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[fairycosmos]

Are there actual castles in Newcastle? I’m genuinely curious.

there are certainly a lot of castles in the greater newcastle area! :) x

[bohemian-rhapsody-in-blue]

Edna St. Vincent Millay: Do you have a favorite poem or one you can recite?

Thank you for the ask! (This was actually a double ask—the first one was here!)

I started answering this a bit ago, saved it in my drafts, and then panicked because I couldn’t find it immediately and I thought Tumblr had deleted it…but nope, it’s right here, just saved under the date it was asked (a few days ago) instead of the date I started to write my answer. So @dragoneye01 has gotten their answer in the form of both this published ask and a series of panicked DMs. That’s the way it goes on this hellsite, I guess.

Edna St. Vincent Millay: Do you have a favorite poem or one you can recite?

I’ll admit my taste in poetry is pretty basic (especially given I’m an English major), but here are a few I really like—and by a few, I mean eight-fucking-teen, because I couldn’t whittle down the list.

Alone - Edgar Allan Poe (when I was 15, lonely, and honestly quite pretentious and overdramatic, this one SPOKE to me)

America - Claude McKay

Antidotes to Fear of Death - Rebecca Elson

Aubade with Burning City - Ocean Vuong

A Bird Came Down the Walk - Emily Dickinson (I’m taking a whole class on her work this coming semester!!)

The Bells - Edgar Allan Poe (this is mainly because I sang a setting of it in 9th-grade choir and it was fun to sing the word “tintinnabulation”. By the way, semi-relevant post here)

A Brave and Startling Truth - Maya Angelou

How Things Work - Gary Soto

I’m Nobody! Who are you? - Emily Dickinson

Jabberwocky - Lewis Carroll (one of my last high school assignments was a presentation about nonsense poetry and how it’s translated, comparing this to the poems of Sukumar Ray in Bengali!)

Mock Orange - Louise Glück

Not an Elegy for Mike Brown - Danez Smith

The Old Astronomer to His Pupil - Sarah Williams (this is the one I often cite as my favorite poem of all time)

Planet of Love - Richard Siken

The Raven - Edgar Allan Poe (duh)

Sonnet 130 - William Shakespeare (my favorite of his sonnets, but not the one I was assigned as a member of my college’s Shakespeare club—that’s Sonnet 11)

To Live in the Borderlands - Gloria Anzaldúa

The Tradition - Jericho Brown (for my first-year writing seminar in college, I wrote a paper comparing this poem to Not an Elegy for Mike Brown, and I wrote some of the ideas of that essay in the tags here)

In terms of reciting poems, I’m pretty bad at committing poems to memory (weirdly, I feel like I’m actually better at memorizing prose). BUT, in fourth grade, I read every Shel Silverstein poetry compilation I could get my hands on, and those kinda stuck in my memory and remain there today, over a decade later. I can’t remember the exact wording of poems I wrote entire papers on, but I can still recite the entirety of Shel Silverstein’s “The Nap Taker” by heart.

[Classic Author Asks]

[jasper-the-menace]

Please tell us about your MTG decks

I also got an anon asking about Commander decks, soooo JASPER SIXTY CARD DECK SPEED ROUND! I play either Kitchen Table 60 card or Commander (these will be featured as a response to the anon instead of in this post). I usually play against only my mom, but we're slowly getting all of the youth of a small town into the game as well. Not entirely sure how that happened.

First up is the White Slice Tour, a monoWhite deck I made to see what the hell is the appeal of monoWhite. I haven't gotten to play it yet, but it's a fairly low-power deck.

Next we have Rats. That's it, monoBlack Rat Tribal. It is my baby and they are here to overthrow the gods. My mom hates the poor things.

The third one for this evening is my Flying Theme deck. This is White-Blue and exists solely to counter my mother's monoWhite Angel deck. Yes, Alrund's Epiphany is in here.

We have two Red-Green decks: my OG(-ish) Wolf/Werewolf Tribal deck and my Boar Tribal/Food Token deck. The Wolf/Werewolf deck was the first deck I ever built (and my second ever deck). The Boar deck just kind of popped out of nowhere because I wanted to make Food Tokens, I wanted to play a Domri Rade planeswalker that my mom got me, and I had an unhealthy number of powerful boars (Ilharg, the Raze-Boar and End-Raze Forerunners, my beloveds). The rest, as they say, is history.

Now, brace yourself for the next one. Are you braced? Are you sure? Alright, here goes: Green-White Squirrel Tribal featuring the Infinite Squirrel Loop (Scurry Oak + Ivy Lane Denizen). Yes, it's just as stupid as it sounds. No, there is no win condition in this deck. Yes, the look on people's faces when I drop 94-ish Squirrel Tokens in a stack on the battlefield and inform them that my Treefolk named Scurry Oak is now a 95/96-ish in power and toughness is beautiful.

I have two Blue-Red decks: Unblockable Otters and Instants And Sorceries Matter. The Otter deck is from a family joke about how I'm an otter instead of a son or daughter. Yes, there are two Lutri, the Spellchasers in it. The Instants and Sorceries deck is the spiritual successor to my first ever deck, the Dangerous Knowledge intro deck from the Eldritch Moon set. That said, I didn't really like how it played, so I took out about half of the cards and replaced them. I'm currently waiting to retry that one.

I have two three-color decks in my 60 card collection.

The first is Blue-Black-Red Pirate Tribal. Yes, I sing the Lazytown song every time I play a pirate in that deck. Yes, it gets annoying and I lose my voice. But the absolute beauty of being able to wipe out every non-Pirate creature more than makes up for it.

The second is a Black-Green-Blue Snow Theme deck, featuring the bane of my mother's existence: Spirit of the Aldergard. She hates this fucking bear so much. And it's easy to see why: Because of its ability that gives it more power for every Snow permanent, if you have a deck that's ONLY Snow permanents, well...

The bear's just gonna fuck up your life and eat all your Cheetos and piss on your couch before rolling out of the window, that's what's gonna happen.

It's even more fun when you consider that I have three Runes in this deck. One gives a creature trample, one gives a creature deathtouch, and one gives a creature flying. This bear is a fucking menace.

...Did I mention that I'm running a full playset (aka 4) of these bears?

~Jasper

[dragoneye01]

I like your header image

Thank you!!

[moonofiron]

🪻 Do you have less than or more than 200 books in your possession?

Definitely a lot more than 200 😅

[shinixgami]

I might just quiet my job because we’re in the middle of a massive snow storm and everyone called out except me and one other person and my manager is claiming to “work from home” even though she’s been using that excuse all week and the “work” still isn’t done. It’s 3 days until next week and I still don’t have my schedule that she said she’d do Monday.

That’s crazy I mean ur boss….. 💀💀💀 if that’s what’s best for you then you should. I hope you find a better one

stay safe and warm <3

[the-emerald-wyrm]

Hi, everyone! I’m The Emerald Wyrm!

My main blog is @dragoneye01 and my book blog is @godzilla-reads .

This blog is for all our dragon needs and is a “hoard” of dragons, if you will.

My name is E and I’m 25 and agender! I use they/them pronouns. My messages and inbox are always open to chat!

[primroseprime2019]

Ten Songs, Ten People

Thanks for the tag, @eli-writes-sometimes

4get by CG5, Or3o and The Living Tombstone

Conqueror by AURORA

Paradise by Chris Brown

Just a Man by Jorge Rivera-Herrans

Never Felt So Alone by Labrinth and Billie Eilish

Cutthroat by Imagine Dragons

Just Like Fire by P!nk

I’M Not Sorry by Neoni

Don’t Wanna Know by Maroon 5 and Kendrick Lamar

They Don’t Care About Us by Michael Jackson

Tagging: @jinxneedssleep @axie-the-simp39 @i-the-frenchiest-of-fries @towerguardian2027 @dragoneye01 @firerose @movieexpert1978 @princessquinnella @amaris-the-panda and @wingsy-keeper-of-songs

[onecontinuoussigh]

Catch up [tag]

Oh gosh thank you for tagging me @rohruh ✨✨✨

Last Song: Night’s Falling by Andrew Bird

Last Movie: I saw Shazam! Fury of the Gods over the weekend. I kinda don't have anything to say about it. And I guess that's pretty telling. It was fine? 🤷🏻‍♀️

Currently Watching: Just got caught up on Ted Lasso. Am doing a truncated Supernatural (Destiel focused) watch through. And slowly making my way through Midnight Diner.

Currently Reading: BOOK - Artificial Condition by Martha Wells (Murderbot!) on audio, and just started Legends & Lattes by Travis Baldree, FIC - I just finished (and loved) Painted in Indigo by @nekare . Just opened to start reading the cabin by natalie_nebula.

Currently Craving: a chocolate milkshake. Which I won’t get. But dinner is sausage with red beans and rice, which is good!

No pressure tagging: @ancientsasswarrior @steevbuckk @dragoneye01 @zenaidamacrouras1

[princess-peregrine]

HEY @naomibnova @dragoneye01 @catgirldick @wolfsaber @overlordneon @sumeria @jaesnek @bethpencilcopa @vivaciousarcanist @zonegirls @withabrandnewname CHECK THIS SHIT OUT

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[fairycosmos]

It’s your birthday?! Happy Birthday friend 💚

yeahhhh gemini baby. i cant rly do anything fun bc work but still LOL <3 thank you my love i appreciate it sm!! sending a hug. x

[bohemian-rhapsody-in-blue]

John William Polidori: What was the last book you finished?

Thanks for the ask, and sorry for the slight delay in answering!

John William Polidori: What was the last book you finished?

Waiting for Tom Hanks by Kerry Winfrey. I’m currently reading its sequel, Not Like the Movies.

I kinda wish I had a more intellectual-sounding answer to that question, but I read this one because I wanted a cheerful, chill romcom (partially because I’ve also just started A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara, so I need to be reading something lighthearted, too, to counteract it…). In fact, I deliberately chose one of the most funny- and lighthearted-looking books from my TBR. It was pretty decent!

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[dragoneye01]

My dash is a combo of Saltburn and The Lord of the Rings right now.

I hope y’all know I stand with Sam and Frodo as my gay rep

[dragoneye01]

Confessionals

Tangerine x Reader

Word Count: 1,438

Summary: After saving your ass on a job, you end up on a long car ride with Tangerine and Lemon. Some things can’t stay hidden forever. 

A/N: Yes, I did spend more time than necessary on the Thomas and Friends wiki page. 

“Ok, can I be honest with you?” You leaned forward. 

“Of course.” Lemon leaned forward, too. Being the driver, Tangerine tried his best not to pay attention to this weirdly philosophical discussion. 

“I feel like I’m an Arthur. I’m too paranoid about failing and I’m too obsessed with being perfect. I think being an Arthur is my downfall, though, because if I never fail, I’ll never grow as a person.” You said. Lemon snorted and shook his head. 

“Mind you, I believe you’re wrong. You may think you’re an Arthur because you’re only focusing on your negative qualities, but I think you’re an Edward. Wanna know why?” Lemon held up his finger as if this was a teaching moment. 

“Why?” You asked, eyes wide. 

“For fucks sake.” Tangerine sighed. 

“Because everyone can count on Edward. Just like Tangerine and I count on you all the time if we ever get in trouble. Edward is kind and reliable, just like you.” Lemon went on. 

“Aww, do you really mean that?” You beamed. 

“Cross my heart.” 

“Well, if you’re calling me an Edward, then I’m calling you an Oliver because you learn from your mistakes and are reliable and hard-working. You let it go to your head sometimes, but you take care of others, like that time you helped Tangerine when he had a hangover.” You said. 

“I thought we all agreed not to fucking bring that episode up again, you shit.” Tangerine gripped the steering wheel hard. 

“He’s acting like such a Gordon right now.” You rolled your eyes. 

“Yeah, Tangerine can act like a Gordon, but that’s only sometimes. I mean, he did pull you out of that job just now.” Lemon reminded you. He didn’t need to tell you twice. You had been sitting in the back of their car for the last hour with your arm in a makeshift sling since it got broken while you were in the middle of a high-stakes job. You were in over your head and had to call backup, enlisting the Twins since they owed you a favor. 

“I’m not a fucking Gordon.” Tangerine looked back at you through the rearview mirror. “You take it back right the fuck now.” 

“I will the fuck not.” You snorted. 

“I’ll kick you out of this car right now if you don’t take it back.” 

“Wow, you’d throw out an injured friend just because you don’t agree with your Thomas the Tank Engine character analysis?” You put your hand over your mouth in fake shock. 

“That’s cold, man.” Lemon shook his head. 

“I can’t believe you two. Like a bunch of children.” Tangerine shook his head. 

“Hey, you’re the one getting upset because you’re a Gordon.” You shrugged. 

“Stop calling me a Gordon, you twit.” 

“Wow, nice insult. Did your mom pick it out for you?” You shot back. 

“Don’t talk about our mom.” They both chimed. 

“Ok, my bad.” You raised your good arm. “How far away is this safe house?” 

“We’re almost there.” Tangerine grunted. You continued to chat with Lemon in the back seat, the sky darkening until it was pitch black out. The safe house you’d be staying at with them was out in the middle of nowhere. Lemon had fallen asleep by the time you arrived. You were nodding off, leaning on his shoulder for support. 

“C’mon, you two. Get up and get out.” Tangerine put the car in park, shaking his brother until he woke up. Lemon almost hit him out of reflex. Your eyes felt heavy as you pulled yourself out of the car. Lemon took the keys and went to open the house up, while Tangerine held the door for you. The house was small and dingy with only two beds. Lemon took one bed and passed out without even changing his clothes or taking his shoes off. He must’ve been tired after the whole rescuing thing. 

You set your bag down on the floor and looked around, not sure where to sleep. You set your jacket on the small couch when Tangerine grabbed it from you. 

“Bed, now.” He demanded like an authority figure. 

“Where are you gonna sleep, then?” You asked. 

“We’ll share.” He shrugged. “I’ll leave you to change.” He walked out of the house, lighting a cigarette to smoke outside. You changed out of your dirty, bloody clothes in the bathroom and walked over to the door. Lemon was out cold, so you didn’t have to worry about being too quiet. Tangerine was sitting on the steps leading up to the house, smoking. 

“Those will kill you.” You said quietly, sitting down next to him. 

“Your job will kill you first if you keep getting in over your head.” Tangerine scoffed. You were silent and he wondered if he hit a button he wasn’t supposed to touch. 

“Can I ask you something?” He finally said. 

“Yeah?”

“You’re usually so careful. Why’d you take a job you knew you couldn’t handle?” His voice was tense. Not judgmental, but you could feel his jaw tighten with every word he said. It felt like you were being scolded. 

A deep sigh left your mouth. “I wasn’t lying when I said I get paranoid about being perfect. I didn’t want word to get out that I rejected a job because of the danger-factor. I just.  .  . I worry what other people will think of me.” You quietly admitted. 

“You’re a fuckin’ assassin, love. What people think about you should be the last thing on your mind.” Tangerine told you, looking up at the dark sky. You couldn’t see any stars or even the moon. Honestly, you could barely see Tangerine in the dark. 

“I know.” You muttered. “I’m an assassin with some anxiety issues. How’d that work?” 

You looked at Tangerine and he looked at you and you both laughed quietly. 

“Did you mean what you said? That I’m a Gordon?” He asked. 

“Wow, my words really hurt you, didn’t they?” You smiled. 

“No fuckin’ way. I just don’t want to be compared to some shitty-”

“Why do you care so much about what I think? You’re a fuckin’ assassin, love.” You laughed, mimicking what he said. Tangerine glanced at you in the dark, stubbing out his cigarette. He raised his hand and cupped your cheek, letting his thumb run over your skin. You froze in place. 

“You know, I could get anything I want. I have the money, the skill, the charm. Yet, things always seem to be just out of reach. Lemon is lemon because our clients like to deal with me instead of him, no one likes lemons.” 

“That’s not true-”

“Let me finish.” He took a breath, waiting to see if you’d stay quiet. When you didn’t make a noise, he continued. 

“Lemon is lemon. You come waltzing in and you two become best fuckin’ friends. You like him more than you like me, it seems. Everytime I get closer to you.  .  .” Tangerine trailed off, pulling his hand from your face. Before he disappeared on you, you reached out and took his hand. You could feel his rings and watch under your fingers. 

“Stop.” You whispered. 

“I’m sorry if I upset you, love. It’s just how I feel.” He moved to get up. But your grip on his hand tightened. 

“I don’t.  .  . I didn’t mean stop like.  .  . just.  .  .” Your mind was moving so fast and your arm throbbed and you were at a loss for words. 

“I fucking like you, too, Tangerine. Look, Lemon is my friend and he’s easy to understand, but you? You’re like a closed book and I’m dying to get my fingers between the pages and open you up.” You admitted, then cringed at your metaphor. 

“You want to open me up? How morbid.” Tangerine suddenly laughed. 

“Yeah,” you said, tension easing away. “I want to dig into you like a bug and hibernate in your chest cavity.” 

“You’re sick.” He snorted. 

“And you love me.” It came out before you could stop it. Love. Love. Love. The air had that sudden tension again and you regretted it so much. You shouldn’t have said it. He was quiet. He was staring at you. Jesus, why did you have to say Love? 

“Yeah, I fuckin’ love you.” Tangerine said, barely audible, yet you heard it. You heard those words and you felt like your world expanded. You let go of his hand and leaned your head on his shoulder. Tangerine wrapped an arm around you, keeping you warm in the cool night air. 

“Hey, Tangerine?” 

“Yeah, love?” 

“I love you, too.” 

“Well, it’s about time you fucking said it.”

[friend-crow]

Dearest Crow, a while back I sent an ask for an emoji advice on a crush I had. I wanted to let you know that I took your advice and we’re happily dating now!

Oh my goodness, really?? Congratulations! And thanks for reporting back!

[jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear]

I have a headcanon that all the Rogues think Jonathan can’t handle spicy food (they’re wrong) and when they order out they’re surprised when he gets the hottest stuff and eats it no problem.

Oh yeah, same headcanon. Southern Food can be spicy at times,so I think Jonathan has no issues with it. He loves himself some sriracha.