que clase de reaccion tu viste?" says Marty.
"First, can I speak in English?" the Princess asks.
"Yeah, sure. But I t‘ought you was fluent in Spanish," Marty says.
"Yeah, but our Spanish is not exactly the same as yours and I get confused and confuse everybody. Also, we decided I would sing in English and speak English so everyone can understand. ‘cos me Guatemalan people need all the help they can get!" the Princess says.
"OK, sure. I understand," Marty says.
"Bu' I'll answer your question now," the Princess says. "Yes, the reaction's been great. Talkin' directly to fans and other people. I never dreamed it! Sometimes you get the odd one out but me Uncle, the Barrister in London, told me to be in the business you have to get a rhino's hide. You cannot let anything hurt you."
"OK and do you have a new song for us today?" Marty says.
"Ciertamente!" the Princess says.
"Ciertamente y cual es el nombre?" Marty says.
"It's name is 'Little Guerrilla' o en espanol 'Guerrillita','" says the Princess.
"OK, adelante!" says Marty.
"Gracias!" the Princess says.
The band strikes up a reggae beat, the Princess playing the electric piano in chords. The video below is one of the best examples of the genre.
Then the Princess sings, in Jamaican style.
She sittin' in de back
O' de cantina
Hidin' from gran de guerra maquina
Guerrillas gettin' useless on de quetzalteca
"Vamos! Vamos!"
Little Guerrilla sippin' quiet on de limonada
Not any money for a drop o' soda
When she hear de tanks de planes
And de guns she run
"Vamos! Vamos!"
Hey, hey little guerrilla
Maybe just 10
Your whole family gone to Heaven
And you're just waitin' to see dem again
Little guerrilla
Fight for what's left
It's fight or flight
You know what's right
'Cos in dis revolution
You de cuttin' edge
[Musical interlude - electric piano melodies around the bands' chords]
She doesn't like no gun
De knife is good enough
Just push and turn and turn and turn
But you gotta be tough
Don't be no powderpuff!
Dey never believe it
'Til after dey gone
De cute little one
Wid de knife in her pocket
Can kill you faster
Than any gun
Hey, hey little guerrilla
Maybe just 10
Your whole family gone to Heaven
And you're just waitin' to see dem again
Little guerrilla
Fight for what's left
It's fight or flight
You know what's right
'Cos in dis revolution
You de cuttin' edge
[Musical Interlude - electric piano solos with the band keeping the reggae beat]
Hey, little one
Don't you have no fun?
She say
Fun is for de rich kids
Not for dis one
Fun is wakin' up
And still seein' de sun
Dere be time for fun
When de battle's won!
We can celebrate when de war is done
[Spoken by Princess in low tone] Gotta take care of business
Little guerrilla
Fight for what's left
It's fight or flight
You know what's right
'Cos in dis revolution
You de cuttin' edge
Woh, woh!
And de struggle goes on
And de struggle goes on
No holidays, no weekends
Every day de same
Yeah, yeah, yeah de struggle goes on!
For we not givin' it up
We gettin' justice or death
If one happen we quit
If de other we gone
Yeah! Keep movin' on
Band: Keep movin' on, keep movin' on, keep movin' on
Little guerrilla
You are tomorrow
Ready to die to make our future bright
A prayer, a thought, a hope for you tonight
For you tonight ... (3 times)
Sleepin' in de jungle
In de shinin' moonlight
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, o de ho Oh oh, oh oh (3 times)
[Applause in the studio]
"Magnifico, Princesita, magnifico!" Marty says.
"Cheers, Marty! Muchas gracias," says the Princess.
"Y quien es la guerrillita? Tu?" Marty says.
"No! I thank Jesus, Mother Mary and all the saints that I can fight for Guatemala in air- conditioned studios!" the Princess says. "I doubt I could 'sleep in the jungle in the shinin' moonlight' for fear of the snakes!"
"Hay ninas asi en Guatemala, peleando en la selva?" Marty asks.
"Not many, I think," the Princess says. "But there are some. People from Guatemala come to Crummer Canyon and tell us what’s goin' on there. One bloke showed me a photo of a li'l girl in a red cap and really common clothes carryin' an armalite. He told me she was one. He called her "un' otra princesita".
The Princess giggles.
"Pero la nenita en la cancion, no le gustan las armas," says Marty.
"Yeah, that were my idea," says the Princess. "Li'l kids carryin' guns, that picture's off. People wouldn't like it and couldn't believe it. But this li'l one who can kill a man by surprise with a knife, just because he'd never dream that was what she would do. That's believable and sort o' more interesting, innit?"
"Eso es cierta. Y los hombres que te dicen lo que está pasando en Guatemala. Qué dicen ahora? " Marty asks.
"All the news out o' home is bad," the Princess says. "First, they showed us videos: airplanes droppin' firebombs on villages and burnin' up the houses and the kiddies. People marchin' in the city and soldiers mowin' 'em down rapid fire with machine guns and even planes. Then they tell us the shelves are empty in the shops. People were down to eatin' tortillas and frijoles but now the frijoles are too expensive and too hard to find. The Presidenta gave the campesinos land and the Army chased them away, killed half of 'em and gave the land back to the ladinos. It goes on and on. Then they attacked Belize and lost a whole lot of soldiers there. They were our neighbours now they're our enemies. On and on. But . . ."
"Qué ?" Marty says.
"I've go' a scoop . . . special for you lot," the Princess says. "Me bessie Antony always loves when I do this."
"Quién es Antony?" Marty asks.
"He's the top entertainment reporter for Topzine," the Princess says. "He loves when I give him a scoop!"
"Quieres decir una primicia? Algunas noticias que nadie más conoce? " Marty says.
"Sí," the Princess says. " You're the first in America to know this I think. Well, I was, but you're next. You and all your listeners."
"Qué ?" Marty says.
"We've got a leader now," says the Princess. "It's what we've needed. He's the Presidenta's cousin. He was a General but he's been hiding in the jungle with his bessies since the Presidenta was murdered. They've been trainin' and gettin' ready. Now they're ready and we're gonna use the Freedom Fund ta fill 'em full o' food, clothes, medicines, guns, bullets, rockets: anything they need. The leader is named Xihualtepec, like the Presidenta was: so they call him 'Comandante X'. I have a video of him saying that the junta are all traitors and he's going to put them against the wall for fusilamiento. And may God speed that day! First, they're goin' up to Belize to help the people there win their freedom and then the Belize people will help us win ours."
"Ahora te gustaría recivir algunas llamadas de los oyentes?" Marty says.
"I'd love it!" says the Princess. "Let's hear from them."
"Primo de Bronx. Teodoro?" Marty says.
"Sí," Teodoro says. "Princesita. Solo quiero decir que admiro tu coraje. A tu edad, lo que estas haciendo. Haciendo frente a una dictadura brutal. Rezo por ti y por los guatemaltecos."
"Muchas gracias, señor," the Princess replies. "Pisto es importante pero oraciones igalmente. No m'admira. Ayuda a los chapinos. Puedo hago tan poco. Vosotros, la fuerza, hagan todo. For the English people listening, I said money is important but we need prayers equally. Don't admire me, help the Guatemalan people. I can do so little. You, the power of the mobilised youth, do everything."
"Siguiente, Marcelina?" Marty says.
"Little Princess, aren't you scared?" Marcelina asks. "Wouldn't those soldiers try to do something to you?"
"No," the Princess says. "I thank God and Mother Mary that I am safe in America to do this work. If I had to do this in Guatemala, I'd last all of five minutes. I know nothing they can do to me is worse than what they're doin' to all people of all ages in Guatemala. So why do I deserve any better? If they cry, I can cry too."
"Y siguiente, Paul?" Marty says.
"Bue-nas di-as, prin-cessa. Co-mo es-tas?" says Paul.
"Oh, there's a Spanish language student!" the Princess says. "We can see one comin' for kilos! It's OK. You can ask in English. It's me first language."
"What do you really want in Guatemala?" Paul asks. "What's the solution there?"
"Easy Manchester caviar that one!" the Princess says. "But yet someone needs to say it out clear like that, 'cos it's so obvious people can miss it. First, there's Comandante X's solution: stand the junta in front of a wall and shoot them down. They dunno' deserve to live. That will make the people free. Then we canno’ get the Presidenta back from Heaven, where I'm sure she is, but have another election. Maybe Comandante X can stand in place of his cousin. He - or somebody - can help the poor, the black people, the Mayans, the campesinos and the trabajadores like the Presidenta did. Give them land, food, enough money, medicine, schools, water, toilets, everything they really need. So they can live like we do. That would be a beautiful thing. Everyone would come back to Guatemala and live happily like we used to."
"Que hermoso sueño, princesita!" Marty says. What a beautiful dream!
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“No esta un sueño, Marty. Esta un plan d’accion!” says the Princess. “Why dream it if ya can do it?”
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Ok ok I know I should go to bed but my mind’s in Nostalgia Land and did anyone else always get them sticker books where the stickers were reusable?? And they were characters like the powderpuff girls etc? And I think a lot of them were dress up
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