Addition to the anon question: you kind of have to look at the word groupie in context of the 60s and 70s. Today a lot of people seem to consider any woman who was with a rock star a groupie, which isn't really true. Back in the day groupies were (female) fans who followed bands on tour (often to romantically persue band members). As an example for a girlfriend Marianne was a pop singer in the same music business circles as Mick Jagger. She wasn't a fan who followed the band's concerts. (1/2)
hmm wow i don't know if i have a brand i like best?? i can't really afford designer but i also don't like buying fast fashion and try to avoid it. i think i just love vintage fashion and homemade clothing best! i guess if we're talking unrealistic i love the vampire's wife but i'll never be able to afford one of their dresses lol. ooh also i love maje and like elie saab 😂 i'm too poor
17. Somewhere you really want to be right now?
would love to be in my fantasy cottage/cabin its small but its cozy and there are animals and the weather is just right and there's a lake nearby. love it big time! wouldn't say no to a nice swim in california or australia today lol. ooh! always wanted to go to national parks too, yellow stone or banff? something like that 😊
21. Do you wear hats?
sadly i do not look good in hats so its not often i use them to accessorize, but i do love a big sunhat! and being pale it is definitely a bonus lmao. i'm very jealous of women who look chic in hats!
omg I just came across one of your gifsets and WHAT IS THIS BLACK MAGIC? what's your trick to keep them this high quality and sharp? <3
i signed the book of beast and…
well, you need a good quality video to make a good quality gifs. but also you have to know how to color, because it is very important, coloring may ruin your gifs or make them look like satan himself gifted them to the world.
if we take my doctor who gifs, it’s mostly because the videos i use are really high quality. i use smart sharpen, and you have to be careful here, it also may ruin gifs.
usually i use this settings for sharpening
and for doctor who gifs i also sharpened more, i used this one first and then added the same smart sharpen but instead of 0.3 i put 0.2
but do not overdo it on shots where people are in full view, mostly use them just for close ups.
for everything else use just first.
it’s on russian but im sure you’ll figure it out :D
the colorings are important - i will not go deep here, because i rarely use the same coloring on everything even if i want to have that magic coloring which works on everything :D
i change them all the time, try to find what looks better. it will take a lot of time, but with time you will learn how to make something easier without trying all the settings, don’t make them too bright, or too dark, to overcolored. i mean, vibrance is great but it fucks up gifs sometimes.
i even could sit here, editing gif and in final result it will look like i did not do anything just added some brightness, but actually if you try to add just brightness gif would look horrible.
idk what else to add. you can fuck up even good quality video so basically just gif and with experience you will learn.
i mean, look at my old gifs… jfc no, you better not :D they are horrible.
Thank you SO MUCH for this prompt. I have a lot of feelings about Hecate honoring the magic in nature when she works with it.
It wasn’t uncommon for Ada to find Hecate outside in thegardens. She was the potions master,after all, and probably visited it to harvest and tend to her carefully plantedherbs more than the rest of the school combined. It was a little less common to find hersitting among the flowers, eyes closed and a serene expression across herface.
She was always a beautiful witch to Ada, but sitting inmeditation amongst the freshly blooming flowers of spring, wafting scents of lavenderswirling through the air around her as every tense line on her face relaxedfully, Hecate was stunning.
She considered turning back, leaving her to her moment of peace,but before she could leave, Hecate’s eyes popped open.
“Sorry to interrupt,” Ada said with a blush, feeling likeshe’d intruded on something private.
She half expected Hecate to stiffen and grow embarrassed,but the younger woman exhaled slowly and a soft smile took the place of herrelaxed mouth.
“Nonsense. Join me?”Hecate gestured to a space in the dirt beside her, which Ada didn’t hesitate tofill.
“The gardens are lovely, you did a wonderful job this year,Hecate.” She felt a little awkwardsitting in the dirt, but Hecate’s gentle expression eased her into it. Even still ramrod straight, Hecate somehowlooked the picture of serenity.
“Ada,” Hecate whispered, reaching out for the older woman’shand. Without question, Ada raised herown, letting Hecate clasp her hands around them. They were warmer than usual, course withdirt, but Ada’s heart fluttered harder than ever. “Close your eyes.”
Ada obliged.
“With your eyes open, it smells like a menagerie, but tryand pull them all apart. Start with thelavender, and when you get to the roses, squeeze my hands,” Hecate instructed.
Ada found the lavender again easily, followed byhoneysuckle, mint, something unmistakably lemony, foxgloves… on and on until,at last, she did find the distinct smell of freshly blooming roses. Excitement filling her, she squeezed Hecate’shands.
“Good. Now tell me,do you feel it?” Hecate whispered.
“Feel what?” Ada felt like she had to be missingsomething. Had she gotten the flowerswrong?
“The magic, Ada. Can’tyou just feel it here, so distinct from the roses? All the love and protection they give us, sostrong in the early days.” Ada feltagain, focusing on the roses, and Hecate was right—magic in such a pure formthat only the rebirth of springtime could give them. And Hecate, despite her unspoken desire forher practices to remain solitary in her gardens, had invited her in to share itwith her.
“Yes,” Ada hummed with a smile, “I feel all of it, Hecate.”
@ballion requested hicsqueak + one playing with the other’s hair
this sort of unintentionally wound up going that direction, if I’m honest. tbqh I was bribing @janetfraiser with fic and here we are. a follow-up to this, and similar warnings apply re: discussion of anxiety, hecate’s sensory overload, etc. largely it’s just these losers being real cuddly and feelsy and pippa being her wonderful supportive self and hecate just being in awe. drive-by mention of ada and reference to hecate’s emotionally intimate relationship w/ her.
Pippa wakes, groggy from a series of lazy morning naps, to the sound of Hecate’s voice.
“Check-out is at ten, Pippa,” she’s saying insistently.
Pippa opens her eyes and scrubs the sleep out of them with the heels of her hands, finds herself gazing down at Hecate, who stands at the foot of the bed with a travel bag in front of her.
“That only applies to people checking out, Hiccup,” Pippa complains, blinking as she takes in the scene around her, forcing her mind to process it.
“Which we are.”
Pippa stares, doing what feels like mental acrobatics to determine what day it is. And then: “Hiccup, we extended our stay two days, remember?”
It’s Hecate’s turn to be confused. She pauses, blinks slowly at Pippa. “I remember discussing it,” she says slowly, trailing off. And then she frowns, eyes casting off to the side before she lifts her hand to scrub her forehead. “Ada said… and of course I told her…”
Pippa frowns, sitting up in the bed. “Told her what, Hiccup?”
“Well, that she was obviously mistaken,” Hecate relents with a shrug.
For a moment, they sit there, sharing looks: Hecate’s a little embarrassed, Pippa’s confused. And then, quietly, Pippa begins to laugh, covering her mouth with her hand.
“Oh, Hiccup. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to--”
“No, it’s fine. It’s… a nice surprise.”
Pippa smiles a bit, hums approval. “Well, we don’t have to stay here,” she reasons. “I did book the hotel, but we’re not booked in for the last day of the seminar, and we can always--”
“No, this is nice.”
Pippa starts to speak again, to ask if Hecate’s sure she doesn’t want to leave, go somewhere else to visit for the remainder of the time away, but Hecate is smiling slightly, eyes soft. She loses herself in the expression for a moment, can’t help smiling back.
“Well then,” Pippa says instead, grinning. “What shall we do with this… newfound freedom?”
“I--” Hecate pauses, frowns. Drops her face a little as she shrugs. “I suppose a day in would be… Nice,” she says again--never one to mince words when she has something to say, but equally unsure in vocalising her feelings.
Pippa’s smile softens even as she shifts backwards in the bed, adjusting the pillows as she reclines back a little. “You ate breakfast, I assume?”
For a moment, Hecate looks shocked; then the smile curls at her lips again, shy and small. “I brought you croissants. And jam.”
“Ooh, you know me so well,” Pippa quips, grinning broadly again. “C’mere, you. I’ll eat in a bit.”
Hecate lets her lips quirk and circles around the bed before crawling in. Pippa stretches one leg out, leaves the other folded in front of her, and Hecate lies back, resting her head against Pippa’s calf. She shifts, resettles into a more comfortable position after a moment.
Pippa can’t resist touching her, lays a hand against either of Hecate’s shoulders before running her fingers lightly down her arms, and back up again, humming contentment. “I love you,” she murmurs bringing her hands to rest against Hecate’s collarbones. But she can’t quite bring herself to keep her hands still--smoothes her fingers along the line of Hecate’s neck and throat to the tune of Hecate’s quiet, contented moan.
Hecate’s eyes flutter shut, and Pippa keeps touching. Soft but sure touches: gentle caresses against bare skin transitioning into firmer ones, kneading gently at the muscles of her upper arms. Hecate goes pliant under her ministrations, breathing slow and steady.
Hecate sighs after a while, bites her lip. Says suddenly, softly: “I’m sorry.”
Pippa pauses in her movements, frowns. “For what?”
Hecate blinks her eyes open, glances up at Pippa uncertainly. “Last night, I--”
“No.”
Startling at the quiet, but insistent response, Hecate frowns slightly, searching Pippa’s face. “You didn’t have to--”
“No, you’re right,” Pippa interrupts again, cupping Hecate’s face in her hands. “I didn’t have to do anything. But I did, because you needed me, and because I love you, and because I wanted to. And nothing’s going to change that.”
Hecate swallows hard, her throat bobbing beneath Pippa’s palm. She’s silent for a span as Pippa recommences her movements, and then: “I just… I--I wish...”
Pips watches her carefully for a moment, then sighs softly. “Can I tell you something, Hiccup?” When Hecate's gaze flickers up to hers, she continues. “Lots of people have anxiety, about so many different things; and plenty of them feel what you feel, that--that sensory overload.”
Hecate snorts--doesn’t really mean to make a challenge, but it sounds like one when she speaks: “Name one.”
“One of my third year boys,” Pippa replies without hesitation, offering Hecate an almost bland look. Still, her hands keep moving—comforting gestures, and warm ones. “He’s learning to cope, acquiring better mechanisms for dealing with it, but sometimes he can’t make it through a meal, and bless him but schoolwide events are right out; he just shuts down. He sees a doctor, and between the non-magical medications--they’re constantly tweaking those as he grows--and the potions, it’s become much better. His mum’s non-magical, which doesn’t help things; they didn’t really tell him about his magic until he was ten or eleven, when they were sure that he would be able to unlock his potential as a wizard. He’s still very tied to the non-magical world as a result, and it’s been three years, but among everything else he’s still adjusting to the fact that he’s magic. His mum’s a carpenter, and he carries a shim of wood around with him--says the smell reminds him of her, and it helps keep him grounded, calms him when the anxiety flares up.”
Pippa pauses for a moment, then sighs softly. She begins to remove the pins from Hecate's hair, slowly freeing the winding plait. “The point is, it's a challenge. But he has friends and teachers who understand and care for him; the struggle is getting him to reach out.” She offers Hecate a pointed look, then continues. “And he has objects and behaviors that help ground him when he needs to be alone, or when he's forced to deal with it by himself.”
Her fingers are in the neat plait, unfolding it, freeing Hecate's hair when she asks: “Would you like me to go on?”
Hecate just lies there for a long moment. Parts her lips to speak, then closes them again. Pippa cards her fingers through Hecate's hair, watching her face carefully.
“Hiccup?”
“It's…” Hecate hesitates, then adds meekly, voice a little choked: “...frightening.”
“Oh, love. I know. I can't imagine,” Pippa murmurs, tracing her fingers from Hecate’s hairline across her scalp, then down through her hair, again and again. “I’ve got you, though. Whatever you need, Hiccup--you just have to ask. And if I can’t be there, Ada’s at Cackle’s… And you know, she loves you too.”
Hecate swallows, closes her eyes. Breathes deeply as Pippa’s nails scrape gently across her scalp, as her fingers toy with her hair.
After a span of silence, Pippa guides Hecate’s chin up, bending to press a lingering, chaste kiss to her lips as she twists a lock of Hecate’s hair absently around the fingers of her free hand. She tucks her chin to nudge her nose against the bridge of Hecate’s before sitting upright again, sees the faintest curl of a shy smile on Hecate’s lips as she opens her eyes to gaze up at Pippa and fills with warmth.
“I know not everyone sees it, Hiccup, and I know even you don’t believe it sometimes, but… you are one of the most wonderful, caring people I know,” Pippa says softly, and Hecate’s eyes trained on hers are wondering. “And I know we’ve already started, but can we agree to work together, to find out how best to care for you?”
They're quiet for another long moment. Hecate lifts an arm, strokes Pippa's knee with her fingertips. “That sounds… manageable,” she agrees at last, voice soft and a little stilted, but with the same small smile threatening the edge of her mouth.
“Good.” Pippa grins, bright and warm and adoring. Lifts Hecate’s head, scoots out from under her, places a pillow beneath her; curls into her side to drape an arm across her rips and nestle against her neck.
“I think I could nap all day,” Pippa muses, twirling a bit of Hecate’s hair around her fingers again as Hecate curls her own fingers against Pippa’s arm, stroking absently and humming satisfaction.
“Not the worst idea you’ve ever had,” Hecate quips--not the full, dry humour Pippa knows her for, but lightly nevertheless--pinching at Pippa’s shoulder.
Pippa hmphs in protest, but only loops her arm a little more tightly around Hecate’s middle. “Hush, you.”
Hecate hums a quiet response and nuzzles into Pippa’s hair with a sigh. “Pipsqueak,” she mumbles. Not a question, and not intended to lead into anything else; only a contented utterance.
Pippa smiles into Hecate’s neck, twists the same lock of silky, raven hair between her finger and thumb, and murmurs back: “Hiccup.”
