#if they've posted it when i get out of the shower i will gif. for the superstition of it all.

[larsnicklas]

headband bob we love you ♡

[sempersirens]

raising hell all over town

pairing: best friend's dad!joel x f!reader

summary: you've been a friend of sarah's since you were old enough to steal bottles of her dad's whiskey for parties. sarah was always the sensible one in your friendship, getting you out of the trouble you usually started. but now sarah has gone off to college, who else but joel could pick up the pieces?

content/warnings: 18+ mdni. alcohol. drugs. age gap. violence/fighting. smut: unprotected p in v, spanking

a/n: inspired by this gif set, and the wonderful @amanitacowboy & @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin for introducing me to that yellowstone scene kind of nervous about this, my first proper smutty fic - i find smut really difficult to write for some reason (weird because i'm feral horny 24/7) so this was kinda out of my comfort zone but i hope you all enjoy! PSA: i no longer have a taglist! feel free to follow my updates blog @sempersirenswrites and turn the post notifs on to be notified when i post a new fic :)

Friday nights in Austin felt incomplete without Sarah by your side.

For years, she had been the epitome of your partner in crime; dragging you back to her place or putting you in a cab before the cops were called.

Had it not been for your fierce loyalty and protectiveness over Sarah, you're sure her dad would've barred you from the house years ago. Sarah was smarter than you in almost every way. Academically, emotionally, you name it.

Joel knew this, and he trusted the two of you together knowing you both balanced the other out. Watching the two of you reminded Joel of a younger version of himself and Tommy, always thankful that Sarah had followed in his footsteps as opposed to her uncle's.

Your relationship with your parents was rocky, to say the least, and the Miller's house had always been a safe haven for you. Joel had patched up your split lip or bloody nose more times than he wanted to admit for a girl your age. He swore he'd kill your old man one day for the states you'd turned up to their house in.

Still, he couldn't help but feel the urge to grab you by the shoulders and shake some sense into you from time to time. As much as his heart broke for you, it was also in your nature to be a damn brat. Joel had endured countless stifling days spent by the pool forcing himself to not let his eyes linger on the curves of your hips. He struggled to look you in the eye when he saw you sat on the kitchen counter waiting to leave for a party, your mini skirt riding dangerously high on your thighs.

There had been times when he had been reckless. Times that he'd had to pull himself away from your invisible grip on him and relieve his tension in the bathroom, fisting his cock onto the shower floor, biting down on the shape of your name on his tongue.

When he'd re-emerge into the living room, he knew that you knew. You'd look through your eyelashes at him and smile. His cheeks flushed, shame setting in at the speed at which he'd cum from the thought of your pussy clenching around his shaft.

He would never let it show, but something would rush through his body when he'd ask Sarah what the hell she do this time? He remembered one time in particular, as Sarah relayed the events of the night that had led to your bloody nose, he'd looked over at you perching on the counter. With blood leaking down your cupid's bow, you'd locked eyes with him and ran your tongue across your lip, revelling in the remnants of your victory.

Still, you had fine enough nights out with the girls from work. They just didn't get you the way Sarah did. They would shoot you judgemental glances from across the bar that lasted until the Monday back at work for whatever you had done this time that they disapproved of.

"They're just dull. You should see the way they look at me for literally just hooking up with guys." You had lamented to Sarah over the phone while you were both getting ready for your respective nights out on separate sides of the country.

"It's probably because they've seen you get through an entire friendship group before your second drink."

"Well, they should be taking notes. Tell me nobody at college is as fun as me." Jealousy tore through your chest at the thought of Sarah spending her time with new friends.

"Nobody here is as fun as you. They're very... reserved." You scoffed at her politeness.

"Babe, just say they're boring."

"I'm giving them a chance. Anyway, gotta go. Text me tomorrow and tell me the damage. Love ya!"

"Don't have too much fun without me. Love you too."

Despite their judging looks, you were always the first person they called upon to finish any mess they had gotten themselves into. Still, you were happy to oblige, even if it meant a few awkward minutes of silence at the coffee machine on Monday.

The group of you had poured out of an Uber into the busy bar around nine o'clock, buzzing with the confidence of your pre-drinks. Rounds of shots were ordered and consumed at a dizzying pace, and soon enough, bags of powder were discreetly distributed across the table.

"Bathroom?" Hannah, one of your closest and least judgmental co-workers nudged you.

"Thought you'd never ask." The two of you sauntered away from the table, hand-in-hand, quickly bundling into a tight cubicle.

The bathroom filled up as the two of you tried to be as silent as possible, scooping your pinky nails into the small bag.

"Hurry the fuck up!" Someone from outside the cubicle called, thudding her fists against the door.

"Get fucked." You called back, muttering this bitch under your breath to Hannah.

As the two of you packed your things back into your handbags, the cubicle door jolted half open, smacking Hannah in the shoulder.

"Are you fucking serious?" You shouted at the small brunette on the other side of the door, checking Hannah over for injury.

"You hit me, you bitch." She straightened herself up, rubbing her shoulder.

"I'll do worse if you don't fucking move." The brunette hissed in her face.

You screwed your face up and shoved her, making her stumble backwards into the sink. The other girls in the bathroom grabbed their bags and scurried to the exit, evidently not wanting to be caught in the crossfire.

"Apologise." You said, moving toward the girl who was now pulling herself up with the help of the basins on either side of her.

"Fuck you." She spat, saliva hitting your cheek before she lunged forward.

Your fist connected with her nose before she even had time to swing, and your right hand secured a tight grip on the back of her hair.

"I said, apologise to my friend."

"I'm sorry." She choked, pathetically. Her face shrivelled in fear and pain.

"Not so fuckin' big now, are you?" Hannah said, which was ironic, considering the girl who had bruised her was now quivering under your fist.

Content with her apology, you released your grip on her and re-entered the bar with Hannah trailing behind you. As you both rejoined your table, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

"Our friend said you just attacked her in the bathroom." Another petite girl looked up at you, one hand on her hip.

"She hit my friend, here. Was just trying to teach her some manners."

The entirety of your group was now turned to face you, exchanging harsh whispers of your name followed by just leave it.

"You broke her nose!" The girl shrilled. You looked over her shoulder to the girl doubled over, clutching her bloody nose with an ensemble of people crowding around her.

"No, I think it just looks like that."

You grinned at the rage growing behind her eyes, your smile unfaltering even as her fist collided with your cheek.

"Harder." You shouted, rolling your neck from side to side.

"What?!"

"Come on, hit me harder. I know you got it in you." She didn't take much convincing; her next punch knocked you backwards onto the table as everyone rushed to tear the two of you apart.

You stepped forward to finally let her have it when a pair of strong hands pulled you back.

"Get off!" You shouted, kicking against who you assumed to be security throwing you out. You just hoped they weren't calling the cops, too.

"C'mon, doll. You've had enough fun for one night." A familiar Southern drawl cooed, dragging you out into the warm night. "Now, that wasn't very ladylike of you, darlin'."

He let you go from his grip and you turned to face him. To your surprise, you were met with the smirk of the younger Miller brother.

"Tommy." You breathed, "I didn't see you in there."

"Well, lucky I noticed you ain't it." He grinned.

Spending so much time at the Miller's had you well acquainted with Sarah's uncle Tommy. He'd seen you in much worse states than this, and in turn, so had you.

"Didn't need you to swoop in and save me, Tommy."

"Wasn't saving you, sweetheart. Was savin' that poor girl." You both smiled at the tone of pride in his voice.

"You got somewhere to go, trouble? Don't think you should be hangin' round here for too long."

"Can't exactly go home bleeding from my face." You sighed, realising you probably hadn't thought this through. You missed Sarah.

Tommy fished around in his pocket for his phone before raising it to his ear.

"Hey, big brother." Your stomach flipped. "No, no- it's not me. Joel, listen." You could almost hear Joel on the other end of the phone, witnessing it in person more times than you could count. It's not even ten o'clock yet, don't tell me you're locked up already.

"Our favourite little troublemaker needs a place to crash tonight. I'd drive her over but I've already had my fair share of beers. Okay, great. I'll tell her."

Once he'd hung up, Tommy told you that Joel was on his way to come and pick you up. You could feel your heartbeat in your stomach. You'd never been alone with Joel for longer than a couple of hours at most, let alone spending the night at his while Sarah was out of town. Something inside of you twitched in excitement, a warm rush settling deep in your belly.

You told Tommy to go back into the bar, that Joel wouldn't be long and you'd walk down the street to meet him in case those girls came out looking for another round.

As you made your way underneath the streetlights toward the direction of the Miller's house, you pulled your compact from your bag and touched up your make-up, re-curling your lashes and dousing a thick layer of clear lipgloss onto your lips, not bothering to tend to any of the blood trickling down your skin. You spritzed yourself with perfume and ran a brush through your hair, smiling at the thought of Joel seeing you waiting on the curbside for him.

Right on cue, his truck pulled around the corner. You raised your hand and wiggled your fingers, a small smirk spreading across your cheeks.

You were grateful for your earlier decision to wear your knee-high boots with a denim mini-skirt, adding a little extra sway to your hips as you made your way to the passenger side of Joel's truck. You climbed in and turned to face him, flashing him a toothy grin, well aware of the blood staining your teeth.

"You're a damn mess, princess." Something deep inside of you came to life at his words, causing you to visibly clench your exposed thighs together. "S'there I was, thinking to myself how thankful I am for a peaceful night after workin' lates all week. When my phone rings, just as I'd sat down and made myself comfortable."

"Peace is overrated." You replied.

"So, what did you do this time? Steal another cop car? Break into a hotel pool? Make out with someone's husband?"

You played with the hem of your skirt as he spoke, blushing as he listed a few of your past activities he'd either bailed you out of or heard about from Sarah.

"I didn't start this one." You said, a slight whine in your voice. "Someone hit my friend, I was just looking out for her."

"Your friend can't fight her own battles?"

"You never have a problem when it's Sarah I'm throwing punches for."

He scoffed. "Now, you know I've always taught her to never start a fight but always to finish one. You on the other hand, I don't think nobody's taught you anythin' of the sort."

"And are you gonna be the one to do that, Mr Miller?" You mimicked his Texan accent, which was much thicker than yours, and parted your legs in your seat ever so slightly.

"If I didn't know you better, darlin', I'd think you were tryin' to get me in some sort of trouble."

He pulled into the driveway and switched the ignition off before jogging to your side of the truck and holding the door open for you, as well as offering you an outstretched hand.

"Always such a gentleman." You smiled, looking at him through your eyelashes as you stepped out, hand in his.

He exhaled out of his nose, shaking his head softly as he slammed the door shut behind you. His hand moved to the small of your back, guiding you into the house.

"Sarah's bed is all made up, I'm sure you know where her clothes are f'you wanna change into something more... comfortable." His eyes trailed down your figure, your clothes hugging all the right places.

"Do you not like my outfit?" You pouted, holding your hands behind your back and sticking your chest out, swaying from side to side.

"Course not, y'look real pretty. Just thought you'd wanna watch TV before going to sleep is all." Joel brought a hand to the back of his head, rubbing his neck nervously as his eyes shifted to the floor.

For such a handsome man, he was so damn insecure. Maybe it was the gentleman in him, thinking that it was wrong for someone his age to want someone the same age as his daughter. He knew you didn't think like that, Sarah had told him multiple stories about the older men you'd hooked with at the bar.

He'd even caught you making out with a kid from your school's dad a few years ago when he'd come to pick you and Sarah up from a party. Joel had seemingly known the man, and you remembered how he'd stalked out of his truck and toward you both, grabbing him by the scruff of the neck and warning him that his wife wasn't going to like hearing about this.

So, you kicked off your boots and took yourself upstairs into Sarah's bedroom. Not bothering to close the blinds, you peeled your clothes off and looked at yourself in the full length mirror.

The warmth of your earlier drinks still coated your inhibitions. You knew you looked good in your black lace set, breasts sat perkily on your chest and your ass cheeks the perfect handfuls.

Fuck it. If he wasn't going to be ballsy enough to make the first move, maybe you should.

You kissed the tips of your fingers and pressed them against a framed photo of you and Sarah giggling at whatever was going on behind the camera.

"Sorry, Sarah." You whispered, before making your way down the stairs.

Joel heard you coming but was too preoccupied fighting with the TV remote control to turn around and face you just yet.

"If I can get this damn thing to work I think they're showin' Scarface at ten, I know you said you ain't seen it so thought we could watch it."

"Sounds good," you spoke, your voice more honeyed than usual. "Hey, Joel. Do you think this will be comfy enough?"

He whipped his head around quickly, ready to give you the same kind of answer he did whenever Sarah asked for his opinion in a changing room. It took a second for him to register what he was looking at, but when it clicked he dropped the remote to the floor and turned his whole body to face you.

"What the hell," his face turned bright red, unsure what to do with his hands. You could give him a few ideas.

"You not like it?" You asked, voice low as you walked slowly in his direction.

His trousers began to tighten around his hardening cock and you smiled, glad that you were indeed on the same page.

"Course I- I, what the hell are you playin' at?"

"Come on, Joel. I gotta make up for interrupting your peaceful night somehow."

You closed the gap between you both and placed a hand delicately on his chest, tracing circles with the tip of your long, manicured nails.

Joel swallowed hard.

"This ain't right." He said weakly, his eyes betraying his words as they devoured the sight of your body before him.

"Cut the shit, Joel. I know you want me, and I want you."

He didn't answer, but instead threw you over his shoulder and carried you up to his bedroom, placing a couple of firm smacks on your ass as you wriggle against his strong grip. Your stomach did backflips, exhilarated at the prospect of what was about to happen.

Upon entering his room, he threw you roughly onto the bed and worked at undoing his belt as you scrambled onto your back, resting on your elbows.

"Y'know what I really thought when Tommy called, tellin' me I needed to come pick you up?" He said, although it didn't sound much like a question. "I thought, this dumb slut needs some sense fucking into her."

You moaned at his words, basking in the side of him that you knew always existed.

“Thought t’myself, she needs teachin’ some fuckin' manners f’once.”

Joel stalked around the side of the bed and sat and patted his lap. Wordlessly, you shifted your weight next to him and dangled your legs over the side of the bed.

He brought his right hand in between your thighs, making you shiver at the feeling of his coarse fingers grazing your skin. He ran his fingers up and down the length of your thigh, each time stopping short of the hem of your skirt.

"This is what you want, ain't it sweetheart?" He spoke lowly, voice gravelly and as rough as his touch. Each night spent tangled and alone in your sheets, fingers grazing your soaked folds with his name on your lips felt redundant. Nothing could come close to the feel of his skin on yours.

Pulling you from your trance, he slapped your inner thigh hard when you didn't respond. "Need t'hear you say it."

"Yes,' you moan through gritted teeth, surprised you can even find your voice. "This is what I need."

Sick of his incessant teasing, you clamber onto his lap and hook your fingers around the back of his neck.

"But I think you need this just as much, Mr Miller. You must get so lonely in this house all by yourself. Sarah always tells me how you never have any lady friends hanging around."

You straddle his lap and grip his neck for support, softly grinding yourself on the hardness of his lap. He moves a hand from your waist to roughly seize your chin, tipping your face down to meet his gaze.

"Your old man must've forgot to teach you some manners, little girl." His low voice tore through your body.

Joel hoists your skirt up to your waist and flips you underneath him in one swift motion. His body looms over yours, fingers trailing a rough and jagged line down to where you need him most. He moved at an antagonising slow pace, but you can't bring yourself to give into his little game by begging for more.

"Here's what we're gonna do, darlin'. You're gonna be a good girl f'me and tell daddy exactly what happened tonight." The mouth on him.

The way your body writhed and squirmed at his words didn't go unnoticed. With no warning, he plunged two thick digits inside of you and held them deep in place, his face inches away from yours.

"N'if you stutter, or lie, or say anythin' I don't like for that matter, you'll be over my knee, red-raw," his fingers curl inside of you and you bite back a moan, desperate to not let him have the upper hand.

"No matter how much you cry those pretty little eyes out, I won't quit 'til you've learnt somethin'. Understood?"

You suck a breath in through your nose, a sharp sting reminding you of the open wound still decorating your face.

"Yes, sir."

part 2 coming soon

taglist: @cool-iguana @nostalxgic @chaotic-mystery @beardedjoel

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

02/24/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Cast&CrewSightings; Samba BTS; David Jenkins; Rhys Darby; Damien Gerard; Guz Khan!; SaveOFMD Crew Billboard; AdoptOurCrew Saturday Sillies; Making A Difference; Articles; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Tonight's Taika;

Been a long Saturday yall. Hope you enjoyed the BTS and general clown/honking going around!

== Cast & Crew Sightings ==

= Samba Schutte Feat. David Jenkins! =

Samba's back with more BTS for us today!

This time the Crew Shoutout is for Chaos Dad himself: David Jenkins! So good to see Chaos dad having such a great time BTS. We love you David!

Videos on Tumblr:

Video 1

Video 2

Video 3

= Rhys Darby =

Rhys decided to take it up a notch today on his Tiktok/Instagram and tell... someone they've created a monster. Who might that be?

== Damien Gerard ==

Our crew-mate @patchworkpiratebear got a Cameo from our lovely Father-Teach, Damien Gerard! There's a bit of a story behind it, see below! Cameo link

== Guz Khan! ==

Hey! It's been a hot minute since we've seen our friend Guz Khan-- and now he's showed up on a cat! Good to see you sir!

== Save OFMD Crew ==

There have been questions raised about the billboard that the SaveOFMD Crew have been posting teasers for on their socials. The Crew had a meeting today wherein they discussed the concerns of the fandom, and have taken that feedback to heart. They are currently working on a clear information packet regarding the logistics of the current billboard efforts. They have kindly asked for your patience while they finish putting those last touches together!

== @adoptourcrew Saturday Sillies! ==

Our friends over at @adoptourcrew were kind enough to set up a new Saturday Sillies this week! This time they made custom OFMD Wordles! There were WAY too many images to include in the recap, so if you'd like to check them out, please visit the tumblr post below!

Wanna play? You can visit a tumblr post here

== Making a Difference! ==

Thank you to everyone who contributed to, or shared the fundraiser for Trans Pride Brighton! They've finally met their goal and can stay open another year! You made a serious difference in the lives of trans and non-binary folk in that community!

== Articles ==

Deze HBO-serie is gecanceld, maar had een 95% op Rotten Tomatoes

Schwule Romanze zwischen Piratenkapitänen

== Love Notes ==

Hey lovelies. I hope you had a fun Saturday/Sunday wherever you are. I know some of you are already closing out the weekend. We made it through another day-- and there's all sorts of action going on across all the platforms. I hope you got a chance to have fun, but also to rest. I know you know this, but even though I do too I often forget it. Rest is so very important. It's so easy to burn out, especially when we're constantly exposed to so much online. I think to myself "oh it's fine I'll just get a few more things done" and then it's suddenly 3 hours later and I've had only 4 hrs sleep in the last 30. Please please please give yourself self care today. Go brush your teeth, or take a shower. If you feel like you can do more, brush your hair, or make yourself a nice cup of tea. Do something for you that makes you relax and feel rested. On your last day of the weekend, make sure to take a few moments to yourself and just remember how awesome you are. You may not feel like it sometimes, but I can tell you now you truly are Awe-some. You bring so much life and love to this world and you deserve all beautiful things you want. Anyway, I'm very sleepy and I'm rambling again (what's new). Sleep well and enjoy your day lovelies, see you tomorrow.

== Daily Darby / Today's Taika ==

I'm being lazy tonight again yall. Just two goofy gifs that caught my eye, sorry I am running on fumes. Tomorrow I'll try to find some themed ones for ya <3

Rhys Gif: Courtesy of @fandomsmeantheworldtome

Taika Gif: ohnotheydidnt.livejournal

[lunar-years]

In honor if it being Jamie's birthday, what kind of antics do you think the ot3 gets up to for his birthday?

Roy stays home in the morning instead of going to the club early like he usually does so that they can all wake up together!! they don't have a ton of time before they all have to be at work though so he lets Keeley take care of Jamie whilst he makes them all breakfast and then brings it to them in bed ☺️

At training Roy is a complete menace just because it's funny. Like he totally butters up the team under false pretenses because he comes in in a rare great mood and is all like "you guys know what today is?" and everybody is like "Jamie's birthday!" and Jamie is all smirky and Roy is weirdly soft and smiley like 🥰 yeah, it is 🥰. So the team is thinking wow this is going to be such a fun day Coach has never seemed happier?! and THEN roy is like "So in honor of Tartt surviving another year we're going to [insert some sadistic insane football drill or running endless suicides etc etc]" Everyone's jaws drop. Jamie finds this all very amusing though so he's just like, you got it Coach 🫡 and leads the way on drills. Lol

Keeley sends him endless gifs and memes throughout the day including various cute animals in birthday party hats

Jamie definitely loves to be super social on his birthday and be surrounded by all his friends and broadcast it all on social media to his many fans. like he would LOVE a surprise party etc. I think the coaches would arrange for a cake in the dressing room after training to kick off the celebrations and Jamie would be posting it alllll over his instagram stories. He also goes out with the lads for drinks and a bit of birthday partying afterwards.

Roy and Keeley want to let him have his own time with his friends so they don't go to all that, but when Jamie gets home they shower him with gifts (throwback to Roy walking into Sexy Christmas with an armful of Versace bags for Keeley on the show lmao. that man spares no expense when it comes to spoiling his loves). The save the most meaningful one for last which is the surprise that Keeley took the next day off work and Roy arranged for Simon and Georgie to drive up for the weekend, and they've got a whole quiet day planned to spend time together, followed by Simon and Georgie attending the weekend match.

lots of sex

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Little Beth is such a joy! Everyone in the house wants to always be around her, Angie and some other older women at church were joking that she's going to have quite the difficulty when it's courting time, she's got (atleast) 8 very protective older brothers! After we got home from Newcrest, the boys took turns being under the weather, so we kept them away until they felt better so we didn't have to deal with a sick baby. As the weather gets colder we're going to be seeing more and more sicknesses doing the rounds, since a lot of our congregation travelled to their families for the holiday period there's always someone who gets awfully sick.

Thankfully I've got my recipe for chicken & dumplings and chilli on demand, they're what the boys ask for when they're not feeling too good, the food warms them from the inside out. I make large servings of both dishes so that I'm not cooking a whole new meal from scratch by the morning. I'm used to making enough servings for 15+ people, so we're constantly flowing with an abundance of leftovers, which is amazing for when guests drop by unexpectedly. Being able to show hospitality is one of the things that my mother impressed on us was our duty to excel at as wives and mothers, we show the goodness of God when we extend an invitation to others to sit and fellowship.

The boys are absolutely in love with their little sister! It seems they all grew overnight when we brought her home, they finish their chores faster, finish their homework faster, and have upped their handwashing rate by a tonne (which I'm eternally thankful for!) The little boys have been practicing being gentle when holding her, and they only hold her with either Mason or I there. Little Titus calls her his baby, which makes this mama's heart glad that he's not so burned at having his spot as the youngest being taken. I've been spending more time with him and the twins as they've adjusted to having another baby in the house, and thankfully they've done so well.

Little Beth is hitting so many milestones! She's quite stubborn and doesn't want to start, but as soon as we get her on the floor and try and get her waving, or even crawling, she puts her heart and soul into it. The boys love cheering her on, and she loves the attention so she pushes until she's overstimulated. Her stubbornness means she fights sleep because there's so much happening in the house, so nap times have to be enforced or else she'd never get any sleep and would be an overstimulated mess.

Molly, Mason's sister, is in her second trimester of her first pregnancy and is absolutely glowing! She's been in the throes of morning sickness since she announced to us at easter, and she's only just recently began feeling better. She and Elijah have completed their move to Newcrest, now they live around 20 minutes from us. Her belly is so wonderfully small, we laugh that she hasn't popped yet so she hasn't had to go shopping for a whole new maternity wardrobe. Angie and I, along with some ladies from church planned a gender reveal/baby shower for Molly as the first event to celebrate them moving to Newcrest.

(AN: There's a video but is absolutely refused to load and the gif drove the quality into the toilet - that may be a post on its own tomorrow, for now there's a screenshot form the video)

And it's a boy! The boys were so happy to get another boy in the family. Molly and Elijah haven't picked out a name yet, so they've got more work ahead of them before the little mister makes his appearance.

Angie was ecstatic getting to plan this gender reveal, we only had one when we were expecting Noah before choosing to not find out anymore with the subsequent pregnancies. She and Aaron have such a love for children that even with 9 grandchildren, they're over the moon everytime they're told that there's another one coming. Aaron pastors our congregation, and many families have adopted him and Angie as their grandparents, so they have many 'grandchildren' that they're nurturing and helping to grow in the Lord.

[kelyon]

Im not watching the Last of Us cause I don’t have HBO, but I’m seeing the gifs you post. Can you tell me the story about the two gay men?

Ah, Bill and Frank, my angels!

So the main story of The Last of Us is a cross-country road trip through a world devastated by zombies a fungal infection. The actual protagonists of the show, Joel and Ellie, are barely in this episode at all. It's just a short film about two men loving each other.

Spoilers under the cut.

When the world ends in 2003, everyone in Bill's town is rounded up and sent to a Quarantine Zone (or shot because dead people can't spread an infection.) Bill, however, is a doomsday prepper "survivalist," who is not going to follow the orders of the "new world order jackboot fucks." He hides undetected in his bunker, and emerges into an abandoned town that is pretty much his kingdom.

For years, Bill lives it up alone. He makes a point early on to raid gas stations and the Home Depot for supplies. He sets up defenses--tripwires and electrified fences and traps to keep out zombies and humans. He grows his own food and eats rabbit in wine sauce. You get the sense that this is the life he's been waiting for.

(It's worth noting that Bill is played by Nick Offerman, so there's a lot of Ron Swanson energy in this scenario.)

Four years after Outbreak Day, Bill hears an alarm from one of his traps. There's a man caught in a pit. He's a refugee from one of the Quarantine Zones. He's alone, unarmed, and starving. Bill is not normally a person who would help others (obviously) but there's something about this guy, this Frank. So Bill offers him lunch.

The bulk of the courtship happens during and after this lunch. There are too many beautiful, tiny details to mention. Nick Offerman deserves a fucking EGOT for this role. (You heard me right, he deserves an Oscar, a Grammy, and a Tony award for a single episode of TV.) He is so scared and unsure and wanting. And Frank is so gentle and tender with Bill's feelings. Like, they share each other. And they know each other. And it's so beautiful.

It's also super meaningful in terms of queer representation to have an intimate scene between two older men. Their bodies are not pretty. These are hairy, middle-aged men, in a world where showers are pretty rare. But in their love they are absolutely beautiful.

And they spend the rest of their lives together. They argue, they make friends, they plant strawberries, they save each other's lives from invading hordes. They grow old. At some point, Frank succumbs to a disease that leaves him confined to a wheelchair, and Bill takes care of him. Bill has always taken care of Frank. He tells him, "You were my purpose."

In the end, Frank decides that he wants to have one last perfect day before he ends his life. He tells Bill what they're going to do. They're going to get dressed up, they're going to walk through the town they made, the home they built together. They're going to get married. (Remember this is functionally in 2003. Gay marriage wasn't a thing anywhere in the US.) Bill's going to make dinner, and put some pills in Frank's wine. He will fall asleep in Bill's arms for the last time.

Bill goes along with this, except for the end. In the end, he takes the same pills he gives Frank. He tells him that he is satisfied with his life, that he doesn't need any more than what they've had together. "This isn't the tragic suicide at the end of the play."

They got to grow old together. They got to decide the time and nature of their deaths. In a world starving for joy, they got to have all of it. They had art and beauty and love and peace. They had everything. Because they had each other.

[soundsfaebutokay]

Your TAD meta tag is absolutely saving my musically illiterate, bad audio processing brain. I adore ruin (and all of TAD, tbh) but often I hear a song and I'm like: this speaks to me but why or I get this verse but I don't know what the rest means in context. And I go to Tumblr for help and most of the best 'oh, that makes sense now' posts are either yours, or ones you've reblogged/added to. So bless you bc otherwise I'd spend 6 months trying to sort it all out.

AAHHH you are so sweet. Listening to The Amazing Devil hits me hard in a must MAKE something, where do I put all these FEELINGS kinda way, but since I can't fic or gif or art, I mostly end up writing pages and pages in my journal or blabbing to myself in the shower about it. Ruin is the first album they've released since I made a tumblr, so now I get to inflict some of those journal pages and shower speeches to the world. I'm really happy to be one of many who are doing that here. It's so much fun to have no chill in company. This fandom is awesome.

But hey—you're definitely not alone. There are some songs that I can't parse enough to explain in words. Like @after-the-end-times said in this post, it almost doesn't matter—they go right to the center of you anyway. And when that happens we can only flail and yell about it to each other. I'm glad to be Going Through It with you. 💕

[cynicallystiles]

Marry You

Disclaimer: Gif originally posted by me.

Author: @cynicallystiles

Request: @laurs-x :  Request for Tom Holland x Reader where they go to visit Tom’s family and reader just kinda falls in love with all of them as a family and in the middle of that night reader asks Tom to sneak off to the court house/chapel to get married and they do and it’s just v sweet and romantic?? love you babeeee 💗

Warning: SO MUCH FUCKING FLUFF.

Notes: I LOVE YOU, TOO! So, I changed just a little thing at the end. But, I got SO SOFT writing this. So, thanks for making me channel those fuzzy feelings. Comment or reblog if you enjoy! I love writing Tom fluff.

Pairing: Tom Holland x GenderNeutral!Reader

Abbreviations: y/n=your name, y/m/n=your middle name, and y/l/n=your last name

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You clutched the armrest on the plane for dear life as you just so happened to hit a patch of bumpy air. Your white-knuckled grasp along with your shallow breathing drew the attention of the man you loved most in the world.

"Relax, darling. It's just a spot of turbulence. Nothing to fret," he soothes you in that oh-so-charming accent.

You smiled anxiously at him as he placed his hand atop yours and rubbed circles along your knuckles with the pad of his thumb. If only he knew the real reason you were scared to death right now. You were on a plane headed across the Atlantic to meet his family for the first time.

He'd already met yours long ago during the early stages of the relationship. It was a rather lackluster affair as you only had your dad and his wife, plus the two little balls of energy you called your step-sisters. Though you were well into your 3rd year of being together, you were still terrified of meeting his family.

Thus, your death grip on the poor armrest. As if sensing the elevation of your unease, he turned in his seat toward you. "What is it, love?"

"Imaybesortascaredtomeetyourfamily," you mumbled out low and quick. A tiny bit of relief swelled in you from just saying it out loud. But, your beloved hadn't quite heard you.

He leans closer with a chuckle as he asks you to repeat it. "I'm sorry, I couldn't make that out. You're speaking too low, darling."

Rolling your eyes and giving a sigh of resignation, you repeat it slightly loud enough for him to hear. Although you said it at the same pace as before, "IMAYBESORTASCAREDTOMEETYOURFAMILY! Okay?"

Your cheeks flushed with the color of embarrassment that you were this nervous. But he simply leaned over and kissed your temple, putting your nerves at ease.

"There's nothing to be scared of, y/n. I've told them loads about you and they love you already," he says reassuringly.

You scrunch your nose at him. "What if I don't live up to the hype?"

"Just trust me. I love you so so much. They have to love you, too," he whispers adoringly in your ear. You smile and rest your head on his shoulder as you release your grip on the seat and replace it with his hand.

Just like that, all the tension had left your body. You were no longer filled with anxiety, but with anticipation and excitement of meeting the love of your life's family for the first time.

Time flew by and before you knew it, you found yourself outside of the Holland household. Tom moves to ascend the steps but stops, noticing that you aren't right behind him.

"We talked about this, love," he reminded you.

You roll your shoulders as you take a deep breath. "What? Yeah. No, I know. I'm just-I just need a second to remember all the names," you admitted with your brows furrowed in concentration.

He rolls his eyes as he comes back down the few steps he's taken and grabs you by the hand to pull you along. "I will introduce you first, y/n. It's not a test," he assures you once again through a chuckle.

"Yeah. Okay. No. Yeah, I can do this. I've got this. It's just the names of my future family right? They're not gonna be offended if I mess it up the first twenty times..." you continue to mumble to yourself as Tom has already opened up the front door and led you inside.

You're still repeating the names and trying to attach them to faces you've seen in pictures when he stops and you stumble into his back. You peek out from over his shoulder and see the whole gang except for his mom standing around the dining table.

"What's going on?" You whisper.

He leans his head slightly toward you as he whispers back, "I haven't the faintest idea." You saw his mouth twitch up ever-so-slightly, and you knew he was fibbing.

"For an actor, you're not very good at keeping secrets," you say as you step out from behind him.

He clutches his heart and feigns a hurt expression. "Darling, your roasting hurts," he says over-dramatically.

"There's a reason Marvel doesn't give you scripts! I mean you just posted the title for Spider-Man 2 on your Instagram and Twitter," you remind him with a giggle.

He shrugs before taking your bag and setting it down next to the stairs. Suddenly, his mother comes around the corner delicately balancing a tray on both of her arms. "Is that a cake? Tom, why does she have a cake?"

"Well..." he says taking you by the hand leading you closer to the table. "I told them that it was your birthday just last week and they wanted to throw you a little party."

You put one hand over your heart as you watch Nikki light the candles. "Aw, you guys didn't have to do all this," you say with your voice full of soft emotions.

His mother smiles brightly at you. "Nonsense! You're family! We celebrate every member’s birthday 'round here," she says in such a mother-like tone that your heart melts further.

After blowing out the candles and everyone having a slice, you slowly mingle with each other while eating more cake. You were talking with Nikki and Dominic while Tom had started to play-fight with his littlest brother Paddy.

You can't help but giggle as you watch him exaggeratedly fall to the ground in defeat. God, you loved him more than anything. Excusing yourself from the two, you head over to make introductions with his brothers.

Paddy was the easy one to get along with. "Just call me Pads like the rest of the family does. You're one of us now," he says with a goofy little grin.

You smiled brightly back at him. "Okay, Pads." You made a show of annunciating his name and he went back to the table for more cake. Turning to Tom, you open your mouth to say something when there's a loud stomp right next to you accompanied by a scream and hands on your shoulders.

You squeal in surprise and turn to see the twins doubled over laughing. "Oh, you guys are real clever," you say as you fall into the laughter with them.

Tom joins you with an arm around your waist and begins to make introductions. You cut him off quickly, wanting to prove that you could remember the difference. "Okay so...you," you say pointing to the one with the slightly darker and longer hair, "are Sam and that makes you Harry." You point at the other as you finish proudly.

The two share a silent glance with unreadable expressions. Your face falls as the first one speaks up. "Actually, I'm Harry and that's Sam," he says with a sigh.

Wide-eyed, you turn to Tom. Your expression falls into that of annoyance as you see him snickering. "Oh, you boys think you're so funny," you say as a mischievous smirk takes up residence on your lips. The two nod while holding back laughter.

"Well, Fred and George," you say menacingly as you slowly pick up your piece of cake in the palm of your hand. "Let's see if you think THIS is funny!"

You launch your cake filled hand at Sam. The cake and icing smush into his face so satisfyingly that you start to laugh uncontrollably. "Oh, they've started a war now!" He chuckles out.

You squeal as he runs to the table and grabs another fistful of cake and throws it at you. You deftly doge to the left, leaving the only thing in its path...Tom. You point and laugh as it explodes all over his throat and chin.

"You think that's funny, yeah?" He says with that smirk and you know you're in trouble. The whole dining room falls into chaos as cake is flying and landing every which way and soon you're all out of breath from laughing and yelling so loud.

The cake looks like it exploded from how many hands have just dug into it. You can't remember the last time you laughed or played that hard with family. After a long shower with Tom to scrub the cake off of each other, you settle into bed with his arms wrapped around you.

"So was it as scary as you thought?" He hums lowly into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

You shake your head as you bite your lip to contain your grin. "Not at all. In fact...I'm surprised by how much it felt," you pause, looking for the right words.

"Felt like what, darling?"

You smile softly. "How much it felt like home," you let out a short content laugh before continuing, "how much they felt like they were already family. I realized tonight that no matter where we travel...I'll always be home. You're my home, Tom."

"You're my home too, love," he reciprocates as he plants kisses in your hair.

You turn in his arms so that your noses are an inch apart and you’re staring right into his hazelnut eyes. “Let’s get married,” you whisper happily.

“That’s my line,” he says as he rubs his nose against yours. “I accept, nonetheless. We’ll go down to the jewelers once we get back to the states and pick you ou-“

You cut him off by quickly pressing your lips to his. After retracting, you speak again, “No. I don’t wanna until we’re back in the states!”

“Well, I suppose we could find a chapel sometime later this wee-“

“THOMAS STANLEY HOLLAND,” you say his full name to grab his attention.

He looks at you quizzically.

“I cannot spend another second not married to you,” you say as your smile grows wider.

His lips turn upward as well. “It’s the middle of the night, y/n. What do you propose we do? Where are you going?”

You’re already up and out of the bed slipping your shoes on with one hand and googling something on your phone with the other.

“Don’t just lay there! Put your shoes on and call Haz! We’re gonna need a witness...” you begin to mumble as you walk around his room for looking for something, not really knowing what.

He’s totally lost but follows your lead all the same. “Even if I get Haz, who’s gonna marry us at this hour?”

“Are your parents heavy sleepers?” He shakes his head and opens his mouth to speak but he’s cut off as you start yelling. “EVERYBODY WAKE UUUUPPPP!!!”

Tom can hear your yelling getting further away as you leave the room and run through the house. Sleepy and grumpy boys shuffle from their rooms rubbing their eyes. While Nikki and Dominic, look concerned as their door flings open.

“What’s going on? What’s happened??”

You turn around quickly to face them. “Tom and I are getting married tonight! And we want the two of you to marry us!” You announce.

Everyone’s faces fall into shocked expressions. Tom finally comes out of the room, phone pressed to his ear. Presumably, on the phone with Harrison.

“Give them whatever they want. We’re doing this thing,” he chuckles as he looks at you adoringly.

You beam proudly. “Okay so you two just click this button right here and you’ll be ordained to marry us!” You jump excitedly with the phone, making it hard for them to press.

It doesn’t take long for Harrison to drive over in his pajamas, still not believing Tom when he said he’s getting married by his parents at 1 in the morning. But, when he walks in and sees you all standing in the wedding positions in the living room he grins.

“So this is a real thing?” He claps Tom on the back as he stands next to his dad and mom. He simply nods, beaming with excitement.

You’re practically vibrating out of your pajamas, you’re so ecstatic. The extremely small ceremony begins and you blush the whole time, eyes never leaving Tom’s.

Finally, and mercifully, it was time for vows.

He looks surprised. “I have nothing prepared-“

“You always do best when you improvise,” you encourage him.

He smiles gratefully at you, seemingly knowing the exact words he’s gonna say now.

“Y/n...you have never once questioned or doubted my ability to do anything. And I mean, anything. Like even the things I was one hundred percent sure I couldn’t do. Just as you have absolute faith in me, I have absolute faith in you. I am one hundred percent sure that you are the only one for me. You accept and love me for who I am, and not what I am...”

You can’t help but tease him a little. “Frog and all,” you giggle. He rolls his eyes, chuckling.

“Frog and all...When I’m with you...we have crazy adventures with lots of laughs even in what seems like a boring situation. You are the only person I would ever want to get married to at 1 am in our pajamas in my living room because you are absolutely the only person I know that would roast me during our vows. I promise to always be your home, even when we aren’t together. I promise to love and support you as you do me. Forever.”

He smiles softly at you. You sniffle, not being able to contain the pure happiness you felt when he said those things. “Don’t cry, love. You’re gonna make me do it, too,” he warns.

You take a deep breath, composing yourself in order to be able to speak.

“Tom...I have never once questioned or doubted you because you have never once proven me wrong about how amazing and wonderful you are. You do those things that you’re one hundred percent sure you can’t and you show me that the impossible is possible. I’ve never met anyone as kind or as understanding as you...”

Your lip quivers and you take a breath again.

“Even though we have crazy adventures and lots have laughs...you don’t stop loving me when I have bad days. The days that I can’t see anything but gray, you sit with me in silence until I can see the colors again. You are the only person who would let me roast them during our vows and yet love me more for it. Your promise is already kept because you are my love, my heart, and my home. I promise to be yours as well. And I promise to love and support you as you do me. Always.”

He reaches over to swipe a tear off of your cheek with his thumb and you do the same to him. You both lean into the other’s hand as they continue, noticing how misty-eyed everyone else has become.

“Do you, Thomas Stanley Holland, take y/n y/m/n y/l/n to be your partner and companion, as long as you both shall live?” Nikki asks trying to keep her voice from faltering.

“Oh, absolutely. I do.” He chuckles.

You begin jumping a bit in your spot, the anticipation killing you.

“Do you, y/n y/m/n y/l/n, take Thomas Stanley Holland to be your partner and companion, as long as you both shall live?” Dominic asks you, having the same quiver in his voice as Nikki.

“Forget as long as we live! You can’t get rid of me that easy, Holland. If I die first, I’m haunting you, and I expect you to do the same!” You chuckle.

Dominic clears his throat a little.“Oh! Yes. I do, I do, I do, I FRICKING do!”

Speaking in harmony his parents close the ceremony. “You may now kis-“

Like supercharged magnets, Tom’s hand finds the back of your neck to connect you to his lips in the softest yet most passionate kiss the two of you had ever shared. Your family claps and cheers in the background as he dips you, kissing you deeper.

“To think...you were scared of meeting my family, y/n,” he says as he looks deeply into your eyes after lifting you up.

You shrug, the giddiness on your face evident. “You’re the one that told me I had nothing to fret. They’re our family now,” you say with a happy sigh.

He rests his forehead against yours as the two of you fall into a fit of giggles.

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[ivyquinzel]

(1) Do You Sleep With Your Closet Doors Open Or Closed?

I broke my closet doors, so open

(2) Do You Have Freckles?

I don't think so

(3) Can You Whistle?

Not even a little bit

(4) Last Song You Listened To.

Renegade by Styx

(5) What Is Your Favourite Colour?

Green

(6) Relationship Status.

Single

(7) What Is The Temperature Right Now?

Too fucking hot

(8) Did You Wake Up Cranky?

I woke up, couldn't see for a bit bc iron deficiency, and walked into a corner until I gave up trying to get out of it and sat down until I regained vision and was no longer dizzy. So no, but I did wake up dumb as shit.

(9) How Many Followers?

Idk, a little over 900

(10) Zodiac Sign.

Libra

(11) What Is Your Eye Colour?

Changes between more green, more hazel, more brown, and sometimes more blue. But in general, all of them

(12) Take A Vitamin Daily?

Anxiety medication and I should be taking iron but I don't

(13) Do You Sing In The Shower?

No, I have imaginary conversations or actual conversations (texting) in the shower

(14) What Books Are You Reading?

Dark Tower series by Stephen King

(15) Grab The Book Nearest To You, Turn To Page 64, Give Me Line 14.

My books are all in boxes for moving (I have 10 boxes full of books excluding my encyclopedias) so no.

(16) Favourite Anime?

No idea, ask @crazyawkwardteenageotter or @kingjames7th for me, they're the reason I know anything about anime

(17) Last Person You Cried In Front Of?

Other than my books for being fucking sad, no idea

(18) Do You Collect Anything?

SHINY THINGS

(19) What Did You Have For Lunch?

Lasagna

(20) Do You Dance In The Car?

How does one go about doing such a thing?

(21) Favourite Animal?

Rat

(22) Do You Watch The Olympics?

In Assassin's Creed Odyssey I won the Olympics, that's the closest I've ever been to watching them

(23) What Time Do You Usually Go To Bed?

Between midnight and five am

(24) Are You Wearing Makeup Right Now?

No

(25) Do You Prefer To Swim In A Pool Or The Ocean?

Pool, salt is itchy

(26) Favourite Tumblr Blog?

Depends on my mood I guess

(27) Bottled Water Or Tap Water?

I couldn't care less

(28) What Makes You Happy?

Fictional Characters and my friends being happy

(29) Post A Gif Of What You’re Currently Feeling Right Now.

I have no idea what my emotions are right now, don't ask me to find a gif on them

(30) Do You Study Better With Or Without Music?

It depends on whether I'm currently unable to focus without music or unable to focus with music

(31) Dogs Or Cats?

Cats

(32) If You Were A Crayon What Colour Would You Be?

Black, like my goddamn soul

(33) PlayStation Or Xbox.

Xbox

(34) Would You Swim In The Lake Or Ocean?

Lakes generally aren't as itchy, but in my expirence they're more likely to have alligators or venomous snakes so I'm gonna have to got with oceans

(35) Do You Believe In Magic?

I have genuinely no idea

(36) What Colour Shirt Are You Wearing?

Black with the Danger Days album cover colours

(37) Can You Curl Your Tongue?

Yep

(38) Do You Save Money Or Spend It?

Spend it

(39) Is There Anything Pink Within 10 Feet Of You?

Pink paint with my paints on my desk

(40) Do You Have Any Obsessions Right Now?

Gravity Falls, Killjoys, MCR, and Supernatural

(41) Have You Ever Caught A Butterfly?

No, but they've landed on me

(42) Are You Easily Influenced By Other People?

I don't know, I copy their mannerisms and speech if I'm around them long enough, including fictional

(43) Do You Have Strange Dreams?

I don't dream alot but when I do they're really fucking weird dreams

(44) Do You Like Going On Airplanes?

Yes, absolutely, I do it multiple times a year and they're nice. Good food, surprisingly

(45) Name One Movie That Made You Cry.

What about a TV Show? Because Supernatural.

(46) Peanuts Or Sunflower Seeds?

Neither.

(47) If I Handed You A Concert Ticket Right Now, Who Would You Want The Performer To Be?

My Chemical Romance, with Pennywise coming in second.

(48) Are You A Picky Eater?

I'm incredibly sensitive to textures so yeah

(49) Are You A Heavy Sleeper?

I don't know

(50) Do You Fear Thunder / Lightning?

Not enough, I'll go outside in rain with lightning because I like rain while everyone tells me I'm going to get struck by lightning

(51) Do You Like To Read / Write?

Yes

(52) Do You Like Your Music Loud?

Absolutely, my phone thinks I'm over 60 bc it was the only way to make it louder

(53) Would You Rather Carve Pumpkins Or Wrap Presents?

I don't know. Pumpkins are fun for stabby stabby, presents are good for presise moods

(54) Put Your Music On Shuffle, What Is The First Song That Came Up?

Land of the Free?

(55) What Season Are You In Right Now? (Weather)

It's Florida. Our seasons are hot, hot, lovebug season and slightly less hot. Right now it's hot.

(56) What Are You Craving Right Now?

More lasagna

(57) Post A Screenshot Of Your Tumblr Feed. I'll put it at the end

(58) What Is Your Gender?

Trans boy

(59) Coffee Or Tea?

Neither

(60) Do You Have Any Homework Right Now? If So, What Is It About?

Probably, but I decided to take a long weekend. My teachers are not aware of this.

(61) What Is Your Sexuality?

Bi

(62) Do You Make Your Bed In The Morning?

I carry my blanket around half the day so I can be cozy. It's a weighted blanket so it's kinda inconvenient, but I make it work.

(63) Favourite Pokemon?

The little fire lizard dude is rad

(64) Favourite Social Media?

Tumblr

(65) What’s Your Opinion On Instagram Stories?

Idk, they're cool ig. Good place to find random memes or fanarts

(66) Do You Get Homesick?

I get Oregon sick, I lived there as I child does that count?

(67) Are You A Virgin?

I sure hope so

(68) What Shampoo And Conditioner Are You Using Right Now?

Idk, some colour safe shit

(69) If You Were Far From Home And Needed To Sleep For The Night, Would You Choose To Rent A Crappy Motel Room For $60 Or Sleep In Your Car For Free?

Sleep in my car

(70) Are Both Of Your Blood Parents Still In Your Life?

Yeah and I kinda wish my dad wasn't. I'm pretty sure his lost of insults is aost entirely things he doesn't know I am. Gay, tranny, autistic, anti trump idiot, you get the idea

(71)  Whats The Next Movie You Want To See In Theaters?

Idk

(72) Do You Miss Your Ex?

I'm still friends with her

(73) What Is Your Favourite Quote Right Now? See previous ask, it's a gandalf quote.

(74)  What Eye Colour Do You Find Sexiest?

I like all eye colours, eyes are pretty

(75) Did You Like Swinging As A Child? Do You Still Get Excited When You See A Swing Set?

I still enjoy singing and do it pretty much once a day

(76) What Was The Last Thing You Ate?

Lasagna

(77) What Games Do You Have On Your Phone?

Smash hit and assassin's Creed identity

(78) Would You Give A Homeless Person CPR If They Were Dying? Why Or Why Not?

Yes?? What kind of question -

(79) Been On The Computer For 5 Hours Straight?

Not today but I have been

(80) Stalked Someone On A Social Network?

A couple people I used to know

(81) Do You Like Meeting New People?

No, they scare me

(82) Do You Wear Rings? If You Do, Take A Picture Of Them.

No

(83) Do You Sleep With Your Bedroom Door Open Or Closed?

Closed, I can't sleep with it open

(84) What Are Three Things You Did Today?

Eat, sleep, play with my cats

(85) What Do You Wear To Bed?

Jeans, sweatpants, shorts, t shirts, pretty much anything tbh

(86) List All Of Your Different Beauty Products You Have Right Now.

I have facewash, some random eyeliner, black lipstick and mascara, and in case you were wondering the facewash tastes bad. If it gets in your mouth while washing your face it's fine, but if you mistake it for lotion when you and your friend decide to drink lotion it does not taste good

(87) Are You A Day Or Night Person?

Night

(88) List All Of Your Video Games On Your Phone, Console Etc.

Most of the assassin's creed games, Minecraft, Forza and an old cod game

(89) Tell Me About A Dream That You Had And When It Happened.

I don't feel like it, I would have to go into a bunch of description and I'm tired

(90) Favourite Soda Drink?

Berry Fanta

(91) What Sounds Are Your Favourite?

Bubble Wrap and Cat Purrs

(92) Do You Wear Jeans Or Sweats More?

Jeans

(93) How Do You Look Right Now?

Like a gremlin with messy purple hair

(94) Name Something That Relaxes You.

Music

(95) What Tattoo Do You Want?

Dragon

(96) Favourite YouTuber?

... Does my chemical romance count?

Answer all the ask questions, coward

Well shit okay, I'll reblog it with the answers once I answer them all