#chat: cath

[fanboylevi]

“You keep staring at me instead of watching the film. What’s up?”

@sadlittlehcrmit

"Huh? Nothing." He smiled lazily, his gaze flicking back to the movie playing on the tablet. He was curled up behind Cath in her bed in her dorm, an arm around her waist, a couple of warm blankets tucked over both of them. Most of the campus's evening activities had been canceled due to the snow, and a glance out the window said tomorrow's probably would be too. It was coming down in thick, fluffy flakes, and he already didn't relish the thought of clearing off the windows of his truck for the drive home.

But that was a problem for future Levi. Neither wind nor rain nor snow could have pried him out of the warm coziness of Cath's bed right now. When she caught him at it again, he gave a quiet chuckle. "Sorry. I know this movie by heart. Your face is more interesting." He tucked his face into her hair, murmuring the next few lines in her ear. He wasn't a good reader, but his memory was excellent. Almost anything he heard, he remembered. He could have recited the Simon Snow movies almost verbatim, but watching her watch her favorite films never got old. He loved looking at her while she was absorbed in something, when she forgot to school her face to keep people at a distance.

[grimmusings]

@potentialbreakupscng

Oddly, it was Levi who'd encouraged Cath and Reagan to room together again. It was too soon to consider living together--whatever his feelings about it when they were separated--and they were a good influence on each other. Reagan helped Cath navigate the various complexities of college and relationships, and Cath rounded out some of Reagan's rougher edges. There was also the fact that Levi was conscious of being a bit older than Cath--not a lot, a senior to her sophomore--and he didn't want to …overwhelm her. He thought it was important that she have her own space to return to, even if they happened to spend most of their time at his place.

His eyebrows went up as well, a mirror of Cath's expression, when her father closed the door. Levi trusted that to mean he'd made a good impression, and it wasn't like they were going to do anything with him and Wren within earshot, but still. Then his attention was all for Cath, drinking in every small movement. He'd almost forgotten the precise way she pushed her glasses up her nose when she was hiding her bashfulness, different from the way she pushed them up when she was distracted or annoyed. Oh, yeah. In case there was any doubt, he was completely gone for her.

It felt like Levi was the one who was electrified now, desperate as he was to close that space between them. "Oh, thank god." He breathed a laugh when she was the first one to move, shifting across the bed to meet her halfway. He wasn't content to just have her at his side, instead pulling her onto his lap, arms circling her waist, face pushed into her hair to breath her in.

"Trust me, you're worth the drive." His smile matched hers when she tipped her head back, crinkling the corners of his eyes. Levi had a lot of smiles, handed them out like confetti to anyone who happened to be in range, but that one belonged to Cath alone. "I'm glad I am too." He leaned to kiss her forehead, which was not specifically the place he wanted to kiss, but he was trying very hard to behave himself in her father's house.

"What, why are you looking at me like that?"

She didn’t realize that not being able to see him for part of the year would have such an effect on her. With Abel, she didn’t feel anything. She had thought that she missed him — that the reason why she texted him when they both finally moved away and were attending their respective colleges…was because she missed him. But now? Now she knew that she felt like she had to out of the obligation of being in a relationship. Now, she felt an ache in her stomach that she couldn’t get rid of. Their phone conversations weren’t enough to satiate that pain in her stomach. She had written over and over again what it felt like to miss someone — someone you were in love with — and that felt mediocre compared to the ache in her stomach. In her chest. She understood why her sister would be glued to her phone when she was dating someone now. She understood just how much of a side table Abel was — and how much she hadn’t really cared about him.

So when he was there, at her home — it was extremely hard to keep her hands to herself, because there was absolutely no way that she was going to be affectionate around her Dad. Wren was fine. But her dad? She wanted to remain at least a foot away.

After dinner, the two of them were found in her room — her dad had always trusted them…probably far more than they should. The expression Wren had sent her when they disappeared into the room made her blush and roll her eyes before slipping into her room. Out of pure habit, she plopped down onto her bed and pulled her laptop onto her lap. She was getting ready to open it up — but the sound of the floor under his feet creaking distracted her. Her eyes followed him as he moved to sit next to her — taking in everything about him. That tanned skin, the deep widows peak — that she still always assumed was because of how much he liked to run his fingers through his hair. That absolutely sinful chin paired with that…stupidly handsome smile. His question only pulled her attention to his eyes.

“Oh—” a pause to push her glasses up her nose and she felt a heat rise in her cheeks while she gave him a smile that she hoped didn’t look as awkward as she thought it did, “It’s just been a while. And I’ve…missed you.”

Did it count as long distance if they were still in the same state? Did it count more if that state was still as large as a mid-sized country? Did actual distance matter at all in affairs of the heart? Those were questions better answered by a fanfiction writer than a farm boy, but he'd had a lot of time to contemplate them while they were apart. It didn't matter if Cath was across the state or across the world if he couldn't see her.

He was new to it too, the distance, and he'd swiftly decided he didn't care for it. He missed the smell of her hair and the specific smile she had when she was trying not to smile at him, her layers and layers of sweaters and the rapid-fire sound of her keyboard when she disappeared into a story, the warmth of her body curled against his while they watched movies or Cath read him her newest chapter. He missed her. Talking on the phone couldn't come close to the living, breathing person he was falling for.

They'd set their plans for him to visit before the semester ever ended, but Levi had never had so much trouble sticking to a schedule in his life. Work at home kept him busy from dawn to sunset, and farm work was hard even if he loved it. He was happily exhausted at the end of every day, and still, he wanted to hop into his truck and drive to the city to see her. It wasn't beyond him to just show up on her doorstep, dirt caked under his fingernails and an easy smile on his face, but he really, really wanted her dad to like him.

He respected that very deliberate foot of space between them on the couch. It felt a little like she'd electrified it like a fence. He was about seventy percent positive he'd get an electric shock if he tried to cross it. Regardless, dinner was amiable, and Levi had no problems chatting with her dad and Wren. He'd never known any strangers and, frankly, Cath's dad was far easier to win over than her twin sister.

He'd seen Cath's room before, but he was still gazing around the space, hungry for new details about her life while they'd been apart. Not a lot had changed, which made sense. Cath lived in her head more than anywhere else. He was dying to hear her newest fic, but it was silly asking her to read it on voice chat. His eyes crinkled at the corners with his smile, and he sat on the edge of her bed, keeping the electrified foot of space between them. "I missed you too. Almost jumped in my truck and drove over at least once a day."

With how much she'd written Simon and Baz falling in love, nothing compared to the real thing. She always anxiously waited for him to text her back if she sent him a text -- she counted down days until they could see each other again. She would fall asleep on the phone with him -- when she tried so hard to stay awake to keep talking and to hear about his day, or read what she had written that day. Part of her couldn't believe that he was there -- and for someone who loved her personal space, it was absolutely killing her to sit so far from her when all she wanted to was curl up against his side and enjoy their limited time together.

With their time apart, she regretted with agreeing to room with Reagan again -- assuming that it was far too soon for them to live together. With how much she missed him…part of her wondered if she would even be staying in their room for the semester when they went back, or if she was going to be spending most of her time in Levi's room, curled up against him. She sat on the edge of her bed, waving a good night to her dad and raising her eyebrow when he himself closed the door. Always far too trusting. She immediately hated the space that was between them, especially since they were alone. There was always a gravitational pull toward him -- desperate and craving any type of affection. That was how she knew this was real -- that she loved Levi Stewart, because it never was like this before.

A smile spread on her lips and her head fell as a heat rose to her cheeks, reaching up to push her glasses up the bridge of her nose. "Dad wouldn't have minded. But Wren is -- well, Wren." Ever since everything happened at school, Wren had been practically begging for more time with Cath, and their break was exactly that -- the twins reconnecting since they had drifted so far apart their first year. Her teeth gnaw on her lower lip as her light colored eyes focus back on him -- fingers finding a loose thread on her blanket before she relented and closed the distance between the two of them. He arms encircled him, her face pressing into his arm and the sigh she let out was a sigh that she felt in her whole body -- finally relaxing since he arrived. "I would have felt so bad about you driving out here so much," she tipped her head back to look at him through her thick lenses, offering a smile that was only reserved for him, "I'm glad you're here now, though."

[fanboylevi]

Did it count as long distance if they were still in the same state? Did it count more if that state was still as large as a mid-sized country? Did actual distance matter at all in affairs of the heart? Those were questions better answered by a fanfiction writer than a farm boy, but he'd had a lot of time to contemplate them while they were apart. It didn't matter if Cath was across the state or across the world if he couldn't see her.

He was new to it too, the distance, and he'd swiftly decided he didn't care for it. He missed the smell of her hair and the specific smile she had when she was trying not to smile at him, her layers and layers of sweaters and the rapid-fire sound of her keyboard when she disappeared into a story, the warmth of her body curled against his while they watched movies or Cath read him her newest chapter. He missed her. Talking on the phone couldn't come close to the living, breathing person he was falling for.

They'd set their plans for him to visit before the semester ever ended, but Levi had never had so much trouble sticking to a schedule in his life. Work at home kept him busy from dawn to sunset, and farm work was hard even if he loved it. He was happily exhausted at the end of every day, and still, he wanted to hop into his truck and drive to the city to see her. It wasn't beyond him to just show up on her doorstep, dirt caked under his fingernails and an easy smile on his face, but he really, really wanted her dad to like him.

He respected that very deliberate foot of space between them on the couch. It felt a little like she'd electrified it like a fence. He was about seventy percent positive he'd get an electric shock if he tried to cross it. Regardless, dinner was amiable, and Levi had no problems chatting with her dad and Wren. He'd never known any strangers and, frankly, Cath's dad was far easier to win over than her twin sister.

He'd seen Cath's room before, but he was still gazing around the space, hungry for new details about her life while they'd been apart. Not a lot had changed, which made sense. Cath lived in her head more than anywhere else. He was dying to hear her newest fic, but it was silly asking her to read it on voice chat. His eyes crinkled at the corners with his smile, and he sat on the edge of her bed, keeping the electrified foot of space between them. "I missed you too. Almost jumped in my truck and drove over at least once a day."

"What, why are you looking at me like that?" (Cath/Levi @fanboylevi)

She didn’t realize that not being able to see him for part of the year would have such an effect on her. With Abel, she didn’t feel anything. She had thought that she missed him — that the reason why she texted him when they both finally moved away and were attending their respective colleges…was because she missed him. But now? Now she knew that she felt like she had to out of the obligation of being in a relationship. Now, she felt an ache in her stomach that she couldn’t get rid of. Their phone conversations weren’t enough to satiate that pain in her stomach. She had written over and over again what it felt like to miss someone — someone you were in love with — and that felt mediocre compared to the ache in her stomach. In her chest. She understood why her sister would be glued to her phone when she was dating someone now. She understood just how much of a side table Abel was — and how much she hadn’t really cared about him.

So when he was there, at her home — it was extremely hard to keep her hands to herself, because there was absolutely no way that she was going to be affectionate around her Dad. Wren was fine. But her dad? She wanted to remain at least a foot away.

After dinner, the two of them were found in her room — her dad had always trusted them…probably far more than they should. The expression Wren had sent her when they disappeared into the room made her blush and roll her eyes before slipping into her room. Out of pure habit, she plopped down onto her bed and pulled her laptop onto her lap. She was getting ready to open it up — but the sound of the floor under his feet creaking distracted her. Her eyes followed him as he moved to sit next to her — taking in everything about him. That tanned skin, the deep widows peak — that she still always assumed was because of how much he liked to run his fingers through his hair. That absolutely sinful chin paired with that…stupidly handsome smile. His question only pulled her attention to his eyes.

“Oh—” a pause to push her glasses up her nose and she felt a heat rise in her cheeks while she gave him a smile that she hoped didn’t look as awkward as she thought it did, “It’s just been a while. And I’ve…missed you.”

[bookwyrminspiration]

some highlights from the first keepblr skribbl.io session <3

(artists: @camelspit, ash, @aphelea)

what a delight--there'll be another session at 8:30 est if you missed this one :)

[sweet-berrry]

Songs about living a life that looks perfect from an outside view but feel hopeless. >

[mothsantics]

this nerd

[yvanspijk]

Cat, chat, Katze, kat

The origin of the word cat is unknown. There are similar words in many related languages, such as French chat, Welsh cath, and Polish kot, but also in unrelated languages, e.g. Arabic qiṭṭa and Turkish kedi. However, none of these languages can be identified as the source language. See the infographic to learn more about it.

[lapsed-lys]

Everyone! I made a Discord server for trans Catholics! Everyone is welcome as long as they want to interact with trans people and Catholicism :D

@carry-on-wayward-catholic @cath-lic I know you two were looking for one!

[ftm-fruitbatt]

CHAT I NEED TO KNOW THE TRUTH

is it bad to have a happy trail?

I have little body hair (mostly on my caths/shins and little sideburns but I love my little trail of hair from my belly button to my- er, underneaths. and I just see so many people being like 'ew he has a snail trail' and I'm like "b-but das me fr fr 🥺" so let me know chief please I'm begging

[heademptie]

Ghoap x Comms!Reader continued...

Reader avoids Ghost as much as they can, not wanting to stir things up more than they already have, but they're only successful because Ghost allows it. And Ghost only allows it so he can better observe them. He's tried pulling strings, using his rank and reputation to try and find out more about reader. But it comes up short. He gets access to their file, but its all fluff inside, lots of it confidential or just blank. Their name isnt even on the file, just the callsign (to keep reader anonymous) Laswell gave out. He asked her too, but she didn't have the answers he wanted.

"Tell me about them." "Not much to tell, I'm afraid. Why? You think they're a threat?" "Don't know yet." "Should I be worried, Ghost?" He pauses, thinking it over. But Laswell knows well enough, that if there was a threat, Ghost wouldn't hesitate. So she sighs and hands over the lackluster file. "They work behind the scenes, no field record. They were brought here-" Her voice drowns out with information Ghost already knows, the extent of Laswells knowledge on the matter. On first glance the file looks fine, personal information left blank or blacked out, a brief service record. Nothing in the field, like Laswell said, but a few listings for assistence with signal decoding. But most of their work is as a mundane office drone, 'A temp,' Ghost thinks amused.

So he skulks around base and observes.

Johnny is confused. He's been able to read Ghost for some time now, their connection and dynamic so intertwined, so in tune with each other, thriving since Las Almas. He notices almost immediately, the sudden hostility and caution Ghost displays on base, it takes him a bit longer to find the target.

He tries to ask outright, of course he does because why wouldn't Ghost talk to him, but he gets shut down. A gruff response. "Don't know what you're talking about Johnny."

Soap pushes, of course, but he gets repeatedly shut out. He moaps a bit, like a kicked puppy, before he catches on to who has made Ghost like this. He's surprised when he cathes the critical look of Ghost when Reader walks by, and he doesnt miss the quick glance they flick over Ghost. Then that glance jumps to him and reader gives a small smile and nod, one that looks a little too nervous to be oblivious to Ghost's scrutiny.

So he finds them the next evening, Reader is leaving tomorrow, going back to wherever they were before, so they went out for a drink. He slides up next to them easily, and gives a bright, syrup sweet smile to ease into things. Reader is a bit tense to begin with but relaxs just a bit once conversation starts. Soap starts slow and vague, idle chat morphing into talking about readers time on base before eventually reaching his desired point of discussion.

Immediately, the mood shifts. Reader is subtle with it, smile becoming a little tighter at the corners, and eyes scanning over him with an increased intensity. They play dumb, not lying to him but repeating his words, asking thier own questions, faux confusion furrowing their brows.

'They're good at this,' Johnny thinks as reader gives another vague answer, easing him in the direction to make a false assmunption. He's not mad, a little annoyed, but mostly he thinks that they're clever. 'Maybe this is why Simon is suspicious,' reader is still on guard, but as Johnny relaxes into the back and forth, so do they. Its like a game now. 'A simple desk worker shouldn't be this good'.

The night comes to an end and Johnny insists on walking them back to base. He'll bring it up to Ghost again, mention how reader easily navigated the pseudo interrorgation, get him to talk. Its on the walk back that reader looks over to Soap, eyes kind yet critical and sighs. He looks over and reader offers a smile. Theres something in that smile he doesnt have the chance to decipher before they've caught him off guard.

"It's his business to tell you what's going on. I don't want to step on any more toes, especially since im out of here in a few hours."

Soap goes to ask more, opens his mouth, ready to launch into his questions, eager to finally get answers. But they put a hand on his shoulder and he falters.

"But for gods sake just tell him already."

He's confused, but the look they give speaks volumes. Oh. Oh. Johnny understands now. The hostility, the caution, the observation. Just as they saw through Johnny and cupped his weakness in their gentle hold, they had done the same to Simon.

Oh. This is...

Reader is gone the next day, as was expected, but Ghost is only slighty eased, and Soap finds himself a little on edge. It's not till weeks later, with readers voice nagging at him with that kind exasperation, that Soap (a little liquored up) is in Ghosts barrack.

They're shouting at each other, fear turning into misplaced anger before it goes quiet in the small room. They're both breathing heavy, Ghost, Simon in this moment, breaks it.

"I'll kill anyone who hurts you. And I'd be pleased to." He follows closely, closing the gap until uncovered hands grasp Johnny's face, as gentle as Simon can manage. "If you're mine, no one, no one, can touch you." Johnny is thrilled.

As the sun rises, the two are twisted together in the sheets of Ghosts too small bed, Johnny wears a tooth rotting smile. They think, seperately, offhandedly, that they really should thank that too clever reader.

[grimmusings]

@potentialbreakupscng

"I know. I love hearing my lines in your work. I like that I inspire you." His smile crinkled the corners of his eyes, nothing but utter delight in it. He might not recognize all of them--Levi wasn't as attentive to his own words as Cath probably was, or as he was to hers--but he remembered enough. It always did something funny to his heart to know he affected her that way, enough to influence her writing, which he knew from experience was closer to her heart than almost anything. God knew she affected him that way. He might not be able to put it into writing the way she did, but he loved her, like a song, like a sonnet, like a 10k slow burn about your OTP.

"Oh, am I distracting you? I'm sorry." Butter wouldn't melt in his mouth, his smile widening into something like glee. Distracting Cath was one thing. Distracting Cath from Simon Snow was an entirely different thing. They should give him a medal and put his face on the wall of heroes. His arms curled tighter around her when she turned, tucking her close against him. She fit like a puzzle piece. He loved the shape of her, her warmth and her curves, something solid for him to cling to. "You could quote the books at me though. I bet you know the whole first chapter by heart. Go on, I want to hear it."

“You keep staring at me instead of watching the film. What’s up?”

"Huh? Nothing." He smiled lazily, his gaze flicking back to the movie playing on the tablet. He was curled up behind Cath in her bed in her dorm, an arm around her waist, a couple of warm blankets tucked over both of them. Most of the campus's evening activities had been canceled due to the snow, and a glance out the window said tomorrow's probably would be too. It was coming down in thick, fluffy flakes, and he already didn't relish the thought of clearing off the windows of his truck for the drive home.

But that was a problem for future Levi. Neither wind nor rain nor snow could have pried him out of the warm coziness of Cath's bed right now. When she caught him at it again, he gave a quiet chuckle. "Sorry. I know this movie by heart. Your face is more interesting." He tucked his face into her hair, murmuring the next few lines in her ear. He wasn't a good reader, but his memory was excellent. Almost anything he heard, he remembered. He could have recited the Simon Snow movies almost verbatim, but watching her watch her favorite films never got old. He loved looking at her while she was absorbed in something, when she forgot to school her face to keep people at a distance.

The first time it happened, she let it slide when he said nothing, settling easily back against his chest and curled under the blanket. Cath from years ago would have never believed this would be the situation she ended up in. In love. Cuddled under blankets in her dorm with a guy -- one that she still believed was completely and utterly out of her league. She was resting her cheek on a pillow, her eyes glued onto the screen of the tablet that was set up on a streaming service that had the Simon Snow movies on them -- she owned all of them, but who owned a DVD player anymore?

She felt his eyes on hers once more, and called him out on it once more, turning her head to look over her shoulder at him and raising an eyebrow. His words sent a flush to her cheeks, shaking her head and turning it back to focus on the screen. "I use so many of your lines in my writing now." Her eyebrows rose when he murmured lines into her ear, shivering at the way his breath felt against her ear and clearing her throat. "You're extremely distracting, Levi Stewart," she muttered, shaking her head as she reached over to pause the movie. She turned in his arms, her own wrapping around him to tuck her head under his chin. "I still don't understand how you can remember everything. I've watched these movies thousands of times, and I don't even know them that well." The books? She knew like the back of her hand.

[andhumanslovedstories]

any advice for nursing students/new nurses?

When you buy a stethoscope, get it engraved with your name, I literally cannot tell you how much that has saved my ass. All stethoscopes look the exact same, even if you think you got a unique looking one, and they're super easy to lose, and they're a hundred plus bucks. engraved!!

There's literally so many acronyms, and everyone assumes the acronyms they know are universal, and no one is correct. Get comfortable with the phrase "remind me what [x] stands for" when someone rattles off a string of letters you don't recognize. (sometimes the person talking to you doesn't know either! whoops!!)

Ask questions all the time actually. This is the ideal time to do so and everyone will be scared if you don't.

For straight cathing patients, you can usually get a lidocaine gel that numbs the urethra, which helps with discomfort. Also for straight cathing patients, if they have a vagina, make sure you visualize the urethra before you start the whole process. You don't want to have to find it later when you're sterile and can't touch anything.

If you've never used a bed pan, it is surprisingly much harder than you would expect. familiarize yourself with them before you have to place one for the first time.

At the end of every shift, find one thing you can point at that you did and were proud of. You can be proud of helping a patient get up and walk. You can be proud that your patient's pain never got above a 4. You can be proud that you helped out another nurse's patients while they were dealing with an admit. You can be proud that you didn't get visibly mad at a patient who was screaming at you. You can be proud that you got to the end of the shift and everyone is alive. You can be proud that you realized you were in over your head and called for help. Find something each shift to be proud of, and the corollary to that is behave in ways that make it easier to be proud of yourself when you look back at the way you spent your shift

get good shoes.

prioritize sleep.

meal prep

pick a few things about yourself that are harmless, not at all intimate small talk. I also have a few fun facts about myself that I love to talk about but don't overstep any boundaries (stuff like that I'm from Virginia, that I'm part of float pool so I can tell you how this room compares to others in the hospital, I have dyed hair and people love talking about that). Draw boundaries to be personable but not inappropriate. Genuinely, practice small talk. You have small talk when things are going fine so you can have Big Talk when someone's breaking down crying or starts screaming in the hallway or wants to leave against medical advice or is furious that their visitors are gonna get searched on the way in. Build rapport before you need rapport.

Sort of similar to the last one, I try to care very deeply about my patients on shift and then forget about them when I go home. I debrief with my mom or Cyrus or my journal, and then I take a shower. The shower is my mental reset time. I tuck my nursona away and emerge as just some dipshit in a towel. Find whatever ritual helps you end your shift.

there are many ways to be a good nurse. sometimes you need a hardass. sometimes you need a cheerleader. sometimes you need a goofball. sometimes you need someone who doesn't chit chat but will always get your teeth brushed, your hands washed, and your hair braided before breakfast can even get to the floor, no matter how shortstaffed the floor is. sometimes you need someone who will talk to you at three in the morning about what the dying process is like. it is impossible to be all things to all patients. as a new nurse, you start by focusing on basic minimal competency, but pay attention to what parts of the job energize you, what parts come easy to you, and lean into those. get competent at the things you are bad at, get passionate about the things you are good at, and you'll have a better chance of building a nursing practice that you can keep up with the shit times start.

the shit times can start anytime but oooh boy do they tend to arrive at your six month mark.

[bookwyrminspiration]

quil i just noticed but. did you bookmark your own work in the fairytale exchange. “this made me a ruedacted shipper” friend YOU WROTE IT 💀

LISTEN THERE'S A REASON OKAY!!!

it's the very first book club, right? the first roll! and I'd promised to be there and active and enthusiastically heap praise on whatever was rolled.

but it was mine. during the anonymous period. if I left right after promising I was available and ready it'd be suspicious, so as we're reading through this lengthy fic for 2-3 hours, i'm lying my ass off acting like i've never seen this fic before in my life. screaming in chat, analyzing, the works.

and then we get to the end. and everyone starts leaving comments summarizing the rollercoaster of the last few hours. and I can't

Any comment I left would show up as "anonymous" since I was the author, and that would give me away! But I didn't want to do nothing, since everyone was commenting and I'd just spent so long praising it! especially since I make an effort to leave nice, long comments as much as I can

btw, i've been secretly messaging cath this whole time in a panic, like oh FUCK i have to LIE to everyone and I can't leave a COMMENT.

so I bookmarked it! since that showed up under my name and wouldn't give me away. and then if anyone asked "hey quil why didn't you leave a comment when everyone else is" (i wasn't sure how close people were paying attention--and there'd specifically been speculation about me and long fics) I could just be like, oh that's cause I bookmarked it instead! see? see? I'm totally not the author! definitely!

and then I forgot I did that and never unbookmarked it

[enarien]

fic idea that i would like to write but never will

Rookie getting hurt on a mission and now being in coma and ghost spends most of his time in their room taking care of them. just rubbing lotion into their skin, moving muscles so they wouldn't atrophy

the rest of the tf141 cathing up on his behaviour and coming to see him and rookie more and more

Gaz softly reading his favourite books to rookie and whoever is in the room at the time

Soap being the biggest gossip and just chatting about the newest juicy stuff that's happened on the base

and Price. poor price feeling like an utter failure everytime he steps into that room. watching how his boys cope with all this shit. trying to be there for them but losing bits of himself to sorrow

[everliving-everblaze]

I've seen new people floating around for a while, but I haven't actually written an introduction post, so here! ^-^

I go by Catherine (and sometimes variations "Cath" and "Heron"), my pronouns are she/her, and I'm an adult. I've been reading KotLC for around a decade now and been in the fandom for over seven years! I'm also Catholic, and my passion is language.

I've kind of been all over the fandom! I'm the longest-active user on the wiki, which I ran from 2018-2020, and I've been part of the fandom on Goodreads, Pinterest, and Discord as well. Basically, I never shut up about KotLC, so. >u<

Mainly, I think I'm known for loving Sophitz, making (often cursed) edits, and my various work editing the wiki, writing analysis, and writing fanfiction. Sometimes I'm also funny, but I am first and foremost a major nerd.

I'm not great at responding quickly, but I love to chat, so feel free to hit up my askbox!

Nice to meet you all!

[yourfavepookiebear]

Introduction (again 😭)

Requests: open (?)

I'm currently less active since I have exams coming up, so I'd rather answer any requests once my exams have passed. I'm gonna post my WIP soon, I just have to finish it first

Again, my only side account is @thepookiestpookiebear

Request Rules :

Character limit : generally 4 unless it's a group

I don't write incest, racist, homophobic, or that kinda stuff

Uhh I don't have much rules

I can write yandere stuff, I can also write self aware stuff

I write for twisted wonderland and genshin impact, and maybe tokyo revengers too !

And that's all, moving on :

Feel free to chat, I LOVE MAKING FRIENDS and i love talking/chatting ❤

If you don't like my works, just ignore them. If you don't like my account, block me. If I offend you somehow, either ignore me or block me.

I don't argue with people (most of the time)

I'm a pacifist, I have a teeny weeny wittle tiny eety beety bitty bit of anger issues

I haven't made a masterlist yet bc I don't know how to sorry

Do not steal my works, they are mine. Do not do anything with my works unless I consent to it, please. Don't copy !

Pookie, come and have some chai with me ♡♧ (or some coffee if that's what you prefer idk)

Hi pookies! I'm a beginner fic writer. I write for twisted wonderland, self aware twisted wonderland, and a slight bit of genshin impact, but mostly sagau. I'm a ✨FaLLeN AnGeL✨ /HJ SORRY 😞

My pronouns are she/her

I'm half European half Asian (specifically middle-eastern asian) my first language is French and my second language is English (chronologically), oh and I can speak in total 3-4 languages.

Edit: I have a lot of names and nicknames, so you can call me whatever you'd like, but here is a list of what most people call me, both online and irl :

Jess

Pookie

Pookie bear

Bear

KitKat

Jessica (rarely)

Cathy

Cath/Cat

Catastrophe (a nickname my previous classmates used to give me)

Sometimes even Catharina, or Catherine/Katherine

In conclusion, I have a lot of names and nicknames, so just call me whatever you'd prefer to call me, I just gave that list so maybe you'd have an idea.

Sometimes I'm dumb sometimes I'm smart, it all depends and varies.

I'm a girl, bisexual + greysexual (basically a biromantic greysexual). I'm a huge simp -> (edit: sometimes), and I like cute things.

I LOVE CATS

requests are almost always open pookies

Proud member of the pookie nation.

I will call u pookie or pookie bear no matter who or what you are.

I'm a pisces, my birthmonth is March. I'm not a huge fan of astrology but I do like astronomy tho

Subjects/topics I like:

Fashion, modeling, models.

Astronomy

Biology

Physics

Chemistry

Science (general base)

Philosophy (self-explanatory)

Edit : Sometimes history/SS too

Things I like/LOVE:

Vacuum cleaners ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤💖💞 (love of my life <33333333333333)

Food (everything except some seafood and mushrooms)

Cats (self-explanatory)

Cute things (self-explanatory)

Animals

Social media (sometimes, depends on the type)

My friends

My (new) classmates

My old school

Fast-food (KFC especially, OMFG I LOVE FRIED CHICKEN WINGS AND OML FRIED SPICY CHICKEN WINGSSS <333)

Chicken nuggets

Dried bacon

Bacon and eggs

Scrambled eggs

FRIED CHICKEN

Sandwhiches

Hotdogs

Riceballs

Tuna fish cans (canned tuna fish 🔛🔝)

Basically any food

Chocolate, ex : chocolate cakes, chocolate milkshakes, chocolate bars, chocolate tablets

Nutella/chocolate milkshakes

Writing (depends, sometimes)

Dancing

Ducks (And he waddled away waddle waddle waddle 🥲.)

CARS

Motorcycles

MONEY (no need to explain)

My extra-curricular classes (kinda, sometimes I also hate them 😞)

Uh, a Lotta things, I'm just too lazy to write all of it (it would take hours)

Music too

My personality type:

I'm ambiverted actually so it depends, so idk.

Edit: I'm an INTP pookies

Little details about me:

I could talk about food for hours. (It's one of the only things I like more than astronomy and money.)

I can't focus for too long.

I have a wild imagination (not in a bad way tho)

I love mostly everything, except for a few people/things that I still hold grudges to. (For a good reason tho).

I have a super packed schedule most of the time, it's mainly cuz I go to 2 schools at the same time, along with extracurricular classes, and both school's homeworks, and school projects

My hobbies:

Horseriding

Rockclimbing

Hiking

Writing (sometimes)

Reading

Studying (only rarely)

Jogging (but mostly cycling)

Track running

Cycling (every day, except for when I'm sick or not in form)

I don't like:

Judgemental people

Sh*t-talkers

People who have massive egos

Roaches

Spiders

Dirtyness

Dirty people

Dust

Unsanitary people

Dirty food

Dirty water

Unhygienic people

People who don't wash their hands after going to the bathroom.

Some things you should probably know if you're one of my mutuals:

2. Also not that inportant, but I try to be nice to people because they already have enough problems and I don't need/want to be one of them. Sometimes though I may be rude or mean on accident, srry.

3. I LOVE ALL OF MY MOOTS ♡♡♡

4. Also not important but I don't really think much before subscribing to someone, if I see a random stranger on the internet who has good humor, then I'll hit the plus button. Sometimes though it can be troublesome, since i don't really check people's bios.

ALSO this is my beloved creature that I found on the streets on a snowy day, it's my best friend now @farfarurfav

I'm in a lot of fandoms, mainly Twisted Wonderland, Genshin impact, Attack on Titan, Jujustu Kaisen, Honkai Impact, Honkai Star Rail, Sailor Moon, Naruto, Boruto, Assassination Classroom, Spy x Family, KNY, Tensei Shitara Slime Datta Ken/ That time I reincarnated as a slime, Obey me, Dark Fall, Etc etc and also I'm a manga, manhua, manhwa, and anime enjoyer and I also know some webtoons too !

ONLY Side account : @thepookiestpookiebear

Must read to navigate through my blog :

Tags :

See "#yourfavepookiebear" for anything related to me !

See "#pookiebear rants" for whatever rants I've posted !

See "#pookie talks" for me talking with people or just chatting and stuff like that

See "#thepookiestwrites" for some of my newest works !

For now these are the only tags I'll introduce.

for all the dividers ! ⬇️

Oh btw @cafekitsune , love your stuff