#STILL don’t have a shipname for them

[gothyanki]

Oh please elaborate on the Pillars of Eternity one 👀

WIP Thursday meme. Thank you for the ask!! <3

So this one is allll about Ahimi’s long dark night of the soul after taking action against Rauatai and the Vailian Republics in Onekaza’s name (keeping this deliberately vague in case anyone wants to avoid Deadfire spoilers… I know the game came out six years ago, but). She chooses to have her long-awaited emotional crisis on the palace rooftop, which is a bad idea given that they’re both ciphers. They’re in each other’s heads! Ahimi is veering wildly between #NotMyQueen and “oh no she’s hot”! Onekaza sees Ahimi as both an important symbol and a means of reaching the lost island she’s been dreaming about all her life, but does she have feelings for Ahimi-the-person as well?? It’s all very messy. Inevitably, it ends in weird cipher mind palace brain sex.

[auteurdefeu]

I would love to be known as the blog that talks constantly about my Mentopolis crackship polycule but I don’t even know how to explain how we got to this point, like. Rhi and I completely understand it but I have no idea how tell put it in words for the timeline how Pasha and Dan ended up in love and how Dan and Hunch now have a child that fully didn’t exist in canon. There’s also so much tragedy between Hunch and The Fix?? Ive really got no idea what the timeline is anymore but it’s. It’s something. It’s insane and they mean so much to me.

[pboogerswbb]

SO IT GOES - chapter 5

Paige Bueckers x oc Warnings: language, sexual themes and language, drinking, not my best work lol Wordcount: 6.6K A/C: so have we come up with a shipname for zari and paige yet?? anyways ty all for the support and sooo much love on the last part - especially those who remained patient for a new part! i've got a LOT of stuff going on rn so please be understanding if parts take a little longer to come out! i wanna write badly but i gotta prioritise real life unless y'all wanna start paying me lol anyways, this should be a rewarding chapter to some of y'all!! anyways go read!!

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Before London

“The skirt,” my childhood friend Olivia’s voice filters through the speaker, my phone set up on my bed as I try on different outfits for the evening on facetime. 

I stare into my reflection, the black miniskirt not leaving much to imagination, my legs fully on display. I sigh, unsure whether it would be too much for the night.

“I don’t know Liv, the dress is a little less revealing though,” I complain, turning around and seeing the way the tight skirt hugs my curves.

“Exactly why you should wear the skirt instead.”

I laugh, shaking my head at her face on my phone screen. “I’m not going there to shag someone. It’s going to be mostly the team anyway.”

“Izzie, you are single now. Act like it. Have you even hooked up with anyone since…?”

I scoff. “Do you think I have time for anything like that?”

“Maybe if you schedule it in…” Olivia jokes, making my mouth fall open feeling offended.

“Hey! I’m perfectly happy being single right now. Love is the last thing I should be thinking about.”

“Well, I still think you should wear the skirt,” the girl answers, making me groan.

“Fine, okay gotta go. I’ll text you!” I wave bye, before hanging up, realising my ride must have arrived. One more glance in the mirror and I decide it will do - the black mini skirt and a matching black cowl neck top, the back draped low to reveal the smooth skin of my back along my spine. The outfit was simple yet sexy, the stacked chunky golden jewelry dressing the look up. I’ve pinned my hair up in a bun, curls falling out as if by accident - in reality the hairdo had taken over 45 minutes to accomplish.

“Good enough,” I murmur to myself, putting on my boots and quickly hurrying out the door. Just like we had agreed, Trey is waiting in an Uber, waving me over. He had sent me a message earlier asking if we could ride together. Of course I had said yes out of politeness. Though if I’m honest, I always felt a little uneasy around him.

“Hey!” I smile politely climbing into the backseat with a potted orchid in my hands.

Trey meets my smile with an even wider one, eyeing me up and down as I buckle my seatbelt.

“Housewarming present?” He asks, pointing to the potted flower. I shrug and nod.

“I didn’t really know what to get them,” I admit, crossing my legs and eyeing the purple and white flower.

“Lala’s gonna love that,” Trey nods, his eyes still locked on me and my outfit. “You look…” he goes silent, and from my peripheral vision I see the man shaking his head. “Really good.”

“Oh, thanks,” I mumble, brushing it off lightheartedly as I grab my phone which is frantically buzzing.

Paige  When are u coming? I’m already here and idk anyone Oh nvm Lou and Chris are here So… when u coming???

I feel my stomach doing flips as I read the texts, my mind still swirling with how she’d made me breakfast just earlier this morning. How my couch still smells just like her even hours later. I wasn’t sure what it was, but there was something comforting about her presence. The way she worked to make me laugh, to get me to relax. Like she wanted to take care of me.

Just left so I should be there soon x

Izzie Iz Help We’re drinking wine

Time to be a big girl and learn Paige

But I don’t wanna 🙁 Fine Bc you said so

Good girl

Freaky 😏

Paige

Sorry I pregamed

Of course you did I’ll be there soon x

Giggling at my phone, I place it on my lap, not wanting to be rude towards the man sitting next to me. Trey’s eyes are locked on me, and I can feel myself growing uneasy, especially when I realise I have nothing to talk to him about other than work.

”You excited for tonight?” He asks.

”Yeah, it’s going to be nice to see everyone out of work,” I answer, keeping my composure despite feeling awkward, begging he doesn’t pick up on it. I had become quite good at that (or Trey was more ignorant than I realised).

”Oh yeah, you haven’t really had the chance to do that yet huh?” He asks, his deep voice gravelly.

“Not really no.”

“Well, if you ever get lonely, you can always call me up Zari,” Trey says, reaching over and suddenly placing his hand on mine resting on my lap. I keep still as long as I can before pulling it away, pretending I just needed that specific hand to hold the pot in my lap now.

“Uh, yeah that’s really sweet of you. Thank you,” I chuckle awkwardly. “Paige lives right upstairs actually so I’ve been spending some time with her.”

Trey is taken aback, his brows rising. “Paige?”

“Yeah we’re friends,” I smile. Trey’s dark brown eyes keep watching me, clearly thinking about something till he shrugs and looks away. 

The drive is quiet, full of awkward comments by the man clearly eager to make conversation. Normally I was better than this at the small talk that the Americans seemed to love so much - but not today. I could feel my stomach twisting with nerves and butterflies in anticipation for the evening. I wasn’t entirely sure why. But all I knew I was eager to see Paige - she had a way of grounding me.

We finally get to the building, awkwardly accompanying each other in the elevator much like my first day working for the Wings. I’m the one to ring the doorbell, Trey standing close behind me.

“Hey pretty girl!” Lala opens the door with a warm smile. “Oh hey Trey, come in come in!”

She steps aside, letting both of us in. The hallway is long and the ceilings are high, the space modern but filled with gorgeous furniture bringing warmth into the space. 

“Wow, beautiful,” I gasp looking around.

“Issa work in process,” Lala laughs. I catch a glimpse into the open concept kitchen/living room, filled with people who had arrived on time unlike me and Trey (our Uber had taken a “shortcut”, which ended up taking 15 minutes longer than the normal drive.) I could tell alcohol was already flowing from the loud laughs echoing around the apartment.

“Oh, here you go!” I smile, handing Lala the orchid. “I wasn’t sure what you two wanted so I hope that’s okay.”

Lala gasps, admiring the plant. “No, this is gorg! And so are you, look at that skirt girl.”

I blush a little as she spins me around, admiring my outfit. 

“Is it too short?” I ask but Lala looks at me with raised brows. It’s then I notice her skirt is just as short, if not shorter. “Nevermind!”

The woman laughs, wrapping an arm around my waist and bringing me further into the apartment. My eyes immediately land on Paige next to Arike, both taking up half of the couch as if partaking in the Olympics of manspreading. Their laughs rise above the chatter of the crowd, making them impossible to miss. Even if subconsciously I had been looking for the blonde the second I stepped in.

“Yeah… they’re already drunk, thought you should know,” Lala nods towards the two.

“I heard, Paige was texting me already.”

The woman turns to me grinning a little. “Of course she was.” I’m not exactly sure what it means but don’t get the opportunity to ask before I hear a loud screech interrupting the both of us.

“Izzie!!” Paige gasps, her voice soaring above the noise. She climbs off the couch, rushing to me through the crowd. To my surprise the blonde wraps her arms around me, pulling me into a tight hug. I can’t help the smile that spreads to my face. It comes naturally, when my arms wrap around her neck, pulling her in. Like since our first hug this morning, physical closeness felt easy. She smells like deodorant, sandalwood and a hint of alcohol. Breaking the hug, I eye her fit up and down - the olive cuban collar shirt and shorts in a matching pattern, two silver chains dangling on her neck, hair in a slicked back bun. 

All while I’ve been admiring Paige’s outfit, her gaze has been roaming across my body, taking me in. I notice a hint of red burning on her cheeks when her blue eyes land on my skirt. Suddenly I have the strongest need for a drink. Our stares meet, and for a fleeting moment I think she’s about to say something. But before she can, Arike is pulling me into a friendly hug.

“So glad you came, Zari! Whatchu wanna drink?” 

I feel flustered, barely hearing her. Clearing my throat, I finally answer, feeling the blonde’s eyes boring into me.

“White wine please?”

Lala laughs, shaking her head and grabbing my shoulders. “You’re gonna need something stronger to keep up with us baby.”

I laugh. “Okay, tequila soda then?”

“Attagirl, lime?”

“Yes please,” I nod, watching Lala and Arike head towards the kitchen island covered in bottles of booze and glasses, leaving me alone with Paige. 

For the first time in weeks, there’s a sense of awkwardness between us, neither of us knowing what to say. I wanted to tell her she looks good, that the olive against her skin that had grown more tan in Dallas made her glow in a way I had never seen before. But something in my throat doesn’t allow the words to come out. Thankfully the booze in Paige’s system makes her miss the weird tension completely.

“You look,” she starts, stepping closer to me, arm brushing against mine. She shakes her head, looking me up and down which is enough to make my ears burn. “Never seen you look like this before.”

I tilt my head, meeting her blue eyes challengingly. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

To my enjoyment, this makes her flustered, her cheeks bright pink now.

“You know it is ma,” she grins.

“You and that bloody nickname,” I shake my head, rolling my eyes at the blonde, when Lala and Arike return to us with my drink.

“You guys wanna play beer pong?” Arike asks as I grab the glass from Lala.

“What is this, a frat house?” Paige laughs, making Lala groan.

“Trust, it wasn’t my choice.”

-

After a long debate between me, Izzie, Arike and Lala on who should be teaming up, we decided that the only fair combination was me with Lala, while Arike and Izzie played against us - the girls claiming it wouldn’t be right for the two hoopers to play beer pong against non-athletes. Honestly, I barely had listened to the conversation at all. Because the way Izzie looks tonight has me grasping the drink in my hand so tight my knuckles were beginning to turn white. My mind is travelling to the filthiest places at the thought of what is underneath the hemline of her skirt, her glowy legs making me weak in the knees. Even worse was the low, scooped back of her shirt, her spine’s movement visible as she walked around the room. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, I couldn’t even stop the trembling of my hands. I needed to get more drinks in me quickly.

It seemed like the dark haired girl had the same idea, downing her first tequila soda in a matter of minutes as we set up the game. The tension often visible on her face only to me was slowly beginning to melt away.

“We’re about to win aight?” I tell Lala next to me, which makes Izzie let out a loud scoff.

“You really think I’ll let you win Bueckers?” The dark haired girl asks, challenging me.

“Yo, who’s the athlete here,” I respond, an arrogant grin on my face but she won’t back down, catlike eyes staring me down at the opposite end of the table.

“You’re enormously underestimating my desire to win.”

“Oh yeah?”

Izzie nods. “Yes Paige.”

And she’s right. I don’t know if it’s the alcohol already flowing in my system, or the way Izara looks, her green eyes locked on me everytime I bounce the ball off the table but my aim is off. And somehow she keeps aiming perfectly, a sly grin and her sharp eyes glimmering as she makes me drink one cup of beer after another, after another until Lala is the one to call it off, admitting defeat gracefully.

Arike and Izara hug, celebrating their win, but I can’t even be mad - the way Izzie’s mouth is stretched into a wide smile, the way she was letting go off her disciplined, hard exterior as a result of the alcohol was such a joy to watch I could’ve soaked in it forever.

“I told you! I told you!” Iz laughs, coming over to me and getting up in my face. But all I’m doing is smirking, my hand snaking around her waist and pulling her close without thinking about it much. But she doesn’t pull away either, even when our fronts nearly press together, heat radiating between us. The party has turned loud, drunk people bumping into each other, yelling over the music, but all I see is the dark haired girl in front of me, and the blush on her cheeks.

“You were cheating Iz,” I tell her, heavy eyes gazing down at the girl.

“How?” She asks, stunned.

I shrug. “I dunno.” I did know. It was that damn outfit. It took every ounce of self-discipline I had not to drag her to the bathroom and pull that skirt up. How was I expected to aim while my thoughts were running out of control.

“Here you areeeee!” Satou’s voice interrupts the moment, making me stumble backwards and letting go of the girl in my arms realising how close I’d been to losing control and leaning down to kiss her.

Satou hugs both me and Iz, looking around for the couple of the hour who have suddenly disappeared. “Where the lovebirds at?” She asks, holding a wrapped present in her hands. I chuckle shrugging but Zari lets out a giggle.

“Last I saw them they were getting pretty cosy,” she laughs, leaning into my side whether on purpose or on accident I’m not sure. But it leaves my skin tingling.

“No one’s surprised,” Satou laughs, waving her friend over. “Savannah, this is Paige and… Izara, right?” 

“She prefers Zari,” I correct before Iz can even say a word. From my peripheral vision I see her head snap to me, eyes growing softer as they land on me. I could tell she was happy with me, which made me want to get on my knees and beg for her to let me serve her forever. Okay, no, let me get a grip.

“Whassup,” I nod at Savannah, who smiles at both me and Izzie. Suddenly, the girl beside me stumbles as someone bumps into her, crashing straight into me.

“Woah,” I grab a hold of her, my hand naturally landing on the small of her back. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” she giggles, watching me and her nose scrunching as her face twists into a laugh. The sparkling eyeshadow covering her eyelids makes her shine even more, curled strands falling onto her face out of the updo her long, dark hair is in. She looks so beautiful I feel breathless, even more so up close.

“You want a drink ma? I could use one,” I ask, staring into the green of her eyes, feeling the alcohol too much to realise that our faces are only inches away at this point.

She rolls her eyes. “Paige, I hate that nickname.”

“Do you want a drink or not woman?” I ask annoyed, teasing her. But her face hardens, and her eyes sharpen.

“Excuse me?”

Her tone is hard and serious, making my lower abdomen flip. As inappropriate as it feels, I’m exceptionally turned on.

I swallow, biting my lower lip. “Uh…”

“Woman?” She interrupts me, furrowing her brows. I can feel heat pooling between my legs, making my mind spin.

“I’m sorry,” I mumble, my voice coming out shaky from how flustered my thoughts had turned me.

“What’s that?” She asks, brows rising as she watches my mouth expectantly.

“I’m sorry Izzie,” I say louder, my chest heaving now. To my surprise, I notice her breathing is growing heavy too.

“Mhm, that’s better,” she nods, eyes still on my mouth as I bite down on my lower lip. And for just a second, as my eyes flicker from her eyes to her glossed lips, I consider leaning in and pressing a kiss on them, mind jumping to how she might taste. Like heaven I bet.

“So a drink then?” Iz asks, interrupting my spinning thoughts. 

“Oh right, yeah,” I compose myself, “we’ll be right back.”

We leave Satou and Savannah alone, my hand on the small of Izara’s back guiding her through the people to the kitchen island.

“What do we want to drink?” The girl asks, looking at the row of bottles lining the counter. I lean in even closer to her side, letting my hand drag from her back to around her waist. The girl’s breath hitches audibly, yet she doesn’t pull back.

“Shots! Now!” Arike suddenly interrupts us, Lala following close behind her.

“Bro where you been?” I ask, watching as she begins to pour shots of vodka for all four of us. Her and Lala exchange a look that tells me I don’t want to know the answer to my question.

“Nevermind,” I mumble, making Izzie giggle, the alcohol finally loosening her up.

“No, I really shouldn’t,” the dark haired girl shakes her head, pushing the shot away.

“Oh c’mooonnn!!” I groan, pushing it back.

“Yeah Zari, c’mon,” Rike complains.

I pick up my own shot glass, and Izara’s as well, bringing it to her lips. She’s considering, meeting my gaze, until her pretty lips open and I tip the glass, pouring the shot into her mouth as I throw my head back, swallowing mine. 

“Holy shit,” I cough, making everyone around me laugh, looking at the dark haired girl whose face doesn’t even twitch from the alcohol. Damn.

“And another oneeee,” Arike laughs, now pouring tequila into the glasses, clearly trying to get us two drunk. I glare at her, picking up on what she was up to. But Rike merely winks at me, handing us salt and lemon slices.

“Oh boy,” Izara chuckles, eyeing the alcohol. I follow closely as her tongue darts out to lick her wrist, my mind spinning with dirty thoughts involving that tongue between my le-

“Lemon!” The girl yelps, squeezing her eyes shut having taken the shot. I quickly grab the slice from the counter, holding Izzie’s face still by her chin as I place the wedge between her lips. Her teeth bite into it, sucking on the bitter fruit to get rid of the taste in her mouth.

Her dark lashes flutter open, and she pulls away with a grin. “Your turn.”

I scratch the back of my neck, feeling my tongue already growing numb from the alcohol, my speech certainly beginning to slur soon.

“Yo Zari, you should let Paige lick the salt from your wrist,” Arike yells from the opposite side of the counter, earning a slap on the shoulder from Lala.

“Huh?” Izara laughs, turning to the pair.

“Ignore her, God knows I do,” Lala rolls her eyes.

Flustered, I fumble with the salt shaker, licking it off my hand and downing the shot of tequila, feeling the burn in my throat making me want to cough. To my surprise, Iz brings the slice of lemon to my lips, the bitter taste putting an end to the burn.

I can feel the alcohol hitting, making my cheeks burn - or maybe it’s the way the dark haired girl is looking at me, her eyes even more catlike than normal, sparkling in the dimmed lighting. Either way I can feel my brain and mouth beginning to slow down, yet my words and actions seem simultaneously sped up, like I couldn’t think them through before doing.

“I’mma admit, I’m drunk as fuck,” I laugh, making Izara throw her head back and let out a bright chuckle, grabbing onto my shoulder as she does. Fuck she looks hotter than usual, the hard, poised exterior breaking, letting me catch little glimpses into her internal life, reminiscent of the softness on her face when she fell asleep on me.

“Let’s run away before Arike makes us take more shots,” she whispers and simultaneously somehow screams, grabbing my arm and dragging me down behind the island, as if Arike and Lala weren’t standing right on the other side, watching the two of us. Still I let her, crouching behind it and letting her drag me wherever she wants to. 

-

I love Dallas! Or maybe I should reconsider when I’m sober, but now that the shots and drinks had been flowing, I had decided I loved Dallas for certain. Paige and I have been hiding behind a corner, by the entrance to Arike’s and Lala’s bedroom, for the past hour, giggling and talking. I’ve realised Paige might be one of my favourite people I’ve ever met, the strain in my abs a reminder of how easily she made me laugh. How effortless it was to spend time with her, like I didn’t have to put up any exterior or front. I felt comfortable being myself with her. So naturally, in my drunken state, the words slip from my lips easily.

“You’re like, my favourite person right now,” I giggle, leaning my back against the cool wall and watching upwards at her. Paige’s eyes are heavy and red as a result of the alcohol, hair somehow still neatly slicked back, however a button on her chest left unbuttoned, displaying that she definitely wasn’t wearing a bra under the shirt.

“Yeah?” Paige asks, a proud smirk on her face. She’s standing in front of me, arms crossed.

“Don’t let it get into your head darling,” I scoff, pushing her off by her abdomen, feeling the muscles there tighten when my fingertips graze her through the shirt. For whatever reason I’d been wanting her to touch me all night, enjoying the times she wrapped her arm around my waist, or guided me through a crowd. It felt good to be touched, so I didn’t worry about what it meant further. I just wanted her hands on me. Like you’d want to hug a friend after remembering how much you love them.

“Why do you get to have all these nicknames but I don’t get to call you ma?” She asks, stumbling back but returning to her prior position, if not a little closer. I place my hands on her waist, having to tilt my head to look at her - that’s how close she is.

“Why do you want to call me ma?”

“Because,” she groans, looking for something to say. “Ion know it suits you.”

“Why?” I laugh.

“Because you’re sexy.”

I’m drunk. And I know it’s because I’m drunk. It has to be. But I can feel myself begin to throb between my legs when Paige says those words, when her teeth bite onto her bottom lip, when she looks me up and down. Suddenly I’m painfully aware of the swirling in my lower abdomen, the heat spreading straight to my core.

The blonde rubs the bridge of her nose. “Ahh shit Iz, I didn’t mean it like that. My bad. You just look really damn good. In like a friend wa-”

“You think I look sexy?”

It’s like my mouth and brain aren’t working together, the words just forming and leaving my lips without a single thought or action to stop them. For some reason it comes out almost whiny. Like I want her opinion, her reassurance.

Paige looks surprised, clenching her jaw before kissing her teeth and licking her lips, hands twitching as if for something to touch.

“I meannn… you really gotta ask that?” She says hoarsely, stepping closer and placing her hands on my hips. It feels good, but I want more, pushing my body off the wall and pressing my front against her. The sparks are immediate, and I nearly groan at the contact. 

“You didn’t answer,” I demand, staring into the blues of her eyes. Only then I realise how blue they really are, like a turquoise ocean against a sandy beach, inviting, beautiful. My heart begins to pound, even more so when I feel Paige’s hands move from my waist, downwards to my hips, to the small of my back, and finally to my ass. 

“Perfect,” she coos.

The breath she lets out is heavy, loud, but I barely register, my mouth parting a little. To say the chills travelling through my body are overwhelming would be an understatement, my mind suddenly spinning with realisation of something I’d been feeling for a while, yet only recognised now.

“Is this okay?” Paige asks, making me nod my head. When I do so I feel the blonde’s hands squeeze just a little, forcing a breathy whimper to spill from my lips. Overcome with the urge to be even closer to her, I wrap my arms around the girl’s broad shoulders and lean my head into the crook of her neck, my body slotting against hers just right. It feels euphoric.

 “Baby I would leave too if I was Paige, that poor girl got to deal with you on a daily basis alr-”

Suddenly Lala’s voice grows louder as she turns the corner, Arike on her tail. 

“Oh, sorry y’all,” the woman gasps seeing us embracing, Paige’s hands resting on my ass. Embarrassed, I pull away, nearly pushing the blonde off of me.

“Uh, I need a drink,” I murmur, my thoughts moving so quickly they make no sense, not even entirely sure what just happened in a drunken hue.

“Yoooo,” I hear Arike snickering, and Lala shutting her up.

Paige follows close behind me all the way back to the kitchen island, people around the apartment now notably drunker, louder, stumbling into each other. “You aight?” 

“Yeah, yes. I am,” I murmur, pouring whatever booze there was in reach into a glass and downing it, attempting to calm the running thoughts trying to make sense of all of this.

“You sure ma?”

Fuck. The nickname. Suddenly it’s making my core burn, and I feel arousal pooling between my legs almost uncomfortably. Maybe that nickname wasn’t so bad. Maybe it got me so hot and bothered I could barely think. Maybe I wanted her to call me that and only that for the rest of my life.

“Mm, I’m sure,” I mumble, turning to look at the tall blonde beside me, the way some of the buttons on her shirt have come undone, the way she’s eyeing me back, her veiny hands wrapping around a bottle as she pours herself another drink, the chains on her neck, dangling into her shirt. It’s then when I realise - I want to fuck Paige Bueckers.

“Here you are, Paige! Have you seen Satou?” Savannah interrupts us, but my eyes are still stuck on the blonde next to me.

“No, I got no idea where she is sorry.”

“What about your girlfriend, she seen her?”

Suddenly my eyes snap from Paige to the stranger leaning over the island, blinking stupidly.

“I’m not her girlfriend,” I say sternly, my tone harder than it needs to be. I could feel myself getting overwhelmed.

“Wh- oh shit, I’m sorry. You two just seem like a coup-”

“We’re not together,” Paige interrupts her, clearly picking up on my stress levels rising. I feel the room spinning, my breathing growing shallow, my cheeks burning up.

Lala, who had been watching me and the blonde all night, swiftly walks over and grabs me by the waist. “Come with me baby,” she coos, her voice caring and affectionate as she walks me into the couple’s bedroom, closing the door behind us, separating me from everything causing the engulfing emotions.

“Sit down Zari, I’ll get you some water.”

I do as the older woman says, feeling embarrassed, just praying to any God that I didn’t cause a scene. I could feel my head spinning still, the effect from the alcohol still flowing in my bloodstream.

Lala returns and hands me a glass. I chug it down, handing it back to the woman and staring at the floor.

“Are you alright?” Lala asks, sitting next to me and following me closely. I rub my forehead, shrugging.

“I’m sorry, I think I’m more drunk than I realised,” I murmur but the woman shakes your head.

“I think it’s more than that, Zari.”

I look at her, a knowing expression on the woman’s face.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s Paige isn’t it, you like her?”

I sigh, not even sure how to answer that question. Not sure at all what the feelings swirling inside me meant. 

“I… I just think I’m drunk-”

“She likes you,” Lala interrupts me. I take her words in, blinking slowly as I do. Paige likes me?

“How do you know?” I ask in a moment of vulnerability. Something about the older woman made me feel safe.

Lala chuckles, shaking her head. “I think everybody knows baby.”

Oh.

I’m speechless for once, staring at the wall, recounting every interaction I had ever had with the blonde girl. My friend. Could she really like me? Worse of all, have I led her on?

“Look, just be careful alright. Don’t give her the wrong idea if… you know, you don’t feel the same,” Lala rubs my shoulders, like reading my thoughts. It all confused me, my feelings most of all - and deep deep down I wasn’t sure about what I felt, my mind an entangled, confusing pile of perplexity.

-

“Hey you alright?” Paige murmurs to me, pressing into my back as I’m pouring myself more water in the kitchen after my little breather. My body is covered in chills once more by her proximity - which must be a sign I like her at least a little bit. Or maybe I’m just needy for someone to touch me. I was drunk after all, and it had been a while. But then again, these chills always occurred when the blonde’s hands were on me, sometimes even when they were not. Just a simple look was enough.

“Yeah, I felt a little dizzy. Feel better now though,” I murmur, finishing another glass of water.

Paige hesitates, chewing on her cheek, clearly in her head as I turn around and notice her expression. “I didn’t do too much ri-”

“Here you are!! I love this song, come dance!” A drunk Satou interrupts the moment, dragging both me and the blonde into the living room, not giving us much choice in the matter. 

“Song’s almost over,” Paige chuckles, glancing at me as I shrug but follow the two hoopers.

“Who cares, I love it!” Satou laughs. We’re surrounded by a few others, dancing to the Drake song echoing around the apartment. As the beat fades out, I hear the soft melody of What You Heard by Sonder take over.

“Nooo, boo, I’mma go ask for more Drake,” Satou murmurs, walking off, leaving me and Paige alone.

Our gazes meet and we chuckle at the same time at the girl who just left, clearly even drunker than me and Paige.

“Fuck your mind up, waste time, I'm prone to that, do it all the time, Keep your guard up or wait in line”

“This song is actually fire,” Paige grins and I nod.

“It is.”

I take a dip in her blue eyes, finding comfort in them as the song plays, not at all shocked when Paige steps closer and grabs a hold of my waist, swaying with me. The alcohol is still pumping through my veins, making it easy to wrap my arms around her neck without thinking what it might mean. It felt good to be close to her, so what?

“What's the word? Tell me what you've heard, Don't tell me what to do, just tell me when it hurts.”

Paige sings along to the lyrics, the tiniest bit off-key yet something about it makes me grow flustered quickly, mind flashing with images of her doing exactly what the lyrics describe.

“What's the word? Tell me what you've heard, Don't tell me what to do, just tell me when it hurts, When I get you to myself, it's murder,” I sing back to Paige, our eyes meeting. Her eyelids are heavy from the drinks, and there’s a hint of a smirk on her face. Her silver chains sparkle in the dim lighting, but all I’m looking at is the way she’s staring me down.

Something about the alcohol makes me bold, pressing my body closer to hers, my fingernails scratching into the back of her neck gently, watching as her eyes nearly flutter shut at the contact.

“You be wildin', I be wildin', too, But not like you, shit, maybe a little like you, Maybe we ain't so different, maybe I be trippin', too,” we sing to each other, the blonde’s thumbs rubbing circles on my hips as we dance together. I feel the burn from earlier spread to my core once more, making it hard to think clearly. 

Our faces are inching closer, to the point where I can feel her hot breath on my skin. My heart begins to pound and it becomes difficult to keep my eyes open. Paige licks her lips, leaning downwards. For a moment I think she’s about to kiss me, the distance between us growing smaller and smaller - until she ghosts my lips, turning her face, mouth hovering right over my ear, warm breath tickling against my skin.

“If he was a winner, Girl, you wouldn't have to worry 'bout a damn thing, If I was up in it, shit, I bet a pound that I'd put it down, Make you forget that you was ever with him,” she murmurs into my ear with the lyrics of the song, left hand staying on my hip, right hand coming up to the back of my head to hold it still as we keep swaying to the melody.

I feel flustered, my cheeks growing hotter and my core aching for something. No, not for something - for Paige.

“And I hate talking 'bout my stroke game, But girl, I'm giving you the whole thing,” she murmurs with a deep, hoarse voice, my body tingling and on fire at the same time. 

Turning my face, my nose brushes into the blonde’s, but I’m too scared to open my eyes, too scared that if I do I’ll start thinking again, realising how senseless this entire situation is.

Paige’s nose nuzzles mine, and I can hear the shallowness of her breathing, her hand at the back of my head maneuvering me in a way so our lips are hovering over each other. I feel like I might pass out, my heart trying to race out of my chest at this point.

“Paige, Zari, I finally found herrrr!” Satou shouts over the crowd, making both of us pull away. My eyes shoot open and I see the girl holding her friend Savannah.

“Oh! Good!” I smile awkwardly, Paige’s hands still on me. 

“Jesus…” The blonde murmurs to herself, looking around clearly frustrated by the unwelcome interruption. “You wanna go to the balcony for, uh, some fresh air?”

“Yeah,” I nod, without thinking. I let the tall girl walk me onto the balcony, closing the door behind us.

Fresh air it is not, the weather a hot and humid warning for the approaching scorching Dallas summer. But it still feels right to be alone with Paige, under the dark Texas sky. I glance upwards, looking at the stars to avoid meeting the blonde’s stare.

“So damn hot,” Paige groans, unbuttoning her shirt even more to get more airflow, though I couldn’t care less. I’m only gazing at the way the chains on her neck rest against her skin.

“Yeah, it certainly is,” I mumble, leaning my back against the glass railing.

Paige looks at me with something I can’t recognise, her expression softening as she’s taking steps towards me. “Fuck, that accent,” she murmurs, her hands easily finding their way to my waist again.

“What do you mean?” I laugh.

She shrugs. “I dunno, I just love hearing you talk.”

I chuckle, bringing my hand to her chest and playing with the chain there, number 5 dangling off it. Paige grins too, continuing.

“And the things you say too.”

I scoff, displeased. “Like what?”

“I dunno! British things!”

“British things??” I ask, laughing so hard my stomach begins to hurt, my fingers still fiddling the number 5.

“Like… Taking the piss!” She laughs, leaning closer. I bend forward too, my face scrunching as pearls of giggles spill from my mouth.

“Oh my God, you’re so stupid,” I murmur in a blur of joy, my hand snaking behind her head. In the haze of the alcohol and the giggles and the newfound feelings, before I can think it through, I’m pulling her down by the chain and her head, leaning closer and kissing her.

It’s heaven. Every nerve in my body is on fire. The blonde’s lips open for me, slowly but sensually sliding against mine. My legs feel weak, and my nails dig into the skin of her neck, a whimper leaving my mouth but she swallows it, groaning in response. Her hands squeeze my waist before moving to my face, landing on my jaw to keep me as close as possible - like she might die if I pull away.

I’m pressed closer to the glass behind my back as the kiss grows hungrier. Paige’s mouth opens further, her tongue darting out to slide against my lower lip, begging for entry with a small whine slipping from the blonde’s mouth. It’s like everything pent up was finally releasing, something I didn’t even know was there, bubbling right underneath the surface. My tongue meets Paige’s, both of us melting into the kiss. I feel like putty in her hands, like she could mold me whichever way possible. This is the best kiss I’ve ever experienced, I know that for sure. Jasper always kissed in such a stiff, forceful way. Right. Jasper.

It takes me back to the moment, as if for a sliver of a second I can think clearly. What the fuck am I doing. This isn’t me. I haven’t thought this through at all. I’m leading Paige on.

Abruptly I pull back for air, the taller girl already dragging me back into another kiss needily. But I push Paige back by her chest, stopping her. We’re both breathing heavily, staring at each other. What the fuck am I doing.

“I have to go, I’m sorry,” I mumble, shoving her off me as gently as I can, saying quick goodbyes to Lala and Arike before practically running down the stairs and throwing myself into a cab, leaving Paige upstairs as if nothing happened. The only proof of the night’s events merely the way my lips still burn and tingle, and my racing heart and swirling mind trying to make sense of everything.

-

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[forsaken-headcanons]

Eek! Excited that you liked the shipname Bitcoin, my friend came up with it actually! On that note though, I have some more Bitcoin headcanons… (+ Bluudude and C00lkidd!)

007n7 often forgets to take complete care of himself, which Chance helps him with.

Bluudude is much smarter than C00lkidd is, which is based on how he had to kind of grow up faster since 007n7 accidentally has favoritism for C00ls, in my headcanons.

007n7 is really glad to have Chance around, considering it takes most of the weight off being a single father.

Both Chance and 007n7 don’t think they’re good fathers, but they both think the other is good.

While Chance sleeps, 007n7 will sometimes try on his hat and other accessories, admiring himself in the mirror. C00lkidd got this trait from him, so he does the same with 007n7’s things.

Chance struggles to sleep due to past occurrences with not protecting his family from dangers because he was asleep, meaning now he needs to be with them all to sleep soundly, but even then he usually struggles.

C00lkidd has some troubles with reading, so Bluudude tries his best to help him out with it.

Since the malice corrupted C00lkidd and Bluudude, Bluu has special animations and dialogues for Chance, the same way C00lkidd does with 007n7.

Bluudude showed up on 007n7’s doorstep the day after C00lkidd did, but he was probably a toddler while C00lkidd was still a stud baby.

007n7 and Chance had their first date at Chance’s casino.

Thats probably all I got for now since it’s 2am as of writing, but maybe I’ll show up with some Buildershed or Two Time x Telamon headcanons next!

-🖤🪽 anon

I love them so much. Ain't they adorable.

[amellderiva]

Solrook/Dreadrook shippers, I have a question for science: which shipname do you prefer and why? Do you use them interchangeably just to make sure both camps see your posts, or are you firmly on one side?

Personally, I think Dreadrook sounds way cooler, but I like (and ultimately prefer) how Solrook uses Solas’ name instead of his title, so that's definitely my go to (even though I tag literally everything with everything).

Which is hilarious in hindsight, because back when I was still active on twitter, the first anti-Solrook post I ever saw was this rant about how Solas x Rook shippers are inherently disrespectful to Solas for calling it Dreadrook (as if Solrook wasn’t even an option), and how we clearly don’t understand his character AT ALL, unlike another group of Solas shippers. And that was so fucking funny that I genuinely tried to train myself to use Dreadrook out of pure spite and nothing else. I failed. But I still think of that post every single time I want to laugh until I cry.

[valyrfia]

Y’know I was worried about people flooding socials with “Lestappen”. I’m a honest gal. I don’t support shipnames on main, I’m terrified of people taking it too far and it affecting the people in the shop. But brother in Christ what is Verstappen,com doing. Atp they are literally begging for people to flood their socials with Lestappen. What the actual hell. Don’t get me wrong, my worry won’t just cease to exist, but it all makes me question whether people running the acc are actually aware and they are still in the clear to proceed lol

Verstappen dot com is likely run by someone with a lot of experience in sports socials but none in fandom. They've seen their engagement skyrocket when Charles is mentioned or included and so think that's a way for them to get cheap attention. Only people who have seen RPF gone wrong before have any real fear about playing into it, a person with ordinary social media training would likely just go "hey! engagement!" and play along happily.

[st0nesnglitter]

Prongsfoot x Reader Headcannons <3

A/N: hi, woke up with lots of thoughts about this particular pairing. I haven’t written in like six months so it’s short and kinda bad lol. Also I always thought the shipname Buckstar..

GN!reader except the last bulletpoint.

The difference between James and Sirius is easiest described by this: golden retriever and black cat. James is touchy-feely, loves cuddling and needs exercise to keep him sane. He’s all goofy smiles and curls, and loves very openly. Sirius is quietly observing, elegant and shows affection on his own terms, but when he does it’s amazing. He leaves fleeting touches to get you to come to him, pretty smirks and sharp eyes.

Since they’ve known each other for such a long time they bicker like it’s a sport. Their arguments rage from Quidditch brooms to pizza, from the prettiest flowers to what are the best dress shoes. Often times they want you to settle their disputes for them, which lead to extravagant compliments to win you over.

“Aw come on, love, you know I’m right” Sirius purred into your ear. “Just say that lip oil is better than lipbalm and I’ll show you how soft my lips can feel”

“DON’T FALL FOR HIS CHEAP TRICKS!” James screams from across the room.

Mornings in James’ bed are warm and soft. James loves, loves, loves being big spoon whilst Sirius usually wants to rest his head against your chest which often leads to you being in the middle. Sandwiched between two gorgeous men, who adore you, makes it hard to leave each morning.

nsfw

Their competitive streak definitely comes out in the bedroom too. Having a “who can make our partner cum the fastest/ the most times/ the most intense” competition that usually leads to every muscle in your body aching and the dire need for some new sheets.

“I think I got four” James mumbles as he softly dabs a washcloth over your spent body.

“Yeah right, you got two at best!” Sirius argues as he grabs you some boxers to wear to bed. “I, however, got three solid ones”.

When James feels subbier he wants to be used like a toy. He is def a pleasurer in every mood but when he feels a little foggy and frustrated he just wants to give and give. So even though Sirius is pounding into him from behind he is still determined to give you the best head of your life. His eyes get so pretty and glasslike, with his brows furrowed as asks to fuck you even though he’s shaky from Sirius and you’ve already came onto his tongue.

When Sirius doesn’t feel his best he is the opposite. He just want to degrade and mock, let his frustration out through his delicious malice. There’s a slight Madonna-whore complex within him, since he and James have fooled around for some time and you’re the new addition, he feels like he can be rougher toward Jamie. You can tell his mood through how hard he kisses, grabbing onto the back of your neck and using your hair as leverage. He makes a mess out of James’ curls, makes him look like a real slut, and usually ends with Sirius giving James a facial. Seeing his boyfriend with messy, sweaty hair and a flushed face that is covered in his cum usually snaps him out of his bad mood.

One thing they never got tired of arguing about: who has the bigger dick. There’s only been one time they’ve argued who has the smaller: when you agreed to do anal. It was after a Quidditch win and they shared a quick glance before starting to debate.

“Well you are definitely longer!” James says and gestures with his hands to measure out a guesstimate of Sirius’s dick.

“Oh come on, mate, you have a fat cock”

After a few minutes of bickering you just decided for yourself. And since Sirius was more slender you felt more comfortable with him taking your anal virginity. But you didn’t want James to feel left out so he got to prep you. And this man took this job with the upmost seriousness. He ate you out, worked in one finger at a time, playing with your clit to make you relax. When Sirius finally pushed into your tight hole you were already so close to the edge. He stilled when he was balls deep to let you adjust, but as he started to thrust into you your eyes widened and legs started to shake.

“I made her cum from anal… I am a god!” Sirius was breathing heavily, on cloud nine.

“Oh please! I placed her right on that edge for you, you only tipped her over”

And the bickering continued…

[milla-frenchy]

Get to know your moots

Thanks for the tag @yxtkiwiyxt @itwasntimethatdidit40 @ace-turned-confused @thundermartini @joelmillerisapunk 🙏❤️

what's the origin of your blog title?: Milla Jovovich in the 5th element, and also I wanted people to know why my grammar is awful 😶

favorite fandoms: ppcu

OTP(s) + shipname: Hannibal Lecter and Clarice Starling

favorite color: black 

favorite game: tlou (both games)

song stuck in your head: spite - Omar Apollo. I’m obsessed with it

weirdest habit/trait?: I have a ton, but none of them are weird (to me 😁)

hobbies: video games, tv shows, writing fics, listening to music

if you work, what's your profession? I check whether construction projects comply with the law

if you could have any job you wish what would it be? if I could I wouldn’t work tbh. But I think I’d be happier if I worked in a bookstore or a flower shop

something you're good at: listening, I think. And if I’m invested in something I need it to be perfect, so if someone asks me to do something, it should be nicely done

something you're bad at: I don't always know where my boundaries are until I realize I crossed them, and it's too late. I'm done with the thing or the people that asked too much of me and I disappear (and I didn't even see it coming)

something you love: calm. Being at home, quiet

something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: honestly when I’m comfortable with the person, I can talk about everything

something you hate: a lot of things, I can be super grumpy 🙃 Yesterday I was at the movies. Some people were talking too loudly, others were eating during a silent scene and I just wanted to throw them out. In general I don't like noisy people and I hate rudeness. I’m not comfortable with intrusive people or when people come too close to me physically

something you collect: tickets (plane, activities done while traveling, movies, concerts…) I live in nostalgia, and keeping them is a need for me

something you forget: I have a very weird memory. I can remember some details from 15 years ago, and forget something you told me 2 min ago. I still don’t know how this damn memory works

what's your love language?: acts of service, listening, being there when they need me

favorite movie/show: the silence of the lambs, seven, narcos, friends, luther, the last of us, 6 feet under

favorite food: we have some really good meals with cheese and potatoes in France (raclette, gratin dauphinois, tartiflette…) and I love them. And pasta never disappoints (I love italian food)

favorite animal: I’m a cat person, but I’m fascinated by orcas

what were you like as a child? I was quiet and shy, already anxious af and didn’t want people to know it

favorite subject at school? english, geography, history

least favorite subject? maths and sciences. I feel dumb af when it comes to that

what's your best character trait? I’m a good listener, I think. When I love, I love hard. If my friends are attacked I feel like my heart is ripped in two

what's your worst character trait? I overthink everything. And when I don’t, I don’t give a fuck. Which is very disturbing, even for me 🤯

if you could change any detail of your day right now what would it be? I’d stop working and lie on my couch. But today’s a good day, I work from home, so it’s ok

if you could travel in time who would you like to meet? Honestly if I could travel in time I’d just want to see my mom again

recommend one of your favorite fanfics (spread the love!): raider!joel @toxicanonymity is my roman empire. I said it a million times, and I’ll say it again 😍🖤

I’m working on a list of my all time favorite fics that I will share soon, I hope. I have old lists here

npt: @aurorawritestoescape @iamasaddie @toxicanonymity @604to647 @schnarfer

@sawymredfox @iknowisoundcrazy @baronessvonglitter @bonezone44 @magpiepills

@pascalssbabyy @tateypots @sunshineispunk and whoever wants to 🙏

[itwasntimethatdidit40]

Get to know your moots.

Thanks for the tag @almostempty and @probablyreadinsmut 💗

what's the origin of your blog title?: “When it comes to love I don’t choose sides” y'all know where it comes from, right? Oberyn 💗 it represents me well heheh

favorite fandoms: PPCU and I used to be a huge GOT fan.

OTP(s) + shipname: Braime, Jaime Lannister + Brienne of Tarth (don't talk to me about that shitty ending, it still haunts me in my sleep)

favorite color: black. But also red, white and pink.

favorite game: I don't play videogames since I was a child but I used to love Tetris and Pac-Man lol

song stuck in your head: currently Messy - Lola Young and another couple of songs I'm using for a ff I'm writing so no spoilers heheheh

weirdest habit/trait?: I have a closet full of clothes but I often tend to wear the same ones in rotation (I obviously wash them regularly 😂) out of convenience and habit, especially if I have to go to work. I only make an effort if I have dinners/birthdays/special occasions and things like that lol

And I regularly think that people hate me, so if I don't write to you often it's because I'm afraid of bothering you, not because I don't want to know you 🥲

hobbies: writing, reading, watching show/movies, I used to have a bullet journal and I used to practice hand lettering (can't keep up with it anymore but I still love it)

if you work, what's your profession?: I am the secretary in a medical office. I also have another job related to customer satisfaction.

if you could have any job you wish what would it be?: I'd love to be a writer (lol not skilled or even talented enough but hey, what do you expect from someone who shares her birthday with Emily Brontë?)

something you're good at: I’m quite good at cooking. I’m Italian, baby, it’s in my genes.

something you're bad at: I’m messy. I can draw like a 5 years old kid lol

something you love: concerts. I’ve been to 100+ concerts in my life and some of my favorite memories and trips are related to concerts I've been to.

something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: I could still rant about Braime and GoT ending for hours. lol Also, concerts memories, I have some good stories 😂

something you hate: Lies. God, just tell me the truth ffs. And the majority of cis men. They just suck, you know.

something you collect: nothing. But I love stationary stuff. I could buy everything, I don't do it because I would waste my savings LMAO

something you forget: If I don't write things down on my phone it's very easy for me to forget them because my memory sucks.

what's your love language?: Cooking for someone, calling people a variety of pet names and/or finding a special one for them, being a great cheerleader, shower them with compliments and love. Just being there when they need help, I am a reliable person.

favorite movie/show: too many, jeeez. How am i supposed to choose? Some movies: When Harry met Sally, Parasite, Almost Famous, Fried Green Tomatoes, Brokeback Mountains, Stand by me, Aftersun, Past Lives, Promising young woman, 10 things I hate about you, Love me if you dare, Rear window, Le conseguenze dell’amore (The consequences of love, it’s an Italian movie by Paolo Sorrentino).

Some shows: Breaking Bad, Better Call Saul, Friends, Fleabag, Jane the Virgin, My Brilliant Friend, When they see us, Sense8, Peaky Blinders, Mad Men, The Handmaid’s Tale, Grace and Frankie, Bojack Horseman, Normal People.

favorite food: sorry to be such an Italian clichè but pasta and pizza. I could eat them all day everyday lol I also love a good risotto, sushi and Pad Thai.

favorite animal: dogs. I love all of them but especially mine (obviously lol).

are you musical?: I can sing quite decently (I sing in in my car all the time hahahah) but I never studied music and I can’t play any instruments.

what were you like as a child?: I used to be bold and chatty, I always loved reading and writing.

favorite subject at school?: Literature and Art.

least favorite subject?: Math. I’m the worst at it.

what's your best character trait?: loyalty and respect. I never make unsolicited judgments about anyone's body or comment on it, I never ask those shitty questions like "when are you graduating, when are you getting married, why are you still single, when are you having a baby" you know, right? I hate them, I hate them deeply and I think people should mind their own fucking business.

what's your worst character trait?: Lack of self-esteem, laziness, my poor memory. And I don’t give second chances, once you hurt me you’re out of my life permanently and I totally forget about you like you meant nothing for me (I kinda love that about me but I know it can be brutal lol)

if you could change any detail of your day right now what would it be?: I wish I was damn rich and not have to work hahah I would like to be more sporty but I hate doing sports lol I promise I’m going to try to force myself to do something for my well being.

if you could travel in time who would you like to meet?: The first person that comes to my mind is Artemisia Gentileschi, (b: 1593 d: 1656) she was an Italian painter. Read something about her, she’s fucking great ♥️ Also, my grandpa, I loved him so much and he passed away when I was 15. I would love to meet him again.

recommend one of your favorite fanfics (spread the love!):

I love so many so I’m going with last ones that I read and I thought WOW, this is amazing and deserves so much more attention:

Yes ma’am - @sizzlingcloudmentality

Law of attraction series - @baronessvonglitter

Pretty boy - @joelmillerisapunk

Npt: @joelmillerisapunk @milla-frenchy @baronessvonglitter @aurorawritestoescape @thundermartini @schnarfer @sizzlingcloudmentality @cvntclip @evolnoomym @msjarvis @arcanefox207 @gothcsz 💗

[sereneres]

dollz™ ³

newjeans x 6th member!reader / 0.8k

summary. — in which danielle has too much time on her hands. she also isn’t really there but we’re going to ignore that

warnings. — danielle is here yet isn’t at the same time

“this name thing is lowkey kinda hard.”

hyein huffs, rolling onto her side and raising an eyebrow at the older girl. “don’t you already have all of yours, unnie?”

“well, no, i still have to come up with with mine and ynnie’s.” hanni sighs, dropping her chin into her palm. “the others were easier. bbangsaz, kittyz, twotolz, niniz–”

“why are you and dani-unnie ‘niniz’?” haerin tilted her head. “couldn’t you just be ‘aussiez’? because you both came from australia?”

minji, sighing, patted the girl on the soldier with a look of faux sympathy. “don’t question it too much, haerin, you’ll just get lost in the complicatedness that is hanni’s mind.”

“hey, just so you know, danielle was the one who wanted niniz, not me!”

“oh.” minji blinked, then turned back to haerin to once again pat her on the shoulder. “nevermind haerin.”

“hey–”

hyein groans, turning to you as the two girls continued bickering. haerin, having already settled down on minji’s lap, starts to doze off.

“yn-unnie~” she whines, shuffling closer to you and placing her hands on your knees. “can you help me, please?”

her words are almost robotic, seeing as she had said them in english, and that, paired with the pouty look on her face, was enough to make you coo at the younger girl.

“don’t worry about it too much, hyein.” you murmured, placing a hand on her head and petting her. “it’ll come to us… hopefully.”

minji, being unable to move with a sleeping haerin in her lap, turns her head nearly one-hundred and eighty degrees to look at you. “maybe you should ask danielle for help. she’s pretty good at coming up with names.”

“sh– mph,” haerin yawned. “she made a list of ship names for us already. didn’t you guys get her message?”

“she did?” hanni frowned, picking up your phone. “when’d she send it?”

“hanni-unnie, that’s my phone–”

the older girl pressed a finger to your lips, her eyes fixed on the screen of your phone. “shush, yn, you weren’t using it anyway.” she paused. “uh, what’s your password again?”

“just use your own phone, unnie.” hyein sighed, plopping her head onto your lap. “it would be faster if you did.”

you too sigh, albeit more out of exasperation than tiredness. “debut date, hanni-unnie.” you reminded her for the nth time that month. “it’s our debut date.”

“right… did you use month day year, day month year, year month day, or year day month?”

“hanni-unnie.”

“okay, okay, i got it, no need to whine… oh wow this list is long–”

“what about barbiez?” hyein cut in, having pulled up the list on her own phone. “that’s pretty cute, right, yn-unnie?”

you hum. “it is, but i don’t think we can just use barbiez. for one thing, it would look weird being spelt with a z when everyone spells it with an s–”

“all of our shipnames look weird with a z though.” haerin muttered. “dani-unnie and i use ‘candyz’ and not ‘candies’…”

“and, most importantly, we could get into some issues using the name barbie despite not being affiliated to the brand.” you smile apologetically at the girl in your lap, the beginnings of a pout on her face. “sorry, hyein-ah, but we can’t use it.”

“what about bratz?” hanni suggested, having not paid attention to anything you had said. “you and hyein look like bratz, right, minji?”

minji blinks. “erm…” she glances at you, her silent plea for help plastering an amused yet small smile on your lips.

“we can’t use that one because, as i said earlier, copyright and or trademark issues, hyein.” you said. “also, i don’t think it would be a good look if we were called bratz. it’s too much like the word brats, and who knows how many people already think of us like that…”

“those pe’ple are jus’ haters, unnie.” haerin murmured sleepily. “ignore ‘em.”

hanni huffed and nodded her head in agreement with the younger’s words. “well said, haerin, well said.”

“okay, what about dollz?” minji asked, looking at hyein. she had, at somepoint, taken your phone from hanni and was going through the list danielle had created. “since you can’t use barbiez or bratz, why not just use dollz?”

“dollz.” hyein repeated thoughtfully, seemingly testing how the word sounded. “that’s…”

“it’s perfect.” you leaned forward, trying and failing to peek at the screen—it was a privacy screen, hence your failure—of your phone. “was it on dani-unnie’s list?”

the older girl nodded. “it was.” she gives you your phone before pointing at the name on the screen. “see, it’s like, ten or so names down from the first one in the third row.”

“oh… just how many names did dani-unnie come up with?”

“she came up with around twenty–”

“oh, that’s not that bad.”

“–for each pairing, excluding the ones we already made names for, so, around a hundred?”

“a hundred?!”

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[rainy-days-and-nights]

GET TO KNOW UR MUTUALS!!!! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

tagged by @just-prime

lets seeeee

What’s the origin of your blog title?: I like rainy days and rainy…nights….JLADNJNCADJACD not much thought into it, but my last username SeaKeeper was “supposedly” my name meaning which I liked tons fr fr but that name is no longer…JADNKJACDBKJSBHKDHBK

OTP(s)+ shipnames(s): here are some of them!!!!

Pendleshend – Henry and Murphy from silent hill games fr fr my one and only the one that fuels my soul and the character I auto tattoed in my skin lol, they have my life…..

Dreamling- Dream of the endless and Hob Gadling from The Sandman

Red x Green (originalshipping) – Reguri tooooo from Pokémon fr fr one of the few ships I have from uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu long ago fr fr

Vergil x Lady – from DMC, I found them cuteeeeeee nadjbasdkbfhkvbhdhbadckb

Superbat- Cos cos cos the original the supers auuaguwgauwauwaguawugaw

CurlyJim or JimCurly- Moutwashing has taken my soul into its hands and hasn’t let me go……

Bayonetta x Jean-BAYONETTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I love them and I wish to be with them too lol akjsckhdhbkdcbhkcadbhkcadbjca

Reed900- They…and since I could finally play DBH im happy to still have as ship fr fr

Taibani- From Tiger and Bunny….them…..forever and ever….

DanteLeon- cos why not fr fr

If I remember other one I will add it ajdjkankjbddc

Favourite colour: I LOVE GREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN GREEEEN FOREVERRRRR

Song stuck in your head: Devils never cry from the DMC 3 ost

Weirdest habit/trait: Sometimes…one has the need to scream…literally…But my family is already used to it so no problem 💪🏽

Hobbies: I like to draw, and paint, and sing (?) Recently I have been trying to go back to sewing and embroidery so probs imma add those too soon 💪🏽

If you work, what’s your profession? I CURRENTLY DON’T WORK AAUUGHHAUUGHHAUUGHH NOOOOO AJAJJAJA

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be? I wanna be a daycare pokemon trainer…. Auughhauughhauughh baby pokemons….

Something you’re good at: catching bugs at my house could be(?) or maybe eating chilli dog cos I can eat a lot of it im the best of the best at eating chilli dog

Something you hate: The price of soluble coffee, that thang is expensive

Something you collect: MARBLESSSSS AIDNADNCJNCAJBCA ia hve three vases and counting 💪🏽

Something you forget: I forgot

What’s your love language: Giving …thingsss(?) idk much about love languages

Favourite movie/show: Suspira both movie, Possession, Solaris, watching baitybaits vods and videos

Favourite food: Chilli dog is my jam, I always ask for it on my bday

Favourite animal: atm the awuawua, The Hyrax, foxes, baby seals, cats, dogs, frogs, possums, baby possums, vaporeon

What were you like as a child: A bit more open, more or less, more naïve, more than the normal amount of naivety, I used to make friends more easily.

Favourite subject at school: Biology

Least favourite subject: Math, Physics, and anything related to numbers fr fr

What’s your best character trait? idk

What’s your worst character trait? I find hard to trust people and keeping friendships too

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be?: Probably made myself to study more things I liked back when I was younger, I could be something else ight now fr fr, like studying Japanese or something

iimmaaaa tags.... (but feel free to ignore frrr frr) @valeriianz @ilulustra @izzy2210 @baronvonriktenstein @celestialvexation @fkwmtzyy @carp302

[erikraven]

Get to know your mutuals!

Tagged by @serpercival!

what’s the origin of your blog title? I am, in fact, the bird. Caw.

otp(s) + shipname(s): Within MASH, Hawkahy. I absolutely adore the dynamic I’ve found for them, which I like to call heaven and earth: Francis, taught to stay separate from the world and work within it while staying pure, and Hawkeye, who is incredibly bound to the earth, humanity, life and death. A large-scale example is in The Haunted 4077th, but I’m working on a shorter, more concise poetic piece called “of the flesh”, focused on all the meanings of the word carnal.

Favorite color: blue!

Song stuck in your head: I’ve listened to the entire Interdimensional Act III album by Seven about five times and it’s only been out for three days. My favorite from it is probably “Last Signal From The Collider”. Seven and Crywolf are good writing music for the kind of introspective, metaphysical writing I’ve been doing lately.

Weirdest habit/trait: I trill, hum, purr, and chirp as a substantial part of my verbal language when I’m around people that understand what the sounds mean.

Hobbies: writing, Minecraft, video editing, photobashing. Creative work, mostly.

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be? Data entry/records management. My brain puts everything into little boxes. My fanfic collection on Calibre has twelve custom columns.

Something you’re good at: Writing very visceral, sensory-heavy scenes. One of my wips has a scene of a spinal tap and my partner couldn’t finish reading in one shot.

Something you hate: Noise, eye contact, finger paints.

Something you collect: Fanfic, music. I used to collect web series, but then my laptop got stolen with five terabytes of data on external drives, and that kind of killed my interest in doing it. Still get twitchy whenever I see those “this video will be deleted in 24 hours” gimmicks.

Something you forget: I have no sense of time whatsoever. If I do not have a clock in front of me, time does not exist. (Except on very small scales, in which case I can tell if audio is one frame out of sync with video.)

What’s your love language? I genuinely don’t know, I don’t do ‘love’ stuff all that often. Spending time together?

Favorite movie/show: John Wick (any of em) and either MASH or Battlestar Galactica

Favorite food: salmon! Fry it til the skin crackles, singe the meat side, spritz with a little lemon juice, and eat.

Favorite animal: Birds! Birds, birds, birds. Special interest, hyperfixation, past life, whatever you wanna call it. My original species is part bird, and the avian side carries substantial traits into the human side. Learning about new species of birds fuels the OC factory.

What were you like as a child: Did not have a childhood. Have no awareness of myself ever being under the age of 14.

Favorite subject at school: Math! Especially geometry. Let me rotate the shapes in my head.

Least favorite subject: History.

What’s your best character trait? Creativity

What’s your worst character trait? Lack of strong sense of self. I have never formed an independent opinion in my life.

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be? I would like to stop living in a car.

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet? If I can talk to them and try to change how things went, my uncle (check out Napalm Sticks To Kids if you’re wondering why). If it’s just an interaction in a vacuum… hmm, I dunno. I’d like to talk to CS Lewis about his whole “the male sex is something given masculine gender, gender is more real than sex” thing.

Tagging @tuttle-did-it @quordleona03 @awholehoststan @nootnzoot cause apparently I only have four mutuals lol

[notazombie42]

SHIPNAME: PIGGAXE 🐽⛏️

They still love eachother so much.. I have so much to say about them you don’t get it. I love them together SO MUCH.

[dick-helmet-magneto]

Tag Game: Get to Know Your Mutuals <3

tagged by @mapofyourstars Thank you so much! (answers under the cut)

What's the origin of your blog title?

need i say more? Just look at him.

OTP(s) + Shipname:

Charles/Erik Cherik, Charles/Erik/Logan Cherigan, Logan/Wade Poolverine, Stephen Strange/Tony Stark Ironstrange House/Wilson Hilson, House/Cuddy Huddy, House/Cuddy/Wilson I don’t even know the ship name for that one Dare I add Priest/fleabag from Fleabag or Chandler/Monica from Friends?

Favourite colour:

blue!

Favourite game:

I have to say sims I didn’t get 8,000 hours in that game not liking it. but i have been playing nothing but Pokemon for the last week or so as a current interest.

Song stuck in your head:

for once I don’t have a song in my head. It’s strange.

Weirdest habit/trait?

Making strange sounds. Like mostly just at home to the point that my dog and cat just ignore it. But on occasion I do it with friends around and was once asked if my car was about to explode. I had to explain that no that’s just my driving noise.

Hobbies:

writing, drawing/coloring, hiking, biking, reading, playing video games. Still getting back into playing piano.

If you work, what's your profession?

I’m a preschool assistant working with special needs children.

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be? Realistically?

I’ve always said I wanted to be an actor and I stand by that. but a little more realistically I would also love to be a writer.

Something you're good at:

I was going to say nothing. But self deprecation. I’m so fucking good at that.

Something you're bad at:

I tried crocheting a couple of times. Could not figure it out. It was a disaster.

Something you love:

X-Men. My dog. My cat.

Something you could talk about for hours off the cuff:

X-Men. Friends. Criminal Minds, House. Psychology, specifically DID and ASD.

Something you hate:

Politics/politicians (especially the ones who insist they aren’t politicians)

Something you collect:

Books. I have so many books. And also X-Men merch. It’s just everywhere at this point.

Something you forget:

Everything. I can literally forget anything. There’s something else I’m good at, my memory is shit.

What's your love language?

I’m ace so in a more platonic way with friends/family, being so fucking annoying. It’s the ultimate sign that I’m comfortable with someone. A show that I’m sure they’re not going to abandon me or hate me. I’ll just annoy them. Most of the time I’m just having a fun time, most of the time they are too but on occasion I do just piss people off with it.

Favourite movie/show:

I can’t do singular favorite. So movies: X-Men all of them shows: House, Friends, Bobs burgers, Criminal Minds

Favourite food:

I’m so bad at favorites. I’m also sick. The idea of food isn’t hitting right now. Pizza? Maybe?

Favourite animal:

Cats? Dogs? Monkeys are fun?

What were you like as a child?

Weird. I was the weird kid. Mostly it was the anxiety, neurodivergence, and gender fuckery from a young age, I think.

Favourite subject at school?

Always really liked math and science. Spanish was great but I think that was just the teacher I had.

Least favourite subject:

Social studies/history. I’m terrible at dates and most of what they taught I couldn’t find it in myself to care about.

What's your best character trait?

Don’t ask me to say nice things about myself. I honestly don’t know.

What's your worst character trait?

I don’t know if it counts but the number of things I say that I don’t mean in a bad way but apparently aren’t great. Example: t’s burned in my mind the time in high school some girl was complaining about her hair looking bad and I said “it looks like it always does” She thought I meant it always looks bad and got offended. I just didn’t know why she was complaining. I couldn’t tell the difference.

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be?

The amount of money I have? I would like more of that. Otherwise I don’t know.

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet?

I’m not trying to steal prev’s answers, I’m not. But Edgar Allen Poe. That man intrigues me. His entire life was a ride of what the fuck? Looking at his writing I want to know what was going on in his head. And looking at him marrying his 13 year old cousin but that’s probably related.

I feel lightly traumatized after answering these, get it away from me. Thanks again for the tag and

tagging: anyone who wants to do this, go for it!

[heyy-dont-mind-me]

Hi Vint :3 I really love your art and your OCs!! ^-^🩷 I love your Scott-ler OC and wanted to ask about him! :3 like what’s his backstory, and what he’s like, and literally anything else interesting about him! 💖 I’d love to learn more about him if you don’t mind me asking! <333😁 again, love your art!! :3💖

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Heheheduejduej oh well time for a yap fest then.

Scott Mctaggart (His Full name is 'Scott Leith D. Mctaggart') is a Scottish male (hehehe)

Scott-ler is basically the shipname or just the tag I use for Scott x Onceler or Scott and Onceler ^^

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Scott's personality overall is that hes basically a really sweet and thoughtful guy, he's a bit of a pushover and is quite shy, an ambivert for sure because he's not used to talking to others that's not Onceler (that's gay Scott 🙄), he can be chaotic and goes over the top when doing tasks, putting alot of effort into things.

The tasks may depend but especially on chores, when he does things he upholds it to a standard, you tell him that to make sure everything is clean, he will maybe clean the entire house if you leave him alone for like 3 hours (or less).

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He hates bugs (certain kinds of course) and likes everything clean and organized.

His favorite animals is Horses and Bears, but he LOVES BEARS, he has a collection of teddy bears he's collected over the years.

Loves the color blue for personal reasons (hehehe your not beating the allegations Scott) but he likes to dip into red or green.

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During his teen years he's gained the title of 'Spice King' because of his unnaturally high spice tolerance (totally not inspired by me, except I just have high tolerance not unnaturally high, yet.) And especially since not a single person beat him when eating spicy foods (or just eating straight from the hot sauce bottles)

Probably has undiagnosed Anxiety, He's got attachment issues (this extends to him being quite motherly to people younger than him, and animals too).

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Morbid fact. I uh kinda like to make scott suffer because artist tendencies (so if you explore through the #scott mctaggart tag you might see him bloodied up or dead—)

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His whole backstory basically revolves around his family having been murdered during a stormy night (aa classic OC story) after which he was then taken and thus is an orphan throughout his whole life.

He meets Onceler when they are both 7 years old in a summer camp, Scott was still a recluse cuz well your family is murdered, so it's understandable, thus he has a fear of having close connections with people.

That summer was the most life changing thing for Scott as well Onceler and Scott ended up being absolute best of friends, besties, bros, pals.

Luckily Scott ended up coincidentally moving orphanages that happened to be close to where ever Oncelers family is. ^^

As as you see, with Scott's backstory, he basically is SUPER attached to Onceler like not in a way that is clingy but more like he's a legit ride or die for Onceler same goes otherwise around (at least later in the events of the movie where that part is challenged), like this poor guy can't imagine his life without Onceler in it that he basically sabotages his chances of being adopted so he can stay close to Onceler.

Thus this friendship continued on as they grew older (making them 25 when they got out to travel, so by this point 25 - 7 = 18 years of friendship), so Scott's out of the orphanage by 18 and continues on with working, saving money cuz the absolute king he is 👑✨️

the two work enough to gain enough money so they can travel and set out for the world to find that material Once needs for the thneed. ( 7 years it took to make sure they got enough money, mainly scott was in charge of the savings because he doesnt trust Onceler's family, especially his mom)

You might be asking, what is Scott's dreams? Well he would love to be a doctor for humans and Animals, but he'd rather stay close to Onceler (sounds gay but alright man) to pursuing on opening the business.

Just a gentle reminder that scott has NO ONE besides Onceler, and 18 years of friendship that it draws the blur on Romantic or Platonic (yeah that line where they're just comfortable with one another), besides Once he's friends with the animals and acquaintances with the lorax.

Though in this case he managed to make 2 thneeds, the first thneed he gave to Scott (which is the iconic clothing piece that I draw him in pre-greed era and current greed era) and the other to show and try to get customers to buy.

So things happen movie stuff happen, what's his role when Once's bed was stolen? He slept through it till one of the barbaloots got to wake him up, he mainly arrived around when the Lorax was giving Onceler CPR.

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So movie events go on, when Scott notices Onceler making a call, this is when there's a first crack in their friendship, he doesn't confront Onceler till later who later reassures that he will grow a back bone against his mom. (Lies)

So when Onceler's Family arrives, Scott's just in distaste but he continues to give Onceler the benefit of the doubt.

Yeah, big mistake over there. scott.

He keeps letting Once get away with what's been happening, he tries to be firm but otherwise he keeps being blocked off or ignored especially by his family, knowing Isabella is behind all that.

So as the company continues biggering, Onceler still gives certain credit to Scott, being that Scott is co–founder of the company though it doesn't mean anything to him, because he just wants things to be back the way they are, he tries to give options that would at least let the environment be stabilised but to no avail, continously having his authority played for jokes by Isabella and the rest of the family, and choices and decisions he makes being sabotaged time and time again.

Just to establish, for the current greed era of Scott there's 2 personalities I play into in my drawings, Hard Shell Scott who basically doesn't give a damn and actually fights for his decisions and is more strict and mean (for the family, he's mainly closed off towards the audience), hes the one that has a very strained relationship with Onceler and often talks back, this either leads to fights between the two or just has Onceler trying to find the younger scott, and there's Soft Shell Scott, the one who keeps being a pushover and trampled on, leading him to a state of vulnerability and self consciousness, his relationship just keeps being distant and distant leading him to be an afterthought.

(This is stems from his trauma about his family, either closing off close relationships or too afraid to lose it and thus just plays the meek card)

I'm just gonna say, I uh kinda made it that Scott canonically dies young because of Onceler's actions and dies pretty much young in every universe except for one universe.

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So what about if he were in the official Lorax Movie? (Man that's a dream.)

Audrey would mention about an uncle who loved plants and would send her plants and flowers ever now and then.

Well it would just portray to their friendship throughout, but maybe in a sequence that Ted asked about Scott to Oldler, Oldler will probably be sad and say that Scott had left him before he even realised them before he could say goodbye.

But this part would reveal that Scott is actually related to Audrey, and was the uncle she was talking about, he came to visit her and then got roped into that motorcycle chase scene wow ekdjekd.

But then as he gets ahold of the situation and find the gates, he kinda leaves that scene.

The last scene of him meeting up with Oldler after Onceler had his moment with the Lorax.

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(This is all that I came to yap so far, but feel free to ask ^^)

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[angellekookie]

Get To Know Your Mutuals

Thanks for the tag Massi 《 @livingformintyoongi 》 I'm gonna answer as much of this as I can (and see if we can beat the destiny allegations 👀) (This is my 4th!! time doing this. Tumblr.com has been fighting me with this 😭)

what's the origin of your blog title? The truth is I'm terrible at usernames and I wanted something really cool and I blanked out and said angelwings- which was absolutely taken so I had to choose random combos until... well here we are <3

favorite fandoms: Armys, Stays, Carats, Swifties.

OTP(s)/shipname: Maybe Chlonath. When I first made this blog they were my first ship so I'm kinda sentimental about it lol

favorite color: Warning for any of the 'favourite items' questions. I hate choosing just one thing 😅 but I love blue and pink- and also latley, i've been loving pastels and muted shades.

favorite game: I've played the pokemon games so many times, replayed them so much... I think it would only be fair to say those.

song stuck in your head: Autumn Leaves - BTS (to be fair, this song is always in my head and I'm never normal about it), Python - GOT7, Cornelia Street🌝 and Say Don’t Go - Taylor Swift

weirdest habit/trait? So I don't find it weird, but my friends say it's so strange that i literally can't concentrate if I have dry hands. They say it's weird to moisturize so much

hobbies: Reading, writing, plus doing my own nails (this in particular brings me so much joy 😊), and I also really enjoy making a meal from scratch

if you work, what's your profession? customer service.

if you could have any job you wish what would it be? I wanted to be an astronaut for the longest time growing up. I really adore the sky.

something you're good at: I'm gonna go ahead and say cooking and my nails here again- I've been doing them both for so long 😊

something you're bad at: Confrontation? Bro I will run

something you love: The six letters Cardan wrote for Jude in the Folk of the Air Series (I can go into serious detail and I will.)

something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: Actually don't try me I'm a yapper.

something you hate: AVOCADO... I even tried it again as an adult... never again :,)

something you collect: I can't think of anything that I collect right now as we speak. But I would like to collect the BTS albums (I have 2 solo albums that i was gifted and they are my babies)

something you forget: That I don't have to handle everything on my own.

what's your love language? Words of affirmation, quality time and acts of service in this order.

favorite movie/show: So any spiderman movie will have a special place in my heart always. Also Peter Pan (2003). As for shows... well I've watched the kdrama One Spring Night more times than I can count. I recommend it 10000% btw

favorite food: I'll be honest... as long as the food tastes, good I will eat

favorite animal: Empire Penguins, dogs, PANDAS, other bears (if it was safe to hug a bear I would tbh)

are you musical? I mean think, maybe?

what were you like as a child? I've been told I was quited but "had a penchant for the dramatic at the most random times." (personally, i think this still checks out tbh)

favorite subject at school? All the sciences. Biology, chemistry, physics (my love- please don't ask me why I love this subject and consistently failed math) and geography.

least favorite subject? Math and History

what's your best character trait? I've been told i have a good sense of humour? Does this work?

what's your worst character trait? I can be so stubborn at times but I'm trying to work on this (and it's hard :( but we persist)

if you could change any detail of your day right now what would it be? To be honest... nothing. Idk like today happened how it needs to for tomorrow, you know?

if you could travel in time who would you like to meet? I can't think of anyone right at this moment

recommend one of your favorite fanfics (spread the love!): Ok I have more than one favourites but what I'll do is share the one that devastated me and that would be Chasing Cars. I've read it at least twice and after reading it the first time I actually cried a few times and stared at the ceiling while simultaneously making a playlist because there was just so much that I really wanted to say but I didn't know how to. Maybe I should start saving my fave fics because I have sooo much more I could share here but I can't remember the names right right now :(

And that's it! For the mooties… hmmm no pressure of course.. I'll tag @moochii-daisies and @ all my moots who see this (lol jk)