#in a black shirt ooof

[carwens]

JUANKI

[whilstiveputdownthisfic]

Nick had reposted this to his own stories but here's the source

Thursday, May 2nd, 2024; as of 5:54 pm edt

[samuel-de-champagne-problems]

hi hi ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ☀︎︎

Can I request a lil ficlet please 🥹

I would like the following prompt: Cuddling before falling asleep in your arms with their lips parted so you give them a peck

But but can I add secret relationship trope and they’re in the BAU jet?

PS: your fics are just amazing and I love them.

Cuddles and Cameras - Spencer Reid x GN Reader (Fluff w Fade to Black)

Spencer practically dragged me across the threshold to the hotel room. His hand, ready to hold me, reached out into the dark hotel room. I flipped up the light and was pushed up against the wall before I could even kick off my shoes.

"Ooof! Spence!" I shouted, my voice soon muffled by Spencer's lips.

"Sorry, baby..." Kiss on the lips Kiss on bottom lip. Kiss on the top. Kiss on the lips. "I couldn't help myself. It's hard for me to have to stay on good behavior."

I chuckled, my hands reaching up to tug Spencer's hair. He smiled, letting me kiss his neck and down to his collarbone. I grinned as I kissed Spencer. His skin was practically shivering from holding himself back.

"Yeah? I didn't think that I was tempting."

Spencer rolled his eyes, his mouth hovering above my in an upturn smirk. His eyes danced with playfulness as he watched me.

"You have no idea how hard it's to keep us a secret." He whispers. I licked my lips and felt the ghost of Spencer's lips against mine. I was tired of clinging to this small, secret, hidden touches. I wanted him in daylight, not under the covers.

Spencer tugged down my windbreaker, leaving me in the stiff work clothes. "I am putting on PJs right away." I announced.

"It's fine, sweetheart. I wasn't planning on letting you be dressed for much longer."

"Sex then room service?"

Spencer knelt on the bad, grabbing me by the waist. He took my cheeks into his palms and brought me so close. His skin was fire against my cheeks. And then he kissed me.

Kissing Spencer was like breathing. I needed it like I needed water. I drank him in, reeling in the way his mouth molded to mine. Against me, Spencer was liquid heat, quick and malleable.

We stopped, Spencer catching his breath and me slowing the pounding of my heart.

"Perfect." I whispered, kissing Spencer again and pushing him down onto the bed. I wasn't sure if I took off his shirt first or if he took my off my pants. It didn't matter who peel away the first item of clothing, I had never bared my soul more than to anyone besides him. Never stood more naked than I did with my clothes on than I did with Spencer Reid.

After that night in the hotel it seemed like something between us shifted. For a while now, we danced in that limbo. I knew that I loved Spencer. And Spencer knew that he loved me. And we both knew what the other knew.

Yet, I had to contain myself as we sat next to each other on the jet. Spencer had already started and finished two books. I, on the other hand, did not finish anyway near two books. I couldn't even read a single sentence without my mind wondering.

And I knew Spencer well enough to understand that he probably felt similar. Two books in about 4 hours is akin to my measly half a paragraph in Spencer's eyes.

"They're sleeping." Spencer said. He didn't look up from his book. "Hotch is facing the same way as us. He can't see us. And even if he did....I don't care."

I don't care.

God. How I wished to have heard that for the last couple of months? Instantly, I folded myself into Spencer. He sat with his legs out stretched straight on the jet seats. I laid between his legs with my side cushioned against his front. Spencer laid the blanket on top of us and when his arms wrapped around my torso, I melted.

As good as he was a sex, Spencer was between during the moments after. He was incredibly sweet. We both hated the mess that came with it so nearly nine months into our relationship we had our after routine completely memorized.

"This is nice." Spencer whispered. He breathed my scent; between staying at each other's places a couple days a week each we started just use each other's products.

"It is."

He kissed the top of my head. "Go to sleep."

"You, too." I countered. "Don't let me make your leg numb." I requested, shifting so I wouldn't hurt him.

"It's fine, babe. Just move up, I want to be able to see your face anyway."

I scooted up, shifting so Spencer and I were face to face. We were so close that I could feel the shadow of his smile. I eclipsed it with my own. He kissed my forehead and I, in moment of sleepless delusion leaned further and kissed him. It wasn't a polite kiss. It was the sort of kiss that is hidden in hotel rooms, shelved away from nosy coworkers and professional regulations. It was the kind of kiss that made me see the world in full color.

How would I go back to black and white. If I had to choose, then I would choose Spencer, hidden, but in Technicolor.

We must've fallen asleep soon after because the next thing I remember was blinding white flash. My eyes were shut, but the flash of white was enough to pull me from a sleep. Spencer's arms didn't release me so he was still sleeping.

"Morgan...?" I croaked. The image before me cleared up. Derek Morgan's white smile beamed. He practically was flashing me and Spencer's cuddled forms his dazzling pearly whites.

"Penny G!" His voiced sounded positively delighted. I sat up and realized that the flash of white was an old crime scene camera. Why that was still included in our packs when the Bureau went digital two years go, was beyond my job role.

"Did you take a picture of us!?" I shrieked, breaking free of Spencer's grip and leaping from the seats. "Derek! Is that the picture! Derek!" Spencer must've woken up somewhere in between me screaming and shouting.

The rest of the team, notably our boss, Hotch's head snapped up.

"Morgan! Y/L/N!"

"It's okay." Spencer's hand rested on my shoulder.

We backed down, hearing the stunning level of "dad" in Hotch's voice. Morgan dropped the picture against my lap. It was one of the photographs that you could see the image almost right away. Slowly, an image of Spencer and I appeared, sleeping and intertwined. Our faces were so close that our lips nearly touched.

Emily and JJ exchanged glances that said more than words could ever. Morgan's eyes shifted from mine to Spencer's as he figured that this wasn't the first time we had feel asleep like this.

"You two. My office, but Monday. I'm too tired to deal with this, even though we all knew." Hotch explained. He shut his computer, decidedly finished with work for the day. His eyes closed as he got as comfortable as one could still wearing a suit and tie.

"Penelope is going to be heartbroken." JJ said, loud enough for the entire jet to hear. I felt my heart drop into the pit of my stomach. Spencer and I didn't similar like a weird notation. There wasn't a time in my life that felt more right and I felt more like myself than the time I've been with Spencer.

"JJ-" Spencer started. Derek's eyebrows narrowed and even Hotch opened a single eye. Emily practically backed away. Clearly the entire team was Team Us. Spencer's thumb brushed against my lower back.

"She's not gonna know whose side of the weeding ceremony to sit on."

[lulublack90]

Prompt 30 - Dress

@jegulus-microfic September 30, Word count 738

Regulus stood in front of the full-length mirror and stared at himself. His grey eyes were wide as he took everything in. He’d wanted to experiment with more feminine-styled clothing, but he hadn’t been expecting Sirius to put a black dress in his hands and tell him to go get changed, after the first time he mentioned it. 

The dress was simple, Sirius said it was a midi dress, but Regulus didn’t really understand what that meant. Sirius had also given him a silver-coloured slim belt to go around his waist in the shape of a snake. He loved it. The skirt swirled when he twisted his hips and fell back when he stopped. 

The door opened, and Sirius swept in, wearing a more revealing black dress to match. It was short in the front and long in the back, following him like a cloak. His tattoos stood out on his porcelain skin, and the light makeup made him look elegant yet totally capable of kicking your arse if you upset him. 

“Wow, Reggie, you look stunning,” Sirius beamed at him. “Twirl for me,” And Regulus did, his face blushing at Sirius’s compliment. 

“You look- I erm- I don’t know how to say—” Regulus stuttered. He was not one for giving compliments. “You look nice,” He winced. It wasn’t what he wanted to say, but it was all he could think of. Sirius’s smile got even bigger. Regulus found himself being squeezed in a hug. 

“Can I put some makeup on you?” Sirius asked, pulling away and scrutinising Regulus’s face. Regulus swallowed but nodded. He’d seen how good Sirius was with makeup. The girls regularly asked him to do theirs if they were going out somewhere special.

Sirius was just about done when the front door banged shut. 

“Hey Pads, you home?” James called into the flat. 

“Yeah, back here,” Sirius answered, his hand completely steady as he finished drawing the dark kohl across Regulus’s eyelids. James wandered in and whistled.

“Damn, Pads, looking good,” He said appreciatively. Sirius moved aside, revealing Regulus. James’s jaw dropped. 

“What do you think, Prongs?” Sirius asked. “I’m thinking that silver and emerald necklace Alphard gave me and those soft slouch boots to finish it off,” James didn’t answer. “Prongs you're drooling,” Sirius jabbed an elbow in his ribs. 

“Ooof! Sorry, Sirius, what did you say?” 

“Doesn’t matter, get in my room, I’ve laid out your clothes for tonight,” Sirius had to forcefully take James to his room and came back with the things he’d mentioned. 

Sirius clasped the necklace around Regulus’s neck and helped steady him as he stepped into the boots. “Perfect,” Sirius crooned and led Regulus out into the living room where James was already waiting. 

James was dressed in an emerald green shirt and black trousers. Regulus glowered at Sirius; he’d made them match. 

“I’m here, I’m here!” Remus gasped as he ran through the door. “Sorry, I got carried away reshelving the returned books,” He smiled ruefully at Sirius. “You look gorgeous by the way,” He grinned soppily at Sirius, making Sirius roll his eyes fondly. 

“Come on then, let's get you looking presentable. You two good to wait a few minutes?” Sirius asked as he led Remus to the bedroom.

“You look edible,” James said, biting his lower lips and raking his eyes over Regulus, taking him in, once Sirius and Remus were out of sight. Regulus laughed, embarrassed, and James took his chance and stole a kiss. Regulus swatted him away.

“Behave, or you’ll smudge my makeup, and Sirius will kill you,” He chastised, secretly loving how dark James’s eyes had gone. “You can smudge it all you like later,” He teased as he pressed a hand to James’s chest, rising up on his tiptoes to whisper in James’s ear. He nipped James’s earlobe and stood back but stayed close enough that James’s hand that had automatically found his waist stayed there. James let out a low moan. Just as he leant forward to steal a kiss, Sirius and Remus came back, Remus now dressed in jeans and a shirt, his cardigan looped over one arm and the other looped through Sirius's. 

“Let’s go!” Sirius said excitedly, and he swept from the flat with Remus at his side, leaving Regulus and James to follow. Regulus was nervous, but he knew that as long as he stayed with his boyfriend and his brother he’d be fine. 

[slicesofapple]

"Spend tomorrow night with me,” says Hawks quietly. He’s dressed now, and ready to leave.

Dabi stops pulling on his own shirt. He stares at Hawks for a long time.

“Christmas Eve?” he finally says, with incredulity. When Hawks doesn’t answer, doesn’t even look at him, he adds, “You care about that shit?”

“I just wanted,” mumbles Hawks under his breath.  He stops, gives his head a small shake.  “Forget it. See you next time.”

As he’s opening the window, however, he hesitates. Then he turns briefly, just long enough to lob a small object Dabi’s way.

Dabi, still in shock, barely catches the projectile. By the time he looks up, Hawks is gone.

He stands for a moment, unmoving, before looking back down at what turns out to be a package. It's wrapped plainly but precisely in shiny black paper.

That, however, is not nearly as surprising as what he finds inside.

It's a piece of jewelry. A bracelet. Thin, delicately wrought, silver, but when he holds it up to the light it shimmers an array of blues and purples.

He blinks, trying to catch up with what's going on:  that this is a present.

From Hawks.

For Christmas.

And it's perfect.

----

The following evening (really very early in the morning of the 25th), Hawks fumbles with the window to his apartment. He’s had way too much to drink, and it’s way too late, but he didn’t… want to come home tonight. Not to this sterile, awful apartment. Not alone.

He’s not sure why; this is how he’s always spent Christmas. For some reason, tonight it feels bad.

He should have stayed out longer, had a few more drinks.

If he had, however, there’s a very real possibility he’d have ended up crashing on the way home – actually dashing his brains out on the pavement.

And maybe�� that wouldn’t have been so bad?

He shakes off the melancholy thought.

It’s only one night of the year – nothing unusual about it. No need to go overboard, to wallow in the sadness and the guilt and the regrets.

He’s enough adrift in these thoughts that it takes his bleary eyes a moment to realize that something’s amiss. There's something in the corner of his apartment that wasn’t there earlier today.

Despite the alcohol, his training kicks in; he’s much steadier as he creeps silently forward, feathers at the ready.

Still, it takes a solid minute for him to understand what he’s actually seeing.

It’s a tree: a Christmas tree.

Small and spindly, and strung with far too many lights for its tiny frame. But there it is. Nestled into the corner of his apartment. With a silver star at the top.  

A shuffling noise has him spinning around, only for him to have the second greatest shock of the year. Because there, that lump on the couch, is... Dabi??!!.

Splayed out on the cushions, fast asleep, drooling slightly.

That can’t really be – no, it can’t.  Dabi can’t be here, in his apartment, waiting for him, asleep on the couch?

No. He must be dreaming.

He lurches forward, and in doing so overbalances himself.

When he falls, it’s not onto the soft couch he expects, but, rather, the bony body of his lover.

"Ooof," says Dabi, suddenly awake.

“It’s really you!” Hawks whispers. If he were less drunk, he’d probably be embarrassed by the naked awe in his own voice. As it is, he doesn’t much care.

Dabi smiles. He lifts a hand to brush the hair off Hawks's face. There's a flash of color at his wrist: silver and blue and purple.

He's wearing the bracelet.

“Yeah,” he says softly, and his eyes are soft, too. "It's really me. Merry Christmas, Little Birdie.”

[sanfangirl-cynicalromantic]

Hiccstrid Drabble | High School Loners

Being a socially awkward teenager nervous about his first day of school after his father insisted on transferring him here after the semester had already started was perfectly normal, Hiccup assured himself. At least that was one thing normal about him.

He adjusted the heavy backpack on his shoulders, like a physical metaphor of his enthusiasm to be here. He should probably peel his sorry butt off the wall and look for his classroom. Navigation was so much harder with moving obstacles blocking your sight and impeding your ability to walk in a straight line.

“C’mon, Hiccup. Just a little more than a year until you graduate and then you can hole yourself up in your room and be a disappointment until Dad kicks you out and makes you work like an adult,” he told himself sarcastically. The pep talk had started out with a genuine intention to boost his self confidence, but when his self-esteem issues met the concept called positivity, his brain didn’t compute.

Room 308. He just had to get to room 308 and sulk in the back until the end of school. He craned his neck over the crowd of heads. He had really shot up over the summer, and could probably even be considered tall, but was used to walking with his head down, and wasn’t familiar with being able to look over people’s heads. It didn’t help anyway; teenagers were leaning against classroom doors or walls and lockers and it made it hard to read the room numbers. What did that door say? Room -

“Ooof!” he collided with a body in front of him, knocking his chin against something hard - a cheekbone, maybe? Or a nose. He frantically tried to regain his balance, thankful no papers had gone flying. His chin smarted and he began to babble.

“Odin I’m so sor-”

“Watch where you’re going!” the person snapped. Oh, great. This someone was annoyed. He sighed and looked up at them, and every thought eddied out of his head in an instant.

Standing in front of him was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. She was a couple inches shorter than him, his chin must’ve hit her forehead. Her arms were crossed and she was glaring at him with mesmerizing blue eyes, the color a mix of turquoise and sapphire. She had golden blonde bangs swept to the side of her face and a thick braid down her back. Her arms were crossed over her chest, obscuring the large, loud design of a graphic skull on her shirt. A short red skirt with spikes followed on top of ripped black leggings. He quickly cast his eyes back up to her face so she didn’t think he was ogling her; her deepened scowl told him she’d already thought so. Her round face was perfect, with no makeup except for some drastic eyeliner wings.

The angry slant of her brows and the fearsome scowl on her face were the most attractive expressions he had ever seen.

“I-I’m really sorry, I’m new here-” she raised her brows.

“New to the school or new to being able to watch where you’re going?” she asked sarcastically.

Holy Helheim this girl was funny too. Hiccup was practically in love. Oh no, he was probably staring at her stupidly.

“First days are never fun,” she conceded, like she was irritated with having to show sympathy. “So I’ll show you where to go wherever you need to go and give you some pointers so this never happens again. I don’t like to be bothered by other kids.”

“Okay,” Hiccup agreed happily. Anything to spend more time with her. And she was talking to him, without him having to try and start an awkward conversation first! This was more than he could’ve hoped.

“Where’s your homeroom?”

“Uh, 308.” Her exasperated face fell into annoyance.

“Great,” she muttered, half to herself. “We have the same homeroom.” The day was just getting better. He was starting to like school. She huffed and started walking down the hall, not bothering to check if Hiccup was following her yet. He stared after her for a minute.

One day, he was going to marry that girl.

[thehighpriestess1]

IDK IF YOU KNOW BUT WHO AM I KIDDING OUR MAN IS BACK AND GREATER THAN EVER AFTER ALL THIS YEARS HOMIE FINALLY HOME!!!!!!!! 😭😭

I knowwww!!! Omg!!! He's in that black t-shirt!!! Ooof I nearly jumped out of my bed when I saw this! Look at the level of sass on that face!

[watchingspnagain]

Rewatching Metamorphosis

Welcome to “I swear to Chuck, Dean Winchester, if you say Man Pig one more time…: A Supernatural Rewatch Blog” with Lor and Mace!

   Up today, s4e4: Metamorphosis.

 In the suburbs, a married man is becoming insatiable for meat. And maybe… human flesh? He’s scaring the bejesus out of his wife (and himself), but when two incredibly handsome young men clad in flannel show up and tell him it’s because he’s a monster, he’s not buying it. (Always believe handsome young men in flannel when they tell you you’re a monster.) Turns out the dude can NOT become a full-on monster as long as he refrains from eating human flesh. Once he does, there’s no going back. But the boys are divided on whether he can be saved—Sam argues that he’ll be able to control himself and be fine; Dean is sure he is doomed to be a monster. This, of course, echoes their positions on what’s going on with Sam and Ruby and how they each feel about THAT. The episode’s climax involves a lot of ew and gross and an old hunter friend of John’s being awful. And our boys… are FRAUGHT.

  Below is a log of our real-time reactions as we watched. Remember that there may be spoilers for any part of SPN’s 15-season run here. Note also that the nature of our conversation is adult and thus it may contain adult language and themes.

 [and we begin:]

  Mace:

 Interesting. I don’t think Sam gets objectified like this often (“slutting around”)

  Lor:

 no, I don't think he does

 oh Dean

I FORGOT that he finds out by spying

  Mace:

 yeah

Lor:

 "is that Ruby?" and the LOOK

  Mace:

 right?!

  Lor:

 oh he's maaaaad

they are so FRAUGHT

  Mace:

 he really is

  Lor:

 ooo Sammy's wearing one of his BEST shirts

  Mace:

 HE IS

  oh Dean, you don’t wanna leave

HEY NOW, LAY OFF MY STRINGBEAN

  Lor:

 oh Dean, that's it, cycle that violence

  Mace:

 YEP

  Lor:

 OH! Sam's being influenced by Ruby BUT Dean's being influenced by Cas. and they both CAN be influenced bc something in there lets them be, but I never picked up on the parallel before

  Mace:

 YEP

  Lor:

 I feel a little dumb right now. like, it's RIGHT THERE

  Mace:

 snork

  Lor:

 but Cas is definitely not a love interest for Dean. definitely not

  Mace:

 NOPE DEFINITELY NOT

JUST FRIENDS

  Lor:

 only bros

  Mace:

 we don’t need to discuss how there’s 1000% more sexual tension in the scenes between Cas and Dean than Ruby and Sam...

  Lor:

 lol nope

 not beat down after five or six years of marriage to JOHN

  Mace:

 and the fact that Sam and Ruby are married in real life now so there must have been actual tension between them but still Misha and Jensen provoke more sexy vibes…

 HAHAHAHA

  Lor:

 RIGHT?

I was just trying to figure out how to say something very similar

  Mace:

 HA

  Lor:

 "weird with crazy on top"

 dude, have a string cheese. this is what they are FOR

  Mace:

 YEP

 HAHAHAHAHA

 this one is just kinda gross

  Lor:

 yeah

 WOULD HE? or would he find something to criticize

  Mace:

 enough with the pointed snark, Dean

 oh he would totally criticize

  Lor:

 "is that made up? that sounds made up"

  yeah, Dean is passive aggressiving today

  Mace:

 LONG PIG

EW

  Lor:

 LOL

I love that it's Sam who knows what it means, not Dean

  Mace:

 yeah, that doesn’t seem right somehow

  Lor:

 yeah

I suspect it was sloppy, but I kind of like the against-type of it

  Mace:

 yeah

  Lor:

 so props for calling the jerk out but points off for the fatphobia

  Mace:

 yep

i do love that they do things to make the ‘bad’ guy sympathetic

  Lor:

 YES

  Mace:

 SAM SAID LORE EVERYBODY DRINK

  Lor:

 LOLOLOLOLOLOL

 ooof Dean, people pleasing and managing the people/conversation

  Mace:

 YEP

 okay so here we have Dean on the side of black-and-white and Sam on the side of greys

  Lor:

 Travis, you dick, YES they have not eaten in days, you KNEW their dad, you jerk

 yep

  Mace:

 we should keep score on these because I think I remember they flipflop several times throughout the show

  Lor:

 oh yeah, they definitely do

  ooo, retrograde marital dynamics

fun

  Mace:

 HA yeah

 um, WHOSE emotions are getting in the way, Dean?

  Lor:

 I think they flip on the grey thing depending on what's going on with them. Sam wants monsters to be okay sometimes bc he's afraid he's kind of one. Dean wants it to be black and white bc he wants Sam to just STOP using his powers. you'd think they'd learn at some point though

  RIGHT?

  Mace:

 yeah

  Lor:

 Dean can never resist upset Sammy

  "hungry hungry hippos levels" DEAN

  Mace:

 I wonder if part of why Dean’s panties are so bunched about all this is that he has always felt wrong/inadequate/not-enough (thanks to John) and so he tries to protect Sam and keep him normal

 HAHAHA

  Mace:

 STOP. SAYING. MAN. PIG. DEAN.

  Lor:

 oh YES

 LOL

  Mace:

 he feels like he’s failing Sammy so he’s angry at himself and taking that out on Sam

  Lor:

 YES

  DEAN. stop being a little shit! NO PIE

  Mace:

 Come on, we all know you’d give in in a heartbeat and give him pie

  Lor:

 ....

yeah, it's true

I can't even pretend it's not true anymore

he's just little and he's never done anything wrong

  Mace:

 HAAAAHAHAHA

  “we should go” “yeah"

 HAHAHAHA

  Lor:

 "we're here to save you! i guess"

  Mace:

 BOYS

  Lor:

 HAHAHAHAHA

  so he only wants to eat women?

  Mace:

 well, eating men would be kind gay

  Lor:

 it feels like there's a sexual component here they are not addressing

  Mace:

 HAHAHA

  Lor:

 HA! and no one would want THAT. not on the Man Show

  Mace:

 nope

 OH DAMN I forgot about this part

  Lor:

 so not that all options here aren't awful, but Travis is aware you can... not have a child without killing the woman?

  Mace:

 that wouldn’t be the Christian thing to do, though, now would it

  Lor:

 splutters in 2023

  Mace:

 HAAAAAHAHAHA

  oh Travis is dead. how tragic.

  Lor:

 yes, I weep

  OMG LOCK YOUR CAR WHEN YOU LEAVE IT ON THE STREET

  Mace:

 SNORK

  Lor:

 correct, Sammy

  Mace:

 YES

 ew.

  Lor:

 yeah

  omg stop hitting Sammy in the head!

  Mace:

 omg STOP HITTING SAM IN THE HEAD

  Mace:

 HAHAHAHA

  Lor:

 HAAAAHAHAHAHA

  Mace:

 my Bean’s gonna have the brain damage

  Lor:

 seriously

  look. when the Winchesters show up and tell you to do something, you do it. that's how you don't end up a monster who can't see your family.

  Mace:

 ayup

 for the life of me I can’t understand how anyone could say no to either of them

  Lor:

 interesting choice to have Dean lying down like this for this scene

  RIGHT?

  Mace:

 well if they didn’t then he’s have burned the dude without chatting first

  Lor:

 it's definitely not as sexual assaulty as somethings they do to him, but

  Mace:

 and they needed Sammy to have his little existential crisis talk first

  Lor:

 well, he could be unconscious in a chair or something

  Mace:

 mmm

  Lor:

 LYING

  Mace:

 YEP

  Lor:

 oh boys

  Mace:

 yeah

[castle-dominion]

5x13 recoil

OOH PLOT HEAVY

I love the editing in the clips here, we get the info we need, but also while I'm sure we all remember that some ppl were killed, like roy montgomery, we also get to see the dramatic clip of him getting shot & lockwood with blood on his face & these things are mostly for the drama, not the recap, really really well done bc we still get the recap.

I also like how she hits him immediately after he says he has the power.

Garbage can fire babey. gonna be a dead body. See? Plenty of people throw up when they see (& probs smell) a dead body burning!

RC: Well, I haven’t met him or approved of him yet, so it can’t be serious. All suitors must be met and intimidated by me personally before they can be considered for official boyfriend status. So true

Ew yucky

no dental records then... Ryan looks nice lol. & esposito's jacket is nice

Ryan pretty but meh. Esposito perfectly fine but meh Castle also pretty enough. Becks looks shiny shirt dc!? multiple times in just 20m? Might as well stay on the line.

Why would the boyf have an unlisted number? oh no ooof oof oof ooooooof she left a message hhhh

the phone falls & clatters... oof that is the best... except how would she end the recording? AFTER the phone clatters? the audio changes during "happens" like she moved to a different area, or passed a wall

Yeah smth falls & then like a ring hits the wall zippo? Or maybe he was ALREADY burning the body

Yeah lol u can't remember ppl when you are seeing a hundred a night, or more. unless she comes here often! She was a high end prostitute! BRACKEN? oh of course it was him, this is a plot heavy ep.

No wonder the phone call. & also dealt with OTHER people too! He did not just kill melanie & johanna & attempt beckett, & also raglan & montgomery & mccallister & possibly those other two lawyers or whoever beckett nice coat lol.

ESPOSITO NICE JACKET (& nice scarf on ryan) JE: You know, I was really hoping the next time I saw this guy would be down the barrel of my gun.

*fidgeting with his hand hanging by his legs* Met her there works for you non-paid consultant *stops* I know where I've seen you. I can't believe that he doesn't already have pics of beckett's close circles: friends, work, family,, gym

of COURSE he wouldn't do it himself! Ooh y'all got the fbi to do analysis? Nice! My grampa was able to tell what car, make model, year, idk, just by the sound of the engine.

Why do they need sirens on? They Ooh audio. Echo, loud, yells, I love it when ryan yells beckett's name. Why would they draw a diagram of the gun & do that sort of thing?

I thought beckett was ryan for a sec. That shiny suit jacket, I loved it, really shows off her waist. Then I realized ryan is amab he does not have a waist that small. Becks looks great tho & I like her with her hair back like that. Castle's red jacket & dark shirt are nice too & gates looks good with her red shirt adding colour from behind her black jacket/cardigan. Oh & ryan! light purple shirt with a square pattern (love that for ryan), dark thin tie (I'd call it black but it is not that dark) with multicoloured tiny equally sized polka dots, vest, ooh he's good. I grabbed a pic but idk if it is any good. at least I got a pic of beckett. Update from later in the episode: HIS WAISTCOAT HAS A SHINY SILVERY BACK PANEL SDLKFKSJFDLSKJF & it is tied in such a way that it hugs his hips man I'm such a lesbian fot him (both men) sounds like a disguise bright red shiny tie, really pops

this guy is assassinating him. that's why he insists that the senator goes. Gates my beloved Man has a jacket AND a coat. At least they are different colours

ugh the way she gestures for him to take a seat hhhhh so gooooood KB: Senator Bracken, do you have any enemies? Is there anyone you can think of that would like to kill you? cough cough WB: A man doesn’t get to my position without upsetting people along the way. Most of them aren’t crazy enough to want to kill me. (he gestures) Present company excluded.

JE: I’ll tell you something. If I’m her, I sit in there shuffling papers until whoever it is puts a bullet in Bracken’s head. KR: KR: No you wouldn’t. Because that would make you no better than he is. (well you are just not changing the trolley path. He's the one who tied people to it.) JE: The guy murdered Beckett’s mother. Captain Montgomery. Who knows who else?. ((exactly!)) Bracken’s got it coming to him. So I say let it come. KR: *uncomfy* I mean just two episodes ago esposito threatened to kill someone.

Nice pattern on esposito's shirt. Not an actual pattern, just the weave of it making it textured almost like heather. 24 hours exactly?

RC: Man, these people need to get a life. Most of these guys it seems like their only companionship is the space alien that talks to them through their microwave. *coincidentally finds the letter just as she says that* RC: No, I did actually. I liked the way you uh, dotted the ‘I’ in kill with a little heart. It was a nice touch. Oh yeah chinese food babey Man doesn't take his mug to the break room to wash it?? wait it was not the same writing my bad. it is all caps... In fact, it is the same letter, it was a rough draft.

Senator Bracken When you sleep at night do you dream of the blood dripping off your hands leaking into the ground filling up the valleys and the craters with new lakes and oceans lake hemoglobins the red ocean rivers of blood or do you drift away to some peaceful place unburdened by the endless bodies piling on your shoulders always more bodies never ending as you count the sheep dancing over fences but it isn't the sheep that calm your icy nerves it is their destination as they leap the fence toward the slaug//hter how their bleats and screams must fill that cavity in your chest where a heart should be with bostalgic joy for the suffering you have caused so many he was a boy a precious boy so filled with hope and aspirations and you took that in and you fed on him that boy my boy in the lion's den there is no way to avoid the night calls and the roats of the fearsome loathsome ((cut off)) ((Not going back to change typos; I touch typed this & my touch typing needs work))

Ooh the music also it is late she managed an appointment at this time of night? Are you sure that he is much worse? The one you can live with oof burning...

Coffee <3 Ryan looks nice, his clothes are dark which is less common. espt is wearing some kind of zip up hoodie like that's professional. Becks nice brown leather jacket with a good shape to it. "nothing significant"

Seeing gates with the half sister she kept the eltter phew

Why is castle Sitting at ryan's desk & then ryan leaning over castle pointing the stuff out to him? *interrupts* *looks at the letter while walking back & giving directions*

JE: I’m pretty sure we left Patterson five shops ago. *smacks the badge on the door* "How you doing?" McManus

Ryan looking like my hair lol

*sees him* Oh ooh ooh ooh it's him *shoots just a bit late*

No, castle. She did not miss. (tho it's kind of messed up that when they think that this fellow is an assassin you're allowed to shoot them...) you didn't & that's the good part. *hides her tears*

Not only do you know him but you also looked into him so you know about him. People say ryan is the touchy feely one in terms of emotions & yeah he himself acknowledged the cheesiness of the toast he was giving at the double date last season but esposito is the one to approach kate & talk to her.

She's good She's revealing that!? don't you remember what happened last time you revealed personal information without knowing who is behind the glass? gates is a cop tho, she was a detective, she does interrogations, she can see becks is truthing this room is so big & empty, DP did well. he DOES control everyone lol robert points to three people behind the glass lol, he can't see them blood on OUR hands. She's right, it is in hers bc she let him go! Except if she shot him he would not be available for questioning he might even be dead.

Oh thank goodness, we all thought gates was talking to her about That

What did you say that was right about her?

RC: Check this out. What better way to celebrate the end of a difficult case then with a bottle of – (he trails off when he sees her work) – what are you doing? YEAH NO IF HE'S OFF HIS MEDS THAT AIN'T GOOD KB: And what about Melanie’s body? He burned it and he knocked out her teeth to keep it unidentifiable. Me: Schiz often comes with paranoia, he wanted to be safe KB: And then he leaves a duffle bag in a stolen car for us to find? Me: ... That is not very meticulous of him......

I don't (usually) smoke & I still have a lighter & matchbook music hhh not ALL the evidence, remember? Right, people OFTEN believe that the psychoaffected people don't know what they're doing or are dangerous or planted the bomb, nobody would look further into it

If you're right then you have gained his trust back. 41319 is her badge # btw

secondary area search? man is upset. He lost his temper, this is not normal.

THE LIGHTER I play with em like that too lol WHAT IF THE LIGHTER IS A DETONATOR btw I was right! It IS the assistant person (no they are both just nondescript white guys)

He was BESIDE the car, even if beckett was NOT there he would have been fine

Castle just TACKLED that guy

Five years, long play. Or paid money lol CASTLE ADMITTING HE WOULD HAVE STOOD & WATCHED

Ryan nice light grey jacket, pink shirt, possibly striped, dark tie to contrast, ugh he's so good. Esposito just wearing the kind of "I'm at home today" clothes I wear "just like you would have done" WB: Someone who’s gotten rich making powerful people promises that I need to keep. ((PARDON ME?)) What does a kingmaker do when the king no longer follows orders?

WB: You saved my life. KB: (rolls her eyes) Yeah well, you can’t win ‘em all, can you? a friend? He's right when he says "If I said no, would you really believe me?"

Nice transition to watching tv at home Benjamin Moss? Ah kingmaker. "plane crash" or "car accident" better story. oof.

Wow I'm half an hour ahead of schedule! I started watching at 9.30, so I should have been done the day's first ep by 11 but I was 20m early, now I should have been done by 12.30 & it is only five after, I'm doing well!

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ARIA I AM FINALLY GETTING CAUGHT UP ON ALL OF THESE WONDERFUL LITTLE FICLETS AND AM HERE TO SHOUT AT YOU, SO PLEASE BRACE YOURSELF.

JESSE IN A BLACK T-SHIRT AND JEANS???? INSTA-SWOON. Right off the bat. I love how quickly you craft the build of their relationship and the background. It's SO SWEET.

And then I IMMEDIATELY AM GONNA FIGHT THE DUDE. You had me cheering for Jesse, and also, I ADORE the fact that reader was gonna charge in there after him (just like we all would). And OOOF Kix being the level-headed one. You know he's right, but it doesn't make it hurt any less.

“I’m sorry. I’m just a hothead. All I know is how to fight.” Jesse ran his fingers over his broken knuckles. “You deserve more than that.”

HOW READER COMFORTS HIM?? IT'S SO GENTLE AND TENDER BUT NOT CODDLING?? MY HEART.

AND THEN THE SPICE? TOP NOTCH. I AM FROTHING AT THE MOUTH. NO NOTES.

This was BEAUTIFUL and I LOVE IT VERY MUCH.

HELLO!!!!

is me again hehe <3

lately, i've been thinking about how Jesse and how his strong devotion and loyalty translates into a relationship. so i was thinkingggggg, a scenario where Jesse needs to be walked of the edge of a heated situation and needs reassurance that he's it for reader. that he's the man reader wants to be with and will stand be his side.

can be either SFW or NSFW (with agender reader with female parts??? that would make me so happy) what ever is sparking your lovely imagination.

so appreciate and love and am grateful i found your beautiful writing and met such an amazing person <3

Mythos, my dear! Thank you so much for the ask!! I saw your second ask too and I hope I’ve done your beautiful request justice. Jesse is so passionate but that’s exactly what we love about him and the idea of being able to show him that when he was feeling insecure is exactly what he deserves! I completely got carried away with this and ended up writing over 2.5k words (although it’s never enough for Jesse!). I hope you like it! Thank you for celebrating with me, love!

Pairing: Jesse x GN!/Anatomically Female Reader

Warnings: General Creepiness, Threats of Violence, Canon-Typical content, Self-Doubt, Explicit Sexual Content *MINORS DNI*

You finally made it to the bar on a particularly busy night at 79’s. It was way more work than it should have been for a glass of water, but the dance floor that Jesse had kept you glued to all night was hot, and you were parched.

You could still see him through the crowd. His cog tattoo and shaved head helped him stand out among his identical brothers. That and you’d be able to spot his grin anywhere. He was in his civies tonight, a black t-shirt and his lone pair of jeans. Jesse always looked good, but you enjoyed your current vantage point and took a moment to check out the handsome man. You had only been on dating for a few months. Your friend had been hot and heavy with Fives since the moment she met the goateed clone. It had taken her a few tries to convince you to join them on a double date with one of his brothers who Fives insisted you’d like. You hadn’t been expecting much, not because you didn’t like Fives, but simply because you didn’t imagine someone like him could be your type. Jesse had swept you off your feet, though. You hadn’t admitted it to him yet, but you were falling fast. His endearing charm, constant sarcasm, lighthearted take on life, the passion that burned bright through him, and the kindness and understanding he always showed you made it easy to fall. You watched him move under the neon lights, and you felt a wide smile creep across your face. Jesse always seemed to put that smile there.

So it was Jesse and the lights and the music’s fault that you didn’t notice a crowd of people behind you until one of them stumbled into your back. You spun around, ready to apologize for taking up precious bar space before you realized it was a group of nat-borns. Instantly, your defense went up.

It wasn’t often that other civilians wandered into 79’s, and the ones that did were usually there to cause problems. So as you eyed up the stumbling rough and rowdy group, you didn’t have to go looking to know that they were likely trouble. Unfortunately, as Jesse often liked to remind you, with a deep laugh and elbow to your ribs, trouble usually came looking for you.

“Hey,“ The tallest one slurred as he looked you up and down. “Come here often?”

“Yup.” Your reply was curt, and you hoped they would take the hint when you turned back to face the bar.

Instead, a hand came to your shoulder.

“Hey, I was talking to you.” He was suddenly close, his breath rank and hot on your face as he yanked you towards. “You think you’re too good for us.”

“Don’t touch me.” You took a full step away as you warned him.

“Slummin’ it here with all these test tube freaks.” He closed in on you again. “Let me show you what a real man can do.”

You raised your hands, about to shove him backward, when a familiar arm slid over your shoulder. Despite your guard being up, you instantly knew who was next to you.

“Problem here?”

Your eyes didn’t move from the creep, but you could hear the eternal grin on Jesse’s face. You didn’t mistake the grin for carelessness. Instead, you knew it was just Jesse. He was always calm until he wasn’t.

“Ahh, I see. No problem.” The man stumbled back into his friends before muttering under his breath. “Freak fucker.”

“What did you call them?”

Your head snapped up at the sudden change in tone in Jesse’s voice. He wasn’t grinning anymore. His hand left your shoulder as he began to stiffen at your side. The man didn’t realize his mistake as he kept hurling insults your way.

“They’re just another slut for you meat droids. The Republic needs to end the war so they can take you all out with the trash.”

In split seconds, Jesse lept past you. He swung, his fist connecting with the creep’s jaw, sending him reeling backwards. He threw another jab, catching the man with a blow to the nose before he stumbled out of Jesse’s reach.

Your stomach dropped as one of the friends lunged for Jesse, whose gaze was still on the instigator. But never one to be caught off guard, Jesse side-stepped the second man in the same moment he spun, landing a uppercut into the man’s stomach.

You balled your fists, ready to follow Jesse when another hand came to your shoulder. You cocked a fist back but Kix’s voice found you before you could swing.

“You jump in, you just make it worse for him.”

You huffed in response. Kix wasn’t wrong. You knew Jesse could handle a few nat-borns by himself and he would only be distracted if you started to fight. Still, your fist stayed balled by your side.

In the next moment, a flash of red by the door caught your eye. The Courscant Guard was here. They were always close by on busy nights, keeping the peace however they had to. The three clones positioned themselves by the door. You recognized Thorn by his helmet. He posted himself in the corner, a shiny on either on side of him. You knew he wouldn’t intervene unless he had to, but if Jesse kept at it, Thorn wouldn’t have a choice.

Kix saw Thorn too. He set his jaw and dove into the fray. He emerged with an arm wrapped around Jesse’s waist, tugging the scowling man out of the scuffle. Kix turned, tossing his brother away from the seething nat-borns before he spun around to face them again.

“Get out.” Kix pointed to the door. “Or you’re going to have a lot more meat droids to deal with.”

The instigator snarled through a bloody nose and spit at Kix’s feet. Jesse yelled out and charged for the man again. You turned to face him, stepping into his path and putting your hands on his chest. Jesse looked down at you, his face instantly softening just a bit.

“Jesse - we’re leaving now.” The words were an order but your tone was gentle, hoping you could reach the part of him that had just relaxed under your palms.

He frowned, his eyes quickly back on his target. The men were rapidly retreating out the door, with side-glances thrown at the Guards in red. You felt Jesse twitch, like he wanted to chase after them.

“It’s okay, Jess.” Kix’s voice came from behind you now, calm and quiet. “Just let go it.”

“They’re not worth it.” You lifted one palm to Jesse’s face, laying it on his cheek with just enough pressure to coax him into looking at you. “Please, Jesse.”

His hand came up to your forearm, giving you a gentle squeeze.

“Okay,” The words were breathy as they left his mouth. “Okay, okay. You’re right.”

You lifted to meet his lips, capturing him in a quick, grateful kiss.

He exhaled as you pulled away, breaking the brief kiss. You ran your thumb along his cheekbone, tracing the lower rim of his tattoo. Then your hand fell to find his hand at his side.

“Let’s go home.”

You tugged him towards the exit. As you pulled Jesse out of the club, you threw on glance back to search over his shoulder, quickly finding the familiar eyes of Kix. He tilted his head in question, and you nodded in reassurance. He smiled back and raised his glass in a grateful salute before he turned back to the dancefloor. Jesse followed you to the door in a daze. The adrenaline of the fight had worn off, and he hung almost limp as he drifted behind you.

By the time you got back to your apartment, Jesse was almost catatonic. His lids hung heavy over his eyes as he sank onto the edge of your bed. He hadn’t said a word since you left 79’s. You were starting to get worried. Rather than press him to talk, you went to the kitchen and got a wet washcloth. Returning to find him unmoved in the bedroom, you knelt before him. Coaxing him to take off his shoes, you placed them next to yours at the end of the bed. Then you turned your attention to his bruised knuckles. Taking his calloused hand in yours, you started to dab at the scrapped skin.

“You… you don’t have to do that.” Jesse stuttered as he finally spoke.

“I’m happy to, Jesse.” You tried to smile up at him but his sleepy gaze had turned into a wide eyed stare and it caught you off guard.

“No, I mean you shouldn’t have to do that.” He yanked his hand out of yours.

You barely had time to wonder at his sudden movement before he was up on his feet, pacing across your small bedroom.

“Jesse, talk to me.” You kept your voice gentle, not out of fear but out of caring. You wanted him to know you were there for him.

“You deserve better, you know.”

You frowned but before you could protest, Jesse spoke again, never breaking his relentless stride.

“I’m sorry. I’m just a hothead. All I know is how to fight.” Jesse ran his fingers over his broken knuckles. “You deserve more than that.”

He finally stopped his pacing as he caught his form in the full length mirror that hung on your wall. His frown grew as he studied himself.

“Look at me.” His shoulders slumped and his eyes fell to the floor. “I was bred for this. Bred to be a soldier and that’s all I’ll ever be.”

You quickly clambered to your feet. He didn’t move from his position in front of the mirror. You stood behind him, savoring his closeness for a moment. You wrapped your arms around him at his waist and pulled him in tight to you.

“I love your fire, Jesse. I love that you’re a fighter.”

He let out a single dry laugh. It was so soulless, so unlike Jesse. You held him a little closer.

“Look at you, Jesse.” You settled your head on his shoulder, stretching to peer at your combined reflections. “You want to know what I see?”

He finally raised his head, hesitantly meeting your eyes.

“I see how passionately you care, how you love so strongly that you would go to war for those you care about. Your brothers know that. They love and respect you for that. But that fire isn’t all you are.”

“You can make me smile on the hardest of days. You keep calm in far more situations than you give yourself credit for. You like to pretend you don’t care but I can see how deeply you do.” You dug your fingers into his shirt, gripping his ribs, trying to convey how much you wanted him. “Don’t ever say you’re just a soldier. You’re so much more than that, Jesse.”

Jesse’s eyes were shining as his reflection stared back at you. He took your arm from his waist and tugged you in front of him, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders folding you into his warmth. You reached up and held onto his arms like he was the only liferaft in the sea. He started to grin again. You leaned your head back into him with a sigh and a smile.

“I’m so lucky to have met you.” Jesse murmured as he kissed the top of your head.

“We’re both lucky.”

You turned your head to lay a gentle kiss on his bicep. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the smirk on his face widen just a little. He pressed a kiss to your neck. And then another. You tilted your head, giving him more access to your sensitive flesh. One of hands that laid across your chest searched out your pert nipple and began to tease it gently through the rough fabric of your shirt. You leaned back into him with a soft moan, grinding your hips against him, feeling him harden behind you. Jesse’s lips found your ear.

“Oh, cyare,” Jesse’s words were dark and husky. “You don’t know what you do to me.”

His other hand snaked its way down your front, finding the waistline of your pants. Jesse pushed the fabric aside, sinking one knuckle into your already wet center.

“See what you do to me.” You breathlessly muttered. “Jesse, I need you.”

His hands jumped to your waist to find the hem of your shirt. Gentle fingers traced a line up your side, gathering your shirt as he went. Jesse paused at your mid-waist and looked at you. You nodded, giving him permission to proceed. He whipped the top off of you in the next moment. You spun to face him, needy for the feeling of his skin on yours. You tugged at the ends of his shirt, and he quickly obliged. You ran your hands over his chest, savoring the warmth of his skin and the sturdy build of his muscles.

Jesse bent to meet you and quickly captured your lips in his, kissing you deeply. He still tasted like a hint of whiskey. His tongue swirled with yours in a bruising fury and you felt yourself craving more of him. You broke apart for a moment, both turning your attention to your pants. The last bits of clothing was quickly removed and kicked aside.

Jesse spun you around to face the mirror and then pressed his wide palm on the small of your back, coaxing you into bending over. You gave into his directions, bringing a hand to the wall on either side of the mirror. You felt him run his length along your aching slit. You let out a breathy moan as he brushed along your clitoris, your head falling and eyes closing at the glorious friction.

“Oh no, cyare,” Jesse’s back was suddenly pressed against you, and his hand was on your jaw. He guided your head back up so you were staring into his deep brown eyes.

“That’s it,” he nipped at your neck as he stood again, lining himself up. “Let me see those eyes.”

You stared up at him, meeting his dark look in the mirror. His pupils were blown. Jesse stood again, towering over you. You bit your lip as you studied the breathtaking man for the briefest moment.

Then he entered you. His member filled you, reaching your furthest depths at this angle. The ache of being so full was quickly replaced by a overwhelming pleasure as Jesse’s hand snaked its way around you, deftly finding your already sensitive nub again. He teased small circles as he slowly began to move, dragging his cock from you before swiftly entering you again. Soon, his hips pistoned into you and you pushed back off of the wall, meeting him with every stroke. His other hand held your hip on a strong grip. You cried out his name as a wave of orgasm overtook you. Jesse followed behind, filling you as he finished.

You stood up and swayed on weak legs. Jesse quickly gathered you into his chest, showering your shoulders with kisses.

“Thank you.” He whispered against your skin.

“Always.” You sighed, leaning back into him. The next words left your mouth before you even considered them. “I love you, Jesse.”

Your stomach dropped for a moment. You knew you meant it but maybe it was too soon, too early. Before you could take it back, you looked to him in the mirror. His dark brown eyes found your suddenly wide ones and they were bright, all lust replaced with a vast joy. He quickly spun you to face him. Cupping your face in his hands, he tilted you up towards him.

“I love you too.”

His lips captured yours and his hands fell to wrap around your waist. Your heart soared as he squeezed you tighter to him.

“Now come on,” Jesse smirked before he stepped backwards, tuggiing you towards the bed. “I’m not done with you yet.”

[viralarcadian]

when you get this you have to post 5 songs you actually listen to then send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers 🌃

ooof just five? tough choice i have a shit-ton of music, so i'm just gonna restrict it to stuff that i've listened to recently

Six Feet Underground - Lord of the Lost just really good. honestly if im being honesty all five songs would be from lord of the lost because ive been digging into their discography lately. chris has fantastic vocals and it's a joy to hear him switch from growly metal voice to like, nice singing voice in the middle of a song

Wer sonst? - ASP like w LotL, listening to the vocals is a joy. alexander is the sole vocalist and he has equally fantastic range. and even though most of his songs are in german and don't have clean english translations (most ive found take the literal approach rather than attempting to like, adapt them so that the english flows like the original) the lyrics are imo very good. like, this song specifically is about being the voice that sparks a revolution. "someone has to scream, so who else, if not you, could it be?"

Under the Spell - Me and That Man i'm gonna be honest again, i think nergal is a bit of a dipshit. he's still very firmly entrenched in that era of metal that was all about shocking the mainstream at any cost and yeah i can get behind pissing off the catholic church, fuck them. but that stunt he pulled with that t-shirt (the one that said BLACK METAL AGAINST ANTIFA) really soured my opinion of him. like, dude, why are you doing this. in THIS political climate even so it is unfortunate that i really ended up liking his side project. who knew "gothic country metal" was a thing

You Speak My Language - Morphine the bassline in this is so so good. i don't think ive heard heard one that could be described as sounding "skittery". absolute shame about the frontman though, taken from this world far too soon

Happy Children - P. Lion this one is cheating a bit because i had an italo disco mix vid playing while i was writing assignments for class this past semester, so it is quite literally burned into my brain by that fact alone. but it's a good song! incredibly hummable, sneaks up on you when you least expect and suddenly all you can hear in your head is "YOU ARE THE CHILDREN, YOUR LIFE WILL BE HARD, (WOAAHOAAAHO)"

[tmisaccidentreportbook]

MAG035, Old Passages

Case #0020406, Harold Silvana Release date: September 8th, 2016 First listen: 6th November, think it was still the walk home.

Where we see more of my goth son, Smirke’s name joins the blacklist in my mind, and in my messages with dodgylogic, Leitner’s name is autocorrected to all caps for the first time, a feature that endures still. Also that start of my conspiracy theory board entitled ‘WHAT THE FUCK IS UNDER LONDON?’

- Harold Silvana is a name we’ve already heard in passing, back in MAG024 where Sasha was hunting down the police reports for the incident. That was recorded somewhere between mid March and very early April, and it is now mid July. So investigation and research on this case has taken maybe four months, possibly longer, before it is fit for recording and archiving. I don’t know if that can be used as a bench mark for how long the process typically takes, because there is a lot going on in this one. It’s one I like to refer to as a ‘fear goulash’ statement; there’s a lot of flavours up in here.

- The Reform Club, Pall Mall. It’s just north of Westminster, with in spitting distance of Buckingham Palace and No. 10 Downing Street. Looking at the map, there’s an area of London, about 3 miles across, on the north side of the river, that has Pall Mall, Millbank, Chelsea and the seat of British power that just has all sorts of bad vibes rattling about…

- ‘I’m a builder. Sort of… In simple terms it’s not much different to any other sort of construction work, except it takes about three times as long and costs ten times as much.’ First impressions, I like him. He feels like an up front sort of character, and while he has to play the games and use the lingo, he feels like a grounded person.

- ‘…me and my team are worth every penny.’ He’s got a team, acknowledging the team. We love to see it.

- ‘And the sort of people I deal with, or should I say the sort of people whose personal assistants I deal with, can afford it.’ Ah yes, we are talking London money aren’t we. Central London money.

- Release the antique smut poems, V&A Museum! You cowards!

- ‘… so we could only actually come out of the basement when it wasn’t full of people too important to see builders.’ Urgh, God. Can’t believe the ‘below stairs’ mentality persists in today’s society but here we are… Not quite the same, but kinda reminds me of the 2 summers I was interning at a falconry breeding centre and the vast majority of the birds were being bred for the market in the Arab Peninsula. So the emir would send his men over to look at the birds and select the ones they wanted and all the women had be be else where, out of sight. So we all agreed it was fucking stupid and took the paid afternoon off we were given.

- I’m trying to work out how the listing system works and it all looks a bit subjective to me. Grade Is are defined a ‘buildings of exceptional interest’, and structures get ranked on age and rarity, aesthetic merit, selectivity, and national interest amongst other things. Being a Grade I puts you on par with Blackpool Tower, the Cenotaph, York Minster, and the Tower of London to name but a few.

- ‘It was about two in the morning when the kid showed up.’ Ooof… having to completely adjust your sleep schedule for these rich fucks, ugh. Also, my sweet boy.

- ‘I think he must have forgotten to lock the door when he headed out, and that’s how the kid got in.’ Even if that is the case, you know Gerry has a set of lock pick on him and is well practised at using them, even at this age.

- ‘…this was still the first week in March and it was pretty cold’ and Gerry is there in a t-shirt.

- ‘His hair was long and greasy, almost down to his shoulders, and looked to be dyed almost the same black as his clothes.’ The attacks on my son’s hair started early… I am begging someone, anyone at the institute, please take my boy to a salon and let them do it right for him. Let someone pamper him for a brief snippet of time.

- While this instinct was coming from the wrong place the decision ‘to be gentle in my initial enquiries’ may have bought him a little bit of grace. Out right aggression may have made it all much messier.

- We’re getting crumbs of Leitner lore. ‘A businessman from Norway.’ I was still somewhat naive as to who Leitner was, but in my chat’s with dodgylogic, I’d sent something along the lines of ‘part of me hopes Leitner is just a normal weird white guy with far too much money and a perverted sense of curiosity and just doesn’t give a damn about the rest of society, because to be honest I can’t think of anything more scary in this world right now.’ I wrote during the US 2020 election week. I feel the sentiment stands.

- ‘I don’t know what his business was…’ I imagine he was in the business of business.

- ‘Portly, middle-aged, short blond hair in the middle of going grey, well-tailored business suit.’… How small would you say his hands were?

- ‘He smiled an odd little smile as he said it, which put me a bit on edge.’ uncomfortable noises

- Next comes a paragraph of ‘he began to get shifty’, lying about permissions and protocol, got ‘very defensive’, when they’re going to go over his head he ‘started screaming that we didn’t understand what we were talking about, that he didn’t need to explain himself to the likes of us’, and, oh yes, this feels familiar…

- ‘… this teenage burnout turned up’. I legit put my hand over my heart and made an affronted noise. So rude about my goth son.

- ‘‘Can you smell it?’ he said, and for a brief moment, I could smell something.’ Once again, l’eau de creepy shit strikes again. Follow your nose to where nobody goes. Follow that smell to find personal hell. Follow the odour for a mental off-roader… I think I’m out. Nope, wait, follow the scent for a psyche descent.

- ‘…with a swing stronger than I would have thought possible from his age and skinny frame.’ My boy is scrappy. When you are fighting eldritch horrors for your life on the regs, you probably develop some functional strength.

- ‘… listening to his CD player and waiting.’ Ah, the early ‘00s. Though, you would have had to wrestle my Walkman away from me, audio books are one of the few things that kept me sane in my early teens.

- The universe of The Magnus Archives, defined as ‘this stuff’ by one, Gerard Keay.

- ‘…but Alf was always too curious for his own good.’ And that’s all The Entities need. One weak link, one moment of curiosity.

- ‘We had plenty of torches…so we each took one large one and a smaller back-up in case the first had any problems.’ Smart. Smart bunnies.

- Seeing as Gerard was the one to put them on to this, I don’t quite know how they thought they had any real reason to stop him at this stage, even if they could. Gerard was the most clued in person in that room.

- ‘…mid-19th century’ would put us at around the same time The Magnus Institute moved from Edinburgh to London, in 1841 and the Carlton Club, quick look up and it’s a private members club and the original home of, oh God, home of the Conservative Party… That explains a thing or two.

- ‘Alf kept asking Rachel if the corridor was getting narrower, and every time, she would dutifully measure the width and inform him that, no, it was exactly five feet wide.’ A woman of rationality and science, I like her.

- ‘I counted thirteen.’ ROLL CALL!

‘I’ve never had any sort of claustrophobia, but I was finding it hard, at points to catch my breath, to dismiss the feeling that the walls were pressing on me.’ The Buried.

‘There was one that, for all the world, it felt like I was going to fall into it.’ I’m going to say The Vast.

‘Another was so dark that our torches didn’t seem to reach more than a few feet inside.’ The Dark.

 ‘…flashes of a pile of paper, completely covered in cobweb,’ The Web.

‘…a figure stood in the darkness, a stranger I didn’t know but was sure meant me harm,’ The Stranger

- ‘…my skin burning, hot, choking on smoke down there in the dark.’ The Desolation.

- ‘Robert Smirke, 1835. Balance and fear.’ Ok, so that gives us 6 years before The Magnus Archives moves to London. 14 years after Millbank was completed.

- I can’t remember why, but I did vaguely remember the name ‘Robert Smirke’ when I first heard it from Jonathan, I can only assume I’d heard it on a documentary somewhere. I’m one of those folks; I won’t watch a movie, I’ll trawl BBC iPlayer or YouTube for a documentary that takes my fancy.

- ‘…often described as ‘theatrical’. Of course he fucking was, he ran in the same circles as Jonah Magnus, of course he was extra a fuck. And he designed the British Museum and the Carlton Club? All just one big, messy, imperialist, conservative ouroboros that instead of eating its’ own tail, it’s sucking its’ own dick.

- ‘We stood there for some time as I explained this to the others.’ Info dump time, my friend.

- Which tunnel did you pick Gerard? Which one were you seeking?

- Tunnel was damper, and the walls seemed ‘oddly slimy’, when Hoard fell his hand ‘came away faintly tinged with red’, ‘lights up ahead’. I’m not sure which, but I’d put money on either The Slaughter or The Flesh. Oh wait no, ‘lights up ahead’, maybe The End?

- ‘He was only a skinny kid, but he was so strong, and kept his footing.’ When you’re fuelled with knowledge and a will to survive, you’re make of hardy stuff.

- Is this the book that we see Mary Kaey with in MAG004? The one that shed small animal bones?

- ‘It makes me feel sick, though, like we’re just abandoning Alf, dishonouring his memory.’ Ooof, buddy. The cover up, the power, the money, the privilege, urgh. I’m sorry, bud.

- I can see why The Reform Club don’t want to talk, but I wonder my Howard Silvana now doesn’t want to discus it? Might go a ways to explain why this investigation has taken a while as Sasha has been trying to speak to people for ‘the last three months.’

- So Jurgen Leitner was ‘one of the premier worldwide dealers in rare and antique books’. Aok, so he did have a career in business that wasn’t only shady shit.

- ‘… I can’t help but wonder whether that was where they were found, or just where they were stored.’ Reminds me of a question that was asked about Leitner books in a Q&A session and Jonny’s answer was along the lines of ‘you’re assuming a Leitner book needs to be written.’

- ‘Architecture is one of his specialist areas,’ Tim has such hidden depths, I love him.

- What the fuck does “A master of subtle stability” even mean? Is it code for ‘unhinged bitch fucking with power you don’t wanna find out’?

- ‘...Smirke’s buildings have higher percentages of reported paranormal sightings than any other architect of similar profile.’ You don’t say…

- Jon calling for Martin like that, like he’s calling a dog to heel…

- And the demon cockney delivery drivers lie in wait… They clock the tape recorder on, can they feel The Web’s influence coming off of it, or is it just that they noticed?

- I love their delivery, like it’s one thought and one breath split across 2 people. They really are a matching set, makes it all the more tragic after season 3.

[foxsoulcourt]

L’amour parle en fleurs updated!

Are you reading @scribbleb-red​’s wonderful work about lavender farmer!Neil + his farm house guest, a man mourning his brother’s death!Andrew? If so, ch 6 is up; it’s gorgeous + tender + fun + full of amazing food. If you’re not reading it, how come? (I mean, other than being put off by that tag of major character death...but, hey, we’re in ch 6 of 8 + they are both still alive. Plus there’s also the angst w/happy ending tag.)

[writtenonreceipts]

"I missed you so much." and "The thought of losing you scares me." for feysand happy, cute, light angst, happy, cute, modern established relationship (For your idea box) 💕😍💖

Ooof. this has been sitting in my inbox and then my drafts for a while, my bad. I really liked this one. I hope you enjoy it too!

Warnings: it’s only light-ish angst i promise!

find my masterlist here

headcanon list ,, part 2

…

Just the thought...

Feyre sat at the kitchen table of the small apartment and traced a finger around the knots of wood.  She wasn’t sure how long she’d been seated there.  Long enough that the sun had shifted angles and now glared in her eyes through the window above the sink.  Long enough that the mug of tea before her had long gone cold.  Long enough that she’d played through every miserable scenario of pain and guilt and horror in her mind over and over and over again.

Now she was numb.  Or as near as numb as she could get.  

Because she wasn’t entirely sure if she’d ever truly be unfeeling.  Despite how she wanted to be at times.  

Like now.

Rhysand was supposed to have come over last night after his shift at the precinct.  They were working on a drug case that was supposed to have finished up without any hassle.  At least, that’s what Rhys had said the last time she’d seen him.  And what Helion, the precincts captain, had assured her when she’d expressed her worry over the assignment.

And sure, Feyre was a little embarrassed about letting her emotions get the better of her.  She and Rhys hadn’t even been dating that long.  Yet, she trusted him more than she’d ever trusted anyone before and if anything had happened to him--

She dug a nail into the table.  The cheap varnish flaked and cracked.  

Rhysand had been a trained cop and detective for nearly six years now.  He’d had training in the Marines and was one of the best marksmen in his regime too.  She’d seen the photos of him at awards ceremonies.  She’d heard his brothers talk about it.  Rhys was capable.  He was strong.  He was smart.  And he would be alright.  She forced those words into the universe with every fiber of her being and willed them to be true.

Sighing, Feyre ran a hand through her hair.  She was tempted to text Vivienne, whose husband was on the same team, and see if she’d learned anything.  But she didn’t want to worry the woman.  After all, she and Kallais had only recently gotten married.  If Kall was as silent as Rhys was at this point in time, there was no telling how Vivienne was doing.  Though, maybe Feyre should offer that little bit of support.  It would be good to have another shoulder to lean on--someone who understood.

Feyre reached for her phone.  She could offer to take Vivienne some lunch or dinner or whatever snack was appropriate for the time of day it was.

A knock sounded at her door.  Feyre froze for just a moment before she was hurtling across the kitchen and tiny living room.  Her chair clattered noisily to the floor, but she paid it no mind.  Not as she reached the door and fumbled with the deadbolt and chain.  Part of her knew she should slow down, pause and check the peephole to see who it was, but she couldn’t, couldn’t--

She flung the door open.

There standing a dirty Velaris PD t-shirt and beat up cargo pants was Rhysand.  His black hair was a mess and his tanned skin had taken on a gray-ish pallor, not to mention the bruise on his left cheek and the medical tape over a cut on his brow.  But his eyes, those beautiful violet eyes were bright and alive.

“Rhys,” Feyre breathed.  

Without thinking, she flung herself at him and wrapped her arms tight around his neck.  He caught her with one arm and held her to him.  But there was no mistaking his sharp exhale nor the wince of pain.  Immediately, Feyre withdrew.

“Oh, hell, I’m sorry, I didn't think.  Are you--”

Her words were cut off as Rhys swooped in to press a firm kiss to her lips.  It was needy and hot and desperate.  Rhys entered the apartment and shut the door behind him, making sure to keep Feyre as close as possible.

When he finally broke away, he was breathing heavily and pressed his forehead against hers.

Feyre couldn’t help but reach up and brush a hand through his hair.  He was here.  He was real.  Tangible and alive.

“I missed you so much,” Rhys whispered.  His breath fanned over her face, eyes closed.

Feyre smiled softly and ran her hand down to his jaw.  She wanted to let him know that it was alright, let him know that everything was fine.  Nothing came to mind of what to say or do.

“You had me worried for a while, detective,” she finally said.  Those weren’t the best words to say, she knew, but they were the first ones to slip through.  She kept her smile bright when he opened his eyes, to show him she was teasing, but his face darkened with worry.

“Our informant flipped on us,” Rhys said.  The muscles in his jaw feathered. “So Hybern knew we were coming.  It was basically an ambush.”

Feyre tightened one hand in his shirt. “Is everyone...?”

“Fine,” Rhys assured her. “Kallais has a concussion and Amren got a bruised rib, but everyone’s alive.”

Exhaling slowly, Feyre buried her face into Rhys’ shoulder.  What would she have done if anything had happened to him?

She pulled away from him then, wanting to get a better look at his injuries.

“And what about you?”  she asked.

“Cuts and bruises,” he assured her.

Feyre raised a brow before running a hand over his shoulder where she felt the stiffness of a bandage.

Rhys offered a weak smile. “It’s just a graze.”

The blood drained from her face and a pit opened up in her stomach. “You were shot?”

“Grazed.”

“Shot.”

Feyre knew Rhys was not immune to injury.  She’d traced the dozens of scars along his body and had asked him about a few in particular.  She’d heard stories of his time in the Marines, when he was deployed, when he went undercover last year.  Hell, given how they’d met, she knew he would always find his way to danger.  And he always made it out.

But this?  This felt too real, too close.

Feyre knew it was his job.  She knew he loved it and loved the thought of helping people, of making a difference.  This was who he was.

“Feyre,” he said, his voice too soft, too kind.

They’d only been dating a few months, yet it felt like years.  Ages.  And the reality of her feelings for him were frightening.  She’d never felt this way about anyone.

Feyre looked down to where she tangled her fingers in the hem of his shirt. “The thought of losing you scares me.”

The admission felt raw on her tongue, but it was true.  It was real.

Rhys curled a hand beneath her chin and slowly drew her face up to meet his gaze.  A cocky little grin rested on his lips.

“I’m not going anywhere darling,” he said.  He laced his fingers into her hair and pulled her close against him.  Feyre couldn’t help the surge of heat that rolled through her, especially when he looked at her like that.  He ghosted his lips along hers. “Promise.”

Feyre shivered at his words, his touch.  Everything about him made her come alive in ways she hadn’t thought were possible.

“Alright,” she said softly. And before he could kiss her again, she pulled back. “Then go lay down.  You look like you’re ready to pass out.  And--don’t give me that look, Rhysand Avitas.”

He fixed her with a stare that resembled a wounded puppy, but it wasn’t helping his cause.  She would force him to heal up well and good before he had to go back to work.

Rhys, as though knowing there was no escape, went and settled on the couch.  Satisfied, Feyre went to grab tylenol, water, and an extra blanket.  She would snuggle up beside him with no plans to leave for a very long time.

...

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[toonblabbers]

Balls to the Walls Random Headcanons

A/N: Just trying to flex and expand my writing with other characters: Ace Edition - Ushijima, Iwaizumi, Aran, Hoshiumi, Asahi, Yamamoto and Sakusa!

I didn’t write about my big sexy himbo Bokuto because my blog is like almost 90% him

This contains some mentions to smut so hey: minors DNI! Thanks!

 Ushijima:

Service top with a dash of Dom. Got a big cock but he doesn’t know what to do with it so please help him out.

Had one (1) partner before you and they told him he can be too rough so now he’s the literal definition of Gentle Giant. Again tell him what to do and how you like it

He on the other hand…Well he’s got a hard body from years of strength and endurance training. He has very specific spots where he’s super sensitive, but he’s easily embarrassed about them

One spot is right behind his earlobe. Sit in his lap, pinch his ear and gently rub it between your fingers. The sight of Ushi’s eyes fluttering closed as his breathing picks up is truly a sight to behold

Another spot is his wrist; stare him in the eyes and kiss his wrist before a match to have his knees quake a little and shorts feel a little tighter

Actually loves to discover new kinks with you. He finds it more romantic than having a quiet dinner with you in an expensive restaurant

Can be a big ole needy baby during the off season of volleyball. Tugging on your shirt when you leave the bed, follows you into the bathroom, stands behind you in the kitchen or when you’re doing laundry. He’s not vocal with his words but more with his body

Don’t tease him though; it’s still a very new feeling for him to express

 Iwaizumi

Hates fighting with you but loves to pull you close and soothe you with a hot kiss

Has big Dom Daddy energy, but there are a few ways to make him start to crumble under you touch

If you use any piece of clothing to pull him in closer to you like his collar, his tie when he wears one, or his belt. Lean in like your gonna kiss him, stare at his lips then his eyes and then just walk away like nothing happened. You bet your sweet ass he’s gonna follow you to get that kiss

Another way that he refuses to admit he likes: play with his nipples. He’s got some fairly big and dark nipples compared to his friends and they get hard easily. Brush your fingers over them when you lean in to kiss and he’s got diamonds poking through his polo shirt

One way that he will admit is ass play. Now he’s not ready to full on take a cock in his ass, but things like your fingers, anal beads, or a vibrator? Makes him practically cum on the spot

Loves it when you get rough on him. Not like in a “I’m gonna slap you” kind of way but in the “grab him by the hair and demand he fucks you properly when he’s taking it too slow” kind of way

His cock pulsing hard inside of you and his eyes dilating is a dead giveaway of how much he loves it

 Aran

Admittedly, he doesn’t have a monster dong (sorry not sorry, not all fucking black guys have a big cock so stop fetishing it thanks – from a black woman) but it does have a nice curve to it

He’s a disgusting romantic so full on he will bust out the candles, the rose petals, and the silk robe waiting on the bed for you. He saw it in a movie once as a kid and wanted to try it ever since

He so cute though because since he is a big romantic, he’s always cooking you breakfast and singing a little song in the morning for you. He even does a little dance while carrying the tray off food just to see you smile in the morning

He’s also such a soft Dom dude. Admittedly a little scared to try an bottom for you but man does he make you feel loved when he’s in between your legs

Loves to hold your hands or hold you close when he cums. Wants you to feel how his whole body shudders because of how good you make him feel

Big ole cuddle bug so it’s best to have some towels and water bottles by the bed cause neither of you are moving unless he says so

He’s a man a of quality and not quantity, so yeah you guys only go one round of sex cause he’s bone tired after he cums. That doesn’t mean he can’t make you cum multiple times though

Hoshiumi

 A short King. We stan (I’m 5’9 so he’s short to me)

He is a meeeeessy boi dude like if ya’ll in a hurry to fuck, he’ll quickly slobber all over you and use as much spit as he needs to slide home. Loves how tight you are, but he’s careful enough to make sure it doesn’t hurt you…..too much

Loves. To. Fuck. You. Both. Dumb.

Did you just cum? Well he’s not stopping until he cums. Did he just cum? Well he’s not stopping until you cum. Wants to keep it equal

Please sit on his face. He loves it. And if you play with his balls like rolling them in your hands and squeezing them? He’s whining and panting while eating you out like a mad man

He adores it when you play with his hair when you’re cuddling. Just don’t be surprised if he starts humping against you. It just feels so good

He’s very competitive so god help you if you’re with his friends and they start talking about their sex stories.

If there’s a friend there (Hinata) that talks about the kind of kinks they do with their partner and it’s something you guys haven’t tried before? Guess what’s on the list tonight

 Asahi

God just hold him. He needs it. Another one that's is a great service top for someone who loves to lead from the bottom (me @ me)

Not the biggest set in the world but he's got passion so sex is almost always soft and sweet

He's still hot in his own ways like the way his deep grunts start to turn into softest and sweetest moans

Or the way he stares at you; eyes swirling between lust and loves with tears threatening to spill

Please don't be mean to him unless he asks. It's evident that he holds a lot of insecurities and he's trying his best for you. Love and dote on him because his aftercare is top tier

Even if you guys don't do anything special or crazy. Just some straight vanilla sex, he always makes sure that you're comfortable before you go to bed

Also he helps you establish a nightly routine with him so what's not to love about that?

Yamamoto

SIMP ALERT. Be ready for one of the LOUDEST simps out there. 

I'm talking a bigger simp than all the setters for Hinata or all the captains for Daichi

You can fit so much passion and respecting people juice into this boy right here

I don't see him being a wild boy but if you're into it then so is he. Want him to spank you? He's gonna ask how hard baby.

However if you want to do something that he seems a bit hesitant on, he’s gonna try to be overconfident with everything. Make sure you talk to him and make sure you have a solid agreement with with him. Communication is key with him!

He's a little sloppy and lazy with his aftercare but you know what, it's always fun with him

I don't know much about him but he gives off that vibe of a man that runs on pure fiery passion and motivation. Like if he’s feeling like loving on you tonight? Be ready to not do a damn thing cause youre gonna be his precious pillow gem (idk if there's a gn term for ‘pillow princess’)

Sakusa

Ooof. Where do I begin with this beautiful man. Pretty body with a pretty cock to match for starts

He’s sexy man but he has these cute little moles all over his body. He personally doesn’t like them but please kiss each one even the one on his butt. He may not voice it but he loves it so much

He will gladly do the same for you; kissing you every part of your body that you may not like about yourself.

Doesn’t have a high sex drive, but when he’s in the mood, damn you better clear your plans. He believes in both quantity AND quality so you will be thoroughly fucked out when he’s done with you

I see him as the kind of dom that goes for the kind of pleasure that benefits you both. Not a selfish lover but also not an absolute giver like the others

Yeah there are nights where he wants to treat you but others nights he’s gonna make you work for it

Tagging: @hiddenbluee, @kou-taro, @justcoffeewithoutcaffeine​

[4townlove]

omgomgomg this is so cute okok, here's mine

wallpaper

Yes, its Ellie. gotta rep my rep 🏳️‍🌈 😋

Last Song I Listened To:

'Me and the Devil' by Soap&Skin

Currently Reading:

Oh multiple, but most notably... Weyward by Emilia Hart (just finished this one and omg. one of my fav books of all time, no joke), but still reading Plain Bad Heroines by Emily M. Danforth

Last Movie

besides turning red, The Crucible (1996)

Craving

ooof, alot, but to stop this becoming a therapy session I'll just say........ a lie down and/or thousand year sleep in a swamp

What am i wearing right now

a black longsleeve shirt and black tracksuit pants

How tall am i

5'8"????? i think???

Piercings

Not yet

Tattoos

Not yet

Glasses or contacts

Glasses. 24/7. gotta love astigmatism baybeeeeeee

Last Drink

Coffee

Last Show

a recently released amazon prime series called Swarm. FABULOUS unhinged woman content. uncomfortable but cathartic

Last thing I ate

half a baguette.

Favourite Color

Pink

Current Obession

various things but currently everything to do with the Salem witch trials

Unrelated obsession

Arcane. always and forever Arcane 💙

Any Pets

not yet

Do you have a crush on anyone?

No. come to think of it, I don't really get crushes......... huh

Favourite Fictional Character

Silco from Arcane. I will not be taking comments or questions on this at this time. 🫣

thank you for tagging me ☺️ this is so cute

Get To Know Me Tag!

So I thought this would be a cool idea so y’all can find out more about me🥰

I’ve tagged some 4 Townies below, but anyone can take part! If I tagged you and you don’t wanna answer the questions, obvs that’s cool too💙

The tag is just one I found searching on Tumblr, credit goes to the original creator. Maybe someone should make a 4 Town-specific version of this…?

Share your wallpaper;

It’s a picture I took in Greece years ago 🥰

The last song you listened to;

Signed, Sealed, Delivered (I’m Yours) - Stevie Wonder

Currently Reading;

Erm… nothing…

Being an English student kinda ruined reading for me. Plus, I really struggle to focus on a book for longer than like five minutes.

Pretty sure the last thing I finished was a Sophie Kinsella book, though.

Last Movie;

Diary of a Wimpy Kid 3, lol… I’m such a child😂

Craving;

Honestly? A night of unbroken sleep…

What are you wearing right now;

Tie-dye blue pjs!

How tall are you;

You ask me? 5’5.

Ask my mum? 5’4…

Piercings;

Double lobes, I always wear some small hoops in them. I used to have my left helix pierced and I loved it but had to take it out…

I wanna get it redone though, and also get my forward helix.

Tattoos;

None, they’re not really my thing!

Glasses? Contacts?;

Glasses to drive and watch TV. Also need them to see anything at night. Other than that, I don’t wear ‘em.

Last drink;

Pepsi Max (I’m never not sipping on the stuff)

Last show;

Friday Night Dinner! If you’re from the UK, then you know…

Last thing you ate;

Some leftover Easter chocolate…

Favourite colour;

Blue, but I’ve recently been drawn to lilac a lot.

Current obsession;

Honestly, not really anything? I mean, I’m always obsessing over 4 Town, but that’s nothing new…

Unrelated Obsession;

Again, I’m not really obsessed with anything rn, but I guess things I’m super interested in rn are baking and rediscovering music from my teens.

Any pets;

Yes! I have a black Labrador and have had three cats, but they’ve all passed on. Also used to have goldfish and stuff.

Do you have a crush on anyone;

Yup! There’s a super cute guy who works at my local grocery store. I literally don’t even know him, but he seems nice.

Also, his hair kinda reminds me of Z’s…

Favourite fictional character;

I mean there are lots, but of course 4 Town have to be at the top of the list!

Tags: Anyone! Specific accounts I tag to do this (only if they want to, ofc) are; @4townn @magicbratt @jessexselinalover @4townlove @4townl0ver