#thank you again for the ask ❤

[justxtalking]

hi hi i was the anon who sent the ask about ging and the granddaughter having the same same name. i ended up shortening my ask bc i thought it was a bit much lol so i hope you dont mind if i just write out the rest of my thoughts :>

on the topic of names, i found it funny how none of the other grandkids got names -- it was always "one of the grandsons" and so on... like the narrative equivalent of going "ok whatever you get the idea," which is so antithetical to the vibe of hxh. the whole point is that we DONT get the idea, it's a deconstruction of the genre...togashi enjoys going in weird and unpredictable directions. he'd never want us to just fill in the blanks like that. especially when he's intent on finishing the story his way.

Hello again! Don't worry, I don't mind it at all.

Well, the whole idea is hilarious, to be honest. We don't even know who they are, those friends and grandkids. I hope in that alternative universe, Ikalgo had a baby squid. And I wouldn't totally scrap the possibility that even the ABC endings were part of the whole joke. He has a weird (and dark) sense of humor, look at some jokes in Hunter X Hunter (a great example is Palm). I feel like the fact that the grandkid was called like Gon's father should have been clear enough lol

Togashi is so chaotic, I love him for that.

[gazkamurocho]

i have your post notifications on and it always makes my day when you post! I make myself a coffee and relax before looking at what kazumaji goodness you blessed us with this time aha

thank you for your service 🫡

aaaaaahhhsdrfjklgsgmrdxbvcm that's one of the sweetest things that anyone has ever said to me, I have no words ;;;;;;;;;; sldfkslrgkrsdbrtmiops Thank you SO MUCH dear anonymous!!

[maygirlsposts]

4,14,24,37,39 and 40 for Piper and Leo!

@scarareg Thank you so much for your ask!

leo x piper is kinda my self-indulgent secret ship heh, it's nice to talk about it sometimes hgjfkl;

4. Their favorite show to watch together?

I think they would love watching stupid movies (romcoms or unnecessarily sentimental and cheesy) together not bc they like them but so that they could make fun of the lines/scenes together like best friends do (bc ofc they are best friends first, lovers later). leo mimicking them in his stupid way, and piper giggling and rofling about like a buffalo the way she can't before others. they are the kinda couple who would enjoy everything they watch together.

but their ultimate fav, repeat to 10000x movie list till they have memorized every line is HTTYD, cuz yeah, leo-hiccup, toothless-festus, and ig piper is a lot like astrid? AND DRAgons!!! so yeah their go-to, top-of-head movie when they are lazy to try something new

(the only thing they never watch is tristan mclean movies lmao)

14. Who falls asleep during a movie?

Neither, but on hectic days when they are super tired, both of them catch the sleep bug and fall asleep.

if Leo is first to wake up to find the movie is over, he'd pick up piper and carry her to their bed, taking care she doesn't wake up (watching her sleep is secretly his fav thing, yk cuz of piper's cute way of sleeping: "inhaling through the nose, exhaling with a little puff through the mouth" and "her hair looked like it had become a nest for a friendly hamster")

on the other hand, if piper is first to wake, she'd prob simply arrange some pillows for their necks and go back to sleep, snuggling into him bc no chance she is getting cold lol

which brings me to the next choice!

24. Sleeping/cuddling positions? (Big spoon, little spoon, etc.)?

ggfhjk i love this question specifically for this ship cuz Piper is 100% the little spoon!

iirc (forgive me my knowledge of HoO is getting rusty! seriously, it's time for a full reread T_T) both piper and leo are the same height, right? maybe as adults, leo gets a late growth spurt of a couple of inches over her (which is annoying cuz leo is finally taller but secretly she likes it, cuz perfect for a side snuggle)

even otherwise, piper is always, subconsciously snuggling into his side cuz he is so hot warm. even if he hasn't used his fire, there is always some residual warmth in him all the time, which she has got used to searching out for. say, if leo gets up in the middle of the night to drink some water/got a brand new design idea in his head he just has to jot down NOW,,, by the time he returns to bed, piper is completely rolled up in his side of the bed, searching for him in her sleep (he loves this habit of hers! it also probs makes him feel better about his fire too)

iirc, his mom's warehouse caught fire in the middle of winter, right?? ig he'd slowly come to like winters better, bc of piper snuggling more into him during winters agfhjk

and iirc, he likes to sleep with a hug pillow, right? his old hug pillow has been replaced by piper!

39. Do they get along with the other's family? If not, how do they deal with the other's family?

on leo's side, hephaestus will be very suspicious of the daughter of aphrodite (cuz of his own experience with her) but talking to piper, he will be slightly mollified abt her… yet, his advice for Leo always will be to trust his machines more than the human specimen of his girlfriend (ofc leo won't take it seriously)

//toa spoilers/// now josephine and hemithea are his foster mothers i am sure piper would get along with them super well as well <3

on piper's side, leo has already met Tristan in Lost Hero and knows him as piper's friend, so he'd be pretty much chill with what pipes does and who she dates,, he might try to give Leo The Talk as his duty as her father, but Piper would kick her dad out before that ever happens (Leo just being the awkward bean like during the whole helicopter ride in TLH lol)

oth, leo would be mildly (understated) scared of Aphrodite. if they ever meet her (by chance) he'd keep fidgeting and tapping 'i love you' on his jeans till piper clasps his hand and taps back 'it's okay' but i think aphrodite won't be as scary as leo imagines in his head; she'd probs find him amusing and intrigued that her daughter actually prefers leo over jason.

40. Who is the skilled shopper for holidays? Who always waits 'til the last minute to get all of their gifts? (Which one gets stressed out easily)?

piper! she won't--but she would use her charmspeak to bargain for the best prices in those overly expensive, money grabbing malls, something that leo always finds terrifyingly awesome lmao,, piper gets excited for holiday shopping and stuff whereas leo tags along obediently (and use his magic toolbelt to stove away the shopping bags lol)

leo always forgets all of the important days because of his adhd (extreme even by demigod standards) and piper, having known him for long, understands this and never gets mad or anything but he'd always feel guilty about this and makes up for it in a completely random surprise gift he handdesigns for her. Of course, piper loves his stupid (affectionately) and most times, completely non-functional (cuz Leo himself doesn't know what they do loool but they are always weirdly complicated) gifts so much! like say a music box that goes moo! but bake out fresh cookies lmao

[smol-stardust]

tell me about a random oc!

Don’t mind if I do ㅤᵕ̈

(scribblies from a while back for reference)

Name: Electra Volta

Species: Artificial Life Form

Likes: Her electric zappers , her bug ladybugs and lightning.

Dislikes: FLIES, any sort of bugs, insects worms and creepy crawlies.

She’s kinda been spinning around my head forever, and her whole concept started with me remembering mosquito zappers from my childhood and thinking there should be badass characters with electric mosquito zappers as weapon, so here she is. Will slap you with over the head with her zapper if you annoy her/don’t shut up. (Because I’m manifesting my childhood urges in her haha)

Not much else on her for now since she’s not fully developed, but I’ve been entertaining the idea of making her a technomancer and maybe she fights monsters or something? Idk yet. But for now, thats what I have on her :)

[cuterozhok]

I don't trust Google translate enough to tell me how to properly say something in Ukrainian but I hope this little doodle of Spring Man sporting some Ukraine colors and love brings you some joy

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Zuka youre the best I'm literally out of words

[veroinfaciem]

Hello! I'm here for the WIP Title Tag Game 🥳

May I acquire some information about 'DR st chrysanthemums' and 'DR st head', please?

Sure you can! :D Thank you for the ask @flamboyant-vampire ❤❤❤! 

Both belong to the I've seen you bundle - an AU in which Doflamingo rescues Rosinante from the Sabaody's Auction House - so they were both written as a part of said fic. I'll address only DR st chrysanthemums though, as the other one is actually a huge spoiler to the small climax of the series (if everything will go according to plan and not off rails, as it tends to do xdd) and I wouldn't dare to spoil the fun so much ;) 

I'll try to be vague anyway and put the leak under a cut. 

So! 

DR st chrysanthemums 

Big part of the fic deals with Rosinante's trauma and oh boy oh boy, our precious bean had it hard TvT 

Part of the PTSD can be compared to a constant loop that's hard to break from, it has its patterns. Title refers to a little detail Rosi remembers (among other things), that just keeps resurfacing from time to time under specific circumstances, all of that making him distressed anew.

One such episode finally prompts Rosinante to start a conversation with Doflamingo about a thing that bothers him a lot, which he never had neither the safe space, mental strength, nor self-permission to address directly before.

As it is now, the conversation ends, but the problem stays open with no real closure nor perfect solution behind it (being more of a shallow ‘rational-advice patch’ than anything) -  it's still too early for healing the years worth of damage and the trauma doesn't magically disappear because one opened up a little to another. 

That conversation creates a new trace of thought in Doffy's mind though, one he's not even fully aware of, posing a question - is Doflamingo really as okay after all that happened to them as he thought?

A small snippet from chrysanthemums to tickle your curiosity a bit (again - it may contain spoilers + sorry for all mistakes, English is not my first language TvT):

(TW: slight gore, DQ’s canon past)

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The first person you killed. Do you remember them? 

Did he?

Doflamingo blinked.

What kind of question even was that?

Of course he did. 

Doflamingo thought back to the blown skull, sawed-off neck and the blond mustache clumped with blood and grimaced inwardly. What a jarring day that was. His wrists were hurting from all that strain, the bone broke only after a solid half an hour of work, that was such a hassle. Heat was pouring down from the sky, everything around was stinking like rotten garbage, Rosi was howling to the sky in utter anguish and the knife was constantly slipping from his blood-drenched fingers. 

Of course he remembered. Father's uselessness was unforgettable, as seas were long and wide. So were its consequences. 

Small flintlock still burned the wood at the bottom of Doflamingo's drawer, and occasionally his mind.

That's also the day when everything started anew, or rather ended. Both. Equal measure. (He never should have left.)

(...)

“I do,” he just said curtly, widening his smile into something more leisure-like and carefree. “Hair and eyes, skin and all- Why the question though? Are the goners even worth any of our precious time? They're dead anyway.”

Yes. Why are you asking, Rosi? What is going on in that head of yours?

Rosinante was wriggling the paper and biting his lip, mulling over an answer, most likely. A nervous gesture if he ever saw one, but the look in those rusty eyes was a growing fog of inner turmoil and it didn't bode well, at all. Pulling Rosinante out from another episode didn't align well with neither Doflamingo’s schedule nor his blood pressure. “You don't have to answer Rosi.”

Still though, he should. He brought the topic up himself.

Rosinante finally settled on some kind of answer, because the pages flew open and his brother started to scribble those blotchy scratches. He tossed him the notepad, gaze wandering around Doffy's face, almost, almost looking him in the eye.

How do you cope? 

Doflamingo stared at the drying ink.

With what, he wanted to ask, but that could be a tad insensitive of him. And besides, Doflamingo thought he could guess that rather accurately. 

Nothing to tell though.

There was nothing to cope with. 

(Right?)

[msmargaretmurry]

Hi! I don’t know if you're still doing the ask meme- would love a BTS for the scene from head above water where Matthew has his full emotional breakdown/vomits in a bathroom if u r! I did fully sob to this at 2am the day it came out 😂🤦‍♀️

hi anon! sorry this took several weeks, i have been so busy lately, but i hope you enjoy it! it's one of my favorite scenes in the fic, thank you for giving me an excuse to talk about it. 😊❤

Matthew barely registers his feet taking him down the hallway, to the elevator, up another floor to knock on the correct door. After a shout and the sounds of some scuffling inside, Quinn pulls it open. He’s flushed like he gets when he’s been drinking, his hair mussed. He grins at Matthew and says, “Come on, we’re watching Bob Ross.”

Matthew expected the room to be more of a party, but it’s just Quinn and Brady, plus Jack, curled up and snoring on the chaise longue. There’s evidence of several nightcaps, but also several half-empty Gatorades around the suite. Brady is on the bed watching television, propped up by a small mountain of pillows and eating grapes out of a plastic bag. [this image of quinn’s room makes me laugh every time — what have they been up to? where did brady get the grapes?? all mysteries; matthew is in too much distress to wonder or care]

“Why the fuck are you watching Bob Ross?” Matthew asks.

“Because it’s on,” Brady says around a grape. “Did you know there’s a whole Bob Ross channel?”

“No, I did not know that,” Matthew says.

Brady frowns, brow furrowing. “Are you okay?”

“No,” Matthew says. “No, I think I’m pretty fucked up right now.”

“I’ll get you a Gatorade,” Quinn says. [quinn is one of my favorite characters in his own right, but i especially love him in this scene, kind of in the background navigating the matthew–brady situation. but also, finally another chance for me to get to write brady and quinn interacting. they are so important to me! and, of course, quinn immediately with the big-brothering here — it was so useful to have him around in this story as a kind of counterpart to matthew’s own older brother/oldest sibling feelings.]

“Come sit. Bob’s painting a path in the woods,” Brady says, patting the mattress next to him. Matthew does, sinking into the pile of pillows, and Brady scoots over to put his head on Matthew’s shoulder, grinning a dopey drunk grin.

“Grape?” He offers the bag. Matthew shakes his head, feeling queasy. Brady shrugs and pops another one in his mouth, turning to Quinn. “Matthew’s been having a tough year.”

“Shut up, Brady,” Matthew groans, rubbing his face.

“Not, like, statistically,” Brady says. “Mentally, you know? He thinks we can’t tell, but he’s really shit at acting normal.” [brady has definitely brought this up with quinn before, lol]

“Brady,” Matthew says sharply. Brady’s mouth snaps shut. Matthew presses the heels of his hands into his eyes, trying not to hyperventilate.

They’re not really a crying family. Matthew is not a crying type of guy. He is not going to cry here and now, but it takes him a moment to get it under control. If he’s lucky, the light from the TV isn’t enough to see that his eyelashes are wet. 

“Sorry,” he says, wiping his cheeks even though they’re technically still dry. “Sorry, fuck.” [the last long hockey fic i wrote, my protagonist was dylan strome, who is such an easy crier and pretty in touch with his emotions, and matthew in this fic is very much neither of those things 😂 it was a pretty long break between writing tnno and this, but it was still fun for me to get to tackle a totally different type of character.]

Quinn is standing by the bed, holding out a cold red Gatorade.

“Do you want something stronger?” he asks. Matthew shakes his head and takes the bottle. He’d say thanks, but there’s a lump filling his throat. He’s grateful just to have something to do as he twists the cap off and chugs half of it.

Brady is staring at him, equal parts confused and wounded.

“I was just kidding,” he says. “I mean, not totally kidding, but I was just teasing.”

“I know.” Matthew wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, then wipes his hand on his pajama pants. “I know, it’s fine. It’s fine.”

“It’s not,” Brady says. “Don’t lie to me.” [poor brady and taryn, but especially brady — they’re such a close-knit family; they can tell something is wrong and has been for a while! they’re worried and not sure how to approach the topic because matthew’s never been so depressed and secretive before. brady just wants matthew to trust him, and he’s been wondering this season if he did something wrong, because of how matthew doesn’t seem to anymore. not just with the sexuality thing, because he’s been kind of resigned to that for years, but with everything else.]

“I’m,” Matthew starts, but his stomach lurches, bile sloshing in his throat. He scrambles up, pushing Quinn out of the way to beeline for the bathroom, and drops to his knees in front of the toilet just in time to puke all the Gatorade right back up. And all the booze. He can taste the whiskey shots they had earlier, sour and smoky, and that makes him vomit more.

“Ugh,” Jack’s groggy voice comes from the other room. “Who’s ralphing?”

Whatever Quinn says in response is drowned out by Matthew retching again. It’s been at least six hours since dinner, but there is apparently still food in his stomach. When he finally runs out, he rests his head on the seat, cold sweat beading on his forehead. He closes his eyes. Tries to breathe through his nose, but the acrid smell of his own puke is too much, so he takes careful, even breaths through his mouth instead, trying to get his heart to stop racing. [i very much wanted the vomit descriptions to be kinda gross, so i hope you all found them kinda gross 🙂]

He can tell by the footsteps that the person who comes into the bathroom is Brady. The faucet cuts on, then off, and then a cup of water is nudged against Matthew’s elbow. Moving as little as possible, he takes it to swish a mouthful around and spit into the bright red of the toilet bowl.

“Can you flush?” he mumbles, laying his head back down. “The smell is gonna make me puke again.”

“Yeah,” Brady says. He hits the lever. Matthew sighs in relief as clean water fills the bowl and Brady lowers himself to sit cross-legged on the tile. He puts a hand on Matthew’s back, rubbing in big, careful circles. They stay like that for a minute, maybe two, until Quinn tiptoes in and, oh, that’s humiliating. Getting throwing-up drunk in front of his little brother’s best friend. He had such a good showing at Boots, and now this. [he’s so fixated on this mental image of who he’s supposed to be, like, my dude, you are actively puking your guts up, you can worry about respectability later. also like, quinn has known matthew since they were teenagers, he has seen matthew in worse shape than this.]

Quinn touches the top of Brady’s head, his fingertips bouncing nervously on the curls. “Do you want me to see if I can find some ginger ale? Or some crackers or something?” [and it’s not like quinn is judging him!! quinn is just concerned! for matthew AND for brady, dealing with matthew! but also, writing quinn and brady’s relationship in the background of this fic was so fun. not to queerbait in my own gay fanfiction but i WAS lowkey hoping some readers would be side-eyeing them a little bit like “are they—?” up until brady’s “didn’t u know my bestie is gay u idiot” text later in the story. i mean, is quinn a little in love with brady? absolutely. is brady aware of this? not really. it’s fine, everything is fine.]

Matthew forces himself to sit up and shake his head, pretending that the movement doesn’t make the room spin and his stomach turn. “No, just give me a minute, I’ll get out of here. Shit, sorry.”

“Yeah, you’re not going anywhere,” Brady says, his voice a notch higher than usual the way it gets when he’s upset. “Unless it’s to your room, in which case I’m coming with you.”

“You really don’t have to.” Matthew takes another careful sip of water to swish and spit. “I’ve been drunk before. I’ll survive.”

“It’s not really the drunk part I’m worried about,” Brady mumbles, which Matthew chooses to ignore, staring at the viscous, pinkish blob of saliva floating in the toilet bowl. 

“I think there’s a Sprite in the mini-fridge,” Quinn says, and removes himself from the situation. [the smartest boy in the room lmao i love him] Matthew is jealous. He would love to remove himself from the situation. He can’t look up yet because he can feel Brady staring at him.

“So the way I see it,” Brady says, even but firm. Matthew can imagine it’s the voice he uses when he’s doing captain shit. It’s a good captain voice. “Either we both go back to my room, we put the trash can by the bed, and you can tell me what the fuck’s wrong with you. Or we both go back to your room, we put the trash can by the bed, and you can tell me what the fuck’s wrong with you.”

“This isn’t Ottawa,” Matthew says. “You’re not in charge of me.”

“Right now, I think I am,” says Brady. Matthew chances a look at him, and can tell from his face that he will not be swayed. Matthew can be just as stubborn, but god, he does not have the energy. The thought of trying to have an argument right now makes his stomach threaten to mutiny again. [i feel a great kinship with brady as a fellow middle child, and i loved trying to write a relationship between him and matthew that was nuanced and a little complicated but ultimately deeply loving and caring. this is scene is a kind of notable moment in brady’s life — it’s never been him so explicitly having to be the one taking care of matthew before, instead of matthew taking care of him. it’s a little strange and scary, but he’s good at taking care of people, so he knows what to do, and also comes out of this night feeling more empowered to just kind of demand emotional accountability/honesty from matthew, which is absolutely something matthew needs from him.]

“Fine. My room,” he says, then rests his forehead against the toilet seat again. “In a minute.”

On their way out, Quinn gives him a bottle of Sprite and a hug. Brady gives Quinn a kiss on the top of his head and a murmured apology that makes the back of Matthew’s neck burn. Jack, thank god, is snoring again. Matthew has done his fair share of walks of shame, and has rarely found them shameful, but he can barely stomach this: trudging back to his room with Brady as babysitter after showing up just long enough to vomit prolifically in Brady's best friend’s bathroom. He’s too old to be drinking until he pukes to begin with, and it’s not like he can explain that it’s not the alcohol that made him sick. It’s that Leon doesn’t want him anymore. 

That’s what that was, right? A pity fuck. Pity blowjob, whatever. Matthew looked just pathetic enough in that elevator that Leon gave him a parting gift. He’d thought Leon was just mad, before, but now it’s pretty clear that whatever was pulling him to Matthew is broken, if not dead.

And it shouldn’t matter. They’re not even friends. Right? But for some reason that just makes the fact that it hurts even worse. Because they had just started to— Matthew had just started to— fuck.

He needs to think about this sober. He does not want to think about it sober.

[i got a few (very valid 😂) comments that were like, “i can’t believe matthew didn’t realize what leon was doing by kicking him out (i.e. getting payback for the way matthew treated him)! he’s such a dummy!” and firstly, yes, he is very stupid. if he were any less stupid the story would be half as long. in his defense, sometimes it’s hard not to be stupid when you’re almost too depressed to function. ask me how i know! anyway, i’m not gonna get too deep into it because that it technically a different scene, and also i’m not telling anyone how to interpret that scene because variety is the spice of life, but from the perspective i was writing from, leon didn’t go into that encounter straight-up planning to send matthew away like that. everything is just as complicated on his end. anyway, back on topic: all of this is from matthew as much a reaction to what just happened with leon as it is to matthew belatedly letting himself start to truly feel his feelings about what happened a month ago — leon kissing him, him panicking about it, etc. what just happened with leon wouldn’t matter nearly so much if matthew wasn’t finally accepting what the way he really wants leon and along with that acceptance, it fully hitting him how badly he’s fucked this up.]

Back in his own room, Matthew splashes cold water on his face and brushes his teeth until his gums bleed, then he and Brady crawl into opposite sides of the bed, turn off the lights, and lay in silence for several minutes. [i feel in my soul that as little kids they sometimes had little sleepovers in each other’s rooms, and i kept thinking about that image while writing this scene.]

“You know you can tell me anything, right?” Brady asks. This is the opposite of his captain voice. This is just a worried little brother, and it makes Matthew’s chest ache. “I know it’s like — complicated sometimes. But you can still talk to me.”

Matthew sighs, blinking up at the ceiling in the dark. His eyes feel wet again, but at least no one can see it. “I know.”

“I really was just teasing.”

“I know. It’s fine.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“No, I mean.” Matthew closes his eyes. “The teasing is fine. Don’t worry about that. It’s other stuff that’s fucked up, but it’s not your fault.”

A long pause, then. “Okay.”

A longer pause. Matthew swallows hard.

“I was kind of seeing someone,” he says. “And I think they just broke up with me.”

“Shit,” says Brady.

“Yeah.”

“I’m sorry,” Brady says. “That sucks.”

“Yeah.” Matthew breathes, trying to keep his voice from cracking. “I think I really liked them.”

Matthew can hear Brady shifting, although the bed is big enough that the mattress doesn’t dip.

“Them,” he says. It’s not quite a question, but it doesn’t really need to be. Years of plausible deniability, down the drain.

“Him,” Matthew says. [i had this conversation planned for soooo long before i finally got to write it into the story, and it was SO satisfying to finally put it on paper 😂]

Another lengthy pause, which Matthew is grateful for. He needs it to pull himself together.

“Matthew?” says Brady. Matthew makes a sound of acknowledgement. “It’s his loss. And I bet he’ll regret it.”

The lump in Matthew’s throat is too thick for him to get any words out around it, and he has to blink rapidly up at the ceiling again to keep from tearing up. Instead, he reaches a blind hand out across the bed, and squeezes tight when Brady grabs onto it. Too tight, probably, but Brady doesn’t complain. [brothers!! brothers who love each other so much!!! when i was writing the first draft of this, i knew from the end of the first chapter that matthew was going to have to get right in his relationship with brady before he’d be able to fix his relationship with leon, and in that way this scene really is the beginning of the long, arduous climb out of matthew’s dark night of the soul. he said it out loud! the world didn’t end! he has brady on his side now! he’s gonna be okay!]

[socialprawn]

HWERE may i read about your ocs...

First of all I love love your drawings and your characters, so I'm very honoured you ask 🙈🤍 I don't have a specific place where I write info :< I'm semi-producing a show for my characters, now I'm thinking maybe I should do a web-toon but still, all the info-dump is on a solo discord server HAHA 😭 Scrolling thru their tags should have some stuff but I can share some trivia for Moira and Thom: Moira:

Moira's dad was/is in a band called "The Douggies" and the music is TRAGIC.

Moira is a Gemini. She's ISFP. If she were a dog she would be a chinese crested.

Moira was an obnoxious teenager:

Thom:

Thom used to be engaged to a girlboss named Elle.

Thom is a Pisces. He is ENFP. If he were a dog he'd be a Scottish Deerhound

Thom had a playboy phase, marked by his shaved, dyed red hair:

When I become less shy and more determined I wanna put out more information but I'd rather draw panels than just write- I'm crap at writing (unless it's on chats n stuff which I'm more comfy hehe)

[drawthething]

Teddy!!

I rewatch his version of 'Beyond the sea' every now and then 😌

[stardustbee]

Hi Bee👋 for the ask game :🐶🦋🌸🍪🍫

I hope you have a lovely day. 💙

Hello my dear! Thank you for the ask!

🐶 Are you more of a dog person or a cat person?

Already answerd but I am more of a cat person 😊

🦋 Describe yourself in three words.

I am Bee.......I am so bad at stuff like this!

🌸 Best compliment you ever received?

I love and appreciate every comment!

🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be?

A classic chocolate cookie with many chocolate 🤤

🍫 Cheese or chocolate?

Why not both?

[yamikawas]

Yesterday I found out some filth that hasn't been active in over a year in a selfship Discord I'm in ships/shipped with my F/O and simply didn't list him in their F/O list (I would have left otherwise) and it made me feel so ill I threw up therefore I will now be writing to you about Yoomtah because yan selfshippers are the only real ones <3

Happy three year anniversary! Yoomtah has been watching you for over 1096 days now, non-stop. She would never ever look away from your face, you're just too precious to her- unless she needs to dispose of someone that tries to get between you two, of course. She has a special database inside her just for you, filled with thousands of pictures of you, all of your favorite things, every little observation she makes about you because she just wants to know everything about you! She needs to know all these facts so she can prepare her home for when she kidnaps you, of course! Yoomtah wants to make sure everything is perfect for you, that your room is filled with perfect decor and your wardrobe is full of clothes you love and that you can play games you like and eat your favorite food. She has to make sure you would never ever want to leave- but she already knows you wouldn't want to, anyway! It will just be the two of you forever and ever and ever!

1. WHO THE HELL IS TRYING TO STEAL YOUR BELOVED I WILL LITERALLY MURDER THEM OK[AXE EMOJI]

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[armysonemeu]

when you get this you have to post 5 songs you actually listen to then send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers

Viva la Vida - Coldplay

Only love can hurt like this - Paloma Faith

Arcade - Duncan Laurence

Hymn for Her - Ames

Mary on a cross - Ghost

(Feel free to ask about my kpop ones as well)

[dewitty1]

Saturday Six (Stuff)

Finished the project for the parental units new house. It looks good.٩(•̤̀ᵕ•̤́๑)ᵒᵏᵎᵎᵎᵎ

I finally got the pictures I had Shutterfly print of KittyMeow. It took forever. And yeah I need good (really easy) photo editing software, because they are kind of a mess. No I can't do anything like photoshop because I don't get it. I need really easy, like Insta easy lol. Oh well, I still like them. And I'll probably frame them anyway.✩⃛( ͒ ु•·̫• ू ͒)

A tad bit late in the year, but we finally took the Winter (aka Xmas) decorations down. Our excuse has been the huge mass of snow in the way of our shed.(๑>ᴗ<๑)

It's been raining here steadily for about 4ish days now, and it's so much better than snow, but the slush is horrible, and the back roads are all squidgy. My little Impreza doesn't like it. But I loooove the rain!(❁´▽`❁)*✲ﾟ*

My business picked up last year. Quite a bit better than the past 3 years. I'm still under the poverty level though. How ridiculous is that?s(・｀ヘ´・;)ゞ

I had little boy Reggie (Regulus Arcturus Black Kitteh) making biscuits on my bed last night. I only mention it because he's been hanging out in the living room more often since I got my new chair. Here's a gif of him...₍˄ุ.͡˳̫.˄ุ₎ฅ˒˒

[angelbvn]

yu, are you okay?? sorry to bother you;;

you’re not bothering me! yes i’m okay..just didn’t realize the date….you could say tmr doesn’t mark a very good day but uh i’m okay! i promise! just need to distract with stuff ^^;

thank you for asking though dear ( *’ω’* ) i appreciate it!

[valeriianz]

Send to 10 other bloggers you think are wonderful. Keep this going to make someone smile. 🤍

ah! thank you!! <3 i hope you're doing well 🥰

[msmargaretmurry]

I love tnno so much and I followed you not realizing it was you who wrote that masterpiece!! The scenes with the little rookies following in Connor and Dylan’s footsteps really got to me! And that one line about how Dylan always thought he and Connor would be grizzled old veterans together but somehow Dylan kept playing and Connor didn’t really hit me hard. Also, I don’t know if you read this one article about Connor’s relationship with his mom but I read it after reading your fic and they just really connected for me.

aww, thank you so much! yes i have read that article about connor and his mom — required reading for any mcjesus scholar imo. i'm glad you found it and connected with it too!

i love it when people tell me they loved the rookies in tnno, because they are very dear to me. they weren't supposed to be a big part of the story, but once i invented them, they just kind of wormed their way in and made themselves important. i've never been big on making up my own OCs (even though i've seen so many other people do it brilliantly!) so it felt like taking a risk to me, and i'm very glad i let them do what they wanted.

i'm feeling very self-indulgent today, so below the cut pls find a little excerpt from my google doc entitled "wonder twins activate" where i keep all my post-tnno rookies thoughts and feelings ❤

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Dylan has only posted once this summer. Tanner knows this, because he’s gone back to Dylan’s insta to look at that one post more times than he’s willing to admit, and enough times that he feels a little creepy about it.

In the photo, Dylan is on a balcony with Connor McDavid in the south of France. Dylan is leaning back against the railing, his head turned toward McDavid, mid-laugh. McDavid is propped on his elbows, facing outward, his face just visible enough to see the tiny smile on his lips. Behind them, a city street lined with pale pink and yellow buildings, white-framed windows, plants spilling over balconies, and beyond that, a strip of beach and an ocean bluer than any lake in Ontario.

Nice views in Nice, says the caption. For some reason, Tanner can’t stop wondering who took the picture.

In the comments, Kevin has left a string of hearts. Of course. If Tanner’s being honest, he is envious of how easily Kev got himself in good with one of the best and most elusive hockey players of their lifetimes. Well, really, he got himself in good with Dylan and somehow wound up buddies with McDavid as part of the package deal. Tanner is in good with Dylan, too, sure, but not the same way Kevin is. Like, Tanner knows everyone thinks of him and Kev as a unit — hell, Tanner thinks of him and Kev as a unit— but, if pressed, he’s sure everyone would also admit that he’s the sidekick to Kevin’s superhero. The Robin to his Batman. The Strome to his McDavid.

Which seems like a mean thing to say about Dylan, but Tanner doesn’t mean it badly. Dylan is one of the best people he knows. It’s just that McDavid is McDavid. He’s such a legend that Tanner had to meet him multiple times before he felt like a real person.