#I use a sideblog for little Richard

[aneurins-barnard]

A Little Annoucement

I mentioned here that I was going to make some changes to my blogs. I suppose it is now "next year".

I have been doing a little thinking about my blog and side blogs and the things I want do in the next year. Starting, well, today, I will (re)start posting ASOIAF and viking gifs and edits on this blog and then reblogging them to the side blogs. This is and has always been a gifmaking blog. It can't really be a gifmaking blog if all the gifs aren't there. I am not shutting the sideblogs down, but changing where gifs and edits are posted. Fics will continue being posted on those sideblogs. If I do end up writing more this year, I may contemplate making a fic sideblog in lieu of a taglist (those things are so confusing sometimes).

I have some series I will be working on this year.

First is a long series of edits that use mainly Horrible Histories songs (see here Richard and Alfred) or other poems and songs about that person or event (see Brunanburh). I will always welcome suggestions, but keep in mind if there's a date (birthday, deathday, etc) the edit will be posted on that day. Of course this is not always possible and sometimes they may just be posted at my leisure (like posting Henry VII on Jan 28)

Second is a series of costume edits. I have already started this with Sihtric and Aldhelm and a few others, but this year there will be more. Requests don't mean I'll get to that one quicker. These things take me a long time to do.

Later today I will be posting some gifmaking promts. I look forward to seeing your requests!

I do have a lot of other plans this year. Lots of photos to take, and a lot of places to visit (list includes but not limited to: Windsor Castle, The Tower, Westminster Abbey, Leicester, Hampton Court Palace and many others)

I think that is all.

Tagging a few mooties I want to keep in the loop:

@aneurinallday @barbieaemond @bouncehousedemons @emilyhufflepufftlk @gemini-mama @hoosbandewan @jamesfrain @just-some-random-blogger @kingslionheart @lonnson @lord-aldhelm @lordbettany @samsheughan @sihtricfedaraaahvicius @solinarimoon @sylasthegrim @thenameswinter99 @whitedarkmoonflower

Happy new year to everyone! 🥳🥳🥳

[1mlostnow]

A young man stands in his bedroom. It just so happens that today, the 27th of July, is this young man's birthday. Though it was years ago he was given life, it is only today that he will be given a name.

What will the name of this young man be?

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🐸 The Basics :

Name : Evan

Pronouns : He/Him

Age : A minor!!

Gender : Male

Sexuality : Gay

Nationality : American

Star Sign : Leo

MBTI : INTJ-T

I love nicknames, call me whatever.

I’m usually around from 8AM to 1AM CDT.

Music sideblog : @evan-radio

🐛 My Resume :

Loser CEO, the ‘weird kid’ since birth, Professional Ghostbuster, Supervillian, and Midwestern Cowboy (the fun way, not the cop way), Lab Experiment #0727

🪲 My Music :

AJJ, boygenius, Bug Hunter, Cage The Elephant, Car Seat Headrest, Crywank, Lemon Demon, Lord Huron, Los Campesinos!, MCR, Noah Kahan, ODO, Pat The Bunny, Radiohead, Rex Orange County, Seb Lowe, Sleep Token, Tally Hall, Tame Impala, Teen Suicide, TFB, The Smiths, Vundabar, Weezer :/, Will Wood/WWATT, Wingnut Dishwashers Union, and more.

🐢 Tags :

# evan speaks -> I talk. A lot. // # evan rants -> I tend to be very emotional // # evan’s memories -> nostalgia mode // # evan can’t vote -> US politics // # evan draws -> my art // # EvanRadio -> my sideblog for music // # i love my mutuals -> typically multiple mutual appreciation posts per day

🐍 Rules & Boundaries :

I’m a minor!! Don’t be weird!!

Obviously, any form of discrimination is off limits.

Cringe culture is dead, all are welcome, and I’m always open to learning.

Asks and anons are open, notifs are off so feel free to spam, but I can’t promise I’ll see it right away. Absolutely feel free to interact and ask, I will have full convos w/ you through reblogs. I answer DMs on a case-by-case basis. If you are over 18, please do not DM me.

🦎 Fandoms and characters ->

★ Dead Poets Society

★ House MD

★ Supernatural

★ Sherlock

★ Ghostbusters

★ Homestuck

🦖 Incoming fandoms ->

★ Hannibal, Good Omens, Saw

🐊 Backseat Fandoms ->

★ IT, Stranger Things, Over The Garden Wall, Scooby-Doo

🦚 Fandom Graveyard ->

★ Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, Creepypasta

🦜 Kinnies ->

★ Sherlock Holmes (Sherlock)

★ Egon Spengler (Ghostbusters)

★ Castiel (Supernatural)

★ Steven Meeks (Dead Poets Society)

★ Richie Tozier (IT 2017)

★ Rory Keaner (My Babysitter’s A Vampire)

🪛 Other Movies :

The Truman Show, Stand By Me, Velvet Goldmine, Jaws, The Goonies, Breakfast Club

🐉 Other Interests :

Reading, writing, art (drawing, painting, digital and traditional), etymology, science, history, math, forensics, biology, marching band (alto sax), sharks

🔋 Other Facts :

- I love my car like it’s my child #TOMATER SUPREMACY 🦚

- Richard Cameron Defender for life (see here)🐊

- Blog theme changes frequently 🦖

- i LOVE doing little doodles and drawings of my friends 🐢

- I love my mutuals and you guys are my best friends btw 🐍

- More mouse bites!! This vexes me! Medicine drug!! 🦎

- ADHD 🪲

- I’ve got a bad habit of viewing notifications but never responding to them, if this happens please just tag me again 📗

🦠 A Note :

I am very indecisive and this post will be edited very often (see counter below)

🧪 Dead Poets Society :

@pingunaa @ghostboyhood @wordssricochet @meekspeaks @poetsinnyc @wilsons-three-legged-siamese @midwest-quill @apparitiongnostic @de4d-poet-kisser @yourfavvgal @asclexe @lv3buzzz

If I forgot someone/if you want to be added just lmk :)) if I forgot you I’m so so sorry

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hello I'm freya (host of the D0TT3RZ system)

bodily 18, alters generally dont have a defined age except for lucy (8)

collectively she/her but a few of us use it/its too

punk megadyke

mostly reblogs because I don't know how to write thoughts and/or have nothing to say (im slowly learning though)

I primarily listen to:

the chats, aborted tortoise, against me!, IDLES, bridge city sinners, soft play, femtanyl, stiff richards, lotsa shit

I'm "in" like 2 fandoms I guess (rwby and homestuck)

I play a lot of doom

i self ship!..... I think? ruby rose was an F/O with jade harley but she's become a fictive.

DNI IF YOU SHIP ROSEGARDEN. nothing personal just a huge squick. ruby can't fucking stand looking at it

system info under the cut

D0TT3RZ are:

Freya (host, that's me) -F (my messages are usually untagged though)

lucy (little, my daughter of sorts, formed out of some heavy shit and carries a lot of grief) -L

R0XY (manic, bit of a cunt sometimes, banned from riding our motorcycle) -0/R0XY

Adelaide (MDNI, hypersexual, adults can ask for her sideblog.) -A

Ruby (fictive, MY FIANCE!!! <3, foster mother for lucy) -R

Yang (fictive, "auntie yang" according to lucy, also our drummer!) -Y

Blake (fictive, present, but doesn't say much, don't really expect a full conversation with her) -B

Qrow (fictive, no clue why he's here. absolute anomaly. the only "he") -Q

Z*****/Salem (persecutor, introject. hurts me.) -Z

and a couple dormant headmates, will add them to the list if/when they return

C***** (fictive, second mother figure.) -C

Gabriel (protector/caretaker for everyone in/out of system. loves to hear you call!) -G

usually end direct messages with these - tags if we're comfy, unless there's pkit we just use that

[cature]

💌 ) BEST BELOVED. okay time to be normal. here’s a tag for my comfort characters, never specified by name or dug into in any meaningful depth. i am putting them in my mouth and chewing. i am asking at all times to be reading illuminated treatsies on their actions and their subtexts and their costume designs and their leimotifs and to hold their beating heart in my hands (just to look at it!) and yeah, okay, also sometimes to suck their soul out of their body twice a day for the rest of my life.

💎 ) OLD MONEY. this is quite literally just my blair waldorf tag. it’s the newspapers in print and the purses that don’t carry cash and lipstick made custom and champagne from the valley and not just imitation. it’s the world that gatsby could entertain but never enter. it’s the girls who aren’t daisy. it’s a white winter in the city, but every path you walk on is still clean and dried. the grand vizier, the high pope, the dark curl-spilled queen to serena’s lion-haired king among men, morgan le fey come again to wear chanel.

🔏 ) POETRY. another normal tag! i am a horrific poet with barely a handful of daily lit deviations (i hope reading that phrase gave you flashbacks) under my belt, but the self-published poetry scene is finally recovering from the mass damage that instagram and richard siken fanfic did to it. and i for one am fucking pumped. other quotes with particularly good cadence will also be thrown in here just to jazz things up a bit.

📖 ) MEDIA. i’m on a normal tag roll. these are the stories that are important to me in ways unrelated to comfort characters or my deep abiding need to get plowed by questionable anime men. a lot of my favorite posts end up untagged on my sideblog because they’re not as structured as i like my main to be, so the ones that do make the cut are guaranteed to have been heralded by me physically showing one of my spices my phone.

🥠 ) LITTLE THOUGHTS. essentially a text post tag. a lot of them have tended to be sweet or sad rather than silly, but i like collecting the ones that make me react. fortune cookie emoji feels self-explanatory from there. as with my media tag anything that i like enough to have but not enough to revisit or incorporate into my bird’s nest goes over on a sideblog, so these reblogs are fun treats for me to pick back through.

🪶 ) HOPE AS AN ACTION. “empathy isn’t just something that happens to us - a meteor shower of synapses firing across the brain - it’s also a choice we make: to pay attention, to extend ourselves. It’s made of exertion, that dowdier cousin of impulse. sometimes we care for another because we know we should, or because it’s asked for, but this doesn’t make our caring hollow. this confession of effort chafes against the notion that empathy should always rise unbidden, that genuine means the same thing as unwilled, that intentionality is the enemy of love. but i believe in intention and i believe in work. i believe in waking up in the middle of the night and packing our bags and leaving our worst selves for our better ones.” - leslie jamison.

🫖 ) LIKE REAL PEOPLE DO. domesticity, and family, and growing, and trying your best, and singing without thinking about it, and cooking for eachother, and existing in the world as a participant. being housebound on and off for years has not been good to me even as being happily married and content in my triangle has been a massive act of healing. somewhere in between the two i’m holding on fiercely to celebration of the things i can still do together with them and trying to believe that it can be enough.

🍫 ) BITTERNESS. kind of discourse, kind of venting. i’m not overly invested in collating my opinions daily any more, but i have been saying certain things for actively years now while waiting for the wider zeitgeist to catch up to me and it’s always a pleasure to see a widely accepted and welcome new take from the last three months that i got into a fight in my 2018 dms for suggesting. sometimes i just want to hit people i have blocked with a car. being a sex worker who has to ebeg will do that to otherwise perfectly lovely friendships more than you’d think. sometimes you are all just so, so illiterate. essentially a dump for anything that pisses me off.

🔖 ) AUDIENCE ASIDES. this one is for “reblog and tag yourself” memes and is functionally an about me tag that i fill up only with uquiz answers, disjointed facts from my childhood, and either/or games. they’re fun! not everything has to be complicated. scroll around this tag for interaction bait or just to hang out. maybe one day i’ll port my vent app “which major arcana are you” tag meme over here as a uquiz of some kind. that’d be fun, i think. (i’m the moon, btw. just in case you were wondering. mine was the moon.

🫕 ) BESTIES. this is a catch-all tag for my assorted friends to opt-into that is 110% just about being, yknow, kind of a cunt. all of the references to insane internet-specific drama go here, all of the polycule jokes go here, all of the “hey i know you’re high so i invited a thousand people over” jokes go here, and so does all of the sweet stuff. fondue emoji because that way people can dip in and choose to be included in it or not, and also i am too lazy to tag for each individual 🌈/🐰/🎲/📿/🐱/🐻/fruit code/tumblr mutual/etc vibe.

🕰️ ) FIRST FOLIO. because despite the lobotomy i am in fact a washed-out imitation of both english and art history qualification-havers, and sometimes a bitch wants to talk about the way the world shaped a colour choice or a turn of phrase or an adaptational choice between book and stage or stage and dance. constantly fellating the macmillan romeo juliet choreography, my own imaginary staging of ibsen’s fruen fra havet, and prospero’s final lines in the tempest. this is a dump tag for anything that i would pin to a board like a butterfly if given the chance to do so together with my loved ones.

🌪️ ) OIL ROOM. oh, hey, a normal tag again. an art tag, even, for things that rattle around in my brain for a few days after, or things that i’d spend useless hours trying to dig back up on pinterest to add to a board for a fictional character that has (in a similar manner) started to haunt me. probably going to lean more modern sculpture than traditional oil, but to be fair that is because traditional oils find their way into my other tags and didn’t need an invented catch-all for me to skim back through circa pinterest o'clock in six weeks when i get back to that.

🍳 ) THE AI-KYŌGEN. nice little oc tag for my brats. a truly insane overabundance of girls who are crocodiles in the rivers of their own narrative, girls who are self sufficient because they were grown from seed in total darkness, boys who damn themselves and then damn the world in revenge for it, girls who wear their lives wholecloth like a costume every morning until it fits or it kills them, girls who were too young for the tasks they were trapped with and succeeded anyway, girls who died but didn’t because they only remember how to get back up. and clumbo, my orc detective.

📚 ) DEAD INTERNET. short stories, flash fiction, and other pieces i am trying to scrounge up via the wayback machine. i'm an unabashed pirate who lived off of e-begging for 5 yesrs solid and do not have the money to support authors i like. what i can do is collate every short story i've personally cared for onto an un-searchable blog and cross-index my thoughts on them here.

🧦 ) BULLDOZE VENICE. disability talk, encompassing everything from my mental health conditions / sanism to physical disability justice, marriage equality, institutional ableism, and how developmental disability is treated by the wider populace. i don't believe in "mental age" and i don't steal the terms nonverbal/nonspeaking for autistics with high support needs who suffer the most under the pseudo-aba assumptions that you can make yourself speak if needed.

🍱 ) TEXT POSTING. basically the same as my audience asides tag but for posts i personally am making to bitch about running a blog, or changes i am midway through making on this one, or polls about which of my previous tagging system sections i should port over to this blog en masse that day.

📟 ) MIXTAPE. i know i run ostensibly a sideblog for music but i do also like specific songs i want to put here and cross-reference into other tags. since the ancient websites i used to use to listen to just the songs on my rp blogs in another google chrome tab has gone totally under i will have to make that possible another way (that isn't using spotify, because i'm lazy sometimes).

🎫 ) TO REMEMBER. quotable bits that i am going to drop for years into bios. i used to try to run this as a sideblog on its own for cross-referencing but porting the entire mountain goats lyrical discography was hard and i quit. i still need somewhere to store the "spit his cum back at him like a camel" post that has haunted my dreams for a thousand years.

[navybrat817]

And Everything Nice

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Bucky Barnes x Baker!Female Reader Summary: You visit the tattoo parlor when an uninvited guest shows up at the bakery. Word Count: Over 2.8k Warnings: Bad ex, mild (h)arassment, protectiveness, brief moments of insecurity, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). Graphics talent and thanks: Banner by @sgt-seabass. Divider by @firefly-graphics . Bucky edit by Nix. Moodboard by yours truly. A/N: More Hottie and Sugar from our Sin on Skin AU. ❤️ Thank you to @rookthorne for listening to me ramble about this part! Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby (thank you for spitballing), but any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

I am going to ask Bucky Barnes out.

After going through the closing checklist, Tess gave you another quick pep talk and said the only thing that would hurt if he turned you down was your pride. Deep down you knew it would hurt more than your pride if he said no, but you didn't say it out loud. She must have sensed it since she added she was certain he'd jump at the chance to date you.

"You got this," she said, giving you a quick hug. "Sorry to run, but-"

"Like I said, I got this," you said, waving her on. Normally you walked out together when you both closed the bakery, but she had somewhere to be. "Have fun!" you added as she rushed out.

Once you finished up a few minutes later, you strode to the door with your keys in hand and a smile on your face. Tomorrow was going to be a good day. You could feel it. And you would look Bucky in the eye with a smile as you asked him-

"Closing all by yourself?"

You weren't sure how you managed to not drop your keys, or not throw a punch, when you spun around and saw your ex in your personal space. You wanted to wipe the smirk off his face when you took a deep breath. "Thanks for sneaking up on me, Richard. Mind backing up a little?"

"Aww, did I scare you?" he asked as you quickly locked the door. "Not even a 'hello'?"

"We haven't talked since we broke up," you reminded him. "But hi and bye."

Richard charmed you in the beginning when you met him, like he did with so many others. Beyond his good looks, he was a confident man. It didn't take long to see that beneath the surface was a spoiled man child who was used to getting what he wanted, or thought he could buy everything. You included.

Breaking up with him was one of the best decisions you made, even if your mom disagreed.

"Where are you going in such a hurry? You should get a drink with me."

"I have plans," you lied, wondering what the hell he was even doing there.

"So? Break them. I want to talk."

The suggestion sounded more like an order and you weren't in the mood.

"I said I have plans. I'm sorry."

"Then why are you still in your work clothes?" he asked, gesturing to your outfit. "And who do you have plans with? Some new guy?"

"Because I'm changing later," you said, staring across the street as a smile spread on your face. "And not that it's any of your business, but yes. He's a tattoo artist."

You weren't sure why you said that. Maybe because you hoped Bucky really would be your guy. And because the thought of him also made you feel safe.

You half expected Richard to laugh as you walked around him, but he put his hand on your arm instead as his face twisted into a scowl. "You're not hanging out with him. You're getting a drink with me."

You wrenched your arm away before he could tighten his grip. "We aren't together anymore. So you don't get to show up out of nowhere and order me around," you said as you went to the curb.

"Don't act like a fucking brat when I'm trying to give you another chance."

I'm the brat?

"Not interested. Have a good night!" you said before you looked both ways and dashed across the street to Bucky's shop.

The entrance was cozier and more open than you expected, the sound of the needles bringing you a strange sense of comfort as you adjusted your bag on your arm. Pictures of various tattoos in different styles lined the red walls above the front desk and leather couches. You wished you had the time to pick out which works belonged to Bucky.

Another day.

"Hi! Welcome to Sin on Skin!" the man behind the desk cheerfully greeted you as he typed on the keyboard. Even sitting down, you could tell the man was built, his muscular arms covered in a variety of tattoos. He may have been intimidating if not for the glasses and warm smile. "Do you have an appointment?"

You glanced over your shoulder and saw your ex making his way across the street. "Sorry, I don't. Is Bucky here? I really need to talk to him."

"Oh, yeah. Just over there. If you want to take a seat, I can-"

"Thank you. I'll be quick," you smiled, hoping Bucky wasn't in the middle of an appointment.

You glanced around at some of the other artists as you walked over to the chairs and noted how exceedingly gorgeous they were. There was one with short dark hair and a beard that looked like he could kill someone with his tattoo gun if they stared for too long. The girl sitting at his station and the man behind him with shocking pink hair and bright smile both brought a ray of warmth to his almost dark aura.

Is it a prerequisite to work in the shop that you have to be good looking? And either look intimidating as hell or incredibly alluring?

You gripped your bag to keep your hand from shaking as you saw Bucky engaged in a quiet conversation with Steve, recognizing him from earlier. You were almost afraid to interrupt. "Hi?"

Both men turned toward you with smiles on their faces as Bucky pushed himself up from his stool. “Hey, Sugar. Couldn’t wait until tomorrow to see me?”

"Something like that," you said.

"Wait. That's Sugar?" the man with the pink hair asked. "No wonder you keep going to the bakery."

"Don't hit on her, Hal," Bucky warned, earning a chuckle from the other man. "Go bother Andy."

"He already is," a deep voice replied.

You would ask later just how much he spoke about you to the other artists. "I'm sorry if I'm interrupting. My ex was waiting for me outside of my shop and I kind of panicked and said I was meeting you and I rushed over here."

"Your ex?" Bucky asked, immediately moving forward to rub your arms in a soothing gesture. "Are you okay?"

"Hi! Welcome to Sin on Skin!" you heard the guy at the desk call out before you could answer.

Instead, you burrowed yourself against Bucky when you heard Richard shout your name. Rock solid and sturdy, his hold kept your nerves from bubbling to the surface. You had nothing to be afraid of.

So why am I shaking?

“You’re kidding me, right? This fucking asshole?” Richard scoffed as you looked over your shoulder at him. He didn't walk any closer, but his voice carried throughout the entire shop. "Like putting a bumper sticker on a piece of shit car, isn't it?"

“Richard, just leave.”

"Does your mom know you're spreading your legs for some tatted up lowlife? Still a disappointment, aren’t you?”

The jab cut deep as much as you wanted to ignore it. He knew that your mom judged every part of you. No matter what you did, it was never good enough.

You wouldn’t focus on that for the time being. "

You do not come into his shop and insult him. Bucky, I'm so sorry."

"Don't apologize for this asshole, Sugar. His opinion of me means less than nothing, trust me," he assured you before he faced your ex. "You, however, are banned from my shop. You can get out now or Jake will call the cops for trespassing. After you apologize to my girl for upsetting her. Your choice, Dick."

Your heart fluttered as you leaned into Bucky more.

His girl. It sounds right.

"Please. I can buy the shop tomorrow just to bulldoze it to the ground," he sneered before he jabbed a finger at you. "And you know what? Keep her. I tried to give her another chance, but she's not worth it. She's a lousy lay anyway."

The insult washed away the momentary good feeling and was the tipping point that brought tears to your eyes. It was humiliating enough that you were the root cause of a scene in Bucky's shop, but the jab in front of his employees and customers brought it to another level. Why did you think hiding in there was a good idea?

Does Bucky think I'm a total loser now?

It was only when you sniffled did you notice the entire shop had gone silent, a dangerous tension in the air when Bucky tightened his arms around you as Steve and Andy slowly got to their feet.

"Hey, why don't you and I go in the back?" the friendly girl at Andy's station suggested. "I think there's some snacks back there, right?"

Andy nodded and gave her the go ahead.

"Bucky," you whispered as you dared to look at him. A tear slid from your eye when you saw the murderous gaze on his handsome face. "I'm-"

Before you could register what was happening, he pulled your face toward his and kissed you. Fierce, yet gentle as he brushed the tear away with his thumb, you let him take the lead. A slow simmer of warmth crept into your cheeks as he parted your lips with his tongue and coaxed yours into his mouth. Your fingers twisted in his shirt as he deepened the kiss and shifted so you were pressed almost completely against him.

If this is how he kisses, he might actually kill me if we ever go further than that.

He breathed into your mouth as he stole the very oxygen from your lungs when he pulled away.

"Go in the back," he told you, his gaze dropping to your lips. Did he want to kiss you again or was it wishful thinking on your part? "I just need to take out the trash, finish up here, and I'll take you home, okay? I won't be long."

It was a feat that you didn't shed more years with how gently he spoke to you.

"Thank you," you whispered, unable to say much more.

"Let's check out that snack collection back there," you heard before you were pulled from Bucky's grasp.

You didn't look back at Richard when the girl tugged you away, but you heard a slight waver in his voice as yelled after you.

That's right. You should be afraid.

"Thank you," you said, wiping your eyes with your hand.

"No need to thank me. One of my good friends just got out of a bad relationship and I'm still a bit in my protective streak," she explained. "Are you okay?"

"I think so."

You tried to remember how Richard acted around other guys when the two of you dated. Had he been the jealous type and you just ignored it? Or did he only cause a scene because you showed him you wanted to move on?

Tess is going to flip when she hears about this.

"Well, whether they just throw him out on his ass or worse, he deserves it for what he said to you," she added before she told you her name. "Everyone calls me Sunny."

"He does," you agreed, introducing yourself as she handed you some water. "Bucky calls me Sugar."

"And you work in the bakery across the street?" she guessed.

"Co-owner," you said, the small talk calming you. "Do you work here or are you a client?" you asked, noticing that she didn't have any tattoos.

"New client. I work in an animal shelter," she smiled. "Grumpy out there is going to give me a sun tattoo."

"That's nice," you smiled back. It seemed fitting with her warm and bright presence. "I really do appreciate you bringing me back here."

It was somehow just as warm and inviting as the entrance, the couch worn and comfortable. You wondered how often Bucky came back here to relax and hang out in-between his appointments. Would he ever bring you back here if you stopped in to see him?

"I figured the amount of testosterone out there could be a bit overwhelming, but are you sure you're okay?"

"Other than being incredibly embarrassed, yeah."

Even though Richard was no longer your boyfriend, he just had to barrel back into your life and leave a mess in his wake.

"He's the one who should be embarrassed," Sunny said, wiggling her eyebrows. "Especially after seeing that kiss."

Your face warmed as you replayed it in your mind. The silver lining for showing up tonight was receiving such a passionate kiss from Bucky. It was difficult not to get swept up in the moment though and you told yourself it was likely just for show. A way for him to stick it to a guy who upset you.

Right?

"It was a really good kiss," you smiled.

"Oh, we all felt the heat. Trust me."

Both of you giggled until there was a soft knock on the door frame.

"Hey, Sugar. Trash is out on the curb," Bucky winked. "You ready to go home?"

Your heart fluttered as you smiled back. "Yeah, I'm ready."

You didn't live far away, but Bucky still insisted on taking you home. He even took you out the back way so you didn't have to see anyone. While he didn't specify exactly what happened with Richard, he assured you he wouldn't poke around either of your shops again. It made the drive home more pleasant knowing he looked out for you.

So much that you almost took his hand when he stopped outside of your place.

Almost.

"Thank you for everything," you said. "I'm really sorry about tonight."

"You have nothing to be sorry for. Not the first time we've dealt with assholes in the shop. Steve and I don't like bullies."

"I still feel bad," you said, wishing the feeling would go away.

"Please, don't," he whispered.

Your fingers twisted in your lap before you took a deep breath. "When you came into the bakery earlier today, I was going to ask you out," you told him, but refused to look at him. "But after that, it's probably a dumb idea. You shouldn't have to deal with that kind of trouble."

Maybe there's a better girl out there for you.

"You think one asshole ex is trouble?" he asked, leaning over to grasp your chin so you'd face him, goosebumps rising on your arms from his touch. "I can handle that."

"But what he said in your shop-"

"He did that to bring you down because he's an asshole. Guys like that don't want to see girls thrive without them."

You scoffed and mumbled, "I wonder what you'd think of my mom.

"I'm not afraid to stand up to anyone who tries to hurt you," he said, keeping a hold of your chin with a tender grip as your chest tightened. "You said you were gonna me ask out. Don't change your mind because of them."

"So, you really want to go on a date with me?" you asked.

"If I say 'yes', do I get to kiss you again?" he replied, running his thumb along your lower lip.

You were torn between sucking his thumb into your mouth or sinking into your seat. "Maybe we should get an actual date under our belts first. You only kissed me to prove a point or something."

Even if it felt like heaven.

"Or maybe I've been wanting to kiss you since I walked into your bakery and I want to kiss you again," he said, sliding his hand around to the back of your neck with ease. "Proving a point was an added bonus."

You looked at him wide eyed and subconsciously touched your lips. "Wait, you want to kiss me just because I asked you on a date?"

"I can give you a whole list of reasons," he said, his gaze flickering between your lips and your eyes. "And I'd love to go out with you. Friday night, Sugar?"

"It's a date, Hottie," you smiled when he leaned in.

But he didn't kiss your lips.

He brushed a kiss to your forehead, which somehow seemed more intimate.

"You had a rough evening. The next time I kiss you, I want it to because it's the right moment, just for the two of us," he explained when you furrowed your brows. "My girl deserves that."

A soft smile played at your lips as something warm welled up in your chest. He could have easily taken advantage of how vulnerable you felt by stealing another kiss, but he didn't. Even though you were into each other.

Going to see Bucky tonight was the right choice.

And you couldn't wait for your date.

Love them. Love the whole gang. Except Richard. Fuck that guy. And where are they going on that date? Check out What Dreams Are Made Of to see how Bucky is feeling. Love and thanks for reading! 💙

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[the-iceni-bitch]

You’ll Never Go Down to the Gods Again

Part IV/X

Pairing: alpha!stepbrother Ransom Drysdale and omega!stepsister reader

Summary: There’s something different about you, and Ransom isn’t the only one who notices anymore.

Words: ~2.6k

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (alpha/omega dynamics, slight dub con due to omegaverse, very intense Omega heat, f receiving oral sec, scenting, barely there use of a sex toy, mentions of throat training and oral knotting) Lance Tucker is an asshole, almost an Alpha fight, protective but nervous about that fact Ransom, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: We are starting to get more into soft dark territory with our wicked stepbrother. The man really has played himself here, he is very lost for his bunny. Next chapter is going to get super intense with this, so y’all should hold onto your hats!

I am no longer doing taglists so if you want to stay up to date on all the latest filth, follow my sideblog @the-iceni-library and turn on notifications!

Ransom grumbled when he finally parked the beemer, stretching his neck as he rose to his feet and dreaming about losing himself in a glass of scotch while you sat on his lap and let him play with your pussy. He actually hated that he hadn’t seen you for three days, but it’s not like he could bring you with him when he had to spend time with his loser father. God, he hated Richard. All he wanted was to just keep training you and that pretty little mouth of yours, not that you needed it, fucking natural that you were.

“Hey man, you live here?” Ransom jumped when he was pulled out of his reverie by some strung out looking strange Alpha trying to grab his jacket, snarling at the man and rising to his full height until he finally took a step back. “Can you just… just let me in for a minute, man.”

“The fuck are you talking about?” Ransom snarled and stopped trying to unlock the gate, looking around and letting his frown deepen when he noticed what seemed to be a pack of ragged looking Alphas milling around the building. “Get the fuck out of here.”

“No, c’mon man…” the idiot finally started to back off when he noticed Ransom’s fist clenching at his side, putting up an appeasing hand and backing away.

“I said fucking leave, all of you, or I’m gonna call the fucking cops.” Ransom sneered when they started to scatter, moving back to unlock the gate once they were gone. “What the fuck?”

Ransom shook it off as he moved inside, smiling a little when even the lobby seemed to have a faint trace of your scent. It was a little weird that he got a dirty look from one of his neighbors when he pressed the button to call his private elevator, scoffing when the little Omega gave him a haughty sniff before she dragged her exhausted looking Alpha past him and out the door, like he had done something to personally offend her. What the hell was going on?

All his questions flew out of his head when the door to the penthouse opened and the scent of honeysuckle and jasmine and vanilla hit him like a punch to the gut. It had never been this strong before, he couldn’t fathom what would do this, if he hadn’t been so hungry for you it might’ve made him gag. He felt like he was in a haze as he staggered towards your bedroom with a tortured growl, his need only getting more intense when he heard you let out a lilting moan and made him have to brace himself on the wall.

“Bun… oh god, bunny?” Ransom took a deep breath and growled when your only answer was a pained whine and what felt like another wave of your scent washed over him. “Baby, are you okay?”

“Alpha…”

Ransom swore when he walked into your room and got a look at you, leaning against the doorframe as he took you in and tried not to pass out.

You were in heat, and he’d never seen anything like it. You mewled and keened as you writhed in the middle of the nest you’d made of his sweaters and scarves and soft blankets, your skin slick and shiny with sweat as your swollen cunt throbbed and leaked arousal all over your thighs that you couldn’t stop squeezing together.

“Ah fuck… bunny, shit.” He groaned when you let out another moan, your body jolting when another cramp wracked you and he had to fight the urge to go to you as he felt his control slipping. “Honey, why aren’t your suppressants working? I’ve never seen a heat this bad.”

“‘M not… mmmmm.” His presence might have been making it worse, when your eyes met his your entire core throbbed at the sight of his lust darkened gaze and made you woozy. “Not on suppressants.”

“Jesus fuck.” That would explain why everything was so intense, he didn’t think he’d ever met an Omega who wasn’t suppressants before. He rubbed the back of his hand over his mouth as he stepped closer to you, his gaze trained on your dewy breasts and the way they were heaving as you took deep breaths. “What can I do to help, bunny, just tell me.”

“I don’t… oh!” Your eyes fluttered closed when he reached out and barely brushed his fingers over your ankle, your back arching violently as a pang of pleasure shot through you before you curled your body curled in on itself. “I’m not supposed to do anything, it’s my lot as an Omega.”

“Bullshit.” Your parents were such assholes, it was probably your bastard father’s idea to make you suffer like this because he just wanted to lord over Omegas that much. “Bunny, lemme see.”

“I can’t…”

“Shut up, I said present, Omega.” Ransom couldn’t take it anymore, the command leaving his throat in a deep growl as he leaned over you and licked his lips. It was the first Alpha command he’d ever given in his entire fucking life, he never felt the need before, but seeing you like this seemed to have broken something within him.

You shuddered before whimpering as you slowly rolled over, burying your face in one of his sweaters and breathing his scent deeply as you spread your legs and pulled your knees up to your chest until your hips were raised in the air. Your scent got even stronger when Ransom ran a hand down your spine, his cock growing painfully hard when he got a look at the warm mess between your thighs. Your pussy was so swollen and pulsing and leaking so much slick he could probably live off of drinking nothing but you for a week, and the way you kept clenching around nothing was making his knees weak.

“Christ, bunny, you poor thing.” His fingers gripped your ass cheeks and pulled them apart so he could really inspect you, your scent filling his lungs and making his eyes droop as all of his resolve broke. “Gonna help, ‘Mega, it’s okay.”

Ransom growled before bending forward and burying his face in your sex, winding his arms around your thighs and keeping you pressed close as he breathed you in as much as he could. You keened when he wrapped his entire mouth around your pussy and sucked before swirling his tongue over your slit, the heady taste of you and the feeling of you clenching against his lips making him growl into your cunt and sending a shiver of pleasure up your spine.

He grunted as he rose on his knees and kept his tight grip on your hips, shoving his tongue inside you and slurping up the slick that was still pouring out of you, and letting his eyes fall closed as he lost himself in you. Your body just sagged in his arms as you whined and let him take what he wanted from you, the pain that had been wrenching your gut lessening when he dragged his tongue over your clit and rubbed his nose against your asshole while he basically made out with your cunt.

No one had ever made you feel like this, you were so used to the warmth and the pain and it felt strange to have someone work to make you more comfortable. Ransom’s tongue slid inside you as he groaned again and the sensation made you keen, your aching pussy clenching and trying to pull him as deep as possible as it wept to be filled with a knot. Your toes curled and you panted desperately when he kept stroking your swollen walls with his thick tongue, your whole body shivering when his bottom lip rubbed against your clit and made your eyes roll back in your head.

“Oh, Alpha…” the way your voice broke had Ransom diving even deeper into you, his lips molding to your petals with a luscious growl that sent a vibration through every single nerve until you started shaking. “Please…”

“My ‘Mega.” Ransom didn’t even realize what he was saying, he was so drunk on you, your sweet slick dripping down his chin and neck until the collar of his shirt was soaked as he kept pressing his fingers greedily into your flesh. “Good girl, my bunny. Jus’ let go, wanna taste all of you.”

His permission seemed to be all you needed, a wail escaping from your throat as every muscle in your body tightened and then released while your vision whited out. Ransom groaned when your release started flowing into his mouth, swallowing thickly over and over again as he savoured the taste of you coating his tongue and let the sheer pleasure that was running off of you almost drown him. He let you sag into the bed once you were finished, wrapping his body around yours and nuzzling into your hair as he made soft soothing noises.

“Thank you, Alpha.” You whined when you rested your head on his shoulder as he kissed your hair, your hindbrain begging for more of your Alpha’s touch and skin to skin contact but your mouth unable to form the words to ask.

“My sweet Omega.” It was the second time he said it and he didn’t even realize, his attention focused on you when another pained sounding whine left your lips and your body curled in on itself again. “No, bunny, oh shit tell me what else you need, I can’t take this.”

“Alpha…” you gasped when he turned you onto your back and ripped his shirt off, pressing his naked chest against yours and purring while he rubbed his nose over your cheek until you gave him a soft chirp. “I’ll be alright, I promise. The heat is when the Omega must take a knot, or suffer knowing that she hasn’t fulfilled her duties as a mate.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake.” Yeah, he fucking hated your father, this was some grade A Old Testament bullshit you had to put up with. But he had also promised you that he wasn’t going to mate you, that you’d never take his knot so that you weren’t completely ruined when your parents found a fucking mate for you, because he knew they would take any scraps they could get to present you as some untouched thing, and the idea that he would’ve tasted you and ruined you for any other Alpha without him having any clue gave Ransom a thrill. Right now though, fuck if he just wanted to throw all that out the window and just keep you.

Shit.

“I’ll be back, bunny just hold on.” He disconnected almost reluctantly from you, pressing his lips to your temple when you whined and writhed before scrubbing his hands through his hair as he went to grab his phone and try to figure out a way to get you through this without losing himself.

Ransom frowned when he heard the lift moving only twenty minutes later, his hair ruined from all the times he’d repeatedly run his hands through it in frustration at how he’d almost completely lost himself in you. Lance was supposed to call so Ransom could meet him downstairs and get the shit he needed, he didn’t like the thought of another Alpha being in the house while you were like this.

“Drysdale…” Ransom tried not to snarl when Lance staggered off the elevator with an overly pleased smirk on his face, hating the way the asshole breathed deeply as his eyes fell closed before he hefted the bag that Ransom had asked for. “I brought your shit.”

“I said call and meet me downstairs.” Now Ransom was snarling, stepping in front of Lance when he tried to move back towards your bedroom when he heard you keen. “Don’t fucking try it.”

“Just let me see her. Christ.” Lance heaved in a deep breath and gripped the back of the couch with white knuckles as he started to prowl closer to Ransom. “You realize you can smell her from the fucking street, there’s a pack of damn junkies out there thinking about climbing the fucking fence. I just wanna get a look.”

“No.” Even though Ran was dealing with his own feelings about how much he wanted to lose himself in you, he was still present enough to know that letting Lance the asshole who had zero impulse control near you was a horrible idea. “Go home and fuck your hand or call up one of your skanks, you’re not seeing her.”

“You… oh fuck.” Lance chuckled dangerously when Ransom actually shoved him back when he tried to shoulder past him, both of them rising to their full height and snarling at each other as they stared each other down. “You said we could do whatever we wanted to her, Drysdale, what changed?”

“You can’t fucking control yourself.” Ransom could feel a sudden surge of protectiveness when Lance made to move past him again, clenching his fists and growling menacingly. “You try to lay a hand on her and I’ll fucking rip you apart, Tucker.”

“You gonna fight me, Ran?” Lance licked his lips as he smirked at Ransom and crossed his arms over his chest. “Your little toy got you wrapped around her finger? Probably be able to help with that if you just let me use her a little bit.”

“Out.” Ransom couldn’t even form a sentence, his vision went red suddenly and all he wanted was to rip his friend apart. “Get the fuck out, I will fucking kill you.”

“God… shit.” Lance grunted when Ransom shoved him back towards the elevator, trying to regain his feet and not getting the chance when Ransom grabbed his throat and pinned him to the wall. “Fuck, you really are pussy whipped for this bitch.”

“I see you again you’d better have a fucking apology ready, douchebag.” Calling you a bitch was the wrong move, Ransom almost rammed his fist into that cocky smirk without thought, settling for throwing him into the lift when the doors opened and taking some deep breaths.

“Whatever, you’ll be begging me to help you ruin her once you realize how fucking lost you are, Drysdale, just wait.” Lance sneered as the door closed and Ransom let out a curse, running a hand through his hair again before grabbing the bag Lance had brought and heading back to your room.

“Alpha?” God, you looked beautiful, the breathy need of your voice only adding to the way your naked, heated flesh glistened under the lights as you wriggled and moaned for him. “Was someone here?”

“No one important, bunny.” Ransom sighed as he stepped closer to you, lightly gripping your ankle as he sat next to you on the bed and pulled what Lance had brought out of the bag. “I know it’s not a real knot, bunny, but maybe it’ll help, jut for when you’re in heat, okay? Your mate won’t want you to be in pain if they’re not around, I don’t care what your father or any of those books say.”

“Okay, Alpha.” You let out a little hiccup and spread your legs for Ransom when he teased the toy over your slit, sighing when he slid it inside you until the false knot locked it in place. “‘M your good ‘Mega, I’ll do whatever you say.”

“Mmhm, my good Omega.” He’d panic about it later, right now he just wanted to be sure you were okay.

[tyrannuspitch]

tagged by @kidrat (ty!!)

Why did you choose your url? in honour of richard campbell gansey iii, ya fantasy autistic icon of prophesied doom (i have a brand and i'm sticking to it)

Any sideblogs? If you have anyway, name them and say why you have them. technically yes but i haven't used it in at least year. it's basically a pinterest for story ideas but i've abandoned most of them

How long have you been on tumblr? since 2013, but this blog is from late 2015

Do you have a queue tag? i have never queued a post and i never will

Why did you start your blog in the first place? i migrated here from the nanowrimo young writer's programme forums... i haven't done nanowrimo since i was 12 but it was my first exposure to a queer community so uh. thanks for that i guess

Why did you choose your icon/pfp? in honour of tyrannus basilton pitch iii, ya fantasy autistic icon of prophesied doom. (what can i say.) it's by @aellae if they're still on tumblr?

Why did you choose your header? it's the same fanart zoomed out, which gives you the full context and effect. smthn about this painting particularly rlly captures the combination of nostalgia/whimsy with genuine threat/angst/melancholia that this story thrives on

What's your post with the most notes? i wrote a pretty basic mental health psa thing in like 2016 that somehow got like. 60k notes. i've deleted it now and it was a weight of my chest

How many followers do you have? like 65. rip to everyone i soft- and hardblocked to keep it that way but this is an invitation only event

How many people do you follow? about 80. a lot of them only post once or twice a day so it's manageable. (edit: i was wrong it's 44. idk why i just said this without checking)

Have you have made a shitpost? yes, and like many geniuses, i have gone unappreciated in my time :'(

How often do you use Tumblr daily? too often

Have you ever had a fight/argument with a blog? yeah but i hated it. i used to get into fights on nanowrimo (i know) all the time and then after that i was involved in ace discourseTM but i just can't do it anymore.

How do you feel about people saying “you need to reblog this post?” i have unfollowed and probably even hardblocked ppl for it in the past

Do you like tag games? yes i love to ramble aimlessly. love to be enabled

Do you like ask games? ask games feel a little more risky bc with tag games someone tags *you* and it's a fun surprise, but with ask games you're *asking* ppl to engage. but mostly yes

Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous? uhhh. no one afaik

Do you have a crush on a mutual? no i don't think i've ever had a crush on someone i haven't met irl and idek what half of you guys even look like sorry

tagging @sol1loqu1st @solderlessbreadbird @aro-caduceus (no pressure ofc)

[monkberries]

Tagged by the beautiful @eppysboys :)

1. Why did you choose your url?

It’s a great song, one of my favourites on Ram, and I just love the sound of the word. Good mouth feel.

2. Any side blogs? if you have them, name them and why you have them?

This is a sideblog lmao, but I do have another sideblog for a YouTube channel called redlettermedia, @thegrabowskis. I just really like their videos. They're a constant source of laughter when I need it and an endless, bottomless source for movie recommendations when I'm bored.

3. How long have you been on tumblr?

I made my main in February 2011, good god. I think this one was made in mid 2016.

4. Do you have a queue tag?

No queues on the sideblog we die like men

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

It was taking over my main a little bit, I didn’t want to subject my non Beatle friends to that constantly lol.

6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

My friend Piv @ladyjaneasher made it for me! I love that picture of John, I love his irreverence and playfulness so much.

7. Why did you choose your header?

Pretty sky

8. What’s your post with the most notes?

Not counting a quote from Come Together by Richard White, this one

9. How many mutuals do you have?

I have no idea. They’re all lovely though

10. How many followers do you have?

1,438 little fireflies zipping and flickering around here

11. How many people do you follow?

73! I like to keep it tight lol

12. Have you ever made a shitpost?

When am I NOT shitposting would be a better question

13. How often do you use tumblr each day?

14. Did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog once? Who won?

Oh, probably. Yeah, I remember one specific one I think where I called them out on them saying it was disrespectful to write fanfic about John’s death when they were literally writing a fanfic about John's death lmao. I wouldn’t say I “won” though. No one wins internet arguments.

15. How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

Instant rage

16. Do you like tag games?

Yes, I don’t usually do the ones that are reblog chains though

17. Do you like ask games?

Depends on the game, but yeah!

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

I think Beatles fandom blogs are a bit too niche to be truly tumblr famous. But I have seen posts of @james-winston's do some numbers

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

I love all of them equally

20. Tags !!

@lindamccartney @james-winston @savageandwise

[spookieloop]

5 MALE CHARACTERS I LOVE

Tagged by: @fadedjacket Thank you!!! I think I’m also going to take the opportunity to go on about WHY I love these characters

1: Doom-Head (Rob Zombie’s 31)

First and Foremost I love Doom-Head because I’m thirsty AF, but beyond that the character absolutely steals the show; Richard Brake gave a STUNNING performance. He’s a fun character because he seems like he’d be just an edgy-grimdark type of character, but he is the kind of loser trash man who says the word “dong” and loves the sound of his own voice so much he fucks himself over(and he absolutely IS an edgelord). BEYOND affectionate ripping on the character, he is actually so TRAGIC when you think about the time period the movie takes place in, and the fact that Rob Zombie is a very smart man with a great love of the time period. In the movie, we catch glimpses of Doom-Head’s mental state, which is obviously...suffering; compounded by the fact that the movie takes place in the late 70s, and the fact that the character is at least in his forties(Brake is in his 50s), there was absolutely no such thing as decent mental health care in his youth. I could talk for hours about this character. And I have on my Horror Side Blog @its-monster-mash

2: Porter Gage (Fallout 4)

I HAVE talked for hours about how much I love Porter Gage and why, I run a Gage Request blog at @raiders-r-us, and a general fallout sideblog @0nce-in-a-bluem00n

Basically, Porter Gage is a companion in Fallout 4’s Nuka World DLC and is your second in command as you lead and manage a group of Raiders; though he has personal morals that go above and beyond your standard raider. If you go down his friendship/romance route, he will open up to you about his backstory and how he became a raider in the first place. In short, as he grew up he watched his family constantly knuckle under to raider gangs, and at age 13 he ran off and joined a mercenary company...who also knuckled under to raiders. So from 16 on he’s been a raider. It’s the only life he ever really knew.

I ADORE his character because if his parents had stood up to the raiders, or his mercenary company had been a little tougher, Gage would almost definitely not have become a raider. Unlike the typical raiders of the Fallout universe, Gage hates chem use, and has a strong work ethic(to the point where he will get pissed if the player chooses lazy dialogue choices); those two things alone set him above the rest, but it also can’t be ignored how intelligent Gage is. He’s been leading the Nuka raiders from the sideline(he chooses to be second in command to avoid a bullseye on his back) since before they found Nuka World, he cares deeply about his people whether he would admit it or not. IN SHORT, Gage is such a dynamic character and I live for that shit.

3: John Seed (Far Cry 5) Farcry Sideblog is @wrath-of-eden

Dear Sweet Johnny Boy. Honestly, I walked into the living room when my husband was playing Far Cry, the loading screen with John’s picture came up, and we were both SHOOK because he resembles my husband A LOT(like right down to the outfit, John’s outfit is basically what my husband wore to our wedding); so I was predisposed to like John.

What I WASN’T prepared for was how emotional I would get when I played through Far Cry 5 myself and learned John’s backstory. I didn’t go through the same religious torture John did, and I never struggled with drug addiction, but I did have a very traumatic childhood that resaulted in a similar “Yes” complex and intense need for approval. Up until a few years ago when I had a scary moment that taught me the importance of enforcing boundaries, almost every significant figure in my life took advantage of my inability to say no, often in malicious ways. To me, John represents someone who never had that awakening. The evil shit John does, he does because he BELIEVES it; that becomes undeniable in his death seen(in the gif). John was tortured and made to believe it was good and necessary, so he believes he is doing the right thing when he tortures people; Joseph only reinforces this. As horrible as the torture aspect to his character is, I see too much of myself in him not to feel for the character.

4: Cullen (Dragon Age) Dragon Age Sideblog is @the-greyest-warden

I have been crushing on this character since he was an awkward blushing mess in DAO, so being able to romance him in Inquisition?? You bet your ass I jumped at the opportunity. This character appears in both earlier Dragon Age games, so I jumped in FULLY aware of his trauma...but I didn’t expect his addiction arc.

I loved Cullen’s entire storyline; I think his timeline of trauma/lashing out/healing felt very natural. People hate on Cullen for having been harsh against mages, but he was TORTURED by mages he probably knew since he was young; the evils from both mages and Templars he experienced in Kirkwall would be a compelling case for his negative feelings, the growth he has done by Inquisiton is honestly so impressive, and really shows what a compassionate and critically thinking character Cullen is. His addiction plot line takes it to a whole new level for me personally though, because my husband was an addict when I met him; so I am very intimate with the reality of watching your loved one suffer through withdrawals, and watching the person you love reach his breaking point and still push himself beyond it. (My husband has been clean for over two years now, and our son turned one year old last week ❤️)

5: Vegeta (Dragon Ball Z)

The gif says it all. Vegeta has been my favorite character on DBZ since I was a little girl first watching his villainous little ass land on earth. From then to current DBZ content? Vegeta’s character growth is absolutely immeasurable. He went from big bad villain to a fiercely devoted husband and father(certainly a much better husband and father than Goku has ever been). His development was so gradual it never felt out of place; I don’t think there is any other beloved character from my childhood for whom new content continues to be made who has NEVER disappointed me.

Tagging: @thatpinkthot @atomkatz @chazz-anova @just-an-adventurer @undead-gearhead @aimsharpfloora @booklover2929 @xredskullxx

[beautifulpaxielreads]

April Wrap Up

Books completed (ratings out of five stars)

Catching fire (The Hunger Games #2) * by Suzanne Collins, audiobook read by Tatiana Maslany

Slay (Slay #1) by Kim Curran

Books currently in progress

The Priory of the Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon

Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen

Mockingjay (The Hunger Games #3) * by Suzanne Collins, audiobook read by Tatiana Maslany

*reread

Challenges, Games, and other Booklr interactions

Completed Aliteraryprincess’s Top 50 Beautiful Book Covers quiz on listchallenges.com, set by @aliteraryprincess​ (my result here, see tags)

 Answered @doughtahturns​’ question on reading experience during pandemic (link)

Answered question What’s your opinion on big books? asked by @readbooks-drinkcoffee​ (link)

Discussion with @readbooks-drinkcoffee on our respective current reads (full thread here, nb original question asked from my non-book blog, @beautifulpaxiel​)

Original Posts on Tumblr (NEW section)

Posted photograph of my current reads as at April 17 (link)

Posted moodboard for A Sky Painted Gold by Laura Wood (link)

Reflections on April’s Reading Goals

To my regret, I had to put Radio Silence (Alice Oseman) and The Gilded Wolves (Roshani Chokshi), and Ace of Shades on my DNF pile. I just wasn’t enjoying them enough to continue with them. I was disappointed by Radio Silence in particular, especially since reading I Was Born for This left me on such a high. Don’t get me wrong, it was written beautifully, but it didn’t have the knock-out punch that I Was Born for This had.

I also put down my audiobook reread of Amanda Foody’s Ace of Shades. I might try it again later, I’m just not really in the mood now.

I’m still reading Northanger Abbey, but I find myself not inclined to pick it up. I do want to keep going with it though, because I remember liking it on my first attempt. I also finished Slay, which was lighthearted and fun – but I don’t think I’ll read the sequel. One book was enough.

 Participated in some Booklr interaction but I’m definitely not up to my usual standards.

 I read NO books on my backlist. Oops.

 I think the spreadsheet may have been a mistake. Call me lazy if you want, but it just seems like too much upkeep. Maybe I’ll remove some categories to make it easier for myself. I’m a bit sad though because I had such noble intentions! 

I DID end up making a moodboard – using Canva. Unfortunately, the only notes it got were from me reblogging it. Maybe I should try again using a more well-known book?

 I’ve made a start on The Priory of the Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon. I’m finding it a bit slow-going at the moment but I plan to stick with it. Didn’t start On the trail of Genghis Khan yet but I plan to this month.

I’m close to the end of Tatiana Maslany’s reading of Mockingjay. As usual, her work is excellent, although I forgot what a tough slog the third book is. Grim doesn’t really cover it.

New followers

36 new followers

This brings my total number of followers to a WHOPPING 792! Only 8 more before I get to 800 followers, which is more than I ever thought I’d get for this little sideblog. Thank you all!

Interesting observations

Well, this was a successful month…NOT! But I’ve been looking at other monthly wrap-ups being posted for April and it seems like everyone else is in the same boat as me – thrown for a loop by the COVID-19 pandemic. Suddenly I have got way too much time on my hands and even though you would THINK that I’ve got no excuse now not to read, it hasn’t happened.

Ditto with interaction on Booklr.

Reading (and reading-related) Goals for May

Finish all the books in progress – it can’t be THAT difficult, right?

Start On the trail of Genghis Khan

Start at least one of my 3 e-books (Joanna Ruth Meyer’s Echo North, Cameron Dokey’s The Storyteller’s Daughter, or If We Were Villains by M.L. Rio)

Reread Neal Shusterman’s Scythe and then read second book in the Arc of a Scythe trilogy, Thunderhead. I MAY get to the third book, The Toll if there is time, otherwise I’ll carry that one into June (and maybe by then social restrictions will have eased).

Start at least ONE book from my backlist

Start Saga Land by Richard Fidler and Kári Gíslason

Make at least ONE more moodboard

Participate in at least one book challenge or game on Tumblr

Read my new library hold, As far as the stars by Virginia Macgregor

I think that’s quite enough to be getting on with, don’t you?

See you all in one month for the May Wrap-Up!

[the-iceni-bitch]

Realizations

The “L” Word

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x fem!reader (OTP ninja and puppy)

Words: ~1.7k

Summary: Three times you and Ransom almost said “I love you” before finally accepting it.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, choking kink, mentions of public sex, mentions of infidelity (not from our couple), cream pie, implied cockwarming), so much fluff, smudge of angst, asshole Thrombeys and frat boy friends, soft Ransom, idiots in love, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: This one’s a little on the shorter side since these two were pretty close to this particular milestone before they actually made things official. Plus now we’re moving from the absolute idiocy they exhibited when they started off and their starting to accept their feelings, which means there’s gonna be a lot of emotional shit over the next few chapters!

I am no longer doing taglists so if you want to stay up to date on all the latest filth, follow my sideblog @the-iceni-library and turn on notifications!

Ransom tried to hide his grin behind his palm as you laid into his uncle. The dumbass had made the mistake of calling Ransom a spoiled creep in front of you, and you had gone off. You were in the middle of telling him to check his son’s browser history before throwing words like creep around when Ransom pulled you away, his face buried in your hair to muffle his laughter when you chided Linda and Richard to jump in and defend their son any fucking time.

“Baby, I think you made your point.” He brushed his knuckles over your cheek once he got you into the foyer, pressing you into the wall as you huffed with annoyance and pressing his lips to your forehead.

“That asshole just pisses me off so much.” You scrunched up your face when he kissed along the bridge of your nose, winding your arms around him and holding him close while he hummed in agreement. “I don’t like the way he talks about you, or any of them really.”

“It’s fine, I’m used to it.” He cupped your jaw so he could tilt your head back and mold his lips to yours, stroking your tongue with his and purring when you pulled him even closer.

“You know you shouldn’t be, though.” You ran your nose over his as you gazed into his eyes, giving him a serious look as he breathed deeply. “Ran, you don’t need to put up with that shit, you don’t deserve it. You know that, right?”

Ransom felt his chest tighten as he took in the concern in your voice and etched on your face. Part of him had always felt like maybe he did deserve everyone’s animosity. He’d never had a real job, he lived off his parents and grandfather’s money, he was the definition of a spoiled rich boy. But you made him feel like maybe he could be more than that, made him want to do better and be better until he felt like he actually deserved the soft affection you gave him. Like he finally had a reason to make his own way in the world.

“I know.” He let his eyes fall closed when you kissed him again, humming with contentment when you brushed your fingers up his back so you could tangle them in his hair. “Let’s go back to my place so you can work out all that aggression, yeah?”

“Sure you don’t wanna just do it in the beemer again?” You grinned when he pulled you towards the front door, winding your fingers through his and dragging your feet a little until he yanked you after him.

“Nah, I’ve had enough of the scolding for tonight.” He pressed his chest to your back and nuzzled into your hair. “Want to be able to make you scream without having to worry about the fucking drama.”

Ransom didn’t know what he was thinking when he agreed to have lunch with his parents on his own, he was miserable. From the moment he sat down Linda had been doing her fucking best to completely dismiss his relationship with you, talking about all the blue bloods she’d been brown nosing who had eligible daughters. If he had to hear the phrase “just meet her, you never know” one more time, he was going to lose it.

He was pretty sure she would have threatened to cut him off if Harlan hadn’t been such a big fan of yours. Why she tied so much worth to his relationships was something he wished he could figure out. And how she managed to make him feel like a failure for not living up to her expectations.

It couldn’t be over fast enough. The only thing that got him through it was the fact that your condo was just ten minutes away, texting you as soon as his mother ran out of socialites to bore him with and rushing out of there before she thought of something else to harp him about. All he wanted was to bury himself in your soft warmth and let you make him feel like he wasn’t a piece of shit.

The sight of you standing on your front porch when he pulled up already did a lot to help his sour mood, doing his best to not slam the door to the beemer as he almost ran to you.

“Hey Ran.” You whined when he smashed his lips to yours as soon as he reached you, his hands gripping your waist tightly while you reached behind you to open the door. “You know you don’t actually have to go to everything your mother invites you to, right? You could've just spent the day with me.”

“I know, but I’m stupid.” He groaned when you bit at his ear as he dove on top of you when he reached your couch, tangling his limbs with yours as he buried his face in your neck. “So fucking stupid.”

“Baby, you’re not stupid.” You ran your fingers through his hair and pulled his face to yours, running your nose over his as he purred against your lips. “Not even a little.”

He just rested his forehead against yours as he breathed deeply, some warm sentiment rising in his chest and almost bubbling from his lips before he reined himself in. You smiled when he planted soft kisses over the curve of your jaw, his arms wrapping tighter around you as he mouthed at the column of your throat.

“Just lemme hold you for a bit.” He nuzzled into your chest and groaned when you kept massaging his scalp with your fingertips. “Need it.”

“Yeah? You need me to cuddle you, puppy?” You beamed at him when he gazed at you through his lashes while he kissed over the slopes of your breasts.

“I’m your puppy?” He rolled his body into yours while you twirled his hair through your fingers lazily.

“You want to be?” You cooed at him when he kissed your palm as you cupped his cheek.

“Yes.” He sighed as he rested his head between your breasts, nipping at the pads of your fingers as you dragged them over his lips. “I’ll be whatever you want.”

Ransom groaned when your hips met his again, fighting between gazing at you reverently and letting his eyes flutter closed with bliss.

Your fingers were pressing down on his tongue as you kept riding him, your thighs squeezing his hips while you tossed your head back and groaned. He was holding your waist tight as you kept grinding into him, not even caring when you smeared his own drool all over his face as you cupped his cheek while you lost yourself in your pleasure.

It had been that dumbass Logan that did it this time. The dick was on another break with Jessica, and it had been a whole night of him trying to get him to pick up some random sluts with him and giving him shit when he kept putting them off. He’d finally ditched him when he’d complained that he was getting poisoned by your pussy and ruining all his fun, saying that if you were good enough to tie him down you must be good enough to share. Like he’d ever let any of his friends touch you.

You didn’t even ask him what was wrong when he showed up drunk at your door, the look of unbridled need on his face softening you immediately until you were pulling him inside and kissing him deeply. He loved that you never pushed him to talk about things, content to let him seek comfort in you until he didn’t feel like such an asshole anymore. And you should have hated it, but every time he showed up at your door with yearning written all over him you felt your heart break a little bit, wanting nothing more than to wrap him up in your arms until all that hurt and despair was gone and he could finally see his own worth.

When your hand wrapped loosely around his throat he whined desperately, his body arching up into you and making you gasp as he started rolling his hips to meet yours. You squeezed just a little and ground into him and he lost it, his face screwing up in bliss as he let out a fluttering moan while his whole body shook with his release. The feeling of his cock throbbing inside you as his warm cum painted your soft walls had you falling over the edge after him, a shiver traveling up your spine while your pussy clenched hard around him and coated him in your thick cream.

Ransom purred when you stretched out on top of him, his breath coming heavily as you nuzzled against his cheek and let out a pleased sound. You smiled softly when he kissed the hinge of your jaw while his arms wrapped around you and held you close, his voice murmuring low in your ear as he came down.

“You wanna stay the night, pup?” You nibbled on his ear while you rolled your body into his, sighing deeply and burying your face in his neck.

“Yeah.” Having you draped over him was making him feel all pleasant and warm. Even if he hadn’t still been feeling the buzz from all the alcohol he’d consumed, laying in your warm bed that smelled like sex and you always pulled his body into a deep state of relaxation that he never felt when he was alone. “Don’t wanna move from this spot.”

“Me either.” You cooed when he pulled the covers over the two of you, curling your limbs around him and snuggling closer as he pressed his lips to your hair. You took a deep breath and hummed when his rich, musky scent filled your lungs, letting the warmth of his presence pull you towards the peaceful sleep that fulfilling his needs always gave you.

[doctorhawke]

aaaaahh thank you @missveils for the tag because this is the first one of these ive gotten to do for this sideblog and aaaaaaaaaaaah im having so much fun

1. NAME: charlie

2. BIRTHDAY: june 27!!

3. SUN SIGN: cancer (and everybody says it makes sense for me jfdlskghdlskfj)

4. HEIGHT: 5’5′

5. HOBBIES/INTERESTS: oh jflksdjgslk i draw all the time constantly, used to embroider a BUNCH of patches and keep trying to make dragon age ones because i have ideas but no motivation to get back into it, i also make playlists constantly and ive kind of been thinking about posting some of my da ones here because i love formatting them (i have a whole series on my main blog aka star trek but ive been sapped for ideas there because im very hyperfixated. but its SO satisfying making them and posting them). also i guess i should shoutout that im a history major and i enjoy reading historical nonfiction books though usually i only manage reading them for classes jfldskgjls

6. FAVORITE COLOR: ohh either blue or red but definitely like bright jewel tones in general especially for wearing

7. FAVORITE BOOKS: i haven’t read anything in ages but. love invisible cities for the vibes, italo calvino can be super gross tho. love richard siken’s crush. love novala takamoto’s kamikaze girls. love michael ende’s the neverending story.

8. LAST SONG: at this very moment listening to local god by everclear which i have a lot of thoughts on re: my inquisitor and his polycule involvement with varric (theyre in bisexual rogues together)

9. LAST FILM/SHOW: my last movie was the psych 2 movie (it was STELLAR im SO SOFT and it has me thinking about my da2 psych au) though idk if thats like.... Film... in terms of film it would be portrait of a lady on fire. i wept. show is FJSDLKGJSDFJ GOD DONT LOOK AT ME BUT SUPERNATURAL i watch it with my dad and we started a rewatch, in season three now and its jflsdkhgldsfj its still good i wont lie please nobody make eye contact with me. i also have a spn au with my cousland sisters and eventually im going to post about that fjlskdgjslkfjdslkgjdslkghxclkgjlsdkglkfjklxghdlkgjlk

10. INSPIRATION: ohhhh music always. always always it helps so much with figuring out What Having OCs Means... Who They Are... and i love the motif potential

11. STORY BEHIND THE URL: oh literally my first hawke was a doctor. i was so afraid to fight that my gf built him for me and made him a mage healer who just buffs everyone... now that i have six hawkes hes literally perfect for that hes their support mage and nyx is their damage mage. i will always have a special place in my heart for steve he romanced anders and theyre in doctor love together. isabela hated him because he was such a goody goody and it broke my heart because i wanted to be friends with her so bad (dw every other hawke in my little family gets along famously with her fjlsdkgdslkfj)

tagging @merrybandofmurderers @magebastard @jowanmancer @fenrismissingeyebrows also there are like a million people i would tag but ive already seen answer them so everyone just take these vibes: <3333333

[eseult]

hi, lovelies! my name’s sam, i’m 24, i live in the est, and this is my relatively new sideblog for writing/roleplaying, and i’m currently looking for new 1x1 & mumu partners! to be completely honest with you, i prefer mumus (no matter the size) over 1x1s, but also don’t mind 1x1s. plus, i think it’s good to sometimes begin with a 1x1 and then add more characters to the story. so, yes! under the cut, you’ll find more information about what i’m looking for/my guidelines/fcs i love/ideas i have/etc! if you’re interested in roleplaying with me, please dm me or like this post so that i know to contact you! thank you! <3

ABOUT ME

ok, so. the basics: sam, 24, est, they/them. i’m french-canadian, so english isn’t my first language, and though i’ve been somewhat fluent at it for eight or so years, i find roleplaying a useful way to keep it strong. i’m forever changing universities and programs, and am now finally starting to study history, aka my favourite school subject of all time. roleplaying wise, i can either reply at the speed of light, or take a while, but i’ll always keep in touch and keep you up to date. plus, i’ll send headcanons and pics that remind me of our characters QUITE often. also, please don’t be put off by the number of characters in my muses tab; only 6 (maybe 7) of them are active at the moment!

GUIDELINES

you must be over 18! please please please do not like about your age. 

you must be patient. and by that, i don’t mean that you can’t remind me that i owe replies! just please don’t make vague posts about me not replying fast enough egoijerigjeriojgerij. i’ve been through that once because i hadn’t replied to a huge (and i mean HUGE) para within five days, and it was.......... not fun.

you must be kind. that goes without saying, but still. i’m a sensitive soul tm, and i don’t need unnecessary negativity in my life. also, please respect my triggers. which i’ll tell you about after we’ve talked a lil bit. <3

you must have discord or be willing to download it. that’s where it’s easiest for me to communicate, and i’d be willing to do some threads on there if you want, though i prefer doing so on sideblogs/the dash.

NO INCEST/PEDOPHILIA/ABUSE/SEXUAL ABUSE/SLAVERY/ETC PLOTS. i wish i didn’t have to specify that, but alas!

I’D LOVE MUMUS........

inspired by dragon age (i’ve only played inquisition, but i’ve seen people play the first game as well and i can read the wiki so!!!!! high fantasy pls!!!!!)

inspired by that 70s show (doesn’t need to be set in the 70s. basically, i’d love a group of friends stuck in a small town. and we can even play charas outside of the friend group!)

inspired by pjo (i personally wouldn’t play canon characters, because i don’t feel confident enough to do so, but! you’re totally welcome to play canons!)

inspired by the o.c./gossip girl (basically, rich kids and angst. but i’d prefer to play adults as opposed to teenagers.)

inspired by greek mythology (gods and heroes and various characters from greek mythology, but in our world! whether they’re re-incarnations of them or just inspired by them is totally up to us!)

inspired by fairy tales (i’m in a huge fairy tales mood right now, and i’d love a roleplay inspired by them! either in a fantasy world, or in our world à la sisters grimm, ouat, fables, etc.)

inspired by f.r.i.e.n.d.s./how i met your mother (with non-shitty characters and a better overall plot.)

inspired by the grishaverse, by leigh bardugo (just!!!!!! that universe would be so fun to play with and i just!!!! would love to create charas in it. i’m not sure i’d be down to play canon characters, though, because of the pressure)

inspired by the diviners, by libba bray (horror! but light - for most. terrifying for me ergoijeriojgerig. a group of people with abilities, mysteries, murDer!!!!!! shenanigans!!!!!!)

about a post-apocalyptic world (honestly i’m not the most well versed in that but !!!!! i’d be so so so so so eager to try it out and learn more about it!)

about a world where supernatural beings exist (vampires, werewolves, ghosts, witches, demons, wendigos, banshees, etc! we can even do a true blood and make it so that everyone knows they exist :o or we can do twilight-like in which it’s a huge secret. i’m up for both + even more ideas you might have!)

about a small town plagued with a mystery (i’d love for this to be dark but not TOO dark, à la pretty little liars. we can play a variety of characters and it just sounds!!!!!!! like so much fun!!!!!!!) 

about a place where fairy tale characters co-exist (not necessarily ouat or sisters grimm or fables, but can TOTALLY be similar to those because they’re all concept(s) i adore!!!!!! and id love for us to go for less popular fairy tales too bc FUN and just!!!!! i’m on a big fairy tales kick right now so eoigreroigjeroijger)

about a high fantasy world (honestly, this might be a bit similar to the dragon age idea, except we’d build our world off various things and have probably more freedom, but less structure, within it)

i’m sure i’m forgetting things right now, so please be aware of the fact that i am 100% open to more ideas than those listed here!

FACECLAIMS I’D LOVE TO USE 

abigail cowen

adria arjona

aisha dee

alex fitzalan

alisha boe

amanda seyfried

amy adams

ariela barer

aslihan malbora

bae suzy

bahar sahin

bethany joy lenz

blanca padilla

brenton thwaites

brittany o’grady

charles michael davis

cierra ramirez

claudia doumit

courtney eaton

danielle campbell

deborah ann woll

deepika padukone

demet ozdemir

diana silvers

emilija baranac

ester expósito

florence pugh

freya mavor

freya tingley

gemma chan

goo hara

gugu mbatha-raw

haley lu richardson

hande ercel

jessica henwick

jessica sula

joe keery

jordan fisher

justice smith

kiana madeira

kristin kreuk

kristine froseth

kylie bunbury

lalisa manoban

lana condor

laura harrier

lee jong-suk

lee se-young

liana liberato

lily collins

madelaine petsch

maia mitchell

margaret qualley

medalion rahimi

melissa barrera

merritt patterson

michael provost

milena tscharntke

molly gordon

morena baccarin

nathalie kelley

nico tortorella

park sooyoung

paulina singer

pepi sonuga

phoebe tonkin

quintessa swindell

reina hardesty

remy hii

richard harmon

rome flynn

ryan destiny

samantha logan

scarlett byrne

seo kang joon

simay barlas

sydney sweeney

taylor russell

tiera skovbye

tiya sircar

tyler posey

vanessa morgan

vella lovell

victoria justice

virginia gardner

woo dohwan

yaya urassaya

zoey deutch

[just-an-adventurer]

[For theCelebrity thing] Richard Brake. I will shout to the HILLS on my horror sideblog about how fine the man is; but I would curl up and die if anyone irl know HOW hot I find him. Honestly any celebrity crush makes me feel embarrassed, but Brake is by far my favorite(tbh it used to be Jack Nicholson, I have a thing for old men. I once drew “Jack Nicholsatan”, DevilJack Nicholson in booty shorts and fishnets; Jack Nicholson puns were so abundant that I used them to ward off unwanted advances)

Okay so I looked up Richard Brake and Jack Nicholson and the first result was them in Horror Movie mode so at first I was like 🧐

Richard Brake

Jack Nicholson (when I saw this one I was like "oooooooh it's that guy")

But then I saw Richard Brake in like Photogenic Dude Mode and like

I GET IT NOW.

Like, get a man who can do both, amirite?

And as for Jack Nicholson, I scrolled through some pics, young and old, and I gotta say, this man's eyebrows are impressive.

Also of note, he played the main character in the noir-style film Chinatown, which was a pretty good one (albeit gritty, true to noir style)

And listen, while I can honestly say I could go my entire life without seeing Jack Nicholsatan in booty shirts and fishnets, I am hugely impressed by your vigor to do you. You're following your unique interests and that is bloody fantastic. You go you funky little horror fan!

[heroprogeny]

RULES: Answer the twenty questions and then tag twenty people you want to get to know better!

NAME: Ezra ZODIAC SIGN: Capricorn (Why is this a standard question? Do people really care? It’s old-school illogical trash.) HEIGHT: 173cm/5′8″ LANGUAGES SPOKEN: Swedish, English, a little French, a little Spanish (studied both of them in school, 3 years each, never used it since, except when watching movies), some German and some Japanese (studied a term at uni). NATIONALITY: Swedish (but living in UK) FAVOURITE FRUIT: Black grapes, watermelon and lychee. FAVOURITE SCENT: Minty and earthy/woody scents. FAVOURITE COLOUR: Teal and purple. FAVOURITE ANIMAL: Fox COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Coffee! I’d die without it. FAVOURITE FICTIONAL CHARACTER(S): Spock, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Reed Richards and Tony Stark. WHEN WAS YOUR BLOG CREATED: March 2019, was a sideblog for a bit before that. LAST MOVIE SEEN: Black Water SONGS YOU’VE HAD ON REPEAT:

SONG ONE: Hoodie On - Matt and Kim

SONG TWO:  Born To Run - Jaxson Gamble

SONG THREE: Cobrastyle - Teddybears

SONG FOUR: Geraldines Routine - Tape Five

FAVOURITE CANDY: Salty liquorice, (yes, you’re reading right, it’s a Scandinavian thing) and jelly beans. FAVOURITE HOLIDAY: I don’t really do holidays.

TAGGED BY: stolen from mt Bruce blog. TAGGING: Anyone who wants to do it, but please tag me so I can read your answers.

[valeroyeaux]

i was tagged by @i-declare-a-kaggath and also @ghostlygal like forever ago

i’m taggin @justbriann @backhand-of-the-divine @carly-rae-transbians @a-werewolf-awooo and anyone else who wants to do it (yall are the only mutuals off the top of my head who i kno haven’t been tagged that i interact with semiregularly but there’s no pressure!!!!!)

nickname: val

zodiac: pisces

height: 5′2 i think???

last movie i saw: i watched last crusade recently???OH WAIT I SAW GREEN BOOK LIKE ON SUNDAY

Last thing googled: apparently, “wellington’s victory” by beethoven (its a wild piece of music look it up)

favorite musician: i’ve been listening to a lot of hozier lately and also folk music in general

song stuck in my head: Almost (Sweet Music) by Hozier

other blogs: i have a couple sideblogs for rp and sims stuff but im not super active

do I get asks: occasionally! i get replies and messages more

following: uhhh at least a thousand but a lot of them aren’t active anymore

amount of sleep: never enough

lucky number: 15

what i’m wearing: jeans, a t-shirt, and a duster cardigan

dream job: i would kill to be a ghost hunter, who specifically hunts the ghosts of composers. Let me fight richard wagner’s ghost. failing that, a cryptid

dream trip: I want to visit like every old ruin in the world tbh. Also i’ve been super obsessed with ireland and the british isles since i was a kid (but not england, weirdly enough). ALSO I WANT TO VISIT MAHLER’S COMPOSING HUTS

favorite food: i love really good fried chicken

play any instruments: french horn hive mind, babey!!!!!!!!

languages: english is my only fluent language. i took spanish, latin, and german in school, and did a little of irish on duolingo. i want to learn more languages but they require me to, like, focus and be consistent which is hard and BAD

random fact: did yall know that shostakovich used to send postcards to people to test the us postal system because i think about that every day of my life.

describe yourself as aesthetic things: half-crocheted objects, valve oil stains, chewed fingernails, the smell of baked goods, the star wars opening crawl, hair that is always messy, glasses that are always smudged