#Thorin needs to learn basic self-care

[bitter-sweet-farmgirl]

Forbidden, Part 4

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Character pairing: Thorin x Fem!Dwarrowdame!OC Thorin x Estel

Rating: E

Word count: 1,625

Warnings: Still some insinuations of smut. Swearing, (like a lot) and someone collapsing.

Translations: Afsêl mê: Fuck you

Ishkh khakfê: I shit upon

Damâm Mebelkhagâs: Bloody Elves (derogatory)

Kuf: Why

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The next few days found me holed up within my chambers, curled up in an armchair with a soft blanket wrapped around me like a cocoon. I couldn’t remove the image of Thorin’s pale face from my mind, nor could I drown out his raspy voice as it replayed over and over.

I felt so guilty that my actions had caused Thorin such harm. I could no longer convince myself that what I had done was for the best. Not when I saw the outcome.

Yet, I couldn’t go back either. I had lost Thorin’s love the moment I had walked out of his chambers that day. In his words, I had betrayed him.

I pulled the quilt tighter around me as I stared sullenly into the flames dancing in my hearth. It wasn’t fair that I couldn’t get Thorin out of my mind. He was always—

My door swung open and hit the wall with a thump. My head snapped to look over at the intruder and, well, speak of the devil himself.

Thorin Oakenshield himself was inside my chambers, looking just as horrible as he had when I’d last seen him. Catching sight of me in my blanket cocoon, he hurried over to me with a worried look on his face.

“Estel, what’s wrong?” He asked in a low rasp, and I shot him a confused look. Getting out of my chair I put it between him and I.

“I have no idea what you are talking about,” I replied warily. Unconsciously, I began studying his face; taking in his unkempt hair and the lines cutting across his forehead. I couldn’t remember Thorin ever neglecting his mane of hair, even on the Quest.

Nor had I ever neglected it when I…

Realizing how far my thoughts had wandered, I reined them back in, quickly turning my gaze away from Thorin and back to my door. Which, oddly enough, was swinging closed.

“Wait—” I called out, hurrying around my chair towards the door, panic spawning in the depths of my stomach.

The door shut with a thud just as I reached it. I turned the knob with the intent of opening it, only to find it wouldn’t budge. I could vaguely make out the sounds of quiet laughter on the other side. “Open my door this instant!” I yelled to no avail.

“Not until ye’ve kissed and made up!” Dwalin called back, and I gritted my teeth.

“Dwalin! Open up the door right now or I swear I’ll—”

“What is going on?”

Thorin was right beside me. So close I could almost feel his arm brush against mine.

Mahal, this was dangerous. My self-control was so fragile.

“Dwalin’s blocked the door. He wants us to,” I made air quotes, “kiss and make up.”

Storm clouds gathered on Thorin’s face and he glared at the door like it was Azog himself. “I knew I shouldn’t have listened to them…” He muttered, and I shot him a look.

“Thorin, how does he know about us?”

My words were quiet, but they stopped Thorin in his tracks as he started towards the door. “What did you say?” He asked, turning to look at me.

“How does Dwalin know about our past relationship?” I repeated, putting the emphasis on ‘past’. “We never told anybody.”

A flush rose up Thorin’s neck and disappeared beneath the dark hair of his beard. “Well, about that…” He muttered, and I raised an eyebrow.

“Thorin, why did you tell them?”

“I didn’t do it willingly, Estel. They brought me down—”

I cut Thorin off. “Okay, who is ‘they’?”

“Balin and Dwalin. They brought me down to the pub for a few drinks.” Thorin paused, looking vaguely sheepish. “I do believe I got quite drunk and told them everything.” He finished quietly, and I turned away from him, throwing my hands up in the air. Irresponsible dwarrows!

“So they are bound and determined to get us back together then? Which, speaking of that, why are you even in my rooms in the first place?”

I looked over my shoulder at the obsidian-haired dwarf. He stared back, unashamed. “Dwalin told me you were ill and refused to go see a healer,” he replied.

“So you came to force me to see one?” I questioned, and Thorin finally looked away from me.

“Of course… I couldn’t just ignore…” He trailed off as if realizing his thoughts were wandering.

I bit my bottom lip as his words sank in. After everything I had done to him; after all the pain I’d caused this warrior king, he still dropped everything to rush to my side when I was (supposedly) ill.

“Ah don’t hear the both of ye getting on with it, what’s the problem?” Dwalin’s loud voice came suddenly through the door to break the moment.

Thorin marched up to the door, glowering at it. “DWALIN!” He bellowed, “open the door this instant or I will—”

Dwalin’s laughter stopped Thorin’s angry rant. “Ye’ll be singin’ a dif’rent tune once ye and the lass bed down.”

Thorin’s face grew scarlet and he threw his shoulder into the door to no avail. The wood was quite sturdy, just like the dwarves that had crafted it. “Afsêl mê Dwalin… Ishkh khakfê--”

I cleared my throat, stopping Thorin’s tirade of foul words. “I don’t think cussing Dwalin out is going to get us anywhere.” I pointed out, and Thorin shot me a narrow-eyed look, chest heaving from his exertion. I found it odd that he was already winded after only one go, but brushed the thought aside.

“Then what is your suggestion to get him to let us out? Follow through with his plan?” Thorin’s voice turned sarcastic.

I returned his glare. “No, I was thinking more along the lines of civil negotiation. I have no intention of taking you to my bed.”

Hurt flickered in Thorin’s eyes for the barest instant as I spoke. “Of course not. All of that is behind us.” He muttered, squaring his shoulders.

“Correct, Thorin. It is behind us. Lady Erusa or Lady Ashaki or several other dames are quite taken with you though. I would be more than happy if you pursued one and settled down.” I forced out, pulling a tight smile.

“Mahal, you sound like my sister…” Thorin rolled his eyes. “Would you though?” Thorin’s voice went low. “You would like for me to find another woman to warm my bed?”

I clenched my teeth against the wave of jealousy that poured over me. “Yes, Thorin. I would like nothing more than to see you settle down with a nice dame and start a family.”

It did not matter that such a thing was exactly what I’d always envisioned with him. In my youth, I’d fantasized about starting a family with a boy I fancied, but it was only once I met Thorin that the men actually had faces—his. I could not see such a future for myself without him.

“You are really starting to sound like Dís, Estel.” Thorin watched me cautiously, his jaw set. “But I cannot. When we dwarves love, we stay true to that person. There never will be anyone beside you, Estel. You are my One, I am sure of it.”

So was I. I knew that fact with more certainty than I knew my own name.

But I couldn’t say that. “Allow it some more time, Thorin. I’m sure someone else will catch your eye in time.”

“You don’t understand, woman…” Thorin growled, but didn’t continue the argument I knew he wanted to make. Instead, he shook his head, focusing his anger at the door.

He threw his shoulder into it again, shaking it on its hinges. He muttered under his breath as he repeated the action over and over, his chest heaving beneath his ill-fitting tunic. The fabric was loose—too loose—around his frame, a detail I only noticed now.

“Damâm Mebelkhagâs…” He gasped out as he threw himself against the door again. “Kuf—” He lacked the breath to go on further as the blood drained from his face. His knees gave out and he slumped against the wood, sliding down to the ground.

“Thorin?” A note of panic entered my voice as I stepped towards him. It was so odd for him to act this way. “Thorin?”

I received no response, and I hurried to kneel beside him, brushing the tangled strands of hair out of his face so I could get a good look at him.

His eyes were closed and his facial muscles relaxed. I called his name again, but still got no response. Adrenaline was beginning to course through my body at this point, and I shook his shoulder. Like that would do anything after he’d failed to respond to his name.

When even that failed, I really began to worry. “Dwalin!” I called, “open the door!”

“Nay, lass. On my honour as Thorin’s friend, I canna do tha’.” He answered, exacerbating my exasperation.

“Dwalin, Thorin’s passed out or something, he just collapsed and I can’t wake him!” I pleaded, and instantly, I heard something heavy scraping against the door before it began to open. “Easy, he’s still on the door.” I cautioned, and Dwalin eased the door open wide enough so he could slip through.

He crouched beside Thorin’s motionless form, taking in the sweat beaded on his pale face. “Mahal, ah knew this would catch up te him…” He muttered, “run for a healer, lass and be quick.”

I was too stunned and worried to put up a fight. After all, I still loved the dwarrow lying so still on my floor and deep down, I desperately wanted the future he had painted for me in the darkness as we lay together.

Just, nobody could know.

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Y/n The Red (Part 1)

Summary: Y/n is the apprentice of Gandalf because she had Red Magic that would emit from her hands. Though she wasn’t apart of the Company, she had noticed Gandalf during their journey because they coincidentally were passing by her Cottage, she decided to say Hello, then she takes part in the Battle of the Five Armies War. Then after 60 years, she has been training with Gandalf and is chosen to be in the Fellowship of the Ring and the 10th and only female member. Then after Lord of The Rings, Y/n earns the title of “Y/n The Red” and also called “The Scarlet Witch”   Fandom: The Hobbit/ Lord of The Rings Pronouns used: She/her

Type: Series?

Possible Trigger Warning 

A/n:  You can  change the color and title of Y/n if you’d like! (Some Scenes are similar to Wandavision/MCU)

(GIF not mine)

The Scarlet Witch was a mythical being that was capable of amazing creations and terrifying destruction.

Though Y/n wouldn’t seem like the Scarlet Witch at first glance, once you see her true power then you’d know.

Y/n was orphaned at birth but overall lived a normal life. She had friends at the orphanage, she ate good food, and anything you’d expect from a young girl in a village. 

Everything was normal until that day...

Y/n was being normal and playing with her friends in the courtyard of the orphanage until a random boy at the orphanage had started bullying her. She didn’t remember why or how she was bullying her, but he was. Her mind was clouded with anger and fury, so she couldn’t control her self. The next thing she knew was that she was in the air with red energy surrounding her and a dark aura with it and there was red surrounding the boys neck and he seemed to be suffocating. Thoughts and words were scattering and racing through Y/n’s mind. She seemed to be in control of what she was doing but she couldn’t stop. 

As she felt the adrenaline course fast through her body, it quickly stopped and her aura was calm and she felt like herself again. She must’ve blacked out because she didn’t remember what happened after she fell to the ground and was some how being screamed at about how she was a witch, a monster, a mistake, a curse. The children in the courtyard were sobbing and huddling to each other and back away from her in fear. That boy was alive and coughing very roughly with adults surrounding him and trying to help. 

“Someone seize that witch!”

The village decided to banish Y/n and then threw her out to take care of herself in the wilderness. 

As she grew older, she learned to connect with nature and even built a small cottage for herself. 

While she was using her strange abilities to make some flowers she planted grow faster, a certain wizard was walking by..

“Those are some interesting gardening skills you have, young lady.” The wizard said, half-jokingly, walking to her.

“Oh- I- uh-”

“Would you happen to know where your parent or guardian is?”

“Well, you see sir, I don’t exactly have a family... I live here by myself!”

The wizard was surprised at how a young girl was living out in the woods by herself. It then clicked to Gandalf that he should take her under his wing and teach her

“What is your name?”

“Y/n, sir”

“My name is Gandalf”

Y/n’s eyes widened in surprise since she’s heard of him before. She didn’t really know what to do! 

‘Should I bow?! No, that’s too formal. Then again he’s basically a divine entity-’

“No need to panic, I would like to ask if you’d like to be my apprentice” 

“Well... I do have a rather, uncanny power.” Y/n said nervously, somehow managing to form words into a proper sentence 

“And I would like to assist you in training and learning about that uncanny power.” Gandalf gestured his staff towards Y/n. “We start now.”

“Now?!”

“Yes, I’d like you to continue growing your garden”

Y/n didn’t expect the task to be so easy. She had done it before! So it couldn’t be too hard. 

She stood in front of the selected flower bed and held her hand out in front of her. And the red energy was coming from her hands. She had done it so effortlessly. Gandalf had eagerly watched what she was doing. The flower grew and blossomed with red surrounding them. As they all became fully blossomed flowers, Y/n lowered her hand.

“Right, I think that’s enough for today!” Gandalf said, turning around 

“Wait! That’s all?”

“Yes, that’s all! I’ll come back next morning!” 

Y/n was confused but went back into her cottage.

The next morning, he came back and this time, he told her to make tea without touching anything and only using her magic. Then he left in the afternoon. Then the next morning he came back. He kept disappearing and coming back again. Y/n never understood why but never questioned it. Her training went on for about a year, and she got better at understanding how to use her powers. One day, Gandalf said he wouldn’t be able to train her for a while because we was going on a quest. Y/n said that it was fine and lived by herself in the cottage. If she was being honest, she kind of liked the break from all her training, but she missed having human company. About 2 months after Gandalf said he would go on a quest, Y/n took a stroll. A little bit too far from her cottage but she knew the way back. As she was walking, she saw Gandalf with dwarves and a hobbit trailing behind him. Was this the quest he was talking about?

Y/n used her magic to lift herself up and fly towards Gandalf.

“Gandalf!” 

Everyone besides Gandalf looked towards the voice in alert. 

“Ah! Y/n! What are you doing out here?”

“Well, I decided to take a stroll”

“1 Mile away from your cottage?”

“I flew some of the way-”

“Gandalf, Who is this?” Thorin interrupted.

“This is my apprentice, Y/n!”

Y/n waved to everyone

“Well, I should really get going, flowers don’t water themselves!” Y/n once again used her magic to lift herself up and fly 

“That girl really is something special. I’ve seen her grow flowers. Soon, she’ll be able to birth an entire forest” Gandalf whispered to himself. “Well, let’s carry on, shall we?”

Some of them looked at girl in curiosity as she slowly got smaller and she flew further and further away.

[itsmajel]

Majel Reads - August 2017

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Supernatural - Destiel

Angel Cookies by noxsoulmate ( @noxsoulmate)

“On Christmas Eve, if you eat Angel Cookies right before bed and then dream of your one true love, he will be your destiny.” The Shurley clan sure believe their old family legend, but not Castiel James – not since he was a pudgy teenager, running down the church aisle on Christmas Day, trying to stop his very handsome and very straight teacher Dean Winchester from marrying someone else. He may be grown-up, well-toned, bestselling Young Adult’s book author “C. S. James” now, but Castiel will never forget that day. And he’ll never fall foolishly in love again, especially not for Dean Winchester. But when the wish for a big family Christmas from his sick father brings him back home, Castiel has to confront his past. And not only that: a letter from a little fan from his home town is weighing heavy on his conscience. Reaching out to a troubled kid might endanger his secret identity. Adding to the problem is the shock of discovering that Dean is the little girl’s father – unattached and hotter than ever. Dean’s smile still makes Castiel melt, but Castiel knows that ship has sailed. The fact that Dean seems to be on board this time, however, doesn’t make it any easier for him. .

[Explicit] [74,494 Words] [Read on AO3 here]

Satin and Sawdust by Ltleflrt *Re-Read

When Castiel moves out of Jimmy's house and into his own place for the first time, he saves money on buying a home by investing in a Fixer-Upper.  He knows nothing about how to fix the many problems the house has, but he figures he's smart enough to figure it out.  Unfortunately it's not too long before he learns that he's way in over his head.

Thankfully his new neighbor Dean is a handyman, and agrees to help him out.  He knows Dean has a bit of a crush on him, but he's not taking advantage of it, really.  Dean's a great guy, and quickly becomes a good friend.

But a flash of satin under Dean's toolbelt changes everything.

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Painted Angels 'verse by WinJennster *Re-Read

Author Castiel Novak has finally hit the big time, with a book based on his failed college relationship with a brilliant painter. He's put all his pain behind him, but at a book signing, he comes face to face with Dean Winchester for the first time in twelve years, and the reunion doesn't go like Cas hoped. Dean's a broken man, with a lot of scars and secrets, shoulders weighed down by his demons and self loathing. Cas sees a second chance with the man he's never stopped loving, but Dean's moved on, and is about to get married. Sam launches a "brilliant" plan to reunite his brother and his best friend, but Cas is worried it will all blow up in their faces, and he'll go through the agony of losing Dean a second time. (Summary Part 1)

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The Way to a Man’s Heart is Through Chlamydia by violue *Re-Read

Dean doesn't expect to see his one night stand again, but then again he also doesn't expect to find out he has an STD. Sometimes life is hilarious like that.

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The Way to a Man’s Heart is Through Christmas by violue *Re-Read

Dean's first Christmas with Castiel.

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Dean's Days Off by MittenWraith                

For years, "Goin' out for a drink" had been Dean's standard excuse whenever he needed a little time alone. When Cas raised him from Hell and was ordered to keep an eye on the Righteous Man, Dean's strange little ritual escapes from the drudgery and horror of his everyday life intrigued the angel. He'd secretly watched the man who was destined to save the world try to save himself, one small adventure at a time, and learned some of his greatest lessons in what it means to be human in the process. Ten years later, he figured it was about time to come clean-- for both of them.

[Teen And Up Audiences ] [14,182 Words] [Read on AO3 here]

Captain America / Marvel CMU - Stucky

Nevermore To Be Alone by msmarvelftw                

Bucky Barnes bumps into Steve Rogers three hours before he flies to Georgia for Army Basic Training. Three years later, they're still going strong. Enter a lot of letter writing, some losers who somehow got into Special Forces, and two sarcastic nerds in love.

Title stolen from "Travelin' Soldier" by Dixie Chicks, which this fic was also shamelessly inspired by.

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Demobilization by 743ish, sallysparrow017                            

When the Statue of Liberty slides into view, the whole ship roars. It’s deafening. Bucky throws his fist in the air and yells along with everyone else. His heart is in his throat. The Statue of goddamn Liberty. Bucky wants to climb up her robe and kiss her sour green face.

The cheers rise up again as they go by her, and then die back down; most of the guys are just happy to sit and smile and watch the city float lazily into focus. They know they’ve got days more of barracks and bunks and cheap train seats before they’ll get to see their families in Pittsburgh, or Columbus, or Chicago. But Bucky’s home, he can see Brooklyn, and he laughs and shades his eyes from the sun and feels crazy with happiness, and this has to be the slowest fucking boat in the world, but at least he has a good view while he dies of impatience.

------

In 1945, Bucky comes home from the war.

[Explicit] [41,390 Words] [Read on AO3 here]

Red, White & Those Other Colors by coveryourheads (rsk110)

Steve Rogers wakes up from the ice to a world where he has nothing left.

He meets Bucky, his best friend James Barnes' grandson, who is an agent of SHIELD.

[His cats are perched on the bench, watching the night sky. The volume is low but he can hear Steve’s laughter, filming the fascinated cats and the fantastic display in the air above. Lights burst in the black sky, in splashes of various flares, in red, white, and other colors. Awe aspiring and patriotic, loud, but so calming and majestic. It fills him with satisfaction as big as the sky, in those flowing and falling colors.

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Freshwater Memories by superheroresin

Steve hasn’t been back to his family’s cottage for years, ever since the car accident took both his parents and his childhood memories. His therapist seems to think it’s a good idea for him to get out of the city for a while, so Steve decides it's time to fix it up. He remembers a lot of things when he’s finally arrives, smells the fresh grass, hears the whisper of the trees, and the familiar warmth of a home away from home. The river outside is familiar too, only Steve can’t quite remember the imaginary friend he invented from it, when he needed one the most.

The river remembers him though, and will be damned if it watches his old friend sulk in loneliness instead of play with him, like he used to.

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The Scottish Boy by BetteNoire (WeAreWolves), maichan, Tsuminoaru

The year is 1333. The English are at war with Scotland. 19-year-old West Country knight Sir Steven excels at jousting, but yearns to prove himself in real action. So he jumps when his sponsor, Baron Alexander Pierce, invites him on a secret mission with a dozen elite knights. They ride north to a crumbling Scottish keep, capturing the feral, half-starved boy within and putting the other inhabitants to the sword. And nobody knows, or nobody is saying, why the flower of English knighthood snuck over the border to capture a savage, dirty teenage boy. Pierce gives the boy to Steve as his squire, with only two rules: don't let the boy escape, and convert him to the English cause.

At first, it's hopeless. The Scottish boy is surly, violent, hoards sharp objects, and eats anything that isn't nailed down. Then Steve begins to notice things: that, as well as Gaelic, the boy speaks flawless French, far better than Steve's own. That he can read it – Latin, too. That he isn't small so much as desperately under-fed. That when Steve finally convinces the boy – James Buchanan, Bucky – to cut his filthy, matted curtain of hair, the face revealed is the most beautiful thing Steve has ever seen.

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The Hobbit - Bagginshield - Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield

Awkwardness and Absolution by SailorFish

So Thorin decides to thank Bilbo for saving his life in battle. He does it how any good warrior thanks another warrior (for Bilbo was a warrior in that moment he saved him), by tending to his saviour's sword. Yes, that sword. De-anoned from the kink meme.

[Explicit] [1,729 Words] [Read on AO3 here]

Safe and Distant by Lindzzz

"Bilbo never bothers denying that he is a slight, little bit, probably infatuated with Thorin. It’s not something that bothers him. Really. He’s pretty sure that everyone very likely has a little flutter in their chest for the dwarf. He’s something grand and unattainable.

And it’s really much safer if it stays that way."

[Explicit] [45,453 Words] [Read on AO3 here]

Know the water's sweet but blood is thicker by StrikerEureka 

Thorin finds his nephews, and his burglar, still alive at Ravenhill. He tries to atone for his blunders before the battle.

  A huge, imposing shadow circles above, and the wind kicks up again, sending snow scattering between where he sits holding his eldest nephew and where Dwalin stands holding his youngest. He narrows his eyes against the biting sting of the wind and looks up, just as Dwalin does.

“The eagles are here,” he breathes, just as careful talons open and descend upon them.

[Explicit] [10,368 Words] [Read on AO3 here]

A Smith and his Forge by acervate                

Bilbo's door gets jammed one day. Luckily, a company of dwarves just so happened to have set up shop in front of the old smithy.

[Mature] [157,897 Words] [Read on AO3 here]

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Rules: Answer the 20 questions and tag 20 amazing followers you would like to get to know better.

Name: Adreanna! (please call me Addy though)

Nicknames: I go by Addy, which is actually a nickname. Others include Addsabelle (my grandma), Sir Stinksalot (my step-dad, he’s weird), Princess (my girlfriend), and...so fucking many weird ones my mom has given me. She used to call me Apple Jane a lot

Zodiac Sign: Taurus yo

Height: 5′ 5′ (I think?)

Orientation: Bisexual, with a heavy, HEAVY preference for girls. Like if you had a pie chart of how much I like girls vs how much I like boys, it would be like 90% to 10%. Idk why exactly. Probably has something to do with every guy I’ve ever had a crush on being a douche in one way or another (and rejecting me every time lol) But girls are soft and pretty and wonderful I love them so much. I love my girlfriend more than anything in the world. I wouldn’t trade her for anything.

Ethnicity: I am very white. Scottish, Polish, and German, though none of that really holds any significance in my life. I don’t have any family traditions except for unhappy marriages

Favorite Fruit: Pineapple probably. I really like grapes though and Pink Lady apples too. Oh and cantaloupe and clementines!

Favorite season: Autumn. All the way autumn.

crunchy leaves

sweaters

beautiful leaf colors!!! like!!! where I live has a lot of trees on a lot of hills, so looking out the window at a hill full of red and orange and yellow and brown makes my heart go “!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

brisk weather

fall fashion is the best (I don’t participate in fashion as I am a whale with legs but everyone else looks beautiful)

perfect weather for hot drinks

APPLE CIDER

Thanksgiving!!!!

Halloween!!!!

bugs start to fuck off right back to hell where they belong

summer is ending. summer can fuck off I HATE summer

no longer sweating and dying

overcast skies, gloomy days, rain!!!!!

gray, cloudy, rainy days are,,, my reason for living

Funny thing is I actually don’t like pumpkin spice anything except for pumpkin pie guess I’ve gotta up my white girl game

Favorite Book: What the fuck kind of question is this. You come into my house. And you ask me to pick between my children.

This answer is really, really complicated. I love so many books for so many different reasons. I love Harry Potter because it’s what got me into reading longer series. I love Binge by Tyler Oakley because it helped me be more open-minded and was a big part in helping me discover what my sexuality was and that I was okay. I love The Hobbit because it was a book that helped me escape life and that taught me that caring about home and hearth is a good thing to do. I love the Warrior cats series because I fucking love cats and it was one of my first introductions to more adult situations (in terms of violence, death, grief, and loss). I love The Giver because it made me cry my eyes out. I love The Martian because it made me laugh. I love every Shel Silverstein book ever written because they made me feel like a kid again and that being a child at heart is okay. I love Journal 3 because Stanford Pines is a character I love with all my heart. I love the Percy Jackson series and most of its spin offs because I love mythology and modern aus. I love the Septimus Heap series because it was such a different, wonderful, beautiful approach to magic and wizardry that made me feel warm inside. I loved Entwined because...I just loved Entwined. (It’s a twisted fairy tale kind of deal with The 12 Dancing Princesses and one of the best things I’ve ever, ever read, hands down). I love A Series of Unfortunate Events because I have a dark sense of humor and because it makes me feel better about my life.

Books were basically my only friends growing up. People didn’t like me because I was fat, or because I didn’t want to play outside very much, or because I had only ever really talked to and hung out with my mom and my step-dad, so I had a more mature sense of humor and personality overall.. Friends came and went, but books never went anywhere. Books stayed. Junie B Jones always stayed with me. Jack and Annie always went on magical adventures that let me learn about history. Every character I met along the way stayed with me, even if they died, because I could pick them up off of a shelf and read their adventures again. I don’t read as much as I used to, because I spend a lot of time on the computer, but I’m working to change that. Books have always been an escape for me, and I’ll continue to love their stories until I die.

Favorite Flower: Roses! It’s a tie between red and pink roses. I also really like tulips!

Favorite scent: My girlfriend’s perfume. I think it’s sweetpea or something? Idk, but it always smells really nice. And I just like the way my clothes smell after I come home from spending the night at her house. It’s like her perfume, laundry detergent, and something that’s either wood or stale cigarette smoke.

Favorite color: Pink. Soft, pastel pinks.

Favorite animal: cats, red pandas, owls, wolves, penguins, cats, dogs (pugs in particular, I LOVE pugs!!!!), foxes, moose, narwhals, dolphins, orcas, eagles, hummingbirds, blue jays, orioles, lions, tigers, basically any big cats...I just love animals. If it’s soft, fluffy, or cute? Fuck yeah I love it

Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate: As much as I love coffee...tea, probably. It’s just so relaxing to sit curled up under a blanket with a cup of tea and relaxing. Plus my girlfriend and I make tea whenever I go over to her house, so it holds a special place in my heart :)

Average Sleep Hours: Okay, so...if I ever got up on time, I’d be getting like five hours of sleep a night, which is fine. But I oversleep. Every. Fucking. Day. So usually seven or eight.

Cat or Dog person?: Cats. I love dogs with all my heart and I want one someday, but if I had to choose between a cat and a dog I’d choose a cat because

1.  TOE BEANS

2. purring

3. the kneading thing they do?

4. I love love LOVE the sound of a cat meowing. so cute. so gentle.

5. cat loaf

6. smaller and easier to manage

7. don’t have to walk them

8. if they need to pee in the middle of the night they just. use the litter box. you don’t need to get up and let them out

Favorite Fictional Character: 

Star vs the Forces of Evil: Star Butterfly, Marco Diaz, River Johansen Butterfly, Moon Butterfly, Ludo, Toffee, Buff Frog (I don’t know how to spell his real name :( )

Steven Universe: Pearl, Amethyst, Peridot, Greg Universe, Connie, Steven

Gravity Falls: Dipper Pines, Mabel Pines, Stanley Pines, Stanford Pines, Soos, Wendy Corduroy

Yuuri!!! On Ice: Yuuri Katsuki, Viktor Nikiforov, Yuri Plisetsky, Phichit Chualont

Check Please!: Eric “Bitty” Bittle, Shitty Knight, Adam “Holster” Birkholtz, Wlliam “Dex” Poindexter, Derek “Nursey” Nurse, Chris “Chowder” Chow, Jack Zimmermann, Alexi “Tater” Mashkov, Justin “Ransom” Olransi

Harry Potter: Luna Lovegood, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasely, Ron Weasely, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Minerva McGonagall, Neville Longbottom, Molly Weasely, Fred and George

Sailor Moon: Sailor Jupiter, Sailor Moon, Sailor Chibi Moon, Luna

Fullmetal Alchemsit: Brotherhood: Edward Elric, Alphonse Elric, Riza Hawkeye, Roy Mustang, Ling, Greed (when he’s in Ling), Olivier Mira Armstrong

Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit: Bilbo Baggins, Samwise Gamgee, Pippin Took, Eowyn, Aragorn, Thorin Oakenshield, Fili and Kili, Aragorn

Disney princesses: Ariel, Moana, Rapunzel, Anna, Elsa, Belle

Homestuck: Terezi Pyrope, Dave Strider, Jade Harley, Jake English, John Eggbert, Vriska Serket, Roxy Lalonde, Karkat Vantas, Jane Crocker

Percy Jackson (among other Rick Riordan things): Annabeth Chase, Grover Underwood, Sally Jackson, Percy Jackson, Nico DiAngelo, Leo Valdez

Winnie the Pooh: Winnie, Eeyore, Tigger (I know this one seems silly but Winnie the Pooh is such an important thing to me you don’t understand)

Voltron: Allora, Shiro, Pidge, Kieth, Lance, Coran, Hunk (basically the paladins and Allora and Coran I love them all)

Avatar: the Last Airbender: Katara, Zuko, Sokka

Miraculous Ladybug: Ladybug, Chat Noir, Adrien Agreste (don’t fuckin hate on me they’re the same person but different characters)

A Series of Unfortunate Events: Violet Baudelaire, Klaus Baudelaire, Sunny Baudelaire, Lemony Snicket, Uncle Monty

Hamilton: Eliza Schuyler Hamilton, John Laurens, Thomas Jefferson, Alexander Hamilton

Stranger Things: Mike Wheeler, Eleven, Barb

i just,,,, have a lot of love for fictional characters,,,, there are more I’m sure, but I can’t think of any

I connected with a lot of these guys on a deep personal level. Like with Amethyst, I understand why she feels the way she does because I’ve gone through struggles of self-hatred and thinking I was a mistake. I love them all, but there are those few who I just feel like they were...made for me I guess.

Number of Blankets you sleep with: Just my comforter, but before I got my space heater in my room I’d sleep with two blankets, an electric blanket, and my comforter. My room used to be an attic, so it has like no insulation. Plus the heating ducts that go to my room are SUPER shitty, so barely any heat comes out of my vents. Now I’m just used to being cold XD But I don’t like sheets D: Even in the summer, I have to have my big comforter...sheets are too flimsy. Idk, I find the weight of a comforter or heavy blanket comforting.

When I was little though, I remember taking every blanket I owned and piling them on my bed in the winter...and I slept in a sleeping bag, on my bed, under those blankets! XD I miss that sleeping bag. It was a really pretty blue and was really warm...

Ideal Trip: going to New Zealand or England or the French countryside or somewhere with a lot of greenery. Staying somewhere where I can relax and stay in bed all day if I want to or go find things to do in the city or town or wherever is close by. My girlfriend being with me and being able to relax somewhere quiet with her where I can watch the sunlight stream across her face every morning and kiss her all over her face until she wakes up. Somewhere I can relax and not worry about what tomorrow brings; somewhere I can let my troubles float away.

Blog created: December 2014. I can’t believe I’ve been dicking around on here for almost three years.

Number of followers: 396. That may not seem like a lot to some people but??? That’s basically my graduating class??? And you’re all just here watching me shitpost about whichever one of my fandoms is relevant and cry about shit and post really fucking awful art and???? Whether you’ve been here since the beginning or just joined, thank you for hanging out with me through the internet! And if you’ve read all of this, thanks! You now know a lot more about me than I’ve ever said on here =w=

Okay now I have to tag people!

@97thebaluga @all-aboard-the-scream-train @ruled-by-jupiter @4899slayer @squirtlethosejigglypuffs @personalposting @universesinhermind @goddamnit-ross @awkward-fangirl-artist @youaremyrock-mydwayne-myjohnson @epic-leprachaun @save-me-grunkle-ford @civilizedhomosexuals @ninja-sparkle-party @assbutt-novak @howstrangeeveryonewas @not-what-everyone-seems @owlbear-dont-care @psychokumachan @2-many-fandoms-2-count

If I tagged you, don’t feel obligated! I realize some of you are mutuals and I like, never talk to y’all. I’m sorry :( I’m just bad at initiating conversations. Feel free to send me a message if you want to though! I love getting asks and IMs, it makes me feel good inside UwU

Thank you for reading! (and sorry this is so long jfc)