This Is Why I Stared At My Iranian Classmates. And Since I Don’t Have Any Indian Classmate Now, I Tried

Me, everyday 😂

Finished commission for the ever gracious, ever intrepid @fullmetaldanchou!

Marianne’s Kisses 😘 💕💋

dad-and-son snapshot #3—(aka, additional Prohibition-era…incidents. this scene ended up going in a slightly different direction—but thank you so much for the inspiration @jessaverant lmao!)

New York City, 1924 redux

Alfred will admit that he had, as usual, mostly spaced out by the time he arrived at the British Consul-General’s residence on Fifth Avenue. Hey, he’d had had a shitty week and was only too happy to escape Washington D.C for a nice pad with a view of Central Park, alright? 

He sinks into an overstuffed floral chintz armchair, and takes in the large windows and expensive-looking furnishings. “Wow, Sir Gloster Armstrong is letting you have free run of this place? Damn.” 

“He’s on vacation and his name is Harry, you ridiculous lad. Gloster is his middle name.” Arthur retorts. Well, Alfred thought, that was still leagues better than Fly-from-Fornication.

Anyway, shit, these were really nice, Consul-General worthy digs. Even the floral chintz was kind of stylish with the rest of the well-appointed décor. In the dimming twilight of the encroaching night, the soft, warm lighting made the whole place exude cosiness. “Y’know, I could get used to living here, old man.” 

“You could also get used to cleaning your apartment,” his father remarks drily, getting out the decanter and several glasses. “Harry took pity on me upon hearing of my ordeal residing with you the last time around.” 

“What the fuck, man—I was an awesome host. You enjoyed getting smashed at those speakeasies I brought you to! The jazz was great too, you said so!”

Before Arthur can make his counterargument, they’re interrupted by the loud jangling of the telephone in the study. The older man clucks his tongue in annoyance and heads into the adjoining room to take the call. 

When Arthur doesn’t return within five minutes, Alfred glances around. Where the heck were the drinks? His father totally promised there would be great booze, and that nobody from the Consul-General to the house-staff cared. They too, being reasonable human beings, were unable to tolerate the barbarity of Prohibition, after all. Getting up, he spies a rather strange-looking bottle on the sideboard, positioned next to the other crystal decanters. There was no label, but it was obviously some sort of wine, packaged in a novelty, collectible bottle.

(Later, Alfred will blame it all on a combination of fatigue and the dim lighting inexcusably affecting his normally impeccable and flawless judgment.)

The seal of the bottle looks strange but is quickly dispatched by the bottle opener. The liquid sloshes into the glass easily—but it goes down hideously stale and viscous in his mouth. Fucking hell, it was disgusting—what kind of horrible wine was this? 

“You said there was good, finely-aged wine but this tastes like trash!” Alfred directs an accusing gaze at Arthur, who has just returned. 

But instead of launching into a long lecture about the art of wine-tasting and how Alfred lacked the requisite patience to appreciate fine wines older than his government or some other tedious bullshit—his father’s eyes only narrow in bewilderment as they fix onto the bottle Alfred has clutched in his hands. And then—much to Alfred’s annoyance—he bursts into wild laughter. 

“You absolute—absolute plonker, Alfred Bloody Fucking Jones—my word— the Curator will be furious but oh my, this is just too good—” His father is actually breathless. There are actually tears in the old fart’s eyes. 

“Care to get a hold of yourself and explain exactly what folly I have committed, old man?” He says sulkily, as he rinses his mouth out with water from a nearby jug of water. “Have I drunk toilet cleaner or liquid fertiliser or whatever it is that you Europeans routinely keep on your sideboards?” 

Arthur sniggers. He almost dissolves into another round of cackling, and only just manages to collect himself. 

“Oh, you drank finely-aged wine, alright. Just not the one I got for us—this one was found in the cellar of a Roman nobleman’s villa in Wiltshire. Somehow, it got mixed up and left behind instead of being packed away for delivery to your Met Museum—it’s on loan from us to the Roman gallery. Anyway—brilliant job, lad! It’s been mouldering away for some 1600 years!”

Can someone just………………. explain French to me?

Can you I ask what the guys look for in a s/o and also please add what they need in a relationship because sometimes what we want is different from what we need. ❤️❤️❤️

I’ve done what they look for here, so without further ado…

What the 2ps need in a S/O

2p America: Someone who can keep him out of danger when adrenaline tells him otherwise.

2p England: Someone who isn’t a perfectionist, because he puts enough pressure on himself as is.

2p China: Someone who will support and encourage him with dropping his vices, rather than someone who currently shares them.

2p France: Someone who will gently get him out of his comfort zone, and who can easily empathise with others.

2p Russia: Someone with a “work hard, play harder” mentality.

2p Canada: Someone who can get him out of his unhealthy habit of socially isolating himself.

2p North Italy: Someone who will calmly tell him when he’s overreacting and when his temper is boiling over something trivial.

2p Germany: Someone who can take responsibility when social situations get out of hand, even if they’re having fun themselves.

2p Japan: Someone who will call him out when he’s being unnecessarily rude.

2p South Italy: Someone who isn’t materialistic and can give him a reality check when needed.

2p Prussia: Someone patient enough to help him through his struggles with mental illness.

2p Austria: Someone who will read into/entertain his interests even if they aren’t shared.

I’ve read so many imagines I feel like one day imma tell someone my name is y/n 🤔

top 5 videos that make me want to study

hey guys, on my instagram i asked if people wanted to see videos that motivate me studying, pushing my limits, and most important help me stop procrastinating. so here is my top 5 videos, hope you like them!

video number one: The ABCs of SUCCESS - Amazing Motivational Video for Students, Studying & Success in Life

video number two: Grey’s Anatomy, Cristina Yang: “Be unstoppable.”

video number three: Legally Blonde - I’ll show you how valuable Elle Woods can be!

video number four: Michaela Pratt | That’s My Girl (How To Get Away With Murder)

video number five: From FAILING STUDENT to ROCKET SCIENTIST - The Motivational Video that Will Change Your Life

bonus video: Rory’s system to study her finals (Gilmore Girls)

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I love kids they’re all like.. “when i grow up i’m gonna be an astronaut and a chef and a doctor and an olympic swimmer” like that self confidence! That drive! That optimism! Where does it go

two of the austria doodles i did yesterday that i know i will never finish ✨