#I can't shut up about bagginshield

[thehobbitgirlie]

it's so funny that even if I don't come here every single day (like I should) where all I see is bagginshield bagginshield and bagginshield they still have all my brain like they're my only thought every second of every day it's a real brain mind and soul domination and I'm here for it

[obsidiancreates]

I know you're all for platonic but do you ship anyone in psych?-Poltertoast

I would update my bio because I actually love shipping now too.

I like Shules and Shawngus and Shawn x Despereaux! I'm not like, particularly passionate about any of them really, I just think they're cute. I think Shawn definitely had a crush on Lassie for a long time but tbh? Can't imagine them as a romantic couple. Their dynamics isn't what I look for in a ship and when that dynamic is to heavily altered to become what I look for it just stops feeling like the characters.

I usually don't write ships into my Psych first because again I'm just... kinda Eh about all of them in Psych. I don't know why, because Shules is chock-full of objectively great moments! Shawngus is totally my kind of ship dynamic! Shawn x Despereaux makes for great Criminal Shawn For Love content and I adore that! But still I merely find them all cute and fun with no Screaming or Gushing or Biting feelings elicited such as something like Bagginshield brings up in me.

Heh. ToastedGhost and ShawnGus fic where both sides realize the other two absolutely harbor feelings for their partner without realizing it and Shawn and Gus try to meddle and get Ghost and Toast to admit to each other while Toast tries to meddle and get Shawn and Gus to admit (Ghost just irritatedly bursts out with "JUST KISS ALREADY, GOSH!" or "WOULD YOU TWO SHUT UP AMD GET A ROOM?!" because he doesn't care but it's annoying him).

[lucigoo]

Bagginshield-tober: Day 2 - Garden

Im a little behind, but nevermind, enjoy my Bagginsheild story based on the prompt Garden.

It is also avaliable on A03 here

Bilbo was fed up with his husband. Yes he understood his concerns, yes, he knew Thorin didn't like it when he was too far from the Mountain, yes, he would take his bodyguards Nockic and Avrala with him. No, he was not staying more than two nights and “Yes, will you back off Thorin as i am going to Dale! I'm going to check the harvest and make sure it's growing right. And I sure as Yavanna do not need permission thank you very much” Bilbo finally snapped. Feeling guilty when he saw the sheepish expression on Thorin’s face. Bilbo took a few deep breaths, walked closer so he could cup Thorin's cheeks in his small and nimble hands. “Thorin, love, I'm going to Dale, with two bodyguards, Ori, Dori and Bofur. I have to check the harvest Thorin or we will all go hungry. Besides, we talked about this. I'm a hobbit, there is nowhere green in the mountains. I need air and grass and living things. I love it here, i love you, but i am still a hobbit ok?” he asked genty. Thorin just let out a sigh, “Yes aznan, I understand. I didn't mean to make you feel like you can't go, i just …” Thorin trailed off, not looking Bilbo in the eyes, how did he explain what he was feeling. 

He didn't have to, his clever, loving hobbit did it for him. “You just don't like me far away, and I appreciate it. I don't like to be too far away either, but it will be winter soon, and I need to get as much sunlight as possible whilst I can Thorin. Maybe in a few years when things have settled we can make a garden in the Mountain, there must be somewhere.” Bilbo finished on a wistful sigh. 

Thorin said nothing and just pulled Bilbo into his arms and held him tight, relishing in the feel of him before he disappeared down to Dale for two long, lonely nights. 

~~~~<>~~~~

Bilbo sat on his pony, listening to Ori and Bofur talk about the new trade agreements as he watched the Lonely Mountain get closer and closer.. He was ready to be home, to have his dwarven heater cuddled up behind him as the nights got colder, to just breathe in all of Thorin. Bilbo hated how he had to do these trips every other month or so at least, but as a hobbit he couldn't survive in just stone the way his dwarves did. As it was he was already dreading the upcoming winter where the doors got shut and only opened for extreme circumstances. 

Bilbo thankfully had convinced Thorin to move into a room at the top of the Mountain with him, one of the very few with a window and a connected balcony. Not that the baloney had been very good or safe when he had last checked a few months ago. Hopefully, one day soon he could convince Thorin to allow him to turn it into something he could use to grow, no matter how small. 

Bilbo found himself whipped away as soon as he got into the Mountain, Thorin was nowhere in sight, and Balin had basically grabbed him, and marched him to his rooms. Bilbo looked at his travelling companions who looked as bemused as him but followed along behind him dutifully. 

Bilbo just scuttled along, almost running to keep up with Balin, who hasn't released his arm. Balin didn't slow until he reached Bilbo’s own chambers. 

As soon as he was free he stood as tall as possible and glared at his friend “WHat in Arda Balin? I know where my rooms are, did my idiot husband think 3 days out of the mountain and I'd forget, honestly” he ended with a tut. He'd barely made it into the mountain and he was already fed up with dwarves. His dwarves specifically.

“And you three, next time you need me to get you out of a pickle don't expect me to aid you” He added with a huff, glaring at them all. He pulled his waistcoat into position again, smoothed his cloak and opened his door Calling back “Where is my stonehead husband anyway? If he thought I was going to get lost he could have come for me himself.” he said, still annoyed. 

Bilbo stopped still when he heardThorin’s unamused cough. He turned his head  back around and smiled sheepishly at his dwarf King, standing there in nothing but a short sleeved tunic that really showed off those strong forearms. 

Bilbo realised he had been staring a little too much when Bofur “accidentally” nudged him in the back. “Ahem, yes, hello” he said, face bright red as he ignored the reason why the rest of The Company were in his rooms during his homecoming. 

He walked straight to Thorin and allowed himself to be wrapped up in those strong, safe arms. INhaling the scent of fire, iron and stone. A scent that would be strange for a hobbit to enjoy, but for Bilbo it was just pure Thorin and he had missed him so. 

“And i you ghivashel” he felt more than heard rumble under his ear, reeling he had said it out loud. 

Nilbo soon realised he would get no peace to snuggle his dwarf as the rest of their friends were whispering, loudly. Bilbo’s ears suddenly perked up as he pulled back from Thorin’s solid chest. “Garden, what garden?” he asked curiously. 

Thorin turned his glare at his friends before turning to bilbo with a besotted smile. “Close you eyes my huzn, I have a surprise. We have been working on it slowly for months in secret, but now it is complete, come.” he said, grasping Bilbo’s hand tight on his own as Kili covered Bilbo’s eyes as he “did not trust their burglar not to peep”.

Bilbo spluttered and made noise just to indulge him, It didn't hurt to indulge one of the lads every now and again, He allowed himself to be ushered outside into the fresh mountain air. He took a few deep breaths before suddenly stilling. His nose twitched. “Wait, Thorin, what can I smell, it's never smelt like this before. “ he said in shock.

Thorin chuckled in his ear and said “open your eyes mine huzn, look at your present.” 

Bilbo did and gasped, hands covering his mouth as his eyes involuntarily watered. It wasn't very big, most of the beds were not filled, but the ones that were. Bilbo couldn't believe it. 

He turned, throwing himself at Thorin and laughing as he kissed his whole face, revelling in the way Thorin held his hips tight in those bug road hands that could cut down orcs, create amazing weapons and apparently make a hobbit out of the Shire there very one garden on the side of a mountain Bilbo couldn't stop the tears as he nuzzled into Thorin who happily embraced him back. 

Bilbo had a sudden thought and pulled back, “Thorin, do you, I mean are you aware ….” he trailed off, unsure how to ask his question.

Thorin gave a small laugh. “Yes my beloved, I know the flowers have meanings, these were the only ones we could find that would grow that we could identify. I had no wish to say the wrong thing.” he said a little bashfully. 

Bilbo looked around and noticed that their friend had left at some point when he had been enfolded in Thorin’s arms. “You are aware that this is a giant declaration of love, yes?” he all but purred as he pressed closer to his husband. 

“I hope so, tell me if i'm wrong but the aster’s, bleeding hearts and lilac are declarations of love, the mountain pansy is a reflection of a humble hobbit being brave enough to follow an old dwarf across the world and become his consort, the sedum, phlox, columbine and begonia are all variations of unity, partnership and togetherness ans this one…” he trailed off as he moved further along into the garden, towing Bilbo behind him. 

“This one”  he said as he picked a small flower that had bloomed and placed it behind Bilbo’s ears, wiping the tears that were falling as he did so. “This yarrow stands for everlasting love, the way my heart is everlasting yours, until the end of Arda and the world is remade for the final battle and beyond that, my love for you will never waver.”

A sob left Bilbo’s throat as he lunged at Thorin grabbing him by his braids. Having their first passionate kiss under the soft mountain sunlight in his garden, a garden made with love like his father had made his mother. Bilbo had never been so sure he was where he was supposed to be more than in this moment. Wrapped up in his dwarf surrounded by a loud and brash declaration of everlasting fealty in hobbit custom. 

“I love you” he whispered into Thorin's mouth quietly, enjoying the thorough ravishing he received in return as his return declaration. 

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

I haven't done one of these in so long! Def needed to step up. 😎

How did you come up with the titles to your fics?

Uhhh...idk. Pass.🤣 Seriously, I don't know if I can just pinpoint a process. I like word plays so I zone in on a theme/scene/dialogue and play it up. Best way I can describe it.

Describe your writing process.

Step 1: Put your idea/plot bunny on the ever increasing list with vague descriptions and tropes to never see the light of day again.

Step 2: Ope, turns out it can't be shut down. Give it a fairly decent outline so it feels like it got to live it's life inside your brain.

Step 3: Fuck, it's getting stronger. Time to humor it and start writing a few scenes here and there. Maybe the first chapter.

Step 4: IT'S BREACHED CONTAINMENT! IT HAS BEEN EXPOSED TO THE OUTSIDE WORLD PREMATURELY! THINGS WILL NEVER BE THE SAME NOW THAT PEOPLE KNOW THIS RABBIT MONSTROSITY EXISTS!

Step 5: Learn what kind of food WIPs eat and try to keep them well fed as you deal with the existential crisis of knowing another lurks below the surface with the potential to take you through the same process, turning you into a metaphorical cat lady only with rabbit monsters.

What qualities/personality traits do you feel like you capture well in your characters?

Wit and/or humor. I don't know that I've ever written a fic that didn't have just a touch of humor to it. And it's always come relatively naturally to play up to different characters' strengths in that regard.

What about Ambassador to Madness stands out from others with the same trope? (Chose most recently updated WIP.)

Okay! So I feel like the standard formula for this trope is:

Bilbo and Thorin get married

Bilbo and Thorin fall in love

Bilbo and Thorin deal with bigoted dwarves

Now don't get me wrong, this is a formula I have read over and over! But I wanted something a bit different.

So one thing you'll notice is that there will be bigoted dwarves throughout the fic, but they are more like fleeting annoyances vs. the overall villains. Bilbo and Thorin being forced together to essentially save Erebor from a goldmad king is the focus, and somehow along the way they manage to fall in love.

Honestly, it's more like I took the Arranged Marriage AU trope and decided to play it out more like the standard Fake Marriage AU.

What part of the writing process do you most enjoy (brainstorming, outlining, writing, editing, etc.)?

Definitely the brainstorming/outlining phase. The feel of a brand new baby bunny in your hand before...you know, disaster. 😂

SUNNY SELF-RECS:

Something old: Thirty Minutes to Change Your Life

Something new: Year of Bagginshield Collection- Thumbelina AU

Something 'boo': Ghost of a Chance

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[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

Showing affections.

45. sleepy kisses

Haddotin.

Feeling another human’s touch.

38. stroking their leg

Haddotin please 🥺!

34. washing the other’s body

also Haddotin!

28 feeling for each other in the dark

baggishield

(please if you can at least write one of them)

THANK YOU SO MUCH! 😍 Your art is fantastic. I can't tell you how excited I was by your ask. Okay, so it was really hard not to choose every one of these. But 34 and 28 REALLY caught my eye, and when I finished I couldn't wait anymore before posting. 🤣 When I get the chance I'll go back and try to catch the first two!

34. washing the other’s body- Haddotin

(Bagginshield moment is below this one)

“You didn’t have to do this…Captain.” Tintin grunted, leaning just a little bit harder against him.

“Quit telling me what I have to and don’t have to do.” Haddock fired back. “And Snowy, quit getting underfoot!”

Tintin laughed lightly as the white terrier barked at the Captain before hurrying on ahead of them up the stairs. Tintin tried his best not to rely on his friend too much, but the closer they got to the top, the more his shoulder seemed to throb in protest. Even in spite of the pain medication and rolls of bandage it was under, he could still feel the impression of sharp burning metal tearing through his skin. It wasn’t his first time getting shot, and unfortunately, most likely wouldn’t be the last time. Didn’t make the experience any less painful.

“If you just get me to my bedroom, I should be fine from there.”

“Nonsense.” Haddock growled. “You’ve still got blood and dirt on you. I’m helping you straight into the tub.”

“Captain!” Tintin protested with a flush to his cheeks.

“Just try to argue with me, and I’ll carry you there. See that I don’t!”

Tintin wisely kept his mouth shut after that, as he tried to sneak peeks at his friend’s expression. His jaw was locked tight, his eyes straight ahead on his destination. At least his grip was gentle, otherwise Tintin would fear he had truly lost every ounce of respect his companion once had for him. 

Tintin was pulled into the guest bath which was still far grander than he deserved. He has never regretted his decision to move into Marlinspike, but sometimes he felt it was far too luxurious for the likes of him. Haddock gently eased him onto a stool before pittering around to get the bath salts and soaps out as the water filled the tub. A fond smile crept onto his face thinking how out of place the old sea dog looked in the marble bathroom, and yet he never faltered in his task. The contradiction of brutish and refined in Haddock was something that has always intrigued, and dare he say, loved about him.

“There. That ought to do it.” He declared with his hands on his hips.

“Thank you, Captain.” Tintin murmured. “I think I can handle it from here.”

Tintin started to unbutton his shirt only to wince when he moved his shoulder.

“Like hell you can.” Haddock declared before reaching over to do it himself.

Tintin’s brain short-circuited for a moment as he watched Haddock’s fingers move nimbly down his chest only to come back to himself when he shivered in the cold air now hitting his exposed torso. Haddock moved down to his belt, and Tintin sucked in a large gulp of air only for Haddock to pause. Red bloomed underneath his beard as he turned away.

“There. Now I expect you…can do this part yourself.”

Tintin was almost shocked by the disappointment he felt, but nevertheless, undid the buckle, letting his trousers and pants fall to the ground before stepping out of the bundle and into the tub. Relief sank into his bones and a sigh released into the air at the perfectly tempered water after such a trying day. Tintin hadn’t quite realized he had closed his eyes, until the sound of the stool scraping across the tile forced them back open. He turned slightly to balk at Haddock settling in behind him.

“What are you doing?” He asked breathlessly.

“Can’t get yourself properly clean with that mangled shoulder of yours.” He grunted.

Tintin felt himself becoming offended for a number of reasons not the least being, this wasn’t his first gunshot wound, and mostly because Haddock STILL wouldn’t look him in the eye. 

“This is completely unnecessary.” He argued for the sake of his dignity.

“Hush and don’t move.” The sailor demanded as he grabbed a loofa, giving it a generous amount of soap before dipping it in the water.

It was strange because nothing that the Captain was doing wasn’t something Tintin would do himself, but the sponge gliding over his skin had him shivering in its wake. Tintin leaned his head back to distract himself from the sensation only to realize how close Haddock was to him this way. Tintin could faintly smell his pipe tobacco every time he breathed out and found himself mesmerized by every individual silver hair starting to gather in his beard. However, his eyes, hard with repressed anger, remained focused on his task. Tintin let his own eyes close in shame.

“I’m sorry.” 

“For what?” Haddock grunted.

“For letting them get away.” Tintin admitted, turning his head to the side to stare at the tile floor. “I don’t regret doing what I did, but it cost us finally shutting down the opium ring. Who knows when they’ll surface next…”

A small ‘plop’ distracted Tintin into looking up again, only to find him the sole focus of Haddock’s cutting glare.

“Thundering typhoons! Do you think I’m upset because we didn’t catch those louts?!”

“Yes?” Tintin offered tentatively.

The Captain seemed to be visibly shaking before sitting back with a hand over his eyes. Tintin turned slightly, trying to follow him, only to wince at the pull to his shoulder. Haddock who heard him pulled his hand away to glare first at his shoulder and then back at him. 

“You took that bullet for me. You got hurt…because of me!”

Tintin blinked as he processed the words, but he still didn’t see the point Haddock was trying to make.

“Of course. It would have killed you. I knew that if I stepped in the way that it would hit me in a less vital place at least.”

STOP!” Haddock roared, jumping to his feet. “Don’t make those kinds of decisions for me. I don’t ever want you to step between me and a gun again, do you hear?!”

Tintin could feel his brows pull together as he turned his attention to the bubbles in the water.

“Sorry for saving your life then.” He grumbled sullenly.

“Don’t do that!” Haddock ranted. “Don’t pull that with me. Just because I can’t stand to see the man I love put in danger…”

The Captain’s mouth remained open, but no sound came out as his complexion faded to near ghost white. Tintin was trapped in a similar state as the words repeated over and over in his head. The man I love the man I love the man I love…

“I-I should…”

Haddock turned on heel ready to bolt from the bathroom when Tintin cried out.

“Archibald!”

They both froze once more, and Tintin lowered his eyes refusing to see the rejection as he fished up the loofa.

“Get my back first?”

He counted the seconds by his heartbeat pounding in his ears in the wake of the crushing silence. Tintin nearly felt bowed over by the sound of footsteps approaching as the loofa was removed from his hand. Slowly, mechanically, it slid across his skin, and in the deference of such gallantry, Tintin did the bravest thing he thinks he’s ever managed in his life.

“I love you too.” He whispered.

There was a shaky exhale and a soft press of whiskery lips against his shoulder blade. The simple gesture alighted his every nerve, and stole away his pain. A potent drug that Tintin vowed to seek out more of in the future.

28 feeling for each other in the dark- Bagginshield

Bilbo coughed and hacked violently as the dust settled in his windpipe in the wake of the collapse. 

“Thorin?” He questioned hoarsely.

“Here.” The responding voice boomed through their enclosure.

Bilbo heard the dwarf moving closer to him before a wandering finger nearly poked into his eye socket.

“Sorry.” Thorin mumbled as his hand trailed down his face to his arm. “Are you okay?”

“I think so.” Bilbo croaked, his coughing finally subsided. “Was that supposed to happen?”

“No.” Thorin admitted, his voice carrying the smallest trace of humor. “Usually we can predict tunnel collapses before they fall around the people within them.”

“So what do we do now?”

“Now.” The king sighed. “We wait for someone to dig us out.”

“And how long will that take?” 

“A few hours. Definitely no more than a week.”

“A WEEK?!” Bilbo shrieked.

Thorin gave a rumbling chuckle before pulling Bilbo down on the ground next to him.

“Relax. I was only jesting.”

Bilbo grunted, not finding amusement in the time or place of the joke. Still, he found he had developed a soft spot for Thorin, even prior to their courting, and couldn’t hold it against him for long.

“Do you know any word games at least?” He asked with a long suffering sigh.

“None that would appease your quick mind.” Thorin teased.

“Well, then I’m at a loss.” Bilbo complained, putting his head in his hand.

“Why? We are finally alone, no chaperones in sight…”

Bilbo smirked, having a good idea where Thorin was going with this as he turned his head up to the dwarf only for him to bump his chin directly into Bilbo’s nose. Bilbo cried out covering the spot while Thorin began to apologize profusely. There was nothing dripping at least, and it didn’t feel broken.

“I thought dwarves were supposed to be able to see in dark spaces.” 

That was clearly the wrong thing to say as Thorin leaned away. 

“I can see just fine. You moved is all.” He practically snarled.

Bilbo’s eyebrows furrowed together, immediately wincing as it pulled at his tender nose. However, now that he was thinking about it, he’s noticed several instances where his husband-to-be has either squinted in the distance or called out to the wrong person. In fact, Kili was just laminating about how Thorin never has time for target practice now that he’s become king, but he knew for a fact that he spared with Dwalin almost every day.

“Thorin…how many fingers am I holding right now?”

“You don’t need to test me!” He snapped.

“Just answer the question.”

Silence settled between them saying everything it needed to. Bilbo dropped his hands wishing he could have this conversation where he could actually see Thorin.

“How long have you suspected?” He asked quietly.

Thorin clung to his silence a bit longer before releasing it in a sigh. 

“Awhile.”

“You never told me.”

It wasn’t an accusation. Merely an acknowledgement of the fact.

“You can’t be a warrior with a failing sight.” 

The sorrow that rung in his quiet admission nearly broke Bilbo in two. He quickly scooted over, blindly groping until he found Thorin’s hands. He brought them to his mouth, ignoring the grit and sweat as he did so.

“Your legacy as a warrior has been immortalized forever after finally killing that monstrous orc so you need not worry that any would see you as lesser. Furthermore, my heart, you must remember: you aren’t a warrior anymore. You are a king.”

“Dwarven culture doesn’t distinguish between the two.” Thorin explained even as he gave Bilbo’s hands a small squeeze.

Taking that for the encouragement it was, Bilbo felt a small pull at his lips.

“Be that as it may, I have seen you with a sword. You don’t fight like you’re at a disadvantage.”

“And for how long will that last?” Thorin sighed. “I was hoping to hide this from you a little longer, but you are marrying an old dwarf, Master Baggins. How can you settle for that?”

“Well, considering I’m an old hobbit, I find it settles with me just fine. An old dwarf who prefers nights spent in by the fire with a blanket and a book and a piping hot cup of tea. Hmm, doesn’t that sound heavenly?”

Thorin laughed as he used their connected hands to pull Bilbo closer.

“Your books and your armchairs, how could I forget?”

“And I know for a fact that your age hasn’t affected your…nightly performances so where is the problem truly?”

Thorin released him as he roared in delight which caused Bilbo to chortle as well.

“I love you.” He confessed, finally calming enough to lean in breathlessly.

When he missed yet again, Bilbo corrected him by grabbing his cheeks to position his lips not at Bilbo’s eye, but at his lips as well. It would seem sitting in the dark collapse-formed cave that their challenges were far from over, but as long as they spent them together, Bilbo could not envision a better adventure.

Request some touch drabbles from Sunny.

[bigpeepee]

LISTEN let me tell you about this girl I have a humongous crush on, then I'll delete this post and probably won't mention her again bc she might fins out my blog tomorrow and she MUST NOT KNOW

But I have to talk about her at least once bc i've never had such a big crush on anyone

I met her at a piano course, it's like a group lab in the place where I study singing. And the moment I saw her I was struck. I'm not gonna say "love at first sight" because love is a big word, but there's an expression in Italian (I don't know if it's used in this sense in English as well) which means "thunderstruck" and it's quite fitting.

It wasn't just attraction (though goddamn was she hot) but I had this feeling that there was something about her, and that she was going to be important. I don't know, it was a strange feeling, I had never had it before. By the end of the lesson I was almost in shock because

She was hot. Like, it's not the most important or interesting part but she was. Androgynous, sidecut, tattoo on her arm, lip piercing... Ashsgshdhh god help me and my gay ass

Great music taste, and it's not easy to find a girl that's into similar genres as me

She D R A W S. That day I only found out she had a drawing tablet, but later I found out she's studying at the comics academy. And also that I love her style A LOT

Now, she gave me MAJOR gay vibes, but the fuck do I know, I didn't know any other gay person irl so my gaydar is practically non existent. And I HAD TO find out. While I waited for her to say something or at least for a chance to drop a hint to the fact that I like girls I get to know her a bit more. Which is great and awful at the same time because damn she's amazing?? And I still don't know if I have a chance??? Nice

And then she says it!!!! Except, she says "my girlfriend". So after a moment of oh my god she's gay i realised oh fuck she has a girlfriend.

So yeah, no hope for me. But they're actually kind of adorable as far as I can tell so it's been easier to accept it. And to be honest, she's so amazing that I'm just glad I got to meet her. Do I wish we could be more? Yes. But knowing her and being friends is more than enough luck for me. Which we kind of are (friends, I mean) though not close yet but hopefully one day?

It's just, we have so much in common and I can be 100% myself. She's the one who dragged me back into bagginshield hell. We send each other bagginshield gifs and that's almost all we've been talking about lately and she's the only person I can talk about this kind of things. Like, ships and stuff... I was soooo scared of mentioning fanfiction because I had never admitted reading ff to anyone before, and I was like what if it's too much even for her, but she got all excited and begged me to send her the links to the fics I was talking about. And she's making some fanart and showed me a couple of sneak peeks and I can't wait to see the finished results bc they looked so good I could cry. Is she even real?????

So yeah, I felt like talking about her bc maybe some of my old friends here might be interested, and also she's basically the reason I'm back on tumblr, and also she's just so amazing that I wanted to gush about her a bit.

It's kind of weird that I'm talking about her on valentine's day but istg it's a coincidence, it's just that she might find out my tumblr tomorrow (I actually lowkey hope so) so I have to delete this before then. But yeah. Gonna shut up now.

[bag-my-oak-hole]

For the ask: 45,64 & 79!

-midearthwritings 💛

45: Name three of my favorite Fanfic writers

Oh gosh that's hard. I do be doing a lot of reading. I gotta say @knife-em0ji with their WONDERFUL zombie!bagginshield au that I eagerly expect the next chapter. Northern Sparrow because I am obsessed with the way they throw all their bird knowledge into a fantastic story.....and probably @perkynurples and I hope they are doing alright because I will never stop thinking about the upcoming reunion in their WWII!Bagginshield story (there are so many but those are just off the top of my head.)

64: Favorite Title for a Fic you've read?

Hm, that's so many to think of. Most of the fics I read have song titles as is customary usually, but I honestly don't think I could give an answer to that.

79: are you an over-writer, under-writer, or just-right-er?

Oh I am an over-writer for sure. I do not know when to shut up. There is so much I always want to put in my fics and half the time I can't justify putting them in there. But I do love them.