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nahoney22 · 2 years

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Hello lovely !! Take your time with the requests and keep yourself mentally stable,, remember you shouldn’t feel pressured to do anything , especially since you are so kind to write works for FREE

Anyways… i was wondering if you could possibly do a Hunter x fem! Reader and the 1 bed trope… possibly enemies (not necessarily enemies but they aren’t exactly friends) to lovers where the two just chat in bed and it might lead to something more ..? (smut maybe but not needed)

Again take your time and we love your dedication !!!

Living the Unknown Dream***

Hunter X F!Reader

word count: 4k

Stuck in a scenario with just one bed, you and Hunter spend the night together and alone but neither of you expected for the events that were about to unfold.

warnings: NSFW 18+ only please. Share a bed trope (my fave), enemies(?) to lovers. Slight angst due to bickering, p in v sex, cream pie , swearing. Kinda twisted it up a little but I hope you enjoy it regardless.

authors note: Thank you so much 🥺🤍 enjoy your request lovely.

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“Can you stop staring at me?”

The room was thick with tension and you were doing everything in your power to stay cool, calm and collected. But, as a pair of glowering eyes could be felt burning into the back of your neck, it was a hard task.

"I ain't staring at you. Believe it or not, there's not much else to look at in this room," he grunted dismissively, shifting his gaze but making no attempt to break the awkward silence.

Ignoring his response, you continued cleaning your weapons with unnecessary precision, desperate to pass the time with the man you found so difficult to get along with.

"There's a perfectly good wall to look at," you retorted, the bitterness in your voice evident as you finished cleaning the already spotless firearms. This bitter feud with Hunter had seemingly sprung out of nowhere, catching you off guard. When you first joined the group, you believed you all got along, but Hunter had a different opinion altogether. He wasn't welcoming, disregarding any advice you offered, and instead, he seemed to derive pleasure from observing your every move with judgmental eyes.

In fact, he was always watching you with a face like a slapped-

"If you're going to clean your weapons, you should at least have a clean rag," Hunter mocked, repeating a dig he had taken at you numerous times over the past six months.

Frustration and exhaustion made you snap. Turning to face him with narrowed eyes, you shot back, "If I knew we'd be staying here, I would have been prepared. But no, Tech had other ideas."

What should have been a simple supply drop ended in a surprise stay over in a remote yet civilised planet. Not surprisingly, the others had claimed the rooms which had left you and Hunter in the dark. You had a strong feeling they did it to see if maybe, just maybe, the pair of you could get along.

“We’re fighting in a war, you should always be prepared. I don’t know how many times I have to say this to you.”

You did your best to not roll your eyes but this was something that had been echoed into your ears. “Hunter, it’s a cloth. Not a blaster, or food or water.”

Hunter stands this time, moving in front of you and you curse silently as he practically envelopes you. He was so tall and broad that it was like looking at a wall… sometimes even like talking to one as well.

You feel his gaze on you and you slowly look up at him once he speaks your name, “I don’t want to have this recurring discussion with you. No matter where we go, you need everything. What happens if we’re in a fight and your balster gets jammed because you used a dirty cloth? You could put-.”

“You at risk, I get it.” Your tone was moody, which is usually whenever Hunter had to lecture you.

“No,” he finalised, eyes glaring at little that you would think he was talking just about himself, “I was going to say ‘yourself at risk’.”

You tear your eyes away from his glaring ones and sigh. “Right, whatever.”

This time he sighed, deep and annoyed. He was half-tempted to just turn around and get some sleep to get the whole night to go faster but he had enough. Had enough with your attitude, the constant bickering and so he had to make his feelings known.

“What is your problem?”

You’re moving across the room as he speaks, pausing once his demanding question strikes you in the back and making you turn to face him. “Excuse me?”

“You heard.”

“You’re right I did, I’m giving you time to think of a different thing to say.” You retort, folding your arms over your chest.

Hunter shifts, not even hesitating to move closer to you. “You have a sincere issue when it comes to listening to me. You don’t follow orders properly, you just…” he trails off, agitated.

“Just what?” You prompt him, scoffing.

“Why don’t you let me care for you?” Comes his reply and you couldn’t help but notice that it sounded… sullen?

Your body tenses at his question and the thought of him caring, genuinely caring for you made your stomach churn. You had never seen it like this, never seen him like this. His face was red but not out of anger, it was indescribable but if you could point out any emotion from it: it was hurt.

The silence was filled when he spoke up again, not gauging your reaction at all. “Is it a crime for me to care? To show that I have feelings-.”

This time your mouth dropped a little and so did his at the accidental confession. There was silence. Tension. The only thing that could be heard was the way your breathing sharpened and he could feel the vibrations of your heart pounding against your chest. Or maybe it was his chest - he was not too sure at this point.

With enough courage, you’re about to usher his name but he cuts you off and announces that he’s leaving, that he needs to clear his mind with some fresh air.

Mouth snapping back shut, you lose your voice again as you wanted him to stay, to talk this through but he was gone the moment the words left his mouth.

An hour passes. Then another. At this point, you weren’t sure how many. You were sat on the end of the bed for a majority of the time, staring at your commlink. A part of you felt you needed to reach out to him, to hear his voice.

It is weird isn’t it? Someone who has been in your life for so long, someone who grinds your gears and stresses over every little thing you do suddenly disappears and you find yourself missing them. Missing Hunter. But you’re stubborn, he’s the one who left.

Besides, he’s the leader of the group. A strong force, a cunning warrior and a smart man. He could take care of himself.

Your eyelids were starting to get heavy and every so often you would jerk up as your body orders you to rest. You sigh and begin to strip, pulling off your body glove and swapping it for your sleeping shorts and a top. Sliding under the duvet, a luxury that the Marauder didn’t gift you, you laid awake for maybe ten minutes until you finally drifted off to sleep.

Unsure how much time passed, you finally hear the sound of some beeping followed by the sound of the room door swishing open and closing. It was him and you knew it was but you didn’t dare open your eyes. How could you face him? He had, more or less, confessed… What did he really confess? He didn’t finish off what he was saying but you found yourself wanting, needing, him to say that he had feelings for you. The silent part of longing for him came resurfacing like you had the first time you met.

Still, you stay silent and your eyes remain shut but you heard his silent steps and could almost feel his contemplation.

Minutes pass at this point and you hold your breath as the other side of the bed shifts. After some shuffling, you knew Hunter got under the covers with you, keeping a lengthy distance between the two.

Softly, he speaks. “Are you awake?”

You remain silent, hoping he may just drift off to sleep. Hunter glances down at your ‘sleeping’ body. Your legs were bent comfortably it seems, one arm propped under the pillow and the other laid peacefully against the mattress. Your eyes were closed but you had chills running up and down your arms once he spoke.

“Don’t pretend,” he says after a moment of watching you, your laboured breaths ringing in his ears, “I know you’re awake.”

“I’m not,” your reply is cranky with tiredness but mixed in with sadness.

From then, he wasn’t so sure what to say. He tossed every possible conversation starter around in his mind but was pulling blanks. Then, you shuddered.

“Cold?”

Finally, you turn your head, looking over at Hunter to see his back straight against the headboard. His arms were crossed over his chest, not surprised he’s still wearing his blacks and you were half tempted to climb back into yours for extra warmth. “A little.”

“Ah.”

“Yeah.”

You turned away from him again, sensing nothing but awkwardness. Painful awkwardness. Hunter chewed on the inside of his cheek. If he could he would do anything to make you warm again but for now, he stayed as he was.

It wasn’t long until you drifted off to sleep, Hunter following soon after hearing your gentle snores and just waiting to sleep the night away.

Hunter awakes and he’s warm, wonderfully warm for that matter. His eyes slowly open, adjusting to the darkness of the room and he almost gasps out loud when he realised what had happened. He’s spooning you and he is, well, awake with a raging hard on.

The Sergeant tenses. The arms wrapped around your shoulders stiffen and he does his best to wiggle away from you without stirring you awake. He’s blushing furiously, the what from his cheeks travelling down to his stomach and creating butterflies since he had been cuddling you for who knows how long.

He was surprised to feel the cold when he seeped away from your body, his cock softening as he guiltily rolled onto his back, wiping the nervous sweat away from his forehead with the back of his hand.

“Hey,” your sleepy voice comes out in a hoarse whisper, head tilting a little back with closed eyes, “come back. I’m cold.”

Hunter looks at you, mouth agape. You wanted him to cuddle you? After so much arguing from you? “I…uh…” the Clone trails off, feeling his cock that was once softening harden once more. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He gulps, inhaling a little but that’s when he smells you, not intentionally, but it was hard not to. You had been shivering so much that you had sweated a little, the natural scent of you wafting his nostrils and you smelt beautiful to him. If any other person had his senses, there was no way they could control themselves.

His voice was gentle as he spoke and that’s when your eyes opened to peer at him through the dark. “I don’t care, Hunter. I’m cold. You’re warm. Come back.” Your words were short of commanding and that erupted something in him. That fire you had inside always made him crazy. Little did he know that it was also a massive turn on of his.

So, he does. He slides back into the slot of your back and tucks one arm under your neck and drapes his other over your stomach. He doesn’t pull you flush to his chest, the fear of you noticing his boner stirred him a little but if it’s warmth you want then it’s warmth he shall provide.

You feel how tense he was at this gesture and you

regret forcing him to cuddle you just so you could be selfishly warm. After all, what were you thinking? He tells you he has feelings for you and now you want to be cuddled up in his arms. There was no denying how handsome he was and how his muscular arms almost engulf you fully. “You don’t have to do this.” You speak gently, hardly above a whisper.

To answer you, he relaxes and his arm curls more into you, your back now against his chest and you make the sweetest noise possible.

It’s a mix between a soft sigh and a moan and his cock, if possible, hardens even more.

Hunter curses inwardly and judging by your sudden sharp breath, he knows you noticed. After all, he had pulled you in tighter so that his crotch was centered with your rear.

Your sharpened breath quickens and he ever so gently moves his arm from your stomach up towards your chest, gentle fingers pressing against the skin and feels how your heartbeat has also quickened considerably.

Deep down, he wanted to hear that noise you made again but he knew he would be pushing his luck. You wanted warmth and that’s what he wants to give you. Nothing more.

“I’m sorry,” he rasps unsteadily. He was not even planning on apologising but it just slipped out.

The hairs on the back of your neck bristle against your skin, the feeling of Hunter's warm breath tickles at you. You begin to feel him recoil back again until-

“Don’t,” you reply, voice just as unsteady as his was. Hunter stills and hears the fluttering of your lashes followed by a shuddering breath. He works his way back to you silently and ever so slightly lifts his hips, pressing against the curve of your arse.

He utters your name so beautifully that your lead lols back, finding home in the crook of his neck.

You’re beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous and you wanted this. Whatever this is. His hands find refuge on your sides, hands ever so gently seducing along your sides until his fingers find their way under your shirt. He waits, waiting for you to push him away but instead, you melt into him. You’re responsive to his touch, coaxing him to touch you more and more.

He’s straining against his blacks and he could feel his blood running hot everywhere as his hand comes towards the side of your breast, ever so gently caressing it to gauge your reaction. He’s trying so hard not to rock against you and into the warmth of you.

Then, he heard a soft groan of pure longing as his finger traces over your stiffening nipple. “Mesh’la…” he growls, low and guttural, watching in awe as your back arches into him just by his touch alone.

You begin to writhe, needing any form of friction between your legs at this point as you become severely undone. You were hot, flustered and so fucking horny. The lower half of his blacks are damp and he didn’t need to feel if your shorts were wet because he could smell it; smell your dripping cunt and it was just all for him.

He shuddered, the touch of your hand began to drag over his aching bulge and shortly after, you twisted your body to face his. He’s half-hunched over you, glorious honey coloured eyes staring down into your wanting hues.

Slowly, the hand that was palming over his blacks traced towards his hip, ever so gently tugging on the fabric as a subtle hint and hoping the clone understood what you wanted.

As wanted, he pulls away from you and very swiftly, eagerly, he pulls his blacks away from his body. Starting with his upper half, your eyes widen in delightful surprise as his toned body comes into view. Your mouth salivates a little and your eyes go down towards his crotch, still covered but wanting to breathe.

Again, you trace your fingers over his hips until they trace and tease at the lower half and so Hunter obliges to your want, shuffling out with a jerk of his hips and you see his cock spring free. And what a sight he was to behold.

He sees you look down at him, chest heaving from under your night shirt and watches your tongue lick your lower lip and almost choke on the word fuck. Hunter positions himself back to you, chest to your back once again and he grunts as he feels your leg come back and wraps around his waist.

You don’t say anything, your voice is absolutely non existent at what was happening. Your Sergeant, your leader was naked and pressed against you. You let out a little whine, feeling the way his cock slips between your thighs and nudging against your clothed sex. Ever so gently, he rocks his hips forward, just to get a better feel of his cock between your thighs.

“Your skins so soft, so…” he trails off, mouth watering as his hand comes to hold your waist and keeping you in position as he grinds against you. His cock was learning the shape of you and he closed his eyes, sensing how wet you were which he was so eager to slick up his cock with.

You had your own type of sense; knowing how much he wanted to fuck you and how much you know you were willing to let him pound you into the bed. You grab the fabric of your shorts, pulling them to the side and revealing your glistening folds.

“Fuuuuck, beautiful,” he looks between your thighs in awe, his hand coming down to stroke his cock out of instinct. Ever so gently, he slides the tip between your folds, focusing on everything. Your heartbeat, the sharp choke of your breath as his cock comes into contact with your pussy. You’re trembling, full of an aching need.

He’s breathing down your ear until his lips attack at your neck, teeth grazing and tongue licking against your skin that releases a refined moan from your throat. “You’re so wet. So needy, aren’t you?” His tone makes you twitch and pant, forehead sweating as you crane your neck, wanting him to love you more.

Hunter slowly rolls his hips again, the friction between your pussy and his cock was having him tremble and you swore he whined out a silent ‘please’.

He was begging for entrance at this point and you were more than willing to give. “Hunter…”

“Yes beautiful?” He pauses all movements, lips gently kissing at your cheek. “Is this what you want? Do you want to stop?”

A soft smile forms on your lips and you tilt your head back, eyes locking in the dark. “I want you… I really want you.” You whispered, not helping as your eyes locked to his lips and then back up to his eyes.

Hunter noticed and did the most logical thing, leaning down and placing the sweetest, delicate kiss to your lips. You melt into him and as he pulls away, it leaves you wanting more.

It was more sacred to stay silent than speak at this point, Hunter not once taking his eyes off you as he lined himself up with your entrance and slowly pushed himself in.

You're wetter than what he had thought and gloriously warm. You’re also so tight and he goes as gentle as he can. Eyes fluttering closed, your head lolled forward again, face smushing against your pillow as Hunter began to rock his hips against you, clasping onto your hips for support.

By the third roll of his hips he almost bottoms out already, hips grinding against your perfect arse as you lift your hips as an invitation to take him all. There was no rhythm between the two of you, both taking whatever the other is willing to give.

A greedy groan slips out of Hunter's mouth from his chest once he feels you tighten around him; walls flutter around him as if you’re trying to draw him in more. In the end, he ends up rolling on top of you, clasping your hips to bring you to your knees whilst your face buries into the nest of warmth you both created as he takes you from behind.

You’re mewling for him now, hands gripping onto the sweat ridden sheets as you feel him stretch you open with every thrust. The force of him fucking your ripples through your body and you’re chanting his name, eagerly begging him for more and more.

“Hunter, Hunter,” you’re a moaning mess and you were already at the peak of a climax but you just couldn’t get there and so you begged for release. “I need more, p-please.”

He cooes your name softly, hand leaving your hip to gently cup a breast from under your shirt. “That’s it cyare. Not long now. I’ll get you there, I’ll make you cum princess.”

“I could-ugh-fuck-get used to you calling me that.” You pant, lifting your head and smile coyly at the Sergeant who only smirks as he masks in glory at how beautiful you looked.

“Good girl.” He utters through gritted teeth as he cock slips out of you messily, repositioning himself before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you upright and flushed to him, back to his chest and tilting your head to the side so he can kiss you.

Your mouths lock awkwardly together but it’s so sweet at the same time. He pushes back into you with a hefty sigh and despite the awkward angle of the kiss, you could feel the heat and longing it emitted. “You need to cum.”

His clever fingers trails down the front of your body, seeping in past through the band of your shorts that you still sported. “Oh,” you whimper once you feel his hands run over your precious bud and gives you more than you felt you deserved.

Moaning at the touch of his hand, he swallows your little whimpers of pleasure gloriously and he sensed you were about to fall apart at any given second. With enough pressure on your clit followed by the resounding pace of him fucking you, he pushes you to the age you were teetering on.

You come and it’s beautiful. You’re practically quivering against him, jaw slack and eyes rolling into the back of your head as stars blur your vision.

He slowed his pace and held you somewhat protectively. “I’ve got you.” Hunter whispers into your hair as you slump a little forward, feeling him kiss the back of your head. “Kriff you’ve came all over my cock, cyare. Such a good, good girl.”

With your high sloshing all over his cock, Hunter began to feel that tension and his knees began to shake. It’s too much and that’s when he pours his seed deep inside of you and filling you in deep only moments after you come.

His vision is dazed just as yours and he slowly pulls out and lays you down on the bed.

Your eyes are closed, legs twitching and so he does the sensible think of going to the refresher and getting some tissue for you both.

After you’re done with all that, he crawls into the space beside you and gnaws nervously on his cheek because you hadn’t said anything. Then again, neither had he.

“Was it okay of me to… you know?”

“O-oh yeah, I’m protected.” Comes your reply, soft spoken and almost shy.

With some hesitance despite just fucking you into the bed, he drapes an arm over your shoulder and you willingly fall into his chest. You sigh softly and he quirks a brow.

“Are you okay cyare?”

You look up at him through your lashes and nod. “I’m good, just a little surprised with what just happened.”

The clone rubs the back of his neck, still coated in sweat but he nods in agreement. “Me too but I enjoyed it. I just ain’t good with these types of things.”

You urged him to continue what he was saying and in the meantime began to trace your fingers softly over his skin, watching him get goosebumps as a result.

“I know I’ve been hard on you but like I said, it’s because I have feelings for you. Strong feelings. I’m a soldier and since the Republic fell I never had to think about…” he trails off and you feel him take in a strong breath before he says, “loving somebody. I’m sorry if I came overbearing but I can’t tell you how much it makes me sick seeing you in any form of danger.”

You stare at him with doe-like eyes and your heart almost melts into a puddle at his confession. It showed you how blind you were at first; not realising his bossiness was just a sign of care; of love.

“I can’t, just can’t lose you.”

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thefrogdalorian · 3 months

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Hi, Spud!! Firstly, I would like to thank you for your amazing stories, they really help me get through tough times and always brighten my day!! 🥰 I love the way you write, every time I read your stories featuring Din I can literally feel his comforting presence through words and through the way that you describe everything in small details that make up a beautiful and heartwarming story. I think you’re very talented and such an interesting person to get to know better!! I’d really love to 🥺

If you don’t mind, can you answer 4, 13, 11, 22 (What’s your favorite drink??), 27, 28 (What’s your favorite music genre? Perhaps you have a favorite artist?) (it was really hard to choose, I wanted to ask you every one of these questions and more!). How did you get into writing??

Thank you for answering them and absolutely no pressure at all, you can choose the most comfortable ones!!!

Hello friend! Wow, what a lovely message to receive, thanks so much for taking the time to write and send this to me. You made my entire day 🥺

I'm SO happy that you enjoy my writing and my version of Din brings you comfort aaah. That means the world to me and messages like yours are why I love writing so much. To know that something you create means something to another person means the world.

Anyway, gonna answer your questions underneath the cut since you sent quite a few! It means a lot to know that you'd like to get to know me better. I am just a Din Djarin loving loser with an internet connection and far too much time on my hands but it's really nice to hear that you'd like to get to know me better!

4. mythical creature you think/believe is real?

I've got to go with Nessie, the Loch Ness Monster. I believe in my heart she is. I remember seeing a film when I was a kid about her being real and idk she seems friend-shaped even if she'd probably rip my head off without a second thought.

11. anything from your childhood you've held onto?

Trauma Nooo seriously: physically I think a lot of books and a fridge magnet collection I started back then. But intangibly: my love for Star Wars, playing musical instruments and a passion for writing and reading that have never truly left, even if they were dormant for a few years while I was at University.

13. first thing you're doing in the purge?

Too much of a coward to do anything really bad or violent, so I'd drive myself (well I don't have my license yet so that would already be one crime... but I think I could manage it hahah) to the nearest toy shop and clean it out of Lego. It's so expensive and there are so many nice sets I'll never own so that would solve that problem.

22. do you have an emotional support water bottle? (and my fave drink)

I do! It's actually a Mando one hahah it's this one I got from Primark and I love it. As for fave drink: it is 100% iced coffee. I don't drink alcohol anymore but tbh I haven't saved that much money since I gave up because of my slight iced coffee addiction.

27. what's your favorite or go-to outfit?

I definitely chose comfort over style. Usually just dress in jeans and a nerdy t-shirt with a comfortable sweater or hoodie on top. And always a pair of Dr. Martens! Comfiest shoes ever when you get past the blisters. I've never been one for fashion really but as long as colours don't clash, I don't care!

28. last meal on earth?

Ooh good question! So, so many foods I love but if I had to pick the last thing i could ever eat, I'd definitely go for a Korean barbecue. Such a good meal and the whole experience with a group of friends is the best.

What’s your favorite music genre? Perhaps you have a favorite artist?

Honestly the basic answer but I'll listen to pretty much anything. My top genres according to spotify wrapped last year were: pop, rock, modern rock, pov: indie (what) and soft rock so make of that what you will! My top artist was Taylor Swift last year and I love her but I have so many other artists I adore too! The other top 5 were blink-182, Lana Del Rey, Coldplay and The 1975 so that gives you some idea of what I'm into hehe. I'm so bad at describing my own music taste but it's sort of middle-aged dad core (also love Arcade Fire, The Stone Roses, Fleetwood Mac and Queen) plus Taylor Swift and Lana. AND 80s CHEESE LIKE ABBA!! Can't forget the cheese.

How did you get into writing??

I've always loved writing and done little bits here and there, but never had much confidence in myself until I did NaNoWriMo for the first time in 2020. I've completed it three times since then but it was really a combination of watching Mando s3 again and reading a book called Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell which I picked up for cheap in a charity shop last summer that made me think.... hey I could write fanfiction! And here we are! I love doing it. It's done so much good for my mental health and allowed me to chat to so many lovely people like you! I'm very grateful to have discovered writing when I did. Not sure where I'd be without it tbh!

Thanks again for all your questions, hope that helped you to get to know me a little better! If you feel like you want to, I'm more than happy for you to message me privately and chat too. But equally no pressure, thanks for your message and I hope we'll speak again!

Ask game

#inbox #anon #ask game #and this right here might make a bitch cry

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dangerously-human · 1 year

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Something something I've connected the dots you didn't connect shit, but I'm thinking about that moment of walking into the boy' apartment yesterday for the first time in a while and noticing that he was playing Relient K and smiling to myself because I remembered that's what he played when the two of us made Easter dinner and dyed eggs together last year, at a time early enough in our friendship that we didn't know much about each other's music taste yet (it ended up being a central topic of conversation that evening, though), so he kind of just rattled off some genre options and that's what we landed on and the two of us got really into it, humming and singing along while we cooked; and anyway, that's hardly the most recent time we've cooked or listened to music together, so maybe it was just happenstance - and Relient K is a pretty safe bet if you're hanging out with a Christian friend group - but it was fun thinking about that experience while the small group of us prepared food together yesterday, and I hope that even if the choice wasn't intentional, he was remembering last Easter too.

(As I'm writing this post, I'm now also remembering another time it was somewhat inadvertently just the two of us hanging out, he met me at a local Irish festival and we'd gone out for lunch - did I post about this at the time? This was the one where I absolutely died sitting across from him while he sang me the Star Wars parody song he'd been working on and I was blushing so hard I had to look out the window while I listened because I knew if I looked at him I would absolutely spontaneously combust - and because I'd originally walked to the festival he was driving me home and decided to put on A Christmas Carol themed power metal, because what else would one listen to in the middle of summer? And like, in fairness, it was absolutely a banger, but I still think that's both incredibly funny and extremely in character, looking back. Also the time I drove him and one of the other guys from young adults group down to the beach and we were alternating DJ duties on the way home and I took the opportunity to introduce them to a few faves from The Midnight, the other guy mostly picked some nostalgic youth group jams, and the boy picked a bunch of Star Wars Bad Lip Reading bops that had me rolling. I've got a lot of favorite stories saved up that I haven't posted on Tumblr, apparently.)

#personal #state of the heart address

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lizzybeth1986 · 1 year

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Noot Noot

Book: Perfect Match

Pairing: Sloane Washington & Hazel Park (f!black MC) (platonic), Sloane Washington & Iris Young (f!Asian Hayden) (platonic).

Rating: G

Summary: While recovering from a nasty flu, Sloane revisits a childhood favourite TV show with her friends.

Word count: 1,183 words

A/N: I kinda HC Sloane as growing up on Pingu, a British-Swedish stop motion animated classic. It was a fave of mine as a kid, and I later found out that many autistic kids - esp those who use more nonverbal communication - are fond of it.

Tagging @choicesficwriterscreations for Fic of the Week and @choices-february2023 for their February prompt as well as @sloanewashingtonappreciationweek

Using @choices-february2023 prompt for Day 4: Harmony | Homemade Soup | So What (P!nk)

"You two should go home now," Sloane grumbles, her voice almost muffled underneath her Milky Way Galaxy blanket. "I'm fine, really."

And she isn't lying. She hasn't suffered a fever in four days now, and though her throat still feels sore, the sandpaper sensation of using her voice doesn't burn as ferociously as it did a week ago.

Residual throatache and general tiredness. That's all that's left of this awful flu.

Iris ignores her. "Hazel, honey, put on some Pingu," she calls out, frowning over a pot of steaming chicken soup. "'Pingu the Chef' is her favourite."

Hazel's head is buried inside her cupboard of old keepsakes from her mom's home. "Coming!" She yells back to Iris, holding a well-worn penguin in her hand.

She tosses it playfully in the direction of Sloane's bed. "What did you finally name this one?"

Sloane has only enough energy to offer a weak smile. "Katie Bouman." She doesn't remember what she'd named it when Mom gave it to her. "To keep you company at your first ever Space Camp," she'd said, brushing a soft kiss over her forehead. They'd both been so nervous then. Little Trudy had never stayed overnight away from home, away from Mom.

It was one of the few things Sloane took back with her when she'd visited Mom a few years ago, just before Khaan and the group set in motion their plans to defeat Eros. Sloane shivers as she remembers her sense of dread that day, wondering if this would be the last time she'd ever visit this room. How she swallowed the lump in her throat when she saw the worry in Mom's eyes, the questions Sloane couldn't bring herself to answer.

Hazel frowns at Sloane's involuntary shudder, enfolding her in her thick blanket and tucking Katie into her weak arms.

The two settle back on the bed, backs against the bedstand, as the titular little penguin throws corn kernels into a hot pan. His baby sister watches, jumping up and down when the yellow seeds puff up and turn white.

"What?" Hazel mouths when she sees Sloane silently giggling. She covers her mouth, already anticipating one of her favourite parts in the episode; Pingu's sister fooling her brother into looking away before stealing his share of kernels.

Pingu stares for a second at the empty pan, then glares after his baby sister, his beak already stretching to form the shape of a trumpet horn.

"Noot noot!"

Hazel guffaws, slapping her thigh. "He looks so cute when he does that."

Sloane's laughter is significantly fainter, yet carries the same note of joy and amusement. "Mom says when I first started watching Pingu, I wouldn't stop saying 'noot noot' for a whole month."

Iris comes out of the kitchen as she says this, bowl of soup in hand. Sloane breathes in the scent of roasted garlic emanating from it with a sigh of pleasure. On Sloane's laptop screen, Pingu takes out an obscenely large amount of corn kernels and throws them in a far larger pot.

"It's a very versatile word," Hazel says, grinning, "You could say it when you're excessively happy... excessively distressed..."

"... excessively pissed off at annoying younger siblings who steal your food from right under your nose..." Iris adds, winking in Sloane's direction. Hazel is surprisingly quiet in the middle of all the teasing.

Sloane has enough energy to half-heartedly elbow Iris in the ribs. "You damn well deserved a few noot noots for nicking my Ben&Jerry tub on your first day here."

Iris looks all injured innocence. "I didn't do that, Dipper did."

"Very nice, very 'the dog ate my homework', Iris," Hazel mocks gently, rolling her eyes at her girlfriend before looking at Sloane. "Did you always do that?"

"Do what?" Sloane takes slow, lingering sips of her soup, savoring its warmth. Pingu and his sister are now panicking over a mile-long trail of popcorn strewn over their kitchen floor.

"Repeat phrases no matter the context? In some of the childhood stories you've told me so far, you'd done that with other words."

Echolalia, the first therapist they'd met had told Mom. She likes repeating the words, but is yet to grasp their meaning. That last thought is more imagination than memory; all she can truly recall from that visit were the tiny farm animals she had sorted in a row on a playmat, by order of height.

"Yeah," Sloane whispers, her smile a tiny bit wider as she watches Pingu take boxes of freshly made popcorn on his sled, going from house to house, using his overzealous mistake to feed an entire polar neighborhood. "I always thought of words in terms of sounds first. The more I liked the sound of something, the more I'd use it whether I knew the meaning or not. You had to show me a visual, over and over again until I connected the two, if you wanted me to understand what a word meant. It took Mom a little time to realize that."

Sloane smiles at the sight the three of them must make right now, watching a childhood favourite on a bed surrounded by all the interests and all the achievements of her adulthood. The first time she'd watching this show, Mom had been curious. She'd never shown much interest in watching anything for more than a couple minutes, making going to the cinema almost an impossibility.

But this show, with its adorable clay penguin figures who spoke a language she didn't need to understand and who forced her to read their body language instead...this show was different. This show grabbed her attention and wouldn't let go. This show stayed with her long after she stopped binge-watching it, growing into a lifelong interest in real-life penguins.

She looks up at her best friends, both so different in their body language yet so familiar. Hazel's limbs are sprawled over her bed in a sort of casual grace, as if she is owning the space. Iris rests her chin on her right knee, her head tilted as she often does when she's thinking deeply about the media she's watching. Sloane feels a frisson of familiarity as she watches her - in so many ways they're so similar; sometimes Sloane wonders how much of herself she's incorporated into Iris. There are moments when looking at her is like looking at a mirror - the same responses on a drastically different face.

Even now, if Sloane tries hard enough, she knows that some of the ways she reads people's reactions can be vaguely traced to that stressful - yet indescribably exciting - exercise of trying to understand what Pingu was doing, what Pingu was saying, what Pingu was feeling.

"Mm," Iris says, grinning as Sloane finishes off her soup. She's been showing better appetite today than she has the whole week. "looks like they managed to clear out all that excess popcorn, eh?"

Sloane smiles back. Pingu drives his sled through the snow from house to house, his beak morphing into the shape of a trumpet horn as he announces his arrival. In a sound that is no longer annoyance, or anger - but excitement.

Noot noot!

* Katie Bouman is a post-doctoral fellow at Harvard who helped develop the code to find the black hole needle in the haystack of data collected from the effort.

** You can watch the episode of Pingu mentioned here.

*** Echolalia is one of the things that some autistic kids grow up with. Some are nonverbal in their communication, and some may not always engage in meaningful communication although they do attempt speech. Echolalia involves a tendency to repeat words or phrases while not understanding the meaning, eg. A child repeating someone's question instead of answering it. I HC Sloane as having speech delays as a child, that initially didn't go noticed because she was echoing words she heard.

#sloane washington #hayden young #perfect match #sloanewashingtonappreciationweek #SWAW #SWAW Day 2: Penguins #lizzybeth1986 #content: fanfic

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good--merits-accumulated · 2 years

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i love reunion so far but apparently its think critically about your fave media tuesday so!! a while ago i got super excited about the village arc in reunion being filmed in myanmar (because hey - that's my country, and you never see it anywhere!) but then was super disappointed and not surprised with how it was actually portrayed. yes, the "we're in, uhhhhhhh, Unspecified Southeast Asian Village" is pretty fucking funny considering i can see the burmese language posters in the back, and yes hei xiazi running weirdly in a htamein gives me a good laugh (huge mood), but beyond that, reunion falls back on old tropes about myanmar and also tropes which i think apply to a lot of SEA countries in general.

these include a general viewing of burmese (read: lots of SEA countries too) culture as primitive and savage while simultaneously exoticising it for, i don't know, the mysticism factor. persecution of ethnic minorities is already a big big problem in myanmar and this portrayal of what I am assuming is an ethnic minority group (although it doesnt look like any of the actual ethnic minorities we have in myanmar to me) really is not doing any favours -_-.

again, reunion is far from the only piece of media to portray us in this way (see also: anna and the king, from what i can remember) but the issue is that myanmar just does not show up in internationally distributed media at ALL and in the rare, rare, rare occasion it does, it's to be shown like this. when we're not uhhhh (checks notes) uncivilised villagers running arcane rituals and mutilating children, we're (checks more notes) violent thugs under the thumb of a corrupt military?

and yes, unfortunately the military thing DOES sort of apply, especially right now (rest in power Ko Jimmy, Phyo Zayar Thaw, Hla Myo Aung, and Aung Thura Zaw), and it deserves to be drawn attention to - but it's not the only thing!! there are other things!! we are so many of us with our own many cultural practices and cool shit that deserves to be appreciated and not exoticised

also, the little girl from the village - please stop chewing betel leaf!! your teeth are going to be so stained!! you can chew betel leaf when you're older 😭

this is really just a very muddy collection of thoughts and i don't know where i'm going with it other than i'd like to write a thing of the tltr cast just having fun in my hometown. visiting a street food stall! going to a pagoda! getting fucking Obliterated by the loudspeakers on the donations truck that comes around every evening (personal experience)!! etc etc there is so much more to my country and others in SEA than this

(just in case: SEA here is an abbreviation for South East Asia)

#please note this isn't a Thoughtfully Written Critical Post or whatever #it's very messy and is essentially stream of consciousness #brought to you by a burmese guy who's tired of this shit!#and ofc obligatory disclaimer #this is just one of a couple problems reunion has #and i still like it!#it fucks!#you can like things and criticise them are we agreed on this yes yes thank you #now that that's out of the way. who in reunion would whine the most about our showers #trick question. hei xiazi no contest #reunion: the sound of the providence #please add onto this i dont wanna be a one man echo chamber!!#dmbj

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bellatrixzcs · 2 years

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04.27.2022

Chester! Miiloves, darling, sweetheart, dear, mahal, ✨handsome✨, pogi, asawa and kung ano pa tawag ko sayo HAHAHAHA

Thank you for everything, also for your wise words, whenever I rant pagdating sa attitude ko, personal growth or character failures. I super appreciate you for being patient pag kulang-kulang ako sa testing ko and ang kulit-kulit ko madalas kasi nga "nag tabbeeeeed" minsan HAHA.

Thank you also for telling me some of your life kwentos kahit di mo na namamalayan na nagkukwento ka na ng personal na buhay mo 🤣. Everyone knows na napakasikreto mong tao. I was also touched when you said na pangalawa ako sa binalitaan mo ng student application results mo 🥰❤️

I'm sorry for being sensitive whenever I misunderstood any of your actions, or words,or jokes. Pero kahit tinoyo ako ngayon, bukas nilalambing naman kita, offering you some cashew nuts or any kind of food, kasi by that time narealize ko na hindi dapat ako naoffend HAHAHAH

Thank you also for not acting so awkward kahit na I confessed to you the alam mo na 😆, crush moments HAHAHAH You're still sweet and super natural to me. I really admire you for that.

Pag pasok ko sa May 10, wala ka na and the office will never be the same. Who's gonna play random TS songs now, Ugh! You already know how and when to hype me hahaha. By that, if I hear Hey Stephen, King of My Heart, Reputation album, any TS songs, Baby Blue Eyes, Michael Bublé, Bear's good bye song or ABBA group, I will always remember you.

I just wanna let you know, that someday for sure, we'll lose contact, and you will remain unforgotten in my mind. You may not be aware but you made me happy and alive at some lowest point of my life. I love you 💖🌼

Your favorite QA (kahit di mo sabihin, fave moko), wanna be girlfriend and asawang di nalilegal,

Rina

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woosansang · 1 year

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Wow, that's so cool! Learning so many songs to dance to must have been difficult. At least, it's hard for me to imagine because I'm not a dancer. It's special you have that connection with your biases!

I don't know how I survive Hongjoong and Mingi! They're so cool but also so cute. They're my favorite rap line in kpop. Also, I wonder if you can figure out who I am yet. 😈 Probably not, but it's fun to ask.

And your bias story made me laugh, haha! San sneaks up on everyone it seems. And Yeosang is so terribly pretty. And Wooyoung is, well. 🔥 I saw you're doing an ateez ot8 giffing event for Christmas, it looks like so much fun!!

As for Christmas, mine is quite similar to yours. I personally don't care for Christmas because I'm not religious, but the rest of my family is. It's still nice to exchange gifts, though, and to see everyone. A lot of my relatives live really far away so I don't see them often at all except at Christmas. I also love giving gifts! I bet we are both having lots of fun doing this event, lol. I'll be traveling to see some of my family once I get out of school.

-🎅

so do you stan a lot of groups then? to be able to say joonggi is your fave, i mean. i have no idea who you are bc as soon as you said hongjoong was your bias i got thrown off sdfjbsdfj not many people i know are hongjoong and mingi biased, as far as i know at least. idek if we're mutuals but pls don't tell me, i wanna be surprised sfjskdsj

i'd say wooyoung snuck up on me more than san actually. i wasn't a huge fan of san's styling during deja vu, which is probably why it took me so long to realise that i did actually like him lol. but with wooyoung, he just sort of appeared and i can't remember how i realised i biased him like i can with yeo and san. even if i check my old blog posts, he's just there suddenly and i'm giffing him but i don't remember ever consciously being like "oh yeah this guy's joining the bias line officially". and him becoming my ult was also like that lmao. i actually did go back and check some of my personal text posts and the wooyoung brainrot hit me HARD back in around april/may of this year, so he's been encroaching on that ult bias spot for a while lmfao

and yeah! i've collated everyone's responses and will start hunting for videos soon. I'm also working on a wooyoung gif challenge with a mutual, so that's what I've been giffing mostly in the last few days. I'm keen to start the christmas event sets though, even though i know it will reeeeeeally test my ability to colour match.... different types of videos, different lighting, different filming companies...... it's going to be a real challenge but as i said, i love gift giving, so i wanted to do something like this for all my beloved mutuals <3

yeah exactly, it's nice to see my relatives who don't live close. i also love the food that some of them make lol since i don't get to eat it any other time of year, it's always something to look forward to

ooh what are you studying, if u don't mind me asking? are you nearly done with school?

#asked #santa anon 2022

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writethatdown · 3 years

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so I was in a pretty bad rut for a few weeks, and now I'm in a fairly better place, still not living on a full fledge but the initial fog has lifted.

rut could be from a lot of things: burnout, lack of motivation, procrastination, outside triggers, bad mental health, or the overwhelming feeling of life falling apart but too numb to act upon it. the causes of it could be numerous as well: online schooling, student stress, work stress, a certain relationship with someone not working out or being stuck at an uncomfortable environment.

so I just want to remind you that you aren't alone love. you will eventually find a way out. you just gotta give yourself time.

note: this isn't science supported or anything. it's just a bunch of thoughts I had while I was trying to get back the stability in my life. I'm not all the way successful at handling my daily routine like a pro either. if any of you have better alternative in mind, feel free to add/correct.

let yourself feel: give yourself some time to feel the sadness, cry about it, wrap yourself up in blankets, sleep if you're tired and let it all out.

remind yourself about the things that makes you feel happy and the things you love: so when your life slows down and everything seems to be distasteful, it maybe because you haven't revisited your favorite hobbies in a long time. maybe you had detached yourself from your comfort shows, books, any form of entertainment. so go back to them. remind yourself about the things which makes you, you.

change the perspective around this funk phase: now the immediate response we have when we hit a rut is the guilt of not being productive. well you see, the first ultimate aim should be to get yourself back together. what have you been shoving away for too long? maybe it's a good talk with your best friend, go talk to your support group and the people who make you feel loved. but if you're someone stuck in a place where there aren't much people to remind you that irl, read posts from the #selfcare #gentlereminders tags on tumblr or pinterest. there are so many sweet people across the internet who know how you feel and have written about the same. listen to music, vent in a diary and get yourself back.

some ideas to get some serotonin inside you: music + dance, if you haven't taken a shower in a while—change your clothes, put on some dry shampoo and deo and comb your hair with fingers. eat and hydrate. aesthetic vlogs on youtube. making moodboards on pinterest for your favorite show, band, movie, aesthetic, anything. paint, draw, doodle or color. rewatch your comfort shows, movies or series. read or reread the works from your fave genre. stretch a little. make lists of random things. watch the sunset. look at clouds and stars. write a letter to your loved one, your past self or your future self.

identify the things which went out of proportion these days: maybe you were not taking care of properly these few days. not enough hydration, food maybe? find that out and make a reminder to slowly getting back into it. not by the span of a day. give yourself a week or two if you need to it's okay!

think about what new things are to be implemented and what was not working earlier: only now you will have to focus with the problem at hand. let's say your poor organization for school led to this much frustration. it's okay. we all learn gradually. so find out how you can organize better. there's literally so many resources across each of these problems on the internet. and once you do, start really small. as said earlier, give yourself enough time to get used to it. unrealistic expectations will make sticking to habits hard.

always remember winding down and taking some time out for your soul is important as well: the thing about consistency is to always go back to our why's and values and our happy things as frequently as possible. we tend to forget about the little things which are parts of us. so take time out for your hobbies and loved ones!

I'm not sure how much of a help these had been. I hope this makes sense. getting yourself back up doesn't happen in a day. give yourself as much time as you want. please please please don't be hard on that cute little yourself. that thing which brought you down was hard enough and you fought through all of it love! so I want you to give yourself a loving pat on the back and be proud! do feel free to share your experience and tips regarding this. it'll be greatly appreciated!!

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peanutpinet · 3 years

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Yuta as a cold yet soft mafia boss

Prompt: 99) “You think prison is the worst place you could go? You pull some shit like that again and I’ll have you thrown in places that’ll make prison seem like a wet fucking dream.” from 100 Dialogue Prompts for Mob Boss AU

A/N: just like the Jeno fic, I've always wanted to do a Yuta fanfic and it wasn't until I saw this writing prompt that I'm like, this feels like something Yuta would say.

Warnings: probably some cursing since it's Yuta XD

Now, we all know how cold and scary Yuta looks when in fact he's a big softie. Which is probably one of the reasons why you fall for him; because of how soft whipped he is with you and the rest of NCT.

Like the boy is very much whipped for you that he would even have time to ask you 'have you eaten', 'what are you up to' while being on a mission. The boys also like to tease him about it, even WayV (who we all know are slightly terrified of him)

Would definitely take you out on a date every now and then if he can. A/N: Kay, hold up, we're getting a bit ahead. I forgot to tell you how y'all met XD

So, it was a school night (well, you're in college); and you were quite stress with your final assignment that you decided to go to the nearest convenience store to grab some coffee and snacks to pull an all-nighter.

You wore an oversize hoodie and some sweats (cause comfort is key) and was walking through the snack aisle, about to grab (your favourite snack) when another hand was about to reach for it (ehem, Yuta, ehem)

Despite wanting to grab the snack, you insist the tall, handsome man to have it instead (even if you were wondering how a guy like him like your fave snack). But the man insist you take the snack; which led to the both of you having a little debate and eventually the man took the snack, paid for it but gave it to you, saying that you needed it more

"Take it. Finals are tough and you need the little boost to keep you going. Also, don't worry so much about the result. What matters is you did your best, mkay? See you around kid" the man lectured, giving you a slight smile before leaving with his own coffee

After he left, it took you a while to process what just happened before going back to your dorm and continue your final assignment

But oh how the universe like to bring people together ;)

It was right after your finals and you and your friends decided to have some drink at a nearby bar since you guys were curious and have never experienced the bar aura.

You weren't much of a drinker despite your amazing tolerance in alcohol so you were rather confused what to order until a familiar sound came.

"She'll have the orange-mango crush" a familiar voice stated

Turning around, you saw the same man you bumped into at the convenience store almost 2 weeks ago but this time, he looked way more put together and even wore a suit. Lowkey, your mind was starting to wander around and thinking whether there was going to be a fight or some sort or if this was that typical mafia story you secretly read.

"Didn't think you'd be the type to come to a bar on a school night. You done with your finals kid?" the man asked

"I, uhh, yea. Wait!! What do you mean the type to come to a bar?" you stuttered; not aware that your friends were staring at the both of you

"Don't worry, I don't mean it like it's a bad thing. People do what they want. Who am I to judge. Anyways, you ladies enjoy your night. If there's any problem, don't hesitate to let me, the bartender or the guards know. Also, the drink is on the house" the man winked at you and your friends, giving a slight wave before leaving

Cue your friends immediately plastering you with all sorts of question. Wondering how you met a handsome hunk in the midst of your finals. Not to mention, that handsome hunk even remembers you. Cue you becoming a blushing mess; especially after the bartender came with the drink the man requested for you.

Though you were worried that the drink was spiked, you gave a little sip and it was all fruity and delicious. Mental note to yourself: not only is he good-looking, kind but also has good taste in food; great, just great.

The rest of the night went fairly nice. You and your friends were sipping on your drinks, having a nice chit-chat bout life in general, catching up since you guys were not in the same classes. Once the clock hit 1 am, you figured that it was time to head back to your dorm.

Since you decided to wait for your friends who were calling an uber to head back to their homes since they live near your college. Whilst waiting, you told your friends that you were going to go to the bathroom for a bit.

Right when you came out of the bathroom, a random man tried to hit on you and it made you very uncomfortable that you eventually hit the wall behind you. But luckily, a certain someone came and save the day ;)

"Oi. Hands off the girl. Looks like someone is new to my bar since I don't accept any sort of make-out if there's no consent between two parties. Scram before I make you" your saviour growled, making the man leave you alone

"Are you alright?" the man asked while you were catching your breath

"Yeah. Yea, I am. Thank you again. Uh..." you mumbled

"What is it? Are you sure you're alright?" the man questioned, worried in his tone

"It's just, you've basically helped me twice and I still have yet to know your name" you chuckled, making the man chuckle as well

"If that's really what you want. I'm Yuta" the man called Yuta chuckled

"Thank you, Yuta. I appreciate it" you thanked him, giving him a genuine smile; not knowing what that smile does to Yuta's heart

And folks, that was just the beginning of your relationship. Ever since that night, Yuta made it his goal to get to know you more before actually asking you in a relationship; which, when the time came and Yuta asked you, without thinking twice, you said yes.

Throughout your relationship, Yuta was pretty blunt in telling you what he does as a living and mentioned that while he may live a dangerous life, he still had morals and his job was actually putting down all the bad people hiding in the shadows.

Despite all, you trusted Yuta and he also trusted you. You still had your freedom and was allowed to go wherever with whoever you wanted as long as you told Yuta beforehand. Even throughout your near one year anniversary, both of you knew each other's friend group and you even get to see how soft Yuta was when it comes to his mates.

However, all those sweet moments you both felt like a dream the second Yuta heard news that you were captured by some lowlife gang that NCT made go broke. Hearing the news, it was only a matter of minutes before the whole NCT used their network to find you and create a well thought out plan to get you back.

Once Yuta got you back, he made sure you were alright whilst the other members lock the gang up in their basement. Yuta made sure that you had no injuries; which, if you do, he would tend them himself and if he can't then he'll have someone come but stay by you until you were alright or, until you fell asleep.

After tucking you into bed and making sure you were fast asleep. Yuta peck your forehead for a moment before quietly sneaking off the bed and out of his room, going down to the basement and confronting the gang with some of the other members.

“You think prison is the worst place you could go? You pull some shit like that again and I’ll have you thrown in places that’ll make prison seem like a wet fucking dream. Now, which one of you nutjobs came up with the idea in the first place?!" Yuta growled, smirking once he saw the gang cower in fear

A/N: hope you guys enjoy this Yuta fic that came out of nowhere XD and hope you all stay safe and healthy :) xoxo

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olderthannetfic · 2 years

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RRverse hyperfixation anon, I know exactly what you're talking about! I left that fandom years ago but still follow the main tag for art and it seems like every third post is a flavor of anti now. The fandom actually ruined my favorite RR series, HoO, for me with it's vitriolic atmosphere long before I stopped reading YA in general.

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That fandom got weirdly dehumanizing towards the characters too sometimes, treating them as just a checklist of identities rather than people, and framing that as a Good And Important Thing To Do and how dare anyone be so disrespectful as to be more interested in a character's personality than their identities!

I've seen similar behavior in other Tumblr fandoms and while I think people should be able to do what they want with fictional characters, people need to stop forcing their way of doing fandom on other people.

I still remember how much it it sucked to be a teenager of color who for the first time saw a character that was somewhat similar to them – I'm from a majority white country where diversity in media is not a concern to 99% of people – in looks, experienced social issues, and personality, and who wants to explore the character as a person through AUs and such, only to be told they're being racist toward their own group for doing so.

Apparently people of color can't enjoy video games or LARPing or building computers because those are "white people hobbies". We can't like certain music, or foods or whatever because they are "white people things". And making a character enjoy those things is whitewashing them. Maybe these words come across different in America but to me they sound exactly like the local racists who want people like me gone from this country entirely.

I don't post much fandom things anymore and when I do it's usually about white male characters because for some reason I'm allowed to treat them as people.

And now I'm seeing the same type of fandom person demand Own Voices content! Don't ask for our voices if you can't even handle hearing them in such an inoffensive context!

This is a little bit of a nitpick, but his stuff tends to be middle grade rather than YA, no?

And yes, there is a massive double standard masquerading as "supporting" POC. In my experience, it tends to boil down to a combination of clout-chasers whipping people into a frenzy to further their own power and more or less well meaning but misguided fans who are very picky about their faves.

I totally have the same problem with gender: I'm way pickier about female characters and especially f/f than about male characters, and the upshot is that I enjoy more things with male characters. Doh! It's just an instinctive reaction. I can't turn it off.

A lot of people take that personal inability to enjoy and inflict it on everyone else in the form of being hypercritical of all fannish activity around a particular minority character. The problem is that fandom only flourishes when it's not being obsessively monitored that way.

I think people around here desperately want reality and activism to work along moralistic lines: be Correct™ and yell loud enough, and that will accomplish what you want.

But in reality, being pragmatic would work better.

We know what fosters creativity: room to fail and try things without it being a giant fucking drama. And we know where good fic comes from: a vast mountain of badfic you can mine for gems. No mountain, no top 1% of good shit!

Ultimately, these fake activistes shoot themselves in the foot. They're a blight on the causes they think they champion and impose unfair scrutiny and double standards on the minorities they claim to be protecting.

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lunartearrose · 3 years

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What your fave Coroika character says about you - Team leader addition!

This will mostly involve recurring team leaders, but if it's popular i will make a post for the one off team leads! Anyways, here we go in order!

1. Goggles

-you really thought he was Team Blue's leader and still consider him the actual leader

-you are actually super sweet and gentle!!!!

-currently ignoring the goggles crimes of public indecency <3

-you want him to habe more character arcs and make them with your bare hands! You're super creative with what you make and should share it more!!!!

-quite gay, likely neurodivergent!

2. Specs/Glasses/Megane(????)

-really mad when people don't remember that he's blue team's leader!!

-you have anxiety

-pls b gentle on urself you're trying your best

-you have a firm belief that glasses should be smooched on the cheek

-you buy every single gear and weapon in game impulsively! Must have all!

3. Rider

-you feel strongly about this boy's characteristics

-i betcha you have/crave black leather jackets and awesome punky platform boots

-you either love gorai or hate it with a passion

-Rider did nothing Wrong (except for the scene with metry we dont talk about that/make rider apologize for real in fanon)

-u would like to be held gently sometimes

-often the most mature of a friend group! The least chaotic

4. Army

-you! Food lover!

-to-do lists and schedules actually work pretty nice for you

-you just thought he was really cute

-You draw/like it when people draw him with freckles on his lil squiddy face

-very mad about the bees

5. Aloha

-YOU ARE SO BI AND HAVING A TIME(??)

-chaos flows through your veins and nothing can stop you

-one day you will show up at your friend's doorsteps and whisk them away on a lil urban adventure like gravity falls but with a little less danger and more running around roads/woods with sticks and fishing out pond gunk with said sticks

-with all that being said! Your brain has a good time till it mistakes your intense feelings for panic and makes it full on terror. You do not want it to stop you, but friends are more there to bring u down to speed

-funney little jokester

-you either make aloha as much of a party boi as he seems or take one look at the panels where he maked *those* faces and run with what bubbles beneath

6. Mask

-you have a few mood disorders and i hope you're doing ok with them. But you did see mask and vibed!

-this is a character you vibe especially hard with

-fond of the "weird" pets such as rats, ferrets, snakes etc.

-salmon run arc was fun for you!

-gaymer big gay

-often a fan of the sad x ray of sunshine stuff!

7. Skull

-you expected him to be super evil but fell in love instead

-likely on the ace side

-Sewing is either an aesthetic or a hobby of yours

-you just think skull is a neat sweet boy and you're so fucking valid for this

8. Gloves

-him green!

-ok honestly Gloves lovers are the sweetest people ive ever met u rock I'm certain ive never met someone who faved gloves and was mean

-no bad vibes!

-you firmly believe this boy deserves the world

-you draw with the stitches and hc watermelon eyes

9. Emperor

-you saw this smug bastard and knew. You love this fucker

-ya find yourself amidst debates a lot but there are hills you will die on for He

-you're so pissed off that they dont let you have emperor gear like COME ONNN

-Your feelings are rather intense! A lot of the times it gets tough but dont forget the support you have and like. Try to take it gently

-dont forget ur water! Or your meds!

-nb vibes

10. Vintage

-you really like actiony anime! Not shounen per sey but as long as it has you saying "holy fuck shit's happening" you're watching it

-this bastard boy you feel might get the goggles friending treatment you know but you love him still the way he is and plan to love him after that

-ur not cis

-eye aesthetics are fun for you

-actually terrible at vintage's main but god dangit if you aren't learning it to cosplay in game...!

-you get into discourse like Emp does but you could honestly care less for the love of god you want these ppl to stop talking

-firm believer in the skull and vin were exes/are complicated hcs

-u want to have more fandom friends! But. You are nervous.

Welp, that's it! Definitely doing a part two since i couldn't fit prince or hachi or quite a few actually

#coroika #splatoon #rider kun #goggles kun #glasses kun #army kun #aloha kun #mask kun #skull kun #emperor coroika #vintage coroika #s4 #xbloods #u can count this for kinnies too #reblogs welcome! i must know your thoughts and additions <3 #text #long post #hope the edited pics arent too eye strainy #yes i fed aloha thru waifu 2x and nobody else

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carlycmarathecat · 3 years

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The opening sequence started with an abandoned warehouse, boards filling in the way inside mostly on the windows. There came moving noises and shouts from the inside and out popped our four favorite turtles one by one, Leo in the lead. The dust settled down slowly as they each tried to catch their breath. Eventually, came the half-hearted laughs.

"Okay...that was kinda fun back there." Leo piped up.

"Risky, but yeah, not bad for first-timer, Leo." Raph's arms crossed in pride. Mikey nodded in agreement and looked towards Donnie, already hunched over his wrist device tapping away.

"And you said I couldn't handle leadership." The red-eared slider smirked.

"W-What, I never said that?"

"Not out loud anyhow."

While the older brothers slightly bickered among themselves, the box turtle turned attention towards the middle child of the family. "Donnie? Yo, Donald." He reached to touch the other's shoulder. The softshell in question slightly seemed startled turning towards the baby brother. "Leo did a pretty good job leading us, didn't he? You didn't have that much doubt in him as you did from the start, right?"

Donnie gaped a little before pressing lips into a thin line, giving off a quick nod. He appeared a little pale all of a sudden.

It didn't get past Orange as he collected Purple's hands in his own, "Hey... what's up, bro? You act like you've seen a ghost so suddenly." His brow curved into one of worry, "You can tell us anything, you know?"

This caught the attention of the older brothers as they faced the two younger siblings. Donnie began opening and closing his jaw but hardly made any sounds, slowly reaching to feel his Adam's apple... something wasn't right.

'It feels like fire...why can't I say anything...??'

"Donnie- whoa!" Mikey yelped as the softshell launched forward, hand over mouth as one cough after the other poured their way out in a painful manner. Leo grew in panic, making his way over quickly.

"Mikey, the hell is going on...??"

"He-He won't say anything to me!" Mikey was getting a little scared, "I don't...think he can say anything."

Blue bit his lip hard, "You're not suggesting that...?" But he had to brush it off, for now, turning to his twin who was trying to collect his breathing, tears in his eyes from the coughing fit that kept building up. "Donnie! D-Donnie, just take it easy. Deep breathing, just breathe deeply and slowly, you hear?" The softshell did his best to follow said instructions. "That's it, just like you do with your panic attacks..."

"I'm gonna ring up Pops, maybe he can help!" Raph wasted no time in bringing out his phone to do so.

"Yeah, you do that!"

Donnie eventually got his breathing under control, but it still felt hot to the touch... it was making him dizzy. Leo calling out his name was the last thing he heard before passing out.

It could've been minutes or hours even, but Donatello slowly woke to find himself in the den laid on the couch. He felt something cool and wet around his throat, still felt warm from the inside regardless. He pushed himself into a sitting position...

"Hey, bro."

There was Leo, approaching him into a kneel beside his disaster twin. "Try not to talk right now, you'll end up with another coughing fit. Is there anything you need?"

Now that he mentioned it... Donnie did his best to gesture like he was drinking. Leo nodded in understanding, bringing up a glass of water, ice cubes bobbing about in it. The softshell took slow sips of the beverage and eventually looked towards the slider turtle silently asking;

Have they figured out the problem?

"Well...it should be obvious what the cause is." Leo tried to laugh but it faltered, "At least... that's what I'm hoping anyway..." He felt Donnie's hand slowly take a hold on his own and he squeezed in return. The snapper and box turtles made their way into the den.

"Ah, good. He's awake." Mikey sighed, relieved. "Now remember, Raph-"

"I know." Raph approached the other two, a somewhat frown in the genius's direction. "You've got a pretty bad habit of scaring us half to death, don't you?" Donnie pouted; was he really gonna do this now?

"But the problem's been figured out, right?" Leo wanted to know. Raph and Mikey took concerned noticed how the slider kept hold of the other's hand.

"...Right?"

"Uh, yeah, kinda." Mikey cleared his throat, "The way Draxum described it... that dust we dealt with has a bigger effect on some more than others from the looks of it. And those who have had it say it's like having a fever of 100 except it's within your neck. Just some soft foods and liquids, he should be good in no time."

This somewhat settled relief for Leo. Donnie, however, wasn't sure about not being able to speak for a long period of time.

"And we're all gonna pitch in and do our best to help you get better. The only difference being you won't be able to protest against us." Raph's little joke was answered with Donnie's elbow connecting with his ribcage. "Oof!"

Mikey giggled sadly, "Actions still speak louder than words, you know that, Raphie." Leo would've laughed too, he just felt too glum to follow through.

"It's okay, boys." Splinter entered the room, "I'll take it from here, you're all free to go now."

"Sure, pops."

"Yes, daddy."

The rat turned to the slider, "That means you too, Blue...Purple will be alright."

Leo wanted to protest, say anything but Donnie's hand upon his shoulder and a sad smile aimed at him... Blue sighed in understanding, getting up and slowly following after his other brothers. As Splinter changed the towel from Donnie's neck to replace it with a fresh one, he took fatherly notice how the twin kept his gaze where Leo had walked out.

"Try not to worry about him right now, my son. He'll be alright, you'll see."

Leo paced in the other room while Raph and Mikey were doing their own things to pass the time. How could he have been so stupid, so overconfident, just so... with a grunt of frustration, he grabbed a cushion and tossed it across to the other side.

Raph couldn't help taking notice, "It didn't really do anything to you, Leo..."

"You can say it." Leo frowned, "You both can just say it already, get it over with."

"Say what?"

The slider growled annoyed, "You know what I'm talking about, damn it! I'm the one responsible for what's happened to Donnie! He's like this cause of me! Who knows how long it'll be before he's up and chatting again, maybe to even rub it in what I could've done differently!" He paused to catch his breath after his vent.

"Look, Leo-"

"So what're you saying?" Mikey glanced from his comic, "You'd rather be the one with the hurt throat while Donnie's blaming himself instead?"

Leo's brow curved in concern, "What, no, I'm not saying that..."

"Hey, none of us knew the dust in that house would have that type of effect but we made it through as best as we could. We've at least made it out alive, right?"

His fists clenched tightly, "I know that... but I just..."

Mikey, now marking a spot in his comic, approached his older sibling in blue resting his hands on his shoulders. "Leo, I don't know if this will be any help, but... you shouldn't consider your mistakes as failures but as lessons instead." He smiled, "You at least have an idea what to do for next time we approach a situation like this, again, don't you?"

Leo bit his lip... and nodded. Raph joined in, "And like I said, we all pitch in, Donnie's gonna feel better in no time."

"...thanks guys." Leo embraced both his siblings in a group hug.

Mikey eventually broke away, "So... which one of us should take turns with Donnie first?"

Blue smiled, "I've already had my turn, you guys can decide among yourselves."

The next few days flew by faster than you could blink. Mikey helped out with whipping up soft recipes that Donatello could easily swallow, Raph assisted with telling some of his middle brother's fave stories (preferably ones that didn't involve too much magic). And as for Leo, he simply shared episodes of Jupiter Jim, some of them being Donnie's favorites too.

Purple was eventually able to speak again once the burning in his throat went away, but he and Leo didn't have to share an apology/forgiveness between them; it felt on that day after that mission, they already have both said their peace.

Pictures done by @jadethest0ne 💚

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles #leonardo #donatello #michelangelo #raphael

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coquelicoq · 4 years

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please make a post about your all time favorite of wangxian fics ❤

howdy there stranger! so i thought about this, and i've decided it's too hard to narrow it down any more than i already have. at least not without some kind of specific parameters, like my all-time favorite wangxian fics in which lwj gets cursed to say all his thoughts out loud, or my all-time favorite wangxian fics in which wwx gets turned into a rabbit, or what have you. but all-time favorite full stop? i can't, anon. that's like asking me to pick my favorite letter of the alphabet. theoretically it can be done, but it would take a very long time and come at great emotional cost.

what i can do, however, is direct you to my faves tag, which includes a bunch of wangxian fic. also this rec post! i made it way back in november, but i stand by it. they’re good fics brent!

plus i have just this very moment decided that any time someone asks me something like this, i will just rec a couple of the recent fics i've read that i haven't seen on tumblr yet. so here are my favorites from the last month or so:

get that message home by verseau (G, 2k): sizhui POV. the narrative voice is hilarious, and his relationships with each of his dads are so well realized. so many details that just really make this come to life! "i'm fine with pooping! sizhui tries arguing, maybe too loudly in the frozen foods aisle" is where i lost it for the first time and then it was all downhill from there in terms of my ability to keep it together. it's just a really wry, preteen boy narrative that ends up going to a really sweet place and i could reread it over and over and never tire of it.

Bodega Love by cicer (T, 11k): wwx's and lwj's reactions to meeting each other in a bodega told entirely via group chat (or in lwj's case, a text convo with lxc). just so funny and delightful. wq is perfect, jyl is perfect, absolutely everything about jc is perfect, lxc is at his very best enthusiastically meddling older brother, wwx is the platonic ideal of modern wwx. just peak chaotic disaster bi, very overdramatic in the way that we know and love. literally can't pick a favorite part, it's all so spot on. and tropey to boot! perfect modern au, a++.

Friends // You Are My Soulmate by Alittlemorecreative (G, 3k): remember that tumblr post about a guy who held his buddy's hand while he got a tattoo and the tattoo artist thought they were a couple? this is that, but wangxian. super cute!! the writing is very fluid, which tbh is one of my highest compliments. and i love that this does seem like a very wangxian way to get together. this is exactly how that “you like mianmian?” scene in the murder turtle cave would have gone down, had the murder turtle cave been a tattoo parlor and not a subterranean cavern full of mortal danger. so, basically just that one tiny change.

I get religion quick 'cause you're looking divine by so_shhy (T, 7k): wwx is doped up post-appendectomy and won't shut up about how much he loves his husband. plot twist: they're not actually a couple, and lwj thinks wwx is just teasing!! until jc comes along and goes "christ, not this again." (CLASSIC. LOVE HIM.) then lwj has a tiny little crisis, which is helped along by lxc in all his affectionately observant meddling glory. (i love me some meddling lxc, okay?) i have no defenses against a well-done jyl, jc, or lxc in the background of a wangxian love story, and i’m always weak for wwx expressing his true affections in an appropriately exuberant way that lwj instead takes as proof that he’s making it up. happy ending obviously!

okay, that’s all for now! i hope you find something to your liking here or in the tag!!

#sorry i keep subjecting everyone to walls of text this week i don't know what has gotten into me #i'm using all my tag-writing time to answer asks instead and i guess that's where the verbosity is going also #shrug emoji!!!#the untamed #wangxian #fic #these are a few of my favorite things #asks #anon #links #linked to #wangxian fic #but yeah please do check out my faves tag. the rec post only has fics that were not already on tumblr #and only fics from up to november. so there is quite a bit more in the tag #enjoy!#also ugh throwback to that time my coworker justin asked me what my favorite letter of the alphabet was and it TORMENTED ME #i miss that guy and his weird questions :(

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24hour-blues · 3 years

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all the ones you haven't answered yet? i'm sorry you're sad💙

thank you, that's very sweet. i hope you're doing alright 💛

1. when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk? - more milk. i always end up putting too much.

2. do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day? - yes

3. what random objects do you use to bookmark your books? - library receipts, post-its, junk mail, pencils

5. are you self-conscious of your smile? - i think it’s one of the few things i’m not self-conscious about, actually. i like my smile.

8. what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings? - writing, often poetry but sometimes prose. i like creating playlists, too, and singing.

9. do you like singing/humming to yourself? - yeah, i sing to myself all the time. whatever song i have stuck in my head at the moment.

10. do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach? - side, but very occasionally my stomach.

12. what’s your favorite planet? - jupiter

14. if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like? - lots of pillows and blankets of all types. succulents and cacti on the windowsills. wooden utensils and dark cabinets in the kitchen. a breakfast bar with stools that don’t match. rugs with funky patterns. a big, soft couch in a bright color that you can sink into. a small balcony with fold-out chairs. rows of mugs and barely any plates. the bathroom crowded with makeup and skin products, writing on the mirror in blue marker. beds never made. a guitar in the corner of the sitting room.

15. go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is! - there are more trees on earth than stars in the milky way

16. what’s your favorite pasta dish? - angel hair pasta with puttanesca sauce

18. tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up. - i can’t think of anything...

19. do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it? - everything. sometimes it’s big things, sometimes small. my fears and what i’m in love with. regrets. shame. hope.

20. what’s your favorite eye color? - grey

21. talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces. - idk if it’s really my favorite, but my current backpack took me all through college and it’s good for storing stuff or using as an overnight bag. it’s from timberland and is a nice earthy brown with a flap over the top. lots of pockets.

22. are you a morning person? - i can be

23. what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations? - make breakfast and tea. read or watch a movie that makes me rethink everything

25. what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into? - a school, i think?

26. what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit? - i haven’t had them forever, but i wear my doc martens with everything. i used to wear plain white keds with everything.

27. what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor? - winter green

28. sunrise or sunset? - sunrise

30. think of it: have you ever been truly scared? - yes

31. what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks. - i like soft, fluffy socks and ones with fun patterns. i love hiking socks. i don’t wear them to sleep tho.

32. tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends. - i went to a waffle house at 5am with a friend and some friends of hers i’d just met on her birthday. we were all really drunk, the food took forever, and it tasted awful, but we were happy and laughing.

33. what’s your fave pastry? - probably a cinnamon roll

35. do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often? - i like a good calligraphy pen and new notebooks. i don’t use them often; i feel like i don’t have anything important enough to write.

37. do you like keeping your room messy or clean? - it’s usually clean unless i’m not feeling well. sometimes i get disorganized.

38. tell us about your pet peeves! - overlapping conversations. people interrupting others. loud mouth noises, like chewing or licking. people criticizing my driving. nitpicky comments on my clothes or how i look. being talked about.

39. what color do you wear the most? - black, probably.

41. what’s the last book you remember really, really loving? - how it feels to float by helena fox

42. do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it! - nope

43. who was the last person you gazed at the stars with? - i’m not sure

44. when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything? - i can’t remember

45. do you trust your instincts a lot? - not really

46. tell us the worst pun you can think of. - i can’t remember it but something about pigeons and being coo-l

47. what food do you think should be banned from the universe? - bacon. i just wanna make people angry.

48. what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today? - my dad told me a story once, about when i was a kid. he said that he and i were walking together near the lake in the neighborhood across from mine. i was holding his hand, and i said to him that this was the happiest time in my life because i wouldn't be the same when i grew out of being a child. i think i have the same fear now--that i'll never be that happy again.

49 do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?

- i like records but i only have one. it's an album by ccr. i really like them

50. what’s an odd thing you collect?

- beer bottle caps

52. what are your favorite memes of the year so far?

- maybe those "girl..." text posts that just say stupid shit

53. have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them?

- watched them all but pulp fiction. i don't really remember heathers at all

55. what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point?

- lets not talk about that

57. go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics?

- not in the mood sorry

58. who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why? - bri is wine mom. quincy and i are vodka aunt.

60. do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?

- yes but i rarely remember favorites. i read so much and feel it then forget all the words

61. what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received?

- someone gave me a rock once. i get too nervous to give stupid gifts

62. do you drink juice in the morning? which kind?

- orange or cranberry

63. are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be?

- i'm more fussy about music than books, but i do like my books organized. i like them worn in and well-read tho, not in perfect shape.

64. what color is the sky where you are right now?

- a fuzzy, light blue-grey. it's snowing

65. is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with?

- a few

66. what would your ideal flower crown look like?

- lots of green leaves in all different shapes and sizes. tiny white and blue flowers.

67. how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel?

- isolated and insignificant. safe

68. what’s winter like where you live?

- cold, grey, snowy.

69. what are your favorite board games?

- idk if i really too many board games. maybe cranium. i like puzzles more

71. what’s your favorite kind of tea?

- honey vanilla chamomile

72. are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it?

- yea and even then i forget.

73. what are some of your worst habits?

- i give up too easily

74. describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.

- excitable. emotional. so very smart. creative as all hell. self-conscious where they shouldn't be. never runs out of words in the best way. loves to share.

75. tell us about your pets!

- my dog shiver is turning into a little old man, but he still acts like a puppy. he likes attention and whines to communicate. he'll greet you at the door and put his front paws on your thighs to say hi. follows you all around the house. loves to cuddle.

- my pigeon spirit is young and vocal. she coos for attention. when i go to sleep, she grunts every time i move to ask where i am and if i'm okay. i take showers with her and sit on the tile; she puffs up right into my side and sticks her wings out for me to splash water on her. she likes to be close to me to get neck scritches and push her head into my neck and preen every bit of me she can.

76. is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t?

- a lot probably

77. pink or yellow lemonade?

- limeade

78. are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?

- i dunno they're cute

80. what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why?

- it's white wallpaper with pink roses along the top and ribbons of pink and green striped vertically. my mom chose it before i was born.

81. describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of.

- they sort of remind me of dark water where everything is reflected back in it--not just the sky but the trees and people walking--and they make you want to look closer because you know there's something in there, it's not just a reflection, like flat glass. but it's hidden until you dio your hand in the pictures broken.

82. are/were you good in school?

- pretty good

83. what’s some of your favorite album art?

- i don't look at albums

85. do you read comics? what are your faves?

- not really, but watchmen is one of my favorites.

86. do you like concept albums? which ones?

- dunno

88. are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy?

- um. idrk. i like whatever monet was doing.

91. where do you plan on traveling this year?

- maybe michigan

92. are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch?

- i like cheese

93. what’s the hairstyle you wear the most?

- i just kind of. let it do whatever.

94. who was the last person you know to have a birthday?

- my uncle

95. what are your plans for this weekend?

- honestly have no clue

96. do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?

- put them off until windows tells me it's restarting the computer in five minutes

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house?

- mb

98. when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it?

- in college with jacob, although i wouldn't really call it joking. we just walked through a state park. it was beautiful.

100. if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why?

- idk. i feel like i'd make the same mistakes if i went back, but the future scares me.

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