#threads

A list of couple of thread I want to do at some point :

- MILGRAM THEORY : Why I think Shidou was actually trying to save his sister

- MILGRAM THEORY : Why I think Kayano Mikoto might actually 100% innocent (yes seriously)

- That one Mappi theory (if you know you know)

- Explaining the possible dynamic of the KotoKoto siblings

- Why Seventina is the most important Harumaki Goahan song

- My top favorite vocaloid songs

- Aria the animation review (probably copy pasting this one since it flopped on twitter)

- Nia Teppelin analysis maybe

pretty much it?

filthychonga-deactivated2019120:

faceheightknifefight:

pr0jection:

wraithandsaint:

it IS a phase, mom

show me a permanent state of the self, mom

Impermanence does not mean insignificance, mom

The key to a happier life is being in a constant state of change and acceptance, mom

varsity-malikk:

Allows a chalant sigh to flow from his bronchi, closing his grip on Harry and giving his arm a light rub. Looks over; contemplates bringing a hand up to wipe the tears from verdigris hues, though refrains forthwith. ”S’alright, Hazza. It’s what m’here for.” 

Malachite grooves amalgamated with melancholy diminished their focus into the environs of nothingness; time resolved as the savior from sadness on his smitten heart. Released the grasp his limbs retained on his mate’s torso; shifts himself upright then raises an arm to dry his dampened cheeks. “Need to get my mind off of it..” Presses his lips together as pools dipped earthward.

zaynnermalikk:

There was something about the younger boy that made his blood feel hotter against his skin, there were always inappropriate touches, Zayn ripping his shirt off in concerts, and often nestles between the two lads. The raven boy always found it amusing and how fans loved having some “Zarry” but now at this moment Malik couldn’t take his eyes off Styles. He wobbled his head as a lark escaped his lips “Harreh, I’m just calling Taco Bell” he told him grabbing his cellular phone and dialing the fast food restaurant “You are too obsessed with Tacos man, it’s like me with my beauty” he bit down to his lower lip trying very hard not to laugh while he was on the phone. He ordered 20 tacos and gave his information so they could be dropped off. When he looked up he noticed the young boy standing by the doorway “Yeah it’s getting late mate, tomorrow we can. I’m free” he leered at the lad as he sat on the kitchen counter his feet swinging “Your food should be here soon. Something you want to do while we wait?” he smirked at him wondering how far he could go with the teasing, Zayn wasn’t the kind of boy to play games but maybe this one could be entertaining. 

Without admittance, the Cheshire lad would find himself incapable of averting his stares whenever Zayn’s presence became eminent. Seldom he sought chances to shift his gaze elsewhere along with his focus. While his verdigris irises would divert, his mind would begin to fill with thoughts of the Bradford boy; his perfect symmetrical features, his amber hues, that lip biting he did absentmindedly. Whoa, wait - this is his friend he was talking about. Zayn, for God’s sake! How could he be tainted with corrupting thoughts? How would he react if he was able to read through the youth’s thoughts like a vulgar book? Heaving out a sigh, Harry’s shoulders slumped with pools dipping earthward. That’s wrong.. Don’t think that. The hell’s the matter with me? He thought with sheer aggravation. Glancing at his mate, he refrained from showing his disturbance as he adorned a playful grin. “Can’t wait. Haven’t eaten tacos in sooo long.” Walking into the kitchen, he leaned onto the counter where Zayn sat upon. Nibbling on his inferior lip in thought, his head canted to the side with eyes shifting upward. “Erm, well, we could .. ~” Cuddle. “see what’s on the tele?”

undertheendlesssea:

The boy must of been thinking she was crazy, laying there on the beach with no clothes at all, she would probably define her behavior at that precise moment as drunk if she knew what that meant. Inside she was panicking, not only for being there all alone with no one to call to help but also because she didn’t know anything about this new world, she was completely lost not knowing where to go and even if she knew she couldn’t walk perfectly yet. It was nice of the young boy to not look at her private parts even though she was covering them it meant that he respected her. Ariel felt embarrassed, she couldn’t believe that was actually happening to her, she had been wishing to become a human for a long time but not in this way, they well, whoever of whatever had done this could of at least make it a little more simple. The boy was obviously confused, she could tell by the look on his face and she understood why. She imagined if such thing looked up at the boy with a shy look and smiled slightly as he replied and then put his jacket around her. He held her helping her to walk, after a few steps she was understanding how walking really was and wasn’t afraid to fall anymore. She got into this big thing humans called car, she had heard of it before but everything about it amaze her. He got in as well and she looked at him with those big brown eyes “Thank you…I would tell you what happened but you would probably think I’m crazy if you don’t already.” the girl chuckled cutely.

Scarce impressions were made as he assisted the girl into his car. The way she walked made it seem apparent she possessed intemperance; the way she spoke lacked insobriety, remaining completely coherent. Ironic this stranger was and surely embedded questions that Harry would inquire her later once actually arriving at his vehicle. After he lead her inside the passenger’s seat, he shut the door then entered on the opposing side. Glancing at her to see if she was alright, he could have perceived the embarrass filling within her countenance. While she seemed adorable and his eyes would sometimes remain dwelling among her veneer, he refrained from staring and started the car by inserting the keys and turning it. Piqued interest remained apparent on his demeanor after being cognizant of her remark. Head swiveling partially to face her, his auburn brows furrowed, “Wouldn’t think that at all, really..” He admitted to her, not always fully concluding someone was mad whenever he heard an outrageous explanation. After residing with Lou, his amazement of what deemed impossible or horrendous scarcely fazed him now. Whatever this female’s reasons may be for ending up naked on the beach, Harry wouldn’t act judgmental towards it and dub it as false. It’d be simply hard to process. Right before his hand was placed onto the gear shift, he recalled putting on his seat belt, yanking the belt down to cross over his chest and insert it into its lock. Then his eyes flickered over to the stranger, gesturing her to do the same. “Reckon you put your seat-belt on..” He informed her before finally backing out of the empty parking lot. “Do you remember how you ended up on the beach? Where’s your home –” Pausing abruptly, he added in his reasoning for asking not to deem suspicious. “so I could drop you off.”

thynameizzy:

Burger, water and fries coming right up. [Izzy said, reaching out to take the menu he handed over. It was with a cursory nod that she thanked him for it before turning around and heading to relay over the order to the kitchen. It was about ten minutes later that she came back with a tray balancing it all. Carefully, she set it all down before him and then smiled again.] Anything else I can get you?

Thanks. [He added in the word of gratitude before watching her take the menu and wander off into the kitchen. Drawing out a breath, malachite grooves brewed in ponder before diminishing into the environs displayed through an opposing side of glass. Teeth clamped onto the inside of his nether lip, nipping lightly while intemperance of thoughts dwelt in a relentless abyss of cogitation. Mind recessing upon detection of the server, his moss pools dipping to espy the foods before him. Apprehending an extending query, head swiveled to face her as a smile of reassurance surfaced his lips.] No, I’m alright. Thanks.

thynameizzy:

[A cursory glance over revealed him to be babyfaced, if not actually young, his curls tousled lightly. Well, she could see why their fans adore them. Her wolf senses picked up on his hunger, but also maybe a slight tinge of… what was that, awkwardness? Maybe he was just uncomfortable. She would be too. At his order, she nodded, scribbling it down as she asked.] Water and a burger. D’you want some fries with that?

[While irrelevant thoughts of his current situation began flooding his mind, he had to briefly shove them aside to respond to the waitress’s upcoming query.] Erm, yes please. [He answered with a small nod, smile broadening which resulted the two indentations he pertained to burrow into his cheeks. Closing the menu he clasped onto, he held it towards her so it’d be fairly easier for her to retrieve. If anything, the appearance of her eyes did pique his curiosity somewhat. The orbs she possessed were vibrant, yet he refrained to dwell into it for the time being.]

thynameizzy:

[The diner was filling up and it wasn’t even peak hours. But she should’ve guessed it considering their patrons.  Still, a job was a job and she didn’t know them well enough to be starstruck so the young wolf grabbed her order pad and headed over.] Hi, ready to order?

[After finding himself lost within this city, he was in an unfortunate state of lacking a functioning phone or knowledge of his whereabouts. With ignorance dominant  he had been wandering aimlessly without a sure destination - which finally granted him enough time to arrive at this certain diner. With slight luck, he had his wallet - which he’d sometimes mindlessly leave at his flat in London before departing anywhere. Famish controlling his mindset, he felt incapable of diverting his attention elsewhere except the vast array of choices listed off in the menu. Noticing the female, his verdigris optics directed towards her as he flashed her a small smile and nodded.] Erm, yeah.. I’ll have some water and .. a burger. 

lucyeffyingjohnson:

Nods slowly, looking at the guy as he introduces himself. “Pleasure is all mine, Harry.” A small grin forms on her lips; she quickly noted a few facts about his appearance: he had a very contagious cheeky smile and his cheeks decorated by two dimples and his sparkling green eyes added an innocent touch to his young features. It was almost impossible to not to find him lovable. 

Indeed, whether it be the atmosphere taking part on how he sought the female to be, or his own past experiences with those adorning veneers similar to hers, Harry found her presence a bit comforting. Unlike some who he happened to pick little disputes with, he was eligible of possibly befriending the woman before him. She seemed polite by her returned statement, while he nodded once in acknowledgement. “So, erm, how’re you?” He asked, with words trailing slowly past his lips, his voice low and his accent laced between his words. 

zaynnermalikk:

Having to confront with daily hate on Twitter was something that hit Harold solid on his soul, usually Zayn was able to block all that negativity and screw off the haters but he knew how sensible the younger boy could be when it came to the internet, Zayn would usually be the one to keep him company when something got to him so it was strange to him how until now this need to be closer to him and mischievous thoughts about the curly haired boy invaded his mind. Why was it that till this day the Bradford boy wanted more than a friendship between him and Harold? All kinds of thoughts assaulted his concentration he more than puzzled at this point, but if he thought back Louis was always spending time with Eleanor, Liam and Niall were always together finding things to do, and then there was Zayn and Harry the boys shared the same interest to feeling alive and adrenaline rushes that was why they always did high heart race activities to do one of them being getting tattoos. It was now when Malik noticed how his pupils were so big they made his eyes look cat-alike, it was now when his eyes were wide open noticing small details about the younger lad. How he wished he could read his mind and see if there was somehow some kind of hope for them two.

When the tanned boy walked to the kitchen he didn’t even turned to see Harry, he was afraid that he had thrown away everything they had. Now the Cheshire boy was standing by the doorway looking down at the blank ground. Zayn felt his hands tremble a bit “It wasn’t your fault” he told him realizing Harry was blaming himself “I uh..” all of the sudden instead of feeling embarrass he was feeling jumpy, he found it within him to take steps towards Harold, once he was close enough he picked up his chin using his index finger forcing the curly haired boy to look at him “I don’t know what it was but I really wanted to kiss you back there” he finally admitted, this could go very badly and could involve Harry running away and their acquaintance ending forever. The raven boy dropped his finger and tried to breath steadily trying to make eye contact but failed, as he felt his cheeks boiling he instead focused on his lips, those perfect lips he craved so much “I don’t know what has taken over me Harry”

Sometimes Harry found himself envious towards the other mates, how they always tended to brush off the hate while he was left mourning over himself and pointed out flaws. While there were also imaginary hate towards features to him that were fictitious, he’d feel himself wanting to thrust himself down an infinite abyss after beginning to believe what was wrong with him. The person he admired, though envied as well, was Zayn. How the Bradford badboy never minded what most people thought about him  – unless it went overboard – and he was always able to keep himself calm. With that cool demeanor scathing his visage and making him appear unfazed towards what negative comments arose. Though the thoughts finally dispersed once he continued to mentally beat himself up for what he just attempted just now. He was leaning in for a kiss. An oscillation from his mate. Contact of lips was near until he finally arose to pick up the delivered tacos. Such an idiot.. He thought to himself in spite. His teeth clamped down on his nether lip began to nearly tear the thin layer of skin that covered it, feeling a small pain after realizing he’d caused it to bleed but he seldom showed much concern about it. What he just attempted to do was putting his friendship with Zayn at stake – or, so he thought.

The atmosphere in the kitchen shifted drastically compared to last time. From one that was actually decent, to an ambiance so thick and tense that one could have sliced it with a knife. Heaving out a soft sigh, he felt his fingers start to pick at the materials of his jeans, wanting to find some sort of reliance on calming him from his embarrassment. Catching Zayn’s reply, he remained keeping his head down and wanting to divert his entire focus on him. He musn’t stare at him, otherwise things would only deteriorate from there. “It was.” He muttered to him. Hearing him step closer, he felt the urge to move back though inevitably failed after feeling fingers lift his lowered head up. With pupils dilating at the eye-contact with the raven, he found himself incapable to break the gaze. Damn. “.. You wanted to kiss me.. too?” He asked, finding his voice immediately trailing off while appearing shocked at the notion. “Zayn..” He wanted it, Zayn wanted it.. He knew both were yearning for it, so without another second to spare, he leaned towards his mate and pressed his lips against his – the urge finally prompting him to do something he had been wanting to for  so long. Tilting his head to the side, his lids sheltered adorned verdigris orbs as he felt the other’s soft lips against his.

zaynnermalikk:

Everybody talked about how Harry could be a womanizer, Zayn had experienced how the young lad would have sexual encounters with girls but he wasn’t a womanizer, he was simply a teenage boy living his life, even at times the Bradford boy would contribute to his cheeky mood and get some girls numbers for Harold now sitting so close to him he dammed all of those time, maybe if he had spent more time with him, the tanned boy would have Harry by now. His feelings were confused about the curly haired boy, part of it was lust, he just wanted to feel his large hand on him and the other part of him wanted to love him. With those thoughts Zayn’s thoughts were unsettle this was his mate, the one who he liked to get tattoo’s with, the one he called every day and asked him how was his mum. The older boy knew he had to pull himself together for the sake of their friendship, he had never seen Harold with a boy so he wasn’t about to jeopardize the special bond they had. 

Maybe the Cheshire lad was just trying to be nice, or was playing a long the smirking game he had started. His eyes always locked on the other boy ignored the fact that he had grabbed the blanket, when he heard his voice thanking him he simply nodded. His eyes kept wondering around his face he noticed how that one curl would stay right above his eyebrow, or how his nose did have a shape of a penis which made him smile. The part of his face which caught his eye the longest was his lips; they were so reddish and his bottom lip just asked for to be kissed. Zayn unaware leaned down, his heart was taking over and all he wanted at the moment was one kiss. One kiss of the younger lad, he needed that kiss more than he needed air at the moment. He also wasn’t sure what Harry was thinking or doing as their lips were only inches apart his hand was about to move to the curly haired boy neck when a sound interrupted him. The doorbell. The raven boy abruptly pulled away and stood up rushing towards the door, he swung it open revealing a man with food on his hands. He quickly paid him and smiled thanking him. When Zayn closed the door he placed the food on the table and quickly ran into the kitchen almost ashamed for what he was about to do a minute ago. 

While majority of the fans believed Larry Stylinson was real, Harry, amongst the other boys were capable of determining how false and inaccurate it was. Never had Harry or Louis been together or hid their affections because of management; Lou had Eleanor - Harry was even the person to set them up. But after realizing how happy he was with her, he was often pondering about who his special someone would be. He always wanted someone to cuddle with, to keep him company, to even spoon while under the covers. Sadly it didn’t seem if he’d be retrieving any now. Mentally he was distressed - in truth, he wasn’t fond of himself. The hate that effected him immensely from twitter before wasn’t as significant as it was now; it still happened but wasn’t as eminent. Although, now he was with Zayn, for some reason he was able to clear his mind from all other thoughts. He was free from the burdens that weighed him down, from those troublesome messages constantly swirling around in his mind. As he remained staring, his pupils dilated from immense infatuation of the male before him. Damn, why hadn’t he come to the realization that Zayn was this attractive? Had his own obliviousness towards the situation brought himself to conclude such an inference? His head continued to lay on the raven’s shoulder, watching him near him. How eager he was to have his meet lips his - it could have actually tamed his raging emotions thrusting within him. Although he was rather started by the time the doorbell rang.

Seeing Zayn leave immediately had paranoid thoughts swarm in his mind. Did he weird him out? Had he thought he’d gone mad for attempting to kiss him? Harry would have felt the same. God, such an idiot. Letting out a groan as Zayn thanked the delivery man, he pressed his palm against his face of sheer embarrassment for what he’s done. “Ugh..” He let out in a near inaudible tone. The hell was I doing? He asked himself mentally before watching him run into the kitchen. Now immense anxiety seeped into Harry as he tossed the blanket onto the arm of the couch. Well, as much as he wished to stay cowardly and linger around, away from Zayn, he knew completely shunning this situation wouldn’t do him good. Standing up, he felt his stomach drop, yet refrained to give into sheltering within his comfort zone. Taking small strides into the kitchen, he stopped in the entry way, similar to last time. “Zayn.. Look, mate.. Erm, whatever.. happened back there, it was..” His voice trailed off, trying to pick the right words to describe what just occurred, but he felt unable to. “M'sorry.” Head weighing down, his verdigris orbs found their way to the ground - which Harry was more than willing to fixate on.

mitchcranston:

• pussy-curls started following you

” ‘ey there!” [Mitchell hailed, a wave in his hand towards the curly haired fellow with an amicable beam. His face seemed awfully familiar, but the lad couldn’t form the depiction of his appearance to someone he’d seen before.] “Sorry, but you seem familiar.” [stated he, a slight furrow in his brow with a hint of confusion. A glint sparkled in his eye at meeting new people, since he hardly knew anyone around apart from the lads he worked with and his girlfriend’s friend, he was certainly up for befriending anyone who seemed approachable] “Sorry, apology is mine. I’m Mitchell, Mitch for short. And you are?”

Apprehending a familiar voice, the youth needn’t a splice of time to determine whose voice it was. Reckoning it belonged to a mate of his, the Cheshire lad shifted his weight onto the heels of his feet and swiveled himself around to face – a total stranger. Both ends of his lips curled upward, allowing two indentations to burrow themselves into his cheeks. Sadly it inevitably faltered at once concluding his surmise was inaccurate; this male hadn’t been the individual he sought it was, nevertheless, he wouldn’t allow his sudden disappointed demeanor to scathe his veneer. With chartreuse irises speculating the man in piqued curiosity, he was left in utter awe by the similar countenance he shared with his close band-mate of two years. His gaze fixated into the two cerulean optics the stranger adorned, mentally eligible of comparing them to a Doncaster lad’s. At his comment, he found it awfully ironic by him being capable of relating. “Reckon I could say the same to you.” He began, nipping at his nether lip with contemplation. At his apology, his smile returned onto his visage before nodding somewhat. “M'Harry. Pleasure meetin’ you, Mitch.” Pausing momentarily, his eyes receded from its avid stare at the male; it diverted to investigate the rest of his surroundings with ignorance. “Erm,” His tongue protruded scantily from his mouth to graze along his anhydrous lips in hopes to moisten them. It finally reverted to its hidden state within his aperture. “mind tellin’ me where I am? .. Got a bit lost.”

zaynnermalikk:

When the younger boy walked closer to him, Zayn’s eyes immediately shifted towards him. Without any knowledge of his next move he bit his lower lip as his eyes snaked around the curly haired boy, he was so tempted to run his hand trough his marvelous locks he had to grab the corner of the counter hard. He could even feel his heartbeat increase “Sure, we can do that” he jumped off the counter and while he passed by him he poked his stomach, a small chuckle escaped his lips. He sat on the comfortable couch patting the side so Harry could sit close to him. He grabbed the remote and started browsing trough the channels “There’s a blanket right there” he said pointing to the other end of the couch “Just in case you are cold. I can also do this” he smirked slightly and placed his arm around his mate. Zayn looked at him and their eyes once again locked, the tan boy was in another world where it involved Harold and him running around teasing each other and kisses that took their breath away. His tongue stuck out and slowly licked his bottom lip as his eyes continued to lose himself into those green eyes. 

Were these thoughts what it seemed to be? Harry found himself abashed with what sudden cogitations were prominently lingering in his mental abyss. Was he actually suggesting to himself that he’d been yearning the presence of Zayn? To have his arms wrap around the resplendent body of the tanned youth’s, to take in his alluring scent, and refrain from all the other burdens that relentlessly bothered him? No, it was wrong to be thinking that. What were these aroused feelings suddenly seeping into him? With a small headshake, he invested false hope it’d aid his dire desire of warding off these befuddling sentiments. Maybe he was yearning a girlfriend. Hell, after being deprived of a female presence, excluding his mother and sister, he was constantly left hanging around his mates, including now. What more would it be if he continued spending his time with them? Though, if he put it up to consideration, this could all be in his mind and only mere paranoia was beginning to announce its presence in the Cheshire lad through the most horrifying manner ever to be conjured.

Snapping out of his thoughts, he’d speculated the Bradford boy make his way into the living room once again. Trailing behind him after a few seconds, he nibbled on his inferior lip apprehensively. Hopefully his anxiety wouldn’t become eminent on his countenance with lingering eyes grazing along the raven’s being. Seeing a gesture that invited him to sit beside his mate, Harry complied while making his way to slump on the couch - though kept his distance. If any questions were to arise from his mate, he’d divert them from his own awkwardness. Hopefully it would work. Seeing him point to the blanket, his verdigris orbs flitted to detect the blanket. Grasping onto it, he nodded and was about to drape it around himself until he felt the other’s arm wrap around him. An auburn brow raised slightly as he felt butterflies swarm around his stomach. No, he shouldn’t be feeling this. But, he didn’t want to detest. Scooting closer to the older male, he kept his fingers entangled with the cloth in his hands, mustering up a fake smirk of amusement in hopes to hide the aroused look he adorned. Locking eyes with Zayn had his cheeky smile begin to seep on his lips, the most stupidest grin inevitably forming on his face from sheer happiness. “Thanks, Zayn.. Feelin’ warm already.” Slowly, almost hesitantly he began to lean his head onto the other’s shoulder, still looking up at him. “Mm, toasty.” He let out in his low voice.

undertheendlesssea:

How could she possibly explain that she used to be a mermaid? She could just explain him in a simple way like “Basically I was a mermaid and suddenly I woke up on a beach…with feet and completely nude” but he would probably think she was crazy, for sure. Mermaids and humans were very similar in one way, both species could be very mean and it was intimidating to feel kind of left out, not knowing what do do or what was going to happen next. For the first time in her life Ariel felt insecure and scared in some way.  The boy who “saved” her seemed to have good intentions but yet she didn’t know him, matter of fact she didn’t even know his name. Ariel knew that she shouldn’t trust in strangers so fast but there was something about him that made her feel like he didn’t mean to cause any harm and after all, she needed help. She looked out of the window, fearing what might of come next until she heard the boy’s hoarse voice but yet soft again. “You will think I’m crazy.” Ariel said convicted. She couldn’t expect a human to take her story seriously and she understood why. Even though she was still young Ariel was very mature but deep inside she was sensible as a little girl. She looked down passing a hand through her long hair while the other held the jacket that was covering her body. Where is he going to take me? I have no home (…) No family. Millions of thoughts worried Ariel as she bit her bottom lip nervously. The stranger spoke again, trying to remember what a seat-belt was she looked at him for a moment. Ariel studied a lot about the human world but there was a lot of things that she still didn’t know, luckily she knew what the boy meant. After a couple of seconds of trying to figure out how that ting worked the seat-belt was finally on. And then, the curly haired boy asked where she lived. Good question , the girl thought to herself and sighed. “I’m going to tell you my story but as I said before, you’re going to think I’m crazy.” She took a deep breath and looked into the boy’s eyes “I was not born here, on the surface…” She gulped “I used to be a mermaid. I was born and raised in the depths of the ocean but I always wished to be human because your world always fascinated me.” She showed a small birth mark she had on her wrist with a mermaid form. “This is not a…tittoo?” She shook her head not sure if she said the word right. “It’s a birth mark I understand you don’t believe me. I don’t have a home and I honestly don’t know what to do now. You can just drop me off, I understand. I would like to keep your…piece of cloth tho….Oh and I’m Ariel.” She gulped and looked down.

Silence arose between the two of them as he stopped the car. With his foot planted on the break pedal, the large Range Rover he possessed remained still, and fortunately there weren’t any cars happening to drive by past them. His thin lips pressed together while there weren’t any said words, in his mind was awaiting for her to admit to her story. If she was comfortable doing it, perfect - it’d help both his curiosity and her want to get it off her chest, yet if not, then he wouldn’t force her to. While he was deemed as just a heartless womanizer, he grew up with a sister and a mother that made a positive impact on his personality: he was kind, sweet and caring, though majority of the people wouldn’t give him much of a chance. This woman on the other hand had no information on Harry to base her thoughts from besides right now. His arm rested on the platform separating the two seats up front while allowing his lips to separate partially. He wasn’t feeling very pessimistic on what she had to say. The only thoughts that occurred to him were how she could have been acting melodramatic over it and made it seem like a bigger deal than it really was. The silence only continued to linger, he tried to assist her when she had trouble fastening her seat-belt, yet seemed as if she already had it covered after some fumbling. Soon enough, his patience finally paid off. With verdigris orbs darting to the other’s direction, he began to hear her speak, only ending up dumbfounded as what she claimed. He tried to make the expression wither away by shrouding it with an impassive demeanor, which worked for the meantime. “.. A mermaid? .. You used to be a mermaid?” Keeping his mouth agape, he found himself incapable of formulating the right words ask the correct questions. Shaking those thoughts away, his eyes diverted from the girl to see the marking on her arm. “Erm, no I.. I’m just confused.. How’s it you came here?” He asked, turning serious while remaining partially concerned. “You don’t have a place to go?” Nibbling on his inferior lip, his hand shifted onto the steering wheel while staring out the windshield. Normally Harry wouldn’t pursue into such actions, nor would he be this willing enough to help out another stranger whom he just met, but the girl really seemed to need it. “M'not going to drop you off.. Doesn’t seem like there’d be anyone else ‘round here to help you..” He glanced around the empty, barren beach, frowning. As he returned his gaze to the girl, he bit his lower lip. “S'pose you can stay at my flat.. 'n I’m Harry. Pleasure meeting you, Ariel.”

shieldmedic-feiwel:

Once Elizabeth hit him she stumble back a little and dropped a folder full of paperwork. “My apologies, I should have been paying better attention.” She knelt down to gather up her paperwork then stood, looking over the young man. “Are you a new recruit here?”

A minor dumbfounded demeanor scathed his visage upon the question, his head shifted back as he needed a comprehend what she asked. “Recruit?” Where exactly had he stumbled upon? Surely he did noticed numerous people wandering about with their own uniforms, making the Cheshire lad - whom adorned an azure blazer with a white t-shirt beneath, and  red skinny jeans sheltering his legs before two white converse shoes - stick out like a sore thumb. With his malachite irises flitting around his surroundings, he shook his head slightly before reverting his gaze to the stranger. “I’m not, quite frankly.” He admitted before canting his head slightly in minor contemplation. “Not even sure how I ended up here- Mind telling me where I am?”

fymagnificentwomcn:

I truly cannot believe how many long debunked historical myths are still circling in this fandom, especially since they often consider stuff that truly has no real support in evidence.

Mahidevran was not a princess or from any noble family, we know about her origins even less than Hürrem’s, where we can at least pretty safely say she came from Ruthenian lands. She was also a slave, the difference (as put by Peirce and argued convincingly) could be only that she was brought up and trained especially to be sent to harem one day (something like the original Mahfiruz in MCK in her story to Nasya) and did not pass through slave market.

Yet what do we get spread? Various names of her, her father, his occupation, even long genealogies.. it’s all fake. Like all the tiktoks with her “life history” make my head spin. And of course add that Raziye and Taslicali Yahya myth (Raziye, IF /huge if/ she even was Mahi’s daughter, died as infant 100%, and did not marry anyone ofc).

Worst when these people claim it’s in “book”. The Natalia von Antwerp German “real biography of Mahidevran” was written on the basis of claims by the confirmed attention seeking fraud, Melike de Chimay, whom I had discussed here like 2 years ago. She claimed to be a descendant of Mahi (yes, yes) whom her grandma had passed on “truth” before dying and then invented whole “Circassian Ottoman soap opera” with everyone being Circassian and related (like Mahfiruz being anther descendant of Mahi etc.  also e.g. Ayse being Kemankes’ niece etc etc… bullshit).

Melike even posts links to that book on her blog to advertise purchasing it via her ffs…

It’s all a fraud on which they cash on money because these days anything can be published and sold as “unknown real history”…and now with Tik Tok videos where sources and discussion are nowhere to be found, her theories have seemed to gain second life.

#!!!#so tired of this dumb obsession with making mahi a noble lady & ‘first haseki’#like trust me. no real mahi fan cares#mahidevran sultan by @queen-deter

Precisely, they do a video and think they are doing her “justice” in this way and cookie points get collected…

Plus obligatorily our fave pic to remark how beautiful she was:

This poor woman served as Mahfiruz, Halime (both Valide of Mustafa I and Ertuğrul’s wife, to heck both Ertuğrul and her were legendary figures actually), and any less known harem woman. Ah as Semsisah and any other Mu rat “princess” too ofc, which got also promoted by Melike de Chimay.