#getting obsessed with doctor who is already a little embarassing

[nat-20s]

I do think Ten is currently still my favorite Doctor but I cannot stress ENOUGH how it is specifically season 4 Ten who is my favorite. It is Ten+Donna that is my favorite Doctor. Ultimately I am a sucker for the bestest friends in the whole wide universe who make each other better and are soulmates are are low key high key obsessed with each other that is to me the dynamic of all fucking time and I personally think Ten+Donna is UNMATCHED. I simply like The Doctor best when Donna is a part of them <3.

[sergeant-donny-donowitz]

Mr & Mrs. Donowitz (DonnyxFem!Reader)

Requested by @tremendousjudgesuitcasestudent

@owba-chan @war-obsessed @inglourious-imagines @tealaquinn @struggling-bee @frozenhuntress67 @kwyloz @sodapop182

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**1946**

Donny had never read a book in his life, but there he was, sitting on a recliner, holding one. A parenting book, no less, surrounded by stacks of pages filled with baby names, and warnings, diagrams and possible allergies.

He had always been the guy that never had to try real hard to be good at something...but he wanted to be the best at this.

He knew he could nail the whole 'game of catch' thing...but he wanted to be so much more than that. 

He wanted to be that dad.

So he got his hands on every thing he could, went with you to every single doctor's appointment.

Still, he'd never admit he was nervous.

"Come on, me? Psh..." He'd chuckle as he'd quickly rifle through the pages, quizzing himself. As the months went by, he got a bit too paranoid. "Come on doll, I'll do the dishes, don't-"

You laughed, "Donny, I'm a nurse, I know what I'm doin' love."

He'd sigh, and wonder why you were always so stubborn.

He was sitting on the couch, and you were stretched out over his lap. Both of you were just about ready for bed, when you felt a little kick.

You chuckled sleepily, "Guess who's up."

Donny laughed, "Oh we got a little rebel, huh?" You took Donny's hand, and put it over your stomach, just in time to feel another little kick.

Part of Donny's hand was scarred from the fire in the theater. He was proud of what he'd done, but he wondered if his skin was too rough to hold his baby... And sometimes, he didn't know his own strength, what if he-

"Hey..." You knew that look, "You're gonna be a great dad."

"What if...what if I'm not ready...."

You glanced at the mile high stack of baby books in the corner, and chuckled, "Don't sell yourself short, love."

He smirked, "Me? Never. Ain't that right, kid?"

He felt another kick, and laughed, "Well, Y/n, you thought I was bad, now I got a teammate."

You muttered, "Don't even start with that, you basterd." and Donny smirked, "Don’t curse in front of the baby!"

You sighed, and leaned back agaisnt his lap. Something told you that kid was going to take after Donny. The  baby was already restless enough.

You were just beginning to fall asleep, when you felt something else...

Not quite a kick, or turn...nothing like you'd felt before.

You shifted a little, and thought maybe it was nothing.

But you couldn't be wronger...

You felt it again, minutes later.

Your eyes shot open, "Oh..."

Donny mumbled, half asleep, "Yeah doll?"

"Oh no..." You sat up, and Donny shot to his feet. "What do ya mean 'oh no?' Are you alright?! What's ha-"

You suddenly groaned in pain and doubled over, as you managed to mumble through clenched teeth, "It's time..."

"It's ti..IT'S TIME. OK. oK?! I'LL DRIVE YOU TO....NO! AMBULANCE. THAT'S"

"Donny."

"WhAT?!"

"Stay calm."

"I aAM calm."

You rolled your eyes,  and chuckled, "Stay calm. Breathe."

"I'm FUCKING CALM Y/N, WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT. OK. WE CAN DO THIS..."

"Fucking....ok.... Donny, there's no time. Listen...this baby is-" You groaned again, and he reached for your hand.

You nearly broke his in your iron grip.

He didn’t really mind. "Doll?"

"Call the midwife. This kid is coming right now."

"Right now-right now? Or right-now in a few hours?"

"RIGHT NOW RIGHT NOW, DONNY. GO."

He couldn't help but smile, "OK, I GOT IT."

"WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING?"

"WHY ARE YOU SCRE....Oh right.... Ok, I'll be back, just...here," He helped you back down, and then rushed down the hall. It hurt his knee to run, a remnant from the night the war ended, but he knew you hurt so much more, so he ran. He ran for you.

He passed a room painted in pastel and bright colors, and he slowed down a little, his hand brushing against the doorway as he rushed to the phone, a little smile beginning to play on his lips, for a brief moment. 

You started controlling your breathing, looking down, you sighed, with a laugh "Just as impatient as your father." You could hear Donny, all the way on the other side of the house as he called the midwife.

Every other word that came out of his mouth was a four-letter-word.

The widwives understood, but, it was a bit embarassing for you.

It was then that you heard him say "I AM FUCKING CALM," just before hanging up.

He was in fact, not fucking calm.

It wasn't long before the midwife showed up.

"Mr. Donowitz, please."

He stopped in his tracks. He still wasn't used to being called that.

He still worked in his father's barber shop, and there, everyone still called him Donny.

Good old Donny. He hadn't changed a bit...everyone said so.

It was that, or a journalist or two popping by for an interview, and calling him sergeant out of respect.

But ‘mister’?

He still wasn't used to that...

But he was used to following orders, and in a way, it calmed him down. . "Hot water and clean towels. Go."

Donny brought everything in, and found that you were no longer in the living room.

"Y/n?!"

He heard a pained and rather annoyed "WHAT?!"

He couldn't help but smile a little as he rushed to the bedroom, and set everything down.

And stood there.

The midwife shook her head, and tutted "Out out out out!"

Donny was a little taken back, "Out?"

"Nervous husbands always bungle something up!"

"I'm not nervous!" Donny got a bit defensive, and pouted a bit.

Any other moment you would’ve found that absolutely adorable...but not now.

The midwife rolled her eyes, "No. You're damn near shitting yourself."

In the blink of an eye, he found himself outside. That lady had quite some experience with doting husbands. And now, she had quite some experience with veterans, who all swore they weren’t nervous (and then ended up getting concussions or stitches from passing out).

"But-"

The door slammed in his face, and he sighed.

He figured he'd get some air...he'd never admit it, but the midwife was right.

He made his way to the front yard and started pacing around.

He could hear the screams and somehow, his heart was racing faster than it ever did in the war.

Then he heard something he hadn't heard you say in years...and somehow this time it sounded like you meant it, "I'M GONNA KILL YOU. I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU WHEN THIS IS OVER! FUCK!"

Donny couldn't help but grin a little. He made his way to the window, and peeked in, "Yeah? That's what you said in Lyo-"

The midwife grumbled something Donny only ever heard basterds and sailors say, as she grabbed the curtains and shut them.

Donny sighed, leaned against the wall, and lit a cigarette to calm his nerves.

He put the lighter back in his pocket, and felt a piece of paper.

He pulled it out, and smiled.

It was a letter from Aldo. It was addressed to both of you. A congratulations, and a few name suggestions (Aldo was a good name for a boy, ya know). And a promise to come visit the "lil 'un" soon.

Donny sighed and put the letter back in his pocket. He'd gotten a letter like that from each of the basterds. Each one giving some advice or name.

Each one being a bit of a cheeky basterd.

Donny smiled, he missed them, the way they all sat around together. All the things they lived through together... There were things he wished he could forget, but, he did miss those boys. Still, he wouldn't give up the life he had now for anything in the world.

Suddenly, the memories flew away and his feet were back on the ground.

He was back.

And he could hear the screaming intensify.

It was unsettling...

He furrowed his brow, and tried to get it together for your sake.

"Y/n?!"

You'd gone through a whole war together. War came with bullets. It came with pain. It came with bombers and fear and grenades.

He'd never heard you like that before, and it terrified him.

He panicked.

He didn't give a fuck what the midwife said. He didn't care what anyone said.

Most fathers stood around with cigars in a waiting room.

But Donny had been with you, and you were with him, during the worst moments of the war. He was dead set on being with you in the scariest/best day of your lives.

He set out his cigarette, and matched back in, slamming the door open, as the midwife sputtered incredulously, "MR. DONOWITZ-"

"Look nurse," he rolled up his sleeves, "Me and Y/N been through a lot together. We went to war together, we came back together. Let me be here for this. Just tell me what to do."

"Alright! alright!" She turned to you and chuckled, "You're right, he is a stubborn one."

You managed to smile a little.

He did everyrhing he was told to do, but it didn't make it any less scary.

You looked like you were in so much pain, it killed Donny to not be able to do anything about it.

"IS SHE ALRIGHT?!"

His heart tied a knot in his throat as he was thrown back to what was one of the darkest moments in the war. A grenade had been thrown, Utivich was holding you, you were covered in your own blood, and Donny was wide-eyed, demanding to know "IS SHE ALRIGHT?!"

Suddenly he heard an answer, back in the present.

Along with a chuckle.

"She's alright, Mr. Donowitz, just perfectly fine."

He smiled down ar you "Hear that, doll? You're doin great, just breathe..." He moved some hair away from your face as he held your hand and looked back at the midwife. "And the kid? How's my kid?"

You narrowed your eyes, "Your kid? Your fucking kid Donny are you fucking kidding me?!"

He laughed and kissed you on the forehead, "Sorry, sorry, our kid."

"I swear if you even THINK OF HAVING ANOTHER ONE..."

Donny smiled, "I know, doll, I know."

The midwife chuckled as she looked up, "One more push now, Mrs."

Donny smiled and looked down at you. For a moment, everything stood still...

Mrs. The word rang in his ear and he couldn't help but think of the first time he saw you, lined up with all the other basterds. His heart had skipped a beat and he grimaced as he tried to keep you out, thinking "Come on, now...that aint ever gonna happen..."

And here you were.

Mrs.

He smiled and snapped back, just in time to see a soft green towel being wrapped around a tiny little thing.

In that moment, there was music again in Donny’s world, no longer drowned out by engines, boots, and guns.

The first note was a loud, defenceless cry, and it broke his heart.

The moment he laid eyes on the baby, he knew that kid would break his heart every time he heard that little cry.

A part of him couldn't believe it, as the midwife held up the baby, he managed to blurt out, "B....baby..."

You laughed as a wave of relief and love like you'd never known before, as the midwife walked over with the baby. "Yeah, Don...a baby."

The midwife smiled, "Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Donowitz, it's a beautiful baby girl!" Mr. Donowitz...not a sergeant anymore... Mrs. Donowitz...not corporal L/N anymore.

She set the baby down in your arms and you couldn't bear to take your eyes off her, that tiny little thing. Your heart was heavy in that moment, knowing that baby would get hurt as she grew up. She'd scrape her knee, she'd lose a teddy bear, she'd fall off a bike, she'd fall in love, then fall out and back again.

You looked at Donny smiling, knowing you'd both be there for her along the way.

The moment the baby looked at Donny, she stopped crying.

You smiled and said, "You know you'll have to help eventually."

Donny chuckled as he planted a soft kiss on your forehead and said, "I know doll."

He hesitated a little.

She looked so small compared to his hand as he reached out. And.... He was known for his brute strength. A million questions and worries filled his head.

Then the midwife nudged him with a chuckle, "Go on then, dad."

Dad...

He was barely getting used to being called Mr. Donowitz...

But his heart melted when he looked at the baby and he thought '...I'm a dad...'

You nodded at him and smiled, "it's ok, Don."

He then took his baby girl in his arms and his whole world lit up.

He sat on the bed by you, only then realizing his knees felt like jelly from all the emotion.

"So, what are we gonna name her?"

Donny smirked, "Ya know...Aldo suggested Aldora. Said it's 'respectable as all hell.'"

You laughed a little, "Maybe....not..."

Donny chuckled as he looked down at the baby, and softly rubbed the back of his finger on her cheek. She babbled and nestled into his arms.

"Maybe Leah?"

You smiled and nodded "Leah..."

Donny smiled softly, thinking of all the things he wanted to teach her.

As soon as she could walk he was planning on teaching her how to bat.

But...he sighed softly seeing just how tiny the baby was, and thought there would be enough time for that later.

"Hi Leah," he chuckled as he rocked her a little.

She wrapped her hand around his finger and his heart practically burst, but all he could say was a loving little "Lee..."

He wrapped an arm around you as you both looked at your baby, "Aldo’s gonna be real disappointed, huh?"

Donny chuckled as he watched Lee fall asleep, "Gee, that's too bad, huh doll..."

In that moment, his life was full. His knee didn't hurt. He didn't worry about hurting his baby. He realized he was just being paranoid all along.

In other words...he was just being a dad.

But... If anyone else ever hurt his baby, well then...he had a bat he could dust off.

But that's besides the point.

You were together now, back in Boston.

It was clear now that the war was over this time.

He looked around and saw what he was fighting for.

He didn't care what Aldo thought. Save that earful for the reunions.

He cared about you and Leah.

When he was with his family, nothing else seemed to matter.

Not Kino, not the war, nothing else.

Just you, and Leah... And he was sure he could convince you to have another one...maybe two...

Either way, this was enough.

The medals and the newspapers and history books would speak for themselves.

But for Donny, maybe the civilian life was something he could get used to again.

Just Mr. And Mrs. Donowitz, from now on, with a little one... or two...

To Donny, that was more than enough.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hi ! I am missing Sherlock a lot this days and I need a good fic to help me..! Do you know any goof Fics where the boys can't be together ( because John is with Mary or something) but can't stop loving each other. I love when they are not aware of their feelings but are still very jealous ( especially John). If you have another fic that you recommend me, like the best you ever read, please tell me too !

Hi Lovely!

Aww, well, I can’t recall EVERY one of the fics, with this premise (I’m currently skimming ALL my fics to re-tag old ones since I’m getting a LOT more recs lately, which I’m shocked about, LOL!) So! I have some lists already done that may interest you based on your request:

Pining Sherlock || [MOBILE FRIENDLY VERSION]

John Realizes How Important Sherlock is To Him

John Marries and Sherlock Admits his Feelings

Loneliness

Jealous & Possessive Sherlock 

Jealous John 

Jealous John Pt. 2 and Jealous Sherlock Pt 2

And since it’s been awhile and I have new lists, let’s do Part 3 of Jealous John and Jealous Sherlock!

JEALOUS JOHN (Pt.3)

Nothing to Make a Song About by emmagrant01 (E, 36,833 w. || Post-TRF, First Time, Reunion, Jealous John, Pining Sherlock, Romance, Angst with Happy Ending) – When Sherlock returned from his faked death, John could not forgive him for the deception and broke off their friendship. Ten years later, John returns to London in search of yet another new beginning. Sherlock, not surprisingly, is waiting.

The Bells of King’s College by SilentAuror (E, 64,019 w. || Post-S4, Missed Opportunities, Angst, Fake Relationship, Case Fic, John POV, Jealous John, John in Denial, Travelling / Holidays) – It’s only been two weeks since Eurus Holmes disrupted their lives when Mycroft sends John and Sherlock to Cambridge to pose as an engaged couple at a wedding show in the hopes of solving six unsolved deaths…

JEALOUS SHERLOCK (Pt. 3)

Mine (He Says While Still Being Smol) by beejohnlocked (E, 1,319 w. || Jealous Sherlock, Possessive Sherlock, Amused John, Needy Sherlock, Blowjobs) – A suspect flirts with John. Sherlock gets a bit jealous. Okay, a LOT jealous.

Reunions, Rowdiness and Phone Calls by Jennistar1 (T, 2,348 w. || Humour, Friendship, Drunk John, Low-Key Pining Sherlock) – John goes on a school reunion and gets drunk. Sherlock solves some crimes and gets some interesting phone calls.

Surety by hudders (G, 2,477 w. || Jealous Sherlock, Drunk John, Drunk Lestrade, Drinking, Alcohol) – Sherlock is pissed because it seems that four pints of larger, two shots of tequila and a glass of wine has resulted in Lestrade becoming a little bit too friendly with everyone. And by everyone, Sherlock really means John.

Paranoia by Ewebie (M, 3,789 w. || Humour, Drinking Games, Scotland Yard Gang, Jealous / Posessive Sherlock, Inappropriate Questions, Embarrassed John, Matchmakers) – John and Sherlock join the gang of Scotland Yard for a night of drinking, and it gets a bit personal and revealing.

Obsession, Appassionato by shinychimera, Yeomanrand (E, 4,249 w. || Possessive Sherlock, First Time, Jealous Sherlock, Music / Sherlock’s Violin, Present Tense, Frottage) – John is late, and he hasn’t called, and Sherlock works himself into a state. Part 1 of Love and Ysaye

Butterfly, Pinned Under Glass by billiethepoet (E, 4,648 w. || Possessive Sherlock, Jealousy, Barebacking, BAMF!John) – It started as a desire to keep John safe and whole, and ended up as just desire.

Captain John Watson, Genetics, and Other Crazy Things by cyerus (M, 5,581 w. || Torchwood Crossover ||  Humour / Crack, Jealous Sherlock, Sexual Magnet John, Captain John, UST / RST, Three Continents Watson) – The explanation for John “Three Continents” Watson? Jack Harkness is his father. Sherlock doesn’t know whether he’s going to die from jealousy or sexual frustration first.

Let’s Make a Bed Out in the Rain by theimprobable1 (M, 17,664 w. || Pining Sherlock, Angst & Fluff, First Kiss, Unrequited, Jealous Sherlock, Protective Sherlock) – John is devastated after his long-term girlfriend leaves him. Sherlock helps him through it.

The Real Meaning of Idioms by feverishsea (T, 21,691 w. || Texting, Humour, Post S2) - After two weeks away, John finally texts Sherlock. He doesn’t expect Sherlock to respond. He doesn’t expect Sherlock to keep texting him. And he really doesn’t expect things to spiral out of control so rapidly.

5 Times John Got the Girl (and lost her) and 1 Time John Got the Guy (and kept him) by LiviKate (M, 21,695 w. || 5 and Ones, Kissing, Oblivious / Awkward Sherlock, BAMF / Sexy / Stud John, Embarassed John, John’s Scar, Hurt/Comfort, Jealous Sherlock) – John has always had good luck with the ladies. He’s charming, friendly and funny, not to mention great in bed. However, his usual skill with the opposite sex is constantly being thwarted by Sherlock and his outbursts. How will John ever get a leg over when Sherlock is always cockblocking him?

The Kissing Disease by cottonballz_of_death (E, 30,856 || Sickfic, Angst with Happy Ending, Case Fic, Self-Harm, Slow Burn, Jealous Sherlock, Body Image Issues, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional H/C, POV Sherlock, Oral / Anal, Thong, Frottage) – John brings home a boyfriend, shocking Sherlock, who long ago gave up hope that his straight flatmate would ever take a romantic interest in him. In a bid to reconnect with John, he tries to infect himself with a “harmless” virus. Neither of them is prepared for the emotional fallout that results.

31_Days_of_Porn_Challenge_2017 Series by distantstarlight (E, 96,540 w. across 31 stories || Prompt Ficlets, Assorted Kinks, PWP) – A collection in response to the 31 Days of Porn Challenge issued by AtlinMerrik! Thanks for doing that because this has been buttload of fun (that joke never gets old). All stories will be brief stand-alone one-shots.

The Wedding Garments by cwb (E, 105,390 w. || Alternate Future AU || , Alternate First Meeting, Dating / Arranged Marriages, Romance, First Kiss/Time, Heavy Petting, Cuddles, POV Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn / Falling in Love / Dev. Rel., Nervous/Anxious Sherlock, Jealous/Cranky, Hiking, Vacation Homes / Honeymoon, Sherlock’s Family, Horny John/Sherlock, Patient John, Massages, Hand Jobs, Assassination Plots, Hand Jobs / Oral Sex) – This is the story of a young consulting detective who wants nothing to do with marriage and an army doctor who wants to find true love. It’s 2020 post-Brexit England and the British government is encouraging arranged marriages. Candidates meet through state-run agencies and date in hopes of finding love (and tax benefits). Sherlock doesn’t need or want a spouse, at least not until John Watson shows up. Hesitant to give in to his more carnal urges because of the way they derail his mind, how will Sherlock progress toward the more intimate aspects of a relationship? The answer lies in a very special wedding gift.

[eg515]

Leo Fitz is not dead, he's just stuck in the Soul Stone

and he's just chilling with the others and

he's totally obsessing over Sam's wings

he's geeking out about science with Peter P

talking about how much they love their girls with Peter Q

he takes a look at Bucky's arm and decides that he did a much better job with Coulson's

Fitz absolutely tells them all the embarassing stories he heard about Nat and Clint from Coulson and other SHIELD agents

the others trying to kind of show off, that they are working with the Avengers, Earth's mightiest heroes, but Fitz just ain't having it

them: we are with the Avengers, saving the world from every threat

Fitz: okay, so could you tell them to be a little bit more careful next time, because I'm tired of cleaning up after them all the time. sorting through all the trash from New York in 2012 was a pain in the ass

Fitz: also, didn't you get rid of Hydra? because we had to deal with a bunch of nazis just last week...

and Fitz is soooo not amused by them at first and is Grumpy Grandpa Fitz™

Bucky: I was put into cryo-sleep after WWII and trained to be an assasin for Hydra

Fitz: big deal, I went into cryo-sleep voluntarily to travel into a future where the Earth was cracked apart and aliens ruled the humans to save my future-wife and my team, and to do so I had to become a space-marauder and embrace my evil persona who calls himself the Doctor

Peter P: Hi, I'm Peter!

Fitz: at your age I already had a PhD and was studying at the SHIELD Academy

Guardians: we are travelling through space, visiting different planets, and saving the galaxy

Fitz: I went to a different solar system to save my future-wife

T'Challa: I am the Black Panther, rightful King of Wakanda

Fitz: I am Leopold James Fitz, husband of Jemma Anne Simmons. I'm engineering, she's biochem.

eventually they will get along though

up until the point Strange and Fitz will start complaining about how much they want a cup of tea and they annoy everybody because they can't put up with The Brits™

[princeadams]

The Ultimate BATB tag

Rules:

- Always include the rules.

- Answer the questions as truthfully as you can.

- Tag at least 3 people at the end of the tag.

- You don’t have to be tagged to paticipate, you can do the tag even without       being tagged.

- Tag the post “#BATB Tag” so we can keep up with the tags.

- That’s literally all there is to it! Have fun!

You can use this as reference:

https://gastt.tumblr.com/post/160009844702/the-ultimate-batb-tag

When did you start your blog, and why? I started right before I saw the movie because I knew I’d be obsessed and wanted an area away from my  main multi-fandom blog where I could freely fangirl and shitpost and whatnot. Also, my “likes” on Tumblr were filled with four years worth of BATB meta, fan art and fanfics, and I wanted to clean my likes out so they would actually be a specific place for bookmarking. I had 14,00 likes before I made the blog, and now that I’ve almost completely cleaned it out I have about 900. Still not great, but it’s getting there.

Where did you get the idea for your url? Obviously the growl at the end. I decided I wanted daysinthesuns for my main blog, and I'd had danstevensgrowl saved for a little while. For daysinthesuns, I saved it when the titles for the new songs were announced, I think that was in late summer.

Where did you get the idea for your icon? I didn’t make my icon, I just got it from an icons post by someone on Tumblr. I like the color pink and I love 1991 Belle, so I went with it. 

What was your first choice of url? dayinsthesuns was the first one I had for this blog, then I switched to danstevensgrowl. If you mean what my ultimate choice would be, I’d really like to have daysinthesun or princeadam. On my main blog, my first URL was weareteenageheartsforeveryoung and it stayed like that for 3 years or so.

What was your first icon, or the oldest you can remember? And if you can, post it. This is the one I’ve always had, but on my main blog I had a picture of Miley Cyrus from the movie LOL once, a picture of Elvis once, and my freshman year of high school I had my favorite fan art of Adam hugging Belle from behind with his chin on her shoulder while she’s reading. 

Would you die for the person on your icon? I mean, I consider myself to be Belle, so that’s a bit weird. But if my icon was Adam, yes, in a heartbeat.

Which url of your mutuals are you most jealous of? Hmm. I don’t know, I honestly like my URL. However, if we’re talking about @gastt‘s mutuals…you know who.

Which icon of your mutuals are you most jealous of? I love @ohstaythisway‘s icon, I would use it if she wasn’t already.

Do you have any sideblogs? And if you do, what are they about? And if you don’t, what would your sideblog be about? I have a ton that I made while cleaning out my likes to get meta and fanfic out of there, I have an Anakin Skywalker one and a Pride and Prejudice one. I also run the Tally Hoes Archive, and I have a professional blog to showcase my articles and other things I’ve written.

Are you satisfied with your blog currently? If not, what would you change? I guess, I mean, it’s a trash blog so I don’t aim for the content to be high quality. 

If you weren’t in the BATB fandom, what would you post about? Star Wars, Doctor Who, basically everything I post about on my main blog.

What fandom(s) did you belong to before BATB? BATB was actually my first fandom, but after that, Divergent, Once Upon a Time, Doctor Who and finally Star Wars. 

Which blogs do you regularly check up on? @je-suis-em-jee and @theteaisaddictive because they’re my favorite fic writers.

What would you say is your most common tag? “Prince Adam” because I reblog gifs of him a lot.

How many people are you following, and how many people follow you? I think I follow around 300, my main blog has 1,700 followers and this blog has a little over 200.

Who are your current top three fans on Tumblr (for this month)? For this blog, it’s @trippsykes, @lee-lee-ed and @snipandsnail. Thank you guys :)

What is your top post (for this month)? It actually won’t show for some weird reason, but I’m guessing it’s my Ultimate Fic Rec post. 

Which post are you most proud of? Probably my meta about the enchanted object’s part in The Mob Song.

Which post are you most embarassed by? The Meme Queen Adam fic and every time I’ve self-promoted (which is a lot of times.)

Weirdest message someone ever sent you? When I posted my selfie for the Introduce Your Self(ie) challenge, I immediately got a DM from some girl with a weird URL saying I was hot. I assumed it was a porn blog so I marked it as spam and blocked them, but then I looked at their blog and it was kind of normal? So I hope that wasn’t one of you guys lol. 

Weirdest message you ever sent someone? God I don’t even want to know

Have you ever received anon hate? And if so, for what? When I was 13 I got a ton but I honestly deserved it. I had this ongoing joke where I acted like I was really self-absorbed and snobby ironically, because I actually hated myself and had been struggling with an eating disorder. But either way, I took it too far and I was really obnoxious and people called me out on it, some less gracefully than others.

Do you have any blogs blocked, and if so, which? I’m sure I have a lot blocked for spam and stuff. 

Have you ever thought about quitting Tumblr? If so, why? Not really, because I’m kind of terrified of ever deleting anything. I hate the idea of erasing any part of my life, even if it’s a part I’m embarrassed by or don’t want to think about.

What device do you use Tumblr the most? (e.g. Laptop, Tablet, Phone, etc.) Probably my iPhone, since I’m always in class and stuff.

What was the last thing you searched on Google? Meme Queen Adam bc I was too lazy to go on my profile on Archive of our Own and click on my fic, I just wanted to get the link the quick way lol.

What time is it currently as you make this post? 11:45, I really should go to sleep after this.

What are you wearing currently? Star Wars pajama pants and a black camisole. 

If you had to legally change your name (in real life) permanently, what would it be and why? Belle, because I’m a dork.

What kind of characters and/or pairings do you tend to turn to? Is there a recurring theme to it? I feel like in terms of male characters I always love the brooding, angsty, damaged guys with tragic backstories, like Prince Adam or Anakin Skywalker. For female characters, I always like strong, witty, outspoken women, like Belle and Elizabeth Bennet.

Tell us a favorite of yours and why? (Literally any favorite, something that touches you and you’re passionate about.) I guess Beauty and the Beast in general, honestly. There’s so much to love about it, but it really changed my life when I fell in love with it all over again the summer before my freshman year of high school. I was doing a Disney movie marathon alone, because I really didn’t have any friends at the time, and I actually skipped Beauty and the Beast because I figured I remembered it well enough from my childhood that I didn’t need to waste time re-watching it. However, I still had some time to kill before school started, so I watched it again, and not only was I struck by the Beast’s character and how deeply and unconditionally he loved Belle, the message of Beauty and the Beast really got to me. After I recovered from my eating disorder and dealt with (deserved) backlash on Tumblr for my crappy sense of humor and coping skills, I’d become really tough and rigid and pessimistic as a default. Suffering from such an awful illness really kind of stripped me of the usual kindness and warmth I held. Belle kind of helped me get it back, helped me find myself again, and the movie in general helped me to believe that maybe it was okay that I was fat or my voice is weird or that I’m short because I’m eloquent and I’m kind and true beauty is found within. Maybe my words and my heart is enough. I still struggle with believing that today, but I would’ve given up on believing it and given up on myself a long time ago if it wasn’t for Beauty and the Beast. When I started at a new high school after becoming obsessed with Beauty and the Beast, I was both a new person and my old self at once, and the optimism and kindness and open-mindedness I’d regained helped me to finally let people in a bit, and I made a ton of friends. My love for the musical also inspired me to join theatre, which I never would’ve given a thought if I hadn’t loved the musical.

Tag 3 or more blogs to do this tag, and also add what you associate them with and tell them what you truly think about them.  I can’t tag @gastt because they already did it and literally made the tag, but gatt, you are such a loyal and supportive person. I don’t even know your name or your face or anything like that, but I don’t have to to know that you an amazing person and all us Tally Hoes are so lucky to know you.  I tag @mmedegarderobe, my sin sister and fellow Mass Communications major, my other fellow mass communications major @thestanfoubrew, the mother of the Heelys meme @uncledisney, and my two favorite fic writers - one I’ve loved since I first fell in love with BATB, the other more recently, @theteaisaddictive and @je-suis-em-jee. You both are so talented and wonderful and portray the characters that are so close to my heart perfectly. 

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Solutions in Resolution of Detail to the Aspergian National Independence Formation Question: Aspergia’s Cultural Suprastructure Defined

[COPYPASTED FROM PM]

I am having another sleepless night, Comrades, of the Kim Jong-il style, in his trademark "solving of problems".

I potentially face an ambush in the September - December '17 period at St. Johns' hand, possibly placing me in a predicament of a rearrangement of care arrangements to somebody as abusive and horrifyingly torturous as Haselgrove. This places the fate of the Aspergians in a precarious situation, ala the hypothetical question of the North Koreans, "what had the 20th century taught us?" What will the 21st century teach the Aspergians if their leader was so easily captured, without valour, without the benefit of successful suicidal provisions to protect themselves (already covered), without the benefit of winning the right to write this narrative of our peoples, of our kind, to be delegated fraudulent by somebody whom, for all intents and purposes, is a black, heterosexual male, who had discovered estrogen and antiandrogens not to realise their gender or sexual identity, but just to get a few more 'As' on their certificates in that pathetically Mugabean overcompensatory style those negroids are all too famous for? We won't have an Aspergian century in which the lessons are taught by Cuntster. I'll ensure that with all of my heart, soul, passion, drive, energy, nervousness, apprehension, and wistful dream to see the future of Aspergians become rapidly brilliant in a course of the time set to consecrate Chac's dream of independence.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iA-MHnu69ic Our Perfect Rythm I had a little fantasy, non-sexual, to myself, of an interprative dance, "BOMB MUYONG" (Dance of the Bomb). It would be an interpretive dance of our successful development of nuclear weapons as we educate a generation and 3 of autistic scientific technicians set either to the music "Our Perfect Rythm", or the Wangjaesan rendition of "Heung Taryeong" (search 'Billy Zhu 8' for the latter, the TARYEONG MEDLEY which has it some time before Mong Kum Po Ballad and some time after Mulberry Ballad; search 'Our Perfect Rythm DPRK' for the former). Aspergian women will dance in formations of the nuclear structures for, in the successive development of nuclear technologies before and after us, Uranium, Plutonium, and Hydrogen, mixed with Korean traditional dancing motifs and Russian progressive choreographies; a 'MONGARAN' style coined by the Supreme Commander David Chac. Uranium dancing 'act' or 'phrase' will have two women carrying the banner "2030NYEON" (year 2030) for the completion of our development of Uranium extraction and processing, Plutonium "2040NYEON", and Hydrogen "2050NYEON", with their respective Juche years in brackets (or, we may have our own Juche calendar, Chac calendar, in which years will coincide with Chac 1 = Gregorian 1985 A.D.). It's a bit slow for nuclear weapon development, but we are slow, so I give due respect to the psychological characteristics of our people unless Flynn effect drastically improves autistic intellect upon independence, in which we may exceed our own expectations. These will accompany a backdrop of widescreen nuclear bomb attacks on major Rothschildean (London), Transsexual-Imperialist (Edinburgh/Livingston), Builderberg-Morganian (Washington D.C.), and other bases of neurotypical power, including the United Nations, to whom Chac appeals, as we speak, our request for the sequestrartion of territory Greenland from the Danes, seeing as our psychological characteristics roughly coincide with the native Eskimo peoples' there in terms of mean IQ and IQ profile, meaning we should integrate fine culturally, or at least coincide peacefully, with no prospect of extremist genocide. This is assuming we gain independence some time in the early 2020s. Aspergia will officially be an absolute monarchy with a Marxist economic system and isolationist policies, most of its agriculture, as explained before, substituted by fishing, and intensive farming on the Baffin Island territory we also request, as well as terraformation of Greenland to make more hospitable cold-weather crops, thereby constituting the Aspergian indigenous diet; like it or lump it, we must survive. I, for one, love tuna, so it shouldn't be an issue for me. Capital "Aspergia city" or "Atpeojanguiui-si" will be completed in the mid-2020s to early-2030s depending on the success or failure of five-year plans, or our need to revert to seven-year plans to account for buffer years to accomodate for our people's indigenous economic characteristics ("buffer years" are years of stagnant GDP growth where all the checks and balances of the economy in Marxist terms realign with each other so as to prevent bottlenecks; open a Marxist economics textbook and stop reading that Keynesian crap). It'll be a city of 500,000 - 1,000,000 capacity of mostly moderate-quality block-housing, interiors of average standard, acceptable by the standards of a population who mostly grew up in working class backgrounds, to our hope. Rudimentary train infrastructure also indigenously developed shall be created which will connected as thoroughfares smaller towns, cities and villages named after revolutionary martyrs; "Sophiya-si", "Dabid-si", "Raguna-ri", "Naet'an-pun", etc.; industrial belt cities of 50,000 - 200,000 inhabitant capacities each and built on the cheap mostly using concrete and last-generation copper-wiring for the electrics and telephonics. Our first train model will have a maximum speed of about 70 km/h, realistically, as we won't have electric power and must rely on steam from coal; Greenland has plenty of unexplored coal reserves. But it'll be ours, and a design we must be proud of. David and I jointly could probably draw the initial schematics ourselves; we did have an embarassing-to-admit obsession with them in our youths, myself through OpenTTD and himself through literary means. It'll be called "Death to the NHS model-1" (NHS-CHUKEUMUI IL; roman characters for the acronym of that health service retained), colloquially just "CHUKEUMEUL" (Deaths) to convey their purpose, that we desire this to be the foundation of our technological heritage through which other developments will follow in a chain of consequence of inventions to destroy transsexual imperialism (cause "death" to it) by nationalistic means. Given an estimate population with the IQ cut-offs for emigration of about 85, 3,000,000 initially if we are marketing our existence only to the Anglospheric world (as opposed to worldwide population of 20,000,000; most spergs are Chinese as would be expected and they'll eventually flow in like a stream as they admire the Mongoloid stylings of our culture), and an initial donation by the UN of $2-3 billion USD for initial infrastructural development, this will put our GDPPC starting point at $1,000, the very lowest end of middle-income countries just after the cut-off of heavy impoverishment. By purchasing power, due to non-existent inflation initially, this will be much higher, probably around $2,500. By world standards, this is a $10-dollar-a-day income and it will be absolutely perfectly subsistent for the majority of our working population. This will come in kind: ration cards, housing, education up to doctorate, free health-care incl. IC gender clinicianship using rudimentary forms of estrogen we synthesize ourselves, etc. We will, eventually, work out SRS, despite our medical students mostly being permavirgin wizards; I don't care if this means last-generation techniques, it's better than nothing. The visuospatial skill and dexterity of some of the spergs at least should accomodate for a specialization of this sort easily. We will be NHS-spurned transsexual and other healthcare system spurned transsexual Aspergian capital of the world for one thing. As custom, we renege on our former national citizenships whether that is recognized by their respective countries or not. This means, for example, Christopher Gillon does not exist in Aspergia, David Chac does not exist in Aspergia, and so forth, to the respective success of ending those citizenships in their respective legales. We will all adopt Korean names and titles; our language, a bastardized form of Korean with adopted Inuit linguicisms absorbed from the surrounding culture and our own neologisms creoled between English and this new Aspergian-Korean/Aspergian-Inuit for technologies hard to translate within the confines of these languages and/or out of laziness. (And I mean, Korean is the epitome of linguistic laziness; remember, I said 46 of their prepositions are 'ui'). Chosongul alphabet will be adopted and Hanja banned as is already customary in DPRK. We may become de-facto colony of North Korea for defensive reasons. The Aspergian flag will thus be the North Korean tri-colour of revolutionary star in 1/4 on the top-left, with the rest, the hypermale sigil in usual chromo-schematic motifs. We may become a colony of China if that proves to become problematic with regime deposition of Kim Jong-un. Nevertheless, we would retain our linguistic customs and then simply become a SAR ala Hong Kong on a lease lasting virtually indefinitely. English will 1) be known by our first generation of emigres anyway, and 2) taught widely as a second language in the schooling system for economic and familial-integration purposes, to more easily convey orally the traditions of abuses sustained by Aspergians in the west, although plenty of those works will be translated in our adopted language, starting with 'Final Retrospections' and 'The Wisdom of Autphag'. So it won't be an issue if you are too lazy to learn the lingua-de-jure; we will retain the lingua-franca. French, German, the Nordic family languages, Polish, maybe Russian (Chac and I aren't clear yet) etc. will be banned as neurofeminine languages. Dialects of Kenyan may be taught in intelligence operation schools for the obvious reason of getting dirt on Cuntster's extended family. Our special operations will be 'mzungas' in no time. Education system will focus primarily on three things: 1. imparting Aspergian traditional decorum, custom, and philosophy; 2. imparting philosophy in a more pure sense generally versus the rote-curricula of the West where examination will be by yangban style, pass/fail, ungraded but invigilated by "whether we like your style or not", to be judged by old hands in the philosophies; 3. a more objective and criteria-based science and mathematics curriculum more in accordance with the West, sped-up so that, e.g., Adv. Higher level Physics are taught by age 14, not 18-22 as is customary in the Occident. This is to accomodate for the ease of Aspergian intellectual boredom on an obsession subject at being taken too slowly a pace, although, for this reason too, those pre-selected for the STEM programmes will be identified of their obsessions at youth to ensure they've what Cuntster calls "staying power". This idea of Chac's is known as "processionalism". Primarily, due to this, subjects will gender-segregate themselves; males will mostly take STEMs, females the philosophies, and transgender-confused the traditional arts and customs ala Kim Jong-chul. We will abstain from international markers arguing they are irrelevant to our culture; STEM is a means-to-an-end of developing nuclear technology only, not to compete internationally. At age 18 this will all culminate in an exam, ironically, called the "ROTE-MEMORANDA" with all these 3 segments; tutoring to start after main-schooling ceases at 16. Crammed will be all the subjects departing from the processional manner of monotrough focus of their youths. There will be no school breaks and extended school hours; many schools may be residentialized for the purpose of encouraging shared social experience requisite for staying power and the morale for discipline. This is not common even in the DPRK, and a unique format of the Aspergian system. ROTE-MEMORANDA will have 3 grade bands: Chac-band highest, Sophiya-band moderate, Raguna-band 'bare pass', Cuntster/"Morgan"-band 'almost pass, resit' (which will over time develop pejorative connotations to dunce students), "Introman" being the band for failure. These will be set at grade-bands >80%, >60%, >45%, and >35% respectively. The grades will be weighted most heavily not on STEM-section; if you did well in that in lower-secondary youy will guaranteeably get a place in a military training college, it'll be on the philosophies if one wishes to attend a University of prestige, of which there will be 3: David Chac University, a Political-Science focused University. Sophiya University, an "esoteric Oriental philosophies" (read: Juche-Songun) focused University, with a small faculty for "gendered science" and another for "racial science". Cde. Nathaniel University, the generic third-tier toilet for everything else (although we will place the Diplomatics faculty here), but a Uni nevertheless. It will be very much like an American-style liberal arts institute. Where you're placed depends wholly on how one does on ROTE MEMORANDA, highest bands getting first pick of uppermost Uni, the moderate bands the second ranking down, the bare passes sent to CNU. Morganites will also be considered if there are mitigating circumstances such as class impoverishment or whatever. But, that is not to say someone who gets the David-band can't go to the liberal arts institute for Diplomatics; those will have higher entrance requirements anyway. And of course, for those who fuck up, there will be olden-style correspondence-by-mail courses. We're not Cuntster, nor are we the illusory SQA; learning will be for life, at your own pace. Degrees down from Bachelor up to doctorate will have infinite completion time allowances, career students are actually encouraged. They will receive moderate stipends, between a retiree and a veteran dischargee of the army; the bands will be specified in terms of ration, housing, etc. Homosexuality is officially illegal unless diagnosed officially "ego-dystonic homosexuality" by psychiatric doctor to ensure the person has moral capacity to consent to immoral sexual activity, know their inherent wrongdoing and are repentant for it. In Aspergian psychiatry there will exist a diagnosis "ego-dystonic transsexuality" or "Sophie's syndrome". Same rationale. There will be no arrests for "female impersonation" if one presents a gender contrariety to their birth and not baring this diagnosis; it'll simply be flagged to psychiatric professionals and treated ongoingly. Christine Weston Chandler, for exmple, will be embraced with warm arms by us, so long as she adhered to womanhood in our national style, our regal style, and the attitudes of our conservative, traditional decorum. "Progressive but stern and regulated carefully", in the ultimate analysis. This, the hodge-podge, hypocritical, diagnosis-tiered, neurogendered-privileged birthrite systems of the West are not. Whether neurotypical or Aspergian, LGBT-policy -- the acronym will be banned and all such maladies simply referred to as "sexual aberrances" -- will be applied equally before law and medicine. Study on such subjects is banned by Western institutes, with our own in charge of the new "sexual aberrance research" of the Final Retrospections style by psychiatric professionals most likely trained at the two lowest-ranking Universities. We will be considered a world power, either in nuclear science down the line, or, in the immediate, the reinvention of the philosophy of human rights in terms of the Juche independences per our aberrosexuality policies, world-class by every standard.