#So thank yoooooooooou for asking

[kakusu-shipping]

I'm in a mha kick so how about; 1, 2, 4, 5, 8, 11 & 12 for fatgum? :3

It's so hard to find screen shots of Fatgum where he doesn't look pissed as hell. At some point you just give up and pick a funny one instead.

1. Do you and your F/O live together?

Yeah! When we were in Highschool we were dorm mates, and a few years into his hero career I moved in with Taishiro to lighten the load of expenses. Those Gigantification quirk apartments are NOT cheap, plus the amount Taishiro has to eat to maintain his quirk well.. It's a good thing I made it into the Major League basically right after highschool.

Though we're not in that apartment anymore. It was only ever one bedroom which stopped being enough when Tamaki came into the picture, and now Momo too.. The rent was getting crazier by the year anyway, it was overall cheaper just to buy a good house.

2. Do you make dinner, or does your f/o? Is it a joint effort?

Despite being a big eater, Taishiro doesn't really like cooking. He can do it, it' just not fun for him, which was fine when it was just us. We could both live off takeout our entire lives need be, but we have KIDS now and they deserve a home cooked meal.

I'm not great in the kitchen but I started learning when we adopted Tamaki. Back then though what I made was practically inedible, and we still ended up getting take out... But I've gotten better!! When Momo gets days off school she comes and visits, we're learning to cook together now.

So yeah, I make dinner for the kids. But sense they all live at UA now Taishiro and I still get Take Out most nights..

4. Do you and your f/o have any pets?

Unfortunately not, we don't have time to properly take care of a pet. Maybe when we finally retire out to Taishiro's family farm...

5. What does your f/o smell like?

County Fair. Mostly fair food, but always with a wiff of country/farm life and sweat.

8. Ideal vacation spot with your f/o? What would you do there?

On our last vacation we took a trip out to visit Taishiro's family, helped pick safflowers and vegetables, worked their table at the local farmer's market, help the neighbors with their rice fields, helped the other neighbors birth a calf, all sorts of hard farm work... I hope we get a chance to go again soon!

11. Would your f/o still love you if you were a worm? How about vice versa?

Tamaki asked me this same question just the other day. It could be pretty funny, being married to a worm...

Taishiro said if I were a worm he'd put me to work in the mulcher with all the other worms he use to dig out of his momma's zucchini garden. Take that as you will.

12. What was your f/o's first thought about you?

It's not romantic, for all of you expecting love at first sight. If I remember correctly the exact quote he gave last time I asked was; "This guy's real fuckin annoying, am I gonna be stuck with him all year?"

The answer was no, he was gonna be stuck with me all THREE years.

[pastafossa]

I’m so happy for you pata! You got to meet Charlie yayyy!🎉

I hope you had a wonderful time.

Did Charlie know about trt?

THANK YOOOOOOOOOOU, I'm SO happy about it, and I continue to float on this massive cloud of Charlie-based dopamine, that's gonna be with me for a while! ESPECIALLY SINCE I FRAMED AND HUNG THE PIC SO NOW I CAN LOOK AT IT FOR MOOOOORE!

I can also now say I do not think he knows about TRT, the fic appears not to have breached containment yet. 😂 I asked him to hold the red thread up to his chest for our pic and he didn't seem to know what it was (though he was happy to hold it and thought it was neat that it lit up!). However, this does mean that 'huh someone had me hold a red glowy thread, wonder what that's about' is in his brain, and there's a chance he'll stumble on that connection eventually.

Especially since TRT is now roughly double the size of Lord of the Rings and it's too big for me to hide under a rug if he or someone he knows comes wandering by.

Maybe I can hide it in the backyard.

[peaches2217]

🥰, 😊, and 📜 for the ultimate ask game!

🥰 - I love your blog 😊 - I'm so glad I follow you 📜 - Your fics are top tier

Thank yoooooooooou 🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂

[moonwonuu]

thank you for the song rec! may additional song na naman ako for my hopeless romantic playlist ㅋㅋ. i feel obligated to have a song rec back so napa-ask ng wala sa oras🌷

aaah hi! 🥹 i read your ask last night so i listened to your song reco bago ako nakatulog & asdfgk, ganda ng song! thank yoooooooooou 🥹🩵

[polaroid15]

iron man 1, 2, and 3 for the ask thingy

iron man 1 - what made you first get into fanfiction?

I’ve always loved writing. I recently finished a big personal writing project and started writing fanfiction to keep practicing while I edited it :) Now I can’t stop hahahah

iron man 2 - are you a secret fan or does everyone know you love marvel?

Oh everyone knows 😅

iron man 3 - underrated fanfic trope?

🤔🤔 oh this is so hard. I honestly don’t know! Maybe like friends becoming even better friends haha. I love me some platonic relationship goodness :)

Thanks for asking cutie!!! Grateful for yoooooooooou 😘😘

[married-to-google-translater]

Oh my gosh congrats! I'm so happy😁❤🎊

Thaaaaaaaaank yoooooooooou <3

I also thank all my followers as well as all the Anonymous people who have asked me something. 

AND THESE PEPOLE

@kiraksana who always likes the first of my writings.

@bri-flores and @alextheknight707 @floydslitteshrimp that you are good friends.

@yandere-daze @yandere-wishes  @capri-ramblings

who have re-posted my writings.

@yandere-dark-cupid 

who made me my first request ever

@mirkomilk  who was my first follower. 

@silent-snowdrop-writing thanks to which I became acquainted with the twisted wonderland.

@lalahart402  by whose request I gained popularity.

my partner google translator

and 

@obeyme-swd  by reading the writings I realized that Tumblr exists.

[alias-b]

people are so rude okay evie can wear billy’s shirts all tied up, billy can wear her sweaters, they can share jackets, and what if they had the same shoe size, evie just clomping around all cute in billy’s boots I die! billy in evie’s bathrobe!!!!!! cutiesssss

ANON!!!!!! Billy rocks Evie’s fluffy, cute bathrobe!!! I can’t believe I didn’t even think of that one. Also he can go through her jewelry and wear her spiky dangle earrings without asking. Iris remarked that Billy could totes do drag and my girl wasn’t wrong. Billy feeling himself in one of Evie’s terribly patterned sweaters with it half tipping off his pretty shoulder as they study together, I meannnnnn. Let a boy be CUTE.

THANK YOOOOOOOOOOU!!!!

[emjee]

You asked for fave ellie/hardy fic so go read ANYTHING by bitboozy on ao3. It's all amazing and she has a long running series for them that is a delight (and several oneshots)

Thank yoooooooooou I’ve read some Ellie/Hardy fic but I don’t believe I’ve read bitboozy’s work before, thank you so much for the rec, hooray!

[an-aviary-far-from-home]

21 Questions

I was tagged by @peptalkz thank yoooooooooou!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <3

rules– answer 21 questions and then tag 21 people who you want to get to know better

nickname(s): i never had a nickname before but now i’m called sapo sajdsaj (which translates to frog)

zodiac sign: scorpio

height: 4′11??? 152 cm???? around that

last movie I saw: docs probably don’t count so i think the last movie i saw was uhhhh wall-e and i took me A LOT not to cry hehe

last thing I googled: portuguese legends (for research and i don’t know a whole lot of them that don’t involve religion i wanted to look up really really old ones)

favourite musician: the robert man™ probably tho,,,,,,, i have a lot of them but since i’ve loved him since a kid im gonna pick him

song stuck in my head: river man by david sylvian

other blogs: i don’t have any other blogs i lost my former one in uhhh 2016 i think

following: 2370

followers: 488

do I get asks: yeah from time to time usually when i do ask games i used to get more when i was more active on here now i barely go on here i just check shit out for 5 minutes

amount of sleep: it can go from like 12 hours to like 2 depends but today i must’ve slept until uhhh midday

lucky numbers: hmmm 8 or 6!!!

what I’m wearing: pajamas a bitch likes being comfy

dream job: animator!!!!!! or director!!!!!!! basically make cartoons but if i could make my own projects that’d be wonderful

dream trip: scotland or peru

favourite food: bacalhau à bras i have no idea how to translate that but it’s basically codfish with a bunch of stuff on it AND,,,,,,, duck rice??? arroz de pato??? thats probably the translation

instruments played: i used to play a little guitar when i was younger but EXTREMELY basic stuff now i just like singing i’m not great but you know keeps me happy

languages: portuguese, english, spanish and i can work around french (kinda) i learned it at school but completely forgot i can read it p well tho it’s listening that’s a little more difficult and writing probably

favourite songs: red guitar by david sylvian, hidden place by bjork, inbetween days, the catterpillar and dressing up by the cure, cherry coloured funk or pandora by cocteau twins and idk a bunch tbh

random fact: i used to do gymnastics since i was like 5 and do competitions but then i quit when i was 13 and doing the splits hurts now fjskbdfgskjdegw everything involving flexibility i can’t do anymore but doing stuff i used to do in tumbling i can still do which is p fun to do from time to time!!! i think i have a photo of me and my friends on the local paper still from like 2010??? 2011??

aesthetic: honestly i have no idea i can go from goth witch to mountain man in a day so choose which one

tag 21 idk if anyone’s really interested in doing this oof i’ve been barely checking stuff out here so i’ll tag people from when i was more active bc i have no idea what’s goin on sdfj you don’t need to do it if you don’t want to tho!!!

@eightiesfeverdream @kpoccobku @pinkorangeredpug @pavlovers @turikuusaiku

[all-hail-the-witcher]

questionable government spies: chapter 8

all previous chapters are under # spy boys

alright so I’m going against all of my rules literally ever posting this cause I only have like a chapter and a few sentences written after this one and I’m usually two ahead but like school and y’all need comic relief in the form of race being a freaking idiot 

also this is a link you might wanna play when you get to /the part/

https://youtu.be/F16O5OAK2K8

___________

ship: platonic ralbert, eventual sprace 

warnings: Race is a little shit

word count: not very long

editing: I’m actually not sure ignoring I finished editing this one

___________

Race threw off his covers and bolted into the shower. Two weeks had passed since the day they had met with Spot. He had gotten a call very late the previous night saying that he was going to be going through gang initiation today - whatever that meant - and he was supposed to report to a coffee shop in Brooklyn at 8 am sharp.

Race didn’t really know why he was being sent to a coffee shop, or why he had to be out through initiation, but if it gave him a chance to flex in front of Spot he wasn’t complaining.

He dressed in a pair of black adidas track pants and a fitted black long sleeve shirt and fluffed his blonde hair before walking into the kitchen.

It was barely 7 and Albert was probably still asleep - he had managed to sleep the entire night in his own room last night without nightmares so Race had yet to see him - which meant Race couldn’t have coffee, because Albert made the best coffee ever and his tasted like dirt. So, Race did what any caffeine deprived person would: woke up Albert to make him coffee.

He paired his phone to the Bluetooth speaker and sifted through his Disney Spotify playlist until he found the song he was looking for. Then, while the intro played, he banged around rather loudly as he prepared his lucky charms.

The chorus of the song began and Race put down the cereal he had been puring to scream along, well, sort of.

“No one's nerd as Gaston! No one catches birds like Gaston! No one says WHAT THE FUCK RICHARD like Gaston!” Race screamed at the top of his lungs. This wasn’t how he usually woke Albert up, but hey, he was going to be a gang member today, he needed to get in the villain spirit - Race style.

“For there’s no man in town half as memelyyy! Perfect, a pure meme god! You can ask any Tom, Dick, or Stanley. And they'll tell you whose team they'd prefer to be onnnnnnnnnnnnnn…”

Race cranked up the music louder and grabbed his spoon to use as a microphone as he pranced around the kitchen dramatically. “Whoooooo’s aaaaas meme as Gaston? Who can scream like Gaston? Who can do Krispy Kreme flips like Gaston? As a memelord, yes, I'm intiiiiiiimidaaaating! My, what a boi, that Gaston!”

From Albert’s room, Race heard a loud groan and he smiled. He hoped Albert was appreciating this. True art such as this was only created once in a lifetime.

“I needed encouragement, thank you, LeFou. Well, there's no one as easy to bolster as yoooooooooou! Too much? ...Yuuup.”

Race paused dramatically before leaping into the livingroom to continue his performance.

“No one bakes like Gaston! Has a face like Gaston! In a vine comp no one says they were roommates like Gaston!”

“When I flirt I sneak up with wii music,” Race tip toed awkwardly into Albert’s room. “And all of my friends say a praaayer. First, I hope what I say is not too sick, then I flirt from behind- Is that fair? I don't care!”

Albert rolled over, pulling his pillow over his head as Race jumped up onto his bead and began to sing dramatically. “No one tickles like Gaston! Eats pickles like Gaston! No one says look at all those chickens like Gaston! I'm especially good at quoting lazzzzzzzytown!”

Albert let out another loud groan, which Race ignored, and pulled his blanket over his head. “TEN POINTS FOR GASTON!” Race yelled as he did a straddle jump off the the bed and ran back toward the kitchen.

“When I was a lad, I ate four despasitos every morning to help me get large! And now that I'm grown, I eat five despasitos,” Race climbed up onto the counter and tried to flex, “So I'm roughly the size of a goooooOOOOOOOOODDDDDDD!”

Race grabbed two pots off the counter and began slapping them together on the beat of the song. Then he jumped down off the counter and began parading around the apartment - first the living room, then the hallway and then into Alberts room, all the while banging his pots together and improv tap dancing. If Albert didn't wake up after this he was going to have to break out the airhorn.

Race danced back into the kitchen, executing perfect leaps and turns while still banging his pots. He heard a loud clunk, which sounded suspiciously like Albert falling off his bed, and he smiled before climbing back up on the counter to finish off his performance.

“Who has a bed like Gaston? Drinks mead like Gaston? Who can say roadworrrrrrrk ahead like Gastoooooooon? I use yeeting in my everyyyyyyyyyyyyday liiiiiife!” he paused, looking at the pots in his hands. “YEET!” he screamed, throwing them across the kitchen with a fantastic clatter.

“RACETRACK HIGGINS!” Ah, yes. That was Albert, definitely awake and definitely pissed that he was awake. Race could hear him stomping down the hall angrily but that didn't stop him.

“Say it again! Who's a meme among men? Who's the super success? Don't you know? Can't you guess? Ask his fans and his five hangers-on! There's just one boi in town who's got all of it dowwwwwwwwwwwn…”

Albert arrived in the doorway wearing only a pair of sweatpants, his hair rumped from sleep and glaring fantastically at Race who was still standing on the counter. Race gave him a wink and a smirk to which Albert rolled his eyes before he began the final verse of his performance.

“And his name's R-A-C-EEEEEEEEEE.... I believe there's another EEEEEEEEE…… It just occurred to me that I'm illiterate and I've never actually had to spell it out loud beforeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee… Gastoooooooooooooooon!” Race jumped down from the counter and bowed graciously as the song ended.

“Are you trying to start a cult?” Albert said in disbelief, his voice raspy from sleep.

Race looked up at his friend sheepishly. “No…?”

“Then why are you screaming Beauty and the Beast before 7am?” Albert groaned.

Race leaned against the counter, cocked his head, and put on his best pleading face. “Make me coffee?”

Albert muttered several curse words under his breath before moping into the kitchen. “Sure, fine, whatever.”

“Oh, thank you, Albie!” Race exclaimed, clapping his hands. “You’re my favorite person in the whole wide world!”

“Yeah well,” Alber muttered, reaching into the cabinet to pull out the bag of Hazelnut Coffee. “You’re not my favorite person today.”

“I’m not your favorite person any day, am I?” Race sniffled.

“That’s not true,” Albert sighed. “I just don’t like it when you wake me up by screaming incorrect Disney lyrics.”

“Mmmmm so any day that ends in y then,” Race mused and Albert threw a coffee filter at him.

“I don't have time for your bad jokes,” Albert stressed. “You have to be at initiation in like an hour. Let’s go over your cover one more time.”

“Fiiiiine,” Race groaned, hopping up on the counter.

“Alright so, what’s your name?”

“Philip Marx.”

Albert sighed and rolled his eyes. “Tell me why you picked that again?”

“Welllllll,” Race began, “Philip like Philip Carlyle form the Greatest Showman cause he’s a badass and goes from one lifestyle to a complete other, ya know, becomes an outcast and stuff? Isn’t that kinda what it’s like to be in a gang?”

“I don't know,” Albert said rather annoyed as he measured out the coffee grinds. “Also I doubt that people choose their gang names based on a movie about joining the circus.”

“It’s not about joining the circus Albert!” Race smacked his friend with a dishtowel. “It’s about love and loss and finding yourself and realizing who you really are and telling social norms to screw themself and Zack Efron’s just really hot, okay?”

“Alright, fine, whatever,” Albert sighed. Race was beginning to regret waking him up, he was acting far more grumpy than usual. “Do I even want to know why you picked that last name?”

“Because Karl Marx is a badass.”

Race laughed as Albert turned to him, sputtering incoherently. “Ra- wha- why- ugh.” He buried his face in his hands. “First of all, Karl Marx is dead. Second of all, he’s not a badass he invented communism and basically started the downfall of Russia and a crapload of other problems. Third of all-” Albert was interrupted by the timer going off signaling that Race’s coffee was done brewing.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it,” Race smirked. “He’s problematic, like me. Also we both have really great hair.”

Albert wordlessly handed Race his cup of coffee. “Remind me why I thought it was a good idea for you to do this job again?”

Race pondered. He couldn't exactly say that it was because he didn't want Albert to get in harm’s way. “Because I’m a good agent and you love me?” He hopped off the counter to pour some coffee creamer in his coffee.

“Close enough,” Albert sighed. “Now hurry up and eat your cereal. I gotta get you to initiation.”

•••

Initiation, as it turned out, was a gruff looking man inside the coffee shop handing him a folded piece of paper with a strange code on it. Race solved the code quickly, it was a simple number scramble that said: down three blocks, back parking lot.

He walked out of the coffee shop, down the street three blocks, as per the instructions.

“Rapunzel, where are you going,” Albert asked through the comms unit in his ear.

“Down three blocks to some back parking lot,” Race responded.

“Alright, Vincent just pulled up a street camera. Looks like there’s a guy in his late 20s there and that's it.”

“Okay,” Race responded, a little disappointed that Spot wasn't there. “I’ll talk to you guys when I’m done.”

“Be safe, Rapunzel.”

•••

Two hours later, Race climbed into the back of Jack’s van, tired and very much in need of a shower.

“How was it?” Albert asked, turning around and laughing at Race’s flopped position on the floor of the van.

“Tiring,” Race sighed. “I had to break into a store and steal a cd without setting anything off.”

“An actual store?” Jack asked from the driver’s seat.

“Yes, an actual store,” Race said pulling himself up.

“Ah, yes,” Albert said, “my best friend, a petty thief.”

“I’ve been a petty thief my whole life, Albie, remember when we-”

“Ah ah ah” Albert cut him off, gesturing to Jack. “We have children present.”

Race laughed and rolled his eyes as Jack protested. “Anyway, the guy had me also do all this fancy parkour junk and self defense stuff. Haven’t worked that hard since training with Jacobs.”

Albert made a sympathetic face. FBI training camp had been the most strenuous thing either of them had ever done to date. “What was the guys name, again?”

“Oscar Delancey,” Race said, wrinkling his nose. “He was nasty. He kept pushing me unnecessarily hard. And he said something weird. He told me ‘oh, you’re him’ which didn't make any sense.”

“Yeah, that's kinda weird,” Albert agreed. “Maybe he expected you to be someone else.”

“Maybe,” Race brushed it off. “Anyway, I got my first mission tomorrow. Gotta report to the used car place at 9 am sharp.”

Albert and Jack let out a cheer. “That’s fantastic, Race!” Albert said, shooting him a smile. “Pretty soon we’re gonna crack this case right open.”

Race couldn't agree more.

___________

ah yes that song took me three days to write and it’s probablt the best thing I’ve ever written

did anyone catch the jace quote ?

also pay close attention to the greatest showman references....

also shits about to get real yo it’s going the hell down

feedback is always appreciated hmu to be on the tag list

tag list @fairly-awkward-trashcan @well-the-kids-do-too @racetrackcook @bouncyscreamingnewsboys @ughwaitwhat @aw-jus-let-em-try @ben-cook-can-cook @the-woild-is-my-what-now @elmer-s-s0cks @voice-foundshoe-lost @galaxy-trees13 @stopthe-presses @ridin-in-style @pinecovewoods @imjusttheoutgoingsidekick @i-got-no-clue-what-im-doing @bencookisagod @be-more-chill-evan-hansen @hellasoulless @stellar-alpaca @saxoph-ella @smolcanadiankid @disney-princess-sized @the-newsies-justice-for-zas-blog @insane-tomato @so-up-rolls-a-riot-van @spot-conlon-king-of-brooklyn @have-we-got-news-for-you @thatfancyclam @myidkwhatmynameisblog @legoflambwrites

[vmficcatalogue]

I have so many questions, how long are you gonna be packing????? Is fanfiction the only type of writing you do? What made you get into fanfiction? Why VM? Do you have a routine that you use when writing? Eg, same chair, glass of wine etc Do you have Multichapter fics planned out before you start writing, or is it an evolutionary process? Thank yoooooooooou 🙏

I am literally probably not sleeping tonight so I can get this packing done and write this fic I thought of today and I’ll need breaks from both so ask away!

I write fiction fiction too! Have since I was a little kid. I’ve got one novel that’s almost done rn that’s kinda my main thing but I’ve got half a dozen books in my head that maybe I’ll write one day. It’s a lot of work lol

I started writing fic because I was an insomniac as a child (still am tbh) and because my mom would get mad when I turned my light on and read all night I had to make up the stories in my head. And it was easier to play with characters that already had names and backstories and things. Eventually I started writing them down and here we are. I’ve written for a bunch of different fandoms (some posted some not.) VM are just my *type* ya know? 

I have no routine, except that I’m usually in bed. I could never have a glass of wine bc I’d drain it in a second (can’t have snacks either, I’ll just sit and eat and not write) and I feel like my writing quality would go downhill fast.

Multichapter fics are a bit of both. To write anything I need to have an ending in mind, but I also usually have a general idea of structure. But I’m not big into detailed outlines, I like to discover as I go

Thank YOU! this was fun

[pastafossa]

IT WAS SO GOOD OMG EVERY BIT OF IT THE “I’m yours”’ BIT 😩

THANK YOOOOOOOOOOU! And the I'm Yours dialogue just... It was one of those moments my Muse!Matt in my head really wanted to have, and just kinda happened. <3 It just felt like something SO important to them and how they felt about each other. LET'S READ IT AGAIN BECAUSE I LIKE IT AND IT MAKES ME SQUISHY.

"I liked what you said, by the way.”

“Which part? I said a lot of things, mostly your name and ‘please’,” you mumbled back, raking your fingers lightly through his hair until he rumbled on top of you like a big cat. “Gonna have to be more specific, D.”

“That I’m yours.”

“Oh.” You reached up and scratched your nose. You hadn’t… really been thinking about it all that much when you’d said it. “Well, it’s true, so…”

“Say it again?” he asked softly.

You yawned and wrapped your arms around him tighter, too sleepy to notice the way he was holding his breath. “Mine. And I’m yours, obviously. But you’re mine. I’d fight someone for you if you needed it. And I’m one who generally believes running away is the best course of action, so you can take that to the fucking bank.”

He hitched a breath, his face still buried against your throat where you couldn’t see his expression. But his voice, quiet and full of bone-deep affection, spoke volumes. “And you’re mine.”

“…yeah. Yeah, I am.”

[stevethehairington]

HEY BBY for your writing asksss: red, blue, yellow, grey, pink, purple, brown (love yoooooooooou 😘😘😘)

Hiiiii 😘😘😘 thank you for the ask bb

Red: what type of writer’s block do you experience the most?

I didn’t realize there were multiple types? lol but I guess I usually get stuck on how to start/finish a fic because I’m always looking for like the perfect line for i and I just can’t seem to get it so then I’m blocked on the rest.

Blue: what’s more important to you: characters or plot?

I mean they’re both p important bc you kind of need one to have the other to make a whole story. Bc like, I believe that even fics that are supposedly “without plot” still have a plot, it’s just not a super in depth one y’know? But to answer this question, I’d say characters are more important to me. It’s always my goal to get the characters I write down as best as I can and as true to character as possible. Plus I just think it’s super fun to get into their heads and think like them for a little while.

Yellow: what’s a common writing tip that you mostly ignore?

Uhh idk man. There’s a lot of those wack ass posts that are like “don’t use x, y is Not Good, real writers dont do z” and tbh those are bullshit. Like, a writer can use whatever the fuck methods they want to use. If they wanna start a sentence with and or but or because? go the fuck ahead!! They want to use said every single time? you do you!! Etc. I hate posts that try to tell people what kinds of tenses and words and phrases and etc to use bc like that’s a stylistic choice. You write what you want how you want and you don’t let anyone tell you you can’t. 

Grey: what’s a common writing tip that you almost always follow?

The do whatever, write whatever you want rule. Writing is supposed to be a fun thing that you like. If you find yourself so bogged down by the “what a real writer should/shouldn’t do” bullshit then I think you’re losing yourself in the wrong parts of writing. You should lose yourself in your words, in your stories, in your worlds and characters. You write for you, and don’t you forget that. 

Pink: which of your characters would become your best friend?

Oh man, well, I don’t exactly have any ocs at the moment, or at least I don’t have any developed ocs so I can’t really say for that. But as for like fic characters, tbh I could be best friends with them all. But I love the heckity out of Steve and Bucky right now most so I’d say they would be my best friends. Probably Bucky even more than Steve a little because I feel like I can relate to him a little bit in certain aspects, one being how much I fuckin love Steve Rogers lol. Granted, I can relate to Steve with how much I fuckin love Bucky Barnes so…

Purple: which of your characters would become your sworn enemy?

none of them?

Brown: do you have a set writing space? or do you write everywhere?

I mostly sit at my desk or on my bed when I write. Also, I write in class so on my phone at my seat there too lol, and then subsequently in whatever place I choose to eat my lunch during break because I spend my breaks writing as well sometimes. But yeah I wouldn’t say I have a “set” space. I can write everywhere if I set my mind to it lol.

[honeylikewords]

tag game :)

i was tagged by @persephone-divine (stinky ol’ tumblr.crumb won’t lemme tag you...poop...)

nickname: hmm, i don’t have too many! katie is what i typically go by (which is a shortening of my full name, Katarina), but i also use K, anna/anne (which i actually kinda prefer?), some people call me katie-bug, but my dad comes up with a lot of weird names for me, like FishBritches and stuff that’s odd like that!

gender: cisgender female

sign: my preferred signs are road signs for national parks and those “BUY-A-HIGHWAY” signs that tell you who paid for what section of road. but if you mean in terms of horoscopes, i believe i’m a ? pisces? but i don’t buy into that sorta stuff

height: 5’6”, i think? i rarely measure myself heh

time: i’m in the pacific time zone, so it’s currently 2:15 pm on 7/16/2018!

fave bands: mmmm jukebox the ghost, NSP (i just really love dan avidan okay), radical face, MOUSE RAT THE GREATEST BAND IN THE WORLD AND POSSIBLY EVEN AMERICA, and i’ve loved the jonas brothers and owl city since i was a wee little lass, and i will never stop, even if the world calls me cringey,

fave solo artists: carly rae jespsen, sufjan stevens, and i think ? that’s it? unless you count griffin mcelroy because i love music he’s made for the adventure zone and when he makes up silly songs on his guitar 

song stuck in my head: Baby Don’t You Cry (The Pie Song) from the movie Waitress and El Latido de mi Corazón from the Spanish version of Coco!

last movie i saw: oh jeez, i can’t remember... i think it was when i was re-watching Thor: Ragnarok for the director commentary?

last show i watched: Brooklyn Nine-Nine! THE BEST SHOW IN THE WORLD! NINE NINE

when i created my blog: oh dear, maybe... over a year ago? i can’t quite recall

what i post: on this blog, i pretty much exclusively post writing stuff about the various Jons and other characters mixed in for Flavor(TM), but i also reblog photos/gifsets of them, ya know, to shake it up and give some visual reminders of what i’m writing about.

last thing i googled: “Ready Player One Poster” so i could show my little brother the horrible shitty photoshop they did and made the kid’s leg so long it looks like he got stuck in a pasta extruder ghfkfja

any other blogs: yeah!! i have my main blog where i blog normally! i reblog lotsa aesthetic pictures and text posts and silly things about the mcelroys or john mulaney and So Much Jon Bernthal and Oscar Isaac stuff, and overwatch. just all my interests bundled up and neatly tagged so i can go back and find everything!

do i get asks: yep! and i love getting them!

why i chose my url: because look at him. look. also, this url was graciously given to me by @blackcoffeecastle, who is a complete darling and friend of mine!

following: 679 people, i think?

followers: a whole bunch of lovely folks! (i try not to get caught up in stuff like number of followers, personally)

average hours of sleep: Bad

lucky number: i make my own luck, but i was born on the seventh, so 7 i guess?

instruments: piano, bells, xylophone, and sometimes my voice, if that counts!

what i’m wearing: spiderman t shirt and cinderella pj trousers because i am Fresh Outta The Shower and when i’m Fresh Outta The Shower i put on comfy clothes until i’m all dry n ready to wear Normal Human Clothes

dream job: i wanna be a teacher and write books in my spare time! but i also would really love to be a mother, one day, and for that to be my primary focus, while still maintaining my writing!

dream trip: i want to go to every single disney park and spend several weeks exploring all of them. maybe sleep in the cinderella castle suite or the private disney suite. then i wanna go get a cabin in yosemite national park when it’s snowing and play in the snow!

fave food: i really like sushi, but also pho and pasta and fruits and veggies! and candy. i have an ENORMOUS sweet tooth and i adore candy.

nationality: touchy subject but legally american

fave song: oh dear, i’m not sure! i have so many!

last book i read: i was recently re-reading an old book of fairytales from 1924 and it was super great!

top 3 fictional universes i wanna join: disney princess universe, over the garden wall, maybe the universe from pyre?

tagging: i tend not to talk folks in things like this because i get Too Darn Shy, but i’d love to hear what kind of universes you all would like to belong to, or think i’d fit well in! that’d be a fun discussion! maybe it could open up AU possibilities... :D

thank you so much for tagging me, amber!! i looooooooove yoooooooooou

[is-hiveswap-out-yet]

AND IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII WILL ALWAYS LOOOVE YOOOOOOOOOOU

lmao thank you i love you guys too

so then, this is the last ask/submission this blog got before release.

good bye!!!

[storiesbyjes2g]

Kaiden was overjoyed about becoming a teenager. He was so tired of being in that in between stage of being perceived as a child but feeling more like a man. He was basically the middle child even though there was no middle with four children. Kolby was midway through his teen years, and the twins were just starting out. There he was right there in the middle. It’s almost like no one quite knew what to do with him. Things would probably be that way for the rest of his life. However, that wasn’t the concern of the day. He simply wanted to look and be perceived how he felt inside: an energetic, maturing young man who loved to learn and desired to know everything.

He wasn’t the only one who was excited about that day. His mother was the most excited of all. Most parents would sulk and lament the passing of the proposed cute and innocent years, but Asia was always excited about what was to come in her children’s futures.

One by one the guests trickled in while the Pruett family ate their dinner.

“Hey Mr. B.”

“Heeeeey mama!”

“Hey guys.”

“There aren’t any babies here, are there?”

Back in the kitchen, Asia was trying to catch up on India’s latest gossip. Jared had only told her that she and the newly married Irvin had a baby.

“Sooooooo, I hear you’re a new mom again! Congrats!”

“Heh…yeah. Thanks.” She smiled nervously. “It’s…definitely an adjustment.”

“Kaleb…why don’t you go eat at the table with Kaiden? It’s not good to eat standing up.” That may have been true, but he was putting a damper on the gossip, and he had to go.

“But I like eating with you, mommy!”

“Awww,” India said.

“That’s nice, handsome, but please go eat at the table. I want to talk to Miss India!”

“Ok!” He ran off the dining room.

“He’s so precious,” India said. Her eyes followed him and she seemed far away.

“SO! Tell me all about it!” Asia was practically squealing.

  In the living room, Jared sat next to Bob at the far end of the couch.

“Hey, big daddy! You’ve been reading pages from my book?”

As Bob proceeded to tell him about Lily and Lexi, and Jared gave him some advice on dealing with twins, Clara Bjergensen came in and sat between them. Upon hearing their supposed horror stories about twins, she decided it was time for her to join the conversation.

“That’s nothing. I had two sets of twins back to back!”

Both men gasped.

“You have six kids now, Clara?” Jared asked.

“Crazy, huh?”

“Wow! And I thought we had a lot of kids!”

As the night went on, everyone seemed to be satisfied mingling in the common areas. Asia was pleased that the adults were behaving themselves–unlike last time–but she thought the party was a little bit of a drag. She announced she was going to open the bar downstairs and watched the party drift in that direction.

This is more like it!

After a few songs and a few drinks, Asia noted that it was getting late and ushered her son toward the cake.

“…haaaaappy biiiiirthdaaaaay toooooo yoooooooooou!”

Fresh

India must have been concerned about leaving her infant at daycare for the first time. Or, maybe being around a group of children reminded her of how difficult it was going to be for her to be starting over at the end of her youth.

Jared began cleaning up, and Bjorn thought he’d poke a little fun at him.

“You do this work?”

Jared smiled. Their marriage problems became a tad more clear to him and offered this advice. “This is how you stay happily married, man.”

Bjorn snorted and walked away. Kolby was hovering nearby. Jared hoped he heard their brief conversation. He hadn’t talked to him much about love and marriage yet, but hopefully, that was something he would pick up and tuck away.

Asia got up to put her glass away, and Jared ran to her to help.

“Hey, baby. Let me get that for you.” The tower of dishes rocked in his hands.

“You’re sweet! But, maybe you should take care of those first before we have an even bigger mess to clean.”

He looked at the filthy tower in disgust. “Yeah…you’re right.”

“I appreciate the offer though!”

He smiled and went upstairs, carefully minding the stack.

She chuckled as she watched him disappear upstairs. She turned around and watched everyone dance, drink, and mingle and felt pleased. Her new teenage son seemed happy, and that was the most important part. At times, she reflected on her life choices and wondered if she made the best decisions. Should she have been a stay-at-home mom? Should she have gotten a regular job and be home with her kids every night? Sometimes she felt guilty about going after what she wanted. But in times like those when she watched her family laugh and enjoy each other, and when she compared her children to others, she felt silly for worrying about how they would turn out. They were doing just fine, and she couldn’t be more proud.

Joneses - 11.6 Birthday Drama Redux - It's Kaiden's birthday, and he cannot wait to not be a child anymore. Kaiden was overjoyed about becoming a teenager. He was so tired of being in that in between stage of being perceived as a child but feeling more like a man.