#annie-time

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"I hit reblog and then scream" is one of the best things I have read fyi

\o/ JUST AN ACCURATE DESCRIPTION OF MY “BLOGGING” TECHNIQUE

[dsudis]

fic recs for the Rivers of London series - literally anything by Sixthlight. They've got a lot of Peter/Nightingale, but also a few Peter/Nightingale/Beverley, which are just amazinggg

Ooh, thanks for the rec! I recognize at least one fic @frostfire-17 described to me in the long slow process of convincing me to read these, and I’ve just added… many things to my Marked For Later list and the spreadsheet of hypothetically open tabs! :D

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fezpo replied to your post “hello tumblr i want to celebrate having REPLIES again by making ppl...”

narry mermaid au

annie-time replied:

narry, mistaken identity =))

sunshineflowershappiness replied:

Narry during the hiatus��✨����

I COMBINED THESE THREE! WARNING FOR YACHTGATE!!!

Harry sits by the rail of the yacht wearing his smallest pair of white swimming trunks. He's having an amazing time with his mom and Kendall and Kendall's mom and Jeff and Jeff's girlfriend and Ellen and Ellen's wife and a bunch of other close friends he loves even though he can't remember their names right now. Still, he's feeling a bit overwhelmed. It's so hot and like fifteen different people have rubbed suncream onto his back and everyone keeps saying, "Congratulations, Harry!" and he keeps saying "you too!" by mistake. He just needs to sit by the water and center his energy.

When he sees the flash in the water below, he thinks at first he's seen a flying fish. He hopes that a photographer caught the moment, because he knows how endearing and inspiring it would be for his fans to see him communing with a flying fish. But then the creature shoots out of the water again, and this time Harry can see it's a lot bigger than a flying fish. In the split second before it dives back into the water, Harry hopes it's not a shark, because sharks are scary, and he also hopes that if the shark is going to leap into the yacht and bite him, Kendall will save him.

He's about to go see if Kendall would know how to pacify a killer shark when a shower of water momentarily blinds him. Harry wipes his eyes and sees—a hallucination, obviously. He's been overly stressed and not eating enough salad with his salad and his mind is playing tricks on him. Because there's Niall in the water by the yacht, chest rising from the waves. His hair has gone a bit shaggy and brown and his shoulders are wider than Harry remembers but he definitely looks like Niall. Harry remembers that in olden times, sailors would see marine mammals in the water and decide they were beautiful ladies. Wishful thinking, obviously. What's happening now must be the same phenomenon.

"But I wish you were Niall," Harry tells the hallucination, who is probably just a big fish. "I miss him."

"It's me, you idiot," says the hallucination.

"Haha," says Harry to the hallucination. "For a minute I thought you called me an idiot…God, I love it when Niall does that. It makes me feel like he knows me to the very core of my being and loves me anyway."

The hallucination rears itself up higher out of the water. It really does look so much like Niall. Harry can even see the hair on his chest, glistening with water. "I DID CALL YOU AN IDIOT. BECAUSE YOU'RE A FECKIN IDIOT."

"Even though you're not real," says Harry, "you're making me feel so warm and good inside."

The hallucination rolls its eyes. "I am real. I'm just a merman now."

"You're a what?" says Harry, momentarily forgetting he's talking to a hallucination. He looks more carefully at the beautiful creature moving through the water along with the ship. It can't be Niall, though, because he can't see Niall's legs. Instead, Niall's torso seems to blend sleekly into an iridescent mesh. Scales, Harry finally realizes. Niall's turned into a fucking fish. Except he hasn't, because it's obviously all in Harry's head.

"I'm a merman," says Niall, with that patient tone he gets when he's trying to advise Harry on his golf swing. "Living on land was very stressful and I wanted to get away and not have to deal with anyone. So I decided to become a merman. It's very interesting. Did you know how many different types of seaweed there are? Acrosorium ciololatum, alaothamnion sepositum, ahnfeltia plicata—"

"Hold on," says Harry.

"You can see the stars really well out here, too," says Niall happily.

"Wow," says Harry. "I can't believe my subconscious knows enough seaweed names to hallucinate this."

Niall lets out a strangled noise and dives back into the water. His tail flashes in the sun. Harry rubs his eyes again. His head is starting to hurt. Then Niall surfaces, spitting out a mouthful of water.

"Oh good," says Harry. "I'm glad you're back. I know you're a figment of my imagination, but I wasn't ready to say good-bye."

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph," Niall mutters. "Why do I even try? Just thought you might be up for a quick swim, mate. See what it's like on the other side of the yacht."

But Harry's kneeling by the rail now so he can lean out further. If he reached out his hand and Niall reached out his hand, they could almost touch. He feels ridiculous talking to a hallucination, but there's something emotionally satisfying about it anyway. "Niall, I wanted to say this to the real you, but somehow the time was never right, and then I got a call from Jeff, you know how it is. But if you were here right now, I think I could finally tell you. You're really special to me. I like being around a ton of people and having them tell me how funny and charming I am but it never really matches up to being all alone on a tourbus with you. I just—" Harry breaks off. It's amazing how much it looks like Niall right there in the water, watching him, eyes wide. "Like, even when you're not really here I'm dreaming that you're here. Okay, I’m just gonna say it. Niall, I l––"

The dinner bells rings. "Damn," says Harry. "I have to go have some quinoa now."

"Don't go!" says Niall. He reaches toward Harry, arms glowing in the setting sun.

"Bye," says Harry, getting to his feet. He shakes his head. "Listen to me. Saying good-bye to a fish." But even as he walks back to his dining cabin he thinks he can hear Niall's voice in the distance, calling you idiot! soft and low. Harry knows it's not real. It's just that he loves Niall's voice. He always has.

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annie-time replied to your post “ok, i’ll start: I found out that theres a zinefest happening in berlin...”

I've planned dinner tonight (s[icy apple chicken salad sandwiches) which is a lot better than I usually do (scrambled eggs).

oh, the constant struggle of feeding yourself. I know that so well. I often have cereal for dinner tbh. These sandwiches sound delicious! Food is such a cool way to make yourself happy, because it’s something you make yourself (which is always a really good feeling for me) and then get to enjoy like immediately afterwards (and sometimes also can makes others happy with)!!

thank you for sharing!!

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annie-time replied to your photo “this is my very very first american comic book (it’s a paperback...”

have fun!! fables is one of my fave comics

!!!! I love it too! I’ve been reading it by borrowing from the library but I burned through them all so fast that they ran out haha. I was really happy to buy this one tho! I ove witches and I love Fables so this was a great first book to buy :)

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annie-time replied to your post: I HATE PROFESSORS

idk what this is about but I am feeling this exact same thing right now!

i identified male-gaze + ableism in a media object. naturally, the professor then said i was ableist.

lmao

hope you're doing better tho bb!! you are valid and important and worth a lot more than any institution of academia ever

[amazonpoodle]

Ok, curious anon here! =D How'd you get into one direction/zayn malik?

you're not anon but we're not finicky, haha. um... it was kind of a long slow lingering death to be honest. a lot of the people i knew were getting into one direction (mainly harry styles and harry/louis) probably... 18 months ago? and i thought the bbs were pretty cute but not exceptional. like, this is the internet, we have slashable twinky white dudes to spare.

but then ZAYN though?? that is literally all the explanation i have available for you is "ZAYN THOUGH" and if that doesn't say it all then nothing will. i was super-into the idea of zayn/harry for a second, though nobody was really writing it, so it was mainly just looking at pictures and going "wouldn't it be nice..." i read a little fic, but again, there wasn't enough zayn to keep me very interested. 

then my chemical romance broke up, and some friends (mistresscurvy, destroyer of worlds) turned to vikings for solace, and then THAT turned out to be a bust, and then they turned to one direction, and i lounged on my balcony of i-don't-know-liam-and-niall's-names smuggery, reblogged pictures of zayn, and thought that i'd escaped the madness.

fuck, then the kiss you video happened :((( that was rough :((( those were difficult times :((( both versions of that video and the bts are so fucking cute :((( zayn in water wings :((( i ripped the song from the youtube video and listened to it on repeat for like a month, lol. and then the best song ever video came out, which like. WAS A BIT MUCH. i think it was in the mire of all this that i started dragging delladilly down with me.

and then. AND THEN. then came the weekend of liam payne, courtesy of mistresscurvy, who is a liamwife and a nightmare of a human being. i visited her for a weekend in august for our three-year friendiversary and this is what she did to me. friendship is dead. BASICALLY she told me liam's whole origin story (sickly as a child! in and out of hospitals! only one kidney! bullied at school! learned to box! almost made the olympic running team! tried out for xf at 14 and got sent home! tried out AGAIN and learned to hug! FUUUUUUCK) and inundated me with all sorts of hideous liam gifsets and videos, and very cleverly made everything relate back to zayn, and then she made louis sympathetic too, and then to put the ruinous cherry on top of that sundae she gave me fic recs and sent me home to mourn my innocence.

like. you can stay out of 1d if you honestly don't like the other boys and just want to like curl up with zayn under a blossoming cherry tree and feed him slices of pear by hand. if you don't like the other four boys then there is next to no fic to get sucked into and half the gifsets you see are polluted. but if you like liam :((( and you like zayn/liam :((( and you read the fic where they get papped kissing and have to pretend to be boyfriends :((( and the fic where zayn wakes up a girl and liam provides assistance :((( and the fic where liam gets hit on the head and forgets being in the band and that zayn is his forever boyfriend :((( then you are without a doubt in very serious trouble :(((

learning to love liam payne is undeniably one of the worst things ever to happen to me. mistresscurvy has a lot to answer for. she knows this.

AND STILL all of that being said 77% of my one direction feelings are devoted to zayn exclusively and the remaining 23% goes to whomever he's in a picture or fic with at a given moment in time, lololololololol

[keriarentikai]

Ooh, ooh! Hi! I'm a new follower! I'm in a lot of fandoms, one of which is teen wolf (how I found you, and I love your stuff). I'm a college student, so I'm really intrigued that you're a professor! Hopefully that means I'll still be enjoying ficcage and tumblr (or its descendant?) for many years still to come. (No, but seriously, you must be an awesome professor. You have a tumblr and write awesome stuff on it, and all your ~academic posts are very intriguing.

Thank you!  I once got a comment on a student evaluation that 'I tried to hard to seem cool', so I don't know how well my tumblr-awesomeness relates to IRL.

But I have to admit, I love sharing my experiences with undergrads.  There was so much I didn't realize about my professors when I was doing my BA, so I'm really glad to be able to share that perspective.

(For example, yes we can totally see you texting.  Even in the back row.  And sometimes we cry over the things people write in anonymous evaluations.)