#blume's favourites

[srednyvashtar]

I've never been terribly active here but I've returned to share my favourite patterns that make me slightly uncomfy and/or ready to star in an absolutely CRACKING sci-fi miniseries, please enjoy.

DEGEN ADULT EYES SWEATER by Lindsay Degen

Who WOULDN'T want this Biblically accurate sweater? The perfect attire for every horrifying occasion.

#22 Raglan Sleeve Pullover by Laura Zukaite

The rather staid naming of this sweater belies its Mad Max energy. After the apocalypse comes for us I hope we can at least dress like this.

Open Waters Shawl by Melanie Berg

A good shawl to wear to a duel to the death with your mortal enemy, if your mortal enemy has trypophobia.

Romanesco Jumper by Ranti Ehinmola

Honestly, the number of variations shown in the project photos for this pattern is amazing. Not only can you fulfill your dreams of looking like a 5th Element villain, you can do it your way.

DEGEN HOLE SWEATER by Lindsay Degen

This is a practical pattern for people like me who are in denial about living in a desert and stubbornly insist on wearing knitwear despite ample evidence this is a bad idea.

Wilderness by Martin Storey

I absolutely adore the 1950s farmhouse vibe of this photo and the beauty and poise of the model juxtaposed with the fact that she looks like a human bittermelon and she is fucking KILLING it

# 17 Patterned Sweater with V-Yoke by Sabrina/Sandra team designers

An unassuming mass-produced pattern from the 90s that, just coincidentally, looks like something you'd wear to head an intergalactic delegation.

Blume by Norah Gaughan

Speaking of space sweaters, here's another that wouldn't look out of place on the bridge of a starship.

Mullion by Martin Storey

This one, on the other hand, looks more like attire for a... space council?

Space Odyssey by Anna Strandberg

This pattern is literally called "Space Odyssey". The author definitely knows.

Dark Moss Pullover by Teti Lutsak

Bringing things back to Earth, the way these broad cables fade into the fabric reminds me of my desire to be buried in one of those mushroom suits after I die. Your interpretation may vary.

Waterbender by Yiğitcan / Pufido

The ultimate in dramatic sleeves.

Day Dreams by Stacy Collingham

Finally... I think the Power Rangers fought this sweater.

[stariikis]

wordle wars | sim jaeyun

desc ; beating jake in any new york times game is nearly unimaginable. nearly. you've done it before, but it's a rare occurrence. so what happens when you surprisingly beat him in all the games there are to offer on that website?

pairing ; smart!simjaeyun x gf!reader genre ; fluff, established rs, hs setting wc ; 920 notes ; yes this is based on today's games lol. what was that mini crossword though...

“this is boring,” you mutter, probably a little too loudly because your physics teacher glances your way and frowns. lowering your voice, you whisper to your seatmate, busy copying down what’s on the whiteboard. “let’s play wordle.” 

jake gives you a half skeptical, half exasperated look. “we’re supposed to be doing practice 3.2, you know that?” 

unbothered, you stick your tongue out at him and taunt him, “you don’t play now, you automatically lose for today! ‘cause i’m going to get it right now.” 

it’s become a daily habit for you and your boyfriend to exchange a knowing look in the middle of class, and hurriedly type in the familiar link to see who’ll get the five letter word first. fortunately for you, your boyfriend just happens to be your seatmate, and it seems you have escaped the wrath of your teachers knowing about your relationship. because otherwise they would have put you in one corner and him in the other. 

it’s amazing how they haven’t separated the two of you, though, for the amount of noise generated from your side of the classroom. but you’re sure every outburst of uncontrollable laughter makes them regret their decision more and more everyday. 

usually, jake’s the one who figures out the word first, or with fewer guesses. you make a fuss, complaining about how he’s ‘totally cheating his way through’. ‘how?’ he asks, smiling in a bemused manner, and you’ll just accuse him of looking up the word or peeking at your screen. other times, when you win, you (obviously) make a fuss, and seize the chance to gloat about your achievement. 

he may be better at english, but you never lose when it comes to teasing him. 

so, threatened by your previous taunt, jake fiercely types in the link, sliding his laptop so you can’t see his screen. 

“it’s okay,” you jeer, turning up your nose his way. “i don’t need to see your screen to win. unlike someone.” 

“how many times do i have to tell you i don’t cheat??? i’m just smart. you have a skill issue.” 

oh, you’re so going to beat him today. 

you type in the five letters of your favourite starter word, 

heart

the ‘e’ is probably at the end. ugh, these words are stupid, it could be forever until i get it right. 

you sneak a glance at jake’s screen just to provoke him, and you’re met with a competitive glare. 

“no peeking. see? you always do this,” he whines, shoving your shoulder. 

rolling your eyes, you lean back and type,

blume

damn, the ‘e’ isn’t at the end. that’s funny. then it’s at the start. here… what word starts with ‘eb?’ 

ebony

when the letter tiles flip over to reveal a fully green word, you gasp a little too loudly and shake jake’s arm. which earns you a stare from your teacher again, but he says nothing. does he even care about what you do in class? probably not. 

“i got it, in three! it’s hard today,” you giggle, mentally crossing your fingers he doesn’t humble you by getting the word in two. (you’ll actually hide and repent.)

jake immediately turns your way and grins. you can’t tell if he’s acting, or if he’s actually beaten you. “i got it in one.” 

“no way, you liar!” you slide the laptop so you can see his screen. unsurprisingly, he hasn’t gotten it. in fact, he’s already submitted three guesses without figuring out the word. hence, you are victorious. you smugly reach over and flick his arm. 

“yeah yeah, i didn’t. but i’ll beat you in the other games.” 

when he finally gets the word, you move on to connections, and you beat him for this one too, though it takes you both some time. because in what world is ‘fathom’ a unit of length? why is ‘yard’ under that same category and not under ‘____ sale?’ jake mutters something under his breath about how american the system is when you show him the answers. 

strands is easy to you, but for some reason it takes jake some time to realise the theme. (‘you don’t know anything art related, do you?’ ‘obviously not. that’s why i’m in this physics class with you, stupid.’) 

soon enough, class is over, but you haven’t finished playing all the games. on the way home, you challenge each other to set a new high score on spelling bee, see who solves the hardest sudoku first, and battle to get the lowest timing for the mini crossword. 

you beat him for every single one. 

by the time you have to part ways and say goodbye, jake’s rolled his eyes enough times for them to stay stuck there at the top of his head. your teasing just never ends, even until the final moment. 

jake opens his arms for his routinely goodbye hug, and when you give it to him, you can’t help but to whisper, “i think i’m starting to get better at these dumb games. better than you.” 

instead of getting annoyed like you hoped he would, he merely replies with a short kiss on your cheek, “maybe you’re just a genius today, baby. must have donated some of my brain cells overnight. i’ll beat you tomorrow.” 

though the flirtatious quip he deadpans does throw you off a little, you can’t let it affect you. through a slightly blurred vision and warm cheeks, you laugh it off and wave as you walk your separate way home. “you can try.”

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[embrosegraves]

𝕊𝕚𝕥 𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕄𝕖

(request) Sebastian Vettel x Reader  The reader just wants to spend time with their boyfriend  Cuddles! Lots of them!

Warnings: None! I love these fluffy requests so much omg

It wasn’t often that Sebastian was home for the week. Usually during the mid year break you would both go for a holiday in some other country, and during the end of year break you would be spending only a few weeks in Switzerland before going to England so that he could be closer to Aston Martin’s HQ. This was the routine ever since you and Seb had started dating during his RedBull days.

If there was ever any down time between races, you insisted on going straight to where the next race was being hosted, no matter how long it was until the next race, because you liked being organised and Seb just liked making you happy. 

It was mid January and you had both gotten to England only three days ago. Seb had been in his office for at least far too many hours today and while you were fine on your own, you wanted to spend some of your time with him before his schedule would pick up for the year. 

Quietly peeking your head through his office door, you called out for his attention. 

“Sebby?” you whispered. 

He looked up from the desk and smiled when he saw you. He always smiled when he looked at you. You were his favourite thing to look at. 

“Yes, Liebe?” 

You loved it when he used sweet pet names with you. Especially when they were in his mother tongue. They made you feel extra special. 

“Can I spend some time in here? I just want to be around you for a bit.” 

If anyone were to ask you what you thought was the one thing that kept your relationship as strong as it was, you would tell them that the best thing you both had done for your relationship was being completely honest with each other. You had agreed pretty early on that you would always speak your mind to the other person so that there was no chance of things being miscommunicated. It was your biggest peeve in your previous relationship and you would always thank the stars that Sebastian had agreed on the unnecessity of being vague with a romantic partner. 

“Of course, Blume. I would be delighted with your company.” 

Sebastian prided himself on always making himself available for you. He never wanted you to feel like you were second fiddle to his racing career. If his schedule was jam packed with things to do, he would go out of his way to spend at least an hour of his day with you. An hour that was not allocated to sleeping or waking up. 

He watched as you quietly entered the room, even though there was no need to be quiet. Seeing you look around the room for somewhere to put yourself while he worked, an idea came to his head. 

“C’mere, you can sit on my lap until I’m done.” He held his hand out for you to grab as you came around the side of his desk. You would never give up an opportunity to sit with him. 

Pushing the chair back so you could sit down, he guided you to sit facing him, with your legs on either side of his. Once you were comfortable, you wrapped your arms around his waist and nuzzled your head into his neck. As you settled he gave a kiss to your head before scooting back towards his desk, one hand rubbing your back and the other flipping pages of development data for him to read over before he went to HQ in the morning. 

You spent 2 hours like this just enjoying the close proximity and presence of your lover. These were the times you treasured the most. It didn’t matter that Seb’s legs had fallen asleep 30 minutes in, and it didn’t matter that your arms were a little sore between his back and the chair. What mattered was spending time with each other. 

What mattered was the fact that no matter how hectic the rest of the year got, you would always have a place to rest on Sebastian’s lap.

I'm actually so in love with this because it's just so simple, yet so?? Cute? Adorable? Am I just naming synonyms?? Anyway, It's a little shorter that what I've posted previously but I wanted to keep it sweet and simple.

I hope you all enjoyed and are having a wonderful holiday season!

requests, likes and reblogs are ALWAYS appreciated xx

[inaviolentnature]

9 people to get to know better, thank you for tagging me merv @comicsguy :)

list 3 ships you like: ooh, i've been revisiting rhack after playing borderlands 3, steddie is a ship i'm always reading (and writing) for, and scollace is a new ship for me

first ship ever: johnlock.... and stucky

last song you heard: prove you wrong by prong

favourite childhood book: i loved "are you there god? it's me margaret" by judy blume, and as a teenager it was "weetzie bat" by francesca lia block

currently reading: listening to the young mungo audio book by douglas stewart

currently watching: rewatching mtv daria, beavis and butt-head, and jessica jones

currently consuming: just drank some strawberry milk

currently craving: some water, i'm so parched but too lazy to get up and get some

no obligation tags: @allmoshnobrain @fairytalesreality @faggotfungus @handholdingisabigdeal @smilingwithfangs @alonetogether @lesbian-hannibal @snowangeldotmp3 @wastrelwoods

[simptasia]

LOST reading list

a list of books read by characters in lost for you to enjoy (or not). this isn't every book referenced in lost. for all that and more, see the "literary works" page on lostpedia, where im getting my info

no, my criteria for this list is that it's been read by a lost character. i'll tell you who (you'll see sawyers name a lot), and i'll add if it's somebody's fave book. this list will not include things like the bible or the qur'an or historical texts, as that while that can technically be recreational reading (it seems to be for ben), i'd rather not

Alice's Adventures In Wonderland by Lewis Carroll (read by Jack)

Are You There God? It's Me Margaret by Judy Blume (read by Sawyer)

A Brief History of Time by Stephan Hawking (read by Ben)

The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoevsky (read by Ben)

Caravan of Dreams by Idries Shah (read by Ben)

Carrie by Stephen King (Read by Juliet, Ben and various other Others. This is Juliet's favourite book)

The Chosen by Chaim Potok (read by Sawyer)

Dark Horse by Tami Hoag (read by Jack)

The Dark Tower I: The Gunslinger by Stephen King (read by Ben)

Dirty Work by Stuart Woods (read by Jack)

Everything That Rises Must Converge by Flannery O'Connor (read by Jacob)

Evil Under The Sun by Agatha Christie (read by Sawyer)

Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury (read by Ben)

Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes (read by Ben)

The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand (read by Sawyer)

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban by JK Rowling (read by Jack)

Haroun and the Sea of Stories by Salmon Rushdie (read by Desmond)

Hotel by Arthur Hailey (read by Ben)

The Invention of Morel by Adolfo Bioy Casares (read by Sawyer)

Lancelot by Walker Percy (read by Sawyer)

Laughter in the Dark by Vladimir Nabokov (read by Hurley)

Notes from Underground by Fyodor Dostoevsky (read by Ilana)

The Oath by John Lescroart (read by Ben)

Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck (read by Sawyer. This is Sawyer's favourite book and author)

Roots by Alex Haley (read by Ben)

A Separate Reality by Carlos Castaneda (read by Ben)

The Sheltering Shy by Paul Bowles (read by Ben)

Ulysses by James Joyce (read by Ben)

Valhalla Rising by Clive Cussler (read by Ben and Jack)

VALIS by Philip K. Dick (read by Ben)

Watership Down by Richard Adams (read by Boone and Sawyer)

A Wrinkle In Time by Madeleine L'Engle (read by Sawyer)

Every work by Charles Dickens other than Our Mutual Friend (read by Desmond. This is his favourite author)

I encourage you to speculate on the character implications put forth by these reading choices. This can raise such questions as: Jack is a Harry Potter fan? What is Desmond's favourite book by Charles Dickens? Boone can read??

Thank you for your time

[enbysiriusblack]

marauders favourite writers:

remus- allen ginsberg

lily- charlotte brontë

james- ursula k. le guin

mary- judy blume

sirius- countee cullen

marlene- robin green

emmeline- kim hyesoon

peter- marv wolfman

dorcas- angela davis

regulus- edgar allan poe

[juliesmac]

@kiwiplaetzchen for the character sheet, @vienguinn for the (lovely) artwork

FINALLY, I bring you the finished character sheet of Valerie! and just in time for her birthday!! so, happy birthday to the silly character I put so much thought into>:)

depending on how things progress in the future this will probably be edited over time to add new things/change things!

I figured since it is her birthday, I should technically introduce y’all to her some more! so, without further ado,

Name :: Valerie June Pine

Age :: sixteen +

Nickname(s) :: pinecone, junebug, junie

Gender & Pronouns :: female, she/her

Birthday :: June 15th, 1874

Nationality :: British / Born in Westminster, London, UK.

Zodiac Sign :: Gemini

Languages Spoken :: English, French.

Hobbies: herbology, journaling and writing, reading about dragons and various rare creatures, playing the piano (but only knowing 2 songs), exploring and going on adventures to learn more. she enjoys divination and a good prank

Favourite Colour(s) :: Red, Blue, Yellow, Green, Beige

Favourite Place(s) :: Hogsmeade, The Forbidden Forest, London, Warm summer afternoons

Favourite Food(s) :: Mashed Potatoes, Green Beans, Pumpkin Pie, Strawberry Jam on toast, Freshly baked bread, Chicken

Least Favourite(s) :: Custard, Rhubarb, anything sour!!

Favourite Drink(s) :: Cinnamon Tea, Pumpkin Spice Tea, Orange Juice

Best Friend(s) :: Sebastian Sallow, Ominis Gaunt, Natsai Onai, Poppy Sweeting, Garreth Weasley, Imelda Reyes, Amit Thakkar, Adelaide Oakes, Leander Prewett, Evangeline Bardsley, Nellie Oggspire, Grace Pinch-Smedley, Nerida Roberts

Love Interest(s) :: Poppy Sweeting, Ominis Gaunt

Other Friends :: Anne Sallow, Samantha Dale, Cressida Blume, Lucan Brattleby, Everett Clopton, Astoria Crickett, Deek, Sophronia Franklin, Richard Jackdaw, Zenobia Noke, Mahendra Pehlwaan, Arthur Plummly, Sirona Ryan, Scrope, Professor Fig, Professor Weasley

Enemies :: Ranrok, Victor Rookwood, The Poachers

About her family ::

Father - Michael Wolf Pine (Diseased)

Mother - Mary-Anne Peony Pine (Diseased)

Family Background - Living most of her life surrounded by muggles was primarily her mothers choice, and throughout her early years, she was not introduced to magic or the wizarding world. Her mother aimed to keep her out of wizarding world affairs for as long as she possibly could, due to her beliefs that her own kind was too dangerous for her pure-blooded child. Because of this, they stayed in London and surrounded themselves with muggles to keep themselves hidden.

Mary-Anne’s entire life she felt more drawn to beasts, and spent most of her life only surrounded by plants rather than with people. That was, however, until she met Valerie’s father.

It was fact, that wizarding families were more prone to losing younger family members. Their inability to control their own magic made them noticeable, and in turn vulnerable to Muggle witch-hunters.

Valerie’s fathers work studying muggles was often frowned upon by his magical peers. In the 17th century, a time where Valarie’s parents were mainly raised & surrounded by fear due to the persecution of wizarding children and adults, muggles would often attempt to force witches and wizards to perform magic for their needs. And because of this wizards and witches decided to retaliate, some— even decided to harm muggles . Due to these events, there was (and still is) a heavy distrust between wizarding kind and muggles, and vice versa. Some wizards even considered starting a war with the muggles because of all the witch trials and executions. Stigma still lies around muggles and their past hatred for wizardkind, but Valerie’s parents trust muggles more than wizarding kind because of their lack of power.

Of course, with time comes curiosity, and by the age of 11 Valerie was no longer naive enough to believe that her father was really just working an office job. Of course, she pursued learning magic in secret from her mother regardless. Valerie found ways to read her mothers old herbology journals, to access her fathers filing cabinets in his home office, where she read about the ministry of magic and found a copy of the daily prophet. Nonetheless, soon it became too hard to hide the fact that she was a witch in front of muggles.

So for the safety of her family, Valerie's mother reluctantly they decided to move to Godric's Hollow, a quaint village in the West Country of England. It was a small community, which centered on a village square with only a church, a post office, a pub, and a few retail shops (Including one she would eventually own). It was the exact kind of quiet they needed, even if Valerie’s mother did not completely agree. 

Her mother eventually had opened a retail herbology store in Godric's Hollow, that primarily served as a shop to sell ingredients for potions, etc. But she also housed quite a few magical beasts in the barn behind the shop.

Death Date: 1890, September 2nd. Poachers, who happened to be passing through their small town, walked into her shop and insisted on taking the beasts off her hands for a ‘discounted price’. Her mother insisted against it, stood her ground, and made it clear she would not be giving away any of her beasts today, and especially not to them. As a result, on their way out of town the poachers proceeded to set the barn on fire. While the barn and the connecting store burnt down in a fiery blaze, her mother ran inside the barn to rescue as many beasts as she could. When she did not return after they saw most of the beasts escape, Valerie's father ran inside to save her mother as well. Neither survived the tragic incident.

Because of her parents death, she decided to take whatever money she could make selling their old property, and use it towards transferring to Hogwarts to start her 5th year and begin learning magic. Revenge drives her, and she will do anything to learn magic so she can wipe out as many poachers as she can.

[chrystabelleblaumferge]

Bethany Pentaghast

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Basic Information

Name: Bethany Annabelle Diane Elizabeth Pentaghast

Nicknames: Beth, 'Ma Cherie' (Clarisse), 'Birdie' (Professor Fig), 'Princess Blueblood' (Sebastian), Demoiselle Pentaghast (Alain)

Gender: Female

Birthday: 22nd June 1875

Zodiac Sign: Cancer

Ethnicity: 1/2 English, 1/2 French

Nationality: English/British

Birthplace: St. Mungos Hospital, London, England

Species: Human (Witch)

Blood Status: Pureblood

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Physical Information

Hair Colour: Dark Red

Eye Colour: Ice Blue

Height: 145cm (Year 1)

Weight: 30kg (Year 1)

Body Type: (Will be Revealed by Book 5)

Three Sizes: (Will be Revealed by Book 5)

Skin Color: Pale

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Relationships

Familial

(Patrilineal)

Clarisse Pentaghast (Mother)

Edward Pentaghast (Father)

Maribelle Pentaghast (Half-Sister)

The Matriarch/Gertrude Pentaghast (Grandmother)

Albert Pentaghast (Grandfather - Deceased)

Cecelia Pentaghast (Aunt)

Arianna Pentaghast (Aunt)

Brunehilde 'Brynhildr' Pentaghast (Ancestor *10th Century)

Alphonse Malfoy (Ancestor *10th Century)

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(Matrilineal)

Charles Mercier (Grandfather)

Monique Mercier (Grandmother)

Amelie Gautier (Aunt)

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(Descendants)

Henrietta (Daughter)

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Non-Blood Related Relations

(Adoptive Family & Platonic Relations)

Eleazar Fig - Mentor, Adoptive Father Figure

Miriam Fig - Idol, Adoptive Mother Figure

Garreth Weasley - Good Friend

Cressida Blume - Friend

Samantha Dale - Friend

Merlin - Ally

Abraham Ronen - Favourite Professor next to Professor Fig

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(Neutral)

Sebastian Sallow - Rivals, but begrudgingly respects him. Conflicted on how she perceives him

Anne Sallow - Acquaintances

Poppy Sweeting - Acquaintances

Cecil Huntington - Respects as a Prefect

Mirabel Garlick - Respects as a Prefect and Head Girl

Aesop Sharp - Respects as a Teacher but fears him for his strictness

Dinah Hecat - Respects as a Teacher

Matilda Weasley - Respects as a Teacher and Head of House

Ominis Gaunt - Strangers

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(Romances)

(To be Revealed in Book 3)

(To be Revealed in Book 4)

(To be Revealed in Book 4)

(To be Revealed in Book 6 *Endgame Romance)

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(Enemies)

???? - Natural Enemies

Portia Codsworth - Despises for ruining her parents' marriage

Maribelle Pentaghast - Mutual Dislike from their mothers' rivalry

Everett Clopton - Bully, Enemies

Astoria Crickett - Bully, Enemies

Charlotte Morrison - Bully, Enemies

Leander Prewett - Bully* (Subject to change)

Bernadette Rosier - Disliked by her for Blood Traitor status

Aloysius Malfoy - Disliked by him for Blood Traitor status, Family rivalry

Members of House Malfoy - Family Rivalry, Old Feud from the 10th Century

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Loyalty, Alignment & Misc Information

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor

Moral Alignment: Lawful Good

Patronus: Phoenix

Boggart: (To be revealed after Book 3)

Amortentia: Lavender, Rose-scented Tea, Old Books

Loyalty:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Gryffindor House

Pentaghast Family (Faltering)

(Will be Revealed in Book 2)

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Personality

Bethany starts off as a studious, shy and socially reserved girl due to her strict upbringing. She is well-mannered and polite being raised in an aristocratic wizarding family. Being the firstborn daughter of House Pentaghast meant that her elders had great expectations for her to become the next Matriarch of her house.

Her mother and grandmother's strictness while growing up had led her to retreat to her books to daydream about tales of heroes of old as a means of escapism from her responsibilities. To her, books are her one escape from reality.

Her deep-rooted desire to escape the clutches of her demanding family and find the courage to forge her own path in life had caused the Sorting Hat to place her in Gryffindor as it overrides her desire to fulfill her elders' expectations of having her be sorted in Ravenclaw.

As she grows older, she becomes more confident and unafraid to speak her mind, influenced by Miriam Fig who inspired courage within her. She is a very kind individual whose sense of altruism would lead her to place others above herself. Even when wronged by someone, she refuses to let go of her strong moral code and treat her opponents with respect. She still prefers to treat races deemed inferior by wizardkind (Goblins, Faeries, etc) with respect despite her noble origins.

However, she does have a judgmental streak where she would display a dismissive attitude toward subjects or topics she considers illogical or regards as pseudo-science such as Astrology and Divination. This would lead her to several disagreements with her housemate Emilia Lindley, who loves both subjects dearly.

She can be dishonest with certain people, often displaying a "tsundere-like" behavior toward them. Often toward people with whom she feels conflicting emotions. Her inability to be forthcoming with them is largely influenced by how her mother would punish her harshly for expressing negative emotions.

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Likes:

Tales of Chivalry and Heroism (Mainly Le Morte d'Arthur)

Rose Scented Tea

Studying in the Common Room

Solving Mysteries

Dislikes:

Ghosts/Undead Creatures

Blood Supremacist Beliefs

Pureblood Culture

Dishonest Men

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Subject Proficiency

Defense Against the Dark Arts: A+, Did not start as naturally talented in the subject but becomes better at it through hardwork

Charms: S+, Displays great aptitude for spellcasting and control over Charms

History of Magic: S, Passion for reading and learning lets her excel in the subject

Arithmancy: A+, Good at solving mathematical problems as needed for Ancient Magic research

Runology: A+, Displays utmost passion due to correlation to Ancient Magic research

Potions: A-, Would have scored higher if she did not enable Garreth's bad habits in making Sharp angry

Herbology: C, Decent but lacks interest

Astronomy: C, Decent but lacks interest

Divination: F, Despises and lacks clairvoyance

Care for Magical Creatures: C, Decent but lacks interest

Flying: F, Disastrously Bad

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Miscellaneous

OC to OC Relations (Allowed, but must ask for permission)

All information is subject to change as the series progresses, more shall be revealed later

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Credits

yooreeart (for commissioned drawing)

[cartierdreamx]

Hacked into you - 3 (AU)

Hi guys! Hope you’re doing well and your week has been great, here’s a longer chapter that I definitely enjoyed writing and that you guys deserve, something mention here (the car) in the chapter is confusing if you don’t know Watchdogs lore but a quick google search should fix that!! To keep me writing, I am so down to take requests for Jenna or any of her characters so if you would like to send in a request or just to talk to me, feel free to!! Anyways, I hope you enjoy <333

READ PART 2  PART 1

Pairings: jenna ortega x fem! Reader

Warnings: swearing (that’s it I’m pretty sure)

*I plan to write smut in this story and it does have some dark themes like violence involved, the game itself was rated MA15+ where I am from (might be different depending which country you are in) so my fic will be 18+ because I am involving more adult themes, if you do choose to proceed, please keep that in mind*

BLOND - 3

What’s the CTO of Blume doing here at 3am on a jog? run? Hell, I don’t care, only thing I care about is trying to figure out where he placed the tracker, he takes me for a fool, but the rich white man underestimates me yet again, after collecting myself, I shake off the sand and see Jenna squinting her eyes at me, trying to decipher what just happened.

“Woah, are you okay b?” B? Babe, baby, bitch, either way a little lightning bolt electrifies my heart as if I needed to be revived.

“Yeah, yeah, that was Nemec”.

“Shit. SHIT. Fuck, what’s he doing here? And so close to Dedsec, he never gets this close, nor does he do his own dirty work”.

She’s hyperventilating, well about to.

I step closer to her and extend my arm, allowing her to grab on if she’s willing, to my surprise she takes it in an instant and pulls herself into my chest. I couldn’t help but to me taken a back, but I don’t pull away, I place one hand on her head and the other running across her shoulder blades, she smells of vanilla and apples, warm, like home. Y/N snap out of it, she’s not yours.

“Hey shhhh, I’m here love, it’s okay, you’re okay, I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

Her breathing slows but deepens, indicating that she’s calming down, I’m glad I can give her some comfort.

“Would you like to go get food or do you wanna stay like this for a bit longer?”

“Just a bit longer, please”.

We stay like this for around 5 minutes, it was comforting, she was comforting, and I didn’t think I needed it, she was waves of healing, like the ones that spoke to us on the beach.

“Thank you, y/n”.

“It’s really no worries, Jen”.

By this time, I was fully sober and so was she, I was sober enough to drive and vice versa, but I was craving that drive and I wanted Jenna to relax and focus on staying warm than figuring out the cars and roads. Now, obviously I don’t have my car, blindfolded was the transportation I took to get here, however when a single click of a button on my phone, an electric car around me clicks open. It was a sleek, batman black, asteria prime. It was an instinct to open the door for Jenna, on the way in, she winks at me and slides her hand past my waist. There was no alcohol in my system but her presence, weakens my knees and system, the way fermented yeast did. Once I hop into the driver’s seat and press the button for engine start, I can see Jenna shivering a little, she’ll never admit it but my eyes never deceive me, so, I turn on the heater and seat warmers allowing her raise her body temperature.

Being in this car with her raises the unspoken tension between us once more, so I decide to turn the radio on. I realise putting on RnB would only raise the tension but I can’t help it, it’s my favourite music genre and it is heaven to my ears, the slow melody that massages every nerve in your body to the soft yet sharp voice of the artist you’re singing, nothing beats RnB and it’s sub categories. As I reach for the touchscreen displaying Spotify, Jenna reaches her hand towards it to, our pointers touch.

“You’re so warm, I need you”.

“Me?” I knew what she meant, you as in my warmth, not the warmness of my soul but my physicality, my warm skin, the way my blood rises to warm me up. Ever since I was young I was able to warm myself up easily, I never knew the reason but I couldn’t complain, it’d be the coldest winters but my hands and face never knew glaciers, the cold wasn’t welcomed upon my skin. I knew what she meant but I couldn’t help but smirk and allow the butterflies to set in, her comment made me grasp the steering wheel even tighter.

“Not you- well, I, I meant, you but” before she could finish I cut her off to save her the embarrassment, I can’t lie though, I enjoyed it and I will not be living it down.

I chuckle, “well, well, well, now look who’s stuttering”.

“Shut up, it’s just cold”.

“Mmhmh, whatever makes you sleep at night, relax Jen, I know what you mean, I don’t know what’s wrong with me but I’ve just been able to do this all my life, my friends would grab my hands and place them on their cheeks to warm them up”.

“Cheeks, huh?”. She smirks.

“Oh, that’s not what I meant and you know it!”

“Hmmmm maybe, but I like seeing you flustered”.

“Careful Ms Jenna wouldn’t want people to think you’re flirting with me”.

“Flirt? With you? Never!” She exclaims, letting out a dramatic gasp. “Okay y/n, put your music on, let’s see, put on the wrong music and I’m jumping out the car”.

“Oh, well then I think you should just jump out the car honestly.”

“HEY!” She hisses and hitting me in my sternum, causing us both to laugh and wipe our eyes as they started filling with water.

I knew exactly what to put on, I needed something cruisy, but deep enough that it talks to both of us. Frank Ocean. Specifically, Ivy, from his albumb Blond, my favourite album of his.

The first line sings, I thought that I was dreaming when you said you loved me, the start of nothing.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP! I LOVE FRANK, YOU TOO????”

“Anyone given the gift of life should”.

“Well, I guess I just might stay in the car then”.

‘WELLLLLLLLLL” I shrieked.

“Whaaattttttttttt?”

We’re here, right outside a McDonalds, just what we needed after a long night, the bright M logo is lowkey blinding us but the light illuminates her face even more, she exults a beauty no words can grasp, but the soft yellow light upon her skin from the softens my muscles, every knot undone. Driving up to the speaker box, I know exactly what I want.

“Jen, what would you like?”

“Whatever you order, b”.

“Aren’t you pescatarian? I will most definitely not be eating a fillet o fish”.

“Technically yeah, but I can be flexible, within reason, and tonight is within reason”.

“Alright, well I could eat the entire store so be ready”.

“This lil lady can eat”.

“Alrightttttt”.

Hi! What can I get for you tonight?

Hi! Could I please get 2 double cheeseburger meals, no pickles, large and coke and sprite for the drink

Sure thing! Anything else?

Yes, could I also get 40 nuggets with sweet and sour sauce and big mac sauce with that, that’ll be all thanks!

Sure, no problem, drive down to the next window, thanks.

After arriving at the window, I pull out my wallet to pay but Jenna grabs my wrist.

“Uhhhh, what do you think you’re doing b, you’re not paying, you’ve already done enough tonight”.

“Nope, I’m not letting you pay”. Swiftly paying before she lets out another word.

“Damn, you’re slick” I wink at her and click my tongue. “Okay, but next time, I’m paying”.

“Mhmhm, not gonna happen”.

I drive to the last window to collect our food, as soon as they open their drive thru window to pass out our food I can smell the oil, the signature smell of McDonalds, the shoestring fries with a linger of salt. I can’t like, my mouth nearly starts salivating, though, there could be another reason I’m salivating, and she’s sitting right next to me.

Here’s your food, enjoy!

Thank you so much.

Now we have our food, I place it on Jenna’s lap and quickly catch her stealing a fry or two, I giggle, knowing damn well the temptation was there, and if I was in her position, I would have done the same. I have no clue where to go but I reckon home is where we should head. I say home as if souls and bodies embrace my apartment, but I’m young, single, and unavailable, in a sense that I don’t technically exist anymore. I am alive, breathing, living, everything but, everything I was, is now not everything I am, the same body, yet different minds, mind over matter and my heart above all.

“Where are we headed now? Ms Uber”.

“You think you’re so funny don’t you”.

“Just a bit”.

“Don’t mean to burst your bubble butttttt”.

She stares me down, giving me an iconic Kubrick stare.

“But what”.

“Hehe, but nothing”.

“Mhmhm, that’s what I thought, b”.

Something about b. One syllable, not even a word, and right now I don’t even know what it means, b to me could be different to her, she could be calling me bitch for all I know. Usually time goes fast when you’re having fun and when you’re with the right company, but with Jenna, with her. Time is nothing but us.

“Okay, before you kill me, we’re headed to my apartment”.

“What an honour”.

“Hmmm, maybe, I don’t know, I’ve had plenty of girls over”. I smirk, taking a hit on her, the smartass in me had my ears raised, and before I could say another word, I feel a warm sting on my stomach.

“OW, JENNA, what was that for?!”

“For trying to be a smartass”.

“Oh” I test my luck and shoot one more hit, “you know jealously is not a good look on you”.

“I’m not jealous, y/n”.

“Mhmhm whatever you say, anyways we are hereeeeee”.

“Finally, if it took any longer, I would’ve jumped out of the car”.

“Okay Ms big mouth, I’m the one with the key to the apartment”.

“Hm yeah? Well, I’m the pretty girl” she clocks at me whilst getting out of the car.

I stay in the car for a few seconds and giggle a little while turning off the car, honestly if I knew Dedsec would comprise of this, of Jenna, I would have joined a lot faster, it’s silly, I know but sometimes I think maybe I could have a chance at a normal life, a wife and kids, living with pride about who we are as a LGBTQ+ family, and maybe it could be her. I shut my eyes hard and and let out a sigh, that’s all that it is, a thought, a fantasy, a dream out of reach. It’s not my life, and honestly all this vigilante work and Dedsec is my life, it’s here in the palms of my hands, and I’ve worked too hard to let it go.

“Y/nnnnnnnnnnnn, if you don’t get your ass out here now I am going to find your apartment door and knock it down”.

“Okay, okay, the princess gets what she wants”.

“Yeah, she does”. She winks at me.

We walk into the lobby and Alfred; the doorman greets me.

“Good morning, Ms y/n, ma’am”.

“Good Morrow, Alfred”.

Jenna smiles at him and chucks a good morning to him as well.

“In the Dedsec world, where no one knows your name or face, who is he? No judgement at all, I was just curious” Jenna remarks as the doors open for the elevator and I press the top number and place my key card on the reader that will let us up. I look away from her face, looking anywhere but her, probably the first time tonight I did.

“I’m sorry, it’s okay you don’t have to open up to me, I didn’t mean to cross a line”.  

I immediately look up at her with my mouth in an O shape.

“Oh, Jen, no, it’s okay, please don’t apologise, you did nothing wrong at all and don’t worry I do want to tell you”. I take a deep breath and let my heart talk.

“I know how dangerous this life is, I knew the risk but Alfred, he’s the only family I have, well have left anyway, I broke ties from my family years ago and started living here, yeah they were blood but what choice did I have when the blood was drowning me and water was all I had left? I took this apartment, it was the only thing I took from them and Alfred, knowing me since then, became my family and after deciding what I wanted to do, what I wanted to join, I couldn’t just leave him behind, not when he was the only thing I had, when I had nothing”.

I take deep breaths, making sure no tears escape my ducts but one stubborn one escapes, I go to wipe it off but a small, soft, warm beats me to it.

“Hey b, thank you for opening up, I feel honoured, and I understand you completely, I’m here now, we’re here now, Dedsec is your family, you are one of us, and I promise you nothing is going to happen to Alfred, or you, I won’t let that even be a thought”.

“Thank you”.

That was another time where the 4th dimension was non-existent, but alas, the elevator door dings and finally opens. I hear a loud gasp which makes a smile break.

“Fuck, did Oprah join Dedsec?”

“Haha, I’m glad you’re amused, welcome to my humble abode”.

“HUMBLE? Y/N THIS IS BIGGER THAN ANY DEDSEC HACKERSPACE WE HAVE, WHO ARE YOU, WHO IS YOUR FAMILY”.

“Now, sweet one, that is for you to find out, quick get over here before your food gets ice cold”.

After a good 20 minutes of eating, chewing, and a lot of “Oh my God, I needed this”. We were both collapsed on the couch, in a food coma about to pass out. At this time of night, well morning, I offer to Jenna just to stay the night instead.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, there’s a guest bedroom over there to the right and the closest is filled with spare clothes if you need, toiletries and other things are in the dresser”.

“You’re too kind”.

“Always”.

“But first, let me see your room, I bet it’s bigger than my brain could even think”.

I lead her towards the bedroom and open my door, instead of a gasp I hear a-

“SHIT”.

“Impressed?”

“Very, hmm you know, in another life where I’m a world renown actress, this could be mine”.

I laugh, “I believe that Ms Jenna”.

“Ortega, my last name is Ortega”.

She opened up, it may not seem like much, but Dedsec members are super secretive about personal information, it’s better that way, it’s for protection, I mean our faces and names are wiped off the system anyway, but caution is taken. I smile at her and nod.

“Mines l/n, y/n l/n”.

“Well, nice to meet you Ms y/n l/n”.

“Likewise, Ms Jenna Ortega”.

“Now seeing that you’re sitting on your very comfortable looking bed, I’m assuming you’re about to pass out so I’ll leave you to it”.

She starts heading towards the door, but before she opens it to head out, my subconscious takes over me and becomes my conscious.

“Wait”.

She turns back with wide eyes.

“Stay”.

[ms-moonlight-inn]

WEEKLY TAG WEDNESDAY FRIDAY

Huge thanks to @energievie @jrooc @mybrainismelted   for tagging me. 😍

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how is your day going? It’s still early, give it time, someone will piss me off soon.

are you okay? Kinda? I had to work late last night & then had shitty night’s sleep. I would really appreciate a day of reading and writing. 

what is your favourite shade of your favourite colour? My favorite color is black, so darker shades of black? 🤷🏻‍♀️ My second favorite color is hot pink. Specifically hot pink, no other shades are attractive to me.

are you single? Nope, married 

are you happy about that? Usually.

what age do you feel in your brain? Mostly, I feel like a pukey teenager, but that could be a reflection of who I hangout with all the time.

do you feel like the good times are behind you or ahead of you? Both. I feel I had loads of fun in my youth, but by no means do I feel like I’m n death’s door. I’ve stil got lots of living ahead of me.

do you have a best friend? Yes! She’s my emotional support NJ.

did you have a childhood pet? Absolutely! A Russian Blue cat named Yeska.

do you sing or whistle around the house? Sometimes. Sometimes I sing super loudly. 😅

do you light candles or incense? Either is good for me, but lately I’m using candles more.

are you busy Friday night? Tonight? Not really, probably a lot of cooking & an extra long yoga session. Maybe my laptop in bed for some writing. (Yes, I’m this boring.)  

if you were a circus performer which act would you be in? The fortune teller.  

what is your favourite outfit? Baggy jeans or cut off jeans shorts, tank top or t-shirt, flip flops.

what’s the last thing you created? Working on my gift exchange fic 

what is your favourite fic or book of all time? I adore books from Judy Blume & Chuck Palahniuk, but I haven’t read everything they’ve written. I love Blume’s “Then Again, Maybe I Won’t” & Palahniuk’s “Invisible Monsters.” 

what are you looking forward to? Summer, always summer.

what can put you immediately in a better mood? Good music, good company, good food, good reading. 😍

do you like hugs? Oh yes, I’m a very huggy person.

what is something you wish people understood about you? I’m basically a golden retriever with dark hair: goofy and enthusiastic. I don’t mean to be loud and bouncy and break your furniture; I’m just built that way. 

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Not sure who's left to tag on this. I'll take a stab & tag @notherenewjersey As always, not pressure to play.

[severalpossiblemusiks]

8, 10, 15, 27, 29?

8: favourite quote or song lyrics?

I think "do I really have choice? No no no" from "the Scarecrow" by Avantasia is one of my favourite lines from a song. Especially the way Tobias just goes all-out in the live at Wacken recording.

Some full song lyrics are probably "An Die Musik" by Franz Schubert and "Du Bist Wie Eine Blume" by Robert Schumann. I had to sing both for my music degree and the first is bout how Art is beautiful and holy and raises one from the depth of despair, and the second is about a man about to marry his wife comparing her to a flower. Both are just sweet and beautiful.

10: most underrated musician in your opinion?

Oh gee this is really hard cause I don't know what counts as underrated or not.

I think Buckethead is one. Like he's well known within the guitar community and incredibly talented, but his popularity is rather limited and it's nearly impossible to find anything of his.

Another nominee for underrated musicians include: Haralabos "Harry" Stafylakis, a composer I had to interview for my degree, who combines classical music with progressive metal.

I can't think of any more at the moment.

15: when was your first concert?

About 3 years ago when Alice Cooper came through town. It was a lucky break really.

27: a song that has many meaning to you?

I dunno. I've never really thought about the meanings of songs to me. They're just kind of all "I like them". Like Avantasia is probably the most meaning-laden band for me, so I guess "Lost In Space" cause it's a mixture of romantic, melancholic, naive, and disillusioned?

29: favourite music video right now?

Hmmm. So many of the music videos I watch are just "the band playing in a unique location" so it's hard to find a favourite there. I guess Meat Loaf's "I would do anything for love" is cool cause of just how overt the top it is.

[doggernaut]

20 Questions Game

Thanks for the tag, @wrathofthestag!

How many works do you have on AO3?

51

2. What's your total AO3 words count?

577,841

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently Check, Please!, which is also the only fandom I have fics for on ao3, but I've also written for Parks and Recreation and The Baby-Sitters Club. And I have a Black Widow WIP that I started writing for a friend and haven't found a way back to.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

All I Want is You Just Jack Here Comes the Sun  I Only Have Pies for You And you may ask yourself, well, how did I get here?

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I always try to respond to comments, but sometimes some slip through the cracks.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Regular readers of my fic know don't do unhappy endings, but I'll say With Extra Chocolate Chips because while it's a soft, fluffy fic, the problem that exists at the beginning hasn't been resolved by the end.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

All of my endings are happy, lol. But I'll say And you may ask yourself, well, how did I get here? because it has three happy endings. (Bitty deserves all the happy endings.)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

If people hate my fic, they have fortunately kept it to themselves.

9. Do you write smut. If so what kind?

I'm so bad at writing smut. Maybe I've written some things that are smut adjacent, but most of it is awkward and/or humorous with a lot of talking and laughter.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I've never written a crossover.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Years ago, between my kids being born (so...2004?), I cowrote a BSC "Super Special" fic with a bunch of people I met in the BSC thread on the old Fametracker forums. I wrote a couple of the Dawn chapters.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

It's definitely a tie between Jack and Bitty from Check, Please! and Leslie and Ben from Parks and Rec.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Longtime followers might remember my AU where Bitty and Jack meet later in life, when their daughters are college roommates. I started writing it months before I even posted anything for this fandom. And I just haven't been able to figure it out. Part of it is that it's so complex, with two original characters (the daughters) and four different POVs. I haven't quite figured out where I want one daughter's plot to go. I've since written a fic with a similar concept (Bitty and Jack never kiss, reunite years later when they both have teenage daughters), but it's still very different from this WIP. I'd like to say I'll eventually finish it but at this point who knows.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, probably.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Any type of description, particularly how things move or work, which is probably why I have such a hard time writing smut.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

If it works for the fic, sure, though I'm only fluent in English so it's unlikely I would ever do it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

When I was 7, I read all of Beverly Cleary's Ramona books and was distraught that I couldn't find out what happened next. My dad told me to write my own Ramona book so I did. I think I wrote one chapter before abandoning it because I'd discovered Judy Blume's books.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

This is such a tough call, but right now it might be And you may ask yourself, well, how did I get here? because it has a good blend of fluff and angst, three happy endings, a wild premise that still managed to be (as of its writing) canon compliant, and one of my absolute favorite scenes that I've ever written. Writing it was such a good time, and I miss when my words flowed that easily.

Tagging @cricketnationrise, @sweatersinthesummer, @the-lincyclopedia, @anyawen, @montrealmadison, @ohyoufool, and whoever else wants to share!

[bytectrl]

random tidbits:

orion's face is pixelated beyond recognition on any piece of digital recording or feeds (predominantly only when operating for dedsec but bagley will pixelate weeks/months prior to activating him to prevent authorities or other hackers from going back to identify him/any dedsec operatives)

surveilance cameras, footage or photos taken of him (public, private, or otherwise) get the bagley pixel treatment

this is done because cTOS and blume corporation are responsible for the manufacturing chips for pretty much every piece of tech in the modern (and some older) world that allows bagley, a sentient AI, access to system functions

even if the device or machinery wasn't manufactured by cTOS or blume, the chips usuallt are, allowing cTOS and blume universal access (unadvertised of course), thus bagley also has access

doesn't work on photo cameras until it is connected to or the memory card is connected to a device that has access to the internet or otherwise system access connected to cTOS

orion's public social media footprint is small and private and mostly only created for work and mask purposes, when operating outside of dedsec he can/does take photos of himself or lets friends post photos of him that bagley doesn't pixelate

bagley operates as a "quick hack" because of his access but orion is every bit the hacker bagley is, if not moreso. he's just a lot slower and for bigger hacks, needs physical access

his official job is a nine to five which he does remotely with the occasional (once a week) day at the office. he is extremely good at what he does which is partly why he's given so much independence

also he doesn't exactly fit the appearance of a corporate technician so his superiors prefer he work off site and have as little contact with clients as possible

orion's job also gives him a lot of access to high profile clientele

he recruits people for dedsec (he's a little more hesitant after malik and sabine's betrayals), not all recruits are hackers themselves

he's an animal lover, will stop to pet dogs/cats, will try to pet/lure other animals for pets, he doesn't always succeed

scary dog privileges but also he's a big softie

unless you're a prick

favourite colours are pink, purple, blue but he dresses exclusively in shades of black and white

cockney accent, low kinda baratone voice, sounds like he's got an air bubble stuck in his throat all the time

i can't think of anything else

[rivrdin]

ST Blume ‘Lily’ purchased from Silver Throne Stables, ridden by Lea Kaestner

19.01.24 Hanoverian Competing for IRE @ the Indoor Derby du Fléau "don't look down, don't look down." it had always been her worst habit. Despite being her favourite, there was just something about drops that always left her a little nervous and unsettled. Lily had no such concerns though, the mare confidently and comfortably landing the jump, turning her young riders brief flare of anxiety into adrenaline-fueled zeal.

[hancydrewfan]

9 people you'd like to get to know better ♡

i can always count on @olivinesea to fulfil my desire to talk too much about myself in tumblr asks like this. thanks pal!!

last song: Lies from the Chasing Lights album by The Saturdays, in a moment of nostalgia for British girl bands that i liked in university (which as it turns out was only The Saturdays lol)

favourite colour: i tell kids my favourite colour is rainbow because i generally like all of them. it’s easier to tell you that i’m not fond of most shades of orange.

currently watching: Six Feet Under by myself, The Wire and VEEP with my husband, Recess over Sunday morning coffee & bagels, The X-Files with a friend. very soon starting a rewatch of Gilmore Girls, for the fall vibes. i watch too much tv, perhaps.

last movie: Barbie in theatres (i love how much Barbie cries). Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret. at home (like meeting a pen pal in person for the first time)

currently reading: Cosmoknights vol 2, a large variety of picture books for work, and Judy Blume (so many i haven’t read before!)

sweet/spicy/savoury: savoury, for that salty umami goodness

relationship status: not to be gross on your dash, but i’ve been with my best friend and favourite person for ten years and it is friggin great.

current obsession: overwhelmingly human (English) names for pets. one of my kid friends from work (my job is great) told me their turtle is named Vanessa.

last thing i googled: a Black Russian, to confirm that it is indeed a drink.

currently working on: oh, i always get inspired by songs, so i have loads of drafts that are just song lyrics with the phrase “this is about [these people], figure it out!!!” but one of those drafts is shaping itself into a pretty angsty hotchniss mess, as per usual. maybe no satisfying happy ending, either.

ahhh, to tag or not to tag, the anxiety-inducing question. please feel no pressure to do these, but i tag @sequinsmile-x @danadeservesadrink @louisaland @scorpsik @beebeelank @bevfank @storiesofsvu and anyone who sees this and wants to answer them (tag me so i can read them if you do!)

[myclutteredbookshelf]

My mother and I were recently having a discussion about authors we read a lot during our preteen years and have decided to pose a challenge for each other in the new year: she'll assign me one of her favourite Judy Blume novels to read and I'll assign her a Jacqueline Wilson novel that I love. These are the ones I've narrowed it down to.