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“Do you have any idea the psychological torture I have endured being nice to you?”

Floki (to Athelstan)

#looks directly at anna and hits reblog

lyannas

#gifs

lilith-nocturna

Fabulous!!!

#gifs #useful content indeed

you’re all precious and important???

#/gently pauses for the evening #good night God bless & much love #I shall see ye all tomorrow #thank you for playing with me and being good friends.#honestly you're all swell.

also finally solidified this one’s backstory

so in the near future I might use that handy dandy plot template to ask for some help in making him some proper connections for past and futureeee.

#/ooc

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Tea Talk {tagged: Angus}

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“I’ll ‘ave t’get t’em stockings fer Christmas,” Angus smiled behind his tea knowingly. The pups were beautiful–fitting guardians for Lani, really. She seemed much more herself these days, but prior to the weeks following April, Angus had been concerned about her. She’d been so quiet in comparison to before–not just vocally, but…spiritually, if he was allowed to have an opinion on the matter. Sometimes he thought he was. Regardless, the dogs (and Nab, and her friends) had kept by her side. And now she flourished again. All speculation, but Angus felt he knew a thing or two–poetically, at least, in the descriptors of others.

There was a snort of laughter and quiet applause from the young-old poet-god, his hands clasping with a wring of fiendish glee following her declarations. “Ye would be t’e one t’speak up! I’m not surprised, but I amimpressed. Ye were what–in ‘igh school?” His eyes danced with laughter. “Maybe ye’ll be teachin’ folks yerself someday. Besides t’e ‘ula, I mean, and don’t get me wrong–that’s fabulous, too. But if y’ask me, and I’m not sayin’ ye ought to–but ye’ve got quite t’e talent fer stating much-needed trut’s.”

“Middle school. But I will be honest and say it happened again in high school. Didn’t get detention that time, though. The teacher budged, just a little.” Aolani was grateful to her parents; most wouldn’t have delved into everything she needed to know at thirteen, much less even touch upon the resources available to her. But they were of the opinion that they needed to do everything on their part to make sure their daughter was as informed as possible. So naturally, she became irritated when others were denied the same courtesy in class meant to provide that very information. “Thanks, Angus. I’ll give your compliments to my parents and the other women in my family.”

She’d considered going into teaching in an academic setting, once. But the idea was eventually defeated by the lure of field and lab research. “Maybe one day, after I’ve conquered the realm of botany. I’ll have my PhD by then, maybe two. So once I got my credentials, I could potentially transfer to a classroom. Now, back to you. How’s that holiday shopping going? You mentioned having gotten some gifts already. Hopefully that means you’ve also treated yourself to something nice.”

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“And by t’e time ye reached college, I’m sure it was a pleasure t’ave ye in class.” Angus’s smile crinkled his eyes, the laughter lines creating spiderwebs of mirth on his face behind his cup as he finished his fifth tea of the--past few hours, anyway. Thin fingers tapped a merry tune against his cup as he watched Lani, other hand still resting under his pointed chin. “I would like t’meet yer family someday. I’ve ‘eard yer--aunt, is it?--is nobody t’be trifled wit’ as well. Must run in the family.” The fey man smirked at her knowingly, running a hand through his dark curls as he settled back in his seat with a lackadaisical sprawl befitting the beatnik he appeared to be today. Better than a deadbeat, he supposed--or a dead poet, or a shabby hobo--was it hipster?--beatnik would do, in a pinch.

Nodding appreciatively, Angus folded his hands on his middle and watched Lani with fond eyes. That’s right. She was going to have a proper doctorate and everything. It was unbelievable. She was, in some way, going to change and/or save the world. He always felt that about her. He felt that way about a few people. But none who so ardently put their heart and soul into it as Lani did. Literal firepower.

“Och, just small t’ings,” Angus protested, holding up his hands in a meek surrender. “Not’in’ elaborate fer anyone t’is year, I’m afraid--” or any, really, but he tried. “Tisn’t t’e season fer spoilin’ meself anyway,” he chided, wagging a finger at her. “’oo needs t’when one ‘as gifts like yer delightful company, besides?”

#Pips: no don't touch me I am the Green Man aND THE NIGHT

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Tea Talk {tagged: Angus}

“Och, well, I’m obligated t’be a cat person due t’me friendships wit’ certain parties. But I do love me a puppy now and again.” He’d had a few hounds in his day, but like most things in his life, they were mercurial friends at best. He smiled at Lani over the top of one of several coffee cups, sipping his oolong with a contented sigh.

“Did ye really,” Angus snorted, putting the cup down and propping a hand under his chin–prepared to fully dedicate all of his scattered attention to Lani and Lani alone (despite the blue of that one woman’s sweater being trulyappealing and the leaves blowing outside calling him to dance). “T’is one I’ve GOT t’ear.”

“I started out as a cat person for the same reasons, eventually dogs and bunnies were added. Stop by soon – Rocky and Buttons aren’t pups anymore, but they’d love to see you again. And yes, I did.” Lani shifted around in her chair with a proud, nostalgic smile. “The only class material that applied to everyone was the stuff about STDs and STIs. Everything else, much like the textbook, was catered to boys. Now, my parents talked to me about pretty much everything. So, when things like basic female anatomy, contraceptives for women, and things like Planned Parenthood weren’t addressed, I asked about them. Just because I knew about them already didn’t mean others in the class did, too. Teacher brushed me off.”

A pause to sip her tea.

“So I asked why those topics were either barely mentioned or absent from the book, or covered by supplemental materials and class discussion. I was basically ignored again, so I kept pushing. I ended up with a week’s detention for ‘defying authority’ and ‘instigating’, the school ended up with my angry parents sitting in the principal’s office.” Lani finished her story with a sweet smile.

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“I’ll ‘ave t’get t’em stockings fer Christmas,” Angus smiled behind his tea knowingly. The pups were beautiful--fitting guardians for Lani, really. She seemed much more herself these days, but prior to the weeks following April, Angus had been concerned about her. She’d been so quiet in comparison to before--not just vocally, but...spiritually, if he was allowed to have an opinion on the matter. Sometimes he thought he was. Regardless, the dogs (and Nab, and her friends) had kept by her side. And now she flourished again. All speculation, but Angus felt he knew a thing or two--poetically, at least, in the descriptors of others.

There was a snort of laughter and quiet applause from the young-old poet-god, his hands clasping with a wring of fiendish glee following her declarations. “Ye would be t’e one t’speak up! I’m not surprised, but I am impressed. Ye were what--in ‘igh school?” His eyes danced with laughter. “Maybe ye’ll be teachin’ folks yerself someday. Besides t’e ‘ula, I mean, and don’t get me wrong--that’s fabulous, too. But if y’ask me, and I’m not sayin’ ye ought to--but ye’ve got quite t’e talent fer stating much-needed trut’s.”

#I'm v proud of u

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look

i never claimed to think things out well

especially when i’m hungry

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The sweet, citrus-y taste of regret.

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#behold the grim reaper

“Hugs!” Lani beamed, suppressing a small chuckle at the near-consequences of Angus’ enthusiasm. She’d had many of those days where she almost hit or spilled something on someone, herself. “And puppies. You can never go wrong with those. Unless you’re more of a cat person. Now that’s interesting. I hope your students are paying attention. Whether they’re younger or ancient, sex ed’s definitely changed a lot. Fun story, I got detention for calling out my sex ed teacher in middle school.”

“Did ye really,” Angus snorted, putting the cup down and propping a hand under his chin--prepared to fully dedicate all of his scattered attention to Lani and Lani alone (despite the blue of that one woman’s sweater being truly appealing and the leaves blowing outside calling him to dance). “T’is one I’ve GOT t’ear.”

#aolani-tow

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mabel-tow answered your question:

…/muffled screaming on your behalf

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#CASEY WHY

I JUST WANTED A HEALTHY SNACK!!!

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I just think of the “I SAID A HEALTHY SNACK” vine

#it's not worth it hon #IT'S NOT WORTH IT

“Angus!” Her laughter was warm, much like his embrace, and accompanied by an equally enthusiastic hug in return. It seemed, whenever she ran into Angus, he was always in high spirits. His energetic personality could brighten anyone’s gloomy day, Lani would bet money on that – if she gambled. “Ah, the old adage.” She replied, settling down in the chair across from him. “I’m great! Seasonal drinks are here, my family's well, and I get to have tea with you. How have you been? Tell me everything."

“Seasonal drinks are a definite perk,” the fey man agreed, the laughter in his eyes catching the light of the dancing electric icicles lining the cafe’s interior. Outside, the world was cold and dull with an edge of foretold snow, but whenever Lani was present, all was sunshine, in his humble opinion. Nab was a lucky lad, and Lani, well--she was twice blessed. Again; just the modest opinion of a man who knew it didn’t matter. In the end, love was love, and he’d rejoice in it regardless. But their love--that was special, and close to his own heart.

“I’m so glad yer family is well,” Angus added warmly, lifting his own cup of tea to Lani in a toast to their health. “I’m well! Just oddly busy, fer me.” His eyes smiled. “I’ve been teachin’ a wee bit at t’e school. Sex ed, o’ all t’ings. Doin’ a bituv ‘oliday shoppin’, forcin’ a moody friend t’not be a Grinch about t’e season, and now, I’m spendin’ time wit’ a most radiant and rollickin’ sunbeam.” He spread his arms, nearly splashing tea on a passerby. “What more could anyone need?”

#aolani-tow

“Is this seat taken?” Lani asked, smiling her signature ear-to-ear smile (colder weather be damned). Steam from her spiced cider tea (perfect for her day off - or any day, really) drifted upwards in wispy plumes of warmth, while gloved hands wrapped tightly around the container itself, doing their best to stave off the winter chill. Hopefully, she hadn’t interrupted Angus while he worked. “I’d love to join you. But if you’re busy, don’t worry. I won’t make a sound.”

Head jolting out of his books and papers with a bounce of wild dark curls, Angus brightened at the sight of Lani, shoving his own chair away from the table (and one for her in the process) in the cafe and getting to his feet.

“Lani!” crowed the poet, throwing his arms around his favorite pseudo-son’s consort in a brief hug that was mostly warmth with a dash of ink (or vice-versa). “What a pleasant surprise! Aren’t ye a welcome firework in a cold bleak sky.” He motioned for her to sit, enthusiastically shoving his writing aside for her to make room on the cafe table.

“Please--’ow are ye? Get comfortable! ‘Ow’s life been treatin’ ye? T’is stuff can wait,” Angus added, waving a hand. “I’m meant to be grading as it is, anyway. ‘Tis Friday. Procrastination, t’y name is Angus.”

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