#TANGLED MOVIE OF ALL TIME BABEY

[tickle-bugs]

if you have any interest in writing for tangled, i'm jonesing for some lee flynn. maybe something along the lines of "flynn rider doesn't giggle/snort, but eugene fitzherbert does?" (you can use the quote or just the idea, or ignore this entirely! it's a free country)

@ssnicker-doodless pspspsps <3 I had so much fun writing this thank you for this cute-ass prompt!!!!

Sunbeams and Revelations

Literally insert this directly after Rapunzel heals Eugene for the first time. In my head this is like if they spent an extra day or two camping and bonding before Mother Gothel and the Stabbington bros find them. 

Flynn is in trouble. 

He’d given Rapunzel an inch by telling her his real name and she’d taken the mile--she’d cozied up to him with an apparently deep-seated need to…be nice to him. More than nice, actually. She begs him to tell tales of his escapades and his past, and she doesn’t seem disappointed that it’s Eugene doing these things. Not Flynn. He’s spent so long trying to bury Eugene Fitzherbert that he doesn’t know what to do with him, himself, around her.

He is, naturally, taking this out on the apple tree that’s been watching over them for the past day or so. It’s a gorgeous old tree, marred with arrow holes and left-over pieces of parchment from long-lost wanted posters. A plethora of slow-rotting apples grace its roots, decaying into their place in the cycle. He’s bullied this tree for firewood, used it to throw darts at his old wanted poster--he’s even used it to practice asking Rapunzel if she wants to maybe stick around after seeing the lanterns together. Tree-punzel is very receptive to the idea of traveling the world together. It doesn’t do much for his confidence with the real Rapunzel. 

Flynn runs, leaps, and grabs onto one of the tree branches. He hooks his forearm over it, then his leg and pulls himself up. It sparks a rush in him, the unyielding childish glee at being up high that makes him still want to run across castle rooftops and scale smooth-faced towers. 

“Eugene? Whatcha doin’?” Rapunzel looks up from her brushing. 

“Just--hng--trying to score us some food for the road.” Flynn shakes the branch with every atom of his being. Apples thud to the ground all around him, bright and shiny. 

“That’s a neat trick.” 

“There was an apple tree outside the orphanage. I used to shake us down some food when they’d forget to feed us.” Flynn swings to stand on the bough he’s hanging from. It creaks under his weight. He jumps on it a bit, scoring a few more apples, but one gorgeous, shiny straggler taunts him from the very edge of the branch.

He jumps again, harder this time, and his foot gives out from under him. He and Rapunzel scream at the same time--and regrettably, the same pitch. His foot catches on the branch at the last minute. He tries to swing and get free, but he’s wedged in. 

“Are you okay?” Rapunzel’s concerned upside-down face appears before him. He slides a little further off the branch and she grabs him by the waist to catch him. He yelps and flails, which makes him slip more. Her fingers press in as she tries to support his weight. He giggles and a snort stumbles out after. 

“Y-Yes! I’m fine!” Flynn manages to flip off the branch and fall into an embarrassing heap. He wants to snark at her for not caring about his safety now that he’s fallen, but she’s got a terrifying amount of mischief in her eyes.  

“Did you just giggle? Are you ticklish?” She gasps happily. 

“I’m not…It didn’t…Punzie--” He backs away from her, hands raised in surrender. 

“Punzie? Oh, it must be really bad.” She laughs in delight. Her brilliant smile distracts him long enough for her to try and tickle him again. 

“Rapunzel--” He corrects, snatching her evil hands-- “Flynn Rider doesn’t giggle, okay? Drop it.”

“Oh, okay. I see. My mistake. Obviously the great Flynn Rider would never.” She gives a dramatic, sweeping bow. He sniffs in offense and turns on his heel. 

“Yes, exactly. You get it. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m trying to make sure we don’t starve.” He takes a loop of her hair and ties it tightly around his waist. He snatches up their basket--woefully empty--and, after petulantly picking up the apples that he’d knocked down, scurries up the trunk of the tree. 

“You’re running away!” She calls after him. He sticks his tongue out at her and keeps climbing. He gets to the higher branches and starts plucking apples. He takes the best ones he can find and works his way down.

In a knothole of the tree, a squirrel peeks curiously at him. He outstretches his hand so it can sniff it. It puts its tiny little paws on his finger and gazes up at him sweetly. Flynn grins--about time he had an animal companion that actually likes him. 

“Hey, little fella--” 

The accursed creature dives into his doublet. 

Flynn screams again, a flurry of wild giggles bursting out of him as he tries to grab the furry lump zipping around his shirt. He tries to unhook the clasps of his doublet but he loses his balance, toppling over the branch. The squirrel scampers away from the scene of the crime without a care in the world, leaving Flynn once again dangling face-to-face with a very smug Rapunzel. 

“Firstly, ow. Secondly, that was a giggle.” She puts her hands on her hips. He scoffs at her, but it doesn’t carry much weight--he’s spinning around like a lame piñata. He quickly frees himself from her hair and helps her pull it down off the branch. 

“No, that was a…manly…chortle.” He winces, then barrels on before Rapunzel can drown him out. “What will it take for you to drop this? Name your price.”

“Anything?” She bounces on her toes. 

“Anything.”

“Let me hear your laugh. Your real one. Not that weird, practiced one you do--” She pinches his arm. He scoffs. 

“I don’t practice--” She clamps a hand over his mouth. He rolls his eyes and submits. 

“I want to hear what Eugene sounds like. Not Flynn. I promise I’ll leave you alone after.” She pulls her hand away and gestures for him to speak. He straightens out his doublet, his hair, and regards her for a moment. 

“You drive a hard bargain, Blondie.” Flynn huffs. He wants to whine about his reputation, but Rapunzel looks at him so earnestly, like this is something that matters, and he simply sighs instead.

“Fine. But only for a minute--” He tries to be stern, but she leaps into his arms for a hug and he immediately loses his edge. 

“It’s not--you don’t have to make it a thing,” he mumbles, carding his hand through her hair. He catches himself and pulls away. She gives him a fond squeeze. 

“Of course it’s a thing. You’re letting me do this.” Rapunzel beams. 

“Only for, like, a few seconds. Don’t get ahead of yourself.” Flynn flaps a dismissive hand to distract from his rapidly-flushing face. 

“Ah-ah, I was promised a full minute.” She poises her hands like claws, ready to strike. “Are you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.” He swallows thickly, eyes trained on her hands. 

With a triumphant cry, Rapunzel launches herself at him. She scrambles up onto his back and locks her legs around him like a creature. In any other scenario, he’d barely even notice the weight on his back, but she’s poking him truly anywhere she can reach. Flynn wants to tease her for the poke he receives to the back of his head, but then the pokes gravitate towards his torso and he chokes on his words. 

He tries to strike a balance between fending Rapunzel off and making sure she doesn’t fall, but she’s clinging to him with no issue and he’s very much struggling. 

Flynn’s valiant in his effort to resist her, noble and unmoving—that is, until she finally gets her hands past his defenses and latches onto his stomach. He yelps and doubles over, shaking with snickers. She slips her hands under his doublet and coaxes sustained, embarrassingly bubbly giggles from him. It’s a sound foreign to his own ear.

His last memory of this is childhood, when the younger boys would dogpile him and try to bully him into one more story before bed. Even then, it’s a distant thing. Nothing like the vibrant pops of color and sparks currently driving him just a little insane. 

“I could’ve just done this when you broke into my tower,” Rapunzel muses, nestling her fingers into his sides. Flynn shrieks his way into full laughter. He tries to muffle himself, but she just tickles his ears until he slaps his hands over them instead. 

“I p-preferred the frying pan!” He squeaks, gasping in a deep, giggly breath. He feels Rapunzel roll her eyes. She worms her hands under his arms and his whole glorious life flashes before his eyes. He makes a desperate noise, some ugly combination of a cackle and a snort, and resigns to hide his face and die. Rapunzel giggles at him, all sweet and genuine, and he just retreats further into his demise. 

His knees buckle and before he knows it, he’s on his back in the grass and Rapunzel’s kneeling next to him. The last bits of his laughter fade on the breeze. 

She tucks a daisy behind his ear. He allows it. 

“Promise me something, Eugene?” She smooths her hands over his chest. He reaches up to hold one of her hands. 

“Anything.”

“Promise me you’ll smile more?” She looks at him so sincerely that it hurts. 

“I’ll think about it.” He shrugs. She scowls at him and pokes relentlessly at his stomach. 

“O-Okay! I will, I promise!” He laughs and grabs her hands. She gives his a squeeze. 

He notices just how green her eyes are, as if the vibrant meadow bestowed its perfect hue upon her for safekeeping. She smiles like dawn breaking over the mountains. Without thinking, he tucks a lock of hair behind her ear. His finger trails briefly against her rosy cheek.

Get it together, Fitzherbert. 

“It’s getting dark. I should—firewood.” Flynn clears his throat and stands. He helps her up. 

“Right. Of course. I’ll stay here and…apples.” She nods very seriously. An awkward, fond silence fills the space between the trees. The two of them stare at each other a little longer. 

“Eugene?” Rapunzel blinks at him. Atop her head, Pascal gestures fervently at him to kiss her.

“Going.” Flynn stumbles off towards the deeper woods, ignoring Pascal’s angry little squeaks. As soon as he’s out of potential view, he slumps against a tree and runs a hand over his face. 

Flynn Rider completely evacuates his post at the brain controls. Eugene wants him to stay—he could really use a suave one-liner or a good smolder right about now—but in truth, Flynn has no use here. Nothing is permanent for him. He runs from security, both literally and metaphorically. He’s got the same two moves, neither of which have ever worked on anyone important. 

Eugene Fitzherbert is the softie hyperventilating against a tree. He’s the one that’s considering actually staying in Corona for a day or so, just to take Rapunzel around the place. He’s the one that wants to spend the rest of his life laughing with her. He knows it with a certainty he’s never experienced. If he could pluck the sun from the sky for her, he would. He’d risk burning just to try. 

And it is Eugene, in all his giddy anxiety, that fails to see the witch lurking in the trees.

[thefreshprinceofjunes]

that soriku and the little mermaid gifset is killing me bc like

we have parallels between all the disney princess couples in the games and soriku???? i think??????? not just one but ALL?????????

like

snow white: probably weakest, but snow white ‘dead’ (asleep) and the prince saving her with love (ddd)

cinderella: also weaker but uhhhhh at the very least theres fairy godmother sending cinderella off to the ball to fufill her dream (MoM). and prince charming desperately looking for her is kinda?? soras journey in the first few games?????

sleeping beauty: ditto only true loves kiss breaking the spell (ddd) and also, aurora having a connection to prince phillip through her dreams (ddd/re:mind)

the little mermaid: ariel wants to leave the ocean and go explore another world. followed by eric looking for her, but shes been rEPLACED BY SOMEONE ELSE (VANESSA AKA NAMINE) WHOS USING SOMETHING OF HERS TO DISGUISE THEMSELF (ARIELS VOICE AKA THE METEOR SHOWER MEMORY) OH SHIT I JUST REALIZED THIS RIGHT AS IM TYPING THIS OUT WAIT WAIT HHOLD ON oOKAY okay im good im good now.  and then heres the gifset that started this all of course (kh2/re:coded)

beauty and the beast: right here babey! (kh1/kh2/ddd/com) + also this (chi)

aladdin: jasmine rebelling and sneaking out of the palace to go see the world. and this is from tvtropes but, ‘When Sora calls out for Riku after the second battle with the Parasite Cage, the staging of the scene is identical to when Aladdin called out for Jasmine after defeating Jafar in Agrabah: the Hero frantically calling out for their Love Interest as the room collapses around them while their allies drag them to safety.’ theres probably more with them but idk and its 4:30 am as i type this (kh1) ETA: aladdin and jasmine are directly compared to sora and riku in recom!

mulan: here + here >:^) (kh2 novel/ddd)

tangled: rapunzel wanting to leave her tower to see the world (kh3 novel) + this, after eugene is brought back to life with the power of true love (ddd)

and then frozen world doesnt even HAVE a couple BUT it does have anna and elsa! who are DIRECTLY compared to sora and riku!!! using the word love in english!!!! and the word used previously to describe rikus precious person in japanese (taisetsu)!!!!!!  here + here + multiple taisetsu links here

also uh???? anna frozen in ice??? sora frozen if you lose the yozora fight in re:mind???? hello???????????

ETA: okay wait there are some kristoff and anna parellels i forgot about/didnt think about IRT soriku LOL

(thank you @nobodyriku​)

literally the only disney princess couples (from the official disney princess lineup) that arent paralleled with soriku are pocahontas and (blech) john smith, and tiana and naveen. and thats bc those worlds arent in the games.

and HONORABLE MENTION goes to herc and megara. like even besides the taisetsu parallels, in the original movie theres herc diving into the river styx to save megaras soul. 

you know. like sora literally breaking time and space to save his friends, which starts with him following rikus light through the tunnel. where it kind of looks like hes swimming through water?????

and riku is the first one he finds

in. olympus.

like. do you see this. are we all seeing this. because holy moley, when you put it all together, its a lot

[roseworth]

hiii i was tagged to do this by @book-birb 💕💕💕

comfort show: either Parks and Rec or Community 😌 neither of them are perfect but they are entertaining to me and thats all that matters

comfort movie: Tangled always. i could probably recite the entire movie beginning to end but i still watch it all the time because i love it so dearly

comfort book: listen. i have not been reading many books in the last 5+ years and none of the books ive read could be considered comfort books </3 but if i can count comic books then id say either steph's Batgirl run or Quiver because steph and mia are my girlies 💕

comfort clothing: cropped sweatshirts!!!! one thing you need to know about me is that at least 75% of the shirts i wear on a regular basis are cropped. even when its freezing outside my stomach is OUT. its fashion baby!!! anyways i have so many cropped sweatshirts because it is very important for me to be able to pull my sleeves over my hands while also having my midriff out for the world to see

comfort song: depending on what kind of comfort im looking for its either Calm from the musical Ordinary Days, Almost Close by Blegh, Upside Down by Jack Johnson (<- yes i am so serious about this), or Snow by Ricky Montgomery

comfort game: i dont really play a lot of games tbh? i have a punch of puzzle games on my phone so i would count nonograms as a comfort game but thats about it lol ACTUALLY WAIT as i was typing this i remembered that webkinz would count as a comfort game for me <3 every once in a while i boot up webkinz and spend hours on it

comfort food: my answer has changed in that last year bc it used to be fruit snacks or pringles but last semester i got into the habit of buying lucky charms for a comfort food hehe :) it’s like $5 and you get a whole box babey!!!! that’s what i call smart spending!

anyways no pressure tags <3

@ashs-slut-hut @littledead-ridinghood @glacecakes @autisticredhood @covertblizzard @invisible-pink-toast @shinysteph

[tiny-cloud-dragon]

Tiny Cloud Dragon Headcanons - Christmas

It's his first ever Christmas, and his four dads go all out

Zack spends three hours out in the forest looking for the perfect tree. Perfectly cone shaped, with a small gap on one side so you know which side to put towards the wall.

Angeal goes shopping for the cutest mercury glass ornaments he can find. Regular ball ornaments are not good enough for Tiny Cloud dragon's first Christmas!

Genesis is in charge of decorating the appartment. Every light, garland, and bow is perfectly placed, and you had better not even breathe on his elaborate christmas village!

Sephiroth is in charge of wrapping gifts. No one can knife-edge a crease like Sephiroth. Odd-shaped, soft, lopsided, boxed...each gift is perfectly wrapped with precision, and most importantly, invisible seams/ends. The gifts are then hidden in Angeal's cleaning supply closet, which has child-proof locks

Decorating the tree takes over an hour. The lights have to be wound around at the correct distance from each previous round. Each ornament is placed on the tree, then an argument ensues about its placement. Then comes the argument over which type of garland would look best

Finally, the battle over whether tinsel icicles will go on the tree. Sephiroth is staunchly against them. He admits that they are pretty, and fun to put on, but then comes the deep regret for your design decision when it's time to take them off and you are still picking them out of the carpet two weeks later

Angeal and Zack both vote Nay, as visions of a tangled up Tiny Cloud dragon dance through their heads

Christmas Eve is spent wearing ugly Christmas sweaters, a crash course on Santa Clause, sipping hot chocolate, eating Christmas cookies and watching Tiny Cloud dragon stare delightedly at the tree and decorations.

He chirps happily and gently climbs through the christmas tree, the sparkling lights reflected in his eyes as he gazes at the pretty ornaments.

Tiny Cloud dragon explores the Christmas village, walking through it without disturbing a single piece. He almost bumps the clock tower, but moves his tail at the last second. Genesis adds a little liquor to his hot chocolate to calm his jingling nerves

Zack sits on the floor with Sephiroth and Genesis, holding Tiny Cloud dragon in his lap as Angeal reads The Night Before Christmas

A Christmas movie marathon ensues, and eventually everyone goes to bed so Santa can come and leave presents

Tiny Cloud dragon sleeps curled against Zack's neck, dreaming of lights and bells, and jolly fat elves shimmying down chimneys with sacks of toys

On Christmas morning Tiny Cloud dragon wakes and scampers out to the livingroom, chirping and peeping excitedly at all the presents under the tree

His four dads stand there watching their Smol son, taking picutres and making gleeful noises

Presents are opened in a flurry of shredded wrapping paper

Tiny Cloud dragon is delighted with the wonderful gifts Santa left

He spends a full hour batting at and scrabbling around in the piles of brightly colored wrapping paper bits, and darting in and out of the various now empty gift boxes and bags

Oh, the wonderfully crinkly sound of the tissue paper! And the bright and shiny paper scraps that make such nice rattling sound when you burrow into them! And the dark and mysterious boxes and gift bags! Santa is a truly marvelous being!

The four dads watch, dumbfounded, yet amused as the tiny dragon plays with the trash instead of the toys. Their babey would get the hang of Christmas one day.

[buchimgay]

get to know me meme

thank you for the tag @purahs !! tagging @kirkwallgremlin @rosewoodcasket @vakarians-girl @icarlydotcorn

name/nickname: isabella (some people call me bells/bella)

gender: cis woman

star sign: virgo

height: 5′3

time: 9:43 p.m.

birthday: september 16

favorite bands: the 1975, the fratellis, band of horses, the frights, arctic monkeys

favorite solo artist: lady lamb, lorde, hozier, lady gaga

song stuck in my head: the boring cello music that plays in velen in the witcher 3

last movie: the sound of music (rip christopher plummer :(( )

last show: guy’s grocery games (yes this is unironic i’m a guy fieri stan)

when did you create this blog: september 2013, babey

what do I post: on this blog? general gaming posts, films, memes, stuff that fits my ~aesthetic~. my sideblog is mostly dragon age though.

last thing googled: this italian restaurant near me because i wanted to see if i could tell by their menu whether it would be worth ordering for dinner. i decided it did not look that good.

do I get asks: not on this blog but yes on my DA blog and sometimes they’re even nice.

why I chose my url: i actually just changed to this URL recently (it used to be hell5bell5) but i wanted a pun on binch because my other URL has “bitch” in it so i sort of wanted them to match? and i like to cook a lot but i’m also a salty person so i thought abinchofsalt was cute.

following: 239

followers: 619. i have more on my sideblog.

average hours of sleep: probably 6-8?

lucky number: 6

instruments: i’m very novice at bass and guitar (don’t practice mine much anymore) and i could also probably pick up violin again if i really wanted to (but i don’t)

what am I wearing: pajama shirt

dream job: probably being a food writer, or a music journalist, or a film journalist. idk i could write a lot about things i’m passionate about but it wouldn’t pay the bills

dream trip: i want to visit the sonoran desert (or any of the deserts in the american west) so bad :’( i was gonna go to joshua tree last march but coronavirus ruined it for me

last book i read: i got about two chapters into the calling this summer and wanted to die so i haven’t read anything since. honestly i don’t know how i got through a gaider book before at all.

favorite food: it’s a tie between pierogi and hot pot and pho

nationality: american (derogatory)

favorite song: lately “tangles” by lady lamb

top three fictional universes: the elder scrolls, star wars, dragon age

[paradox-psyc-hoe-sis]

Bruce Banner headcanons Babey

Bruce Banner x reader, slight Tony Stark x reader (platonic)

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: none!!!

A/n: hi! These aren't any specific category of headcanons, it's just stuff that dating Bruce would include. There's stuff about how you both would spend christmas, quarantine, etc. Just some cute fluff. Love ya'll - Aphro-frickin-dite

• Bruce is obsessed with tea.

• You will NEVER catch him without a mug in his hand. Whether it's earl grey, chamomile, matcha or English breakfast, he'll always be drinking tea.

• He also knows the different properties of tea and when you should drink them because he just loves tea so much.

• "Babe, look at this! I just found out that berry herbal tea can help with migraines."

• He also loves to cook, it's one of his biggest passions.

• He'll cook you dinner all the time, constantly buying new books to spot any new recipes.

• When he's stressed, the first place he goes is the lab. Being around the technology and whiteboards packed with equations brings him peace, for some reason.

• You both kiss in the lab so often that Tony often doesn't let you inside.

• "Open the fucking door, Antony."

"Fine, but if you start making out with Brucey then you'll have to give me a kiss too!"

• You and Tony having this weird frenemy kind of relationship. He didn't like you two being at such close proximity first because he thought it would distract Bruce, but he sees how you make him so much happier so he can't help but like you.

• Okay so we all know Bruce doesn't sleep much, the poor dude's an insomniac.

• But he always sleeps so much better when he has you in his arms, just knowing that you're there and he can keep you safe.

• But on those nights where he just cannot drift off, he likes to do something fun.

• He'll wake you up just after midnight and will (quietly) play some old fashioned music, and you'll both sleepily slow dance in the middle of your room.

• In fact, it was more Steve's music taste who influenced Bruce than Tony's, Bruce was never a fan of the whole 90s rock thing.

• He mainly listens to music from the late 30s, classical music like Tchaikovsky, or 70s dance music. He has three moods.

• Sometimes you'll walk into the kitchen to find Bruce, dancing to Gimme Gimme Gimme by Abba, while cooking dinner.

• He's such a cuddler omg.

• Although he isn't a big fan of PDA, he is a monster for affection when it's only the both of you.

• Cold winter mornings, cuddling in bed under 50 million blankets. Your legs intertwined, just a messy tangle of limbs.

• Bruce is always warm. No matter what the weather, he's practically a human radiator.

• He loves it when you play with his hair.

• Just loosely running your fingers through it will drive him insane.

• He's always so scared to kiss you! Even ages after you both spent your first intimate night together, he always gets really nervous to come and kiss you, so usually you have to initiate it.

• Despite this, he loves giving you tiny pecks on the lips and nose. Never really one for making out, but he just loves planting tiny kisses across your face.

• Coming back from a mission is when he needs affection most. He'll hug you so tight against your chest, desperate to get you closer to him every second.

• He loves your singing voice, and whenever he gets really anxious you'll sing to calm him down.

• Even if you don't think you can sing very well, he could spend his entire life having you sat next to him, quietly singing some of his favourite songs.

• Although the man has two left feet, he LOVES to dance. But only around you. He'd never let any of the avengers catch him dancing, but with you, he feels truly comfortable and will dance forever.

• He loves watching and analysing movies, so expect lots of movie nights together.

• You always force him to watch musicals and disney movies and he pretends to hate it, but secretly he absolutely loves it.

• Pulling all nighters together in the lab can be a mixed bag.

• One time you pulled an all nighter, you were both super serious and put all of your attention on your work, not wasting any time to fuss about each other.

• Another time you pulled an all nighter, Tony left the lab to grab some coffee and returned to find you and Bruce re-enacting the scene from titanic on top of one of the tables, both of you screaming "My Heart Will Go On" at the top of your lungs.

• Whenever the holidays come around you both go all out. Even if neither of you actually celebrate them religiously, you love to put loads of decorations up and play Christmas music all the damn time.

• It kinda drives the rest of the avengers crazy.

• But on Christmas day, you and Bruce plan all the festivities for the group. He'll cook christmas lunch, you'll be in charge of movies and presents, and you'll both definitely be wearing matching ugly Christmas sweaters.

• He's your biggest supporter, and you're his. He just adores you and worships every fibre of your being, and he often wonders how he managed to get someone as beautiful as you. And when he's had a rough day and is full of insecurities, your the first person to remind him of how intelligent and kind he is.

• Y'all are a power couple I'll tell you that.

• When quarantine started, it wasn't easy for either of you. It made you both super stressed and paranoid, but you were self isolating together and that was all that mattered.

• Bruce kinda getting a cult following on Tumblr and Twitter, having over 12k followers. Because his fans (well, technically the Hulk's fans) love you so much, you both like to release little videos to let them know you're doing well while in lockdown.

• "Hey guys, it's Bruce and y/n here, we just wanted to let you all know that we're healthy and happy at home."

"Yeah, although it's been driving us up the wall, staying at home is the most important thing for us and the world. So stay home and stay safe! And don't forget to wash your hands. Unlike Bruce, who doesn't wash his hands after he pees..."

"Hey! I wash my hands after I pee!"

[Incoherent laughing]

• You both learn from each other so much and inspire the other to be a better person.

• I want 🤧

[comphersjost]

Contact (Four Times You Asked Him to Cuddle and the One Time He Asked You) ➸ Connor Brown

downtown connor brown babey! i honestly love this one so much i worked so hard on it and im really proud of how it turned out! i hope you enjoy!

words: 4.5k+

warnings: none really? a little angsty towards the end, a lot of cuddling and fluff and mutual pining. very brief mention of cancer and death in part IV

summary: you always need physical contact, always being touched and held by someone around you. when you’re left alone with Connor, the one you don’t really know too well, he’s really your only option before you go insane.

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I.

You needed physical contact. You craved it, actually. If someone wasn't touching you at any moment in time you were uncomfortable. It was okay for short periods of time but now it had been hours. You were currently in Mitch’s apartment, sitting curled up on his couch, and Mitch was out getting groceries. He'd left you with Connor fucking Brown and no one to cuddle or touch or hug or anything. And no fucking way were you going to ask Connor to cuddle you.

Well, maybe you were. You'd glanced over at Connor and least 6 times in the past 3 minutes, the lack of contact driving you insane. You've been shifting in your seat, unable to get comfortable, and your leg was shaking up and down so fast you thought it would fall off and you couldn't even focus on whatever episode of Brooklyn Nine-Nine Mitch had left on before he ran out to do some shopping. Steph or Mitch or Auston were usually touching you or letting you touch them in some way, but now you were here. Alone. With Connor. And you were going out of your mind.

“Connor?” you finally work up the courage to let out a weak whimper of his name.

“Took you long enough,” Connor hummed, turning his head to look at your confused face. He sighed. “You've been looking at me like you want to ask me something every 5 seconds. What's up Y/N?”

You look down at your hands, fiddling with your fingers. “Can I-would it be okay if-I-” you can't seem to find the right words until you look back up at him. “I just really need physical contact, like, all the time and was wondering if it would be okay with you if we cuddle?” You blurt out, the words rushing out so fast you're not sure if he understood you. It takes a second for the words to register with Connor, and he starts to blush.

“Yeah,” he breathes, lifting his arm for you to crawl over and tuck yourself under, “Of course, honey, c’mere.” You’ve never scooted across a couch so fast. Both you and Connor could feel the tension in your body flow out as your curled up with your head on his chest. “Hey,” Connor murmurs as your shaking slows down. His arm pulls you in closer to, situating you in his lap and your feet hanging off his thighs. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” Your head is laid on his broad chest, and you can hear his heartbeat thundering in your ear. “M’sorry to put you on the spot, just Mitch or Steph or Aus sometimes are usually there for me to-”

“Cuddle?” Connor chuckles, vibrations running through you at the rumble in his chest.

“Not necessarily,” you whine, trying to press yourself closer to ease the trembling in your body. “Just need them to touch me somehow, or let me touch them.”

Now that Connor thought about it, one of the three always was touching you in some way, whether holding your hand, or sitting in their lap, or hugging you from behind. He usually tried not to think about it, not liking the way seeing you with Auston or Mitch flared jealousy in the pit of his stomach. Yeah Mitch was in a relationship but still. Now things made more sense, but it didn't help settle the jealousy.

“Why didn't you ask me earlier?” he rests his cheek against your head, whispering into your ear.

“I don't know,” you murmured, embarrassed, “thought it might be weird ‘n I thought I could handle it, I guess. But it was driving me crazy.”

Connor only hums at your responds and says, “Don't be afraid to ask again.” You don't respond to that, letting your eyes flutter half-way closed to keep your eyes on the show that you could finally pay attention to.

It felt like hours that you stay there, tangled up in Connor’s arms. At some point, he had laid down, picking you up by the hips and holding you in the air while he shifted - holy shit he was so strong and so big - and then placed you back to lay on top of him, pulling your head back to lay on his chest.

You don't think you've ever been this comfortable cuddling with anyone else, not even Auston. You'd begun to feel sleepy when the door to Mitch’s apartment flew open with a slam.

“I’m back bitches!” Mitch cries and you scramble to get off of Connor. “How do we feel about- oh. I didn't realize you were-”

“We weren't!” you exclaim frantically. “It’s not - I’m not - we weren't-” Mitch has a smirk on his face and Connor’s eyes are wide, red hair tousled from how you'd been playing with it. “We weren't-”

“Relax, Y/N, I'm kidding,” Mitch laughs, “I get it, sometimes you just need to cuddle and I abandoned you with Connor.” With that, Mitch turned to walk into the kitchen and started to put away groceries. “Anyways, so Steph is coming over for dinner and I was thinking…”

You tune him out to look at Connor, he seems hurt at what Mitch said, and you realize that Marner’s choice of words wasn't exactly the best. “He didn't abandon me, Con,” you say softly, and he snaps his head towards you. “I didn't feel like that, I swear. I just - I felt weird about asking because - you've never - we've never, and I didn't know if you were gonna take it weird or-”

“Y/N,” Connor interrupts you with a hand covering yours. “It’s okay. I understand okay? And you're a good cuddler, whenever you need contact again, just tell me okay? I wouldn't be opposed - at all. Okay?”

“Okay, Con,” a smile plays on your lips. “Thank you.” Before you can talk yourself out of it, you lean over to press a soft kiss to his cheek before getting up to help Mitch put away groceries.

You don't look back. And you don't see Connor’s cheeks light up, or see him touch the spot where your lips were.

II.

Connor knew you were uncomfortable. Even with Auston’s arms wrapped around you while he flirted with some girl, you were tense. The blonde was glaring at you everytime she wasn't batting her eyelashes at Auston. You didn't like the attention, it made you anxious and you eventually had enough. Squirming out of Auston’s grip, you nudged him with your elbow.

“Get out of here,” you sighed, motioning to the girl when he looks at you with a frown. “I love you to death, thank you, but go home with her, Auston, she's about to kill me.”

“You're the best, angel!” Auston hugs you quickly, “I’ll make it up to you, I promise!”

You laugh quietly, turning back to lean on the bar of the club you'd been dragged out to. Mitch and Steph were nowhere to be seen - probably making out somewhere - and the thought of Connor hadn't even crossed your mind. You take the first empty stool at the bar and try to reel yourself back in, but your leg was starting to shake again and you felt empty.

“Hey,” a voice murmurs in your ear, giant arms wrapping around you from behind. You tense for a moment before breathing a sigh of relief when you realize who it is.

“Hey Con.” You lean back into him, letting your head fall on his shoulder.

“You okay?” Connor’s lips are by your ear, and even though he was touching you, his closeness was almost overwhelming.

“Yeah,” you say, your tone not convincing at all. “You?”

You feel him shrug. “Kinda wanna go home, too many people here.”

You turn in your seat, his arms still hold you. “Do you, maybe, wanna go back to mine? Just watch a movie and cuddle or something?” You feel ashamed that you're asking him, but you're a little buzzed right now and you want to be close to him for as long as you can.

“Yeah,” he smiles timidly at you. “That actually sounds perfect.” You grin at him, and then he's taking your hand and pulling you out of the club you'd been in with the team, dragging you towards his car. You laughed as you ran through the parking lot, scrambling into his car as quickly as you could.

“Ugh, that was exhausting,” you say as soon as you're on the road. “There's so many people, and Steph and Mitch were like teenagers, oh and that girl that Auston was flirting with looked like she wanted to fucking kill me.”

Connor burst out a laugh, keeping one hand on the wheel and placing the other hand in the middle of your seats. “Yeah, it’s overwhelming sometimes huh?” You blink at the way he placed his hand palm up, it seems like an offer. You take it, pulling his hand into your lap. You smile over at him while you play with his fingers, only to see him already sneaking glances at you.

“It's so overwhelming,” you whine quietly.

Connor’s only been to your apartment a handful of times but the way he's driving over there it almost seems like he makes the trip on a daily basis.

The moment you get up to your apartment, you're getting changed into leggings and a t-shirt, handing Connor a pair of sweatpants and a shirt that Mitch had left at yours in case he wanted to crash there. When you go back into your bedroom to get a hoodie, you ignore the way that his formal clothes are laying on the floor as if they belong there. As if they’d been there for a long time.

The moment both of you are changed and comfortable you're laying on top of Connor on your couch, a Netflix movie playing on the TV. You ignore the heat that you feel from his hand when it slips under your hoodie and t-shirt to hold you to him. You try to ignore the way he strokes your hair and nuzzles his face into your neck from time to time. And you ignore the feeling that this the way that things are supposed to be.

III.

To say that Connor was surprised to see you at his door was an understatement. Your mascara was smudged and your hair was a little messed, but you up but holy fuck you were still beautiful.

“Y/N,” he blink in surprise when he swings the door open. “Hey, what's up?” You don't answer, pushing past him into his apartment. You grab his hand and barely take your shoes off before your dragging him through his apartment to his bedroom. You let go of his hand for a moment to unzip your hoodie and throw it on the floor.

It's only when you're crawling under the covers of Connor’s bed that he breaks out of his stupor. You raise an eyebrow at him, waiting for him to join you. You notice for the first time that he’s wearing a worn-out t-shirt and flannel pajama bottoms. A smile plays on Connor’s lips when he reaches behind his back and pulls his shirt over his head and lets it drop to the ground. Your lips part in shock for a moment, but he sees it.

“What?” he challenges you with a smirk. “It’s my house and my bed and I’m gonna be as comfortable as I want.”

“That’s fair,” you shrug. “Now c’mere, I wanna cuddle.” You pout for a moment, causing him to chuckle. You try not to stare at his bare chest as he crawls into bed next you. When he pulls you into his body, you notice that he's so warm that you can feel the heat radiating off of him even through your thin cotton shirt. This is the first time you've cuddled against his bare skin, and it’s intoxicating to feel him against you.

You feel safe in Connor’s arms. You feel like home. And you want to kiss him so badly. Before you can put together a list in your head of why you absolutely should not kiss him, Connor speaks.

“What's up? What happened?” You groan quietly and bury your face in the crook of his neck.

“An old…” you pause for a moment, not sure what to call Jaxon, “acquaintance from high school was in town and wanted to get coffee. I thought he might’ve changed since I last saw him and I said yes. He got a little touchy, not in a good way.” Your words come out muffled, seeing as your mouth was squished in the spot between his neck and his shoulder, but you still feel him tense.

“I’ll kill him,” Connor growls. Shit, that was hot. “I swear to God, if he ever touches you again I’ll fucking murder him.”

“Woah, hey.” You lift your head to look Connor in the eye. You reach up to smooth out the wrinkles on his forehead from how deeply his eyebrows were furrowed. You lay a hand on his cheek, watching as his frown lessens a bit. “He doesn't deserve my time, Con, much less yours.” Your thumb strokes across his cheek, under his eye, before you realize how intimate this whole situation is.

Your eyes widen before you move to pull your hand away. Before you can, Connor catches your wrist places your hand on the side of his neck. By habit, your fingers curl around the back of his neck, threading through his hair. You lay your head back down, not seeing Connor’s eyes flicker to your lips for just a moment.

You're feeling rather bold, however, and press a soft kiss to Connor’s bare shoulder, mumbling a soft thank you. Connor says nothing, but his arms tighten around you and he lays his head against yours.

As you both drift off to sleep, he can't help but think that he's so screwed.

IV.

I need you. Can you come over? The moment Connor gets the text he's pulling on a hoodie and grabbing his keys.

On my way. comes his responds not even a minute after you hit send. You'd never actively texted or called Connor first when you needed something. He was always a last resort, something you're not sure if he knew. But somehow the ginger had wormed his way into your heart and to the top of your list.

He’d recently been the one you reached for out of instinct. When the team was hanging out at someone’s house, or after a game or event, or when you both got tired of the crowdedness of a bar. Connor was kind, and warm, and he felt safe. And you needed him.

15 minutes after you’d sent the text, there was a knock on your door. You scrambled to get the door, pulling Connor in by the arm as soon as the door is open. “Con,” you mumble against his chest, trying to get him as close as possible. Connor’s thick arms wrap around you, holding you impossibly tight.

“Hey, hey, hey, sweetheart, what is it? What’s wrong?” Connor’s voice is laced with so much concern that it makes you emotional, amd it takes a moment for him to register the shaking of your body as crying. He snaps out of his daze when you sniff softly against his chest. “Oh, fuck, honey, no.”

Your throat feels swollen, you can’t speak, so you nuzzle deeper into him. Connor slowly walks you back towards your bedroom, fumbling to lock the door with a one hand without looking, and keeping his arms wrapped around you. He just takes his shoes off as you let yourself fall on to the bed in his arms.

“Baby,” Connor whispers, “baby, what is it? What's wrong?” You sob against him, curling up against him to try and block everything else out. This is the first time Connor has seen you cry, much less this distraught, and it hurts him to see you in so much pain.

“Please, Y/N,” Connor pleads, “just-just talk to me, how can I make this better?”

“Just hold me, please, Connor.” Your voice sounds so weak and broken and Connor would burn even the world down in its entirety if it’s causing you pain. “Please, I can’t lose you too.” Your words make Connor remember you telling Mitch about a childhood friend of yours two weeks prior. She was sick, and they’d run out of options. You just hadn't expected this so soon.

“Oh honey, she’s gone isn't she?” You only sob harder at that. “I’m never leaving you. I swear, Y/N, I���m right here, I promise you’ll never lose me.”

You’re laying there for hours before your sobs finally come to a stop. Connor has held you the entire time, the pressure encircling you helping calm you down even just a little bit.

“Connor?” you finally whimpered, voice raw after hours of crying.

“Yeah?” he hums softly, his eyes staying trained on the ceiling.

“Connor,” you say, stronger this time. He turns to look down at you, only for his lips to meet your mouth. He groans as your lips move against him, one hand coming up to cup to your neck.

Your mouth is soft and needy, and the whimpers that are escaping are addictive.

“Fuck,” he hisses against your lips, “fuck, I never thought-we can’t-Y/N.”

“Con.” Your mouth is back on his to cut him off, desperate to be close to him. His jaw is jutting gently against yours as he moves, as if drawing something from you.

“Y/N, wait,” he moans softly, pulling back, “we can’t.”

Your eyes widen. “Fuck, I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-” you scramble to untangle yourself from Connor’s body before he stops you and pulls you back into him.

“It’s okay, darlin’, it’s alright,” he murmurs against your hair. “Let’s just talk about this when you’re not grieving okay?”

You relent and bury your head back into his neck. You never did talk about it.

V.

You and Connor hadn't talked about the kiss since it happened 3 weeks ago. He was there for you when you needed him, let you go through your grieving process with him and your other friends by his side. But other than that, your relationship had remained strictly platonic. Soft kisses on the cheek were exchanged here and there but that was the extent of it. But holy fuck, you wanted to kiss him again so badly.

He wanted to kiss you, too, but he’d been holding back, pulling away from you emotionally and trying to bury his feelings. Connor thought that the kiss came from your grief, that you just needed comfort at the time, and he refused to believe that you reciprocate his feelings for you.

Sleep didn't come easy for you lately; it never did but the past few days especially. The boys were on a road trip, and Steph had gone to visit her family. You missed your friends, not just the contact, but them. But most of all, you missed Connor. Yeah you missed his hugs, and cuddling with his 6’0 frame, but you also missed his voice, and his eyes, and his jokes, and the way he laughed at the dumb things the boys would do. You missed him a lot.

So at 3 am when Connor’s name flashes across your phone screen, you feel overrun with panic. The boys had just gotten back the night before, and you assumed that he would be catching up on sleep, so you had sent a simple text when you knew his plane landed saying good job on the roadie! proud of you. You hesitate for a moment before picking up the phone.

“Hey,” you breathe when you lift the phone to your ear. “Connor, how are you?”

“Oh,” Connor sounds surprised, and your heart sinks for a moment. “Hi, I-I didn't think you’d be awake.”

“Well, I am,” you reply. “Everything okay? I thought you’d be sleeping.”

“I thought you were sleeping,” he chirps back, causing you to laugh softly.

You hesitate for a moment. “I actually, haven't really been sleeping much lately.”

“Oh, why? Are you okay? Is something wrong?” Connor sounds so worried and concerned that it almost makes you angry. Who is he to play with your feelings like this?

“I don't know,” you restraint yourself from snapping at him. “It just happens sometimes.”

“Oh.” You were getting really sick of that.

You sighed, “Look, Connor, is there a reason you called me at 3 in the morning?” Connor stutters for a second at the question.

“I-uh, I really just, I wanted to hear your voice.” The confession leaves you a little breathless. Is he serious? He speaks again, softer this time. “I miss you.”

“Connor are you drunk?”

“What? No.” He sounds kind of offended it almost makes you laugh. There's shuffling in the background and you think he must be moving from wherever he was sitting or laying. He sighs again. “Listen, I, do you - can you come over? You don't have to - obviously - but I -”

“Give me 15 minutes,” you say, cutting of his rambling. The line clicks before he has a chance to respond.

You’re knocking softly at his door 14 minutes later. He opens it and you can’t help but stare at him. He looks like hell but damn, he's as attractive as ever. He’s wearing a worn Leafs shirt and black sweats, his red hair is all messy and there are bags under his eyes.

“You said 15 minutes,” he grumbles, pulling you into his chest. “It’s been 14.”

“I don't know why you’re complaining, I got here faster than expected,” you quip back. He only hums, dropping his head to rest on your shoulder. He unzips your hoodie and drags it off of you, leaving you in only a pair of his sweatpants that he’d left at your place 2 weeks ago and a black sports bra. You shudder when he presses a soft kiss to your bare shoulder.

“I missed you so much,” he whispers against your skin. Another kiss. “I couldn't sleep without you on the road.” Another kiss.

“Connor.” The warning in your voice is clear, but he only presses one more kiss to your shoulder and extracts himself from you. Taking your hand he pulls you along with him towards his bedroom. And - is that? Is he? “Connor, why are you limping?”

His hand tightens around yours, but he doesn't look back, kicking the door closed behind him as you both enter the bedroom. “It’s nothing, just got hit kinda hard,” he mumbles.

“Connor,” you pull him back, making him stop in the middle of the room. You reach out to touch his face, noticing a cut above his eyebrow that you hadn't seen before. You run your fingers along the cut, then down to his jaw. “What happened?”

Connor sighs. “You saw the fight?” Of course you did, Connor had launched himself at Sidney Crosby to defend Morgan.

“Yeah, but I didn't realize-”

“It was this bad?” he smiles sadly. “Yeah it was bad, no one really knew it was until we were on the plane home.”

“Oh, fuck, Con, why didn't you say something?” You step closer to him, now having to crane your neck to look him in the eye.

“I just wanted to go home, Y/N,” he says, sounding defeated. “I just wanted to go home and see you.” You freeze when his hands come up to cup your face. His hands are so big, they pretty much cover your entire face.

“Connor…”

“Listen to me,” he pleads. “I can't - please I just - I can't stop thinking about you, I can't stop thinking about that kiss and the way that you felt. I thought that maybe, maybe it meant as much to you as it did to me, but maybe you just needed me to be there for you, and I tried to be, I tried so hard, but I - Y/N I need you. I’m falling in love with you, Y/N. I want to kiss you all the time, and I want to be able to touch you because I just want to, and not wait for you to ask me to hold you. And when I come home, Y/N, I want to come home to you.”

“Connor-”

“Please.” Connor squeezes his eyes shut, and he sounds broken, defeated, desperate. “I love you.”

You reach up to nudge your nose against his. “Connor.” You feel his breath catch against your mouth, and you lean up further to fit your lips together. He lets out a soft whimper when your mouths press together softly. You hum in response, curling your fingers around his neck to tangle in his hair.

Your lips are like pieces of a puzzle, they fit perfectly together, made for each other. His thumbs swipe across your cheeks, incredibly soft for how huge they are - how huge he is. His hands slide down from your face to your hips. And then he bends to grip your thighs and pick you up so that your legs are wrapped around his waist - well, more around his abs than his hips. You break away from him for a moment to gasp Connor’s name against his lips before he’s kissing you again. Fuck he's so good.

You pull your mouth away from his to trail kisses down his neck. “I can't stop thinking about you either,” you whisper at you mouth at his jaw. “Can’t get you out of my head, been wanting to kiss you for months.” He lets out a moan at the words, and then again when your teeth scrape against his pulse. “Thought you didn't want to kiss me after the first time. I thought you didn't feel the same.”

“Baby,” he moans as you slide your tongue along his skin. “I love you. I’m sorry I made you feel like that.”

“Don't apologize,” you murmur. “Can I-?”

“Leave a mark,” he moans, “Mark me up as much as you want, I’m yours.” You whimper at his words, taking his invitation immediately and sucking a bruise into his collarbone. You leave more marks, reveling in the noises falling from his lips. “Can I just hold you? And kiss you?” Connor sounds hesitant, as if expecting you to say no.

“Yeah,” you breathe, lifting your head to kiss him again. Connor moves the two of you onto his bed, laying back so that you’re laying on top of him. He tilts your chin up to press his lips against yours.

“What the fuck?” you say, staring at him. He raises an eyebrow expectantly, waiting for you to elaborate. “You’re so pretty.” Connor laughs suddenly.

“What?”

“You're just, you look really good like this,” you mumble shyly. “With your hair all messed up and you’re blushing and you have hickies everywhere and -” He shuts up your rambling with a kiss.

“You’re beautiful, so fucking gorgeous,” he moves back to stare at you, his eyes moving to look at you with soft, loving eyes. “I can’t believe you’re here.”

You panic for a moment. “Oh shit, Connor, I love you too by the way.” He giggles - actually giggles - and presses his lips to yours.

The two of you spend the rest of the night just kissing to make up for lost time, whispering I love you’s against each other’s skin. 

[internetremix]

If you guys could be any non Legendary Pokemon, what would you be and why?

2This one ended up VERY LONG so discussion below the cut:

Kristen: Um. Oh no this is hard. My kneejerk reaction to these is always Mew because Mew is my favorite Pokemon. Smol kickass pink cat, excellent.Phill: Bidoof. Easy. Hands down objectively best PokemonKristen: I'm just imagining Bidoof with a Phill beard now. Amazing. BUT I CANNOT PICK A LEGENDARY POKEMON SO. Uh.  Um. I mean Charizard is super cool and then I could be a big badass dragon but like I CAN'T BE A BIG?? THAT WOULD BE HARD I'd probably be super clumsy and burn shit. ...So I also can't be Fletchling cause then I'm also gonna burn shit on accident. Dragonair is super neat but like THEY LONG I feel like I'd get tangled up. Espeon and Umbreon are cool?? Uh maybe an Espeon?? They seem too cool for me.  I'm bad at this, I haven't played Pokemon in like a million years and I get self conscious every time I pick something cool cause I'm like "no I'd fuck up being cool". Slyveon maybe?? My fiance just said I'd be a Plusle but I don't accept it.

...fuck it Espeon. Espeon is neat but also it cute fuck it live ur dreams to be kinda cool.Atwas: It's okay Kristen. Charizard is only 5'7". But I guess even that would be a massive jump in height. :^)Kristen: ListenAtwas: :^)Kristen: RudeUprising: idk what i would BE, i know my favorite pokemon but thats chepap. my brother said shiny alolan ninetails bc it is pink, white, and has flowy hair so that sounds accurate.Alex: My favorite pokemon is magikarp but i would probably be exploudKristen: And now I'm just imagining Magikarp with Alex's hair.Jojo: ugh. why do you have to ask me this. now I have to get out my list of literally every pokemon... Either Eevee, Dratini, or Chatot. OR RIOLU! riolu is a goodie. I have  a feeling Scott would be a Buneary but that's not my place to say.Kristen: Good choices JoojJojo: /);w;(\Split: Kristens a torchic that never evolves lmaoKristen: NO ...maybe.Jojo: I actually thought about it. I have the perfect pokemon for youKristen: ...alright, hit me.Alex: Ok.

Kristen: OW! Alex why? ;A;Alex: You said hit me.Split: PffffhahahaJojo:  #742, Cutiefly.

Kristen: ...I mean. It is smol and blonde, which I currently am.Split: Yep. It you. Congrats.Kristen: SIGH I mean. It’s very cute.Jojo: By the way I think that’s it’s actual size.Split: LMAOJojo: OH MY GOD IT’S LITERALLY KRISTEN

Kristen: NOSplit: I call being the trainer of this band of misfitsKristen: I’M SMOL BUT NOT THAT SMOL!Jojo: You are that smol.Split: Joj shes like an inch or two shorter than youJojo: NO?? SHE’S LIKEKristen: HA!Jojo: SHH! THAT’S NOT TRUEKristen: IT’S TOTALLY TRUEAlex: "The wild Kristen eats approximately ten times her body weight each day"Split: If only.Jojo: ohmygodkristenI found your other one

Kristen: NOSplit: Joj that ones youKristen: He's right it's smol and blueAlex: yeah that's youJojo:  NO IM A RIOLUSplit: Which one was thatAlex: babby lucarioJojo: That boy

Split: But are you sureJojo: YES THAT'S MEKristen: Why do you get to be the cool oneAlex: i still think dratini is best choice for jojKristen: I agree.Split: Are you baby martial artist or baby huggy bearJojo: I AM STRONG YOU FUCKAlex: huggy bear it isSplit: But do you fightJojo: YESSplit: BullshitJojo:  DUKE UP YOU CHEEKY POPPETSplit: AightKristen: I can't believe Jooj is a huggy bearJojo: NoOooOo IM DRATINISplit: Thats the snake one right? The long blue dragon snake.Alex: 

Jojo: yeSplit: Oh yuh thats also joj. I still think huggy bear but ill settle for dratini.Jojo: even looks like my fursona holy shitSplit: Secrets outJojo: MOTHERFUCKER YOU HUUGGY BEAR. it's not really a secret anymoreSplit: It never wasssssKristen: I can't believe Jojo gets to be a fucking dragon and I'm a tiny fly that eats 10 times its bodyweight. Oh it's bug/fairy. I guess that's interesting.Jojo: hehehefairyAlex: real talk i based it on the math that an average human eats 2.5 kg of cooked food per dayKristen: Huh, interestingSplit: We gave you so many options other than the .4 inch bug thing kristenKristen: ....I mean I can see Cutiefly, Fletching or Torchick tbhJojo: OH MY GOD LOOK AT THIS ABSOLUTE UNIT

HIS NAME. IS BUZZSWOLE.Kristen: lmao that looks like a Digimon. Is that real?Walrus: He is real. And he will punch your spirit.Kristen: SOUNDS FAKE BUT OKAlex: you question the might of our lord and savior buzzwoleJojo: no he'll punch everything and then literally use your spirit as a sweat rag! LOOK AT THIS FUCKIN JOJO ASS CHARACTER!Split: It took me a whole 2 seconds to realize you meant the anime and not yourself(edited)Alex: our joj does have bizarre adventures to be fairSplit: You right you rightJojo: :,)Split: I could just hear your soul crackJojo: I'm glad. anyway look at this other kristen pokemon.

Kristen: No, I am drawing the line, no. You can't keep googling "what's the most harmless looking dust mote of a pokemon" and then say IT'S KRISTENJojo: NOO THAT'S NOT TRUE I'll tell you what. if you were a legendary pokemon you'd be Jirachi. that mf is p o w e r f u lKristen: Aw gosh. Wait didn’t we say MG would be edgy jirachi?Alex: her original character a jirachi-darkrai fusionJojo: I WAS JUST THINKING ABOUT DARKRAI or a very smol GiratinaKristen: I do not know enough about this pokemon to comment.Alex: Giratina is Pokemon Satan.Kristen: Ah. Okay. Of course. Of course Pokemon Satan is a thing.Alex: 

Kristen: ...Oh it’s MG.Split: I distinctly remember pokemon satan ending up being a good guyJojo: so was darkraiKristen: I can't believe you just spoiled DMP and now I gotta cancel it.Alex: Satan: He's An Alright Guy!Split: P sure darkrai killed kidsKristen: ...it's fine don't worry about itAlex: Movie Darkrai was alright I thought? There are a whole lot of child murderin' pokemon out there to be fair.Split: Oh movie darkrai was futily attempting to stop the collapse of the universeIf i remember rightJojo: he also became attached to a childSplit: Big shrug on that sub plot its been yearsAlex: we have one hundred percent abandoned the original question. welcome to internet remixKristen: Yeeeep. Getting back on topic, I think Split would be Absol or Houndoom.Jojo: OOOOHHH I didn’t even think of AbsolSplit: Nah im the trainer

Alex: but consider: girafarigSplit: What isAlex: mostly i chose it because "aesthetic"

Kristen: PFFFT HAHAHASplit: Nah. Meanwhile, Kristen callin out my favorite pokemon as a kid. Regardless ive already grabbed a hat, tell tale sign of any trainer. Ive started walking the path every 13 year old must walk in their livesKristen: Pretty sure trainers start at 10?Split: Nah i mean im leaving my region for new boundsKristen: So brave. Anyway I’m trying to think of others. I'm trying to think of others. My brain keeps telling me that Alex is Entei. Tol and floofy and can burn things. But that's a legendary.Jojo: oooo I think he had a good pick of  exploud. Buuut I also think he'd be an Ursaring. 

Dawn: For me I tried to think of literally any water pokemon for me but lets be real here

Alex: I mean.Dawn: b0rfJuno: If I could be any nonlegendary mon it would be Golurk1) Giant Robot2) Can fly with rocket boosters3) Causes earthquakesTex: Umm. Hm. Something that was a mix of fire, dragon, and psychic. Like I know u can't get three. But listen.Walrus: w-walrein exists. so i meanJuno: MY TIME HAS COME

Walrus: HAHHhhhhWHEN THE FUCKHUHWHATI FORGOT OR DIDN'T SEE THISHONAtwas:  YO that's so fucking cool! To answer the prompt, I'd probably be a Zoroark.Kristen: Good choices.Scott: Could BE a non-legendary?Jojo: Hold on wait. let me guess: bunearyScott: No, that's what I would want to HAVE. Hm. This is actually tough. Maybe Altaria? It's a flying Pokemon that sings beautiful melodies and has a relatively average speed.I don't know. I'd want to be a Pokemon that was kind and graceful with musical qualities, if at all possible. So yeah, I guess AltariaKristen: I can see that.Juno: Also you're fluffyShyner: Hooooly shit there's a lot of stuff hereI feel bad about adding to this massive wall of content but I'm just putting down for the record that I would definitely be basic bitch eevee. I'll change my form for you, just please love me :,)Kristen: ;A; I LOVE EEVEE JUST THE WAY EEVEE ISJuno: eevee... babey

[americasfavoriteabolitionist]

rules: answer 17 questions and tag 17 people you want to get to know better

i was tagged by my love @coolghostdude thank you teddy you know i love talking about myself tag games! 

nickname : since Jade is fairly short already, i don’t really have a set nickname? my siblings called me “Dade” for a long time because they couldn’t pronounce the J as babies. A friend of mine called me “Jadou” fairly often as well 

zodiac sign :  taurus but i have NO idea what that means I don’t know shite about astrology 

height : 1m77 which is about 5′9 i’m tall i know 

hogwarts house : GRYFFINDOR BABEY 

last thing i googled : "meters to inches” sdfgh but before that it was “neoplasm” because i’m a suffering med student  

song stuck in my head : a mix between “Ready as i’ll ever be” from Tangled (tangled the miniseries has some serious bops y’all) and “live in living colours” from Catch Me If You Can The Musical 

following : 230 

followers : 420 (nice) 

amount of sleep i get : it’s not unusual for me to clown and get about 5 but i try to get between 6-7 and 8h a night 

lucky numbers : I don’t really have any so i’ll turn this question into jersey number and it’s 14 because i think it’s a neat jersey number and it’s brianna decker’s!

dream job : Not to be that cheesy lass but doctor in a hospital is what i’m on path to becoming and it’s exactly my dream job. If we’re talking things that are probably only great in my head and that i wouldn’t like in real life, working in the movie industry sounds dope (editing director or script writer) 

wearing : fuzzy gryffindor socks, flannel trousers and a “keep calm I’m (almost) a doctor” sweater my family got me last year 

favorite songs : how the FUCK am i supposed to choose?? for real tho I don’t really have specific favourite songs 

favorite musicians : as far as musicians go : Hozier, Sia, patd and fall out boys, then in terms of favourite performers : Aaron Tveit, Andrew Rannells, Karen Olivo, Christian Borle, probably many others but let’s go with them for today ALSO christmas shout out for Kelly Clarkson and Sia they’re my favourite christmas albums 

instruments : n o n e :( i did 2 years of piano when i was a wee child but i forgot all of it unfortunately,,,I guess you could say i still use my voice although not as an instrument but as a tool for maximal annoyance 

random fact: I’m obsessed with capes (have always loved them they’re the BEST) and I fell on the head way too much as a kid but look at me now 

aesthetics: flannels, christmas, cozy winter reading, passionate excitement, the thrill of finally doing something for the first time and doing it well, runny nose from staying out in the snow for too long, your muscles giving out after playing too hard, sparkly eyes red cheeks and raspy voice from obnoxious screaming and laughing with loved ones 

thanks again for the tag teddy i love u it was loads of fun! i probably won’t tag 17 people because that is Many People but if you feel like it @regalecs @lylibeli @lindylovegang @iamjeebus @bestkesselrun @shdwthief @fionikq @danybaenerys ! 

[mikedilf]

Newsies Favorite Shows/Movies(Spanish Class AU because yknow life)

Requested by @jojos-got-mojo (thanks!!!!!)

Jack: Moonrise Kingdom or the Sting

Crutchie: Moonrise Kingdom

Albert: actually likes to listen to podcasts a lot and his favorite is the bright sessions

Romeo: The Parent Trap. Hell yeah babey I love that movie

Finch: spider verse

Race: Tangled. It’s valid

Kathrine: The Umbrella Academy

Davey:also The Umbrella Academy And he and kath talk about it all the time together

Mush: loves Anne with an E because his siblings were watching it and he got sucked in

[sheroic]

  @heirhooked  said:   kiss + 21 xoxo middleton babey

           SHE  ALMOST  DOESN’T  NOTICE  HIM  STARING  AT  HER.  the  night  so  far  has  gone  off  without  a  hitch;  he  shows  up  promptly  at  eight  in  the  evening  to  pick  her  up  and  they  end  up  sitting  atop  the  highest  hill  in  middleton’s  community  park, blanket  spread  out  under  them,  picnic  basket  filled  with  an  assortment  of  her  favorite  fruits  and  snacks,  sparkling  grape  juice  filling  their  cups.  they  sat  together  as  the  sun  set  and  watched  as  the  night  sky  slowly  began  to  take  form  and  lay  the  perfect  backdrop  to  millions  of  stars  scattered  across  their  galaxy,  on  full  display  for  them  to  take  in.

                                                              it  was  perfect.                                                               he was perfect.

               it’s  difficult  for  the  excitement  not  to  show  on  her  face  as  she  takes  the  sight  in;  it’s  one  she’s  seen  before,  many  times,  oftentimes  up  close  with  a  telescope,  but  that’s  all  beside  the  point.  it  doesn’t  compare  to  sharing  the  moment  with  someone  who  occupied  her  thoughts  first  thing  in  the  morning  as  she  lay  in  the  space  between  sleep  and  awake;  with  someone  who  could  crack  a  dumb  joke  and  have  her  cracking  up  in  seconds;  with  someone  who  was  already  becoming  such  an  important  part  of  her  day-to-day  life.  in  the  few  short  months  she  had  gotten  acquainted  with  harry  hook,  they  had  shared  so  much  together––time,  insecurities,  dreams,  passions.  sitting  with  him  under  the  canopy  of  the  night  sky  makes  her  feel  a  certain  ease;  perhaps  why,  at  first,  she  misses  his  gaze  locked  on  her  as  her  eyes  scan  the  stars  above.

            ‘   ursa  minor  is  the  most  visible  right  now––but  in  a  couple  of  weeks,  scorpius  will  be  more  prominent.   ’   index  finger  points  toward  what  she’s  talking  about  as  she  speaks;  and  then  she’s  turning  her  focus  toward  him.  words  on  the  tip  of  her  tongue  vanish  in  an  instant  as  she  catches  his  gaze––what  was  she  going  to  say?  she  can’t  remember;  though  it’s  dark,  she  can  still  tell  he’s  been  staring  at  her,  and  it  doesn’t  stop  her  from  blushing.  she’s  not  embarrassed, though.  quite  the  opposite––lips  part  gently  to  murmur  his  name  but  she  stops  short  as  his  fingers  reach  out,  brushing  golden  auburn  hair  away  from  her  cheek,  tangling  gently  in  the  tresses.  she  can  feel  his  palm  cradling  her  cheek,  feel  his  thumb  stroking  her  skin  there  with  a  certain  softness.  and  she  can’t  help  but  lean  into  it,  emerald-eyed  gaze  dropping  to  his  lips  as  the  little  distance  between  them  closes.  her  heart  is  racing,  palms  pressing  into  the  soft  fabric  of  the  blanket;  she  almost  holds  back,  hesitates,  as  if  she’s  leaving  space  for  an  interruption––the  beam  of  a  flashlight  of  some  unsuspecting  midnight  hikers,  or  the  familiar  cadence  that  brings  with  it  news  of  some  sort  of  crisis  hundreds  of  miles  away.  but  she  can’t  let  herself  do  it;  not  after  two  failed  attempts  at  meeting  his  lips  with  her  own.  

             her  breath  catches  in  her  throat  in  the  half-second  before  it  happens,  eyes  fluttering  shut  in that  instant;  and  then  it  happens.  better  than  any  movie  could  display  it,  better  than  any  song  could  describe  it––her  lips  brush  against  his,  softly  at  first––hesitant.  and  then  she’s  relaxing,  fingers  unfurling  and  releasing  their  hold  on  the  blanket,  hands  slowly  coming  to  gently  grip  the  fabric  of  his  shirt  as  she  pulls  herself  closer.  weeks  of  waiting  for  this,  of  hanging  out  and  going  out  and  getting  so  close  to  kissing  only  to  have  the   moment  ruined  by  her  father,  or  her  brothers,  or  wade––and  yet,  some  part  of  her  is  glad  that  was  so.  because  her  first  kiss  with  this  boy  who  meant  so  much  to  her  wasn’t  an  end-of-the-night  peck  on  the  lips  on  her  doorstep,  slipped  in  between   ‘   goodnight   ’   and  her  father  opening  the  door  and  awkwardly  clearing  his  throat.  it  wasn’t  snuck  in  during  a  movie  night  in  the  privacy  of  her  bedroom  before  they  inevitably  got  busted.

               it  was  under  the  privacy  of  a  million  shining  beams  of  light,  twinkling  above  them,  the  warm  summer  air  not  holding  a  candle  to  the  heat  dancing  across  her  skin  as  she  pulls  him  closer,  pressing  her  lips  back  against  his,  arms  wrapping  slowly,  gently,  surely  around  his  shoulders.

                                                       it  was  perfect.

KISS  KIM:   accepting     /     @heirhooked

[eltonjohndenver]

15 Questions, 15 Mutuals

I was tagged by @harmless-hobbit, thanks so much!

1. Are You Named For Anyone? - the flower jhkdf

2. When Was The Last Time You Cried? -literally while im writing this

3. Do You Have Any Kids? - not yet fdjkgh

4.Do You Use Sarcasm A Lot? - no i never use sarcasm

5. What’s The First Thing You Notice About People? what they’re wearing

6.Whats Your Eye Color? - grey/blue

7.Scary Movie, or A Happy Ending?-  happy ending. im scared all the time so i dont want to voluntarily sign up for that

8. Any Special Talents?- i can sing ‘i see the light’ from tangled and thats basically it fjghsd

9. Where Were You Born?- california fgdsd

10. What Are Your Hobbies?- art, muzik

11. Do You Have Any Pets? - yes fat grub muffin babey is tagged under #honey tag

12. What Sports Do/Have You Played?- none kdfdfs

13. How Tall Are You? - 5'8

14. Favorite Subject In School? - art and english

15. Dream Job? - baker

Tagging: if you are my mutual you are tagged

[notsugarandspice]

goodnight n go

Read it on AO3.

for @itfandomweek Cold prompt thingy :3

Rated T?? (idk), Reddie, Cold Weather, Sharing a Bed, First Kiss, based on a song, decade-long pining (what else is new), the heater is down, and everything is meant to be

“Rich, you barely have enough time to sprint from the cab.”

Richie’s smile was small which is a rarity on itself but what really surprised Eddie was the pressure of fingers around his jaw. His heart was just about to leap out into the hallway of the stuffy apartment building. Eddie had a hundred regrets about not drinking his wine faster - maybe he’d have enough courage to do what his brain kept replaying on a loop.

“Do you even know how hard it is to say goodbye to you, Eds?” It should’ve been funny, like any hilarious joke Richie always tells that Eddie pretends not to laugh at. But the tone is serious, filled with longing, so breathy at the nickname. Eddie’s chest was burning.

“Shut up. Just say goodnight and go.”

Richie brushed a thumb on Eddie’s cheekbone and let his fingers get tangled in overgrown blond waves. He pushed Eddie’s head to his lips and pressed them to the forehead, lingering there a bit. Richie quickly slipped through the door rapping his knuckles on the wall outside in a rhythm of yet another song stuck in his head.

Eddie barely had enough time to do the dishes and settle back on the couch when he got a text from Richie. He rolled his eyes, but a wide smile spread on his face vis a vis the tumbling feeling in his stomach that’s been growing more violent throughout the years.

RT: shitfuck missed my train. mind if I stay with u?

Eds: I fucking TOLD you

RT: -______-

Eds: Fine.

Eddie quickly got up from the couch to clean up the area, even though they just hung out there not thirty minutes earlier. He went to the closet in his room to pull out some spare bedding for the couch, his head swimming with wine and the influx of thoughts that screamed all the things he tried not to think about. Eddie just started making the daybed when he heard a similar rattle of knuckles on the front door. For whatever reason, Richie never used the doorbell.

Eddie opened the door and his cheeks instantly flushed because of the red on Richie’s - it’d been extremely cold all week, and the other barely wore enough clothing to prevent hypothermia. Eddie dragged him in by the hem of the jean jacket.

Richie snickered and caught Eddie’s hand to press a cold kiss to it, making the smaller man blush an even deeper red. “You know, if you wanted it rough, you could’ve just said so, Eddie-Spaghetti.”

“Rich, you- Why can’t you ever wear normal, weather appropriate clothes?” Eddie gave him a once-over, a little irritated with himself for enjoying an image of Richie in a tight black turtleneck.

Richie stepped a little closer, crowding the other’s space in a cramped hallway. “Weather appropriate clothes is no clothes, babey.” He dragged the tongue over the top row of uneven teeth accompanied by a wink and Eddie was starting to consider poking his eyes out, just so he doesn’t have to catch himself staring at his friend’s mouth every other second.

“Idiot, you know the heater barely works. No clothes will literally send you to the ER. Shoes.” Eddie pointed a finger down and quickly escaped the proximity that made his lungs temporarily close up. “You want a drink?”

“What?” asked Richie, stuck taking off his beat-up Converse.

“DO YOU WANT A DRINK?” screamed Eddie, poking out from the opening of the kitchen. He winced when he felt the chill of the tiles through two layers of socks.

“YEAH!”

Eddie poured them both some red wine (his stash was rather extensive since Ben’s failed attempt at opening a liquor store) and went straight to the living room, Richie already there, staring stupidly at the half-made bed in front of him. “Please tell me you’re not going to sleep on the couch because of me.”

Eddie snickered and reached out the glass, shivering from the warm brush of Richie’s finger. “Yeah, fat chance. You’re sleeping here.”

Richie groaned and fell down on the clean unmade sheets, dramatically covering his face with a bare pillow. “I can’t believe you’re making me sleep in your freezing living room. You literally have two small heaters in your bedroom.”

“Let me get this straight, your concern over my sleeping arrangements was just you making sure you’re not sleeping here?” Eddie cocked an eyebrow and placed his glass on the coffee table, intent on completing the pull-out.

“To-may-to, to-mah-to, Eds.” Richie put the pillow behind his head and started nonchalantly sipping on his wine, his eyes trained on the TV as if he could will it to turn on with the power of his gaze.

Eddie yanked the pillow from under the man’s head and smacked him with it. “Get the fuck up, Richie, I need to finish making the bed.”

“I can help you finish,” said Richie with a grin and Eddie got perfectly still for a second. Richie’s eyes got even larger behind his glasses as if he knew what’s coming and he just had enough time to lift the glass above him when Eddie lied down on his back and started kicking at his friend’s side, making him tumble over. Richie’s laughter filled the room, and his stupid grinning face was starting to really bug Eddie.

“Damn, you’re extra feisty today.”

Eddie rolled over and started putting on the pillowcase. “Bold of you to assume I’m not extra feisty every day.”

Richie made a mock-impressed face and leaned on the bed with his elbows, the glass abandoned on the floor. “Touché.” Eddie could feel Richie’s eyes on him, scanning and interested. “Need some help?”

Eddie looked at his friend, at the ocean blue in his eyes, a small stubble on his chin and the little wrinkles on the sides of his eyes because Richie always smiled with his whole face. He felt like he fell in love with him all over again. You’re thirty and nothing ever happened and not going to happen. Get your head out of your ass.

“Penny for your thoughts?” asked Richie, tugging on the strings of Eddie’s hoodie.

Eddie could feel his whole face go crimson and he coughed out embarrassingly, stuffing the pillow into the case with his fists. “S-sorry, I just- I’m tired, ’s all.”

“Right,” said Richie with an emotionless tone and got up to walk towards the bathroom, his frame visibly rigid. Eddie didn’t understand what he did wrong, but he continued the motion, chastising his own stupidity.

Eddie finished making the bed and sat back down with a wine glass in hand, unable to concentrate on his planned reading. He was trying to will his brain to stop creating scenarios where he crawls under these sheets with Richie to keep him warm. Because that would be totally normal for two gay best friends.

Eddie’s ears started to hurt from the cold of the living room, and he put the hood up, making himself smaller on the daybed. He wished he was already tired enough to go to sleep but in all honesty, the time he spent with Richie this afternoon wasn’t nearly enough. It was never enough. Every time his friend stepped out of his apartment he wanted to yank him right back, and do anything: talk, watch movies, listen to music, play board games. He wasn’t picky when it came to Richie.

Richie stepped out of the bathroom already armed with sweatpants and a baggy sweatshirt, his hair in a messy black bun, cheeks red from the hot water. He looked so cozy and cuddly, Eddie’s stomach tumbled thirty times over from the image. Richie plopped down on the couch and gave Eddie one of those small, shy smiles.

“You tired yet? Want to watch a movie?” And that was more than enough incentive for Eddie to want to stay up.

They ended up talking through the whole movie, Eddie’s legs in Richie’s lap, their bodies so close together that the freezing cold was long forgotten. Richie was animatedly telling Eddie about the most talented client of his, a teenage girl who has the biggest heart and the best voice in the industry. Richie was sure she’s going to be a star in less than two years.

Eddie was blossoming under Richie’s excitement, observing the way the smile never left his face, the way he kept grabbing onto Eddie’s shoulder when he remembered something he forgot to mention, the way he frowned adorably when he couldn’t recall somebody’s name (Richie was horrible with names, great with nicknames). There was always so much energy surrounding Richie even when he was on the verge of passing out, his contagious enthusiasm making everyone around him giddy with excitement. But he was obviously exhausted, the screen had been rolling credits for the last minute or so and Richie had been repressing yawns by pinching his face. This time it made Eddie laugh so much, he doubled over.

“Alright, time to sleep,” said Eddie getting up from the couch, instantly shivering from the lack of physical contact. He took the empty glass from Richie’s hand, and the man finally let himself yawn, his mouth stretching so wide that Eddie was legitimately worried its corners were going to snap.

“Shit, Spaghetti, that wine made me so sleeeepy,” said Richie turning on his stomach, burying his face in the pillows.

Eddie simply snorted in response, unable to form any other coherent sentence to the adorable image in front of him. He placed the glasses in the sink and shut off all the lights besides the tiny night light by the couch. Richie was lying down on top of all the covers and Eddie had to drag them from underneath the guy, almost making him fall over again. He quickly threw the covers over Richie, took the glasses off and undid the bun, lightly spreading the hair. Richie sighed deep and quickly grabbed onto Eddie’s wrist as he started straightening out.

“Come snuggle, Eds. I promise I’m better than a heater.” He couldn’t see Richie’s face that well but his voice was soft and deep. All Eddie wanted was to be brave enough to cross the line he’d been afraid to cross since he was fourteen.

Eddie twisted his hand to play with Richie’s fingers silently, his chest constricting painfully. “Go to sleep, Rich.”

“‘Kay. Goodnight.”

Eddie sighed and missed the touch of Richie’s surprisingly warm hands. His were cold as ice. “Goodnight.”

He walked into his room, closing the door to keep the heat in. But as soon as he shut it, he noticed that the temperature wasn’t different from the hallway. He looked up at the ceiling speaking to no one in particular. “Fucking great.”

His nightlight was off, and he realized that electricity must’ve shut off in the goddamn ten seconds it took him to walk towards his room. Eddie fell on the bed face down, sheets icy and uninviting. He tried burying himself in the duvet and a million pillows, and his body wasn’t shaking anymore, but he felt like he was making the biggest mistake trying to get comfortable here. His mind kept going back to the image of Richie, covers under his chin, a dopey smile on his face. Eddie’s heart started speeding up before he even decided to move his legs off the bed, silently walking towards the living room as if a magnet drew him closer.

Richie was still in the same position, turned away towards the window, his back to the hallway. Eddie breathed out, his freezing hands sweating from the nervousness. He slowly lifted the covers and lied down sideways, already so much warmer than he was under his fluffy duvet. He breathed in for courage and moved closer, his thighs bumping into the back of Richie’s, making his heart bounce violently. He was steeling himself to move closer when he felt Richie’s hand on his, wrapping his own over the taller man’s waist. An insanely wide smile spread on Eddie’s face, and he hid it between Richie’s shoulder blades, breathless with their close proximity. He moved his hips closer, completely attaching himself to Richie and kissed his friend’s back, overcome with emotion. He was sure Richie was at least half-asleep and wouldn’t feel anything through the fabric anyway, but then his friend turned around, still pressed to Eddie.

Richie grabbed under Eddie’s knee, throwing the leg over his hips, now even closer, too close, too close. He saw the outline of Richie’s face in the dark but couldn’t see the eyes, couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Richie’s hand moved from the thigh to Eddie’s hip, the feeling so heavy and new, creating small tornadoes in the pit of Eddie’s abdomen.

“Did you come to keep me warm, Eds?”

Eddie swallowed, the scent of wine washing over him. “To keep me warm too.”

“We haven’t cuddled since 8th grade.” Richie tucked some of Eddie’s hair behind the ear, fingers brushing the jawline afterward.

“It was already too late.”

Richie chuckled, somehow pressing even closer now. “What, middle schoolers aren’t allowed no-homo snuggles?”

Eddie couldn’t help but smile, playing with the strings on his sweatshirt. “No, idiot. I mean- I mean it was already too late for me. We didn’t stop on time.”

Richie raised his chin a bit, and they had to find each other’s eyes in the dark. “Didn’t stop what?”

“I dunno…whatever I feel for you. It was already too late. Like a year or so.”

He couldn’t feel Richie’s breath on his cheeks for several seconds. “Whatever you feel for me? Is this your way of telling me you liked me since 8th grade?”

Eddie rolled his eyes in the dark, his cheeks burning as much as Richie’s hand was burning under his sweatshirt now. “This is my way of telling you I loved you since 7th grade.”

Richie brushed their noses together, their lips impossibly close. “Damn, Eds. Seventeen years? Way to leave the guy hanging.”

Eddie moved the inch that separated them and gave Richie the softest kiss, a kiss he reserved for him, and him only. Eddie’s fingers flew to the stubble on Richie’s jawline, rough but inviting. Richie’s arm instantly covered the entirety of Eddie’s back, pressing him closer, so close it almost hurt. Eddie’s leg did the same to Richie’s lower back, pushing more and more and more. Somehow Richie’s tongue touched his and Eddie released an embarrassing strangled noise, his body so hot it could probably warm up the whole building. He bit into his friend’s lower lip and was about to dive in for more when Richie drew back, breathing hard. They were so close Eddie could feel Richie’s rapid heartbeat against his own chest.

“Holy shit, Eds,” he huffed a laugh, “we really need to slow down.”

“You’re kidding, right? It’s only been more than a decade, why don’t we wait one more.”

Richie laughed loud, his face in the crook of Eddie’s neck. “Eddie, my love, I think decades worth of pinning probably require some sort of a talk.”

Eddie drew back to be face to face with Richie. “What, you think I was joking?”

“No,” Richie brushed his thumb on the other’s cheek, “I just want this to be real. I need to make sure this isn’t our secret in the dark, y’know?”

Eddie knew exactly what he meant. He instantly felt bad for even pressing. He waited so long, he could wait a couple of hours in Richie’s arms. “Deal. First in the morning,” said Eddie, punctuating the statement with his index finger.

“You got it, cutie.” Richie kissed Eddie’s finger and turned him to the side, sighing into the soft blond hair. Eddie forgot it was December. His whole life suddenly felt like summer.

Perma Tag: @d-nbroughs @j0ys @tinyarmedtrex @aizeninlefox @studpuffin @constantreaderfool @its-stranger-than-you-think (I’m removing some people who don’t interact - I’m not here to force my work on anyone, so no hard feelings. Let me know if you want to be removed/added to a perma list or a specific fic ♡)

[holydepths-blog]

✩ watergate :3

this took too fucking long

Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice? i feel like emma cos she’s more angry dramatic and he’s more emo dramatic but i was also gonna say he probably should to accomodate for his heightWho threatens to leave but never actually does? neither of them, they’ve both left one another repeatedly. Who actually keeps their word and leaves? both of them, see above. Who trashes the house? i don’t think either of them … i can’t see him ever doing it but if he did she would kick his ass things need to be NEAT Do either of them get physical? basement gate tease ! but no … it’s soft ….  that’s been erased from my memory … they’re emo not violent  How often do they argue/disagree? all the time but about #dumb shit nowadays … used to be more serious but now? you like chocolate ice cream better? … idiot  Who is the first to apologise? if they had a penny for every time mickey has apologised to her both of them could quit their low salary jobs and move to france 

Sex:

Who is on top? bold of u to assume they aren’t both switches Who is on the bottom? ^Who has the strangest desires? Any kinks? mind ur fucking business … snuggling is a kink Who’s dominant in bed? i don’t think dominant has ever been in either of their vocabulary where’s the john mulaney gif abt soup in the lap … regaurdless … probably he has to be she’s babyIs head ever in the equation? she suck the dick for free and mickey is a good boy, he knows how to go down on a womf If so, who is better at performing it? i don’t know how sex works is it easier to eat thrussy or suck a dick … they both try the only thing that matters is that once he said she was better at sex than [ redacted ] Ever had sex in public? private public … like not dressing room public but like, romantic lookout in a car public … hope no coppers come 2 shine their flashlight Who moans the most? idk if this is my sexism or my lesbian but women should, legally, be required to moan more than menWho leaves the most marks? he better swallow his masculinity and get used to concealer but i feel like that wld not be an issue for him, king ! he can’t borrow hers though it won’t match Who screams the loudest? WHO YELLSWho is the more experienced of the two? mickey. fucking duh. Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? they make love :3Rough or soft? soft … unlike his penis How long do they usually last? haha 8 seconds joe goldberg tease? idk how long sex even lasts in general …. solidly average is my guess Is protection used? he better wrap it before he taps it my girl cannot afford plan b . so yesDoes it ever get boring? not …. boring but ….. consistent. when emma gets too drunk she asks odette for sex advice bc she doesn’t want to bore ickey Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? nowhere is strange if ur brave enough.

Family:

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children? …. yes ….If so, how many children do your muses want/have? she wants 27 children actually but literally anything from 1-30 will suffice …. they need a lot of help on his inevitable farm Who is the favorite parent? mickey is the fun parent so u already know who it is Who is the authoritative parent? REMEMBER the clip i sent u from the marky mark movie … she’s always the bad guy until he gets #fedup and he has to remind her that she’s not doing it this time AJSDKF Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school? Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? honeslty both of them unless emma hoards all the candy … selfish  Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? both of them they make fucking SIGNS …. its a little league game u dont need to paint the football stripes on ur faceWho goes to parent teacher interviews? they both go but mickey is better at them because emma always goes into teacher mode and tries to talk about Who changes the diapers? mickey does he’s a NURSE he is not grossed out , she is . baby poop is rank Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? where tf is that gifset from prison break when u need it … she does but only because she hates diapers and it’s only fair to pop a tiddie out every night for ur kid in exchangeWho spends the most time with the children? ummmm FAMILY FUN NIGHT x Who packs their lunch boxes?Who gives their children ‘the talk’? mickey he is obligated as a medical professional she don’t teach sex ed …. Who cleans up after the kids? emma but only because she’s a neat freak Who worries the most? both of them try to pretend they’re VERY cool and nonchalant and this is actually very easy until one of them cracks (probably her) and they both worry together constantly . solidarity babey ! ….. moreso her tho u cannot change my mind Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from? auntie odette change my mind we said FUCK watergate lives , emdette rise 

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle? both of them …. constntly …. disgusting Who is the little spoon? [ jake peralta vc ] everyone likes to be the little spoon, it makes them feel safe ! LOOK HERE buddy …. he is and i dont take questions , even when he was 10 ft Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? can he fucking keep his hands AWF …. thats coming from me not emma she appreciates it Who struggles to keep their hands to themself? both of them …. its CONSTANT … hand on the shoulder , touching someone’s back as u walk past …. SOFT ! n then the one gif  u sent from superstore where amy slaps jonah’s ass that’s emma How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable?  they actually fall asleep cuddling and wake up complaining abt falling asleep in a uncomfortable position… shut up abt ur back pain ur not 80 Who gives the most kisses? KISS kisses …. he. but know … she’s always kissing him on the cheek What is their favourite non-sexual activity? this is gonna sound g*y as hell but stay with me here ………. just being in the same place , even when they’re doing diff stuff . TOGETHERNESS …. vomit time Where is their favourite place to cuddle? the couch , i retract my statement about them not being 80 they actually fall asleep watching tv Who is more likely to playfully grope the other? casually ? she … to actually initiate eye emoji ? he How often do they get time to themselves? all the time , they know 2 other people 

Sleeping:

Who snores? he does im hcing this for ur own character If both do, who snores the loudest? she doesn’t SNORE she’s a lady Do they share a bed or sleep separately? they’ve been in 200 different stages of relationship ……. OTHER than depending on that , she sleeps better w him there :3If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? they start far apart cos she’s a blanket hog but she always ends up next 2 him Who talks in their sleep? she mumbles sometimes ….. its nothing coherent What do they wear to bed? she owns 47 different stupid size xxxxxxxl shirts that were 2 bucks  from walmart and wears only that . i bet mickey owns a bathrobe, bourgeois pig … Are either of your muses insomniacs? idk she reads a chapter of whatever dumb shit she’s reading and has tea or wine and conks out ….. idk his business Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? idk abt taking them and ik its not the point but shes anal retentive abt keeping medicine in the medicine cabinet so THERE BETTER NOT BE Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? AS I SAID … they start out on opposite sides of the beg and end up more tangled than tangled (20whatever) Who wakes up with bed hair? his hair is floofy ,,,, Who wakes up first? i feel like that depends on his shifts …. she wakes up at the same damn time every week day …. weekends though she sleeps in for 10 yrs so him Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? emma tries and he has to leave bed anyway because the fire alarm goes off  What is their favourite sleeping position? she prefers it when she has all the blankets Who hogs the sheets? she does Do they set an alarm each night? they have JOBS does she look like pippa to u Can a television be found in their bedroom? yes so she can cry over dumb rom coms over somewhere other than the couch …… he’s invested in them , change my mind Who has nightmares? i already know ur about to say he does so im calling the cops on u end of story Who has ridiculous dreams? all of emma’s dreams are indistinguishable from bad acid trips Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? she sleeps in the fetal position he seems like a sprawler …..Who makes the bed? emma …. its gotta be CLEAN and if he ever says “why make it we’re just gonna sleep there again” its on SIGHT What time is bed time? whenever she passes out , always before midnight , considering they’re 72Any routines/rituals before bed? i bet they brush their teeth at the same time to see who can do it faster like they’re five year olds …. or that gifset from new girl where he’s like “ u read my walking dead fanfic ? ”Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? emma takes three cups of coffee to be able to be her CHIPPER self …. 

Work:

Who is the busiest? she has like a 6 hour work day so he for sure Who rakes in the highest income? i just googled nurses versus preschool teachers and he makes twice what she does …. laughs nervously …. glad she’s going back 2 school but elementary teachers STILL make less …. mr talbot got COIN ! Are any of your muses unemployed? no , freeloading is ILLEGAL Who takes the most sick days? i feel like the two worst jobs to go into sick are a literal hospital with immunocompromised people and a preschool with toddlers who dont wash their hands …. equal maybe Who is more likely to turn up late to work? despite her original beef with odette in the apocalypse verse emma is NEVER late to work Who sucks up to their boss? she cooks dinner , a nice LASAGNA for whoever to heat up and mickey has to break it to her that making whoever her superior is eat what tastes like glue will in fact , damage their relationship What are their jobs? hes a nursey  boy …. shes a teacher Who stresses the most? about life in general? her. about work? probably him. he’s dealing with LIVES she’s got the alphabet Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? they better they aren’t getting paid enough to hate it Are your muses financially stable? they’re not rich but they’re not dying and that’s what matters 

Home:

Who does the washing? emma because it relaxes her Who takes out the trash? he better , she does not like to  LOOK at things once they are thrown out … its smelly Who does the ironing? neither of them have ironed anything in their lives Who does the cooking? HE HAS TO IDC if he isn’t fuckign gordon ramsay she’ll kill them Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? emma Who is messier? if he leaves a single sock on the floor he is automatically messier than her Who leaves the toilet roll empty? that’s satanic neither of them Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? he does …. its just not REALISTIC that she does Who forgets to flush the toilet? that’s gross ……hopefully neither ….. DISGOSTEING.mp4Who is the prankster around the house? anything STUPID is hers and hers alone but i feel like he’d do something relatively innocent and it would go HORRIBLY wrong like , hey emma come get y’all juice ….Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? despite being organized in every other aspect of her life emma has never kept track of keys in her life its a disease Who mows the lawn? he does , he shld do it shirtless so she can objectify him Who answers the telephone? mickey, she truly stares at it hoping it’ll go away Who does the vacuuming? emmaWho does the groceries? she would make HORRIBLE decisions ,,, he shld make the list and she shld get it Who takes the longest to shower? no sexism but she’s a girl Who spends the most time in the bathroom? see above 

Miscellaneous:

Is money a problem? yES like … they can afford groceries , make rent , but for literally every american except jeff bezos money is a problem in some area . this isn’t a hc just a capitalist hellscape How many cars do they own? two …. neither of them are very nice cars Do they own their home or do they rent? rent unless/until he gets the farm of his dreams Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? countryside thats where FARMS are … but like rn , coast cos there’s the ocean in town Do they live in the city or in the country? see above bbgDo they enjoy their surroundings? the goats of the future and the noisy neighbors of the current and past eras both leave something to be desired , but in general yes What’s their song? not to go all modern au but remember when stereo hearts was on their 2011 mixtape AJSKDF …. issa bop and its arguably the most cutesy singable on the playlist What do they do when they’re away from each other? bitch idk ? exist as human beings ?Where did they first meet? idk she probably met him for coffee or sum before moving in together to make sure he wasn’t a serial killer How did they first meet? they were roommates … oh my god they were roommates …. she prolly put an ad in the paper very lucky she did not get murdered x Who spends the most money when out shopping? i feel like neither of them are big spenders but her sticker and colored pen budget is larger than it should be Who’s more likely to flash their assets? i thought this was talking about tits for a second but im assuming mone ? they keep it humble Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? they both do , bullying one another is a bonding experience Any mental issues? more than you know my guy Who’s terrified of bugs? if she sees a SPIDER she floors it , but she releases most other bugs …. he better kill anything w 8 legs tho Who kills the spiders around the house? mickey , as described above wow im psychic Their favourite place? they can make any place work together … gay but true , just like me Who pays the bills? she has a special binder just for taxes Do they have any fears for their future? all the fears actually Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? she cannot cook but she has 10/10 ordered takeout , put it on plates and been like :the happy version of the pensive emoji yk the one: i cooked it while the reciept is still on the counter Who uses up all of the hot water? thats very selfish she wld never but she also showers first bc she doesn’t trust him not to ….. Who’s the tallest? they , in american , are the SAME HEIGHT ,,, fuck centimeters Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other?Who wanders around in their underwear? clothes are oppressive let them both do it coward Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? it probably turns into a competition until they’re both singing at the top of their lungs …. omg watergate you’re gonna burst a vocal cord oh my god they can’t hear us they have airpods in What do they tease each other about? literally everything …. one of them BREAHTES wrong and the other is like “ ah didnt realise the asthma express was in town “ Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? mickey literally dresses like the fresh prince so u already answered that for me Do they have mutual friends? can the real jack detler please stand up Who crushed first? she ……. did not immediately fall in love with him let me tell u , it took her some solid MONTHS to realise she was in deep for his bitch ass Any alcohol or substance related problems? i wld hope not , #stubie twWho is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? them , together , for getting kicked out of the bar for singing Who swears the most? neither ? 

[passable-talent]

thanks for the tag @sunsetkenobi 🥺🥺🥺 I adore you

answers under the cut !!

1. Name/Nickname: call me Roe! but of my four legal names, the coolest is “Ender”

2. Gender: male, he/him

3. Star Sign: Leo 🦁

4. Height: 5’6 babey!

5. Time: 9:31 pm

6. Birthday: July 27

7. Favorite Bands: Palaye Royale, Green Day, IDKhow, All Time Low

8. Favorite Solo Artists: does Panic count at this point?, YUNGBLUD

9. Song Stuck in your Head: Teresa, YUNGBLUD - “Every breath I would have taken, I give to you.”

10. Last Movie: I’m actively watching Jumper (2007)!

11. Last Show: How I Met Your Mother (season 6) - my favorite show deadass

12. When Did I Create This Blog: pretty much exactly a year ago

13. What I Post: I’d say Star Wars fics but that’d be a lie. I mostly reblog shit and pepper in fics and shitposts

14. Last Thing I Googled: no clue, I google shit all the time. maybe “Luke Julie and the Phantoms outfits”

15. Other Blogs: Nada

16. Do I Get Asks: not really. I get requests occasionally and one or two asks when I put out ask prompts, that’s about it. it’s cool tho!

17. Why I Chose my URL: I wanted something cheeky and understated while also attention-grabbing. I’m humble like that

18. Following: ASKXJDJSJW literally 29

19. Followers: it fluctuates but at this second I’m 6 away from 2k

20. Average Hours of Sleep: 7? but from 3am - 11am

21. Lucky number: 27 babey

22. Instruments: I could once play the flute. and I can do just abt the same amount of guitar and piano as anybody else on earth. I sing tho, a lot

23. What I’m Wearing: why do you want to know? 👀 -nah it’s whitewash ripped jeans, sleeveless high school T-shirt, deep cut sleeveless Zuko hoodie

24. Dream Job: I simply do not dream of labour

25. Dream Trip: the wonders of scale. anything large, that’s what I want to see. Grand Canyon. Singapore. The London Eye. Sequoia trees. The Great Wall. Giza.

26. Favorite Food: Italian is incredible, as is Philly cheesesteaks. honestly tho? my dad’s tacos with crumbled doritos.

27. Nationality: bleached white bread american. But I’ve got welsh, Native American, English, Scottish, Irish all tangled up in there. I like to say that I’m every pale European.

28. Favorite Song: depends on my mood. Love of my Life (Live in Argentina), Queen is definitely up there

29. Last Book: Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, Douglas Adams. but in a few days I’m starting Ender’s Game, Orson Scott Card. yes, that is where I got the name.

30. Top 3 Fictional Universes I Want to Live In: oh damn. oh god oh damn. hold on a sec. Avatar: the Last Airbender, Star Wars, Disney’s Treasure Planet

no pressure tags: @haydens-moles @haydenchristensengifs @another-confused-gay @iscariot-rising @fastidious-and-a-mess @duderulestheworld , and anyone else!

-🦌 Roe

30 questions

I was tagged by @datmando for this (hi yes ily my fellow clown <333)

rules: answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you want to get to know better

1. Name/Nickname: Amber (I wish I had a cool nickname but I really don’t </3) Just call me clown at this point lol.

2. Gender: female, she/her

3. Star sign: Cancer

4. Height: 5′3 (Where my short gang at😞✌️)

5. Time: 9:30 PM

6. Birthday: July 3rd :)

7. Favorite bands: Muse, Pink Floyd (One of my all time faves), Nine Inch Nails, No Doubt, Queen, Coheed and Cambria, Radiohead, The Cure, System of a Down, The Smiths.

8. Favorite solo artists: Hozier (obviously lmao), Selena, Zack Hemsey, Lorde, Billy Idol, FKA twigs, AURORA, James Vincent McMorrow. Idk if it counts, but most of what I listen to when writing is composers such as Hans Zimmer, Ramin Djawadi, Junkie XL, Marco Beltrami, John Williams and obviously 👀👀 Ludwig Goransson (Troopers still haunts me every time I write any future action scene in a fic lmao)

9. Song stuck in your head: Down The Burning Ropes-James Vincent McMorrow :( Along with Rose Golden by Kid Cudi

10. Last movie: How The Grinch Stole Christmas (Pls don’t judge this movie is iconic lmaooo)

11. Last show: Schitt’s Creek

12. When I did create this blog: This specific blog, I want to say I created around January or early February, but didn’t get more comfortable posting until later March

13. What I post: Mostly Mandalorian/Star Wars content, plus other movies and shows that I’m interested in :)

14. Last thing I googled: Best sleeping position for lower back pain </333 lmao

15. Other blogs: My main is @jake-chillinhaal even tho it’s been inactive for a while lmao

16. Do i get asks: I do and I love the random asks that I get!!! Whether it be about my writing or just life in general :)

17. Why i chose my url: So like, I love Grogu so much and he is both stubby and chaotic, right?!! I too am stubby and sometimes chaotic so I feel like stubbychaos was only fitting!!

18. Following: Around 300

19. Followers: I haven’t checked in a while, but I think the last time I did, it was around 500?

20. Average hours of sleep: I would give it a solid 5 hours lmao

21. Lucky number: 87

22. Instruments: I know basic piano and that’s it lol

23. What I’m wearing: An oversized hoodie and leggings

24. Dream job: ASL Interpreter or teacher

25. Dream trip: I was actually supposed to take a trip up north to Canada this year and obviously it didn’t happen bc of Covid :( other than that, I would love to visit New Zealand or Alaska.

26. Favorite food: I love Italian food but I’m pretty sure that’s only because I like carbs lmao. I’m usually not that picky when it comes to food, as long as there’s no meat in it.

27. Nationality: Idk man I’m so white😭😭 I’m sure there’s some German and Italian in there somewhere lol.

28. Favorite song: It’s honestly a tie between Breathe by Pink Floyd bc I literally have lyrics from that song tattooed on my body lmfao, or Burn by The Cure because The Crow is one of my favorite movies ever, and I love The Cure!

29. Last book: Red White and Royal Blue💀💀

30. Top 3 fictional universes I wanna live in: Obviously Star Wars, probably Lord of the Rings, and I’m not too sure what else tbh, maybe some Victorian novel where a hot ass dude would be scandalized by seeing my ankles bc I have nothing else going for me lmao

No pressure tags: @hdlynn @aerynwrites @maybege @absurdthirst @clydesducktape @princessxkenobi @tangledlove27 @anxiety-riddled-mando @prettylittlegoldfish @littlevodika (And anyone else that would like to do this!! Please feel free :)

[princeproteus]

All of them. Every single one. Every flower.

ok god kick my ass then

🌸 Lavender: name?

sambut yall knew that

🌾Buttercup: favorite book?

thebartimaeus trilogy, idk which one cause i legit can’t choose. they’re myabsolute favorites ever and everyone should read them and the fact thateveryone hasn’t read them is illegal and bad

🏵 Carnation: what fandoms are you in?

incredibles,tangled the series kinda, and i think that’s about it!

🌾 Daffodil: ideal date?

uhhhhhmm. nothing like too fancy or anything. just hanging out and watching a movieor something else that we both enjoy and can chill whilst doing

💐 Hyacinth: pronouns?

rightnow they/them. tryin to figure all that stuff out

🌸 Dahlia: favorite movie?

kingsmanthe secret service!!!!!!!!!!!! aka james bond but with gay rights and respectingwomen!!!!!!!!!!!!

🌹 Begonia: favorite blogs?

allmy friends’ blogs own my uwus

🌼 Daisy: one fun fact about you

answered

🏵 Iris: favorite tv show?

that’scurrently on: tangled the series, probably! of all time: house m.d.

💐 Lily: favorite food?

pizzabecause i’m simple

🌾 Marigold: early or late?

howabout “barely on time because i left at the precise moment that i would have EXACTLYenough time to get there if i ran/speeded”

🌺 Orchid: morning or evening person?

Eveningbabey i fuckin hate the morning

💐Petunia: coffee or tea?

coffeebut i would not have said this a few years ago

🌺 Primrose: favorite color?

darkblue

🌾 Snapdragon: favorite song/artist?

blindingby florence and the machine (also fav artist)

🌹 Rose: what youtubers do you like?

imostly watch like movie criticism channels like. uh. this is embarrassing butcinemasins LOL. also daily dose of internet, fanboy flicks, cinemawins, jaboodydubs, and practical folks before they dropped off the face of the mcfuckinearth

🌾 Rue: birthday?

october4 1998

🏵 Poppy: most interesting placeyou’ve ever been?

ican assure you i have never been anywhere interesting ever… sorry this answeris boring but i deadass tried to think of one for like 10 straight minutes andcould NOT

❄ Snowdrop: latest you’ve ever stayed up?

allnight babey!

🌻 Sunflower: favorite season?

FALLi fuckin love fall

🌷 Tulip: any other social media?

it’slisted in my /about but i don’t really actively use any social media other thantumblr and discord

🏵 Violet: special talents?

ican (allegedly) play the piano

🌼 Yarrow: dream job?

WRITER!!! literal dreamjob cause i’ve been dreaming about it forever