#and the fact that my most popular post is about eurovision is peak european

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I posted 3,882 times in 2022

That's 3,019 more posts than 2021!

989 posts created (25%)

2,893 posts reblogged (75%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@bobfloydsbabe

@asirensrage

@joaquinwhorres

@zoeydeschanel

@dailybridgerton

I tagged 3,869 of my posts in 2022

#the winner's queue - 1,335 posts

#message - 472 posts

#answered - 468 posts

#helena rants - 373 posts

#friends oc - 333 posts

#!!! - 217 posts

#friends fic - 194 posts

#mcu - 182 posts

#marvel - 179 posts

#friends creations - 176 posts

Longest Tag: 112 characters

#nothing takes me out of the reading experience more than someone writing unphased when they clearly mean unfazed

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

An Non-Comprehensive List of Things in the Bridgerton Season 2 Trailer That Made Me Go Feral™

Violet announcing to everyone that Anthony is looking for a wife

ICONIC™

Lady Danbury introducing Kate and Edwina

Anthony walking with Mary

Any time Jonathan Bailey appears tbh

THE BRIDGERTON GANG

including Baby Basset

Anthony telling Benedict he is NOT choosing with his "heart"

BENEDICT

Scruffy Colin

ABC in tophats

Any time Simone Ashley is on screen tbh

Benedict: "the Sisterrrrrr"

NEWTON

OUR FLUFFY BOY

Kate closing the doors in Anthony's face

His face when Kate closes the doors in his face

More Baby Basset

I SPOT FRAN

ELOISE BEING FRIENDS WITH KATE AND ROASTING THE MEN

PALL MALL

pall mall pall mall pall mall

Benedict's face is too expressive for his own good

Anthony and his pink mallet begrudgingly clapping

THE BEE STING ON KATE'S NECK

I REPEAT THERE'S A BEE STING ON KATE'S NECK

(or is it a hickey)

THAT shot of Anthony

You know the one I'm talking about

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115 notes - Posted March 9, 2022

#4

My brain when Miles Teller appeared on screen in Top Gun: Maverick

123 notes - Posted June 5, 2022

#3

hands in your hair | jake 'hangman' seresin x oc

Rating: T+ Warnings: Alcohol, kissing Prompt: Running fingers through hair Requested: Yes, by @natrace Word count: ~1.4k (i blacked out) Summary: Jake doesn't mean to touch Jas' hair.

A/N: Thank you so much to Lyra, who requested this drabble, which turned out much longer than I intended. She's having a pretty shit day with people impersonating her because of her connection to me, so I thought finally posting this might cheer her up. This does not fall into the overall canon of the Turning Tables universe. Enjoy!

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They were sitting in a booth at the Hard Deck. Jas was arguing animatedly with Phoenix and Payback about something Jake wasn't even remotely interested in.

He watched Jas as she moved her hands, incensed that neither of her sparring partners was on her side. Her lips pursed as she listened to Phoenix, her nose scrunched in concentration, and her light brown hair fell over her shoulders and down her back in loose waves.

He liked her like this the most. Relaxed and free, out of that heinous uniform that made very few people look good. Actually, he liked her best when she was falling apart under him, but this image wasn't far behind.

He wanted to tell her, but Jas would tell him to fuck off. It felt like a miracle that she was even sitting next to him.

"That's just stupid," Jas huffed, clearly horrified at whatever Payback had just said.

Jake's arm was slung across the back of the booth, his eyes trained on her side profile. He wanted to touch her, feel her skin under his fingertips, and hear her sigh his name like she did when they were alone and tangled up in each other. When she called him Jake instead of Seresin.

"Whatever," Payback said, shaking his head in surrender. He got up and headed to the bar to get another beer. Phoenix followed him out of the booth and joined the rest of the squad at the pool table.

Jas turned her head to him with an incredulous look. "What do you think you're doing?"

The bottle he was raising to his lips halted halfway in the air, his brows knitting together. "I'm not doing anything."

Jas narrowed her eyes at him. She then looked over her shoulder at his hand resting on the back of the booth. "You're touching my hair."

Jake opened his mouth to protest, but no words came out as he caught a glimpse of his hand very clearly in Jas' hair.

He hadn't realized he was doing it.

He removed his hand and pulled it to himself, letting it fall back at his side. "Sorry," he muttered and took a sip of his beer. He wasn't, though, not really.

Jas held his gaze. She looked disappointed, but he had to be imagining it. There's no way he wasn't. Jas had made it very clear that what happened in her office was a one-time thing, which meant that intimate gestures like playing with her hair, intentional or not, were off-limits.

"It's okay," she finally said and turned her head back to the rest of the squad, who appeared to be discussing teams for another round of pool.

There was something in her tone Jake couldn't quite place.

She finished off her beer and moved to stand. "I need some air."

He watched her leave. She crossed the expanse of the bar at a rapid pace, ignoring Rooster when he asked her to join him for a round of darts. Jas flung the door to the deck open, and Jake watched her shoulders slump through the window the moment she was outside.

Jake caught Phoenix's eye as they flickered from the door Jas had disappeared out of to Jake, who still sat in the booth nursing a beer. She walked back towards him, ignoring Coyote's question of where she was going.

She stopped in front of the booth. "What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything." He hadn't, and Jas said it was okay.

Phoenix didn't look convinced. "You must've done something to make her storm out of here."

Jake shrugged. "She said she needed some air."

Phoenix offered him a skeptical look, but she didn't say anything. She just went back to the pool table to continue the game, flipping Coyote off when he made a remark she didn't appreciate.

Jake replayed the conversation with Jas in his head. The only thing he'd really done was touch her hair without asking first, but it was an absentminded gesture, and Jas hadn't been mad at him, had she? She didn't seem angry, and he'd never known her to hold back.

He had to talk to her and clear the air if she was upset, so he downed the rest of his beer in one go. He got out of the booth, strolled across the bar, and out to the deck. The door clicked shut behind him, and the noise from the bar faded to the background.

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128 notes - Posted September 15, 2022

#2

make the tables turn | jake 'hangman' seresin x oc

Rating: T+ Warning(s): Getting weighed Word count: 1.7k Prompt: N/A Requested: Yes by @anna-phora Summary: Hangman goes to get a routine physical in preparation for the mission but is surprised when his doctor is Jasmine Lane, the girl he tried to take home the night before.

A/N: Thank you to Anna, who requested this drabble, and credit also goes to her for a particular blood pressure line in the story itself. Enjoy, friends!

Edit: Read it on AO3

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“Thank you, Lieutenant Garcia,” Jas said, putting a final note in his chart. “That’s all for today.”

He smiled as he did the last few buttons on his khaki uniform. “Thank you, Doctor,” he said, bidding her goodbye as he left the treatment room.

He left the door slightly ajar, and Jas heard him speak to someone in the waiting area, wishing them luck.

She was glancing at the file of her next victim when Martha, the head nurse, walked in a handful of needle supplies. “Can you please send in Lieutenant Seresin?"

Martha agreed and left to collect the Lieutenant from the waiting area. Jas took a seat in her chair, trying not to grin at the prospect of the look on his face when he saw her.

“Listen, Doc, I’m in peak physical condi…” He trailed off, stopping in his tracks just inside the threshold of her office. Martha closed the door behind the man, sending Jas a knowing look.

“I’m sure you are, Lieutenant,” Jas said, standing to shake his hand as if this was their first time meeting. “But you’re required to be here, so suck it up. I’m Dr. Lane.”

“You,” was all he said, letting go of her hand.

“Me,” she agreed, gesturing towards the chair on the opposite side of her desk. “Please have a seat.”

He sat, albeit reluctantly. “You didn’t tell me you worked here.”

Jasmine looked at him, a smile on her face. He was squirming. “You didn’t ask.”

His eyes grew hard. “I asked what you did for work,” he argued.

She nodded. “That you did,” she agreed. “And I told you I’m a doctor, which I am.” She gestured around her office and all the medical equipment. She adjusted the stethoscope around her neck.

Hangman stared at her. “You lied.”

“I didn’t.”

“Lying by omission is still lying.”

She shrugged. “Maybe, but you were too busy trying to get in my pants to notice.”

His mouth flattened into a tight line, and he eyed her suspiciously, but he didn’t say another word.

“Are you ready to begin?”

He grumbled a yes, and actually stood when Jas told him to stand at the measurement on her wall. She brought the block down and noted his height on the file.

“Have I grown, Doc?” His smile was easy, his tone confident. He was trying to get her to crack, but she’d played this game with plenty of people before him - there was nothing he could do that would surprise her.

“No,” she said, straightening up. “If you could just hop on the scale for me.”

He walked to the scale, but Jas stopped him. “Without your shoes, please.” Hangman glowered at her, his smirk gone in an instant. She gave a friendly smile, but he wasn’t having any of it. Maybe he thought she was enjoying this too much, which in all fairness, should be a feeling he understood all too well. Hadn’t he been cocky in his conviction that he could get Jas to leave with him the night before?

He sat on the bed and undid the laces of his standard issue boots in silence.

He stood on the scale, and Jasmine joined him by it, so she could adjust it until it was even. She could feel his eyes on her, assessing her every move and breath. It wasn’t something she was used to - her patients were usually most anxious about the weighing portion of their exam. Hangman seemed unfazed.

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148 notes - Posted July 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Still hoping he falls down the stairs

163 notes - Posted May 14, 2022

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