#aussie writes!

[revillagenews]

I'm a dog until the day I die. My mouth covered by a cage, unable to bite or bark at the cruel hand that feeds me. I am a loyal servant to a devil in disguise and my loyalty is used to fill her own selfish desire to have you in her life, no matter how many tries it takes. I have never cared about my duties as the mutt that serves the priestess until you smiled at me and had that look in your eye...like I was never a monster, only a human being with feelings. Never cared until you ask about my interests. Never cared until you looked at me, like how you always looked at the others with that stupid twinkle in your eyes...that love.

[gunk-ice-tea]

They do share a burden and it's being misinterpreted (mostly by junkers) an atrocious shitpost under the cut

Personally i think he rocks the resting bitch face look 24/7

slay

[citrinesparkles]

take a break

jason todd x gender neural reader. 595 words. notes: requested by the ever-lovely austen anon for my valentine's celebration! so sorry for the wait, love- i don't even want to acknowledge how much trouble this gave me. happy st paddy's for anybody celebrating! warnings: picking at fingernails, reader's stressed out and hangry, i think that's it!

"you're doing it again."

jason's voice gently dragged your attention away from the work you were poring over, bringing it to the fact that you were indeed picking at your nails.

"dammit," you muttered, clenching and unclenching your fists before very pointedly laying your hands on your keyboard. right where you could see them. "thanks, jay."

"mhm."

you and he returned to your peaceful co-existence, sitting on the bed and at the desk respectively, the only consistent sounds the jazz he had playing quietly and the rain hitting the window.

it was peaceful.

or it would have been, had your stomach not been in knots over the tasks staring you in the face. all you wanted to do was turn your computer off, throw your phone in a safe and forget the combination, and curl up into jason's side for the rest of the day.

with a sigh, you threw yourself back into your reading.

you made some progress, the words actually making sense this time- right until your boyfriend sniffled.

such an innocent action. he probably didn't even realize he did it; but you did.

and it threw you out of your rhythm.

you swore under your breath, letting your head fall forwards to thunk against the desk almost childishly.

you felt his eyes on you. "that bad, huh?"

"yes," you groaned into the desk. "that bad."

"maybe-"

"i don't really want advice."

there was the sound of fabric across fabric and the quiet creak of the bed, and then there was a hand on your upper back. "okay."

"i just- i don't want to do this."

"i know."

"i'm tired, i've got a headache, my neck hurts. my eyes hurt. my eyelids hurt. i just want to go to sleep."

he hummed, rubbing small circles in between your shoulder blades.

"i'm so sick of this shit." you took a deep breath, letting it out in a heavy sigh. "alright, what's your genius idea?"

"i wouldn't say ge-"

"jason."

"sorry," he said, grin fully audible. "how about a break to eat?"

"groundbreaking," you said dryly.

"i said i wouldn't call it genius."

you rolled your eyes. "it's not an awful idea, either."

"considering you didn't have breakfast-"

"alright," you groaned. "alright. food."

-

jason, damn his ass, was right. food did help.

but so did getting to curl up into his side on the couch, far away from both computer and phone, so he wasn't the only one that was right. so there.

now, here, away from the brain-melting screen and despair inducing deadline, with jason- wonderful, caring, genius jason- holding one of your hands loosely in his own against your shoulder, things somehow seemed a lot more manageable.

and his jazz- streaming through one earbud for each of you- was much more "smooth, lovely mood music" than "the very last straw", now.

funny how that worked.

funny how his rhythmic tapping on his thigh and low hum were the sweetest sounds you'd ever heard when you weren't neck-deep in reading.

"i like you a lot more out here," you said dryly, squeezing his hand.

"out here, or after food?"

"...no comment."

he chuckled, resting his head against his. "i'd see through it anyway."

"cocky."

"observant," he said playfully, "and therefore confident."

"confident, cocky, potato, potahto."

"only if potato is justified and potahto is not."

you huffed out a laugh despite yourself, rolling your eyes. "oh, shut up. i'm listening to art."

he made a zipping motion over his lips, and you snuggled further into his side.

your work could wait a little while longer.

[kimis-gloves]

📸: esquire.australia

[nari-writes]

What's a fic you want to write but are scared of?

Oh man. Aw man. I presume you mean something like "dang this is gonna be massive and I don't want to dive into it" but.

But.

This is a perfect excuse to segue into: I don't want to write this fic because I'll stick my foot in it. 'Cause of the relationship focus (PLATONIC!) that would just. The two factions of people who would see it would Both be angry/annoyed. Reading comprehension in this decade is horrendous. And I don't want to get death threats from people who won't read my explanation/won't get that I'm doing this for comedic purposes and ALSO as someone who ships a tiny-ass rarepair I do not want to engage in the....adjacent queerbait of "this is possibly an inherently romantic concept but I am playing it ENTIRELY straight"???

And then ALSO I don't ship them so I also don't want to fall into the trap of my OWN DANG SELF where I LOVE writing romantic drama and will potentially-possibly actually-accidentally turn it romantic simply because I love writing pining so much. It could be fun! I can see why their dynamic would be SO PAINFUL (and fun) to ship but I don't, but I know writing this WOULD MAKE ME want pinning involved. Because I love writing Romance. I'm a goddamn romance/fluff/plot author. It'd be there. A spectre. Haunting me. Cackling in a little :3c fashion. I know myself. I know myself. I will fail. I'm weak and the internal pressure of writing this would lead SO well to pining and then I'd probably get attached because I can justify so much so easily and when I write people stuck in romance-esque situations I make it Work for what I Like and I DON'T want to do that because I DON'T want to con myself into shipping this.

"what the fuck are you talking about Nari," you ask, "and why the hell are you adding so many disclaimers before you even go into the fic idea???"

So Dick Grayson gets married to the Red Hood.

(this is platonic) (BEAR WITH ME) (THIS IS PLATONIC)

1 x Bludhaven Cop finds out that he's gonna get called upon to testify against the Red Hood and due to some absolutely WILD Shenanigans that will never make more than a singular mention in the fic, the Bludhaven court currently is running around with Diana's lasso of truth and/or some other artifact that makes it LITERALLY IMPOSSIBLE to lie on the stand. You WILL tell the truth. It is great for weeding out false confessions. The crooked cops and judges are incensed and trying to get rid of this thing ASAP but Dick has spent months trying to keep it safe and Still Working and he- he can't get rid of it.

And if Dick Grayson, Bludhaven Cop, current third witness in a case revolving around the Red Hood, gets on that stand...Oh Fuck He Knows So Many Red Hood Secrets. He 👏 knows 👏 so 👏 many 👏 secrets 👏

So Dick Grayson, Bludhaven Cop, sleep-deprived and panicking, goes: FUCK.

Well I can't be forced to testify against my spouse.

Jason howls when he hears what Dick has decided. He is absoLUTELY going along with this, this is the dumbest shit his brother has gotten himself into, how the FUCK is he gonna explain it to his co-workers. Jason is DELIGHTED at how stupid Dick is being. This man's a moron.

"oh I need to work within the confines of the law" YOU ARE A VIGILANTE, DICK, says Jason, cackling. Steal the damn thing!

BUT IT'S BEEN SO HELPFUL FOR THE COMMUNITY AND DECREASED FALSE ARRESTS, says Dick, so, so sleepy and so so emotional as a result. I CAN'T TAKE AWAY THEIR HOPE, JAY.

They do not have a ceremony. Jason grabs one of his lieutenants to act as signatory/witness and they go to the one branch of city hall that's in Crime Alley because Dick needs it done now and the case is in a week. There are three leaks in the ceiling. They are taking advantage of Jason's reputation to a) skip the line and waiting period and b) convince the magistrate to accept Jason's so incredibly fake ID:

(Chew. Chew. Pop.

Dick kinda wishes there was a polite way to say 'hey can you spit your gum out before it makes my brain explode from how not-seriously you're taking this super serious matter?' but he has a feeling something will get lost in translation, and the look on the registar's face is already deadpan and unimpressed.

Chew.

Chew.

Chew.

"And that's your legal name?" she asks, and the gum pops. Jason tilts his helmet, and Dick can imagine his grin; can hear it when Jason says,

"Definitely a legal one."

"You file your taxes under the name 'Red Hood'?" she inquires, her drawl filled with such a level of derision that Dick knows why she's chewing gum, now. It's to highlight how much she doesn't give a shit. Why is every resident of Crime Alley like this?

Her name tag says her name is Monica - Monica, like this is a normal day with a normal person! - and there are four people behind him with cellphones. There's a security guard behind them with a cellphone. He's not even calling the cops, he's definitely just recording them. Dick wants to vibrate out of his skin.

"Yep," says Jason, popping the p obnoxiously. "I'm an LLC, baby."

"Look, Monica," Dick says, shoving the bystanders out of his mind and giving her his most charming grin. "When secret identities come into play, getting married is a bit difficult. Dick Grayson is definitely dating the Red Hood-," holy shit he finally managed it without sinking into the depths of his 'how the fuck did we end up here???' self-spiral! "-which means if I want to marry him I have to marry the Red Hood. If I suddenly show up with some new, random husband that doesn't have this shiny primary-coloured helmet, isn't it going to be a bit weird?" And here's the part he can actually say with sincerity, even if, in this context, it'll mean something different- "I love him. I want to get married. But I need to protect him. Please?"

Monica looks at him. She looks at Jason. She pops her bubblegum, and then reaches for her stamp.

"Congratulations," she says, and slides the wedding certificate under the glass. "Enjoy domestic bliss.")

(We #loveMonica. She cares just barely about the legalities of marrying a crime boss and is Not Paid Enough to Deal With Anything Else).

Anyway, other things that occur that @midnightluck and I talked about, everyone say <3 <3 to Lucky for having the funniest goddamn words. Wildly out of order/messy/random humour things that occur (under readmore because this post is INSANELY long):

Precinct is Not Surprised by Officer Grayson revealing he has a partner, due to conversations like this:

(phone rings) "Grayson here. Wha--oh, hi. What? No, I didn't touch your book, you know I don't read your books. No, I'm not saying there's anything wrong with Chaucer, I just don't have the time-- can we. Can we not. Look, I don't know, maybe it's on the nightstand where you left it after that concussion last week? No, not the one with the grenade drawer, though we do need to talk about that, how do you go through so many so fast? No, I know that, that's why the spare room is your armory, I don't have a problem with that--yes, I know, but that doesn't mean-- ugh. You know what. No, I'm at work. This can wait. Uh huh. Uh huh. No, I want Thai. Thai. You owe me satay for this and you know it. What? Yes, we're still on the Robinson case; whatcha got for me? Uh huh. Uh huh. Really, them? Oh, I know that address, isn't that that warehouse where Timmy--yeah, haha, right? Oh, right? For sure. Let's get that picture printed; he'll hate it. Uh huh. Okay, gotta go, some of us have a day job--no one pays you to be a zombie, okay? Okay, see you at home. Bye."

Reasons why people think it is the Red Hood:

police officer Dick is doing a thing at work and suddenly! The Red Hood appears at his raid/bust/whatever! And he's all "drop the weapons or I'll get another duffle bag" and Dick goes, "Everyone chill a sec," pulls out his phone and is like, "Hey, Red Hood, are you in Blud right now?"

"No? You know I've got that thing at the harbour tonight. Why would I be in Blud?"

"Well, I've got a Red Hood and that's definitely your jacket and hood he's wearing, like, a couple iterations ago but it's yours. You piss off any magic users lately? Trip into any time slips? Dimensional mirrors?"

"No? Shit, when's he from, can you tell?"

"It's that jacket with the high collar, with the stain on the sleeve, you know the one? The red piping?"

"Huh. I haven't worn that one since two summers ago, so careful, he might be riding green?"

"Lemme check. One sec--hey! Mr Hood! How do you feel about Tim?"

"…Tim who?"

"…That's not me."

"That's not you. It's not a time dimensional thing, is it, mr Hood. You're just a copycat."

"I bet he found an old safe house, he stole my shit--Hey, asshole! Wait, am I on speaker? Put me on speaker. Hey, copycat! I want my stuff back! And I'm coming to get it!"

and later when the precinct has gotten sort-of-used to Dick Grayson "being married" to a vigilante:

Grayson and partner walk out the station doors and Red Hood descends upon them, gun out, gets right up in Dick's face and says "I swear to god Dickolas if you leave your wet towel on the ground one more time I will start washing it with peppers and make you regret everything."

2. The Precinct All So Fully Aware of Dick Grayson's secrets yeah man they all know it! Dick Grayson is....dating the Red Hood!

"Grayson? Yeah, he's dating the Red Hood, they're basically married--"

"W h a t, we are not--how--what--"

"oh shit, my bad man, y'all broke up? Sorry to hear it. Anyway, Grayson is the Red Hood's ex--"

"I'M NOT."

"-you're still together?"

"We were never together!"

(precinct decides to set up Officer Grayson and the Red Hood because OBVIOUSLY they've got a bond.png)

"you can encourage him away from crime, grayson!!!"

"I can't encourage him to do shit," dick grumbles, "i cant even get him to have a shower if he doesn't feel like it." (dick ignoring the times he has actively bullied jason into taking care of himself)

Every single not-dirty cop is just: no no of COURSE Grayson won't admit it. That's not fair! He loves being a cop. It must be so hard to balance justice with love.

3. married behaviour: Dick Grayson is Never Beating the Allegations

the Red Hood waltzing into the Blud police station all "here to see Grayson please--that way? (The guns are out but then he asks for Grayson and everyone's like oh shit yeah we wanna see this first hand) "Thanks. Dickiebird! Honey bun! Your forgot your lunch at home, puddin' pie!"

"…what."

"now, now, all these nice folks here have told me we're together, so we must be, mustn't we?"

"No?"

"Oh? You don't want your delicious lunch I handmade for you out of love?"

"…I…didn't say that…"

("Don't you love me?" Jason asks, and every single warning sign yells: this is a trap!! Dick contemplates burying his face in his hands.

"At work?" he says instead, wishing he could transplant his pain so Jason would stop finding such joy in his embarrassment.

"Oh, so you aren't bummed you forget your wonderful home cooked lunch at home? You're happy for me to turn around and take your lunchbox back home with me?"

Roll back- his what?

Jason smacks a bento box on his desk, the clear lid showing off tiny red sausages cut into mini replicas of Jason's helmet and tiny guns, and Dick chokes. Jason's face, he can imagine, is gleeful; his tone certainly gives it away. "And after I put in so much effort…"

"No, no, I love you," Dick says, lunging for the box and mentally discarding the stale coffee and sandwich made with slightly-off meat that he'd been planning to get from the cafeteria.)

Gives him the lunch, goes to kiss him on the head but with the helmet he just straight up bonks him painfully, waltzes out again. "See you later for dinner, sweetheart!"

"Sooo, Grayson…"

"can we arrest him? Why aren't we arresting him? He's super wanted, let's arrest him."

"Please, like we'd get involved in your domestic affairs"

Dick torn between Homemade food and god jay why are you doing this. Do you exist only to make him suffer. Why are you the most evil sibling.

The fake is the biggest one, the kickstart, because how would officer Grayson know that wasn't hood unless he knew the red hood well? - but then it's bits and pieces, that Dick doesn't even do consciously, and then Jay finding out and the Lunch Situation Dick gets called in by his captain and he's like no sir I swear sir it's not, I'm not-

I'm doing an undercover op

His captain, not buying that shit for a minute: uh-huh

Barbara: "okay but Deathstroke was bad enough, now you're going after the Red Hood? You've got a dangerous type, boy wonder"

"babs why are you doing this to me"

"don't pretend you don't know >:/"

babs hanging in the bludhaven office during Dick's lunchbreak and ABSOLUTELY supports more rumours. She's Dick's best friend!!! Of course SHE'D know about Dick's ~paramour~.

Dick is going to hide under his desk and Never Ever Come Out Again

His captain realising red hood is less violent when Grayson's on the scene and finally awkwardly is like "look….if it's because the Precinct isn't a safe space for you…"

"IF I REALLY WAS DATING A CRIMINAL IT SHOULDNT BE A SAFE SPACE."

so his co workers start working around it but then Dick gets into a situation where he'd Have to testify and he's like. Shit. and he goes NOPE SORRY CAN'T DO IT, CAN'T TESTIFY AGAINST MY SPOUSE WHO IS. THE RED HOOD. :) MY SPOUSE THE RED HOOD. (is dying)

Moment of quiet then "wait who won the pot? Was it Johnson? Mick, you owe me $20 personally--"

Jason is going to be insufferable.

But also yes, Dick getting wildly congratulated for "finally managing to put a ring on it" or some shit and he's like/ Don't put your head in your hands don't put your head in your hands, don't --

"So how'd you two meet?"

1: "he stole my dad's tires so we kidnapped him" (true)

2: "he attempted to kill my little brother and also my dad" (true)

3: "he saved me from a mugging?" (Embarrassing lie)

and you KNOW he has to say 3 tho, the other two may have come up earlier about Jason and he canNOT let anyone connect them

The bullpen dissolving into yelling as everyone tries to sort out bets. Dick being asked who/how popped the question.

4. Dick Grayson and "I was trying to infiltrate the dirty cops of the precinct but goddamnit being Red Hood's fiance has revealed there are so many of them- and now they're throwing me a stag party. great.

Dick trying to salvage any of his dignity: Red Hood proposed. He was very romantic about it. Read me Shakespeare. Threatened to maim my enemies. Very sweet

"awww.. it's really great that he's so enamored with you Grayson, you deserve it :))"

"and you stopped him at only maiming!!! Dude, nice!!"

"yep. That was his (grits teeth) proposal gift. No more killing."

Jason, busting into their apartment later: DID YOU TELL PEOPLE YOU WERE ENGAGED TO THE RED HOOD?

Except Jason busts in on a contingent of tipsy and delighted cops. Who are like oh!!! Grayson friend!! Celebrate with us!

Jason forcibly cuddled and celebrated with, trying to yell at dick in code: "YOU'RE MARRYING THE RED HOOD? ARE YOU CRAZY? WHAT ABOUT HIS REPUTATION."

Dick: "I CAN'T TESTIFY AGAINST HIM JAY. HE'S IMPORTANT TO ME."

Cop: "Wait you didn't tell your brother you were gonna have a wedding?!?"

"It was- it was a city hall thing! It's hard to be discreet- Hood didn't want witnesses-"

"Not gonna want witnesses for what happens next either," jason mumbles.

5. Tim Does Not Need to be Blackmailed into Humiliating Dick:

"Here to see Grayson please. That way? Thank you." (deep breath) "D--Dick?"

"Tim? Timmy, oh no, why are you crying, what's wrong, Tim, what--"

"How could you?"

"Little bird no, what did I do, Timmybird talk to me--"

"You're dating a supervillain? What if you get hurt??? Dick, this isn't like you!"

"...how much is he paying you."

"How could you think that of me!"

"Oh. What's he blackmailing you with?"

"I JUST WANT YOU TO BE CAREFUL," Tim howls, scrubbing his eyes and using his stupid babyface to great effect and Dick's gonna kill both of them

Dick finally get him to "calm down" and as they hug and say bye, Tim whispers, "if you think this isn't the funniest shit I've participated in all year you're out of your mind. Blackmail isn't required."

Dick, uncomfortably aware that Tim will help Jason stir the pot in cackling delight if he thinks something's funny, is not comforted by the fact that they're bonding. He is immediatly right, because he later finds pictures of himself drooling on Jason's shoulder, but they've been edited so Jason has on the hood. Several guys in the precinct think it's very sweet

("Aww I just thought Dick would like some family photos for his desk, y'know, officer John? Let him know we support him🥺")

6. Post-wedding wedding gift from the precinct:

"We had a whiparound for you, Grayson; here."

"…Uh. What."

"Well since you're with the Red Hood--"

"UH!?"

"--right, since you're totally not with the Red Hood and have no contact with vigilantes ever and James totally didn't see anyone crawl through your window the other night bleeding, we got you a good first aid kit. So you can learn and be a more supportive boyf--I mean. Just in case. First aid kits are a good staple of any mixed household :)"

Dick later delivering it: "Guys at the precinct got us a wedding present. It's a first aid kit."

"Oh? Cool, we're out of Oxy anyway, good timing--"

"it doesn't have Oxytocin in it, Jay, that's a controlled substance, they're cops!"

"Well then what use is it!"

"Its usefulness isn't the point! Anyway, they themed it."

"WAIT THEY DID WHAT" (immediately delighted and digging through the kit)

Someone has individually drawn tiny red hood helmets on the bandaids

A note like "eyo dick, washable red pen works rlly well if u wanna write notes to your beau on these too"

Jason cackles and puts a bandaid on his perfectly fine helmet because he's so charmed

Dick goes into work one day with a black eye, a small cut on his forehead, and a Red Hood bandaid over it. Jason has written a tiny message on the bandaid like "healing kisses applied".

One of the secretaries who works DV cases very worriedly and subtly approaches him but Dick just immediately says, "No I got mugged, he saved me"

"damn. You get mugged a lot in front of him huh-"

"Well I have that kinda face, I guess"

"good thing you've got someone to save you!"

"…Yes. It's a good thing I get saved. Yes indeed. Love it."

(gasp) "Is this a flirting thing???"

7. Dick Grayson Has a Type, don't you know?

Red Hood manages a short appearance with just the domino, not the hood, and he's dyed his hair temporarily red

(this backfires: Dick shamelessly takes the opportunity to glomp on and brag about his super smart so strong really amazing (little bro)

"he can bench me!! It's so cool! And he's so supportive when he does I feel so safe in his arms :)))"

"you're a loser and I'm gonna hurt you."

"and my enemies~")

8. FAMILY DINNER, BABY

Bruce: so. I heard something interesting the other day. The bludhaven Precinct got to celebrate an engagement

Dick: no

Bruce: congratulations, Dick

Jason, also lowkey dying bc he figured bruce would know but was also kinda not expecting him to bring it up in front of the WHOLE ENTIRE FAMILY

Bruce: I'm sure you've put plenty of thought into your....choice.

Dick: I'm going to self combust and then you won't have a son OR a dining room table. Is that what you want? Is that what you want, Bruce?

Bruce: I just wish you'd invited more family than just. Jason.

Dick: you're dead to me

Jason, mumbling: hey tbf I had to be there

Bruce: "I want you to know I support you, no matter what. Just because Red Hood is--"

Jason: "what, a vigilante? A zombie? A mass murderer? What am I, Bruce?"

Bruce: "--male, I don't see you any differently. You're my son, no matter who you love."

Bruce: I just wish- well, no, it was your choice. But I hope you know a private wedding won't get you out of wedding gifts.

Jason/Dick: nO

Bruce: I took the liberty of having them delivered already :)) And if you would- Just a small ceremony, in the backyard--it would mean a lot to Alfred, and to me--

Jason: OLD MAN WHAT DID YOU DO

Dick: there better be a return policy---

and because it's fucking Bruce he's absolutely using the excuse to get them So Much Fancy Bitch Shit

(And a dog 🐕)

Bruce: a home for a family :))) if you'd like. I know the Red Hood cares deeply for children. --and you know how I feel about your place in Blud, Dick, it's no place to start a family.

Dick: "Please don't tell me you bought us an apartment."

Bruce: "Don't be silly, boys. I bought the whole building. it'll give hood plenty of space to store his things away from the kids!"

Jason: what kids.

Bruce: well, I always presumed, from red hood's behaviour, he'd quite like a few children. Even just to foster.

Alfred coming out stone faced, "congratulations on your nuptials, master Dick. Felicitations."

Dick: "Not you too."

Alfred: Miss Gordon informed me.

Alfred, sounding disappointed as fuck: I'm glad I was informed by someone.

Jason: Bruce I'm absolutely gonna bury you

Bruce: may I meet my grandchildren first?

Bruce: Anyway that was Dick's present. Please give this to Mr Grayson-Hood--oh, did you not hyphenate? I assumed you would, apologies. It's full tuition to Blud U for however long he wants. Do give him my best wishes too.

And then Bruce just. So soft. "And please make sure he knows he's always welcome, if he'd like to join us for family dinners. No matter his profession or choices."

I feel like this line would be Way Too Much for Jason and he'd storm off tho 🥺 and Dick would have to go get him to Chill out.

"it's just Bruce. You know what he's like."

"Overbearing and insufferable?" Jason sneers, hands curled around his elbows, and being "married" has been awkward but at least it's finally started to mend the physical distance Jason's been keeping. Dick knows, when he slings his arm around Jason's shoulders and pulls him in close, that Jason isn't going to go stiff and angry.

"Hey. I have an idea on how to make you feel better," he says with a tease, and Jason grunts. "Okay, no, little wing hear me out. How are we gonna get divorced?"

[oh-austin]

going method, part two (austin butler)

summary: you're playing priscilla presley in the new elvis biopic, when your co-star asks you if you would like to date him during the filming of the movie to better understand elvis and priscilla's relationship.

word count: 3,206

authors note / warnings: no warnings! the love on the last part was insane!! we even have a tag list going which is crazy to me!!! if you would like to be added, send me an ask here (off of anon) and let me know <3 here's the second part, I hope you all love it.

series masterlist / previous + next part

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It had been a week since the contract was first signed. A week of Austin getting you coffee and a week of you making sure he consumed at least two meals in a day of shooting. 

Austin and you were comfortable around each other, small kisses on the head and your cheek broke the tension pretty easy. However, created tension between you both in other ways.

Baz was on board with the ‘method acting’ idea. He already gaged that Austin was incorporating aspects of Elvis into his everyday life, but his leads dating to increase their on-screen chemistry? Borderline genius. He was happy to have two days free days set aside for production meetings, meaning that his romantic leads could spend their weekend together.

So on Sunday afternoon, you showed up at Austin’s apartment on the beachfront of Queensland. The idea of being jealous of the size of Austin’s apartment compared to yours crossed your mind, but you shut it down pretty quickly. He’s the lead, he’s the star; he deserves it. To be completely honest, you understood wanting to give Austin lots of luxuries. He could ask for your apartment and you would gladly hand the keys over. Austin was beginning to shamelessly take hold of you, not that you were opposed. 

The receptionist of the building must have been told that you were coming, she used your surname and referred to you as 'Miss' when addressing you. Austin had prepared for your arrival, sweet really.

Austin's apartment resided on the top floor of the building, the elevator ride was excruciatingly longer than you would have liked, but once it was over you were eager to see Austin.

Since he fixed your tire last week, he would ask to drive behind you when you left set at the same time. He claimed to be worried, said you would need someone to change it again if you popped it. You knew he was just being a gentleman, something you had come to learn Austin is.

On set the other day, your shoelace came undone inbetween takes. He got down on his knee in front of you and did it up for you, kissing your cheek gently once he got back up. "I knotted it twice for you, mama". You could have melted into a puddle then and there. Austin had the tendency of giving you butterflies, ones that prided themselves on pooling in the bottom of your stomach.

They were still there as you stood in front of his door. You fixed your bag on your shoulder nervously as you waited for him to answer. You wondered if the way you knocked was stupid, then rolled your eyes at yourself.

When the door opened, Austin was there in a white shirt and grey sweatpants- a look you never imagined could look so simple but so.. sexy? He looked amazing. "Hey!" He smiled, he looked genuinely happy to see you which eased your nerves.

"Hi," You finally let go of the breath you didn't know you were holding in, "I brought stuff for dinner-" You held up the green 'woolworths' bag in your hand- "I didn't know if you had anything here,"

"You didn't think I had food?" He leant against the doorframe, then crossed his arms over his chest. "Should I be insulted?"

"No!" You panicked, "I just- I didn't know if-"

You stopped rambling once Austin began to chuckle at you. "When you've stopped being nervous, you can come inside"

Your mouth dropped open slightly, "I'm not nervous," You argued. You really were.

"Yeah," He nodded, "Sure," He walked inside. You hesitated out in the hall for a little bit before finally stepping inside. It was a really nice place, big windows that looked over Surfers Paradise. Austin had three hefty looking suitcases around the room, one of them open with clothes hanging out it. "I'm gonna clean up in here also, I promise your boyfriend isn't messy,"

You chuckled, playing with the bag strap in your hand. "Your girlfriend's place isn't much better," You admitted, "Looks just the same,"

"I'll take that," Austin came over and took the grocery bag from you, "Go sit in the living room and I'll get dinner going,"

"You cook?" Your eyebrows raised in shock. He looked offended, a hand flew to his chest.

"Are you kidding?" He asked, "I'm a good cook!" He protested. Austin looked through the green bag and then pulled out the vegetables you had bought. "You however, don't strike me as one," He pointed at you with a zucchini.

"I dabble," You shrugged. You left Austin in the kitchen and strolled your way into the living room. You laughed a little when you walked in. Austin managed to have set up a record player on the coffee table in the centre of the room, but had yet to unpack his suitcases.

You sat on the plush couch, picking up the stack of records Austin had abandoned on the table. Record after record, you couldn't find anything but Elvis. He was so dedicated to the film, it made you feel safe- you knew the film would be brilliant because of him.

You picked a greatest hits vinyl, before putting it down and placing the needle. The first song to play was 'Stuck On You'. "Ooh!" Austin yelled, it sounded like he smacked the counter-top at the same time, "I love this one," You stretched your neck out to see him through the cut out in the kitchen wall.

Austin was dancing in the kitchen while he cut up vegetables for dinner. It really was a sight, comforting to see Austin so relaxed. "Hide in the kitchen, hide in the hall," He sang, his voice changed to sound like Elvis. You wondered how many hours of practice he put in to sound so similar.

You went back to join him in the kitchen, sitting yourself up on the counter next to Austin. "Ain't gonna do you no good at all" He looked up at you whilst he sung. It was jarring how close to Elvis he sounded, but you wondered how he sang when he wasn't being Elvis- when he was just Austin.

"What're you making?" You leant over his hand, to grab a piece of carrot he had chopped up.

"Careful," He said softly whilst moving your hand back towards you, "This knife is sharp, don't get too close-" Austin turned around and shuffled his way through various cupboards. When he finally found what he was looking for, he had a small bowl in hand. "Here," He whispered, putting a small handful of carrots in the bowl and handing it to you.

"Thank you," You smiled. He continued to sing to you as he made his way through various vegetables, looking up when he shimmied his chest at you- making you laugh. When you offered to help, he insisted he was happy to do it alone. You let him. Maybe having everyone run after you and fulfil your every wish on set got old, it would've been nice to do something on his own.

Austin, true to his word, made dinner all on his own. All whilst dancing in the kitchen to Elvis with you and trying his best to not slip on the marble floors. You both sat on the carpet in the living room, ignoring the perfectly good couch as you ate the the vegetable casserole he made you. Austin was right, he was a good cook.

"Okay," You put your empty bowl up on the table, "What is your favourite-" You hesitated as you thought- "Book? Like ever,"

Austin sat up against the coffee table, chuckling as it moved backwards under his weight. "Probably," He squinted, "'What we say when we think about love'," You looked at him with a confused gaze, "It's like a bunch of short stories, great book-" He stood up and walked over to one of the suitcases on the floor- "You can read it, tell me what you think,"

Austin came back, book in hand and passed it to you. It looked like a worn copy, second hand possibly- or maybe Austin was well-read. He looked like he could be. "What's yours?"

"I'm a sucker for anything by Taylor Jenkins Reid," You told him, "I have one of her books in my trailer, I'll give it to you tomorrow,"

"Okay," He nodded, "It'll probably take me longer to read it compared to this one," He tapped the top of the book that rested in your lap. "You could probably read this one six times by the time I finished yours," He chuckled. He wasn't wrong, it was only a small book. "Favourite holiday?" He grabbed the dishes and stacked your bowl on top of his.

"Christmas," You told him, "You?"

"I love Halloween," He looked almost embarrassed, "Me and my old girlfriend used to go hard for Halloween," Austin nodded.

"Halloween isn't really a thing in Australia, so you might have to go without this year," You told him.

"I know!" He scoffed, "I'm actually so bummed out about it,"

You and Austin went back and forth asking each other random questions for the next hour or so. Talking about everything and anything. What was his favourite job he's had? His favourite colour? The best part of his hometown? The least lucky number? It was 23 by the way.

He found out things you had never told anyone before. That when you were ten you hid your Mom's wedding ring from her for two weeks. Or how in school you talked the girl you didn't like into singing in the talent show because she couldn't carry a tune. The little secrets you had collected over the years felt safe with Austin.

"So you were a mean girl?!" He exclaimed, the sounds of Suspicious Minds played in the background. "Oh my god!"

"I was not!" You protested, "She was the worst, she used to say I looked like a donkey!"

"So you decided to show everyone that she sounded like one," He nodded with a grin.

"Exactly," You agreed, "If anything I was doing her a favour. Showed her that she should never take up a career in performing," You laughed. "I think she's an accountant now," You told him, chuckling as you took another sip of your drink.

"Can't believe my girlfriend was a mean girl," He sat up with a sigh and a smile.

"Oh, whatever," You shook your head. Austin watched you as you took another sip of your drink. The sun had set and the stars in the sky were coming through the window softly, the moonlight looked good on your skin, he thought. You put your glass down before yawning into your hands.

He took note of the clock on the wall, it was getting late. He didn't realise how much time had passed as you sat together talking. "Come on," Austin stood up and held out his arms to you. You smiled up at him before taking his hand, he helped you up from the ground.

"I'll just go grab my stuff and then I'll get set up out here," He picked the dishes up from the coffee table.

"Out here?" You asked him, Austin took note of how when you were confused you tilted your head.

"Yeah, I can take the couch," He nodded, now rinsing the bowls in the kitchen sink, "You can have the bedroom,"

You looked over at him dumbfounded. He washed the bowls for you both and left them on the drying rack before doing the cutlery. You turned off the tap, "Austin-" He looked up at you- "We can sleep in the same bed,"

"I just didn't know if you would want to," He shrugged, "And if you're not, I'll sleep out here. I really am fine with it, promise". He dried his hands off before leading you both to the bathroom. The tiles were cold against your bare feet.

"Hey," You stopped him as he went to grab a new toothbrush for you, "I'm pretty sure Elvis never slept on Priscilla's couch," You put your hand on top of his. Austin held your gaze, the silence you were in felt comfortable.

"Okay," He said in a soft voice, "Are you sure?"

"Very sure," You nodded. Austin smiled at you before handing you your toothbrush. "I'm going to go get my face wash," You told him.

"You brought your face wash?" He spoke, now a mouth full of toothpaste.

"Yeah! I'm not an animal," You called out to him. When you came back you started brushing your teeth with him. Austin began to sway as you both looked at yourselves in the wall mirror. His hip purposely bumped yours, making you laugh. You bumped his hip back, he got you again before spitting out his toothpaste.

"I want to do it," He picked up the bottle of your face wash, looking at the back. You tried to speak to him as you brushed your teeth, but he softly shushed you. "I've got this,"

Austin read the instructions of your oil cleanser before pumping two small drops onto his fingers. "Are you okay with me touching your face?" He asked, his eyes wide. He really was a puppy. You nodded in response.

Austin took a deep breath before softly massaging the oil into your cheeks and forehead. He manoeuvred around your toothbrush as best he could, trying to evenly use the oil. Once you had spit your toothpaste out his job became increasingly easier.

Austin looked at the next instruction as you laughed at him, "I need a towel". Austin opened the bottom cupboard and pulled out a small flannel before dampening it. As he softly washed your face with the flannel, you couldn't help but admire Austin up close. He had a small beauty mark on the left side of his face and his cupid's bow looked delicately crafted.

"Staring?" Austin asked you with raised eyebrows.

"Always," You shot back. He chuckled, seeming taken back by your quick response. When Austin was done, you splashed your face with water as per the last instruction. "Happy with your work?" You asked him.

"Are you?" He laughed.

"Feels fine," You nodded, "Come on, I'm tired"

You went to get your bag as Austin went into the bedroom. When you returned, he had been changed into another t-shirt, this one looking more worn than the last. You pulled out your pyjamas, a pair of shorts and t-shirt.

"Um," You fiddled with them in your hands, "Could you turn around for a sec?" Austin nodded instantly, turning around and facing the corner of the room. You pulled your clothes off gently and put them back in your bag. You struggled to unclip your bra momentarily, but got it eventually.

Would Austin be weird if you didn't wear a bra to bed? You contemplated putting it back on, but knew you were overthinking it. Deciding to get dressed before you could change your mind, you told Austin he could turn back around.

Austin put his phone on charge before getting in bed. "Excuse me, Mr Butler,"

"Yes?" With his head rested on the pillow and crisp white sheets over his chest, he looked so comfortable.

"As per our agreement," You crossed your arms at him, "I actually sleep on the left side,"

He laughed, "Of course," He moved across to the right side, "I apologise,"

"Good," You hopped under the covers where Austin previously was, "Don't let it happen again," You turned to him with a blank expression before turning the lamp off, leaving the bedroom completely dark.

Austin let a laugh out of his nose before speaking, "Goodnight Y/N,"

"Night Austin," You said quietly before turning on your side. You heard Austin take in a deep breath before he let it go again.

"Sweet dreams, Mamas,"

─── ∘◦❀◦∘

When Austin woke the next morning, he was left with an empty bed. His first thought was that you had left, but when he saw your bag still by the door and heard Elvis coming from down the hall- his heartbeat finally slowed.

Austin rubbed his eyes as he walked down to the kitchen. There you were, listening to Viva Las Vegas and cooking him breakfast. "Viva Las Vegas," You sang softly, doing the choreography that Y/N had watch Polly teach Austin earlier this week.

"We should stick you in a wig and you can do it," Austin spoke.

"Oh my god, Austin!" You shouted as you jumped. You sunk down the floor as you regained your breath.

"Oh my baby," He laughed coming over to you, "Are you okay? I didn't mean to frighten' you,"

"I'm okay," You panted, "Oh my god," You stood back up and went back to making breakfast.

"What're you doing?" Austin asked, leaning over your shoulder to see what was in the pan.

"Making you breakfast," You said like it was obvious, "Because if I don't, you won't and then you won't eat until I make you eat," You turned around to look up at him. Austin nodded at you.

"Fair enough," He smiled, "Thank you," He placed a soft kiss on your cheek.

"Do you want to get coffee on the way to work?" He leant himself against the counter, "I'll buy,"

"Yeah course," You nodded.

"Then I can finally figure out what coffee you like," He crossed his arms with a smirk.

"I like the mystery of not knowing what kind of coffee will appear in my trailer," You admitted to him. You weren't lying, Austin always made sure it was something different.

You both ate breakfast together, this time at the table- Elvis still playing in the background. You realised that you would both need to rush to get to set for Austin's call time. You told him you would just shower on set, your call time being later than his.

So after Austin showered, you managed to leave with enough time to grab a coffee on the drive over. He paid for both of them and drove you both in.

The drive was great, Elvis playing again. You were sure that after the movie had been shot, you would never want to hear another Elvis song again- but at the moment, you were fine with it.

Arriving on set, Austin got out of the car before you. You turned around to the back seat to grab your bag, Austin had already opened your car door for you when you were done.

"What time do you finish today?" He asked, holding his arm out to help you down.

"I think we're both done at four," You grabbed hold of his arm as you hopped out of the car, thanking him afterwards. "Would you mind taking me back to your place so I can get my car after?"

"I was planning on it," He smiled at you.

As you both walked into set together, you felt Austin's hand brush lightly against yours. You tried to pay no mind to it, but when Austin intertwined his fingers with yours and held your hand, it was all you could think about.

─── ∘◦❀◦∘

@rainydayz101 @sammybutler @klizzie93 @rockerchick05 @fanatics30 @sh-aniah @little-rythmix

[slayhamkennedy]

I'm curious about something. Only answer this if you've written fic, I'm not adding a "not applicable" option

Go ahead and tag where you're from, and the fandom if you want!

[culturefrancaise]

Expression écrite !

Racontez-moi un truc qui vous a fait sourire ou qui vous a fait chaud au cœur dernièrement.

[thewildwaffle]

Can't Run Forever

Sheebarm glanced over his shoulder nervously. They were still there. They weren’t there every time he looked, and that actually made it even worse. He’d run and lose his pursuers for a while. That was the easy part, they only had two legs and a simple steady gait, after all.

The problem was, however, that after he slowed down to catch his breath, thinking he was well enough hidden, the humans would once again show up behind him when he looked over his shoulder. Sheebarm cursed under his breath and picked up his pace once again. He had to do something different to lose them. There was no way he was going to be able to keep this up much longer.

“Breakin’ outta prison was supposta be the easy part,” Sheebarm grumbled to himself before he started getting short of breath once more. In truth, breaking out had been only slightly more difficult than he’d planned, but he’d managed alright and had managed to smuggle bits and pieces of guards’ uniforms and stash them away until the moment was right and he could make his move. Unfortunately, he’d been discovered missing earlier than he’d planned. Normally that’d be no problem, he’d made enough of a head start on his stolen hover glider that he felt confident that he’d be able to sneak away under the cover of darkness.

And under normal circumstances, that might have been true. But what he hadn’t accounted for was that the third-party trackers the prison would hire would be human. They’d lasted longer than the stolen hover glider had. They were relentless. On foot, Sheebarm was faster. Oh, he was so much faster! But that never seemed to make a difference. Not one that lasted, anyway.

He wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep up this pace. Hopefully, he’d come across civilization soon. That would help him hide. So far the humans had tracked him through a prarie, across three rivers, and through the forested foothills of the Batarchik mountains. No matter how many times he thought he’d shaken them off his trail, there they were again when he looked over his shoulder.

“Civilization,” he gasped as he ran. A village, a shuttle pickup, flarg, he’d take anything at this point. Anywhere to hide from his relentless pursuers.

And hopefully before he completely ran himself to his very breaking point.

“He’s running again,” Juma stated the obvious. They could all see him as their quarry picked up the pace toward the horizon. “Oh great,” Marleen groaned. “I just want to point out that I never shook on that bet, it wasn’t official!” “Noooo, no, no,” Bisbee, the third and final member of the group, shook her head, “you’re not getting out of it that easy. You said he’d last at least five days. Shake or no shake, you’re gonna owe me twenty credits when this guy finally keels over.” Marleen grumbled something about betting procedures, which the others mostly ignored. Juma pulled out his binoculars and honed in on the fugitive. “Looks like he’s tryna make a break for the bushes ahead.” Bisbee slid one arm out of the straps that held her bag on her back so she could swing it around and grab a water bottle from the side pocket. “Probably thinks he can lose us if he stays low and tries to use camouflage.” Marleen snorted. “Yeah, ‘cause that worked so well for him before in the woods.” She caught a water bottle that Bisbee tossed her and nodded a small thank you. “He kind of sticks out like a sore thumb with that orangey fur of his.” Juma lowered his binoculars and nodded. “I don’t think he realizes that. Pretty sure his kind are colorblind.” “Really?” Bisbee returned her water bottle back to its pocket. “Like, totally color-blind or just with some colors?” “Usually it’s red-green colorblind,” Marleen tossed her water bottle back to Bisbee, who tossed it back and turned around so Marleen could put it back in its pocket herself. “There are only a few species that are completely colorblind, and he’s not one of them.” “Oh yeah,” Bisbee turned around with a mischievous grin, “are you he’s not? We could place bets if you want.” Before Marleen could come back with something snarky, Juma interrupted. “He’s actually getting a pretty good lead again. Must be getting a second wind or something.” “More like eighth wind at this point,” Bisbee chuckled quietly as she and Marleen lengthened their strides ever so slightly to catch back up with Juma who had maintained the pace throughout the water “break.” It didn’t take long. The pace was easy to keep. For humans, anyway. To them, it was just a brisk walk. Just fast enough to either keep their quarry sight or at least close enough behind that the trail was fresh. “Eighth wind, ninth wind, tenth… who knows what it is now,” Juma smiled. “It doesn’t matter, it won’t last much longer, and neither will he. He can run, but he can’t run forever.”

[everybodyshusband]

let the tides carry you back to me

Dewdrop & Rain

General Audiences | Gen. | 3.8k | Age Regression, Little!Dew, Caregiver!Rain, Hurt/Comfort, NON-SEXUAL Mating Cycles/In Heat, Baths, Reading Aloud

“Love, are you– Are you in heat?” The fire ghoul nods slowly, crying into Rain’s shoulder. “My– my brain‘s all liddol, bu– but my body doesn’ w– wanna be, an– an’ now I feel bad. Really, very ba– bad, Rainy,” he sobs, breath hitching as he does so, making his words stutter together and become disjointed as he speaks. --- OR --- dew goes into heat when he's regressed, rain takes care of him

quick little disclaimer: this is written as a completely sfw fic, and nothing is explicitly mentioned or described, but given that it is about someone going through a heat, there are a couple mentions of things in here that mightn't be super comfy for littles or regressors !!

and before i forget: a massive thank you to @royalchachi and @strangeferrum for bouncing a few ideas around with me about this wip way back at the start of june &lt;3

read it here on ao3 !!

[drivestraight]

god. one thing i will say is that writing dialogue from like. a british/australian character is infinitely harder to me than writing max/charles/carlos’ dialogue.

[autismtana]

so you wanna write a heartbreak high fic, but you're american (part 2)

Back in November, I wrote this after reading a bunch of Heartbreak High fics. I always planned to write a part 2 featuring some more aspects of Australian schooling, but my own writing, work and personal things (aka mental illness) got in the way.

As with part 1, this is NSW/Sydney specific, as that's where I'm from and where Heartbreak High is filmed and set. People from other states might have different experiences (I know a little bit about Queensland for example, because my parents are from there and most of my relatives went to school there).

If there's anything not covered here that you're curious about, please check part 1 as I may have covered it there, or send a reply.

Extracurricular activities: these are not timetabled during lesson times (some schools have things like Friday afternoon rewards but those don't really count). They're generally just for fun and a way for kids to socialise. What extracurricular activities are available depends on what the teachers at the school are able to run but aside from competitive and social sport, these are things like debating, mock trial (fake court cases, highly recommend, very fun), music ensembles like choir/jazz band/orchestra, then there are some academic things like Tournament of Minds, coding, streamwatch. The more academic activities are generally more selective, especially if there's a competition aspect like ToM. Extracurricular activities have absolutely no bearing on whether or not a kid will get into uni, although depending on what they are, they can be good to put on a CV for jobs. There are also no limits on how many extracurricular activities a student can do (there's no "oh he chose basketball instead of orchestra as his extracurricular" ... he can do both, they're also usually not running at the same time). Sydney schools tend to run more activities than regional/rural schools because the public transport system means that it's easy to get to and from places outside of school hours. Non-metropolitan schools tend to run things during recess/lunchtime so there's a limit on how many things kids can do.

Sport: most Australian kids participate in some form of sport. The most common ones are: soccer, cricket, netball, rugby league, AFL, touch football, athletics, swimming, basketball and tennis. Private schools often offer things like golf, rugby union and sometimes even skiing, rowing and equestrian. Hartley High has a group of cheerleaders and, like with the uniform thing, this is extremely rare. Cheerleading is a thing in Australia, but it mostly happens through clubs, kind of like gymnastics. It's more common for girls here to just be involved in a more conventional sport instead (usually netball, which, in my opinion, is the most boring sport in the history of the universe, but is pretty popular in Australian schools; league tag is also extremely popular in more regional areas). Depending on how big the school is, Aussie kids who play sport either get involved with school teams or local club teams, and they tend to range from more social/fun to more competitive, particularly as kids transition from the juniors into the older age groups. Some schools might not necessarily have school teams but will scrounge up a representative team for inter-school competitions (so this would be like if the inter-school basketball competition team wasn't necessarily the school basketball team but was just made up of the best 10-12 basketball players that tried out or signed up). Other schools have more competitive teams that compete against other schools. Schools in NSW have to do a mandatory amount of hours of physical activity, so some schools will let kids choose a sport for a certain amount of time to do during that time (this might be when the competitive teams compete). Club sports generally happen on Saturdays and Sundays (for me, AFL was Saturday, soccer was Sunday, rowing was Saturday morning if we didn't have a regatta that week). Kids who excel at a particular sport might get to participate in NSW combined high schools (CHS). Some of the more "prestigious" schools are part of athletic associations like GPS and CAS. In terms of post-school, I know very little about how it works, but all I know is that it's nothing like any of the American systems. We don't have a system like the NCAA here; I know a little about the AFL draft but it's too complicated to explain so here's a Wikipedia article about it (I know nothing about how NRL players go pro so don't ask me that). An Australian kid might attract a scholarship to an American university to play sport overseas, but our universities don't work like that.

Student leadership: Generally, all schools have one or two School Captains and one or two Vice Captains (some schools let the whole school vote for captains, but usually they limit it to teachers and the older grades). Then there are House Captains (kind of like the prefects from the transphobic lady's book), and they're usually elected by all the students in that house. They're involved in inter-house competitions which I'll touch on later. Some schools have captains for things like different extracurricular activities. Schools generally have a student representative council with one or more elected representatives from each grade, depending on how big the school is. My school was a Catholic school, so I got to be a Liturgy Representative (and I absolutely put that on my CV when I applied for my first shitty bakery job).

Carnivals: pretty much every Aussie school has a swimming carnival and an athletics carnival. This is where there's a bunch of races (and field events for athletics) and you participate in as many as possible to get house points. Sometimes swimming is only open to more competitive students but generally more people participate in athletics. Most Australian kids have swimming lessons as part of mandatory PE in primary school and in years 7-10 (I got my bronze medallion as part of mine and I'm now a member of my local surf lifesavers group). The house captains rile up their houses and get them to sing war cries to cheer everyone on (my personal favourite was 'how funky is your chicken'). The winning house gets ultimate bragging rights and is pretty much always the red house (they tend to put all the sporty kids in red and the dweeby nerdy kids in yellow for some reason). You get house points for going in events, but you also get them for cheering the loudest or having the cleanest area. Really, it's just a fun way of getting out of classes.

[doshegotabo0ty]

You're ass looks amazing fuck that cunt.

I appreciate your use of the word cunt

[twopercentboy]

now that my classes are over I'm gonna get back into writing fic and j have so many ideas swimming around in my brain right now it's actually a bit insane

[iamthepulta]

Fandom Peeps to Get to Know Better

@kkoraki Thanks for tagging! :3 Oh my GOD I forgot how many Marguerite O'Henry books we read independently. Every time I think of horse breeds I think of Justin Morgan and King of the Wind; and Misty of Chincoteague lives in my head rent free.

3 Ships You Like: Hmm. I really don't ship anymore, other than OCs. Fallen London is kind of bereft of in-game ships; it's all OC/game chars. Harvestar's Sunless Skies Amelia/Driver is awesome though. Maybe Paul/Chani in honor of Dune 2 coming out? So many fucking problems with that ship, lol. Hm. Jesper/Wylan from Six of Crows 'cause I can't think of another ship.

First Ship Ever: Jenna/Balto from Balto. :') Actually no, if we're going REALLY far back, it would've been adult!Napoleon/Nancy from the Napoleon movie 1995 which was my FIRST FORAY INTO FANFIC and I started looking online for 'places to post stories'. God, I forgot about that. If I'd been older when I was into Call of the Wild I probably would've shipped Dave/Buck. Listen. I had a very active imagination and was trapped indoors with a bunch of books. What do you want from me?

Last Song You Heard: Eastward of Eden by Amelia Day on repeat.

Favorite Childhood Book: Call of the Wild got banned to the box because I read it so much. :') Otherwise: Girl with the Silver Eyes, by Willo Roberts.

Currently Reading: Hoping to pick up Neverwhere this week!

Currently Watching: Mashle (anime)

Currently Consuming: Large Earl Grey, hot

Currently Craving: Something for Dinner ((I am not picky))

Tagging: @harvestar, @ardenrosegarden Keeping it short but if anyone else would like to do it, please do!!

[theres-an-endless-starry-sky]

Whenever I’m reading fanfiction I can never hear the word mate without hearing “G’day mate how you been?” In my grandfathers voice, it could be omegaverse it could be soulmates, no matter what I can’t read it without hearing “G’day mate”

It’s the Australian curse