#can joe just hmu please

[billy-the-hurricane]

Just got into the Sk8 fandom and I'm head over heels for matchablossom :') and I'd love to rp some!! I'm 24 so please be over 18. I've rped for probably like 8 years at that point in various Fandoms, so even tho it's a new ship for me, I'm not inexperienced!

I'm lit (tho it varies on who you ask, I've been told I'm adv lit and others consider me semi lit so idek), basically I usually go past the discord character limit with my replies, but I'm flexible on length and mirror the length of whoever I'm facing so no pressure!

I rp over discord, and I have no precise idea in mind, rping the time between their student years and what happens in the show sounds fun, and I'm down for AUs too!

I'd preferably like to rp as Cherry! I can try Joe but I kinda don't think I'd do a very good one 😭

Hmu if interested!

[userlando]

A Prayer Before Dawn – Interview with Joe Cole.

[starlitblues]

boy howdy that sure was A Year huh?? i went through a whole bunch of interests (read, attempts at raising my dopamine flow), met some great new people, and most importantly lived to see what's hopefully gonna be a better year. and i couldn't have done it without everyone below the cut <3

first off ofc we have rieley @uniformbravo - my bestest friend forever and ever?? we celebrated our 10th year friendaversary this year and it feels like it's been like two weeks and yet two centuries. you're seriously one of the most talented people i've ever met in my whole life, and i love you so so so so much. you're 100% the kendall to my logan 💚

second we have my bestie rae @piecesofpeachx ! you seriously are such a peach, a complete angel in every sense of the word. every day with you in my life makes me unbelievably happy. i can't wait for more writing and squealing over everything in the world with you! you're the calum to my michael 🧡

next up is a new friend but quickly becoming one of the most important people in my life, rooney @neuroweird. seriously how would i have made it through without your wisdom and support? you're incredible in every single way and don't ever forget it, the ben to my joe 💚

my darling aly @koospell !!! idk why it won't let me tag you but ! you're seriously so sweet, a shining star in my life. you make me laugh every time we talk and i can't wait for us to take over disney together someday. you're the koo to my hobi 💛

lillian @sweetlykissedadora !!! i know we both had it kind of rough this year but i think that will just make us even stronger in the future. you're so kind and give off such regal energy, it's amazing. you're the barba to my carisi ❤️

kesh!!!!!! @2manytabsopen oh my gosh the fact you're my friend amazes me because you're way too goddamn cool for me???? you and i always have the coolest conversations and i feel like i've really found a dear friend in you. you're the jack to my quinn X) 💙

sully @orrsoared !! my bruins bud! again you're seriously cool as hell and i seriously wanna watch some games with you later this year. bruins 2022 stanley cup amirite? you're the debrusk to my mcavoy 💛

taylor!! @joeljuice you're such a gem, i can't even believe someone as talented and great as you exists? i hope we can become even closer friends in the next year!! ofc you have to be the sorokin to my barzal 🖤

patricia! @titsbeauvillier i can always count on you to say something that makes me laugh (and sometimes have to wash my eyes). kiss all your doggos for me, the georgiev to my shesterkin 💜

and finally selena who i don't even think has a tumblr but who i couldn't go without mentioning. i am so proud of you, everything you have done, everything you have accomplished and everything you are. you're truly one of my best friends and i can't wait for another year with you in my life, the benny to my ethan 🧡

thank you all so much for being part of my life!! below are just some blogs that made some fantastic content this year or at least just made my dash a better place. if any of y'all wanna be friends, please hmu. i hope your 2022 is as wonderful as you all!! ❤️

@andreburakozy @babeseungmin @bangcakes @barzzy @barzybeau @confused--castiel @connormcdavo @europeanpuck @gryz @hhintz @hockstuff @iwantahockeyhimbo @islesnucks @jaemtens @joelsfarabee @lesbianswayman @mattgrzelcyks @newlyacquiredbois @phillyjoel @realstraykids @ryanpulock @saintgritty @savedbyoettinger @sebbyaho @seonghwaminho @softboybarzal @ssebastianaho @theseulgis @thistlefly @turbolainen @tuukka @twicesonce @zachyman

[rosamundhr]

Books and Sins | Chapter One [Benedict Cumberbatch AU]

Summary: Katherine is a fan of Timothy Carlton, the writer who she knows nothing about. No photos, no interviews, no information, not even his age. And one day, a man comes into her life who claims to be her classmate from high school. But through the time, she has a gut feeling something is... Wrong.

PS: I was inspired by fictional characters before writing this; Sherlock Holmes, Khan Noonien Singh, Alexander Masters, Joe Goldberg, Patrick Bateman and all the psychopath characters I've seen before. Oh and some books & tv shows. The character might be like any of them so please do not judge. And please read at your own risk as this book will include mature content, self harm, violence and swearing. Thank you, I hope you enjoy it! ❤️

- Rosamund

~~~~~

  "Cappuccino please," she asked the bartender, and then added kindly "My name is Katherine." before he could ask.

  Katherine... Benedict thought. It's nice meeting you... Finally.

  He was just behind her, and he could smell her linden scent. Even being this close to her was exciting, and he tried to keep his hands to himself. Taking a deep breath to stay calm, he ordered as well while keeping an eye on her.

  She found herself a table, and put her headphones on. Looking through her bag she finally took her book out. Caged Will - Timothy Carlton. The book looked worn and old. Is this your fifth time reading it? Oh no, it was Secret Caller. Your favourite... You can't imagine how sexy you look when you read my books. Those fingers, you once said they're always cold; oh how I want them around my-- "Are you going to keep standing?" The old lady said with a look of disapproval. He bit his cheeks inside his mouth, I'm going to cut your fucking throat with that denture, he thought but of course he didn't say that out loud: "I'm so sorry, ma'am." With a fake, small smile, he walked towards her table.

  "Excuse me, is this taken?"

  She looked up at him and took her headphones off, "No it's not, you can take it." she smiled. He just sat down, and her smile faded while continuing to read her book. Soon, she felt his gaze on herself and looked at him again, before she could say anything he said "I think I..." He pretended to think, narrowing his eyebrows, "I might know you... Katherine? Ashbourne High School?"

  She was surprised, "Yeah, it's me!" And felt bad for not remembering him for a moment. "And you must be..."

  "Benedict. That one guy who never talked to anyone and always got high grades."

  "Oh I remember you! Were you wearing glasses back then?" You're a bad, bad liar, my love. But I'm not.

  "Yes I was." He smiled cheekily, and shook her hand. It sent him vibrations inside... Cold fingertips, just like how he imagined they would feel. Soft and delicate. No nail polish, just manicured. Small and cute.

  "It's been a very long time. Eight years!" She said, still not remembering him but trying to.

  "Yes, you changed a lot! You're even more beautiful now." This made her giggle, "What? I'm telling the truth! You were the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."

  "Was I?" She smiled at him, and he knew why. She always thought she wasn't beautiful, and he knew it. And he wasn't lying, she really was beautiful.

  "Yes you were! Didn't anyone tell you? I never had to courage to tell you that I liked you because I thought you must have had a boyfriend."

  She giggled again, like she couldn't believe it. Someone liked her and couldn't tell her. Someone found her beautiful. Maybe he was just being kind.

  "I didn't. I wish you had told me, Benedict."

  "Well, I'm telling you now." He flashed her a cheeky grin before taking a sip of his Americano.

  "So... What do you do?" Her interest was obvious, and he'd seen that question coming. A complete geek, good reader, 26 year old virgin, shy, clever, beautiful. Hiding something in these dark pools of mystery... These dark brown eyes.

  "I'm a writer."

  "Oh really?!"  Her eyebrows shot up, and she leaned forward against the table, revealing cleavage. He tried not to look there, and smiled. "Yes. And you?"

  "I studied psychological counseling and guidance, I'm working at a school now."

  "I knew you were interested in psychology..." He looked at his watch and quickly stood up, "I'm so sorry, I have a meeting in thirty minutes. Can I have your number?"

  "Yeah, of course. Just tell me yours and I'll give you a ring."

  Oh no need, I have it already.

  He gave her his number and smiled at her. "It was nice seeing you again, Katherine. I'd love to meet up again sometime."

  "Me too, Benedict. Good luck with the meeting!"

  "Thank you, darling. Have a good day." He took his bag and turned his back, before she asked "I don't recall your surname..."

  "Cumberbatch, Benedict Cumberbatch." He waved at her and left the café with a smirk. Almost got you, baby. So naïve, so blind and silly yet intelligent. You have to be mine, and mine alone.

---

KathieD: I'm reading The Caged Will again. My favourite part is when he stabbed his stomach eleven times. He deserved it though! Not to mention that the main character hates odd numbers. He also never revealed his name...

I know, I know, I talk a LOT about the books but you know, this man is a LEGEND. No wonder why he's nowhere on the internet. No photos, no interviews, nothing at all. That makes him more mysterious... Timothy Carlton. We can't deduce anything by the name, can we? Maybe he's a real psycho. Who knows? I wonder if he reads people's comments... 

Mr Carlton, if you're reading this, I just want you to know that I love your books! You're a great writer and I just wish I could get to know you in real life. Lots of love!

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  Samantha_X: I know how you feel, girl. He's an amazing writer! Too bad if he doesn't know that...

  KatherineD: Exactly! I just wish he would let us contact him sometime.

  Samantha_X: Same :(

  KatherineD: I have something to tell you, hmu!

  Samantha_X: Sure thing! X

  She was bouncing on her bed as she started telling her online friend. She's been telling almost everything about her life to her because they were like sisters now. They even met in real life and she was her best friend.

  K: He was wearing a long beige jacket and eyeglasses, with a leather postman bag, and smelt like mint. Did I say that he has blue eyes?

  S: Just your type, huh? Tell me what happened already!!!

  K: So he said he knew me from high school, (i'm not sure if I remember him) and I was the most beautiful girl he has ever seen, and he liked me but couldn't tell me because he thought I had a boyfriend! I never did!

  S: And then?????!!!

  K: We kept talking, and he suddenly said he needed to go and asked for my number. I took his and gave him a ring, then asked his surname, Benedict Cumberbatch.

  S: So, did you call him? I think you should, you seem like you like him already lol

  K: Not after what happened last time, I don't want to have a boyfriend for a while tbh

  S: Wait, you didn't tell me, what happened?

  K: Never mind, I'll tell you later... Did I mention that he's a writer? I couldn't see any books online though. There's only one Instagram account with his name but it's private and I'm not sure if it's him, so I'll just wait for his call i guess :(

  S: Why don't you call him already? xD

  K: I don't want to seem desperateeee

  S: You won't!

  K: What if he was just being kind? I'll just wait, don't force me >:(

  S: Hahaha OK!

  She kept thinking of him all night, staring at the ceiling and wondering if he lied about being a writer... Maybe he didn't get his books published yet, she thought. Why would he lie about that? And... He was really attractive. The way he talked, the way he smiled... No, she didn't fall in love with a stranger! Not a stranger, a friend from high school. She couldn't remember him though. Or... Did she? Could he be the guy who never talked to anyone? But no, he had green eyes... No, blue. Green or blue? She sighed in frustration and took her phone, it was 1 AM and wasn't the right time to call him... Not to text him either.

  Still thinking of him, she fell asleep. 

[bob-events]

Love Fest 2021 Masterlist

Love Fest is done! The wonderful community has created 18 works, and as a wrapping-up, we’d put them all in one big masterlist together. Below are all the works, prompt by prompt, separated into fic/art/edits, in alphabetical order. Spread the word, spread the love! <3

FIC: 

A Little Distraction by @anthrobrat

Nixon/Welsh; Rated M Prompt: "Oops, we got drunk and gave each other (Dealer's Choice)."

'Cause all I know is we said hello (and your eyes look like coming home) by @vintagelavenderskies

Eugene Roe/Renee LeMaire; Rated G Prompts: Eugene is a barista at the local cafe. Renee is new to the States and frequently visits the cafe. Over time, they become friends and eventually fall for each other.

Detective Luz Is On The Case! by @serasvictoria

Genfic; Rated G Prompt:Someone has stolen the precious few Hershey bars from the supplies. Thankfully, George has seen a detective movie or two (or three, or seven...) so he puts on his best over-the-top detective voice and sets out to solve the mystery. Detective Luz is on the case!

Landing by @ralphspina

LuzRoe; Rated G Prompt: It's D-Day; George and Gene land near each other in Normandy and need to go find their company.

Lupercalia by @howling-harpy

Speirton; Rated G Prompt: Ron is the strictest, scariest, most standoffish boss in Easy, and his coworkers don't know the slightest thing about his personal life. So, naturally, it's the talk of the office when someone finds out that he's bringing a plus one to the company party.

More Than A Team by @mercurygray

Winnix; Rated G Prompt: Whipped cream.

Mornings are for the loved, and the loving, for me and for you. by @mariamegale

Baberoe, Rated E Prompt: A Babe/Gene smut fest. Go crazy. Can have some story to it or pwp.

Only In Dreams by @serasvictoria

Lipton/Talbert, Rated E Prompt: Ever since Floyd saw liptons dick in carentan, he can’t stop thinking about it.

Passing Fancy by Muccamukk

Bucklarkey, Rated E Prompt: Malarkey loses a bet to a female intelligence officer and has to wear her uniform for the day (stockings, garter belts, panties included ;) ), and buck decides he’s about to act up.

Pillow talk by @speirtongirl

Speirton, Rated M Prompt: Speirs and Lipton sleep together for the first time, but what then? Pillowtalk presents a challenge for them both. Perhaps they don't know what to say, perhaps they fear what the other is thinking and whether or not they feel the same, or if they're going to stay the night.

Receiving End of Your Stare by @serasvictoria

Bucklarkey, Rated E Prompt: Malarkey loses a bet to a female intelligence officer and has to wear her uniform for the day (stockings, garter belts, panties included ;) ), and buck decides he’s about to act up.

Walking Wounded by @papersergeant-pencilsoldier

Baberoe; Rated G Prompt: Canon-era; Either Gene or Babe have magic, or both. Maybe magic is known or maybe they need to hide it.

ART:

After The War by @onelungmcclung

Toye/McClung Prompt: The Joe Toye Post-War Happiness Project Joe finds love and happiness after the war, and comes to accept himself better.

Fluffy Comfort Delivery by @lyselkatz​

Randlemartin Prompt: One of them is hurt or homesick or otherwise down, and the other comes up with something improbable to comfort him.

Not your typical Prince Charming by @lyselkatz 

Winnix Prompt: Nix riding a horse and being Dick's cynical but irresistible Prince Charming. (preferably not in an actual fairy tale setting)

Sweet Comfort by @lyselkatz

Gen; Roe and Smokey Prompt: canonverse; do what you like with it. (hmu if this is too vague.)

You Can’t Resist The Pull by @ksansart​

Speirs/Roe Speirs is not the kind to fall for soft-spoken, kind-hearted doctors. Turns out, Gene is just really good at hiding his skeletons. Quite literally.

EDIT: 

After The War by @onelungmcclung

Toye/McClung Prompt: The Joe Toye Post-War Happiness Project Joe finds love and happiness after the war, and comes to accept himself better.

Final words: Being an admin on this event has been such a gift and a treat, and I want to thank every single member of our community who participated with prompts, works, or just your wonderful selves. <3

If you submitted a prompt that didn’t get filled, we highly recommend you submit them to the Loose Lips Sink Ships Prompt Meme! Similarly, if you’re a creator who thought this was/looks fun and are looking for deadline-free prompts and inspiration, absolutely check out LLSS! <3

Of course, if you have submitted a work that hasn’t gotten featured on this list, please message us here or on Discord as soon as possible and we’ll rectify the mistake!

As always,

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if you’re a BoB fan looking for a community <3 

See you at the next event! <3 <3 <3 

[dancefloor]

Some questions to distract you: which songs from each of Taylor's albums do you think deserved music videos? And what are 3 artists/bands you wish she collaborated with?

okay see i know i'm answering this multiple weeks too late but. at least i'm answering

debut: should've said no should've been a combined mv with picture to burn. OBVIOUSLy

fearless (taylor's version): i feel like original fearless gave a mv to all the songs that deserved a mv so therefore, taylor's version. the answer is mr perfectly fine without a doubt. and it should just be a slideshow of pictures of 2009 joe jonas

speak now: SPEAK NOW???? DUDE???? the song is so descriptive nobody would even have to write the music video. it'd be so easy. it's what she deserves

red: red deserved a genuine music video that wasn't just a cut of live performances. imagine how hard that'd go dude

1989: HOW YOU GET THE GIRL no further comment

reputation: i'm gonna go against the popular vote and not say getaway car but instead go with this is why we can't have nice things. taylor do this for reputation tv challenge. like it's the defining song from rep for me and can you imagine if she'd let tiwwchnt be the lead single instead of lwymmd??? can you imagine how great that music video could be??? don't hmu i'm gonna cry myself to sleep over this

lover: do i even have to say it. also false god

folklore: tlgad but also epiphany would've been... really hard hitting. it's probably best that there was nothing for epiphany because its still relevant and it'd probably feel wrong for someone to make something visually artistic out of it right now but. yeah

evermore: NO BODY NO CRIME!!!!! especially after ibytam i just wish we'd gotten a nbnc mv... i can see it already... taylor please i beg of you please

the artists i want her to collaborate with... well. phoebe was one of them <3 now i'm honestly waiting for a halsey collab on reputation tv. unlike my other hopes i genuinely believe that this one will happen - badlands is so similar to reputation and i feel like it'd be a great moment. i'm also hoping for a meg thee stallion collab on reputation tv and i would scream and cry if she somehow managed to pull off a mitski or an arctic monkeys collab at any point but that's even more far fetched

[freddiesaysalright]

The Most Dramatic Season Ever - Night 1

Summary: It’s your time now! You are ABC’s new Bachelorette and this is your journey! All these men (including our fav BoRhap boys and then some) are competing for your heart! Will you find love? Will you get engaged at the end? Or will you end up heartbroken? Find out, on the most dramatic season ever!

Word Count: 4.5k

Tag List: @psychosupernatural​ @someone-get-a-medic​ @bensrhapsody​ @deakyclicks​ @crazylittlethingcalledobsession​ @minigranger​ @crazyweirdocalledfriday​ @anincurablefangirl​ @assembledherethevolunteers​ @rose-writes-prose​ @queenlover05​ If you’d like to be added, let me know!

A/N: So, the first chapter of my new Bachelorette fic! I hope you guys like it. Please, please, PLEASE let me know your interest in this fic because I’d like to continue it but if y’all aren’t feeling it, I don’t have to continue it. Hmu in the replies, my chat, or my ask box, I am all ears!

Warning(s): Some discussions of racism.

Night 1 here we go!!!

Your gown felt heavier than it really was as you stood in the cool Los Angeles night air. The low lights gleamed off the recently doused driveway of the famous Bachelor mansion and you shivered. You took a deep breath. Then, Chris Harrison, the host of the franchise walked up to you and placed a paternal hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N,” he said kindly, and you smiled at him. “Are you ready to start your journey as the Bachelorette?”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. You still couldn’t believe this was happening to you. You were the Bachelorette. A group of men were on their way to you. One of them could possibly be the love of your life. You nodded. 

“I am,” you said excitedly. “I’m ready to find my husband.”

Chris gave your arm a squeeze. “Alright. The first limo is on the way. Let your love story begin.”

He walked away and your stomach dropped. Your eyes found the limo as it pulled up and another twinge of anticipation went through you. This was it. The start of everything that could be. Your future husband - you were sure - was about to step out of that limo.

In the first limo there were five men. They started off anxious and a bit stiff, but one in particular had them all laughing pretty quickly. He had a wide smile and a mess of auburn hair. Already, he was the most popular guy in the car.

“Oh, we’re pulling up!” he said.

Everyone pressed toward the window to get a glimpse of you. His heart swelled at the sight. There you stood in a stunning silver gown and a smile on your gorgeous lips. He was falling already and he hadn’t even met you yet. Nervous as he was when the producers told him he was going first, now he was thrilled. He got to meet you before anyone else. He just hoped he made a good first impression.

The limo came to a slow stop in front of you. The anticipation was killing you at this point. You wrung your hands together as the door was opened and the first man stepped out. You watched anxiously as he appeared outside the car and then you saw him. 

The second you met his eyes, all nerves melted away. He grinned widely at you and you couldn’t help but smile right back. You fought back an urge to reach out to him - that’s how eager you were for him to step closer.

“Wow,” he sighed as he began to walk to you. “Wow, you’re beautiful.”

“Thank you!” you replied sweetly. “You’re not so bad yourself, handsome.”

He chuckled. Now you saw that in his hand he carried a bottle of champagne. Your brow furrowed.

“My name is Joe,” he said.

“Nice to meet you, Joe,” you returned. “What’ve you got there?”

He lifted it to about chest-level and showed you the label.

“Champagne,” he said. “Because every day I spend getting to know you is a celebration.”

You giggled. “I like that attitude, for sure. Are we going to open it now?”

“Definitely!” he replied.

He opened the bottle with a loud POP and you cheered. He didn’t bring glasses, so you each took a sip straight from the bottle. It was so fun and relaxed. He held your gaze another moment. Then he sighed and hugged you. You hummed and held him close.

“I can’t wait to talk to you more,” he said. He pulled back and indicated the bottle. “And drink some more of this.”

You looked at his face, that feeling of familiarity washing over you again.

“Yeah, me too,” you said.

He gave your hand one last squeeze before departing into the mansion. You released a breath you hadn’t realized you had been holding. 

“Wow,” you said. “He’s so sweet.”

A few more men emerged from the limo and met you, but Joe still stuck out. It wasn’t what he said or did, necessarily, it was just how you felt when you looked at him. Like you had known him for years instead of mere minutes.

The next limo rolled up and you found yourself more excited than before. The first man to step out was like the others. The second one, though...he was so attractive you nearly fell over. He was broad but not intimidating. His face was boyish and sweet, but he had the loveliest green eyes you had ever seen. His blonde hair was carefully styled. Your heart raced when he smiled at you as he walked over.

“Hi,” he said with a deep British accent. “I’m Ben.”

“H-hello!” you stammered, opening your arms for a hug. “It’s nice to meet you!”

He squeezed you tight and you felt his body, which nearly made you gasp. Then he pulled back and looked you over. 

“God, you’re stunning,” he sighed. “I’m so happy to be here with you.”

You felt a bit of a shyness from him that was incredibly endearing.

“I’m happy you came,” you returned. 

“I just want to say that I’m here for a real shot at love,” he said. “I’m excited for this opportunity with you and I just want to learn everything I can about you.”

With each word, your smile grew. 

“Thank you, Ben,” you said. “I’m looking forward to this journey too, and I hope to see more of you.”

He beamed. “Great! I’ll see you inside, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you assured him with a nod.

You watched him go into the mansion with a heavy sigh. You would happily have stood there and spoken with him all night if you could. But, there were other men to meet.

Shortly after Ben, came another British man. He was handsome in a sort of quirky way, with a slim nose and a sharp, angular jaw. His smile was bright and infectious.

“Hello,” he greeted as he walked up and took your hand, shaking it politely. “I’m Taron.”

“Taron?” you repeated. “I’ve never heard that name before.”

“It’s Welsh,” he told you. 

“I see,” you said.

When he spoke, he was animated and friendly. His warmth drew you in. Just holding his hand made you wonder what it would be like to be in his arms instead. You already felt incredibly safe around him.

“We’ll talk more inside?” he asked.

You nodded. “Definitely.”

He too, disappeared into the mansion. There were some clear front-runners already and you hadn’t even met all the men. The next limo pulled up and you waited for the next one.

This man was certainly unique. His deep eyes struck you with their size and the way they captivated you. When he smiled at you, you heard an awkward laugh and you couldn’t help but join in. His mop of black curls atop his head framed his face in such an adorable way.

“Hi there!” you said as he approached you.

“Hello,” he replied. “I’m Rami.”

“Rami?” you asked, to clarify.

He nodded. “I had a whole speech prepared but now that I’m looking at you, I’ve forgotten it.”

You chuckled. “That’s alright. I prefer you to be real and honest with me.”

“Well, then you already know that I’m a bit bumbling,” he joked.

You laughed fully. “I like it. I can already say I like you, Rami.”

“Awesome, I like you too,” he returned. “Just so you know, I’ll always be real with you. Even if it’s uncomfortable.”

“That’s perfect,” you said. “That’s what I want in a partner.”

“I have more I want to talk to you about already,” he said. “But I guess it’ll have to wait.”

“Just a little longer,” you said.

He hesitated a moment before leaning forward to whisper in your ear. It was in a language you didn’t understand, but his tone completely enthralled you. You knew it was complimentary. 

“What does that mean?” you asked when he finished.

“Find me later to find out,” he returned.

You smirked. So he did have some smoothness to him, after all.

“I will,” you promised.

He left. 

The next man to make an impression on you was yet another Englishman. He was tall, with a slender build. His chocolate brown hair made his blue eyes quite startling to you. His smile was a bit crooked, but in a charming sort of way. He straightened his tie as he approached you with his long stride.

“Hello,” he said warmly.

“Hi, how are you?” you replied.

“Quite swept off my feet, I must say,” he said, taking your hands. “You are beautiful. I’m Gwilym.”

“How unusual!” you said. “Where’s it from?”

“Wales,” he told you.

“I have a lot to learn about Wales,” you joked.

He didn’t ask about your remark, but he looked deeply into your eyes.

“I have a lot to learn about you, cariad,” he said.

“Cariad?”

He chuckled. “Also Welsh. Used for someone you love.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks. “Thank you.”

He kissed your cheek and when his stubble brushed your skin, it sent a thrilling shiver down your spine. 

“See you inside?” he asked.

“See you inside,” you returned.

He also went into the mansion, which was quickly becoming rather crowded. There were a few more gimmicks you saw come out of the limo, some guys came in costumes, but the ones that really struck you as serious contenders were Joe, Ben, Taron, Rami, Gwilym, and two more from the last limo, Allen and Richard.

Inside, all the men were greeting one another. Joe was talking to Rami, since they knew each other from college. The other guys were all sort of milling about as they waited for you, sipping on the drinks in their hands. Nerves hung around everyone as they watched the doorway for your form. 

You walked carefully up the driveway and into the mansion, heart nearly pounding out of your chest. It appeared you had a wonderful group of men in front of you. The journey was going to be fun, but could end up becoming extremely difficult. But as you pictured the faces of each of them as you met them - just as hopeful, just as anxious, just as willing to risk everything as you were - you couldn’t help but smile again. You walked in.

When you came into the living room you were met with cheers and applause as the men got excited. You beamed at them and offered a cheeky curtsey. You found a few pairs of eyes as you looked around.

“Thank you all so much for being here,” you said. “I can’t wait to get to know each of you throughout this experience and I just…” you trailed off. “I know my husband is in this room. I can feel it. I have faith in this. I have faith in all of you.”

One of them handed you a glass of wine, which you raised to toast.

“To finding love!” you cried.

“To finding love!” the echoed.

You all met glasses and took a sip. As soon as the toast was over, Lee, a guy who had played guitar for you as his greeting, tapped your shoulder.

“Can I steal you away?” he asked.

“Yeah, sure!” you replied.

He took your hand and led you away from the rest of the men, who all looked disappointed and a little annoyed.

“Not much we can do,” Gwilym said. “Someone had to steal her first.”

A murmur of resigned agreement went through the crowd. After a couple minutes, Rami got up from the couch. He looked at Joe.

“I think it’s time someone stole her second,” he said.

Joe smirked and clapped hands with Rami. “Good luck, buddy.”

Rami followed the path you and Lee had taken outside and to the fireplace. You perched on the stone step, soaking in the warmth. You thought Lee was perfectly nice, but you found your mind drifting to some of the other men inside.

As if summoned by the thought of him, Rami appeared around the corner.

“Hey,” he said, cutting Lee off mid-sentence. “Can I steal you?”

“Sure,” you said. You patted Lee’s knee. “Thanks for talking with me.”

You stood up, gave Lee a quick hug, and he stalked off as you grabbed Rami’s hand. Rami led you over to the couch by the pool. You took a seat next to him and scooted closer.

“How are you doing?” he asked. 

“I’m a little overwhelmed, honestly,” you replied. “Tell me what you whispered in my ear. What language was it?”

“Arabic,” he said with a soft chuckle. “My parents are Egyptian. I said ‘You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.’”

You giggled. “Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome.”

“So, are you first generation?” you asked.

“Yeah, my parents and big sister came over from Cairo, but my brother and I were born here in Los Angeles actually,” he explained. 

“Really?!” you teased. “So you didn’t have to go very far to be here, huh?”

“Not at all,” he laughed. “I mean, my family doesn’t have a mansion like this one or anything like that, but yeah, same town.”

“That’s really cool,” you told him. “Are your parents still together?”

“They are,” he said. “I look up to them a lot when it comes to what I want for my own life. That level of commitment is important to me.”

“Me too,” you agreed.

Inside, Lee returned to the rest of the men in a bit of a huff. He sat down on the couch next to Gwilym, irritability coming off of him in waves.

“Alright?” Gwilym asked.

“Yeah, just Diversity Rose over there interrupted my time with her,” Lee replied bitterly.

Gwilym blinked. Several of the men turned their heads at the comment.

“Diversity Rose?” he questioned.

“Y’know, he’s only gonna get a rose because he’s a minority,” Lee said with a shrug.

The room became uncomfortably quiet. All eyes were flickering between Lee and the remaining men of color in the room - Kenny, Eric, Mike, and John.

“Dude,” said the man on the other side of Lee, named Wells. “C’mon.”

“What?” Lee said defensively. “It’s just the facts.”

“No,” replied Wells. “You’re being racist.”

“Yeah, it’s all just starting out,” Joe agreed. “They could be having a great connection right now, you don’t know. You’re just mad he interrupted you and this is how you’re choosing to handle it.”

“Honestly, being interrupted is part of this,” Gwilym chimed in. “You can’t call someone a ‘Diversity Rose’ just because you’re upset.”

“That’s not what I -”

“Dude, just stop,” Mike interrupted. “You said something sh***y, you could just apologize.”

“I’m not apologizing, I’m not wrong,” Lee said, crossing his arms over his chest.

Several of the men just shook their heads at Lee’s stubbornness, and many of them were still shocked by the comment in the first place. Backs were turned on him as he sat on the couch.

Meanwhile, you were now deep in conversation with a man named Jared. He was handsome and sweet, and genuinely interesting to talk to. Rami had headed back toward the house, where the tension hanging in the room nearly smothered him. He felt almost everyone looking at him. He went to Joe and sat down beside his friend.

“What happened?” he whispered.

“You don’t even want to know,” Joe answered.

A couple minutes into your conversation with Jared, Ben came up and asked for you. Eager to speak to him some more, you said a quick goodbye to Jared and followed Ben back to the fireplace. He seemed a bit grave now. Your brow furrowed.

“You okay?” you asked. “You seemed so hopeful earlier and now I feel like you’re upset.”

“Yeah, it’s just something one of the guys said,” he told you.

You frowned. Drama, already? It was only night one. You wondered what someone could have possibly said to Ben, who seemed like such an angel of a person.

“Who said something to you?” you asked.

“It wasn’t something said to me in particular, but it was definitely disturbing,” he went on.

Your heart sunk.

“What was it?”

“Lee,” Ben said. “He called Rami a ‘Diversity Rose.’”

You immediately just saw red. A flash of anger surged through you and you took a deep breath to calm yourself.

“He said what?”

Ben explained the whole scenario. What Lee had said and that the other men had confronted him, but he refused to acknowledge that he was wrong. You hated to spend this time with Ben talking about someone else, but this was something you needed to know. If that was the kind of man Lee was then you didn’t want him here.

“Thanks for telling me, Ben,” you said levelly, though inside you were about ready to scream. This had been such a great night so far and now you had to deal with this. “Could you give me a minute?”

“Sure,” he agreed.

He gave your hand a squeeze before heading back inside. You took another deep, although shaky breath. You knew Lee was sort of country from the way he talked and that he was from outside of Nashville. But this was a bit much. True, he had not used a slur or said something overtly offensive, but to lash out with that comment because Rami did what he was supposed to do in this experience was completely out of order. You needed to fix this. You snatched your glass of wine from the table, downed it, and then marched toward the house.

All the men turned eyes on you as you came through the door. A few smiled, but they quickly faltered at the dark expression on your face. You scanned the room for Lee and found him at the end of the couch, sipping his whiskey as if he didn’t have a care in the world.

“Lee, can we chat for a second?” you asked.

“Sure,” he said, getting to his feet and starting toward you.

“No, not in private,” you snapped. “This is something everybody should hear.”

His brow furrowed in confusion and he cocked his head to the side. “Everything okay?”

“No, everything is not okay!” you cried. “Did you or did you not refer to Rami as a ‘Diversity Rose’?”

His eyes went wide. “Wha - who told you that?!”

“It doesn’t matter who told me, what matters is if you said it!” you shot back. “Did you?!”

He looked down at the floor like a child being scolded by his mother. He didn’t speak.

“So you did,” you gathered. “Lee, that was f***ed up.”

He still didn’t answer you.

“The person I marry has to be open and loving,” you said. “Every man here who gets a rose, gets one because I see potential in him to be my husband. And I no longer see that potential in you. Get out of the mansion.”

“Y/N, I -”

“Don’t!” you cried. “I won’t tolerate bigotry of any kind. Go home.”

He sighed heavily, looked at you one last time, and walked out the door with his metaphorical tail between his legs. You watched him go, satisfied that he was gone, but annoyed that this had happened at all.

“Anyone else have a problem?” you asked, looking around the room. No one spoke. “Good. Now, let’s try and salvage what was a really pleasant evening.”

You swept out of the room. Joe, bottle of champagne still in tow, followed you out. 

“Hey!” he called as you made your way to the other side of the pool. “Y/N!”

You turned to face him and forced a smile.

“Hey,” you replied. 

Without warning, he pulled you into his arms. Your buried your face in his chest and wrapped your arms around his waist. He rested his chin atop your head. You stood there with him in silence for a moment. You noticed that he smelled nice. His heartbeat was steady and strong. You squeezed him a bit.

“Careful, I might fart,” he warned.

You burst out laughing and looked up at him, so grateful for his presence and his energy. He grinned at you and held up the champagne.

“Come on, we’ve got to finish this,” he said.

You followed him over to another couch and he offered you the bottle. You took a swig and then looked at him.

“Tell me about yourself,” you said.

“Well, I’m from New York,” he told you. “I run a restaurant there with my family.”

“Let me guess,” you said. “Italian?”

He beamed. “Yes, ma’am. Great food, great people.”

“That sounds lovely,” you told him.

You were grateful he didn’t talk about what just happened with Lee. He was just talking to you and letting you know him. Everything he said was funny and sweet. You told yourself to remember everything about him. Joe was a person you never wanted to forget.

“My dad was the best at it, though,” he said, referring to his favorite dish from the restaurant, which he had described to you. “No one does it like he did.”

“He did?” you asked. “Past tense?”

He swallowed, and looked down at his hands for a fleeting moment before meeting your eyes again. He took your hand.

“Yeah,” he said stiffly. “He passed away last year.”

“Oh, Joe, I’m so sorry,” you said earnestly. “I can’t even imagine.”

“It’s been kind of a lonely year,” he choked out. “We were really close.”

“Come here,” you said, and you pulled him close to you.

Once again, you simply held each other. You knew now, without a doubt that Joe was your strongest connection so far. You felt something with him that you had not felt with anyone in a long time, even on the previous season of The Bachelor. He was special.

You broke apart and he smiled at you again.

“Thanks for opening up to me,” you said. “I really appreciate it.”

“Thanks for being such a sweetheart,” he replied. 

You held each other’s gaze for another moment. Then, before either of you really noticed, you were leaning in. He met you halfway, and claimed your lips in a soft kiss. It was rather chaste at first, before deepening into more. When you met there in the middle, it was all fireworks inside your heart. Bursting with joy. Just as you were.

The rest of the evening went well. The men were polite, charming, funny, and so, so handsome. You felt like the luckiest girl in the world to be getting to know them. As things were winding down, Chris Harrison placed the First Impression Rose on the coffee table in front of the men. They all eyed it hungrily. 

You were talking with Gwilym when a producer told you that the rose was waiting. You really liked Gwilym, but you knew who the First Impression Rose was going to. You finished up your conversation and headed inside.

When you returned, there were fewer men there, as they had sort of spread out after the Lee situation. You didn’t mind.

“Hi, gentlemen,” you said, picking the rose up off the plate. “Anyone seen Joe?”

“He’s out on the balcony with Rami,” Ben told you.

“Thanks,” you said, and headed that way.

The guys all looked at each other and sighed.

“Guess we know who’s getting that rose,” Taron said.

You went out to the balcony and found Joe and Rami there. You greeted them warmly. 

“Joe, can I borrow you for a second?” you asked.

“Absolutely,” he told you.

He followed you back to where you talked before. You took a seat beside him on the couch and smiled.

“Joe,” you said. “I want to thank you for comforting me after the drama and reminding me of the reasons I started this journey. You opened up to me, made me laugh, and you’re a pretty great kisser too.”

You laughed together a moment and he took your hand.

“You made a wonderful impression on me,” you said. “So, Joe...will you accept this rose?”

“Of course I will,” he replied.

“Yay!” you said softly, and then leaned forward to place it on his jacket.

When it was firmly pinned, he cupped your face in his hands and kissed you again. This one was passionate and adoring. You nearly moaned into his mouth. His lips were so soft and he was so tender with you, it was like a dream. You sighed when he pulled away.

“I like you, Y/N,” he said.

“I like you too,” you replied.

Your cheeks hurt from all the smiling.

Before too much longer, it was time for the rose ceremony. Chris Harrison announced it to the men and the producers told you. You followed them out to let them know your decisions. You were happy that Joe, at least, could relax.

The men lined up and you stood before them. You inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, knowing you were about to hurt some feelings. Rose ceremonies were never easy, and you understood how each of them felt because you had been in their position before.

“Thank you to all of you for being so brave and letting me get to know you,” you began. “Unfortunately, this is the hard part, where I have to say goodbye. Please know I’m just following my heart, and I wish all of you the best of luck in your own journeys to find love.”

You picked up the first rose. The air thickened in the room.

“Rami,” you said.

He released a breath and came over to you.

“Rami, will you accept this rose?” you asked.

“I will,” he replied, and you pinned it on him.

You picked up the second rose, eyes searching for the name you were about to say.

“Ben,” you said.

“Yes,” he whispered and jogged a little to reach you sooner.

“Ben, will you accept this rose?”

“Always.”

You picked up the next one.

“Allen,” you said.

“Thank God,” he sighed in his adorable Irish accent.

You giggled. “Allen, will you accept this rose?”

He did. You continued to call names. Taron, Richard, Eric, Kenny, Mike, Jared, Wells, John, and a few other guys you liked - Jordan, John Paul, and Luke. Finally it was down to Gwilym and four other men.

“Gentlemen, Y/N,” said Chris Harrison as he stepped out. “This is the final rose tonight.”

You locked eyes with Gwiylm.

“Gwilym,” you said. 

He nearly double over with relief. 

“Thank goodness,” he said as he walked up.

“Gwilym, will you accept this rose?” 

“Every time,” he replied. “Thank you.”

He re-joined the men as you looked at them.

“Guys, I’m sorry,” Chris said. “If you did not receive a rose, take a moment, say your goodbyes.”

The four men clapped their neighbors on the back before they approached you one by one. They hugged you and said soft goodbyes before leaving the mansion. The last one wished you luck, which you appreciated. You hated to do this part, but it was all part of the journey. You were excited about the group in front of you now. These were the men that really had your attention. You all gathered together for another champagne toast.

“Here’s to moving forward and learning everything we can about each other,” you said. “To love!”

“To love!” they repeated as glasses clinked all around you.

It was going to be a very good eight weeks.

[multi-mused-menagerie]

SHIPPING WISHLIST

Sup fuckers ! Welcome to “ Micha Is A Thirsty Bitch ” hours. Basic things you need to know are as follows:

Bolded ships are selective/require plotting, italicized ships are semi-selective, and plain ships are 100% open

R = Romantic and P = Platonic

As of now, I don’t really have any exclusives so anything is fair game

Alright, now that that’s out of the way, let’s rock and roll, buckaroos.

BUNGO STRAY DOGS:

Nakahara Chuuya

SKK (R and/or P)

Chuuatsu (R and/or P)

Chuuaku (R and/or P)

Ranchuu (R and/or P)

Kunichuu (R and/or P)

Chuuango (R and/or P)

Chuuaki (R and/or P)

Akutagawa Ryunosuke

SSKK (R and/or P)

Chuuaku (R and/or P)

Akuhigu (P only)

Ray Bradbury

Ray x Chuuya (R and/or P)

Ray x Dazai (P only) "yeah he's a bitch but only i can call him that"

Ray x Atsushi (R and/or P)

Ray x Yosano (P only)

Ray x Steinbeck (R and/or P) blame west

Ray x Junichiro (R and/or P)

Arthur Conan Doyle

Arthur x Gogol (R and/or P) blame kyu

Arthur x Ranpo (R and/or P) give me the sherlock/moriarty dynamic i crave cowards

Arahabaki

Arahabaki x Any Other Humanized Ability (R and/or P)

Arahabaki x Chuuya (P only) "i love my small angry son"

Pamela Lyndon Travers

Pamela x Yosano (R and/or P)

Pamela x Agatha (R and/or P)

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA:

Akashi Kumiko

Kumiko x Nejire (R and/or P)

Kumiko x Any of the 3rd Year Students (R and/or P) she just wants friends gnigng

Kaminari Denki

Bakukami (R and/or P)

Kamijiro (R and/or P)

Kirikami (R and/or P)

OTHER:

Kamado Nezuko

Nezuko x aNYONE FROM THE TRIO (P only) GOD LET HER HAVE A FAMILY PLEASE

Sara Chidouin

Sara x Joe (P only) BEST FRIENDS BEST FRIENDS

Sara x Ranmaru (P only) NEW FRIENDS NEW FRIENDS

Sara x Keiji (P only) "the only policeman i trust... even if he's shady-"

Sara x Gin (P only) "i would die for Gin"

If you see a ship on here you may want to fuck around with or if you have a ship that isn’t on here that you’d like to ask me about, just hmu on this hellsite or on discord ( michadotpng#2719 ) !

[elegantias]

⋆ * ✰ — ( dong sicheng. twenty-two. he/him. cis male. ). i hope that liu yiqiang (james) isn’t late for their shift again. i swear to god they can be so lackadaisical & disorganised sometimes. then again i know joe hired them one year ago because they’re genuine & sweet, whatever. every time they’re working they always want to play tieduprightnow by parcels, it kinda drives me up the wall. when they aren’t at empire they’re studying contemporary dance at northview university. i think they ended up working at empire because they fell in love with the atmosphere after chancing upon it by accident. they remind me so much of long & slender fingers adorned with rings, motion-blur silhouettes in photos, strawberry-scented lipgloss.

hello ! i’m HONEY and i’m from the gmt +8 timezone, although my sleep schedule is kind of fucked so i might be on the dash at odd hours of the day. anywho, james is an entirely new muse that i pulled out of thin air specifically for this group. the sparknotes summary for him is under the cut, but i’m also still figuring him out, so i guess it’s going to be a learning journey for all of us, huh. he’s babey and i love him though !!

BACKGROUND

born liu yi qiang ( 刘毅强 ) on 11/16/1997 in beijing, china, where he spent the early years of his childhood.

when he was ten years old, his parents divorced and his mum decided to move to the US to live with her sister, bringing him with her. his mother never remarried, so he was pretty much raised by his mum, his aunt, and his aunt’s girlfriend.

before getting married and settling down to start a family, his mother was a semi-famous dancer, with a background in traditional chinese dance. james inherited his love of the art from her, and has been taking dance classes since he was a young boy in beijing. because he couldn’t keep up with traditional chinese dance once they moved to the states, he started exploring other forms of dance, and is trained in ballet and jazz as well, although he ultimately decided to pursue contemporary dance.

his long-term dream is to open his own dance studio someday—after he’s done touring with a professional dance company, of course.

he’s also doing a minor in chinese language and literature, mostly because he can, but also as a way of maintaining a connection to his culture.

he chanced upon empire records entirely by accident, but he’s lowkey a pretentious hipster at heart and he fell in love with the place immediately, applying for a job there the moment he found out they were hiring.

PERSONALITY

two words: Disaster Child™

no, really, dude is talented as fuck but has maybe half a braincell and it’s honestly a small miracle he’s managed to get this far in life without any major incidents.

extremely graceful while dancing, but surprisingly clumsy otherwise. please do not leave any sharp objects lying around when he’s in the vicinity.

misplaces things all the time and finds them in the most random places after he’s given up looking for them.

very sweet! he tends to get doted on a lot and inspires protective instincts in the people around him, but he definitely has a snarky side that comes out when he’s around friends he’s comfortable with.

transforms into an entirely different person when he’s performing though. he looks very cool on stage but once he’s off the stage he turns into a whole cutie.

he’s a terrible texter who either responds immediately or an entire week later, there’s really no in-between.

while he can be excitable at times, he’s generally a pretty low energy person who would rather spend an entire weekend watching movies in bed than have an active social life, although he does go out occasionally.

speaks mandarin when he’s angry or very drunk.

has a cat named yunyun ( 云云, lit. cloud cloud ) and is in the running for the world’s most obnoxious cat dad, because he will take any opportunity to gush about her and show off photos of yunyun and all the toys he’s bought / made for her.

CONNECTIONS

bad influence ( 0 / 1 ) — not necessarily a bad person, just someone who has maybe made it a personal mission to get him to leave his comfort zone once in a while and let loose, i.e. the biggest reason why he’s not entirely a recluse.

musical soulmate ( 0 / 1 ) — someone with a background in music that he frequently works with for his dance projects; either they compose music for him to dance to, or he choreographs dances for their songs.

those are the only circumstantial connections i can think of atm, but i’m always happy to have general connections as well ! so please feel free to hmu with headcanons about their friendship ( would really love for the boy to have friends he can be a crackhead with, tbh ) or any other connections—neighbours, maybe ?

any possible romantic connections will be based on chemistry, though !

[hcrringtns]

☆ﾟ*・ﾟ┊joe keery, he/him + 22, cismale┊❝ take a chill pill, that’s just « steve harrington », i heard they’ve been in hawkins since « 1964 ». i always catch a glimpse of them at « family video », humming to the tune of « i’m still standing - elton john » when they think no one’s looking. also, they’re like totally known as the « babysitter » of town, so i’d keep my eye on them. seriously. ❞

OwO ?  what’s this ?  shooky with another dumb child ?  absolutely !  i’ve never played steve before so please bare with me while i attempt to do my son justice .

i won’t bore you with everything we know from the show already ,  instead i’m gonna just hit y’all with some headcanons post s3 because like ...  less effort .

so ,  thanks to robin being the mvp she is ,  he got the job at family video .  does he bring in as many girls as was promised ?  probably not !  but he’s still a good worker ,  please don’t fire him .

it took him a bit to get over whatever feelings he had gained for robin .  she’s still his best friend  &  he likes to dub himself the  biggest lesbian ally  because he can  &  will punch you in the face if you say one bad thing about his best friend .   (  will he get his ass handed to him in return ?  most likely .  does this stop him from standing up for her when he can ?  absolutely not .  )

he’s still ...  very  bad at picking up girls .  he’s had luck with maybe like ,  two or three girls since he got his job at the video store .  perhaps one day he will find a girl who will appreciate him  &  his inability to flirt .  someone please find it charming ,  he’s lonely .

he moved out !  he’s slummin’ it with robin .  good luck to the future of their apartment ,  i guess !

still has no idea what he wants to do with his life ,  will probably never move out of hawkins  &  will work at the video store until he’s forty .  who knows .  at least he still has his hair ,  that’s all he cares about .  considering the stress he goes through keeping his children alive ,  it’s surprising he still has his hair ,  let’s be real .

u h .  highkey ?  has many a nightmare about all the shit he’s been through with the kids .  he’ll never admit to it ,  but it happens .  sure ,  he hasn’t been through the same amount of shit as some of them have been ,  he hasn’t seen some of the shit they have ,  but he’s a sensitive boy okay .  he’s seen things . 

wow i’m still really bad at intros even though my last intro also sucked .  who knew .

hmu for plots etc ~

[amartiniplease]

Joseph Liebgott x Reader

“That’s starting to get annoying”

A/N: This is prompt 1 from @jovialcollectorengineersworld‘s prompt list. I found it while browsing and got inspired.

I started rewatching the series after the new year and found The Band of Brothers fanfic scene a little lacking. And I just love these boys too much to just sit back and accept that. So here it is, my first ever fic on tumblr.

(Also if you read this and know of some good fics out there please hmu)

Synopsis: After pining after the man for three years, you can finally do something about it. The question is, will he like you back?

Disclaimer: This work is based on the characters as they are portrayed in the HBO series Band of Brothers and is by no means meant as an offense to any of the real men that it was based on.

“Hey Joe,” They were sitting opposite from each other in the vehicle currently transporting the troops to the next town. The engine drowned out her voice a bit as she leaned forward to make herself heard. “What’s you thinking of?”

She answered the annoyed glare he sent her way with a grin. He flicked open his lighter, lighting his cigarette before bothering to answer.

“That’s none of your fucking business, y/l/n”

Y/n, in question, rolled her eyes. “No need to be such a jackass, Lieb.” He was in one of those pissy moods again which made him unbearable to be around. “Just trying to make conversation. Normally you’d keep your blabbermouth running at a hundred miles per hour but now you’re just sitting there all quiet like a mouse, that’s all.”

She could see that she had ruffled his feathers, it was kind of amusing how telling his actions were. Although he didn’t say anything right away, he shifted as if he was trying to get comfortable. This was followed by this sort of leaning back move as if he was settling in, before he leaned forward to rest his forearms on his thighs.

“So fucking what, why do you care?” His eyebrows were cinched together as he spoke around the smoke resting in the corner of his mouth.

Y/n rolled her eyes again. Fucking Liebgott with his stupid face and his ability to be totally oblivious to everything. “I don’t.” She huffed out before focusing her glare on a burning building in the distance.

Since she was looking the other way she missed the puzzled look he shared with some of the other men. Her quick change in mood was a bit uncharacteristic, a fact that she was currently beating herself up for in her head. Liebgott shook his head as he studied her features.

“If you want a conversation so damn bad then sure. What are you thinking about?” Joe countered.

Turning her head back to face him she rolled her eyes again. “None of your fucking business Liebgott.” Raising an eyebrow in challenge, egging him to take the bait.

When his eyes narrowed she could see the spark igniting in there. “Yeah? Then stay the fuck out of my face.”

Y/n had to keep from smiling wide when she rolled her eyes and shot him a cocky smirk. “What’s you gonna do about it?” After the past weeks she was craving to feel anything but the seething desperation that had gotten a grip on her heart, and the adrenalin of a fight was giving her exactly that.

“Stop rolling your fucking eyes at me.” He sneered, looking as though he would pounce her at any given moment.

That was not the right thing to say as it just made Y/n roll her eyes again. She heard one of the guys groan something like, “not again”, but all she could think was, yes again.

“Like I said, what are you gonna do about it?” She settled back in her seat popping a smoke in her mouth, lighting it with ease. She sighed at the familiar feeling as smoke rushed into her lungs before flicking the ash nonchalantly onto the floor, just as the truck came to a stop.

Without giving him an opportunity to respond she got up and out, ignoring him completely while turning to listen to Sergeant Malarkey as he told them to stay put until he figured out where they were going.

She noticed the glances Joe kept sending her way and she knew that this wasn’t over, she was counting on it not being over. At least she could get some emotion out of him, even if it was frustration and anger. Although she would have much preferred if the frustration was a little more of the sexual kind.

To be fair he hadn’t known about the whole her being a girl thing for that long. She had somehow managed to keep that secret for almost three years through Toccoa, England, France and Holland in fear of being sent home or worse, shot for mutiny. After what they went through in Bastogne though there was not a thing that would make them rat her out even for something as earth-shattering as this. She would have kept her secret had it not been for the bullet that graced her near the end of the Battle of the Bulge. Her wound, a flesh wound in her left side near her armpit, had resulted in a very awkward situation where Doc had ripped open her shirt and had, together with the men around her at the time, gotten a little more titty action than they had probably expected.

As she was placing her pack on one of the bunk beds Joe approached her again.

“You want something?” She asked giving him an innocent look.

She saw how he clenched his jaw at that and instead of answering he just stared her down, which made her roll her eyes at him again.

“That’s starting to get annoying” Liebgott muttered, as he grabbed her arm.

Y/n was more than a little distracted with telling herself not to lean into that touch. “What is?”

“The whole eye rolling business.” He said meeting her gaze dead on. “It’s almost as if you’re avoiding eye contact with me or something.” His famous smirk gracing his face as he said the last bit.

Y/n felt dizzy when she noticed how close they were standing. 

“And I’m sure you have a brilliant idea as to why I would be avoiding that.” Her voice much too breathless for her own liking.

Joe’s response was to step even closer to her, making her bite her lip to suppress the whimper trying to slip out. Her brain was hyper-focused on the press of his hand around her wrist and the heated space between their bodies where they were almost touching.

The way he was looking at her felt predatory. “Sure I do.” Running his thumb along her pulse point making her shiver a little.

She let her eyes fall shut at the caress, trying to calm her racing heart.

“Are you not going to tell me this brilliant idea then?” Y/n didn’t open her eyes until after she finished talking and immediately regretted it when she ended up looking straight into his brown eyes.

“You want to get a rise out of me, get me to touch you.” He underlined his words by brushing his thumb over her wrist again, studying the way her eyes fluttered slightly. “You want me to find some other uses for that pretty little mouth.” He tugged her closer then, making her feel the length of their bodies pressed together. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

Y/n’s breath caught at the feeling of him so close and she scrambled backwards a bit, cheeks red from equal parts excitement and embarrassment. She shut her mouth that had fallen open during his little speech and swallowed drily.

“I-” She paused when her voice came out uneven. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Refusing to look at him she let her gaze flicker all over the room, accidently meeting Malarky’s knowing smile from the other side of the room. Since she wasn’t looking at Joe she didn’t notice him coming closer again.

“Hey, I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable but there is better ways to get my attention then picking fights, you know.” His hand going to lift her chin, making her look at him again. “If you wanted me to kiss you, you’d just have to say so.”

The words, “Kiss me.” were out of her mouth before she could stop herself. “Please, Joe. Please just kiss me.”

No more had to be said before she felt a hand cup her cheek while another sneaked around her waist. And before she could react she felt his lips press against hers and she let out a sound she didn’t know she was holding in. When he drew back a little for air she gripped the front of his shirt to bring their lips back together, pressing against him desperately. Their lips were both chapped after their time in the cold but Y/n swore she had never felt anything as good as this. It was desperate and full of passion, teeth clanging together messily as their tongues met. When the hand on her waist slid down to cup her ass, Y/n moaned into his mouth. They didn’t break apart until someone let out a very pointed cough.

Y/n was having trouble keeping the smile off her face as she glanced up to the group of men staring awkwardly at them. She knew she was blushing and bit her lip to keep her grin in check when she let herself look at Joe. The front of his shirt was crinkled were her hands had bunched up the fabric and he looked a little winded, with swollen lips and red cheeks. Her control slipped and Y/n smiled wide as she realized that she had done that. 

“As much as I’m glad the two of you finally eased all of that suffocating sexual tension we really don’t need to see you two getting it on. And I’m pretty sure you don’t want a bunch of horndogs around to stare at you while you do.” Malarky pointed to the lot of them with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah, sorry about that Sarge.” Y/n mumbled unable to stop her giddy giggle.

[thehighpriestofreverseracism]

I get 2nd hand anxiety anytime Americans talk about taxes because I don’t know, based on how you guys go on about it, if I could cut it....like why do you have to file them? I understand if you’re a business owner who has to declare their info etc, but if you’re a average Joe....doesn’t the tax just automatically come off your wages? with you doing anything?? maybe I’m lost...my knowledge of tax stuff can be written on a postage stamp...but it does seem like it’s far more complicated than it needs to be states side....hmu in layman’s terms  with how the process work please because I am confused

[humblesandwich]

Chips with a side of gentrification.

I love Trader Joe’s, don’t get me wrong. And right now I live next-door to one, which certainly makes day-to-day planning a big convenience. But my family didn’t shop there much growing up - it didn’t carry bags of rice large enough or offer discount gotta-go frozen meats or stock industrial jugs of Kikkoman; and honestly we thought of it as “fancy” (in fact, we thought of a trip there as a special treat and one time my sister was asked what her favorite restaurant was and she responded “Trader Joe’s”). 

Times have changed, obviously. As Trader Joe’s has expanded, the prices have gotten more reasonable and they’ve started including more cultural foods to reflect changing palates and demographics - though their shoyu sucks (and comes in some tiny ass bottle....like is it for dollhouses????) - which seems nice and inclusive in a lot of ways. But I have to admit I definitely paused when I saw generically boxed Mochi Cake Mix, something I grew up calling Butter Mochi that was made by my mom from scratch, being sold to the exact kind of people who looked at me like I was eating a greasy slab of rubber when I was a kid. And I felt that same feeling creep up again when I saw the Chili Lime Flavored Rolled Corn Chips....which are just basically Takis Fuego but packaged to be more approachable to white people, I’m guessing. 

So. I’m just gonna go ahead and share the “original” version of some of these TJ’s products because I think it’s just as good to support the companies or the groups that have been making and enjoying this stuff for years, as it is your favorite grocery chain.

Mochi Cake Mix < Hawaii’s Best Hawaiian Butter Mochi Mix

While Butter Mochi requires only mochiko, eggs, butter, sugar, and milk - you can always opt for the mix from Hawaii’s Best which has been pumping out variations on the ono treat (and other local desserts like kulolo and haupia) for years. Not to mention, it’s a Hawaii based company that employs local Hawaiians during a time of financial decline for native Hawaiians in their own homeland. You can buy it from Hawaii’s Best directly, but it’s also available on Amazon or, even better, on Snack Hawaii (another family owned and operated company that has been selling local goods out of Hilo for 25 years). And - shameless plug - I’ve been buying from Snack Hawaii for a long time, so if you need a discount link, HMU.

Chili & Lime Flavored Rolled Corn Tortilla Chips < Takis Fuego

The company that makes Takis was founded in 1978 and has been pumping these guys out in different flavors since then. And while Trader’s only offers one flavor, the Takis from your local convenience store come in Fuego, Guacamole, Fajita, and Nitro. The company was founded in Lerma Municipality, Mexico, but has since moved to the US. And for me, this is less of a “support your local company” plea (because Barcel is a big corporation) but more of a “support your local culture” plea. Takis is one of those foods that has existed for a long time in specific cultural circles and so, gets looked down on as a marker of being poor or lower class. Which is utter bullshit and which makes the TJ’s version feel like gentrification in snack form. So instead of buying the “safe” version, maybe instead broaden your horizons and support your local Northgate Marketplace, and grab some homemade tamales or visit the panaderia while you’re there? Also, hot tip, Takis cost $1 while the Trader’s version will set you back $3.99. 

P.S. If you’re going to say “but Takis have MSG,” please allow me to educate you on how the fear of MSG is a racist and xenophobic myth. 

Amba Fermented Mango Sauce < Galil Pickled Mango

So this one specifically depends on if you’re looking for Indian, Israeli, or Middle Eastern Amba and Trader Joe’s doesn’t really specify which one they’re aiming for here. But Galil has been selling their Amba since 1985 and has been family-owned and run since then. Their Amba is also Kosher, and you can buy it on Amazon as well as this awesome site called Super Kacher that specializes in Middle Eastern and Israeli specialty food. If you want a more Indian Amba, try Ship Brand, which has been made by Poonjiaji’s Spices in Mumbai since 1883. The bottle looks crazy generic and if you live in LA, can be easily spotted at Bharat Bazaar at Samosa House, or again - available on Amazon! 

All this to say, don’t knock the originals because you have to go to H Mart or Tehran Market to get them. Maybe you haven’t been to those places before or maybe you just don't have time to hit two markets (in which case, I have provided you with links for online shopping) - but give the cultures that have provided fodder for your favorite chain a fighting chance to prove why they were good enough to be appropriated in the first place.

[ammapreker]

i’m literally waiting to board a flight, but what better time to pop some quickie blurbs in the tag??? no better time!!!

astrid mai (21, “psychic” & student, lana condor) - like luna lovegood, but less dreamy and says similar craziness with a 100% straight face so you almost don’t realize what she’s saying is bonkers. her parents passed away in a car accident when astrid was only five and she was sent to live with her aunt in mangata along with her aunt’s cohort of friends inspired by 300 fox way from trc and practical magic. she believes in mounds of superstitions, but she does not believe she can tell the future - that’s just what she tells her clients. she’s a con artist, but isn’t morality a matter of perspective??? currently a student at the local college studying psychology to hopefully become a better fake psychic, so she’s setting her bar real high.

callum “cal” hayworth (25, law student, joe keery) - the most pretentious boy you’ll ever meet, but he’s so earnest about it maybe you’ll forgive him for it??? or maybe not. he’s the heir to one of mangata’s founding families who has trouble with the word “no,” especially in regards to his family’s expectations for him. talented student, but law school was more of a means to postpone his “bright future” than anything else, including his upcoming marriage to his childhood/family friend. too bad he’s fallen in love with someone else and is too afraid of hurting anyone to keep himself from inevitably hurting everyone =/

elias “eli” dunne (26, ghost tour guide, charles melton) - former foster kid, current ghost devotee. fell in love with mangata for its spooky atmosphere and stories and one might call it his one true love (but not openly, if his fake fiancée jackie kelly has anything to say about it). gave college the good ol’ college try, but ultimately joined a ghost tour group instead, doing what he knows and loves best!! most relaxed when he’s talking about supernatural mysteries and most captivated when he’s arguing his points with someone who’s actually interested in what he has to say. accidentally got ouija boards banned from the local subway, but we don’t talk about that.

as for needs, they all pm need everything???? friends, exes galore!!! astrid’s part of the girl house with mattie, so hit emily up if you want in on that!!! cal needs a fiancée he’s currently cheating on!!! they could probably all use family if people are interested!!! for cal, a wayward, rebellious older brother just returning home!! for astrid, the gillian to her sally!! literally any face since she can be related to her aunt or her aunt’s friends and i’m open to twinning lana, too!!! for eli, i’m always down for more foster/former foster kids for found families, even kids from the family he was adopted into!!! also antagonistic relationships, more people for the ghost tour company??? i’m open for literally ANYTHING and please feel free to either reply to this or hmu on discord at megan#1831 if you’re interested in plotting!!!!

[kkultokkie]

get to know me

@dailydoseoftrash7 tagged me (thank you!) to do this ages ago but ive been busy and also i forgot and i need something to distract me rn so im doing it now lmao

(btw @dailydoseoftrash7 hmu with that yoonkook fic once youre done uwu)

ive done this loads of times before but the answers are always slightly different so here we go

nickname(s): doughnut, various variants on my name like kirnoo

gender: female

zodiac: taurus

height: 5′5.5/ 167cm

time: 2:10am

favourite musicians: hans zimmer, bts, tsfh, oh my girl, imagine dragons, linkin park, tøp, mamamoo, bap, gareth coker, chopin, debussy, joe hisaishi, suran, etc etc

song stuck in my head: a mixture of lee sora’s ‘song request’ and oh my girl’s ‘sugar baby’ (which are both completely diff songs so im not sure how that works but hey)

last thing i googled: ahahahahahahahahaha ‘why do i feel sad for no reason’ ok dont even

last movie i saw: bts love yourself tour in seoul

last song i listened to: idk, song request? though i was watching bts live videos so maybe fake love if those count as listening to songs?

other blogs: @iranka (please follow me that blogs much nicer and less spammy n i post my art and fics and stuff) i have another blog too but like,,

do i get asks: rarely (pls send me asks ;-;)

why did i choose my username: i was like 14 and didnt know how to pick a username so i chose that dumb nickname

following: 581

amount of sleep i get: yesterday? 13 hours. the day before? 0 hours. so.

lucky number: none really but 13 i guess, and 5

what im wearing: black shirt, black leggings, yellow cardigan

dream job: actual: small business owner (flower shop maybe?) and writer/artist/musician; realistic: clinical psychologist? maybe?

dream trip: around the world/ lord of the rings new zealand trek/ europe road trip

favourite food: like, everything (nehari (a pakistani curry thing), mac n cheese, fruit tart, cheesecake, dumplings...)

instruments: piano, flute, ukulele, voice (id like to learn harp, percussion esp marimba, organ, bassoon, tuba)

relationship status: forever single

favourite colours: all (indigo, lavender, pastel pink, bright yellow, blood red, sea green)

three books: lotr1, lotr2, lotr3 (lmao ok lord of the rings series by jrr tolkien, blue light by gary paulsen, i, robot by isaac asimov (so hard to choose man idek))

three tv shows: merlin, a:tla, sherlock (up to season 3 lmao)

book i am reading rn: none

anything i want: i never know if this question means to say something that i want as in would like to have or anything i want as in its a free bonus question to write whatever the hell i want to but hey ho lets just say i want to get my life together and to stop sabotaging myself and to stop being so obsessed with wanting love

im not tagging anyone bc idk who to tag and i feel like i always tag the same people so if u wanna do it go ahead, you can say i tagged u if u want

[lorebled-a]

plots please for rhaeyar, ismael & red

*     [   MEME   ] :   send me “plots please” and i’ll respond with plots / relationships / connections i can think of for our muses !

a wall of text below because i don’t know how to shut up. i’m so sorry ajjdlkad.

rhaeyar & dalla: after arriving in westeros, rhaeyar and his twin brother phyrros follow their visions north beyond the wall. (they believe that a weapon that can kill/stop the others is somewhere beyond the wall.) while running from wights, the brothers stumble into a group of spearwives from mance’s army. the spearwives save them from the wights, but then take them prisoners, believing them to be men of the nightwatch. the brothers are then taken to mance, who believes their story.

little by little, the brothers earn the free folk’s trust by using their sights to keep the free folk updated on the movements of the others and the nightwatch.  rhaeyar and dalla cross paths more often now that rhaeyar is considered one of her husband’s men. they get to know each other a little bit. phyrros helps mance search for the horn of winter (or something else), but gets killed before they can find it. maybe we can do something where rhaeyar wants to continue the search, but knows that mance would not listen to him, so he approaches dalla first with his theories and visions (so she, in turn, can convince mance to listen to him). maybe mance lets him go, maybe not. either way, rhaeyar is present when they get to the wall and volunteers to protect dalla during the battle. (if you want to do an au where dalla survives childbirth, we can do a thing where rhaeyar helps her escape stannis’ forces? 👀)

oh! i guess we can do something similair with geldis too! she could be one of the spearwives who found rhaeyar and phyrros. maybe rhaeyar can help her escape after being captured?

rhaeyar & aegon: phyrros’ visions lead them to aegon. (just as aegon is about to leave volon therys for westeros, maybe?) they swear allegiance to aegon and catch a ride with him to westeros. (the brothers are great fighters + they come from an influential house where the blood of old valyria runs strong. aegon and co. can only profit from having the brothers with them... right? -inserts stonks meme here-) either rhaeyar tells aegon about the real situation north of the wall right away, or he tells him after getting to know him better during their journey west. i can see rhaeyar trying to convince aegon to send some of his sellswords north with him and phyrros to find a weapon that can stop the others.

ismael & nick, nile, or joe: the old guard dream of ismael shortly after they have found nile. they find him in thailand, thinking he’s a young immortal. it turns out that he’s the oldest immortal in existence. even older than andy. ismael has outlived his cluster of immortals and has not dreamt of anyone new until shortly after nile’s  first “death”... which is SUPER weird... the old guard and ismael try to figure out why this has happened. listen!!! i just want ish to not be alone anymore! i want the old guard to adopt this sad old man!!!

btw!!!! ismael has a dragon age: inq. verse. so hmu if you wanna do da stuff. :)

red & nile (or anyone who is supernatural or immortal really): meet cute, but red is a bitch. (so technically it’s meet bitch?) red senses that nile is not an ordinary human. and, because of nile's unique relationship with death, she is able to see past red’s glamour and see that red is... well... kinda rotting... kinda... dead. they talk. and thus begin the start of... something.