carrotsarelies
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The time I publicly destroyed a bigot in Starbucks
This might sound fake but I assure you, my life is stranger than fiction.
Me, minding my own beeswax: I’ll get a large warm milk please!
Some guy: under his breath Warm milk? Get a life.. they don’t even sell that here
Barista: Actually yeah we do sell warm milk, does that bother you?
Some guy: Rolls eyes imagine actually drinking that
Me: I don’t have to imagine grabs my warm milk and takes a good sassy swig
The guy: Notices my ace pin Oh so you’re an aceggot? So you just don’t get laid? That figures
Me: Yup, I’m a proud “aceggot” and that has nothing to do with my preferences in beverages
Woman behind me: Did you seriously just call that person an aceggot? What kind of world are we living in!?
Me: Yep, I’m used to it though.. That’s what you get for being openly asexual it seems!
The guy: I’m literally a gay man and I won’t let you Jesus freak aces shame me for having gay sx, people like you are hurting my community. I’m gonna go have SX with my boyfriend
Me: Uhhhh buddy you were the one shaming me for buying warm milk and now you’re shoving the image of s*x down a sex repulsed ace’s throat… Not a good look. And yes, I’m a proud Jesus freak!
Woman: I’ve been an out asexual woman since the 80s and let me tell you, mr. Gay, we have done nothing but further acceptance for your community and carry your community on our backs.
Me: You have the nerve to talk down to an asexual elder? Really?
Barista: Throws water on the bigoted guy
Barista: Well… I might lose my job for this but at least I can say it was worth it
Me: picks up my warm milk and pours it on his head
Bigot: I HATE ASEXUALS AND ASEXUALITY. YOU ARE NOT EVEN HUMAN.
Me: loudly and proudly Another warm milk please, on the house! I think I’m owed it
Barista: You know it!
Bigot: storms out crying
Because my last post about this didn't get much traction, I'll say it in a text post.
There is an upcoming global strike for Palestine. February 18th to the 25th. Talk about Palestine and other injustices, call your representatives and email them, boycott companies and limit spending during the week. Get your grocery shopping in now and only buy essentials during the week, please. Limit interaction on posts other than injustices around the world. If you can, skip work or school, though this is a privilege not everyone has.
Edit: It is 18th-25th not 18th-24th!! If you've already reblogged this, please reblog this version instead, edits don't show on past reblogs
reblog if your name isn't Amanda.
2,121,566 people are not Amanda and counting!
We’ll find you Amanda.
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(ʘ‿ʘ✿) “what you say ‘bout me”
(ʘ‿ʘ)ノ✿ “hold my flower”
yeah we might be brothers in christ but so were cain and abel so shut the fuck up before i decide to find a rock about it
THE SP FANPACK
Alrighty, since we don't have one of these that I've seen before, here is a link to a Google Drive with some essential resources for fic writers in this fandom. This started out as just the SP timeline spite project to show up Landy but it sort of. Spiralled wildly out of control because I deal with tanking mental health by hyperfocusing on projects I can control down to extreme details ayyyyy
This fandom is generally a toxic hell-pit in my experience and this project is intended to make everyone's time here a little better. So yes, I am okay with everyone using these resources, including the people I have blocked, and the people who have blocked me, on two conditions. Be civil and credit me/link back to the Fanpack GDrive so others can use it too. If you see this on someone else's blog and are wondering if I'd mind you, specifically, using it - as long as you follow those two rules, you go right ahead. Enjoy.
Contains:
The SP Timeline - now available either in a single doc or in separate era-specific docs for ease of searching. If you have an OC who was included in the books, and you'd like me to include their birthdate/birth year, let me know.
Character Gallery - useful both for quickly looking up canon descriptions and for realising that Landy apparently has like three (3) physical descriptions total at his disposal. I added this while working on the SP Faces project, because I could not remember anything about any of the minor characters, and wanted a quick reference on hand.
Sanctuaries Overview - in case anyone wants to write a fic set outside Ireland. Now you can quickly reference who's running your chosen country, and who's working for that Sanctuary.
SP Faces - A folder of character headshots. These are all just my versions at the minute, but if you'd like to have yours added, let me know! Good for if you're like me, and suck at picturing characters in your head.
If you think of a resource you'd like to have available, or you've already made one you'd like to have included, shoot me a message. I don't get paid for this, so I won't guarantee anything, but the next time I have a breakdown I might end up churning out whatever it is you want to see. ✌🏼
I have Ko-Fi now, if you like my content
Handbook Teaser
SP Faces: Skulduggery's Family Edition 2.0
Top: Carver Gallant, Skulduggery Pleasant, Confelicity Divine
Second Row: Francis Gadabout, Petulance Ruin, Uther Peccant
Third Row: Bayard Muchly, Sophrosyne Grace
Bottom Row: Apricity Delight, Respair Kempt
In the Handbook, all Skug's siblings have fully-fleshed-out backstories and personalities, and they all get a little section about their personal history. I have kept almost nothing from the Grimoire's "Abrogate Raze" sections, because like 98% of that storyline sucked ass. Also, some names changed, either for brainrot reasons - "Fransic Catawampus" is the stupidest fucking name in the entire series, fight me Lardo - or to fit the personalities I gave them.
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THE SP FANPACK
Alrighty, since we don't have one of these that I've seen before, here is a link to a Google Drive with some essential resources for fic writers in this fandom. This started out as just the SP timeline spite project to show up Landy but it sort of. Spiralled wildly out of control because I deal with tanking mental health by hyperfocusing on projects I can control down to extreme details ayyyyy
This fandom is generally a toxic hell-pit in my experience and this project is intended to make everyone's time here a little better. So yes, I am okay with everyone using these resources, including the people I have blocked, and the people who have blocked me, on two conditions. Be civil and credit me/link back to the Fanpack GDrive so others can use it too. If you see this on someone else's blog and are wondering if I'd mind you, specifically, using it - as long as you follow those two rules, you go right ahead. Enjoy.
Contains:
The SP Timeline - now available either in a single doc or in separate era-specific docs for ease of searching. If you have an OC who was included in the books, and you'd like me to include their birthdate/birth year, let me know.
Character Gallery - useful both for quickly looking up canon descriptions and for realising that Landy apparently has like three (3) physical descriptions total at his disposal. I added this while working on the SP Faces project, because I could not remember anything about any of the minor characters, and wanted a quick reference on hand.
Sanctuaries Overview - in case anyone wants to write a fic set outside Ireland. Now you can quickly reference who's running your chosen country, and who's working for that Sanctuary.
SP Faces - A folder of character headshots. These are all just my versions at the minute, but if you'd like to have yours added, let me know! Good for if you're like me, and suck at picturing characters in your head.
If you think of a resource you'd like to have available, or you've already made one you'd like to have included, shoot me a message. I don't get paid for this, so I won't guarantee anything, but the next time I have a breakdown I might end up churning out whatever it is you want to see. ✌🏼
I have Ko-Fi now, if you like my content
“You’re on your own kid, you always have been…” ~You’re On Your Own Kid by Taylor Swift///Mary I and Henry VIII
Women in the life of Henry VIII
Check out my ongoing comic Crow Time. It has crows, and also neat pantheons of epic beasties.
Christopher was confirmed autistic at yalc, not ADHD - I literally asked the question
popping on to say if anyone read TMI source’s blog post about the yalc panel the Christopher information is wrong, I asked the question and the conversation was about autism, not ADHD. Christopher is confirmed autistic. I’m actually so frustrated at seeing the two confused especially as it’s lead to Christopher’s autism now being erased bc everyone will see the blog post.
alec & magnus in city of glass :,)
Kit x Ty Balcony oneshot
ackkk im so bad at writing my little intros to these so i apologize in advance lol
did i wait until new year's to post a oneshot that was requested weeks ago? yes, yes i did. in my defense. im shit at remembering to write stuff. on the bright side, i'm actually pretty proud of this one so....yeah.
anyways, my lovely friend @tys-kitty requested this a couple of weeks ago and I loved the idea so I had to write it!!! i believe it was inspired by a post by @aro-ace-cat-lady but i dont have the original post. whoops.
anyways, this is a KitTy first kiss *and sort of love confession* on the Chiswick balcony.
word count is abt 2k :D
make sure to reblog if you enjoyed it to help get this out to more people thank you very much. I am sending virtual hugs and kisses to all who take the time to reblog :)
if you want any more KitTy content from me, i have a playlist linked here as well as two oneshots of the reunion scene from sobh which are linked here and here. I ALSO TAKE REQUESTS FOR BOTH ONESHOTS AND PLAYLISTS.
anywayssss enjoy :DDDD
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Sometimes Kit felt like Blackthorn Hall seemed to be closing in on him. The shadows felt like they were growing, wrapping around him. Suffocating him. Despite everything that Emma and Julian had done to fix it up, there was just something about it…
If Kit was being honest, he kind of hated it here. It gave him shivers and made him feel like he was being watched from all directions. He couldn’t tell if it was because of Blackthorn Hall’s history, or because of the fact that it used to be haunted by a ghost, or because there was something demonic about it, lurking in the shadows…
Or maybe it was because of what happened last time he had been here with certain members of the Blackthorn family. And while yes, parts of that had been resolved, Kit still thought often about that stupid day in the kitchen with the stupid gun. And with Ty.
Speaking of Ty, he’d disappeared. He’d left the kitchen this morning at breakfast, giving some vague excuse to the rest of the Blackthorns and Tessa and Jem about some reading for the Scholomance, but Kit had a feeling that was bullshit. And now it was afternoon and Ty was nowhere to be seen. He didn’t reappear for training with Dru and Tavvy. Nor for lunch. And Kit wasn’t sure whether he should look for him or not. Was this normal for Ty?
It hit Kit yet again, as it always did, that he didn’t know Ty anymore. Once, he would’ve known without any hesitation where to find him, and whether or not he’d want to be found. Hell, he’d probably be with Ty already, wouldn’t have felt the need to look for him because he was already being included in Ty’s bubble.
Now…well…they couldn’t avoid each other. Not with everything that had been going on. But apparently they could still go without talking to each other beyond a basic level. Nothing beyond that. Ty wouldn’t even look at him. He’d been at Blackthorn Hall with his family all week, and he could count on one hand the amount of times Ty had even looked in his general direction.
Dru had been telling him he needed to fucking talk to Ty, but he kept holding it off. This was his chance, he might not get another one.
But he was so so scared. What could he even say to Ty? How could he explain to him how he felt? How could he even ask Ty what Ty was feeling? Did he even want to know what Ty was feeling? Kit feared it would hurt too much.
The door to Kit’s room opened and Dru strode in. She stalked right over to where he was lying on the bed, and she grabbed him by the ankle, yanking him off the bed swiftly. He landed on his ass on the ground, staring at her in confusion. She was glaring at him.
“Hey, what was that for??” He groaned, rubbing his hip. “That hurt, you know?”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re fine, Kit, don’t be so dramatic.”
Kit stuck his tongue out at her and she cracked a smile. She offered him a hand up and he took it.
“Okay, but seriously, why did you do that?”
“Kit.” She stared at him intently. “My dear friend. My darling friend. My favorite person. My—”
“Okaaayyy, get to the point, Dru,” He grumbled.
She sighed. “I can’t find him, okay? I’m worried. He seemed kind of upset earlier, but I didn’t wanna say anything…but when he didn’t come down for lunch…”
Kit didn’t reply. He just looked at her. “Fine. I’ll look.”
She smiled. “Thank you, Kit.”
He shrugged. “Sure.”
As he left the room she called after him, “And remember what we’ve talked about! Communication!!”
He decided it would be in his best interest to ignore her snarky comment and continued on.
He immediately went to the balcony at Blackthorn Hall, because he didn’t know where else to find him. And oddly enough….there he was.
Ty’s back was to Kit, but Kit could see Ty’s shoulders stiffen as he stepped closer. Ty could clearly tell that he was there. But he didn’t turn around.
An awkward silence settled over them both. Kit stared at Ty’s back as Ty continued to pretend like he wasn’t there. He was running through things to say in his head but nothing came to mind.
“Do you need something?” Ty finally said, straightening. He still didn’t turn around.
“Yes—I mean—No. I mean—” Kit couldn’t seem to find the words. “I just…wanted to make sure you were alright.”
Finally Ty turned to him. He wouldn’t meet Kit’s eyes but he nodded. “I’m fine. You can leave now.”
Kit bit his lip. He should’ve expected this, this harsh dismissal. After everything, he shouldn’t have expected anything else.
But he didn’t want that to be it. This was his chance. To try to fix everything.
So he took a step forward.
Ty furrowed his brows. “I said you can leave me alone now.”
“I heard you, Ty,” Kit said softly. He took another step closer. He leaned against the balcony railing next to Ty. “But I think I’m going to stay out here, with you. To keep you company.”
Ty chewed on his lip, his expression torn. He looked confused, and kind of…nervous. “Are you—have you…um. Nevermind.”
“Hmm?” Kit asked, his heart starting to beat a little faster, anxious to know what Ty wanted to say.
“Nothing, sorry,” Ty said. Kit glanced over and noticed that Ty’s hands were clenched on the railing.
Fuck it, here was his chance.
“Ty.”
Ty turned his head a little quicker than Kit suspected he meant to. “Yes?”
“I forgive you,” Kit said softly. Now it was him who couldn’t meet Ty’s eyes. His stomach was all fluttery as he waited for Ty’s response.
“What?”
“A while ago, you asked me how long it would take for me to forgive you and I told you I didn’t know,” Kit continued, closing his eyes as he remembered that horrible day, remembered his harsh words to Ty. He’d still been angry then. Still been hurt. Still felt like it was impossible to love or be loved. Now he realized how wrong he’d been. He knew now that he still loved Ty, just like he had when they were fifteen. Like he always would. His anger had subsided and all he felt when he thought back to those interactions was regret. He wished he’d been there for Ty when Ty had needed him most. “Well, now I know.”
“Kit.”
Kit turned slowly to face Ty. “Yeah?”
Ty reached out and grasped Kit’s hands. “You had every right to hate me. I know that now. I shouldn’t have expected you to forgive me. You still have every right to hate me.”
“But I don’t,” Kit blinked. “I don’t hate you. I could never hate you, Ty. I—”
“Don’t say it,” Ty said. “Please.”
Kit froze. His hands dropped from Ty’s. If he was honest, he hadn’t expected Ty to say it back. At least not in the way he wanted Ty to. But it still stung, not even being allowed to get the words out.
Ty peered at Kit’s face, and his own face fell. “I’ve offended you, haven’t I?”
“No, no you’re fine,” Kit said, aware how hollow his voice sounded. But he couldn’t help it. He was embarrassed all over again. “I can’t expect you to reciprocate, can I? Some things just aren’t meant to be—”
Ty’s brows furrowed. He looked confused. Then his expression became one of determination.“No, sometimes, I think they are.”
And then Ty grabbed Kit gently, and pulled him in for a kiss.
Every emotion flooded through Kit at once. This was the last thing he’d expected from this conversation. But now here he was, Ty grabbing him by the shirt, their lips pressed together—
And his entire brain was malfunctioning. He couldn’t form coherent thoughts. All he knew is that he liked it (perhaps too much) and that he was kissing Ty back. He didn’t touch Ty, instead he gripped the balcony behind him, letting Ty take the lead. He only wanted whatever Ty wanted; nothing more, nothing that could be out of Ty’s comfort zone.
Kit had expected Ty to be more hesitant, but he wasn’t. He seemed almost desperate, like he was afraid Kit would push him away. And though Kit had kissed boys before, this was different. This was Ty. And any other person he’d ever kissed was completely and utterly forgettable to him in comparison to Ty. In fact, he had forgotten them. All he could think was Ty.
Then he heard the sound of someone coming onto the balcony. A voice followed the sound. “Kit, are you out here—”
Ty and Kit broke apart and turned to the voice. It was Tessa….with a sleeping Mina in her arms.
Tessa was staring at them, surprised. Her surprise turned into a small smile.
“Am I interrupting anything?”
Ty let go of Kit’s shirtfront and Kit straightened up. “Um, no. Hi…”
“Hi, Kit,” Tessa said, outright smirking now. Kit’s cheeks flushed bright red and he noticed that Ty was looking everywhere but at Kit or Tessa. “Sorry about that. I was coming to ask if you wouldn’t mind putting Mina to bed for her nap…but you seem busy so I’ll do it. No worries.” She turned and started walking away. She called back over her shoulder with an amused voice, “You kids have fun, see you later. I’ll make sure no one bothers you.”
Kit wanted to crawl under a rock and hide. That was embarrassing to say the least.
Ty coughed.
Kit turned back to him. “I’m so sorry–”
Ty pulled him in for another kiss. This one was just a quick brush of lips but it was enough to shut Kit up and offer a sheepish smile.
“I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” Ty said, sounding almost surprised to hear the words come out of his mouth. “So that’s what all the fuss is about.”
Oh.
“It was better than I was expecting,” Ty mused. “Probably because it was you.”
“So that means—”
“I liked it, Kit,” Ty said, moving so that he was leaning on the balcony next to Kit. He brushed his hand against Kit’s ever so slightly. “I like you. I never understood what people meant by that until you. But now, I understand what that means. I understand that feeling.”
Kit rubbed his other hand over his burning face to try and bring the color out of it. “I—I don’t know what to say.”
Ty turned to him. “Yes, you do. You’re just afraid to because I cut you off earlier. But I only did that because I wanted you to know how I felt first.”
“Ty….” Kit said slowly. “Did you really mean it when you said that some things are meant to be?”
“Yes, of course,” Ty replied. “Of course I meant it. I always mean what I say, especially when it comes to you. It’s taken me a lot longer to get there, but I know how I feel now. And I would never even consider lying to you about those feelings, because they involve you too. And because I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I love you, Ty,” Kit said after a moment of processing Ty’s words. “I’ve always loved you, ever since we were kids. I never stopped. And I never will.”
Ty rubbed his eyes, and Kit realized Ty was crying a little bit.
“Can I hug you?”
Ty nodded, and Kit slid his arms around Ty’s shoulders. Ty held onto Kit tightly. They stood like that for a long time, even after Ty had stopped crying. Kit suspected that Ty was trying to make up for three years wasted. And he was completely fine with that. Nothing was better than the feeling of Ty’s arms around him, knowing that Ty felt something for him. He didn’t want to call it love necessarily, because it was Ty’s decision to call it that and he hadn’t yet, but it was something. And Kit would take something.
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thanks for reading, lovely human!! plz reblog, like, and comment if you enjoyed!!!
Ukrainian Cyrillic Lesson for the RTC Fandom
So,, y'all do realize that the word for "Poet" in Ukrainian is the same in english, yes? поет, if read aloud, is read as "poet"
for reference, here's the Ukrainian alphabet
А - A
Б - B
В - V
Г - H
Ґ - G
Д - D
Е - E
Є - Ye
Ж - Zh
З - Z
И - Y
І - I
Ї - Yi
Й - J
К - K
Л - L
М - M
Н - N
О - O
П - P
Р - R
С - S
Т - T
У - U
Ф - F
Х - Kh
Ц - Ts
Ч - Ch
Ш - Sh
Щ - Shch
Ю - Yu
Я - Ya
But if you want some other useful words, in Ukrainian, "Poem" translates to "Virsh" !! And the Ukrainian word for "Novelist" is "Romanist" or "романіст" !!! "кохана" or "kohana" means lover
hey, pssst. ride the cyclone fans.
you totally shouldn’t click on this link because it totally won’t take you to a google drive folder which totally doesn’t have a full copy of the 2016 production of Ride The Cyclone which definitely isn’t in full 1080p
because that would just be terrible
I couldn’t figure out if I was in love with/attracted to my best friend or if I just really liked the best friends to lovers trope
okay alloaros let's play a game, shall we? start as follows, and reblog this post with your own answer(s)! I'll start 🍍
"I should've known I was alloaro when..."
I once described my ideal relationship as just having a close friend who I'm comfortable fucking around with, figuratively and literally lol.
to every wlw/sapphic who sees this, and runs an active blog:
please reblog this if aro sapphics can interact with your blog. it's crazy that I have to say this (again), but it's extremely hard finding aro-positive wlw blogs, without coming across something even mildly negative towards aro sapphics.
doing it this way, I have a better idea of where to get my daily dose of sapphic content. thanks for your cooperation 🌻
from your local, tired, aro (aphrodite) lesbian,
-Y.
“You need to stop seeing [Villain].”
“Well I can’t exactly stand them up, now can I? That would be rude.”
The hero was walking around, getting ready for their hang-out session with the villain, while their colleague annoyingly trailed behind them.
“Am I the only one who sees how insane this is? They’re a villain.”
“Plaid or graphic tee?” the hero asked, holding up a shirt in each hand.
“I should hardly think that matters.”
“You’re right. It’s not like our clothes will be staying on very long anyways.” The hero grinned at the way the other superhero flushed.
Still, their colleague pressed on. “How is this not a conflict of interest?”
The hero shrugged. “We compartmentalize,” they said, pulling on the plaid shirt. “Enemies in the streets – ”
“You don’t need to finish that sentence.”
“ – fuckbuddies in the sheets.”
Their colleague sighed.
“Why, [Colleague], I never would have marked you for a prude.”
“Look, what you do in your personal life is your business …”
“Glad we’re agreed.”
“ … except when it puts the residents of this city at risk.”
The hero rolled their eyes. “Have you always been this dramatic?” They walked into the bathroom and picked up their toothbrush.
“You are vulnerable when you’re with [Villain].”
“And they’re vulnerable with me. That’s kind of how intimacy works.” They applied toothpaste and started brushing.
Their colleague shook their head, leaning against the doorframe. “I don’t get it. Why are you so insistent on staying with them?”
The hero peered at their reflection and smiled. There were lots of reasons.
Things were open between the hero and villain, and they both had other partners. But none of the hero’s other friends with benefits had both Smash Bros and DDR. And none of them could do that thing with their tongue where …
Well, let’s just say the villain was a very talented individual.
Plus …
“[Villain] is literally the only other aroallo person I know,” they said, after spitting out their toothpaste.
The hero’s other partners accepted them, and didn’t expect anything romantic from them. But none of them quite got it the way the villain did.
Their colleague looked away. “I’m sure that’s very valuable for you …”
“Yeah, it is. You have no idea how much.” The hero wiped their mouth. “You’ve never felt the loneliness of thinking you’re the only person like yourself in the whole goddamn world.”
Their colleague looked up, meeting their gaze with a grim expression. “You’re right. I can’t imagine what that’s like.”
The hero let out a breath. “But you still think I’m being selfish.”
“Yes.”
The hero nodded. They could appreciate the honesty, at least.
“I’m about to start pissing,” they said, gesturing to the toilet. “So if you don’t mind …”
Their colleague straightened. “I’ll go wait in the other room.”
“It might be best if you just let yourself out. [Villain] will be here pretty soon to pick me up.”
Their colleague didn’t look happy, but they gave a single nod. “We’ll talk about this another time.”
“Can’t wait.”
When they heard the front door shut behind their colleague, the hero’s shoulders loosened, and they let out a sigh.
They could see where their colleague was coming from. Really. But they just didn’t understand the villain like the hero did.
And, frankly, it was none of their business.
The hero stared at themself in the mirror for a moment, then patted their cheeks a couple times. They had an amazing evening ahead of them, they just had to focus on that.
And try not to let the rest of it bother them.
“So you’ve heard, then?”
“That our parents want us to get married? Yes, I’ve heard.”
The protagonist lounged in their travelling tent, a glass of wine in hand. They were, in their mind, the very picture of regal despondency.
“You don’t seem happy about it,” said the protagonist’s friend – their fiancé, now, they supposed.
“Are you?”
Their friend meandered further into the tent, looking over the protagonist’s books. “I don’t know. I guess if I have to be with someone …” A shrug. “It may be my best option for it to be you.”
“Your passion is overwhelming,” the protagonist deadpanned.
Their friend gave a wan smile. “I’m just trying to face facts.”
“Do you love me?”
Their friend looked up in surprise.
It normally would have been embarrassing, to ask such a question so bluntly. But now, more than ever, was the time to have all their cards on the table.
To their friend’s credit, they didn’t shy away. “No,” they said. “Or … yes. But not how you mean.”
The protagonist took in a breath. “Explain.”
Their friend settled onto the sedan across from them, and was silent. The protagonist thought for a moment that they wouldn’t answer at all. But then they said, “If I could love anyone like that, it would be you.”
“But you can’t.”
Their friend cast their eyes over. “I’ve long suspected you of being the same.”
The protagonist leaned back, staring at the tarp ceiling. “Somewhat. I don’t feel romantic love, this is true. But I do feel …” They smiled to themself. “I find people sexually interesting, you could say.”
Their friend stilled. “Oh.”
“Do you think me a whore, for this?”
“No.” Their friend’s response was quick, and certain. It startled the protagonist.
A small lock of dread released in their heart. They smiled. “I’m glad to hear it.”
Their friend cleared their throat. “Do you find me … interesting?”
The protagonist raised their brows. But, well, fair enough. Cards on the table.
“Yes,” they said, in all honesty.
Their friend nodded, seeming to pay close attention to the woven rugs splayed on the grass.
“I take it the feeling is not mutual.”
Their friend rubbed the back of their neck. “Do you think me cold, for not being able to feel any of it?”
“Never.”
Their friend nodded again.
But that did leave one question …
“Marriages usually involve sex,” the protagonist said. They placed their wine on the end table, leaning forward. “How were you planning to deal with that?”
Their friend shrugged. “Every station comes with its chores, I suppose.”
Horror washed over the protagonist.
“The wedding isn’t happening,” they said, bursting upwards. “I will speak with my father, I will – ”
“You will bring your country to ruin,” their friend said, rising to meet them. “Your kingdom needs this alliance even more than mine.”
“I will not take someone who is unwilling.”
Their friend stepped closer, and took the protagonist’s hand. “I would be willing.”
“Would you? Would you truly?”
Their friend faltered.
“I could not do that,” the protagonist said. “Not to anyone.” They squeezed their friend’s fingers. “And never to you.”
“So what, then?” Their friend met their gaze. “You’ll resign yourself to a life of celibacy? Because this marriage is happening, whether we like it or not.”
Now it was the protagonist’s turn to falter for words.
They both stayed like that for a time, stuck.
Then, a light flicked on in their friend’s eyes. “What if we got married, but as friends?”
The protagonist huffed out a laugh. “That’s an oxymoron, if I’ve ever heard one.”
“No, I’m serious.” Their friend took their other hand. “A marriage in name, but in practice …”
They dropped down to one knee, grinning. “[Protagonist], will you do me the honour of being my friend?”
The protagonist had to smile, in spite of themself. “What are you even suggesting?”
“We do the ceremony. Our kingdoms join. But we have separate beds. Separate rooms, even. And you can have a harem, with as many interesting people as you’d like. And I …” Their smile changed from scheming to sincere. “I get to spend the rest of my life with my best friend.”
The protagonist blinked. The idea sounded crazy, but …
“It could work.”
The next day, the two of them informed their parents the betrothal was happily accepted.
I really hope Tumblr can maintain the joke long enough that a fake movie we all fever-dreamed into existence has more fanworks about it than the fourth highest grossing movie of all time.
Hello, dear comrade/occasional visitor!
Some time ago I watched the HBO Chernobyl series and since then, this topic has become a subject of my greatest interest and passion.
Here, on tumblr, I met amazing people, with whom I have a great pleasure to discuss not only the series, but also the real events and consequences of the Chernobyl accident, as well as the personality of Valery Alekseevich Legasov.
Since most of the books on the subject of Chernobyl were written in Russian, I took the liberty of translating some of the most important and interesting (in my opinion) excerpts from these books.
Below I provide links to all my translations, I hope you find them just as interesting and worthy of attention as I do.
I would be glad to see your impressions / discussions under the posts.
Enjoy reading!
Childhood and youth of V.A. Legasov
How Valera Legasov wanted to change the Komsomol
Travelling around the country
Not only work
Steep passes
Something on Legasov’s dedication to the cause
Professor Legasov’s favorite pet
Memories of V.A. Legasov of B.E. Shcherbina
Boris Shcherbina on V.A.’s death
We trusted Legasov - N.I. Ryzhkov’s memories
Memories of N.T. Antoshkin
Everything inside me is burnt... - I.Kuzmin’s memories
An atmosphere of hostility and harassment was created
Not everyone liked the truth about Chernobyl
The academician's son is wanted
Review on the book Highlighted by Chernobyl. Part 1
Review on the book Highlighted by Chernobyl. Part 2
Excerpt from «Highlighted by Chernobyl»
Smth important in my opinion
Inga Legasova’s reminisces
Inga Legasova on April 26, 2021
Academician Valera
Valery Legasov’s Moscow Adventure
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Bonus part
School No 56 tour in 3 parts (august 2021)
Science doesn’t tolerate loneliness (an interview with Legasov)
The Saga of the Peaceful Atom (NEW!)
Boris Shcherbina after Valery Legasov’s death...
“On the evening of July 22, 1988, B.E. Shcherbina called, apologized for being silent for a long time: “I was very busy at the XIX party conference, I worked as a member of the editorial commission ...,” then added, “Valery was too great, I loved him more than all the people I knew, he gave all of himself to work, to Chernobyl. He burnt out." The statesman, the statist, Boris Evdokimovich Shcherbina (1919-1990) lived in a regime of inhuman tension, received a very large dose of radiation.
- M.M. Legasova, Academic Valery Alekseevich Legasov
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