#about anything but herself alskdjf )

[slautertm]

IN THE AFTERMATH OF NERDY PRUDES -- MAY BE REBLOGGED AND ADDED TO ( under cut for triggering content & spoilers ) :

i got to say this first. steph still has the gun. and it can bounce from her nightstand to the glovebox of her car.

steph begins to abuse alcohol. i have talked about it HERE, but to go into more detail, within the first week it's something she uses to go to sleep. she carries a flask to school for a month ( sometimes touching it, sometimes not, fully wanting to be found with it and sent home ) in case she needs something to pull her through the day. even on mornings when she is just hungover she really does not drive herself to school until after homecoming when she's slowing down a little bit. it's something she is trying not to lean on too heavily but it is something she is struggling to kick completely for awhile. she is trying her best to hide it from anyone and everyone though.

she does not miss school that first week and does not consider it unless she decides to go to pete's and / or grace ( but refuses to go to grace's house ) or somewhere with the two. after that she is pretty on and off with how often she goes to school till january or febuary of 2021.

checks 15,000 dollars from the mayor / 'the city of hatchetfield' was donated to the families of ruth fleming and richard lipschitz in order to aid in funeral costs. the mayor was reported missing by his daughter two days after those letters of condolence and donations were delivered. max's family does not receive money, but the mayor's office does send a rather large bouquet of flowers.

she attends every victim of max's and max's own funeral. she brings flowers. she sits in the back ( and or by pete ). she does not cry at any of them but does when she gets a moment alone afterwards (but gets close at richie and ruth's).

frequently has nightmares about the lords in black ( especially tinky, wiggly, and nibbly ) and about pete being dead. sometimes about richie, ruth, max, her dad and their own cold ghosts having... not the kindest things to say as they attack. mostly about the lords in black and pete being shot.

cannot do loud noises, eSPECIALLY not SUDDEN loud noises.

stops going to parties all together - i feel like she goes to one but is very quickly and suddenly overwhelmed and leaves ( and calls someone to get her ).

the very first thing she does after school that first day is she gets right to work on preparations for when her dad's body is found / when hatchetfield gives up on him- which she is not expecting to be long. the mayor being gone after years and years of being elected mayor the weeks before the election? something must have happened. she is hoping to be left enough money to properly bury him but is also not banking on being left any money so it's a lot of research, a lot of looking through her dad's office for answers or for lawyers information, trying to figure out how to adult in a matter of weeks. she's really struggling but trying her best to hide it.

steph comes into... a lot of money in the aftermath of nerdy prudes, but honestly only saves a portion of it for herself- that portion is the money made from selling house and then 200,000. she doesn't want it and honestly for a longtime is giving it away to people who she thinks need it - ( and she has accounts made in which she intends to give to pete and grace, though grace first has Less. but also if she finds out what you are up to miss chasity that money is going bye bye miss ) she writes herself a will even before she comes into her inheritance ( and of course has to edit it ) but honestly feels wrong about sitting with so much

very much so is... not leaning on pete ( and to some extent, grace though her own feelings on grace is... complicated ) . she is trying to avoid talking things through her own trauma and instead focus on taking care of both of the surviors but especially pete. it's her way of an apology until she can find the courage to utter to words... and then say it again ( yes. i do know it's life or death and she knows it to but steph really does feel bad and is haunted by the fact that she almost killed him, that she was talked into that, and really feeling like it should have been her.) it's not something she gets over, even if a conversation is had about it.

now for grace - is steph feeling protective over grace? yes. does steph feel a little closer to grace to consider her a friend ( or at least an almost friend, inviting her to do things )? yes. HOWEVER. steph does feeling growing irritation as time passes for grace just abandoning them there after max got to the gym as well as for everything that happened- the latter being mostly a defense because she sits there thinking about what if's. how fast she puts what grace is doing together is dependent on how grace is carrying herself- but honestly... steph feels like she is being held together by tape so much of the time- so she is a little bit naive. she is not so naive to people going missing which leads me to my next point..

multiple people starting to go missing due to grace’s evil Power Move really does trigger steph’s protectiveness and while she before was putting on a sort of mask of ease, being put together, that sets her off and she gets noticably tense and is withdrawing from everyone that isn't pete and grace as she tries to figure out what the fuck is happening. steph is slightly paranoid, and her little flinching and nerves are Wide Awake as she tries her best to QUICKLY figure out what the FUCK is going on so that no one else or limited people get hurt.

[ticklystuff]

My team is Kafka, Sampo, Gepard and Silver Wolf, thank you :)

ask game is closed!

heyyyyy i hope you like sampard bc this post is about to turn into sampard f/ kafka and silver wolf alskdjf

who’s the most ticklish character

GEPPIE and he has the misfortune of having to team up with sampo like the poor thing can't get a break with him around. kafka and silver wolf love watching geppie get wrecked from the sidelines bc that man is always so serious about things and they'll even encourage sampo or tell him where to tickle geppie next. they're all just mean bullies to geppie

who’s the character that most people would assume isn't ticklish, but actually is

kafka because her backstory is written to make her sound like some living nightmare. she's not intimidated by the idea of tickles in the slightest and she's always tickling others so the thought of ticklish kafka doesn't cross many people's minds but she will squeak if you get her good. silver wolf and sampo know though and have no fear lol the consequences are problems for future them

who’s the character that everyone gangs up on and tickles

lmao it's geppie and it can start from anything. like silver wolf's diet probably consists of mt dew and hot cheetos and gepard being the dad of the group will make sure his team has balanced meals but sometimes silver wolf doesn't want his cooking and when geppie insists that she needs to eat healthier, she'll just cry out for sampo and kafka and geppie knows what's about to happen so he'll be like "nononono you CANT do that" and he'd throttle silver wolf in the moment but sampo and kafka are already on top of him and tickling the living day lights out of him for being mean to silver wolf

who’s the character that somehow knows everyone else’s tickle spots and reveals them to others

silver wolf! i am not totally sure how her hacking stuff works but she'd just know even without all the special hacking and she's not afraid to use this info as a threat kafka is also just really good at guessing. maybe it's just intuition or she has special abilities like silver wolf but she somehow always get it right

who's the character with one specific tickle spot that only one other person knows about

kafka knows all of silver wolf's tickle spots and she knows that silver wolf has the most ticklish elbows. like kafka will be like "lemme see" and just grab silver wolf's arm and silver wolf is flailing to get away because she doesn't like the feeling of kafka's nails trailing against her arm

who’s the most likely to win gang tickle wars

oh it's kafka but i think sampo would be a close second. it's just that she doesn't hold back and even when someone is tickling her they still have to watch their back because she will somehow manage to get them and flip the tables if they're not careful. she also has that manipulation thing going for her if she really wants to use it, but that's not as fun also idk i feel like geppie, silver wolf, and sampo would be absolutely helpless once they're tickled and can't really do anything lol

which character has a kink for tickling

asldkjfkldsa i wrote like a whole essay about this for another team that was submitted but geppie would have a tickle kink that he's super embarrassed about but only for the right person (sampo) but he doesn't even tell sampo about this and sampo eventually figures it out (i think i said he saw tickling videos in geppie's search history lmao) but he does his best not to bring it up or tease geppie about it because geppie himself hasn't talked about it to sampo but sampo will make sure to treat geppie to plenty of tickles when they're alone together also kafka might. like i feel like she'd just be open to trying many things and tickling is just one of those things that just stuck for her. she likes the breathless exhilarating feeling, whether it be from her lee or herself

which character didn’t even know they were ticklish until another character tickled them

oooohhhh i'm gonna go with sampo on this one because he's so hard to catch and no one has ever been able to tickle him until he met kafka bc she's just too good and he was so shocked to find out he's super sensitive

which two characters have tickle fights all the time

GEPPIE AND SAMPO it's more like sampo attacking geppie all the time but he just loves teasing the general and hearing him laugh it's not his fault geppie looks cute when he's all breathless and flustered aldskjkflas kafka and silver wolf especially when kafka is about to beat her in a video game and silver wolf needs to do something about it. silver wolf always ends up losing the tickle fight and then they both lose the game because they're both fighting like gurl all that effort and for what also i feel like geppie and silver wolf would have this almost sibling relationship, except silver wolf is constantly bullying geppie with tickles and she claims that "it helps train you for the front lines, what if the enemy captures and tickles you??"

[sibillascribbles08]

Okay! Finally got this done (focused on a lot of other things but I did not forget). This is the 9th prompt that @sehfi asked for (it is not letting me @ you love tumblr it's great)

Promise I'm still workin on these y'all just a bit slow going alskdjf

anyway have more dads

Raising an infant who was still relatively half turtle, maybe just a little less—approximately 43.7% according to Donnie—made it very different from raising a typical baby. Any advice they got was usually from Splinter, who raised four of these kids once, and anything Splinter couldn’t answer, Jason and Donnie would put their heads together to figure it out. 

For example, as Splinter warned them early on, the turtle gene kinda destroys the whole immobile to crawling to walking phases. Holly could crawl pretty much a day after she was born, and she got proficient at it. Jason sometimes felt bad that her “room” at present was a giant decked out tank. But given her size at the time—she fit in his palm for crying out loud—it became a necessity. Heaven knew where she’d end up if they let her wander free. 

But when she got bigger—at least big enough that Jason held her with two hands—she was allowed to scurry about the apartment with minimal supervision. And scurry she did. Any room that wasn’t closed was immediately explored. She crawled under furniture, into crevices, up a few shelves, and somehow onto the kitchen counter once. 

Jason asked Splinter if his boys ever did this. Despite the fur on his face, it was easy to imagine him sweating when he said yes. Just imagine keeping up with four of them in a sewer of all places. He assumes it's why his hair went grey so fast. 

And if she could get around like this on all fours, well, Jason dreaded what would happen when she figured out the whole bipedal thing and her hands were much more free. 

At a year and a half, Holly figured that out. Longer than usual for most babies but considering she could navigate so well on four legs, the transition to two wasn’t nearly as pressing. Evidently the motivator was trying to climb up to the table to get to the freshly fried shrimp Donnie or Jason would leave on the table. 

And, like Jason suspected, the trouble only increased.

If only he bothered to realize that her scampering around on two legs wasn’t the only concern when it came to her getting bigger. 

“Get back here!” Jason shouted after his daughter. 

Donnie laughed and encouraged Holly to run off with the big bag of fruit snacks. Damn his husband for not helping. The last thing they needed was her ripping into that package and eating herself sick, because that is something she did on the regular. And Jason would clean up the puke nine times out of ten because Donnie would get way to squeamish with it. 

Also those were his fruit snacks. 

Holly giggled as she took off down the apartment hallway toward her room, the bag crinkling as she went. Jason began to catch up, only for an arm to catch him by the stomach.

“Donnie!” He immediately snapped and tried to thrash out of the turtle’s grip. “Let go.”

“No way, she deserves a head start.”

“She is going to eat those and get sick.”

“Relax.” Donnie pulled him closer. “Let her have some fun.” 

Jason didn’t stop trying to wiggle free. “You’re going to say that until she steals your snacks. Now let go.” 

Donnie lightly shook him back and forth, teasing. 

“Quit it.” Jason snapped. “Quit it or I’ll bite.”

“How do you know I won’t be into that?”

“I know for a fact you are not into that, Donnie.” 

Jason felt the breath on the back of his neck before Donnie’s sharp teeth gently brushed over the skin. “Bite me and I’ll bite you.” 

Jason quit struggling but turned his head to glare. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.” 

Donnie shrugged. “If you insist.” He sat on the floor, arm still tightly wrapped around Jase’s middle. 

Jason didn’t get a warning besides that when he felt Donnie nip at his ear. He jumped and fought to hold back his laugh. “Hey. Knock it off.” 

“Nah.” He bit his earlobe next, then trailed down his neck. They were all gentle, only enough to tickle, and that was possibly the worst part about it.

“Donnie!” Jason squeaked and tried to tug away. “You’re making me ticklish.” 

“A successful distraction.” 

“Oh yeah?” Jason managed to say despite another nip to his shoulder. He saw Holly leaning out of the door to her room. The fruit snacks were gone, but it was doubtful she’d eaten them. Perhaps she couldn’t open the bag. Or maybe Jason’s laughter caught her attention. Anytime she saw her dads having fun she just had to join in somehow. 

Donnie blew a raspberry against the back of Jason’s neck. He burst out laughing again. 

Holly scurried over—on all fours this time—her eyes wide and curious. 

“Ah, the criminal returns.” Jason held out a hand for her. “Where did your spoils go, ma’am?” 

Holly took his hand. Her four little fingers held onto his. She stared at it, then at her dads, then at his hand again. 

Then she giggled, opened her mouth wide, and bit him. 

The pain hit, hard, but thankfully it was still dulled enough by shock that Jason didn’t rip his hand away, which would have made everything worse. He just stared at his daughter, who still had her mouth on the part where his thumb meets his palm. 

“Uh,” Donnie said. “Is that—”

Jason saw the drop of red start to slide down his skin. Holly stared at him, clearly confused. Then her face twisted in disgust and she pulled back, smacking her now red lips. 

Oh, that was a lot of blood.

“Okay!” Donnie immediately scooped Jason up and carried him into the kitchen. Jason held his hand under the sink for a moment, letting water run over the injury and oh that made it sting twice as bad. As soon as he pulled it back Donnie pressed a spare dish towel over the injury. 

“Sit. Sit.” Donnie gave the demand before he simply picked Jason up again and plopped him into the kitchen chair. “I’m calling Leo.” 

“Donnie, I doubt it’s so bad—”

“Calling Leo.” He announced and walked out of the room. 

Jason pouted, but kept pressure on the injury. He heard Donnie speaking on the phone, and then Holly’s concerned whines. After a few minutes, his husband returned and carefully sat her on the counter as he worked on cleaning out her mouth. Holly protested at first, a few sharp whines and even a scream, but eventually relented. 

It was during this that Jason actually realized just how big her teeth had gotten. Not something you think about with how fast kids grow. 

Leo flashed into the apartment with a portal, a med kit tucked under his arm. 

“Man, where is it this time?” The slider already cracked a few jokes as he approached the table. “Is your daughter going to give you a scar to match the one Donnie gave you?”

“Not funny, Nardo.” Donnie snapped and picked Holly up. She clearly wanted down, waving her arms and reaching towards the floor and then towards Jase, but he didn’t loosen his grip. 

“Sorry, I’m going to make fun of that until we all die.” Leo kept grinning as he rolled his eyes. “Come on, let’s see the damage.” 

Jason let Leo work, keeping his eyes on his daughter rather than the injury in question. He didn’t really want to know how deep it was. Seeing stuff like that would still remind him of that nasty injury he got on his leg years ago. Despite how much time had passed, anything that made him think he was back in that storage room made his breathing halt. 

“Thankfully not bad enough for stitches, but you’re gonna wanna keep this clean and avoid moving your hand too much or you’ll reopen it. Hope you don’t mind some tight bandages.” Leo said before stretching out some medical tape and getting to work. 

With everything properly wrapped up, Leo stowed his supplies away and stood. “There, let me know if anything weird happens with it. As for you.” He turned toward his niece and tapped her on the nose. “Watch your chompers.”

Her answer to that bit of advice was to open her mouth and try to nip at Leo’s finger.

“Hah, apparently not.” The slider kept smiling. “Cya Tuesday Donnie.” 

“Yeah, thanks Nardo.” Donnie called after his twin as he vanished through another portal.

Jason sighed and stood. He walked over to Holly and reached out for her, but she opened her mouth again and he retreated.

She really didn’t like that, her whine shifting into tears and a wail.

“Whoa, whoa.” Donnie shifted his grip so she was laying in the crook of his elbow instead. “What’s wrong?” 

Jason frowned as he watched her. He reached out again and the tears slowed, but once again when his hand got close enough she opened her mouth. He didn’t let go, but he moved his hand away, and once again she got frustrated.

“Wait,” Jason said. “She probably thinks it’s a game.”

Donnie blinked at him. “Huh?”

“You were playfully biting me and we were laughing. She probably thinks it’s a game but she doesn’t realize how hard she’s biting.”

“Oooooh.” Donnie carefully lifted her up so she was at eye level. “Holly. No no on the biting.” He snapped his teeth again. “Yes yes with this.” He gently smooched her head. 

Holly still didn’t completely get no and yes sometimes. She knew what the words meant, of course, but sometimes it was harder to explain specifically what about her actions were a no-no. 

Thankfully even at this age she was pretty good at mirroring, so sometimes it was just a matter of repeating a behavior until it stuck. In fact, Donnie repeated himself a few times, showing the actions again. Then he shifted her around so she faced Jason.

He reached out for his daughter again. He let her take his hand. But this time instead of opening her mouth she instead pressed the bottom half of her face against it. She didn’t exactly give him a kiss. More like she just pressed her lips together and blew out some air. 

Jason snorted, then laughed. 

Her face lit up and she repeated the motion a few times.

“Okay, okay.” He took her in her arms. “Don’t do that too much. It’s so cute I might throw up.” 

“No, no, keep going.” Donnie pulled out his phone. “I need a video.” 

Holly giggled, still repeating the motion over and over again. Who knew how long it would take for her to get tired for it. 

Oh well, he could tolerate it. Her delight made the lingering pain in his hand more than worth it.

[empyreanwritings]

Bby it is I, and I think I’d love to see anything with brat reader holding a candelabra, in a long satin robe and high heels, being absolutely ridiculous walking about in the dead of night

Feel free to change it to your liking 💛

Thank youuuu, I ✨adore✨ you

A/N: I edited this only slightly for humor purposes, but I love this request alskdjf

“What the hell are you doing?” 

You turned around as gracefully as you possibly could to face Nat, who seemed less than amused to find you wandering the living room in the middle of the night. 

It started out with you being unable to sleep. You slipped on your favorite robe and snuck out of the bedroom to make yourself some tea, but the floor was freezing. And you didn’t own tacky bunny slippers. High heels had been the only logical option, especially when they matched the robe so well. It wasn’t your fault that, even at three in the morning, fashion came first. 

You didn’t want to turn on all the lights and wake everyone up. Once Ros woke up, the kitten followed his lead, and it was always a mess after that. Your goal was to make tea and fall right back asleep! 

So, you grabbed the nearest candle and used it to light your way. Did it provide enough light? Absolutely not. Were you just excited to use the candle you had specifically made to be shaped like Nat’s body? Yes. It was your favorite candle, and you didn’t have an excuse to just carry it around until now. 

“I’m making tea,” you replied calmly. “Did you want some?” 

Nat raised a brow, and you noticed the way she fought off a smile. “Your definition of making tea is spinning around in circles in the living room?” 

“I was not spinning around in circles! I was gliding slowly into the kitchen.” 

The two of you stared at each other for a solid minute before she sighed in defeat and made her way into the kitchen. She had a feeling the only way tea would actually get made is if she made it herself. She didn’t want to waste time. The sooner she got you back into the bed, the sooner she could fall back asleep. 

She always slept terribly when you weren’t next to her. 

“If I actually make this for you, are you going to drink it?” She asked, partially knowing your answer already. 

You rolled your eyes playfully as you set the candle down on the kitchen counter. “I will! Just don’t make it too hot. Or use too much honey. Or steep it for to long.” 

Nat deadpanned. It was going to be a long night. 

[freefallingup13]

one word prompt: fruit salad

I’m actually surprised I got this on my main blog instead of my writing prompts one lmao, did you follow from there or did I not pay attention and ask for prompts here lmao (also really neat if you just offered a prompt, I’m so tired I can’t think of which reason this is lmao) (Also anon for the BTHB request, it is in the works! It will be coming out... as SOON as I figure out what I want in a sickfic alskdjf;aoeiwfjadkf)

Fruit Salad (Jaren’s Puppy)

Masterlist

CW: This is a pet whump/slavery fic, if I continue to post more of this story there will be dubcon and noncon.This one doesn’t have anything very whumpy, just an intimate male whumper. As always, Whumpee is a girl  and the Whumper is called “Master”.

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Toni rested her cheek against her Master’s chest as they sat. He was talking to some ambassador from another coven - they seemed to be one of the smarter ones, quick to negotiate, quick to surrender. It pleased her Master.

When her stomach growled, she cringed, burying her face in her Master’s shirt. Embarrassing to make such a noise, and in front of a guest...

“Oh, Puppy.” Her Master cooed, stroking her hair. He was smiling at her when she peeked up at him. “You didn’t say you were hungry.”

Glancing at the ambassador, she adjusted herself in her Master’s lap. “I... didn’t want to disturb your meeting, Master,” she said quietly, her ears pinned against her head.

Jaren couldn’t help but laugh, waving a servant over. “Don’t you worry about that, Pup,” he said as he nodded to the servant. “You’ve been so good. You deserve a treat.”

Toni managed a small smile as she looked back down, curling up in his lap. Master seemed happy; he liked the easier takeovers.

A few minutes later, a bowl was placed onto the table in front of them. It had a small pile of fruit in it - grapes, berries, melon. It was a very colorful array.

Without skipping a beat, Jaren continued to talk, leaning forward to pick up a piece of fruit. Toni began to reach out as well, but he took her wrist into his free hand. “No need, Pup,” he chided her lightly, leaning back. He loved the little, insecure looks that she would give him, her eyebrows tented and her eyes wide with just a little bit of fear.

He smiled as he pressed the berry to her lips. She let out a noise of confusion, parting her lips. It wasn’t enough to even taste the thing, he noticed. She must have been so used to letting him in instinctively when he touched her lips. The thought made his grin grow wider.

“Eat up, Puppy,” he whispered to her. She gave him one more look before taking the fruit from his fingers, careful not to bite him or let any juice drip onto their clothes.

He continued to feed her like this until the bowl was empty, never ceasing his demands of the ambassador. More territory. More troops. Blood and prey offerings. Toni didn’t listen. She never needed to listen. Besides, she was being good. Master was giving her a treat. Why would she need to care?

[perfectlycapable]

☾   cute character questions   ☽

THE  BASICS.

NAME :  Pamela Lyndon Travers, otherwise known as Helen Lyndon Goff AGE :  62 as of the events of smb  ZODIAC SIGN :  leo. of course she is. ONE GOOD TRAIT :  tenacious. good is a matter of perspective, I guess, but she is an unmarried female writer in the 1960′s, so I prefer to see her stubbornness as an ode to her strength. ONE BAD TRAIT :  pretentious. looks at friend monkey, sleeping beauty, and bee.  

HABITS.

ONE BAD HABIT :  refusing to move on. both mistakes and accomplishments.  ONE GOOD HABIT :  truly experiencing the present. which sounds sort of contradictory, but I mean a more poetic experience, something like a more profound appreciation of her surroundings, rather than her own actions. she has the wonderful habit of seeing the beauty in the trivial, like the trees outside her window that she sees every single day, and yet still finds more eloquent ways to ascribe metaphor. it’s a wonderful remnant of her days as a follower of Æ and Yeats. ONE HABIT THEY CAN’T BREAK :  love of fairytales. not outright a habit, per se, but she seeks out more and more mythology & lore with a vicious thirst for knowledge even as she gets older. which really irks that pretentious serious writer side of her i’m sure.  ONE THEY’VE BROKEN :  madge. she and pamela were the very definition of the high-school-dramatized couple for a decade, having awful rows but always ending back up together, intense in both their highs and lows. but eventually enough was enough.  WHAT THEY’RE AFRAID OF :  disappointing her father’s memory, primarily. but also not achieving the prestige she feels she deserves: she would despise being known as a writer of children’s books, and not a sensual Celtic poet.  

FAMILY.

THEIR PARENTS NAMES : Travers and Margaret Goff  THEIR SIBLINGS NAMES : Biddy & Moya  FAVOURITE CHILDHOOD MEMORY :  sitting out under the stars in Queensland.  FAVOURITE CHILDHOOD TOY :  I’m... drawing a blank on this one. can I cheat and say she loved to play with words even at a young age.  EMBARRASSING STORY :  not so much related to family, but she took a trip to Europe with Madge once and they proceeded to take very explicit pictures together in a public plaza. she was a very different woman in her younger days.   FAVOURITE FAMILY MEMBER : her father not even a contest.  A STORY ABOUT THAT FAMILY MEMBER :  though her father was a banker ( once a manager, then demoted to clerk due to alcoholism ) he used to tell grand tales about being a genteel plantation manager in Ireland, constructing imaginative stories about an Australian’s celtic soul. 

WHAT  THEY  PREFER.

COFFEE OR TEA ?   teaaaaa SHOWERING IN THE DAY OR NIGHT ?  night. TAKING BATHS OR TAKING SHOWERS ? baths. TV OR MOVIES ?  movies WRITING OR READING ?  writing. PLATONIC OR ROMANTIC LOVE ?  platonic. ICED TEA OR LEMONADE ?  iced tea is basically blasphemy but I can’t see her enjoying lemonade.  ICE CREAM OR SMOOTHIES ?  ice cream CUPCAKES OR CAKE ?  cake BEACH OR MOUNTAINS ?  mountains. she would just hate beaches alskdjf. 

FAVOURITES.

SONG :  I’m a bit rusty on my classical music ( which is to say I know absolutely nothing ) but she’d love any classical song absolutely no one but herself had ever heard of.  BAND : I’m not sure she’d have a favorite band? I may have to come back and correct this but rest assured she would hate anything mainstream.  OUTFIT : her typical two-piece brown suit.  PLACE : Ireland is probably what she’d say, but it’s more likely the American Southwest. go america.     MEMORY :  the time she spent in Pound Cottage with Æ and had to strap newspapers to her calves.  PERSON :  herself. nah, I mean, probably her father or father-substitutes like Æ or Gurdjieff.  MOVIE :  anything but Mary Poppins lmao. I can see her liking Olivier’s Henry V. SHOW :  if she watched tv which I’m not surely sure she would all that frequently, I could totally see her having Lucy as a guilty pleasure. 

TAGGED BY :   @trickstercaptain TAGGING :  honestly at this point. go forth and do the meme I am Fatigued.