Day 1- My love for you is true, I swear it is, it will just kill you in the end
I have been doing a writing challenge on AO3 this past week, and decided to begin cross-posting it. Basically I have to write everyday.
AO3 link to chapter one- here
Next part on tumblr- here
Word count- 700 words
It was through heavy research that Edwin had found the potion in the first place.
It was not too complex to make, however some of the ingredients tended to be pricier than the agency could afford, so Edwin did try to keep its usage to a minimum. It was a handy little potion though, capable of temporarily increasing one’s level of magical energy so they could do more demanding spells without easily tiring. It was a vital potion, one that meant the two of them could take more difficult magical cases with less worry.
It was helpful that Edwin quite enjoyed the taste as well. The side effects were minimal, even if what they did to him were things he kept from Charles.
What if I was wrong by never moving on I-
The idea came about because of Crystal.
It would be wrong to believe that there had never been music in the office, Charles and Edwin loved to dance, when there was a lull between cases and no desire to explore, the two would often set a record on the ancient victrola they had acquired and dance. Edwin loved music, in a way he couldn’t find himself to while listening to waltz music, or while playing the violin or piano. Charles’ music was upbeat and loud and, in your face, it was amazing.
Charles was amazing
Crystal had been using the office to study in, something she had begun to do shortly after they came back to London from Port Townsend. Edwin, despite his desire to, hadn’t pushed the issue. She at least kept quiet and wasn’t too much of an annoyance beyond moaning about her schoolwork.
For the past century Edwin had not had to worry about schoolwork, but with the Night Nurse’s new demands for a paper trail in their cases, it could be said he understood the sentiment.
The idea came from Crystal though, while she had been studying for one of her many exams, she had begun to hum a small tune, followed by whatever equation or series of names for hierarchies that she had to remember with a tempo and rhythm that resembled a song.
It was quite easy to take the idea from that.
Edwin had always hated how much he relied on his texts for his magic, how burdensome it could be for Charles to ensure he had the most important books safely stored away in his backpack for their cases. As evident by their encounter with the World War One ghost, then everything in Port Townsend, Edwin should not rely solely on Charles to keep them safe.
So much was changing so quickly.
So, it was easy, to translate the idea from Crystal into practice. He had always been musically gifted, always finding small ways to incorporate music into his life and style, steps and movements following an unheard tempo that had branded him a Mary-Ann.
Still, it reminded him of the first time he successfully cast a spell, when he had gotten through the tune and a small flame appeared at his fingertips. Emotions flooded through him, relief being chief among them. He wasn’t sure it’d work.
It wasn’t what Charles meant, when he asked him to learn how to defend himself, but it was close enough, wasn’t it? Not having to rely on texts that could get ruined or lost or, any number of things really. It had to be enough, to show Charles that he listened to him when he spoke. Charles was probably the only person who Edwin would willingly listen to at any rate, a fact that the other boy somehow failed to notice.
Edwin would protect Charles, and Charles would protect him.
Crystal and Charles were getting closer, and sometimes, maybe, Edwin worried that he was keeping Charles from his afterlife, or even just, where he truly wanted to be.
There is no one else, no one else, I would go to Hell for.
He should not have been so naïve as to believe his confession would change nothing at the agency.
Edwin also, perhaps, couldn’t help but wonder if he should have stayed in Hell, if that would have freed Charles to his.
I think the reason why panic at the disco didnt age as well is you listen to all these catchy songs as a middle schooler but then you go out into the world and try a shot of liquor or have sex or go dancing and see a drag queen somewhere and youre like oh okay cool and suddenly a 17 year old recently-ex mormon's approximations of those things just dont have the same kick. My chemical romance on the other hand? I've never met a vampire so idk. I think they got most things right though.
we can all say after the fact that we cared for our friend who committed or disappeared or whatever. we can even mean it when we say it. we can think about them. but did we ever act on it? did we ever even make them feel like we were there? "nobody would care if i disappeared" is not a literal phrase. of course they know that people would care. what the phrase conveys is a deep sense of alienation that can't be mended by implying stupidity on their part.
there should be a term for characters you personally don't care about but you defend them anyways because the way people treat them is really uncomfortable. like ok this is a very middle-of-the-road character for me but the fandom's either been super misogynistic, racist, etc. about them or harassed innocent people who try to genuinely explore that character warts and all, and i find that more annoying than the actual character.
the term should by 'my client', like you're a lawyer defending your client that you are completely indifferent to but you are obligated by your job (or your morals) to defend
This sounds like a shitpost but people should be allowed to be horny. As in, sexuality is just part of life for most people and there’s no reason for consensual sexual behavior to be punished. A celebrity getting “caught” at a sex club shouldn’t be a scandal. No one should be fired for having a fetlife profile outside of work. Nudes getting leaked shouldn’t be career-ending. Denying and hiding (consensual) sexual interests doesn’t make anyone more professional, it just makes everyone more repressed. And sterilizing ourselves to be better work drones isn’t productive, it’s just creepy. I’d rather my surgeon get absolutely railed on camera and come to work in a good mood, frankly.
i always think about how grace was dragged kicking and screaming on the hail mary, how he was told to give up his life because he didn't have anybody around, no friends, no family, no dog.
and then lightyears from earth, he found home. he found friends, family, he was able to teach again. and yeah, maybe being the savior of the stars was one of the reasons why the eridians gave him the biodome and everything to keep him alive but they could've easily just looked at him, seen the stakes of what he's facing (on the process of slowly dying when they arrived at Erid, the atmosphere would kill him immediately, the gravity makes him age faster, he doesn't even live that long compared to an eridian and he's already halfway through his life expectancy!) and went, yeah. he isn't worth the effort. and yet...
being sent on a mission so very far away from home and told over and over again that you won't survive. that this are your last moments on earth. only to arrive on a different planet years later to open arms (5 of them!) and being told "You're home! You're home! Welcome back!!"
its really important to me that people understand that when ilya calls hayden “15th best metro” he is fully joking. while certainely not on shane and ilyas level, hayden is one of shanes wingers on the first line. you dont get put on the first line with shane fucking hollander by being bad at hockey. same goes for ilyas chirp about shanes backhand. i doubt theres a single skill in hockey shane is truly subpar at.
Cloudy with a chance of meatballs put the nerd girls hair up and put her glasses back on and had a strained father/son relationship that ended with them reconciling by finally learning how to engage with each others interests and celebrate their differences and there was the giant evil sentient food as well
Theory that when Rocky says Grace is "stupid" the Eridian word he is using actually has no insulting connotation. It means something more akin to mentally hindered or distracted, under psychological distress, or dealing with something that is not your area of expertise.
But Grace is far too self depreciating (and used to being insulted by preteens) to pick up on the nuance at first so he just logged the word into the translator as "stupid", as in an insult meaning slow to learn or understand or marked by a lack of intelligence or care.
Rocky, when he finds out, is offended that his friends thought he was insulting him in such an incorrect way. Grace is intelligent and caring, a quick learner too. Rocky is offended that Grace thought he was just insulting him like a middle schooler for so long when when Rocky's insults are actually a lot more witty, and suble, and agnolaging of Grace's actual personal flaws. Grace only "stupid" because Grace let himself be defined as "stupid" statement.
Did you know that after they switched to blind auditions, major symphony orchestras hired women between 30% to 55% more? Before bringing in “blind auditions” with a screen to conceal the the candidate, women in the top 5 major orchestras made up less than 5% of the musicians performing.
so I believe it was actually more complicated than that, in interesting ways. Because at first, when they did blind auditions, they were STILL hiring more men.
…Then they put down a carpet, so that high heels didn’t clack on the floor, and BOOM women were suddenly getting hired.
The testers didn’t even know that’s what they were picking up on, which just goes to show how tiny of a cue it takes for misogyny to kick in.
The case of blind auditions for orchestras and how it dramatically changed the gender makeup of orchestras is a very illuminating example of gender bias, and an interesting possible way of countering it.
You can be sexist without knowing it. You can be racist without knowing it. This is not a moral failing; it is a moral imperative to remember that you are fallible, and take steps to limit the damage your squishy ape brain’s foibles can cause.
The final chapter in Malcolm Gladwell’s Blink (2005) describes this in detail.
What you don’t usually hear about when discussing this blind audition process is that after the blind auditions were implemented, when women had gotten many positions in the orchestra, men no longer saw being a member as prestigious and the salaries for the entire orchestra dropped.
That happens in basically any field the moment women start to show up. The most famous examples are: teaching, which lost prestige and absolute pay when it became “women’s work”; certain scientific fields, especially in biology, which has lost prestige and is now considered a “soft science” because women became biologists en masse; and in Russia, medical doctors no longer enjoy the high status they still have in the West, because in Russia a lot of women became doctors.
In the other direction, when men en masse join a field that was previously primarily women, the pay and prestige both rise. The most famous example is computer programming.
i think we should be ridiculing them more for this. you don't get to try and go all "queer website" when your staff likes to go on nuking sprees targeting the trans fem users
would be remiss not to mention that the rainbow notably straight up just removed the trans flag colors from it. like they’re gone. it’s the progress flag minus the trans flag colors.
