#going through my askbox for a cleanout

[tennessoui]

This is an official permit. You dont need to answer asks, and if you decide to, then you can do it when you find the time

No but seriously please dont feel obligated to answer our asks. I can only speak for myself but i love how much you interact with your followers and that alone is amazing enough so please never feel bad about taking long to/ not replying. I would never ever be mad if you didn't answer one of my asks, because i know how busy daily life can be, and i'm sure we all feel that way!!!

So thank so much for giving us all this content, and know that its ok!!

in a bit of a fit of irony this was sent over a year ago but i think of it often -- this was very kind of you to say then and still is now (especially because i haven't gotten much better at answering asks quickly)

thanks so much for this thing i think about genuinely very much a lot <3

[firstdegreefangirl]

holed up at work for the next two nights. y’all know what this means

[shiningstages]

@jardinae - 🌻 speak thy mind freely .

new ask game send me a 🌻 and ill just tell you whatever the fuck i want

this ask has been sitting in my inbox for forever...........still don't know exactly what i want to ramble about though.

ummmmm retail sucks. working in it, i mean. i'm definitely in the camp of "be nice to your retail workers" / "if you think retail is so easy why don't you work in it?", just because the customers i deal with are either super understanding or sweet, or super negative / haughty / full-of-themselves when i'm helping them. it helps that i act how i want ( very cute~ ) unless you get me mad, but i've also gained a sort of confidence and seriousness from working in retail? but i'm also just done with it and am so sleepy vfggfgchfcfchnc

also i wanna write here!!!!!!!! so bad!!!!!!!!! but because of work the energy has been nonexistent, especially since i work in the later hours nowadays, and that just drains me even more since i'm a night owl and wanna like. do things. at night. so i stay up until 2am when i get home around 11pm from an 8/9 hour shift. and get more sleepy. (when i start school again dude i swear......25 hours a week max; i need more days to myself)

back to writing, i haven't forgotten about........some of the ideas i've had hjgfhghgkhgjh i'm gonna make that atlas gbf oc!!!!!! that's like at the forefront of my mind, but going through replicard sandbox (for the first time hehe) i'm like "...........should i make this guy like an opposite of The World (says girl who hasn't even finished the story in arcacum however it's spelled aaaaa)" because that Would be funny. but then i'm also like "if i made this guy At All, it would be at least a little bit of world building importance in him, and that energy is Not present" because it's atlas........we all remember the tale of atlas yes? maybe????? (has to look it up again)

ANYWAYS i also wanna make a starter call at some point. i have a lot i need to get done outside of here and work (get AC in car fixed, get a couple tires replaced Eventually, same thing with the battery, get my transfers / application for other university done (most important to me rn), get my hair cut (will probably happen first), do all my laundry / do a closet cleanout Again, clean the rest of my room, etc.) BUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i wanna be here because it's fun and nice and calm here ggjhgjfhgfghfjcf calm for me anyways!!!!!! tumblr is...........tumblr, as we all know, but i've gotten a lot of memories and joy out of it, and i wanna write and be here!!!!!!!!! so i'm gonna look at my drafts, see what i can do there when i have time......then starter call / i'll just run headfirst into someone's askbox hfhfgcghfjgghcfg

ALSO TO END OFF AS I WAS WRITING A WASP GOT IN THE KITCHEN AND I FREAKED but i was gonna try and be brave and kill it because my dad's on a call, AND THEN MY DAD KILLED IT FOR ME WHILE HE WAS ON A CALL; WHAT A HERO!!!!!!!!!!! okay that's it; now i have to get dressed for work fggfdfghjghgcvjg

[nomorelonelydays]

AAAAAH I DID NOT REALIZE THIS TURNED OUT AS LONG AS IT DID SHIT WELL: and got in the way of everybody playing their best (which would never be the case), especially since G told a few people that he’d be leaving for “Russia” (*cough cough* he’s meeting the witch off the coast of Florida, so he’s close enough to draw the other Mer away from Sid, but far enough away to give him time to get to the witch) the morning after locker cleanout. Predictably, he gets cornered by Flower, who calls him out

he’s leaving to do that plan to help Sid, but he’s gonna need Flower and whomever else to say whatever bullshit is necessary to convince Sidney to swim to his sea witch at noon in three days, and absolutely not mention him while doing it. Flower just barely looks comforted by any of what Geno says, but agrees to it, and makes him swear to not be a fucking idiot about whatever he’s about to pull. Geno feels a little scummy when he agrees, knowing he’s full of shit, but whatever, this is important 

(more under cut)

The days pass, and after Flower managed to pull some explanation out of his ass and convince Sid that, if he got into the ocean on this day at this time, he’d be okay, pretty much all of the pens decided to go with Sid up to Nova Scotia as moral support, while, Geno goes back to the witch, who worriedly asks “you’re sure?” just a few too many times before he’s charmed to exude Sidney, and is immediately dragged under the water. Meanwhile, just as the other pens start walking down to the ColeHarbour coast, Sid’s phone starts ringing in his pocket, and he gives it a wary look as he sees ALEX OVECHKIN flash across the screen, but answers anyways, and is met with very prompt words that sound like they’re being spoken by Nicklas Backstrom. “Sidney Crosby, you’re on land right now, yes?” And Sidney responds that he is (and puts the phone on speaker), and then Backstrom’s just like, “From a coast near the Baltic Sea, I can hear the Northern Kingdom rejoice at the willful return of theirlost prince, Sidney.” 

He pauses, at which point the “does anyone else want to admit to being a Mer while we’re at it?!?!” minor-freakout happens in the background of Sidney’s end of the line. Quickly, though, Backstrom explains that Geno’s probably in danger. When Ovi had told him about Geno and the witch, it seemed more like Sid had gotten some strain of Mer-specific illness during playoffs and Geno had just been trying to remedy it, but now, he’s sure that G had an impersonation charm cast onhim, and that’s who’s being taken back to the Northern Kingdom. 

Cue Sid all-out sprinting down the dock, shucking off his clothes, and swimming faster than he ever has while his emotions of love, panic, and fury rage at each other in his head. A large number of Mathias’ men find Geno about halfway through the first hour, and an hour after that, he’s being escorted into the palace of the Northern Kingdom, and desperately trying not to lose his shit – trying to buy more time for Sid. He hasn’tspoken a word since he was found, but Sidney could be one stubborn fucker if he wanted to be, and Geno’s pretty sure that if he had decided to return to the ocean out of some sick sense of obligation and duty, he would’ve dished out the silent treatment for at least a day or two. He meets the royal family, and Sid’s fiancee, and he has to fight to keep down the rage that bubbles up inside him, because no one has the right to cage Sidney up or tear him away from everything he’s come to love about

gravely that impersonating a royal is punishable by death. Geno shrugs, because he kind of figured. Taken aback by the gesture, as he wraps a chain around Geno’s wrists, he asks who he is, that he would shrug at a sentence like that. Geno responds that, “As Sidney fell in love with land, I fell in love with Sidney.” Mathias regards him with an air of something, maybe understanding, or respect, before escorting him back to the king, and explaining what happened. The king orders for the searchparties to be sent out again, and in regards to Geno, he rules for him to remain chained in the throne room to wait out the expiration of the charm. Because suspense is necessary, the real Sidney bursts into the throne room, guards and Mathias in tow, right as the charm wears off and Geno’s gills close up. 

His father begins firmly reprimanding him and emphasizing that this is what happens when princes decide to act rashly, but Sid is freaking out. After a very undignified shouting match, hisvoice is harsh and broken, and he pleads that he’ll never show the slightest opposition to the kingdom’s will again – for the rest of his life, be a loyal and dutiful ruler, if he could only be permitted to try and save Geno’s life. The king considers it, but gives the choice to Mathias. 

Now, Mathias knows in his soul that he and Sidney are not in love, and knows the strife the prince’s absence has caused him, but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t always hoped for Sidney to be happy. He gives hisorder, “Save him,” and Sid is tearing the chains from Geno’s wrists and hauling him out the door. Breaking the surface is already difficult enough with how deep under the water the Kingdom is situated, but beyond that, a storm has been raging into the afternoon, jostling them roughly before and after the two surface. Sid manages to get them onto some nameless patch of land, but knows that Geno isn’t breathing. 

So, I think that Sidney, in exchange for not being able to sing, has always been able to control the winds – has even used that power to displace the water clogging the lungs of sailors who’d fallen into the ocean, and has better results with that than with CPR – so he tries. He tries so hard but maybe the storm winds are too violent or the air is too wet with rain but Geno’s lungs won’t give and his heart won’t beat and Sidney is shattered. His own heartbeat taunts him, pulsing against his eardrums, louder than the thunder above. He looks at Geno for a moment, until he can’t take it any more. Then, right as he grasps Geno’s body and the first sob leaves his throat, a crack of electricity bursts from his chest, and soon enough after, Geno’s gasping and spitting up saltwater into Sid’s hair. Everything is fine. There’s so much crying, but the good kind. They make out a lot. Mathias swears his alliance to the Northern Kingdom on the condition that Sidney be allowed to live out his days however he wishes. Sid carries Geno back to the pens and they all cry. Nicklas Backstrompowers down half a bottle of imported wine because no way is he dealing with another team’s shit. 

Years pass. Sidney and Geno get married on the beach, and everything is beautiful and elegant (and G totally keeps the picture of himself in his tux, holding Sidney – shirtless, and with his amazing fucking Mer tail – bridal style with wedding cake smeared on both of their faces). And they all lived happily ever after :) HOLY FUCJK SORRY FOR LEAVING THE MAGNA CARTA IN YOUR ASKBOX OH MY GOD 

i feel like i just watched a movie THANK YOU

[thclcstgirl]

ℒ PULLING THEM INTO A HALL/ALLEY TO KISS THEM PASSIONATELY.

Askbox cleanout v2.0 || only selectively accepting until I get my inbox under control 

“Pres,” she protested- with her voice at least if not her feet- as she followed after him, past the bartop in the diner and to the hall that led to the bathrooms ( the sight of them with her hand enveloped in his made her shiver in a way that made her smile to herself ) and to the backdoor out the diner. It was that door they left through, but thankfully they didn’t head to his bike ( she could only disappear from work so many times ), he just lifted her up and pressed her back against the wall of the backside of the diner as his lips growled against hers in a hungry kiss. 

Her arms around his neck and legs around his waist wrapped around him as automatically as she kissed him back. It was thoughtless, responding to him, and it took a few seconds for thoughts to return to her and she tilted her head, reluctantly pulling her lips from his, not wanting him caught here. “The boys are gonna be here soon.” But he knew that. She suspected it was one reason he’d reacted the way he had when she’d told him. 

She should just tell him. Tell him that she’d cajoled Finn into taking her to take the test for her driver’s license on the downlow, and that downlow had of course not stayed downlow and Sterling had invited himself along to witness either her success or gaping failure at the driver’s test. It wasn’t a sexual thing, wasn’t even a club thing, and he’d probably understand. 

But she was so embarrassed about not having a license. They’d never really addressed it, her always taking public transportation or riding with him, and she was hoping to stave off that conversation until she did have a license. 

He didn’t respond to her, simply let go of her with one arm to catch her chin and turn her lips back to his with a possession in his kiss that made her knees weak, and thoughts abandoned her once more as she tightened her arms around his neck almost desperately.